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bluesidez · 7 months ago

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GymRat!Miguel Part 8

content warning: fluff, a little bit of hurt/comfort, some mentions of food, 18+ so MDNI, thigh riding 😙, thigh fucking 🤪, public indecency??? exhibitionism???, katoptronophilia aka mirror sexy time (thanks for the word jelly 🪼), just overall a really good time

word count: 4.4k, not proofread (we're only gearing up to what I assume will be another giant chapter 😷)

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GymRat!Miguel who does some sets of push-ups, sit-ups, and leg raises in place of the gym. You watch him while you wait for room service, encouraging him from the side. Your presence was especially needed during the sit-ups when you sit at his feet, holding them down and giving him kisses when sits up.

GymRat!Miguel who sings loudly in the shower after his workout. You have to answer the door with an apology as the server laughs at Miguel belting out Britany Spears.

GymRat!Miguel who finally decides to respond to his texts. He’s had enough time to cool off and your presence was like a calm breeze, kissing away at his skin.

He discards his empty plate, placing it back on the cart. You’re still chewing away at some fluffy pancakes, enjoying the views of the high-rise hotel as the default channel played soft jazz.

GymRat!Miguel who lays in your lap while you eat some fruit. He has his phone in his hands ready to type, but he opens his mouth, silently begging for you to feed him grapes and pineapple chunks.

He hums to himself happily when you comply, combing a hand through his hair. He felt so peaceful like this. Serene.

GymRat!Miguel who sighs as he opens the message app. Here we go.

Abuela 💕:

“Abuela I’ll call you tonight”

“And there will be no babies. Not now”

“There better not be!”

Pa:

“Gracias pa”

“I’m glad you were able to meet her”

“She means a lot to me”

“I can tell”

“Mijo you pack a big punch!”

“Uno más!!!”

“You got that from me 👍🏽”

“Sure did pa 😭”

Gabri 🤡🤏🏽:

“You’re such an instigator”

“It’s not instigating. It’s reporting 😌”

“‘It’s reporting ☝🏽🥸’”

“Shaddap”

“You think I’m letting a member of the robotics team bully me?”

“You have perfect pitch and play the saxophone”

“You’re not winning this battle”

“Aren’t you supposed to be entertaining my girl? 🤨”

“Direct this clown act to her”

“Not sure how she puts up with it but I’ll free her soon”

“Stfu”

“A real man would be doing OTHER things but I digress”

“Did you really have to send a pic”

“You hate me”

“It’s clear to me now”

“Anyway what’s this about Tyler punching things”

“OHHHHH”

“He got him good”

“Square in the face”

“A bloody mouth to match his nose”

“TWINEM”

“Good”

"Pa said he granted me the ability to punch"

“He can dream on about that”

“Because where tf is my strength 😒”

"He punched Tyler before"

"Your time will be soon"

"😕"

"Also Ik about Nancy cheating already"

"Tyler told me in high school"

"I didn't want to be the one to tell Kron"

"Ur better than me"

"I would have told him that after that punch"

"YOUR MOM IS A HOMEWRECKER!"

"That's not what that means but ok"

Dana:

“Does your bf know you’re lusting after others?”

“Not if you don’t tell 😙”

“….I don’t think I want to give you her number”

“You’re perfect for Gabri”

“You’re both unbearable”

“What’s unbearable is I’m not talking to your gf rn”

“It’s too many O’Haras”

“Too much testosterone”

“SAVE ME MIG’S GF”

“MIG’S GF SAVE ME!!!”

Dad….Tyler:

“It’s ok. For what it’s worth, I can tell that you had good intentions.”

“Gabri told me what happened”

“I apologize for acting out of order and punching your son, but I couldn’t let him disrespect my girlfriend and my mom. No matter how difficult she may be, I’m the one who should tell her about it. Not him.”

"I completely understand that. You did what you thought was right, and that's far more admirable than what Kron did."

"In another reality, you and Kron could get along. For now, I will aim for cordial. I will make sure that he apologizes to you, your girlfriend, and Conchata."

"I don't want an apology if it's not genuine."

"Let's move on from that. You said you wanted to make it up to me? I saw that you added more dates to the hotel. Thank you for that, you didn't have to."

"Yes! If you are willing, I would love for you and your girlfriend to meet with me. I actually arranged something for you, Gabriel, and your girlfriends. I want to hear your input before I finalize the details."

"Sure thing. Is this afternoon ok?"

"That's perfect. I'll see you then."

Ma:

Read: 11:10 AM ✓✓

“Ugh,” Miguel groans, shutting his phone off and closing his eyes.

You stop rubbing his hair and look down, “What’s wrong?”

Miguel grunts as he moves your hand to continue, “My mom wants me to come home. Not sure if I want to do that right now. Not unless I know she’s ready to be accountable for once, which I highly doubt.”

You hum in understanding, “She’s still your mom, though. You’ll have to see her eventually.”

“My mom or not, she had no right to talk to you the way she did,” Miguel said reaching his hand up to your face. “It was cruel and…strange coming towards you. She doesn’t know you. Not yet, anyway.”

It’s not like she was trying to know you, either. Miguel seemed to understand this in your silence.

