#a roller coaster can look fun but only riding it will tell you how rough the tracks are

[sysmedsaresexist]

Hot Take

Functional multiplicity and final fusion aren't really all that different in practice and experience, and you should all stop overthinking it

Worrying, fussing, and arguing is only going to stress you out, and we all know what stress does to systems

Relax and stop policing and scaring others, especially if you're not currently experiencing either

Slow down, take things one day a time, recognize and accept that your goals can change, that you collectively have more of a say in what happens than you think, and consider, maybe they're surprisingly similar experiences that are rewarding in ultimately similar ways

[buryymeinblack]

hello!

For someone that has never ever been on a roller coaster due to fears and anxiety, do you know of any types of roller coasters that might be good for someone that's never gone and/or do you have any interesting safety facts about roller coasters?

thank you for your time and consideration I hope the question is not too big :)

Omg yes!!!! Thank you for asking!!!!!! I will always always talk about roller coasters when asked!! I love talking about them lol thank you for the opportunity to!

Starting with the Safety Rant!!! My obsession with roller coasters actually stems from my obsession with Tragic Freak Disasters. A few years ago, I started researching roller coaster accidents and why they happened. I ran out of accidents to learn about. I ran out because they're so few and far between. So I started learning about why they don't happen often! I used to be so scared of roller coasters, because I'm a very anxious and paranoid person. After taking a deep dive into how they work and why accidents happen, I realized I genuinely had nothing to be scared of.

A lot of roller coaster accidents in media are highly exaggerated — for example, out of all the roller coasters on the planet, only ONE has ever gotten stuck upside down on a loop. And the infamous Final Destination scene has been TORN INTO by roller coaster enthusiasts & engineers (I highly suggest watching any video that dismantles why that scene is ridiculous!). You've probably seen a lot of media telling you that roller coasters are dangerous and risky, when that isn't the case in the slightest!

Roller coasters seem more dangerous than they are because the few accidents are so highly publicized. When people are scared of something, they'll feel validated when something confirms they were right to avoid it. So journalists dramatize the shit out of the very few accidents that happen. In reality, they are the safest way to have fun. They're inspected thoroughly daily, and even more thoroughly weekly. You're statistically more likely to get hurt on the drive to the amusement park. You're statistically more likely to get struck by lightning standing in line! Ask any roller coaster designer or operator or maintenance person, and they'll tell you there are literally failsafes for the failsafes. I think they call it layers of redundancy because nothing is likely to go wrong in the first place lol.

Even if it's just about the roller coaster looking scary, and not about how they're generally viewed as dangerous, learning how they work will be an incredible help. Like, knowing that the lap bar is actually supposed to make you feel like you're gonna fly out will make airtime feel a lot less scary. Knowing how block zones work will eliminate any fear of crashing into something on the track. I suggest Coaster Bot on youtube for this type of thing!

TLDR for the safety part: Roller coasters get a bad rap because they're scary-looking, kind of like snakes and spiders. Learning about the dangers of them will miraculously make them seem less scary. You'll quickly find that accidents are super super rare, and that you're perfectly safe from the moment you're strapped in to the moment you step off the ride.

As for which roller coasters are the best for first-timers – I'd look at the amusement park's map to see what the smallest one is! Not a kiddie coaster, but a tamer Big Boy Coaster. Most places with roller coasters have some kind of thrill rating next to every ride on the map, and you could start with the smallest/least intense one. Then go for the second smallest, and so on! Wooden coasters tend to have much tamer layouts, but they're more rough and jerky. Steel coasters are much smoother, but their layouts can be a bit more intense or go upside down. Wooden vs. steel just depends on what you think sounds less scary.

I'd also recommend doing a launched coaster first (if your park has one)!! You can't get super scared on the way up to the first drop if you don't have the time to get scared. It's IMMEDIATE fun without the pants-shitting anticipation of the lift hill's click-click-click. Just try not to look at the other launches before you get on!!!

or, if you immediately want to get over any fears you may have... ride the biggest one first. Just spot the biggest one in the park and make a beeline for it. Don't even let yourself think about it. starting small works, but it makes every new coaster scarier than the last — if you ride the biggest one first, none of the other ones will be NEARLY as scary! It takes a lot of balls but it's worth it!!!!

No matter which route you take, just make sure to remind yourself: these are specially designed to be scary, but they're also specially designed to be FUN. The worst thing that can happen to you is nausea afterwards, and even then, it goes away after sitting down for a while!

I also suggest taking friends with you that'll peer pressure you into riding something lol. All I needed to get over my caveman brain anxiety was a little bit of bullying! It really does help.

TLDR for the First Coaster: Anything that doesn't look too intimidating! And if they all look too intimidating, go for one where you don't have the time to psych yourself out of it. Or just ride the biggest one and stop being scared forever! Just keep reminding yourself that they are fun, they're designed to be fun, and that you will have fun!!!

Sorry if I went on for too long or if I come off as Insane Fucking Crazy! I'm very passionate about roller coasters and emphasizing how safe and fun they are. Good luck, and have fun!!! Drink a lot of water and bring something to put your loose belongings in!!

[g0ldengubler]

lunchtime ~ spencer reid

A/N: THIS IS VERY UNEDITED VERY HORRIBLE WRITING! i just wanted to get this out. this is a kink i have but never really talked about it. but i hope u still enjoy! it’s very weird so if you don’t want to read it you don’t have to :)

Category: smut (NSFW18+)

CW: rough sex, riding, doggystyle, special guests listening in

Summary: spencer reid works a lot. he’s an fbi agent, he can’t help but be a workaholic! but when you guys finally get time to yourselves, what happens when it’s risky interrupted?

Word Count: 2078

✨masterlist✨

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having a boyfriend who works in the FBI isn’t all rainbows and sunshine. Because of his job, Dr.Spencer Reid was always either gone on a case or working on cases at home. he could be doing it in the office, but spencer was a sweet guy and made a middle ground to see his girlfriend more. he was just as passionate about her as he was with his job, calling her every night when he was away, making sure to treat her when he got back or when he was done for the day. he made sure she knew she was important to him, which wasn’t something she ever felt from a guy who was a workaholic.

today was just like every other day. spencer got to do case files at home as there was no case as of then. Y/n tried her best to take care of him while working, as a return of the favor. She made him his favorite waffles that morning and even made him a fresh cup of coffee just the way he likes it-a cup of sugar with coffee to mix. He kissed her on the forehead, convinced that he didn’t deserve her. once he was done he went straight to work. In a way, y/n pretty much worked with him as his personal Penelope Garcia, as he was an old man when it came to computers.

it was lunchtime at this point. y/n walked into his office and stood in the door frame, watching his fingers move down the page in his book as he read. his fingers made her melt, and he knew that. clouds began to form in her head as thoughts of what he could do with this fingers took hold of her. she didn’t even notice he was wanting her attention as he snapped her out of her daydreams with a snap of his fingers.

“Bubs, are you ok?” spencer asked. he was still at his desk, his finger placed at the spot he was at. you looked back at him from his finger, noticing what he was wearing and it wasn’t helping your case at all. while he was wearing his favorite maroon cardigan that he thrifted (still lux though as it was ralph lauren), he also wore a pair of grey sweatpants. clever of him for the moments he had to video chat with people.

you were quickly out of your thoughts yet again as you felt your body move without you knowing before. you walked towards him as he turned his chair to your side. you noticed he was half hard in his pants, as the imprint of himself showed through. you sat on his lap and ran your fingers through your hair, peppering kisses below his ear. he chuckled, thinking you were being cute, but you were just getting started.

“it’s lunchtime bubs.” you whispered as you softly grind against him.

spencer put his hands on your his after guiding your body to straddle him. he guides them as his lips touch yours. “good,” he said in between kisses, gently rubbing circles over your shorts in the place you wanted him most, “i’m starving.”

not only was spencer the sweetest, softest man you’ve ever met, but he was also the sexiest and dirtiest. he was rough like a wild bear but soft as a teddy bear-taking such good care of you after he ruined you to filth. no one would ever believe the things you two have done together in the past year. no one would especially believe what happened today.

as spencer’s about to slide his hand down your shorts, his phone rang. he groan softly under his breath as his right hand left your side to grab his phone. you were a little annoyed at first, but once he put the phone to his ear, an idea popped into your head.

“hey hotch...” he said. you slowly leaned down and went back to the spot below his ear, sucking and nibbling it softly.

this wasn’t something new to the both of you. it was a fun little game you’d play if either of phones rang while you were in the middle of it, seeing how long they could last at acting normal. by now, spencer had got the hang of it and made it easy for him when it was any of his coworkers. today, however, he was almost struggling.

you heard other voices on the phone as well. you could tell by how low they all sounded that it was 3 of the men on his team.

“yeah, i was um...about to have lunch.”

you decided to try and break him a little, sucking a little bit harder.

“can i call y-“ a soft moan left his lips, cutting him off his sentence. his eyes bulged out of his head as his mouth fell open. you quickly coughed in a lower tone to help him out, trying not to laugh.

“yeah, luke i’m fine,” he said, “just stubbed my toe....shut up morgan!”

you giggled softly to yourself, but not softly enough. you heard laughing from his phone and realized you were busted.

“hi boys!” you said, jokingly sounding seductive.

spencer gave you a look that said ‘are you kidding me?’ which made you giggle even more. you hear morgan on the other end say, “aww, did we interrupt your lunch?”

“yeah, you did! we were just about to get started.”

spencer placed the phone back to his ear, taking a deep breath before speaking. “look seriously can we-“

he paused, listening to whoever was talking. slowly, spencer removed the phone from his ear and covered it with his shoulder. he looked unsure of himself, as if he was trying to gather the courage to speak.

“bubs,” he said weakly, “do you um...uh..d-do you want to...have the phone on speaker?”

you thought for a moment. you were always secretly into things like this, but never told spencer because you thought he would find it weird. but seeing him look kind of into it didn’t help the puddle forming in your shorts.

“you don’t have to if you don’t want to. whatever your comfortable with!”

you thought for one more moment before taking his phone out of his hands and putting it on speaker for him, setting it down on his desk. he looks at you confused.

“let’s put on a show for your coworkers, daddy.”

“ooooo coming in with the big guns already!” said Luke.

“y/n does not play.” said Hotch.

Spencer was frozen in his tracks. he couldn’t believe the words coming out of their mouths, let alone what was going on.

“well come on then daddy, give us a show! my popcorn is getting cold.” teased morgan.

spencer rolled his eyes at morgan before his lips attacked yours. you continued your grinding on him, this time he was grinding back. you moaned through the kiss as his hands went back in your shorts, rubbing circles on your clit.

“oh wow, spencer got a girl to moan like that!” said Morgan.

“is he making you feel good, hun?” asked hotch.

“fuck yesssss!” you let out a long moan as spencer moved faster with his motions. he let out a groan and cursed under his breath. you felt his pressed under your thigh and that made you try to hold in how turned on you really were. you held on for dear life on the armrests of his chair as he leaned back a little bit.

“are you getting close, baby girl?” asked morgan.

“yes yes yes fuuuck daddy please let me cum.”

“you wanna cum for me, angel?” asked spencer.

“yes omg please i’m so fucking close!”

“cum for him, princess.” said Luke.

before you could fall down the hill like on a roller coaster, you felt incomplete as he took his fingers out. you let out a little whine, letting the guys know he didn’t let you cum.

“ooooo doctor genius over there didn’t let her cum, how sad.” teased Luke.

“what are you going to do now?” asked Hotch.

“because she’s about to get fucked and really show you how much of slut she truly is. well, MY slut at least.”

spencer took his painfully hard cock out as you moved your shorts to the side. you felt the head enter you and shortly his whole length was slammed deep inside you before you even make a sound. you let out a quiet gasp before a loud moan escaped from your throat.

he let you adjust, but only for a short moment as he quickly began pounding you, holding you from your ass. you were a moaning mess at this point, letting out more dramatic, pornographic ones for the guys.

“fuck he’s really an animal isnt he?” teased Hotch.

“you like being pounded like a dirty slut?” asked Luke.

you moaned out a yes, but it wasn’t enough for them.

“use your words, baby girl.” said Morgan.

“i love being pounded like a dirty slut!”

“tell them who’s slut you are.” spencer growled.

you held onto him from behind his head and pushed his face in between your tits. “i’m you’re slut, spencer,” you moaned, “i’m daddy’s little slut!”

“you’re such a good girl, y/n.” said Hotch.

“fuck daddy can i cum? please let me cum ive been a good girl!”

“what do you think?” spencer asked.

“cum, baby girl.” said morgan

“cum for him, princess.” said Luke.

“cum hard all over his cock, baby.” said Hotch.

you finally came all over his cock, screaming as the pleasure surged through your body. spencer helped you ride out your orgasm and let you catch your breath.

“holy shit” said Luke.

“oh we’re not done yet,” said spencer, “she deserves a reward for doing so well.”

he takes you off his cock and makes you stand up, flipping you around so you were in front of him, your ass sticking out. he quickly put his cock back inside of you and luke and morgan cheered on. he pounds you harder this time, making sure you lose your voice by the time you’re done.

“youre such a dirty slut,” spencer growled, taking a handful of your hair and pulling it, “letting me fuck you over the phone with not just my friends, my coworkers. you like putting on a show for people? you want people to know how much of a fucking slut you are for me?”

your eyes rolled to the back of your head at his words. the pure filth in them almost pushing you off the edge as you squeezed around his cock. even the guys grew silent.

“fuck keep doing that angel, keep squeezing daddy’s cock like tha-shit im close. you want my cum inside you?”

“oh my god yes please, i want to be full of your cum daddy!”

hearing you say those words through him over the edge as you feel him filling you up, hearing him moan your name and cursing under his breath. he stayed inside you for a bit before he caught his breath and left to go get something to clean you up with. when he comes back he looks at you sitting in front of him, watching his cum drip out of you and onto his work chair. he wasn’t even mad about it.

“you did so good, bubs.” he says, walking over and kneeling in front you before cleaning you up.

“you were amazing, baby!” you say. he comes back up and kisses you, and it was hard to break away. but somehow you did after what felt like hours and laughed at yourselves for what you just did. you then remembered they were still on the phone. spencer grabs his phone and faces it towards them.

“well? how was the show?” you asked.

“holy-“

“fuck.” luke cut morgan off.

you had left them speechless before hotch finally spoke up.

“....we will not speak of this at work.”

[excitedlysuffering]

❝𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝗼𝐟 𝐏𝗼𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭❞

➥𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖤𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇

Music drifted through your car and the warm breeze was filtering through the windows, creating a perfect road trip.

Ideally, you never would’ve agreed to something so spontaneous, but Kuroo was... nice. He was a breath of fresh air and that was something you could really use right now.

At this point, you’d been going for about an hour and a half, and you could feel the build up of anticipation as you nearer the amusement park.

Ding

You glanced at your phone, unsurprised to see the boys texting you after ‘so long’ of your radio silence.

You snorted at the texts between the boys flying across your screen. You didn’t pick up your phone yet, not wanting to text and drive.

“Hey Siri, group call ‘Who’s Braincell Is It Anyway?’.” Instead, you planned on calling them. The dial tone rang out and in moments the boys were picking up one by one.

“Hey, (Y/N)! How’s it going?” Yūji was the first to speak, his enthusiasm clear. “Hey! It’s going well! There’s only a half an hour left!”

“Seriously? No traffic?” Tōru asked, incredulous. I grinned, victoriously. “Kuroo texted me an alternate route that has less traffic, so it’s been clear roads the whole way.”

“Sounds like a keeper,” Yūji teased. “How long are you guys planning to stay?” Hajime asked, speaking over the faux blonde. “Mmm... we haven’t decided that yet. But it’s only about 11, so we have most of the day.”

“Bring back souvenirs, please!” Tōru exclaimed. You snorted. “I’ll think about it, greedy.” You heard his indignant whine come through the phone and you laughed.

“Did you look up the place at all?” Hajime questioned, curiously. “Yeah, apparently it’s a cultural park! It has a waterpark and regular rides, as well.”

“Are there food places nearby?” Yūji interjected. “Yeah, apparently there’s a bunch of them too.”

The four of you continued to chat, the boys helping to pass the car time and increasing your excitement for the park.

+

You had just finished buying your ticket, the plastic card now safe in your wallet. You pulled out your phone, prepared to text Kuroo to see if he had arrived yet.

“Fancy seeing you here,” A voice spoke up from directly beside you. A startled shriek left your lips and you spun around, coming face to face with Kuroo and his wide smirk.

“Kuroo! You scared the shit out of me!” You retorted, playfully punching him. The obnoxious laugh that he let out immediately after coaxed out your own laughter, and soon both of you were bent over at the waist, cackling.

You were sure the two of you were getting weird looks, but at the moment you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

“Okay- okay,” Kuroo huffed, finally catching his breath, “what do you want to do first?” For the first time, your gaze landed on the actual park.

All kinds of rides and booths met your eyes and a slow grin spread across your face. “Wanna go on the crazy roller coasters first?”

A devious grin was your only response.

In about four hours the two of you had managed to try every ride and play nearly every game.

The two of you had all but ran around like over excited children, but you couldn’t deny that today had been one of the most fun days you’d had in a long while.

“Damn, I’m famished,” Kuroo groaned, running a hand through his messy hair. “Same, should we look for one of the nearby restaurants?”

“Probably. And if we hurry, we can probably make it back in time for the firework show.” Your eyes snapped up to his. “Fireworks?”

Kuroo grinned nodding. “When I was looking for you earlier,” he paused to grin teasingly at you, to which you just scoffed, “I saw flyers advertising a firework show at 8.”

A wide grin spread across your face at the thought. “Well, let’s hurry and eat then!” You pulled out your phone, searching for a nearby place to eat. Your free hand reached for Kuroo’s jacket, not wanting to get separated again in the crowd.

Or at least, that’s what you’d tell Kuroo. “How does ramen sound?”

♩ 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ♩

➥𝘖𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘠/𝘕 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘺'𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳.

❥A/N-

Long chapter today! And lots of progress as well! Too bad there’s rough roads ahead </3

Kuroo and (Y/N) stayed on the phone almost the whole two hours they were driving.

Yes, (Y/N) got lost, and yes, she did hold onto Kuroo’s jacket, which they both enjoyed, not that they’d admit it though.

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𝘕𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥

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[shigarakis-fifth-hand]

The “Better Half”; A Poly KiriBaku x Reader Fanfic

As Izuku Midoryia’s twin sister, you face many issues. But as life throws you one after another, somehow there are two people who are always there for you.

Enjoy the series | one two three four five

It was September 13th, and you came into the world. Into the arms of your mother, she was able to look at you lovingly before handing you to your father. Big, bright green eyes and dark green hair with pale skin and few freckles. You were healthy if not on the skinny side, and surprisingly, not crying your eyes out like most children do. It would be something to be concerned about if you were not looking at your father’s face curiously, and then at the room around you. To your eyes which had seen nothing but darkness, the bright room looked like heaven.

Five minutes and two seconds after, your brother came to the world after you, crying and screaming louder than most children, but at least it was more normal than you. Your mother held him for a minute, before you both were taken by the nurses to be checked for health. Your brother, with dark green hair with lighter highlights and dark green eyes with more freckles than you, was smaller although he had been the one getting the most food. He wiggled around and cried, being the loudest one around.

You, on the other hand, was surprisingly calm except when a needle had been stuck into you to check for your health, causing you to cry for a minute before getting distracted by the nice nurse caring for you. You were washed, and put into the softest blanket-outfit thing with mittens, which you hated, and taken back to your parents with the nurses’ disappointment. Your brother’s caretaker was more than happy to give him back though. Your mother held your brother, loving looking at him with happiness in her eyes as he looked at his sleeping face.

“Look how sweet, he’s snoring.” Your dear mother, Inko Midoryia, looked up at her husband, Hizashi, who held you. “She’s looking around. She’s so calm, it’s almost worrying.” He smiled at you, who was now running your entire hand along one of his fingers, surprised by the rough texture. “They look different.” Inko smiled, now looking at you with lust in her eyes. “She’s prettier. Hands down. And better behaved.” He explained as Inko smiled back at her son, sighing. “They’re going to be equal, and be best friends.” She smiled happily.

“She’s going to protect him, and he’s going to do the same for her. If they’re not, then we’ve failed as parents.” Inko explained, thinking about how her own sister hadn't talked to her in years. “Yes, but I can tell she’s going to be the leader.” Hizashi explained to his wife, who shot him an annoyed side-eye that went un-noticed. “That’s okay though. As long as they’re both happy.” Inko smiled back at her son, hoping that she wouldn't have to worry about them. Little did she know...

Four years later from that day, you and your brother went to the theme park for your birthday with your two parents. Your brother, named Izuku by your dear mother, was holding onto your arm as you both entered the park. “Ichiko! Look!” He pointed up to the tall rollercoaster overlooking the rest of the park, using your name. You had been named Ichiko by your father, which meant “Alpha” or “First child”. It was known to everyone who observed his actions that your father not only favored you, but loved that you were the stronger, taller, and “best” compared to your brother.

