#I HOPE I CAN GET A HOOP PLS :( bring her back!

[garoujo]

I WENT TO GET MY NOSE PIERCING CHANGED + NOW I DONT HAVE ONE AT ALL ˚‧º·໒꒰ྀི˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ ꒱ྀིა‧º·˚ the dude couldn’t fit it through again + he said it’s not aligned so maybe that’s why i’ve had trouble w it healing so now i need to let it heal then go back in 2 weeks to have it pierced again! IM SO SAD! I LOOK SO BORING NOW </3

[eudaimonia111]

Thomas | Lemon (Bullet Train) x GN! Reader Part 1

Summary: Lemon and reader have love at first sight, reader must navigate the scary bullet train and find Lemon. (Not very good at summaries sorry lol)

Warnings: Not edited, all warnings covered in the movie, kind of grumpy x sunshine?

Words: 2528

A/N: So we aren’t really told if the boba Lemon wants is those ones in a can or an actual boba drink but because of the can that knocks against the water bottle in the vending machine, I'm choosing to assume it is the Milk Bubble Tea that comes in those cans.

The POV switches between them so pls tell me if its weird or something

ANYWAYS, I’m so sorry for taking so long on this fic, some family things have come up and writing is a new territory for me. Sorry for the wait, hope you enjoy!

Part 1, Part 2

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Please do not copy, translate, or repost any of my work. Thank you.

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Lemons POV:

Neon lights glitter in the darkened sky at the train station, shimmering on vehicles, jewelry, and the reflection of people's eyes.

The air is slightly stale but clean, a cold feeling catching in the back of my throat. People bustle, their fabrics rustling as they bump into each other, in a hurry to get to their stop on time. Through the plethora of people, my eyes absentmindedly drift towards the person in front of the vending machine.

The almost overwhelming sounds of people talking, music playing, and the taps of feet moving became quieter and quieter. Almost as if it became fuzzy. It’s like when the sound is broke on an old Television. My fingertips have the feeling of the shock you felt when you would touched one of their screens. 

Numerous light reflectances dulled and faded away. However, in contradiction, the light around my person of concentration brightened, almost to the point that it burned.

It was as if they had their own outline. 

Their own halo.

“Oi, common, stop dilly dalli’an, we got work to do.” The voice Tan broke me out of the trance-like state. I felt my eyelids moved at an accelerated rate, trying to blink the dryness away from staring for so long, seeing the exasperated expression on Tangerine's face.

Snapping my head back in the direction of the person, I hoped to get just even a glimpse of them. Instead, I found an unoccupied space of concrete and emptiness in front of the aforementioned vending machine. Disappointment at not seeing the angel ran through my veins and I followed my brother through the crowd.

Y/ns POV:

The doors to the shiny metal machine open with a smooth mechanical clunk. People bustle out of the vehicle, bumping into passersby. My shoes briskly thump along the cart of the train. Looking at the piece of paper I got from the ticket lady, I scan along the cart for my seat. Finding the number and letter printed on it, I allow myself to bring my hefty bag toward it, my arms bending at the weight. 

After lugging my bags up to the overhead shelf, I let myself sink into the blue fabric of the bucket seat, the fabric brushing up against my arms as I get situated. Hearing a commotion in the aisle, I look up and see an altercation between a tall Japanese man and a train attendant. Taking the hard plastic of my earbuds out of my ear, I hear the last of a conversation with two men in suits up and across the aisle from me as well as the apologetic attendant, even though it looked like he ran into her. “-he fucking blind or something?” 

Glancing over, I see the back of the head of a man with combed brown hair, wearing an expensive brown jacket. The man across the table from him is the one my gaze is drawn to.

Dark soft skin and bleached blonde hair with the roots showing through. The small gold hoops through his ears gleam in the light, reflecting in the window of the slowly moving train. He has rich, shiny brown eyes and full velvety lips, which are accentuated by the rough dark hair of his beard and mustache. Drawing my eyes down, I see him in a matching brown jacket over a jean one and a light peachy-colored tie. 

The eyes I’d been focusing on a few seconds prior drift in my direction. I as quickly as possible snap my eyes downwards, my fingers tensely intertwining in a nervous action. Counting to ten in my head, I tentatively look back up to see him quipping at the man opposite him and pulling his jacket together.

Deciding to stop being a creep, I go on my phone and stick my earbud back into my ear, occasionally stealing a glance at the beautiful male down the carriage from me.

Deciding to crack open my can of bubble tea with the silver pull tab, I slurp down a sip and set it back on the table in front of me. Two big brown eyes glace in my direction at the sound. “Can’t believe I'm stuck with water.” The man gruffly mumbles. “Lemon, It’s a fucking drink, man up. Too sugary anyways.”

Looking up, I notice the duo have switched sides of the carriage and are now accompanied by a sleeping man in a washed-out pink hoodie, gray fuzzy jacket, and big hot pink glasses on his face.

I look down at my two cans and back up at the man who has a disappointed, unhappy-looking face. 

“Excuse me?” I try to keep my voice down but stick out my hand a little in hopes of catching his attention. My wish is granted when his whole body faces me, eyes and ears waiting for my reason for interruption. The one with the slicked-back hair turns his head in acknowledgment. 

The indents at the corners of my lips lift up in what I'm hoping is a comforting smile. “Um, the vending machine gave me two of these. I probably won't finish both anyway. Would you like to have it?” My voice tips up at the end in a question. I grasp the aluminum can in my hand and tilt it in his direction, watching his eyes sweep across it, scanning the label.

I can practically see his eyes brighten. The rich dark brown sparkling in the light outside of the train. His eyelids widen a fraction of an inch and his lips twitch into an almost smile.

From his reaction, I hopped up from my booth, my clothes rustling in the process, and stepped a few feet to set the can on his table with a thump.

Lemons POV:

Seeing the angel from outside sitting a few seats away is one thing. But the smile they give me warms my whole body. Like a heater of happiness and care comes in from my fingertips and leads to my core, making my mind stand still for a moment before I process their words and look down at the drink in their delicate hands. Recognizing the can I had wanted earlier in the day, I was shocked by the situation.

Before I can say anything, they stand and make their way to me. The clink of the drink on the table knocks me out of my stupor and I’m finally able to make sounds come out of my mouth and speak. “Thank you.” 

A bright, splitting smile graces their face, their teeth gleaming in the light. Their eyes squint from the force of their cheeks rising, long pretty eyelashes are perfectly framing them. Wrinkles are more prominent around their temple and mouth, but all the lines show, is how happy and cheerful they are.

“My name is Lemon. This is tangerine.” I gestured to my brother in front of me. Even though I hated the sound of the code names coming off my tongue, I had to use our aliases. I can hear in my head her asking ‘Like the fruit?’, I am just waiting for it to be uttered from their soft-looking lips.

“Oh! I love lemons! It’s so nice to meet you, I’m Y/n. And you’re welcome for the boba.” I’m stuck there for a second, my mind empty of how accepting they are of the silly names. Names that are so obviously fake, that everyone questions them without fail. Everyone except Y/n. They complimented them.

“I um.. I like your tie.” The expression on their face turns sheepish and they duck their head, looking at their shoes. Almost embarrassed in a way. As if they hadn’t meant to say it. And fuck me if I didn’t think it was the most adorable thing in the world.

“Thanks, love,” I utter, almost forgetting to reply, it comes out a few seconds later than necessary.

They pivot on their feet, swinging around in the direction of the table they were just sitting at. “Would you like a goldfish biscuit?” I would like to bash my head into this table, thanks. They turn their head and I internally thank myself for that stupid remark. 

As long as their face is in view, everything is worth the effort.

“Sure. Thank you.” That breathtaking smile again. All I can do is stare. Tangerine eventually gets the hint and hands them both packets, knowing full well neither he nor Lemon is going to eat them. 

They finally take their leave after all the delays. My eyes are locked on them the whole time, the dryness setting in.

“Oi bruv, stop starin’, it’s starting to get creepy.” A British accent breaks me from my trance, making my eyes blink a thousand a minute. After the stinging subsides, I divert my gaze to the blue eyes looking at me. One of his eyebrows is raised, mouth slightly agape in a confused expression. 

“Wasn’t staring, mate” My eyes roll to my right, upset that he caught onto my oogling. “I beg to fuckin differ! What would Thomas say, Lem?” The force of my head snapping back to him almost gives me whiplash, feeling almost dizzy. 

“Don’t you dare!” I gasped out, offended that he would even mention Thomas. How dare he-

After settling down, I took the tab of metal at the top of the can Y/n gave me and pulled it back, a loud cracking sound filling the air as it cracked into the aluminum. Bringing the beverage up to my lips, the sweet flavor filling my mouth. 

I can see Tan's eyes rolling, his lips set into a hard line, the arms covered in his jacket crossing and the fabric wrinkling, he's obviously effectively annoyed.

Thinking about the kind gesture of the drink I peek over, seeing them lay their head down on the gray table in front of them, taking a nap. Glancing down at the drink in my hand, I see the words ‘Brown Sugar’, my favorite flavor.

The drink is sweet. Like her.

Y/ns POV:

My eyes jolt open at the feeling of someone pushing me. I draw my gaze upwards and am greeted by a train attendant. 

Her hands grip my jacket, pulling me toward her with her eyes wide and wicked-looking. I instinctively kick my foot out, hitting her side with the force of pushing her back into the table behind her. 

Coughing is heard as the air is forced out of her lungs, her body slumping down onto the floor for a second. Seeing the opening in the aisle, I rush past the automatic doors, they efficiently open with a ‘slunk’. Pushing my body into the bathroom door, It falls open and I stumble in. Reorienting myself, I quickly close and lock the door frantically. 

I scramble backward to get as much space as I can between the door and me as if she could burst through it. “Bitch!” I hear a muffled shout of frustration and thudding on the metal, the flesh of her fists repeatedly hitting it. 

After a few seconds of my panicked breathing and her pounding, it stops and tiny thuds are heard, leading out and into another car.

“Fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck. Oh my god! Okay! It’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay.” I breathlessly whisper out, as if she can still hear me. I wheeze and sit down in the spacious bathroom. My arm pushes against some buttons on the wall and a jet of water violently hisses out of the toilet, hitting the wall in front of it and spraying aggressive streams everywhere.

I cover myself with my jacket, my arm lifting out in front of me as I turn to the red buttons on the wall, mashing my fist into them with a clacking sound as I beat the plastic. 

The water continues to soak my jacket, the color turning darker as it becomes saturated. The water slows to a stop, and all that can be heard is the in and out of panting and drops meeting the puddle on the floor. 

“Holy shit.” I gasp out into the echoey space. 

After metaphorically shitting my pants for a looong while and using the towels in the cupboard underneath the sink that was always stocked. My jacket is effectively sopping wet, I took it off a while ago, the crisp air hitting my damp skin, creating goose bumps. 

Sighing, I stand up and slowly click the lock on the bathroom door to the other side, peeking my head out, almost anticipating the sight of the attendant who attacked me. I haven’t heard the sound of walking or train doors opening in quite a while, and curious as to where everyone has gone. 

The coast is clear, only the spotless resting area and the luggage. Well, where some of the luggage used to be. All that resides there is the stainless steel of the shiny shelves. Not a personal item in sight. 

Where is everyone? Someone should have come by if I missed the last stop or something.

I decide to head in a random direction. Aimlessly wandering through the train cars, the pitter-patter of my feet becomes frantic and louder, ricocheting off the empty walls. The only thing I can hear. 

The windows display the beginning of a warm yellow, the sun still below the skyline but waiting for its time to fully be seen. Who knows how many hours have passed. 

I throw as many doors open as possible, trying to find any sense of a living being. A certain door wouldn’t budge from its position and I let my gaze drift down, a pink band with hot pink glistening plastic balls decorating the fabric. My eyebrows furrow, disoriented and puzzled, I undo the fastening, the band falling to the ground in a clatter. I let my fist wrap around the cool handle to the door and pull.

The door snaps open at my touch, and the handle loudly thwacks against the wall. A Japanese man sits in the corner, blood soaked through his clothes, but breathing nonetheless. 

The air is stolen from my lungs, not being able to take any more oxygen in, as if I was punched in the chest. What really makes me stop in my tracks is the large man slumped down on the floor. His hair is bleached-blonde, him wearing a jean jacket. His shirt has holes all over it. Bullet holes. Dark blood in his beard glints in the light, shiny and red. His full lips were now stained with the offending liquid.

My knees collapse underneath me, then hit the floor with a sickening smack, pain shooting down my legs. “L-Lemon?” 

My hands come up and push at his chest, waiting for the rhythmic beating to reach them. All I feel is his button-down. Red droplets around his collar match the suspenders hiked onto his shoulders.

I can’t control my hands, my whole body is shaking uncontrollably. My arms twitching back and forth. Cupping his large, warm cheeks in my hands, I choke out, “Lemon?”

“No. No no no no nonono” my panicky slurred mumbling filled the space, my tongue feeling heavy and dry. The nice man who I couldn’t manage to take my eyes off of the whole train ride. The one who was considerate enough to give me something in return for a stupid canned drink.

The one with the big eyes that twinkled in the light. With big, full, round cheeks that adorably lifted wherever he smiled. His smile that would light up the whole room. The one people so rarely saw.

The one who now slumped against the wall, covered in blood.

[incorrectbatfam]

Cass and Steph headcanon pls

They saw one of those super preachy preachers on Steph's campus so Cass walked up and started rapping the prayer of Saint Francis with plenty of cuss words sprinkled in

Fall aesthetics are their jam. We're talking fuzzy sweaters, jumping in leaves, hot cider—the whole shabang. No one celebrates fall like Steph and Cass

They went bungee jumping between missions in Switzerland

Cass can do a perfect screaming goat impression, scaring the hell outta Steph each time

For the anniversary of the day they met, Damian gifted them a drawing of the unspoken Scrambled Egg Incident

When Steph turns 21, she has her first drink with Cass at the place where she knows they're gonna embarrass Jason

"Remember when you dated Kon?" and "Remember when you dated Tim?" comes up quite a bit

They accidentally met Taylor Swift in New York and when they come home, they're like "guess who met their first celebrity" and World-Famous Philanthropist and CEO of Wayne Enterprises™ Bruce Wayne is just there like "..."

On a different Earth, Steph and Cass start a rock band together

Steph uses pasta noodles as straws before letting Cass eat them

They find a random bronze duck statue on one of their missions and bring it back. Now it sits in the middle of the Batcave and Cass parks her bike against it

They bought matching hoop earrings but Cass lost one, so Steph gave one to Harper and now they each have one like pirates

Cass often forgets she's technically famous as the Wayne daughter, and once in a while she gets reminded of that when a picture of her slurping spaghetti through her nose circulates the internet. Steph's always there to remind her that strangers' opinions don't really matter

On another different Earth, they met as kids in a science class when they got paired up to make a potato-powered light bulb

Steph admires Cass's resilience. Cass admires Steph's easygoing humor

They stock up on half-off candy the day after Valentine's

Cass was there in the aftermath of Steph and Tim breaking up, and she listened as Steph talked until she came to her own realization that this was a long time coming and maybe she's not as torn-up about it as she initially thought

When they're apart, they send each other the corniest postcards they can find with messages like "I hope this smells like the burrito I'm eating"

When Steph got rejected from her first college of choice, Cass took her out for Batburgers and ice cream and assured her they're the ones missing out

[creepypocky]

Hello! I was wondering if I could please have a NSFW creepy pasta match up??