“I have to go grab some clothes so she might just get her wish,” Miguel says, turning his head towards your stomach.

You look down at him, “You don’t have to. Today is my last day here.”

“Well, lucky for us, Tyler extended the stay for a few more days,” he grinned. He started to move your shirt to fondle your skin.

Your stomach twitched as his breath brushed your skin. He started to kiss along your front, head disappearing under your sweater. He hummed as he started to tug at your underwear with his teeth.

“Hey,” you say, watching his head moving around through the material. “Stop that and finish talking.”

You pulled your sweater up to reveal him, his teeth still holding the band of your panties and eyes like a cat that got caught.

He let the band go close to your stomach so it wouldn’t snap, “This visual is making me forget everything.” His eyes are heavy and wandering.

You look to where he’s looking to see that you’re essentially flashing him.

You drop your shirt in embarrassment, letting out a sound of panic.

“No, no, baby let me see.”

“No, you’re at such a weird angle.”

“All art must be viewed up close and personal.”

Miguel sat up from your lap. He watched as you huffed and pinched the neckline of your sweater, moving it for air.

"You're so confident from afar, but when I'm near you like this, you get so shy. Even in public, you can be so bold. It's just you and me here."

"It's just," you watch Miguel as he crowds your space. His mouth goes behind your ear to press his lips into your skin. "I don't know. It feels like...more when it's just us. More real."

"Does it not feel real when we're in public?"

Miguel sits back, eyes wondering to yours. There's a pinch in his eyebrows, so faint you almost miss it.

"It does! That's not what I mean."

"Then, what is it? Tell me. Talk to me."

"I want to do more with you."

"But?" Miguel holds your hands in his, stopping you from picking at the loose threads of the sweater. He rubs them with his thumbs, itching to pull you closer.

"But, when you look at me like that, I feel like I could pass out. I get overwhelmed and nervous. I don't want to say or do anything stupid. It gets harder to control myself. I feel crazy."

Oh.

"Then there are moments when my brain fools me into thinking that you don't like me in the way that I like you. Moments when that girl from not so long ago comes back, ashamed of herself and her body. A small part of me that thinks you could date anyone else and you're settling."

Miguel takes a moment to process your words.

He takes a breath, then opens his mouth.

"You really don't understand how much you affect me, do you?"

Miguel pulled you in his lap, fed up with this charade.

You grip his shoulders, steadying your balance with how fast he grabbed you.

"Miguel-"

"I don't know everything that your last boyfriend did to you and I don't know everything that you've experienced because of your body. Baby, I don't even know what you've seen all this time to make you think you're not worthy of love and respect, but I'm here to squash it."

"I meant it when I said that I love you. I'll learn it in a hundred languages just to remind you. I'll even tattoo it on my forehead for you to be reminded of it every single time you see me."

"I don't think you need to go that far," you say, eyes warm.

"No, I think I should. Anything for you to understand me. Anything for you to see you like how I see you."

"Letting out my deepest darkest secrets here, but do you know what I did when we first met?"

You shake your head, curious.

"I had a dream about you that was so good, I fell out of my bed. Peter never lets me live it down."

"A sweet dream?"

"Now, you and I both know it was more than that. Two cold showers should answer your questions."

You hide your face in his neck, heartbeat drumming through you, "Did you really?"

"Hand to heart. I understand your feelings. I acknowledge them too, but I need you to understand mine as well. Trust me when I say that you are unbelievably sexy. I love you and your body. My eyes caught your appearance before I came to know your personality. Anybody would be lucky to have you, but I'm the luckiest because you chose me."

Miguel hugged you close and kissed your head.

"Now let's rewind. You said you feel crazy when you're close to me?"

You groan in his neck.

"Uncontrollable? Heated?"

"Miggy, stop."

"My girlfriend is head over heels for me," Miguel hummed as he rubbed his hands down your naked legs. "She wants to ruin me."

"No, I don't."

"She's still wearing my clothes with nothing underneath but her panties and is leaning all over me. Her thighs are around my waist and she just told me that she wants me."

"You put me here," you lean up and stare at him. Your cheeks were hot and your eyes were dewey.

"She's looking at me like she's upset, but now I know that her heart is going crazy. I want to kiss her."

"Then do it," you whisper.

The kiss is sweet, the taste of fruit and syrup still on your lips. You finally relax in his arms, body melted against his. His hands slip under your sweater, dancing over your back. Your skin is soft and warm, a blanket over Miguel's figure.

The time where you two connect extends deeper and longer. You let your hands venture further than the nape of his neck, roaming until you brush across his chest. Miguel's breath hitched as your nails raked his nipple, chest jumping at the impact.

You break for a second, wanting to get air, but Miguel leans back in, desperate. He's whining, groping your body all over. His noises go straight to your core, twitching above him. He matches your pace, dragging your hips across his, reveling in how fast your body was reacting to him.

When he leans back, there's a string of saliva connecting you two. He's breathing hard as he watches you.

"Can I take this off? Please," Miguel grips the bottom of your sweater, eyes pleading.

You bite your lip and slide the sweater over your head, dropping it to the bed. You bring your hands over the top of your chest, arms framing your breasts.

You can't look Miguel in the eyes, too shy, "Is this fine?"

