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itsjusthockey · 1 year ago

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Knight in Shining Armani - Juraj Slafkovsky

he's so boyfriend. Enjoy

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warnings: slightly suggestive?????

w.c: 1,426 (credit to gif maker) (don't steal my work)

You don’t smoke, not at all. You honestly don’t think you’ve ever even tried nicotine sober. However, in this very moment, you crave a cigarette, or something, anything, to distract you from the current hell you’re in.

You’ve always enjoyed charity galas with the team. They’re something to look forward to. They’re classy; they support a good cause, have great food, better drinks, and usually decent company. However, sometimes, at these events, you get unlucky, and tonight was one of those particular nights.

You’re seated at a lovely table with a few wives and girlfriends and directly next to a pretty blonde woman you’ve never met. She’s clad in a red dress, her lips painted to match, and she’s eyeing the room like a predator watching her prey.

You have to check yourself as you watch her a bit. You’re not one to throw judgment at someone you don’t know, but something about the way she’s watching the room sets your stomach a bit on edge.

The edge sets a bit deeper when you notice her stare lands on a familiar back, one you know all too well.

“Do you know who he is?” She suddenly asks you. “He’s insanely sexy.”

She points toward the center of the room, and you follow her stare back to your boyfriend. He’s standing tall in the center of the room, clad in an all-black ensemble that fits perfectly in all the correct places. He looks otherworldly as he smiles and throws his head back in laughter at something Arber says. He is absolutely gorgeous, and the fed woman beside you is right; he does look insanely sexy. However, you’re not particularly fond of anyone else in the world thinking that, but you

You must’ve stayed quiet for a bit too long because she raises an eyebrow and leans a bit closer to you, clearly waiting for an answer.

“That’s Juraj.” You finally say.

She hums and repeats his name softly to you, then leans in closer as if she’s going to tell you a secret.

“I came with someone else.” Her eyes dart back to your boyfriend. “But I wouldn’t mind finding myself under him at the end of the night.”

As she finishes her statement, she lets out a laugh, and you feel yourself grip your champagne glass tight. You shouldn’t be mad; you’re incredibly secure in your relationship, but that ugly feeling continues to grow.

“You don’t agree?” She asks.

You realize you’ve been silent, not offering her anything. You’re unsure how to approach this situation, but you also know you should shut it down.

“I do,” you smile toward her. “But he’s taken.”

A brief, annoyed look flashes over the women’s eyes. “By who?”

You throw on your sweetest smile and bat your lashes toward her.

“By me.”

The second that slips out of your mouth, her eyes widen in surprise, and then they shrink a bit, looking you up and down.

(Y/N).” You rip your eyes away from her hard stare and draw your attention toward a wife. “Your boy looks incredible tonight. Arbs said you picked out the suit? Gucci, was it?”

“Armani.” You state, glancing back toward your boyfriend, hoping he hears your telepathic plea to come save you.

A few of the other wives and girlfriends hum, signaling their approval of your masterful suit-picking skills, and you feel a rush of pride swell through you.

“Yes. He certainly looks dashing.” The blonde speaks up again, her eyes dragging up and down your boyfriend’s figure from behind.

You don’t think of yourself as a jealous person, but you’re not stupid. You don’t miss how she looks at the man you’re in love with. You also don’t miss the subtle lip bite in his direction and the slight glare she gives you. You resist the edge to roll your eyes. Instead, you take another sip of your drink and try to focus on any other conversation.

You’ve finally integrated yourself elsewhere when a hand gently taps your shoulder, causing you to jump slightly. You turn quickly to see Juraj’s gorgeous smile and bright eyes beaming down at you.

“Hello, beautiful.” He leans down to your ear, whispering. “Can I steal you away?”

You resist the urge to throw yourself into his arms and demand he take you home. Instead, you smile and nod, excusing yourself from the table with a smile. You begin to be swept away, Juraj's hand gently on your waist, when you throw one last look toward your table. The woman you’ve come to dislike slightly is staring hard, and you give her a slight smirk. You simply can’t help yourself.

Juraj leads you away from the crowd to a small, cozy corner. He quickly traps you between his body and the wall, gently brushing a strand of your hair out of your face.

“Are you having fun?” His eyes are genuinely curious as he asks.

“Yes.” You slightly lie. “But I’d be much happier if we were home in bed.”

He smiles a wide smile and gently brings his head down to meet your lips in a sweet kiss. It’s quick, and when you meet his eyes again, you see they’re filled with nothing but love and adoration.

“Are you tired?” He searches your face. “If you’d like to go to bed, we can leave. I’ve done all the required mingling.

You move your hands up to his lapels, gently smoothing them up and down and then gently patting his firm chest.

“When I said being at home in bed,” you shift your gaze up to his eyes with your best doe-eyed stare. “I didn’t mean actually sleeping.”

You see a million emotions shift through his eyes and face, and within a second, he places his lips on yours again, this time and a little more urgently. Your lips move in sync for a few seconds before he pulls away, grabbing your chin to meet his eyes again.

“Let’s say our goodbyes.” You notice his eyes are a few shades darker. “I’m taking you home.”

He leads you away from your secluded corner, dragging you to say your goodbyes. The farewells are short and sweet, everyone oblivious to how fast Juraj pulls you around. In mere minutes, you’re in the safety of your car, and you’re sitting in the passenger seat, admiring the man beside you. It’s honestly annoying how perfect he is. Even his side profile is envious, and with the passing city lights illuminating him wonderfully, it’s taking everything in you not to jump him.

He must notice this because he drives a little faster and places his hand on your thigh. You are nearly breathless as he gently smooths your skin under his touch, and even though your thoughts are far from pure, you can’t help but let your heart swell with love.

You finally arrive at his apartment, and you run for the elevator, hoping the ride is short. It is, and when you finally make it to his apartment, you almost want to die.

Juraj, however, is nothing but a patient man. As soon as you enter, he drops to his knees and gently taps your heel. You smile the sweet smile and lift your foot, watching in awe as he undoes the tiny buckle, pulls off the shoe, places a small kiss on your leg, and then moves on to the next one.

When he finally finishes your shoes, he gets up, moving you back to your earlier position, trapped between him and the wall. His eyes are blown a bit, and the smell of his cologne makes you more buzzed than any of the change you’ve had tonight.

You finally make your move, pulling off his suit jacket and throwing it far away from you. He smiles and picks you up effortlessly, his hand gently resting on your ass. He gives it a small squeeze as he leads you to the bedroom, tossing you on the bed as you shriek out with laughter.

Juraj is a patient man, but even he has his limits. When he climbs on top of you, watching as you undo his shirt buttons, he’s quick to lean down and begin pressing gentle kisses to your neck. He continues his assault when you finally finish the buttons, tugging his shirt. He pulls it off, and you almost gasp. He truly is sculpted by the gods, and you can’t help but stare.

“Are you too tired, my love?” He asks, knowing the answer.

You shake your head rapidly, pulling him down on top of you.

“Not in the slightest.”

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anisespice · 2 years ago

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“ the fuck-it list ” || hq! pt. 3

one || two || four || five

synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list.

pairing: various x gn!reader [ osamu, sakusa ]

warnings: cursing, suggestive language, MDI. literally can’t be bothered to think of anything else, but feel free to let me know lol

notes: sooo i lied <333 i’ve decided to give suna his own chapter later on (srry suna lovers !!!!) i just wasn’t satisfied with how his was turning out, and it was the only roadblock delaying my progress soooo figured we’d just put a pin in his for now lol especially for those who were FROTHING for these two in particular (this for y'all ✨) hope you enjoy :)))

notes ii: nobody LOOK AT ME, this took me an embarrassingly long time lol. i’m not familiar with them, personality-wise, but i tried ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

notes iii: this one’s got atsumu written all over it LMAOOO

tagged: @daedaep69 , @ahahadumbo , @viktoryn , @mdsb , @ourgoddessathena , @ushygushybaby , @hyori2 , @lumpywolf , @fantasycantasy

“Aht-CHOO!”

The bowl of popcorn nearly flew out your lap when you shrieked bloody-murder, body in fight or flight from the abrupt sound happening moments before a jumpscare in the movie you were watching. Head on a swivel, you soon realized the culprit wasn’t a psycho-killer in a ghost mask, but your darling OSAMU with his lawnmower of a sneeze coming through your front door.

You exhaled, relieved, but scared shitless. After pausing the movie, you glared down the hall leading to the door. “Seriously? You had to do that with your entire chest?”

Osamu sniffled, then muttered. “…Y’supposed to say bless ya before scoldin’ at your sweet and thoughtful boyfriend, y’know…”

“Aw, bless you, my love. And, fuck you.”

The brunette snorted, no doubt rolling his eyes as he toed off his shoes. Coming down the hall to soon reveal his handsome face, illuminated only by the bright tv screen, Osamu held up a large plastic bag filled with something greasy and delicious as the smell traveled up your nose. He grinned smugly at you intently eyeing the bag. “Fuck me, huh?”

You immediately doubled down, waving your hands. “Waitwaitwait I didn’t mean it like that. I meant it as in…fuck you’RE so sweet and thoughtful, and I love you so much..?”

Osamu hummed, taking off his ball cap to place it on your head. Shaking it a little by the brim, he winked. “Nice save, darlin’.”

He made way for your inspace kitchen to get dinner assorted with you trailing not too far behind. Your eyes eagerly ate up the widespread of all your favorites displayed on the countertop, practically hanging off his back since there was barely any room for the both of you in the tiny space. Popcorn long forgotten, your stomach sang a symphony for some real food, Osamu saving you the trouble of eating instant noodles for dinner yet again.

And without you even having to ask him for any of it, too.

Your gaze eventually locked onto the former volleyball player, eyeing him up with a newfound hunger that he was quick to pick up on while he popped a piece of fried chicken in his mouth. Looking down at you with a raised brow he patiently waited for you to voice your thoughts, a boyish grin growing on his face as he chewed.

You blinked. He blinked back, then chuckled lightly. “We communicatin’ telepathically, or somethin’?”

“If we were, you’d know I wanna suck you dry right now.”

Osamu.exe—E R R O R.

Man straight up inhaled the little that was still in his mouth, hurling him into a fit of hacks as he turned away from the food to fight for his life at your sink. Coughing up what he could into the drain with you behind him hitting his back for support, you couldn’t stop the evil, little laugh from slipping out seeing this as a form of karma for the scare earlier. Osamu fixed you with a weak glare once he calmed down, reaching over to pinch your cheek. “A warnin’ next time, would’ya?…”

You winced, but mirth still swam in your eyes. “Your only warning would’ve been your pants around your ankles-”

“Oi, quit that.” He gently grabbed your jaw to squish up your mouth, though it didn’t repress the cheeky grin you wore. The brunette did his best to remain unfazed, but the flush across his face was evident, your words clearly effecting him. “…Jeez, at least ask me how m’day was before ya slut me out. Soundin’ like all them thirsty-ass comments floodin’ my socials all damn day.”

Osamu let go of your face to grab plates from your cabinet, leaving you standing there, dumbfounded. Pursing your lips, you crossed your arms with a raised brow. “‘m sorry…the what flooding your socials?”

He busied himself with fixing your plate, nonchalantly recalling the very incident that occurred the other day, “That dumb fuck-list or whatever, mixed up me ‘nd ‘tsumu in their little post. Had his ugly mug front ‘nd center, but had my name attached to this long-winded thread ‘bout me basically being better in the sack than him. Shit’s wild.”

“The fuck-what now?” Osamu handed over a healthy plate full of food, you absentmindedly took it but made no move to eat. He started fixing his own, acting as if he didn’t just delay your appetite with this information. “Y—…you’re joking right? There’s no way something like that exists.”

“Oh, t’s very much real. Read it with my own eyes,” he licked the spoon he used to spread sauce across his chicken. “What, ya sayin’ ya haven’t heard of it? Seriously?”

“You know I don’t care enough to keep up with the trends that go on around here. And with good reason, clearly. What’s even the purpose?”

He shrugged. “Beats me. But it’s got ‘tsumu givin’ me the silent treatment, so maybe it’s not that bad after all.”

“Pfft. He’s pissy because some random on the internet said you’re the better lay? How would they know?? You’re both happily taken, and I wish a bitch would.” You smugly declared, bringing your food to the living room.

Osamu grinned at your possessive tone, trailing behind you holding plate and soda cans in either hand. “Damn straight. But, wasn’t just some random, babe. We’re talkin’ millions.”

Had you not already gotten situated on the couch, you would’ve surely spilled food all over yourself. Jaw nearly to the floor, you blinked up at him, bewildered. “Nuh uh.”

“Yuh huh.”

“Holy shit.”

Osamu took his usual spot next to you, large frame nearly taking up most of the couch. With bellies empty, knee knocking against knee, and elbow nudging elbow, the brunette hummed contently as he soaked in his favorite atmosphere—Your voice, your warmth, you. Though too busy monologuing about the absurdity of such a thing going viral to notice his fond gaze, Osamu silently listened to every word as he began eating from his plate. Although, all that mushiness is soon pushed to the back of his mind when the next sentence fell from your lips. After you eventually found said post to see it for yourself, needless to say you had some…hot takes.

“How could someone write this and not cringe? I mean, I love you ‘samu, but a Dom? If only they knew how nervous you were our first time, it was so adorable.” You giggled, tossing some chicken into your mouth. “You are not that guy.”

Osamu’s chewing paused. Your laughter eventually died down.

You didn’t feel his stare earlier…but you were definitely feeling it now, Mr. Krabs. Suddenly, the same dread you got when anticipating a jumpscare resurfaced. A sinking pit in your stomach like a rabbit stumbling upon a fox—Cliché aside, you fucked up. And you knew it in your bones the second your eyes locked with his, void of fondness and full of hunger despite his plate being half-eaten.

He swallowed the bit in his mouth, then spoke. “Sure ‘bout that?”

You mouth moved, floundered even, but nothing would come out. And Osamu didn’t rush you either, if anything he gladly watched you struggle while he continued munching away. “I—..I-I mean..I was just saying. Because…y’know, you never…we never really-”

“Mm. Jus’ cause we usually take things slow doesn’t mean you can’t get a hole fucked into your mattress, sweetheart. Keep tryin’ ya luck, ‘nd ya just might. Finish eatin’ first, though. Ya gonna need your energy.”

SAKUSA couldn’t give a flying fuck about the list. He would literally walk away from someone mid-conversation if said topic got brought up. And don’t think that you’re the exception, either—Man parked and got out of his OWN CAR during the drive back to his place, refusing to get back in until you dropped the subject entirely.

“Omi-”

“No.”

“C’monnnn.”

“No.”

You giggled, “I won’t talk about it anymore, I promise.”

He had his back to you as you spoke through the rolled down, driver’s side window, trying to ‘pspspsps’ him back into the car like a stubborn cat. Sakusa knew he was being ridiculous, but he just couldn’t stomach anymore nonsense. Plus, there’s a bit of suspicion on his end whenever it came to talking about the accursed list—Sakusa saw it as a bad omen.

Anyone who talked about it within his circle, be it teammates or personal friends, miraculously found themselves posted up the following day like fresh meat on the market. Once he caught wind that not even taken people were spared from being thirsted over, his disdain merely amplified, as did his precaution.

“Baby, I’ll burn some sage back at your apartment to scare away the bad energy from my filthy words. Would that make you feel better?”

Sakusa huffed, looking over his shoulder to give you a good ole stank face—One you barely paid any mind to as you batted your lashes at him. He glitched. Had it not been for the mask he was wearing, you’d see the harsh flush that spread across his face. Too bad his neck was exposed, giving him away as you grinned knowingly. But, you weren’t about to distract him from the issue at hand, you temptress.

“Don’t patronize me. Besides, you didn’t say it at my apartment, you said it in the car. Would completely defeat the purpose.”

You blinked.

There was no stopping the laughing fit you fell into when his words eventually processed, borderline cackling. “I-I’ll sage the car then, how ‘bout that?”

