#I don't like leaning into that normally but OOF he just... is there... being Like That...

[captain-joongz]

A little show

Pairing: Min Yoongi x f!reader

Genre: uni au, pure smut with a dash of plot, some fluff, strangers to lovers

Word count: 9.6k

Summary: Who knew that getting off in the uni bathroom to get away from the world's most boring lecture could lead to getting absolutely railed by a cute postgrad student... but third time's the charm, right?

Warnings: slight exhibitionism, masturbation in a public bathroom, sex in a public bathroom (for once they're even using condoms lol), yoongi is a little shit but he'll rock your world, dirty talk, slight choking kink, dom-ish yoongi, who am i kidding he's a fucking beast, fingering, backshots, rough sex, some begging, biting and marking, they literally don't talk to each once before fucking

A/N: oof this was totally unplanned but i cannot be held responsible for anything after seeing the d-day concert movie, this is all yoongi's fault. also it ends surprisingly fluffy for the filth that's contained within

credit for the divider to @saradika-graphics, thank you so much <3

I blinked rapidly, trying to keep myself awake while the lecturer droned on, his nervous slightly stuttering voice carrying through the classroom and lulling everyone into a half-asleep haze. Every Tuesday I had to sit through 90 minutes of this man stumbling through every topic, trying to connect with the classroom full of people while anxiously stepping around the whiteboard projecting his presentation.

I was fully understanding, this was his first year teaching and he still hasn’t shaken off the stage fright, but that didn’t stop me from wishing I had never enrolled into this class and rather spent the time doing literally anything else. It didn’t help that it was an afternoon lecture, dragging on until 5PM, which was usually the time I was already completely fried.

I looked around, noting the other students similarly fighting off sleep or browsing internet on their notebooks, some valiantly still trying to keep their attention on the lecturer and failing miserably. I watched the girl in the row in front of me order a cute sweater, deliberating between two colours for about ten minutes before choosing strawberry pink. I approved.

My body was screaming from being bent over the desk in my boredom, back bent so crooked when I straightened out it cracked vertebra after vertebra like a xylophone from nightmares. I sighed, squirmed around, checked the time. Only 5 minutes have passed since I last looked. I barely suppressed a groan. I couldn’t sit still for longer than a minute, leaning back then pressing forward, folding and unfolding my legs, just trying to find a comfortable position to spend the next 40 minutes in and failing.

After 5 more minutes I reached a boiling point, playing with the thought of just booking it halfway through, but instead my unoccupied brain started entertaining itself by slipping into a territory that it deemed more fun. I started thinking about what I’d rather be doing, where I’d rather be, flushing slightly from embarrassment but surrendering to these thoughts as they presented at least some form of entertainment.

I made it barely 10 minutes before I was so painfully wet and aroused I definitely couldn’t make it through the lecture anymore. I had to do something about it, now.

I wasn’t shy about the fact that I occasionally enjoyed wanking in some more public spaces like bathrooms, the thrill of someone possibly coming in and having to keep quiet was getting to me. I didn’t indulge in it often, just when I got really bored and my brain immediately went to “let’s get off to entertain ourselves” instead of doing something normal like other people, just when I was sure there was only a slight chance of someone actually coming across me.

But thinking all that, I realised I’d never taken such liberty while I was in the uni building, probably just thinking about getting out of there as quickly as possible, but fuck, this lecture was getting to me. Somehow it felt more morally wrong than some other random ass places, but I deliberated on it. We were in a secluded corner of the building, it was really high and there was no elevator, the classrooms were smaller and above there was construction going on, which resulted in this place usually being totally deserted except for those unlucky souls that still had lectures here. I was pretty sure there was no other class going on here right now and the chance of someone from here going to the bathroom at the same time was slim.

On a whim I decided to take the risk, my body heating up knowing I was about to give in to the need. I quickly stood up, grabbed my phone and made my way outside. The hall was empty except for a single guy sitting by a table directly across from the bathroom door, but I figured it would be fine. He was wearing headphones anyway, head bobbing to a beat I couldn’t hear and fingers nimbly clicking something on his laptop and toying with the mouse. I slipped past him quietly and went straight for the bathroom door.

Inside was quiet, as if cut off from the outside world, the only two toilets both empty and door wide open. I went to the further one, not that it made much difference with how small the room was, but it still made me feel a little better.

With the door closed and locked for better feeling of security, the excitement finally got the better of me and I rushed to stick my hand into my skirt to pull down my tights and panties, fingers immediately finding the slick folds.

I bent over, the stall small enough to allow me to lean on my elbow on one wall while my ass pressed into the other, fingers going straight for my clit and wasting no time in pressing on it and circling it desperately. Quiet sighs of pleasure spilled from my lips, body trembling with pleasure heightened by the fact I was in a public space.

I barely even touched myself and I could already feel how fucked out I was getting, knees shaking and the pleasure mounting dangerously fast. In my mind I imagined myself bent over the toilet and a warm presence behind me, getting fucked good, strong hands gripping my waist hard, pulling me back on the cock like a toy while telling me to shut up, laughing at me while I bit my fist trying not to let the whole university know how good I was feeling.

My orgasm was approaching embarrassingly quickly, the pad of my finger furiously toying with my clit while my knees were shaking with the mounting pressure waiting to snap. I was so wet I felt my juices dripping down my thighs, dripping onto my hand and making my finger slip all the time as I tried to get myself to cum as fast as possible.

That didn’t seem to be that hard as I could already feel myself hurling towards the edge, cunt spasming around nothing, desperately wishing to be filled, as my ass pressed harder into the wall and my back arched. I could feel a little cramp starting up in my wrist, but I didn’t let up, keeping the pace on my clit as I felt the start of an intense orgasm, the sensation bursting through me like a tornado and I let out a moan muffled into the crook of my elbow. My knees buckled with the force of it and thank god that I was still leaning on the wall otherwise I would have for sure fallen down.

My whole body relaxed, thighs and knees still shaking as I tried to get my breathing back under control. The bathroom was suddenly eerily quiet now that there wasn’t blood rushing through my ears and I wasn’t blinded by my own ecstasy, and I flushed in embarrassment but still couldn’t stop myself from a little joyful giggle leaving my lips in breathless wonder.

I took my time getting myself back into order, cleaning myself up and righting my clothes again. I was in there for only about 15 minutes, so there was no reason to rush. I did notice that my legs had a little boneless swagger to them as I suddenly went from high strung in boredom to perhaps a little too relaxed, a stupid little grin pulling at my lips as I swayed my hips leisurely.

But that changed the moment I walked back out onto the hall. The second I was out of the bathroom I immediately found myself in direct eye contact with the sole student sitting out there. I only had a second to note he was very attractive before I realised he was watching me with the air of amusement, eyes darkening and a smirk forming on his lips as he leaned back and gave me a once over.

I flushed under his heavy gaze, freezing like a deer in headlights. It was obvious he knew what I’d been doing in there, something in my demeanour must have given me away. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, his eyes lingering on my hands clutched together before amused grin set onto his face.

I broke out from the daze suddenly and set into motion again, escaping his hungry eyes and entertained aura, hurriedly scurrying back into the classroom where I sat stewing in my own shame for the rest of the lecture.

When I walked back out after we were dismissed, the hall was empty, to my great relief.

“Come on, you should come tomorrow at least for a little bit,” Jungkook whined, pouting at me and hands tugging at the sleeve of my shirt. I gave him an unimpressed look, firmly resistant to his charms, which probably made me the only person in the world that was capable of that.

“I told you Kookie, I’m not feeling it this week,” I said for the fifteenth time that day, “Maybe next time.” The dance major cutely stomped his foot and tugged on my sleeve again. His wild hair flailed around with the wind, probably getting into his eyes, but he ignored it in favour of annoying me.

“But the next party won’t be for god knows how long,” he whined, giving me his ultimate puppy eyes and blinking cutely, “Come on Y/N, you need to let go a little.” Now, I would lie if I wasn’t swayed a little bit, but the exhaustion was weighing on me and I was looking forward to just having a quiet evening in ignoring all of my responsibilities and pretending I have no essays due and there aren’t any deadlines I was missing.

“I’m sorry Kook,” I softened my tone a little to convey I truly was apologetic, smiling at him gently, “I promise I will definitely go to the next party.” The man brightened and straightened out, letting go of me and setting out on the sidewalk leading out of the campus.

“I have your word! No takebacks!” he shouted excitedly and I ran after him laughing. I knew he wouldn’t let me forget it, so I just resigned myself to going to the next party even though I quite disliked them. I had nothing against partying, but I just preferred to go clubbing and dancing, not spend my evening sitting on a stained couch in someone’s living room listening to total strangers get zoinked out of their minds and talk about assignments. But I would go for Kookie. Just once though.

We walked side by side for a moment, just enjoying the awakening spring. It was still pretty cold outside, but the sun shone more often and the temperatures were enough to wear just a light jacket instead of coats with shawls, so I soaked in the atmosphere. People were beginning to filter outside, sitting around on the green grass, talking and studying, and it was nice to see.

Looking around I suddenly froze, standing still in the middle of the path while Kook continued for a few more strides before he realised I wasn’t following. He gave me a confused look, but I was already fighting an embarrassed blush and didn’t pay him much mind.

On the grass by a big tree was quite a familiar looking student, his long wavy dark hair similarly pushed around by the wind as he bobbed his head to music presumably playing in his headphones. He was wearing all black, standing out as a sore thumb in contrast with the green lit up by sun, but he was fully engrossed in his laptop and paid no attention to anything going on around him.

“Hey Kookie,” I called out to my friend, finally looking at him, “Do you know who that guy is?” I discreetly pointed in the man’s direction, hoping I wouldn’t draw anybody’s attention by being a fucking weirdo. Jungkook was a social butterfly despite his shyness and he seemed to know half the university (probably a side effect of hanging out with Jimin all the time), even people from majors that had nothing in common with his, so I was pretty confident he would be able to correctly identify the menace of my life.

“Who?” he started confusedly looking around, eyes jumping around the students just living their lives. I tried pointing again, hoping he would see where I meant without having to outstretch my arm fully. “There, that guy in the black sitting under that tree.”

Jungkook’s eyes finally locked onto his figure and a recognition immediately lit up his face. I chuckled. Of course he did know him.

“Oh sure!” he exclaimed, “that’s Yoongi hyung. He’s a little bit university famous.” I looked at him in shock and then glanced back to the expressionless man sitting on the lawn.

“Famous? Famous how?” I pressed for more info, this time it was me who way playing up the cute act, hanging onto Jungkook’s arm and batting my eyelashes at him. He gave me an amused smile, seeing right through me.

“Well, he’s handsome and yet cool and mysterious, girls love that shit,” Kook played it up, flipping his hair sassily and fluttering his lashes, making me scoff at him amusedly, “Plus he’s a rapper and sometimes performs in the local clubs and bars, so he’s pretty popular.” I turned us away from the black-clad student who was still unaware of anything going on around him and pulled us back onto the path.

“I see,” I hummed noncommittally, not giving him any indication of why I would suddenly ask about Yoongi, but based on the amused looks Kookie was giving me, he must have had an inkling why the sudden interest.

“He’s actually in the same year as Joonie hyung, they’re interning together at the same studio,” Jungkook continued, keeping his eyes on me to gauge my reaction. I hummed again, not saying anything anymore and just sending him teasing looks.

“If you come to the party tomorrow, Yoongi’s for sure gonna be there,” Kookie mentioned seemingly casually, watching me out of the corner of his eyes as he pretended he didn’t care mischievously.

I only shot him a glare and pulled on his arm, leading us out of the campus towards the café where we were supposed to meet Jimin and Tae, Kookie’s friends who graciously adopted me into the group after I got befriended by the shy giant.

For the rest of the afternoon I could feel Jungkook’s eyes on me, his lips pulled into a barely concealed smile as he fought the impulse to tease me in front of the boys about what he must have thought was an embarrassing crush on the school’s resident heartthrob. I ostentatiously ignored him, only shooting him warning glares here and there to which he always responded with shit-eating grins. Jimin and Tae kept giving us confused and entertained glances but ultimately decided against asking what was going on, much to my relief.

God, if they only knew the truth about why Yoongi even was on my radar in the first place.

The next Tuesday I walked into the classroom again, fully determined to sit through the whole lecture and not move even an inch from my seat. This time I chose a chair in the back, where I could comfortably be on my phone and distract myself from the thoughts of last week, from the attractive man and his smirks. I wondered whether he was sitting there again today, listening to what I now assumed was his own music, laid-back and effortlessly hot. I began to squirm in my seat again, but I quickly tempered it down, scolding myself gently for having such a one-track mind.

Once again I made it through an hour and with 30 minutes left, I began to face a crisis. The boredom was getting to me and I needed to use the toilet, my bladder screaming for help and making me shift around on my chair in discomfort. I thought that I couldn’t really face the bathroom without getting extremely embarrassed, but in the end I lost the battle to nature and got up.

Only, stepping onto the hall, I looked up and lo and behold, there he was – Yoongi sitting peacefully by the window and clicking away on his computer, his big black headphones firmly on as always. The movement by the door must have registered at the corner of his field of vision and he eagerly looked up.

The moment his eyes laid on my figure, frozen once again in the hallway and heating up under his stare, he smirked widely like he won the lottery, leaning back and making himself comfortable on the chair. With his gaze following my every movement I hurried into the bathroom, cheeks blushing and knees turning into jelly.

On instinct I went to the furthest stall and locked the door behind me shakily. Having taken care of my business I paced the stall nervously, already feeling myself bend under the tension. I promised myself I wouldn’t do it again, knowing Yoongi was sitting outside fully aware of the nature of my little trip last week, but his demeanour, the winning smirk and dark eyes made me want to break that promise.

Embarrassingly enough, I could already feel myself getting wet again and I begun to lose the conviction to just walk away and go sit back into the classroom for another terrible 30 minutes. The thoughts of Yoongi waiting in the hallway, hungrily watching the bathroom door and thinking about me with my hand up my skirt were getting to me and I finally broke.

Swiftly pulling down my tights and underwear I didn’t waste anymore time in sticking my fingers between my folds, gathering the wetness and rubbing the swollen bud begging for attention. I couldn’t hold back the little sighs and moans of pleasure, my body hyper-sensitive and the lust coursing through my body more intense than I could remember ever feeling.

It didn’t take long before I was choking on the moans I desperately tried to stifle on my arm, knees shaking and close to buckling and pussy clenching on nothing, feeling so empty and so desperate for anything I was losing my mind.

And if I was deliriously cumming on my fingers only a moment later while imagining Yoongi fucking me roughly in the uni bathroom, that was only my business.

