#but his attitude is just bitchy and clingy

[i-am-church-the-cat]

George Russell amazes me bc he looks so cool but then he has the attitude of a wet sock

[hyhkai]

∾ manwhore, mansplain, manipulate | sb

[ 🐬 ] — after having the displeasure of meeting the most annoying, son of a- nevermind, mansplaining cockalorum of your college, who you couldn't have figured to be the pervert type, and who you realize is also a dunce after he won't leave you alone though your annoyance was always written on your face, it's clear, it's obvious he'll only get shoo'ed away at one cost. or at least you think he will, since you've had enough of his bitchy attitude.

cw : PUBLIC, arguing, annoying clingy soobin, soobin's personality in this is quite the opposite from his real one, handjob, degrading crazy amounts.

a/n ; DO BLEACHERS EVEN HAVE SPACES BEHIND THEM, in this they do I couldn't care less, fuck, the title is the male version of gaslight gatekeep girlboss, and I totally made this plot on the spot while writing please.

you almost slammed the pen down onto the desk in a class so quiet that you could hear the clock ticking if paid attention to enough, looking behind after soobin poked at your back for the third time this class. "what. just what is it that you want from me?"

"nothing." he said, placing his head down on his own desk. those eyes may be doe, but they're like a siren to fucking run.

this is the kind of boy who makes you feel special, then ghosts you.

the cute kind of those, too.

"then don't poke me like that" you mumbled, turning your head ahead. you swear if it was possible for you to punch him if he even tried to talk to you during this class again, you would.

he's always been so... desperate, it's that he wants something from you but won't say it out loud, won't use his calculated words.

"y/n," to which he got no response, so he resorted to shaking your chair.

"what the f-" you looked back at him, a look of disappointment, anger and annoyance all over. "fuck you."

"I wish." he mumbled, looking into your eyes with no regret of what he just said.

"oh, wow." you said, and smiled without wanting to. "you're crazy."

"i know, right?" he shook his head in sarcastic thought. "I am kind of crazy."

"now please if you stay quiet, l could pay attention." and to your surprise, he stayed quiet throughout the entirety of what was left of the class. no poking, no chanting your name like a mantra. but it was not a reaction you'd usually get from soobin, he's always been the guy to fuck around with no remorse. and that is, very obvious, he is a dunce.

he's dunce enough to not even realize he is one.

class done, bag packed — you just wanted to get out and go back to your house, eat and sleep like you'd usually do, or like to do. but, alas, there was one thing hindering your peace and happiness — choi soobin. this one heck of a man who would fuck any object that is a good fleshlight alternative, a man who'd be happy from just fingering you.

and that, to you, is a problem.

how can a guy, with a face like that — a build like that, keep on poking and poking and poking at you until you've had enough and slap him across the face, just to get off on it? it's asinine.

so when you're walking out of the building, annoyed that your bag's strap keeps falling off your shoulder — and you spot him on the bleachers, there's one thing you make a mental note of.

change your route to the exit, please.

he almost jumped three stairs down when he saw you, lollipop clung onto his mouth's roof as he swirled it around.

"hey!" he lifted his hand in the air as a way of waving at you.

the loser's back at it again.

you didn't even look, didn't even glance at his figure that can only be described as perfect as he grabbed your bag. it got snatched right away because of just how loose you kept it on your shoulders.

"i said hey." he said again, looking at your exasperated, pretty face when you turned around.

"give that back, loser." you retorted, turning around, your head tilting forward with every word.

"sorry, what?" he said, putting a hand behind his ear to hear you better.

the fucker is now mocking your height? he is mocking your height? him?

"i said, give that back." you said, closing your eyes for a while so you can imagine smacking his face. "give me my bag back."

he laughed at your demands, looking in the direction of the building and right back at you.

"no"

you didn't realize before this that a single word can also hold so much meaning and depict just how much of an absolute motherfucker a man can be.

"no? no?! seriously?!" you looked up at his face that was only giving you realization after realization that he's a slutty bitch. "what do you want from me?"

he suckled on his candy for a while, looking as if in deep thought. but to no surprise with his next statement. "not much, really."

oh really now? not much? it's so obvious since the day he saw you, that in his mind he thought it won't be long until he's going to have you in his lap. is that not too much to ask for?

"just a bit of your time, is all." he continued, looking at the badges pinned on the front of your bag.

“You can’t for one second act like a man can you? You're such a cunt!” you feel like you could rip out your hair with how frustrating he's being. with the amount of cockiness he thinks he's so cool to be binding his personality with, you could beat him up with no regrets. "what do you want from me?! attention? tutoring? pussy?—"

"yeah."

"what?" your face contorted when he responded to the word that was merely a mockery of his wants and needs. "huh." you clicked your tongue. of course your assumptions about him only wanting to get his fill were true.

you grabbed his arm and pushed him further back, until the two of you were behind the bleachers. he didn't react to your very aggressive methods of traveling until you stopped.

"what the fuck are you doin—" he attempted at a protest as he dropped your bag to the ground, but was ultimately shut up with you pulling his head down vehemently and crashing your lips against his, and even though you're the one who initiated the kiss, his response is more enthusiastic than any guy you've ever gotten with — and it's so sloppy, it's unexpected from a boy with lips as plush as his.

maybe it's wrong to do this, maybe it's right, but it's the only way to stop this boy who's been wanting to fuck you for months now. "is this what you wanted? huh?" you asked, looking up at him, his locks of hair between your fingers as he looked at you with lips parted. you took advantage of his state, putting your thumb in his mouth, pressing against his tongue.

"hng—" his hand, as if by ultra instinct, crawled to your waist. maybe it's a form of affection, or maybe he's a desperate slut. "who told you you could touch me with your crusty hands?"

he sucks and licks on them, surprising you as you feel his tongue swirl…fuck, how badly did you misread him? he's liking it?

he couldn't respond, this wasn't the way he'd expected to end up today at all — but hey, he isn't complaining. you rubbed your knee against his crotch, pinning him against the back of the bleachers.

please, someone don't be here.

"keep your mouth open." he was holding back his urge to bite down onto your thumb, as the stiffness of his body finally gave out and he stood straight up. you fed him your index finger, pressing your knee against his crotch again, rubbing as your brain went airplane mode. this isn't the best way to stop his bullshit, no, but you like it this way. him, on the other hand? he loves it this way, the slut is just too shy to admit it.

"awh, the manwhore is too shy to talk back now?" you pulled your fingers out, bubbles and strings of saliva on the pads of your fingers when your hands slipped into his pants after unzipping them, and you felt just how horny he can get in a span of a few minutes. he's enjoying this.

"um, so— holy shit— wh—” hes stumbling over his words. his hands are limp to protest against you, and his cock is too hard for him to protest against you.

you clasp your hand over his mouth, weakly, but he stills shuts up his ramble and jumble of words, blinking at you from above, with those god damn pretty eyes.

"shut up. just shut up. i bet you jerk off your stupid dick all night thinking about me, fucking whore."

his eye twitched at the statement, but he still does. "please fuck me." he requested while being muffled and jumbled.

"I am," you said as a matter of fact, tugging at his cock slowly. "I'm touching you, soobin."

"but, not completely." and this just showed how much of a demanding brat he is, not satisfied with the bare minimum friction he's getting.

"tch, tch, such a desperate man. aren't you happy a girl like me is touching your disgusting dick?" pressing your thumb on his tip to which his eye twitched, trying to grab your wrist to stop the pressure.

You could feel his breath on your neck—hot and heavy, which makes you feel things, to your demise — makes you wet, as you moved his hand out of the way for you, and after slight resistance, he pathetically lets you, followed by a whimper following shortly after when you start to slowly palm him. The moment you feel it twitched, you halt your movement, removing your hand from his crotch all together.

"h-hah.. h-huh? yeahh... yeah— fuck, please please, touch it properly, please—" he finally broke, letting out a whine he wishes you didn't hear, but judging by the smirk on your face, you definitely did. and it was hot— fuck, it was the sexiest thing he's ever done.

"ugh, I don't have all day for this." you shook your head, stretching the waistline of his bottoms forward and shoving you hands down again.

"holy fuuccck." he whispered, marvelling at the touch of your nails on the underside of his tip.

you twisted your hand as you jerked at his tip, causing his knees to bend an inch and his hips to buckle, closing his eyes shut. "shut the fuck up, soobin. don't need any student hearing you getting your cock jerked off, do we?" to which he mindlessly nodded, his head thrown back against the harsh metal that's probably heated up from the summer rays.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," he cursed under his breath, head tilting side to side every now that then, his chest heaving up and down. you squeezed his dick with your palm, causing his eyelids to squeeze. this sight has your panties in a bunch, but you can't show him that.

you press harder, his breaths knocked out of him, a slight squeak by the end that has his ears turning red and heated. you looked down at the sight of your hands shoved down his denims. "hah, do you not know when to stop annoying a girl? when to quit with your antics, and be a good boy? do you have no shame?” you mock, feeding his desire to be degraded that you're sure he has from the way he's reacting.

"is this— fuck, h-hah, is this the way you put all annoying guys in their place?" he questioned, managing to flutter his eyes open. he looked at you from the corner of his eye, trying to hide his face that was turning pink.

you laughed at the question, still looking down, index finger nudging his balls. "maybe it is. will that stop you from being an absolute annoying slut? will it?"

he couldn't respond, of course he couldn't — he's busy marvelling at the feeling of your warm, soft hands so all he could do was shake his head vehemently in a no.

what a slut!

"of course it wouldn't, pathetic whores like you only think from their dicks. you're a shameless bitch, soobin."

he couldn't protest, couldn't respond to the insults thrown at him — he's breathing is so messed up now his back is rubbing up and down the metal. "I'm gonna— I'm—" and he came in his pants, which will surely be a disaster for him to wash out afterwards.

you pulled your hand out, disguising your arousal with disgust at the sight of cum on your fingers, which you scrubbed off on the pockets of his pants, lifting your bag off the ground and throwing it on your shoulder. "keep being annoying."

i can write a whole fic explaining why I should give up on writing. okay goodbye. thank you for reading my garbage <3

[hiskillingjar]

hello! what kind of reactions do you think the btd characters might have to a normally very serious and aloof mc suddenly breaking down and becoming clingy and needy? btw i loooooooove the way you characterize strade 💗💗💗💗💗

thank you! i love writing him so i'm glad others love it too :3

ren 🦊

i, ah- 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 !!!!!!!!

of course ren would love it. of course he would!

he was so nervous about you being so aloof and distant the first couple of weeks, after all...maybe he wondered if all of this was even worth it :(

but the second you started acting clingy and needy around him, he would go fucking INSANE he would be so so happy

granted he might be a little "🤨" at first, wondering if you were trying to manipulate him. so he'd for sure give it a day or two just to be sure

maybe he'd expect you to prove just how much you need him...maybe a couple of nights in the basement by yourself would do you good, anyway...

but then he wouldn't be able to stop himself from getting just as clingy and needy with you too, so you're just a couple of codependent loved up sweethearts aw!

i'm sure nothing bad will happen there!

law 🥀

i mean law kind of is the aloof and distant one so...they would probably think the attitude change is a little strange

like, why are you behaving this way now? you've been fine for days, you shouldn't be behaving like this...i have to go to work, let go of me...settle down...

they'd take a couple of days to get used to it, for sure, and might even be a little annoyed and short with you in the meantime

but slowly...slowly...

they'd like the way you cling so tightly to them when you slept, and how much you'd grown accustomed to sitting around in their flat all day while they were out without a word of complaint

you get so happy and excited when they come home too...it's a lot easier to read your emotions when you're like this and they can't deny it's kind of nice to have someone so happy to come home to

and the fact that you're so needy, you let them get away with a lot more...gone for days at a time, that's okay, just come home to me, please! leaving behind a couple of bruises when you have sex, that's okay, you didn't mean it!

maybe they'd want to make you even needier...dependent, almost

strade 🔨

girl. come on.

why are you giving this man any degree of leverage over you

you just KNOW he is going to do the worst possible thing with this

he'd expect you to prove just how needy you really are, and how much you really wanted him. i mean, you go from being aloof and bitchy to totally desperate in an instant, how could he NOT want some kind of proof that it's genuine?

and then he'd find it absolutely hilarious.

you're still so needy after everything i do to you, really? haha, how cute! i really thought you'd be smarter than that <3

he'd definitely soak in it for a little while and just. totally let his ego swim in how much you need him

it's hard for a guy to resist someone being dependent on them...or at least that's what he tells himself

he would then start to use it against you, just to see you get all worked up and upset...and easier to play with

you let him get away with so much, after all, how far can he push that until you're doing everything you can to get away from him?

and he loves pushing you as hard as he can, after all

he's never been that good at resisting you...

