#are we even the tiniest bit surprised lmao

[boba-beom]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ well hidden | KANG TAEHYUN NSFW

・❥・ pairing: taehyun x noona!reader

・❥・ genre: tiny fluff, pure smut | one shot

・❥・wc: 2.6k

・❥・ warning(s): established relationship, reader is down bad for taehyun lmao, taehyun and his noona kink, reader is older than tyun, public(?) scene, dom!taehyun, pet names (sweet cheeks, baby, good girl, my noona, babe), taehyun gets called big boy 🤭, exhibitionism kink, heavy petting, praise & degradation 🤭, oral (both receiving), he's a lil rough with throat fucking, fingering (f receiving), taehyun ‘mean’ tease, unprotected sex (always stay safe guys), multiple orgasms, surprise breeding kink oop, lowercase intended, not proofread

・❥・ a/n: I think this is my first official full taehyun smut, so enjoy because this is the first of many noona!reader thoughts I have omg

・❥・ summary: going on a vacation with your smoking hot boyfriend can be relaxing, but asks if you're down to have more fun on an empty beach. or so you think.

it's late noon, the sky turning a soft amber shade in the sky, clouds entertaining your eyes, and though the sun may be beginning to set, you and taehyun still decide to soak up the last few minutes of the sun.

you shuffle on your beach towel from your back to lay on your front, tilting your shades lower on your nose to watch your hot boyfriend walk towards you from the ocean. his hair hangs wet over his forehead with droplets falling onto his broad shoulders and down his muscly chest, trailing down his abs and to the band of his swim shorts until he approaches you with a mischievous expression across his face.

"still checking me out even though we've been dating for god knows how long now?" he picks up a towel beside up and ruffles it against his hair, triggering the pulse between your thighs because he just looks that good, and throws it over to hang on his shoulder.

"it's called admiring, baby." you chuckle.

he sits beside you, observing the way your cleavage is on display and pressed against the beach blanket beneath you, just for him to see on this majorly sparse beach. you had an inkling that your boyfriend had something in mind, he always did, and you were just waiting for him to tell you what he's been thinking about.

the moment taehyun's fingers lightly skim down your back, tracing your spine as you let out a comforting hum. your eyes close as your breath picks up in the tiniest bit and as soon as his fingers reach the string on your bikini bottom you feel him tug on it ever so slightly. you feel him closer in proximity despite having your eyes shut, sensing his warmth radiating from his body.

"how about we have some fun, hm noona?" he whispers erotically in your ear before laying kiss from your jaw and down the back of your neck until he places both of his hands on your hips, lightly squeezing your sides and beginning to massage the area as you let out another hum, borderline moan.

"taehyun, someone could see us though." you whine, as if you cared that much, but for the sake of decency you wanted to be sure it was just the two of you.

"c'mon, why would it matter? I know you're into that anyway." he chuckles as he resumes kissing and nipping at your neck. he groans against your skin as he turns you onto your back and he situates himself between your legs, feeling his semi-erection against your thigh.

"but what if-"

"noona, do you want me to fuck you or no?" he holds your chin to look up at him, his grip a little too tight but you loved it.

nodding your head at him with your doe eyes as you look up, he tightens his grip a little more as you whine.

"words, yn, I need to hear it from you."

"taehyun, baby, please use me. fuck me, use me all you like. I want you so bad." he smirks in satisfaction after hearing your needy whines, letting go of his hold on your chin before returning with his trail of kisses.

this time it felt like your skin was gradually getting a little hot after each kiss, burning up after each one. he reaches one of his hands up to massage one boob and the other occupied by his tongue dragging along the hem of your bikini.

his hot trail of spoiling you with his love continued until his face reached your navel, watching you starting to heave out of sensitivity. taehyun didn't hesitate to pull on the string of your bikini bottom until it had completely untied, leaving the loose material over your clothed core.

"you're always such a good girl for me, aren't you?" his voice lower than before, and you reply with an excessive nod. "my pretty noona wants to get fucked on this beach so bad, bet you want someone to watch me fuck you until your legs are shaking non-stop."

you feel yourself clench around nothing, wanting his hand to take away the loose material covering the area where you were desperate for him to touch you.

"you know I can be good for you, just please touch me." you beg, grazing your hand along his broad shoulders and up to rest by his neck, fingers occasionally playing with the beaded necklace, knowing it's one of his sensitive areas.

the pulse in your ears were almost deafening if it wasn't for the gentle waves alternating between washing up closer to you and pulling back. to your luck, he pulled away your bikini bottoms, teasingly gliding his middle finger from your clit down to your leaking hole.

"I can't wait to taste you," he groans from the slick gathering between his fingers and separating his digits to find a thin string of your arousal hanging in between.

"do it then." you look down at him as he raises a brow, amused at your tone.

taehyun gets comfortable between your legs, thighs over his shoulders and threading his arms around your legs with his hands resting on your inner thighs. you prop yourself on your elbows to watch his head dip between your legs, knowing just how wet you've become just from his simple touches.

you anticipate his tongue as your eyes steady at the back of his pale-coloured, damp hair, but instead you feel a cool breeze. the breeze around you wasn't as strong as the chill you feel against your core, until you realise taehyun's blowing over your wet cunt.

you whine, squirming with the littlest movement possible until you feel him dip his tongue between your drenched folds and sliding up to lap up at your clit. your chest heaves heavily above him, having your hands grope your boobs through your bikini top and taehyun lowers himself so he could look up at you. but the change in angle only came to aid in your pleasure once he enters his tongue into your cunt, his nose bumping against your clit.

taehyun loves when your hands roam around your body. he watches the way the nylon material of your bathing suit wrinkles as you squeeze your boobs.

"untie it, I wanna see all of you." he lift his head higher, placing his lips against your inner thigh thinking he would kiss the area, but he bites and sucks a couple of times before licking them after.

if there's one thing you knew about your boyfriend, it was that he was obsessed with you. he's more obsessed over the fact that you're older than him. something about him pleasing an older woman boosts his ego and makes his head fuzzy.

after you untie your top piece, he reaches up to set them aside, next to your undone bikini bottoms. he loves seeing you bare just for him; it has his dick hardening against the beach blanket knowing that he wants to shove his cock inside you and hear you scream.

"babyy, come fuck me good." you hold eye contact with his lustful gaze, taking in the way you're playing with your boobs and rolling your hard nipples between your fingers.

there was no point in making you wait when that's exactly what he was planning to do. rail you on an empty beach while the sun sets.

"you're such a whore for me, noona." you pulse again from his harsh nickname, but you know you are. only for him. always for him.

you stay in your position, elbows hurting from digging into the sand and not realising how far back you were squirming while your boyfriend was working his tongue on you. you scan down taehyun's body again, from his hazy eyes looking down at you, his lips glistening from your wet cunt and his saliva, his chest sheen from a light layer of sweat, his core engaging while me moves over your chest, and his bulge begging to come out of his swim shorts— the material clinging on to the outline of his erection.

"suck it. then I'll fuck you so good until someone hears you. maybe I won't stop and they can watch me treat my noona so well." his voice was raspier and he lets out a light gasp once you pull the band of his swim shorts down, watching his rock hard cock fling up and hit his abdomen.

the tip was glistening from beads of precum gathered at the top before leaking to the underside and about to drip until you stick out your tongue and catching the salty bead, kitten licking the mushroom tip while hearing your boyfriend's breath shaking in the smallest way.

"fuck, noona. wanna fuck your throat so bad." he groans, a hand on his hip and the other guiding your head lower onto his cock.

you whine as he slips more of himself past your lips, his length filling your mouth and the head touching your uvula and causing you to gag.

"come on, don't you want to be fucked like a slut?" he grits his teeth as he experiments a couple of shallow thrusts into your mouth, nothing but noises with your mouth full of cock. "sorry, I didn't hear you?" he snickers.

you grab onto the top of his thigh, clawing onto his skin with your freshly manicured soft gel nails, grazing his skin and leaving behind pinkish lines on his tanned leg.

your mouth is just so wet and warm, engulfed around his length as your tongue sweeps side to side on the underside of his cock. taehyun loves it. he loves that his noona has her mouth full of his cock, whimpering around and sending vibrations down his length.

"mmh, yeah that's my sweet girl, hollow your cheeks." he looks down at you, watching you tightly shut your eyes as you hollow in your cheeks, making him moan from the suction but not yet nearing his orgasm.

you concentrate on your breathing through your nose, as you work on his dick, saliva building up and making a mess around your lips and down your chin. you were going at your own pace until you felt a pair of hands holding your head still, opening your eyes and watching taehyun slip his dick out between your puffy lips.

"I think my noona deserves a good fuck, what'cha think sweet cheeks?" your chest heaves lightly, mouth still slightly open and he takes ahold of his shaft, tapping the tip of his head against your cheek.

"wan' you to fuck me so so good baby." you plead with your shaky tone, gradually opening your legs as he stands up before kneeling between you.

"you just can't keep your legs closed huh?" he kisses your knee while his other hand continues to jerk himself a little more, "but thanks for making it easier for me babe."

he leans down, pressing his tip against your sopping core and doesn't pause before thrusting all the way in, filling you up with the girth of his length hugged by your gummy walls. a soft moan leaves your lips, throwing your head back against the sand and your hands back to playing with your boobs, because you know he loves it when you do that.

one of taehyun's hands are planted on your waist and he leans on his other arm beside your head, holding himself up as his hips snap at a steady but fast pace.

"oh my god, baby, yes, ugh— right there." you whine, feeling his one hand push one of your legs closer to your chest and hitting you at a delicious angle.

"mhm, that's right noona, scream for me." he pants against your jaw, quiet grunts leaving his throat before kissing that sweet spot just below your ear.

you loved the feeling of taehyun fucking you out in the open, and the thought of someone possibly seeing you has you clenching tightly around him, your stomach feeling tighter by the second.

"taehyun, I'm gonna— oh fuck— I'm coming—" you almost scream against his ear, feeling his lips form a smile against your skin, but his hips never stopped.

"hang on a little longer noona, I'm almost close. you can do that for me right?" he whispers against your cheek, voice breathy as his hand gropes your boobs, playing with your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

although you feel your second high coming and overstimulation building up the sensitivity, you nod your head and let taehyun fuck your abused pussy until he cums.

your boyfriend pulls out slowly, hearing you whine from the loss inside you, but he turns you around, "on fours for me." he grabs a handful of your ass, before smacking it and hearing you almost let out a cry. it wasn't long until he plunged into your cunt again, going twice as fast and just as hard you feel your boobs jiggling.

"ah shit, tae- taehyun, too much baby. I'm gonna cum again." you cry out, your fingers curled and gripping tightly onto the frayed edges of the blanket.

taehyun kiss behind your neck again, nipping and trapping your skin between his teeth until his lips travel to your shoulders and the middle of your back. you feel tingly from the sensation thinking you could hold out a little while longer, but you feel his hand come around and circling his two fingers over your clit in a speed that was capable of bringing you over the edge.

in all honesty, he loved that you were breaking apart because of his dick. because of him.

your core felt like it was tightening up again, clenching around him but in sync with his dick twitching against your walls and his airy moans behind you.

"god noona, you feel so good. wanna fill you up, gonna carry my babies, yeah?" he usually speak through gritted teeth when he's close, but he lets himself moan just for you to hear. after all, he knows how much of a whore you are for him being vocal.

"yes baby, fill me up. gimme your big load big boy— ah—." you moan at a higher pitch, feeling your second wave of orgasm washing over you as you feel your thighs shudder beneath you.

your boyfriend lets out his staccato moans as his thick load shoots against your walls, slightly bucking his hips with every release. his head slightly going hazy from the grip your pussy still has around him, but he tries to steady his breath as he unloads his last few spurts of cum into your full cunt.

"shit baby," he catches his breath, "let me stay inside you for a little while, gonna make sure we get a baby out of this."

you chuckle breathlessly under him, his hands roaming around your hips and caressing you so lovingly. littering your bare back in wet kisses and playfully nipping some place.

"what if I don't get pregnant from this tae?" you turn your head to look up at him, watching him plant a kiss to your temple.

"then I'm gonna have to fuck you more... several rounds until we successfully have a baby in your tummy." his hand runs down your torso and cradles your lower stomach as he thinks about how beautiful and round your stomach would be one day, carrying his child. "but I'm gonna make you my wife first."

you giggle at his comment, and then some more from his ticklish kisses as he whispers more about how excited he is to start his life with you.

though, a pair of eyes were fixed on your bare backs from a distance, the guy's brows lightly scrunched and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as two dimples appear prominent, one on either cheek.

he steadies his breath as he looks down at his spent dick, cum on his lower abdomen and his fist which is slowing down his motions.

"fuck." he whispers under his breath.

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[fiapartridge]

catching fire au | devils' golden girl

jack hughes x hockey!player

summary: jack and riley have a conversation during training camp and surprise! it doesn't end up with them making out on the ice...

warning(s): jack's an asshole (again!)

a/n: this one's short! but i love their little conversation there's so much tension between them. i can't wait until they're like super flirty and he's like fingering her under a table or something LMAO

taglist (send in an ask or dm me if u wanna be on the taglist for this au!): @hockeyboysarehot @lunnnix

SECT. I: TRAINING CAMP DAY TWO.

THE RINK WAS cold and empty. Only a couple of stragglers roamed around the practice facility, making sure the doors were safely secured to its hinges, the ice was resurfaced, and the pucks were in their correct placement. The red and white banners hung along the walls echoed greatness, providing a sort of unease in the pit of Riley’s stomach. She knew she was great; she deserved this, but had the doubts gotten to her head just the tiniest bit? Definitely.

Leaving her helmet on the bench, Riley skated a couple rounds on the ice, getting a feel for the area before everyone would come barreling in, making this space their own. Yesterday was overwhelming to say the least. The guys were fast—faster than any of the players in the NCAA—and they were much stronger. She was scared that Jack’s words were going to turn out being true; that Tom, who had taken a chance on Riley when everyone else had doubts, and Lindy, who was one of the only people who treated her like all of the other players during the game yesterday, were going to find out that she’s not what they wanted for this team. Or worse, they were going to ship her off to Utica and she wouldn’t even be in the NHL anymore.

