#Is like... Telling a person drowning that they should just swim ? So i just kinda nod and say 'sure' and dont really get engaged in that bc

[kelin-is-writing]

Some of you… Guys… who lack empathy and overall emotional intelligence, kinda love to run your mouth waaaaaay too much and end up saying things that make 0 sense. This fandom is also waaaaay too comfortable with victim blaming Rei and Touya for everything that has happened to the Todorokis while Endeavor gets away with it, for no reason at all at that.

“OhHh BuT hE fElLs SoRrY fOr EvErYtHiNg He DiD”

I’m going to be completely honest with you all: I don’t give a flying fuck that he’s now swimming in his sorrows. He better be drowning in them actually. Because there’s a consequence to everything we do. ALWAYS. Besides, if he was going to feel ohh so sorry about what he did to his family, then he simply shouldn’t have done none of it to begin with.

He can’t go on fill his child like a balloon the way he did and then expect said balloon to not explode after he had blew way too much air into it. That’s egotistical.

You also can’t buy your wife (who was still a minor at the time), have her pop out kids like she’s some kind of kids machine for your greedy needs and even force two of them on her before you go ahead and start physically and mentally abusing her, then expect for there to not be any repercussions on your family’s relationships.

Blaming a kid who got his whole life and being manipulated and then gaslighted by his own father, who remembered he indeed had an eldest son only when it was too late, and a woman who was sold to a greedy, egotistical, egocentric, narcissistic and selfish man when she was a kid who had one option worse than the other (We all know that the Himuras ain’t any more sane than Endeavor) is so weird guys, please.

Touya was treated like a human weapon by his own father, who as soon as he saw no more use in him and his quirk just casted the kid aside (which was before Natsuo was even conceived btw). So where’s the favoritism in this? Where? Because I can’t see it anywhere, no matter how hard I look for it. And why is that? Because there’s none. So you lot can stop being delusional about this topic, ‘cause it doesn’t stand up not even if you force it. You can’t erase the manipulation (into making him think he could become the #1 Hero, surpass All Might for his father and be the strongest) and then the gaslighting (telling him he can’t do any of that anymore since his quirk won’t permit it, telling Touya he should give up on his dream because it will never happen after Endeavor ingrained all that into his mind) just like that, then call all of this favoritism. Do you all even know what favoritism is? Or you just find out words on the Internet, ignore completely their meaning, and run with them blindly? Because I am bewildered by how some of you guys be coming on here to just say anything… Touya got failed by his parents and his siblings, because he was ignored and neglected by his siblings as much as he was by his parents (Shoto excluded because Endeavor was busy grooming him this time around) but none of you guys even call them out on Touya going through all of that alone, for some reason, while being okay with what Natsuo and Fuyumi told him as soon as they got into the battlefield. Like they ain’t bad siblings too and Endeavor wasn’t the reason they all lost each others as a family, literally do not piss me off I beg. I’m firmly convinced some of you guys pick and choose who you defend in the Todofam, but like… Everything you guys say makes no sense? It just shows me that some of you lack, as I said at the very beginning of the post, empathy and emotional intelligence. Which is sad.

You all can say “We’ve all gone through hard times alone” as much as you want, but that is not normal at all, towards any time of relationship but especially towards family. It’s not healthy and it can hurt a person a lot, making them close in themselves and when it starts to hurt from the inside the moment you stop getting all of the pent up stress inside it’s no good at all. And for the record, Touya (or just anyone) venting or opening himself to Natsuo about what he’s going through it’s not trauma dumping. It’s never trauma dumping if you genuinely care for someone (clarifying this before any of you emotional ignorant peoples come at me about this 🫠). So Natsuo and Fuyumi being in all of this too shouldn’t be used as an excuse for pushing their brother’s concerns and feelings under the rug, families are supposed to go through these type of situations as a family if they want to keep living happily as such, but they remembered this after one of them died and their youngest sibling was being still raised as a fighting machine by their abusive father. So, mind you, but they all (except Shoto) owe Touya some big ass apologies written down on a letter with tears if I gotta be honest.

As for Rei; she became a mother young, went through a lot all alone because mind you Mr. Husband was waaaaay too busy trying to groom their son into a Hero machine that could beat someone he is incapable of beating (Because a nullity will always be a nullity after all, even when becoming a #1 after the former #1 retirement, if they insist on projecting ofc) to help and guide his young and inexperienced wife through a wedding like theirs. How was she supposed to not lose her mind after being sold, neglected, beaten up, verbally abused, forced to pop out kids like a gachapon, seeing her fourteen years old son lose himself into the void because of his father and then he dies too, without never getting love nor affection from his father (the one he looked up to) the way a kid wants, needs and is supposed to get which is something I’m 100% sure led her to depression. You all diminish too much the grief a mother feels when she loses her kids. There’s much a mother, a human, can handle; and for Rei it got to a point where every trace of Endeavor disgusted her so much her whole body rejected his entire existence leading her to a mental breakdown. One that was due to come earlier if we think about it, but she was strong enough for her remaining kids until she couldn’t do it anymore. What she did to Shoto is wrong, I know and I acknowledge, but she’s a traumatized person who sees her abuser everywhere she goes because, unfortunately, it’s the person she was forced to marry. She apologized to Shoto right away, because she was still mature and sane enough to recognize her mistake right when it happened.

But Endeavor’s ego is so big that it took him his eldest son nearly blowing everyone up and becoming a walking torch before he finally apologized to the whole family for his wrong doings of 10 years prior. Which is crazy to me.

So I’m gonna need you all to stop erase Endeavor’s wrongdoings and try to gaslight the whole fandom into blaming Rei and Touya for the mistakes of someone else, because they’re the biggest victims in all of this shit.

That being said, hope y’all get well soon 🫶🏻💜

[that-wildwolf]

how does fanon get Shakarian wrong? 👀👀

*inhales*

I'm gonna start off by saying that I'm a turianfucker too and turians are hot and I get the thirst I get y'all

BUT

too many people are attracted to turians and want a turian romance so badly that they ignore Garrus's entire character for the sake of getting a turian romance and just basically strip him down to nothing but his species. People who are into turians and have a primal kink or something (which while I don't particularly have, I'm a monsterfucker too so I can kinda relate) are also projecting too much of that kink onto turians and Garrus specifically because Garrus is just unlucky enough to be the romance option.

People write a generic alien/human relationship while ignoring most of what the Shakarian dynamic looks like in canon because... Well I actually don't know why. But the amount of turian/human fics, and yes, Shakarian too, that include some kind of "turians are a bit feral or actually aggressive/possessive" take is terrifying. Have we played the same games? Turians are literally described over and over as uptight having a stick in their ass sticklers for the rules. Garrus is an awkward nerd who doesn't know how to flirt with his girlfriend. Even when he goes renegade he does it in the most rule-obedient way possible. He's a mess and he relies on Shepard a bit too much especially in the first two games. This man is NOT the growly dominant alien character insert you want him to be I'm sorry. Turians have 15,000 more years of civilisation than humans. They are not going to be feral creatures just because they have sharper teeth. The human would be the primitive uncivilised alien in a turian/human relationship if you need someone to fill that role (also, why would you?).

Not to mention Shepard being treated as a self-insert which is. well it is a lot more forgivable in my eyes, but even as an RPG PC, Shepard still has a lot of distinct character. I think this is the first time since playing The Walking Dead that I've seen a player character with such a strong personality despite the genre forcing her to be different things.

To be fair I think a lot of the problems with fanon characterization of not only Shakarian but pretty much everyone who gets commonly mischaracterized (look at the woobification of Tali) could be fixed by regularly checking back in with the source material instead of, which I understand and can also be guilty of sometimes, immersing yourself in more and more layers of fanfic until you can't tell apart the fanon Shakarian from the canon Shakarian.

Dishonourable mentions (things that aren't common bad fandom practice but bother me personally): sub Shepard and actually worse yet dom Garrus, any AU where Garrus is a human (like??? lmao. his entire personality and conflict is driven by him being a turian, that is so central to his character that I can't imagine why you would take that away and think that's the same person), Shakarian retiring to the beach (Garrus said tropical. He didn't say beach. He hates swimming he would drown save him)

Also obviously this should go without saying, but there are TONS of great fanfics about Shakarian out there. This is just a list of what people get wrong that I wrote in like ten minutes on my phone sitting on the floor in my kitchen. It's not some magic truth scroll of fandom transgressions. Also obviously everyone is free to interpret fictional characters however they want even if it's different from the source material. Sometimes ignoring canon is better, trust me. Do whatever you want and don't let me spoil your fandom experience for you.

But yeah

TL;DR: I think that Shakarian and Garrus in particular suffers a lot from Garrus being the only turian romance in the games.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ARI *slams palm on table* i WOULD LIKE TO KNOW. YOUR JJK CHASE ATLANTIC THOUGHTS PLEASE. (i agree very geto very gojo very megs)

SEL. take a seat we’re gonna be here for a while. here r some snacks for u while u read <33 🍦🥪🥤

but okokokok so these are my general assignments!!!!! pls let me know what u think…

gojo; heaven and back, ozone, obsessive, vibes

geto; swim, triggered, hold your breath, moonlight

megumi; roxanne, august

FIRST OFFFF heaven and back…… obvious gojo pick. sue me but it rly is so Him. so pretty and angelic and high and mighty………. but also kinda melancholic?? the way he flirts w godhood…. yeah. the chorus makes me think of him so bad sel. and the instrumental in general.. hhhh…. T_T

and then!! ozone!!! star and space symbolism aside…. its just so pretty and soft n hypnotic. and the lyrics GOD the lyrics sel…. the angst of it all. the same person that i need is the one i’m running from // i don't know why……….. oh, no, you don't understand // i neglected you again (explodes) 

as for obsessive and vibes….. no pun intended but both of these just have gojo vibes to me. Extreme gojo vibes. they feel so warm and nice 🥺☹️ n make me smile sm!! i can see the edits in my head 

BUT ALSOO the lyrics in vibes……….

oh, she says i’m out of her league // i don't think so // i’m not ready to leave, but i should go

and i’m ready if you're ready to go // just say the word, just say the word // please say the word

let this feeling slide // and girl, i’m yours tonight 

HEAVY on the last one im a big advocate of satoru ”im yours” gojo <33

(also sel…. i just finished reading col 2 and im gonna write a whole bible for it BUT for some reason these lyrics just make me think of col!reader and gojo…… idk why exactly its just such a lovely song and it makes me think of like. gojo being w someone hes comfy with!!!! after hes started letting his guard down more…. can i imply that it’s alright to let me in? // just give me time PSJFJD THEY MAKE ME INSANEEE)

but okok gojo aside. cracks knuckles….. Sugu Time

ive assigned him angsty songs but also some that r very soft bc to me he just has that contrast yknow…. teen sugu is the softest boy in the world to me but obv breakdown sugu is angsty and cult leader geto is just Twisted. and i love them all!!!!

swim…… its just. mesmerizing and pretty but also just a lil twisted to me… i feel like it can work for a lot of different versions of sugu. you picked a dance with the devil and you lucked out……… world is on my shoulders // keep your body open……. i’m exorcising demons, got ’em running ’round the block now???? its HIM.

AND AND….. triggered. this one is mostly just the overall vibe and the way it sounds but like… idk. i can just SEE the edits in my head yknow……. geto during his deterioration…. the moment he just snaps. and then his acceptance afterwards…. patience is a virtue // and i’m all out of time right now…….. tell me u see the vision

angsty songs aside i had to give him smth soft because soft sugu is real to me. so we have hold your breath…. obv emphasis on teen sugu here but i just think he loves so gently…. hold your breath // we’ll be just fine….. the smoke’s building in my lungs // well, goddamn, i’ve gotta have you…….. 😔😔😔

and finally the biggest sugu song of them all imo!!!! (and also my fave :3) is moonlight. i just adore it soo much its so lovely…. and above all else sugu is so unbelievably mooncoded to me. which is weird bc canonically hes suncoded. but hes also such a moon character……. and the ocean!! any kind of mention of drowning/waves/etc just makes my brain go ”suguru” 

the lyrics are just. so so SO sugu like;

we’re diving through the bottom of the ocean // swimming through a bottle of emotions, girl

you’re hanging for a good time // something that'll make you stay

caught up in your own small world // well, i might wanna see it then // call it hesitation, girl

we’re running in the moonlight // could you show me the way again?

and then FINALLY we have gumi ….. to me hes just such a softie. so both these songs are soft and a little sad bc hes also a sad boy.

roxanne is sooo pretty and the lyrics make me think of him!! in particular college!gumi (ur influence)……. i don't ever wanna let you down // no, i just wanna kiss your lips in the rain // you know i’ll pull you closer if you start to drown…… hes cute.

as for august gumi is just SUCH an autumn boy. so ofc i had to give it to him. but its also just a pretty song for a very pretty boy!! the vibes are very Him :��3 and some of the lyrics too… you said you wanted to ride away from everything // keep pedaling, we're on our way out // i never said we should try to be anything…. yeah.

OK IM DONE 😭😭 as u can see jjk x chase atlantic is a concept im extremely normal abt. BUT SEL PLSPLSPLS……. lemme know ur own thoughts 🎤🎤🎤 recs 🎤🎤🎤🎤 anything 🎤🎤🎤🎤🎤

[sujnn]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 :: han sujin.

in between drowning in the water of his summons / and a curse of being born under leo skies * ,, HAN SUJIN came to all around broken seashells && a promise to break all that he touches .