The ravenette squinted, marching up to the car to stick his head in before pulling his mask down so you could see his heavy frown through your tearful hysterics.

“You’re laughing. You’ve doomed me to becoming targeted by perverts, and you’re laughing.”

“‘yoomi, PLEASE.” You wheezed, waving a hand at him for mercy. With a couple stuttered intakes of air, you did your best to pull it together. “Don’t you think…you’re being a little paranoid?”

Amusement colored your features when you made eye contact with the outside hitter. Sakusa rolled his, tugging his mask back on before re-entering the car. “We’ll see how funny you find it when we can’t be seen together in public anymore.”

“And why not?” You raised a brow, still giggly.

Sakusa buckled in, taking the car out of park. “Because. When I do get posted, I won’t be leaving the safety of my room until that shit gets banned.”

“Oh my god, honey, I promise. You’re worrying over nothing. If you were gonna be on the list, don’t you think you would’ve by now? I mean, c’mon, even Hinata got on it before you. Majority of your teammates did!”

“That’s exactly my point. I’m the only one left.”

The two of you continued a playful back and forth pretty much the whole drive, more so you teasing him than anything else. After a while, having had your fun, you gave it a rest much to Sakusa’s relief. “Can still burn some sage, if you want-” “You’re not funny.”

Your evening continued on as normal, him taking a shower while you busied yourself by looking for a show the two of you could binge. Although, even after the discussion from earlier had been dropped, your boyfriend’s words still echoed in the back of your mind like a mantra. ��I’m the only one left.’

As much as you’d hate to admit, though never to his face, your over-suspicious companion had a point. Without the safety net of his more extroverted teammates being in the spotlight of rabid fans, what’s delaying the swarm of unsolicited desires now? Even with his sourtude, Sakusa was an attractive individual—The dark curls that frame his face perfectly, his piercing pools of obsidian that shred through you like paper, the beauty marks above his brow, his THIGHS. And those were just surface-level things.

Being one of the privileged few who’ve seen all layers of Sakusa, you couldn’t blame them for wanting to explore deeper into who he was beyond that cold exterior…in more ways than one. Who better to fill those burning questions than some horny randos with too much time on their hands?

But, he’s made it this far without issue, what’s there to worry about now?—*Bzzzzt*

You jolt slightly, the harsh vibration coming from the sofa table breaking you out of your thoughts. With a short glance at your phone, the lit screen revealed an incoming call from Sakusa’s cousin, Komori. You exhale a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, reaching over to grab the device and answer it. However, as your thumb hovered over the green button, a small part of you couldn’t help but wonder…why would he be calling you?

You shook your head, answering the call before your mind could wander. He probably just wanted to catch up, make small talk. A smile graced your face as you happily greeted him, “Mori! Hi, what can I do ya for-?”

“Has he seen it?? Am I too late??”

You froze, blinking widely in stunned confusion. Your silence must have been loud enough for the man to grow more anxious, calling out your name to regain your attention. “Uh…has who seen what?”

Komori exhaled, in what you could only assume was relief. “Thank God…you sound blissfully unaware. That means there’s still time. You’re at his place, right?”

You blinked, eyes looking around as if he could see you.

“Kiyoomi’s? Yeah, I am. He’s in the shower at the moment if you were trying to reach him. Is everything okay?”

Now it was him who turned silent. You waited with bated breath, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you wracked your brain for every worst case scenario…but a small part of you already had an idea.

“It’s the complete opposite, I’m afraid.”

‘Kiyoomi Sakusa. 6’2ft of ?????. An enigma. We had to take our time this one. This tall, personification of a hand sanitizer bottle may appear to be disgusted and disinterested, but once you get past those disinfectant defenses of his…Lady in the streets, but a freak in the bed. Why else would he keep so clean all the time? It’s ‘cause he’s hiding an absolute FILTHY ANIMAL behind his mask (literally and figuratively) you cannot convince me otherwise. Definitely a Hard Dom, would degrade you for making a mess all over him even though he’s the one to blame; THRIVES when you get messy for him tho. Firm believer that he’d spit in your mouth, both as punishment and a reward. He won’t make much noise, you’ll think he’s doing taxes while deep in your guts, but just watch his face; homie is EXPRESSIVE. Aftercare could go either way, but he’d probably focus more on getting the sheets changed than cleaning you up. 7/10.’

You clenched the phone in disbelief, eyes watering due to the sexual word-vomit burning them the more you read on. It didn’t even take you long to find the dreaded post you were convinced would never manifest, refreshing the page multiple times just to confirm its existence. “Shit. I really did doom him to being targeted by perverts…”

“Huh??” Komori voiced. You merely brushed it off.

“Nothing,” you sighed. Taking the conversation out on the balcony in case Sakusa overheard, you had Komori on speaker as you attempted to do damage control. “Do the others know about this? Oh God, does Atsumu?? Knowing him, he’d surely jump at the chance to tease Omi with something like this.”

“Dunno. Just found out myself, and you were the first person I thought to call.”

You looked over your shoulder, peeking inside to see if the outside hitter was roaming around. There didn’t appear to be any movement, but there’s no doubt he finished showering by now.

Exhaling, you began sifting through your contacts. “We need to do whatever it takes to make sure he never finds out about the post. I’ll text everyone I know to help flag it down, but I’m not sure how long it’ll take before-”

“Who’re you talking to?”

Startled, phone nearly tossed off the balcony, you turned toward the sudden appearance of your freshly washed boyfriend, towel around his neck and adorned in lounge wear. Komori held his breath, as if he also were caught in the act even though he could easily escape with a mere press of a button. “Um…your cousin.”

“Okay, but…why’d you come out here? You wouldn’t have disturbed me if you took the call inside.” Sakusa raised a brow at your stiff posture, perplexed but concerned. “Something the matter?”

“No!” You winced at your own volume. His eyes widened slightly, making you nervously chuckle. Clearing your throat, you attempted to play it cool. “No, uh…just wanted to get some air while catching up with Komori, that’s all. W-why d’you ask?”

Sakusa squinted at you. “You’re jumpy.”

“J-Jumpy? Me? Uh.. that’s because…” Searching your brain for an excuse, luckily Komori had your back with his quick thinking.

“B-Because! We’re talking about the list! And t-they figured you wouldn’t wanna hear us, so-” SLAM!

Before he could even get the rest of the explanation out, Sakusa had already closed the sliding door. You and Komori shared a sigh of relief. You watched Sakusa’s back retreat into the living room as he sat on the couch, flickering around for something to put on to pass the time.

Just as suspected…still paranoid.

“That was close…”

“Super close. Think he bought it?”

You groaned, hesitant to take your eyes off him. “Won’t matter if he decides to check his phone at some point…”

It didn’t appear to be anywhere in sight, hopefully charging in another room. But, there was no point in wasting time worrying about that. You had some flagging to do. And as long as he had no reason to look at it, you’d be fine.

Sakusa, now bored with you occupied by something else, couldn’t help but to watch you longingly from the couch. You were speaking so animatedly, using your free hand to gesture, pacing back and forth. He frowned—How can that stupid list be more important than snuggling up with him? Yet another reason to hate it.

Exhaling through his nose he leaned back on the sofa, remote in hand as he looked for something to help pass the time. However, before he could get very far in his search, his phone rings.

Confused, he reached into his pocket. Instantly, his mood went from neutral to shriveled when he read the caller ID—Miya.

He had half a mind to ignore it, but knowing Atsumu he’d probably just keep calling until the inevitable happened with him turning up on his doorstep. Sakusa gave an annoyed huff, reluctantly answering the phone.

“Better have a good reason to be calling me this late, idiot.”

“Oh ho ho. Believe me, Omi-Omi. You’ll wanna see this.”

Back on the balcony, after the sixth time flagging the post for misinformation and harassment, you suddenly felt a shift in the atmosphere that wasn’t there moments before. Halting your frantic thumbs, you slowly looked up from the screen as a cold chill ran up your spine; something didn’t feel right in the force.

You weren’t sure what made you turn back to look inside the room, but the moment you did…it was like the world had gone into slow motion—Komori’s voice faded into the background as he called out your name, drowned out by the sound of your heart pounding through your ribs at the sight of Sakusa on his phone, face contorted into what could only be described as pure humiliation as he stared into the endless abyss while on his knees.

Probably should’ve burned that sage when you had the chance.

#🍁wasabi #‼️PT. 3‼️#*posts it and runs*#hq #hq scenarios #hq smut #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #hq osamu #hq sakusa #the fuck-it list

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ghostofhyuck · 9 months ago

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baking with boyfriend! nct dream. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

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Mark Lee

Thinks that he can handle baking a cake but is probably stressed out already during grocery shopping. He lets you take the lead, afraid that he might ruin it for the two of you. The type to just gaze on what you are doing. Probably tried to be helpful like cracking the egg or measuring the ingredients. TRIES!!! so hard to make sure that he's doing it right,,, asks you again and again before proceeding to do it. "I'll just pour all of this?" "Mark, for the last time yes, it's on the recipe."

Huang Renjun

Oh he's the perfect assistant! He reads the recipe so that you don't have to look at the recipe over and over again. Helps you by getting the tools and needs. Also a perfectionist, like if the recipe says 1 cup, it has to be 1 cup!! He's very helpful since he knows his way to the kitchen, probably preheats the oven while you mix the ingredient, and while you two wait for it the pastry to bake, he made a drink for the two of you to enjoy! :<

Lee Jeno

Another one who's lets you take the lead. Literally, like a puppy following you everywhere. Probably the type to backhug you while you measure ingredients. He thinks he's helping but he's not, but he's an emotional support, so it's fine!! I feel like he read the recipe and while you already memorized the recipe by heart, so when you skipped an ingredient, he stops you and just panics, like,,, "is that part of the instructions?" you laughed at how serious he was, but you assured him that you know what you're doing.

Lee Donghyuck

Baking with Haechan is kinda stressful but that's because he sees that you're having a hard time with the cake, (in your defense, it's your first time baking a cake.) Probably takes the lead more, has a serious expression on his face, (even if it was his first time baking a cake too.) You watch as he skillfully mixed the ingredient, place it at the baking pan, and put it inside the oven. Oh, and when you two are making the icing, he'll be the type to get a spoonful of it just to taste it. (He had three more spoons later lol.)

Na Jaemin

Baking with Jaemin sounds like a very peaceful thing to do!! You can hear the song playing from the speaker, probably a soft lo-fi or something from your shared playlist!! It's so serene and calm that you two don't really speak to each other and have a sort-of telepathic connection on what to do. You two would work together on baking a cake, like how Jaemin measure and pour the ingredients while you mix it with a handmixer. Would probably smear flour on your cheek but it won't go to that extent that you two are throwing flour at each other.

Zhong Chenle

I feel like Chenle is very confident with his cooking skills, so he takes the lead!! But once it gets complicated, he'll ask you help. Once you're the one who's taking the lead, Chenle would probably be the type to be clinging on you. He's like a koala on you, arms wrapped around your waist and head resting on your shoulder as you mix the batter. You probably had a hard time moving because your boyfriend is being stubborn lol.

Park Jisung

He's ban in the kitchen tbh. BUT sometimes he really wants to help you with your baking because he likes spending quality time with you. Probably the type to watch from a far but you tend to ask him to do stuff like cracking the egg or maybe pour the ingredient while you mix the batter. Oh and he's such a foodie!! Like, he's the type to watch you while he nimble on the crushed chocolates or maybe he found a snack on your pantry so he's munching that while you bake.

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thewintersoldierdisaster · 1 year ago

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a/n: andrei got an all star weekend fic last year, so it’s only right that mat gets one this year! i literally have a million favorite pics from this weekend so i had to use them all i don’t care. i tried to hit a bunch of the main weekend highlights! i’m also aware that some of the timing and stuff is weird in the fic, but we’re just rolling with it and enjoying the vibes. 🧡💙

word count: 7k

tw: innuendo, dirty talk, protected sex, oral (m receiving), fingering (f recieving), thigh riding, extremely minimal editing

summary: all star weekend in toronto with mat is one to remember

“Who do you think will pick you?” You ask, settled comfortably in the middle of the hotel room’s mattress, wrapped warmly in the plush robe. You have the perfect spot to watch Mat at the bathroom sink while he shaves. He’s in his suit pants, but his chest is bare, giving you the opportunity to watch his back and arm muscles move as he works.

“Dunno,” he replies, slightly muffled. You can see his face in the mirror, lips tucked in and half covered in shaving cream. He lets his hand fall to the counter and turns to face you, a crooked smile on his face made even more lopsided by the shaving cream beard. “If it’s not Mo and Auston though, I’m leaving.”

You roll your eyes, knowing that your boyfriend loves Justin Bieber almost more than he loves you. “I want Nate and Cale to pick you. I want to meet Tate McRae.”

“You can meet Tate McRae even if I’m not on her team,” Mat scoffs, returning to his shaving. “When am I ever going to get a chance to be coached by Justin Bieber? Never, Squeaks! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

“You’re such a dork,” you murmur affectionately, grinning at his back and tucking your face into the collar of the robe. You have to get up and start getting ready soon, but you’re too comfortable to move. Mat’ll go over to the arena earlier for media interviews and the red carpet, but you don’t have to be there, technically at all, but you want to see the draft.

Mat finishes shaving his face and wipes his cheeks off with the hand towel. “You’re not being very supportive of my dreams,” he informs you dramatically, tossing the dirty towel onto the counter and planting his hands on his hips.

You kneel up on the bed and gape at him, amping up the dramatics. “I’m spending my vacation in cold ass Toronto instead of Baha Mar because I’m supportive of your dreams,” you laugh, throwing your arms out to your sides. “Sue me if I want you to have a good celebrity captain.”

“The Biebs would be the best captain,” Mat replies, crossing over to the bed in a handful of steps, reaching out to rest his hands on your hips. His fingers play with the tie of the robe. “He played hockey and he’s a huge fan.”

“Are their colors at least the blue jersey?” You ask. “You look so good in blue.”

Mat lifts an eyebrow. “That would make you support my coaching dreams? The color blue?”

You hum, resting your hands on his shoulders, playing with the chain around his neck. “I’m very superficial,” you inform him, deadpan.

“Yeah,” Mat replies, equally deadpan, “me too.” He breaks a second later, grinning and peppering kisses all over your face, making you squeal. His fingers dig into your sides, tickling you under the robe, and you wriggle on your knees, slumping forward over his chest when you can’t take it anymore. Gasping laughter saws from your chest and you try to catch your breath, but Mat’s making it hard with his hands splayed over your back. They’re warm and slightly rough and you’re both really wearing barely any clothes, it would be so easy to drag him down onto the bed.

He seems to be telepathically picking up on your thoughts because Mat presses a kiss to your bare shoulder where the robe has slipped off and says, “I gotta finish getting ready or I’m going to be late. But when we get back after the draft, my body is yours to use.”

You pull back and grin at him. “However I want?”

“Yeah,” he snorts, “I need to conserve energy to reclaim my title tomorrow, so you have to do all the work.”

“Pillow princess,” you accuse, pouting at him.

“Just for you, babe,” Mat shoots back, cupping your chin in his hand and tilting your head back so he can really kiss you, licking into your mouth and leaving you wet and wanting when he pulls back. “Start thinking about what position you want me in.”

He winks, laughing, and heads back to the bathroom to finish getting his hair in place. You slump back down on the bed and call to his back, “I’m making sure I get two orgasms before you even get one.”

“Fine by me,” Mat calls back, hands working through his hair. “I like the way you scream my name when you’re coming on my cock.”

Your entire body flushes with heat and you press your thighs together. “Damnit,” you mutter, knowing you need to start getting ready and you definitely don’t have time for even a halfway satisfying orgasm. “For that,” you call, starting to roll off the bed so you can do your hair and makeup, “I get three orgasms before you get one.”

“You’re being so mean to your All-Star,” Mat teases, shrugging into his button down and starting to do up the buttons. You plug in your curling iron and roll your eyes at him.