My Zodiac sings are Capricorn sun, Pisces rising and libra moon, my MBTI type is INTJ, I am straight and my pronouns are she/her

I am 5’7 and am quite slim but I do have a bit of hidden strength. I’m kinda insecure about my height so someone who can tower over me is my favourite thing haha

For My personality I am quite introverted but when you get to know me I come out of my shell more and tend to joke around a lot and become very adventurous. Being around people for long amounts of time becomes very tiring and I tend to get bored of people easily and need my alone time. It’s not something I’m proud of but I am very possessive over my friends and get jealous extremely easily. I also have a bit of a short fuse which is annoying because I’m also an angry crier 😭. Sometimes my emotions tend to take over and I act out and become impulsive. IN SAYING THAT, I am very caring and a huge people pleaser at times. I love comforting people and being there for them when they are in need.

I like horror movies and slashers like Michael Myers and Jason Voorhees. I love summer but also heavy rain and thunderstorms make me feel so comforted. It’s my dream to join a circus one day and I am currently doing Lyra (aerial hoop) in hopes that one day I can be apart of a circus. I also do pole dancing. I love animals and the Victorian Era style idk the dresses and architecture is amazing

I definitely have a type I am VERY fussy when it comes to relationships, I’d definitely want someone who comes across and dark and mysterious but has a total soft spot for me. Loyalty is huge for me and I want to know I can trust that person with anything. I’d love to have someone who is possessive and protective over me and would do anything for me (vice versa) kinda like a ride or die relationship

For the nsfw stuff… I’m definitely a bottom BUT I think that I could take control once or twice. I have a huge size kink and love the feeling over being helpless and tiny. The feeling of being owned is definitely a turn on, I want someone to literally brand me pls. I’d love to be slapped and thrown around, like manhandled. PRAISE IS HOT TO ME IDK but at the same time a bit of degradation would be 10/10. I have a bit of a breeding link which I think comes in turn with the whole ownership thing.

Feet and butt stuff are an instant turn off like I’m very open minded but those are an absolute no.

Thank you so much!!!!!

Hello hello, hope you are doing well! Just woke up and I'm gonna start off my day by writing this fabulous matchup. :)

Also, I’m guessing you want romantic with it too because you put info for a romantic matchup as well, which is okay! I love writing romantics. <3

|| I match you with: Eyeless Jack! ||

A pretty obvious reason I matched you with this sexy demon boy is because of size difference, this guy is like 6′5-6′7 and much taller than you. But I promise there’s other good reasons as well, lmao.

He’s very introverted too, and when he opens up he is more adventurous than he jokes around because he’s a pretty serious guy but he’d joke around with you if he was in the mood to.

He understands getting tired of being around people and needing your alone time because he’s a massive introvert as well and being around people constantly becomes a chore for him. When you ever get exhausted because of people or want your alone time he’ll always respect that and leave you be.

When your anger and emotions get the best of you, he’s always there by your side to pull you away from the problem and help you get a levelled head, he helps you think rationally and calms you down. He makes sure that when you’re around people you don’t become too impulsive because he doesn’t want you to get in danger or be hurt.

Jack is a really quiet guy, and he keeps his true emotions in most of the time. He doesn’t feel like he can trust anyone but when you come into his life you slowly push past his walls and he opens up to you like he’s never done for anyone else. And you’re always there for him when he’s in need and he’s there for you.

He really likes slasher movies as well, he loves to let you just lay on him as y’all watch them because he just loves the feeling of your body against his it gives him euphoria tbh.

He’s more of a winter guy but he also loves rain and storms, if it ever storms at night he likes to bring you outside to just smell and feel how the air is during or after it comes pouring down.

He likes your talent for dancing a lot, sometimes he’ll ask you to dance for him either for the sake of it or for you to return a favor. ;)

If he’s ever out and in his human form with Slenders permission, he’ll buy you all kinds of those dresses if you wanted him to. He loves how you look and them and he especially loves the smile on your face when you wear them.

Jack is completely loyal to you, because let me tell you something, once you find your way into this mans heart he is completely smitten with you and there is no chance he would ever let you go or betray you in any way. He feels for you something he couldn’t ever feel for anyone else during your time together.

He’s extremely possessive too, he hates when the other creeps are around you too often and he gets annoyed by them much easier when you’re around because he doesn’t want them to do anything to you, he’s aware of how dangerous they are.

If you ever get jealous, he always makes sure to make it very clear he only ever has eyes for you, other women are honestly boring/bland to him. He would definitely do absolutely anything for you even if it went against Slendermans will, you just always get the best of him and he can’t help it.

NSFW:

This kinky demon motherfucker is most definitely a hard dom and will manhandle the fuck out of you, especially when he’s in his heats. He has a big size difference kink and he loves how small you look under him when he rams into you with his hand around your throat.

He doesn’t get horny often unless he’s in heat but when he is, he’s super rough with you. loves to hold your arms back and pull your hair.

If you ever manage to top him, he’s a big brat so either you wont last very long or you’ll have to really restrain him good.

He will definitely own you, he loves to leave all kinds of marks on you and make sure people can see some of them because he just hates people having their eyes on you. Will constantly remind you that you’re only his and that nobody else can have you.

He praises you so much but if you’ve been a brat to him he will most definitely degrade you and slap you around, and choke you until you’re about to faint from it.

He has a really hard breeding kink too, he loves to spill his load into you and just slowly keep thrusting in and let you feel all of his warm cum in you.

~

There you go! Hopefully this is what you wanted! ^^ I hope you’re having a great day/night. Take care of yourself. I enjoyed writing this very much.

<3

[kewltie]

anyway, abo au where alpha prohero ground zero decides it's time to start a family of his own but he doesn't have a mate and neither does he want one so he signs up for an omega surrogate program & meet his former childhood friend who will now carry his baby for him. 

izuku is a male omega w/ v v v high fertility even for his secondary sex and a strong body which make him an ideal surrogate to give birth healthy babies. w/ the program izuku contracted, izuku had given birth to several babies for various ppl over the years & babies are all happy and that's all that matter.

being a surrogate wasn't ever part of his dream but izuku is an omega & quirkless in a world that doesn't exactly appreciate either. one day when he was fruitlessly working at his 9 to 5 job, a rep from the company approached him w/ a pamphlet about surrogacy. the paid is v v good, the prenatal care & pregnancy compensation is all taken care of by the clients and his company, and he can select and choose which jobs to take. many families and ppl in the world cant have kids of their own for various reasons and izuku is HELPING THEM ACHIEVE THEIR DREAM. in his own way izuku is helping these people!!!!  He may not be saving lives has a hero that he always wanted to be but he's giving them their hope and dream in a child they all want so izuku does his job proudly. the only sadness he gets from it that once it's over the baby isn't his anymore bc he's contracted to sign over his parental rights to his clients.

so he tries desperately not to fall desperately in love w/ each of the babies he had. it's... tough but he loves them all the same. the good point is that some of his clients will let him talk and meet w/ their child’s birth parent so izuku isn't deprived of that connection.

it's a quiet and unconventional job, but izuku is happy w/ this lifestyle that he had chosen even as it make DATING AN ABSOLUTE pain. how do you explain to ppl that no you're not marry yet or date anyone but you have several kids floating around all over japan in various household??? lol /o\ this made him feel terribly alone thinking how he wants a family of his own one day after seeing how he's making his client so happy w/ their new baby in their arms. happiness wrapped in a surreal sadness as he watched his babies w/ their new family wishing for that happiness for himself one day but while izuku is settled in his bubble of melancholy an solitude, katsuki BUSTED DOWN THAT DOOR when he made a requested to have a surrogate. NOT JUST ANYONE WILL DO, the best one you FUCKING GOT: experience, results, good health, strong quirk, smart, and not some fucking easy omega.

the qualifications and requirements are obscene and ridiculous lolol but he paid through the roof to get the absolute best for his future child. izuku hits every one of these markers except... for the quirk one. the program hesitate to bring the two to meet but katsuki is impatience. he had been delayed and delayed over and over again for months as they try to match up a good surrogate partner for him. every one of them he had quickly rejected v v loudly and walked out on the meeting. izuku is literally their last hope as katsuki throws another fit.

katsuki is getting older now, close to his 30s annd still stuck in singlehood while all his colleagues and friends settle down with a family of their own. his parents, esp his old hag, has been relentlessly nagging him to GIVE HER A BABY ALREADY SHE WANTS TO BE A GRANDMA BEFORE SHE DIE so w/ all kind of pressures, he said fuck it, i'll give you a fucking BABY but i dont need a mate to do it but in truth he earnestly does want a baby for his own bc the idea of raising a tiny human w/ all the trails and errors and potentially fucking up is humbling & huge responsibility.  he thinks he’s up for it like the pro-stage where he's standing at the top now, he can conquered it w sheer force and effort as he does w/ any challenge that he face. Parenthood will be his greatest battle and hurdle he has to overcome and he's going to fucking ACE IT. so katsuki is 10000% in this and he wants the best surrogate for his baby.

the program finally have izuku & katsuki meet after wasting 5 months of trying to find katsuki a suitable partner that he won't reject right away. so their first meeting go something like this: multiple slam doors, a table is flipped, and a lot of yelling.

it went great because izuku is hired right away. Just kidding.

katsuki had thought it was some giant fucking joke the moment izuku had walked through that door. "Who the fuck set this up?!" he demanded, kicking a coffee table over. so furious that his hands were shaking bc the idea of the length he'd went through and hoops he'd jumped over to get here JUST SO HE CAN BE MAKE A FOOL OUT OF, he'd stormed out a sec later, slamming doors violently on his way out and they had to dragged his ass back w/ the fervent promise that no IT'S NOT A PRANK AND WE HAVE NOTHING TO DO W/ CHARGEBOLT OR RED RIOT, PLS PLS LISTEN TO US.

he came back to izuku's unperturbed face as he took a sip of his coffee and katsuki snapped defensively, "i hope you won't fucking be drinking that piss when you're pregnant with my baby."

Unimpressed, Izuku replied, "good thing im not pregnant yet bc who said i would agree."

Flustered and red in the face w/ anger bc THE AUDACITY OF IZUKU TO REJECT HIM WHEN KATSUKI SHOULD BE THE ONE TO DOING IN THE FIRST PLACE!! izuku was the one who doesn't deserve to carry his child!! but the director of the program hurriedly assured him that izuku IS THE *BEST*. he got a pages of recommendation/referral, glowing reviews, and every client of his had never been happier bc of him. all his pregnancy were carried to full term and the babies are all good & strong. izuku himself go the gym when he's not on the job, keeping a healthy lifestyle. he doesn't drink or smoke (which katsuki emphasized in his requirement) and his family doesn't have any record any genetic disorder. he may not have finish college but he test high in his IQ and he take his job v v v seriously. the only problem was... he's quirkless.

it's a thing izuku always make it point for all his clients to know what they could potentially get w/ their children if they chose him. some walked away but most stayed with bc izuku is THE BEST OF THE BEST and they want kid more than they want a manufactured perfect child.

"will that be a problem?" izuku asked, meeting his eyes dead on. "does the thought of having a quirkless child anger you?"

katsuki bristles, clenching & unclenching his hands at his side. though no much had change over the years, he's older now, not that dumbass kid anymore, misguided by his own sense of pride and arrogance and warped by prejudice and the superiority of his quirk. He had left that behind in UA, who happily beaten the idiocy out of him. now, he doesn't care if his child is quirkless or not bc they're his and he'll raise and love them all the same. if the world treat his kid crap for being quirkless, he'll teach them to fuck the world up till it bow down and kiss their ass bc they're a bakugou and they don't settle for anything less, which brought back to the point that izuku REALLY IS THE BEST THEY GOT.

so he shook his head and said, "it doesn't matter whether they're quirkless or not bc they're mine and i always take good care of what's mine."

Izuku's eyes widen and for fraction of a second his cool mask of difference crack under katsuki's heartfelt and sincere words. They havent seen each other since middle school, that’s over a decade, and katsuki truly have grown up into someone the entire world can admire and hold up on a pedestal as the no. 1 hero in the country.

"And what about you? you're okay with me?" katsuki retorted. "with the kind of volatile *history* that we shared."

Izuku paused, and then, he said quietly, "i'm not that petty to deny you a child bc of our past bc neither of us are the kids we were back then."

katsuki stood up. "get him the paperworks and have him sign it. i want him and nobody else."

Izuku jerked up in surprised. "that's it? you dont want to ask me anything else? don't you want to go through my records and background to make sure that im the right fit for you."

katsuki stared down at him and it was like pinned under glass before he said, "we may have changed, but something are still the same. you still want to help ppl even if this is a roundabout way  to do it. i trust my instinct and my instinct is screaming at me to give you a fucking chance." He looked away, scratching the back of his head as he continued, "if there's one thing that is made clear to me now is that you're a good person and i was a shittyass kid for not realizing that sooner."

izuku's breath hitched. it's not an apology but it's damn close.

and with that he left izuku dizzy with a confusing cocktail of warmth, shock, and something far too nebulous and strange for him to put a finger to yet. when he first realized it was katsuki who was looking for a surrogate, he'd steel himself of the rejection & lashing out to come. izuku had spent his entire life rejected one way or another, so he was mentally prepare for this to be added to pile esp from the man who had hurt him repeatedly before. when katsuki had left for U.A. and izuku in the dust, they rarely have anything to do w/ each other after that even as he'd followed katsuki meteoric rise to the top, his blazing trajectory that placed him as the current no.1 bc despite everything, katsuki truly is amazing and deserved his place. he just never thought they would meet again in the sort of situation where a baby is the bargaining chip.

izuku was prepared for everything that katsuki would throw at him... but not his fervent agreement. now, izuku got to face the fact that for a year they're going to spend in each other pocket as izuku tries to carry not only katsuki's baby but his hope and future too. it's going to be either a total nightmare or some v v surreal dream bc it's bakugou katsuki with all that fame and temper and strong armed will and izuku is just... plain old izuku. he never had a client w/ such power and weight to throw around and so high profile that every know his name.

oh what did he sign up for, izuku thought as the door to the meeting room was slammed open again and katsuki glared at the director. "wait i want it all to be done today," katsuki said. "put my sperms in him as soon as possible."

izuku dropped his face into his hand and sighed.

the process of getting izuku impregnated is all v clinical and boring. izuku goes under a pseudo heat simulation that fool his body to think he's actually going into heat so his fertility up even more so during this period and he get artificially inseminated w/ katsuki's sperm. this is actually a process and takes several days & even weeks to prepare bc waiting for izuku's most fertile window during his heat period is v v important to have higher chance of success NORMALLY but w/ advance tech izuku can go under a pseudo heat that trigger release of eggs  so they can get it all done pretty quickly and dont have to wait for nature to set it up for them.

katsuki already provided enough sperm to last a fucking lifetime bc he's an overly prepared asshole and it's three days later when they meet back at the clinic to start the process. all of this is under the watchful care of doctors and nurses to make sure everything go right. izuku had done this many times before for his previous clients so this isn't new to him at all but it's the first time that a client specifically demand to be part of the entire process.

izuku stares him down and tells him in no uncertain detail bc it's already weird enough to be the one to carry his former childhood friend's baby but to have him watch izuku get inseminated w/ his sperm?? YEA OK, no. katsuki glowers bc he just want everything to GO SMOOTHLY. his micromanagement & obsessiveness drives the clinic insane but izuku kinda finds it funny and cute?? maybe bc he's aware that it's just katsuki's nerves acting up since this is so terribly new and terrifying for him and HE DOESN'T LIKE IT WHEN THINGS ARENT UNDER HIS CONTROL.

neither katsuki or izuku is alone this bc surrogacy isn't about either them it's about the baby and the ppl who helps make it possible and that's both of them. the surrogate who carries the unborn fetus and donor who gives a part of themselves to make it all possible. izuku hesitates before deciding screw it & reaches out and holds katsuki's hand in comfort AS THOUGH KATSUKI THE ONE GETTING THE PROCEDURE DONE TO HIM. "i'll be fine," he insists. "i've done this plenty of times before and dr. abe even longer than that with 20yrs of experience so i'll be ok."

