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hannieehaee · 5 months

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them accidentally ditching you on your bday pt. 2 - hhu

content: angsty, gender neutral, established relationship, conflict resolution, direct continuation to this, fluff, happy ending, etc.

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a/n: literally so many ppl requested thisjhdf im glad u guys liked it!! im working on vu and pu versions for this rn btw <3

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seungcheol -

seungcheol sat there for a minute or so, simply pondering at what had just happened. it was 100% his fault, that was something he was very well aware of. he knew that it had simply slipped his mind, but that did not wipe away the hurt he saw in your eyes upon entering your shared apartment. knowing that you had been waiting for him all day made him feel like an asshole. he couldn't believe that he had forgotten about your birthday even upon coming home at midnight the night prior. he felt like such a hypocrite, always whining at people to give him royalty treatment on his birthday but absolutely ignoring you during yours. you, his most favorite person.

he felt hurt that you had decided to spend the night with some friends, instead of in the arms of your boyfriend, but he understood. this was what he deserved. god knew that he wouldve pulled out all the dramatics if you had done the same to him, which was why he was now at a standstill, not knowing what he should do. he wanted to see you so badly, get on his knees and apologize, letting you know over and over again that you were the most vital person in his life and that forgetting you was something that not even he could forgive himself for.

now, he could've sat there and lamented himself over his stupid mistake, or he could run after you before you made it out of the building. he did not want you going to bed angry, or much worse, sad, so he picked the latter and got off his ass to chase after you, not caring about his current exhaustion as he took the stairs rather than the elevator in order to be able to catch up to you before you made it to your car.

luckily for him, he was able to catch you just as you stepped out of the elevator (having ran down five flights of stairs and almost injuring himself in the process), completely unsuspecting to his sudden ambush. he hadn't noticed until now, but you had dressed up, clearly ready to go clubbing or partying with your friends. he felt bad to get in the way of your plans. no, he felt horrible to accidentally ditch you and then ruin your plans. but he needed to at least try and make amends. he knew that if this were him, he'd want you to try and make it up to him.

you jumped back a bit at seungcheol's sudden apparition as you rounded the corner upon exiting the elevator, seemingly not having expected him to come after you.

"cheol, what are you doing?", you didn't seem mad, but your tone let him know you were clearly not content with him.

okay, he didn't think as far as this. his main goal was just to convince you to stay, then he would come up with a way to make it up to you.

"baby, i ... i'm so sorry. i know how hypocritical this is coming from me. i never meant to forget, you know that! there's nothing i can do to make up for having forgotten about you today, but please, please let me try."

"cheol .. i don't know," you paused, "last year when i texted you at 12:03 you complained about it for over an hour. you're the one always making a big deal about this. i assumed you'd care when the shoe was on your foot, but apparently not."

"i do! i do care. baby, please. let me take you out. ditch your friends. i'll take you somewhere. anywhere. i'll even take you out tomorrow too! i'll take the day off. how does that sound?"

"you cant take the day off, cheol. you're an idol-"

"i dont care! they can come and try to drag me away from you if they want. i want to be with you. please let me. please don't leave. cant stand the thought of you going to sleep alone after what i did."

you chuckled at the first half of his statement, feeling touched at the second part of it.

"are you sure?"

he scoffed, deciding to go on a leap and hold onto your hands, pulling you closer to him, "yes! there's nothing i wanted to do more today than be with you! it mightve slipped my mind that today was the day, but i had a beautiful day for us planned, baby. will you let me show you? please?"

cheol knew it was hard for you to say no to him, specially when he whined and pouted at you, giving you his best performance in order for you to understand how badly he felt. it didn't take much more for you to break, finally letting a smile graced your face as you squeezed his hands in yours.

"you better make this worth my while, choi seungcheol," god, he hated when anyone called him that, but you were the exception.

"always."

wonwoo -

wonwoo was astonished at himself, for lack of a better word. he had never been more disappointed in himself than in this moment. sure, he didn't take birthdays too seriously, and he knew you didn't either, but you always made him feel so special on his day he had only wanted to do the same. he was a lowkey guy, so his ways of showing love sometimes went unnoticed by most people, except for you. you accepted the subtlety of his love, loving him all the more for it. he felt terrible that today he showed you the exact opposite of what he had planned. he had taken weeks to perfect the dinner he had wanted to make for you, having prepared a romantic night for the two of you. all he wanted was to make you feel loved as he held you through the night, but his plan had stupidly slipped his mind.

what kind of asshole ditches their significant other on their birthday? for a stupid video game out of all things? as soon as wonwoo communicated what you had texted him to mingyu, his roommate couldn't help but scold him, telling him this was very uncharacteristic of him. which it was. everyone knew wonwoo to be a very sensible guy. it was very rare for anyone to have their feelings hurt by wonwoo. the guy was just simply too emotionally intelligent to ever be perceived as a hurtful individual. except now he had shown a careless part of himself that rarely ever faced the surface.

he was unsure of what to do. it was clear by your messages that you did not want to see him. you quite literally had asked him to not come. your texts to him were always filled with love, somehow being able to have your affections to him transcend even through text. but these were cold, and with good reason. still, wonwoo did not want to give up. the only thing that would be worse than ditching you on your birthday would be to stay where he was, knowing you were not only upset but also hurt by his actions. or rather, lack there of.

so, wonwoo was now on his way to you. well, to your apartment. you had mentioned in your messages that you would be out with friends due to his absence. it killed him that you had chosen to be with your friends over him, but he was fully aware that he only had himself to blame for that. he was glad you at least had someone to be with while his forgetfulness kept him away from you.

he had a key to your apartment, often heading over to fall asleep in your arms after a grueling day of being an idol. upon arriving there, he knew you'd be gone, so he allowed himself in, hauling in all the ingredients he had packed with him in order to make you the dinner he had been planning all these weeks. he was unsure of when you'd arrive back home, so he needed to hurry just in case. there was also a chance you'd come back in the early hours of the morning, knowing you would sometimes stay out with your friends til 1 or 2 in the am. having practiced this dinner multiple times, wonwoo was able to have it all done by 10, hoping that you'd arrive soon so the dinner wouldn't go to waste. he took care of the ambience, lighting candles and even moving furniture aside to make space for his set up. all he had to do now was wait for your arrival.

it had taken you around two hours to arrive. wonwoo had simply sat there waiting for you, not wanting to contact you as to not disturb you. okay, maybe he had maniacally texted you back earlier, apologizing for his mistake over and over, but had received no response, so he had decided it'd be best to just wait for you to arrive on your own. and now you were here, crossing the door to your apartment.

you stopped upon spotting him, widening your eyes before taking note of the dinner table behind him, "wonwoo? what are you doing here?"

he smiled sadly at you, slightly unsure of what to say, "i cooked for you," he paused, continuing upon seeing your confusion, "im so sorry. time got the best of me. i cant believe it slipped my mind. i knew it was today, but i got too distracted. i never wanted to make you feel like i didnt care. i do. so much."

you stood there without saying anything, still carrying a slightly shocked expression on your face. so he continued.

"baby ... please, have a meal with me. i prepared all this for you. this is what i had planned for today, if only i hadnt forgotten. let me make it up to you, please. i already called off tomorrow. i had a whole day planned for us, but i'll do whatever you want. if you want me to leave, i will. just, please. i need you to know how much i care. i love you, you're everything."

you continued to stare at him for a bit, a soft smile slowly breaking into your features before responding.

"nonu .. you didn't have to do all this. i'm sorry if i made you worry. this is ... it's such a sweet gesture. of course i want you to stay. all i wanted all day was to be with you," it melted his heart that you had wanted him all day, but were separated by none other than himself.

he pulled you into his arms halfway through your response, humming as he felt you hug him back. nothing felt as nice as your touch against his.

"im so sorry, beautiful. this will never happen again, i promise."

"i love you, wonwoo. thank you."

"happy birthday."

mingyu -

mingyu had never hauled ass quicker than at that moment, not even bothering to say goodbye to his roommate before grabbing a jacket and sprinting out of the door.

he couldn't believe his behavior towards you. you had always been a top priority to him, and to now realize he had forgotten your birthday gutted him tremendously. but what got to him even more was the knowledge that you had probably been waiting all day for him, having agreed beforehand that he would make space for you on your special day even through his packed comeback schedule. the sole thought that you, the bestest person he had ever met, had sat alone waiting for him all day, made him feel like the worst boyfriend. so now he was quite literally running in order to get to you.

the dryness of your voice during that call should've been the first hint that something was wrong, but what really made the alarms go off in his head was your lack of response when he said 'i love you' to you. mingyu knew it was dumb to care so much about it, but he thrived off words of affirmation, so your lack of response made him immediately assume something was wrong. you had never not reciprocated his words of affection, much less hung up on him. the moment he expressed his concerns to wonwoo, he was reminded by his roommate that 'oh wait, isn't it their birthday this week?' suddenly his mind started spiraling, now remembering that he had forgotten his boyfriend duties on the most important day.

it didn't take him too long to get to your apartment. okay, he didn't actually run there, he was just being a tad bit dramatic. but dramatics were necessary in this situation, which is why the moment you begrudgingly opened the door after his incessant knocks, allowing him inside, he immediately dropped to his knees, looking up at you as he rambled apologies at you.

"baby, i'm so fucking sorry. god, i don't know how i forgot. i swear the day just slipped my mind. i had plans ready, i swear! i've just been so busy with the comeback- not that that's an excuse! you have every reason to be mad at me. it won't happen again, i promise, i-" mingyu wasn't sure when exactly he was going to stop listing off constant apologies to you. he wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying at this point, just repeating himself over and over again, letting it slip past him that you were now standing above him, holding in your amusement at the state of the pleading man before you.

"mingyu, please get up."

like an obedient boy, he got up, now towering over you as he usually did. he immediately held onto your hands, bringing them up to his chest as he continued his apologies.

"you have every right to be mad at me. i neglected you and forgot about you when i shouldn't have. i didn't even wanna come home to wonwoo tonight! i wanted to come to you! but we have a schedule early tomorrow morning, so it was just easier. but i'll cancel! i'll stay here with you! i wanna make it up to you-"

"mingyu, shut up!"

that was enough for him to slam his mouth shut immediately, looking at you as he waited for your next command words.

"mingyu, listen. i understand. i was hurt you forgot, but i understand you're really busy right now, okay? i'm not angry at you. you don't have to cancel your schedule either. i don't want to get in the way of-"

"i'll do it! you're my top priority, baby. you know that."

"i still don't want you to cancel, gyu. it's fine. i'm not angry. i appreciate your apology. just wanted to be with you today .. i'm sorry if i made you worry," you looked down, almost as if embarrassed by having felt hurt by his actions. this made mingyu melt with guilt.

"no, baby. fuck. how can i make this up to you? can i stay here tonight? hmm? i'll cook you dinner and wake you up with breakfast. i'll even cut my schedule short for tomorrow so i can be back home with you earlier. how's that sound?"

"sounds perfect mingyu, thank you," he took this as confirmation to finally hold you in his arms, swaying you back and forth as he hummed the birthday song lightly against your ear, causing you to giggle against him.

vernon -

everyone was aware that vernon could sometimes be a little too chill for his own good. he didn't make too big of a deal about most things, simply going with the flow and allowing things to evolve on their own. except that could not be done in this situation. right now, he needed to make a choice. give you your space, or run home to you, tail between his legs as he apologized for ever having forgotten about you. the last thing vernon would ever want was for you to not feel the immense amount of love he's always had for you. he knew he could be bad at showing it sometimes, but you were the absolute love of his life, which made him feel devastated over and over again as he kept rereading your texts.

'maybe you should stay at the dorms tonight. not really in the mood for you to spend the night. im sorry. love you.' that was what you had last sent to him exactly thirty-eight minutes ago. how could he just sit with that for the rest of the night? specially when all he wanted to do was be with you and hold you and kiss you and show you how incredibly obsessed with you he was. he was never good with dates, but he had always gotten any and all dates pertaining to you right thus far. he even had a gift for you he had purchased a few months back, but he had stupidly forgotten the day he had been preparing for was this week. this mistake was an outlier, truly, but it hurt you nonetheless, which was all vernon cared about at the moment. he couldn't believe you'd been having to hint at your birthday while your boyfriend remained clueless. you must've felt so dejected. he winced at the thought.

however, right now was not a time for lamentations. even if you kicked him out and told him to get fucked, vernon had to at least try to come home to you now. he quickly went over the situation with his members, explaining that he had been a total douchebag and neglected you. that earned him scoldings from all members present, calling him all types of names and demanding he head over to your apartment right this instant to beg for forgiveness and hope you wouldn't just send him right back.

so now he was on his way to you, despite you having instructed him to stay away. he wanted to respect your wishes, but he couldn't go to sleep tonight knowing your heart was still hurt because of him. he needed to at least see you and have you know that he was willing to try and mend things. vernon wasn't one for public displays, nor was he one for dramatics, but he was willing to pull all stops for you if it meant you'd forgive him. which was why he was currently running through the hybe hallways as he called up his driver to be ready to take him to your apartment as soon as he reached the parking lot.

he had had time to think over a game plan on the way over, except nothing came to mind. the two of you had never fought before. sure, there had been a few minuscule spats here and there, but he had never seen you angry at him before; he'd never given any reason to be until now. he didn't want to freak out over this, but knew how hurtful it must've been for you to feel so neglected by the person who's supposed to love you most, so he felt a pit in his stomach with the worry that maybe this would be enough for you to finally snap at his forgetful tendencies and end it. he didn't have much time to think about this, however, as he now stood in front of your apartment door, fearful of knocking on it.

the decision to open the door was made for him, as you incidentally opened it yourself, yelping at his apparition on the other side of it.

"vernon? what are you doing here?", you didn't seem angry. you seemed more confused at his presence. that was good.

"i- uh ... i'm sorry."

okay, kind of a bad start.

"vernon. i told you not to come over tonight. i'm sorry, i'm not really in the mood to see you right now," even though you didn't appear angry, your eyes wouldn't meet his, making him deflate a bit.

"are you mad at me? i'm so sorry. i didnt mean to forget, i swear," vernon knew there wasn't much he could say past that, but he wanted you to at least know he regretted his neglect.

"i'm not angry, vernon. i'm just a little ... sad. i tried to be subtle about it. i mean, i dont even care for my birthday that much, but i hoped my boyfriend would at least remember it."

"baby, god. i am so fucking sorry. i never meant to make you feel like i didn't care. it just slipped my mind. i know it's not a valid excuse, but i need you to know that it doesnt mean anything. i'm just a fucking idiot. i'm sorry."

he was rambling now. somehow you being hurt by him trumped the chance of you being mad.

"vernon, it's fine. i dont want you beating yourself up about it. i'll get over it. i just need space tonight. i was about to go meet with a friend before you got here," you seemed like you just wanted to get out of the situation, clearly feeling awkward at even expressing your disappointment at him. it made vernon feel like even more of an asshole.

"no! be mad! you shouldn't get over it. i should be making it up to you. stay. please. i'll do anything you want. i'll take tomorrow off. we can do something together. anything you want. i have a gift for you and everything! i got it while in japan, the date just slipped my mind, i swear. please stay. i don't want to leave you alone if i made you sad. please."

"vernon ..."