“We should ride it! Come on Dad, let’s go!” You began to run before your father grabbed onto your arm and pulled you back forcefully, making him receive several glances from the parents around him for treating a young child with such force and strength. Yet, in his words “you could handle it”, and thanks to his forceful parenting, you had built up the strength to get used to it. “Not yet, we’re waiting on someone.” Just as he finished his sentence, he was met with yelling from nearby. “Is that Inko Midoryia?!” 

You all turned to see a spiky-haired blonde woman running towards you. “Inko babe! It’s been so long!! You haven’t changed a bit!!” She hugged your mother, before turning to your father. “Aye! ‘Zashi bro! How’s it going?! God, you two are such highschool sweetheart goals!” She yelled loudly and full of energy, before turning to the two of you. “Are these who I think they are?! Oh my gosh, you guys are adorable! God I wish I would have had a daughter, you’re such a dollface! And you, such a lady’s man! Goodness me!”

‘Mitsuki, it’s so good to see you. Where’s little Katsuki and-” Inko was interrupted by yelling from a small child walking up to you. “Mommmm. Where’s my water bottle, I can’t find it!” You turned to see a smaller, male version of Mitsuki with the same hairstyle and a black skull t-shirt with shorts. “Katsuki, be quiet. At least say hi to Inko and her children. We brought you to have a play date. It’s their birthday.” Mitsuki explained, before turning back to continue her conversation with the adults. 

“Hi! I’m Ichiko!” You waved at the boy, who looked quite shocked. “It’s your birthday?” Katsuki asked as you nodded, before pulling out a plastic water bottle from your tiny backpack. “It’s unopened. You look hot.” You grinned, tossing it to him as he caught it. He inspected the closed lid before opening it slowly and taking a long sip suspiciously. “I didn’t put anything in it silly. Now do you want to go on that flipping ship or the roller-coaster? I think the two of us meet the height requirement!” You asked as his eyes lit up. A girl who liked rollercoasters??!!

No way, he had to reveal you for the fake extra you really were. “Rollercoaster. I heard it does two 180s, and it’s really fast. I heard someone fell off and broke their leg.” He tried to make you nervous, but only was even more confused when you began smiling. “Well if it’s really fun and it was only the leg, we’ll be fine! Plus two 180s is better than one, so that’s great!!” Bakugo watched as you turned to Izuku who was behind you. “This is my brother Izuku.” You gestured to him, who waved shyly, receiving a confused glance from Katsuki.

So the girl was the outgoing one and the boy was the shy, short one? Strange, but also weirdly cool. Katsuki didn’t have any girl friends, and barely any friends to begin with, so many you could be cool. “Alright kiddies, let’s go.” Katsuki’s dad came up behind you three, smiling as you and the blond got excited, Izuku not so much. Without warning, you grabbed Katsuki’s hand and pulled him towards the nearest ride, a fast rollercoaster that allowed smaller children to ride, not the safest decision, but one that you were more than overjoyed with.

You and Katsuki must of gone on that rollercoaster over five times, loving each one more than the last. After the first one, Izuku choose to stay with the parents who watched the kids and talked about their recent lives. The habit of Izuku staying behind seemed to continue, when the ride was only 2 people per row, or you two wanted to ride something that was two scary. You and Katsuki shared a cotton candy, and Bakugo got you a balloon who he had “ borrowed” from another kid just for you.

You and Katsuki spent hours talking, laughing, and becoming friends. Mitsuki was beyond shocked, seeing her son socialize like never before with a child his age. Katsuki told you about the preschool his mom had looked at, and how his older cousin had gotten his quirk and he was beyond jealous. “I don’t know what mine is, but it’ll be awesome! I know it!” He told you as you nodded, content with just listening to his rant. Just as you two turned the corner to walk down the sidewalk towards the carousel, the kid who Bakugo had “borrowed” the balloon from ran towards him.

“You little brat! You’re going to pay for this!” He freaked out, grabbing a football from his friend’s hand and throwing it at Bakugo. “Hey!” You yelled, reaching out your hand in front of Bakugo. As if time was slowing down, you watched as the football separate into particles, almost like droplets of melted football, and stand mid-air before your face. You pushed your hand back, and as it moved, the droplets joined back together and fell to the dirt below your feet. “Dude, let’s go! These kids are crazy!”

You turned around to see Katsuki, his parents, your parents, and your dear twin brother all staring at you, stars in their eyes. “Mama! Daddy! Did you see what I did?!” You cheered, jumping up and down as your father picked you up happily. “That’s my girl! On your fourth birthday too! Your mom and I didn’t even get ours until we were at least five!” He hugged you proudly, before setting you down as Izuku gave you a high five. “Wow! You can move things with your mind, and separate them into liquids! That’s like mom and dad’s quirk together!” Izu cheered happily as you turned to Bakugo.

“Your... your quirk is SO COOL!” He exclaimed, running to you, grabbing your hands, and jumping excitingly. “God, imagine what you could do with that! You could kick a soccer ball and make it go forever! Or you could even make all the rain come off of you if you don’t have an umbrella!” He continued smiling, before engulfing you in a tight hug. Mitsuki almost cried, shaking a teary-eyed look with Inko, happy her son was socializing. She had become worried about his mental state, being such an angry human being from the beginning. She was worried he wouldn’t be able to function with other kids, and would be an outcast. But no...

“What are we waiting for?! Let’s go! I saw a water gun thing to win a stuffed pokemon! I want the Pikachu!” He yelled out, laughing playfully as he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the crowd and towards the fun. As Izuku trailed behind with the adults, he smiled at how happy you were. You and Bakugo were such good friends, he couldn’t help but be happy that you had another friend to keep you company and make you happy, exactly what you deserved. Little did Izuku know that when he had let you and Bakugo go ahead, he bought himself a life of being the third wheel on your friendship with Katsuki.

It was September 13th, a year later, and birthday decorations laid around the apartment of Inko Midoryia. “Happy birthday Ichiko and Izuku, happy birthday to you.” The children around you sang, crowded around a table. You sat next to your twin brother, smiling before you both turned and blew out the five candles on the cake in front of you. “Good job guys!” Your mom, Inko Midoryia, ran up to you, cutting a piece for each of you, giving one to you first. You looked around at the table, seeing fifteen children from your preschool who you were friends with.

Mitsuki Bakugo and her husband were taking the presents that you and Izuku had unwrapped to your room, and your own mother was making lively conversation with the rest of the parents at the party. Looking around, you were upset to find your father gone, braking his promise that he would come this time. On and off, your father’s visits seemed to grow farther from one another as time passed. After you had gotten your quirk, your parents had quickly begun arguing, eventually causing your father to storm out.

Throughout the divorce and your fifth birthday, your mom had moved to a smaller apartment while saving for a house, began getting interested in medication, forcing you and your twin brother to take certain pills and supplements to prevent any depression or abandonment issues from your father leaving, had gotten you, Izuku, and Katsuki together almost daily for play dates, and had put an offer on a townhouse near the Bakugo household.

“Finally you’re five years old! Now you can go on the slide at the playground by yourself! Lucky!” You turned to a spiky-haired blond boy next to you, smiling ear-to-ear as he talked/ yelled at you. “I know, but it’s okay. I won’t go on until you can too.” You smiled as he laughed, high-fiving you. “That’s awesome! But it’s okay, only two more months and then we both can go on it!” He grinned again, even wider than before as you nodded. “All three of us.” You smiled, grabbing the shirt of your twin brother who was listening in on the conversation. 

“Aww, look at you cuties!! Say birthday!!” Bakugo’s mother, a blonde lady with the exact hairstyle as her toddler son, jumped out from nowhere and held up her phone. “Mommmm.” Bakugo complained as the three kids turned to his mother, smiling as her phone flashed, partially blinding them. “Now let’s get out of here, these kids are getting on my nerves. Someone already asked me if they could touch my hair!” Bakugo complained, grabbing your hand and pulling you out as Izuku followed you guys to the doorway. 

“Izu! Ichi! Don’t you want to say goodbye to your guests?” Inko asked as you nodded, grinning as you ran back inside to the table quickly. “Aren’t you going to go?” Katsuki asked Izuku as he shook his head slowly, turning to watch you hug the kids goodbye. “I’m not friends with any of them really. I don’t even know half of them, they’re just Ichi’s friends.” Izuku explained sitting next to Katsuki on the step outside the doorway. “She’s always been the one to make a lot of friends. It’s okay though, I only need her... and you of course.” Izuku smiled at the blond.

Katsuki rolled his eyes, going un-noticed by the green-haired one as the two turned to see their friend and sister walk up behind them. “Bye Maria! I’ll see you tomorrow!” She turned to the boys who stood up quickly at her arrival, smiling at her from behind. “Come on boys, let’s go. The forest is waiting to explore, and the first one we have a year older must be awesome!” Bakugo grabbed the jar that he had brought next to him for bugs, and smiled, walking after her. “Heck ya! My mom uses candles, but we should totally use those lighting bulb bugs.”

You rolled your eyes, giggling as you entered the elevator with the two boys and clicking the elevator button. Bakugo was taller than you by 2.5 inches, and you were taller than Izuku by 4. Yet you and Bakugo had the agreement that when you took the elevator down, you pressed the button, and he would do the same when you all went back up. “Don’t you mean lightning bugs Kacchan?” You asked as he blushed at his own mistake, you and Izuku giggling. “It’s okay, lightbulb bugs sounds cooler, and it’s more accurate.” You hugged Bakugo, grabbing onto his arm. 

“They don’t even look like lightning.” You told him, making him feel only a bit better as the door opened to the first floor and you all walked out. Again, there was an unspoken rule that Izuku would walk behind you two, although you personally never had noticed, Bakugo and Izuku had made it clear with each other. Bakugo liked being by your side when you would grip his arm, and Izuku liked being in the back “to protect you” when really there was no room on the sidewalk for a third.

When you guys got to the forest behind Bakugo’s neighborhood, next to the apartment building that you lived in, you immediately jumped into the nearby tree and began to climb up. Bakugo laughed, knowing how much you loved tree-climbing to no-end. You swung your legs over the branch and hung upside down, fluffing the hair of the two boys who passed beneath you towards the river. “Ichi! Ichi! It’s a bug! Get it Kacchan!” Izuku yelled, receiving a glare from the blond boy as he looked at your brother annoyed.

“Why don’t you get it! I’m busy trying to find the spider my mom put out the other day. She put it under a cup and walked outside and I haven’t found seen him since! She’s a killer!” He yelled, returning to rummaging around the forest bushes with his bare hands. “Hey, be careful. Turns out all snakes aren’t nice like your snake. Look.” You lifted your pant leg and showed two bite marks to the blond as his eyes widened, looking at you, and then back at the bite. “Woah! You survived a whole snake?!” He asked as you nodded, feeling like a champion.

“Yep, here.” You handed him a stick you had taken off the tree before going to your brother, holding your own empty jar to collect the bug Izuku found. Bakugo watched you though, completely shocked at your strength. You were a girl, yet you were here collecting bugs and fighting snakes?! You were incredible!!! He turned. “So Ichiko, have you been training? I still haven’t gotten mine, but I’ve been working on it!” Bakugo flexed his muscles through his black t-shirt, a silver skull on it this time.

“Actually I have. I helped my mom clean the entire house, and I was able to put away all of the groceries in a few seconds. My mom says it’s very helpful, and she’s proud of me.” You grinned as he stared at you, his eyes shining at your talent. “Lemme see Ichi! Lemme see!” He cried out, jumping up and down happily. You smiled, realizing how he hadn’t changed since you met him. “Okay. Izuku, stand still!” You yelled at your brother as he turned to you, shaking in fear as you extended your hand out. 

Before he could respond, the dirt beneath him began to turn into small, liquid pieces and rose in the air, carrying him with it. “Woah! You can lift humans?! That’s amazing!” Katsuki exclaimed as you set your brother down, turning to the blonde boy. “You’re amazing Ichiko! You’re incredible, better than anyone I’ve ever met our age! You’re going to become the best pro hero in the world!” He exclaimed, staring at you as if you were God yourself. “That’s right Katsuki, but you’re going to do it with me!”

You put your hand on Bakugo’s shoulders as he looked at you, very confused as you both ignored your watching twin from the sidelines. “You’re going to be just as good as me, and we’ll become the Dream Team forever!” You smiled as he couldn’t help but feel emotional at you not only accepting him but promising him a future of hope. It was no secret that Bakugo had confidence issues, from where you would never understand, but you saying that made his day. His week. His entire life was altered that moment, where you recognized him as an equal.

Little did you know that you had begun the start of Bakugo’s confidence spree, bullying beginning, and his craving for the constant attention and compliments, not to mention the start to him seeing everyone else as extras. Because... you were perfect in every way, and you had said that he was an equal, so he had to be perfect! Everyone else was an extra, meaningless and weak compared to you both, the Dream Team. Watching from afar, Izuku couldn’t help but feel conflicted, feeling left out and desperate for attention more than ever.

As the years passed, Bakugo and your relationship began to evolve from friends to the best of friends, and to the point where you two were never seen apart from each other. With Izuku in the background, always the one to walk behind when the sidewalk could only fit two people, or the one to sit on the side and just watch as the other two continued a conversation. 

Your father visited you every other weekend, only paying attention to you these days. You and Katsuki played video games all weekend, trained your quirks after school daily, loved rock-climbing on Saturday nights, and even went on “dates” that were never confirmed dates. You’ll never forget the day that everything changed though, when you and Bakugo were playing hide and seek in his house while your mom and Izuku, your small seven-year-old self being able to fit under the table in the hallway. 

As you hid though, you remained undetected as the phone rang, Mitsuki walking and picking it up. From the other side, you could hear your mother’s voice, and the sound of her crying filling your ears. “Whaaaat? Oh Inko, I’m so sorry! I don’t know what to say!” Mitsuki exclaimed as you leaned closer, desperate to hear. “He’s quirkless Suki! I don’t know what to do! I can’t fix this with medicine or a doctors visit! His dream was becoming a hero, and proving himself to Ichiko and Katsuki... but now.” You listened to your mother, currently sobbing as she ranted.

“Oh god, he’s going to get bullied so much Mitsuki! I just... I don’t know what to do! His father isn’t picking up any of my calls, but... he texted me. He says he wants to release any rights to Izuku. Just Izuku! His own father is abandoning him because he’s quirkless, but still wanting a relationship with his daughter?! He’s such a douche, the poor boy has been through enough! You should have seen the look on his face when the doctor told him he would never have a quirk.” You sighed, trying not to make a noise as Mitsuki and your mother continued.

You waited, getting lost in your own thoughts before Mitsuki hung up, sighing sadly before walking back to the living room to talk to her husband who waited by the door, having heard some of the conversation. Finally, you were able to walk back to Bakugo’s room to see him checking under the bed for the 100th time. “There you are!! I’ve been looking all over!” he complained, jumping up and walking over to you. “Hey, what’s wrong with you? You look sad.” He asked as you looked at him, a single tear sliding down your face.

“Katsuki!” You began sobbing, jumping into his arms and clinging to his chest. Unaware of what to do, he patted your back awkwardly, trying to figure out why you were crying. His mom got emotional sometimes and did this, but that was usually fixed by chocolate and that adult grape juice his mom loved. “It’s Izuku. My mom called your mom. She was crying. She said... she said...” You looked up at the blond, still crying. “He’s quirkless! Izuku is quirkless! Oh god, I can’t believe it!” You cried, seeing his eyes open wide as a shocked response.

“He is? But, you have one! Izuku can’t be... He was going to become a hero with us. We were going to be the Dream Team.” Bakugo thought out loud as you nodded, letting him wipe a tear from your cheek gently. “You know what? It’s okay...” You perked up, returning to a smiling state. “Izuku has always been quirkless, we’re just finding out. He’s still my brother, and we’re going to protect him from anyone who wants to make fun of him! Right?! The Dream Duo can do anything!” You smiled as Bakugo watched you, feeling warm inside.

Thanks to Izuku being quirkless, he was able to be even closer to you. He was now going to not just be your partner, but your other half. Izuku might have been your twin at birth, but as soon as Bakugo had met you, he knew he was meant to be the one who you would spend the rest of your life with. Now, with Izuku out of the way, Izuku didn’t have to come to when you guys went to train on the beach, and he didn’t have to come to when you guys fantasized about heroes! Now that he thought about it, Izuku didn’t have to come anywhere with you guys!

And that idea stayed with Bakugo throughout the rest of the years following. Throughout middle and high school, Katsuki began slowly slipping away from any friendship with Izuku. It all started at the beginning of middle school when Katsuki brought the name “Deku” out of nowhere. You said it was an insult, but Bakugo just said that it was an inside joke, turning Izuku’s quirklessness into something funny and not so sad. Izuku said he had no issue with it, and you said you didn’t either if he just didn’t say it around you.

Near the end of middle school, Katsuki began only hanging out with you. Izuku told you that he just didn’t want to come whenever you would invite him, but little did you know what Bakugo had made sure to give him hints that he didn’t want Izuku around. Whether it was an annoyed glance whenever Izuku would talk to him, or purposely tripping him whenever you weren’t around. Izuku just knew it was best if he just stayed behind, and let Bakugo get his way with having alone time with you.

At the beginning of high school, Katsuki gained “followers” who constantly worshipped him, did whatever he wanted, and would do anything for him. This included putting maple syrup in Izuku’s lockers, spamming any social media with hateful messages, and even taking his backpack and lighting it on fire in the parking lot. To you, this was all just unfortunate events due to everyone around the school being hateful. You never would have guessed that your best friend and life-time crush would have been the one torturing your dear twin brother.

Unlike your dear best friend with the spiky hair, you gained many friends during high school. Being the most powerful girl in school, and half of the iconic duo that the entire school worshipped, you constantly had people drooling over you literally and figuratively. You gladly took in as many friends as possible, and had built yourself quite a group of friends. You were friends with the mean girls, who always invited you to sleepovers, the athletes who wanted you at every single game to cheer for them and who you did volleyball with, and even the nerds who did your homework just because you were so nice and defended them.

But now it was the last year of high school for you, and a single month before the end of school no less. You sat in your leadership class, your final period before you could go to volleyball practice and enjoy the donuts they gave out every Thursday. “Now, as I’m sure you all know, the ones currently applying for UA are Ichiko…” The class erupted into claps and hollers in your direction, cheerful faces staring at you from every way. “Bakugo...” The teacher continued as Bakugo smiled widely, happy about the same applause towards him. You couldn’t help but blush as Bakugo winked at you, ignoring the high-fives his way.

“And Izuku...” The entire class grew silent as they looked at the empty desk in front of you. On purpose obviously, Izuku had left to go to the bathroom to avoid any side-eyes. “Oh gosh, he won’t stand a chance...” You heard a random voice murmur, along with many giggled and snickers as you turned to the teacher. “Go on Mr. Kiyoko, we don’t have all day.” You commanded as he nodded, following your orders. “He’ll get crushed by a robot the first chance he gets, am I right?” Bakugo asked you with a cocky tone, smirking as he looked your direction.

“I know... it’s so concerning. I’ll have to protect him at the entrance exam since he won’t have a chance on the physical aspect, but it’ll be so hard to compete against the other students if I’m protecting a helpless human being as well . Plus, even if he gets all of the academic side, so will some of the other students with quirks. I need to convince him not to go, I just have to.” You thought out loud, receiving a smirk from Bakugo and his followers that you didn’t notice. At the same time, Bakugo hated the way that Izuku affected you, and if Deku dared to ruin your high chances of going to your dream school, he would pay big-time.

“Anyways, I hope you all think about your future and complete the essay I gave you about your career choices past high school. I can only hope that you do have a plan after all, or else you wouldn’t bother with high school. Class dismissed.” The teacher lectured as the sound of chairs and desks moving filled the room. “H-hey, Ichiko?” You turned to see Bakugo, looking surprisingly nervous with his blush and the fact that he was avoiding eye contact with you. “Yea?” You smiled, confused by his sudden change in attitude.

“Before practice... could you walk with me for a minute?” He asked as your eyes widened, pretending to be shocked. “And risk missing the donuts at practice?! Of course...” You smirked as he sighed in relief, grabbing his backpack and pulling it onto one of his shoulders. “Lead the way ‘Suki.” You smiled sweetly, making his heart melt at his nickname as he passed you and walked out into the hallway. You followed, grabbing onto his arm, a habit you always did with him. 

Down one of the side hallways and into the main one, you saw how all of the classrooms had been cleared of people, leaving you alone. Bakugo stopped, causing you to stop abruptly. “Ichiko, I- I need to say something, and I need you to let me finish please.” You nodded at him, slightly nervous at what he could possibly be saying. You had been confessed to multiple times by both girls and guys, told that they had undying love for you and that you needed to “let them finish��.