STATS / ANOMALY / BIOGRAPHY / PLOTS + TRACKER hi ^^b this is luo's typist bringing up another muse to the dash! his intro is under the read more, so please feel free to look through it! i apologize for how lengthy his profile is but i really love his concept and i hope everyone will too >< please like this post if you'd like to plot, and i will work my magic by reaching out!

did you hear the latest scoop ? we’ve got a new student joining us ! a little birdie told me that they’re called han sujin, but they kinda remind me of park wonbin — don’t ‘cha think ? you’re probably thinkin’ they’re just another 23 year old in their third year of marine biology (bachelors), but wait ‘till you hear about their water bending ! nifty, huh ? especially ‘cause i heard they’re the house pulgasari’s new yang member ! they’re pretty soft spoken on nullivi, but you should watch out for their competitiveness just in case ! anyway — if you wanna check them out, i heard they’re staying at the blue hall. oops ! you didn’t hear that one from me !  ༊*·˚ ( sen, 24, description of self harm/eating disorders)

⊹˚. born n raised in busan, south korea ! han sujin is a silly little waterbender with a need to be liked at all cost. ⊹˚. and i mean it ! bro will spiral if one (1) person tells him they don't like him. ⊹˚. what do you mean you don't like me ? what did i do ? are you mad at me ? is it because i have a higher grade in that one class we have in common ?

⊹˚. naturally, he loves to swim. please, he's literally like a little fish in the water. it's canon that he sneaks inside the pool after hours (he got on the good side of a staff member and managed to snatch a double of the keys!) ⊹˚. it's also canon that he practices his water bending there. ⊹˚. oh ! speaking of ! his water bending style is very similar to the one from avatar the last airbender . . . meaning that he is heavily influences by martial arts, more specifically taekwondo, since he has been taking classes ever since he was a little kid !

⊹˚. he comes from a very supportive family: a father with the profession of fisherman, and the reason behind his anomaly ! after getting lost at sea and nearly dying, he was rescued by a little clan of water benders and was offered their utmost blessing. ⊹˚. a year later, little sujin is born with a handful of sand in his left hand and the rest is history (the history being: chaotic teenage years as he attempts to keep his anomaly under control ! )

⊹˚. because he was born with such promise, the need to be the best is engraved in his mind. he must be the best swimmer, the best fighter, the best student, and the best bender. no matter the cost.

⊹˚. such a mindset naturally gets him in a great deal of trouble: he skips meals often, pulls endless all nighters, and is a little too good at neglecting his overall mental health. but he's fine ! he's so fine ! he's totally fine, you got nothing to worry about !

⊹˚. he is a marine biology major ! he loves all things marine related, naturally, and would love to work with marine animals in the future. he also dabbles a little bit in engineering, and enjoys making silly little gadgets here and there in his free time.

⊹˚. he lives in blue hall: 3A and is roommate with a certain mermaid boy he may or may not be crushing on. but he doesn't have time for that, btw ! he's super busy with more important stuff such as ! well ! other things ! whatever, let's move on . . . !

⊹˚. he is house pulgasari's newest yang member, and he has a lot to show for ! you should totally reach out if you're curious about That. . .

i have a lot more that i want to add to his character, so please expect upcoming lore drop posts and plot calls on the dash !

[bigbadripley]

Chapter 11 - Cherry Waves

Marc Spector&Co. x Ex!F!OC, F!OC x Modern!Miguel O'Hara

Summery: Everything changed after Marc and Simone moved to New York. Being in a relationship with the Fist of Khonshu proved to be difficult enough without the added obstacles of normal relationships being forced into the mix. With seemingly irreconcilable differences overhead, fate’s plans continue to drive the pair back into each other’s lives, testing their patience, self-control, and new relationships. Is it truly written in the stars, or is it old habits taking over?

18+!! | Third-person omniscient | Dark elements | AU/AT |   Warnings: Language, OC with religious trauma, childhood trauma, sexual trauma. Effects of trauma in adulthood. Graphic smut, a little bit of violence, everyone's kinda mean! in this chapter, sorta frustrating unresolved issues

Words: 2.8K (A bit shorter this time, you’ll find out why)

A/N: I update warnings with each chapter. Only proceed if you can handle the themes included in the warnings.

Minors DNI, DL;DR, if I miss a warning, please let me know.

Chapter List

"The waves suck you in and you drown If like, you should sink down beneath I'll swim down, would you?" -"Cherry Waves" by Deftones

Considering how Miguel had just confessed to not only being half-spider but also being the vigilante that Simone knew in passing, her reaction could have been much, much worse. In fact, he couldn't think of a better way for this to have turned out. It was indeed a favorable turn of events.

At first, Miggy couldn't tell what was on her mind when she nearly knocked him flat on his ass, kissing him with the kind of ferocity that made him wonder why he had waited so long to say something. As she broke for air, he figured he would ask the question that seemed to have an obvious answer. 

"So you're not mad?" 

"Not at all." She said with a chuckle between her heavy panting before returning to his lips. Miguel moved his feet forward without skipping a beat, backing Simone into the single bedroom that only contained his bed. He hardly spent much time in his apartment, so decorating was never necessary. 

"Wait," Simone said before she made it much further. She didn't want to stop, but she had her rules. Miggy stared at her like she was the most interesting person to walk the Earth, waiting for her to speak. "Protection?" She asked plainly. Miguel didn't have to think too long, and he sighed before he spoke.

"Shit, no. Haven't really had women over since moving in." 

He watched as her nose scrunched at this, being a significant inconvenience, but no further argument was made when she told him to grab his spare glasses. After that, he retracted the suit and followed her out of his building, where she hailed a cab, which she didn't often do, from what he knew. The short ride to her apartment was quiet, but her grip on his hand reassured him that she wasn't entirely unhappy with him.

The real shock occurred the second they got into her place, where

Miguel didn't get a chance to say a word before she dropped to her knees, making her intentions clear as a cloudless sky. 

Simone obviously had a lot of questions, but the relief of his secret not being anything worse, and on top of that, his swift honesty, did something to her. She briefly wondered what that said about her mentally but brushed it off as she watched Miggy's eyes roll back while she ran her tongue slowly and torturously over the underside of his cock. 

The sensation of her tastebuds along the bulging vein made his hips jerk involuntarily, the wall behind him being the only solace to keep him steady. Her wet lips wrapped around his girth beautifully as she looked up, seeking a reaction as she took him deeper into her mouth. 

"Oh my god," Miggy groaned under his breath, calling out to a deity he didn't believe. "Fuck."

His words pleased Simone, causing her to hum softly as she tediously bobbed and brushed his head against her throat. The vibrations sent his hand into her hair, needing to hold onto something. She wanted to take her time and make this last as long as possible, even if the pace caused a slight ache in her jaw. 

What followed was another steady movement of her lips all the way back to his head before she pulled his length back into her mouth, nearly swallowing his tip with a gag. The sensation caused another raspy expletive to fall from his teeth. Simone had control. 

She pulled away from him again, leaving a thick sheen of saliva around his shaft and her lips.

"More?" She asked coyly, putting on her best devious grin. 

"Just a little more, cariño. Feels so good." He answered. In response, Simone swirled her tongue around the head like he was made of candy, teasingly. It felt fine, but Miggy wanted more. 

The hand tangled into her hair was met by his other hand as she finally took him into her throat again, making her eyes water as she choked. It set off something animalistic in him, causing his hips to push forward and his hands to hold her face where it was. More spit bubbled from the corners of her lips as she coughed and tried to breathe from her nose. 

After a few seconds, Miguel pulled Simone's head away, allowing her to catch her breath. Her eyes were red and glazed, her chin was slick, and she looked just as gorgeous as before. 

He wasn't sure if he was taking it too far, but when the corners of her slack mouth upturned a little, he couldn't hold himself back. His hips began rocking into her face, fucking her throat repeatedly as her nails dug into his thighs. Each bounce off of her esophagus made her ache with need.

The way Simone looked down on her knees with tears streaming down her face and spit glistening around her mouth, struggling to breathe around his cock and allowing herself to be used in this manner, made Miguel want to explode right then and there.

"Fuck," Miggy growled again before he released her hair and pulled himself back once more. As amazing as it felt, he was getting too close too fast. His eyes darted from Simone to her bedroom door, giving her as good of a sign as any to stand and scurry that way. Her jeans were gone before he even made it through the door himself.

"How do you want me?" Simone asked as she pulled her top off and let it drop to the floor, stopping near the bedside table. Without responding with words, Miguel grabbed her by her hips and bent her over the bed. After retrieving a condom from the drawer beside him, he took a moment to palm over her bare ass and leaned forward to place kisses along her spine and shoulder blades, working her up as he slid the rubber on. Once secured and without warning, he roughly thrust into her.

Simone cried loudly, finally getting what she wanted as her hands balled to grip her sheets, her knees becoming wobbly as he pounded into her. 

"You take me so fucking well," Miguel said as he gripped her hips and picked up the pace. His compliment alone sent alarm bells to her core. 

"So, I g-guess you missed me too mu-uch." She called back weakly to the exchange she had shared with him twice. One would argue that this was the wrong time for jokes, but Miggy found it fucking hot.

"You said to come and find you, so I did." He responded with a bit of amusement without letting up. He kept rutting into her and bringing her closer to her high but stopped suddenly with a loud knock at her door. 

"Please don't stop. Maybe they'll go away." Simone pleaded, and he obliged. Within seconds of starting again, the knocks grew louder. 

"Are you expecting anyone?" Miguel asked. She let out a disappointed groan that was slightly muffled by the mattress,

"I'm not. Nobody should be here at eight at night!" 

Miguel quickly realized that out of the two of them, he was more likely to make it to the door looking decent before the visitor punched it off its hinges. 

"You get cleaned up. I'll get it." He told her, referring to the slowly drying droll on her chin and cheeks. She nodded and scrambled to her bathroom while he zipped up his pants, trying his best to conceal his painful erection, and slipped his replacement glasses on.

The knocking persisted until Miguel opened the door to find none other than Mr. Knight, Simone's ex, waiting with a white-gloved hand still in the air. His previous mood was killed as he felt his anger bubble up, but he had to remind himself that this guy's previous altercation was with the S-Man, not Miguel. 

"Who the hell are you supposed to be?" Miggy asked with a snicker, taking a dig at the bright-white Clorox bleach mascot before him. 

"Me? Who the hell are you? Where's Moni?" Mr. Knight questioned, tilting his head to peak into the apartment behind him. Marc knew who this guy was, or at least had seen him before, but didn't expect him to be here or answering her door. He imagined his face was turning red under his mask.

"Don't know a Moni," Miguel said as he attempted to close the door but was met with a foot in a white dress shoe stopping it.

"You're in her apartment." The man in white said matter-of-factly. Miguel gathered that Moni was just a nickname and felt a smidge more rage build at his use of it. "Are you with them?" The man asked. 

"I don't have a clue what you're talking about, guy. You need to leave." Miggy retorted but was subsequently pushed out of the way of the opening as Mr. Knight barged into the apartment, calling out for Moni. Miguel placed a heavy hand on his shoulder. "That wasn't very wise."

Marc turned and tilted his head at the man with glasses but turned back around when he heard Moni exit her room at the sound of the commotion.

"You gotta go," She said, extending her hand at her still-open door. She looked disheveled, and her jeans were undone as if she put them on with haste. It was suddenly more difficult for Marc to breathe, his heart rate growing faster with the wave of jealousy that came with knowing far too well what she was doing before he showed up. 

Simone would have been more pleased to see anyone else right now, and Marc was offended by this fact that he could see clearly on her face. He came to tell her something important, and she didn't care to even hear him out as she repeated the same sentence with different wording. "You need to leave now, seriously." 

"Someone's running around wearing your face. A nearly perfect identical clone, only she was slightly fuckin' nicer when I spoke to her." Marc snapped quickly. Moni stared at him momentarily, trying to register what he had just said and find a clever comeback, but her mind was too stuck on the clone thing. 

"What do you mean clone?" She questioned. 

"Clearly, this guy isn't playing with a full deck, Simone." Miguel butted in, joining her side. Marc had had enough. 

"You know what? I just came to warn you. I won't take any further action. You can let Spider-dweeb or Horns handle this one." He said spitefully as he turned around, exiting the apartment without another word. Though Simone would never admit it out loud, she felt a sting from the tone he took with her. She believed him about the clone. He had no reason to lie about that.

Miguel turned his back to her again and spoke quietly, bringing out his suit before she could look in his direction. 

"I guess we'll continue here when I find this imposter." He said, pulling his glasses off and sitting them on her coffee table.

"Be careful. I mean it." Simone responded, suddenly remembering what it's like to be in a relationship with someone who purposely puts themselves in harm's way. Miggy pulled her into him and planted a wanting kiss on her still-swollen lips. 

"I'll be fine." He told her. She had heard that so many times before that it almost made her want to pout. She watched as he exited out her window, swinging off into the night.

What Marc said before he left replayed in her mind and gnawed at her. This impersonator went straight to him? Why? 

They're the shittiest imitation ever if they think I would be anywhere near that Mission. She thought to herself, nervously running her finger pads over the scars on her forearms. Who would wanna be me, anyway?

More questions arose in her mind as the rest of what he said echoed. 

What did he mean by her being nicer? Did he sleep with her? She asked herself, nearly failing to breathe when the image popped into her head. Fuck, why do I care?

The last point that Marc made brought another idea to mind, making her pull out her phone to text the Horns he mentioned to keep an ear out for someone on the streets that might sound like her, explaining briefly that someone is pretending to be her.

As Marc walked back to the Mission, fully intent on not getting involved with finding fake-Moni, Steven came out to give him the third degree. 

"You have to help! Isn't that your job?" The English one insisted. Marc quickly took back over,

"You saw that, right? I'm not helping." He said, not wanting an argument but realizing he was stepping into one when Jake clapped back this time.

"But this is someone threatenin' Simone's life and reputation, pal. We gotta do somethin'!"

"I did do something. I told her to have the other two scrubs handle it." 