With trembling fingers I quickly cleaned myself up, blushing when I realised I was so wet the whole top of my thighs was covered in my sticky juices. Putting myself back together I rushed to scrub my hands clean and soon I was standing behind the door, taking a few deep breaths but the excitement still getting the better of me and I eagerly walked out, expectantly looking for Yoongi’s reaction with a little sly smile on my face.

And I was not disappointed.

The second I stepped out, his head snapped in my direction, confirming that he really was waiting for me to come out. His cheeks were also lightly dusted with pink from excitement, his eyes as dark as midnight with his pupils blown wide with lust. He immediately licked his lips, eyes raking over my form and taking in the shaky knees and trembling hips, the blush on my face, both from recovering from an orgasm and shyness, hair a mess and lips bitten red.

Yoongi suddenly stood up and I realised that he packed up his laptop and headphones, all his stuff probably stuffed into his neat backpack that hung off of his shoulder. He side-stepped from the table and leisurely made his way towards me, black dress pants nicely hugging his form, white tee tucked into them accentuating his slim waist and a thick black oversized shirt hanging off him in a way that made me slightly feral.

But there was something else he wanted me to see, and I clocked it as soon as he got close enough, cheeks absolutely blazing red and my pussy valiantly clenching again even after such an orgasm.

He was hard. When my eyes slid down again to appreciate how the pants fit him so perfectly they landed on an unmistakable bulge, the front of his pants tenting in a tell-tale sign of how much he enjoyed my little show. I gasped and suddenly all confidence sapped from my body and I was left aroused and aching, willing to do anything. He watched me with a mix of condescension and arousal, knowing how easily he won over me and loving how receptive I was to just a light teasing, how the blush spread down to my collarbones and my mouth opened subconsciously, eyes glazing over and brain no doubt filled only with the thoughts of his cock.

But with an arrogant smirk he passed right by me, heading for the door of the men’s bathroom. Only when he was halfway through the door, he threw me a look over his shoulder, winking at me and his grin turned wild and rough. Then he disappeared inside.

I was left in the hall gasping for air, body ravaged by tension and lust and head full of images of Yoongi standing in the bathroom stall and hurriedly yanking at his cock, the red tip wet with pre-cum, the liquid getting smeared all over his length by his eager hands trying to get himself to completion as fast as possible. I imagined him grunting, head thrown back and mouth open but still curled into that annoying smirk.

A door opened somewhere a little down the hall and a mess of voices flowed out, startling me out of my reverie and I realised I had been just standing in the middle of an empty hallway staring dumbly at the bathroom door. I felt the bashfulness catch up to me and it sprung me into movement. With one last look at the door I scurried back into the class and spent the last 15 minutes staring into the wall with flaming red cheeks.

When I walked out after the class ended, Yoongi was back to his place, sitting completely relaxed into his chair and grinning lazily when his eyes caught mine. I felt my whole body jerk with a bolt of lust, but I ducked my head and quickly ran down the stairs, rushing out of the building and towards the café where the boys were already waiting for me. Jungkook stared at my flustered face with an unreadable expression, and I let him think whatever he wanted, too preoccupied with fighting the image of Yoongi cumming all over himself just twenty minutes ago thinking of me masturbating just a wall over.

Later that week, after many orgasms, much deliberating and a whole lot of shame I decided I needed to hear his voice. I kept thinking back to how Jungkook mentioned he was in the same year and major as Namjoon and that he was a performing rapper, and I knew Namjoon put his stuff online. And if Yoongi really was a known name in the bar scene around the area, he must have too.

Asking Jungkook about his stage name would be too humiliating, so instead I decided to rake through Namjoon’s insta because he must have his friend’s account there somewhere, hoping Yoongi would forgive me a little social media stalking. Firstly I scrolled through Namjoon’s posted pictures, but he rarely tagged other people. Most of his pictures were of artworks or Joonie doing something silly and living his best life.

So I switched to the pictures that others tagged you in. It took a while, but I was able to see that most of them were from this guy Hoseok that I had seen around but haven’t really spoken to. I knew he was a double major because he did dance like Jungkook and Jimin, but I had never realised he was also in the same major and year as Namjoon. He seemed to post a lot from the studio, often with Joon hunched over his computer in the background, but after some digging I was able to find one that had them all in it.

It was also from the studio, it must have been the one the boys were interning in, presumably all of them together. Hoseok’s face was grinning in one corner as he was taking the selfie and even though it was dark, you could clearly see two men sitting at a table together and discussing something with serious looks on their faces. A laptop sat between them and one of them had his hand lying on the pause button. It was Yoongi and Joon. Only their side-profile could be seen in the photo, but it was unmistakably them. The description only said “hyung is scolding joonie again” but tapping on the photo it showed that both of them had been tagged. Bingo.

Yoongi’s account was full of mostly dark pictures, some from the same studio and some were of him on stage mid performance, but there weren’t as many as Namjoon and Hoseok had on theirs. I scanned some of them quickly, but even though he looked super hot and the photos were extremely well done, it wasn’t the reason of my searching.

I checked the name of the account again – it was Agust D. And there was a link in the bio. Without thinking I clicked it and was transported to Spotify, Yoongi’s entire career laid out clearly in front of my eyes in the form of three albums.

I spent the evening listening to them, letting his music wash over me and losing myself in the beat and the lyrics. No matter what I was looking for when I wanted to listen to it, I got everything and more. I suddenly understood all those star-struck students that according to Kookie trailed hopelessly after Yoongi, the man had a real talent and an aura that just sucked you right in, like a fly getting trapped in a very smug spider’s web.

His voice was surprisingly lower and rougher than I anticipated, the songs had no shortage of him growling or screaming, emotions pouring off of his voice in waves that just swept me along.

And I couldn’t wait to find out what he sounded like when he was getting his rocks off.

The next Tuesday I climbed those 4 floors of stairs confidently, wearing a short skirt and cute heels, gingerly picking a spot in the class that would allow me to slink off in the middle of the lecture again. Yoongi wasn’t sitting in the hallway yet, but I believed he’d show up soon enough.

The anticipation was coursing through my veins, making me jittery and giggly. From the corner of my eye I could see a classmate giving me a strange look, mouthing at me if I was okay and I nodded hurriedly, giving her a smile, hoping she wouldn’t pay any attention to me when I had to leave.

If the two lectures before were unbearable, this one took the cake. I could barely contain myself, squirming in my seat, trying to make myself comfortable while I checked the time every 2 minutes, wishing half the lecture had already gone by and always getting disappointed at how early it still was.

My mind was going into overdrive, feeding me ideas and fantasies, replaying last week’s encounter on loop. I couldn’t see anything except for Yoongi’s lopsided smirk planted firmly on his face as he made his way into the bathroom to jerk off, his face as he came thinking of me.

The minutes ticked by slowly, and I was absolutely losing my mind, thighs pressing together and hands tangled into the fabric of my skirt, bunching up the material. I made it 40 minutes before I grabbed my phone and sneaked out onto the hall.

Yoongi’s head shot up immediately, already sitting by the window waiting for something. This time I didn’t freeze up, instead I was the one who smirked at him and confidently walked up straight to the bathroom. He watched me raptly, something predatory glinting in his eyes as he leaned forward on the table. Couldn’t help but notice that today he didn’t have his laptop out, he just sat there and watched me, but I moved forward not giving it much thought.

I raised my eyebrow at him and winked right as I disappeared into the bathroom, the door falling shut behind me and sealing me inside in the calm and quietness. I rushed to the furthest stall, shutting the door behind me but not bothering to lock, too horny to think clearly.

I couldn’t believe this was getting to me so much, but the moment I managed to slide my tights low enough and ran my hand through my folds, I was already so wet it was astonishing. I laughed at myself in disbelief as my finger found my clit and circled it. Who would have thought this would become my weekly routine, jerking off in the bathroom while a guy I’ve never even talked to sat outside smirking.

But not today it turned out.

Just as pleasure began coursing through me at the ministrations, pleasured sighs leaving me freely as I got cocky not getting caught until now and the squelching of my wet pussy getting played with rang through the quiet space. Then, I heard the door open.

Immediately I froze, hand stopping but still stuck between my thighs. Slow silent footsteps made their way towards the stalls and I hoped whoever this person was, they would take care of their business quickly and leave right afterwards, but they seemed to be taking this in a really leisurely manner. I was holding my breath, counting the seconds, ears straining to catch any kind of sound coming from them.

“Don’t stop on my account, kitten,” a gruff voice suddenly piped up, the footsteps stopping right outside my stall. Relief and lust rushed through me at his appearance and I couldn’t hold back a desperate whimper, the fingers on my clit going back to work. There was a chuckle behind the door and then he was pushing it open.

I must have been a sight, underwear and tights pushed under my ass, skirt bunched up around my hips, bent over with my back arched leaning on the wall as I desperately played with myself, mouth open and eyes glazed over.

Yoongi’s eyes raked over me and he hummed lowly in appreciation. He made his way in lazily, shutting and locking the door behind him before leaning on it and just watching for a moment. I tried to put on a show for him but I was truly gone, the three weeks of built up arousal carrying me high and my body racing towards the edge in record speed.

I watched him back, watched his dark hungry eyes, his tongue peeking out to wet his upper lip, the way his hands flexed by his hips, twitching with the need to grab himself. I could see his bulge clearly, the tight black jeans barely able to contain it, and I was going crazy for it. When my eyes jumped back to Yoongi’s face, he was smirking at me knowing where I’d been staring at. What I wanted.

Suddenly he pushed himself away from the door and stepped towards me. Startled I straightened out, fingers stopping once more. He descended on me hurriedly, pushing me into the wall with his body, caging me in. Our faces were suddenly only breaths apart and Yoongi took his sweet time, teasing me by getting closer and pulling away with a laugh. I whined, my clean hand coming up to tangle in his hair and he let me, watching me from above as I writhed against him, wordlessly begging for any touch from him.

Finally, he took pity on me and with a cocky grin smashed our mouths together, immediately prying my lips open and licking inside, claiming me roughly and thoroughly. I moaned into him, body arching into his and he pressed closer, pressing me into the wall again and our bodies touched from our heads to our toes. His hand went to my neck, wrapping around it lightly and grabbing my jaw to keep me still as he kissed me with all his might.

Now with both hands I grabbed onto him, one going around his neck and one around the waist, and he broke the kiss to laugh at me quietly, turning my face with his hand so he could kiss around my ear.

“You’re such a little tease, you know that kitten?” he whispered, voice gravelly with arousal, “Coming in here every week… playing with your pussy… making yourself cum… and then coming out and giving me those eyes, cheeks still flushed from your orgasm and yet playing so coy and shy… you’re such a minx.” I tensed, eyes rolling back as he started nipping at my neck, laying wet kisses and bites all over any skin he could get to.

I didn’t even notice when Yoongi’s other hand found its way between my legs, fingers roughly pressing onto my clit. I choked on a moan, head falling back and hitting the tiled wall, hands flexing into his clothes. He bit my shoulder enough to leave a mark, chuckling at my loud keening before pressing his lips to the shell of my ear again.

“Last week I thought I would go crazy sitting there,” Yoongi continued, almost growling into my skin as his fingers twisted meanly around my sensitive nub making me tremble, “I couldn’t focus on anything, not when I knew how much you wanted to give me a show. Almost went to jerk off at least five times but I held off until you came out to repay the favour.” He chuckled again, hand tightening a little on my neck as he leaned back to look at me.

I tried to get my breathing under control but I was stuck with my mouth hanging open, noises flowing out freely as if this wasn’t a public bathroom. Yoongi didn’t seem to mind though, quite happy to watch me come undone just from a little teasing.

“It was the same for me,” I whispered, looking into his eyes and this time playing coy very much on purpose, licking my lips and batting my lashes to play it up, “Had to sit through the rest of the lecture while thinking about you in here. Was hell.” He snickered darkly, immediately catching onto my act.

He hummed, finger dragging across my lower lip, fascinated for a moment before he snapped back to himself, mouth pulling back into a smirk.

Without a warning his other hand moved lower, fingers tracing my entrance before two of them plunged inside. I moaned out, body seizing up at the sensation. I was wet enough that they went easy but there was still the pleasurable sting of being stretched out on two digits.

Yoongi certainly wasn’t the type to waste time. He hummed satisfied, watching me with those dark eyes, testing the waters with a few shallow pumps before he started finger-fucking me earnestly. Just like everything else, even now he wasn’t gentle, flicking his wrist up and pushing his fingers as far as they could go, curling them to scratch at that one magic spot that had me seeing white.

I whimpered loudly, hips gyrating to ride the motions, already feeling the stirrings of a powerful orgasm lurking on the horizon. Like a shark sensing blood Yoongi chuckled and twisted his fingers on the next thrust. I keened, hands flying up to tangle into his clothes and hair, hips jerking and chasing after the feeling.

“So selfish, kitten,” he tsked at me, still keeping his cool even though I could see his erection attempting to burst through his pants, “only thinking about your own pleasure. No respect for others, huh?”

My first instinct was to apologise, but I got choked up on the words when he started up his pace again, so instead I decided to be a woman of action. Slowly trailing my hand down his torso, feeling him up on the way, grabbing onto his chest, his slim waist, until I finally reached his crotch.

With the first touch he let out a light groan, fingers stuttering and eyes falling shut for a moment, then he was suddenly back onto me, kissing me wildly while his hips fucked into my hand, letting out gruff groans and sighs into my mouth, which I accepted gladly.

For a moment we were just lost in each other, not caring about the noise or the place, just pleasuring each other, touching, feeling. Then Yoongi was tearing away, hand flying from my pussy and stepping back. I couldn’t stop the pathetic whine that left me, and my cheeks flushed with embarrassment at his amused face.

Instead he grabbed me and turned me around until I was leaning on my arms on the wall behind the toilet, one leg up on the closed lid for support. I shivered in anticipation, knowing what would come next. Yoongi was moving about behind me, clothes shuffling and rustling. Then his sweater hit the floor. I turned my head to watch just as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a silver packet. He grinned at me and winked when catching my eye, then reached out to me, condom in hand.

“Can you hold this for me for a second, darling?” he asked as sweet as honey, but there was something devilish twinkling in his eye.

“Of course,” I answered him. I meant for it to be sassy, but it came out on a breathless whisper as I took the packet and watched Yoongi’s hand run through his hair before setting on his belt. He unbuckled slowly, attentively watching my eyes soaking in every second as he pulled the belt through the buckle and out of his pants. Fingers toyed with the button before popping it open, tongue wetting his lips and hungry eyes eating me up. I trembled under his attention but held still, not even breathing as his fingers grasped at the zipper and pulled it down.

