#AND I FUCKING SEE MANGA BOYFRIENDS WITH HIS FACE DRAWN OVER THEM

[sketchbook-of-shadows]

I :3 I'm going to kill :3 the next person:3 I see :3 who draws Thomas Hewitt :3 or Bubba Sawyer :3 LIKE A FUCKING TWIG :3 LIKE STOP DRAWING THEM LIKE SKINNY MANGA BOYFRIENDS WITH HIDDEN 8 PACKS I SWEAR TO GOD IN 2024 WHY IS THIS STILL HAPPENING

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 31

Bravern (and Lewis Smith) + unconventional

I had NO idea what to call this honestly, cuz I had already used size difference earlier and Braverns like 9 meters tall. I love this big bot, and I just wanted to finish kinktober even if I finished it late, so here we go.

Yall should watch Bang Brave Bravern so we can talk about it, it’s really good. Giant gay robot 👍

Some Bravern spoilers, so if you wanna watch it first, go do that. Its only 12 episodes. No outright smut in this one cuz I couldn’t figure out how to do it?

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

Having a giant robot for a boyfriend was… different than your past relationships. Well, dating Lewis had been normal and all, but then he became a giant robot that reminded you of something out of Hollywood. You could already hear him whining that it wasn’t Hollywood but more so the mecha genre of Japanese superhero shows.

It was a bit of a mind fuck, or maybe a very big mind fuck. It felt kinda like having two boyfriends, but not really since they were the same guy, not again, not really. Lewis was still around, as himself, but he was also there, as Bravern. It also felt a bit like cheating, since no one but you had figured out who Bravern truly was.

But how could you not clock it immediately, when Lewis had spent hours telling you how his mecha would look, if he was in one of his shows or manga, back when you were both still in military training. You had never really gotten the gist of it, but it made Lewis happy. This also meant you easily went along with Halloween costumes he wanted to do, especially since seeing you in some sentai hero suit always got him so hot and bothered.

But, back to Bravern. It was almost impossible to meet up secretly with a robot, mecha, this big. He barely fit into the warehouse set up for him. Hed started stuttering over his words when you showed up saying you wanted to talk, and really, how could you not recognize your own boyfriend when he did that.

In the end, you coldly and seriously told him you knew his secret, making Bravern gulp, could mecha even gulp? But, before you knew it, Bravern had shifted into a ship? Car? Thing? And told you to get in so you could talk privately.

After getting the whole situation from him, part of you couldn’t help but be hurt that you weren’t his pilot. Why was Isami so great, when you were right there? Bravern, Lewis? Seemed to recognize your hurt feelings immediately, and scooped you up as carefully as one with a jellyfish in his giant metallic hands.

He immediately started apologizing in ways you knew so well, from the times hed accidentally ripped your shirts pulling them on thanks to his impressive pecs, or that time he scratched your car showing off one of the new nerd swords hed bought. You weren’t sure if mecha even could cry, but somehow Bravern looked near tears about it.

Even without pupils you could tell Bravern was looking at you the same way Lewis always did, when he felt like he had messed up and wanted to be forgiven. He always reminded you of a floppy eared golden retriever, and somehow, even as a giant 9-meter tall mecha, he still did.

A long-drawn-out sigh left your lungs as you pinched at the bridge of your nose, the noise making Bravern curl in on himself in such a familiar way. “Lift me closer to your face” you finally muster out, running a hand down your face as Bravern was quick to do so, seemingly not wanting to hurt your feelings even more.

Kissing a giant robot was even weirder, part of you wondering if he could even feel your tiny lips against his massive pair. This was probably how those chicks felt in the transformers fanfiction you sometimes read. What? There is very little male reader stuff, so you take what you can get.

Bravern jolted enough for the ground under you to shake a little, his lips parting for a moment before he pursed them. It was almost comical, to be standing on the palm of his giant hand as he pursed his lips, like some weird princess and the frog mockery, but the princess was a red, white and gold mecha, and the frog was you, in your dirty military uniform.

Placing a hand on his metallic chin kind of reminded you of doing checkups on your titanostrider, except Bravern was, more alive under your touch? It was difficult to explain, and you’d probably give yourself a migraine just thinking about it. You still hadn’t really registered how he was both here as Lewis, and here as Bravern at the same time.

When you kissed Lewis, you would always grab his chin between your pointer and thumb and squeeze it, just enough for him to part his lips so you could slide your tongue inside. Your hands seemed to have the same reaction with Bravern, whose large lips parted slightly. On Lewis it would barely have been noticeable, but as Bravern it was right there.

“Stick your tongue out a little” you mumble, somewhat unsure if he could even hear you, with you standing below his nose and his ears being… wherever they are on a mecha. But Bravern, always being so good no matter what form he was in, stuck the tip of his tongue out between his lips.

Normally, you liked to really coil your tongue around his, knowing it drove Lewis crazy to have all that spit and slobber all over his face and running down his neck. That obviously wasn’t possible, so instead you sank your teeth into the tip of Braverns tongue before sucking it into your mouth.

You hadn’t really had a tongue this big in your mouth before, so you resorted to the same tongue and suckling movements you’d do when you had your mouth around Lewis’s large pecs. There wasn’t a nipple to tease or bite at, so instead you just cranked up the way you rubbed and moved your tongue.

Hearing Bravern moan was so loud, and it surrounded you in a way you hadn’t experienced before. Even the times where you had Lewis sobbing with pleasure in your ear wasn’t like this, but Bravern sounded just as needy. His fingers trembled under you, like he wanted nothing more than to touch you, his lips parting further as his tongue slid more towards you, almost knocking you over.

For a split moment, the mental image of Bravern pulling your clothes off and just licking you flashed before your mind. It made you way too hard to be normal, and you had never had fantasies like that before, so you weren’t gonna acknowledge them more than blaming it on the fact that it was your boyfriend.

Bravern looked ready to eat you, he had that same look in his eyes that Lewis always got when you two were apart for longer periods of time, when he wanted to push you down on the bed and ride you till you felt like one of those scrunched up juice boxes with not even air left inside.

Of course, at that moment, as Braverns tongue neared your torso, did the phone in your pocket ring. Something inside Bravern must have notified him too, of whatever you were being contacted about, as he whined and pouted. “I-im sorry baby, w-we can… continue later” he stumbled, giving you a faint impression that he was looking around like crazy even without pupils.

“Sure. Its probably… important enough” you cough, trying to collect yourself again and pull your uniform back on to fit the standard. Bravern kissed your chest carefully, clearly fearing he might crush you if he pressed any harder.

The flight back to base was a quiet affair, the air thick with a familiar heated feeling. But duty calls, so its not like you could even rub one out in his cockpit and dirty talk him until he came in his pants, codpiece? Could mechas even do that? You didn’t know, but you knew damn well you could make it happen.

Instead, you had to step out of Bravern in his ship form and join the others, brushing off questions about what you had been doing with Bravern. The mecha was so much worse than you when it came to lying, stuttering something about wanting to show you how fast he could go, as Isami climbed inside.

You could feel Lewis staring at you, intensely enough that you had to look back at him. He was biting his lip in that oh so familiar way, his brows furrowed as he stared at your lips. You couldn’t help but reach up and touch them, only then realising they were probably flushed and kissed, making dread pool in your stomach.

But Lewis didn’t seem angry at the aspect that his boyfriend may have been off, making out with a giant robot. Instead, Lewis seemed quite hot about it, if the flush rising in his cheeks and the clear way he was swallowing his spit had anything to say. That… you noted down for later. But first, duty, and then… find a way to make your boyfriend, boyfriends? Kiss, since you knew it would drive them both crazy.

[fueledbyapplepi]

Unreal Admiration | Chifuyu, Ran, and Rindou

- The boys with an s/o who simps over fictional characters.

warnings: minor cussing, slight suggestive content

genre: fluff, crack (?)

A/N: This was actually a request but my dumb ass accidentally posted an empty draft on the ask so I have to delete it. I'm so sorry! ( ⚈̥̥̥̥̥́⌢⚈̥̥̥̥̥̀) I hope that the anon who requested this will be able to see it.

Chifuyu Matsuno

"Partners of Culture". That's what you and your boyfriend would like to call the two of you.

Other than the love you have for each other, another thing that you and Chifuyu have in common is your love for anime and mangas.

But the difference between you and him is that he's into it for the stories only. He just finds shoujo mangas interesting enough. While you, on the other hand, have an undying fondness for 2D Characters.

He understands you tho. After all, it's normal for the weeb culture, right?

He likes seeing you admire these characters. But sometimes, he gets a bit worried by how much you simp over them.

You two were currently on a date in Akihabara. Chifuyu was the one who invited you in one of his free time. There's no better way to spend his day off other with you anyway.

While you two were wandering around the busy streets, a certain familiar standee caught your eye.

"Holy shit. Chi, can you take a picture of us?" You handed your phone to your boyfriend who looks confused for a moment.

And there you were, scurrying off to a standee of Kuroo Tetsuro. One of the characters you've been simping on for what seems like forever.

Chifuyu can't help but feel happy seeing you smile. But while he's busy taking photos of you, he can't help but worry.

You always rant about how hot and good Kuroo is. What if you leave him and find someone more "Kuroo-like"?

After a hundred photos later, you can't help but crack another smile at the photos Chifuyu took. But, your boyfriend on the other hand was dead silent.

"Chifuyu, what's wrong?" You frowned at your boyfriend who seems to be in deep thought.

"Oh, it's nothing Y/N" he managed to crack a smile at you. Which you know he's just faking.

"No. Tell me what's wrong." You held both of his hands, squeezing them as if you're telling him that you won't stop until he talks about it.

"Well, I was just worried." He started. "What if you find someone like Kuroo? I don't even play volleyball and I'm not as tall as him and- OW! Y/N what was that for?"

You flicked your boyfriend's forehead. "You idiot! He's not real Chi, and you know that. And besides, even if he is, I wouldn't trade you for anyone in this world" You smiled at him. "I may be the biggest simp for him but it's nothing compared to how much I simp on you."

Chifuyu can't help but blush at your statement. Embarrassment washing over him.

Well, maybe you're right. Your love for him is something he holds on to. Even if it's against fictional characters.

Ran Haitani

Ran wasn't much of an anime watcher. Not because he doesn't like it but just because he's busy running Roppongi along with Rindou.

So when he found out that you're a weeb, he was actually quite interested.

Whenever there are days where he has nothing much to do - which is rare - he spends it with you. Either he'll treat you on fancy dates when he feels like it or he binge watches anime with you on your couch.

Although the latter was the one he's into recently.

He genuinely enjoys it tho. How you two will be cuddled over the couch while you two watch over how Gojo beats the shit out of the cursed spirit, Jogo.

What Ran enjoys more is seeing you gush over Gojo and using it to tease the shit out of you.

"Damn. He's hot and the strongest. What more can you ask for?" You smiled as you two were watching JJK. Your mind wandering off to another planet where you're a sorcerer.

"Stop talking about me. I'm right beside you, Y/N." Ran teased. His hands slithering on your waist and slightly squeezing it.

"I'm literally talking about Gojo, babe. Not you." You sighed as you returned your attention on the television. A tickle of wind running on your ear.

"He's not real though." Ran whispered as he slightly bit your ear. "And besides, I'm hot. And not to mention strong too" he said as he winked at you.

"Baby, I bet you couldn't even beat him" you teased. Fighting the urge to laugh at Ran's random teasing.

"Yeah. But that's because his not real." He smirked. "Are you really defending a FICTIONAL character right now Y/N? And in front of your boyfriend?" He clutched his hand over his chest, pretending to be hurt.

"Ran, do you really have to emphasize the fictional?" You rolled your eyes. Knowing where this is going.

"Yup. Baby, I don't care if you have a crush on even 500 of them. They're all ain't real." Ran laughed. He's confident as your husbandos and waifus have nothing over him.

He exists. They don't.

"Shut up you cocky bastard. Just enjoy the show." You huffed, turning around and focusing again on the series.

Ran tightened his grip on your waist as he left a kiss on your neck. Leaving a trail of shiver running down your spine.

"Bet your 2D characters can't do this to you." He smirked.

He's right tho. They never can and they never will.

Rindou Haitani

Rindou was kind enough to keep up with your interests. But he doesn't get it.

Having a love for anime is alright for him. Although he doesn't have any interest in it at all, he tolerates it for you. What confuses him though is how the fuck can you simp over them.

For him, they're just a bunch of drawn characters who you can only see on mangas and TVs. How can you admire something that isn't real?

And what's annoying him most is that there are times that you blabber about how much you like them.

Of course, he'll pretend that it doesn't get to him. They're just 2D characters, what exactly could they do for you? Nothing.

Well, he's wrong.

While Rindou was out beating up people, your long-awaited packaged has arrived. Of course, as the weeb at heart that you are, you couldn't contain your excitement from opening it.

Your 5ft pillow, which has Levi printed on it has finally arrived.

Oh, what a time to be alive.

You hugged the pillow. Feeling how soft and fluffy it was, it drifted you off to dreamland.

This was the sight that welcomed Rindou when he arrived home. His beautiful s/o hugging a 2D character who probably can't even reach him.

Rindou didn't like the sight of it. And he's not having any of it.

Although he tolerates your love for 2D characters, he doesn't like this idea. Not when he's supposed to be the one you're hugging right now.

Rindou harshly pulled the pillow which awakened you from your nap.

"Rindou? Welcome home." You smiled sheepishly, sleep still drooping in your eyes.

"What the fuck is this?" Rindou asked, pointing to the pillow he's tightly clutching now.

You sat up. Quite surprised by your boyfriend's outburst. "Oh, that was the package I was talking about the other day. Nice isn't it?"

"No." Rindou threw the pillow away from across the room "If you want to keep it, leave it there. Or I'll burn it." He quickly laid next to you, and looked at you with a face screaming "cuddle with me"

"Rindou, he's not real. Are you jealous?" You laughed. Hugging your boyfriend who's now acting like a baby.

"No. The fuck? You just look like a pervert hugging that." He eased into your arms as he glared at you.

"Baby, they're 2D okay? I just like them that's all. And I love you" you caressed your boyfriend's cheek who's now having a faint blush.

"Tch. Whatever" Rindou replied as he closed his eyes. Deciding that having a nap with you is better than getting mad over a damn pillow.

Although he still can't decide whether to throw that pillow or not.

[tomorrowsdrama]

Woof, I forgot how the HYD anime/manga is so much more fucked up than any of the drama adaptations could ever be. Probably for good reason since Domyouji assaults Makino early on and forces a kiss on her while pinning her down to the ground. I actually never saw this scene in the manga before so I was shocked to see that his hand was actually about to move up her skirt (or at least the drawing sure made it look like it) before stopping himself because she was crying.

Up until yesterday, I had only seen this scene in the anime where they stopped at Domyouji “just” ripping the top button of her shirt off and nuzzling her neck with his nose. Even back when I first watched it when I was young, this scene was very disturbing to watch and the way the anime portrays it definitely makes it clear that you’re supposed to be scared of Domyouji, whether from the animation, the suspenseful music, or the way there’s a shadow looming over him. Just before this scene, we see Domyouji go on a violent rampage and several characters comment that this is the most violent he’s been and there’s a scary look in his eyes that is not normal. Ione of the F4 even comments that it feels like he could kill someone whenever he gets that look in his eyes.

So yeah, we’re supposed to understand that what he does is terrible but it’s also a result of Domyouji snapping/he’s not in his right head. Does this make it ok? Oh definitely not. But I can see why the mangaka thought that she laid out enough groundwork so that this scene could show just how dangerous and fucked up Domyouji can actually be while still leaving room for him to not be completely irredeemable. All that on top of 90s manga/anime being full of Tres Problematique tropes, etc.

And the thing is, the anime/manga does a good job of not romanticizing/excusing this behavior…until it doesn’t. Like I said, up until he actually forces a kiss on her, it’s very scary and you feel the fear Makino is experiencing as she is desperately trying to run away from him. But then when we get to the kiss, it’s drawn in a way where her hair is splayed out romantically with soft shading and he has a gentle look on his face. Makino even comments later on that even though his grip on her wrists was strong, his kiss was actually very soft and gentle and I’m sitting here reading this as an adult going “giiiiiirl.”

What’s interesting to me about this scene is that Domyouji may be violent but he’s never been shown to be predatory or dangerous in a sexual way. In fact, his character is always teased for how inexperienced and dense he is about sexual matters. At most, they just show him having the usual teenage boy pervertedness. But nothing remotely sexual like with Soujiro or Akira’s characters. You get the impression that he wouldn’t even know what to do. So this definitely felt oddly…adult (for lack of a better word) for Domyouji.

Anyway, why do I still ship Domyouji and Makino like mad even with all of this problematic behavior? Well first off, this is fiction. Not that that excuses all things, but I’m willing to accept more problematic/troubling relationship dynamics in fiction than in real life. Also, there are much worse things about Domyouji than this one scene that make him an awful love interest and require retribution/redemption/paying for his past sins. This is just one incident that shows he’s always one step away from becoming a wild beast that knows no reason and does not know when to stop from going too far. But that’s also part of his character arc/growth. Of course I would prefer that Makino did not have to get assaulted as part of his character growth but you can’t always get what you want. I mean one of the arcs deals with how he almost beat a guy to death in the past so uh yeah…he has a lot of things to make up for to even become a redeemable human being/worthy of being Makino’s boyfriend. And I think HYD does a good job of redeeming him so that’s why I still ship them. But yeahhhh, 90s mangas/animes stay being problematic!

[secondhand-trash]

“I love you.” “It’ll pass.”

Season 2 ep 6, Fleabag

(more lines I like from things I like as prompts for people I like)

A/N: I reserved this one for Dabi when I was making the list but fuck Dabi It’s Getou time😌✨this scene impacted me so hard when I was watching the show and I knew right then that I had to write something off of it one day

Pairing: Getou Suguru x reader

Description: He left without saying goodbye.

Warning: major manga spoilers (set after the hs flashback arc and connecting to the prequel)

Word count: 3007

Playlist:

Cigarette Daydreams//Cage The Elephant

You Say I’m in Love//Banes World

The Killing Moon//Echo & the Bunnymen

-

It wasn’t until the report came out that you realised Getou was never coming back.

All 112 villagers of the prev. ** village deceased.

