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c0llisiion · 3 months

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ATTENTION — K.TH

★Pairing: kim Taehyung + f!reader

★Genre: smut

★: exes , kinda toxic ig , bigdickdom!tae , choking, slight exhibitionism , reader is lowkey bipolar , angry sex/make up sex (they just went through a breakup) , mirror sex , oral, slapping, creampie , unprotected sex (please practice safe sex!) name calling, degradation, kth is kinda mean — lmk if i missed any! ^^

★W/C: 2,435

A/N: HIIIIIIII!!!!!! so yes another kth fic :’) its been a while so that’s justified! This is actually one of my first fics i ever wrote nd i found it rotting in my notes so i decided to tweak it up and post :3 (the og was shit.) will finally be able to post more often <3 anyways enjoy! Hope you like itttt

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Loud music was blasting throughout the crowded club. It was a huge party, hosted by one of your closest friend. There were people dancing, drinking, and giving men lap dances. It was a wild one!

You were dancing hard with your girlfriends. Those few shots you took finally hit you.

You were approached by your friend, while having the time of your life "Hey, bae, there is someone you might like to see.." You stopped and focused on what she was saying "Who?" You inquired. She pointed out a man sitting in one of the booths. He was talking to another familiar man and didn't seem to notice you. You stood there, staring at the man in a suit with a few of his buttons undone. You were, honestly, in disbelief. This day is truly one for the history books.

"Taehyung..." You stood there wide-eyed. "Hell yeah, girly, I invited him for you and you only," she said with a smug smirk. "Go on, bae, get your tiger!" She nudged. "I-i-" you stammered. "come onnn ,, stop being a fucking pussy and go talk to him!!" She started shoving you in his direction. You stayed put, not letting her push you more. "Dude, for god's sake! It's going to be so awkward!" You turned around to face your clearly drunk friend. "Bitch, you were the one that was venting to me about how you wanted to see him almost every day since you broke up!" She countered. What she said was right. You were venting to her every day, nonstop, from the day you broke it off with him. "I-I had confidence that time..! But I don't think i will be able to show that same confidence .." Your friend narrowed her eyes at you. "PUSSY!" She shouted in your face. You both giggled it off before she spoke up. "Well if you are not comfortable yet, then it's fine. I heard that he already has a new girlfrien-" "what?" Your ears perked up. "Wdym what? Did you not hear? Apparently he is fucking that hot chick , aeri from back then; she had approached him two days after you broke up, and they have been dating ever since." You look back at the man clad in a blue suit with a white button up underneath before letting out an angry scoff, "What a bastard..."

"Its time to get that bastard back into your life," your friend winked at you.

"Heeeyyyy, Taehyung! How is the party going for you?" Your friend approached him, stumbling slightly. "It's going well! I'm having so much fun!" Taehyung said it with excitement. "Ouu, I'm glad to hear! Ykw, do you want to join us on the dance floor?" Your friend batted her eyelashes at him, baiting him into joining her. "haha imma pass!" " Cooommeee oooonnnn, it’s going to be fun, Taehyung" she begged for him to join her, and he eventually did after much persuasion. He joined the dance floor and was quickly hoarded by hot girls who definitely wanted to get laid by him. After a moment, his eyes landed on someone he knew. It was you. You were with another man, kissing, hands around his neck, and swaying your hips in a very sultry way. You broke off the kiss and glanced to your side. He was standing there. A woman was holding his face in her hands, trying to get him out of his trance. You could feel the rage that was radiating off of him. You smirked and dragged your mister to the bar. You let him buy you a few drinks before eventually letting him go.

You were drinking your third shot of tequila when he approached you. "It's funny to see you here." You turned around to see the tall figure of Taehyung looking down at you. You almost choked on the alcohol. "It's my best friend's birthday; of course I will be here, dumbass!" You tapped the glass on the counter, signaling for the bartender to pour you another. Taehyung walked over to the empty seat next to you. "So what's up?" You inquired while waiting. "Oh, nothing much; Daddy has been pressuring me to start staying stable." You snorted. " 'daddy' PFFFTTT" . Taehyung looked at you blankly. The bartender poured you a glass, and before you could down it all, Taehyung snatched the shot glass, drinking every last bit, and placed it on the counter. "Yeah 'daddy'” "Omg, you are literally so insufferable." You said it dramatically. "Idek how that aeri bitch is even with you," Taehyung shot up. "What aeri?" He said plainly like he had no idea what you were talking about. You looked at him in shock. "You are dating aeri right?" You asked for reassurance. He scoffed it off. " pff- you really think i would date a hoe like aeri? Never in a million years." He rolled his eyes and chuckled. " B-but .. f/n said you guys are fucking around..??" "That is true, though," your face drowned. "Like, we only hooked up once, and you know what? She is not the person she says she is. One of the worst fuckings I have ever done," you giggled. "Who was your best?" You asked him randomly. "You." Your cheeks turned pink almost immediately. You could feel him looking at you. Eyeing your entire body. "You look good today," he complimented you. "Don't I always look good?" You joked. He chuckled, looking down. You both were staring at each other with love and lust. "I miss you" had accidentally slipped your mouth. Curse you for drinking too much! You quickly covered your mouth in disbelief at what just came out. "What?" He looked at you. "Ah ah nothing, nevermind!!" You brushed it off as quickly as you could. He looked at you with his eyebrow quirked up. "Aha i think i gotta go... f/n is calling me haha". There was a slight stutter in your speech. You got up, and before you could leave the bar, he grabbed you by your wrist, turned you around, and kissed you. You were shocked. Your hands were on his chest while he kissed you with passion. "I missed you too, baby.." The bomb dropped. Your mind went blank. "But tae.." "Please, baby, take me back. I promise to change this time. I just really need you. I don't want anyone else." You looked at him with guilt. But this was the same statement he would always give. 'i will change’ 'I will do better' 'take me back'. You were unsure of what to feel. All these months, you missed him, and now?

"Tae you know we can't. You always say this but you never change. Just cut the act off." He let go of your waist. "I miss you, baby. I really do. And im sorry for all-" "shush. I don't want to hear another apology. You are never sorry." As much as you love and miss Taehyung. His personality is the biggest turn off. He had broken your trust multiple times, and whenever you would break up, he would come up with the same shit, and you were there to accept his lame apologies. But not this time. You took some time to think about it, and you came to the conclusion that it was best for you not to take him back.

"Have a goodnight." You said it sternly before turning away. "You are really going to leave me, huh?" Taehyung started following you. "I left you months ago, Taehyung." His gaze went from soft to the familiar, mean one. "You said you missed me!" He pulled you by your arm, turning you back around to face him. "It's for the better! For both of us! You know we are never going to work out!" You countered. "Oh yeah, for the 'better' , I know you will come right back to me. Quit acting, y/n. As soon as my dick enters your desperate cunt, you will be with me once again like the slut you are." His hands went around your waist once again. Mere inches separate you both. Whatever he said was true. You break up. Meet up a few weeks or days later. Fuck, and then back together. The same cycle over and over again. You couldn't get enough of him. “Let’s not play fool again.” He said in a manipulative tone. You were resisting his manipulation, but you gave in. Your lips smashed into his aggressively. He chuckled at your instinct. "Yeah, that's what I fucking thought." He said it in between the kiss.

He rushed you into the club washroom and locked the door. There was absolute rage radiating off of you guys. Kissing harshly and not letting each other go. He made you sit on the counter and grabbed you by your jaw, breaking the intense kiss. Your lips were already swollen. "How many dicks have been in this cunt?" He said,tauntingly. You looked at him with your drunken eyes. "I will make sure no one gets this. It's mine. Got it?" You nodded. He let go of your jaw and dropped to his knees. He spread your legs open and started touching your wet pussy. His fingers circled your clothed entrance. A sticky mixture of your arousal coated his fingertips. "Always wet for me. Goodgirl." he grabbed you by your waist before smashing his face into your heat and started eating you out with your lace panties on. The pleasure was too much. You threw your head back and let out a pornographic moan. He was so good at eating you out to the point that it's enough to come undone.

You tugged on his black locks. Eyes swelling up with tears and drool already dripping down from the sides of your mouth. He was lapping at your cunt like a starved man. “So good.. so fucking good…” he nudged his face closer into your sex. Breathing in your arousal. Your thighs clamped around his head, and let out a choked-out moan as he bit down on your poor clit. “T-tae..! ‘S too much!!” Taehyung found pleasure in your pleas and cries. He pulled away and stared up at you. His chin glistened with his spit and your juices, running down his neck.

He got up and was quick to capture your lips in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the inside of your mouth, and you could taste yourself. Large hands pushed your dress further up your body; a loud snap was heard as he ripped your thin panties. You grab onto his shoulders as you feel his long, cold fingers rubbing your throbbing clit. You gasped for air as he flicked your nub. Your hands roamed all over his body, helping him take off his Celine suit jacket. Your hands went lower before you stopped at his belt buckle. “Put it in already… please … “ you mumbled into the kiss. Taehyung let out a dark chuckle; his lips traveled down your neck. You felt something prod into your sopping hole. His large tip slipped through your folds easily. You gasp as he pushes himself further into you. His hands tightly held onto your hips as he eased his way into your gummy walls. He hunched over after he fully pushed himself into you. Your cunny clenched around his big length as he started thrusting. Heavy breaths getting louder with each increase in pace. “Gon’ fuck you so good..the entire club will hear us.”

-fwap! Fwap! fwap!- loud sounds of your ass slapping against his hips echoed through the restroom. Taehyung had you facing the mirror. A hand wrapped tightly around your hair, pulling your head back. “See how well you take my cock..! Haah- so fucking good. Pussy sucking me in so good.” He whispered in your ear before biting it. “Ngh- fuck Taehyung feels so g-good…!” You held onto the edge of the counter for dear life as Taehyung pounded into you from behind. Your makeup ran down your face as his thrusts had you tearing up and seeing stars. “Mmm.. haa-“ slap. “Keep your eyes on the mirror while I fuck you. Understand?” You nodded at his words. Your eyes were struggling to stay open, and your head felt heavy. “Words, doll.” He grabbed your jaws and brought his face closer to yours, making you look at him as he continued giving you harsh thrusts. Your body jerking forward at each. The hand on your clit pinching the sensitive nub “ngh- fuck! I u-understand…” a devilish smirk formed on his perfect face. He was fucking you into tomorrow. His long, thick dick abused your soft plush walls over and over again. Red angry tip bruising your cervix. Your cream coated his entire length, and your arousal ran down his balls and your thighs. “Gonna c-cum.. tae- gon’-“ His fingers worked on your clit quickly. Tugging, pinching, and drawing rough circles all to help you reach your high. “Cum all over me.. doll.” And with that, you gushed around his length. “Fuck!!” Spurts of your cum spilled from the sides of your abused hole. Taehyung continued fucking you through your orgasm. “Do you want my cum inside you- haaah… fuck doll squeezing me so good..!” He got cut off as you spasmed around him. You nod weakly at his words. Picking your head up to look at him through the mirror, He brought his face closer to your ears. “Say it. Say you want my cum in you.” He growled in your ears. Your eyes filled up with tears. “I wan’ it…” “Want what? I want to hear you say it.” You bite down on your lip as you feel his fingers draw rough circles on your overstimulated clit again. “ i wan’ -ngh- i want your cum.. Taehyung. i wan’ your cum in me… please.” Your voice was feeble. Taehyung groaned in satisfaction. “Goodgirl. I like it when you beg.” His hips quickly gained their pace and had you once again feeling full. You let out a choked out scream as you felt Taehyung fill you up. Taehyung moaned loudly as his balls drained all the cum into your plush walls. He dropped his head in between your neck and shoulders as he slowly came down from his high. Leaving soft, wet kisses on the spot.

He lifted his head up and looked at you before smiling. His hands caressed your red ass. He pulled out, and a stream of yours and his mixed arousal dripped down your thighs. “You're gonna stay with me forever.”

A/N: thank you for reading! I will be writing inboxes so make sure to send in :3 🎀

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leilanihours · 12 days

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hi! can u write caitlin clark x reader where caitlin is dating a popstar like as big as taylor swift? pls and thank u

# END GAME

pairing: caitlin clark x popstar!reader

word count: 2493

warnings: none!

summary: caitlin acting like an obsessed fangirl when she shows up at your concert.

from lani: this is the oldest ask i have in my inbox and ive been tryna clear out reqs so bear with me y'all!! anyways i kinda like this tbh and might write a part two soon! also here is a link to the full piano version of end game from the eras tour if yall wanna watch that 😋

“GOD, I ACTUALLY have no idea why i’m like, nervous,” caitlin smiles shyly as she thinks out loud. she was currently being recorded for “full court press,” a docu-series that featured her story along with kamilla cardoso’s and kiki rice’s.

the director wanted to get some shots of caitlin being a normal civilian (whatever the hell that means), so he instructed the videographer to follow her around this weekend. and it just so happened that this was the weekend she had tickets for your concert. your twenty-second concert of the tour. let’s just say it was no coincidence that you chose iowa city as the twenty-second show.

right now, she was in the front seat of her family’s car while her older brother, blake, drove them to the venue. caitlin’s phone was currently connected to the car’s aux so she, of course, had to play your music. she had an entire playlist for only your songs, but she would never tell that to anyone. not even you.

“yeah why are you nervous? you just need to like, chill,” her brother says.

“this is my first time seeing her perform since…y’know,” she smirks, hinting at her secret relationship with you.

she shoots a mischievous look to the camera, knowing full well that the audience that would watch this wouldn’t know for sure what she was talking about.

“remind me how you got us free tickets again?” blake fake-questions. he knew about the relationship, each of your families did. but for the sake of the camera recording their every move, he eggs caitlin on.