To Marc's surprise, he saw those exact two scrubs he was talking about up ahead, convening on the sidewalk, not seeming to have any urgency to look for the clone. He knew what he said and meant it, but that was when he thought she would get some real help. "What're you two doing standing around? I'm sure you've heard by now." He called out, getting their attention. 

"What exactly do you suggest we do? New York's a big place." Horns responded as Mr. Knight joined their small search party. 

"Do either of you know where that guy Moni's seeing lives?" Mr. Knight asked. Miguel was lost as to where the context of the question came from and cocked his head,

"Why would you need to know that? Planning to smother the guy in his sleep?" 

"No, webhead, that might be her next target. She found me pretty damn quick, so she's likely heading there or there, waiting for him already." Mr. Knight corrected. Though Miggy didn't want this clown to know where he lived, he knew he was probably right. He would just have to eat it and take them there without tipping them off. 

"I think I have an idea. Simone often goes to this building, so it might be his."

And she thinks I'm stalking her? Marc thought to himself as they followed the blue and red know-it-all.

Simone sank deeper into the couch, trying to watch "Twister" to keep her mind off the situation she was involuntarily in. 

Of course, more of Mr. Knight's chaos had to come to my door and ruin my date. She thought, clinching her already sore jaw. The breeze easily cut through her open window and into her front room like a knife, but she left it open still in hopes of her hero's return. 

She was close to dozing off on the couch when she heard movement on her fire escape, and something dropped onto her floor. 

"You're finally back to finish what we started?" She began to speak seductively as she stood but was stopped by a mirror of herself in different clothes. She looked amused. 

"That's a hell of a way to tell me to go fuck myself." The false Simone laughed. She looked exactly like her, down to the placement of the scars. 

"Why are you doing this? And what did you want with Mr. Knight?" Simone asked, to which the clone shrugged.

"You're pretty and have connections with almost every sucker on my radar. You're the perfect solution to getting close to them. As far as the man in white, I hear he's pretty morally ambiguous. Figured I could be... persuasive." She explained, licking her lips at the last word. Simone wanted to dry-heave but still had queries. 

"So you want my friends and patients dead?" 

"I want them so dead." The doppelganger replied with excitement in her voice. Simone weighed the odds of how she would fair fighting herself and decided she had as good of a shot as any.

"You're gonna have to be really fuckin' convincing, bitch."

With that, the fake lunged at the original, not expecting the real Simone to be able to put up much of a fight. She underestimated her. Kicking, punching, dodging, nearly evenly matched until the fake got a bit of distance. 

Furious, Simone went for her again, but she had pulled something from a bag she left on the windowsill. A thick spray hit Simone in her face, filling her nose with the smell of chemicals. Her previous fit of drowsiness came back for revenge. 

"It's okay, hun. They won't feel a thing." Was the last thing she heard as her head hit the ground and her eyes shut. 

[shawnjacksonsbs]

Boss shit (?)

Probably not how you're thinking though,

or maybe . . . 7-1-23

“You can control two things: your work ethic and your attitude about anything.” – Ali Krieger

Why not make them align?

Is it really that difficult to do? Mix in some honesty, and integrity, and just watch as avenues pave their own way for you to stroll down.

July already. Crazy. Just crazy .

Sometimes, most times, being a boss means doing boss shit, like coming home with headlights on. And after a day where you give it everything you've got, there’s barely enough energy to get home. (Where more work generally is impatiently exorbitant waiting up for you. Lol)

Still, coming home with headlights is a far cry better than working to headlights. Lol

Been there, done that!

And just so we're clear, boss shit doesn't really mean being an asshole or micromanaging.

I mean the hardwork, the long hours, the tough days. . .just exhausted at days end, kinda boss shit.

And it's cool to have a crew that we can trust to work hard and do quality work. Yesterday was 2 jobs started and finished by 2 crews. (Me as a solo, and then our other crew)

Oddly enough, both of them were up north of the river, too.

And then, back up at 6am on Saturday. That's also a little better . . .First alarm going off at 5:55 instead of 3:55. Was nice. Ahhh, the days we get to sleep in are the best. Lol

I get to be awake and alive. Also, nice. It's very nice.

Ya know, most of my hard work, and determination isn't just from being a boss now.

It's been me for at least the last 10 years, since I own me now, my destiny, and my light.

I don't even know what life looks like without me living this way.

Seriously.

Although, if we keep up at this rate, it won't be long before I'll only be project managing and overseeing. Still not going to micromanage, but I do feel sorry for some of our future guys trying to live up to my standard of quality. Lol no lol

Wisdom.

I used to think age wisdom was more important than experience wisdom. Now, I'm not so sure.

Age wisdom should ferry a little respect I suppose, but it really is the experiences of our lives that we pull from. So, although, age generally generates more experiences to pull from, it doesn't always.

A young person that's adventurous and travels a lot could have way more wisdom than the 80 year old in the small Midwest town who never left the state. Just sayin'.

Now give me a 70 or 80-year-old that was a traveler and an adventurer, and I'll pick selections from their storied history any day of the week versus either of the other ones.

I was going to write about trading famous skylines, and for as much as I miss the Pacific Northwest, I'm glad I'm back in KC to start my business venture and to start back the rest of my days.

Everything happened the way it's supposed to, right?!

For me, it's still hard at times to think, I'm the guy I’m writing about, because he's also still the guy who listens to Nutshell by Alice in Chains and feels it in the core of my soul. Lol no lol

My final quote isn't really just a quote either. It's more . . .quotes of a scene from the movie Gattaca. Which is a really good movie, but aside from the general description and few other things I couldn't tell much. That one scene has always stuck with me, though. It's how I always envisioned the energy is of people who found. . .who worked and earned their success.

Until next week;

“- Anton Freeman: Vincent! How are you doing this Vincent? How have you done any of this? We have to go back.

- Vincent: It's too late for that. We're closer to the other side.

- Anton Freeman: What other side? You wanna drown us both?

- Vincent: You wanna know how I did it? This is how I did it Anton. I never saved anything for the swim back.”

~Vincent takes up Anton's dare on their old challenge of swimming, LOREN DEAN - Anton Freeman, ETHAN HAWKE - Vincent Freeman

Gattaca Quotes

[cuppajj]

Sentient!LL questions about something like pool time + bitties - bc slice of life fluff reasons.

1. Would Lightlost learn to swim from Riptide, like probably half the crew has, to keep the facade, and incase their avatar actually goes near water, when ‘venturing’? And would they actually like taking a dip, or prefer to stick to a chair and read?

2. If LL did have something like a pool area in them - bc they’re huge, so who knows, maybe they do… 😉 - would they ever intervene when the crew used that space? Like if someone were drowning? And it could be listed off as a built-in safety mechanism?

3. If bitties were ever near would they try to sparkling-proof it, so they can’t get in too much trouble, and how? And if in, would they do little things like reach a tendril down to take their hand and gently guide them through the space safely? Cause I feel like they would, just to make sure they don’t try to go running across a pool cover and accidentally ‘plop!’ In goes baby!

4. How would LL feel about letting the little ones actually in the water when they’re just about old enough to dip with their creators? Worried, and a little overprotective, or just trust the creators are able to handle it?

Curious for - as stated above - slice of life fluff reasons.

(Look, I’m not completely evil. Y’all gonna need a fluffy lil bandaid for the emotional stab of angst that’s comin’ y’all’s way-)

I can kinda guess what you're thinking of doing when you ask me these questions XD

Ok! So:

Learning to swim wouldn't be on their list of priorities, and it would probably be understandable to everyone else if Lightlost said that they couldn't swim. If asked why a cartographer wouldn't know how to swim, they'd humorously tease that they don't need to swim to be able to chart river or seabeds! They'd be more of a "stick to a chair/towel and read" kind of person, but they wouldn't be opposed to learning how to swim from Riptide.

(((Is the oil reservoir kinda the pool??? no idea))) They would intervene if there was no one else to, but I'm sure the pool would have a lifeguard to do the job for them. It would have to be if no one is present for them to jump in and save whoever's in trouble

They wouldn't because that's their parents' job! However, if said parents weren't paying attention and the bitties tumbled over into the water, then they'd quickly grab their attention (as Lightlost) and drag them over to help save them. The thing with LL is that they would also want to teach lessons, not just do things for everyone all the time. And a parent should always watch over their kid no matter what! They shouldn't be the one to tell them that.

They'd trust the creators enough to handle it

So going off some of your questions in the past: LL is certainly protective but they also put a ton of trust in their crew, and aren't always solving problems. They know the crew is kinda crazy but they should also know how to look after each other! They (LL) aren't the ones guiding them on their journey, they're simply the place in which they'll live for the duration of said journey. That means that the crew should know how to get themselves out of trouble if they put themselves in it. Picture LL (sans Lightlost) more as a silent observer, who only intervenes if they absolutely have to.

[caatfaace]

Hi hi hi hi hi!!! How about Gojo with male reader at the beach please. This is for your Valentine Day event. Tyyyy ilyyyy also your works are fucking stunning <3

Anon pls this request is so sexy

Fun fact: My brain completely blocked out the beach part and I now have a total of 2 Gojo headcanons for Valentines day

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Valentine's Day Headcanons | Featuring: Gojo Satoru at the beach

| Male Reader |

WARNINGS: Gojo moans (as a joke)

Do NOT interact if you use she/her, she/they or something similar. You have your own fanfiction, this is not for you. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

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Gojo Satoru:

In the occurrence where you and Gojo go the beach as a Valentine's Day date–prepare for trouble

I can’t see Gojo as someone with a lot of romantic experience so he doesn’t really know how dates should go and kinda just spends a shit ton of money on really expensive dates.

You would have to be the one to bring up a beach date if it's earlier on in the relationship but if he knows you’d like a date like that then he’d ask you.

Despite the fact he doesn’t need a car you both decide to get there by car to add to the experience. I imagine he’d get flustered if you made him a playlist and played it on the way there but he would hide it well.

Once you get to the beach he immediately goes into tease mode. For example, if you already put on sunscreen he will INSIST on helping you put it on and he’ll insist that you help him.

Also give Gojo a chance to go shirtless and he will. He’ll say some dumb stuff about how "buff he is" and it’ll only be worse if you get flustered easily.

Depending on what you like to do at the beach will be what Gojo does. He personally likes to swim, but if you like to do something else then there won’t be any complaints from him.

Won’t tell you, but he rented out the whole beach. Sorry not sorry.

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“N/N!” Gojo grinned and sat down on the sand with a bottle of sunscreen in his hands. He patted the spot in front of him with a silent demand for you to let him put the sunscreen on your back.

“Gojo, I already put on sunscreen before we left my place.” You grunted but you sat down despite any complaints. Gojo perked and put on a fair amount of sunscreen on his palms and gently rubbed it on your back, shoulders, sides, and even a bit on your neck.

When he was finished he placed a surprisingly gentle kiss to the back of your neck. You turned around and took the bottle from him. Gojo was glad he didn’t even need to ask and turned so his back faced you.

You rubbed sunscreen along his back, massaging it in along the way. Gojo looked over his shoulder, at you, with a grin that was all too familiar.

“A-ah~!”

You smacked his back as soon as he faked a moan. You weren’t stupid–in fact you had expected it. He pulled this anytime you laid your hands on him for any reason.

“Oh! Playing rough?” He stood up to meet your height and you rolled your eyes. “I will drown you in the ocean.”

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[seijorhi]

Cry-Baby

A commissioned continuation of this soulmate AU by the lovely @pokemonfreak666 - thanks for your patience, bby!!

Bakugou Katsuki x Female Reader, Kirishima Eijiro x Female Reader

TW non-con, nsfw, double penetration, rough fucking, minor mentions of blood, kidnapping

The water’s not hot enough. 

It should be; it should burn. The knob’s twisted all the way up, steam rising in billowing clouds, fogging up the bathroom mirror, but it’s not hot enough. You can still feel them on you. Everything else – the blood, saliva, their cum, you’d watched it swirl down the drain, sitting on the shower floor, arms curled tightly around yourself as if that was the only thing keeping you from falling apart and shattering entirely.

But the water’s scalding, and you can still feel your soulmates’ hands crawling over you…  their mouths… their cocks tearing you apart from the inside out. Why won’t it wash away? You’ve scrubbed and scrubbed, your skin’s red and raw but the filthy feeling won’t go.

And they’re just outside. Sitting in your bedroom, or maybe wandering around your living room, sprawled across your couch flipping through channels on the TV. Maybe they’re out there looking at the pictures that line your walls, you and your family, your friends. Fuck, maybe they’re in your kitchen, rifling through your fridge for a late night snack after fucking their soulmate six ways from Sunday.

You can’t go back out there. You don’t want to see them.

Is it awful to hope for some kind of horrifying villain attack or massive accident to force them to go and leave you in peace?

… Would they? 

You can’t imagine Pro Heroes not running off to do their duty, but before a few hours ago, you couldn’t imagine them holding somebody down and raping them either, and clearly they had no qualms about doing that, so maybe your Heroes aren’t all they’re cracked up to be. 

Then again, what difference would leaving make? They know where you live, probably where you work. There’s no anonymity anymore, it’s not like you can just slip away and hide from them. 

You’ve been in the bathroom too long already, you know that – you can almost feel their anxious energy seeping through the crack in the door. Too much longer and they’ll surely come bursting in. 

Patience clearly wasn’t their strong point, and it’s nothing short of a miracle they let you come in and shower alone. Kirishima at least had been more than eager to come join you, grinning widely and tugging you by the arm towards the bathroom– it’d been Bakugou, watching you pale and flinch through red, unreadable eyes who’d reined him back in. 

Maybe he saw how scared you were, how fragile the thread that was holding you together was. Maybe he thought that gifting you these precious minutes alone after what they did would in any way come close to starting to mend the damage they’d just wrought. 

Maybe he just hadn’t cared enough beyond getting his dick wet. 