She must’ve gotten lost in thought because when she turned around, she wasn’t the only person on the ice anymore. 

“Saw your pics.” Riley scoffed upon hearing his voice, Jack Hughes. Jack had that voice that made you look. His voice was distinct: mid-tone, but not childish but not exactly adult-sounding. He was dressed in black sweats and a thin gray Devils quarter zip, a stick in his hands and a puck at his feet. “Looks like you’re the Devils’ golden girl now, huh?”

With an eye roll, she glided ahead. “Jealous?”

“Of the 32nd pick in the draft?” He wrinkled his face, shrugging. “Think I’m fine where I am.”

Swiftly stealing the puck from his stick and seamlessly transferring it to her own, Riley glided around the boy, watching his expression morph into a sign of annoyance. “You know, I always wondered why only one brother showed up to Luke’s games at Michigan,” she smirked, emitting a disapproving ‘tsk’ sound as she skated up and down the ice. “But you know, it kinda makes sense now. His other brother just had too much of an ego to show up for someone he loved.” Drawing near to the boy, she leaned in, just close enough for her words to burrow beneath his skin. “I mean you…by the way,” she slyly grinned. 

Jack furrowed his brows, rooted in place as he observed the girl effortlessly skate circles around him. “You don’t know anything about me,” he retorted.

Riley shook her head. “I know you’re not exactly a physical player, unless it’s when you’re coming after, well…me,” she chuckled. “Your core and lower-body strength can be compared to any kid in juniors, and your puck protection,” she gestured to the puck at her feet, the one she swiped from Jack the moment he hit the ice, “is abysmal at best. And I don’t even want to mention your skating because…I think we all know how bad that one is.”

Infuriated, Jack skated towards Riley, his eyes ablaze with envy. "And what about you, huh? You can't play defense, your puck handling is all wrong, and it's as if you've never been on a team in your entire life. College hockey might have gone easy on you, but welcome to the big league. Not everyone is going to be as forgiving."

“I appreciate your concern—”

“Not concern,” Jack cut off.

Riley’s smirk only grew. “I’m not scared of a couple of big guys. And what are you? 5’7?”

Jack rolled his eyes. “I’m 5’11.”

She hummed in response, angering him further. Skating closely, she placed a hand on his shoulder. Whispering, allowing the weight of the moment to linger in his mind, she said, "See ya later, Jacky."

[buckymorelikefuckme]

just let go

professor loki x masters student reader

words: 2.2k

warnings: s*exual content, o*ral (m receiving), unprotected s*ex (don't do that), the tiniest bit of degred*ation, implied age gap

a/n: surprise bitches!! my first ever loki fic and it's just straight up filth LMAO! not proofread, we d*e like men. any and all mistakes are mine. feedback is encouraged & appreciated ♡ xoxox

The wooden door to his office is all that separates you from Professor Laufeyson.

Just yesterday you completed your last final for his Mythology and Folklore course, which had easily become your favorite class. He had such a way with words and an alluring, mischievous presence that held the attention of even the most bored of students. His deep voice enraptured you as he earnestly told tales of gods and goddesses, of ancient cities and lost kingdoms, hard-won battles and tragic losses.

You've always had a deep love for history, both fact and fiction, but Professor Laufeyson made that love turn into an obsession and burning desire to soak up every bit of knowledge he was willing to share.

It certainly didn't hurt that he's very easy on the eyes.

His height had startled you when you first entered his class. And when he turned to greet everyone, you struggled to swallow past your suddenly dry mouth. Inky, dark hair curled under his ears, his blue eyed gaze meeting every single student as he introduced himself and gave a quick discussion about what to expect from the course. His lilting accent wrapped itself around you and you shivered.

It felt like time slowed down when his stare landed on you. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, a surge of warmth spread in your veins. You swore his lips twitched up a touch more, but perhaps it had been wishful thinking. The moment passed before you wanted it to. As soon as he looked away you let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding.

Safe to say this new obsession also extended to your beautiful professor.

Which leads you to now, standing outside his office, biting the inside of your cheek as you war with yourself over whether or not you want to follow through with your plan. You wouldn't say it's a well-thought plan, by any means, but you can't go another day without knowing. You knock on the door before you can change your mind.

“Come in,” he calls from inside.

Steeling yourself, you enter. You should probably leave the door open, for accountability if nothing else, yet your motivations have you closing it behind you with a resolute click.

Professor Laufeyson glances up from his laptop, wire rimmed glasses perched on his nose. He smiles when he sees who's stepped in. Your name falls past his lips and it has goosebumps rising across your flesh.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” he wonders, gesturing towards one of the chairs in front of his desk. “Do you have a question about your final?”

You sink into the plush leather of the chair. “Um, sort of.” He raises an eyebrow in question. “I was wondering if you'd graded it yet.”

He tilts his head ever so slightly. “I have. Grades will be posted tomorrow on the school’s website.”

“Right,” you say quietly.

After a moment’s pause, he inquires, “Is there something else you needed?”

You swallow roughly and gather every ounce of courage you can find. “You.” Your voice is nothing but a soft whisper, but you know he's heard you, loud and clear, because his eyes darken. “I need… I need you.”

When he speaks next, it's deeper than usual, gravelly. “You're treading dangerous waters,” he warns.

“I know,” you admit. “But I still want you.”

You see the muscles in his cheek jump as he clenches his jaw. The small action has hope swirling in your chest.

“Please, professor,” you say quietly.

He closes his eyes and releases a shaky exhale. “This is highly inappropriate.”

“That's not a ‘no’,” you point out.

“It should be,” he retorts fiercely.

But you can see his resolve beginning to crack. You rise from your seat, taking measured steps around his desk until you're standing beside him. He refuses to look at you, so you kneel. He mutters a curse under his breath.

You lift a shaking hand and place it on his thigh. “If you don't want me, all you have to do is say so.”

Your heart hammers against your rib cage as his silence. It's an answer all on its own.

Using the hand you have on him, you nudge him to turn toward you. You slide both palms up his thighs now, meeting his heated stare as you reach for his belt buckle. He doesn't stop you from undoing it and you hasten to open the button and zip on his trousers. You pull the waistband of his briefs down, finally setting your eyes on his half hard cock.

“Perfect,” you whisper, wrapping your hand around it and stroking it to full hardness.

He grunts at the touch, spreading his legs a bit more to allow you more room, which you eagerly accept, shifting forward on your knees. Your mouth waters when you see precome beading on his tip. Unable to hold yourself back anymore, you lean in and take the head of his cock into your mouth.

You swirl your tongue around him, dipping into his slit, humming as you collect his precome. He sighs, and when you look up at him through your lashes, you're delighted to see a faint flush on his cheeks. He’s gripping the arms of his chair tightly, the leather creaking. You grab one of his hands and thread your fingers through his, giving it a squeeze as you ease down his cock further.

“Fuck,” he hisses, head falling back when you begin to bob your head.

You make a noise of displeasure, pulling off of him with a noisy slurp. “Look at me, professor,” you instruct.

He obeys, eyes blazing, and you swallow him back down, stroking what you can't fit with your other hand. You settle back into your slow bobbing, savoring every bit of the moment, of his taste, tracing your tongue along the vein on the underside of his cock. Drool seeps past your lips, helping the glide of your hand. He groans and you hum in response.

“You look like sin,” he rasps. “Sucking my cock like there's nothing else you'd rather do than please me.”

You moan, nodding your head a little as your cunt pulses with want, increasing your pace. He makes another noise from the vibration of your moan.

“Are you going to let me fuck you? Hm?”

You pull off again, continuing to stroke him as you beg, “Please.”

He lets go of your hand and tugs on your arms until you're straddling his lap. Carefully, you take his glasses off and place them on his desk. When his fingers slip under your skirt, all the way up to your hip, the only thing he feels is skin, no sign of underwear.

“What a slut you are,” he muses, redirecting his fingers to where you're dripping for him. You gasp while he toys with your swollen clit. “You just knew I'd let you have your way, huh?”

You shake your head, hips twitching. “No,” you reply, “but I hoped.”

“Yeah? You wanted my cock that bad?” he asks, slipping a finger inside you.

“Yes,” you whine.

He softly shushes you. “You have to be quiet, sweetheart. Wouldn't want anyone to hear, would you?”

“I-If I’m totally honest, I—oh—I really don't care,” you confess as he starts sliding his finger in and out, grasping at his shoulders.

“Christ,” he mutters, adding another finger.

He's reaching places inside you that you're sure have never been found before. You can't help but grind into his touch, moaning when he curls his fingers and rubs over a spot that has you trembling. You've hardly even started and he's already got you wrecked.

After he's eased a third finger in, you can't help begging, pleading for more, for his cock. Desperation claws at your chest the longer he doesn't give it to you.

“Please, please, sir, I need it, I need you, please,” you babble.

Wordlessly, he removes his fingers, ignoring your whimpers at the loss, but then he's tapping your hips to signal you to sit up. You eagerly comply, whining when you feel the head of his cock align with your entrance. You don't have the patience to wait anymore and sink down on his cock without warning.

“Jesus, fuck,” he groans, panting as the wet warmth of your pussy welcomes him.

The stretch has your jaw slackening and eyes fluttering closed. When you're full seated, you clench around him involuntarily. He curses again and you giggle deliriously.

“You feel so good,” you breathe, rotating your hips in small circles. “I'm so full, professor. Your cock is so thick, stretches me perfectly. Wanna keep you inside me forever.”

“The mouth on you,” he grits. “God. If I had known…”

You hum. “Well now you do.”

You lift yourself, moaning at the drag of his cock, then slide back down. The grip he has on your hips is bruising, but it only adds to your pleasure as you set a slow pace, making sure you both feel every inch of his cock going in and out. It's a delicious torture, one that has your toes curling.

“You're riding me so well,” he praises breathily.

You let out a keening noise, settling with him all the way inside and grinding in a filthy way.

“I’m—I’m being good?” you ask, biting your lip as you gaze at him through heavy lids.

A small smirk paints his features. “Such a good girl,” he confirms.

You bury your fingers in his hair, yanking him forward into a messy kiss. He returns it with just as much enthusiasm, one hand coming up to wrap around your throat as he bites at your lips, sucking on the bottom one before flicking his tongue across it. You moan brokenly, feeling as if you can't get enough of him.

Suddenly, he moves his hands to your thighs, holding on to you tightly as he stands and carries you to the sofa in the far corner of his office. He lays you down on it much too gently for the way he's devouring your mouth. He wastes no time and begins thrusting into you, hard and calculated, the sound of his hips meeting yours, the sheer force of it, has you crying out.

“We really can't afford to have anyone hearing us, sweetheart. Be good for me and be quiet.”

“Yes, sir,” you gasp, biting back a whine when he changes the angle.

He cups his hands under your knees, pushing them back so your skirt slips up and he can finally get a look at your pretty pussy. The sight has him growling, thrusting that much harder. You throw your head back, eyes rolling, a steady moan vibrating against your lips.

“You're going to look stunning when you cum on my cock,” he declares, picking up his pace. “Will feel even better when you clench uncontrollably around me.”

“Please,” you whimper pathetically.

He releases one of your legs and rubs quick, messy circles around your clit, and your knees hike higher, back arching off the sofa as your orgasm starts to build in your core. You're trying to be quiet, but choked off, needy noises manage to slip out.

“Let me see it, love,” he instructs. “Cum for me.”

Your body goes rigid, breath locking up in your lungs as the coil within you snaps. You gasp in a sharp breath as your climax hits, spreading slow like molasses through you, clenching wildly. He doesn't let up, continuing to fuck you and prolonging the most intense orgasm of your life.

“So fucking beautiful,” he grunts.

He chases his own high now, thrusts losing some of their finesse. You pull him down into a kiss that lacks focus, mostly tongues tangling and panting breaths.

“Just let go, professor,” you whisper.

“My name,” he gasps, pleading, “say my name.”

Your pussy flutters at the demand. “Let go. Cum for me, Loki.”

He groans, pressing his face in your neck. His last thrusts are sharp, harder than ever, and then he finally stills. You sigh in content as he moans through his release. His hips twitch with aftershocks, grunting lowly.

He doesn't move a muscle as he catches his breath, and you're more than happy to have him where he is, hovering above you, buried to the hilt inside you still. You comb your fingers through his hair, softly kissing his temple until he raises his head, trailing his own kisses up your neck and jaw.

“Fuck,” he sighs.

You giggle. “I agree.”

He lifts himself up to see your face better. An impish grin greets you.

“If we hurry and clean up, I’ll take you home for round two.”

You try to tamper down on your smile, but you can't contain it. He kisses you and it's like a promise.

“There better be more than just a second round. I haven't had enough of you yet,” you reply, swiping your thumb across his cheek.

His eyes twinkle playfully. “Don't you worry. You're not leaving my bed anytime soon, even if that means tying you down.”

You lick your bottom lip. “I wouldn't be opposed.”

“Dirty, dirty girl,” he accuses and you don't deny it, giggling as he leans in to kiss you stupid.

[lovelymagnoliarose]

Next chapter of alternate part 2 is up!! And we've finally reached Polin's wedding!