"I'm not worry," katsuki snaps, even though he squeezes Izuku's hand hard enough that izuku is afraid his bones might crack under the pressure. "i know you'll be fucking fine, wont he dr. abe?" he stares down at the doctor with the full force of his wrath that the doctor shifts nervously.

"o-of course, bakugou-san," dr abe is quick to assure him. "our best ppl is on the job."

izuku rolls his eyes bc while heat inducing artificial insemination isn't exactly a new tech but there's a risk to any kind of medical procedure. it's low though and izuku isn't worry.

katsuki lets him go and izuku just sends him a quick reassuring smile over his shoulder even as katsuki can't take his eyes off of the entire trip to the surgical room. the process takes around 1-2 hours max & izuku comes out of it mostly woozy & still under heat related stress.

he needs to rest the next few days as he lets nature and w/ the help of science takes it course. izuku rests up at the clinic that provide him 24hrs care to make sure everything is alright which is all normal and part of the procedure. what surprise him is that katsuki visiting him DAILY. he actually bring izuku's home cooked meals that are carefully & thoughtfully prepared (healthy food choices!!) that it silences him for a moment.

"you know im not pregnant yet," izuku points out helpfully. "do you want me to explain how biology work in case UA didn't go over it in their curriculum?"

"shut your face and just eat," katsuki says with a glower, and watches intensely as izuku eats every bite and not leave a single piece behind. while there he harasses izuku's nurses and doctors, asking for izuku's vital stats and probing questions about the surgery & his health.it's so annoying and overbearing, but izuku can't help the smile threatening to break through his defense bc that's just like katsuki shoving his business into everything and dominating the entire process even though it is IZUKU who is going through it all. it's dreadfully cute.

izuku is fully recovered after several days of rest as expected and he is, once again surprised, to see katsuki is right there every step of the way as he is release from the clinic. katsuki who took a short shift today just so he can pick izuku up, which IS SUPER RARE. katsuki is a total workaholic and married to his job kind of pro hero so for him to take half a day off is beyond shocking for everyone?? bc HE GOT ENOUGH VACATION/SICK DAYS TO TAKE SEVERAL MONTHS OFF w/o any worry, but he came to take izuku home and make sure everything is in order.

it's not that izuku didn't have any clients wanting to be so involve in the whole surrogacy/pregnancy process but katsuki takes it into a whole new lvl w/ how much he inserts himself into izuku's life like it's not just the baby he care about but izuku too. he delivers izuku home and make sure izuku have his emergency contacts at all time in case ANYTHING, ABSOLUTEY ANYTHING HAPPEN and he wants izuku to text him daily with updates even for stupid things. he's obsessive and demanding and nervous, and izuku thinks it's funny as hell.

so for the next several weeks, izuku flood katsuki's phone w/ commentary about his days that HAS NOTHING TO DO W/ his chance of being pregnant. since izuku full time job is just being a surrogate, he mostly spend his days wandering around the city, reading, volunteering, etc. izuku updates katsuki on his daily activities and while he doesn't always get a reply immediately but his updates are always left on read and sometimes katsuki would leave some *encouraging* word like 'yea,' or 'okay' and izuku doesn't know why but he finds them comforting all the same.

 when he wanders around the city, he'll text katsuki his coordinates bc katsuki is paranoid &wants him to keep away from dangerous area or area under villain attack, he would take pictures of the heroes he see and katsuki would have a snarky comments on each & every one of them. it's in this moments that the two of them really come alive. izuku get a glimpse of the world that he could have had if he had a quirk and pursue his dream of going pro hero and insights on what it's like to be bakugou katsuki, the man standing at the pinnacle of the pro hero scene.

At this point katsuki is even more engaged in izuku's text now. he becomes interest in the books izuku is currently reading, the outreach programs izuku super passionate about esp for young and disenfranchise quirkless youths. then there are izuku's rowdy neighbors and their hilariously complicated love life that izuku is terribly invested bc of his lack of one.

"i think higa-san is going to break up with him today," izuku would update him one day, after watching his neighbors have another blow out.

katsuki texts back an hour later: "yea right, the guy is spineless coward. he wouldn't ever go through it."

izuku lets out a smile as he stares down at the text. it's the most fun izuku ever had in the middle of a job that he forget they're not friends at all but client and surrogate. this is a job for him and izuku is an end to a mean for katsuki. it doesn't mean anything. It couldn’t mean anything. Why is he even trying?

Izuku has been doing the job for seven years and carried his pregnancy to full terms five times. he knows the routine even though each client he had were different from one another and not all pregnancy are the same, but he knows what to expect and prepare. nothing truly surprised him anymore. Or at least they shouldn’t. ,his world didn't suddenly change w/ katsuki's arrival in his ordinary life. izuku is still very much the same person, but all the same he wake up everyday w/ renews energy and lightens heart, looking forward to seeing the text notification from katsuki popping up on his phone screen.

he finds himself looking forward to their interaction the most throughout his days. a glimpse into katsuki's world and what it means to be a part of his life again however temporary it is bc izuku knows there is a time limit to this. he's only allow to talk like this w/ katsuki bc he's doing him a favor, a job, an obligation in exchange of money. they're in a relationship artificially made, they're not friends or colleagues and izuku may be carrying katsuki's baby in the future but he's not a parent w/ katsuki.

He’s an incubator.

these thoughts feel tangibly familiar to his past cases where he had carried the fetus to full term and had to part ways with his baby and the client/parents and separate himself from their lives after the birth but it had never hurt in this way like the thoughts alone would cut his heart into pieces now. it's beyond selfish to get attach and izuku tries to maintain a careful distance w/ katsuki bc they're client and an employee, but katsuki is relentless. he won't settle for just for pieces of izuku and his life. he wants it all. Izuku may be weak enough to give it to him…

 he invests himself into izuku's life, his interest, his worries and thoughts. to katsuki, izuku isn't just an incubator but someone who shares the other half of his baby's genes so of fucking course he IS INVESTED BC izuku is just as important as the fetus he could be carrying right now but izuku has a hard time wrapping his head around it bc while izuku was w/ his other client they were all kind and caring to him during his surrogacy but never to this length. they weren't interest in him as a person but someone who is a means to an end, a tool to make their dream come true.

izuku isn't hurt by that regard bc he knows getting involve w/ your surrogate can be a hot mess & confusing for the baby growing up so izuku knows how to keep his distance and careful to keep his heart walled up but katsuki has a habit of breaking things. He’s so very, very good at it, especially distubring the peace of izuku’s heart.

katsuki may be relentless w/ his attention & dedication but izuku's walls went down embarrassingly easy as though he was waiting for katsuki to reach out toward him after all the years apart and shake him loose from his bubble of solitude. katsuki doesn't realize how affected izuku is by his clumsy and gestures, but izuku won't tell. He’s too embarrassed to ever bring it up because even after all these years katsuki still has such a sever effect on him.

so izuku lends himself to enjoy this upcoming months as much as he can bc once it's over they will part ways again as though they exist solely in different space and the only chance he'll get to see katsuki and the baby is through the screen of his tv. it doesn't bring him any comfort but it's manageable. izuku can deal with it. he got years to get used to it by now.  It’s not gentle but it’s a blunt kind of truth that mend with time.

several weeks after since izuku did the procedure, he doesn't feel any different but izuku wakes up one morning and he could feel a strangeness settling over his body. there are a lot of old wives tales about pregnant omegas and women and most of them are false, standing against scientific knowledge but izuku been going around this block five times already, so he realizes there may be some truths to a few of them.

he gets out of bed and makes breakfast before making sure to send a text and photo to katsuki about his meals bc katsuki is ANAL about making izuku eat right. katsuki motherhenning him miles away even as he is out on patrol is still the most hilarious and weirdly sweet thing, izuku finds. it doesn't feel suffocating at all to him. sometimes he when the thought slip out of him unconsciously he thinks this is what it's like to have an alpha of his own, but katsuki isn't his by any means.

izuku forgoes his favorite breakfast meal this time and go for something he rarely eats. a food that he normally doesn't chose but it feels right this time. it all clicks. the signs were all there several days back. the frequent bathroom usage, his breasts throbbing, and cramps. he'd seen it already but this morning it lines up perfectly like it was all meant to be, like everything is built up just for this moment right here.

so with a bounce to his steps, he waits for katsuki's text back. It takes a few mins when katsuki get back from his morning run bc he got a routine and is terribly predictable in that regard. his following texts rip into izuku's choice of food bc IT ISN'T HIS USUAL at all and katsuki have colorful words about the kind of junk izuku force feed into his body and DOESN'T HE KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF HIMSELF. HOW THE FUCK DID HE SURVIVES ALL THESE YEARS ON HIS OWN.

izuku smiles down at his phone even though katsuki is blasting him and everything he choose to be, but HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT IT ALL MEANS. it's kinda adorable so when katsuki get into a slow rant about food group and healthy life choices, izuku cuts in:

me: oh btw im pregnant :)

he didn't get any get any respond from katsuki for the next five mins so during that time izuku makes fresh cup of juice to drink while katsuki works to settle down his panic. when he comes back fifteen mins later, it's to a series of angry keymash and texts.

kacchan: a;sjdasdf

kacchan: as;dlifucccck

kacchan: fuck fuck fuck

kacchan: are you serious?!

kacchan: DONT FUCKING JOKE WIHT ME DEKU

kacchan: i'm coming over right now

kacchan: you better be sitting down

kacchan: don't fucking move even an inch

kacchan: YOU HEAR ME

me: ok

izuku sits there peacefully, enjoying his cup of juice as he waits for katsuki's arrival. one of his hand rests over his stomach carefully & though he hadn't taken any test or get his bloodwork done, he knows, instinctively & intimately that there is a life growing inside of him.

it's all very silly and unproven since there's no concrete evidence to support any of it, but maybe it's his omega instinct, maybe it's his experience as a carrier who brought five children into this world, or maybe it's just wishful thinking on his part, but he knows and this is a truth that won’t be brought down.

izuku takes his job v seriously bc people's happiness hinged on his ability to give them a child they earnestly had wished for so he of course he would want to be pregnant as soon as possible, but--izuku looks down at his stomach, this time even more so he wants it to be real.

 he wants to be the one to fulfilled katsuki's earnest wish and give him the child he desired. it's as much a part of his job, his duty, but also something he selfishly wants for himself. this baby, this child will be his only connection to katsuki once his job his completed. they'll part ways after this--no more late night phone calls, morning texts, and silly anecdotes they exchange to each other everyday bc izuku is unlikely to ever see him again. their worlds are just too far apart, like the two planets stuck in orbit but never meeting but at least with this child, izuku knows there is always a piece of him w/ katsuki always. so more than anything, this child will be his gift to katsuki.

he picks up his phone & sends katsuki a text.

me: if you dont mind, could you pick up a pregnancy test just to be sure?

izuku knows himself & his body, but he wants to be 110% sure for katsuki's sake. he doesn't want to get katsuki's hope up only to crush it later. katsuki's respond back is quick and telling.

kacchan: will three do?

kacchan: do you need anything else?

kacchan: i'll get them

izuku pauses, frowning hard as he looks down at his phone.

me: please don't text and drive

me: also, try stay below the speed limits

me: i dont want you to die before you see your child.

this time it takes longer to get a respond back.

kacchan: dont fucking talk to me about the speed laws kacchan: im not a reckless idiot

kacchan: my entire job description is to uphold the law so degenerates dont fucking run amok

kacchan: ... im not driving right now

izuku's brows furrow in thought before a smile cracks across his face.

me: kacchan... did you pull over to the side just to yell at me?

me: that's so terribly cautious and cute of you :3c

me: you're already on your way to becoming a great dad.

kacchan: FUCK YOU!!!!!!

Izuku laughs, light and so tinged with joy that it feels so strange to him to be this happy about something silly as this.

me: not a chance but thanks.

me: dont forget to buy my pregnancy test and i dont need anything else. just come here as soon as possible afterward

and he leaves it that. katsuki doesnt text him back anymore, leaving izuku to wait for his arrival with anticipation. he should get up and clean the apartment so it's presentable at least to katsuki. he hadn't had a guest in a while so this would get a good change but katsuki's warning still loop in his head. getting up to clean the apartment would constitute moving around and izuku is barely into his first trimester so, it's not like he's straining his body or anything. katsuki is just being an overbearing anxious new father.

izuku had seen that before in his past clients, who constantly fret over izuku's health but they're not THE GROUND ZERO and he has the nagging suspicious that he doesn't want to test katsuki's thinning patience with him. it's fun to tease him like this but he knows his limit. so izuku continues to sit there & waits, playing w/ his phone as he scrolls through the hero news site to check any interesting updates. izuku may have long let go of his dream but he can't disconnect from it completely. it's how he stay in the loop w/o actually being a part of it.

izuku's eyes widen as he spots a tweet on the #groundzero tag on twitter that sits atop of all others: "no jokes, guys i think i just a saw #groundzero stormed into my store and headed toward the omega’s hygiene care aisle. he bought a bunch of stuff before heading out.”

it already got a several thousands likes and retweets, with a flood of comments that ranged from "what?? sounds fake lol" or "okay, who would have guess gz would be the one to secretly keeping an omega on the side" and others are filled with more confusion and disbelief.

izuku makes a face. his contract binds him to confidentially and assurance that his identity remains quiet. he never had any problem with his identity being exposed w/ any of previous clients but then again he never had such a famous client before. this--is going to be a headache. he chews down on his lower lip in thought as he shuts down his phone. he's going to have to remind katsuki to be more careful next time lest they figure out what katsuki is up to... and who izuku is to him. not his friend, not his sweetheart, not his omega but his surrogate.

just as izuku ponders about doing damage control, there is a series of loud insistent knocks on his apartment door. izuku blinks and hurriedly to the door w/o any thought who is on the other side bc somehow he knows it got to be *him*.

he opens to door to katsuki's scowling face.

"i told you to not fucking move," katsuki scolds, and pushes his way inside w/o any invite, carefully moving izuku to the side like izuku is made of glass which make izuku annoyed right away but also painfully fond in that . he's an overprotective idiot but he's trying and that's--*something*.