Miguel's eyes almost turn as he watches you, so shy but so seductive. He reaches out to cup your breasts in his hands, groaning when they plush through his fingers.

"You're so," Miguel rubs his thumbs across your nipples, enjoying you twitching and gasping in his hold. "Fuck."

His gaze burned into you, hungry as you lapped his tongue around your nipples. You let out a whimper when you feel him pull your skin in, mouth hot. It doesn't beat his pleased hum, voice like a man finally getting relief.

He massages your vacant breast, movements getting harsher. His grip is like a vice making it harder for you to second-guess yourself.

You hiss and rake your hands through his hair, "B-baby, be careful."

"Lo siento, mi amor," Miguel says, kissing across your areolas. "'M sorry."

You find your breath, fighting to steady your voice, "You're on me like we didn't just do something earlier."

Miguel paused and placed his cheek on your chest, "Baby, I'm a virgin and a man, not a prude. With practice, I could go all day."

The thought of that has you tightening your legs around him, hips stuttering. Miguel shifts to pull you over his left thigh.

"Does that excite you, baby?" Miguel smirks.

You close your eyes and nod, hips rolling over his thigh, keening high as he hikes his thigh closer to your sex and grips your waist. His muscles feel so good against you, the sounds getting wetter and wetter with each swipe.

"God, you're so pretty like this," Miguel sighs. "My gorgeous girl."

Your movements are becoming more frantic, Migiuel's voice in your ears spurring you on. He was sucking into your neck, growling as you scratched against his shoulder blades.

"That's right, baby. Keep going. Use me to get off," Miguel helped your hips keep a steady pace, pulling at your briefs to a makeshift thong. The tightness of your underwear combined with his thigh and his voice sends you into overdrive.

"Miguel!" you sob, hands gripping his hair. Your body trembles as you squeeze your thighs around him, cunt pulsating around nothing but your underwear, release leaking onto his leg.

Miguel cooed as you dropped your weight against him, body limp and hips fluttering with aftershocks. You panted as you kept your head on his shoulder, willing yourself to calm down.

"Are you ok?" Miguel asks, kissing your temple, your ear, your cheek. He feels you nod into his skin, blissed out.

"I like how you called me the needy one and you're the one who came three times today," Miguel mumbled, laughing as you swatted at his pec.

"I already confessed what you do to me. This shouldn't be shocking."

"Didn't say that. 'M just happy you feel more comfortable around me. It's what I want." One last kiss to your face seals his joy.

You lift up on shaky knees, hands holding onto Miguel for dear life. Your thighs were still shaking and your underwear was ruined. Miguel's cock twitched at the essence that seeped onto his leg, watching as sticky lines dragged from his skin to yours.

He grabbed you by the waist with one hand and wiped at your slick with another.

He's about to swipe at it with his tongue until you stop him.

"Miguel! Don't do that," you say, flustered.

"What? I'm just enjoying the fruits of my labor," he pouts as you grab some napkins and clean off his hands and thigh.

"So close to eating you, yet so far," he sighs miserably. "One day."

You ignore him and look down at his erection, taking a knuckle and lining the side. It was your first time really paying attention to him down there, now that you weren't distracted by his advances.

"What about you?"

He twitched as you walked along his clothed shaft, pre-come leaking through the fabric.

"As much as I want you to continue, we have to get ready for today," Miguel jerks as you continue your ministrations with a pout on your face. "And, I need condoms if you want to take this any further."

"Not even a blowjob?" you peer at him with your deer eyes again.

Miguel took a deep breath, "I was right. You are trying to ruin me."

GymRat!Miguel who lets you know that Tyler wants to meet you both after you both have changed clothes for the day. Something about a surprise.

"I love surprises!" you say turning to Miguel with a smile on your face. "As long as it's nothing like last night. I think it'll be ok."

Miguel matches your smile and presses his lips to yours.

GymRat!Miguel who stops at his home briefly, trying to get in and get out. He manages to fill up his travel bag, drop off his laundry, and give Gabriel a heart attack all before his mom notices he's there.

"Where are you going?" Gabriel asks with his hand over his heart, headphones lopsided around his neck.

"None of your business, nosy."

"Uh, it kind of is my business. You think you're grown when you're really not."

Miguel rolls his eyes. He didn't really want to tell Gabriel, but sometimes he couldn't say no to him.

"We're going out to see Tyler. He has a surprise for us. He also said he arranged something for us including you and Dana."

"Oh shit! Ok. And if mom asks where you are?"

"Tell her I'll come by tomorrow. I'm spending the next few days with my girlfriend."

"Alrighty," Gabriel sing-songs, placing his headphones back on his head. "You kids be safe. Don't scare my girl away."

Miguel smacks Gabriel across the head and runs out the door before he can catch up.

GymRat!Miguel who just laughs at your face while you frantically unlock the car to let him in.

"Baby, what's wrong?" you ask, voice in a panic.

"A string bean is trying to attack me," he responds, giggling as Gabriel runs out of the house.

"I'm getting you back for that you oaf!" Gabriel yells as Miguel backs out of the driveway. He stops his anger to wave at you, which you return with a sweet smile.

"Baby, you're encouraging him."