Here's an exert where Colin is a little shit lmao

Sneak Peek “We could always go to Gretna Green if that is preferable-”  “No!” Lady Featherington all but shouted, looking as if a vein in her forehead might burst. Colin held back a chuckle. He was doing this primarily because he wished to officially call himself Penelope’s husband as soon as possible, but knowing all strife her mother had caused her over the years, he would be lying if he said it did not bring him the tiniest bit of satisfaction to make his future mother-in-law so exasperated. “No, no- that is the last thing you should be doing. ”  “I agree,” his mother said with a slight frown, far calmer than the matriarch next to her. “I must apologise for this Lady Featherington- I thought I had raised my son better than this.”  Colin could not quite feel shame, even staring down the barrel of his mother’s pointed stare. Really, they should not have been so surprised by this. Penelope was the most brilliant woman in all of London, in the entire world, really- not to mention the most gorgeous. Frankly, it was a miracle that this conversation had not happened sooner.  “Oh, it is alright,” Penelope’s mother said, though her tone indicated that it was anything but. “What is done is done now.” “Yes, that much is true,” Lady Bridgerton agreed before mumbling under her breath, “really, why can this family not have one wedding that is simple?” Colin, at the very least, had the decency to look abashed. “There is always Francesca, mother.”  She lightly glared at him, but before she could reprimand him, Lady Featherington sighed. “I suppose a faster wedding is… Doable.”  “Wonderful!” Colin clasped his hands together excitedly. Unthinkingly he added, “babies are born at eight and a half months quite often!”  “ Colin Bridgerton! ”

[nefamphetamine]

for once, i may be able to contribute to the dialogue about ons despite losing track of the plot at least 4 years ago.

anyway here are just some thoughts on today's chapter.

firstly, the elevator panel in the tower of babel is the kabbalistic tree of life. weirdly though, its extended past the regular amount of spheres which you can see in the comparison photo below.

actual tree of life with translations:

notably, shikama doji was at the top, presumably at keter, but im not sure if this was just added for the mystical vibe or if the tree of life actually serves a purpose in the plot.

the tree of life has 7 levels with different traits/virtues called "nodes" on each. for example, the 6th is binah (understanding) and chochmah (wisdom). it describes how god interacts with creation.

the tower mika and yuu enter is explicitly revealed to be the tower of babel, which according to the book of genesis is located in babylonia. the purpose of tower was to reach the heavens where god resides, but god stepped in and made it so that the workers could no longer communicate with each other and build further (britannica.com).

this story is said to be the origin of multiple languages on earth, rather than the sole language that all people spoke previously.

in terms of relevance to the plot of ons, this matches up with shikama doji's desire to ascend back to heaven.

knowing that, im confused with why there are so many other angels down there with shikama. were all angels expelled from heaven? why else would the city be so massive?

up until now i thought it was a lucifer/satan fallen angel type of deal.

on another subject, and i had to confirm this with a google search, there is no historically accurate reason for the presence of the star we see carved into the planet here since if we're going by historical accuracy. the star had no real relevance as far as i know until much later in history. like, modern ages. millions and millions of years later.

in terms of storytelling though, pentagrams are a motif commonly used to express meanings varying from godly protection and the warding off of spirits to satanic or occult rituals. obviously the occult part matches up with the magic we've seen in ons. unfortunately, we've been told very little about the magic system as a whole.

i wonder if the reason for the meteor that destroyed the dinosaurs was to get rid of this city? i cant imagine another reason why takaya kagami would choose this time period, millions of years before the first homo sapien. if anyone's curious, the meteor landed in what's known today as the Chicxulub crater.

on that subject lmao

mika, who i thought was supposed to be the smart one 💀:

the high-tech infrastructure of the angel city is deeply confusing to me. i wonder if we're going to be introduced to time travel? maybe that's where the ice cream comes from.

considering the introduction of dinosaurs few things would surprise me at this point.

i really wish things would speed up a bit. the complexity of the dialogue between yuu and mika is mind numbing at this point. it doesn't move the plot forward in the slightest, gives no information about the characters aside from what we already know; they're stupid.

how many times are we supposed to laugh at the same joke?

despite these flaws i feel for the first time in years the tiniest spark of interest in the plot solely because of how out of pocket this all is.

now that i think about it, if all the seraphim were expelled from heaven, what about the other types of angels? do they even exist in this universe?

References

https://www.britannica.com/topic/tower-of-babel

[crave-mp3]

HI okay okay nutcracker costumes rant sorry if this is rather incoherent it's so fucking late rn. ohhh boy. this was the royal opera house's production of it and it was. they missed the fucking mark so badly with the costuming i am just. in awe of how badly they fucked it up. i dunno how much of the plot yr aware of but in the second act in the magical land of the sugar plum fairy each dance is supposed to represent a different sweet treat. theres chocolate from spain, tea from china, coffee from arabia and candy canes from russia. now ill give them some credit the one thing they did do right in this production is that their tea dance at least didn't rely as heavily as usual on the same old worn out exoticised racist depictions of chinese culture i was very pleasantly surprised. HOWEVER. they still somehow managed to make some of the ugliest strangest fucking costumes i have ever seen. never have i seen dancers look more visibly uncomfortable in their costumes onstage the fabric looked like cardboard and moved like it too massive kudos to the dancers for being able to do ANYTHING in that. absolute disaster. and then the russian dance. ooh boy. orange. neon orange. and BROWN. FUCKING TOP HATS. PINSTRIPED PANTS. NEON ORANGE SASHES. BROWN COATS. and don't even get me started on the dresses i cannot even. horrifying. truly horrifying. BUT THE WORST PART THE WORST FASHION CRIME OF THE NIGHT. beige. they made the flowers for the flower waltz. BEIGE. BEIGE. BEIGE FLOWERS. I AM. BEYOND SPEECHLESS. beige with green trim and the tiniest little bit of pink. I CANJOT EVEN. the sugar plum fairy too. wasn't as beige as the flowers but still. WHERE IS THE LIFE. WHERE IS THE COLOUR. WHERE IS THE JOY AND MAGIC AND CHRISTMAS SPIRIT. and aside from how visually disgusting it was the thing is. none of the costumes even matched at all with the sweet treat they're supposed to be depicting NONE. so without really knowing your shit how are you supposed to know what's going on how do you know who's what how do you know that this is even candy land when everything looks so disgusting and unappealing. THE FLOWERS DONT EVEN LOOK LIKE FLOWERS. truly some of the poorest costuming ihave ever seen. rant over this did get a lot longer than i intended lmao sorry about that iehope this is at least semi coherent. goodnight and happy holidays!!!!!

GOD that sucks so bad...... orange top hats and beige waltz of the flowers are you kidding me 😭😭 glad they weren't as racist w the tea dance tho. a few weeks ago me and my friend at my dance school were havung a moment of perspective on how weird the tea dance was when we did it as kids (especially bc we're both asian lol). tbh i think orientalism in the nutcracker could be an interesting thing to explore in an essay.... can't believe they even fucked up the sugar plum rip 😔😔

[btscontentenjoyer]

I was nervous before to start reading this chapter. Nervous about how it would affect my feelings and nervous to see my favourite couple still not together. But no matter how much it hurts, your writing just always sucks me in and once I start reading, I can't stop.

"Maybe because the remembrances feel eons away, beginning in the middle of the second last year of college and ending sometime this spring. Mere months ago when cherry blossoms bloomed, along with a dozen other emotions." Flashbacks always feel so bittersweet when you know what their relationship is like currently 😔😔😔

"That is, until distraction became warmth." 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 That's such a good way to describe the progression of their relationship 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

"Somewhere in the middle of this diary, you find words of a lost night. You don’t think of it too often; for a while, you felt too embarrassed and timid to reminisce." Frat party! Frat party! Frat party!

"Honestly, everything was a get away these days, because you preferred running from reality rather than facing it; yet, you never quite landed where you wanted to be." Until she met him 🥺🥺🥺

"Someone else." 👀👀👀 At this point, even a subtle mention of Hobi and I flinch, I don't know how I'll be able to take it when she's mentioning him and it's not in the past.

"And even now, he seemed to be enjoying this. Like a puppy being spoiled." Okay but he's so cute still.

"But there was one voice who didn’t quiet back down — its rise in volume was stark and clear, and your eyes immediately ripped open when you heard Jungkook howl, “Tae, I told you to not play shit!” They are the same!!! Made for each other!!! Soulmates!!!

"The man next to you, albeit still a stranger, seemed to want to provide further distraction." Now all I can think about is 'from distraction to warmth' 🥺🥺🥺

"You bit your tongue the moment he laughed. Playfully, as though he knew you inside out, he nudged your shoulder, teasing, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” You blinked slowly. “Nothing, really. You wouldn’t care about it.” Hmmmmmm… okay…

"And you nearly expected a delightful compliment before he clicked his tongue and said, “Damn. Stuck up, aren’t we?” Lmao I love him.

"And confident and with the tiniest of winks, he said, “Cool. So then… not to hit on you, but,” he lifted a hand, big and masculine, “I’m Jeon Jungkook.” Lol I'm currently shaking my head with an endeared smile.

"In truth, you found a moment of respite from the chaos underneath your feet. The wall you leaned against was cold against your bare arms and calves, and for the first time tonight, you thought you could think." Even that is a kind of comfort in itself, him providing her with enough peace of mind that she can more clearly think, making the world around her go quiet.

“You’re… escaping something tonight. Aren’t you?” He took a deep breath, words dangling between you. Your eyes widened ever so slightly, brief surprise flickering in them. “Do you want to vent?” God, he's always been amazing, hasn't he? 🥺🥺🥺

"Yet, he didn’t mention it. Didn’t care for it, either. It was kind of nice." That's so…!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"He was waiting with those big eyes. Shaking the hair off his face with slightly parted lips. Those things — they felt like tiny habits; you wished you’d been sober enough to pinpoint all of them." All of his habits are adorable. He's adorable. I love him and how polite he's being 🥺🥺🥺

"He laughed. Whenever he expected you to roll his eyes at him or to dismiss his foolish jokes, you joined his bullshit instead. Sweet." Cuteeeeeee

"Flashed a gummy smile when his eyes moved back and forth between your conversation partner and you. His cheeks were red, but his stance and walk were still stable; high-tolerance drinker." I love the little glimpses of Tae and Yoongi.

"Walking out into the summer night immediately evoked a sense of serenity. The warm breeze caressed your skin, wafting the scent of blooming flowers towards you. Under the moonlit sky, the world was alive — or at least, the one you were visiting right now." <3

“Yeah, I don’t know, I…” He leaned back, rubbing the nape of his neck. “I’m a country boy.” Interesting. The more you knew. He pointed to the sky. “More stars down there, so we used to do it a lot in the summer. And a friend of mine… she and I, we liked spending nights like this.” Okay. First of all him saying "I'm a country boy" sheepishly is so adorable for some reason. And second of all. A friend of his 😔😔😔

"This man had an entire night sky in his eyes, diamonds sprinkled all over. So sincere. Maybe that’s what lured them all in; not just his charm." 😭😭😭😭😭

“I kinda wanna kiss you right now.” What a line!!!!!!!

"His chest moved inwards, holding the breath before he choked it out in a laugh. Embarrassed with himself, he lifted a shoulder, saying no more than, “Well, shit.” He's so cute!!!!!

“Wrong. I like cats, but I have a dog and I love him to bits,” he remarked, triumphant and teasing." Yes he doeeeees

“Jeon Jungkook… that’s incredibly thoughtful of you.” Thoughtful, teasing, depends on your perspective I guess lol

"You still remember rushing through your narrative. Half excited and half indignant, you jotted down all you could remember before you wouldn’t. The lines and curves of the alphabet are messy and nowhere near constant." That's so incredibly cuteeee

"I think at the very end, it wasn’t the time we spent in the bedroom that messed me up. It was the goddamn roof." 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"An alternative to the reality you lived. Never out to fix you but to pull you out of your shell." (now that I'm editing this, I see I copied this line, but it has even more meaning now, knowing the reason why she didn't stick with Hobi 😭)

"And by then, it’ll be too late." It might be too late to show up for his birthday but it's never too late to talk to him 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"A kind, genuine question shouldn’t grip your chest like this. The way your heart is leaking and your lungs emptying — when someone really cares for you, that shouldn’t happen." That's how I feel too :(( the way the smile on my face changed from when I was reading about them on the balcony and now :((

"Something burns behind your eyes; tears are missing in action, but you think it’s your melting brain. On fire as you keep overthinking, fingers curling in, legs restless and urging you to stand. (…) If you hurried, you could make it, right?" Wait I already wanna cry…

"It’s baffling how lazy heartbreak makes you. How tiny tasks leave a body immobile, forcing it to stick to the bare minimum." :((((

"Pressed against the cold wall, flush against him, hot lips parted and a hotter breath mingling with yours. Only to crush all you’d hoped for. He did this to you. You begged. And he kept doing it to you." God, seeing them both hurting so much is actually killing me.

"The bare minimum. That’s what all of you wants you to do. With the energy gone, you want to become weightless. Want to press against the pain in your chest." My poor babyyyyyy

"Rendering you breathless when he pushed you against the wall of an empty room, shoving his tongue down your throat like it was all he ever knew how to do." Rid!!!! Give me a damn minute to get myself together lmaooo. I was just trying not to cry and now this!!!!! But also thank you for the respite from the pain 😔😔😔

“I mean,” he whispered; his voice was low and raspy, and its effect shot straight under your skirt, “I can totally take you against the door.” Sir????? Honestly, every time we get to see him again, I do feel like I miss this side of cocky JK a little bit and then we see sad boy JK again and just 😭😭😭 it's two different kinds of pain lol.

"He was so eager to take off your clothes so quickly, but you didn’t consider him the type to rush things. Why the hell would you give in so fast then? Allow him that bit when you were sure that man liked to tease?" She really does know him so well already!

“Nah,” he was quick to counter, “not her.” Always quick to reassure her about these things!

“That’s so hot of you,” Jungkook said. He lifted a finger to your bra, hooking it into the space that connected both cups. Pulled a little. “But. Just fucking take something off, please?” She's got him beginning and bargaining immediately! She is iconic!!!

"If Jungkook hadn’t been so stubborn with his control, you knew you could’ve made him falter beneath you. Something about him suggested that he was very well able to become a begging mess." I'd love to see that too 👀👀👀

“Uh-huh. Some of y’all are so stuck up, but… you’re cool. Gotta be good to you tonight.” Heeeee!!!

“I’m…” you breathed, tilting your head. “I’m a little insecure.” 🥺🥺🥺 aaaaw.

"This was a fling, you told yourself, but you moved farther and farther from that belief — especially with those praises he showered you in. And the click you’d previously felt, the budding connection…" The fact that this is their first ever time and she's already thinking like this!!!!!! I knew there was something from the start.