[rigginsstreet]

i beg you don't embarrass me, motherfucker

the upside of dating steve harrington was that he was hot as shit.

the downside of dating steve harrington was that he was hot as shit. and also kind of a bitch.

it's billy's fault, really. he should've known better when dating a guy nicknamed king.

the one good thing about being gay in indiana, though, is that secrecy is a requirement, which billy doesn't have a problem with. the thought of publicly displaying his affections makes his skin crawl. he's got no problem doing it with the girls he pretends to be interested in because that's all it is - pretend.

but when he really means that shit... it's a harder pill to swallow.

and none of this really bodes well with steve harrington's style of dating. billy knows from his brief overlap of being in town while harrington and wheeler were still a happy item that the guy likes to be clingy, needs constant attention and validation of his affections and he wants to put it all on display for the world to see. and billy can't give that to him.

so he goes looking for it elsewhere.

the one good thing about being gay in indiana is the secrecy, but that rule doesn't extend to billy's sister or his best friend.

heather was never supportive of billy's taste in men. warned him plenty of times that steve was a dick and a leopard doesn't change its spots. but billy had waved of all concerns by saying they weren't even in a serious relationship and that heather didn't know steve like he did. heather and steve hated each other, of course she was gonna see the worst in him.

max was supportive. at first. until dustin started coming around with stories of steve and the new girls he was picking up, gloating about him like he was some golden god of women. and max would come fuming into billy's room asking if he knew about this shit, and billy would sigh and explain to her that it was just steve keeping up appearances to throw the scent off their trail.

"oh, is that why he had his tongue down tina's throat?" max accused.

and billy would have to pretend like he wasn't embarrassed. like he was in on the joke.

the thing with billy is that he doesn't let himself fall often, because when he does it's like a ten ton boulder down the side of a steep cliff. and shame isn't a color he wears well. he's gotten enough of that for a lifetime from neil, and since he's thankfully fucked off now, billy doesn't want to face it ever again.

which is maybe why he snaps at tommy's party.

he came here with steve, but now he's currently watching him dance with some chick with ten pounds of hair and double the makeup. laughing his preppy little ass off as she gyrates her dainty little lady parts all over him.

and yeah, billy can handle a bitchy attitude and some temper tantrums. and he can even wave off vague flirtations that he only hears about secondhand.

but this shit? right in front of his face? that's where he draws a line in the sand.

so he crumples the red plastic cup in his hand, not caring that beer spills out from the top, spotting the hagans' carpet, and throws it full force at the wall beside him, causing those nearby to jump, probably wondering what the hell set him off, if there's gonna be some grand billy hargrove performance.

but no. they'll just have to make due watching his ass walk out the door.

-

billy's sitting on the steps outside his house the next day, smoking a cigarette, when the beemer pulls up.

it's half expected, half not. billy braces himself for a fight anyway.

"you ditched me last night," is what steve says once he's up the sidewalk, a few feet in front of billy. he doesn't sound mad really. maybe a little offended.

billy sucks on his cigarette. blows out the smoke, his eyes never leaving steve. "got hit by a sudden wave of nausea," he says. "didn't wanna ralph in front of the party. didn't think you'd notice."

"why wouldn't i notice? we came together. i was looking all over for you."

billy shrugs, taking another pull of his smoke. "you seemed preoccupied."

it looks like steve's playing a tape in his head of the previous night, trying to pinpoint what exactly the fuck billy's talking about until it must finally click. "man, are you talking about that thing with cindy?" he laughs. like billy's fucking joshing him. "that was nothing!"

billy finishes his smoke, flicking it into the grass before standing up. "yeah, well, it something to me." he turns to walk up the steps, leaving this conversation - and steve - behind, but he's stopped with a hand on his arm.

"aw, billy, c'mon-"

"don't!" billy spins around, hands shoving steve square in the chest. watches his face go from jovial to nervous in two seconds flat.

good. the prick should be fucking nervous.

"you think you can walk around doing whatever the fuck you want like you own this town, but guess what? you don't! and you sure as shit don't own me!"

steve watches him with wide eyes, clearly out of his depth. this isn't the meeting he came here for. billy doesn't really give a shit. "billy, i-"

"i stood up for you, motherfucker," billy seethes, shoving steve again with two pointed fingers. "you know how many times heather's tried getting me to leave your ass alone? how many times max has threatened to castrate you because you can't keep it in your fucking pants?"

"i haven't slept with anyone else!"

"i don't care!" billy bellows. he's making a fucking scene. he hopes the neighbors aren't home. "i'm prime fucking real estate, baby! back in cali i had guys lining up the fucking block to get a piece of this! you think i just give this up to anybody?" steve opens his mouth, but billy cuts him off. "don't answer that! i defended you, asshole. and you make me look like a fucking idiot."

"i didn't think you cared..." steve says after a moment of stunned silence.

and that stuns billy. but he recovers quickly. "of course i fucking care. i wouldn't be doing this-" he gestures between the two of them, "-if i didn't."

"well you don't exactly express feelings very well." it's mostly teasing, billy thinks, but still that undercurrent of signature harrington bitch. "but-" he takes a step closer. "-if you're serious about this, then i am, too." another step.

"i swear to god if i have to sit through an 'i told you so' speech from maxine or heather because of some shit you pull-"

"is this your way of saying you love me?" steve grins, all cocksure and obnoxious, closing the distance until he and billy are standing toe to toe.

"don't press your luck," billy breathes in the space between them. "i'm serious, steve. i don't do thi- this is new for me, alright? and, i don't know if you've noticed, but i don't really handle rejection well."

"yeah, no shit," steve chuckles. "i'll be on my best behavior from now on. scout's honor." he holds up the three finger scout salute in mockery, but billy thinks, hopes, there's a sincerity in his eyes that he can hold him to.

billy rolls his eyes, mainly at himself for wanting to kiss the idiot right now. he almost does, too, until he remembers where they are and prying eyes could be watching.

he settles for another shove, this time to steve's shoulder, before turning back towards the house. "c'mon," he says, nodding his head towards the door. "nobody's home. you can give me a proper apology."

billy hears footsteps behind him before he even gets his whole sentence out.

[x0401x]

Hello....Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

I've been asked my top 10 before, but never from all of the media I love and I've never been asked to elaborate on why I love them. Not to mention that the list changes as I watch/read new stuff, so it's good to update it. Then again, I don't watch live action that much, so I'm afraid it's gonna be all animanga/books, if you don't mind.

I must say, though, that it was impossible to decide on 10 this time around. So I resorted to listing my top 5. The list is in no particular order, by the way.

1. Kuchiki Rukia

So this one was an instant fave and I don't even think I need to explain much. Badass, kindhearted, A+ sense of humor. Just checks all the boxes. Also love her unique character design.

2. Gilbert Bougainvillea

I strictly mean the book version of him. Gil was one of the very few fictional characters to ever surprise me. I love how unapologetically emotional he is and how he's always making sure the people he holds dear get to live a happy life. The way he's such a "family and friends first" kinda guy and yet nobody seems to realize it simply because he looks like the aloof type is bitterly relatable for me. Also the way he acknowledges how unfair life is for him despite being brough up in an environment that, in theory, had everything to meet all his needs, and yet tries to make the best of it all. And my God, the amount of Respect Women Juice that this guy drinks. Goals as a human being, tbh. (Yes, the books are that different from the anime.)

3. Oikawa Tsurara

I normally don't vibe all that much with characters like Tsurara, but she quite literally opened new horizons for me in fandom. Imagine the dumb, clingy servant girl stereotype turned upside down. You start out fearing that she'll fit into the Mold TM, and before you realize it, she's risen to become an upper officer in command of two clans and is endgame with the protagonist (with three more guys pinning after her). Except this isn't a Cinderella kind of journey; she was always treated by her love interest as an equal and was always portrayed as having immense potential. Her jealousy of her rivals seems comical but is actually valid, as her suspicions always hit home. She's smart and strong and not at all delusional, and the story makes sure to give her a steady growth. She never becomes overpowered, but the protagonist only gets to that level because of her.

4. Takigawa Masaki

Again, book version. Motherfucker just be casually defying every god in existence because y'all can't just try to kill my disciple like that, what the actual fuck. The "Catch These Hands" priest, because he'll punch the shit outta whoever gets between him and the little bitch who tried to harm his students. And then he'll fuck into his shrine in the middle of the woods like nothing happened. His main occupation, however, is to be hot as hell. Truly an icon.

5. Sheryl Nome

Same as with Tsurara, I normally don't vibe much with characters like Sheryl, but holy fuck, the amount of respect I have for this woman. Macross is a franchise that specializes in taking archetypes and tropes and subverting them completely, and Frontier is my favorite because the character handling in this thing is good fucking food.

Sheryl has such an attitude but she can back it up. And she does it in ways that are charismatic, rather than annoying or bitchy. She absolutely never puts herself down and is never portrayed as actually fragile and inoffensive on the inside. The narrative gets points too for never going "she's amazing but she won't ever be as good as the protagonist". And she's cute, sure, but she's also dangerous and is out there to get what she wants. Yet there's so much heart to her. So much passion and admiration for all things alive and for connecting with them through music. She usually only does what she wants but is so ridiculously selfish with the people she cherishes. Easily one of the most extremely complex and absurdly cool femme fatales in animanga.

[foxhole-pipe-dream]

u said in ur pinned that ur a neil-ship enthusiast, who do u ship him with? :)

Oh BOY.... Andrew is a given, of course. Andreil is my #1. They're soulmates!

But Kevneil and Jeaneil is right after that. And... Hear me out... HEAR ME OUT—

Allison & Neil. I read one fic that made me like it and I dunno, I love the concept of Neil getting the hot girl like Seth was afraid of. Remember that scene in TFC where she sat beside Neil on his first day? Just to make Seth jealous? Yeah.

Two bad bitches! I think Allison's bitchiness and Neil's attitude problem would complement each other well. They'd be a nightmare. She'd spoil and dress him just like Andrew, LISTEN. The only thing stopping me from writing it is lack of plot ideas but I like it. Plus Allison is my favorite girl fox <3

I've been liking Kevneil more and more recently. Outside of their bickering, they just care so much and want to push each other to be their best selves. Their pasts are intertwined! No one understands the horrors of the Wesninskis more than Kevin does. They watched a man get chopped to bits together! They're childhood friends! They'd be unstoppable together, on and off the court! I love it.

I had trouble seeing it at first, but Neil became a new person after he fell in love with Andrew and I can see the same case for Kevin. He deserves to be soft and in love. He deserves to be a clingy cuddly boyfriend, I think. (But still difficult sometimes.)

And ofc, I love Kandreil.

Once I get these Kevneil/Kandreil wips out, it's over for everyone!

I liked Jeaneil a bit before TSC. I liked that Jean looked after him in the Nest and how Neil reciprocated in his own way through confrontations with Kevin & Ichirou. But after reading TSC, it solidifies it. Their interactions give me life. Neil equally being the bane of his existence but also forever loyal to him and dedicated to keeping him safe. Just. AUGH. They're forever partners.

And I don't ship Neil & Matt, per se, but I can see it and wouldn't mind writing it. Matt would dote on him so much and it's what he deserves! It's cute.

[thebestofoneshots]

✩ Star : Idk how to describe myself so sorry if this is bad 💀

Personality: kinda mean/ bitchy (I’m working on it 😭), keeps to myself, INTP, awkward, shy, funny when you get to know me, very calm, Loyal

Physical Appearance: Plus size, African - American, Cubby face, Cat pretty (if you know what that means), 5’7 so around 170.18 cm?

Hobbies: Blogging, writing, dancing, singing, and reading

I’m open to poly!marauders too btw 🤍🤍

If you want to participate in "TBOS' 400 Followers Celebration" too, you can look at this post for all the options of prompts you can choose form <3

☆ Star: send a short description of yourself and I’ll tell you who I ship you with!

I ship you with Remus & James! In first year they were both kinda scared of you, with your closed off vibe and your slightly bitchy attitude, but Remus was the first one to realize it wasn’t that you were actually mean, but that you were a little shy instead, and that you would rather stay inside and read a book to go out and party like his friends would. As the most introverted of his own group of friends, he totally understood.

Eventually, and mostly thanks to Remus’ insistence, you joined their friend group, and you were glad, since Lily, Marlene, Mary were such fantastic girlfriends you actually enjoyed spending time with them, instead of locking yourself up the library and reading on and on until your eyes hurt.

Sirius and you did not get along at first, he thought your mean attitude meant you were stuck up, which is something James couldn’t understand at all, he thought you were lovely. From the way you moved, to the way you spoke, he once heard you singing to yourself too, and that’s when he knew he was a goner. James was the first one to fall for you, he had the most massive crush you’d ever seen. He called you love, and kitten and even if you pretended to hate it, you secretly loved it. He still calls you kitten to this day.

But for some reason, even if you clearly liked each other, the two of you did not start to date immediately, in fact, even while you were best friends, and hung around each other all the time, he hadn’t asked you to actually date him yet, poor boy was too scared of getting rejected.

When Remus started to like you, he felt miserable, he knew James had a huge crush on you and he didn’t want to damage his relationship with you. It was messy, and he tried to keep his distance, but you didn’t let him. You were not going to let your first friend at Hogwarts run off without a reason. So you confronted him, and finally, he admitted to liking you. That’s when you two shared your first kiss.

Eventually, you had to talk to James about it, and that’s how the throuple started. James figured he’d be open to that kind of a relationship, and Remus said he would too, you were ecstatic.