 "how else would i let you in then," izuku retorts, rolling his eyes as he leads katsuki into apartment. "im only couple of weeks pregnant at most and you're already asking for miracles."

katsuki scoffs but doesn't argue as he hands izuku a full plastic bag. "okay, start peeing."

"I--" Izuku opens the bag and looks inside, staring down at the pregnancy tests stuffed to the rim of the small bag, all eleven boxes of them, "I dont have enough pee for this."

katsuki frowns. "drink a lot of water then," he suggests.

Izuku shoots him a glare. "that's not funny," he snaps.

katsuki's frowns deepen. "i'm not being funny," he says.

Izuku sighs and just digs his hand into the bag to grab a handful of the boxes. "i'll do only two so dont even." he throws the rest of the bag at katsuki and heads toward the bathroom.

it horrifyingly takes them all 30mins to be done w/ the tests bc katsuki v loudly insisted that he should do more than two, kept on banging on the bathroom door to let him know that. izuku gritted his teeth and took three more and really DID RAN OUT OF PEE AFTER THE FIFTH ONE.

the wait for the test results which only take a mins or two is ramped up by katsuki anxiously pacing back and forth in front of izuku until izuku grabs him by the sleeve of his shirt and drags him down to the sit next to him in the couch. "it'll be okay," he assures katsuki.

katsuki scowls and brushes off his touch, but he seems to breathe a little easier after that. the first three tests gives them a positive, the fourth is a negative, and the fifth is a positive. izuku frowns at the result. he knows in his heart that is w/o a doubt pregnant and the majority of the results support that but, he casts a nervous glance katsuki whose face is seemingly troubled, that's probably not enough for katsuki who spend a load of money to afford izuku's time, commitment, and body. Izuku is expensive but so is katsuki’s time and investment.

he definitely wants more than a dubious result that isn't 100% guarantee that izuku's pregnant and even if izuku tells him that he is truly pregnant bc izuku knows his own body, that may not go well either. "we can get the bloodwork done tomorrow to check for sure," izuku tries to assures him. Sometimes science speak louder than a parental instinct.

katsuki stares at him, eyes so intently focus on izuku that he feels like's a butterfly pinned under katsuki's gaze. abruptly, he reaches a hand out and grabs Izuku's own, giving it a quick and purposeful squeeze. "Move in with me," he says, sounding so grave and serious.

izuku gets up from his seat. "Do you want something to drink?" he asks, already heading toward the kitchen. "suddenly, im parched."

"did you hear what i just said?!" katsuki demands, trailing after him like a yapping puppy on his heels. "And sit the fuck down! let me get it."

abruptly, izuku stops and turns around to face katsuki with a glower on his face. "im just pregnant and not an invalid," he snaps, annoyance prickling at him. he had been doing this longer than katsuki could even imagine. "And i can get the drinks myself in my *own* home thank you." katsuki's eyes widen slightly at the sharp tone izuku had quickly adapted and heaves a sigh, carding a hand through his hair in frustration like izuku is the one being purposely difficult here. "I--fuck--" He frowns, face scrunches as he search for his next words. izuku waits it out, patient and silence against the inner turmoil that must now be swirling inside of katsuki.

katsuki's gaze drops to the floor, hands balling at his side. his breathing even out as he grimaces. "sorry," he finally settles on with a quiet mumble.

Izuku steps back in surprise. shock, really. "w--wait can repeat that again because i just thought i heard you apologized without any prompting."

katsuki flushes, ducking his head. "shut the fuck up. im not going to repeat myself," he rebukes, but the damage had been done.

Despite the years tempering his recklessness out he can't help wanting to poke the hornet's nest. "i honestly didn't think sorry was in your vocabulary, kacchan," he teases, grinning.

katsuki flinches back as though struck, surprising izuku once more. the words were said in jest, meant to ease katsuki into a laugh or close to it at least but something like pained flickers across Katsuki's face that immediately izuku wants to take it all back, but katsuki's expression had already closed up.

Izuku's heart hurt, thinking that he'd lost him. he'd pushed too hard. they're aren't friends, barely acquaintances really. just a client-employee dynamic that izuku should have been careful of. he always know where to toe the line of the boundaries of his job and with his client, but--they were doing so well that he'd hoped. been so hopeful because it had almost feels like they were sort of friends again.

izuku and katsuki had always orbit each other's world but childish pride, anger, and superiority had torn them apart and izuku was pushed out of Katsuki’s life. now that they're older, izuku is no longer that child blindingly infatuated with this remarkable person before him. he knows what he's capable of and katsuki had certainly earned his place at the top of the world but he won't be cowed either. so it's fine if katsuki doesn't want to fall back into a some kind of make shift friendship with him. it's fine if he just want to think izuku is just a walking incubator for his child. izuku will survive. He had survive this long without katsuki ‘s looming shadow after all.

katsuki hunches over as he grits his teeth. "fuck."

izuku blinks.

  "i'm not that shitty fucked up kid anymore," katsuki nearly growl out, pinning izuku with a look of full intent. "I'm," he swallows, hesitant, wary, "i'm trying to be a better person, a friend, a son, and most importantly a father now that we have a spawn coming our way."

Izuku's heart quickens at the 'we' usage even though it probably means nothing. nothing at all. katsuki was only just opening himself to him. this is something that startling new and truly welcoming experience for katsuki and izuku shouldn't mistake it for anything else. he can't be too greedy. so he steps forward, wanting to reach out and touch katsuki to affirm of his existence, but he doesn't. not when katsuki is like an exposed wire right now--twitchy, nervous, and just a little shy of imploding from carving himself open for izuku to see all his true feelings and motives.

izuku smiles.

"If i didn't think you were a good person then i wouldn't have entrusted this child,” he touches his still flat stomach, knowing life is stirring underneath his palm, "with you." katsuki truly had grown up. he'll be a good father, izuku muses but it's a bittersweet feeling. "i still want my independence though," he continues. "i've done this many times before so you can stop treating me like i'm going to break if you breath the wrong way. thousands and millions of omegas and women have been doing this a lot longer than me and they're fine. im fine, so breathe."

katsuki's presses his lip together into a grim line. "I know that," he shakes his head, "but you dont have to this alone. i'll want to be there with you every step of the way even if it mean you need someone to run to the grocery store for some shitty midnight craving. I want to be the first person you think about when you need any kind of assistance not because you're weak or helpless but because you just need someone, so let me be that person for you," he finishes, looking on in pained after spouting such sweet sentiments.

it makes izuku want to laugh, but he doesn't think that would be welcoming right now because katsuki still got his pride after all. "I'll think about it," he acquiesce, heart warming several hundred degrees as though he's standing under the direct sunlight of bakugou katsuki.

katsuki grimaces, clearly unhappy with izuku's non-answer but he relents anyway with a long heave. "ok, ok, i can deal with that," he says like the words alone was hard enough to swallow, "but if you change your mind at any moment just let fucking know!"

Oh, no, izuku thinks helplessly. he wants to give katsuki a treat for being so annoyingly overbearing but considerate in his own clumsy ways. "well, if you behave yourself, i might even consider taking you with me to my OBGYN doc this thursday," he says casually with a shrug.

Katsuki scowls, but he stands up straighter. "I'll--" he looks away, flushed with an earnest yearning spread across his face, "be good, okay?"

Izuku quietly tucks a smile between his pressed lips before it break through even though this is terrible for his weak, weak heart.

[swearronchanel]

9.04

my thoughts as per usual 

“The heavens don’t always protect us. They choose on occasion to throw down challenges...”

Nonnatus faces demolition once again

Sister J will fight it tho!

Dr Turner, listen

Time are changing indeed sis, time to make some moves

Sister Mj is a hopeless romantic, felt that

Val likes a good doctor huh??👀

 LMAO that noise sister MJ made when sister J turned off the TV😂

I truly hate pigeons I’m sorry lmaoo

oof his cough is hurting MY chest

Phyllis is already annoyed LMAO, also I’m sorry I hate the way brits pronounce “schedule”

Let’s see how these 4 ladies packed in a room will go

Aww Reggie is here

A BATHROOM ROSTER, IT’s LIKE YOURS, MINE, & OURS LMAOO

Trixie looking like a bad bitch as always even in her pj’s

PHYLLIS IS SO IRRITATED I LOVE IT

FELT that though, i.e if anyone remembers how I was going to drop kick my roommate freshman year 😂 thank god she dropped out

Reggie with the pigeon 😭

Fred is going to save his place or find him a new one right?

Alright those 2 doctors are decent looking, The one has that velvety accent which I high key like 👀

The white hoops are back! And the purple top is hot, what a LOOK😍

Trixie is like Phyllis we’re not drooling over the thought of men, but there’s always a chance for a little something something 🤪

Ok Walters has a famous doctor for a dad lol and so what

“Glad to see there’s nothing wrong. with your observation skills” LMAOO PHYLLIS IS RUTHLESS AND I LOVE IT

TB? Hope not

Trixie already riding up front with a doctor, as she should LMAO

Sister Frances and Hilda are like oh boy here comes the bullshit LMAO

Vi still reigns as the blue eyeshadow queen

LIKE DOGS OUT OF A GATE LMAOOA how many kids do you have to have until they slip out ?😂

Listen I want Trixie to get the important medical/professional storylines that she deserves, but I will gladly accept a little liaison with a jr doctor 😂🤪 it’s been a minute, or 2 years - whatever

LMAO they just kicked everyone out of clinic like come back tomorrow

These doctors don’t know how to be personal 😂

Damn she really popped that kid out in no time

Phyllis’ little giggle seeing the baby is so PURE

pls give me the confirmation that Phyllis did have a baby but had to give it up @ ctm writers

No news is good news ☹️

Well there goes my stream 🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️

ok back from technical difficulties, once again

Respect the hustle 🤷🏼‍♀️

Goodnight Ms Higgins! Goodnight Maryellen! LMAO

Listen Patrick, Higgins said GO HOME

LMAO these men eating Nonnatus out of house and home

“Wherever it is I lay my head” No room/no food left for Phyllis and she is SICK OF IT LMAOO

SHE ISNT WRONG FOR IT THO!

He doesn’t have TB, yay

who in the writing room was like listen I have an idea, a man who loves birds and we’ll reuse a TB scare but this time he’s fine

I’m sorry maybe I’m a heartless witch but I just am so indifferent to this story? Tbh none of the medical plots make me feel anything lmao 🤷🏼‍♀️

“Is that a blush I see?” OK VAL I see it👀

glad to know Trixie is still going to keep fit!

LMAO Phyllis wanting alone time is THE most relatable feeling

Tim has a “gig” LMFAOO where is he playing omg, we need details

You’re not getting any younger Pat, face it old man😭😭 you need some help at work so you can help at home

The Doctors drinking downstairs out of beakers LMAO men really are trash 😭😂

They broke a window playing fake baseball (I know what cricket is don’t worry, issa joke) omfg, PHYLLIS IS BOUTTA RIP THEM ALL A NEW ASSHOLE

SISTER MJ WHISPERING TO BE CAREFUL SJSJS

Yes! Play some calypso for Lucille!

JK SISTER J IS RIPPING THEM A NEW ASSHOLE! WE LOVE TO SEE IT!

I’m probably the only one enjoying this LMAO I knew the doctors would bring some drama!

The buckles are always cute 🥺

Oh no poor Mr Benson

Val giving the cold shoulder now lmaoo

Jk she’s over it lol. This Kevin guy seems nice tho, I like him

C’mon Kevin go tell Dr Turner right now! No one said he was always right 😂

Damn Benson has to get rid of his birds, now I feel bad ☹️

are Kevin and Val a new dynamic duo? I wouldn’t be mad

“If they’re good enough for Ms Hepburn” I don’t support smoking but good save Trix

“We make our own choices in life” !!! Trixie always makes such an impact with the (1) good scene she’s always given who to I have to pay ok the writing team for Trixie to be given MORE

Cue the mucus extractor

Phyllis finally softening up haha

He gave Reggie the pigeon aww 😭

Yes Dr Walters you had a great teacher indeed

23 months, 2 weeks, & 3 days sober 😭 I’m so proud. Also so glad to see Trix still going to AA. Wish we saw more of that though...

Angela and May ugh cuties

LMAO I JUST SAID THAT, it’s true you’re not getting younger sorry! Shelagh won’t say it but I already have

 hire a jr doctor turner !!

“We share troubles or laughter or learning...”

Wait after all that they’re just leaving?? Wack af. They made this seem like a way bigger deal than it was. I’m MAD at this😂WHY hype this up if they were only here for one episode?

“But the heavens always send us something new. A chance, a lease on life...” 🥺 ugh love that

I’m SO ready for next week, TIME FOR THE SOUND OF MUSIC! If none of the writers has written a joke on Shealgh comparing her to Maria after I have waited multiple seasons for this opportunity I will RIOT

[gingerpeachtae]

Concentric [3]

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Genres: fantasy!AU, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, eventual smut (?)

Warnings: blood, decapitation (yikes), violence

Summary: You had been ready for the end of the semester. You had been ready to spend time away from your best friend, Jimin, and finally move on from the feelings you harbored. Yet, after your friend was forced to reveal a secret, you found yourself in a new world that was chock full of magic, war, and wonder. So, here you were, basically thrown into your own fantasy novel, with your best friend on one side, and six male warriors on the other.

A/N: here ya go ya peach heads! pls engoy & I would luv to hear any feedback you have for me! 

“…and then he tried fighting with swords, but he would either completely shatter the blade or the handle would fall off!” Tae was laughing so hard while he told the story that he fell on his side, clutching his stomach.

“Don’t forget the time he threw the knife behind him instead of at the target when I tried to teach him!” Hoseok chimed in.

“I-it’s not-it wasn’t that bad!” The male of subject tried to defend his actions before looking to you with pleading eyes. “I swear! It wasn’t my fault!”

You tried, you really did, to withhold your laughter for his sake. But one look at Tae rolling on the ground and you couldn’t hold back any longer.

Sounding defeated, he proceeded to whisper, “I would pick them up and they’d just break or go flying on their own.”

“Nope, you’re just a god of destruction. Our leader is too strong!” Tae exclaimed.

He had been explaining why Namjoon was the only one who fought with a mace. Apparently, the other members of the kiela refused to let him fight with sharp weapons because of how clumsy he was. There had been quite a few accidents until they finally got the sense to ban him from anything with a pointy end.

You shot Namjoon a comforting look through your giggles, and the emergence of his dimples showed you that he appreciated the gesture.

Then, looking toward the fire in the middle of the group, you asked, “Jin, are you sure you don’t want any help? I can cook fairly well, you know.”

You had finally met the eldest member of the kiela when you began setting up camp, which consisted of picking a designated sleeping spot and getting a fire rolling. When the Saeni you had yet to meet started chopping up what looked like carrots, celery, and some other familiar ingredients, you had approached to introduce yourself and offer your help. It would be an an understatement to say that your offer had been immediately and forcefully turned down.

Now, the black-haired male shook his head as he tossed another ingredient into the pot over the flames. Once he stirred it into the pot he turned his dark brown eyes to you, his hoop piercings shaking slightly from the sudden movement.

“Ya! I already told you, I’m the caretaker of this kiela, okay?” He shook his spoon at you in what you hoped was fake aggravation. “Just because you’re a female doesn’t mean you can steal my position!”

