#chat i may be selfish this is gonna kill me

[nightmare8-420]

why am i such a fuck up why couldnt i have just been normal fuck i wanna kill myself

[quirkywalrus]

Silent Whispers: Dazai x Chuuya fanfic (18+) [Modern AU]

Hey guys, this is my first ever post on here so please bear with me. I have spent weeks writing this in my spare time so any support and interactions made on this piece would be highly appreciated. Depending how this one performs, I'll make additional parts.

Dazai speech, Chuuya speech, Akutagawa speech, unnamed character speech

6082 words. MINORS DNI

Ooc chuuya, ooc Dazai

TW: protect!ve s3x, 0ra1 s3x, su!sl1de, smut, tr@uma, sc@res, mentions of ex partners, h3ad, thr3at, sw3aring (if there are any that I have missed, pls let me know :))

Dazai sat on the grassy beach dunes watching the watercolour-like sunrise that bleeds across the morning sky and the innocent skin of the dangerous ocean. The sounds of the gulls echo through his thoughts as he too longed for freedom to travel the world, but not necessarily in his own body - more in a spiritual sense. Dazai looks down at his bandaged wrists , wishing that something as beautiful as the morning sunrise would wash over them without fearing as to what may lie underneath. He has finally had enough of this selfish and pathetic world. Today was the day that he would be as free as the coastal birds. He stood up, brushed off any grass and sand that littered his brown coat and fixed his hair.

'I need to at least look pretty when the police find me dead at the bottom of these dunes - engulfed by the innocent and peaceful sand that gets walked over and disturbed every day"

He plugged his headphones into his ears as they are already connected to his iPod as he prepares himself for his nearing plummet. He walked around 5 meters away from the edge and readied himself to sprint. The rising sun reflected in Dazai's deep, sad brown eyes, being the last beautiful thing he gets to witness before his death. He took a deep breath and jolted towards the end of the dune edge. That was it. There was nothing stopping him now. As he jumped, he could feel himself flying through the ocean air. He was finally on his way out of this cruel world - or so he thought. Dazai's shoulder jolted as he felt a tight grasp around his fabricated wrists.

"What are you doing you idiot?! YOU'RE GONNA DIE! It's ok, I'll save you!" the voice from the top of the dune shouts whilst still holding onto Dazai's wrist.

"JUST LET ME DIE DAMMIT! YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME! YOU CAN'T SAVE ME, NO ONE CAN!" Dazai screamed even though he was holding onto the arm trying to save him. Did he really want to die?

"Then come back up here and explain it to me then, let me get to know you. Let me try and help you." Dazai sighed and climbed up the side he was momentarily hanging from with the aid of his mystery saviour.

Dazai brushed himself off and looked down at the ground, shuffling his feet in the sand.

"I'm sorry officer, please don't send me away or to some crazy hospital" Dazai weeped and fell to the ground. He felt like this was the end of the road for him - death would be much more rewarding than being held in a psych ward. He felt a hand rest on his shoulder, making him look up.

"Lucky for you, I'm not with the police - let's come away from the edge and go get a coffee as it's still early in the morning most places near by will be serving breakfast. I'm Chuuya by the way - Chuuya Nakahara. Saves the awkward introductions later right?" Chuuya grinned with his hand behind his head.

"D-Dazai, my name is Dazai Osamu. Thanks for saving me I guess. If we're going for breakfast then I'll order a tea rather than a coffee as it's too bitter for me" Dazai giggled for the first time in a while, Chuuya found it strange that he was giggling straight after a near death encounter but he deducted that it's just the way Dazai is.

They both walked to the nearest cafe for some breakfast and a chat about why Dazai believe life is that bad it's worth killing himself over. But they started with small talk, talking about where they're from and things like that. They began to share some non-painful secrets that explain their personalities being the way they are.

"So. Why did you try to kill yourself this morning?"

"My my, you're very forward aren't you?"

"Why bother dilly dallying? I could've died trying to save you this morning, the least I deserve is an explanation as to why I almost sacrificed myself for a stranger" Chuuya scoffed, raising his eyebrow.

"My friend died a year ago today, I had never found any reason to care for anyone until I met him. He changed me for the better, but then I destroyed that when I failed to save him. Didn't see much point in living after that - tried to end it a few times but clearly failed otherwise I wouldn't be sat having breakfast with a stranger who has just saved my life"

Dazai had a sad smile painted on his face. It was clear that he was trying to remain happy in order to keep the nice warm atmosphere he was surrounded in. Chuuya didn't really know what to say, so he quietly continued to sip his coffee. He wanted to prove to Dazai that even though they are complete strangers sharing their sorry lives but more so that he actually cared about what he was going through.

"Sorry, it's a bit depressing isn't it. I don't want to drag you into this dark pit of sadness that I regretfully call my life"

Chuuya looked up and smiled.