“i’m close…with her um…management,” she lies as she picks up her phone to text you. the time read “5:04” meaning it was only a few hours until you went on stage.

both of you were ecstatic to see each other here for the first time in months. with caitlin being busy with her basketball career and you traveling constantly on tour, it was difficult, to say the least. that’s one of the reasons tonight was special.

when planning out your tour, you requested that iowa city would be reserved for the twenty-second show of the north america leg and that it would be held at kinnick stadium. the reasoning behind it being the twenty-second show was obvious, as it was your girlfriend’s coveted jersey number.

the motivation for choosing kinnick stadium was that it was where you first met caitlin and where she broke an outstanding record with her team. you were one of the 55,646 people attending the iowa vs. depaul women’s basketball game in 2023. it became the most-attended women’s basketball game in history. you managed to get courtside tickets to the game and ended up getting to talk to caitlin after the win, which obviously led to something more valuable than friendship.

“have you ever talked to her? i heard she’s actually a fan of you,” her brother smirks.

“i’ve talked to her once in person,” she starts, lying of course, “it was actually here at kinnick when we played dupaul. she was in the audience, which was really cool.”

“oh that’s sick, actually. what about online? y’all don’t text or anything?”

“we do but, y’know, we’re not that close,” right as caitlin says this she receives a text from you saying the camera men were cleared for the show as long as they only recorded caitlin, not the show, “she just texted me actually,” she smiles big at the notification as she reads the text out loud. “how far are we from the stadium?”

“about ten minutes.”

“okay cool. i’m so excited, dude, you have no idea.”

“you’re such a fangirl,” blake laughs.

“okay we should have enough footage for now, we’ll start recording again once we get there or once the show starts,” the cameraman says from the backseat.

“sounds good, thank you,” caitlin replies as another text from you pops up on her screen.

my fav girl: can’t wait to see you babe i added a surprise to the setlist for you ☺️

my cc bby: omg no u didnt im alr so excited ur hyping me up even more

my fav girl: ur gonna love it trust 🫡

my fav girl: okay wait i gotta go get ready but ill see u soon!! love u!! 🤍

my cc bby: love u too ill see u out there!! 🤍

———

“i still can’t believe we’re here right now this is crazy,” caitlin says as she looks around the stadium that has started to fill with fans, “welcome to the ‘hits different’ world tour!” she motions to the stage behind her as she smiles at the camera with her arms up in the air.

your album “hits different” became a huge success in the past year. the internet buzzed with anticipation prior to the release and followed through with the praise the second it came out.

your fans posted reaction videos, theories, edits, the whole nine yards to show their appreciation. your songs were heard on radios, at bars, in school talent shows, literally everywhere.

the album was about growing from the mistreatment from former partners and finding true love again after too many instances of hurt.

and right at the center of your inspiration was caitlin. even before you began dating in private, she was your best friend who comforted you through your big breakup. she lifted you up when you felt like you could never get up again.

you poured your heart and soul into the album, expressing all your deepest emotions - positive and negative - through the power of your writing.

you won multiple awards for the project, including vmas for your creative music videos and grammys for your productions. the whole world knew your name. it was everything you ever wanted. but there were downsides.

aside from the expected criticism and hate comments, you faced more serious problems. you started receiving intense backlash for some of the lyrics in your song that dissed your exes, and some people didn’t like your boldness. they retaliated, making it seem like you were the villain despite being so badly hurt from your past relationships. people claimed you were “crazy” and a “drama queen.”

fortunately, the speculations and assumptions only empowered you further. the only thing you had to say to those comments was: “remind me, who’s worth billions of dollars and taking the world by storm right now?”

“where are we sitting, cait?” blake asks.

“we’re in the vip section actually which is insane.”

“dude how did you get vip pit tickets??”

“no, not in the pit, we have our own tent on the floor, i think.”

“no way, bro, you’re lying.”

“i swear! look, see! oh my god our names are on chairs!” she runs over excitedly like a little kid at a playground. the whole experience is making her giddy, acting like a proud mom or teenage fangirl.

“how did you swing this??”

“i have my ways,” she winks at the camera, “the show starts in like an hour so we can chill and maybe get some food? i wanna say hi to other fans and see how they’re feeling.”

and with that she’s rushing back out of the tent and up the stairs to the concession stands swarmed with fans. it’s like she forgets she’s famous too because she gets surprised when her own fans spot her and ask for pictures.

———

“how you guys doin’ out there?” you say into your mic as you walk across the stage to your piano. you hear a raging storm of cheering in response, “sounds good, sounds good,” you laugh. there’s truly nothing you loved more than performing and interacting with your fans.

“so…” you start as you begin to play a few chords softly, “tonight is a very special night for me, for this tour. it is the twenty-second show and we are here in iowa city and i don’t think i could feel any happier,” you beam as you hear more enthused cheers.

“there are many reasons why tonight is special but the most important being…this is where i first met my partner.” the loudest set of cheers yet. your fans were always up to date with your life. they knew boundaries, of course, but they couldn’t help their curiosity.

they cared about who you were with, there was no denying it, and they knew how you loved to draw your inspiration from your relationships. right now you only had one person in mind, but they had yet to figure out who it was exactly.

“and i wanted to give you all a little…gift, per se. let’s just say that i started working on a new album-“ an insane volume of screams cuts you off as you shake your head and laugh. “aw thanks! okay anyways, i’ve been very excited to post for you guys tonight and to see my partner who, yes, is in the crowd, so i wrote a little song.” more screams.

“-and i wanted to get your opinions on it! so here we go, this is the acoustic version of a new song called end game.”

you begin to sing an altered version of the upbeat song over the hums of the piano. the stadium was the quietest it had been all day as fans listened attentively to your lyrics.

little did you know, caitlin was having a mental breakdown of excitement. her face was as red as a tomato and she was practically shaking.

she loved when you would mention her but not mention her. she loved knowing that your relationship was just yours at the moment. she loved knowing that no one could take it away from you. she loved knowing that you were only hers.

and right now, as you make your way through the song, she’s paying close attention to your words. this whole announcement was news to her, and she assumed it was the surprise you had mentioned earlier. she was grinning ear-to-ear as she listened to your voice echo throughout the stadium.

she was entranced by you. the delicate yet passionate tone of your singing, the beaming smile on your flawless face, your bubbly conversations with the crowd - everything.

you had her full attention as you practically declared your love for her in front of thousands of people - millions if you wanted to count the fans that watched through live streams.

she was so enthralled that she didn’t even notice the cameraman pointing his equipment in her direction, capturing her hypnotized expression as she simply smiled watching you on the big screen. the viewers of the documentary would then know who she had fallen so hard for and who you dedicated many of your songs to, but she didn’t care.

all she cared about was you.

———

“thank you so much, iowa city i love you and we will see you all next time! get home safe please!!” you say into the mic as you begin to walk offstage. the sound of wild cheers, fireworks, and confetti cannons fill your ears.

as the final song of the show reaches its climax, you take a second to soak in the moment from the side of the stage. being a performer was one of your favorite parts of your job. you never got tired of any of it - the dancing, the singing, the fans - it was all part of why you started this in the first place.

a few minutes later, you are ushered away from the stage and back towards the dressing rooms to change out of your costume. you are handed a towel and water bottle as you make your way through the concrete tunnel with your staff right behind you.

“y/n, you have a few guests that wanna say hi, would you like me to let them through?” your assistant asks you.

“who are they?” you reply. you weren’t expecting anyone to stay at the venue after the show. you insisted you would meet caitlin and her family back at the hotel so it couldn’t be her, right?

“oh they’re just over there actually,” she responds with a pointed finger, “do you recognize them?”

you follow her direction with furrowed brows only to be met with the familiar faces of your girlfriend and her brother. your jaw drops in shock as you immediately run over to her now outstretched arms.

when you jump to hug her, you both almost fall to the floor from the impact. her arms snake around your waist as she lifts you with ease, squeezing you tightly.

“hi,” you breathe out with a smile, nuzzling your neck into her tall frame.

“hi, princess,” she whispers into your hair.

“i thought we were meeting up at the hotel for dinner? i didn’t think you guys would stay here!”

“you think i could wait that long to see you when i could just finesse my way backstage??”

you laugh at her phrasing, the sound instantly making caitlin melt. “i missed you so much, dude, you have no idea.”

“i missed you too,” she smiles brightly as she sets you back down on the ground. her large hands move to cup your flushed cheeks, “you did so good out there, baby, i’m so proud of you.”

“thank you, cait, that really means a lot to me,” you say sincerely as you momentarily depart from her to greet her brother, “hey blake, how you doin’? enjoy the show?”

“i’m doin’ good, y/n, and yeah, i mean, it was incredible, really,” he answers as he goes to hug you.

“love to hear that, i’m glad you guys had fun!” you reach for caitlin’s hand, holding it gingerly as you begin to walk in the direction of the awaiting golf cart, “i have to change out of this really quick before we go but i’m gonna ask for a space for you guys to hangout in the mean time.”

“what, you mean you have to change out of that sparkly leotard and those four-inch heels?” the brunette jokes.

“i know it’s crazy, i actually wanted to keep everything as pj’s,” you play along as the two of you move to sit on the back of the golf cart.

while you two were entangled in each other’s presence, you failed to notice the cameraman, once again, recording your interaction. he made sure to get both of your permissions to add the clips into the documentary, but he couldn’t help but capture the authentic smiles on both of your faces. he knew that the viewers would be able to feel the love through the screen and be overwhelmed with joy for the two of you.

after tonight’s events, you and caitlin knew that the public would eventually be able to figure out the clues left that all pointed to your intimate relationship.

you were both aware of the consequences, the potential feedback from the internet, but their opinions didn’t matter. the only thing that mattered was that you really were each other’s end games.

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kingkatsuki · 2 years

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Living Each Day Like You’re Already Dead | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬.

Kinktober masterlist.

Happy Halloween everyone!💕 This is my submission to the Bump in the Night collab. I hope you enjoy it, and that it kinda makes sense ahhh!

Summary: Moving into your dream home should’ve been an idyllic experience, until strange occurrences begin to happen. It seems like the former occupant doesn’t want you living here, or does he?

Pairing: ghost!Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, dub-con, spectrophilia, intoxication, choking, blood!mentions, allusions to death/murder (not reader), cunnilingus, spanking, creampie, degradation, not proofread!

Word Count: 6.7k.

“Babe, where’d you get the creepy hologram in the bathroom? It's so realistic I literally thought someone was watching me pee.” Tatami scrunched her nose in distaste as she reached for another shot glass, pouring whisky into it before throwing it back with a shake of her head.

“What?” You raised a brow as you placed your drink on the kitchen counter.

“The dude in the mirror,” She slammed the shot glass down, “Right by your walk-in, I didn’t even wanna stare in the mirror when I was washing my hands.”

“You’re just drunk,” You laughed it off, shaking your head as you watched her refill the glass, “You screamed when the guy dressed as the killer clown came in.”

“Listen” She held her palm in the air, “That costume was way too fucking realistic and clowns are creepy okay?”

You tried to brush it off, but this wasn’t the first time that someone you’d brought home had complained about seeing things. The day you moved in, the removal company had only been working for a few hours before you heard stories of them seeing dark red eyes in what was going to be the master bedroom. One man was so spooked he dropped his end of your couch going up the stairs so it knocked into the wall, damage that the company were more than happy to compensate for but the man still refused to step back inside your home. You weren’t even upset about the damage to the wall, but you appreciated the hefty discount.

The next happened a few weeks later when you invited a date back to your home, a few glasses of wine led to heavy petting on the couch. His hand slowly slid beneath your dress when he stopped cold, wide eyes staring at the corner of your living room as you looked back to see nothing.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” You teased, trying to pull his lips back to yours as he stood from the couch.

He didn’t even utter a word before he was shouldering his way out of your new house, forgetting his hoodie in his haste as you tried to call after him. He never did call you back.

It made you not want to bring men home anymore, the embarrassment of being left high and dry after three dates had you feeling pathetic. The loneliness began to permeate your heart again as you stood alone in the hallway, wondering what it was you had done that would make him want to leave so abruptly.

You’d also noticed things had started to move around the home, certain you’d left a towel out for your morning showers but when you’d go to grab it, it would be gone. Your mug had d from his dedicated spot beside your kettle to the other side of the kitchen, sometimes even finding drawers or cupboard doors open. The creeks and whines that came with an old home helped ease your mind when the sounds began to echo at night, telling yourself that ghosts aren’t real as you tried to calm your racing heart and lull yourself to slumber.

“What if my house is haunted?” You murmured, thinking about the events that had occurred since you moved into the home.

You hadn’t discussed the history of the property when you’d started your lease, excited to find such a large house in such a nice area within your budget. Working with a third party meant you hadn’t had the opportunity to meet the previous owners, and you hadn’t bothered to ask.

But even after living here for a few nights, you’d begun to have vivid nightmares that had you waking up in a cold sweat, chest heaving as you looked around the room to see if the killer was there. As though you’d really been there— you were her in the dream, lying back against satin sheets as you watched a man towering above you. Wielding a knife as he sent it plunging into your chest, over and over. But no matter how many times he stabbed you, and how damp the sheets became with your blood. You never died.

You’d chalked it down to being alone in a new home, so used to the dingy apartment you used to live in that was barely a box. With more space, and it being an older building the floorboards creaking and the wind howling managed to scare you more than it would’ve in your old home. Telling yourself shadows were a trick of the light, and nightmares were a trick of the mind.

But something always stuck out in every dream, something between the sea of blood as you fought to make out her face.

“Don’t trust him, he’s not what he seems.” A girl's voice would call out at the end of each nightmare, the precise moment before you’d jolt awake.

“Who’s drunk now?” Tatami scoffed, “You shouldn’t be trying to scare me when you’re dressed as an Angel. Isn’t that immoral?”