"Now wait,” he mumbled, changing back to a smirk. At this point you wondered whether he did it on full purpose. “If you really like it so much, I… can’t just give it to you so easily.” 🙄🙄🙄🙄

“Want to pin my wrists to the bed and pound and fuck me into another universe until you’ve left a dent under me. To bruise my skin and leave scratches deep enough for me to feel tomorrow and… I fucking promise I can give you even more than that.” Alriiiiiiiiight.

"His tone and expression were cheesy; you were so done with him. “Wanna see you struggle.” Okay maybe I don't miss cocky JK thaaat much lmao what a menace.

"You were too sweet, too awesome, too pretty to not feel proud." 🥺🥺🥺

"Because a miniscule moment later, you complained, “One of my tits is bigger than the other.” Lmaoooooooooooo this had me laughing for a full minute I sweeeear.

“Kook,” you murmured — no clue where the nickname had emerged from. But he seemed to like it; buried his fingers in your hair. “Are you getting tired?” Wait she's so cute 🥺

“Wanna be your slut until you come, too.” Alriiiiiiiiight.

"He ripped off the soaked rubber, crumpling it up and stuffing it in the other pocket of his jeans. You cringed in disgust and disbelief, but then you remembered that he was nearly as gone as you; he’d regret it tomorrow, but not yet." Noooooo wtf Jungkook, she really got him fucked up huh because wtf????

"You felt the smile against your skin. He had let his face drop to your shoulder, and now spoke quietly and softly, “Because you were amazing. I reacted according to you all the time.” “And I reacted according to you.” Jungkook snickered. “We’re a good match, it seems, huh?” Yes!!!!!!! Them- I- Aaaaaaah!!!!!!!

"But you reminded yourself that he wasn’t more to you than a stranger temporarily turned party-friend. That’s what Jeon Jungkook would part from you as, too." No 😤😤😤

“Really?” He reached to his cheeks, wiping on the wrong side; you cackled a bit more. He nodded towards you. “Yours is very smeared, too.” Pause. An unblinking stare. “You look gorgeous.” (…) “Nothing.” Jungkook sighed. Shrugged his shoulders, lifting his arms to brush back his hair. The bicep flexed, and you forcefully averted your gaze from it. “Want me to do your make up?” I am in love with him!!!!!!!

"You weren’t doing this to anyone like him. He was carefree, nice and enjoyed the little things in life. You weren’t going to be a burden to someone like him." 😭😭😭😭😭😭

"He helped you clean yourself, helped you get dressed. Caught you when you oscillated, holding your hair when you drank the water from the tap, sobering up just barely." This is their first time together!!! This is a random hookup in a stranger's bedroom!!!! And they're acting like this???? They were meant to be.

"And you couldn’t help but think that the connection was certainly there; blissful if you could truly continue it. Clicking with someone wasn’t easy these days, but Jungkook made it seem easy. Like he’d known you for long, knew you inside out. Like he’d been part of you in a previous life." I kid you not, Rid, I GASPED OUT LOUD and now I have tears in my eyes. Theeeeeeey 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"What a way he has to forgo heartache. Funny how it’s insanely present right now." Yuppp 😔😔😔

"It’s still the same space that you approved the moment you stepped in. The same walls you can imagine a life between, away from pain, towards independence." So proud of her for even considering this. But it should have been Jungkook with her helping her look for apartments 😭😭😭😭😭😭

“I do,” you say, “no, I can totally imagine being here.” You shift to the other leg, pushing half your fingers into your back pockets. “Anywhere but home, I think.” 😔😔😔

"But the recurring thought of this little group splitting… isn’t too nice." All of them are so cute together though, I don't want them to split up either 🥺🥺🥺

“Because he’s still waiting for you.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Tell her Tae!!!

"You throw a mocking smirk, looking away with a slow blink. Your feet are aching; they want to carry you away. To him. Home. Wherever you find solace." 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

“I could already tell, you know?” Taehyung says. A tiny, nostalgic smile tugs at his plump lips. You lower your head to the dusty floor again. “Back at the frat party.” That's so cuteeee. He's so cuteeee.

“I know you weren’t. I mean, you didn’t look like you were, either. But you did look like you bonded… and that’s rare, you know? For people to still share that link after so long.” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

"Insane how even in the tidiest corners of your room, he’s left a mess." 😔😔😔

“Okay,” Taehyung simply says, “anyway. Please think about going tonight. And on another note… do think about this place, too. I think it could do you good. And it’ll be nice to have a friend nearby.” It would be so cute if she decided to move there yeah. Just imagine Jungkook dropping in to see both Tae and OC 🥺🥺🥺

"What exactly did the two of you say to each other? Does Taehyung know it all? Does Jungkook? Perhaps you do, too — maybe you need to dig far enough." I'd love to know too 👀👀👀

"Because on that goddamn roof, I think… that Jeon Jungkook truly saw me. You know, it’s been so long since someone did." 😭😭😭😭 I can't believe we're finally going to see what happened on the roof. It feels so special and momentous and I don't even know what it is yet.

"He swam in money, just like you, and you’d seen a similar greenery and heard a similar quietude as you were here. Yet, being with him didn’t compare to being with Jungkook." Oh wow. I feel like I'll need to remind myself she feels like that about him in the near future 😔😔😔

“He is a sweetheart. Keeps buying me gifts and all, but… I think I’m a construction site to him. And that,” you snickered, sporting what you were sure was a sombre expression, “keeps reminding me that I actually am.” Wow. I didn't realise that was part of it too. That's such an important reason not to date someone, honestly, not that general lack of feelings towards them isn't of course. But this is much deeper than I thought it was at first.

“Yeah. It’s worse when they could, but don’t.” Jungkook’s demeanour changed. A fog of melancholy settled in his gaze, brief but impactful. If you’d been fully clear-headed, you might’ve registered the slight flinch." I don't even know which is worse, connecting this to their current situation, or to the ones they've previously been in, which have impacted them badly too. Because what happened to Jungkook to make him feel like this?

"Under easier circumstances, love could work. Why had he always been a witness to it crumbling?" 🥺🥺🥺 My baby doesn't deserve anything bad that happened to him 🥺🥺🥺

“I separated from my ex a while ago. That girl,” he nodded towards the window you’d climbed through, into her general direction, “she knew. And she wanted to use my,” he made air quotes, “loneliness to have fun.” What the fuck.

"Prolonged silence later, you darted your head in his direction; he was squinting his eyes in thought. And then, he inhaled the summer air, and said, “Sometimes.” Pause. Then, “Sometimes I miss feeling like I’m… enough for someone.” Enough for someone. Right for someone. Jungkook wasn’t missing her. He was missing being loved." My precious baby boy 😭😭😭 He is so much more than enough I need him to know that 😭😭😭 I literally can't handle him being even the slightest bit sad.

"There’d been a dozen of those pauses today, but none of them had felt out of place. In fact, you felt at peace. Tonight was a respite from the demands of everyday life, because pain faded away. The still bubble of comfort around you felt like a sanctuary; you appreciated the simplicity of the present. You thought, there was something about the air. And the stars. And all those scents." And something about him!!!!!

"Contrary to every touch he’d delivered today, he was like a puppy. Forlorn and pure and kind." 🥺🥺🥺

"It was the guy who’d DJ’d prior that night; the one with the deep velvety voice, ogling up at you with a hand in his pocket and a cup in his hand. He made you wonder where your friend was." Aaaaw I like how Tae and Eun are connected in the past too, even by just a fleeting thought.

“He wanted me to suc—” “—ceed in every aspect of life!” Jungkook wrongfully finished, leaning in to whisper to you, “I don’t think you should be saying this.” Lmaoooo that's hilarious.

“Because,” you asked. Stress and hangover incoming. Words a rich, popular future heir like you definitely wasn’t supposed to utter. “Fuck that imperium for tonight, okay!” 👁👄👁

“You try going home to misery,” you said, laughing through the ache creeping up. Shit, shit. “I’m fine riding his di—” Oooookaaaaaayyyy

"Jungkook said it through gritted teeth, hissing it, a sliver of a grunt in his voice. His hands tightened around you and pushed you back up, catching you when you swayed over the edge." I love the way he's always been trying to protect her in this way, trying to protect even the things she doesn't feel too warm towards. He was trying to protect her relationship with her parents, not wanting to tell her about the paparazzi, and going with her to confront them so that the situation wouldn't escalate, and now we see him doing the same back then, even when he didn't know her, didn't have feelings for her.

"You traced the faces of the people you’d seen from the roof. Nonstop thoughts of regret flooded you — in the contentment Jungkook’s presence had wrapped you in, you’d lost track of reality." Oh. oooh. So I know this explains why she was acting quite combative towards him at first, when she was annoyed by him at uni. Why she was super embarrassed about it all. But the realisation of how it could have impacted her even further and made her not want to talk to him at all after that? Yeah, that hit me like a truck. And then what hit me even more is how Jungkook's first encounter with her is this wonderful thing and then it ends with her slightly ruining her reputation and how that is probably just another reminder for him about how he isn't good for her and her image and aaaaaaah. Like if he wants to beat himself down he can literally view it in a way where even their very first encounter led to media backlash in a way and 😭😭😭

"Did it matter anyway when a wave of water broke out of the pool, splashing onto you and half your torso? Probably not." Oh my god just when I thought it couldn't get worse. I actually winced when I read this.

"Walked away." There's no way he's actually leaving for good though 👀

"The sentence dangled in the air; broken by a sudden interruption. Raw cotton grazed your arm as Jungkook stepped next to you, a white towel thrown over his hand as he intervened, “Enough, man. Don’t.” I just knew my baby wouldn't leave her out there like that!!!!!

"In that moment of gratitude, you felt a renewed sense of a link to him — oddly calm as you said, “Thank you.” Aaaaaw

"You’ve walked through several bright and vibrant halls, passing modern pieces. The ceiling was high so far, so this very room, containing art of the stars and nebulas, hit pleasantly with change." Aaaaaaah she's thereeeeee! Obviously I want to see them talking again, but I also really really want to know what Jungkook painted.

"And you, looking at him from afar, are frozen in time. Like everyone around you is barely moving." I am holding my breath!!!!!!

"He doesn’t bother for a greeting aside from a little nod. His pink lips are slightly parted, his expression so innocent; so achingly pure. And his voice so weak when he says, “You came.” 🥺🥺🥺

"You clear your throat, gaze flickering up. “I want you to know that I still support you.” That's so… I don't even have words for it. I just love them <3

"Those puffy cheeks and the younger face, lacking a smile — you’ve only seen that expression before as he slept. When you woke up next to him, observing his dozing form. How helpless he looked. So faultless." Do not bring up how he looks when he's sleepingggg. I'm already weak enough for this man as it is 😔😔😔

"And maybe that’s all that love ever requires." Yes! Yes! Yes!

"No." Yes 😤😤😤

"There are white fences and wide fields. Trees afar, a cottage at the right of the canvas. In the right bottom corner, you see a fluffy little cloud, white and serene." Gureum? 🥺🥺🥺

"He catches himself within a second, and then says, “Yeah. Gureum. I’d sneak him into the bike basket and take him with me. He’d enjoy the wind. Jump around there,” he nods to the place in the painting, “and enjoy dusk with me.” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

“I had a full speech prepared yesterday, you know?” he says, looking to the side. His jutting lower lip makes your chest burn. “But you didn’t come, and… now you’re here and—” He brings an inked hand to his eyes, rubbing them for a moment. “Now I can’t fucking think.” The fact that I can imagine him rubbing his eyes with that exact hand so vividly because of his recent lives is just… too much for me right now.

"Yet, the only hint Jungkook gives you is, “I had this idea in my head… and the night we drove to that small town and I gave you those forget-me-nots? The way you held them got stuck in my mind and—” He shakes his head. “I knew I wanted to paint them like this.” “But… you didn’t.” “Because…” He shrugs his shoulders, but the gesture is anything but nonchalant. The melancholy in his eyes betrays him. “Things changed.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"Whatever used to be a symbol of blooming endearment is now a metaphor for broken hearts." No 😭

"But without ever letting his attention fall from you fully. Not even when you finally step away." 🥺🥺🥺

“Just,” you interrupt. He’s right — it’s not too late in the evening. But fall is approaching, and the sky is grey; the sun hides these days. “I’d feel better if you had a car.” First of all, that's incredibly cute. Second of all, THE SUN HIDES BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT TOGETHER!!!

"You make a right turn and miss the absolute grief in his eyes. After all the moments you spent together, he didn’t reckon his care for you would escape your mind. But in hindsight, thinking of all the despair he’s put you through, he understands, too." This is all so painful. They're both hurting so much and I want it all to stop.

"But if your roles were reversed, you’d cherish every bit that carried him, too." 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

"To fill these pages with every curve and contour you desire, and to colour them in. Like you do with me. Happy Birthday, Kookie." Nooooooooo 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 This is soooooo 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“I want to say that I’m sorry. And—” His next words are daring. Incredibly ruthless, uncaring of your heart. And you can’t believe he lets them slip. “I know it’s far too late, but… if there’s a way, any solution to stick here with you after all…” God, I'm ready to beg just as much as Jungkook at this point, they need to be together!!!

"You’re caught up in emotions and craze, you think. They’re creeping in slowly but surely, and consuming all of you. The way he was supposed to." 😔😔😔😔

“Did I make a mistake, angel?” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“Because,” he begins immediately, “I’m an idiot who chose for us both. I should’ve heard you out, because… this isn’t benefiting us, right?” That's right 🗣🗣🗣

“But it still doesn’t feel like home… It's strange.” “Did I feel that way to you?” “Being with you was the first time in my life that someone or something truly did.” Your words start breaking; your voice a dwindling sound. This requires as much strength as you expected. You take a deep breath. “So yes, you… you made a mistake.” 😭😭😭😭😭

“I crave your comfort,” you mumble. “Whenever I feel like shit or empty, I think— if he was here, he’d know what to say or do. He’d listen. And I hate that. The only warmth I’ve ever known shouldn’t come from you, and I– I shouldn’t be missing you like that.” (...)���It was much easier,” you echo, “when you weren’t part of my life. I pushed you away with some stupid academic excuse, because I knew we… this would hurt. So much fucking easier to keep you at a distance.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭

“You open up,” you say, “you tell me how you feel. What you feel.” Your chin trembles; you pull the evening air through your nose. “You stop keeping secrets from me and tell me what’s wrong.” Please 😭😭😭😭😭

“Because it hurts.” “I want to help you, Jungko—” “You can,” he hastily promises, fretful, as if you’re slipping away again — and maybe, you think, you are. “Just not now. Please just.” He downs the clump in his throat. “Let’s fight through this, because I want you to be able to help me, too.” AAAAAAAAHHHHH 😭😭😭

"Of all things plaguing your mind, Hoseok is the last to keep you away from Jungkook. No. Fucking no." Okaaaay. Daaamn. I kept telling myself she wasn't interested in him, but there was still a little voice of doubt in the back of my mind. I should have known though. It's like with Jungkook when he went on vacation lol.

"Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head. Maybe he felt the need to reassure you a little more, because he said, “They’ll forget about this in a day or two. Fuck them and keep living.” The further and further we go back, the more evidence there is that Jungkook is just!!!!! so fucking amazing!!!! From literal day one he has been providing OC with distraction from her family and fame situation, total understanding about both, an even deeper understanding of how she feels and what she needs to hear. Literally he is so!!!!!!!

"Softly, slowly. No craze, no insanity." Even then, a gesture of tenderness 🥺

“Go home and be well,” he said. “Fuck everyone else, okay? If they can’t treat you right or love you the way you wish, then just fuck it all.” Fuck yeah!!!!

“She will be loved, right?” he asked one last time. You smiled; the giddy feeling was unmistakably present. “For sure one day.” Yes. By him!!!

“Just… once,” he begins, “could you look at me like that again?” “…Like what?” “Like you didn’t stop falling for me.” 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"You don’t think you could ever look at him like you stopped. You can’t imagine you’re staring at him right now like you ever did. How do you make clear to him that you orbit around him?" 🥺🥺🥺

"It was clear back then. It should’ve always been clear; break ups were redundant. You know — does he, too?" I think they can see this now, right? 🥺

“Stay the night.” Pleaseeeeeee 😭😭😭😭😭

Whew this chapter. So many things I've been wanting to know for so long were revealed! And yet there's still so much more to discover! I loved the flashbacks here, the pacing really felt like a movie or tv show to me and I liked that we got a more detailed exploration of what happened back then and not just a quick explanation. Because it really is all so important and so telling of why and what happens next. And for what actually happens next... all I'm sure about is that my tears will be plentiful.

colour me in: blurred | jjk (m)

Summary: Funny how things never stay the way they were. You navigate through a life without Jungkook while wading through buried memories – and realise that every path leads back to him.

➳ pairing:Jungkook x reader ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ genre: fwb/f2l, fake dating, partly college!au; angst, fluff, smut ➳ warnings: artist jkkkkk, still a birthday, a present, exhibition and artwork reveal!!, memories, flashbacks, talk about exes, talk about guilt, …frat party reveal i mean whut, jung hoseok lol, flirting, sexual tension, “how i, jk, met your mother” lmao i’m kidding, alcohol, insecurities, mean people, an absolute mess, yearning, we love tae, deep convos, overthinking; explicit sexual content: kissing/making out, grinding, stripping, fondling, tiddie sucking, oral (f. & m. receiving), fingering, they’re dorks ??, lmao the dialogues :’’), they play a game, protected sex, drunk (consensual) sex, dirty talk, biting, sl*t mention, teasing, jk moaninnnng, partly rough sex, big dick jk, dom jk, aftercare, weird ass bets lol, i was blushing real hard writing the smut; “the ending” warning has become a constant too so :’) ➳ word count: 31.7k 🥲  ➳ a/n: what a big damn sigh i left out after finishing this one !! ugh, guys, thank you so much for sticking with me and waiting for this one. i truly hope it’s worth the wait… and their story shall only get better. thank you for betaing my love @missgeniality​​​​​ <3 as always, do lemme know what you guys think !! 🎨🤍  ➳ a/n2: keep in mind that every past tense scene is a flashback !! 😁  ➳ listen to: the only exception by paramore |full collaborative playlist 🤍

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[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

YOOOO BACK FOR MORE LONG REBLOGS HELL YEAH

"He'd help him clean, of course, then suggest hiding out in the computer lab for some Dungeon Lord and snacks." This is so oddly wholesome??? And surprisingly practical??? The best of Old Eli tbh. Cares about his friends, but doesn't impulsively dig them all into deep shit XD

"seeing as he'd probably get detention for a week after beating the shit out of the perpetrator." Ngl I am enamored with the thought of Eli going completely unhinged and beating the crap out of Kyler for Demetri. We haven't seen nearly enough of Violently Protective Eli in canon!!! Like let him go apeshit defending his boyfriend after being a little shit to him for so long!!!

"Even so, he wasn't perfect, and he often turned out to have the worst mix of traits of both phases of his past." Oh 1000%. The best of both worlds and the worst of both worlds equally. There is no in between with this man.

"a subtle crooked smirk gracing his features." Demetri. Demetri of course you think about Eli in flowery poetic terms like this. Simp

I'm screaming at the fact that the spooky ski masks were apparently Demetri's idea. Or that he thought they would be any assistance whatsoever in being stealthy when Eli has the most conspicuous hair in the school. So smart and yet so incredibly stupid, god bless <3

ELI DYING HIS HAIR PINK AJASHAKUDYBHSU WELL THAT'S ONE WAY TO COME OUT, YOU GO KING

" "Eggs aren't even dairy, they're a protein!" " He's right tho D: Although Demetri obnoxiously correcting Eli on something and then immediately saying "permeable" instead of "permanent" is very on-brand. Demetri thinks he is the full-time carrier of their shared brain cell, but he very much is. Not

" "What, like a carton of chocolate milk on your chemistry binder?" Eli countered, his hand moving to rest on Demetri's knee. "Look, I'm not gonna let this stuff go unpunished." " THE INTIMACY OF THE HAND ON THE KNEE AND THE ELABORATE REVENGE PLOT TO AVENGE YOUR BINDER I'm tearing up ;_____;

"This is illegal!!! This is vandalism!!!" Homeboy is dead convinced the cops are summoned by any criminal-sounding splats and will immediately materialize to sentence two teenagers to a lifetime in prison for...egging a guy's house. I love this paranoid mf so much, he's just like I was in high school fr fr. Like what do you mean, you can sometimes do delinquent shit and you aren't force-teleported into jail immediately??? HOW CAN IT BE??? I really thought the surveillance state hellworld we live in was like...10 times worse than it actually is lmao

" "Yeah, well, Kyler's never gonna suspect us. He's made a lot of enemies. The dude probably cleans toilet paper out of his trees, like, three times a week." " AJSHKUYDG he's not wrong tho??? Pretty sure the only person who HASN'T gotten to beat up Kyler for being a little shit is Sam XD And they really took away the boy-girl tournament fights to deprive me of that, they really launched an attack against me personally--

"Oh, how Demetri missed when his mischievous smile meant a heist into the cookie jar rather than vandalism." HAHAHAHA Although I love that Eli always had a bit of a troublemaking streak XD Now I'm imagining Eli spearheading all the cookie raids when they were little, and it's kind of adorable. Hence why Demetri was Not Surprised, Just Annoyed when Eli suddenly dialed it up to 11 like "YEAH!!! LET'S BUY ALCOHOL WITH A FAKE ID!!! LET'S KIDNAP A GIRL AND TATTOO 'BITCH' ON HER FACE!!! I GOT CHASED BY A RAPID DOG AND I'VE NEVER FELT SO ALIVE!!!"

" "Fine," Demetri conceded. "But at the tiniest noise, I'm bolting, and you're coming with me." " Demetri refusing to leave Eli behind in his own cowardice is both hilarious and wholesome. "If I'm gonna wimp out, then by god, so are you!!! You are NOT facing repercussions for our tomfoolery alone!!!" Very on-brand for him, too--he's always been about as ride or die for Eli as you can get ;____;

" "I'd expect nothing less from you, scaredy-cat," Eli replied smugly, to which Demetri felt his heart skip in his chest in a way he knew had nothing to do with the crime he was about to commit." Of course Eli uses "scaredy-cat" as a pet name. Of course he does. Demetri is scaredy. And he is also a human cat. Not him getting flustered because he's lowkey catching onto the fact that Eli is calling him flirty pet names--

" "Shall you take the first egg, my liege?" Eli offered forward the carton in his stupid impression of Knight Phillip from Dungeon Lord." STOP STOP STOP THIS IS THE CUTEST SHIT Of course Eli finds a way to be nerdy about petty misdemeanors, I love that for him ajldsiuhykdlefh

I'm going to go through and leave rambly reblogs on all of these, my dear, I'm sorry I took so long 💜

Tis I, the "hell yeah" Anon! If you're still taking prompts, could I get "Following the rules is boring" for binary boyfriends?

Always enjoy your ficlets so much <3

hell yeah, "hell yeah" anon ! here's a 500 word drabble for you involving dairy (of sorts). enjoy ! <3

If one were to ask Demetri how Eli would react to seeing him with a school binder soaked with milk, Demetri would probably tell them he'd do nothing. He'd help him clean, of course, then suggest hiding out in the computer lab for some Dungeon Lord and snacks.

Well, that was old Eli. And Hawk, well; Hawk was even worse, seeing as he'd probably get detention for a week after beating the shit out of the perpetrator.

And then there was Eli 2.0, who had Hawk's danger streak with Eli's ability to stand down. Even so, he wasn't perfect, and he often turned out to have the worst mix of traits of both phases of his past.

"What's wrong with fighting dairy with dairy?" Eli asked, gently tossing an egg in his hand, a subtle crooked smirk gracing his features.

They were hiding behind Kyler's car, both wearing some ski masks that Eli apparently thought were 'ridiculous'--as if his bright (now pink) mohawk was not only the only one in the school as well as his own distinguishable trademark.

"Eggs aren't even dairy, they're a protein!" Demetri argued in a whisper. "Besides, this could cause, like, permeant damage--"

"What, like a carton of chocolate milk on your chemistry binder?" Eli countered, his hand moving to rest on Demetri's knee. "Look, I'm not gonna let this stuff go unpunished. I want him cleaning as much as we were. No fighting, as promised."

"But," Demetri's face flushed, glancing down at Eli's hand on his knee. "This is illegal. You know, vandalism?"

"Yeah, well, Kyler's never gonna suspect us. He's made a lot of enemies. The dude probably cleans toilet paper out of his trees, like, three times a week. Besides, a little rule-breaking's gotta be healthy every once and a while, following the rules all the time is boring." Eli insisted with a wink, his grin mischievous.

Oh, how Demetri missed when his mischievous smile meant a heist into the cookie jar rather than vandalism.

But even so, he had to admit that it was kind of exciting, egging the house of a guy that had caused him so much grief over the years. Just imagining the look on his face when he found the mess was golden.

"Fine," Demetri conceded. "But at the tiniest noise, I'm bolting, and you're coming with me."

"I'd expect nothing less from you, scaredy-cat," Eli replied smugly, to which Demetri felt his heart skip in his chest in a way he knew had nothing to do with the crime he was about to commit. "Shall you take the first egg, my liege?" Eli offered forward the carton in his stupid impression of Knight Phillip from Dungeon Lord.

Demetri grasped the egg in his hand, the surface cold and smooth. He remembered the two hours he'd spent cleaning and rewriting all his chemistry notes; the bastard had this coming, and so much more.

He threw the egg, and the splatting sound it made against the bricks was more music to his ears than any experience points in Dungeon Lord.

[himbovillain-anon]

Listen anon we are always horny for flag up in this bitch lmao

But yeah let's give the depressed baby polka boy some fucken love 🥺

Polka dot man getting the love he deserves

I feel like this doesn't need to be elaborated, but this poor man is not used to getting any love in his life

Please be patient with him, he's trying his best to get used to all of it and he's trying even harder to not see you has his mother

He will probably be a little bit freaked out to not see you as his mother for the first time, but as weird as it is for him, it helps him recognize that you're a bit more special than everyone around him

Big on hugs, all in all he really wants to be close to you because you're really one of the only good things in his life

Secretly loves it whenever you give him affection, even if it doesn't seem like much, the tiniest gesture of love means a whole lot more to him than you would think

Please tell him that he's a superhero, it might be a bit weird considering he hates his mother for trying to make him and his siblings into superheroes, but the meaning changes whenever you call him that, it makes him feel special and loved

Don't be surprised if he wakes up in the middle of the night and starts holding onto you, it's probably because he woke up from a PTSD-induced nightmare and being close to you can help calm him down

Whenever the virus starts to get a little bit too serious, he likes the fact that you're still intent on being close to him, even if the polka dots are a little flashy

Swears to protect you with all his life, you're one of the only good things going for him and he'll be damned if he was gonna let that slip away

[lilxberry]

Hardly Burglar Material - Bilbo Baggins

Requested by: @donniethescienceguy​

Helloooooooo! Can I have a Bilbo x hobbit wife reader where after Thorin insults him (in the beginning when he arrives) she defends him and Thorins like: are you sure it’s the male Baggins we want?

I mean, I still did as what was requested but man, did I not know where tf this was going lmao

I followed quite a bit of the manuscript of the film, the only alteration is when reader confronts Thorin

Warnings: Nothing really. Asshole Thorin. Terrible writing lmao. 

Words: 1,796

Pairings: Bilbo Baggins x Reader (female reader) (wife!reader)

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You hadn’t expected your quiet evening meal with your husband to be interrupted but when a dwarf, a big, burly, tattooed, balding, towering one at that knocks your door, there certainly isn’t much you can do.

After the dwarf, who introduced himself as Dwalin, had entered your home and devoured your husbands fish dinner, to which you offered Bilbo your own meal, more and more knocks sounded at the door, each one miffing your husband further and further until he had finally had enough.

“There’s nobody home!” he shouted as another sound came from the front door, arms holding up the abundance of weapons the two brothers’, Fíli and Kíli, loaded on to him.

You felt terrible, watching as your husband becomes frustrated, not knowing what to do other than spectate in concern.