“Should’ve known all the attention would go to your head,” you sigh, pretending to be burdened by him. “I’m your All-Star, Mr. Barzal, and don’t you forget it.”

His answering grin crinkles his entire face and you go to him easily when he reaches out to grab your wrist and tug you into his chest. “That’s why I’m letting you have your orgasms before I get mine,” he says cheekily, pressing a smacking kiss to your cheek and disappearing to the other side of the room for his shoes.

You huff a little, a small smile playing on your lips, and return to fixing your hair. Mat finishes getting ready, lacing up his dress shoes and pulling on his suit jacket before throwing his arms out to his sides and doing a little half-turn, asking, “so, how do I look?”

“Like my All-Star,” you beam at him, tilting your head up for a kiss. He obliges. “I like this suit a lot,” you continue, reaching for your purse and withdrawing a Sharpie. You hold it up in between your bodies and tuck it into the inside pocket of his jacket. “Just in case.”

Mat pats his hand over the pocket and kisses your forehead. “Thanks, Squeaks. Text me when you get to the arena, okay? I’ll see you after the draft.”

You nod and with one final kiss, Mat’s out the door, leaving you with some peace and quiet to get ready. You do wish that Bo or Noah had been voted in too, so you’d at least have Holly or Alexa to hang out with while you’re watching the events. Mat’s parents and Liana are getting into town tomorrow afternoon, with enough time to join you for the Skills Competition, but until then, you’re on your own.

Luckily, you run into Steph Marner outside of the arena, saving you from the awkward first day of a new school feeling where you’ll either have to sit alone or find someone you know in the arena. You know Steph a little bit from different events and you’re friendly enough, it’s not the same as having one of your girls with you, but she’s a familiar face.

“Hey, girl!” Steph greets you with a hug that you return. “Welcome to the six!”

“I really wish you were welcoming me to the Bahamas,” you laugh, falling into step next to her. The crowds are wild and you look around as you walk in, having never been to an All-Star game before this is so much fun.

She lets loose a laugh, “you and me both! It would’ve been nice to get out of the city for a bit, but what can you do?” She shrugs and you fall into small talk for a little bit, catching up on what’s been happening since you last saw each other.

By the time the draft starts, you’re pleasantly tipsy and getting into the fun. The guys are all sitting on little benches on the ice and it’s adorable watching them swing their legs like toddlers. You snap a few photos of Mat from your spot in the stands, knowing the professional photos you’ll get from the team’s social media team later will be better. The draft starts and you wait impatiently for Mat to be picked.

By the time the fourth round ends and he hasn’t been picked, you’re starting to get cranky on his behalf. And slightly anxious that he’ll be picked last, even though you know logically that won’t happen. On the ice, he keeps swinging his legs, fidgeting in place until finally Mo and Auston pick him to join Team Bieber, along with half the Maple Leafs - Mitch Marner and William Nylander included.

Steph slaps your hand in a high-five, “woohoo! Teammates!”

You laugh and cheer along with her, snapping a picture of Mat getting a hug from Justin Bieber. You immediately send it off to your group chat, adding the message: pretty sure he’s going to leave me for the biebs 😭

The girls flood the chat, but you’re too busy laughing with Steph about Mat and Mitch’s chatter on the Team Bieber bench.

“Oh my god,” you laugh. “Mat’s such a yapper. He must be talking Mitch’s ear off.”

“Please,” Steph waves her hand in the air. “Mitch can’t shut up either. They probably aren’t even listening to each other.”

As the draft continues, you tune out a little since Mat’s been picked. Eventually, you tune back in and your gaze lands on your boyfriend manspreading to an extreme degree. Muffling a laugh with your hand, you shoot him a text, knowing he won’t see it until later: spread your legs a little wider, babe, i want to feel the stretch when i straddle you 👀

The draft comes to an end and it’s a little bit of a whirlwind after that, chatting with people you haven’t seen in a bit and wandering the arena until you find Mat. Or he finds you, actually.

“Team Bieber!” He crows, barely hiding his excitement now that it’s just you in front of him.

You grin at him, squeaked laughter pushed from your lungs when he crushes you to his chest in a hug. “Happy for you, Mat!”

“Babe,” he shakes his head, grinning from ear to ear, “this is gonna be so fucking fun. He hugged me!”

“You are the biggest fangirl I’ve ever seen,” you tease, tucking yourself under his arm and wrapping your arm around his waist. “It’s adorable.”

“I know you’re making fun of me right now,” he says, “but I don’t even care. We’ve got a Bieber concert to get to.”

You shake your head and let yourself be dragged along to the concert, knowing that Mat’s going to have the time of his life listening to one of his favorite artists perform live and that you’re going to get so many videos of him singing along that will immediately be sent to Beau for blackmail material.

The concert is actually beyond fun, and by the time you get back to the hotel, Mat’s completely forgotten about his earlier determination to be a pillow princess and has you out of your sweater and jeans before you really process what’s happening. His mouth and fingers work you up to two hard and fast orgasms, leaving you sweaty and breathless in the middle of the bed.

“Fuck,” you mutter, wrapping your legs around his waist and squeezing them, bending your knees to draw his cock closer to your cunt. You clit throbs and the condom-wrapped head of Mat’s cock bumps against it, making you see stars.

“One more each, okay?” Mat mutters, pushing into you slowly. You whine and clench around him, scraping your nails down his back. He hisses at the sting, but doesn’t stop until he’s seated fully inside your pussy, breathing hard. Sweat rolls down his temples, dampening his hair.

You barely last a few minutes, overly sensitive from the last two orgasms, and you come before Mat, stroking your hands over every inch of him you can reach while he pumps his hips into yours. He grunts into your neck when he comes, filling the condom and nearly crushing you with the heavy weight of his body on top of yours. The air is pushed from your lungs, Mat’s sweaty chest pressed against yours.

“Fuck,” he mumbles into your hair, “that felt good. You feel good. Could stay here forever.”

You kiss his shoulder. “I’d make some kind of innuendo about being an all star, but I think my brain is melted,” you say honestly, still wrapped around Mat like an octopus and making no effort to move.

——-

Mat’s Friday is quiet, other than an early afternoon practice for the Saturday game and the Skills Competition at night, so you have a lazy morning with him in bed. Neither of you bothered with clothes the night before, so it’s easy to get your hands on him and harder to get his hands off of you. You slip under the covers and wake him up with your mouth on his cock, sucking him off until he comes in your mouth. After he returns the favror with a slow, lingering orgasm, you shower and decide to head off to explore downtown Toronto for a bit before Mat goes to practice and you head off to the airport in the rental car to pick up Mat’s parents and sister.

“Thank god you’re here,” you give Liana a huge hug after helping everyone load their bags into the trunk. “It’s so hard being the only one around to chirp Mat to his face.”

“Please tell me you have video of the Bieber of it all,” she grins at you, a little evilly. You nod and she she pumps her fist. Nadia shakes her head.

“Don’t be mean to your brother this weekend,” she turns around in the passenger seat to face you both. Michael had insisted on driving back into the city and you weren’t about to argue - Toronto traffic rivaled New York traffic.

Liana rolls her eyes. “Mom, he needs some humbling,” she replies. “It’s good for his character

growth.”

You hide a giggle behind your hand. The Barzal sibling dynamic is one of your favorite things to witness. “I promise, Nadia,” you say, leaning forward a bit, “Mat gets so much praise. He does need a little humbling every once in a while.”

Once you’re back in the city, you drop the car and everyone’s bags off at the hotel and head over to meet Mat at the arena. He’s waiting for you all in the main lobby, looking fresh and clean and beyond adorable in his new All-Stars beanie. His smile is huge and only grows when he gives his parents hugs hello. He rubs the top of Liana’s head in a noogie that has her punching his arm, while they both laugh.

“Hi,” you smile up at him. You missed him even though it’s been less than two hours since you saw him.

“Hi,” Mat kisses you quickly before tugging the beanie off his head and unceremoniously dropping it on yours, tugging the cuff of it low over your forehead and smushing your hair. You wrinkle your nose at him and he raises an eyebrow. “It’s cold and you look cute in it.”

You lift your phone, the screen lighting up to display a handful of social media notifications and texts, “not as cute as you, according to the Twitter girlies. Apparently, you’re giving babygirl.” Your grin is shit-eating and Liana openly cracks up next to you, even as Michael and Nadia frown at each other, completely confused by the social media phrases.

Mat’s ears go pink and he nudges his hip against yours. “Shut up, let’s just go for lunch and not talk about that,” he rests his hand against your lower back and slings the other arm over Liana’s shoulder, guiding the both of you out of the arena.

“Oh no,” his sister says in a sugary-sweet tone, “we’re definitely talking about it. I have a few of my favorites bookmarked to mention…” She trails off, starting to scroll through her phone.

“Mom!” Mat whips his head around to look at Nadia. She plucks the phone from Liana’s hands and stashes it in her purse.

Michael, in order to cut off Liana’s complaint, jumps in, “Mat, tell us about Patrick Roy. How’s the change going?”

Luckily, the new coach is a topic Mat could happily chatter on about for hours, so he takes the bait and you end up having a fairly peaceful lunch before heading back to the hotel for a little relaxation before the Skills Competition. Liana comes to hang out with you and Mat, while Michael and Nadia get in a quick nap after their long flight. You put a movie on, but really the three of you end up gossiping and catching up, before Mat finally kicks you both out so he can get in a short nap too.

“Love you,” he kisses you before essentially pushing you out the door.

“Yeah, I really feel the love,” you roll your eyes, quickly pulling your coat back before Mat can close the door on it.

Liana smiles at you wryly. “I don’t know how you put up with him, but thank god for you. Let’s go get a coffee,” she says, linking arms with you as you stroll down to the elevators. You have the toque back on your head, adjusted so it’s not smashing your hair flat, and you can’t help but smile when you think about Mat putting it on your head in the first place.

“He’s surprisingly easy to love,” you laugh. “When he’s not being a drama queen.”

“Ugh,” Liana rolls her eyes affectionately, “you guys are disgusting.”

“Be nice or I’m going to decide to renovate the guest room during the week in April you’re coming to visit,” you joke.

——-

The arena is even louder and more chaotic during the Skills Competition and you’re having fun with Liana, taking pictures and getting snacks while you wait for everything to start.

“Fuck,” you mutter to yourself, scrolling through Instagram before the events start. The reel the team’s socials have posted of Mat picking out his skate blades has your panties immediately damp and you’re ready to demand it get taken down for your own sanity. You shift in your seat, damp fabric scraping against your wet cunt.

Liana looks over your shoulder to see what you’re looking at. “Oh gross,” she fakes a gagging noise. “He needs to put those away.”

“Or save them just for me,” you mumble, for her ears only. As much as you love Nadia and Michael, they don’t need to hear how horny you are for their son. Liana bumps your shoulder and your fingers slip over the screen.

“I’m gonna go blind, put that thirst trap away,” she frowns. “They’re going to start now.”

She’s right and Mat is the first one introduced on the ice. The four of you jump to your feet and scream for him, your heart pounding with excitement. Mat looks so stupidly happy to be on the ice, you can’t help but let out an extra loud wolf-whistle for him.

The Fastest Skater competition is up first and you won’t admit it, but you’re a little nervous for Mat to hold onto his title. You clench your hands together while William Nylander, Quinn Hughes, and Cale Makar go, crossing your fingers when their times are all over 14 seconds.

Mat’s fourth and you scream when he’s under 14 seconds, holding first until, of course, Connor McDavid unseats him. It’s annoying and a little frustrating, but you’re still beyond proud of Mat for being so close.

“Fuck that!” Liana grumbles, echoing your thoughts.

“He’s fastest skater in my heart,” you whisper back, purposely not telling her your plan to giving him a blow job at the end of the night.

One Timers is next. Honestly, you have no idea what the rules on this one are, but you just enjoy the show. Especially since Mat’s not that great in this competition in the end. You can see the scowl on his face and even Nadia laughs a little.

“He’s so hard on himself, even for fun events,” she shakes her head.

You can see him shake his head after his turn at the Passing Challenge, but honestly you’re really just focused on down damn good he looks with the backwards cap on his head. Watching Mat show off his skills is always your favorite thing. Mat takes third in this challenge and then talks to Kevin Weekes on ice and you record him while he talks, loving that crooked smile of his.

“I can’t believe he’s tied for first,” Liana shakes her head, filling in Michael and Nadia as they come back to the seats with drinks. “Think he’ll drop a couple thousand my way?”

“I’ll make sure of it,” you nudge her side. “Right after he funds my tropical vacation.”

During the musical break, you both get up to use the bathroom and stretch your legs. Your phone is vibrating with texts from the team and the girls, chirping Mat and making sure you know to pass on the messages.

Mat’s final event is Stick Handling and you keep your fingers crossed throughout the break - he’s in third overall and honestly you think he could pull off a win. Either way, you know you’re going to celebrate with him later.

“That’s my man!” You shout when Mat’s announced for second place. “Silkiest mits in the league!”

Liana and Nadia jump up to celebrate with you - Mat’s tied for first over all with one competition left.

He makes it to the next round and the three of you cheer, laughing and more than a little tipsy off of arena beers and cocktails. It’s so much more fun to cheer him on and celebrate Mat with his family.

“I always forget how good he is,” Nadia comments. “I know he’s good, but he’s having fun out there too.”

“No, he was literally off the wall excited to come back,” you tell her. “Being selected and then getting to replace Jack Hughes in the skills comp, on top of the new coach, Mat’s been in such a good mood lately.”

“He’s also whipped,” Liana teases you. You stick your tongue out at her.

“He just knows when he has to listen and turn off his hockey brain,” you shrug, talking over the music.

“Oh, Mat sucks at the shootout,” you groan, seeing what the One on One competition entails. “I just need him to not be last on this one.”

Mat picks Igor Shesterkin as his goalie and you watch him collect six points and sit in a tie for third. The New York rivalry runs strong and you can’t wait for the Stadium Series game in two weeks. You’re kind of treating the cold in Toronto as a preview of sitting out in the cold in New Jersey.

And with that, Mat’s onto the final round.

“One step closer to that cool million,” Liana grins. “You know how big of an engagement ring you could get with that…”

You choke on your sip of water and Michael claps you on the back while Nadia frowns at Liana. “No way I need or want something that big,” you manage to squeak out. “Not to be, like, basic, but I’d take a page out of Taylor Swift’s book and marry him with a paper ring.”

Your entire face feels like it’s burning red, talking about marrying Mat in front of his parents. You do, obviously, want to marry him, but it feels strange to say so in front of his parents when you’ve only met them a handful of times.

Liana’s shit-eating grin is identical to Mat’s. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she says and when you try to say anything, she shushes you and points to the ice, where the obstacle course is starting.

“Oh, he’s locked in,” Liana says and you’re all leaning forward in your seats as Mat goes through the obstacles.

“Oh god,” you groan, covering your eyes with your hands as Mat struggles with the little nets. Liana and Nadia wince at your sides. It’s like a train wreck, you can’t look away from his struggle. When they have to bring out more pucks for him, your heart sinks into your stomach.

Mat’s time in the end is awful, and you can see his disappointment on his face when he looks up at the jumbotron. He would’ve beaten McDavid if the nets hadn’t tripped him up.

“Ah, he did his best,” Michael says and you nod. It sucks that Mat didn’t place higher, but you’re so proud of him. Considering he wasn’t even chosen to be in the Skills Competition in the first place, the fact that he made it to the final round and nearly won is an incredible effort.

Mat texts you all in a group chat that you’d honestly forgotten existed, letting you know that he still has to shower and do some media availability, so he’ll meet you all back at the hotel.