You’d grown up thinking your soulmates would make you happy, love you in a way that nobody else ever could. The possibility of ever deliberately hurting them seemed like such a foreign and uncomfortable concept to you. But obviously they didn’t care enough about your feelings or your lack of consent to stop them from forcing themselves onto you, maybe you were nothing but an object to them. Something to take and fuck, because naturally you were made for them.

What did it matter if you didn’t want it? 

Your eyes drift down to the timers on your wrists, run down to zero. A quaking sob rips from your throat and you bite down harshly on your bottom lip to stifle it. 

“Why am I even here? In less than an hour you’re gonna meet them, and what am I supposed to do then, hmm?” your friend had asked with a laugh. “Be the world’s most awkward fourth wheel?”

You’d laughed with her, knocking your shoulders against hers with a fond little smile, “Well if they’re gonna be in my life for the long haul, don't you think it’s important that they meet the person who matters to me the most right off the bat?”

You’re terrified of going back out there and facing them, but what other option do you have? The only window in the bathroom is too high and too small to squeeze through, and even if you could, getting an apartment on the seventh floor had seemed like a great idea at the time, but it doesn’t exactly lend itself to an easy getaway. 

The flimsy lock on the bathroom door is all that’s keeping them out – with their strength it’s hardly much of a barrier at all, but it’s all you have.

Here in your bathroom, under the scalding water, you’re safe. They can’t hurt you.

You’d like to think that now they’ve gotten what they wanted, now that they know that you can’t run and their reputations can’t be tarnished, they’ll go. And there’s a little voice inside your head that tells you it’s a stupid, foolish hope. You know that the moment you set foot outside that door, things’ll never be the same again.

A few years back, you read an article on some tabloid website about an up and coming Hero who’d disappeared out of the blue after joining Hawks’ agency as an intern. Supposedly, they were soulmates, and once the Pro realised it, he’d swooped her up and taken her to some secret safe house to hide her away from the rest of the world, supposedly ‘for her own protection’. It was all rumours, of course. No way for them to actually prove the theory – and no one actually cared about some missing, low level Hero at the end of the day. It was news for a week and then everybody moved on.

Are they gonna do the same thing to you?

Spirit you away to some hideout where they can keep you all to themselves – so they can fuck you whenever they want without having to worry about you running off? You’ll never see your family again, or your friends… they’ll be your entire world, and just like that intern, everybody else will forget you ever existed.

Or maybe they’ll be satisfied enough just forcing themselves into your life, letting you go back to your job, your boring, mundane nine to five, never knowing when they’re going to pop up and take what they want. They’ll come over and play house, acting as if this is a normal relationship, waiting for you to come around and accept them. 

Love them. 

The thoughts makes bile rise in your throat. Your entire body aches from inside out. There’s bitemarks and bruises littering your skin, marks that won’t fade for days… you can’t let them do this to you again.

As if they can hear your panicked thoughts, a knock sounds on the bathroom door, and your heart clenches.

“Hey, babe?” Kirishima calls out, “You okay? You’ve kinda been in there a while…” 

That same voice, chanting breathlessly above you, “I love you, I love you– f-fuck– I love you!”

Panic, cloying and sharp tears at you. You try to answer, tell him to leave you alone, that you need more time, but the words catch in your throat and all that comes out is a pitiful squeak and he knocks again, louder, more insistent and it’s too much.

They're gonna break down the door and hurt you again. Hot tears well up and spill down your cheeks with an audible sob, and you clutch at yourself tighter, willing them away–

“Babe? Talk to us, sweetheart, you’re making us worried.”

The door handle jiggles insistently, and you bury your face between your knees breathing rapidly, they’re gonna break it down, they’re gonna break it down, they’re gonna–

“Move, Kiri,” Bakugou snaps.

You don’t register the snap of the lock breaking or the frantic footsteps that approach, the harsh sound of your heaving gasps drowning out all else. Then suddenly there’s strong, muscular arms pulling you out from the water with a muffled curse.

It’s Kirishima who’s holding you, you realise as a flash of blond darts back behind you to turn the shower off. And it’s suffocating, the way he clutches at you, big hands running along your back, pulling you closer, holding you tighter, words of comfort you can’t hear over the pounding of your own heart spilling from his lips. 

And then Bakugou’s face is filling your vision, the scowl on his face growing more pronounced as he studies you – shaking, teary, eyes wide and swimming with fear– 

Something inside of you just gives and you don’t fight it when the darkness swallows you whole.

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When you come to, you’re lying on something soft – a bed, you realise, but not your own. There’s an arm slung over your waist; corded with muscles, tan, covered in fine, golden hair and faint white scars; Bakugou’s.

Which means that the warm breath gently tickling at your neck must belong to him as well. 

You’re not naked at least; a quick glance down at your body revealing they’d dressed you in one of your old tees and a pair of panties. You’re not sure whether that observation is supposed to calm or unnerve you; you’d rather be clothed than not, but the thought of your soulmates rifling through your things, dressing you while you were unconscious… is not a pleasant one. 

“You’re awake.” It’s an observation, not a question.  His voice is gruff, an edge of sleepiness clinging to the words, but it lacks the heat you’ve come to expect from the explosive Hero. He sounds comfortable almost – at least that’s the sense you get as his face presses up against the nape of your neck, his arm drawing you closer with a low groan.

Still, you haven’t uttered a sound. 

It feels surreal, lying there in your captor’s arms – and he is your captor, soulmate or no, there’s no denying that fact anymore. There’s a part of you that realises that you should be panicking, kicking scratching and clawing because you don’t know where you are, but it’s certainly not your apartment and you definitely don’t want him touching you after what he’s already put you through. 

But rather than the sheer, unrelenting panic that had gripped you before, it’s just… nothing. Dormant, lying simmering just below the surface, and you’re almost scared to draw breath, to shatter the sweet, tender facade between the two of you.

There’s no point in asking where you are, no point in demanding he let you go. They’ve shown you that what you want doesn’t matter here, so instead you ask the obvious question.

“Where’s Kirishima?”

Bakugou grunts, burrowing himself closer. It’s not cold in the room, but his bare skin burns like a furnace, just on the wrong side of comfortable. “Makin’ breakfast.”

Breakfast. 

You swallow tightly, but Bakugou isn’t done. 

“Scared the shit out of us, fainting like that,” he scoffs. “Should’a fuckin’ known you’d need us to come take care of you.”

His fingers, resting over your stomach, dip lower, sliding roughly beneath the hem of your panties as he grinds his hips along your ass. He’s hard already, you can feel every inch of it, long and thick pressing insistently up against you. 

Shame and indignation flare up like a match struck, but before you can even open your mouth to snap a retort, Bakugou yanks his hand out of your underwear to stuff his fingers inside your mouth.

Your first instinct is to bite down, but the blond at your back just growls, “Suck,” and you’re not stupid enough to think that hurting him (or trying to at least) is going to stop what’s about to happen.

Or maybe you’re just scared to test exactly how far you can push them before they really hurt you. 

Obediently, your tongue swirls around his thick digits, hollowing out your cheeks and earning a grunt of appreciation from your soulmate. 

“Always thought that my soulmate was gonna be someone strong,” he mutters, his hips still rocking up against yours. “Somebody who could keep up with Kiri ‘n me, hold their own in a fight. Never thought you’d be some weak as shit, quirkless little cry-baby.”

It stings more than it has any right to. 

Slowly, his fingers slide from your lips, a long, thin glistening strand of saliva connecting the two. It’s hard to fight the whine that escapes you as they return to your pussy, angrily shoving aside your panties before thinking better of it and ripping them off of you completely. The warm puff of breath that ghosts across your skin sends shivers down your spine, and though you can’t see his face when he speaks next you can tell that he’s grinning.

“But fuck, sweetheart, you’re goddamn perfect – everythin’ we didn’t know we needed.”

He kisses you as his index and middle fingers plunge eagerly into your cunt, not the rough, biting kisses he’d gifted you with the night before, no. These are almost tender, sweet – or at least as sweet as a monster like Bakugou is capable of – entirely at odds with way his calloused fingers curl inside of you, fucking you, stretching you out while he cruelly thumbs at your clit.

Katsuki wants you strung out and whining for him. For Kirishima.

He wants you helpless.

“We’re gonna keep you nice ‘n safe, baby. Won’t have to worry about a goddamn fucking thing ‘cept keepin’ your soulmates happy.”

It sounds more like the passing of a sentence than a reassurance, but you can’t tell him that you don’t want this. He knows – he has to by now. He just doesn't care.

You don’t hear it when Kiri comes back, not when Bakugou’s sucking at your neck, your pussy throbbing with need as his fingers drive relentlessly into you, hitting your g-spot with every flick of his wrist.

You might not have noticed the redhead lingering in the doorway, his cock tenting in his pants, eyes dark and glazed over as he watches the show unfolding before him, but Bakugou certainly does.

“Oi, shitty hair. You just gonna stand there and watch or are you actually gonna fucking do something?” His voice is rough and a little breathless, closer to a growl than speech – it makes your gut clench, a shiver run down along your spine.

When your eyes finally do meet Kirishima’s, your heart squeezes, your stomach flipping. Kirishima’s staring at you like a wolf readying itself to pounce, like he wants to devour every inch of you and savour the taste.

He grins widely, pink tongue darting out to lick his lips.

Bakugou’s the one with the bad reputation – as explosive as his quirk, brash at the best of times and overly aggressive even with his friends – you have every reason to be terrified of him, even before he broke into your home to take you. 

Kirishima might be kinder, gentler with his touches (at least, he tries to be), but you’re a fool if you think you’re any safer with the redhead. 

“Thought you said you were gonna wait,” he says, advancing towards the two of you as he kicks out of his shorts, but the grin on his face doesn’t waver for a second. He’s not nearly as put out as he pretends. “I could hear the pretty little thing moaning all the way in the kitchen.”

Shame would be enough to flood your cheeks with heat, but it’s the sight of Kiri’s cock, flushed an angry red, veiny and thick, hanging heavy between his muscular thighs that does the job. The spit in your mouth dries, your heart thumping unevenly even as pleasure pools in your gut courtesy of Bakugou’s attention. You let out a sharp shriek as he quickens his pace, one hand reaching to grab at his wrist, the other clutching desperately for purchase at the bedsheets, but it’s not enough. 

Heat burns at your core, and unwittingly, you find your hips bucking up against him, fervently searching for more.

At your back, the blond chuckles, you feel the deep vibrations echoing through your chest, “Yeah, well you were taking too long.” 

There might be more that he says, but at that moment he slides a third finger into your dripping cunt, calloused fingertips slamming against your tight, gummy walls and you’re robbed of the ability to think. 

Your first orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, the building pleasure snapping like an elastic band stretched too far. A strangled moan slips out of your lips, and you don’t even notice the teeth sinking into your shoulder, Bakugou once more staking his claim as you cum for him. You quiver and quake in his grip, your cunt tightening around his digits and sucking them in further with a lewd squelching sound that you might be more embarrassed about if you could focus on anything but the pleasurable aftershocks of your peak.

All the while, Kirishima drinks you in, salivating at the sight of your drooling, fucked out expression, the syrupy slick that’s all but dripping out around Bakugou’s thick fingers, still stuffed deep inside of your pussy.

And maybe if he were a better man, he might allow you a moment to breathe and hurtle back down to earth, but patience has never been a virtue of his. He lunges forward faster than a man of his size has any right to, jumping onto the bed and all but tearing you out of Bakugou’s hold. You’re still reeling, panting and sore and dizzy with pleasure as Kirishima’s lips crash against yours, stealing what little breath you have left in a burning kiss.

Your attention’s caught on the way his tongue’s sliding against yours, trying to coax you into kissing back, the sharp, minty taste of him – you miss the way he grasps at his flushed, leaking cock, dragging it along your puffy slit. You miss the sound of Bakugou shedding his own pants.

You’re still weakly trying to push at his chest when Kiri slides his cock into your warm, welcoming cunt, his low, guttural moan lost to your lips. And despite Bakugou’s attempts at preparing you, it still burns, the sheer girth of his fat cock filling you up and stretching you uncomfortably. Tears sting at your eyes, a whimper catching in your throat as he hums in pleasure, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer, impaling you further onto his length.

Yet you’re not given a moment to accommodate the massive cock inside of you – not as you feel another blunt, flushed cockhead pressing up against your already stuffed pussy. Realisation hits a moment too late, your face blanching, your heart skipping a beat as panic – sheer panic – chokes at you.

You try to push back from Kiri’s embrace, only to feel Bakugou once again pressing up against your back, trapping you between them. You squirm in vain, trying to kick and push, fighting even as the blond’s cock, not as girthy as Kirishima’s but still far too big for you to take with Kiri still inside of you, starts to force its way into your plush, velvety walls.

“F-fuck, she’s tight,” he grunts as you arch up against Kiri, your tits, still covered by your thin, cotton tee, squishing up against his bare chest in an attempt to writhe away from the overwhelming feeling of fullness, the burning, stinging, throbbing pain between your legs.

But your soulmates are far from considerate, not even as you start to wail, your nails raking down the redhead’s broad shoulders. 

“Your pussy’s a fuckin’ dream,” he continues, swearing with a hiss as he finally bottoms out.

It’s too much, you feel like you’re being split in two. Every twitch and throb of their dicks, every vein, every inch of them is pressed too tightly against you, your walls struggling to take them both. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, oh god it hurts so fucking bad, but neither one of them care as you start to sob–

No, Kiri just kisses away your tears, taking your face in his large hands and cooing sweetly when you beg them through gasping, heaving sobs to stop.

“You’re doing so good for us, baby. Look how well you’re taking our cocks – it’s like you were made for us,” he laughs at his own stupid joke, and all you can focus on is the pain as he starts to draw his hips back, your oversensitive walls screaming in protest. “We’re gonna make you feel so fucking amazing, just wait.”