GymRat!Miguel who guides you through the doors of a cafe that Tyler recommended. He sticks out like a sore thumb with his stark white hair and light clothing. The only semblance of color on him was his silver jewelry.

He sat there, typing away at his phone, oblivious to the people around him who found familiarity in his form.

"Dad," Miguel said, the word funny on his tongue. He tried to make an effort to refer to him as his father in public, something Tyler appreciated greatly.

"Son!" he got up and engulfed him in a hug, giving you a softer version afterward. "It's good to see you both."

"It's lovely to see you again as well, Mr. Stone," you say, giving Miguel a smile when he pulls your chair out for you. "Thank you so much for thinking of us after all that's happened. Thank you for paying for my stay as well, the hotel is very lovely."

"Anything for Miguel's loved ones," he smiles in a way that has a hint of Miguel. You feel better going into the rest of this meal.

GymRat!Miguel who almost chokes on his coffee before Tyler can finish his sentence.

"A yacht?!"

"Is it too much? I can do something else to your liking," Tyler frets, wiping his hands on his slacks. "I'm not sure what all kids your age like nowadays."

"I've never been on a yacht. so I don't even know how to react," Miguel responds.

The two of them are sporting the same deer-in-headlights look.

"I'm sure it would be a great experience for all of us. If everyone doesn't mind, I'm sure we can get together and have a great time," you say, helping the two of them out. "Something nice to start the summer off."

"That's great! I will have everything ready by the beginning of next month then," Tyler says, mood lifting immediately. He was a lot like a golden retriever. "With that in order, I'd like to grant you this."

He takes his wallet out, reaching in to grab a card.

As he slides it across the table, your eyes grow big.

It's a black card with T. Stone pressed across the bottom.

"What's this for?" Miguel asks, staring at the card with building curiosity.

"You all need clothes for the trip, don't you?" Tyler asks. "And I'm sure you need more clothes to wear this week. Please take this, I don't mind. I trust you not to go overboard. I'll let you know when to give it back."

Miguel took the card in his hands, the weight of it heavier than any of his own.

"I guess it's time for a shopping spree," Miguel said, a smile growing on his face.

GymRat!Miguel who drives you straight to the mall. The windows are down as you both laugh and sing to the song on the radio. Miguel wishes he could record this moment, but for now, he dials it back to replay in his memory.

GymRat!Miguel who is happy to carry your bags and encourages you to buy more. Whenever you start to feel like you've gone overboard, he just whispers "black card" in your ear like a devil on your shoulder.

GymRat!Miguel who convinces you to walk around the name-brand stores. He did have Tyler's card, but he was also thoroughly watching what you gravitated towards. He locked away so many gift ideas for later.

GymRat!Miguel who joins you in the mirror of a shades shop. The both of you take pictures with coordinating glasses and you giggle as Miguel makes silly faces in some of them.

GymRat!Miguel who becomes your doll as you pick out outfits for him. He's smiling down at you as you put different shirts up to his body, mumbling to yourself as you make decisions. So pretty.

GymRat!Miguel who waits while you try on some clothes, giddy whenever you show him a new outfit. You managed to find clothes that coordinated with his and you're super excited about it.

"Close your eyes!" you yell through the door.

He does so and listens for you to walk out. After you take a while, he opens his eyes a little.

"Baby, no peeking," you chastise.

He huffs and waits a little longer.

"Ok. 1, 2, 3, open!"

His eyes land on you in a dress that hugs your curves like no other. Your chest fills out the top perfectly and seeing your stomach through the front is driving him mad.

"Do you like it?" you turned around, giving Miguel a grand view of how your ass was sitting in the dress.

"Do the dressing rooms have a time limit?"

You blink at him owlishly, "No? Why?"

GymRat!Miguel who drags all of your bags and you back inside of the dressing room with lightning speed. As soon as he locks the door, he's attached to your lips, kneading at your ass and hips.

You gasp in his mouth, shocked at how fast he's moving.

"Miguel, what- oh," you sigh as he leans down and pulls your dress up, face buried in your neck.

"You look so good, mi amor. I can't help it."

GymRat!Miguel who almost cums when you pull his dick out. Your eyes grow along with his erection, watching as he twitches in your hold. You've never taken anyone this big and from your hesitance, Miguel can gather this much.

"We don't have to do anything. In fact, you don't have to do that here," he pants.

"You mean take you down my throat?" you ask, running your thumb over his head, watching in awe as liquid seeped out. Miguel bit his hand to quiet his moans. "I'll wait until we're somewhere more private and less noticeable that I'm on my knees for you."

Miguel looks at the open space under the dressing room door, "Yeah that's probably for the best."

GymRat!Miguel who places you in front of him, both of you facing the mirror. Your dress is bunched up and Miguel is rocking his cock in between your thighs.

He's bent down, biting lightly on your shoulder so that he doesn't shout. Your thighs were so warm and plush against him and his pre-cum was spewing out of him like a fountain.

"You feel so fucking good, baby," he moans a little too loud after a few minutes.

GymRat!Miguel who watches you in the mirror. Your tits were so close to slipping from the top of your dress, the impact from his hips jerking your entire body. He grabbed at both of them, watching as you moan at the contact. His slaps got louder and louder, milky fluid running down your legs.