“I’m being serious.” You stroked the condensation from the side of your glass as you tried to think of something that would’ve indicated that something else was here.

“Yeah, yeah.” Tatami laughed, “Trying to shit me up on Halloween, I get it. Well, it won’t work this time-”

“Tatami, honestly-” You held your face in your palms as you whined childishly, hoping that recent events had just been a coincidence and there was a logical explanation for each one.

“We can burn some sage tomorrow or something if it’ll make you feel better.” Tatami smirked, “But first— shots.”

“I’m going to use the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” The thought of another shot has your stomach whirring as you slipped past your best friend.

“Say hi to your friend up there for me,” She laughed as you weaved your way through the sea of people.

You blinked beneath the harsh fluorescent light of your bathroom as you stood in front of the sink, your hands clinging to the countertop as you tried to stop the room from whirling. You hadn’t drunk that much, so you were confused as to why you felt as though you were experiencing vertigo.

Glancing into the mirror there were no apparitions, no shadows, no eyes except for your own staring back at you. Your racing heart began to lull as you realised there was nothing here, releasing a sigh as you moved to leave your en-suite and go back to the party. Stepping back into your bedroom which was currently illuminated by your bathroom light as you caught movement out of the corner of your eye.

“The bathroom is downstairs, you’re not allowed up here.” You shouted, thinking that someone had gotten lost in their drunken stupor on the way to the bathroom.

But then the shadow flickered past your eyes again, a cool chill swirling past you even though the windows were shut as you felt your body begin to seize up with fear.

You wanted to call out, thinking it was Tatami or another partygoer trying to spook you. But it felt as though you were frozen, your legs felt like lead as your eyes roamed the room. The shadow moved closer as you felt it begin to loom over you, blinking frantically as you began to make out features.

Red eyes.

“Shit,” You hissed.

This couldn’t be happening, there was absolutely no way. You had to be drunk, there was no other explanation as you were unable to take your eyes off the man as he came closer.

“I’ve been watching you, sweetheart.” The sultry rasp of his voice had goosebumps creeping up on your skin, your heart hammering against your chest as the sight of him came into view, “It’s so good to finally meet you.”

The room grew cold the closer he came towards you, your eyes flickering towards the full-length mirror in your bedroom but there was no one else in the room. There were no reflections other than your own as you began to blink frantically, the alcohol in your system clearly impairing your consciousness.

“I’m so drunk, this isn’t happening.” You murmured to yourself before you gasped from the shrill cool of his hands against your hips permeating through the sheer fabric of your dress as he pressed you back, feeling your legs hit the edge of your mattress as you were shoved down on the bed.

“You think it’s not happening, sweetheart?” The man scoffed, “I’m heartbroken.”

“Who are you?” You mumbled, surprised when you felt the weight of him on top of you. The cold continued to permeate your body as you felt his hands ghostly against your sides.

“You don’t know me?” He whispered, “I know you— I feel like I’ve known you a lifetime.”

“How do you know my name?” You murmured, trying to mask your fear as you looked up at his face. He wasn’t someone you recognised, certain you’d never seen him before but something told you that he wasn’t being deceptive.

That he knew exactly who you were.

“You look like someone I used to know.” His thumb traced the curve of your jaw as he curled his fingers around your neck, ignoring your question.

“Who?” You asked in confusion.

“Just someone-” His pupils dilated as he felt as though he was staring directly into your soul, his hand tightening against the column of your neck as you shifted beneath him.

“The girl that used to live here?” You hummed.

The man gripped even tighter at the mention of her, the girl you’d seen in your dreams. Trying to connect the pieces of the puzzle as you thought back to the last dream you’d had, the one where she was laying down in a bed covered in blood.

“Yeah, her.” He smiled almost wistfully as you felt a rush of cool air against your lips as he came closer.

“Did she die in my house?” You were scared to ask the question, but you wanted answers.

“Your house? You mean my house, sweetheart.” He grinned, “I never left.”

The words had your blood running cold, he’d always been here, ever since you moved in.

“Did she die in here?” You tried again.

“Yeah… she did.” He mumbled.

“Did you kill her?” You regret the words as soon as they left your lips, his red eyes narrowed as he squeezed your neck tight.

“Me?” He snarled, “Did I kill her?”

“I know you think she-” You began, but he was quick to cut you off.

“You don’t fuckin’ know shit,” He snarled, moving closer to you as he looked down at you with dangerous eyes, “You’re just like all the rest, but I’ll show you the truth, you’ll see-”

You felt the energy begin to darken at your question, clearly hitting a sore spot inside him as for the first time you realised how much his hulking frame towered over you. Making you feel completely helpless.

“She tried so hard to make me into a villain, so I became the monster.” Bakugou rasped.

Thinking back to all the dreams you’d had where you’d been beneath him, trying to remember the eyes staring down at you but all you could feel was pain. Your eyes roamed the scratches that covered his body, scratches left by his lover before he’d murdered her.

“He’s the devil in disguise.” The girl in your dreams would call out to you before you woke up.

“My sweet Angel,” His hand reached out to touch the halo that sat above your head as part of your Halloween costume, “She wore a similar costume the night she died.” He murmured, watching his jaw lock at the memory as he pursed his lips.

That had to have been the girl in your dreams, the one dressed in white and covered in blood. The thought had your heart racing as you tried to decide if there was enough time for you to run, but could you really outrun a spirit?

“What’s your name?” You mumbled, watching his lips curl into a smile.

“Bakugou.”

You tried to place the name, but it felt like one that you’d never heard before. Even in your dreams, the girl would never address the man by name, so you wondered whether it was Bakugou she was talking about.

“Were you the one my boyfriend saw that night?” You thought back to your date with Monoma, where he’d left your apartment screaming, his face deathly pale as he ignored all your texts moving forward.

“Boyfriend? He didn’t deserve you, none of them did.” Bakugou continued, “You’re perfect, too perfect...”

His hands smoothed over your dress, his thumbs stroking against the curve of your breasts as your nipples began to pebble beneath the cold chill of his touch. A soft gasp left your lips as his hands travelled lower, slipping beneath the sheer fabric as he began to push it up your thighs.

“My perfect Angel.” He hummed.

“What’re you doing?” You mumbled, your palms reaching up to push him back to find with surprise you could touch him. It was like a cool wall of muscle as you pressed against him, but he didn’t move an inch.

“What I’ve been thinking about doing for weeks,” He growled, “Having to watch all those other pricks put their hands on you when it should’ve been me.”

“You— you were the reason they left.” The realization dawned on you that he was the one that was making all those men leave, your boyfriend, friends, the movers—

“Course, I was. You think I was gonna stand around watching those fuckers do whatever they want to you? They weren’t good enough for you. You’re mine now.” He scoffed, your blood ran cold at the tone of his voice, “You were mine from the second you stepped into my house. You won’t leave me like she did—”

“But you killed her?” You mumbled, scrunching your nose in confusion as you stared up at him.

“I didn’t kill her, sweetheart.” He shook his head, “She sealed her own fate.”

But if he didn’t kill her, what happened? He was covered in her blood and she was bleeding to death in the reoccurring dream you’d been having since entering the home.

“I was stupid back then, I let love cloud my judgement. But I’m not the same man anymore.” He snarled, “I don’t ask anymore, I take.”

His palm cupped your sex roughly, causing you to gasp in surprise at the cold chill, the thin fabric of your panties doing nothing to conceal the heat beneath radiating from you as Bakugou groaned low and deep in his throat.

“You can’t escape now,” His palm squeezed slightly in warning, smirking as he felt your body curve into his touch, “Your fate was sealed the moment you stepped into this house.”

“Please,” You gasped as you felt him press against your clit, your body betraying you as slick began to dampen the fabric.

“Don’t act shy now, princess.” He cooed, his thumb pressing soft circles against your clit through your panties, “I know you could feel me watching you,”

You thought back to the times in the property when you’d convinced yourself it was a trick of your eye or paranoia taking over when you were home alone, ignoring any signs that there could’ve been something else in the house.

You didn’t believe in ghosts.

“When you were showering, walking around the house in these pretty little panties.” He pinched the elastic as it snapped against your hips, “When you were touching your sloppy little pussy. You sound real pretty when you cum, you know?”

Your eyes widened in surprise as he mentioned he’d always been watching you, embarrassment flooding your system and making you feel scorching hot even beneath his cool touch at the realisation he’d seen you completely vulnerable already.

“But I couldn’t reveal myself to you, not yet.” He growled, “Not when she was still here.”

The vivid dreams you’d had each night of her death had your tummy swirling, wondering if this was the night where you’d suffer the same fate. She’d tried to warn you in those dreams, she told you to leave the house, but you didn’t listen.

You should’ve listened.

“You’ll never leave me, will you?” He whispered, finally closing the gap to press his lips to yours in a salacious kiss, “You’re mine now forever.”

“She said you were the devil in disguise,” You murmured weakly against his lips, watching the wild fury appear in his eyes as he snarled down at you, his hand tightening its grip around your neck as you felt him squeezing roughly.

“She paints me as the devil when all of this is her fault, she did this. Not me—” He growled.

You wondered what he meant by that when he was the one that murdered her.

“We were going to get married, start a family, grow old together but she fucked it up. She did this.” He continued, “I know you’ve been talking to her. Fuckin’ bitch.” He spat.

You felt the fear continue to grow inside you the more irate he became, his grip tightening as the air slowly began to leave your body, feeling yourself becoming lightheaded as your lashes fluttered.

“Don’t believe a fuckin’ word she says,” He loosened his grip, “You’re nothing like her, are you?”

You began to cough and splutter as he let go of your neck, sucking in gulps of oxygen as you felt yourself coming to.

“You’d never leave me.” Bakugou’s fingers slipped beneath the hem of your panties as he pulled them down your thighs, letting the fabric drop to the floor as he moved his thumbs to your outer labia. Spreading you open as he caught sight of the messy slick stringing against your folds as more leaked from your tight entrance.

“You wanna say you don’t want me back when you’re fuckin’ soaked, sweetheart?” He grinned, “I don’t like liars.”

Bakugou pressed his thumb to your tight entrance as he watched it disappear inside you to the first knuckle, curling it inside you as it brushed against your inner walls. Pulling the air from your lungs as you bucked into his touch, the dull ache began to brew in your pelvis as he watched with intrigue.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” He cooed, “I know you like it, sweet girl.”

He began to lower himself onto the mattress as his cold breath fanned against your slit, cooling your slick against your skin as you shivered. Bakugou’s lips curled into a grin as he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your clit, your body jolting in surprise as the cool chill hit the sensitive nub.

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever seen.” He hummed, “I thought you were like her, but you ain’t.”

Groaning as he inhaled deeply, surrounding himself with the scent of you as his tongue slipped out to drag through your slit, tasting you as he felt your walls clenching around his thumb.

“You’re so much better.”

Before you had a chance to respond to him Bakugou was already devouring you like a man starved, his lips wrapped around your clit as crude slurping noises began to fill the room. Overpowering the noise from the loud thrum of bass from the party downstairs as you wondered whether Tatami might come to find you and if she’d even be able to see him like you could.

This had to be another dream, there was no way that this was real.

This was wrong, you didn’t want this. There was something about his cold touch on your skin that made bile rise at the back of your throat as pearly tears began to leave silvery lines against your skin as they trickled down your temples and onto the soft sheets beneath you. Clinging to your lashes and obscuring your vision as the spirit of a man so callous used you for his own pleasure. You hated the way your body betrayed you, leaning into his touch as you willed him to touch you more, to have you coming undone in his arms.

But you couldn’t deny the ache he caused between your thighs, the ferocious desire brewing inside you at how badly he wanted you, needed you. The knowledge that he’d been the one watching you all this time, warding off any other men that may come between you. Your body burned at the thought of him watching you in your most intimate moments, trying to get yourself off as you furiously rubbed your clit, working yourself towards your climax. You wondered whether he touched himself while he watched you, whether he met his own end to the thought of you.

“Oi,” Bakugou growled, pinching your clit roughly as your body jolted to bring your attention back to his, “Stay with me, sweetheart.”

His teeth nipped your clit as your body spasmed in surprise, thighs clamping down around either side of his head before you pulled back from the shrill cool of him. His tongue slid through your slick lower until he came to your tight entrance, moving his thumb so he could push his tongue inside you as deep as it could possibly go. Crudely flicking it so it nudged your sensitive walls as you reached your hands down to thread through his messy spikes, surprised you could feel the silvery wisps through your fingers as you tugged.

“Please stop, don’t—” You whimpered. A feeble attempt to try and get him to pull away from you, to stop. But your body betrayed you, rolling your hips into his touch as he gathered your fresh slick on the pad of his tongue.

“Don’t act like you don’t want it when your pussy is this fuckin’ honest,” He snarled, spitting down onto your slit as he moved to run it through your folds, “Told ya I don’t like liars.”

He moved his attention back to your clit as he wrapped his lips around it, lashing the tip of his tongue against it as he began to suck hard. Catching you off guard as he pressed two fingers deep inside you to the hilt, not allowing you a moment to adjust before he began a brutal pace. Curling the digits as they pressed against the spongy spot inside you, as though he already knew the exact spots and places to touch that would have you slipping into ecstasy. His moans sent pleasurable vibrations directly to your clit as he worked you towards your climax.

Bakugou should’ve felt guilty, ruining your delicate body with such little care, watching as you allowed fear to consume you as you submit yourself to him. His fingers pressed sultry circles against your clit as you made more saccharine sounds for him, your creamy sex dripping with need because of him. But there’s no way you’d want anyone else after him, it’s selfish, but he wouldn’t allow it. You were his now, and you would always be his.