And it’s not his wide, beaming grin that shatters you, or even the hunger blazing in those crimson depths. It’s not Bakugou panting at your back, his hands coming up to shove your top up so he can palm greedily at your tits, or even the lewd almost feral sounds the explosion Hero’s making as he and Kirishima settle into a maddening rhythm, not allowing you a moment to catch your breath and steady yourself as they fuck you.

No, it’s the sheer, feverish love you can see written across his face clear as day, the softness with which he holds you, even as he chases his own pleasure.

This is their version of love, and you – quirkless, weak as shit and entirely at their mercy – have no hope in hell of escaping it. 

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more t1 music info!

hi, it's me talking about the random linagram lore again! also help i have so many things to do and so little time to write kei's vd

so. you're probably wondering what i mean by "more music info". what i mean is that i will finally reveal everyone's undercover lyrics in this post and also t1 song titles and t1 song previews (you know, like in the trailers)!

i should mention that these lyrics don't rhyme, so they probably don't sound like actual song lyrics, but i kinda wanted to write them like that on purpose, so that they could feel like.. uh, english subtitles in a way? :'D

Undercover Lyrics:

Akio: "UNDER, you're the only person I can trust, if you want to prove your loyalty to me, you should just bow down"

Aimi: "UNDER, I have everything I want, but why do I want to cry so much? If you're not my friend, you don't deserve to even breathe"

Shun: "UNDER, I want to forget this boring real world, it's nothing but disappointment. I prefer the fake world I've created in my head"

Naomi: "UNDER, oh, I made you cry? Why don't you tell your parents about it? Ah, you can't do it, 'cause you're dead"

Kei: "UNDER, I gave you what you wanted, so why do you say I'm evil? There was no "safe word", you signed up for this yourself"

Eiko: "UNDER, it's your fault for lying to me, an "invisible wall" won't protect you, I'm about to enter your world"

Asahi: "UNDER, you can buy the whole world for me, but it still won't be enough. Maybe I just want to see "her" again"

Yurika: "UNDER, I want to go back to those days, sorry, Dad and Mom, I don't think I'm ready to grow up"

Riku: "UNDER, no matter how much I bleed, you still refuse to forgive me. Just go and listen to my song again"

Reina: "UNDER, please, just end this already, before I die from being swallowed by my own guilt"

T1 Song Titles:

Akio: Staying At The Top

Aimi: Portrait of Friendship

Shun: Error Screen

Naomi: Empty Desk

Kei: Hot Pink Illusion

Eiko: Lost in Perfection

Asahi: Never Satisfied

Yurika: Heart-shaped Candy

Riku: Jump Together

Reina: No Reason

T1 Song Previews:

Akio: "Don't even think of stealing my crown, who do you think you are? I'm the one who rules this place, you're just a stranger! Stop making them love you because of that bright smile of yours, stop being their sun, they're too used to darkness"

Aimi: "Let's make this world as colorful and bright as our friendship, let's forget about our problems and worries. I'll make you laugh, I'll make you smile, just promise that you won't leave me alone. Let's hold hands, let's sing, let's dance, I hope we'll stay friends forever"

Shun: "There's nothing wrong with me still missing you, right? There's nothing wrong with me still wanting to be with you, right? So why don't you leave him, you deserve better, even though I'm probably worse. What do you mean, I can't even remember your face? You just had too many of them"

Naomi: "No, I can't leave yet, there's too much to do, I'm still here because of you, you won't let me run away. Stop looking at me like that, you don't deserve my forgiveness, just like I don't deserve theirs. I'm drowning in my guilt and swimming like a fish in the sea at the same time"

Kei: "Let's do it already, I can't wait any longer. One? Two? Sure, I'll go with five! Just tell me what you want, I'm okay with anything, don't be shy, I've done worse things. Let me take my rose-colored glasses on, so that I can pretend that this moment is better than it actually is"

Eiko: "I can't wait to finally meet you, I know that you're just as perfect as I imagine you to be. I want to know what songs you dance to, I want to know what movies make you cry, I want to know every single little thing about you. I want to escape to your world, but it's too early for that, but you're already becoming a part of me"

Asahi: "Just give it to me, even if I don't remember what I've asked for. My room has everything other kids want, but it's still not enough for me, it's too empty for me. Please forgive me, I've never been spoiled like this before, so let me enjoy it, let me ask more and more from you"

Yurika: "I can do it, I know I can! You gave me courage, you gave me strength, so let me repay you! You just laugh and say "Your heart is enough", can't you act a bit more serious this time? But my life is so sweet now thanks to you, so let me add my heart full of fear and hope to your beautiful collection"

Riku: "You can forget about everything tonight, there's no need to cry, no need to worry, I'll be here to make it right. Listen to my voice, listen to my song, I know you're starting to feel better thanks to me. Actually, can you do me a favor? I want you to give me a smile and jump as high as you can"

Reina: "I do it because I like it, no motive, no excuse, no backstory. I'm just having fun with my friends, what's wrong with that? Yeah, you're right, a lot of things. So go on, judge me, hate me, you know I want it, I know that you will make the right decision"

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3, 15, 17, 18 for the weird writing asks!!

Thanks Fee!

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

Okay, so I used to write on Google Docs for the longest time and then a few months I told myself that maybe it wasn't the best privacy-wise. So I've switched to using Open Office, which I think helps me focus better because having it on a separate window away from my web browser reduces the temptation to stop mid-sentence to check another tab, you know? But at the same time, this feels VERY cursed because my version doesn't have any kind of spelling check, plus my WIPs are now saved on my internal drive, and since I don't make backups of them that often, I live in fear or my laptop dying on me and making me lose weeks of progress

Oh also, there's basically no word count lololol

Am I gonna do anything about any of this though? No, we're raw-dogging life over here 😎

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

I already answered this earlier but the short answer is I currently don't, but I don't judge people who do (unless it's a library book or something)

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

I guess I'll talk about my fic for the Zouis Fest (although it might not even be part of it in the end, because I keep writing for the Dream Team fandom instead rip)

Anyway, I'm still not sure exactly what I'm doing with it. Like the main idea is that it's a Zayn-POV, canon-compliant(ish), present day fic where they run into each other in Hong Kong and are kinda forced to acknowledge what happened all those years ago, and figure out how to move forward. So like, lots of angst and feelings of betrayal and conflict and serious conversations because that's basically all I know how to (and all I want to) write lol

At the moment I'm not sure whether to keep it focused on their friendship or introduce some kind of romance aspect to it (toying with the idea that they had some kind FWB situation going while they were in the band). But since it's canon-compliant I'd feel kinda iffy doing that. I've never actually written canon-compliant before, and I have to admit that it scares me a bit, also because I've been extremely removed from the 1d fandom lately

Anyway one thing I'm sure about is that I want a scene to be inspired by the following verse from Blur's My Terracotta Heart:

And when we fly tomorrow over the Java seas And my younger maps will be there with me 'Cause they remind me of swimming out too far one day Then the coral was gone, but I didn't care anyway

Something about Zayn going too far to swim and Louis watching him almost drown but not realizing what's happening, as a metaphor for what went wrong between them

Yeah, that's pretty much all I can share at the moment. I should really get back to it

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

Zayn Malik is, without a doubt, the most beautiful person Louis has ever had the privilege to lay his eyes on. To the point that if he were to explain aesthetic attraction to someone, he’d probably say something like: “The feeling I get when I look at that gorgeous guy in my English 586 class.”

That's the opening line from Situations Like These, my aro/ace Zouis fic from the first Zouis fest.

It's one of those stories that really started out with just a scene rather than an idea/concept, which I think is the case for a lot of my fics actually. I mean, I did have a prompt for this fic, which was something like "they're both ace but don't tell the other for fear of driving him away", so it was pretty vague in terms of setting and everything else, really.

I remember coming up with that opening scene and the bits of dialogues at my grandparents' place right before getting on the road back home with my parents, and since I'd rather die than write in front of them, I just had to make sure to commit everything to my memory by repeating it all in my head throughout the day, until we were finally home and I could write it down. But that's something I do a lot, I think, just come up with stuff (typically dialogue) at inconvenient times and praying that I remember it by the time I can write it down 😬 And then of course when you actually settle in front of your computer, you feel like all your inspiration is gone

Anyway, I think this might be one of my favourite opening scenes I've written, I feel like it's pretty fun while setting the tone and dynamics for the whole fic

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Invisible String (15/15)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 3.2k words

Warning : fluff, smut, Steve being nice for once, mention of assault, healthy communication, drinking, Bec is Bucky’s sister - Rebecca, talk about therapy, fucking on a dressing table, I added the link for the dressing table so it could be easier to imagine lol

Both of you were far from okay, Bucky knew that. You needed time and energy to put in this relationship, and Bucky would patiently wait and giddily put in the work required. 

Just like last time all those months ago, Bucky prepared a plate of fruits with juice for you. If you'd let him in your life, then one thing was sure — you were never having that damn coffee for breakfast. How did you even survive? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and Bucky was baffled when he found out you functioned on nothing but caffeine.

 “Good Morning!” he greeted, you were awake and seated on the couch. “I got you breakfast that isn't caffeine.”

You didn't meet his eyes, but smiled timidly nevertheless. You cringed at your immaturity. Getting drunk instead of having a proper conversation like adults was not your wisest decision. Your last conversation was horrid. What was worse was that he was still being so nice to you when all you wanted was for the ground to open and swallow you whole. It was embarrassing.

You avoided his gaze, and Bucky didn't press the matter any further.

You exhaled loudly and requested, “We need to talk.”

Here it was, Bucky thought. He hoped you both could at least have breakfast blissfully, ignoring the elephant in the room. But he assumed the sooner, the better. Bucky took a seat beside you on the office couch.

“I’m sorry.”

 “I’m sorry.”

Both of you apologized at the same time. Bucky continued, “What I did was a fucked up thing to do. I had no right to decide for you. I'm sorry for hurting you.”

 “I’m sorry for handling the situation immaturely. It was dumb to get drunk and act like that.”

Bucky nodded, he didn't need your apology. He was the one who was at fault here. Although, he would never acknowledge this, but he was glad you got drunk and came to him. He wasn’t smart enough to realize his mistake and if he continued with his stubbornness, then he would have lost you.

Instinctively, he took your palm in his, lacing your fingers with his and placing the entwined hands on his lap. “I — The incident with Rumlow and the kidnapping affected me a lot. More than I would like to admit,” you acknowledged, “And I don't think I’m dealing with everything healthily.”

“What do you need me to do?”

You sighed and propped your head on his shoulder. “Just be there for me.”

Bucky raised your intertwined hands, pressing a kiss on your knuckles, “Always.”

“I don't want our bakery to be just a dream,” he sounded so unsure that you raised your head to look at him. “I want to get out of this life — of the club.” 

“Can you even do that?” You weren’t very knowledgeable about his business, but from what you've gathered getting out wasn't an option.

“I talked with Sam and Steve, and it would take a while, but it's not impossible. I’d have to put in a lot of money, and it will take time, maybe even years, but it can be done.”

For the millionth time, Bucky left you speechless. You didn't want him to change his entire life because of you. You loved Bucky and you would take him just the way he was. With his good and bad, albeit there wasn't anything bad. “Do you want that?”

He looked at you in offense. To him, you sounded insane. Of course, he wanted that. All he ever wanted was a serene life, and now he could have that life with you in it, you were double guessing your worth. Maybe he didn't think this through, but there was no need to question his choice. Bucky was sure of one thing in his life. “I want you. I want you in my life and I want my ma and Bec. And I can't have the most important people in my life if I don’t leave this behind. So yes, this is what I want.”

You smiled at him, and he would kill to make that smile a permanent residence on your face, you didn’t want him to make this crucial decision in his life because of you.

“Plus, maybe some chocolate essence would finally break you out of your writer's block,” Bucky teased, quoting the words you said to him all those days ago and you giggled.

The rest of the morning was spent in comfortable silence as you both ate breakfast.

Bucky wanted to tell his friends about his decision, and he wanted you there beside him. You were terrified, you finally made friends with someone, and now they were going to hate you because you were taking their friend away from him. And Steve already hated you, that wasn't the impression you were planning on forming on his best friend.

To your dismay, everyone looked pleased with the verdict. Turns out, all of them hated hiding their families too. You should have known — worrying every second about your loved ones could make one very restless. 

It was finally decided that the club would just be that — a club. No more side businesses or illegal deals or enemies like Rumlow — it would just be a normal club. The club would go to Sam and Steve, and Wanda would take Clint’s place as the manager. It was also collectively decided that Peter had to go. He was just a kid who wanted to make money for his college tuition. Which now would be paid fully by Bucky. Peter could still work at the club as a part-time job, but he had to go to college too.

It was satisfying to see all of them so content with this decision. You expected at least Steve to interject, but he looked pleased too. What you did not expect was for Steve to approach you and start a conversation with you. You were just standing on the balcony while everyone was celebrating. You told Bucky you needed some air when he asked you what was wrong.

“He really likes you, you know.” 

“I hope so,” you joked, and you saw a smile forming on Steve's lips. Progress, you thought to yourself.

“I haven't been the nicest person to you and I’m sorry for that.”

You looked at Steve in disbelief. Okay, you weren't expecting that. “I don’t know why you hate me. I mean, we barely know each other,” you replied, honestly.

Steve inhaled sharply as he said, “I knew Buck since we were kids. He never hid anything from me until a few months ago.”

What has that to do with you? You looked at him puzzled and he continued, “He attacked Rumlow. Around 3 months ago, he attacked him and we never attack first — always retaliate. That's why Rumlow came after you because Bucky started the fight. I knew it had something to do with you, but he just wouldn't tell me.”

And just like that, you knew exactly what he was talking about. The timing matched with Rumlow’s attempt to inappropriately touch you without consent. 