The letters printed on the white paper was staring right at your face, but somehow it still felt like it was miles away, like everything you read fell through your ears as an echo.

Residues at the scene could determine that it was Getou Suguru’s curse manipulation.

No one said anything when they saw you staring blankly at the still screen of your phone. The last few messages were still there, sitting there and waiting to be read.

You weren’t sure if you were hoping or detesting a response. He probably never would, like he probably wasn’t your boyfriend anymore.

“Do you know when you are getting back?”

Getou Suguru escaped.

“This is taking longer than your usual missions, is everything alright?”

According to item 9 of the Jujutsu Regulations, he is to be classified as a curse user-

“Suguru?”

-and is to be executed.

The other two saw him again after that, which they had the mercy of not telling you explicitly, but anyone could tell from the heaviness lingering in the air. 

Shoko smoked more than usual.

Gojo got quiet, and sometimes you would catch him fidgeting with the candy paper in his hand underneath his table.

Getou’s table was still there, an empty space starkly standing in the middle of the already sparsely occupied room. You had assumed that they would remove all traces of him immediately, but you could understand why they didn’t when you realised that your gaze still paused at where he once sat whenever it wandered.

The same way crimes scenes were always kept as it was, only the supposed corpse was still out there somewhere.

It was a silence bonding, the unbreakable chain of experiencing the same loss at the same time, but somehow your remaining friends were already there when you pushed open the door to the rooftop where no one usually went to.

That was the first day when he was gone. You had felt an impulse to go somewhere where you were not trapped inside, where you could feel the air entering your lungs as you inhale and it seemed like you were not the only one with that thought.

Gojo was already there, with his back bent forward as he leaned on the rail. He had one foot on the iron bar of the railing, casting a glance to your side when you silently joined him in looking down.

There was no one visible in your sight, but still you looked, and looked. The quiet footsteps getting closer let you know that the third (and last) classmate was here, a soft sigh ringing before there was a click and the smell of smoke made you furrow your eyebrows together.

You remembered that he used to smoke rather often, but somehow always put the cigarette off when you neared. He stopped smoking around you entirely after you got together, because you would push him away if you smelt the tell-tale scent of tobacco on him. But if you caught him at the corner with one between his fingers, he would always pull you close with his eyes curling into two thin strands, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as his other hand fumbled for the mints he kept in his jacket pocket.

You wanted to be mad at him, but the chill tickling your tongue when his breath fanned against your lips always had you weak.

“If he had come back for you,” Gojo’s voice was void of emotions, without the usual certainty or cockiness that always dripped from his words, “would you have followed?”

You shrugged.

“I don’t know,” you shook your head slightly, your eyes not once shifting away from the empty courts below.

The reality was that it still took you some time to process that fact that he killed a whole village of people, even longer when you eventually remembered that he did the same to his own parents. It didn’t feel real, like a bad dream that you could wake up from if you beat the thought into your head enough, like you could just close your eyes and see him walking up to you with his usual smile, asking you if you really fell for it.

But the feeling of being left behind, of conflict at the sentiments in your heart that you couldn’t brush away, of doubting if everything you once had was ever truly yours, of anger at how you were supposed to be the closest to him but knew nothing, of not being told anything, of not receiving a proper goodbye, of him running away without even telling you straight up that he was leaving you behind, were all very, very real.

There was a dull ache budding at the back of your throat over the fact that your last image of him was still the way he looked at you with so much tenderness made you sick to the stomach, and twisted even more at the knowing that to you, that was his one biggest crime. 

Perhaps that was what love was. You could look past the fucked up morals or even the murder, but there was no ignoring that you were left behind, and that meant that there was where it all ended.

You chuckled at the conclusion you had drawn, earning you a questioning stare from the boy who raised the question.

Hell, then he might just be the love of your life.

“I don’t know,” you repeated, bitterness lingering on your tongue when you smiled.

Sick, just sick.

They were both looking at you, but you didn’t turn to see what expression they were wearing as you dropped your head. The metal pressing against your forehead growing warm under the heat of your skin as you muttered, this time to yourself and no one else.

“I really don’t.”

-

Time sped up from there. 

Life went on. Eat, sleep, going out on missions before collapsing on your bed when you came back alone and tired, repeat. Gojo and Shoko stayed after graduation season hit, you didn’t. You spent so many years there already, you clicked your tongue as you said, it is time to move on.

You were not really talking about High school, both of them knew it but neither said a thing. The empty table remained as it was until a new batch of students poured into the classroom that was once yours, before they left and another group filled in. 

Occasionally you met young sorcerers on the field who wore the same button that once adorned your collar, and wondered if it was them who sat at that table now.

You did not think about Getou Suguru for years.

Yet, you were not surprised to find the exact same man that once plagued your thoughts late at night standing in the middle of your living room uninvited, without a single hint just as when he left.

“It has been long.”

You had a gut feeling that he got taller since you last saw him, even though you were probably standing too far away from him to truly measure. The edges and corners of his face were more prominant, his hair running down his back in a way that used to happen only when he was at his most relaxed. 

“You should try to let it grow,” you mumbled as you ran your hand through one lock of his hair, letting the black silk fell from your hand onto his chest, “it would look good on you.”

He chuckled, and the vibration seeped into your skin from the way he laid on your lap. The weight lifted from your legs when he sat up, his face right in front of yours as he grinned.

“When my hair reaches my waist, will you marry me?”

You laughed, and the smile on him only grew.

“Where did you get that from?” you hid your smile behind the back of your hand.

“It’s from a poem,” he replied with a tilt of his head, “Never heard of it?”

“No,” you still sounded breathy from the laughter, “but did people teach you not to make promises so easily?”

The one long piece of his bangs had fallen onto his face, covering his eyes just slightly. He huffed as he pushed it away from his view, placing his head on your shoulder.

“Who told you it was easy?”

Ah, your jaw clenched at the waterfall of black that stopped just above his waist, so he did grow it out in the end.

You did not move from your position at the door, standing with your back straight and your keys still gripping tightly in your hand. “What are you doing here?” 

You were just about to head back from a mission when you got the call. “He showed up at Kousen just then,” Gojo did not bother with formalities, or give you any context as to who “he” was but still you froze, knowing exactly what he was talking about right away, “he might go see you.”

(You were sure that he wouldn’t, but it seemed like you truly didn’t know him well at all.)

He chuckled, a soft sound that made your nails dig into the middle of your palm, “Am I not allowed to check up on you because I want to?”

He sounded familiar, exactly the way you remembered him to sound like. The corners of his lips were lifted up in a calculated angle, smiling at ease but not from heart. You suppressed the heat that was near pouring out your throat, swallowing the discomfort back into the pit of your core.

Was it true that this wasn’t how he smiled, or did you only notice the way his eyes were lifeless now?

You replied with a smile of your own, not willing to lose your footing, “Oh please.”

You never bothered to check on me before.

He was not bothered by the dryness in your voice, and if he was then he did a great job at not appearing so.

“When I left,” he asked, “were you mad at me?”

“No,” But I spent nights crying over you. “is that supposed to come out as a mock?”

“No.”

You searched for a hint of wavering in his eyes, any sign that he was experiencing even a bit of the turmoil that was boiling and burning in your chest as you tried to keep your voice still.

You wondered what you had hoped to find.

“What do you want?” you said, and forced yourself to look right into his eyes. You imagined that you could see your own reflection staring back at you if you were any closer to him and the hint of soreness shooting right up to your nasal until it the sting that left almost resembled longing.

If you were to fight, you probably couldn’t win him no matter how hard you try.

“If I say I miss you, would you believe me?” 

 There was a ring in your ear as you shut your eyes tight, forcing the corner of your lips to hold back from twitching.

God damn it.

“Does it matter?” I wish I don’t.

“Perhaps.” 

He was looking at you, and you could taste the blood at the tip of your tongue. You wished there wasn’t some part of you that was near breaking down inside of you, or that you didn’t feel such an urge to let the tears run free.

But you wouldn’t, your pride wouldn’t allow it.

His arms crossed loosely in front of his chest, the fabric of his cassock bunching up around his elbows. You had pondered why the cloak seemed so out of place, and then you remembered that he wasn’t even religious in the slightest.

It was all for show.

“Leave.” 

There was a hint of relief when you heard your own voice landing back on your ear and there wasn’t the shakiness you had so dreaded to hear. You knew you had lost the moment you even cared, but still, on the front you refused to show there sometimes, during the many years after he left, you would still see his face when you couldn’t sleep and all you could do was stare at the ceiling. You hoped the iciness in your expression was enough to cover up the fact that you had no erased all traces of what you once had with him completely, and there was still a photograph or two that you hid away so that no one would know you still hadn’t let go of him, a traitor.

He glanced down at your command, before nodding slightly to himself. Getou Suguru turned around until he was facing your window and his shadow slanted on the opposing wall from the cold hue of the moon.

The pale light blurred his figure, like smoke, like the mint tingling your senses.

“You ruined my life.” 

I love you.

He paused briefly, before turning to look at you once again. You were taken back when you see the look in his eyes, and the downward tug at his mouth.

With the moon and the cassock and the unexplainable depth in his eyes, he did look the part of feeling sorrow for the world and pity for the masses.

Oh, how ironic.

Getou parted his lips slightly, and you could see the shudder but heard no sound, until they pursed, before he finally spoke again.

I love you too.

“It’ll pass.”

You did not realise that you were staring out the window, not moving a step until you saw the dots of snow slowly landing on the glass. Your steps stumbled as you walked towards where he jumped out, your hand touching the chilled glass while the world outside was a scene of white.

He probably came and left on the back of some curse he had, not leaving even a trace.

You stared and stared, and wondered what it would feel like to be buried under the snow that was starting to pile up.

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Gojo asked you if you want to see him for one last time.

You refused.

Your bones were cracking with each twist of your joints as you finally got back to your own space after the whole fiasco that went down had you drained. 

Of all the days he had to plan an uprising, it had to be Christmas Eve. A heavy sigh slipped from your lips when the door locked behind you, the lights flicking on to show the red number on the calendar hanging on the wall.

It was quiet, the handle of the clock ticking was all you could hear. It matched the pounding in your ear, drumming and drumming as you stared upwards at the ceiling, sucking in a deep breath as the cold air filled your lungs.

So he really was gone now.

“He said he couldn’t manage to laugh happily from the bottom of his heart in this world,” Gojo called you again a moment later after the initial one, and you had to swallow the want to tell him that there was no need to tell you what he said when the other end fell into silence when you didn’t response.

Only there was. You knew there was.

At the back of your head, you had a faint memory of where you had put the old things that you couldn’t find somewhere to store when you moved out of your dorm room. It was hidden under the piles and piles of clothes and blankets that you never used, much like how you had not touched that box since you first put it there. 

You sucked in a deep breath when your fingertip touched the rough corner of the cardboard, reaching in deeper to pull it out. It was covered in dust and slightly crooked from all the things you had stacked on it, but still exactly the same as how it looked when you sealed everything inside with the cover and shoved it in your closet.

There was still an innocent sense of glee when you opened it and saw all the things that reminded you of your youth. 

The student handbook, and your student card that was stuck in there like a bookmark. The gold button in which some of the gold pain had already come off from years of wear and tear. Your graduation picture, which showed the three of you sitting side by side properly in all its rarity.

The familiar ache in your throat returned when you got to the bottom, where you found the sole reason why you dug this out. You smiled, your hand gingerly picking the thin film laying flatly there without a single crease on it.

He was looking at you, who had your face on his shoulder with an arm thrown around your frame. Your hand was on his neck, pulling him down towards you as you laughed and he laughed back at you. You did not remember who took it, or when it happened, but the rush of warmth in your chest as you held the picture in your hand must be the proof that you were happy. 

You should have thrown this away the moment you knew he was not coming back, but you didn’t have the heart to.

How could you when he looked so happy too?

Your thumb traced over the smooth surface of the film, over where his lips were nearly touching your hair, over his eyes that were fixed on you.

Couldn’t manage to laugh happily from the bottom of his heart... huh?

You laughed, at him, at yourself, before the droplet of tear finally fell.

Like there was smoke in your eyes.

Like the chill on your arm was not from the snow outside but from the taste of peppermint on your tongue.

[makeste]

What are your top 5 Bakugo moments in the series? What are your top 5 relationships (of any kind) in the series?

with the favorite Bakugou moments, I can do you five better -- I have a list of my top ten favorite moments here.

as far as favorite relationships, they would probably be

Bakugou and Deku/BakuDeku - I’m here for this one any way you want to do it. friendship, boyfriends, soulmates, rivals, whatever. I just like seeing them interact in any way, shape, or form. they are the core of the series, for me.

Bakugou and Aizawa - this is a relationship that I’m sort of obsessed with even though it’s rare to get any actual interaction between them in the manga. the thing is, I’m a huge sucker for world-weary mentors forming bonds with confused and wary adolescents with big chips on their shoulders who have too much pride to admit when they need help and guidance. and damned if this relationship doesn’t tick off all those boxes. the moment where Aizawa defends Bakugou during the press conference, and Bakugou listens over in the ol’ villain bar with this little smile on his face, because it meant everything to him to have that vote of confidence in his own inherent goodness at a time when it seemed like everyone else in the world was trying to throw it into question, is still one of my favorite scenes in the series. you can imagine how thrilled I was when it got a callback just recently when Bakugou was rushing in to defend him in return. anyway so yeah I love this. I have probably read every single Dadzawa & Bakugou fic on AO3. there are not enough of them.

Hawks and Endeavor - there is definitely not enough of this, either. plenty of people shipping them, but usually not platonically, much to my disappointment. I’m just a big proponent of Get Hawks A Dad 2020, okay. even if that dad is Endeavor. especially if that dad is Endeavor, because y’all know I’m a sucker for that character development.

All Might and Deku - by this point you’ve probably noticed a definite pattern of platonic dad ships here lol. I don’t know if I have mentioned this on this blog before, but I am aromantic (which is something that took me the better part of 30+ years to figure out, because sometimes stuff that seems really obvious in hindsight somehow completely escapes your notice for a stupidly long time)! which is probably one of the chief reasons I tend to be drawn to gen/platonic ships moreso than romantic ones. for me, familial love is something I can relate to much more strongly, and so relationships like the one All Might has with Deku, where he just loves him so much and he’s so proud of him, and he just ends up basically dedicating his whole life to helping him grow -- that just really hits me in a place I can actually understand. I for reals fucking cried when he hugged him on the beach after Kamino. I still get emotional thinking about that moment. something about the love a parent has for a child, and the trust that a child has in them. guh.

Bakugou and Todoroki/TodoBaku - last but not least, this absurdly stubborn little-friendship-that-could, born of Todoroki’s underrated ability to see right through Bakugou’s bullshit, and his decision to befriend him whether he likes it or not. actually I feel like I shouldn’t even use the word “befriend” there, because that implies that there was actually a process of him gradually becoming Bakugou’s friend, which I’m almost positive there was not. Todoroki literally just woke up one morning and decided that they were friends, and that was that. just like that it became a fact, and Bakugou never had the slightest say in it. any and all protests of “we’re not friends” are shrugged off with the complete and utter disregard that they deserve. Bakugou can say that as much as he likes; he can also say that the earth isn’t round or that the sky isn’t blue. it doesn’t change jack shit and they both know it. anyway so this is another one that, like with BakuDeku, I’ll ship romantically or platonically or anything in between, because either way the core dynamic of the relationship is pretty much going to be the same, and that’s what I enjoy about them. Todoroki basically just sort of adopted Bakugou in much the way one might adopt a stray cat, and that will forever delight me until the end of my days.

so there you go, my top five. at least, that’s what immediately came to mind. I do ship almost every relationship in this series to some degree or other, so there are probably other relationships that I’m forgetting right now which I won’t recall until after I click “post.” ah, well.

[isshuns]

the progression of things - discarded scenes

this is a dump post for scenes that were in the original draft, but never made it to final version of the fic. they bear no connection to the final version of "the progression of things”, but i liked them enough that i couldn’t bear just deleting these scenes (TPOT underwent a lot of editing and rewrites) ;_; they were part of the original premise where I wrote Miyano as ace/demisexual, but in the end it didn’t work out ;_;

click on the “read more” link if you’d like to read them, but take note, they’re were part of the rough draft, hence are extremely unpolished. 

Miyano remembers being fifteen, his school bag heavy on his shoulders, but his heart heavier in his chest. Every day he looks at the mirror in his bathroom and wonders why he was cursed with such feminine features, a smaller build than the rest of the boys in his school; everything on his face seemed wrong as though nature forgot to switch its genetic code back to “MASCULINE, MALE” when constructing his face.

He couldn’t blame his parents, they never had any say in what he’d look like when he was born, and his mother would be heartbroken to hear that her son, bearing such resemblance to her looks, actually hated his own.

But as slightly estranged as he was from his middle school classmates when his looks came up as a topic of conversation, Miyano still heard Things whispered amongst his peers, seen Things even, when his classmates included him in their weekly get-together to ogle at printed materials meant for a demographic way beyond their age.

In the flush of youth, where the boys in his class pondered over their body anatomy, fascinated with nature, and looked to adult magazines (stolen from their older sibling’s stash) for enjoyment, Miyano pondered over the harsh reality of his feminine features, upset but resigned with nature, and looked to fashion magazines (taken with permission from his mother’s collection) for pointers on how Not to appear even more like a girl.

(His father’s copies of Business Weekly helped a little too, even if only to remind Miyano how top businessmen in the country dressed for a business photoshoot with the press – suit, tie and expensive watch peeking from the cuffs.)

When the passage of time came and went and Miyano entered high school, he discovered the world of Boys Love manga and dedicated his free time to understanding the intricacies of this fascinating genre. Being a minor, the type of print he could obtain were fairly sweet and innocent, nothing too explicit save for some scenes that took place on a bed, the protagonists’ modesty preserved with a flimsily drawn blanket over their nude bodies.

Occasionally, a book or two with explicit content would make their way to his collection. The internet was also a place full of wonders and possibility, and once or twice Miyano would (secretly) look up the famous series promised with rave reviews, but somehow, Porn Without Plot never really stuck to his repertoire.