"please. i don't want to force you. if you want to leave, i'll accept it, but let me make it up to you. i dont want you to feel like i dont care. i do. i know i dont express it much, that's on me. i'll make it known. i'll show you. i don't want to hurt you again, i-"

he was unable to finish his sentence, now stumbling back due to a sudden weight against him. you, with your arms now wrapped around him as your face nuzzled his neck. he instinctively wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you in as he lowered his head to breathe you in, humming as he felt the relief of having you in his hold.

you pulled away too quickly for his liking, eyes slightly glossy but not enough to consider it worrisome, "i forgive you. i'm sorry, i didn't mean to exaggerate. i did feel neglected, but-"

"but nothing. don't apologize, please. this won't happen again, okay? i love you."

"i love you too," you smiled at him before pausing, "i .. do you wanna come in?", you seemed a bit sheepish, probably feeling awkward at hearing vernon ramble apologies at you for the past five minutes, showing way more emotion than he usually did.

"come in? oh, you're not leaving? wait, don't answer that. yes," he held onto your hand before you could say anything, pulling you in for a quick kiss before leading you into your apartment, all under the promise to make up for his previous carelessness and never make you doubt his affections for you ever again.

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lovebugism · 7 months

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AH HI!! so... i love the way you write ditzy!reader, and especially with steve idk it just warms my heart yk? The way they interact 😭 it's so lovely

Since I'm an angsty girly at heart, I thought about a situation where steve gets a teeny tiny bit frustrated with ditzy!reader, but it's just seconds, even less than that but it's enough to make her upset for making him upset but also a super fluffy moment between both of them and steve being mesmerized by her and just so much in love

ahh thank u lovie! pls enjoy!! — steve gets frustrated with his sensitive gf and makes up with her accordingly (hurt/comfort, established relationship, 2.7k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

You keep Steve company during the last half of his shift like you always do.

He’s grumpier than usual, though — all pouty and visibly brooding.

You plop yourself on the front counter of Family Video and ask him what’s wrong, and he tells you that the day’s been hell and he’s just tired. There is no “but I feel better now” like there usually is when he’s upset but doesn’t want you to think it’s your fault.

The “because you’re here” is typically implied.

Not so much now.

You’re having the complete opposite day of your sulking boyfriend. Yours had been dreadfully boring, or at least you say it had been, but you find a million different things to tell him. You’re too excited after having spent so many hours without him, like a dog with a wagging tail. You’ve got the zoomies of the mouth, if you could even call it that.

“—And then I saw the cutest dog on the way over here. His name was Cappy, and he was huge, and the owner was so nice. He even let me pet him, and he literally felt like a cloud— the dog, not the owner.”

Steve is used to this. The whole rambling about nothing thing. He loves it about you, actually. It took him ages to coax you out of that shell after your asshole ex told you that you talked too much, convinced you that no one cared about what you had to say.

You’re more comfortable now, and Steve loves that you are, but right now he just can’t concentrate.

Keith’s been on his ass about inventory all day, and he just learned how to do it on the old, bulky computer this morning — but only after Robin made him an hour late to his shift. Everything’s just too much now. He’s overwhelmed to the point of spontaneous combustion.

For the first time ever, you’re not helping.

“—And, like, I know when we move into our apartment, we’re technically not allowed to have pets, but like… What about a fish? Or a turtle?” you wonder aloud but don’t stop to let him answer. Sitting on the edge of the counter, you kick your feet and flit your eyes to the spotted ceiling. “What if I start feeding the deer in the woods, and they just start showing up at our backdoor? ‘Cause technically—”

“Babe, please,” Steve snaps suddenly when your sneaker knocks his chair. He’s buzzing with anger, and even though it’s not because of you, he doesn’t know where else to put it.

Your eyes go wide at the newfound bite in his tone. He’s not shouting at you, but it makes your heart stop like he is. You feel like a kid again, getting scolded for being “too much.”

“…What?” you squeak.

Steve sighs. A deep, heavy sigh. It doesn’t remove the leaden weight from his chest, though.

“I’m… I’m really trying to concentrate here, and you’re just— you’re making it really hard,” he tells you through gritted teeth, trying hard to keep his composure.

You deflate like a popped balloon. “Oh…”

He can hear the waver in your tone, the way your voice sounds wet with unshed tears. But he’s too overwhelmed — internally raging and selfish with it. His sweltering temper makes his woe feel more important than yours.

“Yeah, so… Can you just— go bother someone else for, like, five minutes?” he asks, fists clenched on either side of the clunky keyboard, his gaze concentrated on the pixelated screen. “Robin’s probably sulking in a corner somewhere. Go find her.”

Your face crumbles like a balled-up piece of paper. Your chest gets all tight, and your eyes start to burn when tears gather behind them.

You’d always been a flower of melodrama — blooming eternally and constantly sensitive. So when Steve cut you off as you fantasized about a family of deer living in the backyard of an apartment you were supposed to share together, it felt like a knife in your chest.

The irrational thought that he no longer wanted any of that with you was fleeting and vivid and burning. Irrational, still.

But now you’re annoying him. He’s told you as much, with an unusual harshness he’s never spat at you before. And now your fears feel much more real.

“I’m bothering you?” you ask him, barely intelligible through the whimper in your throat.

Steve huffs again. His elbows thunk against the desk when he puts his head in his palms, swiping his fingers through his hair like he always does when he’s antsy.

“I just really need to get this done,” he tells you, softer now. He makes himself mad all over again, though, and gets sharper once more. “I need to finish this before I get fired, and then we have no apartment to move into because we have no money, alright?”

There it is. The root of all his anger. A lingering feeling of inadequacy.

He wants a life with you, but all he’s got is a measly Family Video salary — which he’s lucky to have apparently, because he can’t seem to do anything right. It stirs like a fire in the pit of his stomach.

After another deep breath, he finally turns to look up at you. His honey eyes are wet and stern. The chiseled edges of his features are sharp. Gently, he pleads. “I really need to work here, babe.”

You nod, understanding and internally weeping. “Okay. I’m— I’m sorry, I was just— I’ve been missing you all day, and I got too excited, I think,” you confess, wringing your clammy hands in your lap like a scolded child.

“Don’t apologize,” Steve says with a huff, leaning back against the squeaking swivel chair. It’s old and has lost all its cushion. His stiff back aches all the more. There’s no relief, to any of it.

He sits back up again and puts his unsure hands back on the keyboard. “Just— Just go, okay? Let me finish this.”

He leaves little room for argument.

You wouldn’t, though, even if you wanted to. Which you do. You’re just not strong enough.

—————

Steve tells you to go, but you end up in the kiddie corner across the store.

Mr. Rogers puts on a bright red cardigan and sings a tune that makes you feel like crying. You sit on the color-blocked carpet, surrounded by block toys, and clutch a stuffed bunny to your chest. You can’t tell if the vintage VHS is making the screen blurry or if it’s the tears gathering heavy at your waterline.

Robin walks by you, does a double-take, and immediately reports to Steve.

“What did you do?” she interrogates with narrowed eyes, strolling up to the counter with a cart full of tapes to put away.

The hearty tap, tap, taping of the keyboard fills the silence.

Steve doesn’t look at her until he’s finished up the last of his work. Only when it’s fully and finally complete does his hardened gaze dart to her. “What are you talking about?”

“Your girlfriend. She’s upset.”

“What do you mean she’s upset?”

Robin rolls her eyes at his obliviousness. “I don’t know. She’s singing the Mister Roger’s theme song and, like, crying. It’s weird.”

Steve’s brows pinch. His heart does, too. “Crying?”

“Well— not crying, exactly. It’s this really weird blubbering thing.” She fails to explain it so she tries to imitate it. A sobbing, sniffling sort of noise. She fails at that, too. Her scrunched face goes back to normal. “Like that.”

Deadpanned, Steve nods. “Wow, Robin. That was really helpful. Thank you.”

“Just go comfort your girlfriend, dingus.”

Steve still thinks she’s joking. Robin doesn’t lie, but she does have a tendency to overemphasize the mundane.

He goes to see you anyway, though, and doesn’t think twice about any of it — about what Robin said or what he had said to you before that.

He finds you in the kid’s section, in front of the tiny television, surrounded by brightly colored toys. He smiles at the sight of you, exhaling a sharp laugh through his nose.

“What are you doing all the way over here, huh?” he questions to announce his arrival, which you seemingly hadn’t noticed. “This area is usually for kids, ya know? Well, kids and Dustin Henderson.”

He doesn’t sound as annoyed with you anymore. You’re grateful for that much, but you still feel a bit sick about the whole thing.

Your nervous hands pick the cotton of the fuzzy bunny in your arms. You keep your gaze on the television in front of you, but you aren’t really watching it anymore. “I used to watch this stuff a lot growing up. The nostalgia sorta makes me wanna puke. But, like, in a good way.”

Steve scoffs. “Well, maybe we should turn it off then, ‘cause if I have to clean up vomit after the day I’ve had, I might actually go insane.”

He’s kidding. Mostly. The universe tends to be cruel like that, but he’d clean up all your messes a thousand times over if he had to.

He laughs at his own joke as he crouches to sit down next to you. He bends his knees, props his arms on top of them, and looks over at you. You don’t crack a smile for him, which is weird because you always laugh at his jokes. Even the ones that aren’t funny. Especially the ones that aren’t funny.

His smile ebbs to a wavering half-smirk as he knocks his shoulder with yours. “You okay?”

You think for a moment, jutting your lips out, unblinking at the television screen. “No,” you answer after a few seconds of silence. “But I’ll get over it. I think.”

Your honesty makes his heart wrench — like you’ve wrapped both your tiny hands around the beating organ and squeezed. It knocks the breath out of his lungs, a fish so ruthlessly pulled from the water. He tries to speak through the sudden lack of air. “Wh—What happened? Was it… Did I do something? Did you—”

“No,” you cut off his stammering with a firm shake of your head. “I did something.”

“Oh,” is all he says, pink lips pouting and wide eyes darting. “What does… What does that mean? Did you, like, step on a rogue VHS or something? ‘Cause I do that all the time, and technically, that’s Rob’s fault for leaving them out, so—”

You shake your head again, digging your nails into the delicate cotton of the well-loved stuffy in your arms. “No. I was just— I was botheringyou, and now I feel bad,” you confess, all quiet like a meek child who’s learning what it means to be sorry.

Steve — your oh, so oblivious one — goes aflame with embarrassment. He’d been too clouded by his own anger to recognize the venom spilling from his mouth; to understand that it would inevitably hurt you.

With chiseled features twisted in confusion, he shakes his head and stammers. “What? No! You weren’t— You weren’t bothering me!”

You turn to look at him, for the first time since he sat down beside you. Your eyes are glassy and swimming with hurt. You try to keep your trembling features stoic. You don’t want to seem as hurt by it all as you really are.

You feel like you should, anyway. What right do you have to be sad when you were the one being a bother?

“You said I was,” you remind him, still soft but sterner now. “You told me to go bother someone else—”

“Oh, babe…” Steve says, deflating just as you had.

He knows how sensitive you are, how deeply you feel things. You’re vulnerable, raw — it makes everything feel more personal than it really is. It makes grumpy jabs from your dumbass boyfriend hurt like a lemon on a weeping wound.

He tries to apologize, knowing that he hurt you and that it’s not up to him to decide that he didn’t.

“I wasn’t… I didn’t mean to, babe,” he murmurs, swiping a tense hand through his hair and then gesticulating wildly with it. “I was just being a dick, you know? I’ve been super stressed all day and—”

“Don’t apologize. I was being annoying.”

Steve blinks at you with wide, wet eyes — like you’ve hurt him by talking so cruelly about yourself.

“Baby, no. No,” he urges, ducking down to meet your gaze when you look away from him. “I’m just an idiot, okay? I put off inventory until the last second, and Keith’s been on my ass all day about it, and I just— I took that out on you, and that’s not fair, and I’m sorry.”

You shake your head, pursing your bitten lips to the side and twisting the long ear of the bunny between your fingers. “It’s not your fault, Steve…” you murmur, almost inaudibly.

He scoffs. It sounds like a bitter laugh. “Well, actually, it kinda is.”

“I just… I don’t really understand what’s going on sometimes. Or, like, a lot of the time,” you admit with a distracted gaze, eyes flitting everywhere but to the boy beside you. You’re too ashamed to look at him now. “And it’s harder for me to know when I’m talking too much, you know? Or if I’m being super annoying.”

“I know…” Steve nods, trying his best to be sympathetic of you. He loves how soft you are — too much to understand you completely. He loves how gently you treat the rest of the world, how unusually giddy you get in your gentleness.

You swallow through a tightening throat and shrug to pretend your world doesn’t feel like it’s crumbling around you. “And I don’t care about annoying other people— well, I do, but it’s different with you, you know? Other people can’t break up with me for being too much.”

“The idiot that told you you were too much had exactly zero personality,” Steve tells you, mostly because he means it but also to see you smile.

You do, just barely. A grin so soft only someone deathly in love with you could see.

“You’re never annoying me, okay? Ever. I love hearing you talk. I love having you around.”

“Yeah?” you ask him, blinking back burning tears.

“Hell yeah! You’re, like, the best part of my day! The only good part of my day, now that I think about it.”

Biting back a grin, you tease, “Well, what about Robin?”

“Robin made me late today, so we’re kinda not friends right now.”

“That’s mean,” you scold despite the growing smile on your face.

Steve shrugs. “We’ll make up before I clock out. No big deal.”

You go suddenly shy, smiling sheepish and tilting your chin to your chest to peek at him through your lashes. “Are we gonna make up before you clock out?” you wonder quietly.

“Only if you’re willing to forgive me for being an insufferable douchebag,” Steve answers, only half-joking. He very seldomly feels worthy of your softness.

You look at him with it, anyway.

Full on beaming now, you reach across the short distance to wrap him in a firm embrace. The position is only slightly awkward. Sitting side by side with your asses on the hard carpet, your arms wound tightly around his neck — a bit like a snake smothering its prey.

Steve feels grateful to be held so ardently.

His nose smushes into your neck. The sweet scent of your perfume entwines with the warm scent of your sweater. He smiles into your shoulder when it makes you giggle. You pull back from him then, just to steal a quick peck a moment later. Your lips smack audibly against his grin.

“Can we make out before you clock out?” you lilt with a shy smirk.

“…That is the single best idea I’ve heard all day.”

Your giggle fills the empty store when Steve rises suddenly and pulls you with him. He leads you toward the back, tugging you by the hand down the short corridor and rambling all the way. “Keith left for the day, so his office is empty, which means it’s fair game—”

“I am not making out with you in Keith’s office!”

“But his desk chair is crazy comfortable, and also, he’s a dick, so… who cares?”