“You’re so easy,” Bakugou scoffed as you whimpered when he pulled away from your puffy nub, “Thought you’d put up more of a fight, but I guess you’re just desperate to get yourself off, or are you scared?”

You were. You were petrified. Your soaked cunt clenching around nothing at his callous words as he pinched your folds together,

And yet at the same time, you were completely mystified by this entity. He’d made you feel more wanted and desired than any guy you’d been with before, and the fear that he could harm you with ease only seemed to add to the allure.

The sensation was like nothing you’d ever experienced before, your eyes flickered over to the full-length mirror as you seemed to be alone on the bed, the man above you held no reflection as you tugged at his hair. Trying to gauge whether this was all just another one of your vivid dreams or if it was really happening. Bakugou snarled against your clit at the movement as his teeth grazed the sensitive nub, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

“You want everyone to hear what a slut you are for me, hah?” He grinned, “Too bad they wouldn’t live to remember it, you’re mine.”

The threat, even though it wasn’t directed at you, had your walls throbbing in a mixture of excitement and fear. A movement that didn’t go unnoticed by the supernatural being above you.

“You like that?” He scoffed, “Cause you know I would— I’d kill for you.”

And there was something in the tone of his voice that told you he was being completely truthful. Especially when he’d done the same to his previous lover, the fact that you believed even now that he could watch you take your final breath.

You gasped as he brought your attention back to him, curving his large palms around the fat of your thighs as he pulled you closer to him, keeping you spread wide open as thick fingers dug into the meat of your skin. Sliding the flat of his tongue through your folds as he gave a long, languid lick. Your hips bucked erratically as he deliberately avoided your clit, repeating the motion again and again as every so often he dipped the tip of his tongue inside your fluttering walls. His teasing was driving you insane, as fresh slick began to ooze from your overstimulated cunt, feebly trying to use the grip on his hair to pull him towards your clit. Your halo fell off against the plush pillows as he smirked up at you from between your thighs.

“I thought you didn’t want this, sweetheart.” He spoke against your folds, “But here you are practically begging me to get you off.”

Here you were beneath him, so compliant and responsive. It had his cock throbbing with desire as he subtly rolled his hips against the mattress, continuing to feast on your cunt as you writhed beneath him.

“Do you want to cum?” He snarled.

“I— oh my god,” You couldn’t think straight, still unable to believe this was really happening as Bakugou bullied two thick fingers inside your dripping hole. Immediately curling them towards the spongy spot inside you as he waited for your response. His cool breath fanning against your sensitive nub as your slick cooled and dried against it, making you squirm beneath him as you tried to form the right words.

“Answer me,” He spat, his other hand tightening its grip against your thigh almost painfully, “Do you want to cum?”

“Yes—” You cried out abruptly, the fear still prevalent inside you, “Yes, yes. I want to cum. I need to cum.”

You could feel tears beginning to cling to your thick lashes as Bakugou dove straight back into your messy cunt, his lips immediately latching on to your puffy clit as he sucked hard. The sudden movement had you thrashing beneath him as you let out a shrill cry, your toes curling in the heels you were wearing as you came undone. Your climax was earth-shattering as you could only feel blinding pleasure coursing through your veins, even with the cool chill of Bakugou surrounding you, you still felt scorching hot.

“That’s it,” He growled, pulling his fingers from your slick heat to delve his tongue back inside you for a taste. Collecting your juices against the flat of it as he groaned deep in his throat, cherishing the feeling of your walls continuing to flutter around him in the aftermath of your climax.

“You look so fuckin’ pretty when you cum, has anyone told you that?” Bakugou murmured as he pulled away from your slit, pressing wet sloppy kisses on the apex of your thigh as he pulled back, “I could go another eternity with only that image in my mind.”

You thought that was it, that he’d disappear and you could leave. But instead, he moved onto his knees, translucent hands moving to unbuckle his belt and pull his jeans down his hips. You watched as he slowly revealed his thick cock to your eyes, the mere thought of him fitting inside you had your cunt swirling in anticipation. No longer a way to tell whether this was a dream or reality as rough hands flipped you over as though you weighed nothing, something that terrified you as he pulled you up onto your knees as you leaned on your forearms.

“Oh fuck,” He groaned, hands ghosting against your ass as he pulled your cheeks apart, “Everything about you is better than her. It’s as though you were what I was waiting for all this time.”

What did he mean by that? You still were unaware of the reason why his spirit was trapped inside this house, why he hadn’t been able to move on and whether the girl he spoke about was the one covered in blood you witnessed in your dreams.

“Fuck,” Bakugou snarled, smoothing the fat tip of his cock through your messy folds as you felt it catch against your tight entrance, pushing forward as he failed to breach you as his tip nudged against your clit. Your fingers fisting the sheets beneath you at the motion as he pulled his hips back to try again, “You’re so tight.”

A dull ache began to ebb inside you as he pushed more of himself inside your slick walls, stretching you out around his cock as large palms gripped your plush ass. Squeezing roughly as he reached back to land a resounding smack on your cheek, watching it ripple beneath his touch as the movement had your body moving forward, pulling yourself off his length as his grip sought to pull you back.

“Shit, this fuckin’ pussy is perfect.” He groaned, giving you a moment to adjust before he began a rough pace.

The sensation was indescribable, like nothing you’d ever felt before as you felt the heat of your most intimate place mix with the cold of him. His thick cock pressed against the ridges of your walls perfectly as he filled every inch of you, moving deeper and deeper with each rough rut of his hips as you felt his tip hitting the barrier inside you, heavy balls knocking against your clit with every forward motion.

“S’too much,” You slurred, wincing slightly as you felt the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, “I can’t.”

“But yet you are,” Bakugou snarled, rough hands reaching around your body to tug the top of your dress down, “My perfect little Angel.”

Bakugou’s hands groped your bouncing breasts, pinching your taut nipples between thumb and forefinger as you cried out beneath him, turning your face to the side to see the slightest flash of red as he continued plunging into your tight cunt.

“That’s it,” He groaned, “Watch those pretty faces you’re makin’ for me.”

He gave a particularly hard thrust to watch your face contort in pleasure as he smirked down at you, the crude slap of skin against skin filled the room and it made you wonder whether this was really a dream. Maybe you’d drunk too much and you were sleeping with a cute guy from the party— but you couldn’t fool yourself, this was different, supernatural.

“Bakugou,” You gasped, his thick cock dragging against your inner walls perfectly as he knocked against the sensitive spot inside you with a harsh thrust of his hips. Already feeling the first signs of your impending climax as you began to tremble around his length.

“Katsuki,” He grunted, squeezing your hips for emphasis, “Want you to call me Katsuki.”

“Katsuki,” You repeated, the name sliding off your tongue as you broke into another sultry moan.

“Fuck, just like that, sweet girl.” He choked back a moan as he increased his pace.

It was all you could do to lay there and take it, fingers curled into the sheets as the thrusts you tried to make were no match for his brutal pace.

“I know you want to cum, sweetheart.” He grinned, his chest swelled with pride as he heard more of the pretty noises that spilt from your lips, “Can feel ya squeezing my cock.”

One of his thumbs pressed against your tight asshole as large palms kept you spread open for him, feeling the rim flutter against his touch at the foreign sensation as you began to shake beneath him.

“Oh fuck,” You felt your body give out as your legs shook violently at the height of your climax, “Katsuki.”

“Fuck, that’s it.” He grunted as he felt your walls begin to convulse around him, collapsing onto your chest on the mattress as he followed you down. His body was heavy on top of yours as he continued his harsh pace, his rough movements helping you to ride out your climax as he began to send you hurtling towards another.

The cool sensation of his chest pressed to your back was almost comforting as he pressed soft kisses against the apex of your neck, shifting his hips to change the angle as you continued to moan beneath him.

“Got no damn idea how good this pussy is,” He groaned, lifting himself off your back as he wrapped a hand back around your neck to pull you up with him.

The rough movement had you throbbing around his cock as he began to piston his cock in and out of you. Your eyes flickered to the reflection where you could now see the man behind you, his body completely covered in blood as you noticed the thick, deep scratch marks on his arms. As though someone had been clawing at him to get away from him, blinking as the sheets turned a dark crimson beneath you.

“Please-” You gasped, trying desperately to move your body forward, to get away from him as he kept his hands tight against your neck.

You tried to scream, but only a dull sound escaped your lips as his hand tightened around your throat, feeling his lips curl into a smirk beside your ear as he used your body for his own pleasure.

“I know you’re gonna cum again, princess. I can feel you clamping down on my cock.” He grinned, “You love this, don’t you?”

You couldn’t respond, the mixture of pleasure swirling in your pelvis and the lack of oxygen was making you lightheaded again. With nothing you could do in this position except take it as he fucked you towards another climax. His other hand slid down your tummy to slip between your thighs, pressing rough, sloppy circles against your puffy clit.

“Oh shit, that’s it.” Bakugou groaned as he felt you fall into pleasure, continuing to fuck you through it, his fingers consistent against your clit “Good fuckin’ girl.”

You allowed yourself to succumb to the white-hot pleasure coursing through you, your climax crashing down around you in a sudden tsunami as you thrashed beneath Bakugou. Your pliant cunt gushing around him like the waves against the shore as he continued to keep his rough pace. Your walls burned from the abuse as he worked himself to his own end, each forward motion had Bakugou fucking his cum deeper inside your creamy pussy until he came to a slow stop. His hands splayed against your sides as he leaned down to press a soft, sweet kiss against your pouty lips.

Your body convulsed as you rode out your climax before you became slack against him, your head lolling back against his shoulder as half-lidded eyes continued to stare into your reflection in the mirror.

“Been thinkin’ about filling this sloppy pussy with my cum for the longest time,” He groaned, his cock throbbing inside you as he neared his own release, “Had to stop myself from doing it while you slept. I wanted to see those pretty eyes when I was doin’ it.”

You couldn’t argue, already submitting to your fate as you felt Bakugou give a few more sharp thrusts of his hips against your ass, his fingers flexing against your jugular as he came inside you with a grunt. A swift burst of something cool erupted inside you as you felt it stick to your inner walls, surrounding you with the sensation as Bakugou’s pace began to falter as he filled you with his release. Rough grunts left his parted lips as his cold breath against your skin made you shiver, leaving a trail of goosebumps against your skin.

“You’re mine forever now, Angel.” Bakugou whispered as you felt yourself beginning to pass out, the last wisps of oxygen finally leaving your lungs as your body went slack against him, “We don’t need anyone else, it’s just you and me-”

You woke up the next morning sore, the early morning sunlight blinding as it shone through your windows, the blinds completely open as you held a hand up to shield yourself from the harsh rays. A harsh cough left your body as you reached over to your bedside table to grab your water bottle as you took a huge gulp of the tepid liquid, feeling it burn as it flowed down your throat.

A dull ebb throbbed between your thighs as you began to remember the vivid dream you’d had last night, starting to wonder whether it had really been a dream at all or whether it had actually happened. Shaking your head at the foolish thought as you got yourself up enough to sit on the edge of your bed. You were still dressed in your clothes from the night before, wondering whether instead of the dream the throb between your thighs had been caused by a drunken fumble at the party last night, wondering if the man was still somewhere in your home or had at the very least left his phone number.

Standing up from your bed as the whole room began to spin, as you took a second to ground yourself. Holding onto your dresser before you began to pad into your en-suite bathroom, moving towards the sink to splash some soothing water onto your face.

Standing back up straight is when you noticed it— the darkened bruises around your neck, almost seared into the skin as you reached up to press against them. Gasping in surprise at the painful pulse from them as you began to try and piece together what had happened last night, you’d never been so drunk you’d blacked out before, and you definitely hadn’t drunk enough to make you pass out.

The same name you remembered from your dream began to echo in your mind as you clutched the side of the bathroom sink, replaying the previous night's events.

Bakugou Katsuki.

Padding back into your bedroom you grabbed for your cellphone, ignoring the low battery warning as you unlocked it to pull up your search engine, typing the same name into the search bar as you added your location after it. Bleary eyes glanced down at the bright screen as you waited for the results to load before clicking the first article at the very top.

Gasping in surprise when the image loaded of the same man that you’d seen in your dreams last night, a messy mop of rusty blond hair with piercing red eyes. Scrolling lower as you began to read the article.

Jilted lovers end in murder on Halloween.

Police attended the home of Bakugou Katsuki on the night of October 31st 1985 after neighbours filed reports of arguing inside the home. The body of Bakugou’s girlfriend Uraraka Ochako was found in a pool of blood in the master bedroom with the cause of death being determined as asphyxiation after being strangled to death. Bakugou, who is thought to be the victim's boyfriend, stabbed Uraraka thirteen times before fleeing the scene. Later the police arrived at the house of Midoriya Izuku, an acquaintance of the couple, to find Bakugou Katsuki dead at the scene.

Midoriya is said to have killed Bakugou in self-defence, driving to the scene of the original murder to try and save the life of Uraraka but unfortunately, he was too late. Musutafu News has reached out to Midoriya Izuku for comment on what might have made this loving boyfriend of six years murder his girlfriend on Halloween, but we have not received a response.

Was it jealousy that turned this young man to murder? Or was something more sinister afoot?

Bakugou Katsuki may have taken this truth to his grave.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #Bakugou Katsuki x reader #Katsuki Bakugou x reader #Katsuki Bakugou smut #Bnha x reader #bnha smut #mha x reader #mha smut #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #bump in the night collab 🖤🐈‍⬛ 🔪#tw:dubcon #trigger:dubcon

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space-invading-pigeon · 2 years

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Glad the fandom agrees that Gareth is to Eddie what Robin is to Steve.