“I — Rumlow came here during my shift,” you stammered, you didn't know how to tell him. You wanted to heal, you wanted people to know on your accord with your permission. And you wanted Steve to know. “I told him no - several times, but he just wouldn’t stop touching.”

You wanted to be able to talk about this without breaking down every time. And that was a good enough start, you knew Bucky would be proud of you.

Steve's expression morphed into one of guilt immediately. He was smart enough to join the dots, and he felt like an idiot for blaming you and Bucky. “I’m so sorry.”

 “Don't be,” you smiled at him, “You didn't know.”

Steve didn’t know how to react. He felt like a dick — he was a dick for not even considering your point of view. Bucky kept saying that he couldn't tell and Steve should have understood or taken the hint, but he was so mad at you that it blinded his judgement.

The conversation turned uneasy, so you quickly changed the topic and retorted to a joke. “Did you know that Bucky owns a customized t-shirt that says ‘I heart Y/N’?”

Steve chortled a laugh and said, “Now that I do, I’m never gonna stop teasing him about it.”

“It was cute, okay?” you defended.

“Sure it was,” he huffed, “Would you and Bucky like to come for dinner this weekend? Sarah misses her Uncle Bucky and to date Bucky for real you would definitely need her approval.”

***

You examined yourself in the mirror as you straightened the outfit you decided to wear for dinner. You wondered whether it would impress a four-year-old.

Bucky stood behind you, fixing the collar of his shirt.

“I’m kinda nervous,” you confessed.

He furrowed his brows in bewilderment, snaking his arms around you from behind, pulling you against his chest. He whispered in your ears, sending a chill down your spine. “You look gorgeous, doll.”

You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. He gently rubbed his thumbs along your clothed stomach, and you felt calmer. His touch had that effect on you. His touch and presence was enough to make you feel content and for the first time in your life, you weren’t scared. You weren't running away from your vulnerabilities — no, you were swimming into it. And you weren't scared of drowning because you knew Bucky was holding you.

 “I love you,” you breathed, “I love you so much, Buck.”

Bucky extended one of his hands towards your face and gently held your chin between his fingers. Lightly, he rubbed his thumb across your lower lip before lifting your face sideways, claiming your lips with his in a tender and slow kiss. “I love you so much, doll. More than humanly possible.”

Your eyes brimmed with tears and you kissed him again reverently, “Do we have time to spare?” 

“We always have time,” Bucky mumbled against your lips, turning you in his arms to face him. 

Both of you were so eager to feel each other that you didn't even get rid of your clothes completely — just enough to feel the other. He held your hips and lifted you on the dressing table, and you facilitated by spreading your legs open.

Bucky didn't waste a second before diving his tongue inside your mouth, making you feel dizzy with just the intensity of the kiss. One hand in your hair, the other running up your back to hold your neck, craning your skull to give him better access to your mouth. He devoured you like you were a delicious meal that he was starving to taste. 

The hand in your hair hastened towards your breast, squeezing your covered nipple enough to make you gasp into his mouth and get your core wet. He did the same with the other before his hand continued its journey towards your cunt.

Bucky didn't waste any time — quickly, he pushed your dripped panties out of his way and his fingers teased your slit before one digit made its way inside you. His mouth left yours, and he nibbled your jaw and reached the lobe of your ear before whispering, “I’ve barely touched you and you're already so wet for me, pretty girl.”

Before you could react to his lewd words, another finger entered your willing cunt and you clenched around him. “Bucky,” you breathed, your voice barely audible with the intensity of your oncoming orgasm. “Want you now, baby.”

Suddenly, his digits retreated, leaving you empty, whimpering and clenching around nothing. He gave a few quick strokes to his already hard cock before plunging inside you and muffling your cries by crashing his lips with yours. 

He gave you time to adjust to his length and when you nodded, he started thrusting in an enticing speed that had you grasping him around your cunt. Every push of his cock had you seeing stars. All that pent-up anticipation and sexual frustration had you coming in no time, but Bucky didn't relent. “Give me one more, sweet girl.”

His hand reached in between your bodies, instantly locating your clit, and you moaned loudly against his shoulder. Bucky toyed with your ear lobe, gently biting then moving downwards to the spot between your neck and clavicle. He licked before sucking harshly and then licking again to soothe the pain. You held his back so tightly that you were sure it must be hurting him, but he didn't complain, instead he growled in your ear as you tried to hold him inside you — tighter than before.

His hand was running calculated circles on your clit combined with his ruthless pace, and you were reaching your second orgasm faster than you imagined. “Bucky, I’m gonna —”

“I know, baby,” he groaned in your ear, increasing his pace, and a moment ago you didn't think that was possible.

You both reached your high together as he released his seed inside you, and that solely had you nearing your third orgasm. Bucky noticed and smirked before his still hand started running circles on your bundle of nerves again and gave you a few languid thrusts that made you reach the euphoria where you hadn't been before.

He held you, brushing your hair off your face, rubbing his thumb across your forehead to rid you of the sweat, praising you for being such a good girl for him. Once you were back from the land of bliss, he cleaned you both up before straightening your dress out — making you appear like he didn't fuck your brains out on a dressing table.

***

“Traffic,” you lied while Bucky smirked as he placed his hand on the small of your back.

Sam looked at you - both of you with a playful look in his eyes and Steve bought your lie without a second question.

As you entered the living room, you were met with a kid that reminded you a lot of Alec and Izzy. “Uncle Bucky,” she squealed before jumping in the arms of a bent down Bucky.

She stretched a hand towards you and said, “Sarah.”

You smiled at her and took her hand in yours before giving her your name. She looked at you with so much delight in her eyes that had you melting in a second. Oh, that reminded you, “Babe, the cake.”

“Oh, right,” Bucky scrambled to his feet and made his way towards the car to bring the gift you two brought for the family.

“Did you make it, Uncle Bucky,” Sarah asked as Bucky handed her the cake. She grinned when he nodded, “I’m gonna eat all of this myself.”

Bucky smiled, “It's all for you, sweetie.”

She held the cake in one hand and your hand in another before rushing into the kitchen with you.

Sam handed Bucky a glass of a drink that he didn't even notice because his gaze was fixed on you helping Steve and Sarah. You said something to Steve and he laughed loudly. When did you and Steve become friends? He wondered.

“Traffic, huh?” Sam teased Bucky once his daughter was out of their hearing range. Bucky nearly choked on the drink and coughed in embarrassment.

Sam eyed Bucky mischievously and told him to take a seat on the table. Bucky didn't listen and if he did then he pretended to ignore Sam’s words and made his way to the kitchen - to you.

You yelped when you felt two strong hands engulf you from behind, calming down only when Bucky chuckled and whispered in your ear, “Hey, it's only me, doll.”

Eventually, everyone made their way to the dinner table. The food was amazing, some of it was made by Sam - some of it by Steve. Sam’s cooking was clearly better, but Bucky told you not to tell him that because then Sam would get all smug about it. Bucky’s hand rested on your upper thigh for the entirety of the meal.

It brought you back to the time when you both were at your parents’ place and even then the gesture was so welcomed by your body and you. Although you always told him about how inappropriate a relationship with him would be, you secretly hoped that he would call you out on your bullshit. Anyone with eyes could see that you wanted him since the very beginning. Well, anyone except Bucky.

After dinner, Sarah went to bed and it was just you, Bucky, Sam and Steve situated in their living room with a drink in everyone’s hand. 

“The cake was amazing,” you told Bucky when he took a seat beside you on the sofa. Bucky wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer and held your outer thighs with his other before placing you on his lap. You wrapped your hands around his shoulder and awkwardly looked around at Sam and Steve, exhaling in relief when you found them busy in their own conversation, oblivious to their friend’s antics.

“I can make cakes forever for you, doll.”

“Well, you'd have to make cakes forever if you wanna open a bakery,” you sassed and he laughed before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You beamed at him, placing your head against his shoulder, “I’ve been thinking. With everything that has happened with Rumlow and my family. I think I’ve not dealt with all of it and it still bothers me.”

Nervously, you looked at him and found him already gazing at you with a look so patient and intense. You could see his adoration for you swirl around his eyes and you hoped he could see that same emotion reflecting in your eyes.

“And I don’t want to burden you with my shit, I think I’m gonna start therapy.”

He cupped your face in his palms and you looked at him anxiously. It was a big step - your relationship with him - finally acknowledging that you carried trauma that is affecting your life in more ways that you would like to admit. “Whatever you need, honey. I will be there for you.”

You leaned into his touch, craning your neck before pressing a kiss on his palm. “Did you think you'd be crazy for me when I walked in for the bartender's job?”

He laughed at your teasing words, holding your chin between his fingers and dipped his head down to kiss you. “I love you,” he mumbled against your lips, “And I have a feeling that we’ll be alright.” 

“We’ll be alright,” you repeated his words. It was a promise of a happy and hopeful future - a future you were going to have with him. ”I love you.” You sealed the promise with your lips on his.

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A/N - I had an epilogue planned but idk - this feels very complete to me and I'm scared that if I add anything then it'll ruin the end. I think I'll take a day, think it through, try writing the epilogue and if I ended up liking it. Then of course, you'll get it. Bye Take care!! 

[ridiasfangirlings]

1) Fushimi is some kind of sea creature (water spirit), but he can also transform into a human. He doesn't tell anyone about this ability. His boyfriend is too virgin to ask how they can have sex if Fushimi has a tail, so Fushimi does not bring up this topic. One day they were kissing on a wild beach and suddenly Fushimi realized that Yata had a boner and pretending to be an idiot, he began to ask Yata about what a dick is and what they need to do.

I’m just imagining Fushimi really playing this up acting like he has no idea what that thing in Yata’s pants is, like oh my Misaki are you injured should I suck on it to make it better all while Yata gets redder and redder. Say Fushimi is a water sprite, he has this long lovely tail (I’m imagining it kinda like a blue betta fish, very impressive and pretty and also he will fight you) and swims around the ocean all day. He has the ability to turn human but rarely does, like maybe Fushimi was abandoned by his mom on the shore and he was briefly adopted by his terrible dad Niki who left Fushimi with a deep hatred for humans. He doesn’t intend to ever deal with humans again but one day he comes across Yata, who was out fishing and fell out of his boat. Fushimi ends up saving Yata from drowning, thinking what an idiot this human is going out on a boat when he can’t swim. Fushimi thinks it was pointless of him to save a human since they’re all ungrateful and terrible but the next day Yata shows up on the shore looking for the person who saved him.

Yata lives nearby and he’s heard stories about a sea monster that lives in the ocean and he always wanted to catch it. After Fushimi saves him Yata ends up coming upon Fushimi having been caught and injured by a fish net, Fushimi assumes this awful human will just kill him but Yata risks himself to free Fushimi instead and then afterward brings a first aid kit to the shore to take care of Fushimi’s wounds. After this they slowly become best friends, Fushimi teaches Yata to swim and they spend all this time in the ocean together just swimming and talking and having adventures.

This is all very cute and innocent while they’re middle schoolers but then as they get older Yata starts realizing that he’s having actual feelings for Fushimi. He ends up confessing his love, at first Fushimi immediately dives back into the sea because he isn’t equipped for this whole feelings thing. Eventually after the usual round of betrayal and sadness they make up and Fushimi admits that he loves Yata too. For Yata it’s kinda weird to be dating a sea creature but he doesn’t really care, Fushimi is amazing even if he isn’t human. 

Yata’s friends know about Fushimi by now too and one day maybe they’re teasing him about being a virgin when Chitose is like ‘how do you have sex with that guy anyway?’. Yata has never considered this before and everyone starts theorizing like if you take off your pants do you think Fushimi would start looking for eggs for you to fertilize. Yata gets all embarrassed and tells them to shut up but he can’t stop thinking about it now either, like he’s not attracted to fish or anything but the human part of Fushimi is super attractive, his piercing eyes and pale skin and even his skinny chest has some muscle and now Yata’s like trying to get these images out of his head because even if he’s attracted to Fushimi it’s not like they can have sex and he needs to just accept that.

One day they’re kissing on the beach and Yata realizes to his horror that he’s getting hard, he tries to like hide it but of course he ends up slipping on the sand and the tent in his swim trunks brushes against Fushimi. Yata goes bright red and starts trying to stammer out an explanation while Fushimi looks at it curiously, wondering if Yata keeps a secret weapon in his pants the way Fushimi has hidden poison spines on his tail. Yata’s like “it—it isn’t exactly a weapon” and Fushimi wonders what it is then. He reaches over to touch it and Yata yells at him not to, Fushimi asks if it hurts, maybe if he massages it Yata will feel better. His fingers hover over it while Yata can barely get words out like ‘n-no, it—it isn’t—“. Fushimi innocently asks what it’s for then, is it something he can eat. He ghosts his mouth over it and Yata has to like push him back physically all no don’t.

Fushimi finally can’t take it anymore and just bursts into laughter, imagine him practically rolling around on the beach as he’s like honestly Misaki how big a virgin can you be. Yata snaps not to call him a virgin and then he’s like wait were you teasing me. Fushimi gives this indulgent sigh all you’re so stupid Misaki it’s adorable, shapeshifting into a human (a naked human, which is not helping Yata’s boner). Yata’s like wait you could do this all along and Fushimi shrugs nonchalantly like of course I can idiot, I just never felt like it before. Yata can’t believe Fushimi never told him and Fushimi gets a little nervous, grumbling that he knows he isn’t much as a human, that’s why he prefers being a water sprite. Yata’s immediately like no no you’re good like this too, pulling Fushimi into a kiss. Fushimi smirks that Yata’s still hard and mentions that the offer to help him with that still stands, Yata tells him to shut up but also mutters that if Fushimi wants to maybe they could help each other out. Fushimi grins and gives Yata another deep kiss, pulling him close, and Yata figures this solves one problem at least.