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ctrlchar · 3 months

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Could you do jake’s reaction to you getting nipple piercing please? x (can be whatever you want <3)

jakexgf getting nipples pierced

a/n:thank you for the request! I decided to add a little smut at the end as well 🤭

jake had been out and about with his friends leaving you in the house to your own devices. that being said an idea popped up into your head.

you’d always wanted to get your nipples pierced,knowing how good jake looked with his. that being said you text jake asking him when he’ll be home to which he replied

jakey<3:i should be getting back within the next hour or so what’s up?

you:oh nothing just wondering😊

jakey<3:right….🤨

jakey<3:i’ll see u when i get home babe

after your exchange you go into your closet finding a tight fitting shirt that shows your nipples poking through the thin fabric.

you change into some of jake’s sweatpants before you get into your car and drive to the nearest piercing shop.

you drive about five minutes until you reach your destination. you get out the car grabbing your purse before entering the shop

you walked up the the piercer at the front desk telling her you wanted to get both of your nipples pierced.

after you had paid you laid down on the table as she stuck the needle through your perky nipple and then through the other.

the pain wasn’t as bad as you had expected,the piercer then put on a silver barbell before getting up and walking towards the front desk where you paid and tipped her.

you grabbed your belongings before heading out to your car to show jake your freshly pierced nipples

hoping he wasn’t around his friends,you sent him a photo of you in your almost skin tight shirt,two barbells seen through the material

you could almost hear the shock through the screen as jake texts you back in an instant

you: *one attachment*

jakey<3:are you shitting me rn

jakey<3:did a guy do it?

jakey<3:i’ll beat his ass

jakey<3:send me another one

you:no baby it was a girl

you: same one i’ve went to for all my piercings

you:and give me one minute i’ll send you another

you laugh at his reaction through the screen,his attitude going from pissed to wanting you to send him another photo

you pull out of the parking lot and into an empty one. you carefully pull up your shirt,trying to not irritate the fresh piercing

you take a photo of your bare breasts and send them to jake

seconds later your phone buzzes and it shows jake calling you.

you quickly pick up the phone and put him on speaker before setting the phone down on the dash

you can hear other cars in the background therefore assuming he’s already in his car headed back home

“i’m so hard right now” he says making you giggle at his bluntness

“are you headed home?” you question as you fix your shirt back over your tits. judging by the acceleration of the gas you tell him “that’s not you’re car is it? you sound like one of those assholes who rev their engine up all the time ” you joke eliciting a chuckle from jake

“what can i say babe,it’s not my fault your tits look that good over the phone,can’t even imagine now good they’ll look in person” he says his hand on the wheel the other attempting to fix the tent in his jeans by adjusting his pants

you pull out the empty driveway deciding to head home yourself so you don’t make jake wait too long “yeah well remember you cant touch them yet we have to wait for them to heal” to which he groans “i know i know, I get it…i can still fuck em’ though right?” he pleas as he turns onto his street

“hmm” you say pretending to think as you drive “i’ll consider it”

jake lets out a fake sigh before informing you he’s almost home,with you doing the same. you tell him bye and that you’ll see him in a minute.

you pull into the driveway,your car right behind his. you park the car grabbing your stuff before heading into the house to be greeted by jake sitting on the couch the large erection still in his pants despite him trying to hide it

he shoots up from the couch,begging you like a child “lemme see lemme see” he begs staring at the metal through the fabric

“geez jake nice to see you too” you say lifting up your shirt “yeah yeah yeah” he mumbles completely enthralled with your breasts. he begins to grope them avoiding your nipple not wanting to cause you any discomfort

“fuck” he mumbles under his breath “these are gonna be the hardest couple months of my life”

“can i fuck em’ please” he begs his voice needier then before.

“fine” you say “can we at least get to the bed first?” to which he nods eagerly,grabbing your hand and guiding you to your bedroom.

he laid you on the bed as he quickly made use of his hands by taking off his jeans,leaving him in his shirt and boxers. he got onto your lap before taking his hard cock out of his boxers.

you held your tits closer together as he slid right in between them. you made sure you could see the piercing in between your fingers. which was evident to jake as he kept alternating his eyes from the piercing to you back to the piercing

“your so hot mama” he moans out as he fucks in between your tits. he places on of his hands on the back of your head for support as he continues his movements

you see the tip of his cock disappearing between them with each thrust of his hips,especially now,his thrusts getting sloppier as he feels close

“gonna cum” he groans out as he begins to slightly grip your hair eliciting a soft moan from you. you could practically feel his cock twitching from between your tits

and just like that he came,all over your chest right above your tits,some of it going in between them as he fucked himself through his orgasm which was the absolute hottest thing to him.

he then pulled himself up and back into his boxers. he gathered up some of his cum onto his finger before putting it up to your mouth to which you open. you begin to lick a stripe up his fingers,slowly sucking on them in the process.

he slides off your sweatpants,which were actually his, and with his free hand he takes his other out of your mouth and slowly slides it into you

“gonna make you feel good now okay baby?”

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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Can i request something angst but fluffy in the end?

Like Reader finding Daryl’s note for Leah in the cabin? Huge fight, silent treatment and probably sleep on the couch with Dog for week!

I mean comm’on “I belong with u, find me” UHH WTF, I’ll go crazy angry if I read that!

I GENUINELY LOVE THIS REQUEST. OKAY BYE- WRITING IT.

It's as if he can't find any words to explain the weight behind the words scribbled out on the paper in front of me, my eyes scanning the scribbles over and over again as my backpack hits the floor with an abrupt thunk.

He looks speechless, jaw dropped, eyes wider than normal and there's a sad look in his gaze as he looks between the note and I. I'm calmer than he thinks though, my breathing steady as I seethe silently, my mind wracking through what this could possibly mean.

"Who is she?" I ask, my voice trembling a bit as angry, hot tears fill my eyes, threatening to pour over at the slightest movement. I set the note down beside me on the table, sniffling loudly as I take a look around the cabin- or should I say, love nest.

"No one." He responds cooly with a simple shrug of his shoulders but it just makes me more angry, a loud scoff echoing in the room around us. Everything feels cold; my mind, my words, my hands that shake at my sides. He's so far away from me though just feet away, close enough to touch if I reached out.

"Obviously fucking not." I grit, jaw tense as I take as deep of a breath as I can, looking away from him, disgusted at the assumptions my mind is making from his silence. He looks guilty, his own eyes avoiding mine as his feet shuffle beneath him, an obedient dog not too far away from where he stands, looking up at him, a sense of loyalty in his eyes that Daryl doesn't seem to share.

A few moments go by, tense and a bit awkward as I try to put the pieces together as to how a man I loved so much, trusted so much, allowed himself to get sucked into something else, with another woman that wasn't me.

"You're not gonna believe anythin' I say. So why fight." He mutters, folding his arms over his chest and my brows skyrocket in offense.

"Why fight- Daryl, what the fuck is wrong with you?" My words are like venom shooting at him, my feet carrying me one step closer to him as his face falls in realization. "Fight for me, you asshole."

"That's not what I meant-"

"That's what you fucking said." My whole body is trembling, from the cold that runs through my veins and the anxiety that swarms around me, making my head spin like an uneven top. "I can go- especially if you're gonna go chase after some red neck mistress, by all means-"

"Would you fuckin' stop for a minute." He finally snaps, shaking his head as his shoulders tense, eyes flashing in something resembling impatience and frustration. Why on earth is he the one who's angry right now?

"You know damn well you don't deserve five more seconds with me standing here, giving you a chance to spew some bullshit about her not meaning anything." His brows furrow, arms falling to his side as he takes a hesitant step towards me, biting at his lip as he thinks of what to say.

"I didn't think you were coming back." His argument is weak but there's a part of my heart that understands where he's coming from. The last time that him and I saw each other, we were having a similar fight as we are now. When I left, I didn't plan on returning until I stumbled across Michonne in the woods. She told me that Daryl was hidden away somewhere, grieving after losing Rick and I knew that I needed to go to him. To comfort him.

I never would've expected to come back to this.

"So you replaced me?" I ask, my anger fading and sadness now consuming me as my heart drops in my chest, the tears in my eyes finally spilling out over onto my cheeks. Daryl's face cracks at the sight of my tears, his strong, tough demeanor crumbling by the seconds.

"No, 'course not." He takes one final step towards me, the tips of his boots hitting mine as he looks down at me, lips parting in a quiet explanation. "I found her damn dog, she came along after."

"Why'd you write that?" I ask, referring back to the note and he huffs with a simple head shake.

"I don't know- she found me after you left, was a fucking mess." His words are vague but I understand what he's trying to say. He latched onto someone else quickly after thinking he lost me, needing comfort and solitude in someone. "Now she left too." He mutters, eyes flickering down to the floor.

"She worth it?" I ask, knowing the answer just by the look in his eyes. He reaches out towards me, taking my hands timidly in his with a shake of his head.

"Worth losing you?" He asks, scoffing as my head bobs in confirmation, a tired look taking over his expression at the thought of me worrying that he could find someone better than me. "Nothing's worth that."

"You mean that or are you saying it?"

"I mean it." He promises, swallowing deeply before choking out through his hoarse throat. "On Rick's life, I mean it."

I look up at him, eyes analyzing his every glance, wanting nothing more than to dive into his brain and figure out exactly what happened, what I did wrong or what happened with us that lead us to this situation.

We used to be inseparable, attached at the hip practically. Rick used to joke that we were better partners in crime than him and Michonne were, always on top of things (and each other) and we were always just so in sync. Now it feels like we couldn't be farther apart from each other, especially emotionally.

But I'm not about to let him slip away from me without a fight.

"You're sleeping out here." I offer, watching a shocked look pass through his eyes as he pauses, his lips parting as a smile 'okay' slips from his lips. "The dog too." I allow myself to chuckle, slipping my hands out of his and taking a tentative step back from him, finally breathing my own air.

"That's fair." He nods, turning to look down at the shepherd with a smile, the dogs head tilting at Daryl with a sideways look. "I gotta earn my keep form now on?" He asks with a scoff and I nod, folding my arms over my chest.

"You know it."

"That's fair too." He smiles sadly, reaching up to itch at the back of his neck boyishly, his shoulders relaxing a bit in relief as he lets out a sad sigh. "'m sorry." I can tell he means it just by the fact that he rarely ever takes responsibility and he rarely every apologizes, but I can also tell by the bittersweet smile on his lips.

"You better be."

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ayyy-pee · 2 years

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Chapter 4 - Bedpost

Discord 18+ - Twitter - Kofi

Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader

Summary: You and Suguru try to resist ripping each other's heads off.

Genre:**College AU**

Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Toxic Behavior, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Virgin Reader, Yandere Suguru, Emotional Cheating

Suguru Art by: Ilameys

You were trying to focus on your French lecture. You really were, but your mind couldn’t stop thinking about what you were going to wear tonight on your date with Satoru. You were only going to be having dinner at his (and the monkey’s) place but you still wanted to impress him. Should you wear a dress? Maybe something more casual? What did Satoru like? For once, you wished you could ask that idiot what his friend was into so you could make sure you made a good impression. Knowing that asshole, he probably would’ve told you the wrong thing and had you dressed like a pirate standing outside of his apartment later. The thought made you chuckle quietly to yourself.

You scribbled down your lecture notes as the professor continued. You jumped slightly when you felt your phone vibrate in your lap. You smiled, already knowing who it was before you opened your messages.

Satoru: cant wait to see u tonight :)

Satoru: what do u wanna eat?

Satoru: actually dont answer that. i wanna surprise u

Satoru: wait actually ur not allergic to anything right?

Your smile spread into a beaming grin. It wasn’t like you knew Satoru well at all, but even you could tell he was nervous. The rapid texts coming in one after the other was a dead giveaway. It was cute though. You shook your head, quickly replying under your desk.

You: lol breatheee Satoru. im not picky and no allergies

You: cant wait to see u too

You supposed you didn’t need Suguru to find out what to wear tonight. You could just ask Satoru directly. Right? That was fine? Fuck it. You were doing it.

You: weird question. what should i wear?

You watched the three little dots blink at the bottom of the screen for what felt like forever. You shouldn’t have asked. You really shouldn’t have asked. What kind of question was that anyway? You couldn’t pick something to wear? Were you really so desperate for his approval that you needed him to dictate what you wore? You hadn’t seriously dated anyone before, so you weren’t really sure how to do this. School was pretty much your boyfriend. You never made time for this kind of thing. You were pulled from your thoughts when your phone vibrated again.

Satoru: sorry i wanted to make a creepy joke so bad but i didnt want u to get the wrong impression. Wear whatever u want, love. im sure ur gonna look great no matter what <3

He was so sweet. You wondered how he could be friends with someone like Suguru who spent most of his time being a miserable ass to everyone around him. Seriously, any time you thought about trying to make peace with the guy, he said or did something to piss you off. You hoped he wouldn’t be at home tonight. You didn’t want him to ruin this for you. You typed back to Satoru quickly.

You: will your roommate be home?

He replied quickly this time.

Satoru: lol u kno u can just call him suguru

You: no thx.

Satoru: i dont get u guys but no its just me and u at the apt tonight. that ok?

You frowned, your stomach dropping as you read Satoru’s text. What was that? Sadness? Five seconds ago, you were praying he wouldn’t be anywhere near the apartment so you could be alone with Satoru. This was actually more than you could ask for. And yet, you couldn’t ignore the nagging disappointment you were feeling. You shot back a quick text to Satoru.

You: perfect :) see you tonight

You sighed, resuming your note taking. This was going to be a good night. You would make sure it was a good night. Suguru could not ruin this night for you. Satoru was going to treat you to dinner and you would not even see a glimpse of Suguru. That was a good thing, right?

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Once your classes were over for the day, you moved across the courtyard to head back to your apartment. It was the packed with students lounging in the grass. There were picnic tables scattered around where students were eating, mingling, studying. The beautiful spring weather made this place the perfect hangout spot. You wandered through the students laying in the grass, mentally arranging outfits in your closet when you heard your name being called. You glanced around, eyes landing on Utahime sitting at one of the picnic tables, waving you over. Next to her sat king of the apes himself, staring boredly off to the side with his elbow propped up on the table, head in his hand.

“Y/n, come here! I wanna talk to you before your date!” She howled across the courtyard. And it could have just been your imagination, but you could have sworn that even from the other side of the courtyard, you could see Suguru’s jaw tick hard.

You took your time making your way over there, careful not to step on any of the many people splayed out on the ground soaking up the sun. You kept your eyes locked on Utahime and Suguru as they chatted idly to each other. Suguru must have said something particularly hilarious because Utahime threw her head back to laugh, grabbing his arm to steady herself. Your stomach flipped. Why? You had no idea, but you found yourself moving just a little bit faster, your foot clipping a student in the side with a loud “ouch!” coming from below.

“I’m sorry!” you yelled back, hurrying over to the table. You threw your bag down on the bench and took a seat across from them, Utahime coming down from her giggle fit.

“What’s so funny?” You tried to ask casually, like your blood wasn’t boiling for whatever reason.

“Oh, nothing…” Utahime sighed happily. Your eyes were glued to her hand still on Suguru’s bicep as it slid down his arm slowly and landed on the table. “So?!” She started and you quickly averted your gaze, hoping she hadn’t seen you staring. Suguru on the other hand, had assumed his previous position of staring off to the side, not bothering to acknowledge you.

“So, what?”

“Don’t act stupid!” Utahime scolded. Suguru snorted at this.

“I don’t think she’s acting.” He muttered, still turned away from you and Utahime. You ignored him.

“Sugu, don’t be mean.” She chided and the familiar use of his nickname made you ball your hands into fists under the table. “I’m talking about your date with Satoru! Are you excited?”

Should you be talking about this in front of Suguru? Wait, why did you fucking care?