When Steve and Eddie get together, Eddie is obviously accepted by Steve's friends. Immediately: they can't go through hell together and NOT want every single member of the party to find something good and healing like love. The Party loves Eddie, obviously; they know he'll look after Steve, they know Steve will look after Eddie, and despite his love for both of them, Dustin gives Eddie a shovel talk so detailed, so disturbing, and so terrifying that Eddie asks Dustin to DM their next one shot (that little shit has some skills in manipulating emotions when he wants to. He did bully Mike and Lucas into making up in season one, Steve into hunting demodogs in season two, Steve into trying to translate Russian correspondence in season three, and ERICA into helping them infiltrate the Russian bunker base in season three. Kid has skills, we're all lucky he leans more towards chaotic neutral than chaotic evil). Point is, Eddie does not experience any negative reactions to the news that he and Steve are dating.

But the Party does not include Eddie's oldest friends. Gareth, Jeff, and Nelson (I like that name better than "unnamed freak 1," saw it in a fanfic and adopted it into my headcanons) are very much AGAINST Steve and Eddie dating, not because they're two dudes, but because Steve was best friends with Tommy Hagan, arguably the largest douchebag in Hawkins history, and they don't want Eddie to get hurt. So every time Steve joins Eddie for band practice, if Eddie is out of the room or even out of EARSHOT, all three of them are a little extra rude to former King Steve. But no matter what they do, Steve won't lash out. He'll grit his jaw, sure, and say something about how they don't know anything through clenched teeth, but he never argues when they call him an asshole or a bully or a liar.

When Jeff says that Steve is full of bullshit, Steve goes totally rigid before he just shuts down. Gareth sees this and immediately tries to backtrack; a parallel to Steve in high school, he's said a few regrettable things but he mostly just allows it to happen in front of him. Eddie comes back in from his bathroom break, sees Steve, and is instantly on the defensive. He drags Steve out of the garage, shooting absolutely deadly looks to his band, and they don't see him for two weeks. When Eddie does return, all three apologize to him, then less genuinely to Steve, and Steve quickly forgives them. Again, Eddie ends up taking a bathroom break, but this time, Gareth sits gingerly on the couch beside Steve.

"Are you really dating Ed? Like, no ulterior motives?" He asks, and Steve nods.

"I can't say how, but he saved my life. I was wrong to think he was just some freak," Steve says, but then he hesitates. "I- I really love him. I'm sorry you don't- I know I was a shithead in high school, but really, I love him." Gareth believes him. There's an earnestness in his eyes, a desperation for someone to know, and he can see the anxious set to Steve's shoulders. Gareth never thought that he'd see this, the King admitting to loving another man with not a trace of ill intent, and now that he DOES see it, he can see the tremble in Steve's hands, the tension in his posture and bags under his eyes, he can see the exhaustion written in every line of Steve's posture. So Gareth decides then that, whatever horrors have made such a self assured, confident person this tired, nervous, fidgety man, Steve is a good person. So he asks Steve to be good to Eddie, and then he goes back to his drumset. Jeff and Nelson are kinder, too, seeing that Eddie's #1 best friend, Platonic Soulmate, has decided to trust the fallen King.

After that, to Eddie's shock and embarrassment, Steve and Gareth get along like a house on fire. First, it's just teasing Eddie, then it's sharing embarrassing stories (Gareth shares the time Eddie spent an hour crying over a ladybug he killed before they told him it was just an M&M, and Steve shares the time that Eddie shot off of the couch during movie night and face planted into the wall, because he was half-awake and convinced that he'd just seen Ronnie James Dio through the window). Finally, it's Gareth who puts the pieces together that Steve is dyslexic, and helps Eddie record tapes for each chapter of books that Dustin and Eddie have been trying to get Steve to read.

They're not as close as Eddie and Gareth or Steve and Robin, but Steve and Gareth become great friends. Eventually, Steve and Eddie convince the party to bring Gareth into the know (Gareth is suspicious, but El's abilities and their story combined fill every single hole in the official story. He's terrified but comforted to know that it's over now)

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things headcanons #eddie and steve #gareth stranger things

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memecucker · 6 months

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ive mentioned this before but I think its funny how people use the word "carny" in pro-wrestling to mostly refer to like, huckster mentality promoters and "any publicity is good publicity" mentality bc like yeah that was absolutely part of actual carnival wrestling but what i think is interesting is how carny wrestling was this weird thing where yeah sometimes they would borrow people from the freak show and have a 500 pound man wrestling 4 little people alongside what was basically shoot fights and arguably something that should be mentioned in the history of combat sports

Bc the big way carnies made money through pro-wrestling matches was by enticing onlookers into entering a "beat the champ" challenge where they had to put up money to enter. This was basically a scam similar to pool hustling where the trick is that the mark (in both senses) is misled into thinking they'll be able to win the wager against someone that has been hiding their skill at the contest. Except instead of pool you had the carnie champ just barely beat planted challengers while they or the barker would goad attendees into stepping up and in particular you wanna focus on guy's that had a couple drinks and brought a date with them. At this point the pro-wrestler will then reveal their hidden powers and smash him because a trained fighter will almost always beat an untrained dude that just thinks he's tough and they had tactics that were geared against random civilians like yeah some guy off the street may be really strong but without training theyre gonna run out of breath pretty quickly.

But at the same time you could still get someone who was a legit high school or collegiate champion who happens to attend the carnival. Or sometimes the carnival happens to set up in an area where folk wrestling is an ingrained part of the local culture and a lot of people know how to fight making the contests a lot more real. Which was pretty important bc the way a carny wrestler was paid was they get a cut of the money people paid for the wrestling show but if they lost a fight that money will be used to pay the victorious civilian meaning that if you lost just one fight in a day you didnt get paid for all the work you did. And while the ref was in on it the fact that the scam factor is being heavily upped compared to normal promotion wrestling makes kayfabe much more important bc you dont want all the other losers to start demanding their money back so if a civilian pinned you while the ref is watching they have no choice but to count. But you could do stuff like concealing a nut shot or a bite as long as you legitimately hid it well enough from the crowd. Which meant that pro-wrestlers that cut their teeth on the old carny circuts like Harley Race developed a reputation for being pretty legitimate shooters but not like the way amateur wrestling champs were but in a street fighting type of sense because resorting to 'dirty tactics' like striking the nuts, eyes or throat or biting was an inherit part of how you made a living.

but yeah i just think its funny how carny wrestling was arguably the most "real" type of pro-wrestling but in a very unsportslike way

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Wangxian modern au where they met and started dating online but they didn't meet through tinder or anything like that, they actually met through one of those pages that post the mug shots of hot criminals on instagram and Nie Huaisang. When Wei Wuxian got arrested (y'all decide the crime but i'm leaning towards assault because i doubt there's any universe where he'll not punch a Jin) his mugshot got posted to one of those and like a good bestie Nie Huaisang went to check it out (to laugh at the comments and take screenshots of the saucier ones to send Wei Ying), then he saw that Lan Wangji liked the post (which is shocking because the dude only uses his Instagram to follow those boring education pages and like bunny pics) and decided to have some fun, he made a comment where he tagged both Lan Zhan and Wei Ying, introducing them and the rest is history. Y'all decide how they'll tell their families how they met but remember that there's no way that Nie Huaisang is leaving that out of his best man speech (because he'll be the best man or so lord help him)

#mdzs #wangxian #lan wangji #lan zhan #wei wuxian #wei ying #Nie Huaisang #the untamed #cql

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sunnybunnyy2 · 11 months

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BROKEN STEP

CHAPTER ONE IN THE BROTHER BEAR SERIES

Micheal/ Mikey Berzatto x fem!reader (feel free to ignore any gender mentions if you are uncomfortable<3)

Carmy Berzatto x platonic!reader

Richie Jerimovich x platonic!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

WARNINGS: fluff, poor writing, mentions of Richie(yes some of y'all need a warning), and mentions of readers' parents

February 22nd, 2015

It had been two days since the handsome stranger had come to my parent's home.

He had come over to fix the broken porch step my father had been too busy to fix.

Normally my mother would have found the best person she could for the job to guarantee that the step would never step out of line again. But that was normally, she had stopped at an acquaintance's house to drop by a dish of food -that she definitely didn't cook- because she was worried because the lady had recently fallen ill with a cold. She had sworn up and down that she cared but I had a feeling it was just to keep up with appearances, but when she got there she was met with her eldest son. Micheal Berzatto.

He had listened to her loudly complain about how her ‘perfect’ home is falling apart and she has to wait an extra week before they get a repairman to come to fix her front step, even though she had tipped the company double than what was required for their services.

When he and Richie were walking into the kitchen to grab a beer, his mother offered his services. Not that he minded much, it was a few extra bucks in his pocket.

When he showed up at the overly large home, he was met with you. I mean sure he had seen you around, but he had never been alone with you.

Your mother had forgotten the Berzatto boy was supposed to come that afternoon so she and your father had made plans to go on vacation, leaving you at the house to drown yourself in tv and snacks.

You were a few seasons deep on ‘The Walking Dead’ before you heard the loud knock on the door, it was just then that you realized the light tapping you had heard was actually knocking.

When you had pulled the large door open you were not expecting to see him.

The hot son of Donna Berzatto. Even when you were younger and would see him around town you would always think that he was the most beautiful man. Even in your teens.

There was something about his dark hair and brown eyes.

There wasn't a large age gap between you. His 35 to your 24 wasn't a big deal, but when you expressed it with your close friend she had seen it as immature on your part to have a ‘child-like’ crush on someone with a significant gap in age.

Safe to say you ignored her advice even when it made you feel a bit guilty, but you knew it would never go anywhere, it was harmless and it's not like it didn't boost guys’ egos when girls had crushes on them.

He was never really on the market for long after yet another break up with one of his short term girlfriends, before another woman would snatch him up.

He had his head down when you had opened the door before it shot up as soon as he heard the click. His eyes slowly ranked up your body from toe to head, before slowly zeroing in on my face, his eyes twinkling as a smile pulled at his face.

And that was history. You stood outside when he fixed the front step, -definitely ogling his biceps as he worked- and when he finally finished you invited him inside for something to drink.

You guys had talked for what felt like forever. He had this vibrant circle of care around him and when he looked at you it made you feel like you were the most important thing in the world. Like he was actually interested in what you were saying.

It was rare for you to actually feel seen and understood but when you and Mikey started your relationship there was never really a time when you didn’t, even when you guys were fighting and at each other's throats he still treated you like the world's most prized possession.

It was then he asked you out on a date in the most dude way, but as a gentleman nonetheless.

“So hunny, what do you say? You wanna go out sometime?” And because this was the most out-of-character thing he could say; you and Richie would always make fun of him, which resulted in Mikey jokingly telling Carmy to stay single which of course you made him pay for.

After the dinner at the diner and the kiss on the cheek at the doorstep, you and Mikey had been thick as thieves, definitely giving Richie and Mikey a run for their money.

Sure Richie was a little jealous that his best friends focus had shifted from their hangouts to hanging out with the girlfriend, but over time, he had even planned nights where you would all hang out. It was then he realized what Mikey saw in you.

Your calmness and beautiful aura was surrounding you. And it was like you didn’t even notice it. Your humour related to his and you both would often have a battle of who was funnier.

Mikey always swore that it was you but you had a feeling there were some biases there but it’s not like you would ever point that out. A win is a win.

You had a certain bond with everyone in his family.

With Sugar, you knew what it was like to be the mother of everyone around her. Making it her job to check on everyone around her and look after them. Often taking their load of sadness and pain and adding it to her pile to make it just a bit easier for everyone else. Or that she wasn’t everyone’s first thought, even if she deserved to be.

Then there’s Richie, always seen as the bad guy and troublemaker even if he has good intentions at heart, he always seems to have the worst execution no matter how many times he tries to be better. It was a feeling you related to too much, as you constantly felt that way in your parent's eyes. Like you were a burden. Anything you did screwed up their perfect family image even if it was just existing.

And Carm, sweet Carm. He had a stutter and was totally awkward but in a cute way. He had a heart of gold but was a little too shy to show it. He had gone through a lot at a young age, with such a dysfunctional family, sure he didn’t deal with it in the best way but the most common. Most of his family had held it against him for how he handled what they all went through, but everyone deals with their trauma differently.

Mikey ignores the pain and pushes it down, Sugar uses it to fuel her will to be good, Donna dealt with it by taking control and Richie even though he isn't technically related to them; he became irresponsible and started to act out.

I had seen their relationship with the family bloom throughout the years, I had been with Mikey. I had seen the fights, the laughs, Carms graduation, The beef get traction, the hard times and the promising.

And you had never felt prouder to be included in their crazy but lovable family.

When you and Mikey first started your relationship, he mostly decided to keep you away from his family, and at first you just assumed that he didn't think that the relationship would last. But after staying together you realized that it was a way to protect you from his family. As if he didn't want to scare you away.

“As if” you remembered telling him, “Nothing like that could scare me away from you.” and he held on to that as tight as he could. Knowing that you loved him no matter what his baggage was, and that you were in it for the long hall.

[Y'all I'm probably going to be making the Christmas in the next day or two cause I am one episode away, and I plan on making it a long one. So would you guys rather have one long chapter or two?]