Michael and Nadia decide to head to bed and you promise to let Mat know - you’ll all get together for breakfast before Mat goes to his morning skate before the game at 3. You and Liana hang out in the hotel bar until Mat joins you a little more than an hour later, spotting you immediately and wedging himself in the few inches of space left in the arm chair you’re sitting in. He squishes you to the side with his thighs, spreading them without concern. His arms wrap around your shoulders and he kisses the side of your head. “Hey, Squeaks,” he greets you, adjusting so one of your legs is draped over his and you’re as close as you could possibly be.

“Jesus,” Liana mutters. “Get a room.”

Mat squints at her, “I would love to.”

You nudge his side and murmur, “behave,” at him. All that does is encourage Mat to get in your face and kiss you hungrily. A surprised giggle is swallowed by Mat’s mouth and Liana’s disgusted scoff makes Mat smile against your lips.

“I’m going to bed,” she pushes up from her chair. “See you two in the morning. And wear a condom, I’m not ready to be an aunt.”

You and Mat choke simultaneously, Liana’s laughter echoing as she dances away. You drop your forehead to Mat’s shoulder and he shakes his head, “she really knows how to kill the mood.”

When you shift your leg though, you can feel the bulge of Mat’s cock against your thigh. “I don’t think she killed the mood that much,” you tease, curling closer to him. “Should we go upstairs and I can reward you for being the all-star of my heart?”

“Cheesy,” Mat accuses even as he’s pulling you to your feet and guiding you to the elevator bank. “I’m exhausted though, I didn’t realize how much work the obstacle course would be.”

“I’ll do all the work, don’t you worry,” you grin at him.

Less than ten minutes later you have him on his back, cunt clenching around his cock.

“Fuck, fuck,” Mat groans, fingers digging into your hips. “Baby, god, fuck feels so good.”

You lean forward, bouncing over Mat’s cock, nails digging into his chest. “Wanted to do this all day,” you gasp. “All the posts, your fucking thighs, Mat! Been soaked for you.”

He laughs underneath you, sliding one hand to play with your clit. You whine and feel your arousal leak from your body, smearing all over Mat’s pelvis. “Thought about riding my thighs, baby?” He asks, gripping your hip even tighter and helping you bounce on him.

“Every fucking day,” you admit, choking on air when Mat bucks his hips up into yours, the head of his cock smacking against your g-spot. “All-Star Mat is my favorite Mat.”

His face is red from exertion, beads of sweat rolling down his temples, but even still you can tell that your praise is getting to him, flushing his chest pink and making his rhythm over your clit stutter. You grin wickedly down at him, knowing exactly how you want to play him.

“I’m so proud of you,” you murmur sincerely, grinding down on him. “Came in and killed it, made it look easy,” you hiccup on a particularly aggressive bounce, “so fucking handsome. My all-star. Mine, mine, mine.”

“Fuuuuck” Mat drags out the curse, bending his knees and planting his feet on the mattress so he can fuck up into you roughly. “Jesus. Wanted to win ‘cause you were there.”

You whimper every time Mat’s cock hits your g-spot, nearly there, and praise him again, “always a winner. Always my winner. Love you so much.”

Mat’s cock thickens inside of you while you clench around him and you plant your hands on his stomach for leverage and to feel his muscles bunch up in the lead up to his orgasm. He groans and squeezes a handful of your ass, bucking up into you harshly. “Gonna - sorry, baby. Need to come,” he groans your name, filling the condom with a deep growl. You keep riding him through it, replacing his hand on your clit with yours so he can grip your hips and bounce you while he finishes.

“C’mon, fill me up,” you whine, chanting his name, rolling your fingers over your clit until you finish a few seconds after him, gushing around the base of his cock and his lower stomach. You slump over his chest and Mat grunts underneath you, smoothing his hands over your ass.

“God, that was fucking amazing,” he mutters into your hair, kissing your cheek. “Gotta be the all-star more often.”

You laugh and wiggle your ass over him, cunt clenching lazily around him. “I dunno, I was supposed to take care of you, but you took over there for a bit,” you mumble against his skin.

“Couldn’t help it,” he shrugs, “looked so fucking good with your tits bouncing, that gorgeous face you make when I hit as deep as possible.” He yawns a little, swallowing the last few words of his sentence.

“Shut up,” you laugh lightly, swatting at his chest while you roll off of him, sticky and sore. Mat moves to get up, but you push him back a little and wrap a hand around his hip. “I’ve got it.” You make quick work of the condom, tying a knot at the top and padding into the bathroom to get rid of it. You rinse off quickly and bring Mat back a damp washcloth to clean off his stomach, but by the time you get back into the bedroom, he’s got one arm tucked behind his head and he’s fast asleep, letting out gentle grumbling snores.

You laugh a little to yourself, shaking your head. Men.

Still, you wipe him off carefully - not that it matters, he doesn’t move at all - and climb into bed with him, after stealing a clean t-shirt from his suitcase.

Mat chokes a little on his snore and rolls over, grabbing you around the waist and hauling you close to his chest. His arm is a strong lock over your stomach and you shift, getting comfortable before falling asleep with the warm weight of Mat’s body at your back.

You wake up a little bit later, with one of Mat’s thighs wedged in between your legs, corded muscle pressed up against your cunt, making it throb. You grind experimentally over his leg and he grunts against your hair, warm breath fanning over the back of your neck and making you shiver.

“Mat?” You whisper his name quietly and his arm tightens around your waist. You trace your fingertips over the veins on his hand.

His thigh flexes against you and you gasp, warmth pooling between your legs.

“Told you to use me,” Mat mumbles sleepily, kissing behind your ear. “Go ‘head.”

His hand is splayed flat over your stomach and he pushes gently, spurring you into movement. Your hips rock lazily over his thigh, the sleepy rhythm making it hard for you to hold onto the coil of pleasure. Mat rocks his half-hard cock into your backside and you sigh softly, heat building in your blood.

“Feels good,” he sighs, helping you move over him, eyes still shut. He hikes his thigh up higher, catching your clit on his leg hair and sensing a wave of pleasure through your body.

You whine his name, burying your fingers between your legs to help coax yourself to an orgasm. “Wanna feel you,” you whisper and Mat’s hand slips between your bodies, leaving your stomach cold, so he can roughly jerk his cock a few times, tugging until he’s harder.

He pulls you back by the hip, until his cock is nestled between your thighs and you angle back against him, slipping the head of him inside your entrance. A breathy sigh escapes your lungs and Mat rocks his hips so his cock thrusts in and out of your shallowly. Between his cock and your fingers, you’re falling over the cliff of pleasure within seconds, slick covering your thighs.

“Roll over,” you rasp, legs still trembling. You’re not about to go searching in the dark for a condom, so you settle yourself in between Mat’s powerful thighs and take him into your mouth, tasting yourself on him. Both of his hands land on your head, tangling in your hair and holding you in place while you lick at him, kissing the head of his cock and hollowing your cheeks around him until he’s coming in your mouth.

Mat groans, hips bucking up into your mouth, eyes screwed shut. “Babe, christ, love that fucking mouth,” he says hoarsely, hauling you up his body when you’re done so he can kiss you sleepily.

You’re exhausted and close your eyes again, lying over Mat’s chest, his arms wrapped around your back. “You make me so stupid,” you mumble against his collarbone, asleep before you know it.

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Saturday is the big game day and after your middle of the night sexcapades, you and Mat oversleep so he just barely has time for breakfast with everyone before he’s off to the arena for a little morning skate and a brief stint on NHL News.

You and the Barzals decide to take in a little bit of the Fan Fest before exploring downtown Toronto before the game starts. It’s fun to spend so much time with Mat’s family and you’re looking forward for them to coming to Long Island for Easter.

The games themselves are beyond fun to watch, since the guys are all taking it seriously while still having a good time.

When Mat and Team Bieber make it to the finals, you and Liana are beside yourselves, screaming with excitement.

“Mat willed them to a win so he can spend more time with Justin,” Liana laughs and you agree.

“Honestly, I’m not convinced he wouldn’t dump me for Justin,” you snort, snapping a picture of Mat on the ice.

Team Bieber/Matthews wins the whole thing and you know it’s just a silly fun weekend, but you can’t help be so incredibly proud of Mat and his performance all weekend. He’s been so light and happy all weekend and you know it was the break he needed to reset for the second half of the season.

After he finishes with post-game media availabilities - where he apparently mentions his future kids, much to Liana and Nadia’s delight and your slight panic, one day but definitely not any time soon - he comes and meets you all for dinner. Mat’s still buzzing from adrenaline and won’t shut up about Justin Bieber as a coach.

“He was just so invested,” he says. “Really wanted to win and knew what he was talking about.”

“Who’s a better coach,” you cut in slyly, “Justin Bieber or Patrick?”

He pins you with a wry look, as his parents laugh. “Squeaks, that’s just not fair.”

“It’s also not even a competition,” Michael points out. “I would think Patrick Roy has nothing on Justin Bieber’s enthusiasm.”

You recognize your boyfriend’s father’s sarcastic joke and giggle. Everyone knows about Patrick’s enthusiastic coaching style.

“I actually can’t wait to get back to it,” Mat says, swiping a bite of your steak off your plate. “I feel really good about the back half.”

Dinner continues comfortably for another few hours, Mat soaking up time with his family while he doesn’t have to worry about practice or a game tomorrow. Eventually, you all head back to your rooms - the Barzals are flying back to Vancouver tomorrow afternoon, while you and Mat get to enjoy the day together before the team flies in before the game.

“Oh, hey, check this out,” Mat’s nearly bouncing when you get back to your hotel room, directing your attention to a huge gift bag sitting on the bed.

You raise an eyebrow, “all star game swag?”

“Even better,” Mat’s eyes are wide. “Justin gave us all some stuff from his line.”

Muffling a giggle with your hand, you poke at the gift bag. “Justin? Your new best friend?” You ask, dryly, spotting a grey hoodie at the top of the pile.

Mat nudges you with his knuckles. “Just for that, I’m not sharing my new gear,” he informs you, pulling each item out of the bag. He’s like a kid on Christmas, giddy with each piece of merch and relaying more stories about Justin behind the bench, like you haven’t heard them all already.

You indulge him, getting ready for bed as he talks, giving him a soft, affectionate smile when he finally pauses his yapping. “You are such a dork,” you murmur, squishing his cheeks between your palms and planting a quick kiss on her pursed lips. “It’s a good thing you’re so cute.”

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Sunday is quiet, festivities over. Mat immediately pulls on his new Drew hoodie and you snag the sweats, going for comfort over fashion for your day.

“Steal that sweatshirt and send it to me,” Liana says, hugging you goodbye.

“Over my dead body,” Mat shakes his head at her. “Buy your own.”

You sling an arm around Mat’s waist and lean into him. “Oh, calm down. No one’s stealing the gifts your boyfriend gave you,” you wrinkle your nose at him in a crinkly-eyed smile.

He snaps at the waist band of your pilfered sweats and gives you a stink eye. You laugh, “I live with you! They’re going back to our shared dresser.”

“In my drawer,” Mat says and you nod, indulging him. You both know that you’re keeping the sweats.

Once Mat’s parents and Liana are off to the airport, the rest of the day is chill. You’re soaking up the time with Mat before he goes back into the grind for the back half of the season.

“Hey,” you say at dinner later, nudging his foot with yours under the table.

Mat looks up from the menu, hair a little messy, eyes still bright from the excitement of the weekend.

“I just…I’m really proud of you,” you manage to say around the little ball of emotion in your throat. You reach across the table and lace your fingers with his and Mat squeezes them gently. “This has been the best weekend and I hope you get to bring this excitement to the back half of the season.”

His grins at you, that crooked smile of his that you love so much, and says, “having you here was the second best part of the weekend.”

“Let me guess,” you deadpan, “becoming besties with Justin was the best part?”

He nods, eyes twinkling, “yep.”

“I hate you,” you snort a laugh, smiling despite yourself.

“It’s a really close second though,” Mat assures you.

With a faint sigh, you shake your head, “I see where I stand. Maybe I’ll just have to cheer for the Leafs tomorrow.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Mat rushes to say and you kick his shin lightly.

“Of course not,” you scoff. “What kind of Long Islander would I be, rooting for the enemy?”

Mat pinches your palm, “a terrible one and an awful girlfriend too.”

You hum and say nonchalantly, “you’d think two blowjobs in a weekend, plus riding you, would cement me as best girlfriend ever.”

“Make it three and I’ll marry you right now,” Mat jokes, surprising a laugh out of your chest. Your heart skips a beat in your chest at the mention of marrying Mat, even as a little joke. You want to be his forever.

“You know,” you say, voice shaking just slightly, “marriage is all about give and take.”

Mat bumps his knee against yours, grinning wickedly. “Baby, if you wanted an orgasm, all you had to do was ask,” he says, voice low so he won’t be heard in the restaurant.

Your entire body heats with lust and you brush your fingers over your lips, hiding the involuntary little smile Mat’s words elicit. “Oh,” your voice is breathless, “well, if that’s all it takes.”

“You going to ask for what you want?” Mat asks, running his thumb over the backs of your knuckles.

Leaning forward, you hum, catching the faint hint of Mat’s cologne and the hotel shampoo. You wet your lower lip and watch as Mat’s gaze tracks the tiny movement of your tongue. Quietly, you murmur just for Mat’s ears, “I want some all-star orgasms before I become a hockey widow again.”

Mat chuckles and leans forward too so he can give you a quick kiss. “I think I can make that happen,” he replies easily, leaning back in his seat. You can see from the way his body shifts that he’s spreading his legs again. You shift in your seat, feeling hot. He smirks a little at you, clearly seeing the way your body reacts to him.

Fuck, it may be a three blowjob weekend after all.

#mat barzal #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal x you #mat barzal fic #nhl fic

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ninibeingdelulu · 11 months ago

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His biggest fan ✧

Plot: You’re Michael’s girlfriend, cheering him at one of his games.

A/N: It’s so bad I hate it😓

The roar of thunderous cheers flooded the stadium as Michael unleashed another stupefying display of lethal precision and brute physicality that defied mortal comprehension.

You watched with breathless awe seated front row as that signature blue mohawk wove a hypnotic cyclone of calculated ferocity carving apart the helpless defense trailing hopelessly in his wake.

Each savage yet eerily choreographed burst from Michael's heavyweight strides reverberated across the pitch warping the boundaries of space and time itself directly proportional to his gravitational soccer supremacy.

Until the entire cosmos distilled into that infinite singularity split-second with just your striker boyfriend, the ball and the yawning maw of the goal awaiting its inevitable oblation.

You bit down hard stifling the visceral shudder trying to escape as Michael's rocket-powered thunderbolt smashed past the defenseless keeper and ignited the back of the net in a blaze of cosmic glory.

Celebrating with that bone-chilling sovereign roar staking his unchallengeable dominion once more before this mortal realm of sporting conquest still so far beneath his transcendent plane of greatness.

Even after the final whistle sounded you remained spellbound observing Michael bask in those rapturous post-coital moments savoring his ineffable feat.

Utterly transfixed upon the hyper-masculine sculpture of your man still slicked with the spoils of carnal supremacy while casting that chiseled nordic profile against the floodlit heavens he reigned sovereign over.

Until his peripheral laser focus abruptly snapped in your direction lancing directly through your aura with a telepathic tractor beam manifesting into actual physics-warping forces.

Almost like each molecule surrounding Michael compressed and bent inward before being shunted aside clearing his path towards you with terrifying inevitability.

You barely had a chance to brace yourself as the unstoppable tsunami slammed into your front row section without mercy or resistance.

The concussive shockwave blasting through your senses while those titanium bulwarks materialized around you scooping your diminutive frame against Michael's furnace-stoked musculature with crushing intensity.

"My sweet empress…I could only hear your voice back there. It motivated me, thank you.”

His rough-hewn bassline resonated against every nerve ending vibrating at some untapped primordial stratum while you strained to surface through the endless whitenoise overloading your synapses.

Only Michael's low gravitic pulses penetrating the oblivion flooding your faculties from that unholy cosmic union now peeling away every layer keeping you distinct individualities during submersion into this event horizon state of indistinguishable polarities collapsed together.