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know your reasons. I wouldn't have invited you out for breakfast, especially when we have never met before. I suppose you could say I care about people too much for my own good."

"Oh so you asked me out to breakfast to get to know me, like a date?" Dazai stuck out his tongue and winked at Chuuya, he noticed that he started to twirl his ponytail between his fingers and blush.

"I-I er no... Besides, I'm sure you'd prefer a pretty young lady sat opposite you instead? Rather than a stranger who's a dude" Chuuya avoided any eye contact with Dazai for a few seconds. Dazai couldn't help but find the situation rather funny.

"Oh my dear Chuuya, I don't just swing one way - I like my men just as much as I like my women - so I guess you're in luck!" he winked again, making Chuuya become even more flustered. But Chuuya couldn't help but feel like it was fate that brought him to the coastal dunes that morning - to be there at the right moment to save someone who he believes in the long run would be able to save him.

"So, do you have a girlfriend? She won't be jealous of a handsome looking young man like yourself sharing a bowl of fruit with me will she?" Dazai had a grin like the Cheshire cat at this point.

"W-what?! N-no I- I'm not into girls like that...like I have friends who are girls and we get on great but no.... I did have a boyfriend, but it didn't work out"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I can't imagine why, you seem nice enough, besides how can a pretty like yours not have anyone significant to smile back at?" this was a brilliant example of Dazai trying to be supportive in a fun way but it not working out how it played in his head.

"You're doing this on purpose you dummy! You know that you're words are making me blush and that's embarrassing..."

Well done Dazai, you fucking idiot.

"Chuuya, you're the reason I'm still here and I am lucky enough to be sat across the table from my guardian angel eating syrup covered pancakes because they seem to have a rather large sweet tooth. You are so adorable and so noble for saving someone you have never met before, especially when it meant putting your own life at risk - and it could have been all for nothing but you took that chance. I'll be paying for our 'breakfast date' as I very much owe you one. We can go into town or to the park if you fancy? I don't really want to go home yet and I am really enjoying your company - that is, if you don't want to go home yet?" Dazai was doing all he can to show Chuuya how grateful he is for him saving him. Even though he was convinced that suicide was the best thing for him, as much as it pains him to admit it, he believes he's starting to fall for him.

They both smiled at each other and Chuuya nodded his head as he finished eating. Dazai paid for the meal and they headed out of the cafe but not 100% sure on where they were actually walking to. During their walk they playfully nudge and punch each other every now and then. It was like they were in their own little world.

"Can I ask something stupid Dazai?" for the first time, Chuuya felt incredibly nervous all of a sudden. He strongly fears rejection and humiliation so he wanted to try and sense Dazai's nature before asking him a question of this topic. Dazai responded with a 'mhm'.

"Do you believe in love at first sight? or that destiny brings people together?"

"I'm not really sure, I've never really been in love with someone romantically before. I mean, I have had relationships before but only when I was in my teen years and they didn't last very long nor did they mean anything. Wh-" Dazai gets cut off by a warm feeling. A feeling that he has never felt before. His hands fly out in front of him, realising how close Chuuya's body is to his. He realised that Chuuya had kissed him. It felt electrifying to him. Dazai's hands work up Chuuya's torso, tangling his hair to pull him closer. Is this what Chuuya was talking about when he meant love at first sight? Is this what it feels like? Over the past hour Dazai came to the conclusion that Chuuya could be a bit forward but he never thought he would be this forward this soon with someone he has only known for a few hours. But whatever this was, he wanted part of it. After what felt like forever, Chuuya finally let Dazai's lips go and looks down instantly as he began to cry. Even after only knowing each other for a short amount of time, it was clear to Dazai that Chuuya wasn't afraid to show his vulnerability around him. He gently lifted Chuuya's head by his chin so he could see him eye to eye and great him with a gentle smile - but Chuuya tried everything he could in order to avoid eye contact.

"Dazai don't look at me this way! I'm sorry I'm really sorry! I didn't want to make you feel awkward around me it's just I-" it was now Dazai's turn to cut Chuuya off with a kiss. He pushed Chuuya gently, guiding his body down to the grass in a nearby field, hovering above him so that he couldn't hide his face.

"You don't have to hide from me, Chuuya. You've heard my vulnerable side, so let me see yours. It's very clear that you believe in love at first sight - you longed to be loved after your last boyfriend. So let me, let me get to know you better so I can give you the love and attention you need and deserve. And when you're ready, only when you are 100% ready, you can tell me about your last relationship so I know how to be the best I can be for you. We'll move at your pace"

Dazai continued to kiss Chuuya passionately, pushing his body into the grass. He could feel the tears that puddled on Chuuya's delicate face.