He tossed the items down out of his arms as he stormed towards the door, shouting at whoever was on the other side. “Go away and bother somebody else! There are far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is.”

Bilbo closes in on the door. “I-I-If this is some plotheads idea of a joke,” he laughed in disbelief before grasping the door handle in his hand. “I can only say, it is in very poor taste.”

With that, he pulled the door open and in comes tumbling through the doorway a cluster of dwarves, all grumbling and whining at the other to get off of them. Bilbo and yourself, who stood a few steps behind, looked down at the mess of moving bodies on the floor before his feet, dumbfounded expressions on both of your faces.

Movement behind the pile up caught both yours and Bilbos’ attention, and once the tall figure bent down ever so slightly to reveal himself, your face twisted into that of utter confusion as your husband sighs in exasperation.

“Gandalf.”

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Although you were concerned for your husband, you couldn’t help but find the whole situation quite amusing. You found some of the dwarven folk that had invaded your shared home to be quite a fun, entertaining bunch.

Of course, you were concerned about the possessions within your home, hoping that the dwarves leave your home relatively untouched and that your husband wouldn’t have some sort of mental breakdown.

Your uninvited guests had pillaged the pantry of its food. The race of dwarves certainly did have quite an appetite. Even Gandalf had nibbled on quite a bit of food.

The rowdiness of the dwarves had calmed slightly, if only for moment when they downed whatever drink they had. Even the ridiculous and frankly disgusting belching afterwards was calmer than their initial arrival.

Yet that was quickly replaced with plates, platers, knives, forks, and spoons were tossed from one dwarf to another as they sang a merry tune. Bilbo was quick with demanding caution and for things to be put down. Even you were slightly worried for your kitchen utensils.

The dwarves released hearty laughter when you and Bilbo peered into the kitchen and had seen that everything was clean and stacked, Gandalf chuckling along with them as both you and Bilbo simultaneously release sighs of relief.

Then, the atmosphere became tense as three, loud knocks sound at your front door for a final time that night.

The laughter died out instantly and Gandalf spoke quite ominously. “He’s here.”

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You couldn’t really pinpoint what exactly was unsettled you so much when it came to the dark-haired dwarf who sat at the head of the table. Maybe his stature. Possibly his stoic expression.

Most likely the look behind his eyes.

Well, you certainly didn’t like him all that much whenever he addressed your husband.

Most of the conversation between the dwarves and Gandalf became muffled when reaching your ears, certainly seeing no point in listening in on their talk. The second your husbands voice rang out through the room though had piqued your interest and your attention was brought to the conversation.

They spoke of The Lonely Mountain, the dragon Smaug, how they were on a quest to reclaim their home. Gandalf had produced not only a map of some forts but a key, a key the dwarves seemed to become quite excited about.

You also happened to admire the young dwarfs’ courage. Ori.

Then, the topic of a burglar arrived.

“That’s why we need a burglar,” Ori spoke.

“Hmm, and a good one too. An expert I’d imagine.” Bilbo moves back from peering down at the map, holding on to his suspenders.

“And are you?”

Bilbo glances around to behind him before looking towards the dwarves once more. “Am I what?”

“He said he’s an expert!” Oin spoke cheerily. Of course, the dwarf with the horn to aid his hearing would say as such.

“Me? No, no, no, no, no,” your husband started, eyes darting to each dwarf, hoping his point would get across. “I’m not a burglar. I’ve never stolen a thing in my life.”

You nodded your head in agreement. As much as you love your husband, he is quite the stickler for following rules.

“I’m afraid I have to agree with Mister Baggins,” Balin was next to speak. “He’s hardly burglar material.”

You supressed a chuckle as Bilbo, although relieved that someone agreed, looked the tiniest bit offended.

The group of dwarves began to chatter and raise in volume, no words could actually be comprehended by yourself, it all a jumble of noises. Then Gandalf raised out of the seat slightly, his voice booming over the racket the dwarves created.

“ENOUGH! IF I SAY BILBO BAGGINS IS A BURGLAR,” he lowered his voice with each following word. “Then a burglar he is.” Bilbo looked as if he wanted to protest but no words left his mouth.

“Hobbits are remarkably light on their feet,” he continued. “In fact, they can pass by unseen by most if they chose. And while the dragon is accustomed to the smell of dwarf, the scent of a Hobbit is all but unknown to them which gives us an distinct advantage.”

The whole discussion about your husband was unnerving for you. You disliked how your husband was talked of like a ploy in some silly game.

“This quest is no place for gentlefolk.” Thorins’ tone was as if the words left a vile taste in his mouth, clearly showing his disgust for your husband. “He probably wouldn’t last 5 miles away from his precious little home. Look at him, Gandalf! He isn’t made for such things, it’s as clear as day. His big feet and rounded belly would slow us down. Your little Hobbit would cry out for home within a day.”

Your blood boiled with each word he spoke, an anger rising in you which you desperately tried to keep down. Your nails dug into the palms of your hands and your jaw was clenched tightly shut, but enough was enough.

“HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OF MY HUSBAND LIKE THAT?! NO LESS WHILST YOU ARE IN HIS HOME AND IN HIS PRESENCE!”

Your outburst caught the attention of every soul in the dining room around the table. Their eyes settled on your figure that stepped closer and closer to them up to the point where you stood glaring down at Thorin right beside his seat. Even Bilbos’ eyes were wide and looked almost ready to pop right out of their sockets.

“My husband may not be a fighter like you…you BRASS DWARVES! But he deserves no less respect. I will not stand for someone speaking down on my Bilbo in such a manner, even if they are some king,” you all but spat out.

Some of the dwarves looked offended that you spoke to their leader in such a way, others looked thoroughly shocked, surprised that a small thing as yourself had such a fire in you. Gandalf smirked as Bilbo looked like he genuinely feared for your safety. He had witnessed outbursts from you that scared him before, which were quite rare, you barely losing your temper, but for once, he was terrified of the consequences seeing as it wasn’t at him nor a fellow Hobbit.

But it was Thorins’ reaction that had you confused. He seemed…impressed?

Thorin turned towards Gandalf, a smirk of his own forming on his face. “Are you sure it was Mister Baggins you had wanted to join our quest?”

Gandalf chuckled and looked towards you and your husband, you now joined your side, who was silently scolding you with his eyes but nonetheless remaining the concerned, dotting husband. “I was certain on Mister Baggins being the 14th member of your company, but I would highly recommend you take a 15th as I believe Misses Baggins certainly has something of her own to bring to the quest.”

“They both have a great deal more to offer than any of you know, including themselves. You must trust me on this,” Gandalf finished.

Thorin looked at Gandalf and Gandalf at he for a moment, Thorin evidently mulling it over within his head before finally, he spoke. “Very well. We’ll do it your way. Give them the contract.”

Both yourself and Bilbo began to protest as Balin produced the document. He handed it over to Bilbo who unravelled the parchment and began to scan over the words, your eyes peering over his shoulder to read it for yourself.

As Bilbo and you busied yourselves with reading over the document, Thorin had leant over towards Gandalf to whisper within his ear. “I cannot guarantee their safety.”

“Understood,” Gandalf hummed in acknowledgement.

“You’ll be left responsible for their fate.”

“Agreed.”

Bilbo began to read aloud the text, brow furrowed out of concentration, your own face screwed up slightly, straining to peer at the words.

“Terms; cash on delivery up to but not exceeding 1 14th for total profit, if any. Seems fair, uhh-“

“Shouldn’t it be changed to 1 15th if I were to join?” you questioned aimlessly.

Bilbo nodded his head in agreement before continuing. “Present company shall not be liable for injuries inflicted by or sustained as a government, thereof including but not limited to; lacerations. Evisceration?” He unfolds a piece further, reading before looking towards the group with a look of disbelief. “Incineration?!”

“Oh, aye. It’d melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye,” Bofur quipped with ease.

Many more ‘encouraging and reassuring’ words were spoken by Bofur, unnerving both yourself and Bilbo, though you hid it extremely well. The moment your husband passed out, was when Bofur seemed to finally relent.

“Oh dear.” You looked towards your husband laying on the floor unconscious with concern before turning towards the others with a worried expression.

Valar forbid you allow him to go with those dwarves and that conniving wizard alone.

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the Shinkami headcanons you wrote got me thinking, with your favorite ships, who do you think the biggest shippers in canon would be? as in, who of their friends and family are supportive and want to see them together?

note: what a cute request, thank you sm for sending it!

♥ the biggest in canon shippers of Tododeku, Shinkami, Momojiro and Dabihawks headcanons ♥

Tododeku

so, I think first and foremost, their respective families both love them together, like before they even get together

we already know Fuyumi likes Izuku a lot, and Natsuo thinks he's like, really funny

they both love puns and even more, puns on clothes

and I just know Inko would love Shoto

he's so polite and kind and looks at Izuku like he hung the moon

what more can you want in a son in law???

I think Momo would be Shoto's main wing woman, but it's funny, because she's just as hopeless as he is

I love to imagine Iida trying to help Izuku, too

just the most basic, straight forward shit, and Izuku is dying of embarrassment just hearing about it

I think most of the class is just enjoying the show tho

and is genuinely so happy for them when they get together

oh and omg Mina and Hagakure totally love snapping pictures of them and stuff and the boys pretend to be annoyed by it

but they both secretly loves the pictures and cherish them forever

Shinkami

I think people might be a bit more in the dark about these two, at least at first

Denki is totally a guy that is friends with everyone in class, like, good friends, he knows everyone and cares about everyone and is just so good like that?

so when Shinso transfers to the hero course and their class and dorms, nobody's surprised when he and Denki starts hanging out

but the other people that know Shinso a little better, like his old friends from the General Course and Izuku esp, def notice little things

I think Izuku and Kirishima would be the first two to discuss it, and they wanna help out so baaad

Izuku loves to help, and Kirishima loves love

he also loves Denki, but he loves love even more

Jiro is def the one who makes Denki realize he has a crush on Shinso tho

Pikachu is way too dense to realize himself lmao

Momojiro

okay, I think it's pretty much canon already, but; everyone is Class A loves Momo, she's their little class mom

and they all wanna see her happy

and if you thought Shoto was a hopeless gay, oh boy, you have not seen hopeless lesbian Momo in action

Jiro and Momo have been close since pretty early on, and Jiro's def had a crush on her the whole time, while Momo fell more slowly into it, but when it happened; BAM

they're both blushy, mushy messes around each other and everyone is dying for them to just get their shit together

I think Jiro's parents would love Momo! and we already know from the Light Novels that Momo's mom really wanted to impress Jiro and Momo's other friends, so I think both families would approve

Jiro's dad 100% cried a little seeing Jiro all happy lmao

I think Momo and Jiro gets together before Shoto and Izuku, and I fully think Shoto would be surprised af when Momojiro happens hahah

but very supportive

"Momo are you a homosexual too? :o"

and he'd like, bow or something silly like that but he'd be so sweet

Dabihawks

I'm gonna go right ahead and make it clear that this is upheaval!verse, so things will be a little more okay with the todofam and Dabi isn't as wanted as a murderer and stuff ehe

I still think Toga and Twice would be pushing them from like day one tho

they notice Dabi stuttering the tiniest bit once and are like !!!

Dabi hates it because they're right but goddamn they cannot know

Hawks is oblivious to even his own feelings tho, lmao

Toga and Twice tries to play matchmakers, but it's hopeless when one of them won't ever talk about it, and the other has no idea it's happening

Tokoyami straight up asks Hawks if he's seeing anyone, because he notices the way Hawks smiles and blushes at his phone sometimes, and Hawks insists that they're buddies and can talk about stuff

Hawks is first like what, haha, no?! and then he's like

...unless

Tokoyami is just... o_o

"are you in a relationship or not?"

and Hawks is like m8 I don't even know lmao

I think Natsou would really like Hawks actually, like, on a personal level

they'd be buddies, joking and having a beer and just being effortlessly nice, socialble and chill

Shoto, Fuyumi and Dabi cannot relate lmao

but I think they'd all get along well!

bnha requests open ♥

[tartrazeen]

So not to put this whole-ass post back on everyone's dash, but I just remembered the 'Angus must be really strong to use that mace' and 'Angus (and possibly Rohan himself) said a few times that he taught Rohan how to fight' and that 'Angus is actually really damn good with a sword' thing...

... and I remembered that episode where Garrett first shows up. :D

Yeah, Angus somehow ends up tied to the tree (and gagged, jfc but also hilarious), and Rohan's like "lololol so deirdre do this to you lmao"

But Rohan's joking about that, obviously

What's not a joke is when Angus says some other guy (Garrett) did it. That's immediately when Rohan switches from making fun of Angus' apparently-common-enough-that-Rohan's-not-even-worried-and-just-starts-laughing-about-it plight (there is a WAR going on and Rohan's not even the tiniest bit like, "D: oh no, did maeve do this?!") to being, "Uhhhh, what? One guy? One? Literally?"

And that's to emphasize how dangerous Garrett is, but - like... Angus is the show's comedy relief. They don't portray him as a powerhouse at all - even despite the fact that his weapon is literally huckin' rocks, but he does it with such ease that you go "🤷🏽‍♀️ guess they're hollow rocks" - so the idea that Garrett beats Angus doesn't register as a "WOW, Garrett must be really strong!" moment. That moment only comes after Garrett kicks Rohan's ass (which is such a perfect moment of vindication for Angus, who was both trying to warn Rohan about it and was actively telling Rohan to cut Angus free so he could help).

So - a couple of things here:

D'aww, Angus really doesn't let Rohan face things alone unless he knows it's a sure thing. He definitely doesn't let Rohan fight Ivar alone in the first episode, doesn't let Rohan face Pyre alone (and Angus is nervous around Pyre, so he does actively see that as a threat), and doesn't want him fighting Garrett by himself. It comes off as kind of 'I'd prefer if you didn't' thing in that case though, I think, since he's not freaking out. I guess Rohan can always summon his armour, and switching to using a staff clearly means Garrett's just fuckin' around - and Angus wasn't actually hurt - so it's not super-duper dire.