When you all became official, you couldn’t believe you hadn’t let it happen sooner. James, being the fool in love he was, was always blowing kisses at you on Quidditch matches, hugging you from behind and praising how beautiful your skin looked when the sun hit it while you looked at him fly from the bleachers.

Remus, on the other hand, was a lot more reserved with his PDA. Regardless, he loved holding hands as you walked from one classroom to another, and he tended to place his hand over your leg while you studied together at the library. Remus is just as good of a boyfriend as James, but you could share different things with him. He absolutely loves reading whatever you write, and he always encourages you to write even more. Sometimes the two of you just sit together and listen to some music while you write, and he reads a book. You really do enjoy each other’s company. You especially love how clingy he gets around the full moon; even James takes a few steps back from you at that time of the month because he just knows how cranky Remus can get.

The two boys absolutely love to see you dance; they’re absolutely enthralled by the way you move. James was the first one to ask you for a dance, and you had couldn’t stop laughing because he would just continue to crack the stupidest of jokes. Remus joined the two of you on the dance floor later that night; the three of you found a way to move with the rhythm in sync with each other, enjoying the tunes that went through the record player.

Ren and Rem sound so cute together, though. Imagine the wedding invitations! Anyway, I hope you like this. Much love, Lilly xx

MASTERLIST

[dearweirdme]

I mean, you've got people in your responses literally proving my point by making excuse for why jk gives back half the energy that he gets from tae so you guys know what im saying is true in that something is legit coming off as one sided here and that jk isn't responding in kind and rather than admit it, you'd all still rather sit there and push the idea that it's just tae being over eager, clingly and bold while jk is undermining him and playing everything down to protect his own feelings. Like wtf kind of healthy relationship is that supposed to be?

And if you really think that jks cold ass response to tae's appearance and the sniping over the editing comment plus the implication about tae taking the tone from serious to not serious about music just by being there after he cracked the same kind of comment in the same kind of tone the other day on the live was a 'joke' then I have a bridge to sell you.

Jk has literally outright said that he keeps an eye on what's being said on social media and he's still pulling this kind of shit in the year 2023.

You know the real reason why none of the other members got called out for appearing on each others eps? because none of them had another member literally sit there and tell them to haul ass outta there.

I don't know wtf his problem suddenly is with tae but it's becoming increasingly obvious to ppl that he has one.

Y'all can say whatever shit you want about what I'm saying but I'm legit in that I still ship the possibility of this couple so I know that its gotta be niggling at some of y'all too how much tae is trying his best and getting stonewalled in response. The only reason is bugs me so much in the first place is because that's supposed to be his man (and i believe he is) but he's not moving like it at all and then clowns on the timeline are like 'aww, kekeke, how cute' over his shitty, dismissive and thoughtless behavior.

What do ppl want from jk? How about to not be so obviously bored, bothered and bitchy whenever tae tries to do something nice for him? How about he actually considers the shit he's reading on socials and stops laying bait traps for his psycho stans to jump on? How about he stops echoing and implying the same rhetoric that tae antis are peddling to accuse him of being everything from an attention seeker to a stalker? Like when Tae simply mentioned he liked the idea of doing a live with jk in response to an army and jk in his own live still interpreted it in a way that implied he felt like tae was just talking about it for clout and that's why he hadn't mentioned it to him.

Deny it all you want but lately his ass has been playing hot and cold when it comes to taehyung which is fine if he'd stop setting him up so damn much.

Alright anon, I was seriously about to block you last night, and I absolutely will if you come to my blog again with an attitude to this. I'll go through your ask a bit to point out my problems with things like this.

I mean, you've got people in your responses literally proving my point by making excuse for why jk gives back half the energy that he gets from tae

It's not excuses anon, it's what is normal and logical. You are the one making up a harmfull narrative here. Our responses to your (idiotic) misrepresentations of moments are because you are the one mistaken here, and it's just obvious to us that you are.

so you guys know what im saying is true in that something is legit coming off as one sided here and that jk isn't responding in kind and rather than admit it,

Please don't tell me what I think, if anything I make no secret of my thoughts on here, so this is quite insulting on many fronts. It will get you blocked if repeated.

push the idea that it's just tae being over eager, clingly and bold while jk is undermining him and playing everything down to protect his own feelings. Like wtf kind of healthy relationship is that supposed to be?

Absolutely not! Tae is not being over eager, or over clingy, he's just being Tae. Jk is not undermining him or playing anything down. Your lack of understanding of human interactions is not a base for me to believe otherwise.

And if you really think that jks cold ass response to tae's appearance and the sniping over the editing comment plus the implication about tae taking the tone from serious to not serious about music just by being there after he cracked the same kind of comment in the same kind of tone the other day on the live was a 'joke' then I have a bridge to sell you.

Again, severe lack of understanding human interactions. Like... I cannot even begin to tell you all the ways you are wrong (I could actually, just don't feel like it on the base of your ask) (am I still in drama mode... yes, yes I am). Jk's cold ass response... seriously 😂🙄.

Jk has literally outright said that he keeps an eye on what's being said on social media and he's still pulling this kind of shit in the year 2023.

Unsure what this has to do with anything, no.. don't enlighten me, I'm sure I'll still disagree.

You know the real reason why none of the other members got called out for appearing on each others eps? because none of them had another member literally sit there and tell them to haul ass outta there.

Wait, I know another reason 🙋‍♀️... could it possibly be just because it's... TAEKOOK together? Like surely it's not a surprise that people react to Jk and Tae taekooking on main.

I don't know wtf his problem suddenly is with tae but it's becoming increasingly obvious to ppl that he has one.

Yeah that's not legit either, the problem is people like you! People like that awfull taennieisaflop account who uses people like you to get a thrill out of fandom. You don't think for yourself anon, you go along with what excites you most. Maybe you've never fully warmed to Jk, who knows... but Jk does not suddenly have a problem with Tae.. You, and other's like you, suddenly have a problem with Jk. This... is Tae and Jk right now:

I still ship the possibility of this couple

What the flip does that even mean? How do you ship a possibility?

so I know that its gotta be niggling at some of y'all too how much tae is trying his best and getting stonewalled in response.

Not me.. so go and send this to someone who does and wallow about it together please!

tae is trying his best and getting stonewalled in response.

Where on earth do you get the idea that Tae is trying to what... out them, go public, get Jk to react? Tae is just being Tae. Tae has always talked about Jk.

The only reason is bugs me so much in the first place is because that's supposed to be his man (and i believe he is) but he's not moving like it at all and then clowns on the timeline are like 'aww, kekeke, how cute' over his shitty, dismissive and thoughtless behavior.

No that is not your only reason, your reason (the main one I think) is that you are unsatisfied. You want more from them than you get. Well surprise surprise... you will never get that much. You are not concerned for Tae, because Tae's behavior towards Jk would have reassured you that things are alright between them. Your need for public reassurance of their relationship is unjustified.

What do ppl want from jk? How about to not be so obviously bored, bothered and bitchy whenever tae tries to do something nice for him?

Again, oddly concerning lack of understanding of human behavior from your part.

How about he actually considers the shit he's reading on socials and stops laying bait traps for his psycho stans to jump on? How about he stops echoing and implying the same rhetoric that tae antis are peddling to accuse him of being everything from an attention seeker to a stalker? Like when Tae simply mentioned he liked the idea of doing a live with jk in response to an army and jk in his own live still interpreted it in a way that implied he felt like tae was just talking about it for clout and that's why he hadn't mentioned it to him.

Weird as f*ck anon! Seriously, you don't understand Jk at all.

Deny it all you want but lately his ass has been playing hot and cold when it comes to taehyung which is fine if he'd stop setting him up so damn much.

😑

[mirror-to-the-past]

Honestly, I always thought Larxene was the one person who doesn't like Sora, period.

I've always thought it was because she thought his attitude was kinda sexist, mockingly calling him "Hero" and ribbing on his insistence to push his way into Naminé's and now Elsa's narrative.

...or maybe that's just my inner Luna fan talking...

I honestly love the Larxene and Sora dynamic, and sometimes wish it had more screentime 'cause it's just so interesting. She doesn't like him at all, and it's very much mutual. I can definitely see where you're coming from, in regards to how she might view Sora. From my end, I'd get the impression her overall sentiments for people like Sora boil down to something similar to what Xigbar said near the beginning of KH3:

"All this altruism is giving me the warm and fuzzies... I don't admire one guy leaping into danger if it means someone else might have to jump in to save him."

She sees Sora, in all of his unrelenting forwardness, and finds him tasteless. He doesn't back off, he doesn't listen to "no," and she finds him rash and only sees his insistence towards involvement in other people's business as an easy way to cause side effects he's not equipped to deal with. Bonus points for Sora probably responding to that last kind of concern with something like "Aw, it'll work out! We've got each other! No biggie! ☺️✌️" As she says, she thinks he's a stupid little boy who's gonna mess everything up for everyone- her and her crew, the people Sora cares about, and himself, too.

Ironically, if Larxene didn't frame her words with such hostility, she's actually got some very pointed "villain speak" that Sora might be able to learn from, which also makes me wonder if that's why she grates Sora's gears so much. She doesn't attack ideals, she attacks him as an individual and his insecurities more than any other antagonist, and it makes Sora feel exposed and consider himself and his placement in other's lives in a way that makes him uncomfortable.

And what's great about that is how ugly Sora gets in response. She brings out the worst in him- the clinginess, the stubbornness, etc. He gets genuinely angry, like slashing the air when she disappears in CoM, and quite petty. She calls him a stupid little boy, and then Sora gets surprisingly petty and snarky sounding, similar to his "you gonna cry" to Xigbar. "Puh-LEASE, like you've found your thirteen." "Oh... you've got the Organization coat. You new? 🙄🙄" Lmao, I love when Sora gets bitchy.

Ironically pt. 2, by Larxene bringing out the worst in others, she's not exactly low-involvement, herself...

[yuichi-ro]

Okay first of, why?!?! Negative feedback. Excuse me. You have me thrusting.

All I can think about is needy puppy boy Mikey. A big baby but when in heat he does completely feral.

Also... Brain rotting not just for puppy boys but kitty boys too. Tora and Fuyu specifically oml I'm losing my mind. I just want to pet their fluffy ears.

Sorry... Again. Word vomit.

well it seemed to surprise people that animal hybrids would have....*gasp* animal traits. So got a lot of angry anons in my inbox after those ones bitching about beastiality when flat out I've written that before and no one said anything so y'know, I'm just convinced everyone is this stupid anymore 😂

But yes! Puppy and kitty TokyoRev men! They all have shitty attitudes save for a few of them honestly...

puppy!Mikey is a good lap puppy until his heat. This lil' mutt is all you could ask for any other day of the month with his sweet and lazy demeanor but when those hormones hit he is a monster. Shoving his nose where it shouldn't go. Knocking things over just to get reprimanded and have your hands on him. He wants you attention in the worst way possible. Bitchy, moany, pathetic mess of a mutt and still he's that cute? It's honestly the only thing keeping you from crating his whiny ass when he's behind you in the kitchen rubbing and grinding his leaking cock for the five hundredth time and it isn't even lunch time yet

kitty!Tora is just, he's the best boy ♡ He's so quiet and clingy and perfect companion after he gets adjusted to his knew home with you. Oh but how he loves his routine and doesn't want to be away from you too much. He's always looking to get his ears played with while you cockwarm him at night. He knows kitties don't have soulmates but he purrs in your ear and sobs that he doesn't want anyone else while you use him like a personal toy ♡

kitty!Chifuyu is a little shit. He makes you wonder why in the hell you didn't just get a dog if you're gonna have a cat so in your business and in your face. He thinks he's helping and that's the last thing he's ever doing. In your things, where he's not supposed to be, crawling all over you meowing and asking for attention. It'd be cute if he wasn't doing this after the two hour long fuck session you just had to expend some of his energy. There's never enough for him and he lets you know it

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐱/𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 (𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝)

Warnings: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong was already frustrated. He was on a deadline to finish up a song and he was nowhere near even getting halfway. Eden had just recently scolded him and he felt extremely agitated and irritated at this point.

"Hey Joong? I brought you lunch so-"

"Just leave it on the table, I'll eat it later." He cut you off rather sharply, barely even sparing you a glance.

"I was actually thinking we could eat together." You were off put by his short temper.

"I don't have time Y/N." He huffed out, a hand running through his hair.

You were pissed at this point and were not about to take his crap anymore.

"Exactly! You don't have time for me anymore! I get your job demands a lot of your time, but to not even take a break and enjoy just 10 minutes without....these." You gestured to all the mess scattered around his desk.

Hurt about being reminded about his neglect of you yet angry at being scolded once more, Hongjoong slammed his hands on the table, swiftly pushing off the chair before going over to where you were standing and stared you down.

"All right. Fine. 10 minutes you say? I can work with that."

Without a warning, he pushed you onto the couch, making a quick work of your pants and stripping them off you. You let out a sharp cry when he began devouring your pussy, animalistic growls spilling out his lips as he slurped you up as if he'd been starved. When you tried pulling away, he landed a harsh slap on your clit, making your hips jolt up and a shriek come out.