[flareish]

Overwhelmed

kuroo x reader

summary: With so many deadlines coming up the reader is overwhelm and buried in work and can’t help but to lash out. However, Kuroo is always there to pull her back

genre: college AU, fluff, pinch of angst

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none I think

a/n: I have been trying to make all of my requests gender neutral but sometimes I slip up and throw in she/her pronouns so tell me if you notice any that I didn’t catch. Enjoy!

The teachers were out to get you, you were sure of it. You push yourself every day to be the best, to be ahead of everything, all the assignments, all of your classmates just so you could possibly enjoy college as well as have good grades. But what did that get you? Impossibly high expectations. Suddenly everyone around you expected you to ace every test you did and just pull perfect essays out of nowhere. Which is exactly what just happened. You had been working on an essay all night. It hadn’t been your best work but your brain just couldn’t make anything better. That was all you had. You were almost at your limit with no end in sight. Then, despite all your hard work, your teacher handed it back to you saying that “this wasn’t the best I could do and that I shouldn’t start slacking off now”. She thought she was being helpful but right now you wanted to do was strangle her. Sure you could do better. If you didn’t have eight more assignments to do after this. Each one more mentally taxing than the next. But it’s fine, let me just rewrite this essay.

Why couldn’t you just be the kind of person who didn’t care? Or rather had given up caring. They probably learned their lesson that when you try you don’t get the reward you get more work. Why couldn’t you just not care too?

Deciding to jump back into your workload, you sit down at your desk in your dorm and begin to type. Words were kind of flowing. They weren’t exactly coherent thoughts but at least it was something to work with. As if your day couldn’t get any worse, your roommate comes barging in with three of their friends. 

“Oh oops didn’t realize you were studying in here Y/N.” Your roommate said, not actually making an effort to be any quieter though. Shooting back a quick tight smile, not wanting to be rude but also just wanting them to leave. You were hoping they were just grabbing something and then would leave but they went and sat on the bed and turned the TV on. 

You made a show of checking the time before loudly announcing that you were suppose to meet someone at the library. As much as you wanted to be petty and make them feel guilty for interrupting your study time, it was just easier to just leave. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen them do anything except study. Talk about too school for cool.” You heard one of them joke as you left.

“Ugh tell me about it. You wouldn’t believe what time they goes to bed.” Your roommate adds. You roll your eyes and trying to ignore the comments. Is it really that crazy that you’re actually trying to learn at a place where you pay crazy amounts to be taught? You were just so done.

Luckily the library was fairly quiet since it had gotten quite late. You settled into your favorite spot and got to working. Although no matter how hard you tried nothing came to you. There was one sad paragraph on your screen, you must have reread it a million times hoping to spark some kind of inspiration from it. Nothing. Your brain kept drifting off on you and you would end up staring across the library without a single thought in your head. The time just kept slipping by. The more that went the more panicky you got. This was a time that you should be working but you just couldn’t. And of course the more desperate you got for inspiration, the more it avoided you. 

You just let your head drop and hit the table. You were so done. You just wanted to scream. There was no one you could talk to either. Recently anyone that talked to you got snapped at. They were just all so calm and relaxed despite all of the work that has been coming in lately. Here you were, drowning in it, and they were happily swimming. Just the other day you and Kuroo had an argument over homework. He’s taking one of the hardest chemistry classes and he was there telling you it was going to be okay?! It just felt insulting. You knew he didn’t mean it like that but couldn’t he at least pretend to struggle? Damn you boyfriend for being so smart.

You really wanted Kuroo right now. 

As if summoned by your thoughts, you felt hands slide onto your shoulders. You tense up kinda freaked out at who is touching you until you see that it’s him. Kuroo. For a moment you wanted to just throw yourself at him and forget about your homework. But then you remember your argument and how you’ve been a monster lately and resist. He’s having none of that though and keeps his hands on you.

“How long have you been here.” He asks gently. You glance at your computer and notice that it’s almost 3 am.

“What are you doing here?! It’s 3 am.” You say startled at the fact it had gotten that late and that he was also up that late. Usually, he is asleep by ten.

“I could ask you the same thing.” He replies as he straightens and starts packing up your things.

“Uh- Hey! Wait no- give me that! I’m not done yet.” You try and snatch back your stuff but he gives you a stern look and you sink back into your seat. You suddenly realize how tired you are and surrender. He’s finished putting everything away and throws the strap of your back over his shoulder. Prepared to carry your bag for you. Now you feel drained. Your limbs all feel heavy that it’s exhausting to even think about getting up.

“Come on let’s get you back to your dorm.” He mumbles pulling you up by your hand. You let him, flying up from your seat and onto your feet. You land right in his chest and you don’t want to go anywhere but here. For the first time in weeks, you feel calm and secure.

“Can I just stay here for a minute,” Your voice cracks as tears slip down your face. He didn’t say anything, he just wrapped his arms around you and hugged you close to his body. In this moment you felt nothing but love. The relief and comfort you felt was enough to make you cry harder. You don’t know how long you were stood there but no matter how long it was Kuroo never once rushed you. He just let you let it out. Once he saw that you had calmed down he gently pull back, bringing a hand to your cheek to wipe away any stray tears.

“You ready to head back now?” He asked again, planning on walking you back to your dorm.

“I don’t wanna,” You pout, “There’s a ton of people in there and I don’t wanna see any of them.” You are still salty at your roommate and their rude friends.

“Do you want to come to my dorm?” He asks, “Kenma was passed out when I left so it should be quiet.” You nod. You feel him put your backpack on you and you’re confused. You were kind of hoping he would take your backpack for you. You know be a gentleman and all. Then he squats down in front of you. 

“Hop on.” This was pretty normal for the two of you so despite your sleepiness you bounce up onto his back. He adjusts you higher on his back before leaving the library. Waving to library worker on the late shift who giggled at the two of you. 

You snuggled your face into his neck and loosely wrapped your arms around his neck. His footsteps seemed to lull you like a lullaby. You fell into a weird state as your body sleeping but your mind was awake. Hearing everything clear as day but the thought of opening your eyes or moving a muscle seeming impossible. 

You start waking up more when you realize that you have made it to his dorm, letting him toss you down on the bed. You throw your backpack off to the side and head straight for under the covers.

“Ah ah! You’re in dirty clothes,” he gently complains, no real bite behind it. You grumble but let him pull you over to the edge of the bed. You had been so close to sleep. He slides your shirt over your head and replaces it with one of his hoodies. Only then once you’re in his clean clothes does he let you snuggle back into his bed. This time with him in there as well. 

“Goodnight my love.” You finally slip into a peaceful state. You still had a lot of work to do but at least for tonight you will rest without worry. Tomorrow you know you need to make up with Kuroo but you know he could never stay mad at you. Come the morning you know Kuroo will help you with everything. He’s finished giving you space, now you’re stuck with him.

[villxinmiixx]

Can you write about like, redestro and reader at a waterpark...it's just sounds so cute to me. Like reader pulling redestro around the park and wanting to try different slides with him.

I have been rereading your older posts alot lately. They just help me relax and feel happy in middle of a stress full week. I think i have said this many times but i'm gonna say it again. I Appreciate and love your posts and i think many others appreciate them too.❤️ I just wanna let you know that you can take your time writing and you don't have to stress about it at all. You are doing a great job. 👍 (sorry this got so long again) +(hope this made you feel loved or at least appreciated)

splish splash

﹫redestro (yotsubishi rikiya)

♡ gn! reader

♡ genre; fluff

♡ note; why are my followers so sweet i'm going to cry, also- sorry if it sucks i've never been to a waterpark before. 🧍🏻 ALSO SORRY THAT IT'S SHORT!!

you told redestro that it was kind of hot today and the perfect weather to go swimming, he agreed to book an entire waterpark, so no one can disturb you and a certain percentage of the mla members can join in too.

i think redestro never went to a waterpark before, but he did went swimming in his family's pool when he was younger. but never waterparks since he's too busy trying to help his family.

when redestro told the mla lieutenants, most of them kinda uh? sweat dropped at this? but at least your best friend (curious) agreed!

but the guys? two of them were hesitant but agreed to it since redestro did it, trumpet just shrugged and said sure. (ugh daddy always so fine and hot and for what smh)

when all of you arrived you realized that trumpet invited an amount of lower ranked members (with redestro's permission of course) so the park won't be so empty and awkward.

everyone went to the changing rooms that had their assigned gender on it while you went to the changing room that only had one toilet and for one person only, yk. those ones.

when you went out your swimsuit fit splendidly and looked good on you, curious was waving at you to let you know where they were, you quickly walked to them and complimented their swim wear.

geten was wearing a hoodie and trunks, curious was wearing a one piece, trumpet was wearing black trunks, skeptic was wearing a black shirt and swimming trunks, re destro was wearing regular ol' male shorts. you know for a fact geten and skeptic were not going on the water.

and you were right since you after redestro said "go have fun" both of them walked away to a sitting area.

you grabbed your lover's arm and started walking towards the slides and telling his how fun it would be.

everyone cooed and awed at both of you, telling themselves on how a happy and cute couple you were.

you picked the two-seater ride and asked redestro if it was okay for him and he agreed duh, why would he pass on an opportunity to unwind and be with his lover in a waterpark.

you got in on the front of the little boat and motioned rikiya to get on already, he gently went inside the small boat that can barely even fit your whole body and both of you started sliding down in an acceptable speed, when you reached the water both of you technically flipped upside down.

you popped your head out of the water and laughed saying you should both do it again, redestro just smiled at you in amusement.

after a few more sliding and almost drowning laughs you asked curious if she wanted to slide with you, she said yes immediately and both of you started running (in an appropriate speed so you wouldn't trip) towards the highest water slide, you almost fainted because of how high it was.

you locked arms with curious and slid down and technically flew to the water, when you were still underwater a pair of strong arms wrapped around your thighs(or)/waist(or)/ armpits and lifted you up only for you to realize it wasn't a pervert but it was your lover!

rikiya loudly laughed and you nudged his shoulder with your fist, while you were in a fit of giggles.

he dropped you and quickly nuzzled your neck with his face, you blushed when you heard the "ooh"s and "redestro and [last name] sitting in a tree! k-i-s-s-i-n-g!"

redestro laughed it off and asked you if you wanna go on a few other more slides but with a challenge, you reluctantly agreed and went to the water slides once again; he sat down on the top of the slide first and told you to wrap your legs around his torso.

you did as you were told and redestro did not waste any time, the moment you wrapped his torso with your legs he started sliding; you screamed.

while your lover wheezed, when both of you reached the end your legs unwrapped from his torso and you were non-seriously pissed at him.

"you scum! never do that again! 💢" you kept punching his shoulder as he kept on wheezing, til' both of you heard trumpet's voice saying "look out!" as a beach ball missed you by an inch.

you looked at the direction it once came from and geten was scolding skeptic for slamming the ball too far and almost hitting you.

your eyes lit up and asked them if you and redestro could join in the fun, they said sure and you started playing.

never have you known that all of you would be able to have fun together in a lifetime.

©𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐢𝐢𝐱𝐱 - 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐍𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐞𝐝, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧; 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

By My Side (Part 3)

Summary: The reader and Jensen take a quiet moment to get to know one another. While the reader feels like she and Jensen are finally starting to get along for the better, Jensen pulls back and she’s informed her family is coming by to visit...

Masterlist

Pairing: Bodyguard!Jensen x reader

Word Count: 3,700ish

Warnings: language, near drowning, angst

A/N: Enjoy!

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One Week Later

“Good morning,” you said as Jensen yawned, walking into your new and bright kitchen. You sipped on your coffee, Jensen running a hand through his hair.

“Morning. I haven’t slept in on the weekend in forever,” he said. “Speaking of which, what are you doing up? You’re never out of bed this early.”

“Coffee date,” you said, nodding towards the mug at the counter. You smiled as you saw Jensen put it together just as Owen walked in. 

“Oh. Sorry. I’ll get out of your hair,” said Jensen.

“S’no problem. You’re the bodyguard, right?” asked Owen.

“Yeah,” he said, looking Owen up and down. “Well, you look like you can handle yourself.”

“I do alright,” he said.

“Eh, strong and good looking. I approve,” said Jensen. He turned to head back upstairs, a big laugh escaping you as Owen raised an eyebrow. “Sorry. The privacy thing. I forgot.”

“He’s kinda weird,” said Owen under his breath, Jensen’s shoulders tensing as he walked away. 

“He’s just protective. It’s kinda his job,” you said.

“Well he’s still weird,” he said.

“Well he’s part of my life,” you said. “He’s not going away anytime soon.”

“Maybe we should do this another time,” he said. 

“Excellent idea,” you said. You showed him the way out, your eyes mid roll as you went back upstairs. You headed for your room to change into something more comfortable when you heard Jensen grunt from farther down the hall. You turned your head, Jensen looking uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry I messed up your date. I should have kept my mouth shut. I’ll refrain from speaking when you have guests over,” he said.

“I told him about you before he came over. He was rude and I only did the date to appease a friend. Trust me, I like you a Hell of a lot more than that guy.”

“Wow. Must be a dick then considering you hate me,” he said.

“Who said I hated you?” you smiled. “You’re growing on me, Ackles.”

“Don’t go soft on me now, Y/L/N,” he said, running his hand through his messy hair, messing it up even more. “Hey. I do have one question since this is something not really in our contract.”

“What is it?”

“Am I allowed to use the pool out back?” he asked.

“Of course,” you said. “I know you normally prepare your own meals but I wanted to make a bigger dinner tonight and there’s no use in wasting the leftovers if you want to join me.”

“Sure,” he said. “I’ll uh, see you around then.”

“I’lll see you, Ackles.”