GymRat!Miguel who is overcome with need when you turn and run your tongue across his earlobe. He convulses as his release spurts across the room, landing on the mirror. He grips your hips and breathes hard into your skin, the tempo of his heart moving quick.

You pat his head and praise him, heavy eyes following your hand as you rub his tip that's still rubbing through your thighs. He whines, sensitive, but not moving away from you.

GymRat!Miguel who wipes you down carefully with some wipes you have in your purse. Luckily you both haven't ruined yet another pair of underwear.

He kisses you softly when he finishes, little confessions of love traveling from his lips to yours.

GymRat!Miguel who checks the dressing room one last time, making sure he's gotten any evidence of his removed from the area. Your green dress is in his arms and you've changed back to your outfit.

The area is clean, but there are fresh hickeys on your neck, something he got carried away with.

GymRat!Miguel who walks out like nothing happened. You on the other hand, hand over some extra clothes you didn't like to a worker in slight embarrassment. He eyes you both with a look of horror.

GymRat!Miguel who feeds you Auntie Anne's in the crowded food court. You hum happily after each bite. He dusts cinnamon off the corner of your lips with a smile.

GymRat!Miguel who moves from dusting to leaning across the table to lick the crumbs off when a table full of guys keeps eying you.

"What was that for?" you asked, oblivious to the hound dogs around you.

"Nothing. I just love you, baby."

dividers by: @plutism 🩵

a/n: I got a very useful lesson on condoms and BJs while writing this chapter. It won't ever be applied to this fic, BUT it was still kinda fun nonetheless.

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calp0sa · 5 months ago

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Favorite Headcanons for airy?

i have like 10 million headcanons for him but i’ll list as many as i can from the top of my head

-hes autistic LIKE ME!!! and is specifically very autistic about music (like meee) i like to think he had a huge collection of vinyls cds cassettes etc and its all stuff from the 60s to the early 90s. no doubt he had a bunch of posters for his favorite bands and musicians too. and hes awesome on the guitar, great rhythm guitarist… its a shame he couldn’t make his talent a profession like he once dreamed of doing. oh well, at least the number 1 perk of trucking is that its peaceful and you dont really have to interact with many people! plus trucks have radios, and cd players, so airy would often bring along a few albums to listen to as he drove those long days and nights.

-hes also got a knack for aquatic creatures (LIKE ME) of course, being a literal fish monster himself (cool fact my airy design is like actually a fish monster he can breathe underwater and everything and his limbs are covered in fish scales) airy loves fish both as friends and food. hes particularly fond of freshwater fish, which makes sense considering the fact he grew up around the swamps of louisiana (yes im making him louisianan Like Me shaddap) hes also fond of those fucked up looking deep sea creatures, just so fascinating. i think airy liked to do a little fishing in his spare time. And hes awesome at cooking em but fair warning for those with a low spice tolerance… he loves spicy food btw (like meeeee)

-when airy was in the forest, he kept a log of his thoughts on the computer, in an attempt to hopefully give himself whatever clarity he could. the notes ranged from all brief, to desperate, to hopeless, to spiraling, to borderline dadaist poetry? to insanity, to denial, to whatever, really i think his mind was obviously all over the place on a daily basis. things must have been pretty loud for him, that cassette player was probably one of the only things keeping him together, before he numbed himself n all, which is around the time he ceased writing these notes as he saw no point in doing so.

-ok enough about him suffering we’ll get back to that later Airy’s favorite drink is ginger ale i mean look at that guy and tell me he doesnt fw ginger ale or dr pepper are you kidding me. he can have dr pepper as a little treat (too much soda is bad for anyone especially if youre an old feller like airy) speaking of little treats i like to think he has an insatiable sweet tooth LIKE MEEEE and his favorite treaaats are pumpkin pie, macarons and practically anything chocolate he loves chocolate (im like allergic to not projecting onto my favorite characters if you couldnt tell) maybe airy knows how to bake a little bit i mean he is an object show host after all

-this is oddly specific but airy is a chronic pain warrior #JUSTLIKEME so when he was in the forest he’d make like home made heating pads by wetting a glob of moss and putting it against his face while he had his flame on (he sometimes put it on a plank over a bonfire if he felt like it) this was a bit tricky when he broke his face but im sure he managed he always manages (kinda) (relatively speaking)

-well anyway we’re back to the forest and i just mentioned his broken face So you know how he disappeared for seven months after he did that lol well what if it was because the pain and shock from that incident evoked the long lost clarity he’d been so stubbornly avoiding in order to cling on to his meaningless, fallacious escapism which triggered him and sent him into a state of agonizing self consciousness, reminding him of his earthly death, how he used to be Someone, and how he essentially let himself rot into what is now an empty shell of who he once was. after so many years, the first reflection he saw of himself was seen in something broken; shards of glass, of which he couldn’t stand to look at… as there is nothing comparable to the pain of revelation, the burden of truth after having been so lost and festered into the stagnant waters that surround you. he felt he had no choice, he disposed of the shards into the nearby stream. those seven months were not just a matter of physically healing, but as a means to losing himself all over again.