"What do you want to do now Dazai? If you want to do anything at all"

"I am more than happy to do whatever you like Chuuya. If you still want to spend time with me or if you'd rather go home on your own I would be more than happy to walk you back to make sure you get there safe and sound."

"I want to go home - but I want you to come home with me"

"Are you sure that's what you want? We can watch a movie or play some games, I could cook us something-"

"Come home with me Dazai" Chuuya became very demanding very quickly and was very firm with his request. Dazai doesn't want anything to happen to Chuuya that will negatively effect him as he seems to be moving rather quickly. Dazai can't help but feel like he might be getting used a little but at this moment he hasn't felt this alive since before his best friend died a year ago. But what he doesn't know is that Chuuya dares slow things down with him in case he upsets him.

Dazai complied as he didn't want to betray Chuuya's trust so he followed his every move. Chuuya grabbed his wrists and dragged him quickly towards his house. It was small but it looked homely. On the inside there were empty wine bottle scattered on every surface as well as smashed picture frames to what Dazai could only pin point as to being pictures of Chuuya and his ex-boyfriend.

Chuuya kicked off his shoes and threw his coat on the floor behind the door rather than hanging it up on the hook. Before he could even take off his own shoes, Dazai was pushed back onto Chuuya's sofa. Chuuya jumped and sat on top of him, but Dazai couldn't help but notice that he was crying - he hid his face with his ginger hair and began to sob.

"I'm sorry, I don't want you to see me this vulnerable this soon after meeting me. I just want to have what I had in the past but I want it all with you. I know it sounds selfish and forward and that I am using you but the thing is Dazai I think I have fallen for you and I don't know how to show you that without all of this!" Dazai just listened and wiped his tears away, smiling to reassure him that everything is going to be ok. Chuuya kept sobbing even more by the second to the point where he was in full break down. Dazai pulled him towards his chest and hugged him - rubbing his head and his back in turn. He gently lifted his hat from his head and set it on the table next to him at arms reach. He felt honoured that Chuuya trusted him this much with his emotions already and he will do anything to keep Chuuya from being hurt again.

After about half an hour, the sobs began to die down into little sniffles. Chuuya fiddled with Dazai's coat to help himself regulate his emotions.

"Are you feeling better now ba- Sorry, I didn't mean for tha-"

"Say it Osamu. I want to hear you say it"

"Are you sure?"

"Say it" Dazai sighed at Chuuya's request but complied.

"Are you feeling better now baby?" it was now Dazai's turn to blush, when he saw Chuuya giggle and get flustered it only made him blush harder.

"Stay with me for longer Dazai, please" Chuuya sat up whilst he begged, finally making direct eye contact with the blushing Dazai.

"Chuuya, I never said I was going yet. It's only midday and I have no plans"

"Are you going to stay the night? We could watch a movie or two if you like?" Dazai could hear the excitement in his voice, there was no way he was going to let him down so soon.

"Do you think that's wise? We've only just met, I'm not sure we should rush into things just yet. I want to get to know you Chuuya, I want to get to love you properly" Chuuya couldn't help but smile. He leaned down and gently kissed him, grabbing his bandaged wrists and guiding them down to his hips - gliding one of them up his back. Chuuya twitched with every touch.

As much as Dazai wanted to respect Chuuya's personal boundaries, he could just as easily rip both of their clothes off, skip the movie and rush into something more heated. But that would be wrong of him, so he just follows Chuuya's movements instead.

Their bodies melted into each other like they were a perfect fit together. Chuuya began to bite and nip at Dazai's lips, moving down slowly towards his neck - sucking on it to hear his hidden whines and whimpers. Not even the marvellous Dazai could hold onto his vulnerability.

Chuuya started to unbutton Dazai's shirt when he realised that his torso is littered with old scars. He also realised that there were some slightly newer ones too. He stopped but couldn't help but stare at them - not realising how much pain Dazai must really be in.

"D-Dazai I-I I'm so sorry I didn't know-"

"Touch them Chuuya, they won't hurt me I promise. I want you to be the first person to touch them"

Chuuya couldn't find the right words in his head. Dazai laced his fingers with Chuuya's and guided his hand over his scars. His painted finger nails lightly brushed against some of the raised scars and Dazai's incredibly smooth skin for a suicidal maniac.

"I trust you Chuuya. Take these bandages off too" he said as he held out his wrists as if being arrested. Chuuya gently unwrapped Dazai's scared wrists, kissing down them as he unravelled the bandages.

"Come on, let's go" Chuuya jumped off of Dazai and dragged him off the sofa.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere not too far from here where we can have some real fun" Chuuya winked. He was such a flirt and definitely knows what he wants when he wants it. He laced his fingers with Dazai's again and lead him into his bedroom.