Until finally resurfacing from that singularity after an eternity compressed into nanoseconds - though still deliriously consumed by the aftershocks rippling across your intertwined vessels smoldering in the embers of rapturous conflagration yet still ravenous for more extreme escalations eternally rebirthing from the expended remains!

Only the roaring crescendos from those frenzied supporters still filling the stadium slowly penetrated the vacuous void reverberating between you both savoring that suspended infinitesimal post-orgasmic bliss together.

You felt Michael's stern facade gradually reassemble while withdrawing from your interiors just fractionally enough to restore individuation-yet sense his alpha dominion expanding throughout your reconstituted synaptic matrices cementing his reign over your fused polarities once more.

Then with a subtle shift his smokey granite stare cleaved directly through the veil drawing your reawakened senses under that spellbinding trance spellbinding instantly.

A hushed imperious rasp now caressing your essence from that primal domain where all worldly laws bent to his sovereign decrees:

"Why don’t I reward you tonight, huh, meine liebe ?”

Just experiencing the infinitesimal microcosm of his supreme essence bleeding into your rematerialized corporeal vessel already whiplashed your senses through multiple clinical deaths and resurrections beyond this plane's dimensional limits.

His seismic vibrational frequencies triggered endorphin avalanches detonating every neurotransmitter into frenzied paroxysms anticipating the ineffable escalations still awaiting together...

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heckcareoxytwit · 3 months ago

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Julian Keller (a.k.a Krakoan, formerly known as Hellion) is about to be shipped to Graymalkin Prison when the prison truck is ripped open by Laura Kinney. Not only that Laura Kinney is ready to free Julian, she also has Kiden Nixon and Sophie Cuckoo as her back-up too. Sophie Cuckoo probes into Julian's mind to find out whether he was really brainwashed by Empath. However, before she could dig in deeper, Sophie was thrown out by Julian who telepathically yells at her to get out of his head. Sophie tells Laura that there was no sign of Empath brainwashing him, Julian had made his own choice in becoming a supervillain. Laura Kinney climbs into the truck to interrogate her former boyfriend with threats of cutting off his hands. Julian retorts that his role as Krakoan is also her fault for allowing him to turn rogue since their messy break-up from their relationship and with all the bad things that happened to him (even before the fall of Krakoa), he had a reason to be angry with the world especially when he is ignored and had no support from others. Laura and Julian spent a lot of time arguing and shouting at each other. However, even though he was doing some violent acts as Krakoan, it turned out that Julian did not kill any of those politicians, he actually hid them so that Empath and the other four Stepford Cuckoos would not find out about him. Laura is glad that Julian still has some hidden heroism in his heart and his role as Krakoan was just an act.

NYX v2 #8, 2025

#wednesday spoilers #Hellion #Krakoan #Julian Keller #All New Wolverine #X 23 #X23 #Laura Kinney #Sophie Cuckoo #Kiden Nixon #X Men #NYX #XMen #marvel

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inmymagnetoera · 1 year ago

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SO.

I decided to write a little fic for @xaviersjames because like, they comment and reblog on almost all my posts and oh my god?? AND THEY DO SUPPORT MY FICS?? OH MY GOD?? Anyway, I hope you like it! It's not very long and it's not one of my best works but it's something with Flirty!Erik and Frustrated!Charles so it MUST be good.

To all the people, I remind you that I accept requests to write fics!♡

Hope you like this!♡

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It's a date!

“Just so you know… this is not a date.” Charles said crossing his arms in front of his chest as he watched Erik order a bottle of red wine.

“And why should it be, my friend?” Erik asked giving the blonde waitress a brief smile, Charles snorted as the girl's ears turned red from his friend's action.

“We're here to recruit mutants, Erik. We could park our car outside and wait for the owner to come out. We didn't need to do… this.” He said looking around. it seemed like they had chosen the worst day to do this farce. The place was full of couples holding hands and looking at each other with sweet eyes full of affection.

“Our target has a mutation that allows him to turn everything he touches into wood, if we met him outside and he thought we could hurt him we would be in danger and I don't want to carry your wooden ass around if he did something." He said jokingly placing the napkin on his lap. For a man who had spent much of his life on the run, Erik sure knew how to act like a gentleman.

“Misters, do you want to order?” asked the blonde waitress who was standing a little too close to Erik for Charles' liking.

“Of course, I'll have the steak with vegetables.” Erik said handing the menu to the girl.

“And for your friend?” She asked, looking at Charles with a smile a little less broad than the one she had reserved for the metallokinetic.

“Oh, for me…”

“My boyfriend will get the chicken, thank you so much honey.” He said handing the other menu to the girl as well. The blonde had wide eyes and her mouth slightly open but nodded, hesitantly walking away from the table.

“What the hell do you think you're doing?!” Charles asked him in what was more like a hiss than a human voice.

“Oh c'mon, that was fun.” Erik said smiling with all his teeth. Charles sighed.

“Here is your food.” The blonde waitress hadn't brought their plates, in her place was a little boy with dark, curly hair. Charles felt strangely pleased that the girl had not returned.

“What do you think of the chicken, my love?” Erik asked while the boy was still next to them. Charles choked on his mouthful and drank some wine to recover.

"It's good."

“Stop it now!” He sent him telepathically

“Oh, I was sure of it, on the other hand I know how much you like chicken.” He winked at him and reached out to take Charles' hand in his.

Charles didn't know what to say anymore and continued eating, thinking of a plan to get revenge on Erik.

After dinner and after having tried in vain to convince the owner of the restaurant to join them, the two returned to their car.

“At least the food was good.” Erik said as he got into the driver's seat. Charles nodded and the two headed back towards the villa. The telepath smiled at the thought of what was about to happen.

“Erik, how could you hide this from me?!: Mystique ran down the stairs, practically throwing herself at Erik.

“Tell you… what?” Erik asked more confused than ever.

“You proposed to my brother without telling me, you bastard! You should have asked for my blessing!” Raven slapped his arm and continued to yell at him. Erik looked at Charles with frightened eyes.

“Oh yes, didn't I tell you, love? I may have told my little sister that you proposed to me, and she probably told it to all the other kids, so have fun explaining this to them.” He said walking past the two and heading towards his room.

“Charles, wait!” Erik said as Sean and Alex ran towards him for more information.

“Have fun with our students, dear. On the other hand, you will decide who will bring us the wedding rings on the big day.”

The scream that went up from all the kids, Erik included, and the “I'll do it!” Which mixed together, accompanied Charles' happy thoughts for a long time.

#cherik #erik lehnsherr #charles xavier #x men #fanfic #ao3 fanfic

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diam1nd · 29 days ago

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&& 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆.

the most notable family members in her life are her parents & her older brother. yes, emma has two sisters but were horribly mean ( adjacent to their parents ) and she doesn't mention them much. growing up in her household, albeit lavish, was an endless loop of ab*se dominantly by winston and supported by adrienne and cordelia. hazel, their mother, chose to allow her husband to run their family how he saw fit and did not help her children in any way. she watched her husband mistreat them in may ways, and coped via dr*g use to make up for the guilt.

emma was always close to her only brother, older than she. the only person he came out to was emma, whom he was always very protective of vice versa. being winston, he always had a way to uncover secrets, even if his children all bare telepathic abilities to a certain degree. christian was blackmailed and had a hand in the disappearance of his boyfriend, dep*rting to make sure he'd lose the one person the heart desired. emma was his only relief, falling into a deep depression that easily could of warranted medical attention, but was also deferred by winston and hazel. years later, winston did the very same to emma when he got a tip that his 'prize' star of a daughter had an inappropriate feelings with her high school teacher. leaving amicably, winston furthered the pressure in threatening both emma and ian; he disappeared as well, and after emma's outburst and nearly killing her entire school via psionic blasts, admitted emma grace to the essex clinic for "control of untamed mutant powers," but with knowledge that those who go to essex's clinic, almost never come out alive. one could correlate the experiments very similar to that of hydra and weapon x, but siphoned mutants dna to make clones in the doctors likeness. those who were failures in tests, were m*rdered. emma was prized for having two mutation genes. and her escaping with the help of erik and the brotherhood, set her on a new path to ruin her fathers life from then onward. emma's dna was cloned, however, & used for many 'offspring' counterparts with other mutants.

despite their differences and sabotaging each other throughout life, the frost sisters all were forced to dress nice when it came to being around their father. adrienne was an image of femininity, whereas cordelia was non-binary and preferred a masculine appearance. again, winston did not like that his daughter wasn't conforming to the norm, which also drove cordelia to dr*g use just like their mother. both girls saw an advantage in bullying emma as it appeased their father in a bizarre power flex. with christian's depression in losing his lover and father making it damn near impossible to contact them at all, cordelia had a hand in supplying their brother with dr*gs to cope. to this very day, she does not have any relationships with her sisters. emma never wanted to return back to the family house; not even for holidays. for years winston would try to make compelling offers for emma to take over the frost business, but would always refuse. never wanting to accept a single drop of money from a horrible man. emma, being by far the most beautiful of the sisters and most successful, always held the frost crown despite not wanting anything to do with it at all.

#x. connections of the mind. hcs.#/ if someone made a christian frost id dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee #/ this shit her and christian have gone thru aflja idk how she didnt kill their dad tbqh #/ if u wanted 2 kno why emma is a 'bitch' these people are the reason #/ abuse tw #/ trauma tw

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pluckyredhead · 1 year ago

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loved reading ur tom king tea so how abt ☕️ tom taylor

I think this post I reblogged a little while back said it really well, especially "He writes comics to go viral on Twitter."

My main problem with Taylor is that his writing is fluff with absolutely zero substance, and I feel like this has two major consequences. First, there's this weird disconnect between stakes, competence, and victory. All of his heroes are wildly incompetent, so he sets up these huge stakes and then has them resolved by other people, or dumb luck, or just...pretending the stakes don't exist? So now not only are the heroes incompetent, the story is unsatisfying because the victory doesn't feel earned - because his goal is a cutesy viral moment that gets passed around the internet out of context, not satisfying storytelling.

For a small example of this, there's that scene where Clark needs Bruce and Dick to help him find Jon, who is learning how to fly. I repeat: Clark, who has super speed, flight, X-ray and telescopic vision, AND CAN HEAR HIS LOVED ONES' HEARTBEATS, needs two regular fucking guys to somehow detective out the location of his own child. Clark is nerfed just to get a cute moment of Dick giving Jon a lollipop - and Taylor absolutely got what he wanted out of that, because those pages did go viral, no matter how little sense they made.

For a bigger example, there's the climax of the Blockbuster storyline in Nightwing, where Blockbuster discovers Dick's identity and Dick realizes that his entire life is about to be destroyed...and then someone else kills Blockbuster and solves Dick's problem for him, and he literally never thinks about it again. This is our hero triumphant? This is NOTHING! I literally stared at that comic with my mouth open. For real? For real for real???

You see this over and over again. In the most recent issue of Titans, it's revealed that Dick basically hypnotized himself into having a secret part of his brain he can only access via a code word because somehow that prevents Raven (a telepath) from reading his mind (why? UNCLEAR). He is explicitly inspired by what Bruce did with his Zur-en-Arrh personality. You know, the one who has been the main villain in Batman for over a year? Who has taken over Gotham and driven Bruce into hiding? Who will be a key factor in the upcoming Absolute Power event? That guy?

But it's okay that Dick did the exact same wildly unsafe thing, because Dick says in the comic "this will be fine" so it'll be fine. Why? He said so! It'll be fine!

Obviously most of the time superheroes do defeat the bad guy and it is fine (and even when it isn't, they come back to life), but in order for a story to have impact, we have to believe in the stakes. The hero needs to make an effort. There need to be consequences. Taylor's writing is devoid of all of that. When he gets to issue #6 of a given storyline, everything is just magically resolved. It makes his characters feel shallow and incompetent, and his stories feel meaningless.

More importantly, his politics are as shallow as his plotting. He injects liberal themes into his writing, but things are just magically resolved, and no one ever has to make a hard choice. Jon Kent occasionally scolds a mean person and then flies off to hold hands with his cardboard cutout of a boyfriend, and Taylor pats himself on the back for being History's Greatest Ally.

Meanwhile, he does absolutely nothing to support real people with marginalized identities. When Chuck Dixon when on a twitter spree sharing a homophobic photoshopped panel of Dick and Jon, Taylor was like "Oh that's actually photoshopped, but I love your work!" and then spent several tweets kissing Dixon's ass. Sucking up to a homophobe was more important to him than actually standing up for queer people, or even just...not saying anything. (Not saying anything is free!)

Now don't get me wrong, Taylor's mentions are deranged and people need to leave him alone about Babs not being in a wheelchair because it's obviously not up to him. But the way he acts like he is the world's greatest martyr to The Cause because of his milquetoast comics when over and over again he fails to support real, living people drives me nuts. (There are other examples, but I don't have the strength to unpack the Ed Piskor stuff right now.)

In conclusion: his writing is shallow, his politics are shallow, and I'm tired.

#comics

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I have some Stanman headcanons for you! Although, this is more going to be me just yapping about it. Lmao sorry. 🙈

1.) Stan is the only person Eric has ever had actual romantic feelings for. All other relationships he's been in have been transactional for him (i.e. what can he get out of this relationship?), but Stan is different. He GENUINELY cares about him and loves him.

2.) Stan would absolutely confess first, and when he does...OOHH BOY. Eric is in a state of pure shock. He doesn't believe it whatsoever, but it's HAPPENING. He's always felt as if Stan was something that was unobtainable. He always thought Stan was way out of his league (poor boy has low self esteem). My goodness, though, he is over the moon when he finally realizes that his love isn't one sided. 🫶

3.) The reason Eric hates Wendy so much is purely because of jealousy. He feels as if Wendy doesn't deserve Stan and doesn't treat him right. Arguably, it could be why he hates Kyle too. Lmao

4.) Eric has been in love with Stan since he remembers being able to feel that way, but Stan's feelings came a little later; shortly after moving to the farm. Eric was the only one who actively visited Stan, and it's a gesture that Stan grew to love him for. I mean, come on, Eric Cartman can force his mom to drive him to see Stan but Kyle, Stan's B.F.F., can't do the same?

The more time they spent alone together, the more Eric let down his walls, which allowed Stan to see a much softer side of his friend. They realized they had a lot more in common than they thought previously and they opened up to each other about things they've never talked about before. That trust and communication is what made Stan develop feelings.

5.) Eric LOVES to show off Stan. He's very proud of having such a beautiful boy on his arm 💕

6.) Eric is PROTECTIVE. If you make Stan cry or hurt him in any way, run. Lock your doors. Leave town.

7.) Shortly after going public together, people constantly asked Stan "why Cartman? What do you see in him?" It pisses him off and he gets defensive, which Eric finds hot af.

8.) This one is obvious. Stan is a bottom, Eric is a top. Lolol

9.) When Eric held Shelly's baby, it did something to Stan. He never thought he was capable of baby fever, but seeing his big scary boyfriend carefully hold a baby made him weak in the knees 🩵

10.) Stan and Eric both have inside jokes and it drives Kyle nuts. He hates it. Mainly because he can't tell if the jokes are at his expense or not (they're not) 😂 They're also scarily telepathic. They know what the other one is thinking and can finish each other's sentences.

Overall, their relationship is extremely healthy. They never fight or argue. The most they'll do is bicker, but it's all with smiles and laughs. Nobody ever believed their relationship would work, and many didn't understand why on Earth they would be together, but they proved everyone wrong. ❤️

I could go on and on about these two but I hope you like my ultra long Stanman babble 🫶

Ommggg 🙈🫶 This is so CUTE!! I'm going to respond to each one because our views of Stanman are so similar 🙈🤣

EDIT: wow, I wrote a ridiculous amount, so I put it below the read more 😳

I looooove this headcanon, and the show supports it! Eric shows SUCH a soft side for his Stan 🥺 I think that's the main thing that made me drift more from Kyman to Stanman. Like, the spice is good, but there needs to be a foundation of trust and support for that to work, and I see that happening more with Stan than with Kyle.