Was Bakugo about to do the same, and fufill your dreams at the same time? You knew that you had strong feelings for him, constantly being unable to peel your eyes away from him while at the gym, and always clinging onto him whenever you would walk. You would blush when your friends would tease, and giggle nervously whenever Bakugo’s “friends” called you his girlfriend. It was no secret that almost the entire school shipped you itself, and that you two would be a perfect match. 

You were sweet, and he was salty. You were gorgeous, and he was handsome. You were the most heroic, and he was a villain but with morals. “I... I don’t know how to say this actually. I wrote this entire speech in my room at 2 am a few months ago, and I’ve been practicing for weeks...” He looked up at you, meeting eye contact with your gorgeous dark green eyes that he could get lost in if he wanted to, which he did most times. “God, please go easy on me. This isn’t-” Bakugo was interrupted by you cupping his face and kissing him suddenly.

As an instinct, he used his hand on your back to push you into him, and his other hand to hold the back of your head and intensify the kiss. He couldn’t describe how much he had wanted this, and you felt the same. Like a wave washing over you and releasing all the daydreams and urges, you felt at ease for once in months. “I feel the same way Katsuki.” You told him, using his full name because it felt right. “God, what are you doing to me?” Katsuki asked, feeling as if he was melting at your touch.

In an instant, he was single-handily able to push you into a classroom and lock the door behind him, pushing you up against the wall as he kissed you. “God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He whispered, moving his lips to your neck and beginning to kiss it tenderly and hard. He couldn't count how many times he had stared at your neck and wanted to decorate it, to show that you were his. And now you were, finally after all this time. “M-me too.” You confessed, letting your hands roan his back freely.

You slipped off your shirt happily, him staring at you the entire time. “Oh god... ‘Chiko. I’m in love with you.” He confessed as you stood there, standing at him with open eyes. “I mean it... I promise, I wouldn't just say it to get what I want or make you like me more. I love you, and I have for awhile.” He leaned in to kiss you slowly and passionately. “I love you too Katsuki. I’ve always loved you, and I’ll never stop.” You smiled, grabbing your arms around his torso as you continued the slow and hot kiss.

In the rush and heat of the moment, mixed with the lust and sexual tension that filled the air, you began to strip yourself of your shirt as he stared at you, your pastel blue lacy bra and the tan lines from when you could go to the beach every afternoon when you weren’t playing video games. You really were Katsuki’s dream girl, and you had always been. Katsuki pressed himself against your bare skin before stripping off his own shirt, throwing it to the side without a care in the world. He was going to make you feel so good...

“Ichiko?! Where are you?!” You stared at Bakugo worryingly, recognizing Izuku’s voice immediately. You jumped from Bakugo's torso to your shirt, throwing it on and fixing the wrinkles. You grabbed the hair tie on the floor next to you and threw it into a messy bun. “Is my lip gloss okay?” You whispered, facing him as he looked at you up and down. Moving his thumb along the line of your lip to fix it, he smiled sadly before meeting your eyes. “Perfect as always.”

You smiled, a blush returning to your face as you recalled the actions that had just taken place. You moved and kissed his lips, holding him closely. “We can resume this tomorrow, and for the rest of our lives.” You smiled, kissing his nose and pecking his lips again before racing out. “Yea?! Izuku? I’m here!” You called out before seeing your twin come out of another classroom. “Oh good. You weren’t in the gym when I went to look and the team is passing out donuts.”

You smiled, nodded, and fixed the tie on your uniform before walking to the gym with him, looking back from time to time. The feeling of Bakugo’s hands remained on your body, sending sensational chills and an addictive feeling that was better than any drugs. You were in love with Katsuki Bakugo, and he felt the same! On the other side of the school, Katsuki was walking home angrily, before stopping by the gym. He watched you walk in, nearly tackled by your friends.

He also saw Izuku, friend-less and lonely, walking in after you with a sad smile. “Deku...” Bakugo murmured angrily, upset that even after years of trying to stop him, Izuku couldn't get the hint. Bakugo knew that he would not be able to be with the love of his life until Deku learned his place, and stayed far away from you. It was quite simple actually, and if Deku had a brain, surely he would realize that you were better off. You were athletic, brilliant, popular, out-going, and powerful beyond anyone could ever imagine. 

Deku was weak as humanly possible, a nerd without the brains, disliked and avoided by close to everyone in the school, shy and nervous, and of course, quirkless. No, useless. There were quirkless people who did something productive with their lives, but here Izuku was wasting away, begging for a quirk that was suitable for a hero to magically drop out of the sky and turn him into the next All Might. It was laughable honestly, that Izuku was trying to be a hero when he could have done something good with his pathetic life instead of dreaming.

It was about time that Bakugo stopped Deku from ruining his life, and began forcing the poor boy to see the truth of his life, and to learn his place in the back of the line. He didn’t deserve his sister’s love like Bakugo did, and he had to make sure that he got it. Deku would ruin everything if he could, and he had to be stopped. As Bakugo watched Deku sit on the bleachers and scroll through his phone, Bakugo smirked, an idea popping into his head as he pulled out his phone.

That night, Bakugo texted you for hours upon hours, sweet nothings and simple conversation like usual. Above everything else, you loved the fact that over years of friendly flirting and sexual tension, nothing changed once your love for each other was out there in the open. You still talked about heroes, how annoying your classmates were, and how excited you were about the UA exams coming up. You both planned to have you spend the night with Bakugo the night before, and that morning you would go on a 3 mile run and chug protein shakes.

The night before, he even promised to allow you to give him a face mask, but only if you would go night swimming with him. You happily agreed, and began fantasizing about your futures together. You both wanted a luxury condo with a salt water pool and a home gym, and a single cat and dog. You would travel a lot, and have a Summer home in Hawaii, the single place both of you guys just dreamed about. Little did you know that in the room over, your brother was feeling the opposite of happiness.

When you sat at the dinner table, you were on your phone texting Bakugo and couldn’t see him playing with his food. When you were brushing your teeth next to him, you were on a call with Bakugo and didn’t see his red, puffy eyes. And when you said goodnight, you were laughing about a joke Bakugo had said and didn’t realize he didn’t say it back, which was beyond abnormal. It wasn’t until morning, when you arrived at the table for breakfast and found Izuku gone, was when you realized that something was up. He had even forgotten his lunch??

You rode your skateboard to school like normal, meeting up with Bakugo for the first class of the day, which you didn’t have with Izuku. You and Bakugo sat down next to each other, playing footsies under the table as you did your math. He then walked you to your social studies when he went to the science classroom next to it. You guys switched classes after, him going to social studies and you going to science, doing the signature high-five you guys had created from childhood while swapping.

Finally it was fourth period, the first class of the day that you had with Izuku and Bakugo. It was Hero Studies, your favorite class. But first, you had to give Izuku his lunch. You walked down the hallway, seeing the green-haired boy from afar. “Izu! You forgot this at home!” You called out, still skipping happily wth the memories from yesterday fresh in your mind. This time, you finally noticed Izuku’s weird behavior when he didn’t turn around. “Thank you Ichiko, you can leave.” You looked over to see he was staring at his phone intensely.

When you saw the single tear drip from his cheek to the phone screen, you snatched it out of his hand and held it up, staring back at your brother who was now facing you. A single black eye, a light scrape on his right cheek, and bright red, puffy eyes looked back at you. “Oh my god, what the hell happened?” You asked as he closed his eyes, trying not to cry. You hugged him while bringing the phone screen in front of you, looking at his recents. It was Bakugo’s number which you knew by heart, followed by all of his “friends”.

Kill yourself.                                      You fucking ruin everything.                

                    Worthless Deku.                                         Die you fucker.

Waste of space.                               Take a dive off the roof.              

                     You’re pathetic.                                          Your own dad hates you.

Freak.                                              Nobody likes you.  

                     Your sister hates you.                                You deserve to die.

Don’t come to school tomorrow.      Meet us behind the school early.

You looked up at your brother, unable to believe your own eyes. “I-I was going to tell you, but you just seemed so happy with him. I didn’t... I didn’t want to ruin anything else!” Izuku began sobbing into your chest as you held him close. “Bakugo sent you these?” You asked your brother, unable to believe it even though it was right in front of your eyes. How could you have not seen it sooner? Bakugo wasn’t a jerk to Izuku because it was funny or friendly, but because Izuku was quirkless, he was terrible to him. 

You couldn't help but feel tricked, practically lied to that that point. The same boy who would tell you that he loved you, and had always loved you, would beat up your dear brother and tell him to kill himself. You couldn't help but feel tears overwhelming up as you ran down the hall and to the Hero Studies class, seeing Bakugo. “Hey cutie, what’s u-” As he went to do the handshake, you punched him right in the face, sending him to the floor as a crowd surrounded you. “What was that for?!” Bakugo yelled as you grabbed his water bottle.

“You!” You kicked him in his stomach, seeing the students surround you in a circle. “You kiss me and tell me you love me, but then you beat up my brother and tell him to kill himself!” You threw Bakugo’s backpack at him, hitting him in the face. “You’re pathetic! You go threw all the trouble of calling me your best friend and then you do shit like this! You’re pathetic and heart-breaking and I hate you! I hate you so much Katsuki!” You screamed, tears pooling down your face as he stared back at you, unable to believe your words.

“I hate you so much! And I’m never speaking to you again!” You screamed before running out of the classroom, and out of the school towards downtown.

[docholligay]

SM rewrite: any of haruka's first times meeting the inners

EPisode 92! 1960 words, I hope you enjoy, I AM HAVING FUN TODAY

“He’s SO HOT, Mina.” 

Usagi was off on yet another one of her larks, talking about some guy she’d seen at the arcade. She’d thought, at first, that she was talking about Motoki, who Mina took to be her current obsession who was not Mamoru of the moment, but maybe that had been several moments ago. It was hard to tell with Usagi. 

People always took her and Usagi to be alike, and if that gave Mina the benefit of being underestimated, that was fine with her. And it was true, that they both liked attractive people, in a way, but Mina was more of a freelancer, moving from this flower to that like a brilliant butterfly with no particular link to any one person, while Usagi fell in love with every man she ever met. 

That too. Usagi was still under the impression that she was straight, and the delusion might yet follow her all the way to the wedding altar. That, in particular, was none of Mina’s business, who had realized since the age of 12 that attractive was attractive in her eyes, which became the fact that a bedroom was a bedroom, as she got older, and what it might say on someone’s driver’s license or facebook held little notice for her when it was time to go home. 

Dating, on the other hand--well, she wasn’t bold enough to tell Usagi to never date a man, if she had other options, not while she was still enamored of Mamoru, but she certainly thought it hard enough. Mina had learned that lesson quickly. Men were like riding a roller coaster, exhilarating and fun, for a quick ride, but eventually you just get sick. 

Usagi had not yet learned this, and it was in this that Minako allowed her to keep your youthful naivete. She had time yet to learn. 

“His name is HARUKA,” she swung her bag around, “I heard the cashier say it. Isn’t that dreamy?” 

Mina chuckled, “It’s one of the most popular names in Japan, Usagi. I go to school with like, 4 Harukas.” 

“Well, it seems different on him!” She gave a little scowl and a stomp of her foot, but then smiled brightly and whipped around, “Come to the arcade with me and see him!” She narrowed her eyes playfully, “We can compete to see who he’ll fall in love with.” 

This was the point at which Rei would have chimed in that Usaig had a boyfriend, if she had denied to leave off from her shrine duties and hang out with them after school, but she hadn’t, and Mina didn’t see why something like a boyfriend should get in the way of a good time. 

“Amazing. I hope you like losing.” Mina cackled as she swanned toward The Crown. She hadn’t been in a while, not for any particular reason, other than she was doing a bunch of back work for a hostess club, which she hoped would hire her as a hostess the absolute second she turned 18. Unfortunately, they were too above-board to hire her for anything at the front right now. It was less than a year. She’d live. 

Usagi rushed into the Crown, ever with the perfect idea of how to act casual, and gazed immediately over to the racing game in the corner, hand under her chin as she leaned against an old copy of Pacman. 

“There he is!!!” she stage whispered, hissing as she grabbed Mina’s hand. 

She sighed and turned to tell Usagi that he was going to hear them, but he didn’t look over even at all, and Mina’s brow twitched as she noticed it. His hearing must not be anything to write home about. He was wearing a blazer over the top of a sweater, over the top of a collared shirt, which seemed a bit like overkill to Mina, but hey, maybe he was cold. 

MIna walked over to him, Usagi half-tiptoeing behind in a way that Haruka would find either cute or incredibly unsettling, and based on that, Mina would change her strategy. It was all a sort of chess game, flirting and seduction, and with men maybe it wasn’t even chess. Checkers, or something.

“Hi!” Usagi popped up, “Good afternoon! We saw that you were playing alone here, and were wondering, you know!” 

Mina looped her arm across the back of the car seat, and leaned against it. “Care for a friendly game?” 

Haruka ruffled his hair, and looked up at her, and Mina nearly burst out laughing. She hadn’t noticed, with the bulkiness of the blazer and other entrappings, and she hadn’t looked hard enough when she’d been standing with Usagi, but looking now, there was no mistake. Haruka wasn’t a man at all. Oh, she was tall, and gangly, and even given the sweater probably fairly flat-chested, but there was the unmistakable fullness of her lip, the softness of her brow, the way she looked at Usagi and Mina. Mina was a bit of an expert, in these matters. 

She looked over to Usagi. No reason not to let this play out. Why not, she’d earned some fun. Maybe Usagi would have a moment of realization--Mina doubted she’d ever seen a butch lesbian outside of Takarazuka, and those women were made up to the high heavens, more drag than the genuine article. 

So she smiled. 

“Just a race or two.” 

Usagi started to stammer, and step in front of her, but Mina dodged it effortlessly. Why have one bit of fun, when she could have two? Besides, Usagi may have been wrong about Haruka being a boy, but she wasn’t wrong about a certain quality of rough handsomeness that she carried, that sort of young, gentlemanly way, with a touch of insecurity, that Mina sometimes found very winning about the younger butch set. She could have a worse time. 

“Sure,” Haruka smiled, and nodded, then added, “I always like to play with a pretty girl.” 

Her voice was deep, but not overly so, and Mina found the feminine lilt at the end of her sentences quite charming. She rather liked butches, when it came down to it. They had a habit of picking up the charming parts of masculinity while letting the rest rot where it belonged. 

MIna slid in next to her. She smelled good, like sandalwood and maybe a touch of motor oil, which Mina wouldn’t have thought would be charming. Usagi was salivating as they put their coins into the slot, but she stood and watched Mina. She’d played this game plenty of times, and beaten Usagi at it nearly every time, save when Motoki accidentally spilled a drink on her in the middle of a race. This wouldn’t be too hard, but she would be careful not to humiliate Haruka, and maybe even let her win in the last stretch--

She looked over to the map. Haruka was already out in front, her car on full manual and effortlessly gliding through it, swinging the wheel and tapping on the brake and gas at perfect intervals. 

Minako, for a moment, became just a little enraged. She hadn’t even wanted to win before this moment, but for her to be beaten so easily, by whatever putz of a nerd was too old to be hanging out in an arcade but clearly WAS hanging out in an arcade, on an afternoon, and didn’t she have a job or college or something to go to? 

She slammed down on the gas, trying desperately to catch up, to make a better showin, but Haruka just kept going and going, hitting checkpoints without a second thought, not even the slightest amount of wrinkle to her forehead. 

Besides all that, Usagi was laughing and clapping her hands like the damn fool she was. 

Mina tried to weave around the fake traffic in her way, but ended up broadsiding a bus full of fake schoolchildren, and she imagined their fake screams echoing her own as the Game Over flashed across the screen. She quite forgot her seduction, in the moment, as she slapped the middle of the steering wheel and laid her head down on it. 

“I can’t believe I lost that bad!” 

Haruka chuckled, “No, you actually did pretty good.” 

Mina straightened up, smoothed her hair, and tried to regain herself. 

“Sorry, it’s just,” she giggled, “I get so competitive. The uh….heat of the moment, you know what I mean?” 

Haruka looked at her with a slightly confused sideways grin. “Sure.” 

“Oh but I am sorry, Haruka, mother was forever at lunch, sometimes I swear she asks for things only to see the human limit of what a waiter will bear before smoke begins to run from his ears. It was never my intention to keep you waiting.” 

“Oh, that’s okay.” 

Mina saw Game Over flash across the screen a second time as Haruka looked at the woman who had just entered. 

She was unquestionably beautiful, with a delicately rounded face that suggested a touch of foreignness at the eyes, eyes in green or blue but also somehow both, shifting a bit as the tides. Her hair was elegantly curled to her shoulders, and her carriage was straight and practiced, a show dog out for the afternoon with all the regular mutts. She wore a finely tailored blouse of silk with a demurely pleated skirt, round toe leather on that fit her perfectly on her feet, a bag at her side that was the sort of designer you wore if you were too polished for garishness of advertising that you wore designer. The whole of her felt wrong in the crown, like placing Italian marble in a kid’s playplace, and she smelled of rose and jasmine. 

But none of that was what stopped Mina in her tracks, no, wealth and polish was not enough to frighten her off. It was the look Haruka gave her, that wide-eyed gaze like a tourist standing in front of some great masterwork, and the softness with which she had responded. Mina didn’t know if they were together, or if they weren’t but she knew one thing for sure: 

Haruka was desperately smitten. She could have competed with Usagi for stupid in love, at that point. She and Usagi were getting nowhere with this one. 

Haruka rose to her feet, taking her bag and tossing it over her shoulder in one motion. MIchiru turned to leave the arcade, and Haruka gave a nod back to Usagi. 

“Hey, uh, you with the buns,” She smiled and tossed her hair, “We should play next time.” 

Usagi’s eyes damn near became hearts, but Mina just gave a half-hearted wave and a nod. There were fights you could win, and fights you couldn’t win, and Minako Aino didn’t ever throw effort straight into a fire. She had more of a sense of self-preservation than that. 

Haruka turned to walk next to her companion, who gave her the smallest closed-mouth smile. 

“Well, aren’t we making friends so quickly today?” 

Haruka chuckled. “You jealous or something?” She looked at the woman with what Mina noted was a mix of hope and fear. 

“Oh, terribly.” she answered. This woman knew exactly what Mina knew.

Haruka shook her head, unable to keep up the ruse. “They’re high school girls,” she shrugged, “ They seem like such little kids. But they’re cute, right?” 

“As kittens.” Noted the elegant woman, as they breezed out the door. 

There was a pause for a moment as even Motoki stood beside them to watch them leave, the perfume still hanging in the air as if the entire place were surrounded by petals. Usagi put her hands on her hips. 

“Is it just me, or were they both ridiculously good-looking?”

[naktergalen]

Rivamika Fic Suggestions List

Hello! First time posting on the Rivamika side of Tumblr. I just wanted to leave some of my personal recommendations for Rivamika fan fics on here to possibly help pass the time. I know that some people in the Rivamika chat will ask or put down some fic suggestions and it sucks that the messages get deleted after 1 week. Some of these stories are widely known in this community and some I think need a little more love lol. But I hope that you enjoy these stories as much as I have. I’ve split this list up into four categories. I wanted to let people know the status of some these fics in case they did not want to start an incomplete or in progress story. I know that many people are going to noticed that the Western Passage is not on this list. Sadly, I never got around to reading it when it was written for Levi and Mikasa and I can’t seem to find it anywhere for the life of me.

All of these fics can be found on AO3. I would link them but Tumblr apparently has an issue with links. If you guys want another list of fics, just let me know or you can tell me to GTFO and I will take the hint lol! If you have any fic suggestions for me, feel free to message me with them and I can add them on to the next list if anyone wants that. If any author sees their story on here and they want me to take it off the list, please let me know I don’t wish to make anyone feel uncomfortable. Also, last thing, I highly recommend leaving comments and kudos to the authors. I know that they greatly appreciate it and it helps them with improving their writing through feedback. I’ll shut up now.

DISCLAIMER: I know that not all of these stories are not for everyone, these are just my opinions and suggestions.

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Completed:

- Finding Comfort in Burning

Author: LittleWhisperer

Rating: Mature

This is a classic Rivamika fic and I know that the community loves it (as do I). If you are looking for superb character development, look no further than this baby right here. LittleWhisperer’s writing is so well done I can’t believe that this ain’t just a famous author writing in their spare time (oh wait I think they are). They’re so descriptive with the environment that you feel as if you are there watching as the scenes unfold. It’s a captivating story from start to finish and the building of Mikasa and Levi’s passionate relationship is soo scrumptious.