Chuuya pushed Dazai backwards onto the bed. Dazai not waiting a second to pull Chuuya on top of him by his choker. They continued their make out session until Chuuya slid off to reach something under the bed. Dazai had a confused expression on his face, wondering just what Chuuya could be looking for in the middle of their kissing spree. He lifted a box onto Dazai's lap which was full of games and films.

"Do you wanna play or do you wanna watch?" This was the first time Chuuya was truly giddy about something for the first time in a while.

"Well well well babe, that's definitely an offer I have never been lucky enough to receive" Dazai winked and pecked Chuuya's forehead - making him blush.

"Damn you! Do you wanna play video games or watch a movie? If don't decide soon then I'll just pick instead-" Chuuya was cut off by Dazai lifting him up onto the bed and pinning him down.

"Is all of this clothing really necessary baby? I'm sure it would look a lot better in a strewn pile with mine don't you think?" Dazai smiled and smirked and took the rest of the shirt off that Chuuya had started to unbutton, sticking his tongue out at him.

Within seconds, Chuuya pushed the box off the bed and removed his shirt, all whilst making out with a topless Dazai. It was clear to Dazai that the both of them were getting excited as they could see the bulging of their trousers. Dazai pulled on Chuuya's belt so he was practically sat on top of him.

"Chuuya. I don't want to make you uncomfortable by asking but-"

"Yes. I know what you're gonna ask. My ex-boyfriend and I never made it that far"

"We don't have to rush into anything. We only met today, we can build up to this later down our relationship. I want you to be my boyfriend Chuuya Nakahara. You were the one that saved me this morning when you had no obligation to. When I told you I didn't really believe in love at first sight it was because I was scared of what you were going to say as well as not knowing what true love feels like. As soon as I saw those aqua eyes stare at me over the dune edge this morning I knew that I was in love with you - I just had to hope that nobody else had already claimed you" For one of the rare times in his life, Dazai began to shed a few tears but smiled at the same time. Chuuya wiped away his tears like he did for him earlier, kissing him gently.

"I am happy for my first time to be with you Dazai. I don't think I could trust anyone else with something like that." Chuuya smiled and ran to close his curtains, starting to undress himself in the dim bedroom whilst under Dazai's watchful gaze.

Chuuya's thin frame shone in the small amount of light beaming through the small gap in the curtains. Now only in his underwear, he crawls on top of Dazai - kissing up his stomach as he travels. Dazai wrapped his fingers around Chuuya's choker again, pulling him up towards him at a quicker pace.

They stared at each other with lustful eyes, darting their pupils from each other's to their lips. They crashed into each other yet again, pulling at each other's hair and hips. Dazai ran his hand up Chuuya's thigh whilst putting the other on the small of his back. Desperately, Chuuya started to unbutton Dazai's jeans, sliding them off quickly - revealing even more scars on his upper thighs. Surprisingly, Chuuya reached for a pen on his bedside table, confusing Dazai.

"What do you need the pen for babe?"

"So I can draw around your scars - making them even more pretty baby" he growled and took the cap of the pen off with his teeth, drawing hearts and stars around some of Dazai's scars. What Chuuya hadn't found out yet was that Dazai was actually ticklish on the inside of his thighs and his ribs - the pen was making him giggle and squirm like a little child. Chuuya had an incredibly wide smile, this was a great example of the things he longed to experience in his last relationship.

After Chuuya had finished with the pen, he put his cold hands between Dazai's underwear and his delicate skin - making him jolt unexpectedly but moan really loudly at the same time. He continued to move his hand, making Dazai's head fall back even more - which he took the opportunity to leave love bites on his exposed neck.

"ffuck Chuuya" Dazai moaned. "I have a confession. This is my first time too...I've been close but it just never really happened." This in fact made Chuuya feel even more comfortable in the presence of Dazai. Dazai repaid the favour by moving his hand under Chuuya's tight black underwear - touching him gently, causing him to whimper a little. As he picked up the pace of his hand, Chuuya's meanings began to be more rapid and feminine - he was definitely getting off on it.

"Are you comfortable doing this so soon Dazai? I don't want to rush you either"

"Absolutely. Are you?"

"Let's make each other our firsts then" Chuuya reached into his bedside drawer again, pulling out a condom.

"Look at you being responsible baby" Dazai smirked and took the red squared packet. He ripped it open and glided it onto himself gently. They made out with each other as Dazai gently pushed himself into Chuuya - they both let out a sharp gasp.

"We're connected now, you and me. My love" Dazai gently kissed Chuuya as he slowly moved back and forth into him. Chuuya's nails were almost causing bleeding on Dazai's back - the bedroom atmosphere flooding with moans and ecstasy.

Their moans collided in harmony, they were that loud that neighbours will have most definitely heard them. In fact, they were moaning that loud that they didn't hear the front door open. The intruder opened the door slowly, stepping carefully over Chuuya's coat and two pairs of shoes. They could hear noises coming from the bedroom, making them feel sick and angry. They marched to the door and barged their way through.