After lunch you were sat on your back patio, trying to read a book but your eyes kept wandering over to where Jensen was swimming. He was timing himself obviously, a watch on his wrist as he swam back and forth, over and over again. You tried to not stare but it was hard not to watch the muscles rippling in his back or his shoulders flex each time he moved. After a while he stopped in the shallow end, floating on his back as he shut his eyes and caught his breath. His chest heaved and you swallowed as he straightened up and stepped out of the water.

His swim trunks stuck to his thighs as he walked over and grabbed the towel on the chair beside you. You kept your head in your book but he sat beside you, checking his watch for a minute.

“Nice swim?” you asked, Jensen wiping himself off as he sat. 

“More of a workout,” he said. “You have a good sized pool for it.”

“I have a home gym. Or will have one shortly. If you want anything for it, just let me know and I can order it,” you said, turning the page. 

“You got a bench press?” he asked.

“No,” you said. “Just email me a link to whatever you want and I’ll get it.”

“You sure?” he asked.

“Yeah. It’s a business expense. I think keeping you strong is part of your job,” you said. You glanced over the page and he nodded.

“You one of those yoga girls?” he asked.

“You got something against yoga?” you asked.

“No. It requires more strength than people realize, especially in the legs,” he said. “Simply asking.”

“I pretty much do what the show tells me to. Bike, HIIT, do some weight training, yoga for flexibility. Nothing major,” you said.

“How do they enforce something like that?” he asked as he ran the towel over his head.

“It’s more of an honor system kind of thing,” you said. “They gave Gen and me personal trainers before the show started but that was it.”

“You ever do boxing, kick boxing, that sort of thing?” he asked.

“Kick boxing. I broke my hand when I did boxing. Was in a brace half of season two because of it.”

He stared at you before he grabbed both your wrists in one hand, your book falling into your lap. You scowled but he threw his hand over your mouth before you could speak. He tugged your hands downward and you took a deep inhale, Jensen nodding.

“Good. You didn’t panic. It’s hard to teach that one,” he said. “You don’t need to learn strength. You have it already. We just need to fine tune how to use it if I’m not around.”

You mumbled and he moved his hand away.

“I thought I was going to be taking a class.”

“You’re better suited to learn one on one. Jared offered to help with some more examples if needed,” he said. He tugged on your hands again, pulling them closer to him and making you scoot over to the edge of your chair. “Without harming me, how do you get out?”

“I’m not gonna care about not harming someone if this was real,” you said.

“True. But I’d like to see how your brain works under duress when it’s challenged. I’m not gonna hurt you but I will make this uncomfortable. If you want me to stop, just give me the finger, okay?” 

“What are you gonna do?” you asked, swallowing thickly.

“Not gonna hurt you. Just gonna send your brain into hyperdrive. Trust me?” he asked. You nodded and he smiled. “Good. Like I said, try to get your hands free without hurting me.”

Next thing you knew he yanked you up to your feet and practically dragged you over to the grass. He pushed you down and threw a hand over your mouth and nose, your eyes wide.

“Relax. You’re smart. Think.”

You tried squirming out but it was no use and he had your hands pinned to your chest. You tried looking around but his hand stayed on you and you squeezed your eyes shut. Think. He wanted you to think.

He had decided to do this out of the blue, after you told him what you did for your training for the show. Something in what you’d said obviously gave him an idea that you knew how to get out.

You opened your eyes and stared up at him, Jensen staring down. You planted your feet flat on the ground and thrust up, moving him off of you enough for his hand to fall away from your face. You took a deep breath as you used your leg to block his arm before you rolled on top of him, sitting on his chest with your legs on either side of his neck.

“Let go or I make you,” you said with a pant. He released your hands like that, giving you a nod of approval. “That wasn’t so-”

He rolled and grabbed for you again but you rolled out of the way, doing it once more and feeling your skin scrap on concrete before you fell right into the water.

You were still getting your breath back and had tried sucking in as you fell, immediately coughing as the water shifted and an arm wrapped around your waist. You coughed up a bit of water when you broke the surface, Jensen swimming into the shallow end with you.

“You’re okay,” he said as you coughed some more water up, a hand running up and down your back. You let out a large hack and felt better after that, Jensen picking you up and carrying you back over to the patio. He sat you down on the chair and gently shoved your head between your knees, the back door opening for a moment before he returned.

He put a towel over you and you sat up, his hand running over your head.

“Didn’t mean to nearly drown you,” he said. You nodded, letting out a small cough and putting your hand on your throat. “Take a quick shower and I’ll clean up that arm. I got the trick for that throat too.”

You nodded and stood up, heading inside and rinsing off the chlorine. You changed into fresh clothes and came downstairs, Jensen coming back from his room with a red duffel bag.

“What’s that?” you asked, your hand shooting to your neck again.

“First aid. I could perform surgery on you with what’s in this bag if I had to,” he said. “Try not to talk.”

He set the bag on the kitchen counter, digging around and pulling out a few things. He took your arm and wiped it off with something that burned over the skin, carefully wrapping some gauze over the raw flesh. He set the bag on the ground and went into the cupboard, taking out a glass. He filled it with water and took out the bottle of honey from the pantry, squeezing a good amount inside before he mixed it up and stuck a tea bag in it before nuking it. He stirred it again when it was done and handed it to you. You took a cautious sip but it made your throat feel better and you smiled.

“Nearly drowned on a mission once. The medic said his mom would do that whenever he had a really bad sore throat and it did the trick.”

“You almost drowned? I thought you were superman,” you said. Jensen smiled and rubbed the back of his neck. “You were holding your breath when you were swimming earlier, weren’t you, testing yourself.”

“Don’t want to be in that position again,” he said. “We will keep our distance from the water if we practice outdoors again. You did good. I see why you got away the first time.”

“Well, I feel like a dumbass,” you said, shaking your head.

“I’m the dumbass, not you. It was dangerous to do that so close to the water. It was dangerous to do in the first place without telling you.”

“Yeah but I understood your point. If shit goes wrong, I can’t panic, no matter how much I want to,” you said.

“I’m still sorry. I’m going to clean up and go out for awhile. I might not come home tonight,” he said.

“I thought you living here was so I’m not alone,” you said.

“One night won’t kill you. There’s no real threats against you at the moment anyways. Besides, I think I said I would keep my private life away from the house,” he said, giving you a look.

“Oh. You’re looking for a hookup tonight,” you said. “You don’t seem like a hookup guy.”

“I don’t think that’s your concern. Just...don’t worry if you don’t see me the rest of the day,” he said before he headed to his room. 

“Alrighty then,” you said. “You do you, Jensen.”

It was just after midnight when you were in the mood for a snack. You skipped down the stairs, whistling as you hopped into the kitchen.

“What are-”

You screamed and jumped back into the kitchen, a weary looking Jensen sitting up on the couch.

“Wow, you are loud,” he said, blinking slowly. You narrowed your eyes and he groaned.

“Are you drunk?” you asked, walking over as he laid back down.

“Very. I didn’t quite make it to my room,” he said. 

“You land anybody?” you asked.

“No. Just wanted a drink really, got carried away,” he said. He threw his arm over his face and sighed. You went back over to the kitchen, finding some leftovers from dinner as Jensen sat up. “Shit, I was supposed to have dinner with you tonight.”

“I offered. It wasn’t a thing. I’m gonna eat the leftovers anyways,” you said as you stuck the container in the microwave. You got out a fork and felt him watching you while you found a pasta bowl to put the food in. “Can you stop staring?”

“Be slow. Is it just me or do you see that small red light outside the back door?” he asked. You risked a small glance out the kitchen window but you didn’t see anything. “It’s on the treeline.”

“No,” you said, popping the food out of the microwave and sticking it in the bowl. You walked over to where he was and looked outside again, still seeing nothing. “There’s nothing there. You’re still drunk.”

“True but I recognize small lights in dark places,” he said, forcing himself to stand. “Take your food into my room.”

“Why?” you asked.

“Cause I’m about to find out who the fuck is in the backyard,” he said, taking his gun out of his back tholster. “Go. Now. Call the police if I’m not back in two minutes.”

“Be careful,” you said. He nodded but he was already pushing on your back and walking you upstairs into his room. He pulled the door shut behind you and you stood there for a moment, taking a bite of your pasta. You sat down on his bed, watching the door.

Almost two minutes later it opened and he took a deep breath.

“You had a paparazzi spying on your property from your neighbor Doug’s yard. I like Doug.”

“What’d he do?”

“Punched the paparazzi guy in the face. He has teenage daughters and you know how dads are when they think grown men are trying to take pictures of their daughters in their bedrooms. Cops are coming but you’re fine,” he said.

“I should go apologize,” you said.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. Doug said we ever need something or if you’re in trouble, head over there. He’s ex air force.”

“How the Hell is he living in this neighborhood then?”

“His wife is some famous singer or something. I didn’t catch the whole thing. Point is, there’s no threat. I did get this pap’s name and credentials though so he and his office will be hearing from me in the morning.”

“You did all that in two minutes?”

“I’m efficient.”

“I see,” you said. “Well...thanks. Have a snack before bed. It’ll help.”

“You’re not scared?” he asked.

“No. Why would I be?” you asked. He stared at you and you left his room, Jensen clearing his throat when you were in the hall. “What?”

“I don’t get you. You should be scared, at least a little scared.”

“Well I’m not. It was a paparazzi. I’m fine, don’t worry about it,” you said. “Goodnight, Jensen.”

“You jump at me but not the fact someone was spying on you. You don’t freak out over me nearly drowning you but you get scared of someone taking you. You’re not afraid of the night or being alone but you gave in easier than I expected when I said I’d stay here all the time.”

“Maybe it’s because I trust you. I don’t know. I’m fine. Goodnight,” you said. 

“I didn’t say it was a problem,” he said. You shook your head and returned your bowl down to the kitchen. A minute later you were up in your bedroom and crawling under the covers, taking a deep breath. The bed was cool again and you pulled your covers up around you, a quiet knock at the door making you open your eyes. 

“What?” you called.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

“Why?”

“Because I remembered your day job is to pretend and you probably are very good at pretending in most any situation, even scary ones,” he said.

“What’s your point?” you said as you sat up.

“I think you’re a little shook up and I think I agreed to be nicer. I know a thing or two about feeling that way,” he said.

“Jensen. Go to bed. That’s an order,” you said.

“Yes mam.”

It was quiet and you sat back down in bed, the door suddenly opening. He walked in with a blanket and put it over you, ignoring your pout.

“I said-”

“My job is to protect you. Even from your own head sometimes. Goodnight,” he said as he pulled the door shut after himself.

“You’re still ridiculous, Ackles.”

Two Weeks Later

“How’s the manager search going?” asked Jared when he and Gen were over for dinner one night. 

“Fine,” you said, catching Jensen walk past the dining room in his suit. 

“So what’s it like having a bodyguard?” asked Gen as you caught Jensen’s eyes. He quickly turned his head away and left. 

“Fine,” you said.

“Jay says you guys don’t talk much,” said Jared.

“Not so much. We were starting to...he stopped talking to me for the most part a few weeks ago. He said he needs to focus so whatever,” you said. Gen made a face but you shoved another forkful of food in your mouth. Jared asked about the show some and you knew he was doing it on purpose which you were grateful for.

You didn’t quite understand why Jensen’s demeanor had suddenly changed. It was sweet how he had given you a blanket, not just any but one that was his personally. The morning after the paparazzi incident you were planning to tell him just that but he was already awake, in his suit and very grumpy. At first you thought he was hungover but it was just him. You’d caught him in his workout clothes once but besides that, he was all business now and didn’t talk to you unless you were going out.

“He’s cute,” said Gen, your head lifting up to realize Jared had left the room. “Jensen. Not my type but he’s hot and he’s a good guy.”

“I know he’s Jared’s friend but do you know him?” you asked.

“Yeah. I’ve known him a long time. He’s different when he’s working a job. I’ve never really seen him when he’s under a contract. Outside of work, he’s the sweetest thing there ever was, kinda like Jare in that way, you know? I’m a little surprised at his behavior to be honest. He’s a really close friend and he’s just not himself right now.”

“I’ve seen him be sweet but it’s rare. I thought we were getting along better compared to the jumping down each other’s throats we were doing but he doesn’t talk to me anymore. I don’t get it.”

“...Y/N, it’s kind of obvious what’s going on.”

“What is?”

“He likes you,” she said. “The way he looks at you-”

“He gets paid to look at me.”

“You pay him to look at you like that?” she asked. “No. That’s all him. The guy works and works and the reason he is single is cause he’s afraid he can’t do his job if he’s worried about dying and leaving the poor girl at home alone. Well you...he likes you. What do you think his genius move would be to fix that?”

“Push me away,” you said as she sat back and nodded. “He doesn’t like me. He thinks I’m a bitch.”

“Ms. Y/L/N,” said Jensen, suddenly appearing at the doorway and you knew there was no way he hadn’t just heard at least part of that conversation. With a swallow you stood, Gen finishing off her glass of wine. You followed Jensen around the corner, his body stiff.

“Listen, we were just-”

“I don’t really care. I wanted to inform you that your mother just phoned. She and the rest of your family will be coming to visit tomorrow.”

“What do you mean rest of my family?”

“Your father and brothers,” said Jensen, your face already snarling. “They said-”

“Mom was supposed to come. Just mom. Not the step family from hell,” you said. “My step brother has a record. Did you know that?”

“Yes, I was aware. Nothing abhorrent,” he said.

“Nick and Michael, the fucking wonder twins, they left me alone with a group of random weirdos to go get high on pot,” you said. “I was twelve years old!”

“I believe they will be coming as well,” said Jensen. “I will make myself scarce for the-”

“Oh no you will not,” you said. “Tomorrow is Monday and you work on Monday’s last I checked.”

“I did not say I would not work. I said I would be scarce,” he said. “Simply wanted to inform you before surprise guests appear.”

“Lovely,” you mumbled. “Tomorrow’s going to be awesome.”

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A/N: Read Part 4 here!