Even after becoming of age, Miyano still finds himself gravitating towards the safety that comes with the PG-13 books. There is a strange sort of comfort in consuming fiction that depicts love as something simple and uncomplicated, straightforward and representation that love– intimacy did not necessarily come hand in hand with sexual acts. Intimacy could exist with or without sexual acts and vice versa, whatever floats your boat, really.

For Miyano, it was always the build up leading to that ultimate confession scene (at the rooftop, under the cherry blossom tree by the school yard, the back of the school gym, endless options) that grabbed him by the feels and punted him into the sun. That’s where the highlight is!! He once told Sasaki, unable to hold back on his excitement that twinkled in his eyes.

And identifying all the event flags leading up to that very moment of their first kiss? Unparalleled. Truly the best of all scenes there is. Peak romance. The bedroom scenes (few and rare in his possession) are really just a bonus.

So, while his peers continued to chat about going through the motions in bed, the closest miyano could ever try to relate to during those conversations was the intimacy that came along with the idea of sexual intercourse.

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The moment Miyano is done with the last of his midterms and bids his notes goodbye (for now), Sasaki magically appears beside him and whisks him away to the nearby izakaya for a celebratory dinner.

“For getting through the first midterm week of your life~” His giant baby boyfriend coos, ever so sweet like the cakes he bakes.

Miyano pretends to be exasperated, shoulders dramatically slumping over the sticky izakaya table, but his heart knows better. It’s been one month since he’s started college (the one Sasaki also so happens to attend, not a coincidence at all), and the privilege of having more time to spend with one another makes Miyano giddy with happiness.

Gone are the days Miyano can only meet his favourite senpai for a handful of hours after club activities until the reality of their courseload slaps them in the face; gone are the days they have to rely on telephone calls and text messages, where the minutes and seconds flashing across the screen serve as an unforgiving reminder of the time they have left before they have to part ways.

It’s all gone now. Sasaki sits before him, in the flesh, and Miyano has always felt that seeing Sasaki’s smile in person would always be different from seeing it on screen. The grainy pixels on his phone can never do those handsome features justice, nor can it the warmth blooming behind his breastbone whenever Sasaki threads their fingers together and walks him all the way back to his dorm.

The freshmen all share a common dormitory block separate from the rest of the college students, something about building connections and getting to know each other better, so Sasaki insists on walking Miyano back to his room before he makes the trek all the way back to his own. The night is young, the dorms are peacefully quiet, and everyone is probably still out in town having a good time.

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Loathe as he is to do so, Miyano makes the executive decision to drop by the bookstore one afternoon to try and consult a few adult BL manga. It’s the worst idea he could ever come up with, he hates comparing his own relationship to silly BL manga tropes, but nothing short of an apocalypse would push him to ask the people around him whether it’s normal to… not think about sex in a romantic relationship. While the internet is a wondrous place full of answers and possibilities, Miyano figures it probably wouldn’t hurt to take a peek at how society tackles his questions through the lens of BL manga.

Hurriedly, just before his date with Sasaki, he randomly picks up one of the highly rated R-18 series, heads over to the payment counter quickly, and bolts out of the store the moment the cashier bags his purchases. He makes sure to stuff the damned volumes deep beneath his bag, out of sight, before he heads over to the café to meet Sasaki for lunch.

And when he’s finally back in his own dorm later that night, his roommate blissfully unaware and asleep, Miyano retrieves the book from his bag, cautiously peels away the plastic wrap before he settles down for the night to take notes.

His efforts are all for naught. Halfway through the series – one Junjou Romantica –, it takes Miyano all but 3 volumes before he calls it quits and and promptly closes the book. Guess there’s no way he can redeem his money now, unless Sasaki is into dubcon…? Well, that’s a thought for future Miyano to ponder on. Current Miyano just wants to sleep and wash the images out of his mind with bleach.

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he has no care for sex, but nothing compares to the tender happiness that comes along with partaking in something sasaki enjoys and yearns for. sasaki’s language of love has always been touch and spending time partaking in activities of common interest.

today, sasaki has picked a soothing lo-fi playlist as their background music. they’re seated on the bed, warmly nestled against each other as they browse through their respective manga

his eyes may be on inked pages, but his heart is long gone. he discreetly observes his boyfriend, the curve of his jaw, long lashes almost curling against the high of his cheekbones as his honey-gold eyes flit across pages and pages of content.

the fingers flipping through each page is steady, long, and miyano suddenly wonders how it would feel to have them splayed across his body, touching him in places his own hands have never ventured before.

“what’s wrong, myaa-chan?” sasaki smiles at him, eyes impossibly fond and kind.

well, fuck it, there’s no going back now.

“senpai, what do you think… about… BL with explicit content?”

sasaki blinks. miyano tampers down the urge to kiss those parted lips.

“you mean books with sex scenes in them?”

“yeah.”

“oh.” sasaki turns away, the hand that’s not rested on miyano’s shoulder has found a place on top of sasaki’s mouth. he’s embarrassed, miyano realizes, and somehow that makes him feel ten times more endearing than usual.

sensing that this was a topic his boyfriend wasn’t going to let go any time soon, sasaki clears his throat and returns miyano’s gaze head on.

“i’m fine with it. why do you ask?”

“i… well.” while miyano struggles for words, sasaki hand starts moving up and down his arm, soothing him.

“are you starting to read rated manga? it’s normal, at least, ogasawara’s girlfriend says so. so there’s no need to be shy, myaa-chan! if you want to recommend any, you know I’ll read anything you lend me. no judgment here.”

it should have been reassuring, but the thought that ogasawara’s girlfriend discussed with sasaki about explicit BL manga like it’s the fucking weather has miyano choking on his spit. what the actual fuck.

do people actually talk about these things? is miyano the abnormal one instead for never entertaining the thought of doing things with his significant other?! has he been missing out on some code of relationship couples ought to follow?! the BL mangas he read never said so!

“myaa-chan? are you okay?”

“you- you talk with ogasawara senpai about these things?”

sasaki’s cheeks colour a lovely shade of red. from his looks, he’s starting to catch up with where miyano wants the conversation to go. that’s a relief, because miyano honestly doesn’t know how to tactfully broach the topic without sounding like a dumb dumb about these things.

“yeah, i do.” sasaki admits, “but only once or twice, because ogasawara needed to vent about things. sorry, does that weird you out? i can stop. i don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“no, no, it’s fine. totally fine, senpai.” it must be a common boys topic that somehow eluded miyano and friends during high school. at this point, miyano’s face must be burning with the hot flames of embarrassment and shame, he’s pretty sure sasaki’s fingers can feel the heat all the way from where they are, stroking his cheek absently.

“what brought this on, if you don’t mind me asking?” sasaki asks a moment later, when the weight of silence in the room gets a little too much to bear.

“just… some friends talking about it the other day.”

“friends.”

“yeah… fine, classmates.”

“are you… thinking about it?”

at miyano’s surprised expression, sasaki backtracks immediately.

“forget i asked.”

“to be honest, i don’t know what to feel about it.”

“it’s okay, we don’t have to do what you don’t want to do.”

it’s so painfully awkward yet endearing at the same time.

“do you think about it, senpai? about us… doing those things?”

sasaki’s lack of an answer is extremely telling. the shade of red coloring his cheeks is probably bright enough to rival miyano’s own face.

“does it matter? i am happy with doing whatever myaa-chan wants to do.” sasaki finally says, but his eyes have shied away from miyano’s gaze, and something within miyano snaps.

“of course it matters. it’s you, sasaki-senpai. i want you to be happy too. i want to do things that you want to do too.”

something akin to hope blooms across sasaki’s eyes (surprisingly moist).

“thank you, myaa-chan. that thought alone makes me happy enough. let’s leave it here for now and let things progress as they naturally would, how about that? we don’t need to rush into anything. i’m really happy with where we are now.”

he knows that sasaki has caught on to his sexual orientation, no doubt. it’s been a year since he became of age, and yet the BL manga he still buys have never ventured into the explicit genre. briefly, he wonders if sasaki actually keeps his own stash of porn somewhere below his bed, like normal boys would do.

they aren’t in high school anymore. it’s been years, and yet until this point, the thought of doing something more than kissing and cuddling has never crossed miyano’s mind. he wants to cry at how respectful his boyfriend has been all this while.

“myaa-chan? myaa-chan? oh no, yoshikazu, don’t cry. i’m sorry if i said something wrong-”

oh fuck.

miyano has always been uncomfortable with displays of affection and attention, preferring to bask in the comforting arms of his daydreams and fantasies, but his love for sasaki burns greater and he will do anything he can to ensure that sasaki receives equal, if not more, affection and care than the amount his boyfriend showers him in.

scene ends with sasaki hugging miyano tightly, reassuring him and planting a kiss at the side of miyano’s temple. but it does nothing to seep away the frustration gnawing at his bones.

END

[murasaki-murasame]

Ao no Flag chapter 50 is out now, along with confirmation that the series will be ending Soon [tm]. Which on the one hand makes me sad, but on the other hand it’s heading towards a perfectly natural conclusion and it’d probably be worse if it got drawn out.

Anyway this has been your monthly reminder that the series is going to start getting official English volume releases in April 2020.

Thoughts on the new chapter under the cut.

There’s a lot to discuss with this chapter [in spite of it technically not covering much], but first I wanna talk more about the fact that we’re officially heading into the climax of the series.

I think we’re a chapter or two into volume 8 now, so I think it’s very likely this will be the final volume, in which case there’d be about five or six chapters left. Sometimes with manga, especially shonen manga, they announce that the series is entering it’s last arc or whatever and then the last arc takes like five years to finish, but I feel like that only really happens with super popular mainstream action type stuff. Usually with smaller series like this, this sort of announcement means we’re genuinely in the home stretch.

At most we might get a ninth volume, but since this is a monthly series, it’d still take like half a year for us to finish volume 8, so that’s probably where it’ll end.

I’m pretty glad that it’s going to end soon instead of drawing itself out, since basically all of the major plot points have been out in the open for a while now and everyone’s been slowly confronting and resolving their personal problems, so the series probably wouldn’t be able to keep going much longer unless they came up with entirely new things to drag it out, which would probably suck.

It’s still kinda sad that this means we probably won’t have time to explore much more with Masumi, but at the very least I’m happy with the amount of focus that all the other main characters have received thus far. And who knows, maybe Masumi watching how Touma is patching things up with his friends might give her the courage to come out to Futaba. Considering how everything with Touma’s been handled, it’d feel kinda depressing and unnecessary if Masumi just continues hiding her feelings right to the very end.

It’s also worth pointing out that the series ending soon probably also means that the crack theory I had [for lack of a better term] of Futaba being trans isn’t gonna happen, but that was never something I was super convinced about anyway.

I think so long as we at least get a scene of Masumi coming out to Futaba then I’ll pretty much be entirely satisfied with the series by the end, so that’d be nice. There’s a lot of small things i could nitpick, and other topics I could want the author to explore, but at the end of the day it’s been a perfectly great series, and I’m being kinda unfair toward it in terms of my expectation since it feels like it’s one of the only Shonen Jump series to tackle these sorts of topics at all and so the desperate part of me wants it to be perfect and to do everything, which is unreasonable. Really I just want there to be a wider variety of manga like this in the shonen demographic, lol.

Also, I still think that it ending with about eight volumes would lend itself perfectly to it getting a 25-ish episode anime adaptation. I think that’d be enough to comfortably adapt the entire thing from start to finish. But it’s still probably a pipe dream to expect a series like this to get an adaptation. At the very least, if it does, I hope they announce it before it ends, but I think the Astra Lost in Space anime only got announced several months after it’s manga ended, so who even knows.

Anyway, onto the actual events of this chapter, it’s basically just the rest of the conversation between Futaba and Touma, but it was incredibly good either way. Even though I continue to agonize over the fact that this series is monthly, lol.

I know I said this before but it’s still just so funny to me that Touma and Futaba WANT to get angry and argue with each other because they’ve got a lot of pent up feelings they dunno how to express, but they just keep circling back to being nice to each other and talking about their feelings and emotionally supporting each other.

Even at this point I still don’t know if I’m just getting my hopes up about how I’m getting more and more vibes of Taichi being bi, but this chapter in particular seems to really lay it on thick, lol. I mean, it’s just Futaba’s interpretation of Taichi’s feelings, and we’ve pretty pointedly not been getting a look into Taichi’s actual thoughts for ages now, but she was definitely trying to tell Touma that she thinks Taichi is grappling with the idea of Touma as a potential boyfriend.

I still feel like one way or another Taichi and Futaba are gonna continue dating by the end of the series, but it’d be really interesting if this does actually lead to an acknowledgement of Taichi also having feelings for Touma. Which would make everything way more complicated and depressing all around.

In a weird way I think it might actually make the inevitability of Touma being left single sting even more if Taichi does actually have feelings for Touma, since then it becomes a matter of Touma having ‘missed out on’ an actual potential relationship, instead of it having been a pipe dream right from the start.

I should probably stop being surprised by the stuff this series touches upon in spite of it being a shonen manga, and all the baggage and tropes that comes with, but seeing Futaba reply to Touma’s ‘it’s not like I can be his girlfriend or anything’ by going ‘and I can’t be his boyfriend, either’ was pretty hard-hitting. It at least makes me hope even more that they’re actually setting up for Taichi being bi.

One way or another they’ve been spending what feels like a really long time intentionally keeping us out of Taichi’s head, so with the series ending soon I hope that comes to a head soon. We really need some sort of proper face to face conversation with him and Touma where they actually hash out their feelings.

Kensuke’s still on my shit list and that probably won’t ever change, but I can’t really bring myself to feel disappointed or anything about how things are wrapping up between him and Touma. For one thing I don’t think that sort of scene in this chapter with them was ever gonna be the time or place for anything more deep or serious than the conversation we got, but even then, given what Kensuke’s like, him going ‘everyone in love grosses me out’ is something that I can at least somewhat accept as his way of trying to say that he’s not trying to single Touma out.

I still think he’s a shithead though and I’m side-eyeing all the online comments i’m seeing that are like ‘I’m glad the author isn’t demonizing Kensuke for not accepting Touma’s sexuality’, lol. Y’all are on thin fucking ice.

Anyway, with how this chapter ended, and the confirmation of the series ending soon, I’m really excited to see what happens next. The monthly wait is going to get even more agonizing now.

In general the main two things I want are 1: Masumi coming out to Futaba, and 2: Touma and Taichi having an actual conversation about their feelings. So long as we get that, I could take or leave anything else. Although it’d also be nice to see Touma come out to his family. But still.

[caesarontv]

iwaoi fic recs

it’s occurred to me that i read a lot but i don’t read many actual books so. here we go:

posted: 31/08/19

updated: 20/09/19

– new phone who dis - meruemsthighs • completed • 57,747 • teen

Oikawa texts the wrong number when complaining about Ushijima, and then keeps texting Iwaizumi.

– read it and weep - unknown • completed • 14,075 • teen

Iwaizumi Hajime writes an abrasive critique of golden boy Oikawa Tooru's terrible self-help book. What happens afterwards is a testament to how horrible Iwaizumi's luck really is.

– drawn to you - SportsAnimeRuinedMyLife • completed • 16,248 • teen

Iwaizumi is a shoujo manga author, Oikawa definitely isn’t stalking him and Hanamaki and Matsuwaka manage to make falling in love look easy.

aka. the GSNK crossover that no one asked for

– let me count the ways - whiitemists • completed • 4,162 • general

“iwa-chan, how much do you love me?” “more than i can count on all of my fingers and toes.” “you wanna use mine?”

– dyspnea/arrhythmia - carafin • completed • 10,812 • teen

In which Iwaizumi Hajime is a junior doctor suffering through his medical rotation, and Dr. Oikawa Tooru is his insufferable mentor. Medical AU.

‘I heard your internal medicine rotation’s going to be at Miyagi Central Hospital,' Suga says, turning to Iwaizumi. 'Who’s your mentor gonna be?’

‘Dr. Oikawa Tooru,’ Iwaizumi replies, and barely has time to yank his body back as Suga chokes on and almost sprays out a mouthful of alcohol.

‘What is it,’ Iwaizumi says, feeling a little unnerved.

In response, Suga simply drags a pitcher of alcohol from across the table, and starts to tip more beer into Iwaizumi’s glass. ‘You’re going to need this,’ Suga says.

– Coffee King - oiivkawa • completed • 187,790 • explicit

“I’m in love,” Oikawa declared, succumbing to the warm embrace of his arms once more, burying his head deep within the confines.

“You’re dating someone? Oh shit, I didn’t know that,” Kuroo whistled.

“I wish,” Oikawa responded with a sigh, memory flashing back to the handsome stranger and his green eyes, warm complexion, and those arms –

“Oh, so it’s that kind of love. Alright, hit me. What’s his name?” Oikawa’s face twisted down in an offended glare. “You don’t know his name?” Kuroo asked carefully, lips teetering on the edge of a smile.

“Not yet, but I will. Mark my words, the next time he comes in here I’m going to get his name and his number,” Oikawa announced firmly.

“That is, if he comes back. You know, this could have been a one time thing,” Bokuto reminded unhelpfully.

“I take back what I said earlier. I’m firing you,” Oikawa deadpanned.

– 21 Again - project_ecto • completed • 72,237 • mature

Oikawa, setter of the national volleyball team, and Iwaizumi, a university teacher, are going through a divorce that the latter initiated. An unwise Oikawa thinks the only way to save their marriage is to stall the divorce, until he meets a mysterious stranger who transforms him into his 21-year-old self. So he becomes what most 21-year-olds are: a university student. One that enrolls specifically in Iwaizumi’s school.

Oikawa then embarks on a mission to find out where it all went wrong but as he interacts with 31-year-old Iwaizumi in his 21-year-old self, Oikawa discovers a few things that changes his course. Loosely based on 17 Again.

– Arrest me Officer - leurauxe • completed • 122,275 • general (although i probably wouldn't call it that)

‘Perhaps getting mugged at two in the morning isn’t such a bad idea’ Oikawa thinks as he eyes the world’s hottest policeman settled in the seat across from him.

In which Oikawa is a news reporter head over heels for a commanding police officer.

– Dinner and a Movie - rikke • completed • 11,010 • teen

As a good vice captain, Iwaizumi would do a lot for his volleyball club's success and general welfare, including, apparently, fake dating Oikawa.

– Shiver - Yuu_chi • completed • 16,703 • teen

Oikawa was always the brave one. Hajime just followed two paces behind.