-Aaaanyway i think airy had a cat at some point in his life i think we can all agree hes a cat person right!!! he had a tortoiseshell kitty named goose and he loved her very much. idk why he named her goose he probably just thought it was funny to name an animal after a different animal.

-OH YEAH lemme bring amelia into this listen i am such a huge fan of the theory of airy being related to amelia so i like to think hes her uncle!! when amelia was little she’d stay over at airy’s house while her parents were away and he’d teach her stuff like how to fish, how to ward off snakes, how to kayak, all that jazz cuz he was an awesome uncle. she was kinda like an actual daughter to him. and amelia was so fond of sunny weather as a child, one dayy at airy’s house she had to stay inside because it was too rainy, so she occupied herself by drawing a little picture of the way she wished earth was; always sunny, sky always blue, grass always green, huh! the way she drew that grass as individual little triangles is all too familiar is it not…

OK I HAVE SOMEWHERE 2 GO now i’ll probablt add more later But thank u so much for asking this i love love love infodumping about anything airy related i heart airy

#frank answers a thing #airy hfjone #hfjone #believe it or not this is just a few #i have so many i have way too many i have so so so many things to say about airy oh my gosh #oh my gosh airy

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petpippin · 8 months ago

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🍓 . words don't come easy ─ katsuki bkg.

# canon-typical violence .

"shit."

bakugo has been doing just about everything to figure out his dilemma. filtering through those ridiculous shoujo, observing those stupid-fuckin' couples that seem to occupy each and every damn corner of U.A., and yet, and yet...

he can't figure this flirting thing out. the mere prospect has katsuki's palms drenched with sweat; causing explosions if he thinks too hard, and at some point you'll sure be able to tell.

he thinks about it so much that it's starting to affect his academic perfomance, as katsuki stares off into space, wracking his damn brain on how to deal with you.

his oblivious-ass friends have even started to notice, prodding curiously as to why he's barely reacting to their incessant teasing, why he's suddenly blowing them off to go on these little study outings with you.

then, suddenly, mina realizes. kirishima follows along, with sero in tow. kaminari, the damn loud-mouth, is the last to know; and to their credit, they do try to help.

unfortunately, it only helps to drive him utterly fuckin' crazy.

now, he's fighting not only to drive you away, but also to contain his friends from not exploding into confetti whenever he dares approach you.

but balance is fragile, when you're dealing with a ticking time-bomb like his stupid-ass motherfuckin' idiot friends.

bakugo let his guard down for a damn second, and suddenly he's forgot his brain back at home.

peering up from your sheet of homework, you tilt your head, "what's wrong?"

katsuki rifles through his bag for a second-third time. he grinds his teeth, and closes his eyes, as if to brace himself for humiliation and defeat.

"forgot my fuckin' pen, that's what."

you giggle. unhelpful, as he quickly loses his cool, flushed and irate. bakugo hisses, a vein popping from his forehead as his cheeks blow red like an over-exhausted balloon.

"you think that's funny, brat?!" he stands to yell, nearly toppling his chair over in the process. all eyes at the library turn on him at the outburst, but katsuki is all too captivated with your laughter that follows.

you wave him off with ease, slipping a hand into your pencil-case and offering it to him. "you're such a baby," and then with a playful drone, "kaaa-achan."

bakugo seethes as he slumps back into the chair, hissing as ever-rare embarrassment sets in.

then, for a second time, you burst into a fit of giggles. it's barely quelled when you slap a hand over your mouth, and doesn't stop as you turn away from him.

bakugo is flustered. "shaddap."

you snort, giggling. "it's not you. well, sort of, actually. kaminari said something really funny the other day."

for some odd reason, he suddenly feels his heart sink down to his asshole; like a warning for a forecoming disaster. katsuki grunts.

"what'd that damn dunce say this time."

you peer back up at him with a squint, eyes glittering with amusement. your laughter is barely concealed behind wobbling lips.

"he asked if i like... you know. like you, or somethin'."

bakugo flushes. damn. damn, damn, damn. sneering lowly, he quickly brushes the suggestion off.

"that's fuckin' stupid." do you?

you sigh, your smile tires. "i know, right." do you?

head tipping over the back of your chair, you stretch comfortably. the two of you sit for a while in silence, looking back at eachother.

bakugo breaks off the staring-contest. you smirk. "ha."

"tch." he hisses, pursing his lips, "wind got in my fuckin' eyes."

"we're in an enclosed space, loser," you retort. "i win."

"i could beat your ass in sparring."

you don't grace him with a reply, rolling your eyes.

for a while the two of you sit in silence, homework long abandoned. katsuki twirls your pencil around in his hand, cheek resting in his other. the library feels stuffy; hot as his fluster lingers.

"do you?"

his head snaps up to meet your eyes, katsuki's voice a rumble. "hah?"

you smile, but it's nothing teasing. earnest flickers in your eye, a genuine interest that encapsulates his.

"do you like me."

bakugo's answer is biting, harsh as if bile on his tongue.

"i like you just about as much as shit on my shoe."

you grunt, unamused. there's a tick in your jaw as you roll your eyes in the way he fucking despises. bakugo regrets his words; it's a clumsy insult, and he doesn't mean it.