Tired of playing, he pulled his tee out and put the hem between his teeth, revealing his taunt stomach and pretty waist. Winking at my obvious gawking, he finally pulled his jeans and underwear down, his erection springing free. The sight of him shocked me to my core, standing there with his t-shirt in his mouth and a smug glint his eye while he leisurely fisted his flushed red cock. I could feel my pussy gushing and clenching around nothing, desperately calling to be filled up.

Yoongi plucked the condom packet from my limp hand and made a quick work of putting it on. He lined up behind me, hands finding my waist to pull my tee from the skirt, making contact with bare skin.

I gasped when I felt his cock slide through my wet folds, but quickly keened and arched into it. One of Yoongi’s hands tightened on my waist while the other disappeared to grab his length.

“Easy now,” he chuckled at my trembling body, my hips chasing after his cock and trying to entice him into fucking me.

“Please,” was all I could get out of my mouth, “please Yoongi, just fuck me.” His hand tightened again and there was a beat of silence before he snickered.

“So you naughty girl do know my name,” he teased and I froze for a moment, embarrassment flooding me. I turned to him again to see him smirking at me, tee hanging off of his form. “I heard it around,” I whispered sheepishly. He hummed, raising his eyebrows at me.

“Not really fair, is it?” he teased some more, a mischievous expression taking over his face, “Is it, Y/N?” I narrowed my eyes at him jokingly and he grinned.

“Now, what’s your excuse, mister?” I asked him sassily, “Not like I’m a campus celebrity… unlike someone here.”

“May or may not have asked Jungkook cause I saw you two hanging out,” Yoongi admitted easily, laughing at me when I paled.

“God,” I groaned, “No wonder he was getting so cheeky whenever you came up in a conversation.” At that Yoongi raised his eyebrow again, amusement dancing on his features.

“That happen often?” he asked impishly, leaning against me and once again letting me feel his cock sliding through my folds. I gasped a little and blushed even darker. “You’re Namjoon’s friend, so occasionally,” I bold-faced lied straight through my teeth and from the look on Yoongi’s face, he was aware but let me get away with it.

There was a moment of silence where we just stared at each other, mischievous little smiles on our faces, and then Yoongi hummed, pulling his tee back up to his lips and biting down on it. I shuddered, the lust once again taking the fore-front seat in my mind. This time he didn’t stop for anything, grabbing himself with one hand and the other going to my waist to hold me in place.

The tip of his cock circled my entrance and I subconsciously clenched, a gush of wetness leaving me. I whined and wriggled in his hold and he tsked at me again before sliding inside in a single thrust with a light condescending giggle. I groaned, pussy immediately squeezing around the intrusion, feeling every inch and ridge. There was a hitch in Yoongi’s breaths, both hands migrating to my waist and grabbing so tightly I felt his nails digging into my skin.

He barely gave me a second before pulling out and thrusting in again, setting a rough pace from the get-go. All I could do was bury my head into the crook of my elbow, biting into the soft flesh there to keep myself from moaning loud enough for the whole school to hear.

The stretch of his cock was exquisite, the slight burn heating up my already sensitive body to a near boiling point. With every thrust there was a tiny twinge of pain that left me breathless, desperate to muffle any noise that could cut our meeting short.

Yoongi didn’t seem to care much about noise, hands on my waist mercilessly pulling me back onto his cock and fucking me with so much force I felt my whole body twitching with the overdrive of sensation, the slapping of our sweaty bodies against each other and the wet squelch of my weeping pussy getting filled to the brim loud enough to substitute for our own sounds. He was grunting gruffly, the noise seemingly leaving his mouth involuntarily and getting muffled by the tee.

I turned my head slightly to look at him, and god, he was a vision with his head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and face the picture of ecstasy, body rippling with the motion of his pumping hips and strong veiny arms and hands gripping onto me hard enough to go red with the force. I couldn’t hold back the moan and he toppled his head forward to look at me, a tired self-satisfied smirk tugging at his lips at seeing my fucked out expression.

“Take your fucking shirt off,” I gasped out breathlessly, chuckling at his teasingly narrowed eyes, “You have such a dirty fucking mouth, can’t stand for it being shut.” Yoongi laughed, throwing his head back in delight. Within seconds the piece of fabric joined his sweater on the floor and he leaned forward, hands picking on my own shirt with a mischievous expression.

“Shouldn’t you even the score?” I loved how deep and gravelly his voice became with arousal, even when he was being mischievous I could hear the growl in it and it drove me crazy. I scrambled to listen to him, tearing the shirt off and flinging it behind us. Yoongi’s hands immediately travelled up, playing with the edge of my bra before swiftly undoing the clasp and dragging it off. I gasped lightly at his skilled handiwork and giggled, but Yoongi was already preoccupied with kissing along my shoulders and shoulder blades.

His hips angled better and then jerked them into me again, cock sliding even deeper now. I groaned and arched into him and that was his que to start fucking in earnest again. In this position I could hear the strained sighs and grunts every time he slid back inside, the rough deep pace taking a toll on us both.

The back of my thighs was burning from standing bent over and straining my hips for this long and it added to the mix of feelings running through me. I could feel my orgasm catching up with me, Yoongi’s cock now hitting a spot on every thrust that made me want to scream with pleasure, sliding in so deep I swore I could feel him in my belly and it was so good my head was spinning, and all that came out of me were raspy moans. Yoongi bit into my shoulder, grunts raising in octave, hands pulling at my body to meet his thrusts.

I prayed to god that the walls were thick enough to keep the sounds from escaping onto the hall. I knew that if someone stepped inside now, there would be no masking what was going on, we were both too gone for that, just chasing our pleasure.

I was so close, the weeks of build up and the foreplay and teasing making me delirious. There in that moment I just wished I could stay like this forever, to feel this delicious ecstasy for the rest of my life, but I was so close to snapping I just needed a little extra push even though my head was so high in the clouds wishing to be never brought down.

“Please Yoongi, god,” I choked out, “please, I’m so close.” That seemed to snap Yoongi back into his attitude again, but he couldn’t hide how affected he was too.

“What do you want, kitten, mm?” even he couldn’t talk properly through the gasps and grunts, but still tried to sound as cocky as possible. Instead of talking I grabbed his hand and brought it down between my legs.

Yoongi pressed himself to me closer to make the reach more comfortable, his chest glued to my back as he nibbled on my neck and shoulder, giggling breathlessly when his naughty fingers started drawing tight quick circles on my clit.

My moans got louder, the pumping of his cock, hitting so deep inside of me, combined with the stimulation on my clit made me seize up, whole body shaking as the pleasure overtook me. Yoongi groaned every time my pussy clenched around him, drawing him deeper and closer to his own end. Both of us were so sweaty we stuck to each other, the temperature in the stall rising so high it was almost unbearable.

“Yoongi,” I gasped out, just repeating his name breathlessly as I barrelled to the climax, feeling the beginning of the tingling washing over me, pussy seizing up. Yoongi’s hands were like vice on my body, my waist littered with red indents of his nails, some already purpling slightly.

“I know, kitten,” he whispered into my neck, “Me too, you can let go.” The moment those words left his mouth my orgasm exploded over me, enough to blind me and send my ears ringing for a few moments. I let out a raspy groan, hands scrambling to find purchase on the wall and if it wasn’t for Yoongi’s hold on me, my buckling knees would have sent me crashing to the floor, but all I could focus on was the euphoria blooming through my body, flooding all my senses with so much pleasure I could barely fully register anything that was going on. Yoongi fucked me through the peak, hips losing rhythm and all decorum until finally he gave last few hard pumps and stilled too, coming with a drawn-out moan, hands pushing our hips as close together as they could go.

We clung onto each other as we attempted to catch our breaths again. I felt my arms slipping on the tiles as the pleasant ache started setting into my hips and lower tummy, legs screaming for a reprieve as my brain slowly came back into function. I blinked my eyes open, not even realising I had closed them at some point. Yoongi was basically hugging me from the behind, draped over me just breathing deep, faced smushed into my shoulder blade. Then he chuckled.

“You think we’re still in the clear?” he laughed, “How thick do you think these walls are?” A giggle tumbled out of me and before I knew it we were both laughing breathlessly, bodies still pressed close.

“This is officially the craziest thing I’ve ever done,” I told him, shaky knees trying to keep my weight as I started to gather my wits. Yoongi let me go easily and helped me find my balance as my whole body ached, back killing me after Yoongi railed me like a madman.

“And here I was, thinking this was just regular Tuesday for you.”

I slapped his shoulder lightly, but the blush on my cheeks revealed that I couldn’t really say anything to that. His amused snickers told me he was well aware, so I just stood there and watched him slip the condom off, tie it up and then just awkwardly stand there not knowing what to do with it.

“Guess I can’t just casually drop a used condom into a bin in the girl’s bathroom,” he stated nonchalantly, and I giggled at him. In the end he grabbed a bunch of toilet paper and hid it inside, putting in on the closed bin lid for the moment.

Next Yoongi swiftly cleaned himself up and pulled his jeans back on, but when I reached for the paper to do the same, he swatted my hand away. With a much gentler smile he got it himself, kneeled in front of me and started cleaning me up, gently wiping away the mess left on my centre and thighs. I watched him attentively, the soft look on his face making him look boyish, only the naughty glint in his eyes reminiscent of the man he was just a few minutes ago.

When our eyes met, I returned the smile, hand instinctively going to tangle into his hair. I meant to just card it through the dark wavy locks, but the heated look he gave me had me shuddering again, fingers tightening. Yoongi smirked, tongue licking at his lips sensually just inches away from my exposed pussy.

“Still thinking about naughty things, kitten?” he said, voice dark and deep, “Like the sight of me on my knees for you?” I hesitated for a moment before untangling my hand and gently pushing him with a blush.

“I see,” Yoongi hummed thoughtfully, “maybe next time then.” With a wink he stood up and when I didn’t move he motioned for me to start dressing up with a smirk, handing me my bra and t-shirt. We slowly clambered out of the stall, stretching and trying to get all the body parts to working order again.

“How about,” Yoongi drawled out, self-assured and with the attitude of someone who just got their rocks off, “you ditch the lecture you never really go to anyway and we grab something to eat?” I stopped in my tracks, shocked but pleasantly surprised at his offer. I checked the time quickly.

“There’s only like 10 minutes of class left, I can sit that out and then we can go,” I answered, smiling softly, but Yoongi smirked with all his might, something devilish glinting over his face. He leaned towards me, grabbing me lightly by my shoulders.

“Not looking like that, you can’t,” he whispered meanly and spun me around. The moment I laid my eyes on myself in the mirror, I gasped. Yoongi was standing behind me grinning like the devil admiring his handiwork. My neck was littered in little bites and spots ranging from dark pink across red all the way to purple. Yoongi let out a satisfied hum, almost sounding like a purr, his hands going across my waist to pull at the tee tucked into my skirt to reveal more reddish purplish bruises from his fingers.

I turned in his arms and slapped his shoulder lightly, completely flustered by his antics. “How can I walk out of here now? Everyone will know what I’d been doing instead of sitting at the lecture,” I whined, more embarrassed than angry, but Yoongi’s laughing face was totally free of any remorse, “I look like someone beat me up.”

The man said nothing, just pulled me closer to kiss me gently. I looked at him with wide eyes for a moment before I whined again: “I don’t even have a scarf with me today.” He burst out laughing and patted my hip softly.

“I’ll get your stuff, you wait here,” he whispered conspiratorially and with one last wink he was gone. It took him only three minutes to stick his head back into the bathroom, looking a little ruffled and a lot amused.

“I suggest we get going fast, I’m afraid a guy leaving the ladies restroom isn’t as inconspicuous as I wished it was,” he got out quickly, smirking impishly and handing me my coat. I tried to wear it in a way that covered most of the marks, but it was futile, more than half of my neck still on full display.

I walked out of the bathroom the same moment the door to my classroom opened and students started filing out. Yoongi exchanged a single glance with me before we both took off, running down the stairs like we were being chased, only stopping once the building doors slammed shut behind us.

“Jimin’s café?” Yoongi asked breathlessly, still trying to get his strength back and leaning on his knees. I grinned at him and grabbed his hand, already pulling him in the right direction.

“Sure, let’s go!”

Bonus:

“Holy shit! The fuck happened to you?” Jimin exclaimed loudly enough for the whole café to hear the moment he saw me walk through the door. Jungkook and Tae, who were sitting at a small table near the counter to keep Jimin company while he had his shift, turned to look at me only for Kookie to promptly spit out whatever he was drinking.

“Holy shit!” I gave him an unimpressed look and walked up to Jimin to order.

“A little dramatic, don’t you think?” I side-eyed him sassily, but Jungkook was grinning mischievously, a knowing glint in his eye. I flushed under his gaze and looked away at which he started laughing loudly.

“Oh my god! I can’t believe you actually did it,” he giggled, properly entertained by the situation and by my embarrassment. Tae was watching it all unfold, confused look on his face.

“Did what?” Jimin asked, similarly confused.

As if on cue the door opened again and Yoongi stepped in, ignoring everyone currently staring at him and walking straight to me, arm curling around my waist to pull me closer to him. He bent down slightly to whisper in my ear: “Got rid of the evidence successfully.”

“Holy shit!” This time it was Tae who screamed, coming full circle. I gave their smug smiling faces an annoyed glare and turned to Jimin to order again, but he was trying to conceal his grin behind his hand. Even more vexed I turned to Yoongi who was smirking smugly like a cat who got all the cream, hand possessively squeezing at my bruised waist.

“On second thoughts, we shouldn’t have come here,” I said to no one in particular, then turning my narrowed eyes at the man of the hour himself, “and wipe that smirk off your face, mister.” There were giggles from the boys all around us, but Yoongi just swooped down and kissed me softly, then pushed us closer towards the counter.

Jimin cleared his throat and tried to put on a professional expression, but there was mirth in his eyes that I just knew I was going to get all the teasing later. Tae and Kookie cleared out the mess at the table and made space for us to sit down, one looking more amused than the other.

I gave them both the stink eye and ignored them, checking my phone instead, trying to reply to all the messages I’ve missed in the last hour. Around me there was silence, everyone just sitting there looking at each other grinning, before Jungkook cleaned his throat and exclaimed:

“God, fucking finally! Thought Yoongi-hyung was gonna talk my ear off about you!”

“Kookie!” There was a pretty blush spreading on Yoongi’s cheeks, a polar opposite to the cocksure man that was railing my brains out 20 minutes ago. I giggled and squeezed his arm. He gave in easily, leaning towards me.

Then he set his eyes on Jungkook and narrowed them teasingly. “We’re gonna settle that later you brat.”

[cynarisgayass]

Can you write a Billy Kid x Reader where Billy accidentally catches a computer virus that causes him to simulate the symptoms of the common cold and Reader has to be his caretaker?

𓍊𓋼~Under the webther~𓋼𓍊

Type: Oneshot

Description: Hiiiii, you're my first request!! Welcome, sorry this took a few days, but I hope you like it!!