“Yes. We were texting about it earlier and he’s so sweet, Hime. He wants to surprise me with dinner and he’s cooking. He sounds just as excited as me from what he was texting me. This is so embarrassing, though. I asked him what I should wear.” In your peripheral, you saw Suguru shift slightly but he remained turned away from you.

Utahime giggled. “What did he tell you? A typical Satoru answer? Something sexy, short, preferably easy to take off?”

You blinked. Is that what he usually tells girls?

“Ah, no. He told me…one sec-” you pulled your phone out and read the text from Satoru back to Utahime…and Suguru since he wasn’t going anywhere apparently. “-and I quote: sorry, I wanted to make a creepy joke so bad but I didn’t want you to get the wrong impression. Wear whatever you want, love. I’m sure you’re gonna look great no matter what…And then he put a little heart emoji.”

Now Utahime blinked, her brown eyes wide and eyebrows lifting. “Wow…that sounds very unlike Satoru actually.” Again, you noticed Suguru shift next to Utahime. Whatever he was looking at must have been the most interesting thing in the world because his eyes were locked onto it.

Utahime leaned forward on the table. “Wear that little sage green dress in your closet. The silk one with the slit up your thigh!”

“Ooh, I forgot about that one. I’ll wear it!” You agreed.

“Yes! And it’s loose enough on the thighs for easy access for Satoru.” Your cheeks heated up immediately. Utahime lowered her voice an octave, a devilish grin flashing across her features. “Do you think you’ll fuck Satoru tonight?”

The hair on the back of your neck stood straight up as you felt the lighthearted atmosphere instantly shift into something much, much heavier. Your eyes slid over from Utahime’s to Suguru beside her who had suddenly pivoted his body to face you, his eyes glued to yours. Those deep brown eyes bore into yours so intensely, you had to look away.

“Stop staring, monkey. I don’t have any bananas with me.” You had to bring some type of normalcy back. Suguru knew little to nothing about you or your personal life – his only knowledge pertaining to your academics – yet here you sat with your roommate gushing about his best friend and the…intimate plans of the night ahead of you. You didn’t need him making it more awkward than it already was.

Suguru continued his staring, putting his head back in his palm as his lips curled into a wicked smirk.

“Oh, I’m just interested to hear if you’re going to fuck Satoru tonight or not.” You look at him again.

“Why is that any of your business?”

“Just curious. For someone who prides themselves on being so smart, you’re actually really fucking stupid if you fuck Satoru. But, you’re right. It actually isn’t my business.”

“And yet, here you are…making it your business. Say what the fuck is on your mind.” He doesn’t say anything, just sits there with the same intense stare, peering into your soul. “Speak, monkey.” You gritted out.

“I mean, it’s your choice. If you want to be another notch in Satoru’s bedpost, that’s up to you. I’m just saying, if let your pretty boy distract you you’ll be falling behind in your classes and debate team. Actually, this might work out for me if you and pretty boy do hook up.” He shrugs, sticking his tongue out at you through a cruel smile that doesn’t reach anywhere near his eyes.

“Pretty boy? I didn’t know you looked at Satoru that way, Suguru.” You match his cruel smile with your own, loving the way he tenses up at you addressing him by name for the first time since you’ve known each other. “Worried his good looks overshadow you and your chimp face?”

Suguru’s brows furrowed and he sat up straight. “Monkey this, monkey that. I’m getting so fucking bored with that one.”

“And I’m getting so fucking bored of your unwarranted opinions on what I’m doing.”

“And just like all of his other whores, you’re a one night stand away from Satoru being fucking bored of you in a couple of hours.”

You opened your mouth to reply only to be interrupted by Utahime’s nervous chuckle breaking through the tension. “Haha…You guys…maybe bring it down a little? You’re kind of yelling…” She glances around nervously and you follow suit, seeing quite a few eyes on you. You realize then that you’re breathing heavily, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your heart pounding in your ears. Suguru looks to be about in the same condition as you as he takes in your surroundings.

Snatching your bag from the seat, you stood abruptly, glaring hard down at Suguru. He glared right back. You would never be able to have a decent conversation with this monster. No matter what you did, no matter where you went, he would be there to shit on your mood and you were sick of it.

“I think you’re underestimating the chemistry between me and Satoru and I can’t wait to prove it to you. This date will go great whether I fuck him or not, but I think maybe I will.” You said quietly. You didn’t miss the way Suguru’s jaw clenched at this. “I will see him tonight regardless of your warnings and I will invade every corner of your space in that apartment just to watch you fucking squirm with irritation. I will continue to best you in every class we have together and then I will go home --” you dragged out the word ‘home’ and grinned when Suguru’s nostrils flared. “—to Satoru’s open arms while you cry in your room and waste away into nothing but mediocrity.”

Through gritted teeth, Suguru slowly speaks. “If you think you’ll be anything more to Satoru than a pair of legs to slide between, then you really are a fucking moron.”

You recoiled at the insult. While Suguru had called you many names, you did not fail to notice he called everyone else he deemed unworthy a moron - except you. And for some reason, this hurt.

“Fuck you.” You breathed shakily, your voice coming out just barely above a whisper.

“Think I’ll leave that job to Satoru.” He replied without missing a beat.

You stood there, scowling down at him. Your mind was racing so fast you couldn’t think of a response to that. He was going to have the last word and right now, you really didn’t care. The anger was overtaking you and you could feel your eyes beginning to burn as tears tried to escape. You said nothing, instead you turned on your heel and stormed off to your apartment to get ready for what you would make sure was an incredible date in spite of Suguru fucking Geto.

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pierregazly · 8 months

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please, i’m begging you, give tolerate it a happy ending! I loved your writing so much, but i need a redemption arc for lewis.

As far as the song you could use, i thought of two, maybe? Like exile “and it took you five whole minutes to pack us up and leave me with it // i can see you staring honey, like he’s just your understudy, like you’d get you knuckles bloody for me..”

so they’ve broken up but meet each other during a night out or something and she’s trying to move on flirting with someone else, the moment he sees them he feels jealous and realizes how much he misses her and still wants her, and that he was a complete asshole for taking her love for granted.

and the other is how you get the girl “stand there like a ghost shaking from the rain, she’ll open up the door and say are you insane?, say it’s been a long six months and you were too afraid to tell her what you want.. // tell her how you must have lost your mind, when you left her all alone and never told her why.” He gets her back by going after her and apologizing, begging for a second chance.

i am fortunately a sucker for a happy ending so lewis and y/n will for sure get their happy ending eventually (also pls thank u so much ily)

AH both of those song choices are such good ideas??? i could totally see lewis fitting well with a 'how you get the girl' arc and now i have ideas and too much time to write lmao

#exile is also such a good idea #like lewis slowly realizing he fucked up and it coming to a halt when he sees y/n in a bar #ahhhhh #so many ideas #asks

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friskibitz · 1 year

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7 Asriel

hmmm i'm trying something different with this one. it's set in my very own version of outertale i've been cooking up... i might not talk about all of the details right now, but if this fic prompts any questions about it, feel free to ask!

7 is City!

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He has to admit, it's pretty nice out here.

People always talked about it on the astrobuses, and it got annoying. Ohhh, visit The Jewels, it's so fun, it's lame, it's a tourist trap, it has so much to do, everyone goes there, wah wah wahhh.

But hey, he figured it was about time he talked to people again. He usually stayed away from others - hell, on the last few planets he visited, he went straight for the mountains each time - but maybe it'd be healthy to have some interaction.

Besides, Chara had been bugging him about it.

So yeah, "The Jewels", as people call it, wasn't actually a bad place. Okay sure, it feels a bit gimmicky, and it sure as hell is crowded with shoppers, but it's actually pretty nice. People were friendly, but mostly not annoying. Buildings were pretty, at least they were pretty fitting with the city's name. And the food... damn, that was good. He could spend all week shoveling street food into his mouth.

He used his real name out there. And his other real name. No last name, but whatever. Flowey, Asriel, whatever, who cares. Maybe he got a few eyebrow raises out of the latter, but nobody said anything about it. And nobody cared about a talking flower, so it all worked out.

And... he saw monsters. Lots of them. Mingling right there along with the humans. having fun, being bored, taking in the sights, running errands, spending time alone or with family or with friends...

... It has been years, after all. Makes sense. But still, it's kinda unbelievable. If you told him a few years ago that this kind of thing was possible... he'd laugh. And laugh. And probably give you death threats and/or insult your family.

But seeing it all now, it's just...

...

... This hotel room's really nice. Can't believe he got such a nice view.

...

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hey

Oh, finally. How were the mountains this time? How many rocks did you see?

har har. take a look

... Oh, pretty. ... The Jewels? That tourist trap? Really?

shut up

food's good

Really, now.

saw a ton of monsters

... Wonderful. Well, how are you doing?

nice room how's frisk

Oh, you know how they are. Spent all day trying to fix an issue with the systems. Didn't want my help. Turns out it was something that takes five seconds for me to fix. So, the usual. Being the stubborn free bird they always are. Sounds like someone I know.

lol. dumbass

Yes. ... Would you like to visit sometime?

Okay.

where are u

Not far, actually. It would take only a few hours to get there.

tomorrow. noodle shop by the green mall. it's like a big circle balcony btw do u have room for some asshole on the ship. few days maybe

Always. See you. =)

see u love u chara

I love you too, Azzy.

its flowey

I love you too, Flowey.

its azzy

Oh, come on.

#asks #the text convo is between flowsriel and chara to be clear #undertale #my art

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scoutpologist · 2 years

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I know practically nothing about homestuck but i'll try for u ^^ uhhh johnkat chill movie night? watching frozen 2 maybe? just having a nice time together :}

“It doesn’t really make sense. I mean, the message is nice and all, but why did they make Elsa die? And Olaf too? It’s not very tonally consistent with the first movie at all. This is so much heavier! It’s not fair and it doesn’t make any sense. It’s like they’re going for two completely different experiences, but the point of a sequel is that I want a similar watch to the first! I just don’t get it, they could have—”

To your side, Karkat sniffles. You turn your head to see his face buried in his sleeve-covered hands.

“What? Holy shit, are you crying? Did Frozen make you cry?”

“Shut the fuck up.” His voice sounds nasally beneath the fabric, muffled though it is. You grin. No way.

“Dude, you cried because of Frozen? Frozen is what got you?”

“I said to shut the fuck up, you flying bag of dicks!” Karkat yanks his face from its hiding place to reveal splotchy tear-stained cheeks. His face is screwed into a snarl. It doesn’t look very intimidating. “‘Oh, I’m Egbert, let’s watch the second Frozen movie and laugh at Karkat while he cries because of a narrative that happens to strike home in his pathetic mutant blood pusher. I’m not an asshole for this and I definitely don’t deserve to be taken out back and culled by my matesprit for this blatant show of disrespect!’ Do you see how you sound? Do you see? Do you finally understand what a bulge-munching prick you are?”

“It’s a Disney movie, dude.”

“It’s poignant—don’t you dare fucking shoosh me, you arrogant cunt.” His hand swats away yours as it reaches for his head. You giggle. “How many fucking times have I told you not to flip the shitting quadrants and you always find a way to do it? This is why I don’t watch your stupid movies!”

“Wow, Karkat,” you say, voice filled with the playful tone you know gets him riled up. “It’s starting to sound like you hate me or something.”

He glares daggers at you. “Say that shit one more time and I’ll beat your ass to a pulp.” He pauses. He must see the remark in your eyes. “Platonically.”

You laugh until you can’t breathe. He glares at you through the next five minutes of the film, angrily shoving popcorn in his mouth, before cuddling up to you again and promptly falling asleep on your shoulder. You’re the luckiest person on the planet.

#ask #i-patrichor #john egbert #karkat vantas #johnkat #homestuck #um. don't look at me #thank you for the prompt will this possessed me deeply #my writing

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sweetestpopcorn · 2 years

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If Daemon really did love Laena like that... What wuld he have done of she actually did five him a son or two meanwhile Rhaenyra and her sons are alive and kicking?

Like. Wuld he still try to have a some by Rhaenyra? Or wuld he be plotting to kill all her sons and put his on the throne???

OORRRR what wuld Daemon do if Laenor died and was conviniently removed as an opsticle and Rhaenyra is just... There. Painfully available. And he's married. To Laena. Someone he genuenly loves and respects...

Wuld Deamon ever have it withing him to k!ll Laena? U mean. Rhaenyra is FINALLY available! This is a once in a blue moon event!

Hi there Queen! 🤗

You just want to see me cancelled for good don't you? You just want to see the world burn 😂😂 Fine, let's do this, let's see how many followers I lose 😂😂😂

So, we know how much Daemon wanted a son because that's hammered on us again, and again, and again...

... throughout Fire and Blood.

About him loving Laena... the only thing said about his feelings towards her in Fire and Blood is this passage right here:

"Prince Daemon fell in love with Laena, the singers would have us believe. Men of a more cynical nature bent believe the prince saw her as a way to check his own descent. Once seen as his brother's heir, he had fallen far down in the line of succession, and neither the greens nor the blacks had a place for him... but House Velaryon was powerful enough to defy both parties with impunity." (Fire and Blood, pg. 475)

Now, we are presented with two options:

a) True love, according to the singers.

b) Wanting children and power.

Where does the truth lie though? As with most things, I tend to believe the truth is neither with one side, nor completely with the other.

Do I think Daemon genuinely loved Laena? LOL, no! Daemon's own true love was the Iron Throne, and his beloved mistress was Dark Sister, the women that came along the way fell into third, fourth, and what have you places. Furthermore, I don't trust singers. It's just one useful thing I learned from Tyrion Lannister 😌 #thanksQueen - yes I called Tyrion Queen.

Now, do I think the ONLY thing Daemon wanted was just children and power and he was just using Laena? Hum... no, I don't think he was that uncaring or unfeeling.

Laena was said to be beautiful. She was rich, came from a powerful family. She was a dragonrider commanding the greatest Targaryen dragon alive at the time. If he couldn't have Rhaenyra and the Iron Throne, Laena Velaryon was definitely the second best thing beauty, power, and Targaryen wise. She was a good back up choice. You don’t have the Ferrari (Rhaenyra) but you still have a top grade Porsche (Laena).

For what is worth I do think the both of them were fond of each other, and liked each other well enough. And y'all no need to feel to sorry for Laena 😂😂 clearly her one true love was Vhagar, so Daemon came second at best... though I have some doubts given how the narrator tells us more of Rhaenyra and Laena's friendship than of Laena and Daemon's marriage added to the fact she was once described as not interested in boys - getting some Rhaena vibes here, not gonna lie unfortunately for her I think Rhaenyra just liked 🍆 too much .

As I have gone through before I definitely see Daemon as the sort of asshole who likes women with a sort of brownie point system of how much they can do for him - beauty, sons, power, worshiping him… I think Laena would have earned herself a LOT of brownie points for giving him the son he so desired and if she did, would he still be pursuing Rhaenyra?

It’s a definite possibility. Has I have mentioned before, I do think he would want to be close to her to get as much power as he could. Maybe secure himself a place at her Council one day. Besides being the queen’s father why not the Hand as well? But securing this power meant securing Rhaenyra’s affections.