"CHUUYA WHAT THE FUCK?! WHO IS THAT?! AND TO THINK I CAME BACK TO APOLOGISE FOR WHAT I DID TO YOU AND YET HERE YOU ARE FUCKING ANOTHER GUY! I TRIED SO MANY TIMES TO SHOOT MY SHOT WITH YOU, WHAT MAKES HIM MORE WORTHY OF YOUR VIRGINITY THAN ME?!"

Dazai was furious but he wanted to stay calm for Chuuya who was shaking and covering his face. He gently removed himself and slipped on his underwear.

"I'll be right back my love, I'll be as quick as I can so we can continue our special time together" Dazai kissed Chuuya softly and stroked his face as he made his way to the bedroom door with strong, intimidating strides - making the unexpected intruder step backwards. Dazai put one hand on the side of the door frame, leaning on it and putting his other hand on his hip.

"Now, I don't know who you are - not like I really care but you entered this house unannounced and come barging into this room when I am sure you knew that something private was taking place behind this door. So politely, get out of my boyfriend's house - otherwise I'll have to get some of my contacts to deal with you and that is something you definitely don't want to happen." Chuuya couldn't help but admire Dazai's bravery to stand up to a stranger (who was indeed Chuuya's ex-boyfriend) only in his underwear whilst still having a hard on. His eyes could have turned into hearts if it was physically possible.

"I came for my stuff back you self entitled ASSHOLE!"

"Well how about I finish my work here as I treat MY boyfriend like a princess. Once I have finished with him, we'll pack all your stuff up and throw it in the bin where you can collect them later" Dazai smirked and pushed the guy out the door, slamming it in his face. He quickly went back to Chuuya and picked up where he left off, purposely doing everything he could to make Chuuya scream his name, knowing full well that Chuuya's ex had not left the house yet and was definitely still listening to a stranger rail his ex-boyfriend.

"f-fuck D-Dazai!"

"Call me by my first name - I wanna hear my name escape your sweet mouth"

"O-Osamu - agh- f-fuck!" Chuuya struggled but got there in the end.

"Good boy Chuuya, you're such a good boy" Dazai said loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. They both hit their climaxes together - finishing their romantic cycle.

"Stay here baby, do you want anything? You did so well baby - let me pamper you this evening my princess. Shall I run you a bath dearest? Baby? Are you ok? Don't cry- I'll be right back" Dazai reassured him with a kiss.

"CHUUYA I KNOW YOU WANT ME BACK! I'M SORRY FOR HURTING YOU THE WAY I DID!"

"Excuse me my darling" he whispers and passes the remote to him while he went to go and deal with the twat on the other side of the door. He gently slipped out of the door and closed it, making sure that the creep wasn't gazing over Chuuya.

"Enjoyed our performance then creep? Why are you even still here?" he said to the guy firmly who was sat on the sofa where the two of them were not too long ago.

"Who are you?! What make's you a better person than me?!"

"Well for one, I am now Chuuya's boyfriend and if you couldn't hear him scream for me loud enough then you must be deaf. But I am Dazai. Such a shame that you couldn't experience what we did but I'm sure that you can imagine it as you stayed to hear the end. I know you have keys to this place otherwise you wouldn't have got in so easily. I suggest you leave now before I throw you out the window - hand me your keys" Dazai held out his hands and the guy handed back the keys and scoffed, kicking stuff around the house on his way out and slammed the door.

Dasai was rather pleased with himself. He went into the bathroom and ran a bath for Chuuya. He searched around his bathroom and found some essential oils, bubble bath and dissolvable rose petals. The bubbles started to slowly form as the water ran, leaving enough time for him to go and make a coffee for Chuuya.

"Oh baby! I brought you a coffee! I am also running you a bubble bath so you can relax. H-hey Chuuya what are you doing?!" Dazai giggled whilst trying to put Chuuya's coffee down. Chuuya pounced off the beaded dropped to his knees in front of Dazai, trying to pull his underwear down again.

"Oh? Did your hard on not die down after earlier or did confronting my ex on my behalf give your ego a massage? Either way let me fix that my darling" Chuuya smirked and looked up at his new boyfriend - whilst he's still naked from earlier events.

"Chuuya I'm running you a bath my dear. Why don't you have a soak and we can continue this later"

"Will you be joining me? You pleasured me so you deserve to relax too" Chuuya smirked.

"You wan't me to ruin your relaxing bath?"

"You couldn't ruin anything - apart from my body but I'm happy for it to belong to you Dazai" Chuuya lead Dazai to the bathroom and took off his underwear for him. The bath was finally full and at a perfect temperature for both of them to enjoy. They climb in one by one - Dazai going first and then he helped guide Chuuya in without him slipping. Chuuya was laying between Dazai's legs, resting his head on his torso - the couple were chatting about how they were going to spend the rest of their evening and what food they fancied.