Rating: fluff

Reader: GN

Includes: Billy

Billy:

Billy groaned, rolling over in his bed and feeling like he was warm all over. Normally temperatures didn't bother him, but this virus had him feeling all kinds of funky...even his little robotic toes felt sore and they were pure metal like the rest of him!

To make matters even worse...he'd watched so much starlight knight that even he was starting to need a break from it, but Nicole and you had both told him to stay in bed and wait for the virus to be cleaned from his servers...

"Ugggggh, my head feels heavy...and I've been here for days....how long is this debug gonna take.."

"Someone sounds like they are getting stir crazy. Hope you don't mind, I let myself in." You walked in with a soft smile, a bag of things for him in your hand and a sweet caring aura following after you. It instantly made him perk up.

"You're here! Finally some company!! You wanna watch Straight knights together?! Or we could practice some self defense maneuvers, or- Ow!" He cupped his head in his hands, feeling another wave of numbers and random gibberish clogging up his functions.

"Woah you okay? Don't rush yourself, I plan on staying the rest of the day, so we can watch some of your show and I can check how far along the virus cleaning has gotten, though I don't think there will be time for any defense maneuvers until you feel better." You helped him lay down and put a cooling back on his forehead, holding his hand as you checked the computer for any news on the debug.

He really didn't like being stuck inside all day and it was even worse they he couldn't do anything but lay around and glitch, but...he was enjoying you being around. He couldn't deny it, he loved being babied by you, it made the whole situation bearable. "So how's it going doc? Am I gonna live? Should I start making my will?"

"Oh hush, you're almost clear of the virus. It should be all but gone by tomorrow."

"WOHOOO!! Oof ow!" He shut one of his eyes like he was wincing in pain, though in reality he hadn't actually felt anything this time..., he just wanted to get a little more attention before he was all better. Maybe even his favourite kind of medicine...

"What was that? Are you okay??"

"I don't know, I might not make it...without a kiss on the cheek from a beautiful human, who cares so much about their robot friend they'd do anything to make his head not hurt..." He threw his arm over his head dramatically acting like he was dying in a movie and he needed the hero to rescue him.

You rolled your eyes, chuckling at his hysterics...but what could it hurt. You indulged him and leaned in to place a kiss on his cheek, curing him just a little bit more.

My titles are genius

[ringsreforged]

Natalie's *deep* Haladriel thoughts - BEWARE

Pau - When you read this later, let me know if you want me to move it to my personal account, yeah? If it even still exists...

I’m not really sure what this post is going to end up being. A defence of the show and the separation? In part! A critique of the show based off leak spoilers and my own gut feeling? For sure! A desperate ramble in an attempt to get my head in order? Absolutely!

I will say before we dive in that I’m absolutely a Haladriel shipper, but the way I ship isn’t always in line with fandom. I ship what I see as part of the narrative because it’s the narrative, and everything else is a bonus. I make this distinction because I think this is why I’m so okay with a lack of scenes when some others are not, and I don’t want to come across preachy. I don't think I'm in any way superior for this by the way. In fact, I wish I could be more *normal*!!!!

If you came to this show for Haladriel alone, and simply want to see them share scenes week to week – that’s your prerogative. I’m not trying to say you shouldn’t feel that way. What I might try to say is that I don’t think that makes the shows bad or suggests that the writers have baited with this relationship. I think that’s ultimately what I find frustrating…

But anyway, let’s get into whatever this is. A reflection on expectations, a five-season arc, and those STUPID spoiler leaks…

AND THERE WILL BE SPOILERS. STAY AWAY. HISS.

Alright, so this post is mostly brought to you by a sinking feeling I have that the leak spoilers are real. Because everything in that episode 7 promo matches up.

STOP READING if you don’t want to know the spoilers. And honestly? STOP READING IF YOU THINK YOU WANT TO KNOW because living with this knowledge has truly made this season less enjoyable for me (credit to it, then, because I still think it’s incredible). IF I’M MAKING YOU PANIC, STILL STOP READING because there very much is a world where these spoilers aren’t that bad in context…but I prefer to keep my expectations low…

Have you gone???

HAVE YOU GONE?????

SPOILER TALK

Okay.

So, the leak spoilers say that there is no kiss between Sauron and Galadriel (which, honestly, I have no great issue with – more to come on that later). Instead, the kiss is ELROND AND GALADRIEL, and I absolutely do take issue with this.

I can only hope and PRAY that it works in context, but I can’t get my head around it. And yet, the promo…it’s all falling into place. Elrond will be sent to discuss terms with the orcs before the battle. He’ll see Galadriel in chains, and he’ll ask for a moment to say goodbye. Adar will allow it because he’s a gent like that. This is where we get the chin touch with the thumb everyone speculated over and then…HE LEANS IN AND KISSES HER TO PUT A NEEDLE IN HER MOUTH? SO SHE CAN RELEASE HERSELF LATER??

To clarify, most of this is my spec, but THE KISS TO PASS HER A NEEDLE IS A REAL LEAKED SPOILER THAT NO LONGER SEEMS FAKE.

It's just…so convoluted and weird??? Does he store needles in his mouth like a squirrel? Why couldn’t he have slipped the needle into her hand??? WHY ARE YOU PUTTING ELROND’S LIPS ON GALADRIEL’S?

And look, maybe this spoiler IS still fake! But the details were so specific, and everything about the context seems to be accurate, so that feels like it would be a bonkers coincidence to me. Maybe when we actually see it play out, it will be fine.

But that does bring me back to the Haladriel of it all, just briefly. With my whole heart, I do not need them to kiss. After season 1, I didn’t think it would be possible, and I’m okay with that. But if you’re willing to let ELROND’S lips touch her, then MY GOD, you could have let Haladriel have ONE kiss where she’s trying to distract him or some shit. OOF.

My only relief is that it happens next week, so we can hopefully get it out of our systems and enjoy the finale.

That said, if these leaks are true then that also means the finale leaks are true. Now, I actually never wanted to see any of these spoilers (hence me making it VERY CLEAR what this post is about, because I wouldn’t inflict this stress on anyone unwillingly), so once I got the Elrond kiss details, I tried to get away without seeing much else. But there was some information on the big Haladriel scene.

I’m actually not going to detail it here, because – overall – I think we’ll still super enjoy it (just…lower those kiss expectations) AND because I don’t think all of it was spoiled. At the end of the day, there will be plenty to unpack, they’ll be back on our screens, it will be meaty, it will be layered. I’m really looking forward to it, in general.

My one fear is that it’s a season 1 finale repeat. And again, that won’t necessarily be bad per se, but it will feel a little bit underwhelming. Now, I’m not somebody that wants a true corruption arc for Galadriel. Normally, I love that shit, but not in this IP and not with this character. I want to see her explore her darkness, I want to see her face it and accept it, and I certainly want to see her be tempted…but I don’t expect or believe we'll ever actually get the whole ‘dark queen of Mordor’ vibe. Prisoner? Maybe. But not an actual dark queen.

That said…surely this scene doesn’t play out the EXACT same way as season 1? Sauron shows her a vision, she’s tempted, but ultimately resists and tells him she’ll never be at his side. I just don’t get why we’d repeat that, when there are so many other options that still keep Gal on the side of light.

I keep coming back to Galadriel’s line to Elrond in episode 4 – when it comes down to it, he has to choose to defeat Sauron and sacrifice her. I feel like if I hadn’t seen the leaks, then I would be 1000% expecting this to be the outcome. Especially with how Elrond’s theme comes in at the end of The Last Temptation track. He comes upon the confrontation but chooses to do the thing that will harm Sauron in the long run, rather than the thing that will save Galadriel.

I hope so badly for this, but I do worry that it will go the other way. What if it parallels Gandalfanger’s destiny/friend choice, and Elrond chooses her because THAT is how light wins or some shit? Not that this will be a bad scene by any stretch – I love their relationship and want to see their FRIENDSHIP (grrrr) reforged…but, again, the S1 finale! Sauron left her in the water, and Elrond was there to save her.

There’s also Galadriel’s conversation with Adar in the most recent episode – you succumbed, I resisted – but I guess this could go either way? He succumbed, so she resists. She insists she’s able to resist, so she succumbs. URGH. MY HEAD.

There MUST be a difference. SURELY??? Like, this season has been so well written…I just can’t comprehend the copy and paste.

Again, this isn’t anything close to a deal breaker for me. I firmly believe the showrunners when they say this relationship will remain the core of the show, but…hmmm. Okay, on that note…

DAMAGE CONTROL – MOVING ONTO THE DEFENCE OF THE SHOW

So, this is where I want to get into some stuff that I just…don’t agree with that I’ve seen being thrown at the show by shippers. And I’ll reiterate here that I’m truly not telling anybody what to feel. You can hate the show for its choices and feel how you feel. You can express yourself in your social media spaces, and if anybody doesn’t like it they can mute/block/unfollow. This chunk isn’t really aimed at you guys.

This is more for other people like me, because I’m cursed to be somebody that generally wants to just…enjoy things for what they are, while also being susceptible to the mood of others. I want to scroll tags and have a good time, rather than see negativity because it lowers my mood (this isn’t just ship related by the way, I really love this show overall…it’s just this tag that has been impacting my mood most this season). Regardless of the nonsense that might be in episode 7, and even if the finale scene is a repeat of S1, I’m still going to want to focus on enjoying what we get, enjoying the narrative being told etc. So, for those of you that have a little sinking feeling in your gut after the first half of this post, hopefully this second half will help.

This isn’t a ‘typical’ ship. This is a true ENEMIES ARE ENEMIES dynamic where the bad boy is ultimately going to be (is already) pure evil, and where our heroine is the embodiment of light. There are certain things that we just have to accept when it comes to loving this dynamic as part of the show – there will never be another season like season 1. Nor should there be?

Do I wish for s3 to have them in close proximity for at least a few episodes? Of course! Do I think it’s possible with or without finale spoilers? Absolutely (given how quickly characters travel from place to place on this show, they could end the season at opposite ends of Middle Earth and this would still be on the cards…). I’m also anticipating Season 4 as a good time for them to be in full MIND PALACE mode – where the rings are all ringing, but Galadriel hasn’t yet worked out how to shut him out yet. By season 5, there might just be one final scene before the final battle. But, again, I really do think there needs to be a little bit of acceptance of that. Or, at least, expectation of it.

Something I really want to push back against is this idea that Haladriel was baited or teased, but the writers don’t actually care for it. Honestly, that’s nonsense to me on a couple of levels.

First of all, almost EVERY dynamic this season has been reduced to a handful of scenes here and there. The most consistent relationships have probably been Annatar and Celebrimbor, and Durin+Durin+Disa (off the top of my head). Elrond and Durin (probably the other most popular dynamic of S1) have been apart all season, Elrond and Galadriel have too. Isildur popped up to say hello and we might not see him again.

When you actually stop and look at this season…Sauron and Galadriel had to be separated. She could not be anywhere near him while he’s working Celebrimbor, and there’s no world in which they were ever going to change that narrative. And yet, the Sauron and Galadriel dynamic has been consistent across the season. With Galadriel predominantly (and depending on how the finale goes, I may have thoughts on this), but it has also been easier with her because people have talked with her openly about Sauron. It’s been harder on his side, but the fact that Mirdania seems to have been cast to look like Galadriel honestly – right now – feels like it was done with the express purpose of giving Sauron a Galadriel reference.

Again, I’m not saying you have to like the lack of scenes, but it’s not bad writing to respect the overarching narrative of an ensemble show. Galadriel’s season has been all about him, and we’ve had countless insights to make that clear – building up to their final confrontation. If Sauron was running around mentioning Galadriel every five seconds with Celebrimbor or with the dwarves, it would be horrendously out of character.

This next comment is…somewhat dependent on the finale…but as somebody that loves Elendil and Miriel, everything in Numenor has been somewhat crammed in. I would firmly argue that the Galadriel/Sauron dynamic across this season has been treated with care and reverence, all building to a climax designed as the high point of the season. Will we be 100% satisfied? Who can say! But it IS what the season is building to.

I think this brings me around to a particular gripe I have, and maybe the people that believe this came to the show after S1 had fully aired or something…but there’s this idea floating around that the showrunners don’t like this dynamic and are just giving it crumbs to bait people into watching. This makes me want to scream.

These showrunners literally took a few lines about Galadriel being tempted by Sauron and PITCHED THE ENTIRE SHOW OFF OF THAT. The Tolkien estate wasn’t only pitched by Amazon BUT CHOSE THIS PITCH OVER ANYTHING ELSE. Season 1 was written pretty much like a prologue centred around GALADRIEL AND SAURON HAVING A PERSONAL CONNECTION WITH ROMANTIC UNDERTONES…and guess what?

They wrote all that…they filmed ALL THAT…before knowing anything about the audience reaction! That was ALL the showrunners, the writers, the directors, the actors. They ARE the narrative. They are not bait.

Does that mean the fundamentals of their dynamic will always please you, individually? No, of course not. Some people want outright romance, some people want soft Sauron, some people want Dark Galadriel. Will they kiss? I doubt it. Do I wish they would? Sure! Will they be separated again next season? Probably! Will I also wish that they could at least be stuck together for a run of episodes again? Absolutely!

But the idea that any of this is bait, or unimportant to the show drives me a little bit bonkers.

I guess my personal feeling of frustration comes from the fact that I feel so lucky they are exploring this show from the perspective of this dynamic, regardless of specific details/scenes. I’d bet my house (I don’t own a house) that every other pitch hinged on Elendil or Isildur as the protagonists of the show. Now, I love those dudes, but just IMAGINE? The fact that we’re on this path at all is still WILD to me.

ANYWAY, this is what happens when Paulina goes on holiday and I have nobody to ramble too. Sorry for the explosion, but I’ve been dreading the stupid kiss spoiler since I stumbled on it after EPISODE BLOODY 3 and so I needed to vent somewhere.

TL;DR: You are welcome to feel the way you feel, and if you hate everything you go right ahead, but maybe this makes sense to somebody. IDK. IDK.

[pascallatte]

Precious Gem

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Actress!reader

Summary: It’s Pedro’s day, so why not post something for your man

Date: April 2019

Warnings: none really.

Taglist: @benonlinear, @t-stark35, @heyitsme-2, @elleeeee21, @holmesstrange, @tagakalat, @flyestvenustrap, @oldermenaremyreligion, @cherryred444, @avengersheart, @guacala, @pukka-latte, @hobiismyhopeu, @lilvampirina

A/n: This is in honour of Pedro’s 48th birthday, which I wasn’t able to celebrate. So here is a very late sweet fic for our precious Pedro!!! also some snippets of their everyday shenanigans. Surprise surprise. I also didn't want to keep this for too long so here you are. Will still be posting on schedule, don't worry. Happy reading everyone!!!