- Part of Me

Author: kenken_chan

Rating: Mature

Every Rivamika fan out there has to read this story!!! I cannot describe how absolutely wonderful this fic is! I was literally left speechless after finishing the last chapter because my mind was just blown away by the conclusion of Levi and Mikasa’s relationship. This really takes you on an emotional roller coaster and you can really grasp each character’s emotions through out the story. I will give a warning before hand, there are heavy subjects and situations presented that some people may not feel comfortable with. I personally think those subjects and how they are handled is what makes this fic such a diamond in the rough but if you are feeling uncomfortable then I understand that as well. I also know this fic has been out before and that the author had made changes to it since it was first released. If you haven’t read the edited version of this story, I would say give it another read now. I would love to hear what people think after they finish reading this gem.

- A Dangerous Game

Author: LittleWhisperer

Rating: Explicit

OMG! What a ride this story was! Once I started to read the first chapter, I could not stop! It just sucked me into the story’s world and I felt like I was actually there seeing the action and environment that the author was describing. This story keeps you in suspense and on your toes for what is going to happen next in this crazy Mafia AU. The relationship between Levi and Mikasa is magnificently done as they come to realize they have more in common than they think. I enjoy LittleWhisper’s work and I recommend checking out more of their works.

- The Taste of Pomegranate

Author: alienheartattack

Rating: Teen/Explicit

I have to say that I would have not expected me to like a Ballet AU story for Rivamika, but I absolutely enjoy every second while reading this one. The way the author creates the tension between Mikasa and Levi is splendidly done in this story. There are two more one-shots that follow after the original fic but they honestly feel like two more chapters that are just continuing with the story. I would certainly read the two one-shots after your finish reading part 1, you will not regret it!

- The Song Remains the Same

Author: MoraLeeWright

Rating: Mature

I enjoy MoraLeeWright’s writing so much! I think I binged read this story in about a day, I couldn’t stop myself. This fic does a really great job of slowly building the relationship between Mikasa and Levi. It gives their perspectives on the challenges they are facing together as well as the conflicting feelings each have about the growing bond between the two of them. I know that this is a Rivamika classic among fans but if you have yet to read it, definitely check this story out!    

Ongoing:

- Who Are You Calling a Bitch?

Author: xx_ciela

Rating: Mature

I was terrified that this fic would not ever get updated again, but good news its BACK! I am so excited to see where the story leads and whats going to happen to Mikasa, Levi and the other characters that are present. WAYCAB does an amazing job of mixing and twisting many different types of lore together to pull you into this fantasy type AU. Just when you think you have finally received the answers to your questions, it only lead to more questions lol. This story will keep you pensive and excited to find out what exactly is going on in this city. Its a slow burn in regards to Mikasa and Levi’s relationship, but I have a feeling that the wait will be well worth it. Undoubtedly recommend checking this out and leaving a comment for the author telling you want more!

- I Just Miss A Good Cup Of Tea

Author: EJelly

Rating: Mature

I discover this fic because of how it was blowing up in the Rivamika tag on tumblr lol. I’m soo happy that I decided on checking it out because I binged read the 28 chapters that were out already. Attack on Titan meets The Walking Dead in this baby. The way that EJelly writes action is spectacular, it feels like I’m watching a TV show. I also love the way they write in each character’s POV in order for you to understand the mind set of the characters during this zombie apocalypse. The relationship between Levi and Mikasa is beautifully built over the course of this story and I cannot wait to find out what lies ahead of them. Again, another slow burn that I have a feeling will be well worth the wait (it already has been)! Go check it out and leave a comment telling EJelly that you are excited for more!

- Just Until The Storm Has Gone (?)

Author: MoraLeeWright

Rating: Explicit

Put a question mark by this one because I’m not sure if this is still ongoing or not. Regardless of that, I urge everyone to go read this indescribable work of art. MoraLeeWright’s writing has just blossomed into such beauty and she does nothing but keep getting better as time goes on (I don’t even know how that is possible but she doing the damn thing). JUTSHG is in a class of its own, for me, in the world of Rivamika fics. This baby is from Mikasa’s perspective and it delves into her psyche as she is dealing with the after affects of war. Her relationship with Levi is so mesmerizing in this story and the way that MoraLeeWright creates their smut scenes is so yummy I just want to eat it for lunch. I can’t even call it smut because its so much more than that. You can feel the connection of two souls finally finding the other they have been looking for as well as passion they have for each other. I could go on about how much I LOVE this story but I’ll stop. This one is on my top 3 favorite Rivamika fics of all time.

Incomplete:

- No Rest for the Wicked

Author: Hallow17

Rating: Explicit

Freaking love this story and I’m SOOO SAD that its incomplete! Mikasa has to deal with the paranormal while also running a business in this fic. The budding relationship between Levi and Mikasa is well paced and so gracefully displayed that even though it is an incomplete story, it’s well worth reading the 19 chapter that have already been published. Everything you could ask for in a paranormal story is presented; ghost, action, spirits, and lots of angst! This is such a unique story its literally burned into my brain and I will never forget it. I hope that Hallow17 miraculously comes back to finish this baby off one day!

 

- Romance and Rivalry

Author: AmayaOkami

Rating: Explicit

I AM SO HEARTBROKEN THAT THIS STORY IS NOT COMPLETE I CANT EVEN BEGIN TO EXPLAIN MY FEELINGS!!! Ugh, this story is soo freakin good! I know that this is another story that is popular in the Rivamika community but I have no choice but to put it here! The build up in this story is amazing that you can’t wait to read the next chapter to see what happens with Mikasa and Levi. This is such a great take on a typical romantic trope but AmayaOkami puts so much personality into the characters that it gives off such a fun and exciting vibe. The comedy and awkwardness is displayed so well that I have to stop reading because I get bad second hand embarrassment lol! Omg please read it even though its incomplete, its too much fun to pass up on. AMAYAOKAMI PLEASE I BEG YOU COME BACK AND FINISH THIS RIVAMIKA ROMCOM I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS!!!!!

One-Shot:

- Intertwining

Author: Livysan

Rating: Explicit

I’m staring off these one-shots with two of my favorite Rivamika “smut” stories. This is such a wonderfully written love scene between Mikasa and Levi. Livysan really expresses the yearning passion that Levi and Mikasa have for each and unfolds it in such a sweet and loving way. A must for any Rivamika fan to read.

- Until the Stars Disappear

Author: noiresetoiles

Rating: Mature

This is just an exquisitely done love scene between Levi and Mikasa I almost have no words for it. Its just down right BEAUTIFUL that pretty much all I can do to describe it. I really enjoyed how noiresetoiles decided to not use any dialogue in this story, it really shows how Mikasa and Levi’s actions tell how they really feel about each other. Again, a must read for Rivamika fans.

- Clean-Shaven

Author: hashire

Rating: Mature

The cute domestic fluff that we need from Levi and Mikasa! This is a one-shot but it is part of hashire’s Happily Ever After collection. The whole collection is about the domestic bliss between Mikasa and Levi after the war has come to an end. I definitely recommend reading the entire collection, you will not be sorry.  

- Pure Dawn

Author: sulkyfuckingcat

Rating: Explicit

A Holiday AU that has sexual tension and smut? Count. Me. In. Pure Dawn has all the build up and smutiness that any Rivamika fan needs if they are craving it. Go check it out if you haven’t, I know that its pretty popular in the Rivamika community and I can see why lol.

- Begging for Thread

Author: villanelle

Rating: Explicit

I believe that this one has been talked about a lot in the Rivamika community but I still have to leave it here just in case someone hasn’t heard about it. Its a must read. Written from the perspective of Levi the story explores his mindset as he is trying to deal with his emotions towards Mikasa. Mikasa has some taunting tendencies in this fic which I love as well.

- Looking Into the Heart of Light

Author: hashire

Rating: Explicit

Again, another domestic bliss fic about an eventful evening between Levi and Mikasa. Its a pretty quick read but its too cute to pass up. If your looking for a quick Rivamika fix then this is the fic for you.

[seongwhy]

how ateez kisses their s/o

seonghwa

seongwhas kisses are deep and long and lovely

they’re like he never wants to stop kissing you

his kisses, like the strong, aries man he is, are passionate and energetic

kisses that light you up with thousands of sparks of electricity

other times tho, his kisses are soft and delicate

he expresses his love through kissing you

he’ll write love letters with his kisses

he puts his hands in your hair, around your waist, caressing your face

seonghwa definitely lives through his gut feelings and the logic and love that come with them, and if he’s kissing you, you’re something really special to him

his kissing will easily make his s/o wet and begging

during sex, he hardly stops kissing you

he loves kissing your neck, finding that one spot that makes you weak in the knees

he’s not too much of a talker, so he makes it up to you by kissing your breath away

his kisses are all consuming, and filled to the brim with love and compassion for his s/o

hongjoong

hongjoongs kisses are irresistable

once he starts, you’ll never want him to stop

they’re quick and intense

in sex, his kisses are a portrayal of dominance and passion

he’ll bite your bottom lip and press you up against the wall

his kisses are teasing but aggressive and always leaving you wanting more

otherwise, his kisses are fun and delightful

he’ll stop in the middle of kissing his s/o to give them a compliment or tell them how much he loves them

he likes to explore all kinds of kissing, even during one make out session

he’ll give you sweet butterfly kisses, and giggle when you return them

he’ll kiss you long and hard, but be smirking against your mouth

he’ll kiss you on every inch of your body, leaving a goosebumps on top of goosebumps

hongjoongs kisses are filled with quirks and grins, cheekiness and cheesiness

hongjoongs kisses put a spell on you

they’re kisses so tempting you can’t deny them

yunho

yunhos kisses are playful and charming

he’s breaking his kisses in chunks 1) bc he knows you’ll need to catch your breath and 2) so he can tell you how beautiful you are

you feel the affection with every touch to his lips

when he’s kissing you he’s breathing in your perfume, caressing you shoulders, stomach, face, and pulling you in tight enough to feel your heart beating

yunho kisses with the goal of making their s/o feel cherished and loved

his kisses aren’t aggressive (though he is an aries, his taurus venus jumps out when he kisses)

yunho is an anxious kisser, heart beating furiously as he steps closer to you and leans in

he doesnt just kiss anyone, so if he’s kissing you, he’s connected to you, he’s trying to be intimate

and his kisses are intimate

kisses during sex aren’t much different to his regular kisses

he’s still pausing to spill his admiration and giggles

yunho uses his kisses to make his s/o feel as good as he can make them feel

yeosang

yeosangs kisses are flirtatious and teasing

he’s very charismatic, and his kisses are no different

he’ll probably butter his s/o up before making a move, so he can feel 100% confidence in what he’s doing

but while flirting and joking, he’s teasing his s/o too

maybe stepping in a little too close for comfort

or raking his eyes up and down your body    

because yeosangs a pretty bold person, his kisses are no different

he’ll go straight into french kissing and it’ll get hotter from there

he’s the type to bring you stargazing, or wake you up early to watch the sunrise, but he’s too busy distracting you with kisses for either of you to be able to pay attention to the scenery

every kiss yeosang gives, he gives all his love and warmth into 

and you can feel it

his kisses are the kind to melt into and appreciate, because, even during sex, they’re as genuine and loving as he is

san

sans kisses are a happily ever after

when kissing san, you’ll feel at ease

you’ll feel happy and totally engrossed in the feeling

he won’t kiss hard or rough, always soft and sweet and beautifully

his kisses are still passionate tho, still filled with emotion

we all know san can be dramatic and attention seeking

his kisses are him asking for that attention

he may be whiny for your love and affection, and if he’s not receiving it, he may get frustrated

and that frustration will lead to lil pecks across your arm

then your neck and cheeks

eventually he will move your attention onto him

with a loving gaze into your eyes, you know what he wants

and its confirmed with his kisses

when san is horny, he’s kisses get desperate

he’s pulling away to whine for more, and to pull you in closer

he’s seducing you with each touch of his lips

and you’re left satisfied and dreaming of him

mingi

mingis kisses are one of a kind

his kisses are bold and impulsive, such as he is

he cares little to nothing about where he is kissing you, as long as your comfortable

no matter if you’re in public, or the comfort of your own home, if mingi deems it right, he will kiss you

his kisses are energetic and lively, nibbling at your bottom lip and picking your thighs up to wrap around his waist

he’ll suddenly grab your face and whisper sweet nothings, plant a fiery kiss on your lips and pick you up princess style from the couch

he’s sexy and teasing, and that all comes out in his kisses

during sex, he will follow the lead of your body, of your heart beat

if your body is craving slow and sensual, he’s kissing you slowly, getting to every inch of your body without hurry

if your’re wanting the opposite, he’s ravishing you with his lips, giving you no time to breath or think anything but him

his kisses are attentive to you and your feelings

mingi can understand what your feeling or thinking, and cater his lips to that instance 

kissing mingi will titillate your every sense, and give you everything you want and need

wooyoung

wooyoungs kisses are romantic and unpredictable

they’re positively aggressive, because he just can’t keep his hands off his s/o

wooyoungs happy and he wants his s/o to know it

wooyoungs free spirit and caring personality shines through when hes kissing the one he deems fit enough for more than just a friendly kiss here and there

he’ll kiss you with charm and love

and he’ll do it whenever he freaking wants to

he’ll jump on you, pinning you to the ground and slobbering kisses all over your face

he’ll tickle and flirt, make jokes and be anything but boring before, after and during kissing you

wooyoung will bring you flowers to your doorstep, randomly text you saying he’s parked outside, anything to see you, and in turn, kiss you

if he’s not feeling his best, that’s when he looks to you to kiss him

he wants the love and affection as much as he gives it

during sex, his kisses are sexy and lust-filled

though they are rough and only fueling the pool in your underwear, they’re also enchanting and fun

he’s having fun whenever he kisses you

he knows that his tongue will only make you feel good, so why not have some fun with it?

his kisses make you want to climb a mountain, ride 10 roller coasters, and live your life to the fullest, with him ofc

jongho

jonghos kisses are generous

he must be very astonished and entrenched by the one he’s kissing

being a young, strong (baby) boy, being vulnerable may not seem that appealing to him

but when he finds the one he can share everything with, including his lips, hes very generous and romantic

he wants to give his s/o everything he can

and when he’s kissing you, he may seem anxious or concerned, but this is because he’s occupied with doing just that

his kisses are perfect and beautiful, not too much tongue, or painful lip-bites

he makes up for his more vanilla sense of kissing with the romance he provides

the kisses in itself are romantic, but jongho will take it up a notch with a singular rose in between his teeth, or a box of chocolates behind his back as he pulls your mouth onto his

he’s your prince charming, wooing you with each look and each slight touch of the lips to yours

he’ll embrace traditional romance and chivalry, and show you true love with his kisses

[brianc521]

Princess

One look, and you know that she’s Shawn’s daughter. There was no question about it. From her curly locks to the sassy attitude, there was no mistaking her. Skyla Rae Anne Mendes, was a Mendes through and through. Living her life on the road, along for the ride on her Dad’s world tours was where she belonged.

She fills the hole in the touring team that they didn’t even know they had. Sure, having a five year old on tour with a bunch of boys was rough. The things Shawn requested because she was with him made for more work, but at the end of the day everyone loved Skyla Mendes more than they loved her Dad.

“Shawn, really?” Cez asks as Shawn turns to speak to Mike about his solo.

“Okay, so if we have to break after Mutual I want you to go into a solo.” He explains, waiting for Mike to scribble down this scenario. “Like literally go all Tommy Lee on their asses, leave them exhausted from your energy.”

“Okay and what’s the plan if we need to break after Bad Rep, or Fallin, or Youth?” Cez remarks.

Zubin turns and shakes his head at the tour manager, “Were you not at the meeting last night? We literally went over it all.”

Cez rolls his eyes, frustrated with the extra amount of work Shawn is requesting from the band. It adds for more situations of failure and mishaps. The band on the other hand? All hands on deck. They understand Shawn’s need to make sure that he can get off stage at any moment in time, in the rare case scenario that Skyla might need him.

“Daddy!” Skyla cheers, running from the wings where Brian had her, onto the stage to her Dad.

“Princess,” He grins, picking her up and resting her on his hip. “How was lunch?”

“It was so yummy, Uncle Brian let me have ice cream.”

“But you ate all your lunch first right?”

“Sure,” She giggles, looking at Brian to make sure she answered the way he coached her to. The thumbs up she receives from the redhead makes her proud that she remembered.

Shawn rolls his eyes, turning back to Cez and the band. “I just wanna go through like a practice of what could happen if I’m needed after any song, okay?”

The band nods, getting set.

“Okay I guess to do this in a fast motion kind of way, let’s just play the last few chords of each song and pretend I’m running off and transition to each time block.”

Boss Shawn is kind of hard to take seriously when Skyla is tugging at his curls, trying to fix his hair up. Shawn moves her around, hauling her up onto his broad shoulders so he can have both hands free to direct people around. Skyla now has full reign to his curls, pulling them back and watching as they flop back into place.

The boys snicker as Shawn starts to hum the last parts to Lost in Japan. When the band doesn’t follow he turns to see them all chuckling.

“Yeah yeah, she’s cute, but we’ve got work to do. I want this figured out and perfect before the show tonight.” He snaps the boys back to reality.

“Sorry.” They all mumble.

They start going through every song, Zubin taking the time block, Eddie taking another, Mike after one, and then Dave. It runs smooth, and in any case scenario he knows the boys would pick up and take over when needed.

“Daddy,” Skyla taps the top of his head, making Shawn look up while Mike and Dave discuss a duo idea.

“Yeah Princess?”

“M’tired.” She rubs her eye, yawning big, Shawn’s hard boss attitude disintegrating at her cuddly complexion.

“Okay Princess, a few more minutes and we can go lay down.” He gives her grabby hands, knowing that she’ll lean forward to he can move her back to his hip. He kisses the top of her head as she hugs him, head tucked into his neck.

“We’re good?” He asks the band softly, getting their attention from the video Brian was showing them.

“Yeah, go ahead.” Mike nodded towards the wings that led to backstage where his greenroom was.

“Okay, see you guys in a bit.” He says before walking off, passing Andrew and Cez along the way, shaking his head when they try to get him to stop. “It’s naptime.”

They both nod in understanding, knowing that when the tour preparations started they all agreed that Shawn had the right at any moment in time to choose being a Dad over the Rockstar, and when he said the word they couldn’t argue with him anymore. This was one of those times.

He walked to the greenroom, closing the door behind him that way the building of the stage and the wildness of his team around him doesn’t wake his princess.

Sitting down on the couch he relaxed against the arm rest, adjusting a pillow under his neck, and then freezing when Skyla readjusted the way she was laying. Her head rest on his chest, small body laying on top of his like he’s her bed.

He smiles, because this was normal, he was used to being her bed when she needed him to be. Living the constant crazy traveling life with a five year old meant that sometimes things didn’t pan out, like her bedtime and a bed being in the same space.

She was already sleeping by the time he got settled.

**

To create some type of normalcy for Skyla during the tour, and to have her avoid the crazy that is her Dad’s fanbase, on performance days she’s goes out with Brian. An outing during the day, that way she’s not caught in the days work of preparing for the show. Meaning Brian takes her out of the arena, usually to lunch and a theme park. That way Shawn can be Shawn Mendes without the constant worry that Skyla is just in the other room and the what ifs that swirl around that idea.

They leave after the first soundcheck, that way Shawn can have a few moments with her before he has to get into his focus. They’re always back right after Q&A and meet and greets so Shawn can see her before going on stage. That way they can be back to watch the show.

Shawn waits by the back entrance doors, like he always does, right foot tapping as he chews on his pinky nail. The door starts to open and he stands up straight, smiling brightly when Brian walks in with Skyla on his hip.

“Princess!” He holds out his hands for her, and she leans away from Brian and towards her Dad.

“Daddy!”

“How was your day out?” He asks starting to walk back to the green room with Brian and Jake in tow.

“It was so fun Daddy, you should have seen it! I didn’t think I could go on the roller coaster, but Uncle Brian told me that I could do anything I’d ever want. So we did it! And I had so much fun!”

Shawn stares at her while she tells her story, smiling sadly at how he wasn’t there to see her overcome her fear.

“That’s so cool Baby, here,” He sets her down. “Can you go change for the show? I’ll be right here.”

She nods, running off to the bathroom to change into her dress for the show. Shawn turns to Brian with misty eyes once the bathroom door latches behind her.

“Shawn,” Brian shakes his head, noticing the little tears in his eyes.

“Thank you,” Shawn hugs him, giving himself a moment to breathe in a safe zone. “Thank you for being there for her when I can’t be.”

“You’re always there for her,” Brian responds. “Always.”

“Daddy! Tiffany told me that this dress matches your shirt! We’re matching!” She runs out of the bathroom, watching the boys push the other away. “Group hug?” She asks, nose scrunching in confusion.

Shawn laughs, “Yeah Princess, come on.” He hauls her up and the three have a group hug.

**

Before Shawn puts his in ears in to hear the call for him to go to stage he has his ritual moment with Skyla.