Chuuya turned around on his knees to face Dazai, lifting his hips so that they rest on his thighs. He leans down and litters kisses all over Dazai's chest, purposely making him hard.

"Ch-Chuuya, what are you planning?" Dazai moaned as Chuuya kisses him and abruptly grabs his dick, making him groan in a very low voice. Dazai has never been so in love before but he's revelling in every minute of it. Chuuya continues to move his hand up and down whilst Dazai moans in his efforts to repay him for his pleasure earlier.

Dazai moved Chuuya's hair out of his face so he can maintain eye contact with the beauty in his lap. Chuuya scrambled out of the bath and just as he hoped, Dazai was not far behind him. They both ran back into the bedroom, still soaking wet from what was supposed to be a 'relaxing' bath. Within seconds, Chuuya dropped to his knees in front of him again, but this time, holding a leash in his hands - making Dazai speechless.

"Attach this to my choker, let me be your dog for the evening" he said in a musky voice. Without a second thought, Dazai clipped the leash to his choker and tugged on it. Making Chuuya look up like a begging puppy with his tongue sticking out - which is very much to his liking.

"Fuck Chuuya the way you look at me with those eyes is making me lose my mind - I feel like my head is going to explode" Without hesitation, Chuuya stuffed Dazai into his mouth, sucking on it like he's trying to drain the life out of it. Dazai's knees start to weaken, making him collapse to the floor - still holding on to Chuuya's leash.

"Shit Dazai are you ok?! Fuck I'm so-"

"I don't remember telling you to stop baby boy. Keep going." Dazai couldn't help but feel slightly guilty for demanding Chuuya the way he did but Chuuya didn't seemed to mind as he obeyed immediately.

"Yes Dazai" he said between mouthfuls. After another 10 minutes Dazai finally hit his climax point which dribbled down the inside of Chuuya's throat. He wiped his mouth and stood up but before he could settle himself, Dazai pushed him onto the bed and gave him the same treatment that Chuuya did for him.

After their spicy bedroom antics, they decided on a few films to watch and a takeaway, cuddling the night away.

"Shit I've got work tomorrow"

"Do you really have to go? I don't wanna be away from you just yet"

"Don't worry baby, I'm not going anywhere yet. I'll have to go home eventually but I'll just call in sick and we can spend the whole day together" Dazai kissed Chuuya on the head as he leant his head on him with an arm wrapped round his tender body.

"hopefully Aktugawa won't mind - Kunikida will but he's bothered by everything anyway" Dazai picked up his phone and rang Akutagawa. Because Chuuya was so close, he was able to hear the other person on the phone's voice - not like he was jealous as he had no reason to be - he was just being a little cautious.

"Hi, this is Akutagawa"

"Hey buddy, it's Dazai"

"D-Dazai?! How can I be of personal assistance to you?" hearing this riled Chuuya up a little but Dazai stroked his head in reassurance.

"I'm not coming in tomorrow or the day after - I have a tummy bug. Hopefully Kunikida won't freak out about me not being there but knowing him - he'll do it anyway" Chuuya decided to tease Dazai by kissing his neck, making it hard for him to hold back the moans whilst he's trying to convince his coworker that he's 'sick'. Chuuya couldn't help but let out a little moan himself, just to hammer in his seriousness to Dazai...which Akutagawa heard.

"Dazai, who are you with right now?" Dazai didn't really want to lie about his new relationship and he was going to find out anyway - besides he didn't want to make Chuuya feel uncomfortable.

"Sorry Akutagawa, it's not me who's sick it's my boyfriend - he's not feeling great so I need a few days to look after him, I just thought I'd be polite and give you the heads up instead of not showing up at all - which was an option I was highly considering" he smiled and looked down at Chuuya who was just drinking him in with his eyes making them both blush.

"BOYFRIEND?! SINCE WHEN DID YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?!"

"Since about 16 hours ago?"

"Slut" and with that Akutagawa hung up the phone.

"Right my darling, I have 3 whole days with you until I have to go home to go to work" giving Chuuya a little kiss.

"I'm surprised you told someone that you have a boyfriend this early after us getting together, are you not embarrassed?"

"My dear Chuuya, everyone I work with knows I'm not 100% straight so it's not a huge surprise. Besides, why hide who I'm in love with?" both of them smiled and continued to watch the movie. Dazai turned to look at the clock on Chuuya's bedside table and it read 2:30am.

"Baby boy we should sleep now, you look very tired. You need your quality rest. I'll grab a blanket and sleep on the sofa, good night my darling" he kissed Chuuya on the head but before he could go anywhere, he felt a tug on his wrist which made him turn his head.

"Why do you need to sleep on the sofa? We've just had sex for the first time with each other, shared a bath, gave each other head - what's sleeping in a bed together?