"okay." you move to stand, and he lets you. stupid, stupid. he's going to kill kaminari, that dumbass.

you abandon the table, and bakugo soon follows.

─

bakugo wants to melt into the floor.

bakugo wants to slam his head into a wall.

bakugo feels like strangling kaminari and kirishima and mina and anyone that's ever dared cross him.

aizawa won't budge and he refuses to ask to have his partner changed. not because you're weak, and not because you're not worthy, but because you're ignoring him.

teetering on the edge of going completely crazy, his friends haven't quite given up on the pursuit, and although you refuse to have anything to do with katsuki, you'll happily chatter on to that idiot mina; which is exactly what you're doing instead of giving him the time of day right now.

too bad he's not planning to let you off the hook, and so isn't aizawa, who gruffly orders the two of you to quit wasting time.

reluctantly, bakugo can tell you don't want this, you enter the arena.

"oi," he growls. you peer up at him, exhasparated, "yeah?"

there's a crackle, he can barely contain the explosion that goes off in his fist, "i told you. i'm gonna bust your fuckin' ass."

"do your best."

─

your back slams against the granite flooring, and you struggle to gasp for air. you've long gone haywire by now, exhausted by bakugo's seemingly untiring resolve that is currently beating you into the ground; literally.

with him things aren't as easy as telling him to stop, you're sure you'll have to die before he stops. bakugo, for once, is angry enough to be blinded. he's frustrated, you're sure; after all, it's impossible to miss the way he's been staring.

maybe you had been too harsh, freezing him out like that. everyone seemed to have noticed too, and suddenly mina was pleading with you to make up for whatever had happened.

part of you never wants to forgive him, and that want is strenghtened by the way bakugo holds good on his promise, sending you flying like a ragdoll.

scrambling to get away, he fists your costume and pins you beneath him. katsuki pants, hand crackling.

"the fuck's your problem, huh?" he snarls, "think you're better than me, that's it, you fuckin'--"

you lift your hand to shield your face, dirtied by the rubble, "it's 'cause you're a fucking asshole."

"you think i'm gonna change for you, or some shit?" bakugo stills, breath hitching. he bares his teeth like a dog, and you think he might just bite.

in a moment of strength, you push him off you. you're done, he realizes.

"no, that's how you treat all your friends, isn't it?" your joints ache as you stand, knees buckling beneath you, "like a little bitch."

you're pissing him off, you can tell. but there's also a hint of upset, one he poorly hides in the heat of the moment.

"you're such a pus─ hey!" he barks, grabbing your arm as you storm off, "don't tell me you're pissed 'cause i called you a piece of shit."

you turn to look at him, furious. it's getting heated, veins pumping as you rip away your arm. "you'd be too, dumbass! i swear, you're so thick─"

bakugo hisses, grinding his teeth. "shaddap! 's not my fault you're so─"

"you shut up!"

"i'll murder you, damn it!"

"oh," you push at him, "screw you, you loser!"

seething, bakugo wrangles your arms into place, knocking you into a wall. rubble unravels from above like hardened raindrops, and you brace yourself.

"you got something to say?" he rumbles, glare darkening, "i'll kill you."

grimacing, you lean further into the wall, and bakugo moves to follow it. "admit it, you prick," you seethe, "admit you you like me, or this is all for nothing and i'll never talk to you again."

a strangled noise leaves katsuki. he has half the mind to slam your head into the cement; to shut you up. maybe he'll scare you away, and you can leave for him to wallow in his feelings.

he squeezes your forearms, blunt leather digging into your skin. "...who the fuck told you, huh?"

a tiny smile, however smug, grazes your features. "anonymous source, "kacchan."

a/n: back from the dead at last ＼(≧▽≦)／

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x reader

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sassquire · 1 year ago

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getting knocked up so the hospital has to reprogram their entire system and everyone at the maternity ward knows i'm appropriating the divine joy of "motherhood"

becoming a man so i can invade women's spaces

#shaddap kennedy #this is a joke about radfem talking points #also investing at 500 notes

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hai7ani · 1 year ago

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OCTOBER haitani rindou

sfw

october is rintober! & happy national bfs day to this dork

college bf!Rindou who insists on walking you back and forth between your classes, even if your classroom/lecture hall is all the way across campus, from his and he'd have to risk being late if he chooses to walk you there. and you'd be a fool to not know that Rindou is one stubborn motherfucker especially when it comes to you -- the dude doesn't care. not even when you knee his butt and tell him to go because he is already 10 minutes late for Econs but he simply wraps an arm around your neck and pulls you along, "shaddap." he'll kiss the side of your head and laugh cheekily and you'll blush when a guy walking past looks at both of you with weird eyes.

college bf!Rindou who is an absolute beast in Math. the smug asshole takes Advanced Math -- not General Math like most normal, sane people do and you'll see him finishing up a whole worksheet in no less than ten minutes. he'll smirk when he catches you gaping at it and you'll pout while shoving your humble little General Math workbook that is nothing compared to his in his hands. "do mine, pleaseee babe." and he will always snatch it from your hands with a stupid lovesick look on his face that everyone but you can see. "ten kisses." he'll request, and he'll hook a foot around the leg of your chair and drag you closer to him -- because as much as you struggle with Math and he's always willing to help you finish it when you don't want to, Rindou doesn't want you to fail the subject, and he's always so patient when he explains different formulas and workings that you don't understand while holding your hand under the table as emotional support, because it's Math versus you, and he'll bring your intertwined hands up to kiss on the back of yours when you get an answer right. (you also keep up your side of the bargain when you enter his car after classes to press both palms to his face and pull him closer to kiss him ten times as promised.)