It’s become his good luck charm.

“Princess?” He crouches to her level, smiling when she looks at him with her wide chocolate brown eyes.

“Hi Daddy,” She smiles, stepping closer to him.

“Give me some luck?” He whispers, eyebrows raised.

She nods, leaning in to plant a small little kiss to his nose then jumping up into his arms, squeezing him tight.

He holds her just as tight, cautious not to squeeze her too much.

“Thank you Princess.” He hums, eyes fluttering shut as he takes in the moment.

“Shawn, in ears!” The stage hand calls.

He pulls away just enough to see her face, “Be good for Brian, stay where he and I can see you.”

“Yep!”

“I love you, have fun okay?”

“You too!”

He smiles, and leans in himself, letting his nose brush back and forth across hers.

With that he lets go, watching her walk to Brian before standing and slipping his in ears in.

**

“Keep this on your forehead okay? I need to call Andrew.”

“But it’s cold Daddy, it’s cold.” She whines, tears freshly running down her redden cheeks. She coughs, her whole body racking with the movement.

“I know Princess, but you have a fever which means that your body is too warm, and we need to cool it down.”

She frowns at him, still crying. “I don’t feel good.”

Shawn’s heart breaks as his babygirl cries, and he can’t do anything about it. Whipping his phone out of his pocket he clicks on his speed dial and is ringing Andrew up within seconds.

“You can’t leave Shawn, it’s not safe,”

“But she’s got a 101 fever, I can’t keep her here.” Shawn protests.

“I’ve got a pediatrician on the way, should be here in a few minutes, best in the town.”

Shawn’s looking at his baby who’s falling asleep in the hotel bed, hugging Elphie, her plush elephant.

“Best?” He chews on his lip.

“Only the best for Skyla, you know that.”

Shawn sighs, slumping against the wall, “How far away is she?”

“Should be here in ten minutes.”

“Okay, okay.” He nods, hanging up with Andrew and sitting beside Skyla, brushing his fingers through her hair.

He stews on his life for a moment, so utterly frustrated with the fact that his five year old daughter is sick, and the crowd of fans is so large outside the hotel that he cannot get out to take her to the hospital safely.

“I’m sorry Sweetheart,” He whispers, leaning over and kissing her burning cheek. “I’m sorry that my job put us in this position.” He continues.

She rolls into him, curling herself around his leg, resting her head in his lap.

In no time there’s a knock on his door, and then Andrew and a woman entering slowly.

“She’s asleep,” Shawn whispers as they walk in.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Kimberly.” The woman smiles, extending her hand to Shawn’s. “I heard we have a fever.”

“Yeah, she’s had it all day. I gave her some Motrin but it never broke.” Shawn blurs out.

“Okay, can I check a few things?” She asks, pointing to Skyla.

“Of course.”

After checking her up, taking her fever and testing for strep she’s come to the conclusion that it’s just the flu and an ear infection, prescribing some antibiotics.

Shawn thanks her as she leaves, closing the door and turning back to Andrew and Skyla. “Cancel the promo with Armani tomorrow.” He states, taking the bottle of liquid medicine to the bathroom, placing it on the counter next to their bathroom essentials.

“Shawn, it’s a live event.”

“And I don’t care.” He walks back into the room, shrugging as he checks the temp of the rag on her forehead, taking it in his hands and flipping it to the other cooler side.

“The fans-”

“She’s sick!” He whisper yells. “My daughter is sick, and you want me to go to some stupid watch event? No, cancel it. It’s not up for debate.”

**

It’s been about a week and Skyla is practically back to her usual self. She’s got a few more days on her antibiotics and that’s about it. Which means that the routine of tour is back on, and Shawn’s slowly getting back into the swing of working.

Because of some last minute changes flights have been rearranged which now leaves the team to a 5 am flight.

Skyla didn’t sleep well the night before, waking up twice from nightmares. So she’s been extra grumpy this morning. Clinging to Shawn, making it near impossible for him to do anything.

He sighs, turning to Brian for a minute. “Can you take her, I need to help Andrew check in bags and talk travel.”

“Yeah, of course.” Brian nods, holding his hands out for Sky. “Come here, let’s go get something to drink.”

As Shawn goes to hand her over she starts to protest, shaking her head and curling her little fists around Shawn’s sweatshirt.

“Princess go with Uncle Brian, I need to talk to Andrew.”

“No!” She shakes her head, pursing her lips.

“Skyla, let go.” He says again, giving her his Dad look, a warning that this was not a question.

“You can’t tell me what to do!” She raises her voice, starting to kick a little.

Shawn’s eyes widen, nostrils flaring.

“We’re gonna have a private chat if you don’t lose your tude Miss.”

She grumps, crossing her arms and glaring at her Dad. He sets her down, giving her a stern look before going to hand her off to Brian.

Brian goes to take her hand but she won’t uncross her arms so he leans down to pick her up. The minute her feet leave the floor she starts yelling, Shawn whipping around to see Brian struggling with her in his arms.

“Skyla Rae Anne Mendes,” He snaps, taking her from Brian, walking down the corridor with a whimpering Skyla in his arms until he finds a deserted area.

He sits her in a chair, crouching in front of her.

“Take a breath.” He instructs, taking one with her. “Let’s calm down.” Both of them taking another breath. “Now tell me what’s wrong.”

“No! I don’t want to!” She yells at him, full blown tantrum about to go down.

“That’s it,” Shawn shakes his head. “You’re grounded.”

At this, she freezes. Eyes wide and tearful as she looks up at her Dad, taking in the seriousness of his facial expression. He’s had it with her outburst, over the attitude.

“No, no, no.” She whines.

“7:30 bedtime, no TV and no games on anyone's phone.”

The tears start to fall as she begs for him to not ground her, repetition of ‘I’m sorry’ spilling from her pouty lips.

“Listen to me,” He stops her, taking her little hands in his. “You need to calm down, this behavior is not okay. You know that if something is wrong you can tell Dad, and you decided to not do that and instead throw a fit. Not listening and yelling at Dad is not okay, and that’s why you’re grounded.”

She nods, understanding that she did misbehave and that there’s no going back now.

“Do you need another minute or are you okay?” He asks.

She stares at him and nods, “I’m okay.”

“Can I have a hug?” He asks softly, smiling softly when she jumps up and wraps her arms around his neck, nuzzling into his coat.

“I’m sorry Daddy.”

“Okay Princess, let’s go find the boys.”

At this he picks her up and walks with her back to the group by the Starbucks at security. Brian gives Shawn a look that seems to ask if everything was okay and Shawn responds with a curt nod.

“We board in about 30 minutes,” Andrew says once they’ve gone through security.

Skyla sits next to Shawn, head rested on his arm as she stares at the world around her. Brian seems to notice her bored glance while Shawn and Cez discuss the next show’s arena.

“Sky,” He nudges her arm. “Wanna play a game?” He offers his phone that has since been loaded with games for her to play when they were in these kind of situations.

Skyla pipes up, eyes opening wider as she smiles at Brian. Shawn clears his throat and she looks over and catches his stare. She sighs, slumping back.

“Thanks Uncle Brian but I’m grounded. Maybe next time.”

Brian and the rest of the band turn to Shawn with wide eyes, all minds seeming to ask the same question.

Grounded?

He nods and goes back to his conversation with Cez, eyes planted on a coloring book in the little shop across from the gate.

Excusing himself, offering his hand to Skyla he takes her to the shop, letting her pick out a few books and some colors that way she has some fun things to do on the flight.

**

Dublin, night two, that’s when his requests for time blocks after every song just in case pulls through.

He’s in the middle of Stitches when he hears Brian through his in ears.

“Shawn, crowns fallen.”

Those are the code words, ‘Crowns Fallen’, to let him know that Skyla needs him backstage.

The second he hears those words his heart stops for a second, he looks around, giving the band the Skyla signal. Which is him tapping his nose, ear, nose.

The band jumps into action once they’ve all been given the signal, Zubin steps up, shredding on his guitar, jerking his head to side stage so Shawn gets the hint that they’re good.

And like Forrest Gump, Shawn goes running backstage, heels on his Chelsea boots slipping, causing him to roll his ankle and practically fall down the steps, the handrail the only reason why he caught himself.

“What happened?” Turns to anyone he can see first, the security guard pointing to Brian who is crouched in front of a sniffling Skyla. “Princess what happened?” Shawn slides to his knees next to Brian.

“I was dancing to Nervous,” She hiccups, Shawn’s sweaty curls bopping as he nods with her, “And I didn’t see my shoe was untied,” She takes a deep breath, “And I tripped over my shoelace, and I scraped my knee,” She wails, pointing to her bloodied knee.

Shawn sighs, relief flooding his system now knowing she’s not seriously hurt. “Okay Sweetheart, we can fix it. Let Daddy make it better.” He nods, turning to Brian. “There’s a small first aid kit in the strings compartment of my guitar case in my dressing room. Grab that for me?”

“Of course,” Brian jumps to his feet, sprinting down the hall since he knows Shawn’s on a time crunch.

“Princess can you sit down for me,” He pats the chair behind her. “And you,” He points to the security guard. “Can you get me a wet washcloth or a napkin or something?”

The security guard nods, disappearing down the hall as Brian comes sprinting back.

“Okay,” Shawn takes the first aid kit, opening the lid and looking at the tools he has. He then looks to her knee, noticing it’s just a small cut, nothing a band aid won’t fix right up. “Can you take a deep breath for me.”

Brian inhales a very deep breath, causing both the Mendes’ to look over.

“What?” Brian exclaims, “I’ve never seen her hurt before! And I’m in charge! I’m freaking out!”

“Okay, both of you, can you take a deep breath?” Shawn interrupts.

At this both Brian and Skyla take a deep breath in through their nose and out through their mouth.

By the time they’ve taken three deep breaths the security guard has returned with a wet napkin. Shawn takes it, wiping the blood and dirt away from her cut.

“Honey, what band aid do you want? Anna or Moana?” He asks as he gets the anti disinfectant wipe out.

“Moana!”

“Really? I was thinking Anna, she’s the best Princess.” He looks at her.

“No! Moana is Dad.” She disagrees.

“Oh yeah? Why?” He asks, hoping to get her real distracted before using the wipe that’s gonna sting.

“Well she sings better, and she can move water,” She starts on her list. “And her sidekick is a chicken?” At this Shawn swipes the wipe across her knee a few times, quickly tossing it away and tickling her calf so she won’t feel the sting as much.

“Wanna know a secret?” He asks as he gets the band aid out of it’s packaging.

“What?” She asks, watching him stick the band aid to her skin.

“You’re my favorite Princess.” He grins, looking up at her tear stained cheeks.

She giggles, shaking her head.

“I have to go back on stage, are you okay?”

“I’m perfect, you made it all better!” She stands, twirling around just to show him that she’s better.

“Okay good, I love you.”

“I love you!” She waves as he runs back to the stage, quickly picking up the show where he left off.

**

It can be rough when they’re all stuck on the tour bus, hours upon hours of driving to get to the next destination in time.

Shawn tries to keep it as fun and upbeat as he can, that way Skyla isn’t cooped up and bored out of her mind.

It’s why there are random sword fights, or hide and seek games started.

This morning it’s a tickle fight, and Shawn’s it. He’s gotta chase her around, find her, and tickle till she taps. It’s how it goes.

All that can be heard are two identical giggles, one just a bit higher pitched than the other.

Her little feet carry her to the other side of the bus, Shawn’s bigger frame leaving him to bump into everything, slowing him up as her small frame ducks and slides past everything.

But Shawn’s coming, she can hear the pounding of his feet getting closer to her, so she takes her last resort in her surroundings and climbs up into Andrew’s bunk, waking him in the process.

Shawn cringes, hearing the ‘umph’ come from the surprised Andrew.

“Shh, I’m sorry! But Daddy’s gonna catch me! I have to hide.”

“Okay, shh!” Andrew responds, making Shawn smile.

He waits a beat, playing. “Where did she go? It’s like she disappeared.” He says loudly outside the bunk. “How am I supposed to find her?”

He can hear her giggle, and Andrew shushing her. He counts to ten in his head and then grabs the curtain. “Ha! I found you!”

“AHH!” She yells, crawling over Andrew and right past Shawn’s outstretched hands down towards the kitchenette.

“Sorry about that, tried to keep her up front.”

“It’s okay, it’s time to get up anyway.” Andrew nods, “You better go, or you’ll actually lose her.”

“Shit.” Shawn mumbles, running back towards the front.

**

This show is more stressful than any other show he’s performed. Maybe it’s because he’s at Rogers Centre, or maybe it’s because John is here to perform ‘Where Were You in the Morning’ with him. But he’s overly stressed.

He’s pacing like a mad man when Brian pushes him into the couch.

“Chill out, okay?”

“It’s just-”

“I know,” Brian nods. “I know. But take a seat and breathe, or you’re gonna work yourself up even more. Sit with Sky and breathe okay?”

“Yeah you’re right.” He nods, looking to his girl that sits in the corner of the couch, watching a movie on Brian’s iPad, and drinking apple juice from her sippy cup.

Shawn takes a deep breath, leaning over and resting his head on her shoulder to watch a bit of her movie with her.

“What are we watching?” He asks.

“Incredibles 2.”

“Oh cool!”

He can tell that he favorite part is coming up, and he smiles already knowing that it’s gonna make her laugh really hard. That’s what he needs right now, a good ole laugh from his babygirl.

And right as the scene with Violet snorts the water out her nose, Skyla laughs so hard that she moves her cup to the side, effectively spilling the whole cup onto Shawn.

He jumps in shock as the lid to her cup lands on the ground, Skyla staring up at him with wide eyes.

“Skyla Rae!” He snaps, looking down at his now soaked button up.

“I’m sorry!” She blurts, pausing the movie and climbing off the couch to set the iPad on the table so it doesn’t get wet. She even goes as far as to grab the towel off the love seat and bring it to him.

“I’m literally about to go on stage,” He pushes the towel away, standing up and rushing to the door. “SOMEONE GET ME A NEW SHIRT!”

Skyla stands at the couch, bottom lip wobbling as a rush of people come running.

“I’m sorry Daddy,”

“I don’t have time for this, I’m about to go on stage.” He says again, walking with Tiff to wardrobe to see if they can put something together.

Brian walks in, taking in the dramatics and spotting Skyla with big tearful eyes. “Oh Honey.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to!” She cries. “I didn’t know the lid wasn’t on all the way. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” Brian shakes his head. “Dad’s just really worried about the show, he didn’t mean it. It’s okay.”

With the rush of getting him cleaned and changed, and to stage in time, this show ends up being the first show that he doesn’t do his ritual with Skyla. He doesn’t have time. And that just makes her even more upset, because now she doesn’t have a chance to tell him how sorry she is before he goes on stage.

She watches him walk on, and sits on the ground to watch.

Brian stands behind her, arms crossed as he watches his niece tear herself up over something that wasn’t her fault. She’s right, she didn’t know the lid to her cup wasn’t on all the way, and if anyone is to blame it’s him. He’s the one who got her the cup, and set her up on the couch.

He takes a seat next to her, letting her rest her head against his arm. “You okay Bug?” He asks softly as she takes a shuddering breath.

“I didn’t give him luck.” She looks up at him with pursed lips.

“Want me to get him for you?” He asks, knowing that if he told Shawn she was upset he’d come running.

“No.” She shakes her head.

**

He has no idea why he was so stressed, this is one of the best shows he’s ever had and he’s only three songs in. The crowd is alive and louder than any crowd he’s ever heard before.

The smile can not be erased from his face, and knowing that his family and daughter are there for him is making this show that much better.

He looks over, knowing that ‘Nervous’ is Skyla’s favorite song to dance to, double taking when he doesn’t see her twirling like he usually does. He really has to focus, but he sees her.

It’s like his world stops for a moment when he spots her sitting on the ground next to Brian, head rested on his arm, pout settled on her lips. And it’s like everything hits him. He never got his luck, or his hug. He never even heard her laugh at that scene in the movie.

He gives the Skyla signal to Brian, who pulls out his walkie talkie. He stands, walking a little away from Skyla so she can’t hear him.

“She’s upset,” He says, watching Shawn’s reaction. Shawn turns to the band, ready to give them the signal too. “She said she doesn’t want you to come.” At this Shawn stops, turning back to Brian. “She thinks you’re mad at her.”

Shawn’s giving the signal before he can even blink. No way in hell was he going to allow his babygirl to think that he was mad at her.

He books it off stage, running to her.

“Princess?” He asks softly, watching her look up slowly with tearful eyes. His heart breaks at the sight. “No Honey.” He drops, sitting next to her. “I’m not mad.”

“I’m sorry.” Her trembling lips say.

“Oh Skyla,” He reaches out and takes her into his arms. “I’m not mad or upset Baby. I’m not.”

“I didn’t know the lid was off my cup, I’m sorry I spilled on you.”

“Honey stop, it’s okay.”

“You were upset.” She cries into his shoulder.

“Not at you,” He shakes his head. “Not at you, I promise. Could never be mad at my Princess.”

“Really?”

“Of course Baby.” He pulls back to look at her face. “Now,” He hums. “Give me some luck?”

She smiles, leaning forward to kiss his nose, and give him his big hug. “You have to go back.”

“I love you.” He tells her, brushing her hair back.

“I love you too.”

He sets her on her feet, taking her face into his hands, brushing his nose back and forth across hers and then planting a long kiss to her forehead. “I love you Princess.”

“Go be a Rockstar Daddy.”

He grins, kissing her forehead one more time and then running back on stage. The crowd erupts when they see him again.

“Hi!” He says into the mic. “Sorry about that.” He waits for it to die down. “It’s just, my daughter is here.” He points to his Princess in the wings. “And she needed me for a moment.” He sighs. “And having my daughter on tour with me is the greatest thing, because for me, it puts everything into perspective.

“Because when she says things like ‘Go be a Rockstar Daddy’ it reminds me of who I am. I wouldn’t be a rockstar without you guys.” He points to the crowd, who’s yelling and screaming. “But I wouldn’t be a Dad without her.” He points to his Princess. “And for me, there's a time and a place to be those things. When I’m here, on stage performing, that’s when I’m a Rockstar. But when I’m backstage, like I was earlier today, watching Incredibles 2, I’m a Dad. And her Dad should not have gotten so upset when she accidentally spilled her apple juice on him. But her Dad was in Rockstar mode. So he got upset which caused her to become upset.”

The crowd is aweing, and listening to him completely, taking in every word because it’s not often that Shawn shares stories like this about Skyla.

“So, that’s why, while I’m a Rockstar right now, I needed to take the time to go and tell her that I’m okay, and not upset. And I just wanted to say in front of all you, to her, that Baby I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I got upset, and I’m sorry I didn’t get to hug you before going on stage. And to apologize further I’d like to invite a very good friend on stage, to help me perform one of Skyla’s favorite songs, since she was a baby. Everyone this is ‘Daughters’, give it up for John Mayer.”

Skyla squeals from side stage, watching Uncle John walk on stage with his guitar and starting to play her favorite song.

“Sky,” Andrew taps her shoulder. She looks at him. “Go get your Dad.” He says pointing to Shawn.

She smiles, running on stage, the crowd becoming that much louder when they see her little body. Shawn turns at the sound, eyes widening when he sees his Princess coming towards him.

He smiles, crouching down to catch her, lifting her up so he can sing the next verse.

John gives her a toddler wave, blowing her kiss before taking over the next verse, singing to the Daddy Daughter Duo in front of him.

Shawn nuzzles into her cheek, letting the moment of being a Dad and a Rockstar consume him. All his dreams have come true.

“I love you Princess.” He says into her ears.

“I love you too Daddy!” Echoes throughout the arena.

[feral-fangs]

Pairings: Hellboy x You

Word Count: 1,445

Warnings: Just a sweet lil fic that’s as light and fluffy as cotton candy.

A/N: Wrote this fic to show everlasting love and appreciation for the sweet @hellboytrash. The idea was theirs, I'm only hoping to do justice to the Hellboy fandom with this lil fic.

Summary: Hellboy surprises you with a night out to experience the traveling carnival that's come to town.

.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:     The Devil’s Carnival     .:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:. "Just wear something comfortable, babe."

You chewed your bottom lip, brows pulling together in consternation at your lover's words rumbling to you from the living area. He'd gotten ready over an hour ago and his excitement about this new surprise was almost tangible. Had he pranked Manning again and just wanted to escape the compound for a while with you? 

Sighing, you just threw on a pair of skinny jeans, the ones he always made deep animal sounds over, always happy to admire the plumpness of your behind when slid into the skintight denim.

He knew surprises made you so anxious. But he was so happy over this one that you just found yourself quietly basking in his joy, eager to go along with whatever harebrained idea he'd cooked up now. A small smile ghosted along your face, eyes filming over as you reveled in the feeling of his love washing over you. He was just such a big dope. How could you not love him?