"Chuuya, I just don't want to invade your personal space seeing as ones bed is a private and personal area where one can and should feel safe..."

"Please stay Dazai."

"If that's what you really want then I will do anything for you my darling Chuuya. Is it too early in our relationship to say 'I love you'?" Chuuya sat up suddenly with wide teary eyes and an adorable grin.

"I love you too Dazai" and with that they made out for a few minutes and fell asleep in a tight cuddle, smiling happily in the company of each other.

Thank you for reading my first published piece. Any comments are greatly appreciated and I will start taking requests if you like my writing style and have any characters in mind. I'm obviously not familiar with every fictional character but if you tell me a bit of info about them I'll see what I can come up with.

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How Heisenberg react on other Lords around his s/o

let`s just say an obvious fact. Heisenberg is a possesive man. and he`s don`t get jealous. he`s get mad. he`s a selfish, he`s a showman. and we all know about it, okay? fight me if that`s not true, that`s a completely canon. so i wondered how he would react on a company near his s/o in form of other Lords. sorry that I wrote so small for Moreau, I just don`t know what to write. also maybe I`ll write something like that about the other Lords if you`ll like it. anyway, enjoy! <3

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu + Bela, Cassandra and Daniela Dimitrescu

Oh god, we all knows relationships of these two. They very, very tense. So Heisenberg will say absolutely no when you ask him if you can go to Alcina`s castle. Нe quickly gets annoyed at the very thought that you will go to the dwelling of that “bloodsucker bitch”. Of all the three Lords Alcina is the last person in list he wants you to go to.

But if you still go, be ready to see grumpy metall daddy. He`ll complain about it a lot. He`ll maybe even just pick you up near the gate of the factory and bring you back to his domain without any words. Don`t worry, he`s just got too jealous mad. But you`ll have to spend the rest of your day in factory, watching while Karl works. And you doesn`t complain about it, right?

If you have to spend your time at the factory, Heisenberg`ll be a showman but in three times harder than he usually is. He is making metall flying more often and does it right in front of you to show that he`s way much better than some damn bloodsucker in a castle. He can even take his shirt off because “it`s too fucking hot in here” and he can`t continue working like that. He`s doing a lot off a physical work just for you to see how strong he really is. 

I like headcanon about Karl like a cool uncle for Bela, Cassandra and Daniela and they three really love him. So maybe if it`s really warm outside and he`s in good mood, he`ll let you go for a little walk around the village with them. They really like you and their mother also seems to like you and your company around her and hers beloved daughters.

if in Karl`s opinion you`re staying with Alcina for too long his patience may break. In that case he`ll come to the castle himself to take you back to the factory. He just throws you on his shoulder carrying you out of the room where you was peacefully drinking tea and chatting with Alcina a moment ago. Alcina obviously will shout something after him about how brusque and rude he is but he`ll or wave a hand at her saying something like “yeah, yeah, as you say, Dimitrescu, but I`m taking what`s mine back, go find another toy for yourself, bitch.” or he will raise his hand up showing the middle finger making Lady D gasping indignantly.

You have to silently listen to his complains and angry curses address to Alcina all the way home. And if you`ll protest trying to protect Lady Dimitrescu, he`ll get more pissed. He`ll casually put you on your feet looking at you with pure fury in eyes. How dare you protect some super-sized vampire being when you have him? You`ll eventually have an argument about your words (he`s so dramatic I can`t). After that Karl just throw an angry “then go to your loved fucking Alcina! I`m going home!” and just will start leaving towards the factory. but even if he said that, he wants nothing more than you to follow him, he hope that you`ll follow him. and you do that everytime. you immidieatly follow him, grabbing his hand with a little smile on your face. He irritably repeat that you should go to the castle if you want so much, but he will not pull out his hand, just squeeze your hand a little tighter. you just smiles more at it feeling the warmth spreading in your chest and you say “yeah, as you say, Karl”.

Miss Donna Benevento + Angie

I also like headcanon about Donna`s good relationships with other Lords. So I think he`ll don`t mind you going to her house at all, but he`s dislikes Angie because he finds her annoying. So he still complain but less than if you`d go to the Dimitrescu castle. (he`ll always complain c`mon guys. he`s too possesive to let anyone else play with his toys ;) and you all know that.) He, still, let you go and don`t trying to prevent you from going. 

If you`ll want him to go with you, he`ll dismiss that, saying that he still have a lot of work in factory. But if you`re lucky and you got him out the factory, then Donna probably will be shy at first since Karl isn`t the frequent guest in hers house. But as you starts a conversation with her and Angie she seems more comfortable around Heisenberg and even offer a tea for you two. Heisenberg is calm around Donna, but might shout a little at Angie if she will piss him off too much. But he`s quickly apologize for it to Donna. Donna just nods at it continuing the conversation.