– florals for spring? groundbreaking. - MissMairan • completed • 24,373 • teen

Tooru considers himself a good person. An amazing one, really. He's raised his son after being quite rudely left by the mother, and Shouyou's turned out pretty alright, if someone asked him. So, when Shouyou's principal calls, saying his son had gotten in trouble for fighting, Tooru does what any self-respecting, fashion-designing-father would do. He agrees with his son: that shirt really is ugly.

– you’re looking like you fell in love tonight - anyadisee • completed • 34,930 • teen

“So, let me see if I understood this correctly,” Hajime says, slow and careful like he’s still waiting for some kind of punchline. “You want me to help Oikawa Tooru, a guy I barely know, because your boyfriend owes him a favor?”

“And you owe me a favor,” Hanamaki adds helpfully.

“That doesn’t even make any sense!”

“Sure it does.” Hanamaki’s smile widens. “Issei and I are practically the same person by now, anyway, so whatever favor you owe me, you also owe him. And by repaying me, you are repaying him, and in turn he is repaying Oikawa. Think of it as, like, the transitive property of equality. A equals B equals C. A equals C.”

“I know what the transitive property of equality is,” Hajime snaps.

[in which iwaizumi pretends to be oikawa's boyfriend.]

– I Followed Fires - EclecticInkling • completed • 66,742 • teen

“When the time comes, it will take you to safety. Just look towards the east,” his mother had said. He hoped she was right. He needed all the safety and help he could get if he was going to win back his throne.

– Phone Home - ghostystarr • completed • 6,553 • general

Oikawa Tooru is currently orbiting Earth at 445 kilometers per minute, but falling in love with the voice in his ear makes it feel so much slower than that. AU Iwaoi.

– the river runs - tothemoon • completed • 11,919 • teen

At the start of the new year, and one whole year since their breakup, Oikawa Tooru starts a list of daily reminders, tips, and tricks called HOW TO FORGET ABOUT IWAIZUMI HAJIME, and he’s determined to make it stick.

—

This is a firsthand account of how to deal (and rather spectacularly, at that).

– all the words of time and space - kagshina • completed • 46,712 • teen

greys_alien: you should change your username to “addicted2bugs” greys_alien: yours is boring greys_alien: i can’t be friends with someone boring

Half an hour later, he gets a message from addicted2bugs.

Or, Tooru needs a friend, Hajime just so happens to be on a chat site at the right time, and neither of them can predict what's to follow.

– When You Wish Upon a Star - emerald1963 • completed • 31,975 • teen

Hajime has no idea how this situation is even possible, but he’s one hundred percent certain that it’s all Oikawa’s fault.

Oikawa blames the aliens.

The Iwaoi body swap fic that this fandom needs, if not the one it deserves.

– to be first, to be best - kittebasu • completed • 26,404 • teen

Hajime is apparently something of a masochist, and as he stares down at the tie-dyed AREA51 T-shirt in his hands, he thinks “I’m totally in love with this asshole, aren't I?”

– Tokyo Boy - Verbrennung • completed • 16,655 • explicit

“Oh no, Tooru-” but thankfully Makki doesn’t say anything other than that. They reach for their drinks in sync, and Tooru tips his glass to his oncoming emotional apocalypse in one last sardonic acknowledgement of his terrible life before they both take a long pull of their drinks because oh yes, he’s fucked. He has feelings for Iwaizumi Hajime, who probably has casual lovers just like him in every major city he visits on business. Oikawa is just his Tokyo Boy, just another pit-stop on Iwaizumi’s travels. ~ A story about longing, and how not even 5,487 miles, a sixteen-hour time difference, or a 'casual' label can stop a stubborn heart (or two?) from falling in love.

– page 305 of 304 - izayas • ongoing • 45,435 • teen

“…she called you ‘papa’,” iwaizumi managed.

oikawa just stared for a moment longer before relaxing in a smile. “yeah. cute, right? but you can call me ‘daddy’ if you want.”

– Like One of Your French Girls - jibrailis •. completed • 4,054 • explicit

"I, Oikawa Tooru, captain of the Aobajousai volleyball team and all-around specimen of charm and talent, am completely and 100% a virgin."

– Superhero-sized Heart - manamune • completed • 4,508 • general

Iwaizumi loathes the day he has to tell the story of how he met Oikawa, because then he's going to have to explain why he suddenly grabbed him by his collar with a crying four-year old boy trailing behind him while dressed as Batman on the hottest day of the year.

– Six-Month Lover - afuzzyowl • completed • 89,000 • explicit

Iwaizumi barks out a laugh. “I’m still trying to get over the fact that you made a PowerPoint presentation about why we should date.”

Oikawa doesn’t tell him the file has existed for the last twelve years, constantly receives updates, and that the original copy contained almost a hundred slides before he forced himself to get a grip.

Moments in Oikawa’s journey to win over his best friend’s love: the sad, the happy, and everything in between.

– The 5 Times Oikawa Woke Iwaizumi Up - CheekyBrunette • completed • 7,186 • general

... And the one time Iwaizumi woke Oikawa up instead.

– In April - hiuythn • completed • 28,782 • teen

Tooru dates people and it takes Hajime a while to figure out why he hates it. Like six years.

– Because You’re My Home in Human Form - noelre • completed • 2,257 • teen

The thing is, the Oikawa Tooru he knows is vulnerable on Sunday evenings. Fragile. Insecure. Not at all like the peacock prancing in broad daylight spreading its flashy wings. It’s this Oikawa Tooru he’s willing to wrap his arms around and keep him safe from all harm the world tries to throw at him.

– yellow white red (camellia/gardenia) - unknown • completed • 9,012 • teen

An impressively annoying young man starts frequenting Hajime's flower shop. It goes downhill from there.

– in defense of our overgrown garden - carafin • completed • 2,595 • general

From: Ushijima Wakatoshi To: Oikawa Tooru

Dear neighbour,

Congratulations on moving into this neighbourhood with Iwaizumi. I hope you will enjoy your stay here, and I apologise for not being able to greet you in person, as I am a very busy man.

As you might have noticed, I have also placed a pot of flowers next to your doorstep as a housewarming gift. It is a rue plant, traditionally meant to symbolise ‘regret’. I have expended great effort to procure this plant for you, as this is not a common flower you can find in your neighbourhood florist. The symbolism is entirely intentional.

I look forward to seeing you (and your boyfriend) around.

Sincerely, Ushijima Wakatoshi

– Only Fools Fall - oseltamivir_phosphate • completed • 126,760 • mature

Oikawa had always wanted to be an alpha like Iwaizumi. He hated being a beta – the lesser status, but not entirely the least. That was until he experienced his first heat during his second year in university, and he wonders if it's too late to turn back into a beta.

– How Icarus fell in Love with the Sun - tsukkkiii • ongoing • 44,669 • mature

Oikawa has to find a fiance within a week or he has to leave Japan and thus his successful career and his friends. Obviously the best idea is to knock on his new neighbor's door at 11 pm and ask, "Will you marry me?"

Kind of a The Proposal AU. (Plot different)

(presumably discontinued, it was last updated in 2016 lol)

– i want you, i hope you’ll come to me - unknown • completed • 15,638 • teen

oikawa tooru has never received a love letter, but he's written five of them

– here’s to taking what you came for - Frenchibi • completed • 3,294 • general

“So - isn’t it obvious?” Oikawa spins around to face Iwaizumi, gesturing to the poster. “To solve our financial crisis - we pretend we’re dating!”

Iwaizumi stares at him for a full five seconds - before he throws back his head and laughs.

– electric feel - falchion • completed • 59,018 • mature

“Hey there,” Iwaizumi said, giving Oikawa a wry smile. “I’m your new god.”

There were two things Oikawa could tell about this man at a glance. One, that this ‘Iwaizumi’ guy was an asshole, and that two, he wasn’t going to hide that fact. Feeling himself grow hot at the condescending tone this man was taking with him, Oikawa shot him a steely look before lowering himself into a half-assed bow. “I’m Oikawa Tooru, I’m looking forward to working together with you.”

Not.

--

IwaOi model!AU, in which Oikawa is a model and Iwaizumi is his overbearing manager.

– Conquering the Great King - SuggestiveScribe • completed • 105,691 • explicit

Iwaizumi blinked his gaze over to Oikawa, "Last time was supposed to be a one time thing," he said, voice low, lacking some conviction.

Oikawa's lips twitched into a smirk and he brought them hovering just over Iwaizumi's, "One time thing, Two time thing, what's it matter as long as it's not a Relationship thing?"

– the yellow room - ohhotlamb • completed • 14,260 • teen

“I told you, we broke up like six months ago. We’re not dating anymore.”

Hanamaki eyes him suspiciously. “You live together.”

“Yeah, so?”

“There are pictures of you two kissing stuck to your refrigerator.”

Hajime shrugs. “That wasn’t my idea. Anyways, they’re good pictures. Good lighting.”

– just hear me out - loveclouds • completed • 7,679 • teen

To stimulate Japan's low birthrates and take most of the guesswork out of dating, a beeper system was biologically developed in people's wrists, an audible confirmation to show romantic compatibility.

Iwaizumi's beeper has been going off for Oikawa since they've been kids. Oikawa's has only ever been silent.

– no sleep in the city - loveclouds • completed • 7,344 • teen

Along their journey to find Tokyo's best ramen, Iwaizumi finds himself asked again and again why Oikawa is still single.

– the courtship ritual of the hercules beetle - kittebasu • completed • 66,307 • teen

Tooru is pretty sure he could manage the mating habits of a mosquito. It’s the mating habits of people he can’t seem to get right.

bonus:

– national hot dad alliance is now calling... - dicaeopolis, owlinaminor • completed • 58,210 • general

Sawamura Daichi: What the fuck.

(Or, the captains' squad interactions that definitely happen outside of canon, presented in Skype chat form.)

[lemonscreativeworld]

Daddy’s Baby Girls

Richie and Virgil discover Frankie’s kink and surprise him with it. 

“You sure he’ll like this, V?” Richie asked, squirming a bit on the bed.

Virgil snorted. “Of course he will. You saw how interested he was in that manga. He was ready to bust a nut in public.” He was sprawled out, hands behind his head like he was just relaxing after a day of college.

Still, the other boy blushed deeper, unsure of this whole thing.

The moment Virgil was talking about was a month prior, when they had dragged their shared boyfriend, one Francis Stone, out to the comic book store. One of the largest in Dakota, the other two had started looking over the newest Plant Man while Frankie wandered off. By the time they were done, they had no idea where he had gone. Searching throughout the front of the store had brought up nothing and then they decided to check in the back where the…less than child-friendly comics and manga were sold.

They found him in front of the hentai display, reading one of the books, sporting a huge boner. It was almost comical the way he shoved the book back in its display slot, blushing something fierce. He herded them out of the back, making excuses on how and why he chose that particular book.

It was strange, especially when they just barely made it home before he pounced on them. They were both sore and achy the next morning but it was worth it to go back to the comic book store -sans Frankie- and went to see exactly what had their hot lover so hot and bothered.

To their surprise, it was about a young woman in college forced to sell her body to a much older man due to financial troubles, ultimately becoming addicted to her ‘Papa’ and ending with her being his full time sex toy. It was weird; Frankie had never shown any interest in any of the kinks displayed in the hentai but yet he seemed incredibly aroused by it. It was hard for the older man to even find porn arousing. Something about most pornos being too annoying for him.

So that’s how they ended up here, dressed in lingerie with heart shaped holes cut around their pecs and hearts around their cocks and balls. Richie, as usual, was the shyer of the two, unsure of how to feel in his own body while Virgil took the lewdness of it all in stride.

“I-I-I still think we should’ve asked him about this, first. He might take this badly, Virg.”

Virgil looked over at his blond lover. His face was a bright red and it extended down to his dusky nipples. He was fidgeting, even as his cock was half hard. It made his own take interest, and he licked his lips at the sight.  

“C’mere…” He whispered huskily as he dragged Richie closer, pressing kisses to his face. They eventually found their way to his lips, Richie moaning into Virgil’s mouth. He let the other man take control, needing to ground himself from his overthinking.

They were flushed against each other, grinding their dicks together as Virgil reached down to idly toy with the large butt plug inside of him. Of course, Richie did the same as well, the both of them chasing their shared pleasure.

“V-Virgil…” Richie whimpered, moving the both of them so the dark-skinned young man was on top of him, allowing his lover to kiss and suck his neck. “Virgil!”

“Fucking hot, baby…” He murmurs, slipping his hand out from under the blond to reach up and pinch at a perky nipple.

He gasps, arching into Virgil’s touch. “Babe, oh fuck!”

“Well…what a welcome home…” A voice calls out through the lusty fog in their brains and they both turn to the door to see Frankie just coming back from his job at the docks. He’s shirtless with a pair of sweats on, obviously freshly changed from his sweaty, fishy work clothes. He’s holding a water bottle that he sips from. “You two starting to have fun without me? I’m hurt.”

This was the point where Virgil freezes up; his brain short-circuits on the line he was going to use to bait Frankie in. That was a problem, as Richie was normally too embarrassed with stuff like this to take an initiative.

But feeling Virgil’s heartbeat over his own, he takes a hard swallow before grabbing two handfuls of Virgil’s ass and pulled the cheeks apart, showing Frankie the end of the fire engine red plug. “We-We…we were just getting ready for you…” He choked out, remembering the line from the hentai. “D-Daddy…”

The plastic bottle crunched in the older man’s hand as he realized what this was all about. Water went all over the floor and sizzled where it splashed on his skin.

Finally rebooted, Virgil smiled wickedly, raising his ass higher as if he was presenting for his older lover. “We’ve been so lonely, Daddy, please play with us.” The lines were so cheesy, but it got a near literal fire lit up in Frankie’s eyes as he threw the water bottle somewhere behind him, stalking towards his cheeky boyfriends with predatory lust in his eyes.

“Fucking sluts, the both of you.” He snarled, slapping Virgil’s ass where Richie couldn’t get a hold of. He smirked viciously when he yelped. He slid off his sweats and the other two looked at his cock with such unabashed lust, it made him want to preen. He had never been harder in his life and all he wanted to do was absolutely wreck his boyfriends.

He got on the bed, taking the base of Virgil’s plug and sliding it out a bit before roughly shoving it back in. The delicious moans of the other man was addictive and he enjoyed playing with the both of them usually, but tonight…he had some nerds to pound.

Frankie was careful to pull it out, tossing it on the bed. “Daddy!” Virgil buried his face in Richie’s neck, moaning and whimpering. Richie himself was making soft noises of arousal, small thrusts making his and Virgil’s cocks slide together in the best way possible.

The older metahuman rubbed his dick between the other’s cheeks, teasing him and slicking himself up with the excessive lube there. “That’s it, princess. You’re a good girl for Daddy, ain’tcha?” He cooed, finally lining himself up. “Gonna wreck your pretty little hole…”

“D-Daddy…” Richie was the one who groaned this time, snapping Frankie’s attention to him.

“Don’t worry, Daddy��ll take care of both of his baby girls.” He said as he snapped his hips forward, roughly thrusting inside Virgil.

He had to bite down on Richie’s shoulder to keep from screaming; thin apartment walls were a bitch and they already had too many noise complaints. Nails raked down Virgil’s back, Richie’s arching up moving Virgil up as well and Frankie somehow pressed deeper inside. All three men moaned together.

Grabbing his hips, Frankie started a punishing pace for Virgil. He knew the exact angle to hit his dark-skinned lover’s prostate and the force of his thrusts moves Virgil against Richie. The two of them were whimpering and shivering, the blond man clutching his lover like an anchor.

“Sluts, the both of ya…” He gritted out, slapping Virgil’s ass again. “Gettin’ me all riled up right after I get home. Couldn’t even wait for that, could ya? I saw the way you two were all over each other. Whores.”

Richie could feel Virgil’s tears on his shoulder, knowing it was from pleasure. Frankie was often rough with them during sex, something they both enjoyed. So it wasn’t abnormal for his dirty talk to be just as arousing as any physical act.

What was a surprise was that Virgil suddenly tensed, gasping as he came suddenly. Even Frankie seemed shocked; out of the three of them, Virgil usually had the most stamina.

“Were you so much of a slut you couldn’t even last a few minutes with my dick?” Frankie chuckled, pulling out and loving the way the other man shivered.

“D-Daaaddddyyyy…” That long, drawn-out moan was a thing of beauty and Frankie leaned down to press a kiss to the small of his back. He gently moved Virgil to the other side of their king sized bed before turning his attention to Richie.

He already had his legs in the air, his hands under his knees to give his older lover better access. The garish yellow plug made him smirk and he just pulled it out, not wanting to waste anymore time.

But even the act of putting his cock in was too much for the pent up blond. With the right angle, Richie yelped as his orgasm was punched out of him.

Frankie pouted, sliding out. “What the hell? You two are so fucking spoiled. Not letting your Daddy come. And here I was being so nice to my baby girls.” He flopped down between them, putting his hands behind his head as he waited for them to get to work on his cock.

And they quickly did, both of them mouthing the hard shaft. Virgil leaned down to suck at his balls while Richie teased his slit. It didn’t take long for him to come all over their faces, being already so pent up and he came with a grunt. White covered their faces and while he wasn’t ready to go again, his cock twitched in interest as they licked and kissed the come off of each other’s faces. When they were done, they snuggled up next to Frankie; they would all be purring with content if they were cats, but the deep, satisfied rumble coming from Frankie’s chest was close enough.

“You little dickheads went back to the comic book store, didn’t you?” He asked with no small amount of amusement.

Virgil laughed while Richie just buried his face in Frankie’s neck. “Well, yeah. When your boyfriend almost creams in his pants in public while reading a Japanese porn book, you kinda get curious.” He says and Frankie just shakes his head.

“Didn’t think you guys would be so into it. Sorry if it…seems weird.” He seemed almost bashful but the two kisses on his cheeks set him at ease.

“It ain’t any worse than Richie’s bondage kink or my spanking kink. A kink is a kink, Frankie. And besides, it's not like you were reading it with high school girls or those weird ages where it blurs out the one in front of the three.” They all made gagging noises; the horrors of the internet reaching their minds.