Dedicating a photo or video for your loved one’s birthday isn’t new for you. And now that you were free to post whatever since your secret went out a year ago, nothing’s holding you back from letting the world know how much you appreciate your man.

Like your other posts, this one started with a photo. Something quite close to your heart because of the memories you made, along this trip, just after three years since you started dating. This is just you and him on your third trip to the Amalfi Coast, the place that started your story.

The photo was a two-part collage. Your camera was set on a timer on a tripod near the bed, as Pedro stood waiting near the door of the room’s balcony. You were wearing a matching set; a white dress for you and a button-up for him. Adjusting the settings a little, you quickly pulled Pedro to you. 

“Come on, it’s on a timer now,” you said quickly holding onto him as you both smile for the camera, he placed his hand on your lower back when you leaned your head on his chest. However, you stood in this position for far too long than expected, which made you tilt your head, eyebrow-raising as the both of you lean into the camera. And just as quickly, the camera flashed on your faces capturing your reactions. Your faces near the camera, confusion and a hint of annoyance in your expression, as you failed to take a proper on for the nth time. You looked funny if that would make the mood brighten up.

Staring at each other for a good minute, Pedro shakes his head as he pats your cheeks kissing your forehead— before going back to his original position near the balcony’s door. “Let’s just try again, hopefully, we can get this right. We’ve been at this for half an hour,” he said leaning on the door and watching your every move.

“Yeah well, I know you love it.”

Shrugging his shoulders, “Ha no I don’t, I love you though,” he said nonchalantly making you look at him. Chuckling softly, face warming a bit, “Smooth one Pedro, smooth one,” you said flattening your dress as you walk towards his waiting arms. 

Hugging him, you look up at him before pecking the tip of his nose, whispering a small “love you too.” Your smile was reciprocated just in time for the camera’s timer to end. Capturing a very candid photo of the two of you just looking at each other with the fondest looks on your faces.

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Now the video. The video is a goofy yet wholesome one. It was late at night when you decided to declutter some things from your vanity. And there in the deepest ends of your top drawer was an untouched box of fake lashes. So with both just not having anything to do, you decided to do what you normally do on this type of night… bother him.

It started with an “oof” coming from you as the phone face-planted to the carpet of your room. Setting it up, Pedro was seen sitting on the bed, being as patient as he can while he was laughing his ass off. A noticeable thing though was the lash already sticking to his left eye. 

Once the phone was steady, you turned back to your chuckling self, sitting in front of him as you glued up the next lash. Pedro placed his hands on your thighs as he laughed about having huge-ass caterpillars on his face.

“For some reason, I am loving your caterpillar things, it would make a good moustache don’t you think?” His laughs shook the bed making you hold unto his shoulder to steady him.

“Amor, just hold still for a second,” you said, trying to hold in your laughter as you slowly stick the other lash on him. Tilting his head up a bit to fix it, his hands moved from your thighs to your waist fisting the jacket you're wearing, to keep himself steady. 

He looks at you the best he can, “Will I look sexy, when you finish putting that on?” His genuine question made you burst out in laughter and you thank the gods that you’d finished putting the lashes on since you practically fell on him, hand placed on the juncture of his neck and shoulder. 

Calming yourself down a bit, you turned to look at him taking his jaws in your hands to make him look at you. “You’re already sexy, the lashes just added some oomph to you,” you joked before laughing again, this time falling on your back. He just stared at your laid out form on the bed, before saying that he wanted to see how he looks.

He takes the phone you’ve set up and focuses it on his face. “Damn,” he laughs,” don’t I look good, ducky.”

“These caterpillars do know how to make themselves known,” fluttering his eyelashes as he made kissy faces for the video. Your laughing in the background only heightened at his skit. 

“What?” He teased you, “ what’s so funny? I thought I was sexy?” Walking back to the bed, throwing himself on top of your form, which was now out of breath, hand holding your stomach to ease the pain caused by your intense laughter.

“I haven’t seen you wearing this though?”

Looking at him, still letting out small laughs, “It’s because I don’t wear it, it was given as a gift and yeah.”

“Yeah well, it’s mine now. Thank you very much,” making his iconic eyebrows raise look as he moved the camera closer to his face.

You just stayed silent watching as he blabbered on things bout how it wasn’t that heavy and how he doesn’t get why people would wear caterpillars on their eyes. Explaining it to him was not easy for a person as curious as Pedro, so you just told him it was for when you wanted to look more fashionable but it depended on the event.

“I see, well now that I’m fashionable. It’s time to-” He rests his head on your stomach as the video blacks out, giggling still heard.

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The post and the short caption that came with it is something that really made people, mostly those not-so-fans of yours, see how genuine your relationship is to him and not a fad like how some would describe it. This is sort of a slap on the bum to those who had doubted you guys in the first place, Something that made the longtime fans' strengthen their support and made the not-so's have second thoughts.

“Hello Pedro, shocking to see that it’s already been a year since we last did this, time really does fly when you’re having fun. You have been a very important person in my life for the past years now and I hope to give back every piece of the best memories you’ve given me so far. And to not make this too complicated, I just want to wish you the Happiest Birthday again, and that you achieve everything you want and need in the years to come. Read my surprise for the rest.😉

Once again, Happiest Birthday mi Pedrito, my precious gem and amor. Mi cielo te amo!! xxx”

[returnsandreturns]

matt and foggy in college: matt, a a good catholic boy who has not partaken in the decils lettuce, foggy, not a stoner by any means, but practiced, foggy gets matt high and he's a lightweight! hilarious! that is.... until matt gives in to his urge to kiss foggy right on the mouth and high sex is best sex for fumbling college students

i'm going to post this with whatever i can write with my laptop at 5% before it dies:

"What are you laughing at?" Foggy asks, ruffling Matt's hair and attempting to just live in this moment with Matt's face buried in his shoulder, one arm wrapped around Foggy so they're basically cuddling.

"I. . .don't actually know," Matt says, lifting his head to smile at him.

"You having fun, lightweight?" Foggy asks.

"Am I being stupid?" Matt asks.

"No," Foggy says, immediately. "You're being adorable."

"Adorable," Matt repeats, softly.

". . .or whatever word isn't a weird thing to say to your roommate," Foggy says, laughing nervously, starting to move and gasping when Matt clumsily moves so he's straddling his lap. His fingers clench on Foggy's shoulders and his face is pink and Foggy is also pretty high so his brain can't decide what's about to happen. Because Matt could be about to murder him. He's pretty annoying and he can't seem to stop hitting on him and this would be the perfect way to distract him before trying to strangle him and--

"I'm gonna do something stupid," Matt murmurs, determined, immediately taking Foggy's face in his hands instead and leaning down to kiss him.

"Holy shit," Foggy says.

"You want that, right?" Matt asks, eyes wide and pupils blown, outrageously pretty up close like this. "You keep telling me I'm hot and that's--I mean, I normally want to kiss people when I think they're hot. Does that make sense?"

". . .do you think I'm hot?" Foggy asks, before he can help himself.

"Foggy," Matt says, laughing again, waiting to catch his breath before he continues, "I think you're so hot."

"Jesus Christ, I should have peer pressured you into doing drugs with me ages ago," Foggy says, lifting up enough to tip Matt backwards so he falls onto his back with a soft oof. Foggy gets a flash of another loopy smile before Matt immediately reaches up to grab him and pull him down on top of him.

[goldlockets-and-redwine]

You're The Worst | Chapter 1

Pairing: Touya Todoroki x Reader

Word Count: 875 words

Summary: Paw's and Claw's has a fun staff. However, the nosy bad boy, Touya, loves to pick on you. What will happen when he notices the array of bruises hidden under your sweatshirts? Maybe he isn't so bad after all.

Author's Note: So, this fic idea has been in my mind for a while. I hope everyone likes it. This will be a multi-chapter fic as I don't have a ton of time to write. Oof. Please be patient with me. Also, I inserted my cat Thomas because it's almost been a year since he passed, and I think of him every day. I know. So self-indulgent.

TW: Domestic Violence (Not from Touya), Fem!Reader, Violence in general (There will be a fight, not in this chapter though.), drinking, smoking, cursing. Let me know if I missed anything!

“That looks like shit.”

Good god, I wish he would just shut up. This is the third time today he’s butted into my work.

“No, it looks great Touya. You’re just an ass with shit handwriting. Jealous much?” We looked over my work. The sign looked great honestly. I really outdid myself this time. In delicate script it read “Tom” adorned with little hearts around the name. I put up the sign on Tom’s’ kennel, a large grey and white cat sitting at the farthest possible corner of the kennel away from the door. “Do you have his bio?”

“Of course, what am I? Incompetent?” He made quick work of putting up his bio underneath the name card I made. He typed his up like normal. I gazed sadly at the big tom cat sitting in the cage. “Hey doll, he’ll get adopted. You always get too attached.”

I grimaced at the pet name. He always looks for a way under my skin. However, he took it upon himself to never call me by name. I need to come up with my own for him. Maybe he’ll leave me alone if I come up with something heinous.

“Some of us have hearts, jackass.” Wait, that one fits. Still not original enough. I glanced at him to see him already staring at me. If looks could kill. You would think working in a shelter there would be nice coworkers here. Everyone else was nice. Not this guy. His intimidating look didn’t help his case. Tattoos were everywhere but the one on his face gets the most frowns from potential adopters. The row of flames over his left brow. Wait is that… “Touya, did you redye your hair? You should do a better job of not getting that shit on your skin. You look insane.”

“Why you lookin’ at me so hard? Like what you see?” My face was already showing my irritation before, but now I could feel it twist in disgust.

“No. The hair dye stains are really not doing it for me.” I do a swift 180 degrees and make my way out of the cat room and into the lobby once more. “Hey Toga! Any new applications come in?” Her face lit up as she looked up at me. Her sharp canines stuck out as she smiled.

“(Y/N)! We had one come in for Mochi!” She was practically jumping out of her chair. “Dabi! Come and look at the place!” Touya leaned over the counter and looked down above the monitor as I walked around the desk. It was a beautiful house in suburbia with a huge fenced in back yard. “Mochi will love it, don’t ya think?”

“He’ll love it little vamp.” I said. My eyes hovered over the screen to notice the time. “You should head out. It’s 5:30! You know the boss won’t be happy about you staying over too much.”

Toga pouted, but I was right. Tomura gets so pressed when she stays over. It must be that big brother dynamic. She got up to gather her things for the evening and shut down the computer. “He’ll be fine, but I’ll tell him you guys said hi!” With that she gave me a big hug and skipped towards the door and out to the parking lot. Touya turned and stared at me as soon as he had locked the door. Without saying a word I got to work cleaning the lobby. Working with animals was messy and there was a mix of dog and cat hair being swept up. I heard Touya’s heavy boots moving towards the hallway leading to the dog kennels. I instantly relaxed and continued my chores, completely blocking out my thoughts.

-

“Doll,” My body was on autopilot as I put away the cleaning supplies. “Don’t ignore me doll. It’s time to bail.” I quickly finished putting things up and grabbed my bag. Both our footsteps synced as we made our way to the door. Touya held the door open. “Ladies first.” I could hear the cockiness in his voice. He wasn’t going to get a reaction out of me so late in the day. My car’s taillights blinked as I unlocked it. Today was a hot one. The evening sun was shining on me. I pushed up the sleeves to my sweater and was nearly to my car when I heard Touya’s deep voice closer to me than expected. “That’s a nasty bruise.”

The sweaters I wore for the last 6 months were to avoid these questions. It was no secret Kai, my boyfriend, wasn’t the best guy. His record was a mile long. No one would know he mistreated me, however. Kai made a good show of being a loving boyfriend while also being a piece of shit in every other aspect of his life. He won me over with gifts and treated me like a princess. He said I was his perfect girl. Do men treat perfect girls like this?

“Mind your business.”

Touya’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not a dumbass, (y/n).” With that he got in his black 5.0 mustang and pulled out of the parking lot leaving me standing next to my car.

[legacyshenanigans]

Oof not something I usually do, but had the sudden urge to do it, I dont do angst alot.

Breakup Aftermath💔

MC and Sebastian have been split for a few days, and Sebastian isn't handling it well, neither of them are.

He looked at her from across the hall, why did she look so fucking content? He thought to himself as he watched her speaking with the girls. He clenched his fists, a frown making its way onto his face before he had to look away. The last couple of days had been rough for him, he hated being without her, he hated that she was no longer his, he HATED the thought of her being with ANYONE else.

He stood harshly, making his way to one of the toilets. Once inside, he let out a deep breath, his hands shaking as he closed his eyes tightly, a pained expression on his face as he let out a sharp yell, kicking the wall next to him.

MC said goodbye to the girls as she needed to go to the library to grab some books, she wandered down a quiet corridor, before looking up and seeing Sebastian heading towards her on his way back from the bathroom, instantly feeling a mix of awkwardness and sadness, she was half tempted to just walk passed him, but when noticed his puffy, red eyes she felt she had to stop, they hadn't spoke since they broke up.

MC: Are..You alright?

Sebastian: Why'd you fucking care?

MC: Sebastian..Don't be like that.

He looked her up and down, a looked of upset and irritation on his face. He approached her a little closer, making her back up into a wall. She looked at him with an awkward expression.

Sebastian: Why do you look so happy?

MC: Huh?

Sebastian: You look happy, wandering around the place, like nothing happened.

MC couldn't help but frown slightly, she didn't want to get into an argument with him, but she wasn't going to let him think that she was just OK with their fresh break-up.

MC: Sebastian..I was REALLY upset when we broke up, still am, actually.

Sebastian: Pffft, you don't look it.

MC: Just because I'm acting normal, doesn't mean in not hurt, i'm good at hiding it.

Sebastian: *narrows his eye's*

MC: I still care about y-

Before she could finish her sentence, Sebastians' finger shot up to her mouth to quiet her, he frowned.

Sebastian: Dont. Fucking. Tell me that...Don't you DARE fucking say that.

MC: Its true!

Sebastian: Shhh!

The pair stood there for a moment, simply staring at eachother.

Sebastian: I've been miserable, MC.. Does that make you feel good?

MC: No.

Sebastian: I've CRIED..Do you like that?

MC: No! Sebastian, I don't! *gets upset*

Sebastian: *tears in his eyes again* Then why did you leave me?

MC: Sebastian, please. I told you why..

He stepped closer to her again, the pair now very close to each other. MC's breathing hitched slightly. She felt her heart pound in her chest. He leaned in, a tear rolling down his cheek. Speaking harshly but quietly through gritted teeth

Sebastian: I hate this..I HATE not being with you.