The last two months had been a whirlwind of constant struggles between the various supernatural races. This little night out was a surprise, especially considering they'd only gotten home just two short days ago. Still, you'd go along with it if only to keep him smiling. You didn't know anyone in this topsy turvy world who deserved to smile more than your big Red.

Finally deciding on a plain black tee, you slipped it on, the neckline dipping low into a sort of arch to highlight your ample chest. Smirking and knowing just how wild it would drive the big guy nuts and a small sort of punishment for springing this surprise outta nowhere. Two birds, meet one stone.

It only took the work of ten more minutes and you were finally ready to head out, hair up in space buns, black suede over the knee boots on and even blacker eyeliner on, sharp enough to cut anyone looking twice at your man. One zip up  hoodie and you two were out the door and damn near skipping through the many levels of the BPRD compound, deftly avoiding Manning's ever condemning gaze and giggling the whole way.

You both breathed in deep of the cool October air, the sun just now setting and creating a blaze of autumnal colors across the sky, barely dotted with cotton candy clouds and the hint of stars winking back at you.

"Ok, big guy, you gonna tell me where we're going now?"

You only got a mischievous smirk in return before he carefully gripped your hand, interlacing your fingers and bringing them up to his lips in a firm kiss, his big right hand of doom coming up to ensure the hood of his camo green hoodie was covering the stark demonic features you loved so well.

Without warning, he slung you across his back, tail sneakily coming up to securely wrap itself around your waist as you gripped around his shoulders and neck, a startled squeak escaping you. And then you were off at a brisk pace, up and across rooftops and leaving a streak of your presence behind in the shadows.

Twenty short minutes later you both landed from a thirty foot drop, HB gently setting you free from being molded to his wide back. Your palms gripped your knees as you bent over, trying to catch your breath as if you'd been the one sprinting through the night to your unnamed destination. But when you stood up and caught sight of the myriad lights and people, and your ears caught the telltale sounds of hawkers and screams of delight. You could only stare up in wonder at your boyfriend, delight suffusing your features and earning an equally delighted grin in return. An honest to God, old school carnival, the likes of which hadn't graced this side of Jersey in decades.

"Happy belated anniversary, baby."

With a jolt of electricity to your body, you came to the startling realization that indeed... your anniversary had slipped by during this last mission without a word to each other about it. It had slipped your mind like a wisp of smoke! 

About to apologize for your terrible lapse in memory, Hellboy pressed a firm yet gentle finger to your lips and shook his head, sending tendrils of his ink dark hair in motion.

Properly choked up now, you leaned up on your tip toes, arms wrapping as far around his neck as they could reach. 

"I love you. I love you... so much." 

You could feel the heat radiate from his already crimson face and a rumbling purr echo in his chest, vibrating into yours as you sweetly kissed his handsome face. 

And then the two of you were through the gates of the traveling carnival, all day ride bands secure around your wrists as you both took in the sights, sounds and oh god, the smells of the many food vendors. 

Lights on strings blazed above you, illuminating the love for each other and the grounds just enough to show you the various places to visit next.

You, whose eyes were long since trained to catch the subtle shimmer of fey-kind, could see the various magical folk flitting to and fro, enjoying the carnival as much as anyone else and feasting on the remains of the fattening food many people visited these kinds of fairs for.

Suddenly, you could see that many of the workers were also supernaturals, giving you sly winks. Suddenly the name of the traveling carnival made an ironic kind of sense. The Devil's Carnival. 

Your little laugh wasn't heard by anyone except the big guy, who only looked down at you with an answering grin, tugging you along into the cool October evening, the rush of fallen leaves lost to the environment around you.

The next couple hours were filled with carnival food aplenty. Hardly anything of substance was spoken between you, just many lighthearted jokes and lots of side-splitting laughter. 

With a hot blush you remembered the funnel cake he helped feed to you and the searing kiss he placed on you when he insisted you had powdered sugar stuck to your top lip.

His big arms caging you as you sat atop a colorfully painted horse on the merry-go-round, also insisting the dangers of going without his protective hold and the statistics of yearly injuries on the ride.

And the roller coaster, the Screaming Eagle! With a little laugh, you remembered pulling his much larger stone arm down in time to avoid hitting the underside of the rest of the coaster.

You couldn't remember the last time you'd both had so much fun. Now here you were, walking around with a giant blue lobster, still giggling like an idiot over the connotation it represented for the both of you. It had taken your boyfriend four tries because he kept crushing the balls to knock the bottle pyramid down, but he'd been determined to win you the thing. 

His much larger fingers engulfed your free ones, swinging your hands between you and bringing you in for a warm forehead kiss. Was it possible to feel so much bliss? 

"C'mon, let's do the ferris wheel before we head home."

You smiled brightly up at him and after the two of you were settled in the cart, the big blue lobster on the seat across from you, it slowly ascended to its highest peak in the night sky. 

Snuggled firmly against his side, your breath catching in your chest as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your shoulder and then to the side of your head. The magic of the evening clouded everything and the view of the city sprawled around, hiding mundane and magicals living side by side without the humans any the wiser thanks to the hard won efforts of the BPRD. 

As you surveyed the splendor of a dark city lit by the many white and colorful lights throughout it, Hellboy played with your fingers. Glancing down in curiosity, tears instantly sprang to your eyes as you caught sight of the dainty diamonds glistening there on your left ring finger. 

Your head sprung back, gasping from both the emotions and surprise of it. You'd never seen him look so serious before.

"Can I make you mine forever?"

The utter love and devotion in his rough voice cleared every obstacle in your mind and as the wheel began making its descent towards the ground, you only answered him with the sweetest kiss and a murmured affirmation.

To answer your earlier question... 

Yes, yes... it absolutely was possible to feel this amount of love.

And more. Forevermore.

[snowdog49]

Backseat Riders

For a good friend: @tomoehawkeye and you request for some good ol’ Havolina. Enjoy! 

“Hey, this is where they told us to meet them.” 

“And they are not here.” 

The blond man frowned as he blew tobacco smoke out the thin slot of the window. His dark blue eyes scanned the dark road. The only light was the redbud of his cigarette. The cool summer night kept the inside of the car at least tolerable. If it’d been four hours earlier, the hot air would have them sweating uncomfortably. The dark-haired beauty next to him leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms. They had been sitting there for over an hour, waiting for a patrol of the Military Police to stroll by. He looked at his watch. “The patrol is almost forty minutes late,” he grumbled. 

“That’s because we are in the wrong spot,” she sneered. “For God’s sake, Jean, can you put out the cigarette?” 

He shot a look towards his companion before flicking it out the window. “Colonel is going to ream me a new one if this goes south. The least I can do is smoke.” 

“I’m going to ring you a new one if you light another.” Her gaze turned to Jean. “Who do you fear more? Me right here right now, or your Colonel Mustang later?”

Jean rolled his eyes, tapping his finger on the steering wheel to a tune in his head. He wasn’t going to ruin his dignity by admitting his fear of Rebecca. She pulled her hair back, tying it off before leaning her head on her elbow to look out the window. Silence filled the car as the darkness seeped down the street. The time on his watch said fifteen till one in the morning, or zero-forty-five if you were to ask them. She reached into the backseat to grab a water bottle, sipping it lightly before handing it to Jean who gulped it in an undignified manner. “Do you have a civilized bone in your body,” she asked as he handed the bottle back to her. 

“I don’t know.” He grinned towards her. “I thought you liked it rough.” 

Rebecca laughed loudly. “Rough is different from uncivilized.” 

“What we did last week was definitely uncivilized.” 

“Jean,” she snapped quietly. 

He snickered, reaching for his smokes from his pocket. He went to pull one out before grumping and tossing them onto the dash. She was growing to be a pain in his ass. It was a wonder how they both got assigned to the same car. Lieutenant Hawkeye generally made a point to ride with Rebecca if she had the chance. A sneaking thought filtered into Jean’s brain, making him smile. “Funny thing,” he turned his head to Rebecca who continued to look out the window. “I sure wonder why Colonel and Hawkeye were so adamant about being together.” 

“Oh, come on,” Rebecca snorted. “You know why.” She turned with a mischievous smile. 

“Normally they don’t,” Jean rolled his shoulders. “They are so insistent on being apart that it becomes obvious they want to avoid any insinuations.” He chuckled lowly, the crack of his grin never faltering. “What do you want to be that this whole idea of sending us to the wrong street was to give them the same privacy.” 

Rebecca hummed, biting the corner of her lip. She pulled up the window, turning the dials to ensure they were on the right channel and the volume was up. “We shouldn’t be out of range. Maybe they called it off and didn’t tell us.” 

“You’re being nieve. They are in that hotel room, overlooking the correct street, fucking like rabbits.” 

Rebecca laughed, covering her mouth. “I’d like to argue it, but I can’t.” Her brown eyes looked fondly to her partner. “I’ve seen the way she looks at him.” 

“You should see how he pouts when she’s not in the office,” Jean quickly added. His side grin returned as he looked towards her. “Don’t you think about me the same way?” Rebecca didn’t respond right away, giving Jean exactly the insulation that he needed. His chest puffed out just a little and his fingers tapped the steering wheel again. “I think about you like that.” 

Rebecca refused to look at him. He was certain that if he could see her reflection in the window, he would see her blush. 

“Except we’re not so illegal,” he whispered. “I’m surprised you haven’t called me more often.”

“Call you?” She laughed. “Ha! You’re the one that comes begging to my office.” 

“I don’t beg,” he huffed. “I just come by to see how you are.” 

She turned to raise an eyebrow at him. “Leaning against my table telling me that you have an awesome night planned for us, with pizza at the end isn’t begging?” 

He pouted. “You didn’t say no.” He waved his hand between the two of them, dismissing the accusation. “I’m the best thing that is happening to you.” 

“We’re on a mission, Jean.” 

Jean reached for his cigarettes, pulling one out. He lit it with his lighter, taking a deep breath in, blowing it out through the slot on the window. “I don’t think that this is happening,” he grumped. “We should just head back to the office.” 

Rebecca hummed as she looked around, seeing two gentlemen cross the street ahead of her. 

“Oh, come on,” he laughed, turning towards her. “You have to say that I’m at least the best kisser that you’ve ever had.” 

She dropped her head into her hand with a laugh. “I’d put you in the upper-middle bracket,” she said, pulling her head up from her hands. 

Jean’s mouth dropped open from shock, his cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. “Not on the top? What am I doing wrong?” 

“It’s not what you’re doing wrong, it’s what the others are doing right.” 

Jean shut his mouth and blinked out the window. His hand held his chest as he whined in a pout. 

“Don’t blame yourself.” Rebecca giggled. “Some are just … better kissers.” 

He leaned towards her but didn’t look at her. “Do you have a scale of kisses?” 

She didn’t answer with words, only a giggle. 

“I don’t believe you,” he called her out. “I think you’re just teasing me.” 

She tilted her head towards his. “To be fair,” she whispered. “The list isn’t that long.” 

His head turned towards her. With a foot firmly on the floor, he shot towards her, his lips conquering hers. Rebecca should have been surprised, but she wasn’t. Her hands shot out to grasp his head, holding him by the jawline. His body moved quickly as it rolled from his seat and on top of her. Jean’s hand reaching for the seat to hoist himself out of his own. Her hands slipped to grasp the collar of his uniform. She pulled him against her, biting his bottom lip as he pulled back. 

“That’s not the best that you’ve ever had?” His chest rose and fell heavily, his body raging as he hovered half over her. “Every kiss with you is the best I’ve ever imagined.” 

In the next moment, her hands flattened on his collarbone and pressed upward. Jean sat up and off her, tilting his weight towards the back of the car. Rebecca whipped her body around pressing him between the two seats and into the back. He let her. He was quick to maneuver his body under hers and they slid into the back of the car. Their lips reaching out towards each other as Jean fell back and his hands desperately reached for the seat to steady on. Rebecca followed suit, more steady with her positioning. He shuffled his way under her as their lips pressed madly against one another. It was rough, clashing of teeth and tongue. He tried to fight back, tried to assert his own dominance, however, Rebecca wouldn’t have any of it. Jean would have liked to say that was fighting hard, but instead, a grin appeared beneath her lips. 

“How’s this for liking you,” she grumbled. She sat up as she grabbed his belt. 

“Needy,” he said as he raised an eyebrow. He kept his hands from hers, watching her steady hands undo his belt. “It’s only been one week. All that coming to your office and saying ‘hi’ really did a number on ya, huh Catalina?”

She laughed, opening his belt and flipping his button open. “More like I’ve been wanting this since they said we’d be in the same car.” 

“I would not have complained.” He lifted his hips so she could slide his pants down. 

“There’s something called professionalism.” She giggled. “Going bare today?” 

“Didn’t do laundry yesterday,” he snickered, flexing his dick. 

Her fingers trailed from his base to his tip. “Lucky me.” 

She sat up as far as she could, pulling her own pants off and wiggling out of her underwear. As clumsy and sporadic as it looked, Jean thought it was amazingly sexy. She slid her pants off, taking her panties off after. He raised his eyebrows, growling lowly. Her fingers trailing in slow motion as they descended her hip and stripped her bare. With one leg off the back seat, he lifted his hips up, hoping to entice her to mount him. Rebecca laughed, throwing her purple panties at his face. It was worth a try. Rebecca was running her own game, Jean was merely there to ride which he was more than eager to get on. It was a roller coaster of a lifetime.

They laid down on the seat with the limited room, Rebecca awkwardly maneuvered around so that his mouth could envelop her sweet pussy. His hands grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to him so that lip tongue could lap her delicious juices. In the next second, he groaned, feeling her lips tighten around the base of his cock and sucked tightly. It felt amazing as her tongue massaged his tip and massaged him with pressure. It didn’t go without saying that Rebecca wasn’t relishing in Jean’s own work as she took him deep and moaned heavily against him His fingers tightened on her hips, gripping her ass as she reached up to tug his balls from him. 

They both had mapped out a list of pleasure for each other. He knew that sticking his tongue into her, swirling it as his lips sealed against her, sent her legs quivering. In all the while, Rebecca knew the exact leverage he needed, leaning him back and sucking in forward, teetered him on the edge. She knew that it’d only take a few times till he’d be begging for her to stop or she’d ruin the fun. He sucked on her labia, slurping as his head dropped back. “Yes,” he groaned deep within. 

“Don’t stop,” she ordered with a tug of his scrotum. 

“Yes, ma’am!” 

Their legs and arms struggled to remain on the seat as they drowned themselves in the act of getting the other on the cliff’s edge of euphoria. It was a game they played, a dangerous game which left at least one of them helpless to the other. Jean was starting to feel it. It’d been one week too long and the visits did a number on him. There was nothing like seeing her and not being able to touch. He always liked what he could see but not touch. Jean’s body raged inside, a growing fire in his groin as his head fell back with a deep gasp. Rebecca giggled as she took him in deeper. It felt as if she was sucking it out of him. He raised his head, licking her from her entrance to her hardened clit before his head fell back again. 

“Damn it, Becca,” he grunted. 

She pushed herself up and off him, letting him pull her onto his face again, lapping up her as if he was dying of thirst. Her hands reached up, pressing aggressively into the roof of the car to steady herself. She shook as she fought the urge to grind against him. It was overwhelming with her heart pounding out of her chest and her mouth-watering. But she needed him inside her. He was the key to her locket and it was begging to be opened. More shuffling included an outstretched hand to get a condom and with Jean laughing too loud and the car swaying too easily. Jean found himself on top. Both of them wished there was more room to maneuver, but after a grunt and a grumble, Becca’s legs wrapped firmly around his waist. One hand by her head, the other on the door, Jean pressed himself off the car’s floorboard. 

Rebecca’s hands slapped his shoulder and she muffled a scream into his neck. Jean didn’t have anything to muffle his groans. He slid as far as he could into her, slowly feeling her tightly around his length. He didn’t want to rush it, he wanted to savor each moment that was given. “Quit teasing me,” she moaned. Her legs tightened around him in hopes of getting him to stay deeper in her, but he only pulled her up with him instead. 

“You think that I’m just getting my kicks out for fun?” He grinned, leaned down to kiss her. She received him fully, sealing with a violent sucking. Her hips lifted to greet him as he slid smoothly back into her. She stretched as he slid deep, pressing nearly to her cervix, igniting every nerve. With the hands migrated to his sides, her nails bit into him. “That’s right,” he moaned. “That’s it!” 

Rebecca never understood how Jean ever had problems dating. He’d always been a gentleman with a great smile, who opened doors and bought flowers. He may not always make great conversation and smoked, but God damn he was a generous person! And when they had retreated to a secluded and dark spot, he never let her down. Her eyes squeezed shut and she whined his name, keeping in mind they weren’t in a place she could scream out. But, oh, how she wanted to! Her body tensed and relaxed at the same time, an electrical shock fizzing throughout. It wasn’t until her hands tightened at their peak into his ribs, reaching for his back, did he release himself. The tightness of her was unbearable. His abs tightened, his body contracting to achieve the deepest penetration. Her fingers slipped against the sweat on his back and his lips kissed up the salty droplets on her neck. As he continued to thrust deeper into her, his body ached for a break. 

“That was definitely on the upper part of the scale,” Rebecca breathed as her pulled out and sat up in the crunched space. 

“Are you fucking serious,” Jean let his jaw fall open. 

“On the upper part of the upper segment.” She raised her hand and waved it as if she was showing a level. 

“You’re killing me inside Becca.” 

“What?” She reached back, using the door to pull herself up. “Scoring a nine for car sex is not appropriate for you?”

He snickered, reaching for his pants. Tossing her underwear back to her, Jean took the condom off and tied it off. “Chief is going to lose his shit that we weren’t at the right spot.” 

“I’m starting to believe that you got lost on purpose.” She raised her eyebrow, watching Jean slide into the front and slip his pants on. 

As she fixed herself up, he sat relaxed in the seat. He needed a moment to recover. He had to wonder if she needed the same. He reached up for his pack of cigarettes, pulling one out. “You need one of these too?”

“No,” she laughed. “I need someone to get this kink out of my back.” 

“I will help you later,” he promised as he lit his smoke, taking in a deep breath. He looked around the surrounding area, still seeing it empty before looking behind himself to see he doing exactly the same as him. “Heh,” he smirked. 

“We’re going on three hours,” she gasped as she tried to calm her heart. “We probably can go back to base and wait for them.” She felt too relaxed to move as if she had melted back into the seat. 

Jean nodded, taking in another breath of his tobacco. They both needed just a moment. “I wish there was room to do a proper cuddle,” he pouted. 

Rebecca only giggled, finally prying herself from the seat and wiggling back into the front. “I suppose if you bring a dessert to my place, we can discuss this cuddling business.” 

He turned his head to smile at her before flicking his cigarette out the window. The radio had been silent the whole time, even as they tried to call out, it was quiet. 

“Let’s go,” she nodded, trying to rub the redness from her cheeks. “We can wait for them.” 

He started the car and pulled from the curb. It was hard not to reach out to graze her hand with his as they drove back to Eastern Headquarters. Silent they sat, content in the warm atmosphere of their actions. Neither one of them could admit guilt, it was too good to wish it didn’t happen. However, both of them were disappointed that it was all that it was. They needed more. And thus the problem they fought with. 

He held the door for her as they entered to halls, walking slowly down to the office. It wasn’t as if they had anything to hurry about. Chances were that they’d missed the whole event and the team would be out for another hour or so cleaning up the scene. They’d wait innocently in the office, maybe playing a card game to pass the time. It was easy to say that they’d gotten lost and went to the wrong district or some other excuse than, “we were busy fucking to try to find you.” Jean opened the door to the office for her, looking in to see the whole group seated and glaring at them. 

“Where have you been,” the Colonel asked as he squinted. 

Becca instantly hoped that she didn’t look like sex like she felt like it. “We sat where you told us. Where were you?” She squinted back. 

“The guy never showed,” Lieutenant Hawkeye leaned over her desk. 

“We tried to call you guys on the radio.” 

She held up the radio. “We tried calling you! We looked all over for you!” It was a blatant lie but they’d go with it.” 

Sergeant Fury walked over and inspected it. He flipped it upside down before showing it to them. There was a little strip of blue tape. “You picked up the broken one,” he verified. 

“You picked up the broken one?” Lieutenant Breda snorted. 

“Doesn’t matter,” Colonel waved his hand. “The guy didn’t show up.” 

“Might as well just go home and try again later,” Hawkeye said firmly as she stood up. 

Jean looked at Becca, raising his eyebrow. Never office history was Riza Hawkeye one to go home first like that. Colonel Mustang was next to stand, rolling his next. “Breda, get more intel and we will reorganize this tomorrow,” he ordered. 

“Sir,” the red-headed officer acknowledged. 

“You said something about dessert,” Jean asked quietly. 

“Give me a fifteen-minute headstart.” 