"Shut up and take what I give you you needy desperate whore. You wanted 10 minutes? Let's see how many times I can make you cum in that time."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Hearing the front door slam, Seonghwa brace himself for yet another one of your moods after a long day at work. Wanting to help your day be less stressful, he had prepared you some of your favorites food.

"Y/N." He called out to you in a sing song tone.

Stomping over, you just looked at him with an eyebrow raised, total resting bitch face plastered on.

"I made your favorite." He happily told you, but you still didn't seem to bat an eyelash at him, you simply turned around and began walking out.

"Wait Y/N come on. Here at least try some. It'll help you with your stress-"

"Can't you take a damn hint Seonghwa?! I don't fucking want it!"

When he tried to approach you with a spoonful of food, you actually snapped and slapped it out of his hand, making it stain his perfectly polished floor. Seonghwa looked at it then looked back at you.

"You know Y/N I think I put up with your bratty attitude and bitchy behavior for too long."

You gasped sharply when he suddenly turned you around and slammed you up against the table, grabbing your arms so he could hold them behind your back.

"Maybe I've been a little too nice to you....making you baths, preparing you food, all in hopes of helping you release stress....but its clear a little bitch like you doesn't need that."

You squirmed under his grasp, trying to get free but with no use as his grip was tight on you. The sound of him unbuckling his belt made you stop moving entirely, and you shivered when pulled your skirt up before ripping your tights and pushing your underwear to the side.

"Clearly a bitch like you needs a good pounding, fuck that attitude right out of you."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

You knew you were screwed the instant Yunho roughly pulled you off Mingi's lap and took you into his room, shutting the door right behind him before staring at you with fire burning through his eyes. You had never seen him so mad before.

No soon afterwards, you were currently on top of him, his hips bucking up at you at a relentless pace that had you screaming his name over and over again. His hands were practically digging into your skin, holding tightly onto you with such ferocity.

"Look at you, being so desperate for a good fuck that you'd actually try and whore yourself out to my best friend like a cheap bitch."

When one of his hands came up to grasp at your throat, you were shivering on top of him.

"Weren't you?! What! Is my cock not enough for you? My cock and these hands you love so much not satisfying you anymore? Hmm? Is that why you were all cuddled up to Mingi? Hoped he'd actually take pity and fuck you?"

You knew it wasn't your intention to make him jealous, but god if this is what jealousy did to him, you would totally do it again.

"Stupid slut. Mingi's not going to fuck you. You're just a dirty, filthy hole, he doesn't want you...."

Even after you came, you were still a crying mess as Yunho kept fucking up into you, not caring that you were beyond your limit, your inner thighs getting sore.

"But you're my little hole for me to fuck. Got it? And if I need to fuck you dumb to get it through that stupid useless brain of yours to understand that only I can make you feel this good, then so be it. I'll fuck you til you break, my little sex toy."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang was not very pleased by your behavior lately. You had been giving him the silent treatment and avoiding him for no good reason. Trying to coax what was wrong out of you, he came up behind you as you were washing dishes.

"How's my little princess? Did you have a good day?"

He was only met with you elbowing him in the rib and shoved him off you.

"Ok seriously Y/N? What did I even do? Stop being so childish and talk to me like a mature adult."

Hearing you scoff and seeing you roll your eyes at him made him furious and irritated with you. As you tried to walk past him, he grabbed your elbow and picked you up, setting you down on the kitchen counter as his eyes burned a hole through you.

"If you're going to keep acting like a brat, maybe I should just treat you like one then."

You don't know if you truly regret breaking Yeosang's patience. On the one hand, you were definitely not going to be walking straight for a week. On the other, you utterly enjoyed having your face pressed against the pillow, ass up as Yeosang was shoving his dick in and out of you, red handprints scattered across your butt cheeks and hands tied behind your back with one of his ties. Everytime you tried to hide your face in the pillow to muffle your screams, he'd yank your hair up.

"I said I wasn't having you ignore me anymore princess. Now come on, scream my name. I want this entire floor to hear your pathetic whimpers."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San looked at you with an unamused gaze.

"Repeat what you just said.....I dare you to."

He was pissed off, it was more than clear. But maybe that's what you wanted, wanted him to be as pissed as you were, even just a bit of what you were feeling. It's not that you meant to take out your jealousy on him, but seeing his co-host be extremely clingy towards him backstage and he never did anything about it made your blood boil.

"I said you're nothing more than a fucking horn dog. Probably let that skank suck your dick." You exclaimed in disgust.

The sudden slam of his hand against the wall behind you both scared and thrilled you. Looking at you with a hungry smirk, he opened the door behind you, trapping you inside a closet. In minutes, he was pressing you against the wall, his frantic grunts mixing with your whimpered cries. San would occasionally let out a sadistic laugh at how wrecked you look.

"You're right baby, I am indeed a horn dog. Absolutely love getting my dick wet and fuck a pussy all the time."

Hand reaching between your legs, he began to harshly pinch and rub at your clit, his other hand that was holding onto your hip keeping you from collapsing on the floor as your orgasm took over you.

"But get this straight: I only fuck this pussy right here. Ok? I fucking claimed this a long ass time ago and I'll fuck it whenever I want to."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Ending the call with your friend, you were coming out of the bedroom when you were suddenly shoved back inside by none other than your usually caring and sweet boyfriend, who looked angry as he closed the door behind him.

"Mingi? What-"

You couldn't finish your sentence as his large hands cupped your cheeks, his long body pushing you back until you landed on the bed. He was kissing you harshly, nothing like the usual tender and loving kisses he'd be known to give you. His hands clutched at your covered breasts, groping at them before he unexpectedly tore your shirt in the middle.

"Mingi! What has gotten into you?!" You exclaimed in shock at his sudden change in behavior.

"I heard you talking to your friend. Saying shit like I'm too soft and vanilla for you."

You moaned out when he began to suck along your neck, his hands cupping your bra and pulling it down enough to have your breasts spill out.

"Oh princess if only you knew I've just been holding back all this time."

With a taunting chuckle, he pulled of you. Undoing his zipper, he began to strip out of his jeans and briefs, letting his long cock spring free, precum leaking at the tip.

"I didn't want to be selfish and break you like I wanted too....... but if that's what you want well then, I'd be happy to oblige my little princess."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Neither of you knew how it started nor exactly how it escalated. One minute Wooyoung was being the annoying shit he was, with you playfully shoving him away and calling him names, and then the next you were both pushing each other rather abruptly. When you called him a particularly degrading insult, he retaliated likewise and now it seemed like a screaming match between you two.

"You know what? This is fucking stupid!" You hollered and turned away, making a bee line towards your room.

"I'm not done yet!" Wooyoung trailed after you.

"Well I am! Now excuse me, I'm going to go take a shower and hopefully cool off this rage." You stated firmly before slamming the bathroom door right in his face.

The refreshing water seemed to calm you down a little, so you just stood there under the shower head, just letting your body soak in the cold. You were so unaware of your surroundings that you failed to notice Wooyoung had entered the bathroom and didn't realize it until you felt his arms turn you around to face him. No explanation, he just began kissing you, his tongue taking control over your mouth while one hand hiked one of your legs over his waist.

"Still think I'm an annoying bastard?" He grunted fiercely as he thrusted up into you, not giving you time to react as he began pounding into you.

"Yes you are!" You hissed at him, hands swooping his wet hair and tugging at it rather hardly.

He just looked at you with a shit eating grin.

"Yet you still let me fuck you. "

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

You were frustrated and stressed out, so was Jongho. Even as you two did your own little things inside the apartment, even the smallest things either of you did made the other let out an annoyed huff. It all culminated when Jongho accidentally spilled his cup of juice on the floor, that little action had you both looking at each other with near contempt.

"I feel like punching something." Jongho confessed.

"Me too." You admitted.

"Wanna punch me?" He offered.

Smirking at him, you thought about something better.

"No.... I think I'd rather fuck you."

So now here you were, underneath your inhumanely strong boyfriend, his cock balls deep inside you, your legs thrown over his shoulders while his hands were already leaving bruises around your inner thighs from how hard he was squeezing at them. You two had already cum several times but you still kept going, pushing past your sensitivity as you both still had a lot of rage and energy to release.

In a particularly sharp angle of his hips, you were quivering under Jongho, for the first time you were actually squirting under him.

"Oh fuck!" Seeing you break down and make a mess all over him and yourself had him cumming soon after, his body collapsing on top of yours.

Both of you were beyond exhausted after all that. Your bodies were so sticky with sweat and your breathing had not yet returned to normal. Looking over at you, Jongho smiled sincerely for the first time in days.

"So.... now that we got that out of the way.... can we cuddle?"

Gifs not mine. Credit goes to their respective owners.

[kalinawtokilig]

S/O who gets into fights

Pair(s) : Sugawara Koushi x Reader, Yaku Morisuke x Reader, Akaashi Keiji x Reader, Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader, Semi Eita x Reader 

Ohoh, boi good luck. 

Summary: 

It’s not uncommon for you to get into a fight, as you don’t look nor act the type. You don’t ask to get into a fight nor provoke, you simply attract trouble, (Oh, a problem child,,) But if this person (or people) are talking smack about you, you bet your bum that you’re gonna sit down and let them. Nah, you put’em up. Warning? You ARE the WARNING. 

Sugawara Koushi x Reader

((I love and pimp him. Pimp pimp pimp)) 

He hears it from Yachi. More like, the team does and Nishinoya and Tanaka are ready to throw some hands.

During practice, Yachi, the sweet girl, poor her; she sees you having an intense argument with two other third years when she comes to refill on water bottles. 

She knows you, talking to you a couple of times. You were always a sweet upperclassman, kind and soft to her and the team, even Kageyama and Tsukishima showed you respect in your presence. 

But when one of them swung the first punch to your face, you bet she dropped everything and hauled ass to the gym to call over your boyfriend. 

Sugawara. Ah, yes, the duality of this man. I would say unpredictable, cause some say he’s the responsible type to stop the fight by finding a teacher and others say he’ll unleash Tanaka and Nishinoya. 

I say, he’s the type to KNOW who you are and WHAT you are capable of. Yes, he can join in the fight, but last time he saw you fight someone he was unaware and baffled that you are able to land solid one punch (( WANNA BE SAIKYU HEROOO)) and knock’em out. Nah, he’s the type to collect the aftermath and try to bury the evidence ((What a sweet boyfie <3 )) 

“Suga-san! (Y/N)-san i-is in a fight a-and I think they need help!” She screeches, catching the attention of the team members. 

“Ah, I’ll be back. Gotta collect the corpses.” 

Asahi, Hinata, and Yachi nearly pass out when he says that. “Corpses? (Y/N)-san killed them that quick? And Sugawara is the accessory???” 

When he finally reaches you, though he knows you’re capable of standing your ground, he can’t help but worry the bruises and cuts on you. You may be able to keep standing, but that doesn’t mean you can avoid ALL their hits. 

When he sees your figure, his fingers dig deep into his palms. “(Y/N)?” He calls out to you. You’re huffing and you straighten your back, turning to face him you smile lovingly to him. “Yes, Darling?” 

He may simp for you but that doesn’t mean he can’t lecture you. 

Sighing, he crouches to the two fools who decided to provoke you and talks to them in that tone where you can’t speak because you’re scared of what they’re capable of. He says that he’ll be watching them closely and that if they mention their S/O beating them up, not only will they all get suspended but Sugawara will make sure they’ll never face pride or regain their HONOR back. (ayye zuko wassup ?) 

Standing up, he looks to you and holds your hands as gingerly as possibly, observing the irritated redness on your knuckles and the splotches of small red bloody dots. His nose scrunches cutely as one hand lets go of yours to cup your face carefully because of the now forming bruise on your pretty face. 

Sighing, he smiles, brows furrowed, “Sugar, next time, go easy on them. I don’t want your pretty hands to be so messed up. I love you and I don’t mind bandaging them up and kissing them to make you feel better, but I feel the more you punch the more your hands’ll fall off. Then who am I supposed to hold hands with?”

You can’t help but crack a joke, “Ah yes, losing Daichi and me in the same year, my poor Darling~!” You coo to him. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” 

“Oi!” 

Yaku Morisuke x Reader

((Babie,, cat babie ,,, dangerous babiee,,)) 

While the fiery, third-year, libero of Nekoma dislikes Lev, you absolutely cherish the tall boy and found him cute.

Kuroo makes fun of Yaku saying you should date Lev instead

then you retorted to the rooster head saying that it’ll be weird cause Lev is basically a little brother you’ve always wanted.

One day, after school, while your boyfie was at practice, you were on cleaning duty and overheard some students talking about your two favorite people.

They made fun Lev and then Yaku. They absolutely insulted him for his height and his plays while they made fun of Lev’s intelligence and lack of plays. 

And they chose D E A T H 

“Hah? Whatcha say?!” 

Commence a brawl 

You could’ve used the broomstick by breaking it in half and shanking them but you wanted them to know not to die JUST yet.

You were able to leave satisfied yet still pissed. The other students didn’t speak a peep, as to know not to mess with your temper and if they were a snitch, well, snitches get popped. 

for the ones who talked smack, you both came to the conclusion to say that you guys were playing too rough with the cleaning supplies 

When practice was over, you waited by the gate for your boyfie 

Seeing him, you smiled at him and he came up to you, flicking your jaw

“Ow! Love, what was that for? You’re not give your soldier a loving and tender hug for defending you and our child’s honor?” You pouted cutely to him. 