Compare that to the episode where Rohan loses his courage and Angus is like, ":3 ya go kick torc's ass, buddy" followed by "D: why aren't you kicking his ass?! what's wrong with you, go stab him or something, noooooooo". Also that episode where they're kids and Angus is happily charging for other kids to be huckin' rocks at Rohan. So it isn't Angus babying him, just knowing Rohan better than Rohan knows himself.

From that, you'd have to imagine how much trouble Angus legitimately gets into. Like, we see in the show that a lot is from getting Rohan out of trouble ("fuck i was right about the dragon, ok i'll handle this :("), but with how much Rohan makes fun of Angus for being dumb and never thinking, how many times has Angus done something dangerous or insane off-screen, and how insane was it that Angus is the only one who's regularly in jail despite all the shit we see from Rohan?

And from that, how NORMAL is it for Angus to be tied up, beaten up, mobbed by a group, and targeted that Rohan can just waltz over and be like, ":3 hi fwend"?! And only be surprised that it was one person, not the group of people that it usually is or takes to knock Angus down?

Like, part of me wants to start giving Rohan a little bit of credit for always calling Angus dumb when he's so clearly not dumb. I'm wondering if that could be less "I am more clever and smarter than Angus is" and more "Some guards said they'd break his legs if they caught Angus in the royal pantry again, and Angus thought it was so hilarious that he specifically went back to the pantry, knocked each of them out, tied them up, and then said 'ok now catch me :3'. So anyway, that's why we're having so much supper tonight, and that's why four of the guards have black eyes and head wounds." That kind of dumb.

And that makes me happy because oh shit, has Angus actually been the tank of the group this whole time?! (Maybe not head-on like a 'true' tank, 'cause he's still a sneaky and talky dude, but you get my point.) More importantly, in that episode with the kids, no wonder Rohan's so excited to see someone who was getting kids to pay to huck rocks - it wasn't just that Angus definitely talked him into it, but that Angus would never actually let Rohan get into any real danger. And it also turns it from "Cathbad adopted Rohan" and into "Angus agreed to share custody but he's still basically the primary caretaker, know your place Cathbad"

😭 omg. That makes Rohan immediately running to Angus when he first sets off to find Draganta even cuter! I love iiiiiiiiiiiiit

And I'm now immediately extrapolating this on to the other three: he's their common ground and safety net and he's actively guiding them out of their comfort zone. But in my random idea for an Angus/Garrett dynamic omg 😭 that's kinda what Garrett would be inadvertently doing for Angus 😭 and that's kinda the only time it would happen that way 😭😭😭😭

Polycule can't move forward until everyone contributes

(*cough* Rohan)

(i'm joking - kinda - 'cause like I said, Rohan would tear through Ireland to protect Angus. But so much of their relationship is Angus absolutely knowing Rohan would do that, and doing everything he can - even the crazy 'dumb' stuff - specifically to stop Rohan from ever having to do that.)

(which i love, because it's the heart of this show)

(but also what does angus get in the meantime, if anything rohan wants to do to reciprocate is way too extreme for angus to let happen 🤣)

(does rohan even do the dishes?)

(canonically: nope 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣)

(metaphorically: nope)

(deirdre and ivar do, and by god, i'm gonna say garrett will make it his life's mission just to prove he's best goddamn Dish Doing master. but rohan's gonna make efforts, struggle, forget, and be back to square one over and over again, and that's where angus' ":( he's cursed with being a himbo, i know he's trying, but he has to find some other way to show it 'cause i'm getting nothing right now")

(unless angus is?! 🤔)

And on the 100th time of watching Mystik knights if tir na nog, im starting to ship deidre and angus literally going insane about how angus called her attractive when he thought she couldnt hear him and deidre calling him a handsome idiot when he was not around and dkdfbkfbgkf

They are the only characters with actual romantic Set up from the beginning and the show wants to tell me the end goal is deidre and rowen? No fucking way.

Give me the princess in love with the thief, with the smart orphan that hides behind making a fool of himself and is also an idiot. The thief in love with a princess who thinks he'll never have a chance with her anyway.

I would have never thought i'd ship it so hard one day

[nemeseos-noctua]

Hey darlings! Can I request Xiao, Albedo and Diluc separately carrying reader around for a day because of a bet they lost? Love yall! <3

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: diluc, albedo, xiao (separate) x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: not proofread

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: THIS TOOK SO LONG I’M SO SORRY ANON (i was busy and didnt feel like writing anything for like a month ☹ but im back and ill try and write more, esp since my school year ends in like a month and a half)

oh you could see so much 

Diluc was so tall.... it was great 

“is this what height feels like?”

despite you enjoying every second of it, the pyro typhoon was slowly suffering

HIS REPUTATION !! WHAT HAPPENS TO HIS REPUTATION ???

the answer is nothing (except that Donna is jealous and pissed)

“How much longer are we going to have to do this for?”

“The whole day, obviously! That was the bet!” you cheered, clearly enjoying where you were currently. His suffering for your enjoyment.

The red-haired man sighed and continued walking around, eventually drifting over to the giant tree in the middle of Windrise. 

He stops next to the base of the oak tree, slightly lowering himself down. You weren’t exactly surprised that he could carry your weight, since he wields a giant claymore as a weapon, but you couldn’t feel not just the tiniest bit bad for him.

you guys were playing a guessing game as Diluc took a shift at Angel’s Share last night

“how much is venti gonna drink tonight”

you won, obviously

that damn bard drank at least 50,000 mora’s worth in dandelion wine

HE DOESNT EVEN PAY FOR IT IN MORA 

and thats how you lose money in a business, children

You lowered yourself off of the man’s back, assuming that’s what he wanted. 

“Hey, sorry about the bet...” you trail off, taking a seat on the grass and letting the wind graze your face.

“It’s fine. A bet is a bet.”

“Yeah but--” you stopped. There was absolutely no way that you would win this debate. 

The pyro user looked at you after a few seconds of silence. You usually talked a lot more than this and strongly believed in sharing your thoughts, so what was stopping you now?

“You know what? Let’s just go to the winery and take a walk there together.” You begrudgingly got up from your spot from the cool grass and started to walk in the direction of the winery.

There were a few hurried steps coming from behind you, assumingly from Diluc, but you paid no mind to him. He probably just didn’t wanna leave you behind--

“Woah-- hey! Diluc, wh--”

“A bet is a bet.”

you found yourself on his shoulders this time

dude really ran up and lifted you onto his shoulders

like dipped under you

mans said “woOOP” 

you would kill him but hes too hot for that 😉

You sighed.

A bet is a bet. 

you were taller than the alchemist

not by much, but it was enough that it was wacky as hell

(i hc that Albedo isn’t super strong so he’s struggling even tho he’s a sword user-- tbh i thought that he was a catalyst at first lmao)

it’s so funny because Albedo is literally holding you like a baby being burped while doing some sort of experiment

“Stop kicking before I spill something on the both of us, (Y/N).”

“No.”

The blond sighed and continued to work on some kind of potion. 

It was comforting to be in someone’s embrace again. How long’s it been? Years, maybe...

And soon enough, you fell asleep while the scholar cradled you in his arms. 

i can assure you that he was FREAKING OUT

he was scared that he would wake you up if he put you down on the bed that the he occasionally would sleep on (he survives on caffeine)

but he needed to do this experiment 

like... NEEDED to 

“../N)..? (Y/N), wake up.” You whined in response, not really processing anything that was coming out of Albedo’s mouth. “You won’t be able to sleep later tonight if you continue with your nap.”

“..what time is it..?” you let out a large yawn and covered your mouth. Since you had just woken up, your brain had refused to function properly. And with that, it took you a while to realize that you were laying on a bed. 

Albedo was still working on something (you weren’t sure what) but stopped to wake you up.

he’s cute

but he almost blew up

impressive how you didn’t wake up

“Only around sunset. Come, I’ll make dinner.”

the least i could say is that Xiao was not pleased.

HE WANTED TO COMPLAIN SO MUCH

but he didn’t wanna hurt your feelings 🥺

karmic debt was nothing compared to you feeling sad /j 

karmic debt is horrible :( poor xiao

also being in crowded places was not fun for him

LANTERN RITE !!  he did think that the xiao lanterns were cute 

“Ooh, ooh, look! It’s a food stand,” you excited pointed out from on the yaksha’s back, “wanna get something? There might be almond tofu!”

“Only if there’s--”

“--almond tofu. Yeah, yeah, I know. It’s the only thing you can stomach. Mr. Dream Eater...”

That must’ve struck a chord in him. The “young” man kissed his teeth, showing a hostile attitude that he had never done to you. 

“Just because I agreed to let you win doesn’t mean that I won’t go back on it.” 

secretly he didn’t 

he really enjoyed your company and hates everyone else 

funny because he desires company and love but WHATEVER !

xiao loves you in some type of way 

he adores you and all of your stupidity

and sometimes you mess up and it’s fine

it’s just a “mortal thing” 

(he also makes mistakes but shh)

You remained silent until the two of you reached the food stand, filled with savoury smells and delicious aromatics. Though there was no almond tofu.

“You wanna try somewhere else? I don’t mind going to find a different spot.”

Xiao grumbled. Not like you were the one walking and exerting energy to get from one place to another. 

“Fine.”

“Look... I promise this is gonna be the last place. If we don’t find any, we can go back to Wangshu Inn and ask Verr Goldet for some,” you reasoned. 

The adeptus remained silent, but didn’t show any signs of displeasure. You took it as a yes.

“Wanmin restaurant has some, I think! It’s the best of the best in Liyue too.”

“This better be worth it.”

“Don’t worry, it will! I’ll even pay for it and everything!” He sighed, making his way toward the restaurant. Honestly, you didn’t wanna even get anything to eat. For the most part, it was just spoiling Xiao for once since he never went anywhere and only ate the almond tofu Verr Goldet made at the Inn.

I hope that you can be happy, at least for today.

[mizunetzu]

Mr Mizunetzu’s secret Santa! Kita x reader - cold, cold observations (he loves me so it’s okay)

( @luv-hqs hi HAHA!! I was ur secret Santa >:) Funny story, I accidentally deleted the ask you gave me that had your preferences, but I vaguely remember there being a “Kita” and “angst” LMAO SO I ROLLED WITH THAT TELL ME IF I GOT IT WRONG BUT HEY YALL GET UR FIRST INARIZAKI FIC FROM ME )

⚠️warnings - ANGST? Unintentionally cold Kita baby doesn’t mean it I swear, sad ending

Pronouns - male, he/him

you can find part two here!

——————

“I like you, Kita-kun! Please, please go out with me!”

(Y/n) thrusted himself into a sharp, 90 degree bow, squeezing his eyes shut and balling his hands up into fists, planted firmly against his sides. Kita looked down at him.

“Sure.”

“Wh-“ (Y/n’s) head tossed up, his (h/c)-colored hair whipping back as he did so. “Really?”

Kita nodded. “I like you too, so I don’t see why you’re so surprised. People date people who they like, right?”

A wide smile stretched across (Y/n’s) face, illuminating it just enough to catch the pretty cherry blossom petals fluttering around him. His face shone like the sun, even daring to put the big ball of light to shame. He stood back up, his smile still noticeably big and happy.

“Please take care of me then, Kita-kun.” (Y/n) stepped forward and sheepishly brushed his fingers against Kita’s shoulder.

‘He loves me...’

——

Please take care of me.

It was a simple request. A simple phrase. “Please take care of me,” not in a babied, maternal way, but in the way that (Y/n) hoped him and Kita would be as a lovey-dovey couple you see in romance manga. The kind you see and can’t help but coo at.

“You need to stop flailing your arms around. You’re weakening your spike, (L/n)-kun.”

Kita called out so suddenly, (Y/n) mid-spike, making him sputter and land awkwardly. The ball hit the net with a thud, before landing on the same side of the court it came from. Kita looked at (Y/n) skeptically. It was his normal, straight-laced face, but everyone in the gym could sense the intimidating aura Kita was projecting.

No one wanted to be on the receiving end of that aura, to be cornered by Kita’s judgementful gaze. Yet here (Y/n) was. How unlucky.

“I’m...I’ll do it better next time, Shicchan.”

“Shicchan?”

“W-well...you don’t mind it when I call you that in private, Sh-“

“This isn’t private, (L/n)-kun. We’re in practice.” Kita bore holes into (Y/n’s) skull, who was desperately trying to look anywhere but Kita. Aran scratched the back of his neck.

“Uh-it’s just a nickname dude, plus, you guys are dating, right? So it’s natural that (L/n)-san would call you that.”

“That doesn’t distract from the fact you need to get your spikes over the net, (L/n)-kun. Not on it.” Kita paid Aran no mind, and continued staring down (Y/n) with a heavy, emotionless gaze.

“S-sorry...” (Y/n) shrank back into himself. Everyone who was staring immediately scrambled to look away once Kita looked back. Kita wordlessly walked away.

“Damn, I’m sorry man.” Aran’s eyebrows contorted into a look of pity, while (Y/n) awkwardly chuckled.

“S’fine. He was...probably just having a bad day s’all.” (Y/n) brushed off Kita’s cold judgment faster than Aran expected. He smiled.

“He loves me, so it’s okay.”

——

Today is a good day. (Y/n) hummed as he strolled down the path to practice. In fact, today is a great day. (Y/n) didn’t know why, but it was a great day.

(Y/n) strut into the gym, carrying bag of steamed pork buns he’d bought at the convenience store a few minutes ago. The gyms inhabitants stopped one by one, their focuses shifting from their individual practice to (Y/n) and his bag of food.

Hungry players, especially Atsumu and Osamu, flocked towards (Y/n) with hungry stomachs or a sense of curiousness. Kita caught the ball he was tossing in the air and looked at (Y/n) with blank eyes.

“You’re disrupting practice.” Kita said, not moving an inch from where he was standing. (Y/n’s) smile faltered a bit.

“W-well I just felt like buying the team some food-I feel like we’ve been working hard and we deserve it-“

“You came to practice late to buy food that you could’ve bought after practice?” Kita’s question felt more like a jab at (Y/n’s) chest. Everyone crowding around (Y/n) froze up, a sudden icy-cold shooting down their spines. Kita’s unwanted, scary aura was back.