Putting his son by Laena on the throne would be far too difficult since after Rhaenyra and her own sons (four people) came his nephews and niece (another four people). At this point Daemon was far too low on the succession to hope for that much and he had too many people to kill. Like it just wouldn’t work…

While Laenor dying and Rhaenyra becoming free might be tempting, I don’t think he would have gone that far for the throne as to kill Laena. Unlike Rhea (who he didn’t give 2 flying f:cks about), I do think Laena meant something to him as the mother of his children and someone he could enjoy himself around, so I can’t see him killing her to marry Rhaenyra. BUT I do see him wanting to replace Harwin eventually (likely after he secured one of two legitimate sons), and becoming Rhaenyra’s lover and right hand.

Let’s be really honest here, Laenor besides not being a true husband for Rhaenyra bedroom wise, was also not a true husband to Rhaenyra outside of the bedroom wise. It’s not like these two were bffs who worked out great everywhere BUT the bedroom. Coming from the man who believed (on paper) that Laenor was the father of the “Velaryon” princes himself - Septon Eustace - in six years of marriage they did not share a bed more than a dozen times aka 12 times. So that was the grand total of times the two of them were on the same bedroom together for six years giving us on average 2 times in the same bedroom per year. And outside of it, the two were only together for “formal occasions”.

Laenor didn’t help Rhaenyra to rule anything, and we have no base whatsoever to believe he was much present for “his sons” either. Like have all the headcanons and write all the fanfiction of them being bffs you like please, but don’t mistake them for the facts and the facts are that from what we are told it was Harwin (her lover) who played the role of husband in and out the bedroom as the two were always together. And what Rhaenyra did in canon after Laenor die was take a sh:t on his memory by remarrying almost immediately. And these are the facts.

Was Harwin Strong a more ambitious man, a more cunning one, he might have realised that his affair with Rhaenyra was a prime opportunity to achieve power. He didn’t seem to be this though, but you know who was? Daemon Targaryen, and this is an opportunity I don’t think he would pass up.

So yes, perhaps his enemies would believe him capable of the darkest deeds but Daemon is not black, he’s grey. I don’t think he would have gone that far (though he might me tempted at a certain point). But getting rid of Harwin this I think he would do without a second thought to have Rhaenyra’s affections (and all the power that came with it) and he would have jumped on the sept to marry her first moment anything happened to Laena. Like tier marks on the floor quick. And… getting rid of Harwin would be essencial because Rhaenyra might want to marry him if she was single, which would make his job of seducing her (again) a lot harder.

It’s clear Rhaenyra had no issues cheating on a man who didn’t love her or want her, but - here comes that 🍑 - for the men she did love, she seemed to be very faithful.

Bottom line, Harwin would have to go. Laena would stay.

So sorry for the delay, Queen ❤️ all the best to you 🥰

#rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #laena velaryon #Laenor Velaryon #Harwin Strong #the rogue prince #the princess and the queen #fire and blood #the dance of the dragons #pre asoiaf #canon Rhaenyra #canon daemon #canon Laena #canon Laenor #sorry for this delay!#popcorn answers

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killerlookz · 2 years

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it's me again, girl who sends insufferably long asks aka metalhead elitist hater.

I totally agree, ESPECIALLY when it comes to deathmetal-heads, and honestly I want to add thrash metal guys to the list too as being so unbelievably annoying.

I think what I find so incredibly annoying about the whole thing is how guys who listen to metal always seem surprised or shocked when a girl is also into the same type of music. It irks me so much because I want a sweet partner who I can share similar music tastes with (I want eddie....) and for them to like.. not question me about it LMAO.

God forbid I meet an elitist ever in my life (thankfully have not had the pleasure in person because I don't go out much), and they somehow find out my top favorite band is Nirvana and I get asked the age old jokey question of name five songs.

Guys can listen to some band named Fart McStinker and know only one song from them but say they're a huge fan and nobody questions it because "oh man it's a guy!" But the second a girl is into the same band it becomes a whole "oh I bet you just wear the shirt for aesthetics, you probably can't even name a song other than their most popular"

Like, I don't know if this part of what I'm about to say will completely turn my whole standing around.

But I feel like the only time someone should be an asshole in defense of the band you listen to is if someone is completely skewing the point of their meaning (I'll use Insane Clown Posse as an example) and turning it into something it's not. Or trying to push ideals onto said band that isn't what they actually stand for or believe in.

OH MY GOD trash metal fans...... pllllssss i cant.

yeah being a girl or fem presenting in the scene is literally so annoying. pretty much in any capacity, even outside of just metal. like a little outside the realm of metal - but i posted a tiktok about a month ago and i was like "as a goth who loves paul dano why do goths love paul dano so much" because in my time in the paul dano fandom and even my own friend group ive come to find goths FUCKING LOVE paul dano

and some rando dude who didnt even follow me commented, and i quote, "youre probably not even goth u think that being an e girl is goth , goth is a subculture based on music" and when i asked how he possibly came to that conclusion based on a ten second video his response was "its not a conclusion bc youre literally saying that u r goth and im tryna explain what it is and u r not goth bc u listen to mgk or billie"

LIKE WHAT?????? how did u even COME to that assumption ive been listening to the cure since before i could even walk- ive been listening to goth music FOR LITERALLY FOR FUCKING EVER..... ???? the subculture is literally SUCH a huge part of my life - men are so stupid i cant

#my inbox 💌

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tremendum · 2 years

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webbed • peter parker

(peter parker x vigilante avenger!reader smut)

requested: no :) also this is so unedited lol

this is some sort of au i guess where most of the avengers are together even after civil war. idk and i dont care lol. bear with me; reader goes to a rival school as peter. idek this is my first time writing for peter or anyone in mcu/sony

lmk if u want a second part with real smut. i have ideas. also just message me or @soulwillower if u wanna chat :) prob gonna write for marvel a bit more now!

warnings: enemies to lovers type shit, mentions of violence, slightly nsfw, wrestling, canon-typical violence, slightly dirty talk, rough making out, not much further than that tho, idek what other warnings

[18+ only. Peter Parker and reader are 18+. minors DNI.]

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you were pissed.

"next time you want to try and help, parker, why don't you do everyone a favor and just swing yourself right into the side of the chrystler." you snap, slamming your mask down on the table as you enter the tower, fresh off the quinjet.

"y/n, watch it." tony says with an exhausted sigh. "stop acting like you're better than me," peter snaps back, his own suit melting down, hand running over his hair.

you didn't really get along with peter parker. you never have; ever since you met him, when he fought with tony and against you and cap last year, you two had never seen eye to eye.

"you ruined the whole mission, peter." you mutter. you see sam roll his eyes, stripping off his uniform, "don't be dramatic, y/n." he says, patting peter's shoulder as he leaves. you throw a glare at his retreating figure.

"if the two of you weren't both little mutated freaks of nature, i'd just lock you in one of the lab rooms and make you talk it out." tony turns to you, face angry. "but you would destroy him."

peter flips tony off behind his back as you glare at him. you roll your eyes at both of them, sending them a sarcastic smile. "i know." you mutter, and peter groans, "do you not remember that time in the airplane hangar? i literally-"

you glare at him, the memory more embarrassing than when it'd first happened; to be beat by some random kid in a spandex suit from queens was one thing. but to have to work with the asshole now was worse. "you really think you could beat me, parker?" you ask, eyeing the others as most of the team sighs, leaving to their own quarters, probably to bed or to patch up.

"let's go, then, right now." you prod, thumb jutting behind you to gesture towards the training rooms on the floor below. tony groans, "just go to your room, cool down, y/n. it's almost eleven." he insists, then narrows his eyes and tilts his head, "better yet, it's friday night, don't you have some teenager-type trouble to get into?"

"-is that permission for me to get super wasted without you getting mad?" peter asks, causing you to gesture to tony in annoyance, as if to say see, tony? peter doesnt even live in the complex besides on weekends, and yet he still acts like a baby.

tony looks like he has a migraine. he pinches the bridge of his nose, "just-god. just be careful, you assholes." tony snaps one last time, shaking his head. he knows by now that he can't really control you. "i do not need the two of you to get hurt."

he's walking away and you don't stay, instead throwing a dirty look towards the area peter stands, disappearing to the training rooms.

you weren't going to sleep, not after how badly peter'd fucked up your fighting tonight. you felt embarrassed, like an idiot in front of the others. his fault, as always.

you're only in the training room for five minutes before the doors slide open, peter slinking into the room. you roll your eyes, "here to fuck everything up again?" you hiss, eyeing him. he's changed, not wearing his spiderman suit anymore. you'd changed too, both of you clad in workout clothes. it’s tense.

"i'm tired of you, y/n." peter snaps, and you blink. he's never been the one to really argue back, not like this. you lift a brow as he walks closer, his fists clenching and unclenching. against your best judgement, you note that he's looks very enticing in the black shirt, the top leaving a little to the imagination as it clings to his torso. you swallow dryly as you imagine what lies beneath it.

"you like a fight, y/n." he nods, "we all know it." he mutters as he rolls his shoulders. you square up, noticing his web shooters on his arms. "you're the one who came here for a fight, though." you nod to his arms as you speak, and he shrugs, "you were the one hoping i'd show up." he counters.

he has no way to prove this, yet you don't argue.

he tilts his head, "so, you really want to see who will win, y/l/n?” he asks tauntingly. you can tell he wants you to make the first move.

so you lift a brow. "you'd just go easy on me. it's something you'd do to me, so you could brag to tony about being the better person later." you reason, not willing to admit that truly, you really just aren't sure if you'd win in a fight againt spiderman.

"there’s a lot of things i'd do to you." he mutters under his breath, causing your head to snap up at that. something in you lights on fire and your heartbeat quickens.

you hesitate a second, then, "let's see it then, spider boy." you tease back, taking off at him, preparing to fight.

your strength is met with his own, and though you can tell you both are holding back, he gets a good elbow to your side that has you breathing a bit hard. you fight swiftly, but he’s a perfect match for you as you both duck and swing perfectly at each other.

it goes like this for a few minutes, just the two of you, fighting to get your anger out. his accelerated senses and power is a tough match to yours, but you end up with the upper hand; shoving him down, rolling on top of him and pinning him by his arms.

his chest rises with each breath, your eyes locking, faces both mad, hot, the air filled with angry, unshed tension. you kind of want to taste his lips on yours.

you get an idea, then; you know it's cruel, but you hate him. and his lips look so soft.

so you lean, hesitating for a moment, enough to let your hold on his hands loose. he's frozen, just like you, though, and his hazel brown eyes are lidded as you lean closer to him, breath mixing. you want to kiss him now, and although you're typically fighting that urge almost every moment he's in your vicinity (though you'd barely admitted that to yourself for fear of vision reading it), you can't help it this time.

and then the moment your lips graze his, you pull back, sharply. his face grows red; he knows he's just been caught, and so you smirk, "aw, pete, didn't realize you were that easy to-"

but your words are stolen from your mouth as he quickly rips his arms from your grip and overpowers you. grabbing your calf, peter pulls hard, your leg jolting you off him with his super strength and sending you skidding off of him as if you weighed next to nothing.

you roll across the floor, barely sliding before you move back to regain control of your limbs, rising up. his body is also upright again, and you're even more pissed off than before, though something between your legs tells you it’s a different kind of frustration. you waste no time running at him, jumping up in order to try and overpower him again.

but then you're being pushed back, your body hitting the wall of the training room, a soft thud echoing through the room, followed by a thwip.

your arm is pinned against the wall next to you, forced down with a web.

you sigh, eyes falling closed as you knock the back of your head against the wall. "goddamn it, peter." you almost whine, knowing that he knows you hate when he webs you. "unfair." you mutter.

he almost pouts, mocking you as he walks closer, "completely fair, y/n." he says, smirking as he sizes you up. you look anywhere but his arms as he crosses them, muscles bulging. you wish you'd never picked the fight in the first place; you're embarrassed.

"say i'm better than you." he says childishly, and you scowl. you sigh, your free, un-webbed hand trying to rip the webbing, though you know it's no use. "peter, are you five?" you try to insult him.

he's unphased, closer now than you'd remember him being. "are you? why can't you just say it?" he retorts. you wonder how anyone could ever stand to be this kid's friend. you silently thank the gods that you don't go to midtown with him, but the other school across town.

“i hate you.” you say, tilting your head up to stare him in the eyes. something about the way he looks makes you want to hit him as hard as you can but also kind of makes you want to shove him back down on the ground and mash your lips on his.

you blink hard, trying to scrub that thought from your mind. he chuckles as if something about what you said was funny, “i don’t hear you denying it, though.” he counters.

and that’s it. the conceited assumption, the way his hair looks after you'd messed it up while fighting, the darkness in his pupils that you'd never seen before, the adrenaline from fighting, the tension...

that’s all it takes for you to smash your lips against his forcefully. it’s a kiss that is so rough it’s almost violent; fueled by hatred and adrenaline and anger, and something akin to attraction. it's something that you never expected from peter parker.

he’s pushing your hips harshly into the wall behind you, immediately pressing close to you, chests touching and his leg slyly slipping between your legs. your hand is on his neck and it threads into his hair as your teeth clash, both of your hearts thundering. your noses hit each other; you hope he can feel the hatred through your lips. you can certainly feel his.

his hands move up so he’s grabbing your thigh with one hand, the other cupping the back of your neck and pulling you closer to him. you pull away and immediately attach your lips to the column of his neck, not wanting to have to look at his face. one small groan he lets out causes you to smile against his skin, suddenly realizing that you have just as much an affect on him as he on you, even though you're the one who is stuck to the wall. you nip at the fresh flesh on his neck.

his skin tastes sweet, like victory.

after he moans lightly, your stomach tingles and you feel yourself weaken, embarrassingly turned on at the noise. his tugging on your hair sends your hips into a jolt, and then you feel the outline of his length, semi-hard and making butterflies flutter with desire somewhere deep inside you.

his hand slides up and under your leg, squeezing your ass as you suck a bruise into his neck. he pulls away from you quickly, looking at you with fury before kissing you again.

it knocks the wind out of you with his force but you quickly recover, dragging your hands down his chest and tracing his bulge with your fingertips. he grunts as he pulls away and looks at you.

what are you doing right now?

you feel breathless.

"i thought you hated my webs..." he mutters, your hand tugging his hair a little too hard in response. his hand swats yours down from him and in a swift motion, a second web pins your other hand to the wall, rendering you unable to move your arms.

you're in shock for a second. "you're an asshole." is all you can say, trying hard not to admit to yourself that you're insanely turned on, shaking with desire for him. instead, you're leaning in to kiss him hard, your teeth knocking together. he chuckles, a rumbling, taunting laugh that sends shivers down to your aching core, his hands roaming your body. "funny, because i don't see you complaining right now..." he mutters, biting your bottom lip as he leans back, eyes running over your body. your stomach flips and your neck cranes in desire. you're almost embarrassed, but you're so fucking needy that you don't care.

you couldn't care about anything right now except him; the way he feels against you, his hands on you, his lips on you.