2. I love this too 🙈😍 Poor Eric longs for Stan for soooooo many years that he convinces himself it's never going to happen, and then one day BAM Stan hits him with the sweetest and most vulnerable love confession. Eric's just a mess after that 🥰 And pretty bad at missing the signs LOL.

3. Omg this actually got me to thinking about that episode where Wendy crushes on Cartman and Stan's in disbelief. Like, I wonder if that went on, maybe the jealousy would transfer from Cartman to Wendy. Like he realizes he's upset not because it's Wendy, but because someone else likes Eric 🙈🤭

4. I always headcanon as Kyle just going away some day because he feels like he has the most successful future ahead of him (not that Stan isn't smart, but he has a lot against him). I think even after the farm, as they're growing toward college and afterward - Stan would learn to see more connections to Cartman apart from Kyle. I also am 100% convinced Eric will mature and become a better person no matter what anyone says 😤

5. I LOVVVEE this. 🥰 One of my favorite tropes tbh, someone obsessed with the other's beauty. I kinda want a whole fic like this where he just shows Stan off ��🙈 Stan would be shy about it though.

6. You do NOT want to be on Eric's bad side. The person who hurts Stan will have a creative death for sure LOL. The only thing that would hold him back, I think, is Stan not wanting to make a scene. (Gonna admit too I'm just obsessed with chronic crying Stan lol)

7. Yesss! 🙌 Even so many fanfic readers kind of LOL at the idea of one of the other characters choosing Cartman, but like ... the guy is super talented and intelligent and just needs time to work through his issues to become better? Stan will help him do that.

8. There is literally NO argument here 🙈🔥 I couldn't write them switched because I can't imagine it ANY other way.

9. I never even thought of this, but that is SO cute 🥺 I can see Stan adding and adding animals to their family until one day Eric is like, "Uhh, are you trying to send me a message here?" 🍼 (I actually think Eric could be a great dad one day. Like anyone who messes with his kid will die 1,000 deaths. He's a good dad in Post Covid!)

10. I think Kyle would be jealous at first 🤣 He's like "how the hell did this happen??" But he does love his friends, so he'll come around and be happy for them later on, just always a little judgmental.

I just typed FOREVER LOL! 🥰🤭🙈 This was a lot of fun to read, so thank you!! I love receiving asks like this, so anyone always feel welcome🥰

As I was typing the tags, I accidentally wrote "Stan Cartman" 🥺💜

#stanman #thanks for the ask!#south park #stan marsh #eric cartman

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maryhadalittlehobby · 11 months ago

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Interview with the Vampire S2E7- Liveblog

I could not prevent it

Why are Claudia and Louis not communicating telepathically. He is screaming out to her not even knowing if she is around. He even says he he didnt know if she was alive but surely telepathically would be better but I guess he is panicking

I love the mutual respect Daniel and Louis have built. Louis says I am talking now and Daniel shuts the hell up. AND APOLOGIZES

God Santiago and his blue eyes shadow are SERVING (looks and injustice!)

Louis says the vampires 'used their collective powers to disorient their minds, their hearing(jaws compressing the skull)' him and Claudia when they tried to speak out. The shaky camera was cool this first time

Claudia looks ok after coming out the rat box is lol, Louis looked more f-ed up

God Madeline is out of it! Sis is on a different planet. What did Santiago do to her?

When I saw their tendons cut in the trailer I started crying, I just knew we were in for it but the trail as a whole wasn't as bloody as I thought it would be

This swelling music introducing Lestat was beautiful. Can't lie it had me smiling

Walk walk fashion baby

Claudia's withering look and Louis look of pain. My heart

That first look that Lestat gives its almost like a marionette very unnatural

He is looking SNATCHED in that pinstripe suit. But also lets talk about the pinstripe because we know LAST season the costume designer said they used stripes when the characters felt imprisoned

Louis face when Lestat says its a story of LOVE. Lestats wet eyes god these two

The Vampire Sam blocking Armands exit. Armands?! Sam?!? If it were Celeste or any of the others we have seen more ferocious or active in the coven anyone might have bought it but SAM lol

Armand told Louis he was held captive and his punishment was to watch ok Jan

I LOVE the animations. Lestat doing a entrechat six into the dirt (that ballet knowledge coming in handy!)

He slept for 100 years saying his only sustenance the ancient blood already inside him. AKASHA??

ugh the look of disdain Lestat gives Santiago for being forced to play long/recite these lines

Be precise in your declarations advocate🤝🏾 we should get ever y detail right

Louis favorite cuss is definitely Fuck lol

I love the irrdecent glint they have added to vampires eyes this season

Eglee scouting her next boyfriend like-oh you put your fist through a skull. Thats hot

Lestat putting bigots in their place. oh no when the worst person alive says something you agree with meme

Claudia standing up for Louis during the trail<3. Yelling at Santiago earlier to stop hurting him, yelling at the crowd for laughing at him. This girl loved her dad ok.

'Louis was deceptively agile with words" AND?! I support him. I said you start it, Louis is gonna end it. Someone on here said you go low and Louis goes straight to hell and its true! Don't play with him and you wont get your feeling hurt. PERIOD

I loved the vampoire lonliness bit but I hated that CGI tear

Not Santiago doing Claudias accent rearding from her diary. lol BITCH

"You do not know this girl!."She is a stranger and Louis knows how turning a stranger feels like now

The over acting! "THE GREAT LAWS FORBID IT" So clear he was trying to paint himself in a great light but we can be relatively certain that lestat did not say this since both Claudia and Louis repeat that Lestat didn't tell them anything regarding laws or even other vampires existence. There would have been more questions if he did

I DO believed he warned him but not to the extent we see and I'm sure Louis didn't bargin himself like that. How could be?

She asked if I was an Angel.Me? oh my poor Saint Louis

Look at her our beautiful little daughter as he drags her half dead body on the floor. ugh??

What is this look that Armand is giving Louis when he says thats how it happened but I didn't think it at the time. I don't trust him at all. IS THAT HOW IT HAPPENED OR IS IT HOW ARMAND WANTS YOU TO THINK IT HAPPENED TO COMPOUND YOUR GUILT ABOUT HER TURNING?

I hate this?! is it all lies??

Holy crap DREAMSTAT!?

Louis slightly shakes his head in agreement when Lestat at first we just slammed each other around the town house. Seven years of compromise, denail it all gave way...The reached a tipping point they drove each other crazy. I can see it happening like Lestat decribes maybe not over the top villain vibes but definitely getting ugly like that. And like someone mentioned in the short chat I was in earlier- Louis is capable of making good on those threats. Look what happened with the alderman, the guy in the cruising park.

I can't believe the fall was not explained away or a mistaken memory like i thought and was absolutely not worthy of forgiveness...but i guess maybe in a fucked up way Louis thought it was penance for withholding admittance of his love even as Lestat begged him in the sky

The apolgy was a little melodramatic and had me thinking it might be in the script but Daniel said it was not on the page, Maybe Sam couldn't rein it in at that moment lol

How fucking sad Claudia's trail isn't even about her. The talks to both Louis and Lestat at multiple points and they don't or barely acknowledge her. Truly a pawn in their fucked up romance

Lestat looked physically sick when Claudia and Louis were pleading to him. You gonna accept my apology. Is this your big revenge. If he could I think he would have stopped it but I think the vamps were controlling him in a way( like they were doing with Claudia and Louis OR its the Sophies choice everyone is quoting. Its Louis or Claudia and he is choosing Louis

Mr I could not prevent it looking around the trail crowd pleased curiosity

I am so happy to proven wrong and Madeline choose Claudia.I was thinking that it might be another bombshell it would be revealed that she was only interested in vampirism. Finally she is 1st

Madeline flipping off the jury. Good girl

Claudia cursing the audience in her final moments on earth. yes girl!

I feel like the look shared between Claudia and Lestat right after was you liked that and his response look was that was quite good.

Oh how I hoped Lestat would at least try to save her..break script again but he almost looks immobilzed-again the vamps?

Claudia's death was horrid with better effects that Louis burn away earlier in the season.Ugh

How fuckin disrespectful they leave their ashes on stage like that. THEY HAVE TO SCATTER THEM!

Wow I can't believe I survived episode 7 with out crying. Definitely some close calls but I didn't.It was unexpectedly funny and Claudia going out like a G! helped a lot. Amazing episode.

#liveblogging the vamps #amc iwtv #liveblogging #iwtv liveblog #on iwtv #episode reaction #amc iwtv liveblog #amc iwtv spoilers #iwtv s2e7 spoilers

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demigods-posts · 4 months ago

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@aficionadoenthusiast i'm fucking crying lmao!!! imagine:

the rest of the seven learning that percy and grover have an empathy link and can communicate telepathically. which is not only extremely rare in the demigod world. but it literally means their survival are tied to one another like a lifeline.

and then they start to seriously wonder the status of percy and grover's relationship. but no one wants to openly ask percy in case they're wrong. so instead, the conversation is just:

the rest of the seven: wow grover's really important to you 👀👀

percy, like he lost his husband in the war: yeah he was the best i miss him so much 😔😔

the rest of the seven:

and it doesn't help that annabeth routinely jokes about feeling like a third wheel during their weekly iris messeges. and percy just blushes and goes on with his day like getting teased about loving grover so deeply is a regular occurence

so from this point forward. everyone is fully convinced that percy and grover are at the very least in a serious and comitted relationship. and annabeth is the comepletely unbothered and supportive girlfriend who's very happy for her boyfriend's boyfriend

as an insufferable celestial trio stan, here are all the ways grover could have been incorporated in heroes of olympus (because oh boy, i have THOUGHT about it):

a small dialogue right after the stables scene where percy and annabeth are red in the face that 'grover wouldn't have grounded us' 'i miss grover'

anytime percy has some internal conflict monologue thing? boom! just add in a dream conversation with grover where he talks about it! let grover ask why he feels a panic attack coming from percy after tartarus! let percy try to justify it and fail miserably! let grover feel horrible for not being there in person!

a reunion. i assumed that it was basic common sense to include a reunion but i guess rick just decided to forget grover at the end of blood of olympus. but yeah. crying, hugging, cheering!! we deserve it!!

"piper walked into annabeth's room. it was simply decorated, with a plant garden on the windowsill that annabeth said helped connect her to one of her friends back home, which piper didn't understand" see my vision??

for example if some monster shows up let percy and annabeth storm out of a room like "EXCUSE ME WE WERE BUSY IM-ING GROVER WHAT'S GOING ON??"

#this headcanon is purely just for shits and giggles #but i just thought this was the funniest thing lmao

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elegantwizardtree · 4 years ago

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no, but like imagine Erik and the x-men finding their way into the mcu universe because they somehow managed to pin Peter's location to there, and like it's way after the events in Westview. Peter's been on his own for awhile, kind of like hoping around, maybe he stayed with some of the remaining Avenger's, he definitely met Thor, tried lifting the hammer, nearly broke his nose falling down after his attempt at a grab and run had failed. He helped Peter Parker hide while the kids was on the run, made sure he was okay, and like, had someone outside of that weird shield organization he could trust. Met the Hulk, dude was weird, but he guesses he's cool, the guy is green.

Anyways, he's somewhere, and his dad and team are searching for him, Erik not so calmly looking through every city they stop at to find his son, one of which had a tendency of giving the man a heart attack. Like, have you seen his track record, kid broke his own dad out of a high security plastic prison, punched a god, got leg broken by said god, and got yeeted by a former friend into a coma. So yeah, Erik maybe going on a panic spree, possibly bending and twisting anything metallic in his way while the x-men (mainly charles) try to calm him down, as they have taken to notice that there aren't very many, or any for that matter, any mutants in the universe that they happen to be searching.

So, maybe Peter manages to find his way back to Wanda, either it to see if she can send him back home, or to be there to help her out because even though he doesn't really know her, he does have her actual twins memories and he did spend time with her (yes he may have been under mind control, but he still grew to care for her) because she was alone. Wanda had had everything and everyone she cared about taken away from her, and he didn't want her to spend anymore time to herself, and that's how the others find him. His in a cabin, with a strange woman he just so happened to call his sister as soon as the team showed up, now everyone is confused and Erik looks as if his minutes from crying because a) he's found his son and he can properly hug the kid and tell him how much he missed his loud antics and b) he's possibly got a daughter that not even Peter told him about.

#wandavision #xmen movies #erik lehnsherr #magneto #dadneto #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #peter maximoff #quicksilver #possible cherik #idk man #i just really like dadneto and we were robbed of that #like #why cant we have over protective metalmaniac dad #and his supportive telepath boyfriend

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taeyongdoyoung · 2 years ago

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pairing: seungmin x gn!reader

side couple: OC daisy x minho

genre: strangers to academic rivals to platonic soulmates

author’s note: this is a special gift for my golden rejiever @serizawasan i sincerely hope they like it because i put my soul into it 🥺

word count: 5.7k

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It was a rainy summer night when you met Kim Seungmin. Your friend Daisy wanted to support her boyfriend's band at some bar and she had dragged you with her against your will. Only you hadn't expected to enjoy the experience so much. Whenever the weather was rainy, you were generally the type to opt for staying inside, reading a book with a cup of coffee in your hand. You didn't like huge crowds or talking to strangers, they made you anxious. But this was different. The bar wasn't too big and you were together with Daisy, so it wasn't that bad. And her boyfriend's band was pretty good, actually. Especially the guitarist. There was something about him that captivated you. It was as if he was pouring all his emotions into the song. Just playing an instrument wasn't enough. He had something special. You didn't know him and yet, you could instinctively tell there was a hidden lonelines about him. You could relate to that. Even when you were surrounded by people, you felt...alone. Something about the handsome stranger's eyes told you that he was just like you.

After the band's performance was over, your friend Daisy hurried to congratulate her boyfriend.

"You were great, babe! As always," she exclaimed and kissed his cheek.

"I know," Minho responded with a smirk. "I see you brought your friend," he pointed out, tilting his head in your direction.

"Yeah, this is Y/N. I've told you about them!"

"Nice to finally meet you," Minho shook your hand. "Did you enjoy our performance?"

"Yeah, it was alright," you murmured and mentally slapped forehead. Alright was an understatement. They were super good! Especially the guitarist.

Minho chuckled as if he could see right through you. Maybe he could. You remembered Daisy once mentioning you had the same zodiac sign as her boyfriend. What if there was some telepathical connection between Scorpios?

"Alright, well, me and the guys are gonna get some drinks. You want anything?"

You shook your head, while Daisy asked for a strawberry margarita. With Minho out of earshot, she immediately asked:

"Why didn't you order a drink? You're gonna need one if you wanna talk to the guitarist."

"I hate you for being so perceptive," you rolled your eyes.

"You love me," Daisy stuck her tongue out at you. "His name is Kim Seungmin, in case you're interested. I could introduce you."

"I'm not interested," you denied. "And even if I was, how am I supposed to even talk to him? You know how awkward I get around strangers."

"Well, technically, he's not a stranger," Daisy pointed out. "He's my boyfriend's friend...so that makes him a friend of a friend?"

"Minho is not my friend," you replied.

"Ouch," Daisy placed a hand on her heart, feigning offence. "Anyways, the offer still stands."

"Thanks, but I'll pass."

Daisy shrugged, about to let it go, when Minho that damned menace had to waltz in and ruin your solitude.

"Brought you your drink," he told Daisy. "And also brought Seungmin."

"Hi," Seungmin greeted shyly.

Oh, no. Why was his voice as pretty as him?

"You know my girlfriend Daisy," Minho said. "And this is her friend Y/N," you were introduced before you could argue against it.

"Lovely to meet you," he shook your hand, his grip firm and yet gentle, for some reason making you wish you could hold his hand forever. "What did you think of our performance?"