MC knew she was about to burst into tears, and pushed past him, quickly rushing off down the hall, her own tears now streaming down her face. Sebastian stood there. He didn't even turn to watch her, just stared at the wall where she was stood, closing his eye's again and dipping his head letting out another deep sigh.

~

[telleroftime]

Today's Bowser brainrot.

So, the kingdoms regularly come together and play games and sports right? (That's what I like to imagine the spin offs like Mario Kart and Mario Party are). Just imagine Bowser's partner showing up in the crowd at one of the events. Cheering him on while he plays soccer or tennis.

And imagine if it was before they were together and he was crushing massively on them. He looks out to see such a big smile and it's aimed at him. It makes his pride surge but also makes that crush much worse. He is in love.

I'm a sucker for that kind of stuff.

And then I also like to think about them playing with him. Like on his team. He's always casually keeping an eye on them so they don't get hurt but he does get too into the game and sometimes loses track of them.

I love the Bowser stuff you send me, I swear -

Just imagine before they're together, when they wave and cheer him on, Bowser looks away from like a game of tennis and does a small, awkward wave back which results in him being hit in the face with the tennis ball. The whole crowd does the whole collective "oof" as their all wince in Bowser's stead who has no idea what just happened.

Then imagine if his to-be partner is like a first-aider there and they hop on down to tend to him and they bring him into the on sight medical room.

Bowser can't think straight because this human had been cheering him on - out of all the other people playing the games, they chose to cheer for him - and now they're very gently cupping his face and putting ice against the bruise. And he's just like, "no thoughts, head empty."

And then when his to-be partner moves away he just subconsciously chases their hold. Like he'd lean his head into their touch, or he'd lean his body after their hand. And then when he catches himself he just has the goofiest smile on his snout.

And just imagine if his partner is good at the games themselves and Bowser only finds out when he sits out on a game, and they absolutely dominate the competition. Like, winning all the normal sports, or just coming first in all the kart races. He'd be awestruck.

If the two are on the same team, like you said Bowser would keep an eye on them and stuff. But imagine if to his surprise they work perfectly with him. Like, wordless coordination. Power couple energy. His partner can take care of themselves and they can adapt and he's surprised and completely in love with them.

And, and - you know Balloon Battle - just imagine Bowser being in a pickle and then his partner pops up out of nowhere, drifting and everything, and manages to get him out whilst popping some of the opposing team's balloons.

However, if his partner isn't good at sports, just imagine Bowser teaching them. Imagine his tail wagging as he gets to stand close to them, holding their hand in his as he shows them how to hold the racket, or showing them how the karts work. King duties who? Bowser has other priorities now.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

I really like the opening paragraph of Heavy Home. I don't see much about Toya's childhood beyond the todo fam so it's interesting to think how he must've appeared to others. He may not have been bullied necessarily but doesn't mean he was liked, and now he can't reveal anything about himself to keep his identity secret. He's been alone for a very long time

"The problem is that doing all of that hadn't made him less scared, less small, less fragile" 

Beating my fist on the ground. Yeah that's how it goes. Nothing entirely goes away, you just grow around it. Same way being with Shig doesn't solve his problems but it does give him someone to lean on

FUCK MUSCULAR🖕🖕🖕

That bit about the blanket not being heavy enough so true so real. I need a reverse princess and the pea situation where I'm the pea. But alas, lungs

Shig my guy there wasn't a middle step between a weighted blanket and cuddling?? Shoot your shot ig lmao

I'm such a sucker for dabi initiating their first kiss after shig says/does something sweet. He's so emotional it just feels right for his words to fail him sometimes, especially in this fic

Dabi trying to "prove his worth" during sex :(( baby boy 

Cockwarming overnight... cumming in his sleep... I'm drooling

Shig taking down muscular just like that!!! HOT!!! And toga + the league being gossips, love it

Dabi kissing the bandages got me in the heart

"He thinks he's not the only one who's been 'off-putting' and bad with people his whole life. But Tomura is good with him. Good to him. He's learning. Dabi has always been good at learning too." 

Crying that's them your honor. They're so similar in such important ways and it DESTROYS me. Thank you tanco and anon!!!

Thank you! I just can imagine someone as obsessive and intense as Toya was being just a normal guy in school, and oof, yeah he really is just carrying all that baggage with him.

Muscular is, as always, a fucking problem

And that was specifically requested by the commissioner!

Dabi and his constant overactive emotions and need to be seen as "enough" coming out strong again. But we do love some cockwarming 💕

They are figuring it out, and we love that for them!!!

Thanks for commenting!

[thedo0zyslider]

Apprehension - 1k Words

There's been some very noticeable.... tension on the Coral Isles for days. Martyn and Scott finally decide to break it.

One day, on a rather quiet (and unsettlingly so,) one for a death game, Martyn gets to make out with his siren teammate. Though he doesn't get to do much else, even if their friends and allies will joke about them doing much worse later on. (And if they had done anything more, his lips would've been sealed. You don't kiss and tell, after all.)

Martyn isn't suprised when it happens. He and Scott have been flirting for days, and making inappropriate jokes since their alliance started. He thinks Scott’s already joked to everyone about Martyn wanting to fuck him. (If he actually did want to fuck his teammate was no one's business but his, thank you very much.) The sexual tension was obvious, and it was bound to come to a head sooner or later.

He just wasn't expecting it to happen the way it did. Martyn had thought it'd be because of something big and exciting, not something so....domestic. But he certainly wasn’t complaining.

And, well, it's happens on quite the normal morning; when Martyn is rummaging in the chests for something. He can't remember what. Though whatever he was looking for hardly feels important after Scott walks in, and with what happens between them after.

He registers his teammate walking in, of course, hears his footsteps coming into their base. But Martyn pays it no mind initially. He thinks Scott is here to make food or something, not him. But Scott doesn't go over to the furnace, or the crafting table like his teammates expects him too. Instead, he finally makes a move.

"Hey pirate~" Scott says, leaning against the wall. Martyn glances over, an eyebrow already raised. It's not often that Scott leads the conversation with flirting. Not unless he wants something. And, depending on what he wants, Martyn may or may not be willing to give it.

"Whaddya want, siren?" He asks, taking a step closer. He feels like he needs to move closer for this conversation, like somethings drawing him in. And, for once, it's not Scott’s siren song he's worrying about drawing him closer. This is something special. Something different.

"Just wanted to see you." Scott smiles sweetly. Well, as sweet as one can with a mouth full oof razor sharp teeth. Other people wouldn't think it's sweet, or even cute, but Martyn does. He always has.

"Well, here I am." Martyn laughs, now standing right infront of Scott. Close enough to reach out and touch him, if he wanted too. Close enough to grab his hand and lean in further, maybe lean in all the way...

Maybe, Martyn let's himself bend forward a bit, his mind wandering. And maybe, while he's off fantasizing in la-la-land, Scott makes up his mind and decides to get this over with.

"Yeah.." Scott muttered, leaning in even closer. Martyn lets him, even when their noses are close enough to bump. He doesn't want Scott to pull away, not just yet. "Here you are."

Before he knows what's happening, he's kissing Scott, and Scott's kissing him back. Before he knows it, Martyn’s gone from being on Earth to being on cloud nine. And, frankly, he wouldn't have it any other way.

All that flirting had actually paid off after all.

It starts out as a hesitant, gentle thing, but it doesn't stay that way for long. Scott kisses him harder, running his hands through his teammates hair. Martyn matches his energy perfectly. He presses his Scott against the wall, enough for the wood to start digging into his friends back, and doesn't stop until he needs air again. Which is quite a long time, considering one of them can survive without air and the other is stupid good at holding his breath.

They break the kiss, panting. Scott’s arms go to wrap around his shoulders, hands unfortunately leaving Martyn’s hair. He wraps hi arms around Scott’s waist in return, keeping them close. The siren's face is flushed red and his eyes are shining. It's a nice look on him. Martyn places a teasing kiss on his neck for looking for beautiful. He wants to make Scott look like that again and again and again.

"Our neighbors could see us, ya know!" Scott mutters, a giggle escaping him. His hands move to cup Martyn's face gently. Lovingly, even, like he's some breakable sculpture. The (undeserving, his mind yells,) sweetness of it all makes Martyn wants to scream and tear his eyes out. It also makes him want to kiss Scott 'till neither of them can breathe anymore.

"Since when did you have any dignity?" Martyn snorted, rolling his eyes fondly. Scott had joked to TIES, like, a week ago, to not be suprised if they looked over and saw the two of them locking lips. And then Martyn had seconded him on that and proceed to not kiss his teammate stupid. Until now, of course. "Our whole house is open. They can see us anywhere we make out."

"True." Scott hums, as if considering his partners words. They both know he doesn't even need to consider them. Scott was extremely well aware of his lack of dignity. He often used it to his advantage in the flirting department, after all, much like he had a few minutes before.

"Unless you wanna do it in the secret cave?" Martyn mumbles, making his voice lower. He leans in further, too, to really sell the point.And if Scott blushes because of it, he'll be nice enough not to tease him about it. For now anyways. 

"A different time, maybe." Scott mumbles, placing a delicate peck on his cheek. The sly look on his face does not escape his teammate, and Martyn knows they'll be huddled together in the cave sooner rather than later. "I'm good right here."

"Good." Martyn says, and kisses him again. Scott kisses him back, Martyn thinks he's in heaven all over again. They kiss a little longer this time, Scott tangling his hands in Martyn’s hair once again. Martyn makes a sound at that, and bites Scott’s bottom lip. His partner melts under him at that, and the pirate feels a thrill of satisfaction because of it.

He presses Scott against the wall harder this time, and starts kissing him again almost as soon as they break apart. Scott let's him, humming happily as their lips meet for a third time that day. They meet several more times after that, with varying degrees of passion and intensity behind them. Martyn feels like he's in a different world every time. He wonders if Scott feels the same.

Eventually, they end up sitting on the floor, Scott curled in Martyn’s lap like a cat. He's very warm for a fish person, and his weight is comforting. Martyn can't help but draw him closer with one arm and never want to let go; to never want this moment to end.

"We should've done this sooner." Scott mumbled quietly, locking their fingers together. Martyn squeezes his partners hand, and gets a squeeze in return. The pirate smiles at that, and holds onto his siren even tighter.

"Tell me about it." He snorted, resting his chin ontop of Scott’s head. The siren hummed under him, content. Martyn has a feeling he won't be moving for at least twenty minutes. Maybe he'll even be stuck here for an hour, forced to cuddle and hold his beautiful, charming teammate.

He wouldn't have it any other way.

[the-kr8tor]

I would but I don't like the sound of it popping- LET ALONE AGAINST MY SKIN.. Daily Hobie HC! Crushcrushcrush by paramore. All I'm sayin- Hobie has had a pretty big crush on you for a while now, but he never figured how to approach you about it. Of course, he could act casual around you, but when it came to even the mere thought of feelings, everything stumbled. You were probably slightly worse, with the same crush on Hobie. You felt more prone to freezing up around him if his arm just accidentally brushes against your body in some way, or anything like that. He could notice how your eyes always seemed to follow him in a way, which gave him the small flicker of hope that perhaps, you did reciprocate. However, none of you have ever been anywhere close to confessing due to the constant, lingering question of what if there's no reciprocation on the other end. Hobie couldn't help but notice your features when his eyes drifted onto you. The way your hair fell to frame your face, or how your eyes sometimes shone whenever you saw something that you liked. Another thing you both were afraid of, was possibly ruining the friend group if you guys got together. You had them in mind, thinking the worst scenarios of how they'd react when they found out that Hobie and you were dating. You would dwell on it, but even the tiniest aspect of the thought of Hobie and you being romantically involved made your heart beat harder in your chest. The only time where the two of you have gotten anywhere close was in the comfort of nobody else but Hobie by your side. Sometimes on particular evenings, you guys would be more physically closer than usually how close you'd be with friends around. His hand tentatively rested against your waist, not wanting to ruin anything, while you laid your head on his collarbone, sitting there on the brick wall in silence, not wanting to be confrontational in any way. The nights where Hobie had been laying in bed with the memories of the evenings where you'd gotten pretty close, but he never wanted to disrespect you and kiss you without you being willing for it. Hobie hated the situation you both were in, so close to each other yet so far. He wanted to pull you close into him and say everything on his mind, to reassure your insecurities and say fuck you to anyone with a problem, but he never did out of respect. Every lingering touch, every caught gaze or prolonged eye contact felt like something out of a dream. It made your mind go hazy and your body heat up, stomach twisting into tight knots. On one particular evening, you had seen Hobie sitting at the usual spot on the brick wall. You quickly hoist yourself beside him, not even daring to meet his gaze. Hobie stares ahead, leaning back slightly as he feels your body press up against his. It felt like something illegal, due to how rare it happened and the circumstances. He settled his palm warmly against your side, keeping his touch light in case you wanted to push him away or you felt uncomfortable. You never did, but Hobie wanted to be sure. After some minutes of silence as usual, Hobie's face neared yours slightly, yet his eyes were glued onto whatever was at the front, still somewhat unsure and even shy. You lean in yourself, slowly, hesitantly. After what seemed like hours of shy moving in, your lips finally met his. One of Hobie's hands move from the edge to cup your face softly, his callouses brushing against your cheek. When Hobie and you finally pulled away, he chuckled briefly at the way you hid your face and pulled yourself closer into his body, turning to the normal position you would usually be. Leaning against him, head resting on his collarbone with his hands delicately placed on your waist. (If only it wasn't a dream. - Optional ending cus idk if i wanna be nice or mean so you choose.) -🐦‍⬛

Oof yeah that does sound scary when u put it that way! I had a classmate who literally cried whenever someone rubbed two balloons together

Daily Hobie HC ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Oohh paramore! I need to listen to that

GASP THIS IS SO CUTE!!!!! Reminds me of having a crush on someone in school 🤭🤭

WIXBIWNZQOSN2OW THEIR FIRST KISS?!! THE WORRY THE APPREHENSION BUT THE NEED TO KISS AND TELL YOUR FEELINGS WAS TOO STRONG!!!! AUGH THIS GOT ME LONGING FR

The way r hid their face on Hobie's shoulder 🥺😍 (they're just like me fr)

If i was in their friend grp I'd let them kiss so we can finally achieve world peace

I love how casual yet so loving this one was 🥹🥰🥰

BAHHAHAHAHA broo I'd be so mad if u actually added that in!!! So mean to me 🐦‍⬛ 😔

[sillystappen]

CW: murder (but no major character death) and ofc graphic-ish depictions of violence that comes with this kind of AU - which of course is murder husbands because I just want them to be a tiny bit feral, as a treat. They're both a bit weird, but that's what makes them work. This is a bit pre-husbands-y but also they're kinda bf-y and I think it will be like a first part so to speak because mother of god this will end up so long if I actually continue with this.