TAG LIST: @gloryekaterina @secretjeon @frogjumps-world

#mikey berzatto x reader #mikey berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear x reader #sugar the bear #the bear hulu #jon bernthal x reader

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do you have ANY more thoughts abt nishinoya and/or hinata? i love the way u write them so much 🔥🔥‼‼

good luck w the last bits of calloused hands!!!! you can do this im praying 4u

do i have any more thoughts on nishinoya and hinata??? are there stars in the sky. does the sun rise and set each day. sorry for being dramatic but no i’m not

answering this in the context of calloused hands and not like general headcannons bc unfortunately for you guys i am obsessed with my own content

nishinoya wants to be a menace so bad

like this is the type of man to join random groups on facebook with filled with lead poisoned boomers just to troll and piss them off

he loves to cause problems on purpose

but despite his best efforts he’s actually the most dependable and reliable person in his friend group

he literally does not even realize he’s doing it but whenever his friends need something he’s literally there

like when everyone was moving into their apartments he was there, lifting as many boxes as he could (and also not being able to see past them)

yachi can’t open a jar? he’s got it no worries. tanaka got lost? he’s on the phone guiding him. yn needs to get home? he’ll walk her

like he’ll make fun of them the whole time

but he’s still there for them like 10000% of the time

hes also loud and honest so he always says whatever it is he’s thinking

even if it’s NOT what they wanna hear (ch 19 of calloused hands)

but it always comes from a place of love and care

he just has a big mouth and when his friends are being stupid it’s not like he’s gonna stop having a big mouth

the type to say what everyone else is thinking and not even sugar coat it even a little

but also nishinoya’s the most loyal person to ever exist ever

try saying something bad about one of his friends and live to see the next day

challenge level: impossible

he & yn have the most extreme sibling dynamic for non siblings to have

they bicker constantly and then switch to hanging out like normal to wrestling to just chilling

like they’re so brother and sister

arguably the closest in the band

they make fun of each other all the time but if anyone else tries to join in it’s over immediately

like noya will be like “yn you’re so annoying i hope you get shot” but when anyone else tries to join in and agree with him he’ll be like “???? what the fuck are you talking about why would you talk about my best friend like that”

during their shows they’re definitely doing the most crowd work between songs and their just heckling their audience and also each other

“sorry our guitar player sucks and also is dressed like a fucking nerd”

“noya can you reach the microphone okay or do you need me to adjust the mic stand for you”

they’ll go back and forth like that for a little bit until eventually tanaka will just start counting them into a song and they rush to start playing

they’re so close that it’s honestly kind of intimidating to outsiders

it’s not that their other friends are left out or anything they’re just not on that same vibe

they’re like that one gif of the two girls whispering and giggling to each other u know the one i’m talking about

and HINATA!!!!!

love that guy

after kuroo and yn start dating and each of their friend groups start spending more and more time together, yn and noya eventually adopt hinata into their duo and make it a trio

and everyone’s like ??? how did he do that

but hinata just exists on the same vibe as them

also hinata’s the only person noya and yn don’t make fun of or tease at all (including each other)

they kinda like take hinata under their wing like that’s their dude!!! their friend !!!!

like if noya and yn have a sibling dynamic, it’s like they’re twins and hinata’s their little brother

hinata shows the most interest in learning more about punk subculture and yn and noya are more than excited to show him

take him to see other bands play and introduce him to zines and tell him abt punk history

and he’s stoked to learn more and more about it

hinata’s always trying to be supportive and encouraging of them and their band

but sometimes it backfires

“i’m sure everyone will love your new album don’t even worry! and even if it’s bad it’s not like you had a ton of fans to listen to it in the first place so not a lot of people will hear it!”

“oh….great…thanks hinata”

he’s also literally doing something 24/7

and he never wants to do it alone

so everyone always has texts from him like “hey do you wanna practice with me” “hey do you wanna get dinner””hey do you wanna take this cooking class with me” “do you want to do pottery with me”

everyone is always perplexed as to when he sleeps

also he has like a ton of friends that his other friends don’t know

it seems like every other business day he’s posting a new selfie on insta with a friend they’ve never heard of

and everyone’s always like “hinata who the hell is this?“

“oh thats my friend sakusa we hang out all the time”

“???? when”

everyone that mets him loves him he has no opps

also he’s the best gift giver

he always knows what to give everyone for every occasion so every single time someone is stuck getting a gift they ask him for advice

problem is he can’t keep a secret

when yn asked him what to get kuroo from his birthday and hinata responded with the perfect gift, he didn’t even think about it when he took a screenshot of their convo and sent it to kuroo

he was just excited he didnt mean to spoil the surprise

he’s just a lil dumb sometimes

but that’s okay so are all his other friends <33333

#the calloused hands cinematic universe #the chcu if you will #SEND ME MORE OF THESE #ask

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Twisted wonderland v.s reader (Posetif)

Note; you all now the drill by now-

The first class you had was potions. Normally you would have failed every assignment because you didn't know anything about potions at all, but at the moment you were raising your hand like there was no tomorrow.

"What happens to a love potion once it hits is expiration date?" It was a question only third years new the answer to, but you called out the answer. "Depending on the type of the love potion the effects might reverse. If you give someone an expired love potion they might start to hate you."

It was surprising just how much a few months at RSA had changed you. Neige, Amanda and the triplets had looked over your academic struggles and helped you overcome them. Now you even had a decent intrest in history, though Amanda was more fun with explaining that to you than Trein.

The students around you noticed that change as well, you a magicless human outdoing them in most of their theoretical classes.

"Amazing, last year (Name) was a horrible student, but now?" Was said at every teacher conference. Crowley felt uncomfortable by that change, just a few months ago you could be pushed around but now? You had scared most of the housewardens, some of them even fatally injured, but they couldn't prove it.

Every time someone questioned you about what happened you used that one fatal weakness to your advantage. "How could I? I have no magic."

"Grim, what do you think about asking Crowley about his process to send me back to my world?" Grim knew you were going to threaten Crowley. Amanda, her work held in high regard, didn't have the authority to send you back home, Crowley did.

The grey feline was a bit sad, he didn't want you to leave, but after all the shit you went through the least he could do was let you leave.

You sat with Grim in the cafeteria, most people left you alone, but sometimes some people were stupid enough to test their luck.

"Hey! This is our space!" A boy with cat ears yelled, slamming his tray onto the surface of the table. You continued to eat your food calmly, ignoring the boy.

"Are you death or something?" He growled, one of his friends pulled his sleeve. "Dude, stop. That student took out most of our housewardens, we shouldn't anger them." The friend said, trembling.

"That weakling? Ha! I bet they couldn't even land a h-" he couldn't continue, as a blue flame suddenly burst across him. It only burned a few pieces of his uniform, but his reaction was priceless.

"Great shot Grim. For that you will get my grilled sandwich." Is the only thing you say, calmly handing Grim the Sandwich. Grim took it as if he didn't almost burn a student.

The way both of you continued to eat your food was peaceful, a friend group of two enjoying their food. The two people that had bothered you scrambled away, trying their best to find a table as far away from you as they could.

"So Grim, how does "I will cause a revolution from the magicless people against the people with magic?" Grim shakes his head. "That is too flowery, I mean you can't guarantee that."

Right, you couldn't. Not at the moment. But an idea had formed in your head, you would leave Twisted wonderland with a caboom. A revolution as significant as the french one was back in your world.

"Don't worry Grim, I'll think of a way to make that exact threat true....."

T.b.c

#bully twist au v.s reader #twisted wonderland #x reader #oc #amanda slim #neige leblanche #twst grim

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YESSSS HOW ABT BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH THE HOCKEY TEAM AND SOFT LAUNCHING YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH JJ

Soft Launch - JJ McCarthy

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“Hi baby.” JJ smiled down at you, keeping his voice low as you two walked through campus, his hand on your lower back and he guided you.

You two were public and as much as you would have liked to kiss him in public, you both knew it was best to keep it under wraps for the time being.

Well that was until some freshman from the debate team saw JJ press a gentle kiss to your lips as he told you goodbye when he dropped you off at your dorm.

“I’ll see you later. Are you still going to the boys house?” He asked as he walked backwards, making sure you two were still on for tonight.

You nodded as he shot you a thumbs up, him finally leaving for practice.

You wanted to tell your friends before news got out, but some punk had beat you to it.

“You’re dating who?” Nolan laughed as he watched you walk into their house, immediately starting on you.

You turned around, trying to walk out, only to bump into Rutgers chest, him coming in after you, “No can do bucko. Turn around.” His hands found the side of your arms, turning you around to push you forward towards the open spot on the couch.

“McCarthy of all people? Him?” Steve scoffed, “You could do better.”

“He’s nice. And super sweet. And look at that face.” You gushed. They looked at you with distaste before letting a laugh escape their lips.

You had invited JJ with you over to Nolan’s house to tell them, but the news broke campus wide that ‘Super Star Quarterback JJ McCarthy was off the market by you’ and the boys had gotten whiff of it before you were able to tell them.

“When did this happen?” Ethan asked as he grabbed your forearm, tugging you to sit down next to him.

“Like.. a month-“

“A month!” Phil laughed, “Dude, we didn’t even suspect anything.”

“I- We wanted to tell you, but apparently it’s already out.”

“Yeah we heard.” Dylan snorted, “Ya know Y/N/N, if you wanted to be more secretive, maybe you should have invited him in if you wanted to kiss him.” He laughed as he pulled up the picture of you two smooching.

You rolled your eyes at him.

“Well we didn’t expect this drama today.” Luca laughed.

The conversation changed after that, you being thankful for this until you heard a knock on the front door, Nolan popping up to grab it.

“Hey buddy.” Your eyes widened as you saw JJ walk into his house, the tension in the air becoming awkward.

A couple of the boys glared at him, sorta jokingly. It wasn’t that they care who you dated, most definitely wasn’t that- it was more so they were nervous that they’d hurt you. Especially an athlete. They all knew how these boys ran through girls and they didn’t want you in that situation.

Especially Nolan. You had been close with him since your freshman year, which would have been his junior year. You both got paired up for a project, you both finding out the other was pretty cool. It was all history from there.

“One wrong move.” Ethan glared, “We’re watching you.”

“Apparently others are too.” JJ commented, you nodding.

“Oh yeah. They found out before I even had a chance to say anything when I walked in.” You admitted as you stood up, walking over to him, “Guys, this is JJ, my boyfriend.”

You didn’t want the football player part looming over him so that’s exactly why you introduced him the way you did.

It didn’t take long for Steve and Phil to catch on before Steve replied with, “Nice to meet you, Y/N’s boyfriend.”

You rolled your eyes, but thankful one of them was smart enough to catch on, and not say something stupid.

“Well I’ve had enough. Can we just start this movie already?” Jacob whined.

“Go ahead.” You laughed as you got comfortable next to JJ on the couch.

“Hands where we can see them pal.”

#jj mccarthy #soft thoughts w/ari #nolan moyle #jacob truscott #ethan edwards #steve holtz #nhl imagine

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charlidos · 2 months

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Since I'm going through everything about Viggo & Orlando anyway, I might as well bring out the gossip that used to surround them. I don't put a lot of trust in blind items from Ted at E!Online and it's impossible to know if he actuallly had any real intel, or if it was just idle gossip about popular celebs. But it does say one thing for certain: that this was something people talked about back then (in 2004, mostly). That it wasn't just the "Viggorli tinhats" talking. And that, in itself, is interesting.

And I think it's beyond doubt that it WAS Orlando and Viggo that he was talking about here. Regardless if the gossip was true.

From 2004:

We still need to zero in on Grimy Gus and Harland Fuss (or as they're known to their most secretive of buds, Gussy 'n' Fussy). G. 'n' F. have been on location recently. Well, one of them has, at least. Don't think too many folks know that Fuss has joined his good bud Gus for a little mattress messin'. Look, I'm the first to give a hearty shout-out to two guys who want to do what they want, sexually speaking. But when both--all right, make that one--of these men go to great lengths to make the public believe he's bedding down with rising supersweet starlet Eartha Bertha, well then, I get a little pissy. Although it sure was romantic when Gus 'n' Fuss went to such a Secret Service-defying to-do while Gus was out of the States (in a film-friendly environment) making his latest butch-it-up celluloid job. Public lobby and elevator trips at the sumptuous Springtime Suites hotel with Fuss 'n' Eartha were arranged. Photographers just happened to be around, sorta the same way Rock Hudson lived his whole fake life. But I'm getting terribly off the point here, aren't I?

At this time, Orlando was (very) publically dating "starlet" Kate B, and Viggo was filming History of Violence (playing a "butch" character) in Canada. And they were both at the Toronto film festival that year, where this supposed secret romp happened. Also, the nicknames seems to refer to the whole "Prissy elf" and "Filthy human" thing they had going on the set of LotR. And during LotR PR, there was very inane gossip about Viggo seeing L, a woman around O's age, but that they broke up because V didn't care about his personal hygiene. If you look at gossip rags from around 2002-3, it was mentioned a lot...

So yeah, no doubt that it's O, V and K referred to. It's generally considered a "solved" blind. Again, doesn't mean the gossip is true.

In 2010, Ted mentioned HF again, just around when Orlando got married. In this one, there's no mention of "Gus", so of less interest to me. It's all about HF being bi, and how he and his newly wedded wife got hitched because they both needed a career boost (and HF needing a "beard"). A whole lot of nothing really. But again, quite obviously referring to Orlando.

More interesting to me, but also a bit more confounding, are some questions answered around 2009/2010:

Dear Ted: Since you dusted off the old Harland Fuss B.V., can you give us an update on his relaysh with Gus, please? Are they still together? If not, who broke up with whom? And who is Fussy seeing on the DL, then, if not Gussy? —Agusta Dear Gus Who: Long over, babe. Too bad, too, because they were way too hot together, but it was always more of a short-term (very) steamy hookup sitch. Neither dude expected a serious relaysh to come of it, just sex, sex and, oh yeah, more sex. Dear Ted: This is a question about an old blind item that I don't expect you'll answer but I thought I'd give it a shot. Are Harland Fuss and Grimy Gus still together? —Silver Dear Oldie: No. Nor were they ever. Dear Ted: Has Viggo Mortensen ever been a B.V.? I absolutely love him, and he did spend several years with those B.V.-worthy Hobbits in Middle Earth. Did they rub off on him? —LOTR Lover Dear Viggo Go Go: Oh, yeah. One of my (and readers') all-time favorites!