"You were pretty amazing. I mean, it...the performance...I mean..." Gosh, you wanted the earth to swallow you whole.

"Huh," Minho eyed you suspiciously. "A few moments ago, they said it was just alright," he quoted you.

That traitor.

"Shh," Daisy pressed her palm against her boyfriend's mouth and pulled him to the side, attempting to give you and Seungmin some privacy to get to know each other. Your adored your friend but this was a terrible idea.

"Thanks, uhm...I'm glad you had fun," Seungmin mumbled, scratching the back of his head.

"It was like...when you were performing, you conveyed all of your emotions and they poured out of you, captivating everyone. Music is not as easy as just learning how to play. Not that playing an instrument is easy. It totally isn't. I mean...there's much more to it. You managed to express all this tenderness and yearning and...loneliness. It was absolutely brilliant and I couldn't keep my eyes off you. Sorry if this got...too personal. I don't usually share that much with strangers."

Seungmin stared at you puppy-eyed, completely awestruck by what you'd just told him.

"Don't apologize. This is the most profound feedback I've ever received about my music. I appreciate it. Truly."

You nodded, not sure what to say next. Unfortunately, Seungmin took your silence for lack of interest in getting to know him better.

"Right, erm, I'll get going. I'm pretty tired and..."

"You don't have to explain yourself to me," you responded coldly. Damnit, you hoped you hadn't come off as rude. You just...had difficulties maintaing a normal conversation. You couldn't do small talk. You either lapsed into a monologue that was way too deep for a first meeting or into silence.

"Right," he said again. "I hope you come to more of our gigs. See you around."

"See ya."

You didn't come to any of the band's performances despite your friend begging you multiple times.

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You hadn't expected to run into Seungmin ever again. But fate seemed to have other plans. With the arrival of the first cold winds of autumn, it was time for university to start. And you were beyond surprised to find him in your class. You wondered if he remembered you. Some part of you hoped he didn't, you didn't want to recall how vulnerable you'd been that night. A hidden part of you hoped he did, that you'd left a kind of trace, small as it was, in his mind. Because you hadn't been able to forget him, no matter how much you tried to focus on other things.

He didn't approach you the first couple of weeks. And neither did you. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe all was forgotten. But then, you started noticing something that rubbed you the wrong way. Despite both you and Seungmin having the highest grades in your class, the professors treated him differently than you. They were so nice to him, constantly praising him for his hard work. That was so unfair! You were sacrificing your sleep, your mental health and your social life in order to be perfect. But the professors didn't seem to notice you. They were always talking about Seungmin. Especially Mr. Kim. You wondered if they were related, having the same surname and all that.

"They became so buddy-buddy in the span of weeks!" you complained to Daisy over the phone one evening.

"In what sense?" she wanted to know more.

"I overheard Seungmin calling Mr. Kim by his first name Namjoon!" you groaned. "I wish that was me."

"Alexa play Daddy Issues by The Neighbourhood," Daisy giggled.

"Shut uuup. Whose side are you on?"

"Yours, angel. Always. If you want me to murder Seungmin for you, I will. Want me to hide a body? I've already dug the grave."

"You're terrible," you sighed loudly.

"I love you, too," Daisy chuckled. "Try to get some sleep, yeah? You have a morning class tomorrow, right?"

"Ugh, don't remind me. I'll have to see Seungmin's face again. I'll need at least three coffees to get me through the day."

"Take care of yourself, sweetie."

"Good night, Daisy," you murmured and hung up.

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The next day was a day from hell. First, you'd overslept and were 10 minutes late for your class, which made you feel like shit. You hated the judgemental look professors had on their faces whenever a student walked inside the lecture hall, filled with half-asleep students who had miraculously gotten there on time. Ugh. Then, you had to wait in a ridiculously long queue during your break because you couldn't possibly function without the daily dose of caffeine. To top it all, during your final class for the day you found out you had to work in a group project. With none other than Kim Seungmin. Great.

You groaned loud enough for the entire room to hear you. Oh, shit.

"What's up with you lately?" Seungmin confronted you after the class.

"What do you mean?" you raised your eyebrows.

"I mean, back in the summer, you were so nice to me about my music. And now that we're in the same class, you glare at me like I stole your lunch money. What did I ever do to you?"

"None of your business," you snapped at him without meaning to.

"It's going to be my business if we're to work together on this project. Don't make this more difficult, darling."

"I'm not your darling," you hissed. Despite your first impression of him being rather positive, the more he talked, the more you wanted to shut him up. Also, why on earth did the professors prefer him over you? You were twice as hard-working and much nicer...to those who deserved it, anyways.

"Fine, whatever," Seungmin lifted his arms in frustration. "Meet you tomorrow after class at Starbucks."

"What?" you blinked in shock.

"To work on the project, dumbass," Seungmin grinned.

"Don't call me that."

"Did you think I was asking you out?" he teased. "In your dreams."

"Everything about you is a nightmare," you groaned.

"Don't be late, darling," Seungmin warned. "Unless you want to fall behind on this course."

You were indeed in danger of falling. But not in an academic sense.

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The following day was way better. You got to class on time and you were feeling more energized. Of course, it wasn't entirely helpful that you had to listen to your favourite professor Mr. Kim constantly praise Seungmin for his incredible work on the recent assignment and his outstaning class participation. You were sick of it. You were giving your best and no one cared.

"You should cut down on coffee," Seungmin commented after seeing you get what appeared to be the third cup for the day at Starbucks.

"You should keep your nose out of it," you replied, while purposefully maintaining eye contact while sipping your drink. This was so unlike you. During your first meeting with Seungmin, you'd been so nervous and awkward. Now that he was your academic rival, you were behaving like a totally different person. You didn't know why.

"I'm just worried about you," he shrugged.

"Why?" you were surprised by his sincerity.

"Because if you get sick, who'll help me finish this group project?" Seungmin joked.

"As if you need my help," you bit on your tongue a second too late. The words were already out.

"So, this is what it's about."

You didn't want to give him the satisfaction but he had already gotten close enough to the truth.

"Yes. I'm exhausted of busting my ass for nothing. The professors always prefer you. I'm sick of it, alright? I just want someone to tell me I'm doing a good job for once! All of my efforts go unnoticed."

"They don't go unnoticed."

"Yeah? Name one person who-"

"I notice."

You didn't know how to react. On the one hand, you were touched by his words. But on the other hand, you were still too frustrated to let him win.

"Yeah, well, you're not Mr. Kim," you blurted out.

"I could be whatever you wish to call me," Seungmin responded with a wink.

"Ew, gross," you grimaced. "Let's work on the project."

But the stupid tall boy seemed to have another idea.

"I notice," he repeated gently. "The way you bite your lips when you're really focused on something. The way you always have an extra pen or two in case someone in our class would need it. The way your notes are so tidy and how you highlight the important stuff. The way the left side of your kanken backpack is slightly torn but you don't want to throw it away because it's served you well for so long. The way you carry a little golden retriever keychain, hanging onto the belt loop of your jeans. The way your eyes light up when you are passionate about the topic you're speaking of. The way your smile is brighter than the stars and your pupils sparkle, made up of constellations. The way you don't want me to stop talking to you even if you pretend to dislike it. Trust me, I notice."

You gulped on nothing, unable to form a coherent sentence. This was the most beautiful thing anyone's ever said to you. And no words you could come up with appeared to be an adequate response.

"W-why are you telling me all this?" you sniffled. You hoped he didn't catch that.

"Because you deserve to hear it," Seungmin said laconically. Simple as that. "Okay, time to get started on this project."

You didn't press him further. But you were afraid by the time you were done with this project, sleep wouldn't be the only thing you'd lose.

"He's so annoying!" you exclaimed to your friend Daisy as you two were browsing through the shelves at the university library.

"If he annoys you so much, why don't you just ignore him?" Daisy pointed out.

"I can't. We have this project..."

"We're here now, it should be a welcome distraction. For someone you claim to dislike so much, you sure talk about him an awful lot."

You avoided her eyes, neither denying it nor confirming it.

"Oh my God. You like him!"

"He is the bane of my existence. The darkness himself. The worst thing about university."

"He's a human-sized puppy," Daisy chuckled, nudging your shoulder. "Admit it."

"Never," you were adamant.

"You'll eat your words one of these days."

"The only things I'll be eating are chicken nuggets."

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Despite your initial reservations, the more time you spent around Seungmin, working on this project, the more you realized how nice he was, how easy it was to talk to him about anything, really, not just discussing your academic work. You had a gradual change of heart but something else changed, as well. You noticed that more and more of the professors started acknowledging your hard work and praising you for it. At first, you took it for granted and just thought maybe your valiant efforts were finally starting to pay off. But when Mr. Kim (who never complimented anyone besides Seungmin) said you did a good job on your most recent assignment, you just felt something was wrong. Not that you weren't enjoying the attention, you totally were. But it was so sudden it appeared suspicious. After your class, you were supposed to meet Seungmin to work on the final elements of the project.

"Did you ask the professors to praise me every once in a while?" you confronted him instead of greeting him.

"Noo," Seungmin replied but he avoided your glare. He was a terrible liar.

"Just tell me the truth!" you groaned, exasperated by everything associated with Kim Seungmin.

"I thought it'd make you happy," he attempted to justify your actions. "I thought you'd no longer see me as a threat if-"

"Seungmin!" you exclaimed angrily. "I want them to praise me because I'm actually doing a good job, not because you bribed them into it!"

"I didn't bribe them!" Seungmin responded. "Just told them I think it's unfair they only pay attention to me when you're studying just as hard. I'm sorry, I know it was morally wrong to do that but...I didn't think you'd figure it out so quickly."

"That's right. For all your high grades, you never think, do you?" you sighed.

"I'm an F, of course I don't think," Seungmin tried to alleviate the tension at the café.

"Not the right time for jokes, Kim," you hissed at him.

"Look, I'm really sorry. How can I make it up to you? I can buy you coffee for the rest of the academic year or bring you homemade brownies that my roommate Felix keeps making."

"As tempting as these offers sound, I don't want you to exploit your poor roommate. Besides, I have something else in mind."

"Anything!" Seungmin promised immediately.

"I hate speaking in front of an audience. I know we worked on it together but...I would realy appreciate it if you presented."

"Done, done, I'm on it!" he agreed rightaway. "I promise I won't let you down."

"Thanks," you nodded, feeling a little better. You had been so nervous about next week but knowing Seungmin would present was such a relief. Wait, why were you thanking him? He owed you one for the stunt he'd pulled. "I mean, cool."

"Right," Seungmin chuckled. "So, let's finish this thing."

"Can't wait," you lied. You had to admit to yourself, you would miss talking to Seungmin so often. Accidentally brushing your hand against his pretty long fingers while writing, seeing his stunning smile, listening to his velvety voice, smelling his captivating perfume...He smelled like autumn and midnight rain, like the fur of a baby golden retriever after hopping in puddles for too long. His smiles were sunshine-personified and filled with so much warmth you felt you would burn if you got too close. His voice was like the most bittersweet melody you'd ever heard. His fingers were delicate, like an anguished writer's or a lonesome piano player. Wait, what was wrong with you? Since when had you remembered each detail about him? You were grateful Seungmin couldn't read minds or else this would have been very embarrassing.

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The next week arrived sooner than expected. As did the day of the presentation. You were quite relaxed before the class since Seungmin had promised he'd talk but you'd still decided to go through the main points and conclusions you'd drawn while preparing the project. Later, you would be grateful to yourself for doing so. The class began and Seungmin was nowhere to be seen. You messaged him a couple of times but there was no response. Luckily, the other groups would present first so you were still hopeful Seungmin would show up, albeit rather late. You were starting to panic when your turn arrived. Still no Seungmin.

"Y/N, the floor is yours," the professor said.

"Seungmin was supposed to present," you mumbled anxiously.

"That's not an excuse. Either do it yourself or you'll both get failed for this course," the professor said.

You had no choice but to go through with it. Your hands were shaking and you felt your heart thumping loudly in your chest. You tried to ease your breathing and focus to the best of your abilities. You felt as if the entire world was on the verge of collapsing on top of you. Everything was too much. You somehow managed to convey the most important ideas you'd developed in the project. You went through the presentation slides and explained some of the information on there.

At the end of the presentation, the professor seemed pleased enough by your performance to give you the highest grade possible and grant you with a reassuring smile. But you felt no satisfaction. You knew you had forgotten some of the facts in the project. But that wasn't what troubled you the most. Seungmin had let you down. He'd promised he would do this one thing you asked him to. And he hadn't even bothered to show up. You felt deeply disappointed. You knew you shouldn't have gotten your hopes up. But it still hurt. You needed to talk to someone. As soon as class ended, you messaged your friend on your way home.

You: I'm so upset

Daisy: What happened? Who do I have to kill?

You: Seungmin 🔪

Daisy: My boyfriend won't be very happy about that but anything for my favourite bee 💜

You: I knew I could count on you but actually I'm not texting to discuss murder plans. Can you ask Minho to send me Seungmin's location?

Daisy: Uh oh, you want to kill the giant puppy yourself?

You: I'm just gonna talk to him 🙂

Daisy: Why is the smiley face more concerning? But dw, I'll ask Minho

Five minutes later, you received a text from Daisy's boyfriend with Seungmin's coordinates.

Minho: Try not to kill my ex 🙄

You: WAIT SEUNGMIN IS YOUR EX?!?!

Minho: Why are you so surprised? Didn't Daisy tell you?

You: She probably thought it wasn't her secret do divulge...

As much as you were shocked, you knew your friend always had your best interest at heart so you couldn't exactly blame her.

Minho: It wasn't exactly a secret, I thought you knew. I mean, it wasn't a bad break-up so I didn't even bother deleting our old photos.

You: Sorry, I don't have the habit of stalking your social media

Minho: Your loss. My posts are outstanding. And my followership is huge.

You: So is your ego 🙂

Minho: Ouch 💔 I give you my ex's address for whatever reason you need it and this is all the thanks I get?

You: Thanks. Bye!

You closed the chat with Minho and walked towards Seungmin's home. It was nearby and you couldn't wait until you got there so that you could kick his ass for leaving you to present all by yourself.

Once you'd arrived at the door, you knocked angrily. You were greeted by a golden-haired boy with freckles whom you'd never seen before. You put two and two together.

"You must be Felix," you smiled. "I'm Seungmin's partner for this project at our university."

"Yeah, um, hi," Felix replied.

"I'm here to see Seungmin. Is he inside?"

"He is but now is not a good time."

"Not a good time? That asshole promised he would present our project and he didn't even-"

"He's really sick," Felix explained. "Like, high fever, excessive coughing, runny nose level of sick."

"Did he make you cover for him?" you were distrustful.

"No!" Felix was shocked. "If you don't believe me, you're free to walk inside and see for yourself."

You didn't wait to be asked twice as you made yourself at home. Felix showed you the way to Seungmin's room. When you saw him lying on his bed, curled up in fetal position, used tissues lying on the floor, his hair glistening with sweat, all your anger dissipated into thin air. You immediately felt bad for assuming the worst of him, when the reality was he had been struggling, as well. Just in a different way. You debated leaving because you thought he was asleep, but apparently, you'd been mistaken.

"You can stay if you want," Seungmin mumbled weakly.

"Seungmin, I'm so-"

"I'm sorry I couldn't present," he beat you to it. You had meant to apologize for showing up uninvited but Seungmin, as usual, was one step ahead of you.

"It's okay," you whispered.

"Did the presentation go well?" Seungmin wanted to know.

"You look like shit and you're worried about the presentation?" you were in disbelief.

"Thanks," Seungmin chuckled humourlessly.

"I didn't mean it like that. Can I get you something? I've heard soup or fruits help."

"I appreciate it but Felix already gave me those. You should go if you don't want to catch anything."

"A few moments ago you told me to stay," you were confused by all the mixed signals. Did Seungmin want you gone or not?

"I mean...it's really nice that you're here but I wouldn't wish such a bad flu on my worst enemy."