"i'm not." you admit finally, keeping your voice even though your breath hitches, his tongue coursing over your neck. he chuckles and it vibrates against your skin as he slowly kisses down your jaw, onto your neck, biting and soothing the spot with his deft tongue. you wonder who taught him this; the thought somehow makes you more angry.

but just as you lean in for another kiss, he pulls away, instead opting for slowly kneeling down, kissing a hot trail between your breasts. your breathing quickens at the thought of his lips where you need him most- your arm twitches as you instinctively try to touch him, staring at him as he looks up at you with smirking lips and a dark, hooded look in his eyes.

oh, how you wish you could thread your fingers through his hair, tug; how you yearn to feel his lips against your heat, to feel him deep inside you. the thought has you whimpering.

you're breathing heavy as his burning lips trail just above the apex of your thighs, the heat of his breath making your legs shake. fingertips ghosting your hips, your arms strain against the webs. your face is on fire in irritation. he's such an asshole; you can tell from his flushed cheeks and his breathing that he's loving this just as much as you.

but then, an ear-splitting ringtone cuts through the thick air, pulling you back from orbit.

peter slips away, his absence of breath leaving you shaking in desire; you feel cold. “what-” you hiss, and his hands fumble, shaking almost as they pull his phone from the ground. you almost smirk at the satisfaction of knowing that he's almost nearly as flustered as you; but you realize you're desperate enough that if you had a chance you wouldn't let him get more than four inches away without coercing him back into your touch.

but no... he answers his phone casually. "hi, ned."

it's silent, as you gape at him. you're breathing heavily, the air thick as peter dares to drop his left eye in a wink at you, a face you never thought you'd witness.

then, "no, i'm not doing anything, really."

you want to fucking kill him. you almost call out his name, but he turns, "yeah, i'll be there." he clears his throat, smiling shyly, almost like he's smiling to himself.

"yeah, yeah. need to shower but i'll be there in thirty." he says, hanging up after a moment. you're gaping at him as you stare, watching as he shoves his phone in his pocked, walking toward you. you can't resist as his lips fall on yours, a slight whimper leaving your throat.

"i have to go," he mutters agaisnt your lips. you freeze, "what?" you mutter, his fingers tracing your clothed heat, making your throat catch in desire. "i just have some teenager-type trouble to get into.” he says, the words falling from his mouth crueler than tony’s did. you’re shocked. “sorry to leave, but.." he backs away slowly, eyes traveling your figure. you strain against the webs.

"those will dissolve in, like, thirty minutes." he mutters, pointing to the webs.

"no-" you protest, pathetically not even protesting to being restrained as much as you're protesting to being left high and dry by this boy; "yes," he mutters.

"i'll see you later. have a nice night, y/n. i win." he mutters, smirking before turning and jogging out of the room.

and that's how peter parker leaves you; hot and bothered, webbed to the wall with an unbearable ache between your thighs.

you vow, in that moment, to get him back in any way you could.

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sidemari · 2 years

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• Fuck the frustration away •

A NSFW one-shot about Diluc ^u^

Pairing: Diluc Ragnvindr x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Sexual content ahead. Even though there's alcohol consume, both parts agreed to have sex. Don't bother me because of this, save your and mine time, please.

TW: Unprotected sex, creampie, soft overstimulation, vaginal sex, oral sex (female receiving), alcohol mentions, 'drunk' sex.

Word count: 2,4k

Art: Hare Kon's Manga, if I'm not wrong.

The bedroom was dark and you couldn't see anything, but you knew you had woken up in a place that wasn't yours.

Your waist was enlaced by strong arms and your legs were entangled between another two, as you felt you were naked.

The hangover made you feel almost weak, the strong headache and the sick feeling on your stomach being too much for you to handle.

Remembering the events of last night, you only sighed, trying to stay quiet to not wake up the guy cuddling you: Diluc Ragnvindr.

[...]

On yesterday's party you and the other Knights of Favonious were having fun at Dawn Winery's salon.

But you could tell at the party's end you were tipsy, since you couldn't barely stay still.

Fuck Kaeya for being such an asshole and giving you all the kinds of alcoholic cocktails and drinks the party had.

Even Diluc was tipsy by the end of that night and not even his hatred towards the Knights was enough to stop him from having a great time.

Meanwhile, Diluc just needed to fuck his frustration away.

Diluc just craved stopping ignoring his desires instead of controlling them.

His eyes swallowed your frame since you had arrived at the Dawn Winery.

That black dress and your jewelry made your body look so freaking beautiful.

The way you put your hair behind your ears just so your earings and neck could caught his attention.

The way you inclined your body still sat on the armchair while you were talking to the people on the place.

Even the way you held the wine bottle to put more liquid on your glass.

It all made Diluc restless on his seat.

His throat was dry.

Not even the alcohol was feeling great on his mouth anymore.

He didn't even like that shit at all.

So why did he drink until his mind was foggy?

Time passed quickly that night.

Until there was only you as Diluc's guest, at least.

The tension between you two could be almost held.

Your breathing became uneasy when the man went to your side on the counter.

"Forgive me, Master Diluc. I think I drank way too much"

"It's... Fine. You, more than any other knight, have been doing amazing out there for the people of Monstad. You needed some fun, some rest indeed. I'm not that sober anyways"

"Thank you for... Inviting me here"

He didn't answer you. But his silence didn't bother you.

Your eyes stared his own for some seconds that seemed some minutes.

Red flaming eyes carrying so many emotions.

Maybe that chit-chat was more than everything you had ever talked to him in all of your years being a knight.

Your heart ached remembering that the man you loved started nurturing hatred for you the day his father died.

You couldn't save Crepus Ragnvindr. You didn't manage to arrive his death place just like the other knights.

A childhood memory crossed your hazy mind.

You and Diluc were eating grapes from the vineyard in front of the Winery while Crepus collected them to make the new harvest of wines.

"You both will ruin our commerce if you keep eating those grapes" His father joked, since he couldn't care less about that detail.

Perhaps you both had five or six years of age? You weren't sure. But you were sure you were his bestfriend. You guys were so attached to each other it amused people from Monstad.

His words from that day were marked in your mind forever.

"I love you, (Name). I'll make sure that one day I'll demonstrate all my feelings for you"

"(Name)? Hey, (Name)" Diluc's voice took you away from your daydreaming.

'That hurts' You thought. 'It freaking hurts knowing he won't keep his promise'

"What did get your full attention? Have you even heard anything I told you the last minute or two?"

"Uh? I'm sorry... I fear that I didn't listen to you"

"You can stay here tonight if you please. I don't feel comfortable letting you go to your house on your own, yet I am not willing to take you there either"

"Do you remember your childhood promise?" You asked out of nowhere.

That phrase made Diluc's face frown in irritation.

"What? That bullshit I said years ago?"

"You do remember. You just won't keep it"

You left his side to go and walk away from his winery that you should have left many minutes ago.

What the hell were you thinking?

That you guys would confess to each other?

That Diluc would ask you for forgiveness? Or that he would finally make a move towards you?

The man you loved touched your arm's skin, as his fingers held you in place. That was the only thing needed to make you a little bit sober.

"Stay here tonight"

"Diluc, don't make this any harder to me"

"Stay here tonight, with me, please" You sighed in frustration. "Let me at least show you I wasn't lying to you that day. Before you go, let me fulfill my words from that day"

Would he only hurt your feelings once again?

You didn't care.

You just wanted him.

You just craved his touch, his attention.

Even if you both never talked to each other again afterwards, you didn't care.

You were caught off guard when he captured your lips in a warm and slow kiss, his hands slithering through your body with need. His hands stopped by your waist, squeezing it softly.

"Let's take this to my bedroom" He gasped between kisses.

Almost tripping over the steps of the stairs, you arrived his bedroom.

The large bed was neatly done, as expected from his maids. The silk red and black sheets that adorned the mattress seemed to invite you to mess them with your actions.

You took off his coat and as well his tie, before kicking your heels off your feet quickly, you took off your earings and bracelets, leaving them above the bedside table.

"Eager, aren't you?" Diluc chuckled softly with your actions, soon taking control over you, as his fingers rapidly took of your dress from off your body.

He guided you to lay above the mattress of his bed, and, getting on top of you, he kissed you on the lips once again, his tongue exploring your mouth with dominance.

Furrowing your eyebrows, the alcohol in your blood kicked in again and you felt tipsy, but you wanted to keep going, you wanted to finish what you had started.

You both parted from each other and Diluc trailed the curve of your neck with sloppy kisses, one of his hands already caressing one of your breasts.

Arriving your chest, his tongue explored the soft flesh of your breasts, giving you love bites that would take some time to fade away. Your hard nipples were sucked by his mouth, gaining soft gasps from you since they were so sensitive due his sucking they almost hurt.

After toying with your boobs for quite some time, Diluc seemed to have another idea.

"Would you mind if I..." He lowered his head at the level of you crotch.

"No, just do it, please" You cut him off, opening your legs so he could explore your body. He started kissing your inner thighs, his fingers from his right hand brushing against the skin of your hips.

"Can I touch you?"

"Mhmm..."

He used his left fingers to rub your entrance, and, for you, it was a pleasant and warm sensation to feel.

"Are you fine with it?" He asked when he looked upward to see your reaction.

"Diluc..." His name echoed through your lips, while your hips bowed under his touch.

That was the kind of reaction he was specting. His fingers massaged your entrance a little more while you gasped under his touch.

"Can I take your panties off too?" He asked while his fingers carresed your inner thigh.

"Yes, please..." You practically cried, feeling him slipping your panties down your legs.

You closed your eyes hardly while he nibbled your inner thighs, soon rising the stimulation to your core.

One single lick was enough to make a moan escape your lips. Stimulated by your reaction, he started eating you out.

Your hands went to his red locks, guiding him in the pace as gasps escaped through your lips and you squeezed your thighs around his head.

You shuddered when he slipped one finger inside you. It happened so smoothly. Pounding it slowly inside you, he watched your reaction while his tongue played with your clit.

"Ah... Diluc, fuck-"

The said man savored you with need, as if he was expecting that opportunity for quite some time. His warm tongue abused your walls while he inserted another finger into you and the wet sounds created a symphony with the help of your moans and whimpers.

Your back arched when your orgasm reached you and your hands left his red locks to grip the bedsheets tightly, as a pathetic way of trying to handle the waves of pleasure that crossed your body.

"Diluc..." You sounded like an angel to him.

As he took off his clothes, he watched you enjoying your high, thinking how long it would take for you to crack under his actions.

He knew you way better than you'd like to admit. He knew that soon enough you'd be overstimulated.

"Can we keep going?" He asked softly.

"Yes... Yes, please"

"I won't hurt you anyway, but if the pain is too much, just tell me and I will stop moving"

You only nodded, closing your eyes and trying to relax your body under him.

You felt him against your entrance and soon he got deeper inside of you, stretching your walls to accommodate his length.

Quietly, tears rolled down your face and you caught your breath in discomfort. Diluc saw your expression and stopped moving right away, seeing you in pain made him feel worried.

"Shush... I'm here, I won't move" He cleaned your tears and stroke your cheeks, before pecking your lips one more time, starting a slow and passionate kiss that distracted you from the weird sensation.

Your hands involuntarily went to his hair, that you started pulling slightly. Your legs were around his waist as you gasped when you felt he was fully inside of you.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, Diluc... I'm fine"

So, whispering reassuring words in your ear, he started moving once you got relaxed with a slow pace at first, as he moved his hips against yours with tranquility.

Your hands were now on his back, and you were bitting you bottom lip hardly to not make any sounds, but Diluc seemed to not like that action at all;

"Don't hold your noises back. You can be as loud as you want, there isn't anyone in here beyond us. Not even the maids"

His name slipped through your lips some times as the time went by.

"Harder, Diluc..." His hips now collapsed against yours roughly and you were sure you'd feel sore the next day.

"You're squeezing me way too tightly... Ah, fuck, it's almost hard to move" Still, his movements didn't stop, they only become more demanding.

"I'm so close..." Your vision got blurry as tears of pure pleasure made your cheeks wet.

There it was.

The point Diluc knew you'd reach that night with him.

You looked so stunning under him like that.

Pink-ish and wet cheeks.

Red and plumpy lips from his kisses.

Neck and breasts marked with his hickeys.

Bruises on your thighs like his fingertips.

So beautiful. So devoted. So obedient.

He had really fucked his frustration away.

All those years of regret from letting you go were finally expressed.

"Cum for me, love. Just let it out" You did. Your body obeyed him. And some seconds after your high, you felt Diluc spilling his seed deep inside your womb.

Would you both be able to create life that night? You weren't sure and you didn't give a fuck about that.

What you cared about was the way you were shivering even with his body warmth. The way your legs were trembling around his waist and the way your lips were agape as gasps escaped from them.

You wanted to clean up, or perhaps even take a bath, but your strength was taken away due what you had just done.

Sleepiness took advantage of you.

You were almost dozing off when you felt him leaving inside you, the empty sensation making you seek for physical contact with him.

"Maybe I just wanna be yours" Diluc whispered into your hair, pulling your body close to his before falling asleep with you.

[...]

The bedroom was dark and you couldn't see anything, but you knew you had woken up in a place that wasn't yours.

Your waist was enlaced by strong arms and your legs were entangled between another two, as you felt you were naked.

The hangover made you feel almost weak, the strong headache and the sick feeling on your stomach being too much for you to handle.

Remembering the events of last night, you only sighed, trying to stay quiet to not wake up the guy cuddling you: Diluc Ragnvindr.

He felt warm.

It felt good having him behind you, carefully holding your fragile body against his.

Everything from yesterday was true, then?

You weren't dreaming, right?

The lingering pain you felt on your lower back gave you the confirmation you needed.

You touched your neck: the flesh hurted against your fingertips.

You moved a little on the bed, trying to free your legs from his and turn to your other side to face him, only for you to whimper in discomfort.

The sound woke him up.

"Do you regret it?" Was the first thing he whispered.

"No. I don't regret it. Do you?" You whispered back.

"No, I don't. What I do regret was taking so long to fulfill my promise"

Perhaps you both would finally be able to be a couple after all those years?

Time would answer you.

For now, you just enjoyed his fingers caressing your hair with delicacy, as he whispered an apology.

"There's no hard feelings between us. We're finally together" You kissed him on the lips softly, just before sleeping for some more minutes.

#genshin x reader #diluc x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin scenarios #genshin smut #diluc smut #diluc #diluc headcanons #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x you #diluc x y/n

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jennagrinsoverml · 3 years

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do u have any really good fic recs for mlb enemies to lovers

Do I ever! Some of these have already been recced in my AU rec list, but since this isn't part of my "undiscovered gems" series, I'm going to let myself rec all of the popular enemies to lovers fic I've been enjoying too 😊

A Series of Meets: Reach by @damagectrlwrites

Paris is safe, except from the rivalry of its two superhero guardians: Ladybug and Chat Noir. Since they were teenagers, the two have raced around Paris, trying to out do-good each other.

After Chat Noir saves a bus of people from falling into the Seine before Ladybug can even get there, Adrien is in high spirits. He helps a young woman reach some chips high on a shelf, kicking off a friendly conversation that ends with a coffee date.

It’s a terrible day for Marinette. First she had a hectic day at work, then Chat Noir gets all the praise for saving a bus of people, and then she nearly topples over trying to reach some chips. At the very least, a nice guy helps her and asks her to coffee. Surely, things will get better, right?

Ladynoir Enemies AU. Never met AU. This one is absolutely amazing and hilarious and YOU NEED TO READ IT!! Ladybug and Chat Noir are superhero rivals, always trying to outdo each other, and being annoyed at the other. Marinette and Adrien get a meet-cute and fall in love. The juxtaposition is perfect and ridiculous and THAT IDENTITY REVEAL OMG.