His eyes widened a bit,  a pink blush on his face until he squinted his eyes at you. “You got into a fight, again.”

“All in good nature, babe!” You stuck out your tongue to him, surprisingly he stuck out his tongue, to lick you with his own. 

“Wha-”

“As much as I love you, you’re lucky that I wasn’t there or I would’ve killed you too to get rid of the evidence.”

“...Aw! You love me so much that you’ll clean my messes, I love you too, Morisuke!” 

“...I love you too, you frickin idiot.” 

Akaashi Keiji x Reader

(Ayyeee back at it again, Akaashi-kun, how ya doin?) 

Akaashi may be a patient man, but this man can hold his patience with a sharp knife and cut it instantly 

It was your movie date and while you waited for Akaashi to get popcorn and snacks, your saw one of your best friends. 

You went up to say hi until you heard them talk bad about you, saying how Akaashi is only dating you to keep an eye on you or how you’re too naive that they obviously don’t want you cause you’re too clingy

with the cold, freezing, slushie, you ‘accidentally’ trip and spill it all over your now ex-bestie

like your bestie, that two-faced bih doesn’t go down without a fight

so basically this was your break-up fight

As he bandages your hands, you were too nervous to speak to him

You weren’t afraid of anything, not failing, not teachers or authority, nor suspencion

Though, you were very afraid of Akaashi’s silent temper

“Ah, Love-”

Pretty boy looks at you so quick you flinch for the upcoming lecture yet he says nothing which makes it even more scary for what he’ll say

“Are you mad at me?” You ask cutely, pouting and looking through your lashes while your head is down in shame

After a couple of minutes waiting for his answer, he sighs

“Blossom, you know how concerned I get when you get into fights. It...” He looks away, “hurts me to see you hurt...I love you a lot that I’m mad at myself that I wasn’t there to help you.” He confesses with a red tint spreading to the tips of his ears. 

Oh dear LORD this man continues to speak heavenly got ME swooning- 

“I should’ve known that friend of yours wasn’t true to you...I’m sorry I couldn’t see that. If you want, we can have Kenma pirate the movie and send us the link. Better than going out, right?” 

((THIS MAN HAS THE AUDACITY TO SMILE LIKE A FRICKIN GOD AHW I HATE IT HERE))

Your eyes sparkle and you launch to hug him, he lets out s strangled yelp as he falls back onto the bed 

Though easy to get into fights, you were easy to cry, as you were emotional to these kinds of things

“AGHAAHHSHI I LOVE YOU I FRICKIN HATE YOU CAUSE YOURE SO PERFECT UWAYWHH” ((omg me))

Chuckling, he buries his head into the crook of your neck, one hand on your side and the other petting your hair

“I love you too, blossom” 

Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

((YEES YES YES YES I  STAN AND I PIMP ,, PIMP PIMP PIMMP))) 

((LOOK AT HIM LOOK AT. HIM.)) 

What a cactus. Don’t we stan? 

I stan. I totally stan. 

When you get into a fight this man KNOWS he’s most likely gonna watch to see if there is any bih to try to hit you while you’re busy fUCKING UP WITH OTHERS WHO MESSED WITH YA

Iwaizumi is literally the chillest ngl 

Will probably join if some CUNT ASS BIH  decides to pull ya hair or pick up some petty stick to beat you with it

((the more i write at 4:30 AM, the more my mind expands to more fight scenarios ohohhhh get ready my friends)) 

Literally the toughest couple

no cap, no one will mess with you unless they’re tryna get f’d in the a in the most unpleasurable way (omg that rhymes) 

Oikawa makes funny and teasing jokes about how you both look so intimidating that you’ll get wrinkles on your faces

“Keep barking, Oikawa, cause I can make sure my kicks can knock off that bitchy attitude <3″

“Why are you and Iwa-chan like this.” 

“Lmao get wrecked Trashykawa.”

Sometimes you act like Oikawa’s guard too, the fans know of your rep around school, so they don’t bother Oikawa as much which means Iwaizumi doesn’t have to spike volleyballs at his head so they can head to practice without any distractions ((Though Iwa still does it when Oikawa gets too flirty when thanking you)) 

Omg I can go forever with Iwa holleeeeemolleee 

I feel,, that when he’s bandaging up your face, your cleaning the cuts on his....chest.... n’ biceps,,,oof to be you... 

I feel like getting into fights can also count as a date

how fun would that be

talking about your fight date with him in front of other ppl who don’t really know you

I imagine you and iwa-babes talking and you’re like, staring so lovingly at his face and reach to touch the cut above his lip and you’re reminiscing 

“Babes, remember when we fought those two losers at the parking lot of a Target?”

“Oh yeah, I remember that. That dickbag got his ass handed to you, nice right hook by the way.”

Then the strangers RUDELY overhearing are like ‘Wth??? is this?? real?? did they actually fight two people?’

You did.

Oikawa posted it.

Semi Eita x Reader

((Grey haired babes hit different, y’know?)) 

he’ll just be >:|

I can’t say he’ll be mad at you, but more like, concerned that his face looks mad

The same with Akaashi, you’re waiting for him to lecture you, but he’s quiet when he’s...worried,,concerned

You got into a fight because some BIHS from another sports team talked shit about the volleyball team, SPECIFICALLY your boyfie (how convenient for the plot) 

You may be smol but you have HELLFIRE

“AYE WANNA SAY IT TO MY FACE MUTHA-”

Long story short,,, you may have won the battle, but you are unsure if the war will reign supreme, by war I mean you’re preparing for Semi’s scolding

Waiting in his dorm room, you played the soundtrack he made for you and patiently waited until he came back from practice

When HE DOES come from practice, he opened the door to see you sleeping on the floor, back against his bed and when he was going to quietly coo at how cute you look, he gets a closer look at the split lip and bruised knuckles

...You have...a tampon shoved up your nose? 

“Muse. Bubs.” He cups your cheek, then patting it gently. 

When you wake up, you jump back

“BUBs, beh, listen, I, may have done something to someone out of provocation and insults whereas I also defended not only myself-” You wince at he narrows his lovely eyes at you, peering for you to go on (omg you frickin simp)

“I have protected you and your team from their,, falsehoods”

(Why are you talking like that lmao)

He blinks once. twice. going to his bathroom, he gets the first aid kid he ALWAYS had to restock because his babes CANT STOP GETTING INTO FIGHTS so he can patch you up 

“I love you, but we can take their idiocy, it’s just your idiocy I’m worried about...” He continues on, then he starts to listen to the music you’re playing

you’re playing one of his playlists he made for you

specifically, “When I’m with You <3″

He becomes flustered and you wonder if HE’S okay 

“Sh-Shut up, stupid! Stop getting into fights!” 

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

I have known my step-dad for 15 years and can reliably predict his mood swings and future reactions to things he isn't present to witness as they happen.

So I knew at the beginning February that some point in the next couple weeks, he was going to throw a fit. I was waiting for it.

He is needlessly clingy and jealous.

He likes to act as if something about my sister's assaulter was off from the start and that he knew all along that he was suspicious, but he was just jealous that his 14 year old daughter didn't want to hang out with him anymore. Not because her 'racing friend' was suspicious.

She wanted to get a job and did so without his help. She wanted her own money to spend on stuff for herself since he wasn't exactly forking over any for things she wanted to do. She expressed an interest in doing something and he'd call it stupid because he didn't want to do it and wouldn't support her in it.

She took herself to the dirt races. She bought herself new video games or bought a new drink from Dunkin' Donuts. She made plans with friends from school. She made it so she was always busy and not dying of boredom trapped in that shit house.

He was petty and jealous, nothing more.

So we're stuck in a hotel, trying to find somewhere to live. Anywhere at this point. Even if it's 4 states away, mom just wants to be out of here. She's still applying for housing all over. We've got over 50 waiting lists and only the ones in Pennsylvania are moving along right now. We aren't at the bottom and we're getting regular updates even.

I mentioned before that my sister befriended the entire hotel staff. She's such a charismatic extrovert that it just works. I don't know how, it just does.

She convinced them to give her a free, foldable twin bed to use. She convinced them to let us use the hotel's personal laundry room free of charge. She convinced them to let us make use of their own cleaning products to keep our room tidy. She convinced them to let us just take out garbage directly to their trash room in preparation for the dump hauls they do weekly. She's schmoozed each person at some point, to open the breakfast hall an hour early so she can actually eat before before she gets picked up for school at 6AM.

It is by her actions alone that we've had it easier than any other people here. She's even allowed to use their personal printer to help with her schoolwork or if she wants to print coloring pages or puzzle sheets! She sits out in the front talking to whichever staff member is in charge of the desk for the night, talking their ear off. They all love her.

2 dudes and 3 chicks. Several cleaning ladies. All willing to help her at any moment if she needs.

And what does step-dad do?

As I predicted 2 weeks ago, he's begun to throw fits. It started last week. Suddenly he's following her out there and staying for like 2 hours, inserting himself into the conversations she having. Trying to act like he's now buddies with these people doesn't care about and still refuses to learn the names of.

Bethy wants to spend time out there. Why? He monopolizing the TV all day so she can't use her Xbox when she gets home. And despite all the games she brought with her, if she tries to playing anything but a dirt racing one, he'll whine like a little bitch over it because he's close-minded and won't fucking share if his interests aren't being catered to. She doesn't care about the shows he's into and will just sit on her phone watching YT or TikTok if she has to.

When she gets bored of laying down, she'll go up front and keep the staff company. Sometimes she gets to use the computer for whatever she wants if it isn't busy. They give her discounts at the snack closet or just give her shit for free.

And I knew that he was going to get more and more bitchy as the time passed. I was just waiting for it to come to a head.

As he gets more petty and more jealous, he loses control of his expressions and his attitude. He lacks self-control and the ability to be rational. Now, as predicted, he's throwing a fit because she's spending too much time up front 'with him'. There are 5 people who man the desk and work at different hours all week. 2 men, 3 women. One woman is in her 60s, but everyone else are in their 20s. As for the cleaning ladies, they're all between 30 and 40, most of them mothers themselves.

The dude he's jealous of, works night shift only 2 nights a week. He works less than anyone else on staff. But because he's like 23, and is the closest to Bethy's age, he's now the target of my step-dad's ridiculous issues. Bethy's noticed it. Mom's noticed it. I knew it was coming long ago.

As he's gotten more and more childish about it, his attempts to integrate himself into their friendly sphere are failing. Eventually, his bad attitude caught up with him enough that the poor guy, who has terrible insomnia, is getting over his 4th run of Covid, and had a heart condition, finally got fed up and snapped at him that he wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone and to please leave him alone. Hell, the 60 y/o lady is getting fed up with him.

And now he's throwing a fit because 'he was being mean' and Bethy's like, 'no he isn't. He's just fine with customers and staff and me'. If he's only being 'mean' to one person then obviously there's a reason why. And very obvious reason why.

So he's had a shitty attitude since Saturday night, and the results of the Superbowl made it worse, so he woke up on Monday acting like an asshole from the jump and snapping at everyone and we are all getting testy as a result.

He hasn't gotten his income tax refund despite only doing it like 4 days ago, throws a fit.

Mom needed to buy menstrual shit because 3/4 people in this damn room do menstruate, throws a fit.

Refuses to get any of the food available at breakfast despite there being many options, throws a fit about there being nothing to eat.

Makes jokes at the expense of others but the moment someone does it to him, throws a fit.

-_-

I've been aware of his numerous faults for years but having to be this close to him every damn day for a month and a half is wearing on my patience.

[supernatural-jackles]

The Arrangement

Title: The Arrangement

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,376

Warnings: Hunt Gone Wrong, SPN Level Angst, Anxiety, Mentions of Sex,  Tears, Cuddles, Fluff. 

Summary: After a hunt gone wrong, you take Dean up on the extremely useful  arrangement you both agreed on many years ago to help you get through the night. 

Squares Filled: Hurt/Comfort ( @spngenrebingo​)  Hunt Gone Wrong ( @spndeanbingo​)

A/N: Here is a lovely comfort fic for your Sunday evening! I hope y’all enjoy this one! It’s one of my favourites I've written in a while. This one was to cheer up my friend Help You Anon! Happy Reading!

 There were three things you were certain of in your life. One, monsters were most definitely real. Two, Bert and Ernie are gay. And three, you only have one person in the world that is solely made for you. Granted believing number one single handedly goes with number three and number two you know because Dean embedded in your head all those years ago. Either way, you knew them all to be true.

 You had been in the backseat of Dean’s ‘67 impala since you were twenty years old. Twenty and terrified of what had just happened right before your eyes. You were in the midst of studying for your midterm in the middle of the night. You had taken up the fourth couch in the library, not wanting to go back to your dorm room with your bitchy roommate still in there. You were about to fill up your cup of coffee when the lights flickered and the library went cold suddenly. You never believed in that sort of thing before. Not until you saw it with your own two eyes. An angry lady standing by the coffee station, blood dripping from her eyes as she stepped closer to you. You screamed and cried out, only to be thrown into the bookshelf. She almost finished you off when someone came rushing to you, slicing through her with what was a rod you used for a fireplace.