[fandomplethora]

(ummm, i’m not sure what inspired to make this post (besides the fact that i have been listening to this artist on a near constant basis now) but here we go anyways;;;)

MYSTIC MESSENGER CHARACTERS AS HOBO JOHNSON SONGS

Hyun (Zen) - 3% 

“you should go and quit your job and make all of those dreams come true. how is your self esteem? huh? that's important in what you're about to do. don't talk to your friends, their opinions hold so much weight. and that doesn't make sense. even your family, parents just don't understand. make the time. drop school, and people, and work to play music all night. you'll make a dollar an hour, at least you'll like your life. and roll with the punches even when it feels like you're getting fucking jumped but you're a real bad judge of it. hold on tight, boy. might be a fuckin', hell of a ride. but, but, but, they said it's a three-percent chance...that I'm gonna make it. that's a little bit less than what it is in my mind but it's ok, I think I can take it. they said it's a three-percent, my friends, that's what they said. and then I sat there and thought about it and almost believed it for a sec. but I think that they'll love me.”

Yoosung - Mario and Link

“mario's never getting some and link's never getting some, so why would princesses love me? i'm not really making moves, I'm just kinda breathing. i work at fucking pizza places just so I keep eating. (that's the type of shit)...thats the type of shit to make be buy a flask for 25 and fill it up with takka vodka only 4.99...yester-year yes-sir-please let me get the recipe, to not being broke. fuck I'd really love to be a king, but mario and link should've showed that perseverance is not the end all to everything. the princess in the hallway with a robe, I asked "do you for coffee and scones and she says "no!". but I just killed a fucking dragon though! with this sword that I made from the words of my soul. I just killed a fucking dragon though, I just killed a fucking dragon though. but its whatever I don't even care that much.”

Jaehee - Peach Scone

“...disregard every time I call you pretty. though it's meant sincerely it's just my imagination drifting...so I fall to ground, collect myself and get ready to take over your heart...or at least your spare time. and I love the thought of being with you. or maybe it's the thought of not being so alone. the second one's way sadder than the first one...we should go get a cup of coffee...I don't know what to tell you if I try to confess my love for- scones! i just wanna tell you real quick please, shh, I love- these scones! ...but she, you know, she is just so sweet and she cared about me a lot when no one else cared about me and I think that's really nice. really you know, she's just a, she's just a peach. she's a peach scone. and I love the thought of being with her, I just really hope that she doesn't get hurt.”

Jumin - Father

“my dad taught me 'bout the story 'bout the birds and the bees. when the bees turn into wasps and take half of everything. he sounded sure, that a bird doesn't need a full nest but a bed for our bird heads to rest...he told me son, beware, of the monsters that roam the depths of your head. sometimes they'll make you real sad or or real real mad, or real real jealous and that's real real bad. boy, breathe...my father's married to a shape shifting monster who can sometimes take the form of a really really really nice woman. and although it seems super fucking frightening, sometimes this scary monster makes a really really great vanilla pudding. he has courage but sometimes your courage isn't quite the kryptonite as the monster runs rampant through the house. sometimes your courage makes you feel strong but it seems as if the monster eats your muscles all along, fucking pickin' out your self-respect right out its scary teeth. her breath smells like pride of self and other men she used to meet. and the monster doesn't sleep - just schemes and fiends on the next tasty meal it gets to eat, it gets to eat.” 

Saeyoung (Luciel) (707) (Seven) - The Ending

“she said, "you're like the weird...guy...in all the movies, who turns into the hero at the end and gets the girl" and I was like, "shut your mouth". but I'm gonna take over...the world as soon as everybody dies. i'm gonna take over your heart as soon as I get the balls to try. Ima re-arrange the alphabet and then take "U" and "I" and put a bit of space between 'em and hope that nobody cries. ...Ima be a nice guy might fuck around, it make a difference. Ima hope for the best, but prepare for the worst...I hope that you don't fall into their schemes and what they say, when you look them in their eyes, that they don't choose to look away...I hope that you don't fall into my schemes or what I say. when you look me in the eye, I'll look you dead into the face 'cause you don't deserve to be fucked with unless you're a fucking asshole...yeah, I ain't shit I ain't shit compared to them, right? I ain't shit. and I know she wants a piece of this wit (no!) and I know she wants a piece of this wit. my wit, my wit, my wit...” 

Jihyun (V) - Romeo and Juliet

“we're just romeo & juliet but getting drunk and eating percocets. but just to ease the stress but soft what light, thru yonder window breaks it is the east - but juliet just puked off the balcony. how romantic. nothing like getting drunk and getting manic on a motherfucking monday, i brush the bangs behind her lovely little ear as she describes in detail how the end is truly near. wow, and I'm sure that we can do this for forever or until we drink the poison, 'cause she sees some cloudy weather. ...dear shakespeare, could you write a happy ending please? we just deserve a happy ending please, please. ...and every sting from every teardrop from every ring at every pawn shop. ...but dear mom, conversations from a couch haven't ever felt the same...my mom was made from adam's rib and the marriage went south...but dad loves to shout really loud. loud enough to knock the lamps and dressers to the ground. in my memory, i can hear chopin's nocturnes playing in the background, a slow trainwreck, you'll close your eyes, but forever hear the sound, and boy, it's tough. ‘cause that’s the sound of people falling out of love.” 

Saeran (Unknown) (Ray) - Jesus Christ

“jesus christ seems super nice, i wonder if he'd save me. i've been on the wrong side of a bunch of arguments lately. and jesus christ seems super nice, i wonder if he'd love me. how come I only wonder when I'm sad or really hungry? jesus christ, you're super nice but don't expect much from me. I would kneel down, but I'm afraid that I would just feel nothing. praise god and other things that don't make sense to puny minds, like ours, designing roller coasters that almost always seem to fall apart. ain't it fun, ain't it fun, ain't it fun knowing that. that one day, you know, I fly to the sky, to the sun? and jesus christ, you're super nice. so I'll write a song about it. or that no one ever knowing for always claiming they're about it. press "ignore" on both sides that always claim to know that they're so sure. or just not be a giant fucking prick and enjoy the show. I'll enjoy the show if I'm not a giant prick, does that just mean that I am saved? jesus christ, you're super nice, i'm sure that you could love me. even if I don't go to church every sunday. jesus christ, you're super nice, how could you let me burn? if I'm not murdering people, then smashing their fucking urn. but jesus christ, you're super nice, how could you let me burn? but if I go to hell, I'll grit my teeth and get to work.” 

? (Vanderwood) - Demarcus Cousins and Ashley *note: this one was more difficult because we are not shown much of vanderwood currently in the game though i do consider him a pivotal character - and one i want to get to know more as a player. we know vanderwood is a caring guy who can be rough around the edges - he’s also funny, awkward and, personally, charming. so, i look at this as him relating how he does care for those around him while comparing it to other shit he has seen. okay, analysis done. bye.

“I'm not a nice guy (he's not a nice guy). I go to jail sometimes (he goes to jail sometimes). but I am slowly getting better ever since a little lady wrote me such a lovely letter. I love breathing...I love drinking, but not enough to ever have to go to all those stupid meetings (let’s go)...I- I love you like the dog hates the leash and the leash loves the dog, like I love nothing else at all. love you like my dad loved my mom before they realized they don't love each other at all...I love you like bosses love to talk a lot of shit and like getting really mad when I quit, what? I love you like the bird hates november or just really really rainy windy weather. I love you like america loves to fuck things up and cops love to do things that are super unnecessary...and I love you like the stars love lonely eyes on seven consecutive friday nights.”

Mina (Rika) - Creve Coeur 1 

"hi," says the girl with the right eyes that pairs pretty well when she hits you with the soft smile. you can kinda tell that something's going on, but she's like a skrillex song that never drops, she'll never talk. she'll never talk about the feelings that she felt today. better kept inside of a fence, inside of a cage, inside of a safe. that's safe for her 'cause they just hurt. and she don't know why that god sauntered. I hope he's trying. she said, "I hope he's trying. do you think he's trying?" then I said, "I don't know" but I asked her, "what’s wrong?" she just nods her head. and then I asked her, "what's wrong?" and she said...hold me closely. I don't think you should love me. I always feel so lonely knowing that nothing will ever last forever. sorry, you're much too late, much too late. ("you are so late")...she holds her breath all day and fucking gasps for air at night. she promised she would love me but only 'til the morning time. sorry, you're, you're much too late. you're much too late, you're much too- sorry, you're much too late- much too..."

MC - ? (MC is more difficult...I almost can find lines from various songs but it came down to these two.)

#2 - Mover Awayer (and it’s mainly for this part only.)

“fear  the man who lives without love and  the lover who lives without fear. fear the man who always wants to fight, he's not a talker. fear  the talker who never wants to fight, he's got no guts. fear the man who knows he's gonna die so he cries every night and just denies his life's beauty. and  fear the man who has heaven in his plans, so he gets so complacent that he doesn't call his family. fear the man who doesn't understand that there's a million fish in the sea, but fear the girl who he really thinks is a different species, she'll rip your heart out. ...makes my Mondays feel like Fridays (give me a break)...makes my Ruby Tuesdays taste like Benihanas (give me a break) and all I've really wanted was for us to get along.”

#1 - Typical Story (I genuinely won’t even put the lyrics for this song because it is more about the theme and feel of the song itself - as MC is the only one “playing” and going through these character’s “stories”. Casual, Deep or Another. So, I will just recommend listening to it and reading the artist’s notes on it for why I picked it as number one for MC’s song.)

[detective-sonshine]

“I’ll take this alpaca and run away to never be heard of again!” With Barba???

A/N- This request has been in my inbox for a solid week, andI literally stared at this prompt for a good half hour before finally gettinginspired to write. I hope this lives up to your expectations lol

You were at the state fair with your boyfriend, Rafael. He hadbeen having an especially difficult week at work. There was a case involving aserial rapist who covered his tracks well. Rafael couldn’t prosecute so he hadto let him walk. He has been dealing with a wide range of emotions, so youdecided to give him a distraction.

“I am not going to thestate fair, Y/N,” he had said.

“But why,” you whined.

“Hermosa, I am a grownman.” He laughed. “I am not going to put on some khakis and eat turkey legs allnight.”

“But think about howfun it would be! We can ride sketchy roller coasters, drink cheap beer, and listento bad 90’s music.”

He shook his head. “Nicetry, babe.”

You got close to himand brought your lips next to his ear. “And afterwards, we can make out like teenagersand end up having sex in your car.” His eyes lit up.

“I guess an hour ortwo won’t hurt,” he shrugs. He was too easy.

“Oh, and Rafi,” yousay. “You would rock the hell out of some khakis.”

Now the two of you were walking into the state fair. His handwas placed lightly but protectively on the small of your back. It was Saturdayafternoon, he hadn’t shaved that morning, so he had light stubble peeking throughhis face. You wished he would keep it. It was hot.

After filling up on deep fried foods, you pulled yourboyfriend to a game on the side.

“Baby! You should win me something.”

“Y/N, no one ever wins these games. And if they do, the prizesare exceptionally cheap. I’ll just buy you something later, okay?” he said,brushing off the idea. You were upset in a way. You just wanted to have cliché funwith your boyfriend. You were getting older and the state fair seemed like it’dbe a fun place for a memory or two.

He started to walk away but you stayed at the game, waitingyour turn. The prizes were arranged in order of size, but you had your eyes seton the biggest stuffed animal available—an alpaca.

You listened to the man explain the rules of the game. The goalwas to throw three softballs into a tub about twelve feet away. The only way toget the big prize was to sink every ball. It seemed easy but almost every personwho tried before you didn’t make a single shot. You knew you probably wouldn’t win.

Rafael turned around but before he could stop you, youpulled out a $10 and handed it to the man behind the booth.

“You’re just wasting your money, baby. You’re not going towin.”

You scoffed at your boyfriend. “Watch me.”

You carefully threw the first ball, it bounced around butstayed in. you squealed, just happy you made one.

“Beginners luck,” Rafael muttered. He stubbornness wasbeginning to piss you off.

After making the second shot, you started to get nervous. Youwanted more than anything to make the next shot to prove your boyfriend wrong.

You looked him straightin the eye and tossed the ball like Nathan at the playoffs in One Tree Hill. Youkept looking at him, almost forgetting about the shot until you heard someone say,“Congratulations!”

You had made all three shots. You figured you’d be more excitedby now, but you couldn’t help but feel disappointed in the faith Rafael had inyou.

You grabbed the big, stuffed alpaca from the man andmuttered a small “thank you.”

You began to walk towards the parking lot. Rafael wasn’t havingfun and his attitude was just making you want to go home.

“Y/N, where are you going?”

You ignored him and kept walking towards his car. When youfound it, you tried to open the door, but it was locked.

“Unlock the door, Rafi.”

“Not until you tell me what the hell that was all about,” heargued.

“No. I don’t owe you an explanation.”

He laughed at you, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t laugh at me! I’ll take this alpaca and run away tonever be heard of again!” you blurted out. You had no idea why you said that. Rafaelbegan to laugh even harder at that.

“What?” he said through his chuckles. You took one of yourhands and placed it at the bridge of your nose.

“Look. I knew you had a rough week and all I wanted to dowas get your mind off things. I took you here because I thought we could havefun together, since all you do is work. But this entire time, you haven’t saidone thing that’s positive. You’ve been complaining ever since we got here. I wantedto have a fun time with you but that seems almost impossible now.”

He nervously scratched the back of his head.

“Hermosa, I…” he began. “I didn’t even know I was doingthat. I’m sorry, I really am.”

“Its okay.” You mumbled, not really meaning it.

“No, it’s not. You had good intentions, and I blew it. You haveevery right to be frustrated with me.” He walked over to you, placing a hand onyour waist. “I don’t say it enough, Y/N, but I appreciate everything you do forme. I know how hard you work to make sure I’m happy, and I’m sorry I don’t returnthe favor. I love you more than words can even begin to describe, and I am solucky to have such an amazing woman like you in my life. From now on, I’ll putyou first. And that’s a promise, mi amor.”

Your lips pulled up, forming a small smile.

“Now get in the car, I’m taking you to your favorite restauranttonight.”

You smiled but had different plans. You pushed him down intothe passenger seat and straddled him, closing the door behind you. You hadpromised car sex after all.

Sure, your relationship was dysfunctional but in youropinion, the best ones always were.

[hereliesbitches--me]

Rules

Hello There! Well if you’re here, that means you’re probably interested in me and me cat girl here, and for that I thank you!

While I’m not too big on specific rules, I suppose it’s best to have some little stuff that may clear up some questions in the future.

 First off, Both Mun and Muse are of age. 18+ ,

Mature themes will be present on here, and some aspects of Rosie, her life, and her habits may be triggering. Such as mentions of physical and emotional abuse, manipulation, rape, suicidal thoughts and tendencies,  etc. I try not to get too detailed but if you’re squeamish about it, follow at your own risk.

I do my best to tag triggers with things such as

tw: (insert trigger), but im not perfect. If ya see something that bothers you, let me know so I know what to tag for future reference. I won’t bite your head off for anything, i’m pretty understanding as long as you approach politely. I myself have no triggers, but please tag nsfw stuff.

The basic roleplay etiquette applies here just as much as anywhere else. Most people already know- no godmodding, metagaming,  etc. It’s no fun like that, and we’re all here to have fun, right?

Im open to just about anyone, mutuals and non-mutuals. Canon or OC muses. Even if we don’t follow each other, im happy to roleplay anything if you have an idea. 

Please, feel free to shoot me a message in the inbox even just to say hello when you follow, if you’d like. If you want to interact, and you send me a message like “Wanna RP?” please have something to suggest. Even something completely vague can lead to more, because I myself can suck in coming up with something on the spot. I’ll likely ask you personal questions about your muse, like what draws you to them and such even if you have a bio page and all that, I just like to hear different thoughts. A well rounded character is great, and if it’s in development I don’t mind exploring subjects and aspects.

I would definitely appreciate basic literary knowledge.

I’m fine with small mistakes here and there, but I have to at least be able to make sense of it.  If English is not your first language, I ain’t gonna bash ya for it. I’ll make do- though unfortunately, I’m a loser that knows only English. That’s all I can write in. I am on mobile most of the time, so sometimes formatted responses may take me some time to look into because it doesn’t translate well into mobile. Won’t keep me from following if I like your writing, but I am a simple gal ^^

. When it comes to following, I may not always follow back. But that doesn’t always mean I don’t want to rp.

 Like with multimuse blogs, I may have a bit of difficulty because there’s so much to take in, but I do try sometimes!! Also, as nice as it is, im not a person that likes to get involved in social justice post, political post, or drama/callout posts. To each their own, and I respect your opinions and your passion, but personally I don’t have the mental strength to be drained in the involvement of such things. I don’t mind ooc posts because I do them myself, but if the subjects become too heavy and repetitive, I will have to unfollow. I rather leave that stuff on a personal blog, not an rp blog. If there is something I do that bothers you, you are free to unfollow as well, but just because I unfollow does not mean our interactions have to stop. You can also just approach me directly and we can discuss it so I don’t make you uncomfortable, I don’t mind compromising! I hope you can understand! I don’t condone the gross shit like actual racism, -phobias, etc if its a real issue- then call it out, but when it comes to material being written, I personally don’t believe that people should be policed in what they write if they are not actually harm anyone, and that everyone needs to stay in their own lane. Thank you. 

I like to write in para format, personally.

 I like to get in depth and put a lot into a scene and scenario, so one liners aren’t exactly something I enjoy- Lest it’s for crack and such. You’ll probably see me fooling around a lot, but actual rp is usually done in paragraphs. I sometimes do and I sometimes don’t use icons. I have to draw mine out, mostly, I also use Aoshika from Wolf Guy as a face claim for expressions as well, but the issue is being on Tumblr mobile about 80% of the time blows up the icons out of proportion. Im sure you understand how long drawing icons can take. I apologize now if it looks ugly on the dash. As a partner, I’m not too picky about having icons or not as long as the quality of writing is good. Do you my dudes!

Speaking of writing, I’m horribly slow with replies. 

I apologize in advance, as I am a student in college and I’m working, I find it hard to get inspired to actually sit down and write. But I take long because I will not give anyone a half-assed reply, I make sure there is always something to work with. And if for whatever reason something I wrote doesn’t make sense for your muse in a scenario, just let me know! Im always willing to edit and change something . Even if I’m not writing replies, I’m always open to ooc chats and ideas to throw around about future scenarios.

In regards to shipping, I am Multiship, but I do naturally have my preferred partners. 

 Don’t let that turn you away though! I ship based on chemistry, based on interesting dynamics, and the likes. If you have an idea and you wanna ship, please let me know. I may not always be into it at first but who knows, it can grow on me! Rosie is bisexual so she has potential with both male and female partners, however how her behavior is between the genders varies in a relationship. You will find that Rosie has more sexual interest with the same potential romantic interest in men, and is much more romantically inclined than sexually interest in women. While she is generally open about male relations, she’s even more picky about females because its based more on emotional attachment. But both are absolutely possible.

A side note about Rosie is that depending on the stage in which she is met, and in what verse, loving her is not always easy.

She is an unstable woman underneath with trauma which has created association that expression of emotion is bad. She won’t always be the most loving and affectionate person at times as she drowns herself in responsibility, and she is not very direct in expressing her love through words, but rather through actions. Can definitely be a rough ride, but if you’re willing to go on an emotional roller coaster, so am I. ♡ I am also always open to platonic ships, friendships, hateships and all that kind of good stuff. Variety gives me life and makes everything more interesting.  Rosie has been even prone to toxic relationships.

When it comes to writing smut, understandably I will not write it with minors.

 In general, it takes me a while to be fully comfortable enough with a partner to write it, but I’m not closed off to the idea once we build up a good bond ooc and between the muses. Anything smut related is tagged under nsfw. Rosie is has a sexual addiction in a way, so she may be highly suggestive if she’s interested. I’m absolutely okay with fading to black if that is your preference!

On the note of Rosie’s sexual addiction as a hypersexual, please understand that she can be quite sensitive to it being brought to light. Its a shame to have such intrusive thoughts. Her emotions and feeling towards people can vary drastically- she can be completely indifferent to sexual thoughts towards a person, and then at some other time she needs it like a junkie. She may joke around her flirtatious conquest with friends, but it is not something she likes to get into. Also suffering from bipolar depression, her moods can vary drastically when dealing with particular people.

I like plot driven threads very much.

I find on the whim threads rather hard to keep up, and slice of life moments are only a rare indulgence.  I can indulge in all kinds of subjects, from the nitty gritty to the fluffy, whatever my partner might be interested in as long as we can discuss it.

Rosie was made from an original world, but she is an absolutely malleable character to any sort of fandom story. You can jump to mine or I can jump to yours, even if I know nothing about it. I’m more than willing to do research, go off of what you might tell me, and we can go on a journey from there! I need new stuff in my life. Please show me a new world .