Dearly despised, (I love you) by @snacc-noir

Marinette could go on about why she hated Adrien Agreste—to his pranking tendencies to ineffable attractiveness—ever since he had the audacity that day with the umbrella.

And yet, here she was fake-dating him while in love with a superhero.

Adrienette Enemies AU. Warning: This is a WIP! But it's so much fun. Basically Adrien and Marinette never sorted out the misunderstanding with the gum and instead just dug themselves deeper and deeper in hate with their miscommunications. Meanwhile ladynoir are totally in love with each other. Add in a whole bunch of sexual tension and seeing just where the author teases out these missed chances and it's beautiful.

Curiosity and Satisfaction by @imthepunchlord

When Adrien agreed to this line of work, he thought all his focus would be on the job of catching the elusive Lady Luck. It never crossed his mind that someone else would catch his attention.

Ladynoir Enemies AU. Although this is a ladynoir enemies AU, this dynamic change bleeds into all of the different sides of the love square and it's so different and interesting! I loved how the changes made actually affected other aspects. The story feels very real and believable.

like poles of a magnet by @rosekasa

ladybug spat her blood at chat noir. invincibility was only granted to the ladybug and black cat that worked together. not even the miraculous cure could heal them, otherwise.

(or, five times they didn’t hate each other, and one time it was love).

Ladynoir Enemies AU. The enemies dynamic here is AMAZING!! Adrien is so in character even when he’s a “bad guy”, and the backstory of how he ended up working with Hawkmoth is perfect. (Also, how is Gabriel even worse??) I love the way the identities are played with, and especially the repercussions of Chat working for Hawkmoth on what Adrien is allowed to do.

Unstuck by @ominousunflower

Chat Noir, notorious supervillain of Paris, experiences a wardrobe malfunction in the best and worst possible place: Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s balcony.

Heart pounding, Chat pins Marinette’s wrists to the balcony. She stares up at him, her blue eyes kaleidoscopic from the lights hanging overhead, her features twisted into a scowl.

“Why are you trying to take my Miraculous?” Chat hisses.

“Because—you—I—” Marinette splutters, her eyes dipping down below Chat’s face. “Why is your suit unzipped?”

“I—well…” Chat sighs. “My zipper got stuck.”

Ladynoir Enemies AU featuring Marichat. I'm an absolute sucker for villain!Chat who just needs someone who's willing to care for and believe in him. And, even as a villain, he's still so recognizably Adrien here. My hearttttt!

out of the woods. by @anxiouscupcake

“I- I have a… Someone I care about very much,” Adrien admitted. “I’m only doing this because my father gave me no choice.” “Well,” she said, lips pursed. “I don’t have it in me to fight The Gabriel Agreste, right now. My hands are tied too.” “I’m sorry.”

To his credit, he genuinely sounded a little remorseful. She even resented him a little for it, because she had so much more to lose than he did, but he just wanted to stay in Daddy’s good books.

She grimaced. Marriage, for one year, they agreed. And a painful few months of “courtship” to convince the press of the authenticity of their “marriage”.

In eighteen months, her father would be hale and hearty, and she’d divorce Adrien Agreste and be nothing more than his business partner.

(...In which Gabriel is an asshole, Adrien is trying and Marinette's stubborn but gives in eventually.)

This is a 2-part series that isn’t finished and that I desperately hope is continued. It’s not EXACTLY enemies AU per se, but it hits the same sweet spot. Ladynoir are in love, but can’t be together. Adrienette are forced to marry because of circumstances and Marinette resents Adrien for it. It’s got Enemies to Friends to Lovers vibes, even if we haven’t gotten that last part yet, and I love it!

i have found someone (like a nomad finds a home) by @hanaasbananas

After Stoneheart, Gabriel figured out who Chat Noir was, and forced him to work for him, rather than with Ladybug. Years later, Adrien is miserable until one night, he meets Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Ladynoir Enemies AU featuring Marichat. Sort of a Never Met AU in that Adrien doesn't start attending school until after he's been a villain for some time and after he's gotten to know (and fallen for) Marinette as Chat. I love it when Chat's a villain and his love for Marinette/Ladybug helps him make better choices!

This Red Love by @hanaasbananas

In another world, he loves her. Would lay down his life for her without a second thought. Would be devoted only to her. In another world, they are partners, fighting side by side to keep Paris safe from Hawkmoth. Ladybug and Chat Noir, heroes of Paris. In this world, Ladybug is his enemy; the only thing standing in the way of what he most desires. In this world, he is not a hero.

Or the one where Adrien and Marinette are dating, but Chat Noir works for Hawkmoth. Angst ensues.

Ladynoir Enemies AU featuring Adrienette. This one has so much tension and the identity reveal and the ladynoir conflict really impacts the adrienette relationship and it's fantastic!

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #ml fic recs #fic rec #adrienette #ladynoir #adrinette #enemies to lovers #enemies au #jennarecsml

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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I don’t know if this’ll make the cut, but brothers with an MC wearing their (the brothers) clothes, and I’m talking full ensemble not just a random jacket or accessory (you can delete if you’re not comfortable of course)

So when left with the question of whether this was a full on clothing theft or a cosplay of some kind, I'm going with theft because that's just funnier to me. Just a little MC marching around in Beel's tent of an outfit… Hilarious. 🤭

MC Steals the Brothers’ Outfits

Lucifer

It started out like any other morning, Lucifer woke up early in bed - as he always does - but when he rolled onto his side to stir the MC, he found their side of the bed empty…

Normally, he’d have thrown up the alarm in an instant, but his mind was still groggy as he tried to recall what happened the night before… He could have sworn the MC slept over… unless…

MC: “Good morning, love.”

Their voice was enough to get him sitting up again and he uh… well he was not prepared for what he saw. The MC was sitting with their legs crossed at his desk, attempting to imitate his “I’m-in-Complete-Control-Here” energy as much as they possibly could, but with an added detail…

They were wearing his clothes. His favorite suit to be specific which was tailored to his much bigger frame, resulting in a frankly ridiculously ill-fitting look on their smaller human body...

MC: *picks up a poisoned apple off the desk, continuing their very best Lucifer-impression* “You should get up, love. We have an early meeting today and we can’t keep Lord Diavolo waiting.”

The MC appeared to polish the apple with his sleeve for a moment before taking a bite, looking pleased with themselves before their eyes widened in complete horror. It only took a split second for them to spit the unchewed hunk of apple into a nearby waste basket and toss the apple away in panic.

MC: “Ah FUCK!! I forgot I can’t eat these!!! SHIT!!”

Their panic only grew as Lucifer could no longer hold in his laughter, the booming volume of which is enough to wake up all his brothers throughout the House.

MC: “Lucifer, don’t just sit there laughing!! Bring me some water or something!!! LUCIFER!!!”

Mammon

Look, Mammon always gets up late so not being able to find, like, any of his normal clothes was a serious problem! He’d already dug through half his closest and still couldn’t find anything!!

He had a photoshoot that he had to get to in less than hour and he still needed to take a shower, get dressed, get his stuff together, then bolt halfway across town before-

MC: *literally kicks open his door Kuzco-style* “Yo, yo, yo!! What’s up, Mammon??”

First off, the sudden loud bang of his door hitting the wall nearly scared him out of his skin, but before he could even yell at the MC for their weird entrance his brain had to process what they were wearing….

Good news! He found his missing clothes, the MC had thrown them on while he was sleeping - sunglasses and all - and now stood before him with a toothy grin on their face.

MC: “What's the problem, Mams? Lucifer got your tongu-EEEK!”

Apparently, they weren't expecting Mammon to literally lunge at them and capture them in a tight hug, practically lifting them off their feet with a laugh.

Mammon: “What'cha think your doin', MC?? I'm gonna need those back ya know?”

MC: *laughs loud and bright, throwing their arms around his neck* “I know, I know... But I wanted to surprise you!” *stops laughing suddenly and blinks* “Huh…”

Mammon watched the MC experimentally lift his glasses off their nose then put them back down, repeating the action several times before snickering.

Mammon: *frowns* “What's so funny?”

MC: “Nothing really but… Mammon, do you wear these just to make everything look like gold?”

Mammon actually had to pause before responding, pulling the MC closer with a devilish grin.

Mammon: “Nah… I ‘cause got all the gold I need right here~”

MC: *chuckles and nuzzles his cheek* “Nice save...”

Mammon: *his cheeks flush and he frowns* “I dunno what your talkin’ about... But could ya go put on a t-shirt or somethin’? They’re paying me big for this shoot and I really gotta go!”

Leviathan

Another convention, another cosplay far too complex to ever hope to peel out of… Though Levi would never regret wearing his five piece Lord of Shadow cosplay, it’s a heavy thing and certainly not something he can change out of in a bathroom stall…

When he finally got back to the House, he wasn’t looking to do anything but drag his tired body back to his room and change into some more manageable clothes… but… well…

When Levi opened his door, he saw the MC sitting alone at his computer desk playing a game by themselves. That was all well and good but… WHY IN DIAVOLO’S BLACK HELL ARE THEY WEARING HIS CLOTHES???

When they heard the door, the MC whipped their head back and they both stared at each other in an awkward silence… His clothes didn’t even fit them right!-or maybe they did?? His mind was panicking because they had the collar of his shirt covering their mouth and it looked so moe it was actually ridiculous!

Levi: ……….

MC: ………….

MC: …. “I can explain.”

Levi: ……. “Y-yea?”

MC: “I was having trouble on this one level and you wouldn’t pick up the phone… so I thought ‘What would Levi do?’... and it escalated…”

Levi: “You think??”

Levi felt like he could die right there, but he wasn’t entirely sure if it was from embarrassment or happiness… On the one hand, the MC was literally trying to be him in order to get better at video games - which was flatteringly adorable… And on the other, the MC is pretty much cosplaying as him, right in front of him… and looked so damn cute doing it too…

MC: “Is this weird…? This is weird. I’m sorry, I’ll go change-”

Levi: NO-agh! *he throws a hand over his own mouth, surprised by how loud he just shouted* … “U-uh… no it’s fine…”

MC: “Okay...?”

MC: “But could you put your phone down? I think you’ve been taking pictures for the past two minutes…”

Levi looked down at his hand and sure enough he unconsciously pulled out his phone in camera mode and has been spamming the “Capture” button long enough to have his thumb cramping...

Levi: “Oh.” *stops for a moment, then seems to second guess himself*

Levi: “Uh… just one more?”

Satan

When you share a house with Mammon, you grow accustomed to not being able to find things from time to time, but an entire outfit??

When he woke up one morning to find that he couldn't find any of his normal clothes, he blamed Mammon right off the bat…

I guess in hindsight, what would Mammon want with his jacket? But anger doesn't always jump to the most rational conclusion, you know?

After searching for "long enough," Satan stormed out of his bedroom on a warpath. He didn't stop his march until he was banging on Mammon’s door with a closed fist!

Satan: “Mammon!! What did you do with my clothes you useless, money-grubbing asshole!?”

When he didn’t get a reply, likely because Mammon was hiding in his closet or something, he was about to kick the door in when he felt a tap on his shoulder...

When he turned his head, much to his surprise, he found his missing clothes!... They were on the MC - right down to the single sleeve - and the MC met his eyes with a mischievous grin…

They had a book in their hands he recalled seeing once at the library: "101 Ways to Prank Your Partner," open like they'd been reading down the hallway.

MC: … Page 47.

They winked at him before bolting back down the hallway in a fit of giggles and oooh, it was on now.

Satan spent the morning chasing the MC through the House, both laughing and dashing around in reckless abandon. He really needed his clothes back and he wouldn’t mind an extra hour or two with the MC when he got them… 😏

Asmodeus

Asmo isn’t exactly a morning person… Though he forces himself awake so he can perform his wake-up routine, by the time he comes to the table it’s a hit-or-miss on how irritable he’s going to be...

Of course, his favorite outfit suddenly disappearing from his massive closet did not help his mood in the slightest!

Who would take his clothes?? Well, that’s not even a question - surely plenty of his devoted, adoring stans would kill to even have his scarf, so maybe the better question was, “How??” Lucifer keeps all the doors and windows magically sealed at night! (He would know, having been locked out on numerous occasions)

Asmo was tearing through his closet, wracking his brain for any place he might have left his beloved outfit, before he heard someone clear their throat by his bedroom door.

What greeted him was a lovely look at the MC wearing the missing clothing in question, even with all the grace and style he would himself!

Asmo: *jaw-drops* “MC???”

MC: *smirks at his delight and winks at him* “Looking for something?”

They strutted into the room with the confidence of a mock fashion model and took a silly vogue pose in front of the closet, barely holding in a fit of laughter from their actions.

MC: “… Or just at me?”

Asmo, of course, snatched them right up in his arms with a delighted squeal.

Asmo: “Oh. My. Diavolo!! MC, you look just gorgeous!!!- Because you look like me, of course.” 🤭

MC: *laughs and cups his cheeks to pull him closer* “Who wouldn't want to be you, Asmo?”

Asmo: “So true… But you’re already perfect, my love~” 😘

And he went on to prove that to them all morning long...

Beelzebub

Beel didn't even get the chance to notice his clothes were missing. He had a tournament the night before and was sleeping even harder than Belphie that morning...

What woke him up was the smell of food: scrambled shadowhawk eggs, hellboar bacon, pancakes with nightshade syrup….

Beel's stomach had him sitting up long before his eyes ever opened, drawn in by his nose alone.

MC: “Beeeeel. Wake up!”

Beel's eyes dragged open at their request and what he found had his mouth watering... The MC had brought him a dining cart with a complete breakfast spread, brimming with portions only Beel could ever finish, but for once he wasn’t looking at the food.

The MC, for whatever reason, had decided to put on his clothes… And keep in mind that Beel's built like an ox compared to almost anybody. They were absolutely swimming under all that fabric (thank the Devil for his suspenders…)

MC: “Congratulations!!!”

They throw their arms up excitedly, making the unzipped jacket balloon out like a parachute behind them… It's a remarkably cute image.

Beel: *blinks* “Oh.” *he gets a little pink, still very confused* “What did I do exactly…?”

MC: “You won the championship last night, remember? Or did you forget already??”

The MC takes a step to the side and begins pointing at the plates on the cart.

MC: “I thought we'd celebrate with some breakfast! I brought you eggs, bacon, pancakes, toast, cereal-”

As they continued their list, Beel's hand naturally reached out towards the cart eagerly, before something finally clicked in his head. WHY were they wearing his clothes??

Beel: “Wait. MC, why are you wearing-...?”

MC *holds their hand up* “Hold on!”

MC: “-oatmeal, muffins, banana bread, annnd…” *they get onto the bed and plop down onto his lap with a grin*

MC: “Me! Congratulations, Beel!!”

They lean up to peck his cheek while his arms automatically wind around their waist. The combination of their scents already bringing out a different sort of hunger in him…

Let’s say if this is his reward, he'll never lose a game again. 😏

Belphegor

Belphie was in the middle of his afterschool nap in the library. The day was exhausting, so he didn’t even bother changing uniforms… The couches there were comfortable and the space was quiet, really nothing should have woken him up...