 Dean Winchester.

 You had been thrown pretty hard according to Dean. He helped you pack up your stuff before taking you to the hospital to get checked out. You had a minor concussion and needed about eight stitches for your arm that you didn’t even realize. He sat with you, making sure you were okay before he gave you what was now known as the talk.

 After that, you decided to join him on the road. Knowing what you know, you were never going to be able to live the same. You were going to be paranoid and vulnerable and you didn’t want to live your life scared. He offered to train you up and teach you what he knew about everything. You never looked back and most days, you didn’t regret it.

 In that time, Dean became your best friend. He was your mentor, your best friend, your partner in crime. That’s all it ever was. You knew each other like the back of your hand and it came in handy a lot of the time. You knew all his tells better than Sammy, and he knew all of yours. Somewhere along the line, it became the unspoken arrangement between the two of you. Eventually, the two of you came up with a check in system that seemed to work well for the arrangement. Purple means I’m not doing good and really need you right now. Black means sex. Green means I’m okay, I just don’t want to sleep alone tonight. Red means I need a distraction. White being I need to be alone for a little while. And blue, everything is okay.

 Over time, you became less and less about talking and more about taking what you need without asking permission for it. At first, it was a little awkward, but you grew into it quickly. After a rough hunt, you’d share a bed and curl into one another for that safety you needed. It started out that way. Some hunts were worse than others and needed special attention. Cuddling would sometimes turn into sex. Sometimes it was just sex. It was something that worked between you when nothing else did. When nothing else seemed to make it better. You found the comfort in his touch and the feel of his skin on yours. But it never went any further than that. You knew the life you lived. You knew it was short and dangerous. It was no life for love.

 You were on your way back from a hunt in Omaha. One of the hardest ones you had in awhile. Maybe it felt so bad because things had been looking up and this was a major set back. Or maybe it was the fact that things had gone so horribly wrong in the blink of an eye. All you knew was that you felt like a failure. Dean hadn’t said a word since the warehouse and for the first time in a really long time, Sam was pissed at both of you. It made for a really awkward ride home. Granted it was only three hours, but it felt like a lifetime.

 Dean pulled into the bunker’s garage just after midnight. Sam was the first one out, slamming the car door before stalking off into the bunker. Dean only got more angry as soon as the door slammed, following him back into the bunker, hot on his tail. You took a deep breath, kicking your door open to head in. You hated it when they fought. Every argument was the worst, more so when one of them stormed off without coming to terms with everything.

 You tiptoed into the library, both of their voices filling the bunker loud and clear. Hell, even if you were on the other side of the bunker you could hear them going at it. You swallowed hard, knowing full well that you didn’t want to get involved in it.

 “You knew full well what we were getting into and you still thought it was a good idea to go in just the three of us instead of waiting like I said we should have done,” Sam pointed out. His eyes narrowed at Dean as he stood on one side of the table.

 “None of us knew what we were walking into in there and you know it. None of us could have been ready, regardless of how many people we had,” Dean argued. “Besides that, who could have helped us Sam? Last I checked all we had was the three of us. Bobby is dead. Cas is MIA. Garth is a werewolf with a family to take care of. What, you want to call Rowena? Better yet, let’s take Jody and Donna, who have never handled demons before and have them play back up. What the fuck is your problem?”

 “My problem?” he scoffed. “My problem is this stupid macho ‘I can handle anything’ shit attitude you have when something doesn’t seem to be going our way. You give up at the first sign of trouble and jump into bed with her instead of having your head in the game. It’s shit like this that keeps happening and I’m sick and tired of losing, over and over again.”

 “We had one bad hunt,” you breathed out. “One in the last how many months?”

 “Sam, look. We’re all tired -”

 “Save it. I’m going to bed,” he scoffed, taking off out of the library and down the hall to his room. You let out a shaky breath, trying to gather your thoughts. Dean stood there with his hands on the back of the chair, trying to control his breathing. You knew this was going to go one of two ways. The chair was going to go flying into the wall, or he was going to walk over and pour himself a drink.

 “You okay?” he asked you, turning his head to look at you.

 “Yeah,” you nodded, your voice barely there. “I’m just gonna go shower.”

 “Don’t wait up,” he swallowed hard. His words made your heart sink in your chest. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, wondering if you should say something to him. Maybe that you lied when you said you were okay. He turned and headed over to pour himself a drink. There was no use. He had his mind set.

 You slowly wandered down the hall to your room. You knew you didn’t need a shower. You showered in the motel room to get all the blood off of you. If you scrubbed anymore, you’d start to bleed.

 You twisted the knob to your door, stepping inside before shutting it behind you. The room felt incredibly large. So much space for one person. You let out a shaky breath, closing your eyes to try and relax. Visions of the hunt came crawling back. The bodies hanging from the rafters in the warehouse. Families. Loved ones. Demons were evil, nasty sons of bitches. Now that Crowley wasn’t King of Hell, they thought they could do whatever they wanted. You were seconds too late and couldn’t exorcise the guy before he killed his vessel in the worst possible way. It was jobs like this that made you hate your job as a hunter. It was things like this that made you want to hang it up and never look back.

 You shook your head, trying to get the searing image out of your head. You opened up your drawer, grabbing a pair of comfortable pyjama pants and an oversized shirt. You could feel the heavy weight settling in your chest. Your hands were starting to shake. You knew you had about ten minutes, fifteen tops before everything came crashing down. Fifteen minutes to get yourself to safety.

 You slipped out of your room as soon as you got changed. Your feet took you quickly to Dean’s room. If he couldn’t be there, then at least the smell of him was. Your hand twisted the knob, kicking the door open as you took another deep breath. The light in his room was already on and much to your surprise, Dean was in his room, standing at the end of his bed in his sweats and his navy blue henley. You wasted no time. You were over at him in an instant, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into you. Seconds later, his arms slipped around your back, holding you close to him.

 You had no idea how much you needed it until you got it. The smell of his body wash filled your nose, and his warmth coursed through you like a good glass of top shelf whiskey. This was exactly what you needed to begin to process the events that happened. He was what you needed.

 “Colour?” he muttered into the crook of your neck.

 “Purple,” you stuttered, tightening your grip on his shoulders. “You?”

 “Purple,” he whispered. “And a little bit of red.”

 “What do you need me to do?” you asked him.

 “I just want to feel you for a while,” he admitted. “What do you need from me?”

 “Close proximity,” you swallowed hard.

 “Climb into bed and I’ll be right in,” he assured you. You didn’t want to let go of him. You were needy and clingy and you didn’t want the cool air to hit you as soon as you let go. You knew he was coming right back to you. You reluctantly released him, slowly making your way over to his bed. The memory foam mattress did wonders for your back. His sheets were soft and his pillows were comfortable. His bed was the greatest place in the world, and the only thing that made it worth sleeping in was the man next to you. It was just a plain bed without him.

 Dean flicked the light out and shut the door completely. You rested your head on the pillow, waiting for him to slip into the bed with you. You could feel the tightness growing once more. Dean was the only one who seemed to make that go away. That’s why you were so certain that he was the one made for you. He was the one who was there for you, no matter what time or what it was about. He got you like no one else did. He was your one.

 He slipped his arm around your waist tugging you close to him. He positioned himself close to you, his leg fitting between yours, half of his chest pressed to you. His hand traced up to your cheek before he leaned in, giving you a soft peck on the lips that had your heart aching for more. You took a deep breath, settling against him. Your arms wrapped around his back, feeling the warmth of his muscles beneath your palms.

 “You lied to me,” he said with a soft smile.

 “You were mad. I didn’t want to push you after Sam,” you said softly. “Regardless, I still came in here looking for you. If I didn’t find you, I would have come back to the library. Or I would have texted you purple.”

 “It was a losing battle tonight,” he breathed out. “We weren’t going to make a damn difference even if we had gotten there two days before that.”

 “How can you be so sure?” you questioned.

 “Call it a gut feeling. They know how to toy with us,” he started. “They like theatrics. Chances are, that meatsuit was deep fried extra crispy before we got there. He would have been a mess.”

 “Doesn’t take away what happened in there, Dean. It doesn’t take away the fact that I saw those poor lifeless bodies hanging there. All that blood. This job sucks so much sometimes,” you confessed. “And it’s terrifying to know that it could happen to you and Sam and take the two of you away from me. I don’t know what I’d do if that happened.”

 “We’re not going anywhere,” he assured you. “Even if Sam’s pissed at us right now.”

 “He’s cranky,” you shrugged. “He might be better in the morning.”

 “Yeah. Sleep usually helps him,” he nodded. “What about you? Are you going to be okay?”

 “I don’t know yet,” you swallowed hard. “I’m so on edge right now. My chest is tight, and I feel shaky. Like at any second, I’m going to have a panic attack and it’s only the start.”

 “So definitely purple for you,” he frowned.

 “I’m trying to be okay,” you mouthed, tears welling in your eyes. You felt a lump forming in your throat as you looked away from his gorgeous green eyes. You knew you would cave and everything would come crashing down.

 “I know you are,” he mumbled. “But it’s okay if you’re not. This life is hard, and it’s rough. We always get the short end of the stick. All we’ve got is each other to get us through the really bad stuff. And there is some really bad stuff.”

 “I hate the bad stuff,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “And not being able to save people.”

 “I know, sweetheart,” he said softly, brushing the back of his knuckle over your cheek.

 “Purple,” you sobbed out, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You tightened your arms around him, squeezing him hard, as if he was going to disappear before your eyes. You felt his arms shift, pulling you into him. You felt the tears running down the sides of your face and into your hair. Your nose was filling with snot and your bottom lip quivered. You felt it with your entire body. At the same time, you felt a bit of release. You were safe in his personal space, like he had this bubble around you that no one could penetrate but you. All the warding in the world there to protect the both of you from harm's way.

 “It’s okay,” he whispered. “Let it all out. I’ve got you.” Man, did you let it out. You quaked beneath him as the sobs shot through you. The tears kept on coming, sliding down the sides of your face and into your hair. Dean’s hold never let up. His body was warm and welcoming with every tear that fell. His breathing was even, giving you something to match yours to.

 Eventually your nose got stuffed up and the tears fell less and less. Your breathing began to even out. You nuzzled into Dean’s neck a little more, relishing in the warmth of him so close to you. You never wanted to let go of him. You didn’t want to feel that cold fill the space between you again.

 “Colour?” you whispered.

 “To be determined,” he answered. “How are you holding up now?”

 “Better. Crying helped,” you nodded.

 “It usually does for you,” he half smiled. “I’m proud of you. You’re good at letting go when you need to and asking for help.”

 “So are you, Winchester,” you said, clearing your throat. Your voice hoarse from the tears. “You don’t give yourself nearly enough credit for how good you are doing. I draw my strength from you on the bad days. The days where I feel like shit, you’re there to pull me out of my funk. You’re the bestest friend a girl could ask for.”

 “I got scared tonight,” he confessed. “When I saw that family and the way he was looking at you. For a split second, I thought he was going to target you and take you away from me. That’s why I charged at him and why I didn’t question what I was doing. It was reckless and stupid, but when it comes to you - I don’t want to go through the pain of losing you knowing I could have done something about it. I won’t.”

 “Then you have to know that I won’t go through it again either, Dean. How many times have I lost you? How many times has something gone wrong to take you away from me?”

 “Too many,” he answered. “But you can get out of this life. Settle down somewhere and do whatever it is you want to do. You have a world of options. I have you and I have Sammy. That’s my life. I won’t lose either of you if I can help it.”

 “See, that’s where you are wrong, Winchester,” you swallowed hard. “I have you and I have Sam. You know the reason why I’m still in this with you. I can’t do this alone. Hunter life or regular life. At least when I’m here with you, I have a family. I need you and I need Sam. End of story.”

 “You’re just saying that because I’ve ruined all other men for you,” he winked.

 “Shut up, loser,” you scoffed playfully. “You got an answer for me?”

 “Green. Just need you to sleep next to me tonight,” he breathed out.

 “Big spoon or little spoon?” you questioned.

 “I’ll be big tonight. You look like you could use some arms around you still,” he smiled. You nodded your head as your eyes flicked up to his gorgeous green orbs. In a moment of confidence, you arched your head up, capturing his lips with yours in a sweet kiss.

 “Night De,” you muttered, turning in his arms. He settled down behind you, wrapping his arm tightly around your middle. He rested his head against yours, making himself comfortable. You placed your hand on his, nuzzling into the pillow.

 “Night Y/N.”

 Your eyes fluttered shut as you found comfort in his arms. A small smile played on your lips at the feel of him pressed against your back. There was no one else in the world you’d rather be with right now than Dean. Not even Sam could replace this man’s spot in your heart.

 “Mmmh, plaid,” you muttered.

 “Plaid?” he asked, confusion evident in his voice.

 “Multiple colours,” you whispered. “It’s a new one for us. Unless you want to use kaleidoscope instead.”

 “Depends,” he paused. “What does this one mean?”