“I don’t know hyung… Y/N really is a good cook. Maybe you should let her help just a little bit.” Jimin said.

Jin’s jaw dropped. “How dare you Chim!? How dare you betray me like this?” He moved to point the spoon at Jimin’s apricot head and threatened, “Don’t make me smack you!”

“Aish! Calm down. I know you take care of all of us, but...”

“What?” Jin crossed his arms, finger tapping against the wooden spoon.

You quickly muttered, “You’re not my dad…

“Ugly ass fuckin’ noodlehead.” Jimin finished with you, laughing and giving you a high five.

Jin blinked twice before sighing, rolling his eyes, and returning to his steaming pot. The rest of the Saeni gave you both confused looks, obviously not knowing what you referenced.

Poor lads. Living in a world without Vine.

“But seriously Papa Jin, if you ever want or need help, let me know. I would love to give you a hand.”

The male just huffed and continued to stir his food.

“For Exia’s sake, you’re all so loud. Some people are trying to rest,” the lump curled on the ground complained.

“That would only be you, Yoongi.” Tae chuckled.

“Don’t be such a grouchy pants,” added Hoseok, but it lacked any real bite.

You watched as his eyes traveled over Yoongi’s form with an emotion that was quite familiar to you.

Interesting.

“Yeah, well Kookie is over your babbling mouths too.”

You shifted to look at the burgundy-haired male, noting that he was sitting stiffly, eyes on the ground. You realized he hadn’t said a word since Namjoon decided to stop for the day, which had been over an hour ago. His pea green eyes shot up and locked with yours. They narrowed before he stood up and walked into the trees, mumbling about how he wasn’t tired and wanted to go for a walk.

“Kookie’s been acting so weird.” Tae stretched his arms over his grey head and adjusted his headband.

Not necessarily wanting to get into Jungkook and his poopy personality right then, you asked to no Saeni in particular, “Who’s Eshea?”

“Exia.” Namjoon corrected you.

“Exia…?” You slowly said back and grinned when his yellow eyes brightened at your proper pronunciation.

Tae jumped into the conversation. “She’s the goddess of battle and strategy! BTS Saeni tend to pray to her more than the other gods.”

“BTS? Other gods? Jimin told me that Illain is named after Illai, but there are more?”

Hoseok groaned at Tae’s comment. “He has some fixation on calling us BTS Saeni because we’re-”

“Battle-Trained Soldiers!” Tae interrupted proudly, clearly pleased with his made-up acronym.

You glanced at Jimin out of the corner of your eye, who just shrugged as he decided to let his brothers handle the explanations.

“Okay, BTS. I can dig it Tae,” you tell him, and he beamed. “So, there’s Illai and Exia… what other gods are there?”

Namjoon took the reins once more. “There are seven ethereal beings. Illai, the mother and life goddess. Her siblings, Exia and Juufa. The latter is the god of harmony and accord. Then, the mother goddess has four children, each taking claim to a season: Ilto is spring, Vebah is summer, Keoth is autumn, and winter is Opitax.”

“Who fathered her kids? Was it her sibling?” You supposed the idea should’ve made you squirm more than it did, but you’d read enough mythology in your life to know that it wasn’t exactly a rare thing for deities to do.

“I…” Namjoon paused, thinking hard before frowning. “I don’t know.”

Hoseok began praising you for finally finding something that his leader didn’t have the answer to.

“I heard she was pregnant when she came to be.” Jin piped up.

Tae proceeded to voice his own opinion. “Nah hyung, it was definitely a self-impregnation.”

“Oh! I think there’s a species of lizard that does that on Earth!” You excitedly claim, looking to Jimin for confirmation.

“Why do you think I would know?” He said, making your face drop into a pout.

“Well, clearly, none of us know the answer. I’m sorry Y/N,” The kiela’s leader spoke up before the conversation could totally go sideways. “But anyways, many Saeni worship a particular god or goddess based on their birth season as well as occupation like in our case.”

You didn’t really know what else to say besides a simple “wow.” You weren’t the religious type, but you were intrigued by the various beliefs around the world. You enjoyed learning about them, so it was amazing to hear about the Saeni’s. Although, you did find it odd that none of them knew who fathered the four seasonal gods. Maybe somebody could bring Maury Povich over to Illain and have him do his paternity test segment with Juufa. You could just imagine his “You are not the father!” declaration to the god. Or maybe it would be “You are the father!” Who knows…

That’s why they need Maury!

You were brought out of your thoughts of bringing the American talk show host on a cross-world adventure when Jin announced that dinner was ready. Excitedly jumping off the ground at the Saeni’s words, you pulled Jimin up by his arm.

Pondering missing information from the Saeni culture would have to wait until food got into your belly.

Laying on the mat rolled out underneath your body, you couldn’t find it in you to close your eyes and drift to sleep. Your mind would not shut off and you kept wiggling around like a worm in the hopes of finding a position that would lull your ass to Snoozeland. It wasn’t working. Flopping to your other side once more, you stared at Jimin sleeping next to you. His plush lips were pursed, and he was expelling soft puffing noises.

You’re not going to get any sleep if you keep staring at his cute face!

You sighed before turning your head away. Cursing yourself for not being able to hit your internal power button, you sat up and ran your hands down your face. You cradled your head in your hands as you listened to the bugs in the dark.

All of the sudden, you perked up when you heard a melodic sound drifting through the forest. It was a beautiful, low-pitched song. Curious as to what animal was making it, you removed the blanket from where it was draped over your legs and rose to go find out. You crept around the Saeni silently, not wanting to wake them, and you paused when you made it to the perimeter of their snoring forms. The next round of pretty sounds came from your left, so you angled your body in that direction and tip-toed away, not noticing the pair of green eyes that followed your movements.

Glancing up at the moonlight filtering through the trees, you smiled to yourself. It was so peaceful here. So quiet yet filled with an orchestra of sounds. It wasn’t the buzzing of electricity, the honking of traffic, or the thumping of music escaping past closed doors. It was only the sounds of nature. Plain and simple and nothing else.

You had been looking for that mystery animal for around seven minutes. You hadn’t heard it in about three, so you halted your feet to listen carefully.

Bugs clicking.

Trees creaking.

Leaves rustling.

And was that it? You heard a faint noise, so you held your breath and leaned your ear forward in hopes of catching the sound again.

“What are you doing?”

You gasped at the unexpected voice behind you. You jerked your head over your shoulder and raised a hand over your heart to steady its rapid pace when you recognized the person who startled you.

“Fucking hell Coco! You scared the shit out of me!”

“What are you doing?” He repeated himself, and you were shocked when you noticed his voice didn’t carry its usually venom.

He almost sounded… nice.

Taken back, it took you a few seconds to respond, “Oh, um. I couldn’t sleep, and I heard this really pretty sound, so I wanted to check out was it was. And now that I say it out loud, I realize that that’s the opening scene from every camping horror movie ever, so that was probably super dumb on my part so-”

“I get it. You can stop rambling now.” The male interrupted you before sighing. “It was the call of a tilqua, they’re nocturnal so you don’t hear them during the day.”

“They’re a type of bird,” he continued after seeing your blank face.

“Oh! Cool! Uh, thanks for telling me.”

It fell to an awkward silence after that. Neither of you saying anything and avoiding looking at each other. You shifted your weight foot to foot as the painful quiet continued for another minute.

Not able to take it any longer, you blurted out, “Why are you being so cordial with me all of the sudden?”

You really should have just kept your damn mouth shut because, almost instantly, his entire demeanor toward you changed. He flinched at your question, as if it awoke him a trance. Then, he narrowed his eyes, any hint of warmth they might’ve had was now gone.

“I’m not being nice to you. I was on watch and saw someone leaving camp. I came to check why.” His voice was void of any emotion.

“I… but you... the sound-”

“It’s your fault,” he talked over you, his tone now carrying anger.

“Wh-what? What’s my fault? I haven’t done anything.”

You saw his hand descend to grip the handle of his dagger. Shit. You’d annoyed him, and you didn’t even know how or why.

“Just go back to camp. Go lay down next to Chim, and go to sleep already,” he said through his teeth, hand squeezing the dagger.

Not wanting to be around such an aggravating person anymore, you found yourself following his demand by promptly marching past him, making sure to bump into him as you did. He growled as your shoulder checked his but didn’t retaliate further.

You couldn’t believe it. The audacity of that male! He was the one who had followed you like some creeper. You let out a quiet scream of frustration as your stomped through the forest back to the camp and did exactly what he told you to do.

You woke up to Jimin gently shaking you and saying that it was time to get your ass up.

You moaned. “Mmmmmm-kay Slim Jim, just give me fi-“

“I swear if you’re about to say five more minutes…”

“-ive more minutes.” You rolled over and tugged the blanket closer to your chin.

You vaguely heard Jimin say something about not being sorry when, out of nowhere, a heavy weight plopped down on top of you, making you grunt from the impact.

“Slim Jim, I will personally shave your head if you don’t get off me!”

“Are you always this grumpy in the morning?” A deep voice that was definitely not Jimin’s murmured in your ear.

Cracking an eye open, you saw that it was Tae who had jumped on you. His handsome face was squished against yours and his long limbs were wrapped around your curled-up body. Seeing your eyes open, he gave you his signature boxy smile, which you returned with no hesitation. You couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at the guy when he looked so damn adorable.

You accepted your defeat. “Alright, alright. I’ll get up, but you gotta get the hell off me first.”

He immediately scrambled up, pulling you vertical with him. He gave you a big hug that lifted you off your feet before setting you down and skipping away to talk with Jungkook. You averted your eyes, not wanting to see the burgundy head’s glare this early in the morning.

You yawned and stretched your entire body. The sun was just beginning to peak out over the horizon and you were glad that you didn’t have a clock to see how hellaciously early it must’ve been. After gathering your belongings and shoving them into your backpack, you walked over to join the rest of the Saeni. Jin handed you what looked like an apple and tasted just as refreshing and sweet.

“Aren’t you going to apple-aud me for making sure you eat the most important meal of the day?”

You swallowed your bite before replying, “This is an apple?”

“Uh, yeah? What else would it be?”

Sorry for not knowing ya’ll had apples over here, damn.

“And what about my joke!? None of you appreciate peak humor! Ugh, you let me down Y/N.”

Before you could compliment his atrociously great dad joke, the Saeni walked away in exaggerated disappointment. At least you hoped it was exaggerated.

Lifting your shoulders in a shrug, you continued munching on the tasty, green fruit as you watched Jimin join Tae and Jungkook’s conversation. You had to admit that if you weren’t aware of who these people were to Jimin, you would have been feeling just a wee bit neglected. Your best friend had been spending more time speaking with the Saeni than with you. Granted, he always checked in with you to make sure you were doing okay, but he hadn’t really talked to you. But, you couldn’t be upset at him. He was probably just taking the time to catch up with everyone since it had been about nine months since seeing them last. Plus, you did sort of invite yourself onto the trip, so you were just happy to be here. You had also been getting to know Tae and Hoseok more, since the two of them walked beside you most of the time. They were both loud and eccentric, but they had kind souls. You really enjoyed talking with them and they loved hearing your stories about Jimin on Earth.

Just as you took the last bite of apple, Namjoon called you over. Tossing the core behind a tree to give a forest animal its own breakfast, you hurried over to the tall male who handed you your two daily petals. Tossing them into your mouth to dissolve, your body momentarily froze as the experience of consuming them together hit you in full force. It was almost overwhelming, but once it passed and your vision cleared, you gave Namjoon a smile and wave before bounding over to Hoseok who was leaning against a tree. Seconds later, Tae joined the two of you, thankfully without a certain coconut-headed asshat.

You had been walking for around three hours. Three hours of stepping around trees, leaping over logs, and being the only damn person making a sound as you stepped over foliage. Three hours before finally giving in and voicing the question you had been dying to ask.

“Do you guy carry around hair dye or does Yoongi color your hair with magic?”

When the Saeni striding next to you gave a look of confusion you expanded your question. “Well, you both have dyed hair so how do you maintain it in the field? Doesn’t it wash out? Or sweat out?

“Our hair isn’t dyed Y/N.”

“What? But you have grey hair, Tae! And Hoseok, yours is silver white! You’re not old enough to have grey or white hair!” Your eyes widened as a possibility you hadn’t considered came to you. “Oh my gosh. Are you guys old geezers? Do Saeni age differently than humans?”

Tae snickered at your panicked tone and you went to smack his shoulder, but he easily evaded your hand.

“Okay first off, can you please stop calling me Hoseok? It’s so weird to have someone use my real name.” The male himself asked.

“Uh sure, but you told me that’s your name, so I don’t know what else to call you?” You winced as your foot snapped yet another twig on the forest floor.

“Just call me Hobi, little scorja. Secondly, like Tae said, we don’t dye our hair. None of us do. It’s all natural, baby.”

“All natural my ass. Yoongi has mint-blue hair! That shit at natural, honey.”

At the mention of Yoongi’s name, Hobi’s eyes twitched over to the Saeni and faintly smiled.

Tae then filled in for Hobi since he was distracted. “Yeah, and Chim has orange hair and Namjoon’s got yellow eyes. We’re all born with it, little scorja. Our eye and hair color come from our birth season.

“Hobi, Jin, and I were all born when Opitax had control, so we have winter-esque features, hence the grey and white hair.

Chim and Joonie were during Keoth’s months, so they have autumn coloring.

Kookie has Vebah’s summer tones. And Yoongi is-”

“Ilto. Spring.” Hobi returned to the discussion.

“Hold up.” You raised your hand to emphasize your words. “Jimin had black hair when we were kids though.”

“Oh yeah! I remember when he first showed up, we all though he was an Opitax baby.” Tae laughed while giving Hobi a nudge with his elbow.

“He dyed his hair black to blend in with humans. I’m guessing that vibrant orange is not a normal color for your people, especially kids.”

You looked up to where Jimin was walking with Namjoon and Yoongi, his apricot tresses standing out among the greenery of the forest. Those same tresses that had just showed up at the end of summer one year and never went away. You always inquired how he got his dark roots to never pop up and he would give you a sly smile in return every time. You had thought he was just keeping his superb dyeing technique a secret, but apparently, the only secret was that it was his natural hair.

“And to answer that last part,” Hobi continued, “we age the same as humans do.”

“Well… that’s a relief,” you said as you tilted your head up to catch a patch of sunlight filtering through the leaves.

The conversation died, but it was a comfortable silence. Unlike last night with Jungkook. As the three of you hiked on, Tae would occasionally point out a flower or plant he thought you would find pretty and Hobi would advise you to be more careful when you stumbled over some obstacle. Overall, though, you let the forest do most of the talking. You could slightly hear Namjoon, Yoongi, and your Slim Jim making conversation ahead of you as well as Jin complaining to Jungkook behind you. As you grabbed a hold of a tree trunk to swing yourself around it, a strong gust of wind blew past you, causing your hair to go wild. Blowing the pieces out of your face, you glimpsed Tae’s feather earring swaying in the wind.

“Okay another question, please don’t hate me. Why do you all have ear piercings? They look badass, don’t get me wrong, but couldn’t they be a liability in a fight?”

“How could they be a liability?” Hobi answered your question with a question.

You explained that they could get caught on something or their enemy could yank on them or rip them out if they got close enough.