Note that I usually do not like fighting threads.

They can be difficult for me, because while my muse is powerful, she is more often than not incredibly passive. Your muse is free to taunt and push buttons, but know well that she is fully capable of biting back hard. There are consequences for actions, but I do not like going into battle threads unless it’s plotted. For the sake of her children, or keeping her secrets, she is not afraid to kill.

PLEEEAAASEE!! Please Please Please understand that my muse and I DO NOT share the same views on things.Muse does not equal mun. Especially if there is tension between a muse and Rosie, and she gets snippy and harsh. She can be impulsive and say mean and offensive shit because she’s defensive.. and the shit she does is not always alright. Please understand I will not always condone what she does.. She is her own fictional person.

AAAND THAT SHOULD BE IT! Thank you so very much for reading, and I look forward to threading with you all!

[parkerparlour]

Frosting and Dancing - Peter Parker

Summary: Peter knocks on your window late at night, summoning you for a swing around the city and a date.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: None, just fluff!

A/N: Just a fluffy piece that I wanted to get out bc it’s so sweet. Still kinda struggling between if I want to write in 1st person or 2nd person, but I'll figure it out eventually! ;) Honestly, if you have a preference please let me know!

You've been sitting in your bed for a while, scrolling on your phone, unable to fall asleep. There's no particular reason, you’re just not sleepy. You huff when you’ve refreshed your feed five times in a row, dropping your phone to the side in order to free your hands to rub your eyes.

As your fingers are pressing down on your eyes, a sudden rapping noise comes from your window. You jolt up, eyes wide, staring straight at the source of the noise. You sigh in relief once you see the person there - Peter, in his suit without the mask so you can see his face. Standing, you walk over and slide the window open. He starts talking as soon as the window is cracked.

"Hey, Y/N! I was wondering if… you'd.. want to go out tonight?" He looks at your pajamas, realizing that it's a little later than he thought. He had gotten caught up in a crime and it took a while before he could get over to your place.

"I… sure? But I'm not putting on any makeup or doing anything fancy, okay? It's too late." Usually you have standards, but not after midnight.

He grins, "Of course - your natural face is gorgeous, anyway."

You roll your eyes but smile at the compliment. "Smooth, Pete. I'm gonna get dressed, give me a second," you say, stepping back. Peter slides in through the window, closing it behind him. He plants himself on the edge of your bed, waiting patiently.

You rummage around for some clothes before going to the bathroom to change, staying as quiet as possible to avoid waking your parents, who went to bed a couple hours ago. Sliding on a pair of leggings and a tee with an oversized sweater, you feel as ready as you'll get for a time that’s close to midnight. Taking a glance in the mirror, you fix the pillow-mussed-hair you have before leaving and heading back.

Sliding back into your room, Peter eyes your outfit appreciatively. He thinks you look beautiful in anything, even your previous pajamas. His eyes linger on a little patch you’ve ironed onto the sweater, a little Spidey-head right over your heart. He loves it. He stands, gesturing to the window. "Ready?"

You nod and follow him out the window, making sure you have the key to it so you can get back in later. Peter pauses just outside to pull his mask on, then reaching a hand out to you. You take it with a grin and he pulls you close. You already know what this means - a swing through the city. Your hands wind their way around his neck as he picks you up with ease, wrapping your legs tight around his waist. You tuck your chin into the comfortable spot between his neck and shoulder, ready to go.

Peter keeps one hand around you as he takes off, the thick "twhip" sound like music to your ears. Despite it being so late, you'd take a swing with Peter over sleep any day, and tonight you weren’t sleeping anyway. The scenery flies by, and you remember the first time you did this, how sick it made you feel to see the buildings moving so fast. Like a roller coaster with the speed dialed to “not legal” levels. You're used to it now, of course, but it was a little embarrassing when you threw up before. You avoid that particular memory, switching focus.

Your eyes scan all over and try to identify where Peter is taking you, to what rooftop. Just passed the history museum so not there. Not that really cute café either. Eventually you settle to just wait it out, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of Peter holding you close, his warmth radiating from his chest to yours. You press a kiss to his shoulder and feel his smile against your head.

It doesn't take long to get to the destination and Peter comes to a landing, patiently waiting as you unhook from him. Despite getting used to the trips, your legs still feel like jelly every time you land. It's weird going from weightlessness to gravity again.

When you are stable, Peter leads you to a spot where he's set up a blanket and food for a midnight date. You smile at him, "This is so sweet, Peter, thank you."

He looks down shyly, still in the mask. He pulls it off so he can see you face to face, "It's no big deal, I just know today was kinda rough for you and I wanted to do something so it wasn't all bad." You wince at the reminder of how poorly that test went today. Who in their right mind assigns a test on a Friday anyway? You know you got a passing grade, just not the one you were hoping for. You push the test out of your mind, choosing instead to get excited for what is about to come.

Peter gestures to the blanket, bidding you to sit, and you comply. He pulls another blanket out from the shadows and sits down next to you, wrapping it around the two of you. From a plastic bag off to the side, he pulls out food for the both of you, a couple of sandwiches and sodas from his favorite place. He also pulls out a piece of cake, too, which is carefully kept inside a plastic container.

You notice the slice right away. "Cake? What's the occasion?"

"Does there need to be one?" Peter fires back at you.

You shrug, feeling your arms brush together with his as you do, "No, I guess not."

"I mean, cake is cake, and, personally, I think it's a great pick-me-up, y'know?"

You laugh, "It's fine, Peter, I'm not gonna get upset over cake. I'm sure it'll be delicious, since you picked it out."

As you both chow down on sandwiches, you finally get a chance to look at the city around you. The lights are stunning and the view is to-die-for as usual. With a quick glance at the street below, you realize you're on top of your favorite bookstore. Just knowing that that's where you are makes you smile.

As you eat there's a comfortable silence, the two of you just enjoying each other's company. When you reach the cake, Peter lets you take the first bite, only for you to swing the fork in his direction and demand he open. He takes the bite with a chuckle, then doing the same for you afterwards.

It’s indeed delicious, incredibly fresh and soft. It must have been just baked today. There's a hint of fruit among the frosting, sweet and tangy. You wonder what fruit it is exactly, but it's too faint to tell. You pause and the thought of what you're doing makes you laugh.

"What's so funny?" Peter asks, bite still in his mouth and making his cheeks puff up adorably.

"It's just… How did we get here? Not even a couple months ago I had no idea that you were Spider Man and now I'm on a rooftop sharing a piece of cake with my lovely boyfriend, who's a crime fighting hero but also cares about me enough to set this up amid all that. This is so far from the normal I was used to."

"A good difference from normal?" Peter asks, tilting his head in interest.

You press a kiss to his lips, tasting the frosting that was still there, "Yes, a very good difference."

You both quickly finish up the cake, Peter putting all the garbage into the plastic bag that was previously holding it. He leaves the comfort of the blankets to walk over to the edge of the building, holding the bag out and dropping it into the dumpster below with ease.

He comes back over to you, where you make grabby hands at him, wanting his warmth back under the blankets. He laughs, instead grabbing your hands and pulling you up, causing you to gasp. "Wha-?"

"Y/N, may I have this dance?" He asks and you hear that soft music is coming from the spider emblem in his chest, a beautiful slow song. You first wonder how he so sneakily turned the music on. Then you flush hot, suddenly realizing you've never slow danced like this with someone before.

"But, I don't know how?"

Peter pulls you close, "Honestly, I don't either, but it'll still be fun, right?"

"Yeah… yeah!" You say, getting more into it, adjusting your hand positions and resting your head on his shoulder. The dancing is less… dancing, and more swaying and turning in slow, looping circles. But he was right, it's still fun. Incredibly calming too.

After a couple songs, you begin to yawn and Peter rubs your back. "You getting tired? I can take you back home. It's like 1AM now."

You nod against his shoulder and he steps away, rolling his blankets up and tucking them into a corner where he'll come back to get them after dropping you off. You hold your arms out, ready to get back into the usual position, and you do as soon as he steps close enough.

The ride home feels like it goes by even faster than before, but you feel it's probably just because you're so tired. Your grip stays tight even as you nod off a couple times, the motions lulling you to sleep. You wake up as Peter touches down on the balcony outside your window again, squeezing him from the jolt of surprise.

He squeezes back, "Sorry for waking you, but you're home now." 

You nod sleepily and fumble with the key for a bit before Peter takes it gently from your hands, opening it for you. You mumble a thanks after grabbing the key back and slip inside, ready to change back into pajamas. You start piling the clothes you were wearing before, about to go back to the bathroom to change.

Your eyes snap open though and you dart back to the window, which is still open with a waiting Peter there. "Goodnight kisses!" you whisper-shout, pressing your lips against his and he smiles against them before kissing back.

"Goodnight, Y/N. I love you."

"I love you, too. Thank you for this," you say, smiling as you close the window. He draws a heart in the dew on the window before pulling his mask on and flinging off into the night. You grab the previously assembled pile of pajamas and change after pulling the shades together.

That date was just what you needed to feel calm enough to sleep, so you pass out as your head hits the pillow, the taste of frosting still on your tongue and warm love in your heart.

[blackheartseverywhere]

Vent, If anyone actually cares enough to read.

I haven’t actually done a vent post since I don’t even know when, so here it goes.

This is the post that will literally tell you it all.

When I was growing up I never really understood why my parents didn’t talk, and to be honest to this day I don’t REALLY know the reason. I felt like they should have just divorced, I would literally cry and cry and cry all the time as I rehearsed what I would ever say to them if I ever got the chance to really speak my mind about their relationship and how it effected me. I got a chance once, and I got so mad, sadly it was through a text. I flipped out, and said you know what if you guys are going to be this way, and fight through your kids because you won’t talk, then just split. Move out from the same house, file the paperwork, and just end it. My mother said “you just don’t understand” and “there is more than just that”. I am literally almost in tears just writing about that. 

Whenever my friends brought up my parents I would just say eh, they don’t talk so who knows/cares, to everything. Therapy really got my going about them, and I realized that I had been fucked up for a long time. One time when I began therapy, and my meds and all that fucking shit, my dad basically was like oh yeah its just all his fault and all that bullshit. He didn’t agree at all with my going on meds or seeing someone for help, he still doesn’t agree and its been four years since i started the stressful journey to try and get better. 

In middle school I finally started to find more people I wanted to hang out with and started to smoke and drink. I smoked a hell of a lot in middle school and high school, and I realize now also that I preferred to be high or drunk because I didn’t have these constant depressing thoughts. To this day, I do still like to be high because it is a distraction, whereas when I get drunk I usually cry because all my life issues decide to show themselves at once. 

Middle school is also when I got my first kiss, my first make out session, my first “feel up” hah. Nothing serious. I fell hard for this boy Dan Jackson though, and god what I would give to go back to the days when I was too shy to see his parents, and just didn’t have a single care in the world other than for him. He really did make my life better for the time that we spent together. To be honest, I don’t really know why we broke up the first time that we did. I just know that we tried again in high school, and that is when I fucked up and chose Dakota (we will get to him later). Dan and I just didn’t work out in the end which is okay because he really taught me the most. He taught me that when a boy cares, he really will show it, he will hold your hand and lay in a park of grass with you to do anything, even just watch a worm after his baseball practice.. literally we did that.. that was also the first photo I ever had kissing someone, I wish I still had that.

High school started.. and shit got FUCKED up. From the very start, things were all sorts of messed up and I knew it was gonna be quite the ride. Soccer was great though, literally the only thing that kept me going was soccer. I dated Colin, oh boy, I didn’t really know anything about him other than we went to middle school together and he sat with my best friend Mitch at lunch. Never met him before a pool party that was on his birthday actually, at MaryKates aunts house. I decided that day, at the pool party, that this boy was cute and I kinda liked him a little. Got his number blah blah blah, then we dated for what maybe a week or two??? Then school started and I decided nah this guy is not for me, I thought he kissed bad (literally was his first make out or kiss or whatever so I was a mean person for thinking he kissed bad when he wasn’t experienced yet!) Anyway, we decided to stay friends, and even ended up becoming “best friends” or so we called it. This boy man, he took me for the most wicked (and not in the RI way we say wicked, meaning good, this was wicked like the witch) crazy, far from fun, roller coaster ride of my life. 

I knew he liked me, everyone knew. I just ignored it because I was more concerned about others... leading me to dating Dakota freshmen year. Dakota was awesome, I fell hard for this boy and lost my virginity to him, and he lost his to me. We had fun, well as much fun as you can have when neither of you can drive, you didn’t attend the same school, and his parents didn’t think nicely of you. Really though, we did have a ton of fun. He was always over and my mom and family (minus dad) loved him. He was goofy and literally over a foot taller than me. We broke each others hearts in the end. He really fucked me over though but honestly I don’t even want to think about that. He ended up moving to Arizona sophomore year and boy did I miss him. He told me he would write every day.. I got two letters, one he wrote before leaving and the other was mailed.. oh well. 

Sophomore year was the year that got really all messy. I realized I was boy crazy haha! Just to clear the air to anyone reading by the way, not boy crazy like OMG I was having sex with every boy haahah, I legit just liked a lot of people, and by this time I had only had sex with two people, Dakota and Dan Jackson when we got together after me and Dakota ended. 

As this all happened Colin was always fighting with me, and I was always fighting with him, about every single thing. He knew I was boy crazy and was really mean about it, but hey like I said, he liked me so of course he was gonna be mean ANYWAY. 

Then Casey came into my life. This happened in like February or March I believe. I remember Pat was away on vacation, Pat was a mutual friend we both hung with, I always was with Pat getting food or ice cream or whatever, he was my best friend, other than CoCo aka Colin. Casey and I had started to text, honestly not sure how. We decided to meet up and get breakfast, we went to the handy and i literally remember I got a bagel with cream cheese, and that he looked like something I wanted to eat more than that bagel.. and my ass legit to this day, eats a bagel with cream cheese most days!  Goddddd, I legit was like holy fuck, this boy is who I want to last. He was AMAZING, every thing I ever wanted. (Colin was ticked because it was his friend!!! hahahaha) I was sooo happy for the couple months I got to spend with this boy. I never had all the bad thoughts about my entire life while I was around him. He took my breath away, he made me feel pretty, he kissed me in the hallway after school for everyone to see. I was literally love struck. Never did we say we loved each other, because it wasn’t love just yet. We were just really happy together. 

Spring break came. I was going on a school trip to Costa Rica, Casey sadly was not coming, but Colin was. Casey and I met up before I had to go to Rogers to meet the bus for midnight. Casey has just gotten his license not too long before so he picked me up and we went for a drive, happiest most amazing most exciting (in my pants, sadly no full on sex on that ride haahah just a lot of touching) car ride ever. Then he kissed me so sweetly goodnight and it was that night, that, that fucking night, that  I had my last kiss with Casey Harrington. If i knew that I would have changed how everything went down following that kiss, and that week that was coming. 

In Costa Rica Colin kept trying to get with me, he knew I was with Casey, and mind you he had a girlfriend! A girl on the trip made a phone call home and low and behold it got to Casey that Colin and I were hooking up.. WE WERE NOT. Shit was all fucked up now, I confronted the girl and basically was like FUCK YOU, YOU LYING FUCK. This trip was the first time Colin saw me cry, and it was because things were over now and I could not change it all the way in Costa Rica. I cried for real, and he cried also, though I bet he would deny that. We kissed that night and decided well, if they think we hooked up fuck it. WE DID NOT HAVE SEX  we made out. THAT IS ALL. MADE OUT. 

I got home to a lot of mean messages from more than one person. I had Colin and I had Pat ( and Steph, she was there through all of this though we had a rough patch about Dakota...). I was a mess, I missed Casey, and told Colin I was going to try to get him back. It didn’t work, although once I saw him out and he kissed me right on the fore head and told me he was sorry and regretted not taking me to prom.. I almost cried in front of the world that night. 

I got with Colin. We ended up dating. He was fucked up, and I was fucked up. Mentally. We fought all the time, literally allll the time. But people loved us together and always were saying they knew we would date, and probably get married one day. FUCK NO. I was in the midst of literally breaking down all the time, and I definitely became depressed during this relationship. I do not blame my depression fully on Colin but some of it was him. We were on and off, and really happy at times. We went out on dates, my family loved him (again minus my dad). His family definitely didn’t like my shyness but oh well. 

In the end we broke up after Junior year, he talked shit to all my guy friends about me. They all stopped talking to me. Until after high school when most stopped caring and we became acquaintances again. Colin told everyone I was a “dead fish” and well to him I just never wanted to be on top during sex. He legit made me feel bad about myself. Why would I want to do something where he could again, judge me. Literally, he made me never ever want to be on top, he ruined my self esteem and made me hate myself more than I already did.

We were both fucked up and nuts. He hated me and I hated him. But we were so in love with each other at the same time. This summer my dog passed away, I got into my first car accident, got my first speeding ticket. Then I beat a girl up because they hooked up, and he got out of my car because of a boy I was hooking up with to go punch him in the face... literally nuts. 

I spent my entire, ENTIRE, summer before senior year, drunk as hell. Me and Taylor, and then Danny G came into the crew. Danny and I started hooking up, I took his virginity, we were both a bit drunk that night, but we kept hooking up, even sober hhaha. Danny and I kept things up and were together all the time, either at my house or Steph’s or his or just in the car, for the whole summer and a little more after summer. Sadly one day I decided i still kinda felt for Colin and that didn’t sit well with him, I still feel bad about that. 

God, I was so fucked up. Between my parent’s hating each other, Colin and I hating each other, and me realizing that I was insane, I was depressed and full of fucking rage! Soccer started and I was happy again, I got my anger out through the sport. The breakfast club began when Soccer did and that saved my life. We were high all the time, and drunk most weekends. We threw parties and we just raged like best friends did. Mary, Laura, Lily, Mattea, and Myself. I would never change the friendship we all had together for anything. Ups and downs. Those girls had my back. We all were boy crazy and we all had fun. I was definitely still relying on weed and alcohol though. I was back to crying all the time, every night, just sad and literally wishing I was dead. 

Colin was in a few of my classes to start senior year, and I was not happy but whatever I dealt with it, and we just kept away. He started being a complete dick after a few months in. He would flick me off every day and just literally be RUDE AS FUCK to me. I had to ignore it and just act like it didn’t bother me.

Cocaine came into my life senior year, I fucking loved it. I didn’t do it too much, just when there were big parties or there were dances. I loved it, but like I said nothing crazy came from that. (I mean I am still alive and not addicted to drugs or anything so I am doing well even though I am a depressed mess.)

I got with Shane around Christmas.. he doesn’t matter though, he cheated on me. I just loved that he would buy me alcohol. LOL

I went to college the next year. I started soccer at Salve, and welp, I quit. I fucked myself over and literally RUINED my life. I regret that. Quitting soccer and going on that Costa Rica trip, those are the two regrets I have in life. 

Days are passing and Dan V. comes into my life. We fall soooo hard for each other. I left Salve for two reasons. One I wanted to see Dan more, so URI it was. And two, I could not take the pain of seeing the soccer girls, and knowing, how fucking bad I fucked up.  Dan made/makes me so happy. He is always there and never made me feel bad about myself or self conscious about sex or anything like Colin did. 

Fast forward to the end of Freshman year. I failed all but one class, and got kicked out of college. I was so fucking fucked up about this. I cried and said I would never go back. But dad and I wrote that letter to appeal it. I got back in following the medical tests I decided to go through with to see wtf was happening to me. 

I had gotten all the medical testing done, I was diagnosed with, extreme depression, chronic anxiety, ADHD, and my Auditory processing speed was below 95% of my peers. I realized that day, when I read that packet and I cried in my car that I really did need help. 

Now jump to the middle of Sophomore year of college.

I went to therapy, I got the meds, I did it all.

Nothing fucking changed.

I wanted to die.

I got drunk EVERY SINGLE day.

I barley ate, and I really only wanted to go to the gym. 

I got skinny. Too skinny at one point.

But fuck it right???

Senior year of College, aka my Super Senior year, I went back to Coke a little bit, and did it a lot more than before but still I was not addicted just trying to forget shit and be happy. I got drunk again, every single day, and just did not give two fucks about anything. 

Now here I am. 23, I made it out of college even while I was and still am depressed. I am going back to school at PC, even though I have a BA in English and a MA cert in TEFL. 

I am still insanely depressed and it is getting so so so bad again. I can’t seem to sleep. My migraines are getting intense, and happening DAILY. I still have Dan by my side and I am so thankful for him. But man, I honestly just wish I killed myself way back then. I still pray that one day things will get easier for me, and that I will beat depression, and I will just not have anxiety. That won’t ever happen though. 

I just need things to look up for me. But I guess I need to be able to look up also for that to happen. 

As you can see, I was completely boy crazy. I was overly in love at some points, mostly with Colin. I was bat shit crazy because I was depressed and for the longest time did not know it.