"Am I your worst enemy, then?" you teased.

"Not even close," Seungmin shook his head.

"I used to think you were mine," you confessed reluctantly.

"And now?"

"Now I'm not so sure anymore," you were tearing up. You didn't even know why. When had Seungmin started to mean so much for you?

"I'm the one down with the flu and yet you're the one who seems to need comforting more," Seungmin observed.

"I don't," you denied the truth. "I'm strong enough to handle everything myself."

"That's the thing. You don't need to. Everything you've been keeping...you can let it out. I'm right here."

You didn't realize what got into you as you rushed into his arms without thinking, burying your head into his chest. Once the tears started falling, there was no way to stop them.

"I'm so exhausted, Seungmin. Of always trying to be perfect. Of always doing my best and my best never being good enough to satisfy everyone. I'm so sick of it. I just want to exist comfortably as a human being without having to constantly prove myself. Is this too much to ask for?"

"It's not, darling," Seungmin held you tightly. "And you're wrong. You are more than enough. You don't have to be perfect, it's okay if you mess up every once in a while. And if anyone tells you otherwise, they're a fool. I'm so proud of you, alright? I'm sure you did an amazing job on the presentation and though I feel guilty for not being there for you, I am now. And will continue to be for as long as you'll have me."

"I told you not to call me darling," you said seriously but you weren't even angry. You'd needed to hear this so much. You hadn't even known how badly.

"Yeah, well, try to stop me, darling," Seungmin chuckled and kissed your forehead quickly, taking you by surprise.

"You're such an ass," you groaned but your words carried no venom. However, you couldn't wipe your grin off your face. You'd come here to yell at Seungmin and you'd ended up feeling like he understood you better than anyone. So much for him being the bane of your existence. Daisy would never let you hear the end of it once she found out. "Speaking of asses, why didn't you tell me Minho was your ex?"

"Didn't think it was relevant to our project," Seungmin shrugged.

"It's not but considering he's currently dating my friend Daisy, I think I ought to know more. Why did you two break up anyway?"

"We wanted different things. Our separation was amiable and by mutual consent."

"You make it sound like it was a divorce," you couldn't help but laugh. "Can't you be a little more specific?"

"It's...a sensitive topic."

"Come on, I had a whole breakdown in front of you. I think we're past that."

Seungmin sighed reluctantly but started talking anyway.

"As you've probably figured out already, Minho and Daisy are very...sexual beings. Not that it's a bad thing! It's just...not my thing."

"Oh," you knew exactly what Seungmin meant.

"Like...when I see a person that appears interesting, my wish is to get to know them on an emotional and intellectual level. Minho can't go one day without touching butts, which...good for him, I guess, but I never saw the appeal of it. I think him and Daisy work together so much better than I ever did with him. I'm just wired differently. I don't know if this makes sense..."

"It makes perfect sense!" you exclaimed. "This will probably sound weird but when I met you in the summer, I felt like you were similar to me in that regard, like you can "get" me. But then, you left so abruptly and I figured it was all in my imagination."

"I left because I thought I was making you feel uncomfortable!" Seungmin admitted.

"You weren't! I mean...I'm always awkward like that, in case you haven't noticed."

"Now I know (insert Doyoung meme). And it wasn't."

"Wasn't what?"

"Wasn't just your imagination. I also felt that way when you said that thing about the yearning and the loneliness. You have no idea how happy I was when I saw you in my class. And how sad I was when you were ignoring me."

"I thought you didn't even remember me," you laughed.

"You're pretty difficult to forget," Seungmin replied but your conversation was cut short by a strong coughing fit coming from him.

"Right, I should probably leave you to...um, recover. Sorry for outstaying my welcome or whatever," you mumbled nervously.

"You're always welcome," Seungmin but his usually velvety voice was now too quiet to hear.

"Still, I'll get going. I hope you feel better soon."

He grabbed your wrist before you could get up from the bed.

"We'll resume this conversation once I'm back to university, yes?"

"Yeah, of course," you agreed rightaway, even though you weren't sure what more there was to say. All you knew was that you didn't want to stop talking to Seungmin. Even with the project over, Seungmin's presence in your life had become a constant you couldn't imagine losing.

The next day you received a message from him while you were in class.

Seungmin: I miss you 🥺

You weren't ready to admit that to him yet but you missed him, too. Instead, you changed the subject.

You: Do you fell better?

Seungmin: Not really but I'm sure talking to you will help

You: As much as I'd like to help, I still have to take notes

Seungmin: Nerd. You're just like me frr

That made you chuckle but then you remembered where you were and pressed your hand against your mouth.

You: I can send you photos of my notes if you want. Ttyl

Seungmin: Much appreciated. The offer for me buying you coffee still stands

You didn't see his message until after your classes ended but you decided to tease him, albeit with a delay.

You: Are you asking me out?

Seungmin: Maybe I am (insert Levi quote)

You: I don't do romance

Seungmin: Who said anything about romance?

You: I'm super confused right now

Seungmin: I'll try to explain when we meet up in person

You sighed, because you couldn't wait until Seungmin was back. Stupid flu. And yet, if it wasn't for it, maybe you wouldn't have been bold enough to show up at his place. Maybe both of you wouldn't have been in the right mindset to share the things you did with each other. Or maybe you would. But in a different context. You didn't believe in fate but the way you met him in the summer and then been put to work together on the same project at university seemed like a strange string of coincidences.

☂️☀️💜🐝

Three days later, Seungmin finally returned, healthy enough to function properly. You sneaked glances at him during class, nervously anticipating your next conversation, which was bound to happen after the lecture ended. Usually, all your braincells focused on the topic the professor taught, but now your mind was racing through the possible outcomes of what Seungmin might say. Before you knew it, the class was over and you could see Seungmin coming your way. He was so tall and his hair was so dark. Just how you liked your coffee. You mentally reprimanded yourself for being lame and tried to gather your bearings.

"Hi," he greeted you simply.

"Hi," you replied. Gosh, why was this so awkward? As if you were meeting all over again.

"We should talk."

You didn't like how that sounded. So serious. And here, you thought you'd been making progress. You blinked in concern and followed him outside. You thought you would grab coffee but Seungmin surprised you by leading the way to some unfamiliar direction.

"Where are we going?" you asked.

"There's this cute pâtisserie nearby. You like sweet things, right?"

"You've noticed!" you were touched by how observant Seungmin was when it came to you.

"I told you I notice," he repeated his words from one of your earlier conversations.

When you arrived at the place, you ordered a brownie and a macaron, while Seungmin wanted a croffle. Once you two were seated at a table, you were a bundle of nerves. It was only a matter of time before Seungin brought up the fact that you had unfinished business.

"Don't freak out."

"I won't."

"I think you're my platonic soulmate," Seungmin blurted out.

You didn't know what to say. In all sincerity, you've had similar observations, as well. You just hadn't been sure whether it'd be appropriate to address them. From your first encounter with Seungmin, you'd felt an immediate connection. And the more you got to know him, the more you had become certain that he understood you better than anyone. You didn't have to pretend to be someone you weren't. You could just...be.

"I think you are mine, too," you admitted.

Seungmin's smile immediately lit up the room. Sunshine. You could tell he'd been worried to bring this up.

"So...partners?"

"What is this, a cowboy movie?" you joked.

"Do you have to argue with me about everything?" Seungmin groaned.

"Howdy, partner," you kept messing with him.

☂️☀️💜🐝

It was a rainy autumn night. Your soulmate Seungmin had dragged you to a rooftop against your will. The two of you were lying next to each other, stargazing and cuddled up under the warm blanket. Only you hadn't expected to enjoy the experience so much. When it rained, you liked to be alone. But so did Seungmin. Maybe you could be alone together. The dark sky contrasted with the bright stars felt oddly comforting. Like a hug from a golden retriever. Like the sun's rays on a particularly cold day. Like the sound of a heartfelt symphony.

"This is nice," you murmured reluctantly.

"Told you you'd like it," Seungmin responded confidently.

"Do you always have to be right?"

"Would you prefer if I was left?" he teased.

"Asshole," you rolled your eyes affectionately.

"Darling," Seungmin flicked your nose playfully.

Brief silence reigned between the two of you. But even silence was comfortable with him.

"What do you see me as?" Seungmin asked seriously.

"I once saw you as my soulmate in this life," you purposefully used the past tense. Banter with him was your favourite pastime.

"I still am," he replied sincerely, taking you by surprise.

You smiled fondly.

"Oh, look, it's a shooting star!" you exclaimed. "We should make a wish."

Seungmin gripped you tighter without saying anything. But he didn't have to. You weren't going anywhere.

"What did you wish for?" you wanted to know once the star had finished its fall.

"If I tell you, it won't come true," Seungmin explained.

"Oh, come on. You can tell me anything."

"Everything I wish for is right here."

For once, you decided not to argue.

He was sunshine, I was midnight rain He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain He stayed the same, All of me changed like midnight

The End

#stray kids #seungmin #seungmin x reader #seungmin fluff #seungmin angst #kim seungmin #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #academic rivals to platonic soulmates #lee know #felix #writing

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Yeah, no, what happened to Wither is totally Emma’s fault. From the get-go, she failed to support him – the fact that she, a telepath, let a man like Sean Garrison have access to somebody as mentally vulnerable and traumatized as Kevin is straight up unprofessional and negligent. She was fine with using her telepathy to sleep with her patient but I guess peaking in a mind of a man she was letting influence vulnerable children is a step to far. Adding to that, not once did we saw or heard about anyone training Kevin so that he would be able to control his powers, which is something Emma promised Kevin back when she asked him to rejoin the school; and after he predictably slipped (by accident) and hurt somebody she decided he is too much of an inconvenience for her to deal with. She let this teenager run away to live on a street, and it’s during the time when mutants were particularly at risk. And considering how distraught Kevin was from hurting somebody (especially considering that he previously killed his dad with his power) there was a high chance he would have done something to himself, and Emma “For the Children” Frost was fine with that. And this isn’t even the last time she failed a student in her care: she completely cut off Julian during the time he needed her most and then (presumably) was fine with her boyfriend and teammate abusing him after Karima incident. And what she did to Laura was unforgivable and disgusting and completely fits her pattern of claiming she cares about the children but only putting money where her mouth is whenever the situation is easy, convenient and doesn’t require much effort from her.

Honestly, this issue is perfect distillation of everything that makes me dislike Emma as a character so much – she is somebody who keeps making bad choices and hurting people, and then turns around and makes it all about how hurting people made HER feel bad. She traumatized Firestar during her villain era and supposedly regretted it afterwards and yet she kept harassing her and played the victim each time Firestar rejected her. She mentally scared an already traumatized Laura in the most disgusting way possible, iced out Julian when he desperately needed her guidance and completely failed at keeping Kevin safe, not to mention every needlessly cruel thing she did as a villain, and this WHOLE ISSUE lays out all these horrible things for us to see only to turn around and say “look how doing all these horrible things made EMMA feel bad”. There is no accountability from Emma, and the narrative keeps excusing her each time; Scott also has this problem in this issue, but at least before and after this story we see characters pushing back and giving him shit for his bad choices, but whenever Emma is taken to task about her bad behavior the narrative keeps framing people who call her out as bad and unreasonable.

Emma and Cyclops try to break up

*Record scratch* Lovely to see these crazy kids kissing passionately (though I wish Scott was the one dipping) but how did they get here? No more secrets.

The Dark Reign of Norman Osborn has ended and Utopia is saved! It took a lot out of everyone to get that W, and Emma and Scott are feeling it. In part due to playing the role of villain and double agent, she leaves a breakup note on their bedside table and packs her bags. Scott reads enough to realise she's leaving out of shame and runs to find her. She couldn't do it. He's pretty fucked up too, carrying a lot of guilt. They both have a lot to confess. Seeecrets.

I think Scott has an idea of what she's going to say. My read is that he wants to lay his sins bare first in an act of total honesty and to establish the challenging situation they're in - together. Fixing up the power imbalance like a see-saw so they're having the conversation as equals. They enter a psychic space inside Scott's head, and there's always been one locked off section nobody else can enter. The man has seriously strong psychic defences, helped by both Jean and Emma. It does reflexively annoy me that he talks over her and makes it about him (Logan Behavior) but you can be the judge of whether he's justified.

Emma shares what the last few months have been like for her - a supervillain convention with some of the worst people around plus Namor and Loki. I think she's being a little hard on herself, but honestly, Scott doesn't care.

She's ashamed and sorry but Scott skips forgiveness and goes straight to 'I love you.' He doesn't even care that she banged Tony Stark and Namor. Emma thinks she's ruined everything and Scott disagrees. Not sure how much of a factor his own guilt plays, but he stuck by Jean when she did a casual genocide. When Scott loves, he loves hard.

Emma thinks that he keeps Jean feelings in the black box, but it's not that. It's his deepest secrets and shames, partitioned away so he can function. Needing to tell someone and wanting to be transparent with Emma, he opens it up. Seeecrets.

X-Force is in there - the permanent solution to threats against mutant safety. It's an idea that goes against everything Xavier ever dreamed, but this isn't a time for dreamers. Worse, by his estimation, he didn't do any of it himself. He kept his hands clean by delegating to the killers.

Scott still values the dream, interestingly, but not as a way to live. It's a symbol and the hope that things can be better, it binds mutants together. Others value it uncritically, and Scott thinks that's a good thing. Let them dream while he shreds his morals to keep them safe. He's ashamed but he isn't sorry. Emma is right that he is responsible for the lives of everyone on the island, who would have died several times over without him.

Personally, I think the X-Men genre conventions justify proactivity. Otherwise they're just sitting around waiting to be attacked by the same bad faith actors each time. How many buses do they have to blow up before you go after them? Especially when the state considers you second class citizens and won't protect you, if they're not the ones doing the killing themselves. Hell yeah there's going to be guilt and shame running a secret kill squad, but when so many entities are constantly trying to kill you what can you do?

Emma's turn, and she's going deep. Dredging up all her sins and failures. She's ashamed of how she treated Laura, and it wasn't nice at all. I give her some leeway for it being a fraught situation with duty of care, but even then there were better ways to handle it. It was a very human response, but it was a mistake.

I can see why Emma would feel guilty about Wither, but I don't think she fucked up there. She got him psychiatric help and worked hard to support him. If anything, she respected his autonomy. It was impossible to know his therapist was a r*pist supervillain with a kid at the school. I guess that's the point - Emma is in a shame spiral taking on every bit of blame she can think of. Her sister certainly didn't give her a choice, not a real one anyway. She's taking herself at her worst and ignoring all the hard work she's done.

Okay here's some shit she should actually feel bad about - her supervillain phase. Capturing and torturing the X-Men, traumatizing Jean into Dark Phoenix, stealing Ororo's body (totally rape) and funding Sentinels. She certainly suffered for these choices and I don't know how the other X-Men feel about it, but Scott at least forgives her and loves her.

IDK how true it is that everyone thinks Emma is manipulating Scott. Sure, raving misogynist Tony Stark does - and doesn't respect Scott because of it - but fuck him. I think it says more about Tony than anyone else. Again, she comes clean about having sex with Tony and Namor, but Scott DGAF. Not a big deal, they're losers. Well, Tony is. Namor has his moments and ends up a close ally despite all this. I feel like there's major internalised misogyny here, which Emma has an interesting relationship with. It's unusual for men in fiction to be untroubled by these kinds of revelations, but Scott is not an especially jealous person. The gender roles are all over the place even in public. I love me some genderfuckery and these two do it well.

With all their secrets laid bare, they decide to not break up, actually. They're ride or die for many years and both grew a lot in this power couple. Secrets would come back to haunt them both, but at least they can confide and trust in each other. Not only is their partnership solidified but it's a fascinating look into both their psyches (and a gross one into Stark's.)

#emma frost #anti emma frost #wither #kevin ford #hellion #julian keller #x 23 #laura kinney #cyclops #scott summers #firestar #angelica jones

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