Both Saeni let out a laugh before Hobi said, “That may be true, but I highly doubt it would happen. Especially our enemies yanking on them.”

“We actually wear them to symbolize what kind of fighter we are!” Tae added as hopped over a fallen log.

“Huh?” You opted to go beneath the fallen tree, briefly pausing to curiously look at what seemed like a black hand print on the bark.

“Feather for archers like me. Metal for swords, daggers, and knives like Hobi, Kookie, and Jin. Dark beads for blunt weapons like Namjoon and his mace, and Yoongi has bone for magic users!”

“That’s what they’re for!? I thought they were just some Saeni fashion statement. Don’t they sort of… give you guys away?”

Hobi snorted as he swatted a branch out of his face. “If the weapons literally strapped to our backs don’t give us away I don’t think our ‘fashion statements’ will be the thing to do so.”

His sassy remark caused you to fake pout. They cooed at you, poking at your cheeks and sides until you giggled at their antics. Pleased they had you back to smiling, they dropped their hands and moved back to a respectful distance.

“That reminds me, I need to give Chim his!” Tae suddenly gasped out.

“Give him his what?”

“His earrings! He’s an archer too, but he leaves his earrings with me when…” He was gone before he finished his sentence, running up to where Jimin was.

You blinked at his rapid departure. For a strict, “battle-trained soldier” he sure was in a world of his own sometimes.

Thankfully, the dagger and knife enthusiast next to you finished for him. “Chim gives them to Tae so that he doesn’t lose them on Earth.”

So Jimin was an archer? Damn, you’d love to see him knock an arrow back, you bet he’d look sexy as heck. You turned your head to ask Hobi how good Jimin was, but you saw that his eyes were focused on where Tae had run up to. Focused on one Saeni up there in particular. Not the first time you had caught him staring at the other male. You had noticed that Hobi’s eyes went to find the other Saeni whenever his there was a pause in conversation. Or he would try to fight back his smile when the other’s name was mentioned. He did it so many times during dinner last night that you were about to smash their faces together and say your godly work was done. But for now…

“Does he know?”

“Hmm?” He replied still staring at the other male.

“Yoongi. Does he know?”

“What!?” He squeaked as he whipped his head to you. He coughed to try to return his voice to its normal pitched. “Ah, I mean what are you talking about?”

You smirked to yourself as you saw his face grow warm, but he obviously wasn’t ready to talk about it. “Never mind. It’s nothing.”

He visibly relaxed at your words. You wished you could help him out somehow, but it wasn’t your place to interfere. Especially given your own shitty situation. Unrequited love was quite the bitch, so you truly hoped that that wasn’t the case for Hobi.

You sent him an understanding smile and the two of you walked on.

Namjoon finally called it for the day when the group came across a wide river. The roar of the white rapids was almost deafening as they churned the water and interrupted the otherwise peaceful landscape.

You, Tae, and Hobi stayed at the designated campsite, watching Papa Jin prepare the evening’s meal, while the rest of the boys went to scout a calmer part of the river to wash off in.

Currently, you and Tae were doing your best to annoy the other Saeni as you tossed small nuts at them. You laughed as Jin shook his knife at you in a threat. Calling his bluff, you simply stuck your tongue out in return.

“Exia give me strength,” the eldest Saeni muttered, turning back to his pot.

“You were already a brat, Tae, but with her… aish. You two are the worst.” Hobi tried his best to sound serious, but the smile tugging at the corner of his lips destroyed any hope he had.

You fell into Tae as your giggles consumed your body, his arms wrapping around you and holding you close. As your lungs calmed down, you heard footsteps approaching.

“Thank Illai you guys found someplace to wash off. I need to get away from these two tyrants.” You saw Jin point to you and your partner in crime.

Ignoring his comment, you turned your head to great the returning Saeni, but your hello died in your throat.

Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin were in the process of putting their shirts on and you caught sight of their defined muscles. You slowly closed your mouth and gulped. You’d obviously seen Jimin without a shirt on plenty of times before, but it hit on a whole different level to see him semi-shirtless and wet.

Not to mention that both Yoongi and Namjoon clearly worked out too. It was… a lot of take in. You didn’t think you could withstand any more pure, male hotness, but the gods of Illain must have wanted you to suffer because Jungkook decided right then would be a wonderful time to show up. Completely sans shirt.

All you could do was look at him as he whined to his hyungs about something that was absolutely no concern to you at that moment. Your eyes took in his physique that was muscular but still lean. The strength of his biceps was evident as he waved his arms at the others, causing the muscles to flex. You softly gasped when you noticed that his stomach was so cut that he had a freaking eight pack. Eight! Your eyes trailed lower and… oh my…

His. Fucking. Thighs. Due to the dampness of his skin, the fabric of his pants clung to his legs, effortlessly showcasing the prominent muscles. Every step he took had them bulging and you swear you almost fainted from the sight. You couldn’t tear your eyes away as you squeezed your own thighs together.

H-holy fuck. Coco was freaking ripped.

“Why is she staring at Kookie?” You heard Tae whisper to someone.

Your eyes widened and before you could look away, Jungkook’s head swiveled to you and saw that your eyes were locked on him.

Fucking hell. Why Tae!?

To your utter shock though, was that instead of bitching at you, he blushed and ran to hide behind a tree. As he yeeted himself out of there, you caught sight of a tattoo on his upper, middle back.

“Why’d you say that out loud? You know he gets shy!” Jin lightly smacked the offending Saeni on his arm.

“Hey, the little scorja was practically drooling! We were all thinking it, I just happened to be the one t- Ow!”

You gave him a smack of your own on his leg while your cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

“That’s not nice!” He complained.

“Neither is voicing when someone is checking someone else out, Tae.” Namjoon pointed out as he sat down next to the fire.

Completely humiliated, you hid your face in your hands. Although, you did peek through your fingers to gauge Jimin’s reaction. The boy was folded in half, cracking up as his eyes squished closed.

Stupid cute squishy eyes.

You knew it was hopeless, but a small part of you had wished he’d be just a tiny bit jealous. Clearly, that was not the case.

Attempting to change the mortifying subject, you coughed before saying, “Uh, I didn’t know Coco had a tattoo.”

“What!? That kid has a tattoo!?” Jin shrieked in alarm before catching Yoongi’s “are you serious?” expression. “Oh, you must mean our draeva marks.”

“Drai-Draiva marks?”

“Drae-va.” Jin pronounced slowly for you. “Saeni are all connected to Illain. This connection can sometimes be accessed and converted to magic by certain individuals like Yoongi. Majority, however, only have the standard draeva marks.”

You didn’t notice the smiles from both Jimin’s and Tae’s faces dropping since you were transfixed on Jin’s words. “Each Saeni is born at the same time a tree begins to take root. These trees are called draeva, though they can be any species. At seven years old, we feel the connection emerge in our souls and we feel a pull to that tree.”

As he talked, you noticed Jungkook come out of hiding, thankfully fully clothed this time. He went to sit next to Tae and put his arm around the Saeni’s shoulders as Namjoon started to elaborate on the subject. He said that every Saeni goes on a journey to find their draeva when the connection is established. Once the tree is found, the connection permanently takes root in the Saeni’s soul when they rest their hand on the trunk. The Saeni’s hand print is forever embellished on the bark, and in return, the Saeni gets a mark that replicates the tree’s inner rings. Every seven years, another ring appears, and the mark provides them with heightened senses and reflexes as well as the ability to feel the state of the draeva and surrounding area.

As you absorbed the information, you realized that the mark you saw earlier on the fallen tree must’ve been a Saeni’s hand print. You wondered what happens to the Saeni when their tree collapses like that. And although you were delighted to have learned more about Saeni culture, something jumped to the forefront of your thoughts.

“Slim Jim, you don’t have one.”

He looked down at your comment. “I don’t, um, I haven’t found my draeva.” His eyebrows pulled together, and his voice was shaking slightly. “I probably don’t even have one since I’m not fully Saeni.”

“Shit. Jimin, I’m sorry I didn-”

“You didn’t know, it’s okay.” He sent you a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes as Jin reached over to give his shoulder a squeeze.

Fuck, I lied. Your squishy eyes aren’t stupid. Bring them back.

“For the second night in a row, people are trying to sleep and you’re keeping them awake with all your emotions.” Yoongi grumbled.

The magic user had been quiet throughout the entire ordeal. Until now. You hadn’t even noticed that he’d gone straight to the fire to lay down on the ground. Though you were beginning to recognize that was standard behavior for the mint-haired Saeni. When he did finally speak up, he kept his usual, annoyed tone, but you could tell he was trying to lighten the atmosphere in his own, slightly questionable way. Trying to distract Jimin from his sadness.

Tae shot to his feet, preaching to Yoongi something along the lines of how emotions are what connect people together and yadda yadda yadda. 

You watched as Jimin’s face lifted in amusement and you silently thanked Mr. Sparkle Hands.

Once again, you were having a difficult time finding sleep. Or rather, sleep refused to find you because you’d tried every position and trick you could think of. Expelling the air in your lungs in a fast manner, you rose to your legs and shuffled over to where Tae was on watch.

He gave you a big smile as your approached, but it morphed into a frown. “You know I love talking to you, Y/N, but you should really get some sleep.”

“Trust me, I wish I could, but ya girl’s got insomnia.”

He hummed to express his empathy before grabbing your hand. “Well, if we’re going to talk, let’s walk the perimeter so we don’t wake the others.”

Waffling your fingers with his, the two of you started walking the circumference of the camp, far enough that nobody would hear you, but close enough to keep an eye on the area.

The two of you had been circling the camp for a decent amount of time, discussing absolute nonsense such as why you considered Steak and Shake fries to be on the bottom of the french fry totem pole.

“They’re skinny little shoestring fries! I like my fried potatoes to be girthy, you know. Give me some thick, crinkle cuts instead.”

As you argued in favor of girthy fries to someone who had never had one, Yoongi appeared out of the shadows. His face was not very happy, and you wondered what was wrong.

“Uhhh, hey Yoongi! Do you have insomnia too?”

He stopped and took you in with a judgmental face. “No. Only the small-minded get insomnia.”

“Oh, piss off.”

Disregarding your request, he turned to address Tae next to you.

“Hey! What are you doing? I wake up to take over watch and I don’t even find you at your post!”

Tae rolled his eyes. “Hyung, you know I can still see everything just fine from here, there’s no need t- Shit!”

Yoongi must have seen it a split-second before Tae had because he was the one that knocked you out of the way when the giant, black shadow of a thing came charging out of the dark.

You hit the ground hard with a grunt, scraping your forearm against a rock. Rolling over, you screamed Yoongi’s name as you saw him get tackled by the creature, the blue glow of an almost-finished spell fading as he went down. All you could do was watch in horror as wild jaws snapped at his head and claws raked down his body. Suddenly, an arrow thumped into the thing’s neck, but it only growled and continued ravaging the mint-haired Saeni who struggled, and failed, to push it off.

Hearing Tae curse, you looked in his direction and saw him running at the beast. He held his bow in both hands and defiantly yelled as he swung down. You gaped at you watched the sharp edge of his bow cut straight through the creature’s neck, causing the head to decapitate and the body to sag. The head hit the ground and rolled away from its previous owner until it came to a halt beside you.

You stared at it, blood still pumping out of the severed end in thick spurts. Midnight-colored skin that seemed rough and leather-like stretched across its skull. A thin, purple tongue hung limply out of its mouth, which was filled with rows and rows of teeth that looked like needles. You just stared at the gruesome head until you heard Tae calling Yoongi’s name.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You wobbled to your feet and stumbled as fast as you could over to the Saeni, doing your best to ignore the headless body as Tae heaved it off Yoongi. You exhaled in relief when you heard Yoongi’s low voice responding to Tae and saw his pink eyes open and alive. Your reprieve was short-lived, however, as you lowered your eyes to Yoongi’s arms and torso.

They were… not in good shape. Deep gashes were twisted all around his arms, pouring out tiny rivers of blood that soaked the ground beneath him. Luckily, he had his main armor on, protecting his vital organs, but the creature had still found an open chink with its claws. You felt a tear run down your cheek as you saw where it had dug into the flesh on his left side. He was breathing weakly and his chest was spasming as Tae moved his hands to press against the wound.

You dropped to your knees and whispered Yoongi’s name, your voice and hands trembling as you took in his damaged body.

There was just so much blood. It was everywhere. Your vision was only red, red, red.

What do I do? What do I do!? Oh god…

“Y/N. Y/N! Y/N!”

You broke out of your crimson-filled trance.

“Y-yes?” Your chin quivered.

“I need you to go back to camp and wake up the others, alright?” You could tell he was trying to speak as calmly as possible to not panic you further. “I need you to bring Hobi back, so he can help me move him. Can you do that for me, little scorja?”

You nodded as confidently as you could before shooting to your feet and sprinting back to camp, the image of Yoongi being mauled and his wrecked body burned into your brain.

Somewhere else, hundreds of miles away from a frantic you, an injured Yoongi, and a shocked kiela, was a male sitting inside of a large tent, which was erected within his own encampment. Most of his face was shrouded in darkness, only the bridge of his nose and peak of his cheekbones were visible in the light of a few burning candles. He looked up from the map spread out before him when someone entered his tent. The wolves beside the male lifted their heads in attention at the intrusion.

“Sir? We’ve gotten word that he is back in Illain.”

The three wolves regarded the subjugate with aggressive eyes, causing him to gulp in fear.

“Anything else?” The shadowed male inquired.

“Their magic user was attacked by a lupinx.” He replied without looking away from the massive canines.

The male leaned back in his chair, a sinister smile creeping onto his face while his eyes twinkled in satisfaction.

“Perfect. Tell them to proceed with the plan.”

You felt horrible as you watched five of the Saeni train the next morning. You hadn’t been able to defend yourself last night, and Yoongi had paid for your weakness. You fisted your hands and dug your nails into your palm.

You couldn’t forget how pale he had been. How odd it was to see such a complexion smeared with bright crimson.

You couldn’t forget the Saeni’s faces, who were already on their feet by the time you’d arrived, when you stammered out what had happened in choppy, broken sentences.

You couldn’t forget the way Hobi’s expression had gone from concerned to utterly terrified in an instant.

Nor the way he’d rushed over to you, eyes unnerved as he grabbed your arm. You had wanted to whimper when he clawed into the sensitive skin around your scraped forearm. He begged you to tell him where Yoongi was, and without even telling him to follow, you had turned and run back to the bloody scene.

You loosened the pressure on your hands, but a throbbing remained where your nails had almost punctured small crescents into the soft skin. You sniffled as you observed Jimin practicing with Tae’s bow while the grey-haired owner critiqued his technique. Following the sounds of ringing metal, you shifted and saw Jungkook and Jin sparing with their swords. And behind them was Hobi, who was throwing his blades at a tree with much more force than was likely necessary. Your eyes burned as you watched them.

Expelling all the air in your lungs, you hung your head. You were so thankful that Yoongi would be okay. He as currently resting back at the camp with Namjoon looking after him.

But what if it had been more serious? What if he had died because you had needed to be protected?

What did you expect when you came to a new world with a bunch of warriors? To just skip by joyously and never be in danger?