 “It means, in this fucked up world we live in, there is no one in the universe I’d rather have next to me than you,” you revealed. “All the colours and then some in one. It’s my way of saying that I love you, Dean Winchester.”

 “Well then, plaid it is,” he chuckled. “‘Cause I love you too.”

 “Mhh, good,” you yawned. “Besides, I’m fairly certain you’re my soulmate at this point.”

 “I know you’re mine,” he said, tightening his arms around you. “Made for each other.”

 “And now everytime I steal your shirt, you’ll know I love you,” you giggled.

 “Best arrangement we’ve ever come up with,” he breathed out. “Sweet dreams, pretty girl.”

 “Night handsome.”

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ATTITUDE pt.1

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, aggressiveness, language DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18.

Summary: You and Steve have been talking about getting rough for a while, and when you snap at him at the airport he finally acts on his word.

Black!Reader 

Word Count: 2.8k

“Hey baby I’ll pick you up in 10”

Text message read at 6:45 pm.

You were so excited to see Steve after a long month of being away for a business trip with the company. Between meetings, paperwork, and Ted talks your schedule had been nothing but stress.

Steve could say the same about the matter. He’d seen how stressed you were even before you left in the first place. He knew that when you came back you’d be high strung, bratty, and clingy. To his hope, it would be in a good way. Not in the completely bitchy way.

While you waited at the terminal you crooked your neck to relieve the pain from a 2-hour drive and 6-hour flight. You sat at an unclean table listening to Brent Faiyez and Bryson tiller on repeat. Your natural hair crept out of the scarf and your mascara was smudged a bit. Exhausted, you waited. 

Ping.

It was Steve.

“Here” 

…

Sent 20 minutes ago. 

How had time passed so fast you thought? 

You had dozed off a bit while waiting and now your phone was buzzing off the rails. You answer to a panicked Steve.

“Finally! I was about to go park and come find you myself! I’m here. Are you ok? I’ve been waiting here for like 20–“

You cut him off not wanting to hear him stress out over something so simple. 

“Steve I’m fine, I just had my headphones in and dozed off. I’m coming” 

Click. 

You hadn’t meant to sound that annoyed but the ascending headache was enough for you to forget how Steve would react when you hung up like that. 

Walking out you saw the silver Tesla and Steve leaning on it with a baseball cap and sunglasses. 

When he looked up and saw you his jaw clenched a bit, but nonetheless a smile still appeared. He was so happy you were safe and you looked so cute when you were groggy.

“Baby you shouldn’t doze off like tha—“ He started.

You closed the door in his face as he put the things in the back seat. You didn’t want a lecture right now. 

Taken aback, Steve recollected himself and rounded the car to the driver’s seat. 

“The hell is your problem,” he said with a chuckle as he pulled off.

“I’m sorry I just have a headache, and you starting with a lecture wasn’t helping.” you said with a bit more of an attitude than you had meant for.

Steven gripped the wheel.

Calmly he started “Baby, I was just worried. I understand you’ve been under a lot of stress lately so I’ll let the attitude slide. I do recommend you recognize who you’re talking to though.”

The edge in his voice with the last sentence was enough to send a shiver down your spine. But to Steve’s attention, It didn’t stop you from crossing your legs and rolling your eyes dramatically.

Steve chuckled darkly. 

“Ya know what it’s ok if you want to be all bitchy right now. I know how we can fix that...very quickly.”

And just like that, you pulled into your apartment complex. You lagged as you got out, only grabbing your water and phone. With Steve leading up the stairs, you hadn’t realized how slow you were until you heard the door unlock on the 3rd floor. 

Damn, he’s fast.

A minute later you had caught up and shut the door. You assumed Steve would be putting the bags down in the bedroom while you locked the door behind you.

“I’m gonna lay-” cut off by the feeling of two strong arms on each side of your face, you gasped in surprise. 

How the hell did he move that fast?

You move to try to get around him with a huff and roll of your eyes but he caught your jaw with a firm hand. Aggravated you give him a pointed look, but his hand ignores the threat in your eyes. 

“I’m so glad you're home babygirl..”He said tipping your chin up.

“I was gonna cook you dinner... draw us a bubble bath.... And even put on your favorite movie....”

While he spoke his hands made their way to the back of your neck to grasp your hair in his fist. He took a deep breath in the crook of your neck and continued.

“...But you wanted to catch an attitude with me at the airport, and in the car, and again when we got home didn’t you?”

He tightened his grip and leaned your head back enough to feel his lips brush against your neck.

With the same low tone, barely above a whisper, Steve continued the mouth-watering monologue... 

“I don’t think you deserve any of that now.”

He let you go and simply walked back to your shared bedroom.

With your head cloudy and clear change of heart rate you finally let out a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding. 

Fuck.

Quickly you realized how much of an ass you had been, and how you should probably apologize. Not just because you were turned on and knew that if you didn’t he wouldn’t give you what you wanted, but because you loved him and knew you were in the wrong. 

When you got to the door of your bedroom, though, it seemed like it was too late to say sorry and get nice Steve for the night.

There he stood taking off his belt and nodding you over to the bed. 

Nervously you laughed, unsure if he was serious with the belt thing.

What is he ganna do? Spank me? Yeah su--

Your thought was interrupted by Steves’s impatience. With two large strides, he made his way towards you, grabbed your hair harshly, and sat you on the bed.

“Tonight, you will listen and obey. No back mouthing. No sass. And most importantly you will move. When. I. Say. Move.” he said tightening his grip with every word.

You were taken aback completely. While on the business trip you had talked about being rougher in the bedroom, but you hadn’t expected it to be so soon. And feel so fucking good…

You nodded.

“Use your words baby girl,” he said with a smirk knowing damn well he caught you off guard.

Continuing, Steve began to explain how the night would work.

“Now, like I said you obviously don’t deserve all those things that I had planned for us..”

He let go of his grip slightly and trailed the palms of his hands down your arms leaving a trail of goosebumps.

“...but..”

He stopped at your hips and gave an inviting squeeze.

“...I never said that you can’t earn it back.” he then takes your hand and leads it from where it lay beside you to his already hard dick.

When you touch it he sighs slowly and deliciously with a baritone growl that initiates another rough grab of your hair. He kisses you slowly and softly relishing in the feeling of your soft, plump, brown lips.

God those lips, he thought.

Getting the signal you lower yourself to your knees off the bed. Steve puts his belt on the bed and lets you help him lower his jeans and underwear. Sure enough, Steve had been hard as fuck since he had you in the car with him, which seemed like forever ago now. You didn’t want to keep him waiting anymore. Hell, you didn’t want to keep waiting.

With a sense of eagerness, you leaned forward only to pulled back again. You let out a whine.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. What? You eager babygirl?” Steve said what a condescending tone.

Damn you loved it when he used that tone on you too.

And just like that before you know it, without warning, Steve shoved it down your throat. Immediately you choke, earning a groan from the man above you. He uses his right hands to lift you up, and says roughly:

“Spit.”

And happily, you oblige.

There was nothing hotter to Steve than seeing spit strings hang from his tip and connect to your mouth. He watched in awe as he let you take him slowly. If only he knew how much you liked it too. 

Seeing Steve all blissed out above you with his mouth hung open with the occasional bite of his lip in disbelief that his babygirl was doing so well… for him, and just for him, was a sight for sore eyes. And when you take him just like...this..

“Fuuuuuuck baby-” Steve moaned with a curl of his toes and tight fist clench.

...you knew he was a goner.

You slack your jaw a bit to take him in; under the impression that Steve was about to finish, but suddenly he pulled back, crouched down, grabbed you by the neck, and inhaled deeply.

“You love trying to make me cum don’t you slut?” he said with a menacing laugh.

This was a side of Steve that you had never seen before but only fantasized about. It made you weak in the knees. Oh, and Steve didn't let that go unnoticed. 

“Didn’t think I was listening on the phone all those times you were talking about getting rough now did you? Trust me, baby… I’m about to make all your pretty dreams come true.”

The whole time he held you by the neck and kept his mouth over the shell of your ear. It felt intoxicating. It felt magical. It felt hot.

Steve took a mental note to laugh at you more, because you were definitely into this.

He backed you on the bed fast and reached over his head to take his shirt off. You fumble up to the headboard in an attempt to “get away”, but really just seeing if Steve was really going to go all in. And boy, was he. He grabbed your ankles to pull you back towards him and grabbed your jaw for a deep kiss.

You could have cum just from that alone. Your breathing was erratic by then and every time you groaned into his mouth you got a small one in return from him. And still, you were fully clothed.  Sitting up, you attempt to push Steve away to take off your button-up but disrupted Steves’s flow in the process.

He huffed in frustration. “Ugh, here I got it.”he said and proceeded to rip your buttons all the down. Still kissing you he unbuckles your belt, unzipped the zipper, and growls “Shutup for now, I’ll buy you a new shirt.”.

“Steve!” you play yell leaning up on your elbows revealing your lacy black bra. “C’mon that was my favo-” you begin to fade off as you feel Steve’s hand slip under your underwear.

“Shhhh..” He looks deep in your eyes with a smile knowing it was your favorite shirt but tries to keep you occupied with his fingers. He watched as your eyes fluttered as he grazed your clit. Fuck. He could feel your heat emanating from your core.

“Steve” you whisper moan.

Suddenly Steve pulls his hand out of your panties and puts them in your mouth.

“What the fuck did I just say?”

You look dead at him, eyes glazed over wanting him to put his hand back down your underwear.

“You ganna be quiet for Daddy now? You ganna listen?”

You nod.

Steve smiles and slowly takes his wet fingers out of your mouth and travels them lightly down your stomach and back under your panties and right on your clit without breaking eye contact.

“Goooood girll…”

‘Fuck, he knows damn well I can’t be quiet’ you thought taking a deep breath in.

Steve moves down more and feels your slick.

“OH Babbby.. You're so wet already. I’ve barely touched youu.” he laughs..

At that you whined. You just want him to touch you already. He tilts your chin up with his left hand that was on your side and kisses you; softly this time. He slides his tongue over your bottom lip, into your mouth and curls it to tickle the roof of your mouth. He can tell that you try to stifle back a moan, but he wanted it to be a challenge. He starts to move his right hand that returned to your clit and bit your lip when you moaned. 

‘Oh, my shit that was hot’ Steve thought as he continued to pull your lips with his teeth. He was so hard it hurt by then and you knew it. Hell, it was poking your side like a bat.

You grab him in your fist and Steve nearly drew blood from biting down too hard. You loved it, and apparently Steve did too. But, again...you forgot who was in charge.

“Fuck, you little--- youre reallly trying me. If I don’t give the order to touch, or move, you don’t.”

“But bab--” you started

He caught your hand and brought it above your head in a firm grip. Then the other but with Steve hovering over you. You gulped. 

“I told you to shut the fuck up.”. He whispered closely while grabbing the belt he had laid on the bed form earlier.

He held your hands with one tightly and looped the leather around your wrists swiftly. When he finished he looked down at you with dark eyes and a devious smile.

“Keep em there. This is going to be fun.”

Steve backed off the bed giving you a full view of his sculpted body. He looked at you for a moment like you were his last meal, before roughly dragging down your pants and socks. He then crawled up you body to slowly take each breast out from your laced bra. While he was admiring your brown nipples he looked at how desperate you were becoming and decided to push you a bit more by not so subtly moving his knee up to your core.

And like a fish in the ocean you took the bait.

Just as you felt his knee on your core Steve dove down to suck on your tits enough to make you moan a long symphony of cries. You ground down on his knee like it was the last resort, and to your surprise Steve let you. That is until he felt your breath become shallow and he immediately grabbed your hips to stop you.

“Baby? Are you trying to get off on Daddy’s knee?” Steve said pinching your nipples.

“Fu-yes, yes..” you said out of breath in your failed attempt to orgasm. 

“Tsk tsk tsk, not yet baby girl. Only when I say so.”

By then your scarf had fallen off, and your curly hair had been sprawled around the pillow and messily covered your face as you sunk into the poof. Steve loved it when you got like this because he knew if you didn't think about your hair then you were definitely in euphoria. And he’d still barely begun anything really. 

Snapping him back to reality was you attempting to scooch down to his knee again to get some friction, and he smiled. Steve sat up and adjusted himself in between your legs. 

You were desperate at this point. You just wanted your boyfriend to touch you. And there he sat looking at you with long blonde brown eyelashes telling you to beg...to beg for him and his touch.

Arching your back you gasped out a pleading “Daddy, please touch me, u-use your tongue anything- I ju-jus-fuuuuuu” was all you could get out before Steve licked a fat wet stripe up your pussy. You froze at the sensation, unable to comprehend how something could feel so fucking good.

Steve chuckled at your reaction and decided to make you cum then and there on his tongue. He wanted so badly to go fast and make you shake from stimulation, but thought of the much more rewarding slow and sensual build of an actual teasing orgasm for his woman. So he stuck with the long, slow stripes until your body gave him the sign to add a finger by clenching on air.

Stifled breaths. ‘Great. She's close.’ steve thought, adding another finger while changing the licks to light clit tickles with his tongue.

‘You were gone for’ you thought. Absolutely gone for.