Again, quite clear this blind item was about Orlando and Viggo. This idea that they were just meeting to hook up, short-term (not sure if it's short term as in short meetings, or if it's short in terms of how long this relationship went on), feels a bit off for these two. But it fits that they lost touch (as per Orlando himself) sometime after 2008 or so. And what do I know, really?

No one but them knows. I'm just here, speculating wildly and letting my imagination run free.

(And I looks like I need to keep posting about them - until I've completely exhausted the subject. Or myself. Or tumblr.)

#viggo mortensen #orlando bloom #viggorli #gossip #nothing but gossip #20 years old gossip no less

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danmainacc · 2 years

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DOUBLE TAKE BY DHRUV

double take by dhruv song-fic ( shot technically ). this song is so pretty :’) it used to make me cry every time I heard it

Character: Donatello

Writing type: Song-fic

Warnings: fluffy fluff yet again :) maybe a few innuendos cause it’s me >:)

Author’s Note: SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG. A WHOLE BUNCH OF WORK CAME UP. i luv donnie so much <3 ( header credit to qoeww ) song lyrics are in italic

...

I could say I never dare

To think about you in that way

But, I would be ly-ing

Donnie slowly lifted his gaze from his blueprints, practically fighting against himself to keep his stare from traveling back to you, who was sitting on his desk.

You were reading your book intently, eyes trained on the pages, with your tongue slightly poked out, a thing you would do when you were focused.

You two were friends, and have been for who knows how long, but Donnie’d be a liar if he said he never wondered what it’d be like you were more.

And I pretend I’m happy for you

When you find some dude to take home

But I won’t deny that

“Ugh,” you groaned, walking into Donnie’s room and plopping yourself on his beanbag in anguish. “Yet another nightmare date for the history books.”

“What was it this time? He has 27 gerbils? Thinks California’s a country? *gasp* Is he from Staten Island?” Donnie half-heartedly joked, his heart breaking with each one.

He wanted to be the one to take you out, he wanted to be the one to sweep you off your feet. But you were just stuck in this cycle of terrible blind dates, not even noticing what was right in front of you.

“Ha ha, very funny,” you playfully scoffed, kicking off your heels and snuggling into the soft chair.

In the midst of the crowds

In the shapes, in the clouds

I don’t see nobody but you

In my rose-tinted dreams

Wrinkles silk on my sheets

I don’t see nobody but you

‘Focus, Donatello. Damn.’

The turtle groaned and flopped his head on his work-desk in anguish, arms hanging in defeat.

He was trying to write the blueprint for a new gadget that he needed for around the lair, but every time he got into the groove of drawing the shapes, they always seemed to look like you.

He was seeing you everywhere. In his dreams, in his blueprints, hell, in the foam in his coffee.

Boy, you got me hooked onto something

Who could say that they saw us coming?

Tell me

“(y/n)....I love you.”

Do you feel the love~?

“No, no, that’s not right,” Donnie dismissed, shaking his head at himself in the mirror.

“That’s too forward. I’ll scare her away.”

Spend the summer or a lifetime with me

Let me take you to the place of your dreams

Tell me

“(y/n)...I deeply care for you in a way that is not platonic.”

Do you feel the love~?

“Nope, definitely not.”

And I could say I never unzipped

Those blue Levi’s inside my head

But that’s far from the truth

Donnie snapped his eyes open, abruptly sitting up from his bed, the image of your bare ass still clear in his mind.

“Jesus, Donatello,” he groaned, covering his red face with his hands as he noticed the friend sticking up in his lower region.

“Get it together.”

Don’t know what’s come over me

It seems like yesterday when I said

“We’ll be friends forever”

“It’s crazy to think that we’ve been friends for 8 years today,” you happily smiled, turning to your best friend.

You two had decided to go to the place where you first met, a secluded part of Central Park, in honor of your Friend-iversary

“Yeah, man,” Donnie sighed, turning to look up to the sky, his smirk slowly melting into a sad smile

“Friends.”

Constellations of stars

Murals on city walls

I don’t see nobody but you

“Almost done~,” you cooed as you placed Donnie in the center of the alleyway, running over to prepare the tarp.

“(n/n), if this is another beach ball prank, I don’t think I’ll be able to forgive you,” he sighed, crossing his arms as the patter of your sneakers got louder.

“Oh, relax. That was one time. And his is completely different,” you assured, placing a hand on you friend’s shoulder.

“Alright, take it off!”

Donnie untied the blindfold and lifted his gaze to see that you had painted a portrait of the two of you hugging on the alley wall.

It was beautiful, so vibrant and life-like that you’d think the picture could breathe.

“You like~?” you smirked, wiggling your eyebrows at your friend’s awestruck face.

“It’s....It’s amazing,” Donnie smiled, biting back a couple tears.

You’re my vice, you’re my muse

You’re a nineteenth floor view

I don’t see nobody but you

“I cannot allow myself to be shown up by your breath-taking painting, so I have decided to bring you here,” Donnie smirked, his hands covering your eyes as he walked you out onto the roof of the building.

“Uh huh. And where is here exactly?” you smirked, turning to your turtle friend.

“You’re about to find out,” he smirked, releasing your eyes.

“Viola!”

You opened your eyes to see that you were on the rooftop of an incredibly tall building that overlooked the entirety of New York City.

The view was phenomenal, you were able to see practically everything, from Lady Liberty all the way to...*shudder*...Staten Island.

“Donnie! You didn’t! This is awesome! I love it,” you smiled, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug.

The turtle turned dark red, eyes wide at the sudden gesture, but he quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around you.

Boy, you got me hooked onto something

Who could say that they saw us coming

Tell me

“I love you,” Donnie thoughtlessly sighed under his breath.

Do you feel the love~?

“Huh?”

“NOTHING!”

Spend the summer or a lifetime with me

Let me take you to the place of your dreams

Tell me

“I could’ve sworn you said something.”

“I didn’t hear anything.”

Do you feel the love~?

“Donnie....”

Boy, you got me hooked onto something

Who could say that they saw us coming

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! Gee, it’s getting late. WE SHOULD PROBABLY GET GOING!”

Tell me

“DONNIE!”

“WHAT?!

“I LOVE YOU, TOO!”

Do you feel the love~?

“You what?” Donnie went wide.

Spend the summer or a lifetime with me

Let me take you to the place of your dreams

Tell me

“Donnie....I’ve loved you for years. I just never...I just never thought you would feel the same.”

Just then, Donnie grabbed you by your waist and roughly pulled you into him, smashing his lips onto yours with a longing that was even obvious to you.

Do you feel the love~?

After a few more the seconds, the two of you pulled apart, breathless and red.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

...

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #nickelodeon #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader

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fauxfickle · 3 months

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We now return with your regularly scheduled and all too familiar feeling of malaise and the search for "The Great All American Pizza Show!"

So it's been a little under a month since my last post and I've been skimming through commercial compilations from the LA area. I've found some cool YT channels that archive old ads from that area but I obviously don't have anything to show for it. The ads are either too early or too late to be part of this campaign which is a bit frustrating. Something I neglected to mention last time was that I was also looking through Colossal Pictures demo reels to see if they had a snippet of the animated commercial but of course, there's nothing. There seems to be a cutoff point in the early 80s as most demos only show things from that far back. I was able to find some obscure, silent, avant garde, sci-fi film possibly connected to Colossal but I don't think that'll help me much.

Colossal had some sort of "meet the crew" type video where all the employees said they're names but only their first name so I can't really track them down or anything. I'll keep looking, I didn't look all too hard as I was kinda at my wits end at that time looking through ad comps for hours.

I took a bit of a break for a while before reading through the old Pizza Times newsletters from Dec 79 - May 80. The May 1980 newsletter had some cool info about commercials and news features filmed at the various stores. Some of these aren't technically part of TGAAPS campaign but ehhhhhh I don't really care. They're part of early PTT history and I wanna see them damnit!

Let's go through these starting with Citrus Heights. The Citrus Heights section is loaded with info regarding lost media, 3 in fact! Sacramento's Channel 40 (KTXL), which has since been bought out by FOX in the mid 80s, did a Newsplus at 10 feature on the cyberamic systems at the new store during it's opening week. If we consult the ever so useful Chuck-E-Pedia, we can find that this feature would have been shot and most likely aired on Christmas week of 1979. A perfect pin point set of dates to look through! Next, Chuck was seen in the lead up to the United Cerebral Palsy Telethon which also gives us some idea of where to look. Finally, a TV commercial was filmed, possibly with TGAAPS slogan. Bob Wilkins' ad agency produced it but I couldn't find ANYTHING regarding this company. It's mentioned on his wikipedia but not named, and a even his own website doesn't mention anything about it. It's surprising that someone who seems like a local celeb in there area could have an ad agency that goes almost entirely undocumented.

Next, we move to Sparks, Nevada. Channel 2 (KTVN) filmed a feature on the store for the PM Magazine. The store was visited by reporter Keith Hirshland. Now I'm actually pretty sure I've found this dude! I found a local online article talking about him and the timeline works perfectly. Assuming this was filmed in early 1980, Keith would of been still fresh out of college with a degree in journalism and around 23. He also says he grew up running down the halls of the KTVN office. As a little aside, I'd just like to say don't bother this man or anyone/company mentioned in any of my posts. The last thing we need is to scare off these people.

This last little piece of lost media probably has the best chances of being found out of all the rest. Ben Wattenberg's 1980, from what I can find, is a dry, uninteresting TV news segment hosted by an equally dry and uninteresting host, the neo-conservative Ben Wattenberg. Ben Wattenberg's 1980 itself seems to be almost entirely lost media as only a few stills, episode descriptions, and TV listings exist online. However, this show was on PBS which no doubt has it somewhere in it's archive. What's better is that that there not only an exact date of when the episode will air, but also the name of the episode itself! One user on taptalk was able to find a TV listing which unfortunately doesn't lead anywhere and isn't archive on the WayBack machine. Luckily people actually said the name of the supposed episode which would of been "Silicon Valley: The New Entrepreneurs". We can also find evidence of it in a newspaper from that June 15th.

I sent e-mails to KTXL-40 and PBS on 2/24, so far no responses. I'll wait a little longer and in the mean time look for more leads and contacts. As I said before, don't bother these people/companies. I don't want them to be swamped with calls and e-mails and clam up on us. Bye for now!

#chuck e cheese #pizza time theatre #the great all american pizza search #the great all american pizza show #pizza time theater #lost footage #lost commercial #lost media #bob wilkins #ben wattenberg #oh god why is there a ben wattenberg tag on tumblr

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kayluh1915 · 10 months

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can we get the ianthony kisses from kiss currency YouTube video?

I think new ianthony shippers need to be remind of that video?

please and thank you.

psssst, disclaimer…

Oh, absolutely! Given the recent influx of new shippers, I think it's important to bring up a lot of other important moments, not just the kiss(es)! There are plenty more where these come from, but the following are just my favorites in no particular order!

The First and Second Kiss Password to the second kiss video is: ianthony

You heard me right, folks! There actually were three kisses, but one of them was a head kiss (later in the list). It's just as cute as the other two, but if we're talking lip kisses, there's only two of those... for now😉

only a picture for the second one because the video file sucks which in turn makes a horrid quality gif.

The Ass Smack

Dude, I remember this blew my mind when it happened the first time. This happened a few months before the first kiss so this was probably the biggest moment that had happened in the fandom at the time. I remember us not being able to shut up about it!

He did slap Ian's ass before in this video a couple months before this one, but it was no where near as influential.

The Ghost Reenactment

If you all haven't seen the 1990 classic romance movie "Ghost..." then what the heck are you doing with your life? It's a tear-jerker, but it's worth the watch especially if you love 80s and 90s media like I do!

Anyways, there's a scene in the movie where they make pottery together. I think this speaks for its self.

edit: i have to go back to work tomorrow and i'm trying to finish this as quickly as possible so i can do my prework week shopping so i'm using one of my old gifs here. hope that's okay.

The Head Kiss

Yes, the second of the three "kisses." As already mentioned, this one doesn't count since it wasn't on the lips. Despite that, it's still extremely cute and is enough to melt your heart! 🥺

edit: oh my god it's fluffier than i remember it being what the fuck i'm dead

And last but not least (in my personal opinion):

Shot in the Dark

For those of you who have been around, you already know why this is my favorite Ianthony moment to date. For you newer guys, let me summarize as quick as I can.

I love this so much because when you take away the context and just look at this clip for what it is... wow.

From just how close they're standing to each other, how Ian asks where Anthony is, how Anthony calmly replies to him, and how Anthony puts his hand extremely close to Ian's face which looks like he's putting it on Ian's face with the silhouettes...dead. Just dead.

old gifs again, sorry... 😬

This took me so long omg. If you guys want, I can do a second post! Since their reunion, I feel like there's a lot of past moments that need to be brought back up just so the newer guys can get a feel of the Ianthony history!