You felt pathetic. You were a liability to the entire group. All you did was get in the way. Feeling a lump grow in your throat, you swiveled and walked away from the clashing of swords and thumping of arrows. When you could no longer hear them, you let out a frustrated roar and punched the rough trunk of the nearest tree. Your knuckles scraped against the bark, opening bleeding wounds. You brought your right hand close to your face to inspect the torn skin before shaking it out and punching the tree again and again and again, each hit eliciting an increasingly louder yell from deep inside you. Finally, your legs gave out and you slumped down while cradling your bleeding and splinter-filled hand. You felt exhausted.

“Your form is terrible.”

Raising your gaze from your damaged hand, you saw the last person you wanted to see.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying that your form is completely fucked.”

Why the hell did he have to come berate you on your shitty punching technique. Was there anything you could do around this guy that wouldn’t have him talking down to you? And why was he even here? Shouldn’t he be back with the others?

On a normal day, you would’ve given him a smartass’ response. But this was not a normal day. You felt like crap and this was the cherry on top of your self-depreciation milkshake. Your breathing went from strained to erratic and you felt the wall barely holding yourself together start to crumble. Taking a deep breath and closing your eyes, you tried to shut Jungkook out in a last-ditch effort to keep yourself together.

“Your hand is thrashed because you can’t even throw a punch properly.”

Welp.

“Why!?” You screamed at him. “Why do you hate me!? What did I do to you!?”

You started to cry. You were so overwhelmed. “You said it was my fault, but what was my fault? I’ve never done shit to you!”

Truly crying at this point, your breathing was now stuttered and gasping. You lowered your head to try to hide your vulnerable state. As sobs wracked your body, you wrapped your arms around your torso in a desperate attempt to find comfort.

Not taking pity on you, Jungkook responded in a vicious tone, “You want to know what you did? You’re the reason my kiela is broken.”

“W-what?” You lifted your head to look at him through your tears.

His right hand grasped on to his ruby-hilted dagger and his other was clenched tightly.

“We’re supposed to stay together. We’re not supposed to leave each other, but Jimin does. He always leaves! And why? Because. Of. You. He doesn’t stay because you’re on Earth and he doesn’t want to leave his precious best friend, so he leaves us, his brothers, his family, instead.”

“What-I-Jungkook, I never asked him to do that. I didn’t even know you guys existed.” You defended yourself, but it came out weak.

“My family is never whole because of you. I almost lost my hyung last night because of you. It’s all because of you. Because of a stupid little human.” He spat the words out.

He was breathing heavily as he towered over you. “It’s. All. Your. Fault.”

Your heart ached in pain as what he said fully resonated with you. He was hurting because of you. Because Jimin would rather live on Earth, would rather abandon his kiela for most of the year, partly so that he could keep you in his life. You felt your stomach drop at the thought and you gripped your arms hard, curling into yourself again. You felt so frustrated, so lost, and so… human.

You’ve been hurting his family and you hadn’t even known. The others might not have been so up front about it, but they must have been hurting too. They had to be. A new wave of tears erupted over your cheeks as you considered how much the Saeni must despise you. How much they must be pretending to be fine with you for Jimin’s sake. You continued to sob as your mind shifted to think of how you’d been keeping Jimin away from them. You’d been keeping your best friend and the person you loved away from the most important people in his life.

And Yoongi…

“Kook! Y/N!”

You hastily rose to your feet and stepped back from Jungkook while you wiped your tears away, hissing as you moved your injured hand. It was a futile effort, though, since you knew there was still evidence in your meek disposition and red, puffy eyes.

“Hey hyung,” Jungkook said without looking away from you, but he stiffened and turned to his brother when he noticed that Tae was panicking. “What’s wrong?”

Gasping for air, he looked at you and Jungkook, obviously taking note of his heaving chest and your red eyes, but he didn’t comment on them.

Instead he said in a stressed, frantic tone, “They got him, Kook! They got Chim!”

You were pacing back and forth in front of Yoongi, who was laying down on his mat. You ran your hands through your hair, the crappy self-wrap job you did on your knuckles catching on the strands. You gripped fistfuls of your hair and yanked at the roots in frustration.

“Y/N. I swear to Exia if you pace in front of one more ti-“

“Yoongi! They’ve been gone for so long! What if something happened? What if they’re hurt?

“Okay, firstly, it’s only been like twenty minutes, so you can calm the fuck down.” He rolled his eyes. “Secondly, as Tae would put it, we’re BTS Saeni. This is literally what we do for a living… so yet again, you can calm the fuck down.”

You stopped in the middle of taking your next step as you considered his statements. Deciding to agree with him, you placed your foot down, but stopped moving around.

“Fine! Fine. But I want it to be known that I hate having to just sit here and wait.”

“You’re not sitting, and you didn’t have to say that. It was already obvious.”

You glared at the Saeni but your eyes softened after taking in his wrapped arms and torso. The bandages didn’t seem to have any blood staining them, so either they were freshly changed or Saeni’s bodies healed extremely fast. You still dropped your head in sorrow at his injured body.

“I-I’m sorry Yoongi. For what happened. It was my fault.”

He scoffed at your words. “It wasn’t your fault, idiot. Stop blaming yourself.”

“I really don’t know whether to take that as an insult or not, and I’m not sure I believe you, but… okay.”

Sitting down on the ground next to him, you thought back to the events that occurred after Tae had shown up.

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“They got Chim!”

While you asked Tae what he meant, Jungkook had immediately reached out to grab ahold of the other Saeni’s shoulders.

“Where?” His demand was filled with anger, but it was controlled.

Contrary to how he’d been a minute ago.

“Chim saw you leave to follow, uh, Y/N.” He glanced at you. “So, he followed you¸ Kook. That’s the last I saw him.”

He stepped away from Jungkook, causing the latter’s hands to fall off his shoulders. You had never seen the usually aloof Saeni so serious before. It worried you.

“Namjoon came running over a few minutes later saying he saw them dragging Chim away unconscious.”

“You’re telling me that Namjoon saw them… AND DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!?”

You were so goddamn confused at what was going on. All you knew was that someone apparently hurt and kidnapped your Slim Jim.

“Can someone please tell me what in the fuck is going on!?”

Ignoring you, Tae said, “Jungkook, come on, use your coconut head for a minute.”

You would have snickered at his use of your term, but it definitely was not the time or the place to do so.

“He was by himself and he didn’t know how many there were. You know he did the right thing to get us all together to get him back,” Tae continued.

Without another word, the Saeni turned and started running in the direction of camp, Jungkook following without missing a beat. You stared, dumbfounded, for a second before sprinting after them.

Your lungs were burning by the time you caught up with everyone at the camp. Your burst through the trees and abruptly stopped due to the five standing Saeni having their weapons drawn and pointed at you. You blanched and stammered out that it was just you, raising your hands to show you were unarmed for good measure. When they recognized your face, they collectively sighed and lowered their weapons.

“Sorry Y/N. We’re just a little on edge right now,” Namjoon apologized as he returned his mace over his shoulder.

Giving him a timid, but understanding nod, you replied, “Noted. Um, so can someone finally explain to me what happened?”

It was Yoongi, still laying down to recover, who spoke up. “Some very bad people took Chim.”

“Yeah, I got that much, but… but why?”

Hobi filled in. “We have an idea as to why, but we aren’t completely sure.”

So that was absolutely not informative. Thanks.

“Okay? Well, what do we do now? We gotta get him back!”

“You will do nothing, except stay here and look after Yoongi. The rest of us will get him back.” Jin firmly said.

You tried to protest, but one look at Yoongi and your breakdown from earlier came rushing back to you. Taking a deep breath, you slowly nodded your consent as you exhaled. Then, you asked how they were going to get Jimin back.

Surprisingly, it was Jungkook who answered, “Just leave it to us. You do your job by looking after Yoongi and we’ll do ours.”

Again, that wasn’t very informative.

Namjoon backed up his words. “Honestly, it would just waste time explaining it all, so like Kook said, leave it to us. Trust us.”

“Alright,” you hesitantly agreed, “I trust you guys, so just… just please bring him back.”

“We aren’t sure where they took him yet, so we don’t know how long we’ll be gone,” Namjoon informed you as he glanced to Hobi. “Since Yoongi shouldn’t access magic right now, Hobi will cast a glamour over you two in case anyone is still lingering around.”

Hobi can do magic too!?

Seeing your bewildered expression as he came up to you, Hobi sent you a small smile. He raised his hands and they began to glow a blinding white while he muttered under his breath. As the light faded, he stepped back.

“Yoongi and I grew up together,” he explained softly. “I can tell you more about it later, but for now the short version is that he’s taught me a few things about harnessing Illain’s energy. I can’t manipulate it to his extent, but I can do some basic things like this.”

“Well, you better come back to tell me the long version.” You demanded through your shock before turning to the others. “You all better. With Jimin.”

They each gave you some sort of acknowledgement before running off into the trees. You watched their backs disappear one by one behind the foliage, except for one. Instead of leaving with the rest, Tae jogged up to you, gave you a hug, and whispered into your ear, “We’ll be okay, little scorja. And we’ll bring Chim back safe and sound, I promise.”

With that, he turned and sprinted away to catch up to the others.

---

You sighed, praying that Tae would be able to keep that promise. Looking at Yoongi resting underneath the blanket covering him, you had to let out a dry chuckle.

“Well, since you’re hurt, at least you have an actual excuse to lay around now.”

You were lucky he couldn’t use a lot of magic right then, because his face told you that comment might’ve pushed him to use it on you in a not so pleasant way.

“And why do you think I’m tired all the damn time?”

“I thought you were just a natural slug.”

“Partly true, but I’m exhausted from making those petals for you. They’re not big, but they require a lot of fucking energy to make.”

“…Oh.”

“Yeah. ‘Oh.’ So, don’t call me out for wanting to res-”

He didn’t finish his sentence as his entire body perked to attention.

“What?”

He quickly and sternly hushed you, bringing a finger first to his lips, then to his ear. Telling you to listen.

And then you heard it. Or, you should say them. Voices. Ones you didn’t recognize and neither did Yoongi, it seemed.

Briefly, you panicked before remembering that Hobi had put a glamour over the two of you, so you were essentially invisible to the outside eye.

You sent Yoongi a questioning look and he gave you a serious one in return. He opened his mouth to say something, but snapped it closed when the voices grew loud and three armed strangers appeared around a tree.

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[junkyard-dunky]

Do one about Ty getting his first bj pls

This is a bit different from what I’ve read before with this request? I hope you enjoy

Pairing: Tyler Joseph x reader

Warnings: none really? Very vanilla

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“Hey guys only one person at a time” I tell the two girls jumping in the same ally like trampoline. One of them gets off, waiting at the entrance for her turn, while the other continues to jump and throw the basketball in the hoop.

Working at sky zone wasn’t the best job in the world, but it payed well for living in my small apartment. And even though there are kids that I don’t want to deal with, closing time is the best. It’s when my coworkers and I get to calm down and hang out.

One of the perks of working at sky zone is that I get to meet new people, and by that, I mean my coworkers. I usually work night shifts on Wednesday and Friday. Friday’s are my favorite, since I get to see my favorite person.

“Y/n you really need to stop eating popcorn.” Tyler says has I shove the unpopped kernels out of the machine and into the trash can.

“I’m not gonna let perfectly good popcorn go to waste!” I retorted, looking at him over the counter as he wipes down the couple tables across from the snack center.

He chuckles quietly to himself as I walk into the office/break room and out the back door, throwing the last of the trash bags away. I come in to see Tyler sitting at the table in the break room on his phone. He looks up at me once he senses my presence.

“I already counted the drawer, everything’s good.” He tells me. I smile.

“Thanks.”

“No problem”

He goes back to looking at his phone, and I go to gather my jacket which holds my keys.

“Did you see that kid threw up?” He breaks the silence.

“What!? No god that’s disgusting!”

“Haha yeah I know poor Steven had to clean it up. It was everywhere.”

“Aw that sucks. He’s super sweet.”

“Yeah.” Tyler shifts uncomfortably. I sit down across from him and pull out my phone.

“What’s wrong?” He continues to move.

“N-nothing.”

“Ty, I’ve known you since middle school I always know when something’s wrong.”

He looks at me, his pupils blown and his breathing uneven. I soon feel my phone vibrate in my hand.

New text from: Ty✌️

Ty✌️

I know this is random but I’m kinda struggling a bit. If you know what I mean...

You

Elaborate

Ty✌️

I’m hard. It’s stupid and random but I just. There’s this girl that these guys keep sending pictures of in group chat. And I don’t know I just get this way sometimes.

“Well then deal with it. Get with a girl or something. Or just masturbate.”

He looks at me with wide eyes.

“Oh come on Tyler you masturbate.”

“Yeah, I do but I just didn’t need you to tell me to.” He gulps nervously. I stand and gather my things.

“Well I’m gonna head home, you okay closing up?”

“Yeah I’ll be fine.” He nods

“Okay. Have fun with your little... problem.” I smile at him, and turn to leave, until I feel his hand grab my wrist

“Wait! Do you, look I know that you won’t want to but maybe do you think you could help me?”

I look down at him, him sitting in the chair, fully open for me to see the tightness in his pants and now knowing that it is not just a little problem.

“Please.” He mumbles quietly, looking up at me through those long lashes. I walk closer to him and put my things on the table, now standing between his legs. He lets go of my wrist and moves his hands to the sides of my thighs.

“I’ll help you.”

He nods, seemingly eager to get started. I look at his lips, and he looks at mine. I lean and press mine mouth to his, soft and plump and my own. His hands move to behind me knees, and he gently pulls me into his lap.

As our kiss becomes more heated, more breathy, he holds me by the hips and grinds up, causing me to gasp, being able to feel how hard he is, how big he is. I slowly pull away from his lips, his bottom lip between my teeth before I let go.

“Can I, can I suck you off?” I ask nervously.

He looks at me, his mouth agape, not knowing what to say.

“I- I, yeah sure I just, Ive never um,-

“Are you a virgin?” I ask slowly, cautiously.

“I get it if you don’t-

“Ty of course I will. If you want to you. Do you?”

“Yes. Yes please.” He says quietly. I smirk softly and give him a parting kiss before I remove myself from his lap.

I kneel in front of him and gently run my hand over the bulge in his pants. He lets out a loud breath through his nose, and I stop at his button and zipper, asking him silently. He nods. I continue.

I swiftly unbutton his pants and pull down his zipper, pulling the jeans down to his ankles. I look up at him through my lashes as I lean forward and mouth him through his boxers. He gasps as I make him wet with my tongue, his hands flying to my hair, runs his fingers through it.

I move my hands up his thigh to curl my fingers under the waistband. I look at him before continuing, get a nod. I gently pull his confines down to his ankles and release a shakey breath. He is definitely not a little problem. I move my hand to wrap around his base, nestled in short trimmed hair.

I move my hand slowly as I lean forward and take his tip into my mouth, moving the precum around with my tongue. He inhales sharply, hands gently tugging my hair, as I hum around him. I pull off and move my hand to spread the spit and precum over his whole length, trying my best to make him happy.

I look at him and see his head is back a bit but he’s looking at me with dark eyes, his chest moving up and down rapidly. I bite my lip and hold eye contact as I go to take him into my mouth again. I slowly inch by inch take as much as I can, his tip soon hitting the back of my throat.