He just held them closer. “Still. Thanks. Love ya both.” He yawned, the day of work and the sex making him sleepy. That set off a chain reaction, making the other two yawn as well.

“Love you too.” They both said as they drifted off. They’d all get cleaned up later but for now, they were comfortable right where they were.

[thehomierobbstark]

Request : headcanon of Erik being jealous

[A/N: Another headcanon-fic hybrid for the homies. I took this one and kind of did my own take on it. It’s got a lil a this n a lil of that 😉. I hope you like it anon! Thanks for asking :)] 

You would think that with all the confidence, accomplishments, and swagger Erik Stevens had, there would be no need for him to ever be worried about anyone else, especially when it came to the rock solid relationship the both of you’d built over the years

He was an incredibly educated, resourceful, and intelligent strong black man.

Unfortunately, it did nothing to keep him from always being just a little bit jealous.

“Hey, E? I’m gonna drop my stuff and go run to the store real quick. Text me if you need anything, ok?” you yell down the hallway, letting your work bags fall softly by the couch before slinging your purse around your shoulder and heading out the door.

“Get me some gatorade please! The clear kind!” he hollers back, head poking out from the bedroom. The front door closes right as he says it, and he chuckles to himself. ‘Always moving a mile a minute,’ he thinks, smiling as he thinks of you.  He makes his way out into the living room to grab his phone, texting you the information you missed and to remind you to slow down.

On his way back, he passes your stuff on the floor, scooping up the bags to put your things in your home office. As he grabs your computer bag, something falls out of the front pocket, a small red envelope addressed to a ‘Miss Y/M/N’ with hearts drawn around your name in the shape of another heart.

Erik picks it up, eyeing it while he turns it around in his hand for more details. He didn’t want to open it because he trusted you too much to be looking through your stuff, but he was curious who it could be from since it wasn’t February or anywhere near your birthday. And nobody ever called you by your middle name except for him (well, sometimes).

When he gets to your office, he places the rest of your stuff on your desk, plopping down in your chair, still fingering the card and twirling it between his hands.

It was already open, the seal broken, so he figured it couldn’t hurt to just take a quick look at it. It was just a card, after all. Probably a thank you from one of your work wives or something for all your hard work.

Pulling out the card, he opens it, the neat words written in near perfect cursive, almost looking like one of those instruction guides on how to write script. 

It read: 

‘The last three weeks have been the best I’ve ever had. I can’t wait to show you what else I can do this Friday.’

Love,

Bakari

The thing about Erik Stevens was, once he started to become suspicious, he became very dramatic about it, very fast.

And it never took much to get him suspecting.

“What the… yo who the fuck is this Bakari nigga?!” he gets heated within a millisecond, flipping the card over obsessively to try and find a number or something to let him know who this secret admirer was. 

There wasn’t even an address on the envelope, which meant that this fool either gave it to her when she was in class, or walked his bold ass up to his house, HIS HOUSE, and dropped it in the mailbox.

Erik couldn’t wait till you got home so you could explain to him what the hell he was looking at. He couldn’t believe some random no good nigga was tryna put the moves on his girl. Not his baby girl.

While Erik was back at home having a stage 5 meltdown, you were currently in the pasta isle trying to find the right udon noodles for the Anime and Manga marathon you and Erik had planned for this weekend.

You were super excited to show him your all time favorite Manga, Pearl Pink, which was the first manga you’d ever read.

You get a text on your phone, the device buzzing away in your back pocket as you reach down to grab your chosen noodles.

Thinking its more grocery demands from your black hole stomached boyfriend, you ignore it, waiting until you’re done shopping in this section to head over to the frozen isle he no doubt wants you to go to.

Erik: Y/N. Call. Me.

Erik: We can talk about this baby! Just tell me who Bakari is

Erik: I know you see these text messages girl, you better answer me goddammit

Erik: I’m sorry babygirl, I ain’t mean to curse at you like that. I just wanna talk baby please call me back.

Erik: Aight, coo then. 

All within a span of three minutes

He’d reneged on his earlier plan to wait until you got home, his anxiousness pushing him to reach out to you immediately.

He just wanted to hear your voice, hear something in it that told him that you were still his.

You’d just finished dumping a couple bags of your favorite Shrimp Chips into your basket, unsuspecting of the turmoil unraveling at home when your phone buzzes again, this time longer than before. 

You pull it out and look down to see that Erik’s calling you. Apparently he was getting very anxious about his food.

You put the phone to your ear, answering sweetly. “Hey baby, what you need?”

“You at that nigga house, ain’t you?” His voice was gruff and short, a stark contrast compared to the way you just answered the phone. “I knew I should of gone with you!”

Your face scrunches up into confusion. “Whose house? Erik what are you talking about?”

“Don’t try and front babygirl I seen the card!! How could you do me like that baby? After all we been through?!” You can hear his voice start to rise to an almost hysteric pitch, and you wonder if he’s been drinking since you last saw him 30 minutes ago.

“What card, Erik? Baby, slow down, you’re freakin me out. Look, I’mma be home in a second baby can you just hold on-”

“Just tell me who Bakari is Y/N! I just wanna know who that bitch ass nigga is!”

You pause, stopping in your tracks from rushing to push your cart to the nearest checkout line. You throw your head back and cackle, laughing so loud you scare the white elderly couple standing to your left. You wave your hand at them, trying to weakly apologize as tears threaten the corners of your eyes while you attempt to catch your breath. You dropped the phone in the cart when you bursted into hysterics, and all you can hear are the small faraway sounds of Erik trying to get your attention again.