college bf!Rindou who secretly makes beats for you while in his Music Production class. the lecturer has said not to do any funny business other than focusing on the lesson and follow through with the steps that he's about to teach, and Rindou will still stubbornly open another file and play around with the beats while listening to his lecture. stupid boy claims he's good at multitasking and yet he always gets caught with it because the lecturer has called his name three times to answer a question and he couldn't hear it because he's busy weighing the options if you'll like this beat or that beat better. and when the lecturer lets him off after he's listened to the one Rindou made for you instead of the one he made after following through with the steps he is taught -- because it sounds so good the lecturer can't even be mad at him -- he'll secretly download and transfer the file to his phone and airdrop it to you when you're near. "what's this?" you ask while checking the file and plugging in your earphones to listen. "your snoring."

college bf!Rindou who leaves his Language class early to rush over to the ladies' toilet you're at and wait outside when you'd texted him about a graded test paper you've just gotten back. it didn't do well, and your eyes are red and puffy when you walk out of the toilet and immediately bury your face into his chest. "'s just a test. it's not worth a lot on your final grade anyway. don't worry." he says it softly into your ear while rubbing your back and swaying your body a little. and he convinces you to get back to class because you wouldn't want to get a bad attendance rate and he'll walk you there while holding hands and promising you that he'll take you for some ice cream later.

today, it is your turn to wait for college bf!Rindou outside of his classroom to finish his 3-5pm class. you lean on the wall with droopy eyelids because being a girl at this hour is so tiring and you just want to sleep. but you have a cinema date after dinner together and you really want to spend time with him, so you wait with a pout and you’re busy checking out your shoes while hugging your books close to your chest, trying to distract your mind from the sleepiness and you smile a little to yourself because you like these Nikes a lot -- Rindou had gotten them for you after you'd said that the shoes looked nice while doing some window shopping in Shibuya -- and your eyes glance around the empty hallway while pulling your manuals up a little more to cover your mouth to make sure no one else sees your silliness.

a very tall guy pads over and stands beside you with a huff -- having to get to a classroom at the fourth floor while the elevator is broken down is not a good experience -- and you immediately recognise him as one of Rindou's friends from Music when he turns to look at you. Hayashi, if you remember correctly, smiles lopsidedly and you bow a little at him as a greeting. "waiting for your man?" you nod with a laugh and he chuckles, "i'm waiting for my girl as well." he scratches at his forehead and the two of you engage in small talk while waiting for both your partners until he brings up a topic.

"it's Rindou's birthday soon, no?" Hayashi checks his calendar and you smile into the sleeve of Rindou's your hoodie, "yeah, it's the week after the next. on the 20th." he clicks his tongue at your words and shoves his phone back into his pocket. "fuck, and i still haven't thought of a proper gift. the guys were discussing something the other day on what to buy and someone even suggested that we'll just wrap you up in some wrapping paper and give you to him as a gift, because you're legit the only thing he ever talks about. you as his gift would be enough." you blush furiously at that. "what?" Hayashi nods while laughing. "i'm serious, no joke. he always talks about you when you're not around. ask him, see what he says." he nods to the direction behind you and your eyes are wide when you turn and see Rindou exiting his classroom and walking towards you.

"says what?" Rindou's voice is deep and hoarse, probably because he has finished his water two hours ago and he quickly snatches at yours to take a big gulp, "sup." he nods at Hayashi and they fist bump while Rindou chugs on your bottle of water -- typical college guys, nothing serious. Hayashi laughs a little and stands up straight, "ask your girl, and i gotta go to mine now. see you guys." Hayashi leaves with a lazy wave and Rindou stares at you with a raised brow.

you don't tell or ask him anything the whole evening despite his stupid whines and protests during the entire car ride to the mall -- you'll ask him about it in due time. and you cling to him a little more tonight -- holding his hands wherever you both go, wrapping your arms around his like a koala, rejecting a separate drink for you and insisting on sharing a straw for the Sprite in his hands that he'd bought for himself, taking spoon after spoon of his Yakiniku-don instead of eating your own noodles . . .

and Rindou is confident when you drag him to a big mirror and snap a quick photo of the two of you -- he wraps an arm around your neck, two fingers up into a lazy peace sign and the other hand holds his Sprite while looking into the camera -- and he immediately turns blushy when you get on your tippy toes and smooch him on the cheek with a bright smile that he loves looking at so much.

"happy boyfriend's day."

"shaddap."

something cheesy for him on national boyfriends' day!!!! and it's also gonna be his birthday soon.... i cant wait WUAAAA

/ᐠ. .ᐟ\ฅ reblogs are appreciated & thank you for reading <3

#blabbers #rindou x reader #rindou haitani x reader #haitani rindou x reader #haitani rindou #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tr x reader #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tr #haitani brothers

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