“Ah fuck y/n.” He groans, so I start to give him what he wants. As soon as I pick up the pace, bobbing my head over his cock, the tip hitting the back of my throat, he becomes very vocal, moaning and grunting, thrusting up involuntarily into my mouth. I hum around him and gently pull his balls, trying to bring him closer to the edge.

“Y/n, fuck I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum down your throat if you don’t stop.”

And I don’t stop. I continue until he releases in white hot stripes on the back of throat and on my tongue, loudly moaning and coming down from his orgasm. I continue to slowly jerk him, trying to milk out every last bit, and I slowly pull off.

I look at him with dark eyes and showcase the cum and spit that has accumulated together in my mouth. I let it slide to the front of my tongue before closing my mouth and swallowing, Tyler staring at me mouth agape the whole time.

He lets out a shakey breath before he releases the grip he had on my hair.

“Thank you.” He mutters. I chuckle and help him slide his boxers and jeans back over his hips.

“You don’t have to thank me.” I say standing up. He stands up as well, and even though that was very vanilla his towering form is very intimidating, especially with him still seemingly turned on.

“Well if there’s ever any way I can let me know.” He leans in and gives me chaste kiss on the lips, then my jaw. I try to control my breathing as his lips graze my ear.

“That may have been my first oral, but I know how to take care of a girl.” He bits my earlobe gently, before he grabs his phone and walks out the back door.

[romyism]

     – 𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚 , 𝐚𝐲 – it’s ya girl , 𝒖𝒉 , skinny penis. jkjk , it’s only me , cc , local apocalyptic Hoe and i’ve been kinda sick lately Whoops. i’m a cst-er and go by she/her pronouns and will respond to any nickname i receive. i’m bringing my bby romy into this friend group and honestly ? she’s quite a handful so i’m gonna sneak in this apology first thing because phew , she’s so much i almost put ‘ these hands / her fists ’ as her weapon but i didn’t think that was the best idea for her.

( kim yerim → twenty → cisfemale ) ROSEMARY “ROMY” NA has been spotted hiding in the cabin. when you see HER, the odds of seeing them with a HIKING STICK in their hand is very likely. apparently their friends see them as the INCENDIARY - which makes total sense seeing as they’re VENTUROUS & PERCIPIENT as well as being CLIMACTIC & PROVOKING. i just hope they can survive the apocalypse…

AESTHETIC: holding back rambunctious laughter in a silent library, never being afraid to confront someone who’s done you wrong, a wide smile with a busted lip, the feeling of the wind blowing through your hair, half-buttoned dress shirts and short skirts, taped fingers from your latest fight, never being seen without a smile, being fiercely protective of the ones you love, the bigger the hoop the bigger the:, pulling hair in the non-sexual way and always being known as a firecracker.

* QUICK STATS /

full name: 나 로미  /  na romi  / rosemary na nickname(s): romy preferred name: romy age / dob: twenty  /  may , twenty-third , ‘ninety-nine gender: cisfemale  /  she/her pronouns label: the incendiary  ( designed to start fires / tending to stir up conflict ) faceclaim: loml , kim yerim ( yeri from rv )

* QUICK FACTS / HEADCANONS

legally blind, her glasses are thick af and she isn’t afraid to give someone a headache by making them wear her glasses.

is never seen without a smile on her face , even if she’s getting pulled out of a fist fight or is having a yelling match with someone.

a mix of class clown with drama queen so all in all: a+ annoyance. major annoyance. just isn’t afraid to make an inappropriate joke at an inappropriate time.

like stated above , is also super dramatic. just one of those girls that’ll scream at the slightest inconvenience just to laugh about it.

is very confrontational and isn’t afraid to start a fight if she feels like she or one of her friends has been wronged

has daddy issues but will joke about her dad like he’s a part of her life all the time.

has been in a lot of fights , have gotten a lot of stitches and casts and has had her ass handed to her multiple times but has no intentions of stopping.

genuinely has been getting into physical fights since like the fourth grade and definitely knows how to fight and surprisingly HASN'T gotten charged for assault or battery yet considering she's definitely the type to start AND finish a bar fight and has spent a night in local sherriff's stations.

her weapon is a hiking stick but she's ... good FDSKLASJA, hand to hand isn't the BEST idea with zombies but she's gonna try anyway. ( also, she's probably taped a knife to the end of the hiking stick and probably twirls it a lot, bobbi morse style and doesn't take it seriously smh )

a happy , dramatic , fighting small gorl. so kinda like a golden retriever honestly.

*BULLET POINT BIO

where can i even begin ? to sum up romy’s life in a nutshell , she’s a bundle of trouble who’s gotten into a lot of fights and has some big daddy issues , okay ? if you want a taste of who she is , she’s inspired a lot by the song HER by chase atlantic :)

but ! basically , born to korean immigrants , romy was given a very american name in hopes of giving her a normalized life in america. she was only ever spoken to in english , ridding her of a chance to learn her native language and spent very little time to learn about her culture. all of these decisions were made by her mom , who loved romy so much despite having her at a very young age.

from ages one to six , she was pretty happy and had a pretty average life. her dad was a hard worker , learning the ins and outs of computer engineering / software just as it was taking off and had a good enough job to support the family and she was 100 % without a doubt a daddy’s girl. she had him wrapped around her little finger and she just absolutely adored him , no matter what he did.

then , a couple months after her sixth birthday , she remembers watching him pack up a suitcase and leaving. she doesn’t know why and her mom never told her , but she remembers sitting on her bed and seeing her dad through the crack of her door packing up in silence and leaving without even saying goodbye to her , which sorta broke her little heart.

but she could tell it broke her mom’s heart too , so romy just ... continued with life without ever really dealing with it because That’s Just What You Do , you know ? she became a rambunctious little kid and by the time she was in junior high she was a regular trouble maker. she didn’t intend to make life harder for her mom , but she just had a lot to deal with and didn’t know any other way than to throw hands in the girl’s locker room.

she wasn’t horrible , seeing as she still had friends and was quite popular around school. she wasn’t a bully either , but people knew she wasn’t afraid to get knitty gritty. but , even though she’s known for fighting , she spent most of high school just sitting in the front of class cracking jokes with the teacher. if you wanted someone to distract the teacher while you finished your project , romy was your girl.

in the same vein , she was sort of ? a drama queen. would complain loudly and often about nothing , make a big deal out of nothing and wouldn’t be afraid to march up to someone and confront them if she thought she had good reason to. so actually , maybe she was a little bit of a bitch , but that’s just who she was.

barely graduated , still isn’t sure how because she spent her last semester of senior year showing up late and leaving early. but graduated anyway and since she didn’t have the grades for college , left town and started traveling instead. mostly makes money through odd jobs and things locals will pay her to do , so is now mostly a jack of all trades.

*PERSONALITY

oof , uh if you couldn’t tell from the bio , she’s a handful.

her pos traits are venturesome and percipient , meaning basically: she’s adventurous but she’s got a good grip on things. people don’t expect much from her because ... dumb jock who gets into fights , but she’s mostly got a good grip on things fjsdlfdsj. she’s just v courageous and adventurous and is usually the first to volunteer for doing the Thing nobody else wants to do.

her neg traits are climactic and provoking because: she’s dramatic and she’s confrontational. no stranger to a fight , she’s not afraid to start a fight if she feels like she or one of her friends has been done wrong. unfortunately , that means she’s ready to throw down at any given moment which can be problematic because calm down romy.

all in all , a wild spirit that has no intention of calming down. if she was on a reality tv show , she’d be the crazy one because she just ... is a firecracker of a human being.

* WANTED CONNECTIONS

all of them fdsafad

BUT ! i’d love to see some rivals / enemies / neg connections because romy is kinda the worst so people who can’t stand her , people who she’s gotten into fights ( physical or not ) , people who think she’s a bit much , all of the above fdksfs

or someone who she loves dearly ! people she considers blood and would fight for no matter the situation or if they asked!

someone she has an unrequited crush on or vice versa ! someone who has she has a mutual crush on but she has daddy issues so it never really works out fjdsa any gender for this one babY

hook ups / exes cause again ... daddy issues. any gender bbies !

ex friends ??? we love an angsty friendship connection here where they used to be friends and something happened and they WANT to be friends again but it’s Complicated.

ex enemies !!! FKDSJ where they ‘hate each other’ because of their really rocky past BUT it’s not that deep they actually love each other now.

a smooth lil will they / wont they / exes / angst-y plots because i without a doubt am a hoe for angst in the apocalypse.

if nothing here floats ur boat PLS lmk and we can brainstorm cause i already love all ur muses and want plots with ALL of them.

[fallinfor-youreyes]

In dire need of a cute covinsky fic! Pls?

Technically, they are supposed to begetting food.

No one else wanted to get up at LaraJean’s designated ‘fit as much into the day as possible’ time,so Peter decides that if they don’t want to get up, then they don’tget what they want from the super market.

So, technically, they are supposedto be going to the grocery store, and then making breakfast, and thenhoping everyone is awake and ready to go hiking. It’s their lastspring break of college, everyone who had off the same week stuffedinto one of Greg’s parent’s time shares in the mountains, andLara Jean can almost taste summer break.

But, they still haven’t made itthe grocery store. Peter accidentally took a wrong turn, and then theGPS refused to re-calibrate, and then somehow, they ended up at anestate sale, quite literally stumbling upon it as they circled aroundlooking for someone to give them directions this early in themorning.

She jumps out of the car and Petertosses his arm around her shoulder, and they aren’t at the grocerystore, but she feels like this is where they are supposed to be. Itreminds her of the before, when they were still pretending, and LaraJean was still very much confused, and Peter was slowly falling inlove with her, and both of them were a little too dense to somethinglike talk to each other about their feelings.

But they are very much in the afternow, going on 5 years and knowing how to do things like communicateand love each other long distance and apply to jobs.

“We just need directions, and thenwe can get back on schedule,” Peter says, but Lara Jean can see hiseyes rolling over everything, and he’s his mother’s son, so he’scalculating how much he can get and what would look best in thestore, and Lara Jean loves him so much it almost hurts.

“What if we looked around for abit. The others will probably be sleeping all morning anyway.”

“You sure?”

Lara Jean nods, and his face justcompletely lights up and he has his phone out to text his mom in thenext instant.

Lara Jean let’s herself wanderaway from him as he snaps pictures for his mom,  stopping to admirethe old silverware and baking pans that she finds hidden in thecorner. She can hear Peter chatting with the owner, and he soundslike such an adult. They are graduating soon, and being thrust intothe real world. She’s not worried about Peter. He’s the type ofperson who can make friends with anyone instantly, like he is withthe owner right now. She’s less adapt at fitting into places likehe is, but according the Chris, she’s come out of her shell and ifanyone could make it in the real world, it’s her. Lara Jean wandersalong, listening to Peter’s voice fade as she’s is swept into thenext section, not paying much mind to where she’s going until hereyes fall on a jewelry box.

She stops, drawn to the box, thedelicate antique pieces glittering in the early morning light. Shecan still hear Peter, talking about his mother’s store and how hewould love to learn more about the silver tea set, and she reachesout to the box without knowing what she’s reaching for.

Some one loved this box. Each pieceis situated in it’s own section, all polished and glimmering, eachholding a lifetime of stories.

Her hand skates over a silverbracelet, and a gold hooped necklace, and then she falters, stoppingat small pearl inlaid in a gold ring.

It reminds her of a ring her motherhad, one that Lara Jean would sneak into her parents room to admirewhen she was little, one that had somehow been lost in the resultingtime. Lara Jean gently removes it from it’s spot in the box andslips it onto her right ring finger.

“Perfect fit.”

She didn’t realize that Peter hadgone quiet, and snuck up behind her, hooking his chin over hershoulder.

“It’s beautiful.” She tilts itin the sunlight, and Peter’s arm snakes out so he can take her handand slide the ring off.

“Yeah, but I think I’d like itmore on this hand.” He slips it over the ring finger on her lefthand, and Lara Jean almost forgets how to breath.

“Peter.”

“Lara Jean.”

“You are not proposing marriagebefore we even graduate college.”

He laughs, warm breath falling overher shoulder and sending goosebumps down her arms. “No, god, mymother would kill me.” He presses a quick kiss to her cheek, hishand still cradling hers. “No, I’m just bringing up the topic.For the future. Like once we get our collective shit together and canlive in the same state and have enough money to survive like adults.”

It’s the first time either of themhad really brought up the idea of after. After college, and afterthey get jobs, and after they hopefully move in together, and aftereverything settles down. She’s always seen her future with Peter,but this is the first she’s ever really thought about it. Aboutmarrying him one day. About having him forever.

“I’d like that.” She twistsher head until she can grab his face and pull his mouth onto hers.He’s smiling, and she can feel the warmth in his cheeks under herfingertips, and her heart is beating so fast she’s pretty sure hecan hear it.

When she pulls back to breath hepresses another kiss into her hair. She goes to slip off the ring,but Peter snaps his hands around hers.

“What do you think you are doing?”

“Putting the ring back before webreak it.”

He shakes his head. “No way.That’s yours. It’s ours. A promise.”

“Peter Kavinsky, I will not allowyou to spend your money on this.”

“Too bad.” He pecks her lips,distracting her long enough to slip the ring off himself and the nextmoment he is marching off through the maze of things, leaving her infront of the jewelry box.

“Peter, wait!” she calls, buthe’s already gone, and then next moment she can hear him talking tothe owner again.

“I’m changing my bargain,ma’am.”

Her heart stutters to a morereasonable rhythm, and she stares at the place in the box where shefound the ring.

It’s peculiar, because everythingin the box was so lovingly placed, and everything had it’s ownspot. But she can’t seem to find where the ring went. The box stilllooks completely full, like nothing was removed.

Lara Jean shakes her head and turnsaround, following Peter’s voice to find her way through all of thethings. The instant he sees her, his face lights up, and the womanringing him up smiles at them.

“So this is the lucky girl, huh?”

Peter shakes his head, and drops hisaround and her shoulders. “Nah. I’m the lucky one.”

The woman holds out the ring andsighs, a smile on her face. “That was my great aunt’s ring. Shealways told me it was meant for someone special, and that it wouldfind the person it was supposed to be with.” She places it inPeter’s hand and pats his palm. “I’m glad it found the two ofyou.”

The woman instantly goes back toringing them up and chatting about Peter’s mom’s store, and LaraJean can’t seem to find the words she needs to say thank you.

Before she knows it, they’vepacked up the Jeep, and Peter is shutting the trunk, jogging over toher before she can open the door.

“Lara Jean Song Covey. With thering,” he says, falling to one knee, and taking her hand in his. “Ipromise that once we graduate and start to figure life out, that Iwill propose to you for real, and if you so choose, you can becomeLara Jean Song Covey-Kavinsky.”

“I’ll need like 3 lines to writemy full name on my driver’s license.”

He bites his cheek trying to hidehis smile, and she dramatically flicks out her hand. If he’s goingto insist on doing this, she might as well play along.

“Engaged to be engaged?” sheasks.

“Exactly.” He breaks into that100 watt smile, and then she’s pulling him up until she can kisshim.

He slides the ring on her fingeragain and it instantly feels like it was always supposed to be there.

And maybe, that’s because it was.