“Why you laughin like that? Oh you forreal cheating on a nigga, huh? I can’t believe you got me out here looking stupid like this! I’m bout to run up on this mf…”

~~~

The Next Day

“Will you stop pacing please? You look like you’re ready to fight somebody.”

“I am ready to fight somebody Y/N. Yo you need to stop playing and just tell me where this nigga at so we can talk. I just wanna see wassup real quick.”

You start giggling again, chest bouncing as you try to stifle it with your hand over your mouth. You couldn’t wait to see the look on Erik’s face once he found out who it was.

The classroom empties out, the new students filtering in, ranging in all ages as they move about to find their seats in the college classroom.

Erik scans every guy who enters, sizing him up, trying to see if its him.

“Is it that nigga?” he leans over and whispers to Y/N, nodding to the dark chocolate brother with long dreads hanging down his back. “Really Y/N? You was gon trade me in for a hotep?” he looks at you bewildered, and you almost spit your coffee out your mouth. Oh, the irony.

“Look, Erik, you not bout to embarrass me here so you better shut the hell up and relax.” you whisper harshly, and he grumbles in submission, leaning back in his chair as his eyes still scan the students.

The bell sounds and you clear your throat, standing up from your chair and smoothing out your dress.

“Alright class, today we have a very special guest from the Wakandan International Outreach Center, Mr. Erik Stevens!”  Erik lifts from his chair, plastering on a warm smile as he waves around the room, greeting everybody before sitting again.

You continue. “He’ll be here to give us some information at the end of class on some of the amazing programs they have to offer over at WIOC.  In the mean time, he’s gonna be up here, helping us with our final projects!” you clap your hands together, and the class erupts into cheers, excitement over the days events filling up the room.

You step out in front of your desk to walk around the room, holding your chin as you think out loud.

“Hmmm… who wants to be the first one to come show Mr. Stevens what we’ve been working on? Anyone?” you ask, and a bunch of enthusiastic hands shoot up, waving around vigorously. 

“Hmmm… how about you, Bakari?” Erik’s head snaps towards the class, eyes looking around vigorously for the culprit. 

He scoots back from his chair, nearly running to the front of the class before colliding with you, hugging you tightly. 

You return the hug, looking back to see Erik’s face looking completely dumbfounded, and you snicker, taking a mental picture of it. You look down at the 3rd grader, smiling brightly.  “You ready to get started kiddo?”

“Yeah, Miss Y/M/N!”

You spend the next 15 minutes with Bakari and Erik at the whiteboard, practicing calligraphy samples for the class to see.

Erik is horribly bad at it, and Bakari sees to it to teach him how to do it, much to the amusement of both you and the students.

After a few more teaching lessons and a quick recap, you give the class 45 minutes to work on their final projects, the buzz of parents helping their children and exchanging information for play dates, giving the room a low hum.

You walk back to join Erik at your desk, finally taking a seat.

“So, Bakari is -”

“My 8 year old calligraphy student, yes.” you finish for him, cheeky smile peeking through as you rest your head in your hand and look at him.

“Your weekly Calligraphy classes,” Erik chuckles to himself, remembering now. “I completely forgot about them,” He blows out a sigh, running his hand down his face. Of all the possible scenarios he’d imagined, this one was the absolute furthest from his mind.

“I figured,” You snorted. “It’s only a four week program now that the college cut the funding. They’re saying they can only afford the curriculum for the grad and undergrad students now going forward.” You share, a little saddened at the news. You’d grown to really enjoy the extra curricular classes you got to teach outside of your regular art classes, and you were really heartbroken because you’d really grown to love the students too.

Erik takes your hand down by your lap, rubbing a thumb over the back of it. 

“Hey, the Outreach Center’s got more than enough funding to help keep the classes going, and plus we’ve been trying to get more involved in higher education programs anyway to better support our high school participants. This could be a great start for us.” he tells you, squeezing at your hand for assurance.

You look over to him, completely and utterly content with everything the man before you was. You don’t think you could ever love another person as much as you do Erik.

You smile, nodding your head to accept his offer. “I’m still tryna see this fight that you promised me, tho. What did you call him again? A bitch ass nigga?” You tease him, and he leans his head back and closes his eyes, quietly groaning.

“You’re never gonna let me live this down, are you?” he mutters, still embarrassed.

“Never.” You say, and you both laugh together. You link your pinky with his under the desk, both of you holding on to each other as you look out over the class.

[ancientbooshartifacts]

Could You Ever Love Me?

Author: Vous_et_moi

Year: 2008

Rating: R

Pairing: Mike/Dave

“We should tidy up, Mike”

Dave swung one leg idly down off of Noels bed, it was a sham that movement, he had no intention of getting the other leg off of the bed, or getting up at all, he was comfy, Noels bed was huge and soft and bouncy with hot pink sheets. It must have cost a fuck load this bed.

“Mmm Yeah we should really tidy up.” Mike stretched beside him, letting his t shirt ride up, he scratched his head and mussed up his hair before grinning, “But I don’t think I will, I think I’ll just lie here and hope it tidies up itself.”

Dave grinned and swung his leg back up onto the bed, rolling over until he could lie on his stomach, “I don’t think it will Mike. And I think Noel is goanna be pissed at you if you don’t make the effort to maybe sort out the living room at least.”

Mike snorted and moved his hand down to his chest, leaving it there casually, in his other hand was the remote, he flicked through the channels, wrinkling his nose every time he caught sight of a soap, “He shouldn’t have given us his place while he was away then should he. House sitting, honestly? How paranoid is he?”

“Well, he did get broke into last time, and all them paintings nicked.”

Mike frowned, remembering “Yeah, and Dee’s diary, she was well upset, cried for like a fortnight. But I aint seen it kicking about anywhere on the internet and believed me I’ve looked,” Mike nodded and yawned. It was 10 past 12 in the afternoon, and they had been awake for roughly 15 minutes, sharing Noels bed the night before neither wishing to crash out on Noel’s lumpy sofa that may well have been direct form the sixties. They’d bunked together loads of times before, Mike was used to Dave’s deep breathing, Dave was used to Mike never lying still. “Pass us that cherryade Dave, my legs don’t work.”

Dave tutted and rolled his eyes, but made no effort to move. It was just a lazy Sunday, he didn‘t have to do anything for anyone. What time had they got in last night? Must have been near to four in the morning. “Lazy boy. Poor Dee, I bet it’s somewhere, like those total obsessive pages, but they’ll be keeping her secrets sacred, not realizing how much they’ve violated her privacy anyway.”

“She says its more because she writes down dreams she has rather than secrets, and how she feels if her and Suzie fight-”

“Suzie. You’d never call her that to her face.” Dave snorted with laugher, remembering when Noel had called her that once and she’d flipped, the only one who could get away with it ever was Dee. Mike grinned as well staring at the ceiling, before turning his head to look at Dave.

“Nope, neither would you. Dave please just pass us that cherryade?”

Dave frowned, and shook his head, “Its on your side. Noel bought her that book the day we all went to that really crap fair YEARS ago, do you remember?”

How could they forget that day at the really crap fair. It was scratched into his memory like graffiti on a school desk.

“Yeah, you won that goldfish that died the same day. Dee made us all write her a message in her new shiny notepad her new shiny boyfriend had bought her.”

“Yeah and you wrote something like ‘Hi from Mike, Dave’s Goldfish died today, like it was all a big joke” Dave put his head in the pillow, half joking, half remembering what I had felt like to have them all make fun of hem like that, it wasn’t that he got emotionally attached to the fish he’d known all of five minutes, it had been the concept that had just been so sad.

“You were proper gutted about that fish man, it was funny. Its on my side but I cant reach it without getting up, if you lean over me you can get it easy and not have to get up.” Mike stretched out his arm as if it illustrate his point, Dave sighed and pulled himself up a bit, he leaned across Mike, trying not to take his time in case that feeling hit him again and reached for the bottle.

“I was gutted because the poor thing had only ever known life in a plastic bag and I wanted to set it free.”

“You’re a freak. And don’t lean on my chest!” Mike shifted uncomfortably, nearly causing Dave to drop the bottle he had stretched out painstakingly to get.

“I’m getting your damn Juice.”

“Thanks.” Mike unscrewed the cap and took a long drink, frowning as he did so. “Ugh it’s gone all flat. And anyway I checked those sites too and I got nothing.”

They all knew about “those sites”

“Yeah? Even the Photoshop ones?”

“Yeah.”

“Even the Mighty Bumming sites?”

Mike nodded slowly, as if he were considering something, “Yeah. It’s not just Vince and Howard you know, there’s Noel and Julian, Old Gregg… there was one called Fossil fun time”

Dave groaned and Mike grinned, putting the lid back on the bottle and setting it down on the side he lay back down next to Dave, pulling a little sad face at Dave who was just glaring at him peering out between the pillow and his messy fringe.

“Thank you Mike you just made me want to die. Did you read any?”

Mike pulled a face and shook his head a little too wildly “No! like, 90% of them involve my brother in some form or other.” He grinned then, wickedly, and shot Dave a mischievous look, “Well I have, like two. Just to see.”

“Ones with Noel?” Dave grinned into the pillow, just as Mike hit him with his own.

“Ack no! don’t be foolish Dave.”

“Who then?”

“You’re awful keen David Brown. Do you want me to send you the links when I’m next on MSN?”

“Am I in any?”

“Aw Dave! Coarse you are mate! Boosh weirdo’s love you! You feeling left out?” Mike smiled wickedly again and shuffled over so he was eye to eye with Dave.

“Shut up. Just wondering, cause you know, the constant disguises…”

“Nah yeah you are. You’re quite a slut really with the men folk. You’ve had us all.”

“Nah.” Dave said, rolling onto his back and looking disbelievingly at Mike.

“Yeah, even Julian, though he’s really pining for Noel and you’re just being a mate by lending him your arse.”

“I’m selfless I am, mate. I think that’s how you know you’re famous. If you look on the internet one day and find yourself being bummed by your best mates.”

“Yeah totally, you’re just not it if you’ve not been written into erotic fiction.”

They laughed together then, it was an odd sort of flattery, but it worked out ok.

Dave remembered something Dee had told him once, about Noel and Julian stories, and smiled, “You know they mush up names? Dee told me-

-she goes mental over the stuff the freak.” Mike muttered, he was never very keen on how Dee would always ask Noel and Julian to kiss, but he guessed he didn’t like seeing his brother kiss anyone.

“I know apparently she makes Noel read it all the time,” They rolled their eyes in perfect unison, “anyway, so like, Howard bumming Vince is like, Howance or something. And Julian and Noel is Noelian-”

Mike tutted loudly at that, “I hate that. Noelian is a language me and him made up as kids, those nutters have tarnished it now.”

Dave laughed, but patted Mikes arm reassuringly, his hand lingered there for a little too long so he pretended to stretch to cover it.

“We’d be like…Dike.” He didn’t know why he said it, why he would bring that subject up around Mike at all, and he blushed heavily; luckily they were both looking up at the ceiling.

“Nope, we’re not.” Mike eventually said.

“What?”

“We’re not. We’re Mave.” Mike said this so matter-of-factly, as if he’d known for ages, that Dave turned to look at him questioningly.

“Mave? There’s no humour in that. We should be Dike.”

Mike grinned as he stayed looking up at the ceiling, “Why don’t you make an official complaint, they’d listen to you.”

“Encouragement they don’t need mate.” Dave laughed, shaking his head, Mike did the same.

Dave looked at Noels bed side table, where Mike’s laptop he’d brought over was sitting… It couldn’t hurt to look could it? Just to see? Mike had seen it, obviously, even if he hadn’t gone looking for it.

“Where are you going?” Mike asked as Dave sat up suddenly, he grabbed the laptop and flipped it open, pressing the power button, “Did you actually just switch on that laptop? Dave you’re a perve.”

“I’m just curious now like.” Dave tried to defend himself, but smiled despite himself, “How do you find it?”

“Go to Google. I dunno, ‘Mighty Boosh’ um, ‘fan fic‘, who do you want?” Mike asked, sitting up beside him.

“Be rude to read anything but Mave right now, with the others not here to defend their sexuality.”

Mike laughed, “Alright type in ‘Mave’ then… nah wait that’ll be too specific we’re not that well loved, just put ‘fan fic’ and we’ll find it from there.”

“Ok.”

“And Click.”

“Yes Mike I know that bit, I’m not form the past.”

Mike held up his hands defensively in front of him but he was smiling, “don’t get touchy with me just ‘cause you’re slow on the computer.”

“Your only fast cause you’re always looking up Naboo porn” Dave shot back grinning, but Mike pulled a face.

“Do not even joke about that. Sometimes I find it very hard to look at you dressed as a monkey.”

“Really? Bollo? That is odd.” Dave grinned, “Boboo?”

“Haha, maybe.”

They watched as the Google page loaded, Dave’s eyes widened at the sight of the hits total.

“Fucking Hell 16,400.”

Mike nodded from beside him then sighed.

“Just click on the first one. Oh this is the Livejournal one I’ve been here.”

Dave didn’t really want to know how Mike knew all these sites.

“Ok, how do search through this site.”

“Give it here. You’re useless, stick to taking photos… Do you not use digital?”

“Well yeah But I’m good with computers, not weird ass websites.”

Mike looked a little offended about that, leaping to the fan girl defence, “Hey you were the one who wanted to see, don’t call them weird! It’s very popular and widely excepted kink in Japan.”

Dave snorted with laughter, “What, Mave?”

Mike grinned, “No, Boys with boys. They love it. It’s over romanticized and the boys are drawn like chicks anyway but boy on boy anime and manga is everywhere.”

“You are too into Japanese culture.”

“It’s better than ours. Here’s some.”

Mike passed the laptop back to Dave and got up out of the bed and headed for the door, Dave looked up at Mike in surprise.

“You not going to read it?”

Mike laughed, “I’ll be back, I’m gonna make some food.” He hopped towards the door and Dave started scanning the words on screen, “Do you want some?”

“Yeah sure… Mike I like your warm eyes… they make me feel safe.”

Dave was grinning as he read, Mike smiled as well, as he watched a pink blush crawl up Dave’s face, “Shut it and read, don’t poke fun out of embarrassment, it’s fine to be turned on, I am a very sexy man.

Dave kept grinning, reading the story, Mike watched as his eye brows raised slowly up into his hair line, Dave’s eyes flicked back to Mikes, Mike always got a little flip in his stomach when he saw those eyes from a far, so blue, “ And apparently very sluttish… since when do you giggle?”

Mike skipped over back to the bed, “I’m always doing that in these. Do you want me to find a more “us” one… There was one I read that could have been true, I’ll find that.”

Mike grabbed the lap top back off of him and started typing in. Dave frowned, could he really read something that read like him and Mike…doing it… sex…

“I dunno that might be a bit weird. Oh ok then since I’m reading it anyway.”

“Ok, can you please go switch the oven on… please?”

Dave shuffled through to the kitchen, Mike looked up his favourites. What? Don’t you judge him, it’s hard enough being in love with your best mate and thinking that you’re perfect for him without being in the knowledge that quite a few people in the world very strongly agree with you and you not to go looking at what they’ve been saying.

Dave came back through and Mike had the story up. He sat the laptop down on the bed and went towards the door himself, passing Dave and the way, brushing past.

“Ok there you go… Do you want an egg?”

Dave looked puzzled, “Is there even eggs?”

“I dunno.” Mike grinned, “Thought I should ask. That‘s what I always get asked.”

“Nah its alright.”

“Ok. Have fun. You should leave the girl a review, she’ll never know, bless.”

Dave had already started reading, “Uh huh”

Mike clattered around in the kitchen, finding stuff to cook, there was a pizza in the fridge that would take ten minutes, that would do.

…Dave kissed Mike softly, unbelieving, he never thought he’d find himself in this position, but yet he had, and he found that he wasn’t so opposed to the idea, maybe it was the weed, or the beer, or the high of finishing another live show but as Mike pulled as the bottom of he t-shirt he felt him holding his arms off, they only broke the kiss so the thick material couldn’t be pulled over his head…

Dave stared at the screen unblinking, chewing on his bottom lip his eyes dragged along the page, soaking up every word, wishing he could fall through the page…

…‘This isn’t right…’ Dave whispered against Mike’s skin, even as he said it he didn’t stop from pushing him gently down on the bed, Mike shook his head, to disagree with Dave or to shake away his words he didn’t know, all he knew was how wrong and terrible and amazing it all was …

Was it wrong to sit here in one of your best mate’s room reading a story where you’re about to fuck his little brother and getting off entirely on it? Of course if he wasn’t in Noel’s room and Mike wasn’t in the next room he’d be getting off on it a lot more. But as it was he is, so Dave resisted his urges and just kept reading.

“Alright Dave do you want sauce? Dave?” Mike came ambling back through with the pizza and a couple of plates, Dave was sitting cross legged on the bed staring at the screen looking vaguely shocked, Mike grinned but tried to get rid of the smile just as it came. He put the food and the plates down on the chest of drawers that stood by the far wall, and moved towards Dave, who gave no signs of even noticing that Mike had come in. “Dave?”

“Uh…” Dave responded unblinkingly still staring at the screen as if hypnotised, Mike laughed a little and sat down beside him, waving his hand in front of Dave’s face.

“Dave are you ok… Dave?” Dave managed to tear his eyes from the screen and looked at Mike, however he couldn’t hold Mikes gaze so he looked at his hands instead.

“I’m ok.”

Mike bit his lip to stop him from smiling, he couldn’t help it really, Dave just suddenly looked much younger than he was… like 12, “You don’t look ok you’re all flushed. You want me to open a window?”

Dave shot Mike a dirty look for a second, but caught Mikes grin by accident, he looked back at the computer and shook his head disbelievingly, “How would they know that?”

“What?” Mike shuffled over so he could see what Dave was looking at, Dave pointed at the screen

“All those things…Like, you’d say that… and I’d probably say that and I eh… I do like that. And you… I don’t think you’d do that though… But… and…” Dave trailed off, looking down at his hands he pulled his sleeves over his knuckles like he would if he was out in the snow, only if there was any snow near him just now he reckoned he would melt it in an instant.

“Dave?” Mike smiled gently, Dave looked incredibly sweet when he did that, Mike sometimes forgot about the five years between them, “Are you ok? Was it too much for you?” He laughed a little, “Do you want to lie down?”

“I… Mike?” Dave bit his lip.

“What?”

“Would you ever want to do that?” The back of Dave’s neck had gone scarlet, Mike had the urge to blow on there, cool him down… That might not, actually, cool things down at all.

“What like in that story? Like with you or any guy?” Mike was definitely testing the waters now, winding Dave up… he was allowed to though, it was his right as the youngest to be an annoying twat.

“Uh…” Dave paused, still looking at his hands, “a guy?”

Mike stalled, wondering if it was worth telling Dave about the couple of drunk fumblings he’d had a while back, with boys he wasn’t ever sure he was really that into and that he was never sure they were really that into him. “Yeah. I have.”

“Really?” Dave looked up then, in shock, and the sudden intense gaze made Mike blush furiously.

“Yeah.”

“Ok, wow.” Dave’s mind wondered about thinking who and when and why, there might have been a touch of jealousy about it, “Me?”

Mike swallowed, decision time, admit that yes, he did want to do those things with Dave, a lot, quite often, in as many places as legally available to them, and perhaps some non legal places too, like that forest up the road from where Dave used to stay, OR make a joke about it hope he doesn’t get upset and carry on with the not-so-perfect-but-God-you-don’t-want-to-loose-it friendship.

“Maybe. Dave do you…” Mike sighed, “you can’t fancy me just because of something you’ve read on the internet-”

“I liked you before.” With this admittance Dave’s head snapped down and he was back to looking at his sleeves, Mike’s heart did a somersault. And a jimmy flip.

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

Gotta love those awkward pauses.

“Ah right. Cool.” Mike grinned despite himself, Dave cleared his throat and looked back at the screen.

“This is really good. But I wouldn’t have done that.”

“No?”

“No… I would have done it more like…” Dave very slowly, very nervously moved a hand up Mikes side round to his back, he stoked his thumb right the way down Mikes spine, Mike shivered a little and wriggled closer to Dave, “yeah?”

“Yeah… that’s quite good, it’s better than hers.” Mike mumbled, staring at Dave’s mouth, wanting to lean over and kiss him, but what if they were just mucking about, what if this wasn’t leading where he thought it was leading? If he kissed Dave it would be a commitment, that would be out there, in the world, forever.

“yeah, and then I would have brought your hand here like…” Dave brought Mike’s hand to the top of his thigh, Mike moved closer still to Dave, pressing up against him, they held each others gaze.

“Like this?”

“Yeah like this.” Dave wasn’t sure who pushed who, but suddenly they were lying down. “But you wouldn’t have said I love you, you would have said something more Mike, like…”

“Like I hope you have that fiver cause I usually ask for cash up front.” Mike grinned as did Dave, shuffling a little so he could lie across Mike a bit more, he brushed Mike’s hair away from his face, their smiles fading away a little.

“Yeah like that, so I’d have to shut you up… like this.” Dave leaned down and kissed Mike, gently at first and then more demanding, seeking entrance to Mike’s mouth and he submitted more than willingly, playfully biting down on Dave’s bottom lip. Mike tasted like artificial cherries, the type you get on cakes. Dave lets out a very small moan, before pulling away, is this still just mucking about?

Mike takes a minute to get his breath back, as does Dave, they exchange sly glances, neither wanting to break the silence but Mike wants to see how the story ends.

“…Yeah that would have probably worked. Then what?”

“Well…” Dave considers for a moment, writing out in his head how he wants his sex scene to go, “I’d go like this.”

Dave has one leg in between Mike’s thighs now and he grinds down, Mike gasps a little in surprise, he hadn’t noticed just how turned on he was, or just how hard Dave was, he wants Dave to do it again but a nervous eruption of butterflies in his stomach slows him down and stops him from bucking back the way he wants to. Mike wasn’t lying when he said he’d been with other boys, there had been two, one in high school and one on holiday, but it had felt very different from this, playful. This was something else.

Dave had ducked his head down; writers block. Mike bit his lip, he guessed this was his story as well, he should maybe contribute, after all, he was the one who had the experience in this field, yes?

“Yeah… Yeah and I’d hold onto your hips real tight and …” He closed his eyes and thrust up, Dave groaned a little and hid his face in Mike’s neck, “do that.”

“But if you did that I’d have to respond with this,” Dave brought his face back up and manoeuvred himself fully in between Mike’s legs, he ground down and the same time brought a hand up underneath Mike’s t shirt and rubbed his thumb over one nipple, kissing Mike harshly, Mike moaned into his mouth, the noise sounding so needy that Dave responded with a groan of his own, his hips still working over Mike.