The first time Daniel sees the true extent of Max's anger is obviously after Baku, 2018. It's not a fun day for either of them and both of them are beyond angry. Max has tried to apologise but A. Max is shit at apologies and B. Daniel could not give a fuck what Max had to say. Daniel assumes he would need an hour or two to calm down but he doesn't, the anger lingers like a foul smell.

He makes his way out of Red Bull when he spies Max leaving too, clearly pissed off with his shoulders hunched and eyebrows drawn. Daniel follows Max out of Red Bull's facilities with the intent of arguing it out with him to get it out of both of their systems.

However, he ends up in some type of bar, not the scene for two somewhat famous F1 drivers to start yelling at each other. It's a hole in the wall type of place but still pretty busy all things considered. Max has already struck up conversation with someone so Daniel finds a corner where he's out of the way and waits, watching people come and go with his gaze flicking back to Max every so often. He catches as Max start to flirt with the person, a man, in front of him - he leans his head on his palm, giggling at the guy and running his fingers over his arm. Daniel glares, something in him screaming that Max is his, but Daniel doesn't act on it. Even in his rage-fuelled, semi-irrational state he knows that that is not a normal thought to have.

Eventually, Max whispers something to the guy, raising his eyebrows and talking the guy's hand, walking out with him.

Daniel follows.

In the lights of the street, Daniel notices how the man Max is taking looks similar to him: tanned skin, curly hair, tattoos. It makes something inside him seethe. Max tugs the guy into an empty alleyway, back into the darkness where nobody could clearly see them. Daniel lingers in the light, not wanting to watch Max make out with a man who looks like himself. He hears a harsh 'oof' sound as a body hits the wall but doesn't hear any moans or wet kissing sounds. All it is only the odd sound of clothes against the brick or shoes against concrete. Then, a sharp sudden gasp, a splutter and Max's voice calling out, "Daniel."

Fuck. Max knows. Daniel doesn't move, can't even bring himself to twitch his fingers. He stares at the streetlight on the other side of the road, hoping to find something - an escape, an answer - in it's yellowy glare.

Daniel hears a thud and Max quietly saying "shhh, don't move yet, then, once again, the almost kind, insultingly gentle call of, "Daniel."

He shakes himself into action, noting how Max doesn't sound upset at the knowledge and Daniel is still at least a bit angry at Max for the race, at the guy who was with Max, and at himself for being caught.

Stepping around the corner and into the shadows, Daniel sees the man from earlier on his hands and knees, struggling to keep himself from lying flat on the concrete, because Max is pressing his foot down into the centre of his back to hold him in place. Max isn't looking at Daniel; he's smiling down at the man over his folded arms.

He doesn't look up. Instead, Max steps off the man and yanks him back up onto his knees by the back of his collar. The man whimpers when his collar digs into the bruises around his neck.

"Daniel, come here and meet our new friend," Max says, calm and collected.

Daniel shuffles forward, as if on autopilot. He ends up crouching in front of the man, really looking at him. Up close, there's some easily noticeable differences between them. This guy is thinner, rounder face and definitely more battered up than he is, bruises and scrapes littering his skin

Shit, did Max do that? He reaches out to touch the dark purple marks which gets him a hiss as the man tries to jerk away. But Daniel doesn't let him, gripping his shoulder as his fingers run across the skin of his neck and face.

"Pretty, no?" Max asks, watching Daniel with an expression he could call fond.

Yeah, in a way, it is pretty. The red of the blood dances with the purple of the bruises and contrast nicely with the white shirt the guy has on.

"Think of him as an apology gift. I was gonna have this one all to myself but you tailed me all the way here all red-faced and angry. I figured you needed him more than me."

Daniel snaps his gaze to Max, "you want me to...?"

"Take you anger out on him, kill him if you want. You will find it's quite satisfying."

"I-" don't know how is the first thing that springs to mind, which sends a little shock down his spine.

Max slinks down next to Daniel, still keeping a vice-grip on the man's collar. "Don't think about it so much. Like how you didn't when you let me leave with this guy instead of you. Like how you didn't when you braked late."

Daniel's fist collides with the mans face. Hard. "You were weaving in the straight, asshole."

He snaps his gaze to Max, who is offering nothing other than a close-lipped smile. His fist opens and closes, feeling such a power going from his hand up his arm and worming its way into his chest. It's the same surge he feels behind the wheel when he pulls off and overtake. It's shocking, overwhelming, a pure rush. He wants more.

But he can't kill him. This is another person, a living breathing innocent human being. Who is he to cut their life short?

"I can't do this, Max. I can't kill this guy..." Daniel feels disappointed, which is, again, not normal in this situation. However, Daniel feels like Max could not give any fucks about normal, so why should he?

Max is unphased, like he predicted this eventuality. "Oh don't worry, I will do that. Don't push yourself too hard, this is only supposed to help." He smiles at Daniel, "Do you want me to take over or would you like to try something else?"

Daniel takes a moment to try and understand Max's kindness, twisted as it may be. He's trying to apologise, and find a way for Daniel to get out his anger in a way that won't hurt either of them. It's... appreciated and at least he won't have Michael yelling at him for punching another hole in the wall.

He then considers Max's question. Killing the man is out of the question but... "what do you mean by something else?"

"Well, you can continue to punch him, which is classic don't get me wrong, or you can do what I did earlier and," Max guides Daniel's hands to around the man's neck, "just imagine its a stress ball and squeeze if that helps. You will feel if he starts to slip away and at that point I will finish it."

Daniel presses his fingers in and meets resistance, but pushes against it. It's not as easy as the movies make it seem which really just ticks him off, and Max has decided to prod at his rage with mentions of the race earlier and how the team treated him.

"Imagine it's me, who got away with a slap on the wrist, or Christian who didn't even listen to you. What a bunch of cunts, right?"

"Max if you don't shut the fuck up I will do this to you." Daniel grits out as the human squishy below him starts to writhe, losing oxygen and trying fleetingly to get out.

"You can't. That's why we're here. You stalked me after I tried to resolve this the... acceptable way. You are as twisted as me," Max says as if it's something romantic, running a gentle hand up and down Daniel's back.

The fight in the man starts to drain and Max shuffles around to behind him, snaking his hands around the man's head, "his time is up Daniel."

"I want..." Daniel snaps then he hesitates but Max trying to find the words, "I want to feel."

Max smiles at him like he's proud and thinks Daniel is just so so lovely, and it sends warmth through Daniel's chest. Not even a second later, he snaps the man's neck.

And Daniel's feels everything beneath his hands, the last remaining bit of sturdiness and firmness of life disappearing under his fingertips, the sharp motion of Max's movements and the snap of bone. These sensations of death only serve to make Daniel feel more alive but also brings about a wave of calm and finality. It's over.

Max moves away and sits against the wall, head knocking back against the brick as he sighs contentedly. "You know I would never hurt you, right? Just in case you were thinking it. These people mean nothing to me."

"I wasn't thinking it," Daniel says as he gets up to sit next to Max, collapsing against the wall as the tension he carried since the race eases out of him, "But holy shit Max, what have we done?"

"Killed a guy. Together. If you decide it's too much I won't say a word, even if you report me."

Daniel is touched by the sentiment but doesn't give an answer. Instead he drops his head onto Max's shoulder. "Y'know I really just wanted to find you and scream at you today. I don't feel like that anymore," Daniel admits.

"That was the point," Max replies, "It helps to know you have power over something when you normally feel so powerless - that's why I started doing it, why I still do it. Sure, it helps with anger, and frustration but..."

Daniel hums, not offering a response as Max trails off and starts to rub small circles into his thigh with his thumb. Eventually, Max pulls out his phone and types off a quick message with one hand. He presses a kiss into Daniel's hair before getting up. "We should go now."

Daniel gets up himself and looks down at the body, "what about him?"

"It will be dealt with, don't worry. None of this will be connected to either of us. How do you think I have gotten away with it for so long?"

Daniel doesn't ask how long, nor who else knows, he only reaches out to hold Max's hand. "Thank you."

They leave the alleyway and go back to the hotel, where Daniel invites Max back to his room. Max agrees, and they end up cuddling on the bed, Daniel in Max's arms. To anyone else, they may have felt threatened, but Daniel feels safe, and seen.

This brought them together, and if all of that ends up with Daniel here, calm and content with Max, who has started to run his fingers through Daniel's hair, then it's worth it.

This will probably happen again.

[the-gayest-show]

Through the Looking Back Glass Thoughts/Analysis

I LOVED this episode. It was very endearing and honestly heartwarming (near the end that is) and overall one of my top episodes in the series!

First off, Sofia leaning on Cedric for help with homework is so fucking CUTE. Their dynamic makes me jump up for joy, and Sofia really trusts HIM to get the job done 🥺 Even when Cordelia appears and offers to help, Sofia is still adamant to only have Cedric do it 🥺🥺🥺🥺

It's a small detail, but I think Cedric's pose changes slightly when his sister is around? Like, he's got that hunch back pose that he had in earlier seasons when she's there, it's crazy. There's probably more screenshots I could gather on this but yeah.

The song that comes up in this scene.... mmmm art. Here's me ranting about it.

I think the saddest part of the episode is really seeing Cedric and Cordelia's past dynamic because I genuinely loved it? Like. When they hugged here it was so heartwarming. The nicknames (Cordy, Ceddy) were so cute as well, I guess when they don't use the nicknames in the beginning it's to show the deterioration of their relationship over time, and somewhere in the end of this episode, Cedric starts using the nickname Cordy again which really cements the mending of the relationship. (I did get taken off guard when Cordelia called him Ceddy in the flashback bc I've always associated it with Calista. Maybe Cordelia said it around Calista and she picked it up? IDK)

Cedric is also shown to be really good at magic here. Bro did a spell that was apparently "too advanced" or something? And let's not even begin to discuss the lore implication for WANDLESS MAGIC. BRO TRIED TO REVERSE A SPELL WITH HIS BARE HANDS. THIS MAKES ALREADY INTERESTING STF LORE MUCH MORE INTERESTING.

I find it so interesting that the incident (despite having no known cause at the time) was quite literally blamed on Cedric almost immediately and everyone went with it? Like Cordelia shouts "he ruined it" and no one questions this??? Not even Cedric fending for himself worked? Whoever said in a Tumblr post that this implies that Cedric was treated like some kind of bungler/looked down upon even before this is probably right. Because why else is it just normal for everyone to jump to this conclusion? His parents don't do SHIT about it, and I'm assuming that Goodwyn holds this grudge too (if eps like Mystic Meadows mean anything). Why are they holding onto this for so long? Literally I get holding a bit of resentment but everyone makes mistakes....

Idk this went off, but basically, oof living in your father's shadow was hard AF especially with one mistake people reference in your presence.

Despite this event happening over 30 years ago, it's still somehow the ONE thing people defined him for for years. This episode really further contextualizes his motivations for wanting to become king before season 4. Imagine being rejected from society for YEARS, being belittled and made fun of, people tearing you apart for a mistake you made when you were 9-10 YEARS OLD, it's crazy. 100% that took a toll on him, something you can see in this episode and literally most episodes. It's just really sad.

I'm glad that Sofia and Calista were able to help the both of them realize that it wasn't actually Cedric's fault (something Cordelia should've realized years ago, but seeing the event happen as it did was more a confirmation for Cedric than anything). Cordelia and Cedric forgiving each other was a bit too fast considering everything but I'm glad their relationship is mending.

Credit where credit is due, she sticks up for him after this and lets Cedric do his thing and lets him help Sofia without any ifs and buts, it's sweet.

Personally, I feel that Cedric and Cordelia probably still have a semi-strained relationship after this ep (your sister being the reason you were made fun of for years, and that reason wasn't even valid to begin with defo is not smth you can recover fast from in a 22 min episode)

Also, it's not hard to believe the circumstances wouldn't have changed if the incident were truly Cedric's fault, but Cordelia needed a wakeup call I guess, that works.

Want to mention King Roland for a second because dude. Why is your first reaction to blame Cedric (again), instead of the 2 other magic users in the room (ESPECIALLY THE CHILD. Look I'm a Calista fan thru and thru but logically the blame would be shifted there to an extent??)

King Roland I thought we were over with this since Day of the Sorcerers?? What happened to being NICER to Cedric and maybe NOT blaming him for every little thing? Idk that kinda pissed me off. The fact that Cordelia was the only thing stopping Roland from interrogating the guy... THIS BEHAVIOUR IS WHY CEDRIC TRIED TO TAKE OVER YOUR KINGDOM!!! ROLAND THE 2ND YOU IDIOT!!!

In conclusion, love me a character focused episode that develops a backstory as well as a slight resolution. 1000/10 would re-experience this again.

[asteria7fics]

Could you share some EWILY Cartman headcanons with the class? 👀

HAPPILY!! ( • ̀ω•́ )✧

My usual housekeeping: There WILL be spoilers for EWILY through chapter 11. If you haven’t caught up yet, then go read that first! (It’s a lot I’m so sorry)

Also, I’m going to include a few NSFW headcanons here… because I want to. They will be clearly marked though!

Without further ado, some of my Cartman headcanons!

Alright, first and foremost let’s get some of the basics out of the way. When I set out to write EWILY, I had a really specific image of what I wanted Eric to be like. He was actually the first character design I started drafting… while waiting at the hospital for my niece to be born ahaha.

Like, he had to be a bit of a neckbeard, Discord Mod loser. I’m sorry, I simply cannot imagine teenage dirtbag Eric being any other way.

So obviously I've posted the actual illustrations of all the boys, but Eric's appearance was one I was actually pretty nervous about. I don't see a ton of depictions of him having the longest hair, or being a bit scruffy looking in general. Though I agree that he probably does actually have decent hygiene habits typically, he's... Going through it in EWILY.

I also couldn’t imagine him being popular, because despite him honestly being pretty charismatic he’s still a despicable asshole and everyone in town is so used to his bullshit by this point that they’ve all but given up any hope that he’ll ever improve as a human being. His charms have become obvious manipulation by the time EWILY begins.

There is an actual story behind why the main 5 are no longer cool with him (for the most part), as is briefly referenced in chapter 7 before all hell broke loose, but that’s a story for another day.

Unfortunately, I also felt that Eric had to be smart. Is he taking all the same classes as Kyle just to fucking harass him? A little bit, though he would say it’s to ‘keep an eye on that conniving Jew’, but I think it’s pretty clear that he is actually a pretty smart and creative kid, he just doesn’t typically apply himself. Without friends to get into trouble with though, what else is he supposed to do?

I should also probably address the… antisemitism. I mean, it’s literally canon, as is him being a racist piece of shit, among other things. Look, I think there’s a time and a place to sanitize Eric’s character at least a little bit, but doing too much loses a quintessential piece of what makes him tick. I’m not gonna go into what makes people embrace bigotry, but suffice to say I personally believe a lot of his comes from ignorance and fear, especially the latter as he gets older.