But somehow, for whatever reason, something did. A tug… Something was chasing away his dreams by tugging on the cow pillow in his arms.

MC: “Beeelllppphie….”

The tugging did not cease and he half growled in response, still keeping his eyes firmly closed.

Belphie: “What now...?”

MC: “I need this…” *they tug on the corner of the pillow a little harder* “Can you let go please…?”

What kind of question is that?? No one takes away his favorite pillow!

Belphie: *hugs the pillow tighter* “Go away, I'm trying to nap…”

MC: “Noooo please…! I need it for something right now…!!”

They started really pulling on his pillow now and he only held on tighter in annoyance. Since they wouldn’t leave him alone, he finally opened his eyes.

Belphie: “MC! Why are… you..?”

His voice trailed off as he finally saw the MC standing there in his usual outfit. His cardigan was so long over their arms that they had to grasp his pillow through its sleeves...

While his drowsy mind tried to catch up, the MC snatched the pillow from his grasp with one swift yank.

MC: *grins* “Mine now!”

They turned to bolt out of the library, but Belphie snatched them by the waist and dragged them back to the couch with him.

Belphie: “Fine, but then I get a new pillow.” 😏

The MC yelped as he flopped on top of them, pulling them close like a body pillow and resting his head into the crook of their neck to enjoy the soothing smell of their scent mixed with his.

MC: “W-wait Belphie…!” *tries to wiggle out from under his surprisingly heavy deadweight* “I was just playing around…! Please don't fall asleep on me!!”

Belphie: *yawns and settles in, already drifting off* “Too late… G'night, MC…”

MC: “Belphie!!!” 😫

They could complain all they liked, he wasn’t going to let them go for a few hours. Cute or not, MC, nobody takes his pillow!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me requests

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BnHA Chapter 322: IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME

Previously on BnHA: Endeavor was all, “Kirishima please take Hagakure and Aoyama and put them away somewhere out of sight until we’re finally ready for the U.A. Traitor Plot.” Shouto was all “HEY DEKU DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT MAYBE YOU WANDERING THE STREETS LOOKING LIKE A GOTH PRAYING MANTIS IS EXACTLY WHAT AFO WANTS.” Deku was all “I’M SORRY I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF MY CRUSHING MARTYR COMPLEX AND ACCUMULATED TRAUMA.” Mineta was all “HEY DEKU YOU SWEET THANG, IF I COULD REARRANGE THE ALPHABET I’D PUT ‘U’ AND ‘I’ TOGETHER, ANYWAYS HMU 💖”, or at least that’s what fandom apparently thought he said. Everyone was all “WELL SINCE WE’RE BACK HERE IN KAMINO WE SHOULD DO THE THING” and did the whole “launching someone into the air to save someone by dramatically grabbing their hand” thing that everybody fucking loves to do in Kamino so damn much. Iida was all “[bombards me and Deku with feels].” Deku was all, “ू(ʚ̴̶̷́ .̠ ʚ̴̶̷̥̀ ू).” I was all, “(;*△*;).” Horikoshi was all, “my work here is done.”

Today on BnHA:

oh my god.

so I finally went back to look at what I wrote up for 321 last week, and it’s a hot fucking mess lol, and I really don’t want to deal with that right now, so we’re just gonna skip it and go back sometime in the next few days or something because I really want to read the new chapter and I have no self control. I’M SORRY IIDA

oh my god he’s breaking out the narration word bubbles oh my god. shit is about to get epic isn’t it

has there ever been a chapter that opened with these that WASN’T epic? serious question. anyways all aboard the Feels Express I guess

YEP

I saved a bunch of other crying kaomojis when I was looking for ones to use in the “previously on” summary, and right now it’s looking like that was a good fucking decision you guys. if I’m going to be an emotional wreck I might as well do it in style ʕ ಡ ﹏ ಡ ʔ

AND BY THE WAY!!

SHOULD I JUST THANK HORIKOSHI NOW AND SAVE MYSELF SOME TIME LATER. THE MAN ALWAYS FUCKING DELIVERS WHAT ELSE CAN I FUCKING SAY GODDAMN. IS IT TOO EARLY TO DECLARE THIS MY NEW FAVORITE CHAPTER? I SHOULD PROBABLY READ FURTHER THAN ONE PAGE BUT I’VE JUST GOT A FEELING

(ETA: it’s like. maybe my second favorite lol. A HUG WOULD HAVE PUT IT IN FIRST, I’M JUST SAYING.)

anyway so Ochako is releasing Iida, which is actually hilarious, because idk if you all know this but Iida can’t fucking fly you guys

like, I assume Ochako released him because she already knew that Kirishima was in place to catch him, but I really love this split-second of panic on Iida’s part where he’s all “HMM, IS OCHAKO TRYING TO KILL ME, ACTUALLY”

LOL THERE’S A THOOM AND EVERYTHING

that’s some plus fucking ultra on Ochako’s part right there. “IF THEY DIE THEY DIE” goddamn girl did you leave your chill in the same locker as Momo or what

now poor Kiri is all “DAMMIT DEKU ARE YOU PASSED OUT OR WHAT, I DIDN’T GET TO TELL YOU MY THING GODDAMMIT”

oh my gosh he is curled up so small you guys oh my fucking lord

RESIDUAL “LOST CHILD” FEELS FROM LAST WEEK COMING IN FOR A LANDING!! PLEASE MAKE SURE YOUR SEATBACKS AND TRAY TABLES ARE IN THEIR UPRIGHT POSITIONS OMG ( ˚͈͈͈͈̥̆ ₍₎ ˚͈͈͈͈̥̆ )

LMAO IIDA IS TRYING TO CONFIRM THAT OCHAKO PLANNED FOR KIRISHIMA TO CATCH HIM, AND KIRISHIMA IS ALL “NOPE I’M JUST HERE BY CHANCE BRO”

Ochako is the U.A. Traitor confirmed. Hagakure I am so sorry I doubted you. Ochako get over here. so are you Toga now or what

anyway so now everyone is running over before Iida can react to this casual announcement of his attempted murder. and now Mina is taking her turn, and Horikoshi is all “HEY BTW IS MINA CRYING ON THE LIST OF THINGS THAT MAKE YOU CRY?” and of fucking course it is, you bastard. I’m not made of stone

( ɵ̥̥ ˑ̫ ɵ̥̥)

SLDKFJLSDKJ:LKWEJ

IS THIS THE PART WHERE I JUST START SCREAMING INCOHERENTLY FOR THE REST OF THE CHAPTER LOL. SURE FEELS LIKE WE ARE GETTING TO THAT TIME

OH MY GOD KACCHAN AHHHHH

I CAN’T OMG LOL I ALREADY GLANCED AT THE NEXT COUPLE OF PANELS, AND HE’S STARTING A WHOLEASS MONOLOGUE ABOUT ALL OF HIS DEKU FEELS AND OH MY GOD

“HERE YOU GO MAKESTE, A WHOLE CHAPTER OF ALL YOUR FAVORITE META TOPICS JUST THE WAY YOU LIKE THEM” THANK YOU HORIKOSHI YOU’RE A BRO (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

SLKASODIFALWKFLKJ

THEY’RE JUST DEKU AND KACCHAN. holy shit you guys. because oh my god, but it’s like when Deku was talking to the Vestiges about saving Tomura, and he turned into his little child self because his heart and intentions were so pure?? and it’s like that again, except that we’re seeing them as their child selves because that’s who they are to each other?? like, not that they actually see each other as children, but just, they can see past all of the stuff on the outside and see each other to their cores, to who they are inside, and when they look at each other they each simply see the other boy that they’ve known their whole entire life. idk?? does that make sense??? DOES ANY OF THIS EVEN MAKE SENSE I DON’T KNOW WHAT WORDS ARE ANYMORE I’M JUST SWIMMING IN FEELS OKAY. I’M TRYING HERE

they’re just boys, is what I’m trying to say, I guess. just Deku and Kacchan. all the walls are down, all the gaps are bridged, and all it is is the one boy reaching out and connecting with the other, and just,,, (꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

OH MY GOD [GRABBING YOUR SHOULDERS AND POINTING WORDLESSLY] !!!1LK1

DO YOU ALL KNOW WHAT THIS IS YOU GUYS

HOW PERFECTLY FUCKING RAD. WELL LET ME JUST ENJOY THESE LAST FEW SECONDS BEFORE MY LIFE IS FOREVER CHANGED, I GUESS

GOD

CAN HE EVEN SAY THAT??? IS THAT EVEN LEGAL??? IS HE EVEN FUCKING ALLOWED TO SAY THAT. WHAT IS HAPPENING

OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

─=≡Σ((( つ ◕o◕ )つ

GET IN HERE, EVERYONE!!

Y’ALL HE REALLY DID IT. “BAKUGOU IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE HE HASN’T EVEN APOLOGIZED” WELL GUESS FUCKING WHAT. GUESS FUCKING WHAT, YOU GUYS!! LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO ((((／￣∇￣)／＼(￣∇￣＼)))) AHHHHHHHHHH

OHHHHHHHH

HEH. I’M ALREADY DEAD, HORIKOSHI, YOU BASTARD. DO YOUR WORST. GO ON

YOU CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON “US”, HE SAYS. ALONG WITH A BUNCH OF OTHER STUFF OMG. KACCHAN, YOU STUDIED!! YOU UNDERSTAND!! PREACH!!

OH NO!!

OH WAIT!!!!

LOL I GOT SCARED THERE FOR A SECOND BUT ANYWAY! EVERYONE GET IN HERE!!! GROUP HUG!!! OR WAIT, NO, WHAT ABOUT -- [GRABS YOUR COLLAR URGENTLY] YOU DON’T THINK -- COULD THEY POSSIBLY -- !!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ARE YOU GONNA HUG!??!?!?!?! I AM NOT OKAY!!!!!!! !!!hgk

REACTION PANELS LOL EVERYONE ELSE IS ON THE EDGE OF THEIR SEATS TOO WE’RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER

LOL OCHAKO

I KNOW THAT IN REALITY THIS FACE IS JUST BECAUSE SHE’S CONCERNED ABOUT DEKU’S FRAGILE STATE RN, BUT I KEEP THINKING ABOUT THE WAY SHE JUST DROPPED IIDA COLD THOUGH, AND I CAN’T HELP BUT FEAR FOR KACCHAN’S SAFETY LMAO. THAT FEELING WHEN THE CLASS PERV AND THE CLASS BULLY BOTH BEAT YOU TO THE LOVE CONFESSION. KACCHAN WATCH YOUR SIX

OKAY BUT LOOK, IT’S NOT THAT I DON’T LOVE ALL OF THE OTHER KIDS, OKAY, BUT CAN WE PLEASE!??!?! HELLO?!?!? MOMO, JUST -- COULD YOU JUST FOR A MINUTE --

NOOOOOOOOOOO

“DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, I HAVE TO SAVE SOMETHING FOR THE FINALE” HORIKOSHI YOU BETTER WATCH OUT, I’M COMING FOR YOU WITH A TWO BY FOUR!! NOT THAT I’M UNGRATEFUL!! BUT JESUS CHRIST, YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT, AND THEN ALMOST DO THAT, AND THEN NOT!! OMG I HATE YOU

sure let’s cut to Thirteen then, yay. I mean I’m glad they’re alive lol, don’t get me wrong

(ETA: I think that might have sounded a bit sarcastic so I just want to clarify that I really am happy Thirteen is alive and on the job again lol.)

it’s just that if your name doesn’t begin with Baku or Deku I honestly am not interested for just these next five minutes okay lol. like I’m just gonna be completely honest. I am too invested lol, please, they were having a moment, JUST LET ME HAVE THIS PLEASE

OH DAMN U.A. GOT SWOLE AF

THIS SCHOOL HAS BEEN JUICING WTF. I THOUGHT YOU WERE TARTARUS LOL

I’m literally not even reading the speech bubbles though omg I’m so sorry. I really hope there is not a quiz, I promise I will come back to it later scroll scroll scroll

okay so they brought him back to U.A. and he’s all tired and out of it yes

oh goody Hagakure knows all about the security system

(ETA: is it just me or is Horikoshi really laying it on thick with the hints about these two guys lately? I’m on to you sir.)

THAT’S WONDERFUL NEWS. GLAD THIS CRITICAL KNOWLEDGE IS SAFE IN THE HANDS OF THE PEOPLE THAT WE TRUST

ffs Deku

WHAT WILL IT EVEN TAKE TO CONVINCE YOU THEN?? SWEET JESUS

-- holy shit, what??!

they know?? how did they find out??! holy shit???

I’m about to cancel the whole of Japan lmao. fucking try me dudes

-- THE PRINCIPAL!?

NEZU GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!! WHAT THE FUCK

“a ticking time bomb” tell you what, this man is just asking to be punched in the face. literally begging for it omg

(ETA: I have been advised that I misread this part; Rat Principal told everyone how safe U.A. was, but he’s not the one who ratted out Deku; that was “the rumors”, apparently. which, if I had to guess, were probably started by AFO.)

oh I see, so it’s to be Feels, Part II then

he looks so sad and tired and lonely and she goes right for the hand, god bless. though if Kacchan’s not gonna hug him, you’d think someone would at least. or is it because he still smells bad. hmm

AND THE CHAPTER’S ENDING ON HER LOL WELL OKAY THEN

I MEAN IT’S GREAT AND ALL, I LOVE OCHAKO REALLY I DO, BUT WE WERE PROMISED GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GODS, WHAT GIVES SOB. I WAS ALL READY TO BREAK OUT INTO SONG AND EVERYTHING. SURE, HE DID THE APOLOGY, BUT WHERE IS THE FOLLOW-UP GODDAMMIT

(ETA: just to clarify the reason for my rambling here, I was really waiting for the hero name reveal and the presumed deeper meaning behind it lol. but I guess that is a conversation still to come! and we still need Deku’s response to the apology too for that matter. lots to look forward to still.)

WELL WHATEVER, SO THAT IS THE END OF THE CHAPTER! SHOUT OUT TO MY BOY RAT “LET ME JUST TELL EVERYONE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ABOUT DEKU’S SUPER SECRET IDENTITY, I GUESS THAT’S ALL RIGHT NOW, NOTHING BAD COULD POSSIBLY COME OF THIS” PRINCIPAL. listen here you little shit

anyway but if you’ll excuse me... IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME. IF I COULD FIND A WAY. I’D TAKE BACK THOSE WORDS THAT HAVE HURT YOU, AND YOU’D STAY. I DON’T KNOW WHY I DID THE THINGS I DID. I DON’T KNOW WHY I SAID THE THINGS I SAID. PRIDE’S LIKE A KNIFE, IT CAN CUT DEEP INSIDE. WORDS ARE LIKE WEAPONS, THEY WOUND SOMETIMES. BUM~ BUM~ BUM~, I DIDN’T REALLY MEAN TO HURT YOU. BUM~ BUM~ BUM~, I DIDN’T WANNA SEE YOU GO. I KNOW I MADE YOU CRY, BUT BABAY, IF I COULD TUUUUURN BACK TIIIIIIIIIIIME...

#bnha 322 #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bakudeku #uraraka ochako #class 1-a #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #IF I COULD REACH THE STARS #I'D GIVE THEM ALL TO YOU #IF I COULD TURN BACK TIIIIIIIIME

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