They broke for air, Mike still gasping and wriggling up against Dave like a dream, Dave resisted the urge to growl.

“Would you?” Mike eventually says, in between gasps, Dave slows down his ministrations and kisses Mike briefly on the lips.

“Yeah.”

Mike grins with his eyes shut, “With what sorry?”

“This.” Dave smiles but grinds down again, tugging at Mikes t shirt somehow they manage to get it off over his head without breaking the contact at their hips, Dave still grinding down with Mikes hands back down at his hips, both of them now only in their boxer shorts, Dave is suddenly very horribly aware that his boxers say “sex kitten” on them, a jokey pair that Dee had bought him to go with her briefs when they were mucking about doing dance routines in their pants. Maybe Mike wouldn’t pick up on that just now. And maybe the sun won’t rise tomorrow morning.

“Mmm, I’d like that.” Mike mumbled, moving his hands around a little, one on his arse, trying to speed up Dave’s movement, Dave let him.

“Good, cause I wouldn’t stop.”

“Not ever?”

“Not ever, if I didn’t have to.”

And he meant it, he could do this all day, thrusting and kissing and panting and wanting, it was too good, far too good, Mike was far too good at this, he thought about Mike’s past history with boys, how much did he know? Was he himself alright? Or was he lacking? Mike seemed to be enjoying himself, but what if he was only trying not to hurt Dave’s feelings?

Mike dropped his head to one side, revealing a lovely amount of neck that Dave took full advantage of that, biting down. Mike let out a strangled groan, you couldn’t fake that could you? And you couldn’t fake that hardness. No, Dave was pretty sure he was doing alright.

“I might tell you I loved you then.” Mike all but whispered staring at the wall, biting a little on the inside of his lip, Dave stopped moving, all he could hear was their breathing, and the sound of his heart beating.

“I might say it back.”

Mike turned back so he could look at Dave, his eyes wide, and innocent looking, slightly scared, as if he was trying to work out whether Dave as being serious or not. Seeming to get the answer he was looking for Mike smiles, and tugs at the band of Dave’s boxers.

“I might insist this came off.” Mike whispers, keeping up the game.

“Ok.” Dave shuffles about so he can get them off, it makes him feel awkward, like when he was 15 years old and Cassie Simmons made him strip before she let him touch her breasts. “I’d probably get you to do the same though.”

“Well that’s only fair” Mike shimmies out of his own, it seems to go much smoother for him, a fact that makes Dave want to back pedal a bit, if he cant even take off his own pants elegantly then what chance in Hell did he have…

But Mike was looking at him in a way that Dave knew he meant the world to him, no matter how clumsy he could be. Dave loved him for it.

They kissed again, deeply, Mike's hands weaving into his hair, pulling them together, trying to get more Dave on him, desperate. They broke apart, flushed, Mike grabbed Dave’s hand from his hip and sucked two fingers into his mouth before bringing Dave’s hand in between his thighs and pressing own a little.

“And Dave, I think then I’d do this.”

Dave gulps, he knows what this means, if this happens there’s not going back, not ever, its about one o’clock, they don’t have any excuse, no late night madness to blame, no drunkenness to fall back on, “I’d ask if you were sure.”

Mike laughs and kisses him on the nose, “I’d tell you to stop reading Mills and Boon and that I’m not a fucking princess.”

Dave flushes annoyed for a minute, but only because he was asking himself more than Mike.

“I’d have to shut you up again.” He growls.

“I wouldn’t mind.”

He slides a finger into Mike and he bucks up, this reaction shocks them both a little and Mike laughs to sweep away his embarrassment. He’s so casual, even when he’s being serious you get the impression that it’s not him he’s taking seriously.

Is he serious about this?

“But I would have to make sure though, That you really wanted to, cause if you regretted doing this than it would change us forever.”

“I think I would tell you it already has. And then I’d have to shut you up.”

Mike kissed Dave hard, bringing himself off the bed as he did so, somewhere Dave’s mind is telling him to find lubricant, proper lubricant not just spit, and a condom, quite soon if at all possible, but where to look? He has no idea, in the story they had just been magic-ed out of thin air. He breaks the kiss and sits back a bit on the bed, Mikes eyes sweep up and down his body and Dave notices that this is the first time he’s been in a position to actually see Mike naked.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

They really needed to find stuff.

“In fics you don’t need to look for johnnies and stuff… you just know where they are.” He laughs nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

Mike laughs and sits up as well, “In Fics they don’t call them Jonnies and stuff, tool. You‘ll break the mood”

“Ah right. Well I’ve not read that much.”

“Well…” Mike goes back to recapture their story, “you see I’d remember that this is Noels room and that somehow I knew they’d be…here…”

Mike leans across and opens the second drawer on the chest of drawers on Noels side of the bed, he knew it would be one down from the regular drawer, ever the individual. there’s condoms, and lube, and some other stuff that Mike’s just going to ignore for now. He grabs a handful of sachets and condoms and waves them at Dave triumphantly.

“Wow, good guess.”

“Thanks.”

They assume the position, Mike laughing on and off as he tried to shift Dave around him properly, grinning foolishly as they rip open a packet of lube and it spills all over his stomach by accident, Dave’s frowning in concentration and this only makes Mike laugh more, Dave sits back again and Mike whines a little at the loss of contact.

“In a fic I’d know what the hell I was doing, and I’d be able to do this all smooth.” Dave mutters darkly, and Mike laughs again, but not unkindly, he reaches out for Dave and coaxes him to lie back down, trying again with a second sachet this time things run smoothly. Mike coats Dave’s fingers and again brings them down between his legs, Dave just soundlessly watching him as he positions two by his entrance and tries to persuade Dave into pressing forward, he does so and Mike gasps quietly and Dave just looks on, thinking he’s beautiful.

“Not in my fic you don’t, in mine I get to show you how to do this and you’d be a bit shy and yeah… you’d blush just like that.”

“Quiet, you.”

“And say something cute like that.” He leaves Dave’s hand and brings his own either side of Dave’s face, holding his head steady and looking deep into Dave’s eyes, those beautiful blue eyes, trying to get Dave to stop shaking, “and I’d just look at you like this till you calmed down…see?”

“Yeah.”

His kissed Dave and his hands search out one of the condoms on the bed, he opens it with ease, and feels Dave gasp and he roll’s it on over his length. He gets Dave to position himself and Dave removes his hand, Mike swallows but his throats dry.

“And then you’d…”

“Do this.” Dave thrusts forward slowly, until he’s all the way inside Mike and Mike lets his eyes close tight, just feeling him, all of him, Dave nuzzles in at his collar bone, safe.

“Yeah.”

“And the world would stop.” Dave mutters against his skin, tickling Mike slightly and Mike’s hands find their way to the small of Dave’s back, stroking here calmingly, soothing, loving.

“And there would be no one else.” There wasn’t, was there? Not in this world.

“But you”

“And you.”

“And I’d kiss you.” Dave brought his face out from where he was hiding, and started kissing Mike, little kisses at first, that built up, Dave shifted his weight, Mike jumped and Dave remembered that actually he had quite a bit of an advantage over Mike, He moved his hips again, and fuck, he felt fantastic, but even better was to see what it was doing to Mike.

“And we’d come crashing back to earth.” Mike panted out, bending his knees up a bit, wriggling about so that he was in an even better position, he pushed down on Dave’s back, wrapping one leg around him.

“And I’d fuck you like this.” Dave thrust as hard as he could, making Mike yelp in surprise and then smile again to hide his awkwardness at being so far gone. Mike was really starting to like this story.

“Yeah, yeah and I’d bite you like this...” a bite to a collar bone, Dave hissed out in pleasure and buried himself deeper in Mike.

“And I’d need you this bad.”

Dave’s hand snuck from Mike’s hip to his cock, wrapping his fingers around Mike’s length Mike groaned, and nipped at Dave’s skin in appreciation.

“And I’d want you so much”

“Fuck!”

“And I’d beg you to stop but you’d know I want more”

“and I’d be gasping for air” He was close he was so so close and he’d barely be doing this for five minutes and it was going to end and Mike was going to be so disappointed but he couldn’t stop and he couldn’t slow down.

“And I’d shout out your name, oh!” Mike gripped down on Dave hard and dragged him down on top of him, squeezing his eyes shut he came suddenly and unexpectedly, “Dave! Dave Dave Dave!”

Dave followed three maybe four thrusts after, being crushed in between Mikes legs he cried out and buried his face between the pillow and Mike’s neck.

They lay there for a few moments, panting, catching their breath, Dave slipped out of Mike and cleaned up, Mike laughed at the image of his come all over Dave’s stomach but couldn’t move himself, he just lay there with heavy lidded eyes.

Dave settled himself back down on Mikes chest with a contented sigh, a sound that was mirrored by Mike as he ran his hand through Dave’s hair, sweeping it back from his forehead, feeling the damp patches at his temple, never feeling more contented.

“…then we’d just lie here like this” Dave began, finishing off their story.

“With my hand in your hair.”

“Me between your thighs”

“And wish we never had to move.”

Dave sighed again, and moved so he could look up at Mike, “and we wouldn’t have to, ‘cause the fic would leave us there.”

“Without the complications.”

“Or the tidying up.”

“Or the dull ache.”

“Sorry.”

“Naw its alright”

Mike leaned down to give Dave a chaste kiss, and smiled up at the ceiling.

“I might love you.” Dave mumbled, drifting off.

“I might love you too. Dave?”

“Yeah?”

“Pass us that cherryade?”

end

[asakamasanobu]

you see as i was listening to the otrfk drama tracks yesterday i was like “ehh i probably won’t have much to say since i’ve already read the manga chapters these tracks are from to death and there is no asaka-san for me to cry over so wow maybe i won’t end up having enough thoughts to mega dump for once” but honestly that is one of the fattest lies i’ve ever told myself bc i am Always having thoughts and Always wanting to talk about them so therefore !!!!! gonna dump them here now bc i was too exhausted to do so yesterday and have nothing better to do on the train to get hotpot (girl idk why either as if i did anything yesterday other than game and cry my eyes out to the same BLs that i’ve been crying my eyes out over for the past three months

tbh most of the shit i have to say is about that One specific scene which is in the eighth track so that’s a thing but before i get into that i want to say like . even when i listened to a few snippets in nov it just tickles me so much that yuichi is cv sakurai takahiro like wfhdjshsjs i know he is a voice actor and his job is to Act and by gods he’s acting ..... the way yuichi is the usui takumi of BL tops to me with how he’s written and drawn and yet i can’t help but think about how sakurai also voices the bottomest of all BL bottoms cryingnggg plus the way so many of misaki’s mannerisms manifest in suzuken’s wataru it’s so funny like i cannot wrap my head around the fact that sakurai isn’t wataru but YUICHI bc he is an actor and he sure is acting

okay anyway .. i really really fucking love the student council room confrontation scene even way back when i read it for the first time it was so dramatic and emoi and emotionally charged and as a big fan of the miscommunication trope that scene is the mother of all miscommunications u__u but i think when i was reading it i thought yuichi lost his composure at the Final scene after wataru slapped the shit out of him and ran off bc of that silly little zoom in to his panicked face but THE DRAMA TRACKS ....... the way his whole voice wilts when wataru tells him he’s thrown away the ring he sounded so defeated and shaky and broken and Not yuichi bro it had me on the floor gasping in yuichi-induced pain and then when he’s like “i’m not looking at you?” like godddd Dd some good fucking shit i will Definitely be replaying the drama track whenever i reread that part like i think cool, charming yuichi is great and bitchy, asshole who doesn’t know how to deal with his feelings yuichi is also great but wow ..... grappling with the fact that the person he’s in love with has thrown away a ring that means so much to them both and is too shocked to put up a front as he always does yuichi is truly the pinnacle of all yuichis

OH BUT ALSO the extra track at the end was such a delightful little surprise like i was so sure it was gonna be takako apology scene but i guess they didn’t want to go through the hassle of hiring another seiyuu to voice takako’s mom LOL i just think ....... snippets of wataru and yuichi’s relationship where they’re both still in high school is so neat T___T like the whole of volume 1 + the special chapter at the end of volume 5 is all that i’ve got in my empty, empty little hands but i just think the dynamic of meeting up covertly in school and having secret spots is sooooo fucking nice and i wish we had more of it ..... but at the same time it’s not like i wish we didn’t have that timeskip to uni student yuichi from volume 2 onwards bc it gave us asaka and asaka the world and i would rather Die than have less asaka scraps than what we presently have and girl look at me making everything about asaka again ANYWAY i just think that scene is so cute T___T both these fuckers being a little jealous of each other and yuichi wanting kawamura to gtfo asap so he can have as much alone time with his boyfriend as he wants i enjoy that a totally normal amount yes

now i’m all set to jump to the sole asaka-san cameo drama cd i found except it’s on his most important scenes so i’m very happy it’s the one available for me to listen to T___T i didn’t listen to anything other than the car hug scene and bits from the orchestra but he is everything to me and cv kamiyan is still something i’m wrapping my head around he sounded a little sterner than i pictured but girl i love you to death anyway you can be anything you want to be

[franeridart]

Would you ever consider uploading your Kekkai Sensen piece onto Redbubble? My friend and I are massive fans and I would love to own a print or tshirt with it on it!

Done! Just click on available products to see all the stuff it’s on! :D and thank you for liking it!!!

Anon said:YESSSSS qlu is such a good fic!!!! literally the writing is.... so good and so in char!!!! loved seeing art of it!!!!!!

YAH!!!! Asma’s one of my top favorite bakushima writers, she’s got such a good grasp on them and her storytelling style is always incredibly on point, I love reading her stuff so much !!

Anon said:I highkey love your art.

Anon said:Ahh I saw art of that scene before and thought I was content with that but OMFG YOURS IS FUCKING AMAZING

THANKS I’m super glad you liked it!!!! You shouldn’t make that sort of comparisions tho, anon :O 

Anon said:I honestly love the fatgum fam so much (they're actually the only reason I'm reading the series alongside Tsuchako; I saw your pictures of them, fell in love, and proceeded to speed through the manga in hopes of seeing them) and seeing your art of them makes my day.

OH BOY I’m happy you liked that one!!!! And I hope you’re enjoying reading bnha regardless of whether the fatfam or tsu and uraraka are on screen, anon !!!!

Anon said:I'm ganna scream if none of the bakusquad members end up running through those doors and tackle Kiri tbh, especially Mina considering we had a flashback to her during his fight

I would actually point more towards Kaminari being the most probable one to react on screen, since he’s always got something to say in scenes like this one - and in general towards Kami, Baku and Sero being the ones to... confront? Kirishima specifically about this mission, not because I don’t want Mina to be there too! But generally as far as past arcs go Mina seems to be more part of the girls group than anything, and since Tsuyu and Uraraka were there too she might be between the ones reacting to Tsu and Ura more specifically (like she was the one to fawn over the two of them after their first day of internship) while Sero, Baku and Kami were the ones to react on screen to Unbreakable AND the ones Kiri spoke to about his insecurities to begin with... then again, given the flashback I do hope Mina will be proud of him on screen......... aaaahhhhhhhh I guess we won’t know until Horikoshi will finally show us, will we? ;u;

Anon said:slides you one (1) dollar and half a corn chip, "so um tododeku?" ps your art is beautiful and soft I love

Thank you! And I guess I do have a tag for them? Tho it’s mostly old stuff.... ahhhhhh it is my fav Deku ship, so I might draw more in the near future! Keep the dollar and half corn chip for now haha

Anon said:hello! that food that you drew looks?? delicious??? i would gladly eat it,, anyway sorry for the weird message! have a nice day!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH it was seriously fun to draw too, I’m happy you like how it came out!!!!!

Anon said:YOUR HAIKYUU ART AAA I LOVE!!! 💕💕and also bnha just,, that tALENT MY GUY👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 kill me now pls 😍😍

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:DO KIRI'S BOYFRIENDS NOT KNOW HE'S IN HOSPITAL!? HOW WILL THEY RESPOND WHEN THEY FIND OUT

THAT’S WHAT I’M HOPING HORIKOSHI HIMSELF WILL TELL ME NEXT CHAPTER, ANON!!!!

Anon said:pls draw some miritama!!!

In the future, for sure! They’re one of my favorite bnha ships, after all!!

Anon said:THE MATSUHANA!!! yes, bless that post, thank you for seijou third years

THANK YOU FOR LIKING THEM!!!

Anon said:I just wanted to say that when I am in a depressed funk your art always makes me feel a bit better :)

Ahhhh boi that does mean the world to me!!! I’m so happy I can help you out a bit, anon!! ;u;

Anon said:YOUR ART = MY LIFE BLESS YOUR SOUL 👌🏿💕

I’m sOBBING thank Y O U ;O;

Anon said:I really miss ur haikyuu stuff but u have stopped doing 'em... draw something for me please?😽

Can I ask you to not, like, dismiss the fact that I have, in fact, been drawing haikyuu? Aside from the last one, since I got this ask before posting that, but in the past month as I have made present more than once in answer to asks exactly like this one I HAVE been drawing haikyuu again - you think it makes me feel good to have hours of work been treated as if they never happened? That it makes me want to draw more? Just to have even more people come in my inbox and ask me why I’m not drawing haikyuu anymore, as if the stuff I drew doesn’t even exist? If you meant this ask as in “you’ve stopped drawing only that”, then I’m sorry, but bnha is the fandom that’s making me the happiest at the moment, I’m not stopping drawing for it. I am willing to draw more haikyuu, when I feel inspired to do so, but only if you guys stop treating hours of work as if they never existed. It’s really, really not a good feeling, nor something I have the wish to feel any more than strictly necessary - if the stuff I draw has to end up ignored anyway, then I’m just straight out not gonna draw it anymore

Anon said:Bi i love your art a whole bunch

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!!! ;u; thank you lots!!!!!!!

Anon said:I cry, everyone you draw is so pretty and the background in that bakushima pick you posted a few days ago was amazing (the starry one, where they're holding hands), I stared at it for hours.

BOI I’M SUPER HAPPY YOU LIKED THAT ONE !!!!!!!!!! I was really unsure about it but seeing you guys like it is making me incredibly happy!!!!

Anon said:your KiriBaku Baccano AU is everything I never knew I needed mostly because I didn't think anyone else remembered that anime

You and me both, anon! The baccano fandom sure is a silent one, despite its name hahaha 

(..........................baccano means racket in italian, ignore me)

Anon said:can you draw bakugou finding out kiri's in the hospital? ily

I’ve drawn stuff sorta for that scenario thrice already (x x x) but for anything more specific I’m gonna have to ask you to wait for after I’ll know for sure if Horikoshi will give me a canon version of that or not! I really do hope to get that scene in canon, but if Hori will fail me I’ll most probs fill the void for myself again haha

Anon said:GOSH the way you draw kaminari is so CUTE

THANK YOU!!!!!

Anon said:we saw Kirishima recently being taken on that stretcher, how do you think bakugo would have reacted to Kirishima being that hurt (assuming they're in love at this point) ?

Again, I’m gonna answer this one once I’ll know for sure Horikoshi won’t give me the canon version! If we’re lucky we’ll know in a couple of days !!!!! ;u;

Anon said:AAAA THE LIL MUMMY KIRI!! The newest chapter ended me, Horikoshi owns my soul and he aiNT TREATING IT RIGHT!

YO WHAT A MOOD

Anon said:OH MY GOD THAT COLLEGE AU WITH BAKU IN THE SWEATER THING WITH GLASSES IS EVERYTHING. I CAN DIE HAPPY

cont:I JUST SAW THAT IT WASNT MEANT AS AN AU BUT BOI NOW ITS MY FAV AU

GOOD I’M !!!!! SO GLAD HOLY SMOKES THANK YOU SO MUCH !!!!!!!

Anon said:Is it me or is Kaminari's fringe slowly taking over his face? I love it!

If you’re talking about my art, then yeah, sorta! Thank you for liking it! Tho I have to admit I’ve kind of always drawn it like that, I don’t understand in a practical way how with his parting that far on the side his fringe doesn’t fall in front of his eye and that sort of subconsciously ends up showing in the way I draw him haha

Anon said:i praise lord yeezy everyday for how much kiribaku you draw, you're the real mvp 🙏🙏🙏

;O; thank you my friend, you’re way too nice!!!!!

Anon said:I have that headcanon that Bakugou actually uses LOTS of emojis in his texts. Kirishima is stunned when he first finds out (and no one believes him)

If you’re talking about emojis and not kaomojis then I’m with you on that lmao mostly cause I feel like Bakugou would be a really lazy texter but would at the same time be the type to dislike writing without capitals or proper punctuation and so on, so to avoid having to put actual effort into texting he just answers (when he answers) using one single emoji and thats it. It’s up to his interlocutor to understand what he meant with it. Up until now the only people who get it 100% of the times are Kirishima, Sero and surprisingly Todoroki.

Then again, I do think you meant kaomojis lmao

[v177293]

That’s How We Roll

Summary: The silence, heavy with a mixture of disbelief and horror, only lasted for a couple of seconds before the room dissolved into utter chaos. Or in which Saitama is a Dungeon Master for fun and should probably get paid for all the shit he has to deal with.

Word count: ~1800

Note: D&D AU, everyone is as human as can be and there is no running around in capes and thighs (sadly).

It started like any other game night.

Which is to say, Genos spent all day cleaning the apartment from floor to ceiling as if their place wasn’t already spotless, the fading light of the sunset shining through the windows only emphasizing how Saitama could probably see his reflexion on every surface if he wanted to. Weren't it for the fact that he got tired of seeing him run around the place like a busy bee while he was trying to catch up to his latest manga, he was sure the teenager would have forgotten to at least sit down and eat before the day was over. The man could admit he had been a little bit of a slob before Genos decided to all but forcibly become his new roommate, but this was just a whole new level of ridiculous dedication.

Seriously, when the gang came to their place for game night, it always became so much worst.

Like right now.

“You know,” he said with a strange mix of horrified fascination and boredom, “if you keep sweeping the floor like that, I'm pretty sure you're gonna make a hole right through it.”

Genos froze, looking down at the broom in his hands as if seeing it for the first time. “I was only-”

“-obsessively sweeping the same patch you've already cleaned at least five time since this morning?”

“Well, that is-”

“Aw, come on.” While there was something almost cute about seeing him play the regular housemaid while sporting one of the most epic resting bitch face he had ever seen, enough was enough. “Sit down, will you? You're making me dizzy, man.”

“Ah, sorry!” Leaving the broom in a corner, Genos took place next to him, contrite, before perking up slightly after Saitama patted him distractedly on the head, leaving his soft pale hair in disarray as he went back to his manga.