“I...”

“Why would you do that?” Kita cocked his head to the side. “You’re late to practice-you don’t even have your gym clothes on-and since you have food it’s either we eat it now and can’t practice-because we might get stomachaches-or we eat it after and it gets cold and you waste your money.���

The once bright smile caused by (Y/n’s) ‘good day’ finally cracked. He looked at Kita with embarrassment, trying to play it off with a less cheery, forced smile. He opened his mouth to say something, but his throat closed up and no words came out.

Kita sighed. “Well I don’t want you to waste your money. I guess we’re eating (L/n)-sans steamed buns now.” He turned to the coach. “Is it ok if we take a break from practice? (L/n)-kun brought steamed buns. If we’re lucky we can practice at the end of our practice time once we digest.”

Coach nodded awkwardly. Kita walked up to (Y/n), whose bag of food was being shared and distributed amongst Inarizaki. (Y/n) pressed his lips into a fine line.

“I’m...I’m sorry Shinsuke-kun.” (Y/n’s) happy day was weathered down and left with empty sadness in seconds. He felt so proud and courteous for buying his team a treat purely out of impulse, but now he just felt guilty for disturbing practice.

“It’s alright, I guess.” Kita’s words held no value, as he pecked (Y/n) on the cheek lovelessly. (Y/n) shot him a weak smile, cupping the cheek whom he had kissed gently.

‘He...loves me...so it’s okay.’

‘So it’s okay...’

——

It was such a small gesture. The small act of Kita drawing his hand away when (Y/n) reached out to hold it, him bringing his hand up to lock away in his pocket as they walked through the schools hallways. It was such a small, infinitesimal detail that (Y/n) should’ve brushed off with ease. Y’know, maybe his hand was just cold.

But he couldn’t.

He hesitantly slowed to a stop. “Shin...Kita-kun.”

Kita looked back, a blank look laced with the tiniest amount of confusion weaved inside. “Did something happen?”

“Do you love me?”

Kita dropped his voice down to a whisper. “Of course I do.” It came out his mouth no more than an automated machine would, as he dragged (Y/n) gently to the side of the hallway. “Be careful next time. We’re lucky not much people were around. Someone could’ve heard you.”

‘Heard you?’ (Y/n) furrowed his eyebrows. He wasn’t angry. No, no he wasn’t angry. He just felt like someone hollowed out his insides.

“Is it so bad if people heard me? That I love you and wanna know if you love me too?”

“Yes.”

Kita had no filter. He announced it like saying ‘The sky is blue’, stating it like a fact he expected (Y/n) to know. And he wasn’t even adorning a stern or intentionally harsh face while he said it. Though, it was the way Kita said it so bluntly and emotionlessly that made it hurt the most.

But now that (Y/n) thought about it, when was the last time Kita smiled because of him?

Has he ever even seen him smile?

Has he ever seen, touched, or heard any sort of proof of his love?

Of Kita Shinsuke’s love?

(Y/n) downcast his face. “I just wanted to hold your hand.”

“You know how people feel about gay relationships. Not even my baa-san knows yet. So what if one of our classmates see-“

“-but the whole team knows-!”

“-and I trust the team. They won’t say a word until we’re sure and ready to tell everyone.”

(Y/n) stayed silent after that. Then, he opened his mouth.

“...Then do you trust me?”

It came out like a cracked, hoarse whisper. Kita, for once, look stunned. His eyebrows raised slightly and his eyes widened, even if it were just a little bit.

“Of course I do.”

Another automated response.

(Y/n) nodded, letting Kita lead them back to the middle of the hallway to walk to practice. (Y/n) gave up on trying to hold Kita’s cold, cold hands, and instead thought solemnly to himself.

‘He...he loves...’

He paused. He looked over at Kita, who was looking straight ahead. He looked back down to his walking feet.

‘Does he love me?’

——

Kita looked around the gym. He saw Atsumu and Osamu yelling at each other about something he couldn’t quite make out, Suna fishing out his phone from his pocket, and Ginjima chatting and peppering a volleyball back and forth with Aran.

But no (Y/n).

Kita tapped Suna on the shoulder, who was zooming in and taking pictures of Osamu’s disgusted face. He hummed in acknowledgement, now trying to zoom in on Atsumu on the ground.

“Have you seen (L/n)-kun today?”

“In class, yeah. At practice, no.” Suna murmured. Kita nodded and thanked him for the info. That meant he was at school today, at least.

Excusing himself from practice, Kita stepped out of the gym. I mean, why wouldn’t he be worried about the whereabouts of his boyfriend? Especially with how odd he’s been acting, Kita couldn’t help but worry just a smidge.

After what seemed like hours of pointless searching, he eventually found a mop of (h/c)-hair sitting on a stone bench under the same cherry tree (Y/n) had confessed to him to. Kita had checked the place on impulse, not actually expecting to see someone there, but it was better than nothing. Kita walked up to the boy sitting with his back faced to him, and without even saying anything, (Y/n) gave a small hum.

“Mm.” Was all he said. His back was slouched, and he was still in his school uniform. His school bag laid pathetically strewn on the grass next to him, and if Kita could see his expression, it was probably unreadable.

“Practice is going on.”

“Mhm.”

“You should be at practice.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Why aren’t you going to practice?”

“Is everything about practice with you?” (Y/n) lifted his head. His voice was still calm, but it raised in volume ever so slightly. “Practice, practice, practice. What about how I feel?”

Kita opened his mouth to say something, but for the first time, nothing came out. He didn’t know what to do. Was he mad at him? Did he do something wrong?

“I...” (Y/n) choked back his words, letting out a sigh and slumping down on the stone bench once more. He flicked a fallen cherry blossom petal off his shoulder. “Never mind. I don’t feel like going to practice, tell coach th-“

“Is there something wrong?”

Kita question had come out of nowhere. (Y/n) bunched his hands into fists. “...now you notice?” He turned around, red in the face and tears falling freely in unison with the bittersweet cherry blossoms falling mockingly around them. “Tell me, Kita,”

“Do you love me?”

Kita furrowed his eyebrows. “...of course I-“

“”of course I do.” That’s what you always say..! Say something else, dammit! Say you love me!”

(Y/n) abruptly rose from his seat, stepping over the bench and grabbing Kita by the collar. He pulled him closer to his face, shaking him by the shirt with knuckles that almost turned white.

“M-Make me believe that you love me!” (Y/n’s) tears cascaded down his face, flinging in the air as he whipped his head down so suddenly. Small, choked sobs ripped through (Y/n), yet all Kita could do was stare. Stare with his blank, emotionless face. (Y/n) took his silence as his answer. The silence was so loud.

“...I think we should break up.” Kita’s eyes widened.

“Why?”

(Y/n’s) iron clad grip on Kita’s shirt loosened, he stepped back, face feeling raw after crying. “I don’t want to be with someone who can’t tell me they love me. Once you can tell me you love me, and mean it, I’m all ears.”

“(L/n)-kun-“

(Y/n) reached over the bench and pulled his school bag up, dusting off the stupid pink petals that littered around his bag. He slung it over his shoulder numbly, and shot a curt “See you tomorrow.” At Kita.

All Kita could do was stare. With the emotionless face he now wished held more vibrancy.

“...I love you, (Y/n).”

It came out foreign on his lips. It was the first time he’d said those words, hadn’t it? I love you. A cracked whisper, and even then it sounded like it held no value. Kita took one last linger at the now-empty schoolyard, and walked back to practice.

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When Kita came back to the gym, everyone was sitting in a semi-circle surrounding a whiteboard. Various lineups and positions were drawn hastily on the board, and everyone looked towards the gym door which Kita had come in through. He silently dragged his feet over to the circle of players, and took a seat behind Aran.

“Where were you?” Aran whispered. Kita ignored him, the lump in his throat stinging and bloating his vocal cords up to the point he couldn’t talk.

Every moment, every interaction, every cold, cold observation Kita ever had with (Y/n) flashed before his eyes. The coach’s voice and the squeak of the whiteboard marker melded together as memories of how kind (Y/n) had been played like a dvd in his mind. He’s been so warm. So, so fucking warm. Every piece of warmth (Y/n) shared with him, he took for granted when he told himself he wouldn’t. He wasn’t normally like that. But he’s been so, so cold.

Silent, hot tears blurred Kita’s vision. They fell slowly, and dripped onto the hardwood floor with no meaning whatsoever. He was so cold. He clasped his hands together, shaking, and trying to hush his ragged breathing and sniffles. He felt so cold. Eventually, the coach stopped talking, and one by one players started turning around, asking if Kita was ok.

But he wasn’t. He was so cold.

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Kokoro is brokoro in Mr Mizunetzu’s Christmas event

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distracted - mai zenin x reader

request: “could you write a fluff for mai please? also can the reader be gender neutral? thank you have a nice day.” - @hitchsimp

summary: reader and mai are interrupted in their baseball practice when mai’s daydreaming about the reader causes her to get hit in the face by a baseball and reader tends to her injuries. takes place before the baseball game in episode 21. (genre: fluff, friends to lovers, slice of life-ish)

word count: 1.1k

warnings: mentions of violence and blood (nothing graphic), a couple swear words, lowkey oblivious reader lmao, the tiniest bit of angst

a/n: since the request was pretty broad i decided to go with some friends to lovers since it’s one of my fave fluffy tropes but if u wanted just general fluffy hcs or something else feel free to let me know!!

“hey! wait for me!” mai heard your all too familiar voice behind her as you jogged towards her to keep pace. your cleats dug into the dirt with each step, and mai could feel her steps halt as she waited for you. personally, mai felt that the baseball game was a stupid and childish way to determine a winner to the exchange event, but that didn’t seem to stop her from agreeing to practice with you in the days leading up to the ‘big game’ as you liked to call it.

truth be told, if it had been anyone else asking her to practice, mai would have probably scoffed and chosen to practice on her own, or even not at all. but for some reason, she couldn’t seem to help herself as she followed you to the small baseball field that went mostly unused by the school.

she’d always seemed to have something of a soft spot for you, that everyone else seemed to notice but you. the usually blunt and sometimes rude girl let her guard down around you, allowing you to see her soft side.

however, even you seemed to test her patience a little bit now that you hit her square in the nose during your practice.

to be honest, it was more so her fault, though she’d blame it on you, saying you distracted her. as you began to warm up with a simple game of catch, mai felt herself zoning out. it wasn’t her fault you looked so damn good in that baseball uniform the school had gifted everyone for the game. her baseball glove stayed up, sure, but she let her mind wander when her eyes glanced from the hair that peeked out from your cap, to the way your uniform hugged your body so well. she swore you were gonna be the death of her.

except, you might literally be the death of her after the ball you tossed to her bounced off the top of her glove and hit her straight in the nose.

“oh shit! are you okay?”

immediately, you rushed over to her side as she clutched her now bloodied nose. pulling off your glove, you grabbed her free hand in yours.

“i have a first aid kit in my dorm, it’s the least i can do to say sorry.” you said, your voice filled with concern.

“don’t worry about it,” mai muttered, hoping that her flushed face could be attributed to a bruise, rather than her embarrassment at how casually you held her hand “i’ll sleep it off, it’s no big deal.”

“ah, come on! we can’t have our star player being injured, can we?” you turned to her with a smile and gave her a wink. she tried her best to seem nonchalant as she let out a scoff, despite how she let you tug her along to your dorm. she hoped that you would also ignore the sly look todo gave the two of you as you made your way down the hallway hand in hand.

once you entered your room, you gestured for her to take a seat on your bed and gave her an ice pack to keep her nose from bruising, which she did without protest, surprisingly enough. meanwhile, you rifled through your drawers looking for some tissues, holding them up triumphantly when you managed to fish them out.

she felt the weight of the bed shift as you took a seat next to her, and turned her gaze to make eye contact with you. with a surprising amount of gentleness for a jujutsu sorcerer like yourself, you grabbed her wrist and moved it from its spot hovering over her nose so you could move to stop the bleeding. her breath hitched slightly when you leaned in even closer to dab her nose with a tissue.

“sorry again about this.” your voice is so soft that she can almost feel it on her face due to the close proximity of you too. sure, she was used to her injuries being tended to, it was only a part of daily life as a sorcerer. but there was something so different about when you did it, rather than a school nurse. you were so gentle, like you were afraid that one wrong move could break her. it was so refreshing to her, growing up around maki, who seemed to only want her to toughen up, you on the other hand just wanted her to feel cared for.

truth is, the reason mai has such a soft spot for you is that you’re one of the only people who makes her feel like a teenager. you aren’t so stuck up about your status like some of your other classmates, you just want to enjoy life. to her, you’re so comforting, because she feels she can be her true self around you instead of putting up a ‘tough’ front.

snapping her out of her daze, you waved a hand in front of her face. “maiiiii?” you drew out her name as you said it, “don’t tell me i gave you a concussion or something.”

she wordlessly raised an eyebrow at your teasing smile.

“you know, now that i think about it, you’ve been kinda spacey all day. do you need to see a nurse?” despite your lighthearted tone, she could tell you were legitimately concerned that she may have hit her head during the group battle.

mai broke eye contact, worried if she looked you in the eyes you’d completely break down her tough exterior. “just some bruises, no big deal.”

you put a finger to your chin in thought for a moment, before looking up, clear that you’d come up with an idea. “i’ll kiss it better for you!”

now this got mai’s attention real quick. she turned her head so fast she might as well have gotten whiplash. “what?!”

“well when i was younger my mom would always kiss my bruises better, it always seemed to work for me!” you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. mai shrugged in response, figuring that if she remained stoic, she could indulge in this moment with you, even if it was just for a few seconds.

she fluttered her eyelashes closed as you leaned in, expecting you to kiss her on the nose where the bruise was. what she was not expecting, however, was the feeling of your lips pressed against hers. not that she was complaining, obviously, she was quick to kiss back, as if it was her only opportunity. she felt you smile into the kiss, signaling that you knew the feelings were mutual.

“by the way,” you said as you pulled away “i think you look really cute in your baseball uniform too.”

god, you really were gonna be the death of her.