One more lick and you saw stars.

“That's it, cum for me babygirl, cum for me, cum for me cum for me yeaaaaaah”.

Heavy breathing filled the room along with the feeling of absolute warmth.

Steve crawled up your body and gave you a small chaste kiss, before breaking away to tell you how hot it was to watch you cum for him like that.

“...so beautiful..” he said kissing your shoulder. 

“Yet so sassy…” he said, flipping you to your stomach...

[burnedbyshoto]

Sickness and Afflictions

todoroki shouto x reader; bakugou katsuki x reader

warnings: angst, fluff, cursing

a/n: one crushes your heart. the other one fills it. pick your poison. bitch... this made me sad and happy....

Part Two ; Alt Ending

todoroki shouto

You had been happy in your relationship with Shouto. Happiness and longevity seemed to be something coined for the two of you. But you knew that you were the first real relationship he had.

Recently, Shouto was becoming better acquainted with his family. Often spending his free days with his family instead of spending it with you. Which wasn’t an issue in your opinion, but it was three months since this started… and you only ever saw Shouto at night when he would come to bed past midnight. You were becoming upset by this, and whenever you voiced your emotions he was quick to ignore you.

The reality of your relationship was that you were not happy at this moment. You were also sure you did not wish to break up with him… but you wanted effort. Today was your birthday, and you hadn’t received a single acknowledgment from him about it. Today was your day off and he didn’t so much as kiss you goodbye today when he left for work as you woke up.

Today, you sat at the kitchen table at nine at night, waiting for him to come home. Your fingers play with a gift you bought for the two of you as a way to get him to go somewhere with you.

Some part of you wishes that he isn’t here because he has some elaborate plan. That these past few months, he’s been making you insecure for this very night. That Shouto’s waiting for you to cave first so he can expose his birthday celebration plans. But you know better to assume that, Shouto has never been spontaneous like that.

So today, instead of celebrating with friends, you waited for Shouto to come back home.

One hour passed.

Two hours more.

It’s no longer your birthday when the front door opens and closes. Your weary eyes staring at Shouto who walks in, slippers on his feet, exhaustion on his face.

Your eyes lock with his, and you break the gaze to continue down his body. There’s no card in sight.

“Why are you coming home so late?” You ask placing your chin onto your hand. Your eyes boring into your boyfriend’s ambivalent aura.

“Long day at work.” Was his response and it irked you.

“Midoriya-san posted a video of you and your classmates at a bar. Why are you lying?”

“We only went in celebration of—“

“Bakugou’s early birthday celebration, yeah. I know.” You snark back, your hand dropping on the table and a frown on both your faces.

“I’m not in the mood to have a lecture right now. Especially since you know everything there is to know.” Shouto voice drips with sarcasm as he tries walking away.

“Only because if I don’t you won’t ever talk to me!” You exasperate standing up. The sounds of the chair scraping against the floor echoes through the apartment.

Shouto stares at you, his heterochromia eyes feeling empty, lifeless.

“You don’t talk to me anymore.” You repeat, your bottom lip quivering. You try not letting your feelings overwhelm you. Desperate not to give him a reason to walk away. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Keeping your business to yourself?” Shouto steely response. His upper lip presses into his bottom one. “Why do you need to know everything?”

You blink many times, your mouth dropping with failed sentences.

“You’re my boyfriend,” You’re slow to respond. “I’m curious and concerned because you’re my boyfriend.”

“If you’re going to be telling me things I already know, I don’t see the point of me listening to you.”

You laugh, unsure of what was wrong with him. In your inability to speak, Shouto begins walking away. His arm hitting your shoulder causing you to stumble.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You seethe, your eyebrows scrunched as you push his back. He stills, not turning around. Your mind now in overdrive. “I’m trying to have a conversation with you! A conversation, Shouto! Something we haven’t done in fucking months! And you’re— you’re ruining it!!”

Shouto turns around, his face dark, his own eyebrows crunched as his lips are curling into a scowl. “Let’s make this clear, I’m not ruining anything here. I’m busy, y/n, I have a fucking job that requires utmost concentration and dedication. I can’t be waiting on your every demand and need. Don’t pretend that you didn’t know that coming in.”

“Of course I fucking knew that coming in! I’m the damn best fucking support employee Japan has! I’ve dealt with shit for you fucking heroes! I can see that you’re busy! But you’re not always busy! You just don’t spend any free time with me! And that’s what’s bugging me!”

That one complaint sends both of you over the edge. And insults pour out of both of your mouths. Eventually, you’re both just saying things to make the other upset.

You were too clingy. Demanding. Impatient. Unclean.

He was too bitchy. Completely unavailable. Dense. Opinionated.

He scrutinized what you had gotten him for Christmas. Claiming it was insensitive and embarrassing to open in front of his family.

You retorted that at the very least you had gotten him a present! You further added to the fact that he refused to meet your family.

He fought that you shouldn’t be too sensitive all the damn time because you’re a grown adult. Not some child.

It circles back to him not being attentive, the two of you in each other’s faces.

Red.

Angry.

Yelling.

“I don’t owe you anything. I don’t owe you my time, my energy, or my presence. If you’re not happy with it, why the hell are you here?” Shouto growls at you, his face dark.

“Because you mean everything to me, you fucking dick?! Something I’m not ready to give up! Is it that hard to fucking see that I want to be here?!”

“I don’t owe it to you to spend my free time with you,“ Shouto repeats. “You’re my girlfriend, not a pet!”

“Oh, no, sorry!!! I forgot because if I was a pet, I would be getting much more love and affection than this!! You know what, Shouto? This is my place. This is my apartment, and you still have the fucking audacity to show up with this attitude? For someone who loathes Endeavor as much as you do, you sure don’t act any fucking different from him.” You hiss centimeters from his face.

Your mind doesn’t even register the terrible words that come out of your mouth. All you know if that pure rage manifests upon Shouto’s own.

“Don’t you dare fucking compare me to him. You know nothing about what it was like living up with him.” Shouto seethes, as his body stiffens, his eyes dark and angry.

“Let me guess, always distant and cruel? Emotionally manipulative? Using the people in his life for his own advantage? Seeing only his own fucking feelings and no one else’s? Hm, and the real question is who am I describing?! Pro-Hero Endeavor or Shouto?!”

Shouto’s right-hand grips your forearm, shocking you at the sudden movement from him. But Shouto’s too angry to notice that his quirk activates in his moment of anger and frustration. Ice cold burning pain shoots down your arm. It not until you’re sobbing out in pain does he see the blistering ice burns on your forearm and the tears in your eyes. And fear fills his being.

You rip your forearm from his grasp. Baffled and choking sobs leaving your lips as you examine the blistering skin. You tremble as you cry.

He burned you.

Shouto burned you and he wasn’t even apologizing. All he was doing was staring.

Your eyes rip away from your burned arm and stare at Shouto. A new sadness burning through you. “I only wanted you to show me that I mattered today… it was my birthday today. No yesterday Shouto… it was my fucking birthday! But… I get it now, how much I annoy you, and how much you’re unhappy with me but… still. It was my birthday and you didn’t speak to me or acknowledge it at all yesterday.” Your voice resonates with broken, cracked, and defeated tones.

Your throat tightens with overwhelming sadness as pain throbs through your arm. But it’s nothing in comparison to the pain in your heart. You cry as you walk to the table grabbing the white envelope in your hands as you give it to him.

“Take this, it’s yours…! I’m… going to the hospital to get this fixed up… please don’t be here when I get back. …we—we are…” Your voice cracks again as you know what you have to say, but don’t want to say. It’s too late to fix these mistakes. “We’re done. Please have Midoriya come pick up your things. I don’t want to see you, ever again.”

You don’t even conceal the flowing tears as you clutch your burnt arm to your chest. You want him to say something, anything! Anything to convince you that this has only been a few bad months, but that this was the extent of it.

But still, even in defeat, he won’t budge to your will. “Leave the key under the mat, goodbye Todoroki.” You whisper completely defeated as you turn on your heel and leave the apartment.

Shouto goes to open the envelope you gave him, unsure of what it is. But he freezes at the sight of the address. ‘for shouto so that you can have fun with boring old me!’

Shouto unravels a letter within the envelope and reads it over.

‘dear shouto, I don’t know how to start a letter! is it like this? oh well!!!! I figured you were going to get me something I would love for my birthday. so I went ahead and got us this! two tickets to go, drumroll please, see the All Might museum that just opened!!! yes! you read it correctly!!! so I know you and all your friends somehow lost the lottery system for getting it among the Pro-Heroes. don’t panic, we support techs are smarter. we bid on them like feral animals. this ended up costing me ¥125,000!!! totally worth it in my stance. I know somethings been off with us lately, and I’m not all that sure what it is, but I do love you. like a lot. I’m just at this point unsure if I did anything in specific to make you mad? god, I hope not… anyways!!! I know we’ll get over it, we always do!! I love you Todoroki Shouto, and I’m so excited to get to go to this museum with you!!!! love - y/n’

A splitting headache overcame Shouto. His heart is frozen as he stared at the two tickets for special entrance to this museum. It was made out for today, the day after your birthday. A birthday that slipt his mind until your choked up voice reminded him of it.

Shouto sank to the ground, tears falling from his eyes. Oh.

He fucked up big time.

bakugou katsuki

On god, you were going to murder your boyfriend.

How could someone so smart be this dumb?

This entire day he had been avoiding you like a ninja and simply ignoring your every action to get him to open up. It was pissing you off! He was acting like a damn cat instead of a human being.

“Katsuki, I swear, if you don’t eat this goddam soup and medicine, I WILL murder you!” You snap through the bathroom door.

The countless amounts of dry heaving coughs, sniffles, and sneezes heard from the door. You still continue to bang the on wall despite him ignoring you. “Soup is fucking disgusting, and medicine can suck my balls!” Bakugou’s voice weakly snaps back. The sickness heavy in his throat. You can hear him retching just a little bit.

How the mighty fall when they’re sick. But Bakugou fell hard. Plus he refused anything to make himself better! He was more typically relying on his own body to make him better. Which was dumb! But this was week three of him being this way, he needed something stronger than his own immune system.

“If you don’t open this door, I’ll find someone who can kick the door down. Like Deku!”

“Like hell, you would, shitty woman. Even like this, I can kick his ass across the country and—and—ACHOO!!” The crackling of his quirk goes off.

Yes, the worst part of Bakugou being sick was that he was no longer as in control of his quirk.

You grumble as you place the piping hot soup and medicine bottle onto the hallway counter. You walked to the kitchen grabbing your spare bathroom key. You opened it up to find Bakugo sweating profoundly. His body shivering, yet wrapped up in five blankets. His eyes were bloodshot and his nose was plugged up with a tissue.

He looked disgusting.

“Don’t you dare,” He croaks slightly, his tongue heavy in his mouth.

You grab the damn soup and medicine and put it on the bathroom counter. Bakugou was trying to escape. But he was weaker than he typically was only because he would get a migraine from standing up. “Oh no, you’re not going fucking anywhere, dumbass!” You snap at Bakugou as you put your full weight onto his hips, trying to keep him pinned down.

Bakugou won’t let you challenge him like this, and is very quick to fight back. So there the two of you were, wrestling in the bathroom. Your healthy body pressed against his clammy and sweaty one, but still, he’s able to keep up with you.

“Let go of me, shitty woman! I don’t fucking need that crap!”

“Your nose is just about dripping on me, idiot! You’re taking the damn medicine!”

Bakugou’s hand clutched your forearms, ready to throw you off him. But he freezes, and your eyes widen in the horror of having his hands on you. And as he sneezes before he can pull away, his sweaty hands exploding against your arms.

“OH MY GOD!” You scream, scorching pain exploding against your skin. You pulled away from Bakugou, your arms quivering as you watched red blisters form on your arms.

“Shit, babe, I’m sorry!” Bakugou sneezes again, his fingertips exploding.

“You burned me!” You shriek, unsure on how to feel about your boyfriend using his quirk on you.

“Well, I told you to leave me alone!” Bakugou throws back at you, and youthrust your burned arms his way.

“Yeah, still! Also, WHY do you have zero control over your quirk when you’re sick?! YOU’RE SO ANNOYING!” You cackle despite the pain as Bakugou blows his nose before crawling over to you grabbing your arms.

“Stay here, shitty woman,” Bakugou says after examining your burnt arms.

You watch as Bakugou stands up and goes to the medicine cabinet and pulls out some burn salve he owned. He often got burns from overexerting his quirk, and it seemed that you were going to be the one using it today.

“This is why you need to leave me alone when I’m sick,” Bakugou grumbles as his clammy fingers touch your arms. The soothing balm kicking in at the slightest touch.

“NO, what you need to do is to let me take care of you, dumbass!” You counter, shoving him with your foot. “You’re sick, and you could’ve been better five days ago had you just let me take care of you.”

His eyes look up at yours when he’s done applying the balm, and he presses a kiss to your cheek. “Fine.”

Within a day you get him to feel better, but now it’s your nose that’s running. Chills running down your spine as Bakugou shoved soup down your throat.

"You’re gonna eat this damn soup.” Bakugou snaps as you groan.

Why was this soup literally the worst?