Or at least tried to, only managing to read a couple of pages before the other started fiddling with the different books and miniatures on the table, clearly antsy to start now that the agreed meeting time was almost there.

Not that he had to wait for long; Saitama was just about to tell him to stop fidgeting so much when Mumen rang the door - right on time, as usual -, a smile on his face and a box of store bought cookies in his hands. He probably stopped on the way while riding to their place despite knowing they had more than enough discounted junk food stocked especially for the occasion.

“I know,” his friend answered, slightly sheepish, when Saitama lowered his eyes to the proffered box. “But one can never be too prepared!”

Soon after, King was knocking at the door, the older man joining them in the living room with his usual stone faced awkwardness, greeting them with a nod before taking place at the table. His portable console was already out, ready to wait until the last member of their group deigned to grace them with his presence.

Which could take a while, if past experiences where anything to go by.

Turned out, they were.

It took a good fifteen minutes filled with insults badly disguised as complains from Genos before Sonic finally barged in with a “Hey losers!” To be honest, Saitama was sure the other did it just to piss them off. Not that he was bothered by it, but the man had to admit, seeing how his boyfriend was seething not so silently next to him while glaring hotly at the newcomer, it probably worked.

One day, maybe Genos would finally understand part of the reason Sonic kept doing things like this was because the kid kept rising to the bait. If you ignored him long enough... well, Sonic wouldn't exactly get bored of it, but he'd at least try to bother someone else.

Oh, well. In the end, as long as the other wasn't trying to be a pain in his ass, he didn't particularly care.

They had a game to start anyway.

The story in itself was fairly simple, as far as campaigns went. Not that Saitama was too lazy to come up with a good and fulfilling plot, three dimensional NPCs and compelling quests, but after all these months playing with what had now become his usual group, he'd quickly come to realize one thing: even with all his careful planing and best intentions, they always somehow managed to screw things up.

Every. Single. Time.

Which was why, an hour in the game, the man should have thought a bit more before setting a small group of slightly hostile mercenaries on their path to spice things up. Honestly, they all needed it after Genos and Sonic spent what was admittedly way too much time arguing over who's character was going to sleep on which side of the room of the next inn they were going to encounter.

Sometimes, he couldn't believe he was dating one of those children. Cute or not, he was this close to throwing his pen right in the middle of that pretty face.

“Master!”

Sighing, Saitama gave the teenager the stink eye. “Dammit, Genos, I’ve told you a thousand time to stop calling me that!” Was it really so hard? People were going to start asking weird questions if he kept that up. Only that kid could go around calling his boyfriend master with such a straight face and not care about being heard by someone else.

“But Saitama-san! You’re our Dungeon Master! It is only proper to refer to you by your title!”

Sonic snickered, smirking. “Is that the excuse you use in bed, too? Kinky.”

“You-”

“Alright!” Mumen cut in brightly, lifting a finger to adjust his glasses. “I say we try talking to them. Who knows, this might be a big misunderstanding and if we make them see reason, we wont even need to fight!”

Going by Genos' put out expression, the plan wasn't to his liking. No surprise there, he thought. Kid seems to think heading straight in the middle of the fray is an acceptable reaction for a wizard. Which, to be fair, usually worked in the grand scheme of things since it more or less forced everyone else to follow lest they wanted to be short of a mage. It also more often than not ended with Genos' character KO'd on the floor in dire need of King's healing spells. At this point, though, it was kind of a given that Genos couldn't finish a session without at least one near death experience.

Honestly, his weird fondness – read, obsession – of fire spells was not a good reason to choose a class with so little defence, especially considering how boneheaded he was.

Eyes narrowed and arms crossed tightly across his chest, Genos didn't take long before letting know his far from surprising opinion on the matter. “We can take them. There is only seven of them, we don't need to lose any time talking to those low lives.”

“What about you guys, then?” Mumen looked at the other two, clearly uncomfortable with making any decision before hearing from everyone. Sometimes, Saitama wished he had twenty of him. “Any thoughts on the subject?”

“I, uh,” King started after a short moment of silence before wilting slightly when everyone's eyes turned on him, his voice dying as he caught the full force of Genos' intense stare. “I don't mind either way.”

“See? He doesn't care, so we should just-”

“And now,” Sonic cut in loudly, posing dramatically with the plastic katana he always brought for the occasion drawn towards the ceiling, a self-satisfied grin on his face, “comes the time where I, Speed-of-Sound Sonic, double-crosses you.”

The silence, heavy with a mixture of disbelief and horror, only lasted for a couple of seconds before the room dissolved into utter chaos.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Genos said with a growl in his voice that promised mayhem.

“It means, you numbskull, that my ninja-”

“Rogue,” Saitama said with the long suffering annoyance of someone who've had the same argument one too many time.

“Ninja,” Sonic continued with a side eyed glare in his direction, “thinks that he'd rather align himself with the winners, and clearly, it's not you.”

“Now, everybody, I'm sure we can-” Mumen started, always the voice of reason, before being rudely interrupted by the incensed blonde.

“You perverted asshole, I’m going to fucking incinerate you!”

“I’d like to see you try, you useless piece of trash wizard!”

King wisely kept his mouth shut, his shoulders hunched on themselves as if this could make him a smaller target. An incredible feat, really, for a man of his stature – and not to mention the slightly terrifying and foreboding expression he tended to wear as soon as his nervousness got the better of him. Saitama could all but taste King’s anxiety permeating the air.

Not that he could blame him.

“Master!” Genos' voice was full of determination, his pale golden eyes burning with overwhelming furry as if he had forgotten, once again, that this was only a game. “I cast fireball on the stupid thief!”

Because with everyone's characters standing so close to each other, this was sure to end well.

“Not if I cut your throat first, you brat! Even your lame-ass boyfriend won't be able to save your skin, then!”

“How dare you talk about Saitama-san like this!”

Saitama sighed, silently face palming as Genos disrupted the entire table with a scream of outrage as he went over it to try and strangle Sonic, dices rolling under the furniture with a clatter and snacks spilling on King’s character sheet. The man barely had time to save the picture of his well endowed cleric maiden before it got ruined forever by a handful of greasy party mix.

Sadly, this was another familiar sight on their game nights. And here he'd thought that this time, maybe, hopefully, things could be different. Honestly, he thought as he watched Mumen try to calm the other two down, voice barely audible over the ruckus, once again glad there were no neighbours close enough to get annoyed by all this noise. It’s like I’m a babysitter or something. And I don’t even get pai- oh, no they didn’t.

Yes. Yes, they did. Alright, that was it.

“Oi! Watch my floor, you little shits! You’re spilling soda everywhere!”

His only answer was the shocked howl bursting out of Sonic's throat as Genos suddenly got a hold of his hair.

Seriously. Every damned time.

[skswriting]

what’s in a name

Rating: T (for violence, a lot of cussing via Yoongi, and some deragatory names) Pairing: Yoongi/Jungkook Words: 2954 Summary:   Yoongi's mind is racing with thoughts of bills and lack of money and want of something better and his heart is in the hands of a (freshly turned) nineteen-year-old who is currently at his parent’s for a rare weekend of family bonding and ignoring his inquiring texts of how it’s going and driving him crazy. AN: Goes with pretty damn good (ao3), doesn’t matter which you read first :) (p.s. even though i never explicitly state it i imagine the eighteen year old and his friend to be moonbin and eunwoo from astro lmao)

Yoongi’s pencil is expertly tracing lines on paper, sketching out a design for an excited eighteen-year-old who thinks getting a tattoo is some rite of passage, but his mind and his heart are elsewhere.  He’s preoccupied with thoughts of the impending end of the lease he has on the building that is home to his tattoo parlor and how resigning is going to be a chunk of this year’s profits but how moving and starting over would be more expensive.  He’s preoccupied with thoughts of the broken heater in his shitty loft and how he’s constantly freezing and piling on sweater after sweater and sock after sock in order to stay warm and how lips turn blue and fingers shake and creak with the cold but also how a voice dipped in honey says, “It’s okay hyung, we can just share body heat.”

Yoongi's mind is racing with thoughts of bills and lack of money and want of something better and his heart is in the hands of a (freshly turned) nineteen-year-old who is currently at his parent’s for a rare weekend of family bonding and ignoring his inquiring texts of how it’s going and driving him crazy.

If three years ago, when Yoongi had been just on the cusp of turning twenty, someone had told him he would own a pretty successful tattoo parlor and have a just barely of age boyfriend he would have laughed at them hard enough he probably would have had an aneurysm.

But Yoongi supposes even with the strange turn of events that was his life, failing to make it on the music scene even though he had lived and breathed music (still does if he’s being honest) that he doesn’t mind so much.  Or wouldn’t mind so much if his boyfriend would fucking text him back even if it was just one of this stupid ‘v’ emojis he was so fond of sending.

“That looks great!” the client exclaims and Yoongi realizes in his almost stupor he had unconsciously managed to sketch out what turned out to be a pretty okay; a simple crescent moon with a weird geometric shape in the middle.

Yoongi nods as he glances at his phone, void of any new texts, and huffs before turning his eyes towards the excited eighteen-year-old, “Bobby is just finishing up a piercing and then he’ll be free to do your tattoo.”

The client and his friend, who Yoongi is pretty sure he’s seen on a billboard before for some cosmetic, take a seat and Yoongi leans back from the counter, running a hand through his freshly dyed brown hair.  He’s contemplated texting Taehyung but he knows the little shit would tease him for being, “a concerned grandpa,” which would prompt his own little shit of a boyfriend to do the same.  Yoongi smiles a little at the thought just as the door swings open with a gust of wintery wind.

“Hey,” he starts, “What can- Taehyung?”

Taehyung’s cheeks are windswept and red and even though he’s smiling he looks worried, “Hey hyung.  Have you, uh, have you heard from Jungkook?”

An ugly, heavy feeling immediately settles in Yoongi’s stomach and he stands up from his chair so fast it knocks backward into the wall with a loud bang, “No, I thought he was still at his parents.”

Taehyung nods and blows into his icy hands, tip of his nose chapped, “I thought so too but he hasn’t texted me in a few hours and I’m just… I didn’t know if maybe he had let you know he was staying there or?”

Yoongi realizes that this isn’t normal, that Jungkook wouldn’t have been at his parents for four hours without letting one of them know what was going on and his heart constricts.  He picks up his phone and dials his most frequently called number and bites his lip when it immediately goes to voicemail.

“Shit-”

“I’m sure he’s okay!” Taehyung interjects, but his expression says otherwise, “His phone probably just died and he’s on his way back now.”

Yoongi is trying to keep his breathing calm but he hasn’t heard from his boyfriend all night and neither has Taehyung and Yoongi is starting to feel sick to his stomach.

“I’m sorry hyung, I didn’t mean to-to make you upset or anything,” Taehyung’s voice betrays him and lets Yoongi know just how upset Taehyung is too.

“Have you asked anyone else about him?  Jimin or Hoseok?”

Jungkook is pretty good friends with his fellow classmate and dance team member and dance team instructor.

“I haven’t asked them yet,” Taehyung shakes his head.

Yoongi is out of options; with Jungkook’s phone dead or turned off, there’s no way to know where he is and asking any of his friends is just going to worry everyone and Yoongi almost feels like he’s going to puke.

“Okay.  Okay,” Yoongi sighs, rubbing at the back of his neck in frustration, “Okay, go back to the dorm Tae, he might be there.  Let me know if he is, okay?  Okay, fuck, okay.”

Taehyung nods and watches Yoongi for a few seconds, before turning on his heel and letting in more cold before the door seals shut.  The client and his friend are gone and Yoongi doesn’t remember seeing Bobby but it doesn’t matter because all Yoongi can think of is Jungkook and the fact that he’s missing.

“Goddammit kid,” he growls to himself as he puts his jacket on and shoves his phone into his pocket, “you’re shortening my life expectancy here.”

-

Yoongi’s feet are killing him and he can’t feel his face (or his fingers for that matter, even though they’re buried in his pockets) and he’s tried calling Jungkook even though each time it goes straight to voicemail and he’s just trying not to panic.

He’s checked all the logical places he thinks Jungkook would go: obviously the practice room, where his boyfriend can lose himself for hours on end and only give Yoongi an apologetic smile when he drags Jungkook’s sweaty ass out of there; he tried the internet café a few blocks from the campus, where he knows Jungkook and Taehyung sometime play League when they’re avoiding their school responsibilities; he tries the bookstore Jungkook buys all his manga from, the manager greeting Yoongi warmly and asking about his boyfriend and hardening the stone in Yoongi’s stomach; the barbeque place the two of them frequent is also a bust because it’s just closing and empty and the owner sees him and his sullen expression and gives him enough food for two days but all he can think of is Jungkook could eat all of it in one sitting.

Yoongi’s not a crier but if there was a reason to cry this would be one.  Yoongi has no idea if Jungkook is okay and he can feel the pressure and welling behind his eyes.

By the time he returns to the tattoo shop, taking the stairs by the side that lead to his apartment, it’s almost midnight and Yoongi hasn’t heard from Jungkook in five and a half hours and it seems like Yoongi is in for a long night of worry and no sleep.

As he pulls his keys out, jostling the bag full of rapidly cooling meat, a little sniffle catches his attention and he glances up towards the top of his steps to see a figure huddled there, knees drawn to their chest and head buried in their arms.  But he would recognize that figure anywhere, has spent hours upon hours admiring it dance to ridiculous choreography, has spent hours running finger tips lightly over goose bump ridden skinned, has kissed every square inch of that face.

“Jungkook,” Yoongi breathes and it’s like a breath of fresh air when dark eyes meet his own.

“Hyung,” the whisper is broken, a crack of a voice and in the low light Yoongi has by his door so he doesn’t trip over his feet coming in, he can see tear tracks, blue lips, and what looks to be a vicious bruise blooming over Jungkook’s eye.

“Jungkook Jesus fuck are you okay what the fuck happ-”

“Yoongi hyung,” Jungkook cries and raises his arms, stretched out towards him and shaking, akin to a little kid asking to be picked up.

Yoongi has heard Jungkook say his name in various ways; stretched out and elongated when he’s whining and wants something, reverent and awe inspired when Yoongi gives in and plays a song for Jungkook on the piano, soft and breathy when Yoongi digs fingers into tender, over used legs after hours of practice.  Yoongi has licked his name from Jungkook’s mouth more times than he can count, has been called every variation of grandpa he can think of, has had Jungkook’s eyes tell him stories without Jungkook ever having to open his mouth.

But Yoongi has never, never (ever), heard Jungkook sound this sad and heartbroken and defeated and Yoongi wastes no time in pulling Jungkook up and into his chest, arms wrapping tightly around his boyfriend as he sobs into neck.  Fingers clutch and slip at his back, unable to get a good grip on the fabric and Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut as Jungkook’s legs almost give out and Yoongi is the only thing holding him up.

“Fucking Christ Jungkook how long have you been sitting here?  You’re so cold, fuck, you’re so cold, come on, let’s get you inside,” Yoongi is babbling, trying to maneuver them so he can unlock the door and pull the shivering, shaking, sobbing boy into his apartment.

It’s dark and freezing and the heater is still broken and Jungkook will still be cold but it’s not outside and that’s a start.  Jungkook’s body seems to finally realize how cold he is because he’s started shivering and it hasn’t stopped, a constant tremor of little shakes down his spine as he soaks the collar of Yoongi’s jacket with salt.  Yoongi rubs a hand up and down his back, in what he hopes is a soothing and warming motion because Jungkook’s clothes are ice cold.

“Come on baby, let’s get you out of these clothes okay?  You’re freezing,” Yoongi’s voice is low and soft and Yoongi guides Jungkook the short distance to his room.

The lamp casts shadows on Jungkook’s face, but it’s enough that Yoongi can see his black eye.  Yoongi runs a thumb lightly just under the bruise and Jungkook whimpers, turning his face away.  It takes Yoongi’s breath away in the worst way possible.

With a little coaxing Yoongi gets him to change into spare clothes Jungkook keeps around, sweatpants and a hoodie that are a little cold but infinitely warmer than what Jungkook had on.  A little color has returned to his face and his lips are pinker, but he’s still shaking.  Yoongi isn’t sure if that’s from the cold or from the crying.

“Here, lay down,” Yoongi pushes the covers back and guides Jungkook under them, the boy’s hand clutching at his arms like he’s a lifeline even if he won’t look him in the eyes now.  Yoongi straightens up and goes to move away but Jungkook is holding on steadfastly.

“Hyung don’t go,” he starts crying again, a rough edge to his voice as he pulls Yoongi back to him, “Please don’t leave me, hyung, please don’t-”

Yoongi shushes him, placing slightly warm hands on Jungkook’s cheeks so he can pepper kisses over his boyfriend’s face, “Relax Jungkook, I’m just going to get you something to drink okay?  I’ll be right back baby, I promise.”

Jungkook is shaking his head, pulling at Yoongi to lay down with him and Yoongi sighs, giving in.  He sheds his jacket and crawls over Jungkook, sliding under the covers and settling beside Jungkook who almost climbs on top of him, smooshing his face into the crook of Yoongi’s neck as he wraps an arm and a leg around him.

Yoongi hums as he runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, resting his other hand on Jungkook’s lower back and rubbing circles at the tense muscles.  It’s warmer under the blanket and Jungkook’s shivers have subsided, though he’s picked up hiccups in lieu of crying.  If Yoongi wasn’t so worried, he would think the little jostle of Jungkook’s body would be cute.

“Sweetheart what happened?” he asks in a low voice and Jungkook’s arm tightens around him.

Jungkook’s eye lashes are wet and Yoongi can feel them fluttering against his skin, an almost ticklish feeling.

“He-he…” Jungkook starts, voice a hair higher than a whisper and Yoongi’s lucky he’s trained his ears to pick up on subtle sounds (from years of composing and trying to pick out every background sound in any song he hears) or he would have missed it, “My dad he… he called me a fag.”

Jungkook hiccups and Yoongi scratches lightly at Jungkook’s scalp in a way he knows Jungkook likes.

“I-I told them I w-hic-wanted them to meet you,” he cries, words a little slurred as he works himself up again, “And-and he got mad, h-hic-hyung, he got so mad and he.  He told me that-that he cou-hic-could accept m-me wanting to waste my life with dance but th-that he wasn’t going to hic have a fag for a son.”

Yoongi pulls him closer as he nears hysterics, smoothing a hand down the length of his spine.

“He hit me.”

Yoongi exhales hard through his nose, turning so he can press his lips to the crown of Jungkook’s hair.

“He hit me hyung,” Jungkook’s voice hardens a little as he clutches at Yoongi’s chest, “My own father hit me because… because I found happiness and love and acceptance in a place he deems unworthy.”

Jungkook quiets down, lets Yoongi pet and kiss him.

“He called me a disappointment and told me I wasn’t going to amount to anything,” Jungkook says quietly, apparently all cried out but sounding so, so tired, “He told me he doesn’t want to see me anymore.”

“Good,” Yoongi can’t stop himself (can never stop himself when it comes to Jungkook), “Good.  I can’t believe that asshole could say- Jungkook you are not a disappointment, you are so good at what you do and you’re so happy when you do it and you have a job for Christ’s sake and you’re still doing well in school and I can’t-”

He can feel the curve of Jungkook’s smile and shuts up and then Jungkook says, “I don’t want to see him anymore either.”

Yoongi nods and presses another kiss into Jungkook’s hair and Jungkook finally lifts his head so they can look at each other.  His eyes are rimmed red and the black eye is pretty nasty looking, starting to yellow around the edges and swell, but Jungkook is still smiling.

Nothing needs to be said, even though Jungkook murmurs a quiet, “Thanks hyung.”  Yoongi merely leans forward in response and Jungkook’s lips pucker for a kiss that lands on his eye instead, eyelid closing as Yoongi kisses at the tender skin.

“Taehyung’s worried about you,” the words ghost across Jungkook’s face and Jungkook’s one open eye flutters against Yoongi’s cheekbone, “You should probably give him a call and let him know you’re okay and staying here tonight.”

Jungkook smiles and turns his face so he can kiss Yoongi’s cheek, “Can I use your phone?  Mine died.”

“It’s in my jacket on the floor.”

Yoongi watches Jungkook’s back muscles shift as he stretches to retrieve said jacket and before Jungkook can turn back around Yoongi slides his arms around Jungkook’s waist to anchor him in place.  Jungkook doesn’t fight it, just melts back into Yoongi’s arms and, despite being taller, shuffles until the top of his head is resting just under Yoongi’s chin.

Jungkook talks to Taehyung for a long time, voice low and soft as Yoongi rubs at his stomach and chest, placing periodic kisses to the top of his boyfriend’s head.  Yoongi listens with a dumb, fond look on his face as the events finally settle over Jungkook until he falls asleep on Taehyung, the other voice carrying lightly through to Yoongi.  Yoongi gently plucks the phone from Jungkook’s slackened fingers and brings it to his ear.

“He fell asleep.”

“Oh,” Taehyung sighs, “Well, that’s good I guess.  I can only imagine what he’s been through.  He really looked up to his dad when we were younger, you know?  It’s sad, really.”

Yoongi hums, almost glad that the side Jungkook has fallen asleep on hides the black eye.

“Thank you hyung,” Taehyung starts, voice holding some deep seated emotion and Yoongi wonders if he’s about to start crying, “You’ve really helped Jungkook come into himself and yeah, this is the less than preferred outcome but at least Jungkook knows now and can move on without them.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi whispers, voice catching and he clears his throat to try again but only comes up with, “He’s a good kid.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi can almost hear the smile on Taehyung’s face, “he is.  I’m glad someone else loves him just as much as I do.”

Yoongi can’t believe he’s having a Moment with Kim Taehyung, the moron who dragged his and Yoongi’s (at the time) future boyfriend’s drunk asses to Yoongi’s little tattoo parlor and demanded they tattoo 'dat boi' on Taehyung’s chest with a matching meme on Jungkook’s.

“Good night hyung,” Taehyung tells him, “sleep well.”

“Good night Tae.”

The line goes dead and Yoongi is left with Jungkook’s slightly nasally breathing.  He smiles as he kisses Jungkook’s temple, resigning himself to the fact that he’s going to have to suffer and sleep in jeans.

The shit he does for this kid.