Until then, I hope this post was alright for you my dear!💙💙

#anon #answer #my gifs #kayla's ramblings #ianthony #☀️🔍#ianthony history #I guess that's what I'll call these throwback posts

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minkkumaz · 11 months

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FROM ME TO YOU

all of your experiences since you first moved into the neighborhood were more than magical. you had completely fallen for woonhak and his boyish charm. but there was something different about him recently and you'd find out exactly what. THE DAY I MET YOU series

PAIRING kim woonhak x fem!reader WC 3.0k TAGS adults dni. angst. some fluff. miscommunication. woonhak is kinda serving meanie butt. best friend jaehyun dynamic w/ reader. TAGLIST @woon2u @lumixen @woonhakist @jungwoning @yumicherryiiOMI NOTE this series is finally coming close to an end! i hope you enjoy this part, and please keep an eye out for further updates, trust me you'll want to.

the day you met him, and every day afterwards, was only something that could be described in an unrealistic fairy tale. though the best part of it all was when he pulled your face closer to his, trapping you in a kiss you’ve only ever dreamt about.

something different, something perfect. the feeling of finally being with someone you pined for since you met wasn’t fathomable, but it happened, and it couldn’t be more real.

since then, that photo strip has been trapped in the back of both of your phone cases. the sentimental value it had would have a hold on the two of you forever, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. it truly captured that moment in a way you could still feel your heart racing whenever you looked at it.

it was a constant reminder that you and woonhak shared a bond strong enough to blossom into a beautiful flower, petals far from wilting anytime soon.

the bike ride back was full of sheepish giggles and soft kisses on the back of his neck. but besides that, there was a lot of planning that went into what exactly you wanted to say. how do you tell a group of boys that you just bagged their best friend? you know they wouldn’t care, but the idea of jaehyun freaking out wasn’t impossible.

once you and woonhak got home, the two of you gathered the boys together in his room before intertwining your hands with one another and dropping the news. and as if you didn’t already predict the situation, you gave a teary - eyed jaehyun a panicked hug.

“oh my god..” jaehyun sniffled into your shoulder, “i’m so happy for you guys!”

“you’re such a crybaby it’s not that big of a deal!” woonhak laughed, rubbing a hand on his back.

“dude, my boyfriend just got stripped from my grasp! why wouldn’t i cry?!” he joked in between sobs before you flicked his forehead.

“hey, just know if he ever fucks up i’d be glad to send him your way hyun.” you smile.

“bro, we’ve been dating for like 30 minutes! you’re already selling me away?”

“i mean, he’s your highest bidder, woonie.”

the rest of them were extremely accepting, poking fun at woonhak and praying for your sanity. because, while a relationship grew between you and him, a loving friendship also prospered with the rest. it felt too good to be true.

things continued along like history, many moments you and woonhak shared stowed in your happiest memories.

dates were always frequent; you didn’t know how he could come up with so many ideas that never failed to make you blush.

one time, he took you to the basketball court, revisiting his fondest recollection of hitting the high score in the arcade; dedicating every shot to you, even if he missed. his rebuttal was ‘i might’ve missed that shot, but i didn’t miss shooting my shot with you.’ this made the both of you audibly cringe, you threatening to tell jaehyun about his corny one - liner.

“baby, that might’ve been the cringiest thing you’ve ever told me.” you snicker, “i’m totally telling jae.”

“if you tell him i swear i’ll break up with you holy shit.” he whines out, throwing the basketball to the side and running towards you.

“you wouldn’t dare!” you gasp, waving your phone in front of his face.

he snatched the device from your hands, holding it out of reach, “who has the upper hand now?!”

“woon, you’re no fun.” you furrow your eyebrows as he kisses the fake pout on your face.

“but you love me, don’t you? it’s okay to admit it!” he teased.

even the most simple dates, like going out for dinner, he’d make the best nights of your life. insisting on trying everything on the menu until both of your stomachs hurt, then getting a discount from the nice old lady that found him cute. this also enabled a lot of teasing.

“i can’t believe she gave us twenty - five percent off because you’re cute! i can’t have old ladies trying to steal my boyfriend.” you roll your eyes amusingly.

“food tastes a lot better when it’s cheaper, i might have to start taking you there more often.”

“are you gonna take me there because you love treating me, or because you just want free food!”

“my lips are sealed.” he swipes his finger across his lips, pretending to lock them.

“let’s be honest, that old lady was probably jaehyun in a wig. only me and him find you that adorable.”

“normally i hate being cute but if it bags me a discount, i might have to do aegyo more often.” he shrugs.

“i might need you to log out for me…”

other times, whether you were tangled with him in the warmth of his sheets, cooking lunch for the rest of the boys, playing video games, or going shopping together, all of these things added up perfectly. there was a distinct kind of happiness that he gave you, releasing the utmost amount of dopamine in your brain.

but even with the romantization of these fairy tales, it never disregarded the much darker root. the original stories that didn’t get much of a happy ending. this sounded too deep for your liking, but over time things felt burnt out.

moments where he’d grin against your lips, unable to get enough of you, turned into an apologetic excuse to leave. over some time, his words became dry, and hangouts were less recurrent. this left you with the ill thought that maybe the petals of your relationship were wilting after all.

there was something happening, and you didn’t quite know what. woonhak grew more distant and dismissive, like he was hiding something. and while you tried your best to ignore it, nothing made much sense. to everyone else, he seemed to be acting completely fine.

then began the very long days where you were unsure what was going on, trying to act normal with a boy that was starting to feel unfamiliar to you.

light barely emit from your curtains that morning, leaving your sleepy body in the comfort of darkness. grabbing your phone, the glow of the screen illuminates your face. a groan fell from your lips as you quickly glanced at woonhak’s messages to see if he sent you anything, but all you were met with was texts from the night before left on read.

the absence of your boyfriend almost made your headache worse, knowing he was usually awake at this time, pounding on your window for attention. reminiscing made you dizzy, sitting up to let your feet hit the floor; they were cold from the ac blasting in attempt to battle the summer heat.

a lazy hand ran through your hair before messaging woonhak a simple, ‘good morning (or good afternoon since i woke up late), i love you!’ that was bound to be ignored.

you walked to your window, sliding the curtains down the rod above to let some sunlight in. in the house across from yours, you could see the silhouette of six boys through the sheer curtain. the sound of instruments coming from them was loud, but not distinguishable enough to dwell on.

they were practicing a lot more recently, and you remember how excited woonhak would be when he spoke to you about their music. it was admirable, and any of their talents were never disregarded. the sound stopped as quickly as it begun.

taking a seat on the window sill, you took out your phone again to message jaehyun, your platonic light in the dark. you often seeked advice from him when things were a little too much to handle.

‘hey, are you over at woon’s house right now?’

a notification came in quickly, him telling you that their practice just ended and that he was about to go back home. you asked him if he could come over for a bit, in hopes to confide in him about woonhak.

three small bubbles popped up on the screen, lingering for a second before disappearing. there was silence in your messages for a couple minutes before the sound of a knock rattled your door. the doorknob twisted open as the boy peeked in, seeing you sitting at your window.

“oh shit that was quick, did my mom let you in?” you quirk an eyebrow as he pulls out your desk chair to sit down.

“you know how much she absolutely adores me, of course she let me in.”

you smiled at the memory of when you first introduced your mother to all of your friends. she immediately greeted them with handshakes and brought them all snacks. jae absolutely kissed ass for no particular reason at all.

for the remainder of the night, she couldn’t stop telling you about how cute everyone was, especially woonhak and jaehyun.

“so, what’s up?” he questioned you as you moved yourself over to the foot of your bed.

“we need to talk about the obvious elephant in the room; why the fuck is woonhak avoiding me like the plague? did i do something to upset him?” you frown.

jaehyun’s expression twists into something unreadable, his eyes going wide and lips parting slightly, “wait, he’s been avoiding you?”

“i’ve never seen so many back to back read receipts, jae,” you grumbled, “please help me figure out what i did wrong!”

“y/n… i don’t think you did anything wrong, he just–” he sighed.

“he what?”

“listen, it’s really not my place to tell you. maybe try asking him about it?” he suggests, scratching the back of his head.

“so you know what’s going on, but you can’t tell me? i thought i was your favorite.” you pout half jokingly, “and asking him would never work, he barely messages me back anymore.”

“no, it’s not like that! i might have an idea, but it has nothing to do with you, i promise. i don’t know why he’s been weird about it, trust me.”

“it has seriously been eating me alive, can you help me think of a plan at least?” you sulk.

“why don’t you just go over to his house, knock on his door, and give him a piece of your mind?” jaehyun tells you.

“what if he sees me in the peephole and doesn’t let me in?” you ponder.

“man, you teenagers are so complicated. his spare key is under the front mat.”

“jaehyun, are you forgetting that you’re also a teenager.. you’re barely older than all of us!” you argue, throwing a soft plush at his head.

“hey, no need to get violent! i’m just saying.” he picks up the plushie from the floor and chucks it back in your direction, barely missing.

“be serious then! if you know what’s going on, how should i approach it?”

“okay, okay, i’m sorry. y/n, i really think that you should just go over and try to talk to him. he has to come around sooner or later.” he leans his elbows above his knees, looking at you.

“fine, i’ll follow you out and stop by. do you think the rest of the boys are still there?” you plan.

“they shouldn’t be, leehan said him and riwoo were gonna stop by the fish store to pick up something for his aquarium. the rest are probably just going home.” he thinks for a second.

you poke your head to peek out the window, seeing woonhak sitting at his computer. “alright, i see him by himself. let’s go.”

“do you want me to wait here?” he added, seeing the nervous expression on your face.

“no, i’ll be fine, jae. you can go back home to your discord kittens.” you get up from your seat on your bed, jaehyun quickly following behind you down the stairs.

“dude, i don’t have discord kittens. not anymore, at least.”

“not anymore?” you laugh, slipping your shoes on.

“anyways! i hope things go well, i’m sure he’ll tell you.” he pat your shoulder.

“thank you jae, seriously. you’re kind of sweet, i guess.” you roll your eyes dramatically, watching him kick the stand of his bike and sit down.

“you’re welcome, i suppose. text me if you need anything, okay?” he calls out, starting down the street.

“i will!” you wave goodbye to him thankfully.

watching him blur into the distance, the weight of the situation starts to become heavier. it had been days since you and woonhak have properly spoken, what are you even thinking? swallowing down any doubts, you cross over to his house and knock on the front door.

a minute passes with no response, enabling you to knock again a little louder. secon later, the sound of footsteps become prominent, and soon the door opens slightly revealing your disheveled boyfriend.

“hi baby, can i come in?” you ask calmly, trying your best not to ask about his physical state.

“ah– i’m sorry y/n, i don’t think now is a good time. i was working on something.” he explains, staring at you in front of him.

“you haven’t really responded to any of my messages in a few days, i just miss you.” you bite the inside of your cheek.

“i know, i just– can you leave me alone for now? i’m really busy and don’t feel like talking.”

“oh, okay. that’s fine, just.. text me later, then?”

“i’ll see.” he says blankly, closing the door on you. it was sudden, making you feel flushed and embarrassed. not wanting to stand there like a fool, you begrudgingly walk back to your house.

every step you took felt burdensome, failing to realize what could be bothering woonhak so much. your hand felt weak as you opened the door back inside, closing it quickly after to escape the outside weather. you wondered why he didn’t want to talk to you at all.

you. his supposed girlfriend who is supposed to be there for every chapter of his life. assisting him in his ups, downs, discomforts; what was happening between the two of you? was it something you were supposed to read closely in between the lines to understand? these thoughts swarmed your head.

it was then that the pounding in your head became prominent as you threw yourself back into the comfort of your blankets. being alone with your own thoughts made the tears begin to pour out, letting puddles of your sadness dampen your pillow case.

everything came crawling back to bite you in the ass, all these suppressed feelings overruling you. all the sadness you felt from this stupid situation drowning you. and in your room, you sat there forever, choking in your own sorrows.

there was still a painful ache gnawing at your body when you woke up. you were in a cold sweat, face still hot. the glare from your alarm clock read nine forty - five pm. the street lights peered through your open window as you rub your eyes to adjust to the darkness.

part of your memory was still hazy from just waking up, and you didn’t remember when you fell asleep. there was still a wet spot engraved on your pillow from crying. you exhale annoyingly, before your phone vibrated your night stand.

once you grab your phone, the brightness almost blinds you. swiping up to turn down the brightness, you see two notifications that lay idly on your home screen, each a few minutes apart.

‘hey are you awake?’

‘i wanna talk to you.’

as your eyes scan through the messages, you were soon interrupted with the small patter against your window. the sound made you jump slightly, getting up from your bed to check below. when you slide the glass upwards, you see woonhak standing in the grass with his hands in his pockets.

“do you think you can come down?” woonhak says sheepishly.

“oh uhm– yeah, i’ll come down. sorry, i just woke up.” you mumble.

“okay, i’ll be on your porch.” he tells you, walking off towards the front of your house.

after closing your window, you reach over to pull your phone off the charger and scramble down the stairs. the rest of the house was dark, so you quietly let yourself outside, not bothering to put on any shoes except your slippers.

woonhak stood a short distance away from the bottom step, looking visibly uncomfortable. his lips pulled into a slight smile when you stepped down to meet him. you noticed that his hair was messy, and there were dark circles forming underneath his eyes.

“hi, pretty, are you okay?” he spoke, breaking the silence.

“i think so, i’m just so confused.” you avert your eyes from his, in an attempt not to cry again.

“i’m an idiot, y/n, i know. but i want to explain everything to you now, okay?”

“then please tell me what the fuck i did wrong for you to treat me like i didn’t exist.” your words were like fire, starting to feel more angry than sad.

“you didn’t do anything wrong, y/n, i just– there’s something i haven’t been able to tell you because i know it’s going to kill you.” he exhales deeply.

“are you cheating on me..?” you stutter out, feeling like you were going to vomit at the idea.

“oh my god, no, of course not! i love you so much, i could never do that.”

“then spit it out, woonhak.”

he paused for a second, taking in a deep breath. “about three weeks ago, jaehyun got an email from a company in korea. in the email, they explained that they were scouting for idols to be in a boy group under their entertainment. we sent them some of our demos and ahm– they really wanted to work with us.”

“holy shit, baby, thats amazing! why did you keep that from me for so long?”

“i just didn’t know how to tell you that we can’t stay here, y/n.”

“woonhak.. what are you saying?” your heart drops suddenly.

“we have to leave for korea tomorrow. not just me, all six of us.” he fell silent.

“what?”

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