On the flip side of that, I thought it would be super funny to give Eric a major fetish for Asian women! Partially inspired by my own love of k-pop, and partially from some comments Trey has made about his own… preferences, at least ones he had when he was younger. I actually pull a lot of inspiration for all of the boys from Those Bastards, despite my better judgement. It does have the nice effect of making them feel more real, though!

It also gave me the opportunity to make a very funny joke about his favorite member of a particular k-pop girl group, who has been majorly blasted online for wearing a shirt with a swastika on it… look, I saw my opportunity and I took it. The kids who got it, got it lmao.

I suppose this is a good opportunity to transition into some NSFW headcanons. This is your warning! I’ll mark the end of the NSFW stuff so you can skip it if you’d prefer!

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Despite being pretty outwardly homophobic towards his friends, Eric is not straight lmao. He sure wants to THINK he is, but he’s bisexual at LEAST with a slightly stronger leaning towards women.

Initially, Eric is very confident that he needs to be the dominant one in the relationship. He would prefer women that seem submissive (hence the super racist Asian fetish, oof king just cannot be normal) and can be pretty easily manipulated, which is! Objectively gross! Bad Eric!!

Being one of the most sexual kids in the show (yes I do have a mental ranking), my brother is fucking nasty. Definitely was the one that got Stan mildly addicted to porn for a hot minute there (a headcanon I never explore but definitely need to), has a massive and extensive collection of pornography on his computer, on top of frequenting OnlyFans.

Eventually though, when he finally gets to actually feel the touch of another human being he gets over that need to be on top, literally and metaphorically. He relinquishes control VERY slowly, but eventually with a LOT of trust lets his partner have more power in the bedroom.

Also, his gf eventually definitely pegs him. Try and tell me I’m wrong. Do they get even nastier? Absolutely, but I’ll leave the rest up to your imagination. (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

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ANYWAY! Back to the normal stuff. (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

Speaking of his girlfriend, I know it's not popular but I adore loverboy Eric. The idea of him fighting so hard to be a good person just to maintain an important relationship is *chef's kiss*

Now I won't formally diagnose Eric with anything, but he definitely has some... Antisocial tendencies. We see him visit a therapist a couple of times in canon, and I think he would keep that up until about the time his friends ditch him. Entering his social recluse era oof. He definitely stops seeing the point in improving himself when people are going to abandon him anyway.

So of course, he's still not a very good partner. I would get into his relationship with Yen more but, like with all the relationships in EWILY it's... Complicated.

Alright, I’m gonna do some quick-fire headcanons to get the rest of my thoughts out ahaha

Is the shortest of the main 5 - yes, even shorter than Kenny, but only by a couple of inches. This wasn’t always the case though, and was actually the tallest when they were kids. (TSOB era)

He and Butters have the smallest wieners. RIP sorry loser it’s canon.

Never really got over his little crush on Wendy. Funny how he’s still into girls with dark hair… (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

Desperately wants another cat, but Liane has really only put her foot down about this one thing after what happened to Mr. Kitty. Sorry, I had to remind you.

Definitely still packs heat, but doesn’t get away with bringing it to school.

Hardcore schemer still and does all kinds of questionable shit to make money. You know, instead of just getting a normal job.

Wears those super long cargo shorts year-round. Claims he ‘doesn’t feel cold’ but definitely does.

Met Yen in a random Discord server, one he became pretty popular in. Still has lots of online friends that only really know the persona he puts on for them.

Man, what else is there...

I suppose this is a good place to drop some of the other things I've put together for him! You can look at his Pinterest board here, and his Spotify playlist here!

Okay, I seriously need to stop you guys, but I could talk about Cartman all day. Literally my son oh my god he’s so silly!!! I hope this was a sufficient answer for you, dear anon! I’m always happy to share my thoughts and feelings about these dudes!!

Thank you for the ask!! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

[hongcherry]

I saw your post and i thought of smth like one of the members (in my head it's seungkwan but tbh it can be wonwoo) approaches y/n and dino, who at that point have been a long term couple, to ask for advice on getting more intimate with their partner of a couple of months. Y/n & dino suggest role playing and they list some examples which takes them to a tangent of which ones were their favorites which almost goes out of hand until member clears their throat which puts the blushing couple back to reality. Then y/n does a risky move and questions why member even likes the person, which angers said member until they go on a long loving rant, to which y/n just goes ayt mate chill i don't actually have beef w u i just wanted u to realize the PASSION u have which was really just the secret to y/n and chan's loving relationship bc duh who is lee chan if not passionate. And anw said member thanks them and leaves the two alone to get steamy (how much u wanna write is up to u wink wink)

It can even be a two POV thing like u write about chan x reader and another fic for the wonwoo x reader after his convo w the couple, to satisfy your urge to write :> or u could also NOT do it if it doesn't float your boat hehe just thought I'd put it out there :> anw if ever i get out of writer's block and u decide not to do it i might give it a shot (but at this point it is a very big shot in the dark if im even gonna find the inspiration to write it with still having pending WIPs lol)

Anw just came by to drop some crumbs here thank u for ur time i hope you're having a lovely day :>

different roles, same heart || l.c

💗 Pairing: Dino/Chan x Reader (afab)

💗 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Fluff (no smut but rated M for the context); Established relationship

💗 Warnings: Mentions of roleplaying and past roleplays

💗 Word Count: 1.1k

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“Roleplaying?” Seungkwan repeats, eyeing you and Chan with a mix of disbelief and puzzlement.

“Yeah,” Chan nods. “You give each other a role, or character, to be and act out a scenario.”

“I know what it is,” Seungkwan huffs and waves his hand in the air as if to dismiss Chan’s words.

“Why do you seem confused then?” you wonder.

“I just didn’t expect that answer,” Seungkwan replies.

You shrug, leaning into Chan as you both sit on the couch. Seungkwan watches you both from the adjacent seat.

“I mean, you can try toys or different positions, or kinks, but we just found roleplaying to be the most exciting,” Chan explains.

“How so?” Seungkwan asks.

“Well, you can embody roles that normally might be inappropriate in real life, but have a thrilling repute.”

“Like a teacher and a student,” you chime in.

Chan smiles and glances at you. “That was fun, wasn’t it?”

You nod, recalling the time Chan punished you for being a disobedient student.

“Or that one time I was a police officer and you were an inmate,” you continue.

“You looked so sexy with half your uniform on,” Chan murmurs, getting lost in the memory.

“The handcuffs definitely added to it too,” you giggle.

“I liked you in the maid outfit as well. All bent ov—”

Seungkwan clears his throat to stop him.

“I get it,” he says, face slightly red from hearing your stories. “But, isn’t it a little embarrassing to play pretend?”

“It’s only embarrassing if both partners don’t commit to their roles,” you say.

“It did feel a little strange at first, but you get into it really quickly,” Chan reassures.

Seungkwan sounds unsure when he says, “I don’t know.”

You purse your lips in thought and move away from Chan.

“Why do you want to get more intimate with your partner? Why do you like them that much to care?” you ask.

Seungkwan’s silent for a moment, but it seems like it’s not for him to consider the reason. It’s more to calm his nerves before he can get too annoyed.

“How could you even ask that?” Seungkwan scoffs, offended. “We may not have been together as long as you guys, but that doesn’t mean what we have isn’t strong. You act as if you know us better than we know each other. They’ve treated me better than any partner I’ve had before and I can see how much they care about me. And I care about them just as much—maybe even more!”

You chuckle softly. “I never doubted how much you liked them.”

“Then why did you ask those questions?” he frowns.

“Because I wanted you to see it’s the passion that drives the relationship,” you explain sincerely. “It’s not about how sexual you are or the duration of the relationship. It’s about the passion you have for each other.”

You glance at Chan when he’s silent only to find him staring at you with a big smile. You can tell from his eyes how much he loves you. Your heart floods with comforting warmth.

Before you get too lost in Chan, you turn to Seungkwan again.

“Even the most vanilla sex can still be thrilling if there’s passion between people,” you expand.

“I suppose that’s true,” Seungkwan says slowly, digesting your words.

“However, there’s still nothing wrong with wanting to spice things up in the bedroom. Just make sure it’s for the right reason,” you smile.

Seungkwan returns the grin, nodding. “Right.”

Chan leans toward you, wrapping an arm around your waist and giving your temple a loving kiss. It’s as if your words reminded him how much he’s devoted to you.

“Well, I better head out,” Seungkwan says and stands from his seat to make his way to the door.

You and Chan follow suit.

“We hope we helped you,” Chan says, arm around your waist.

“I’m sorry if I made you mad earlier,” you apologize quickly.

Seungkwan waves his hand again, smiling. “I just got ahead of myself. I understand your intention now.”

Chan holds the door open for Seungkwan, watching as his friend stands in the doorway.

“Thank you both,” Seungkwan says.

“Anytime, Kwanie,” you grin.

“And good luck,” Chan winks.

Seungkwan rolls his eyes playfully and gives you both a wave before leaving.

Chan shuts the door, then looks at you.

“What?” you ask, unsure why he’s staring at you quietly.

“You know, when we were recalling our past roleplays,” he begins and grabs your waist to pull you closer. “I kept thinking of new ones.”

“Oh, yeah?” you smile, arms wrapping around his shoulders. Chan’s eyes dart down to your lips briefly.

“I’m thinking you’re one of my tenants, but you haven’t been able to pay the bill for two months,” Chan says.

You listen attentively, heart already beginning to race with the idea.

“So, you’re my landlord?” you ask.

He nods. “And I come by to get the overdue bills, but you still don’t have the money.”

You smile, understanding where he’s going with his scenario.

“You wanna do that now?” you question.

Sometimes, you’ll set a date to act out your roleplays—giving you enough time to get any materials needed or to prepare to be in a certain mindset. However, this one doesn’t appear to need much planning.

Chan shrugs. “I’m okay with that. Are you?”

“I’m more than okay.”

Chan grins and squeezes your hips. You lean in to kiss him, but he keeps you at arm's length.

“You can save that for later,” he says.

You pout but oblige.

“I’m going to get changed then step out for a while,” he explains.

“How long will you be?” you wonder, eager to get started.

Chan chuckles at your restlessness and moves away from you.

“I think it’d be more exciting if I didn’t tell you,” he replies and moves to the bedroom.

Although you try to follow him, he shuts the door on you and locks it.

“Hey!” you whine and wiggle the doorknob. “Channie!”

“Can’t spoil what I’ll wear. Go to the living room and don’t leave until you hear the front door close,” he instructs.

“You know landlords don’t dress fancy, right?” you huff. You can see the appeal in not knowing what he’ll look like but don’t like the idea of waiting any longer.

“It doesn’t matter. If you see me now, it might affect the scene.”

“Fine, I’m going,” you grumble.

“I’ll see you soon, baby,” he calls out sweetly.

“Yeah, okay,” you say as you leave, mouth in a frown.

You know you’re being an impatient baby, but how can you not be when your boyfriend just proposed a sexy new idea and plans to fuck you senseless? 

A/N: There will be a aprt two 🫡

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neck kisses! I'll let you choose the ship this time :3

[Prompt list here! After much consideration, this one will be Akiraha. <3 Takes place at the end of 5.3.]

Akira was terrified.

What if it didn't work? What if, when she woke him, he knew nothing of their time on the First, the events that brought them together? What if he didn't even know her, different as she looked from the first time they'd met? She clutched the crystal to her chest, forcing herself to remember Lyna's tearful vow that the whole Crystarium would be praying for his safe journey. If prayer and faith could give rise to primals, surely they could also ensure this would work. She told herself this over and over as she climbed the stairs, her grip so tight it hurt, one hand on the crystal holding G'raha's soul, the other running her thumb over the surface of the Azem crystal in her pocket, as if to soothe herself with its presence. She didn't know if it's magic could do anything like this, but if the soul transfer crystal didn't work she would try anything.

She wasn't entirely sure where the younger G'raha would have bedded down when he decided to stay in the tower. She certainly didn't remember anywhere looking particularly comfortable for a magical slumber. She decided to start at the throne room and go from there. When she entered and saw the bright red hair and the curled up form on the over large throne, she froze at the entrance, as if she just stayed there, it would spare her from hurt. But, of course, that was ridiculous, and she slowly began her approach.

It was as if he had been kept in stasis during his slumber, not looking a day older than she'd left him. She wasn't entirely sure what to do, but Krile had placed the other crystals next to their respective scions and the soul transference seemed automatic. With shaking hands, she placed the crystal on the throne next to him and waited.

And waited.

It seemed like forever, or maybe it was only moments, when the crystal finally did something. It glowed, like an aetheryte being attuned to, a cloud of glittering motes floating between the crystal and the slumbering miqo'te. She held her breath as she jumped up, moving closer as she fought back the fearful tears and the thoughts of it's not going to work it's not going to work. After what felt like an eternity, ruby eyes blinked open, and at least one anxiety was eased.

"What do you remember?" Her voice was shaky, barely above a whisper, as she tried to hold her panic together. If he didn't remember she would just have to tell him everything, the whole story, she would tell him however many times she needed-

But he took her chin in his hands and pulled her close, pressing his lips softly against hers.

"I remember everything," he replied, barely parting from her, and her relief was so that she clambered up onto the throne with him, clinging to his hair as she kissed him with the enthusiasm of a drowning woman finally breathing air again. He pushed her against the throne's back, lips falling to her neck as he ran his tongue over the scales there, teeth lightly grazing-

"Oof," his weight disappeared and Akira blinked her eyes open to see he'd fallen over on his side, his face bright red in embarrassment.

"I think you might need to rest a few days," Akira couldn't help her chuckle; as much of a shame as the interruption was she was just delighted that he was here to even have the chance at recovering. "It's been some time since you shut yourself in here."

"I suppose..." she almost laughed again at his disappointed expression, planting a quick kiss on his forehead before helping him down, letting him lean heavily on her when she noticed how his legs shook under his own weight.

"Don't worry, I'll be right here to pick up where we left off when you feel better," she held him close, his weight nothing compared to the greatsword she normally carried, and he leaned his head on her shoulder, ears giving a happy little flick as his tail wrapped around hers. "Dog's at the gate, he'll get us back to the Rising Stones, and we'll have Krile check you over."

She teleported them together to the bottom, thinking G'raha might not want to climb down all those stairs. Probably a good idea, considering by the time they'd reached her lilac chocobo he was leaning heavily on her, and she was pretty sure she wasn't imagining his hands shaking. She lifted him onto the bird, Dog crouching down to make it easier, then climbed in front, pulling G'raha's arms around her to make sure he was still seated as she urged her chocobo towards Revenant's Toll.