Of course Angie will making him have a tea party with her, you and Donna. And even if he don`t want to, he doesn`t seem to have an other option because you like that idea, he sees it by how your eyes starts sparkling a little. And considering that fact that you don't have a quiet life because of Miranda, he just can't refuse, wanting to make your life a little better, happier.

Imagine Angie braiding a lot of different hairpins in his hair while he grumbles about how stupid he`ll look like. And you just can`t help but smiles and giggles a little with Donna on a couch. And he think that if it didn`t make you happy he`d throw Angie in a wall with all strength. But as long as it let him see your smile he`ll be patience. 

One day you brought Heisenberg a little puppet of him from Donna. “Look! It was made by Donna. Cool, right? It`s look exactly like you!” At this words Karl just raised his eyebrow looking at the puppet in your hand skeptically. “Why the fuck did you brought it thing here?” “Because I liked it. And Donna let me take it, she said that she can make another one. Look how cute it is. Just like you. I`m gonna put it on a desk in our room.” after that words you go to your shared bedroom leaving Karl proceed what`ve you just said. You said that compliment that easy that he is just kinda turned off by that still don`t used to hear that in his address.

Lord Salvatore Moreau

If you say that you want to visit Moreau, Karl will be disgusted about it. He didn`t like talking with that fish man, he was disgusting person to spend time with. And he quite doesn`t want you to spend time with Sal. When you say that you want to go view some soap opera or show with Moreau, Heisenberg just like in other two situations will complain about how stinky this bastard is, that he lives practically in a swamp, that he`s vomits and he`s not good company. And if you`d say “then tell me who IS a good company for me” he`d immidiately answer “me of course, dollface.” and smirk at you.

He also a little woried that Moreau will hurt you accidently. But he definitely won`t say it out loud, no. Because of that he won`t be able to work properly. All will fall out of hands, he`ll be mad because of it and eventually will start destroying his failed soldat and growl in a fury. 

If you`ll come home in tears because of some drama film that you was watching with Sal, Karl automaticly will ask “who made you feel like this? if that was Moro, I swear, I`ll kill him and make a sushi roll out of that bastard.” and you`ll have to explain that the reason why you`re crying right now is that protagonists of some drama serial died in the end. After you said that to Heisenberg, he`ll just sigs and ruffle your hair gently.

When you back to the factory you started smell of mud and rotten water. Karl obviosly don`t like it so he`ll throw his coat over you and make you work in factory so you`ll smell like him and factory, your real and only home. He also will be more clingy than usually because of that. He will hug you longer and will always try to touch you somehow. When you two get to the bed he will cuddle you, hug from back tighter than usually. He will be like that until he`ll make sure that you don`t smell like Moreau but like him, like home.

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MIYA ATSUMU - LITTLE MIYA

- summary - atsumu has to make sure that he’s the favourite parent to your unborn child and takes every chance he can get to convince them to pick him - fluff - x f reader

- an - this was for tsumu’s birthday but i was a little late posting due to unforeseen circumstances, but i’m glad i finally got it up, happy birthday tsum tsum i love u lots and thank u for being a character that i not only kin but have easily fallen in love with in a way too

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Sighing, Atsumu dropped his bag down and quietly took his shoes off and left them neatly by the door. The quiet hums of cars passing by outside your house reached the setters ears as he peered down the hall and noticed your bedroom light was still on.

The light was dim but he knew you’d likely have been reading or busying yourself some other way and you’d probably drifted off into a light sleep by now.

He shook his head and smiled thinking about how you’d always try and stay up for when he’d come home but you’d almost always end up falling back asleep.

Creaking the door open wider from where you’d left it slightly ajar where the dim light had been teasing the darkness of the halls of your home, Atsumu quietly stepped into the bedroom and began to shed the clothes he’d worn after taking a shower at the training grounds and into his boxers and white t-shirt. He would often take showers at the MSBY training grounds much to Sakusa’s delight as the latter would insist Atsumu’s stench was “unbearable” after training sessions (Atsumu was adamant that Sakusa only said this to wind him up but showered anyway), he also didn’t want to wake you up with the noise of water hitting the hard marble flooring in the bathroom and the sounds of the shower rinsing him.

Some may consider Atsumu a selfish man but it was small things like this that proved that hypothesis wrong. It was the little things Atsumu did out of habit that made him lean more towards the selfless side rather than selfish but it wasn’t like the two of you particularly cared about others perceptions of himself and your relationship. You knew Atsumu and you loved him the way he was regardless of what anyone else had to say about him.

He pulled the soft white sheets back and the mattress dipped as his weight rested down as he turned on his side to face you.

‘An angel’ he thought to himself as he brushed a few stray hairs out of your relaxed face before he managed to tear his eyes away and look down towards your stomach.

A smile crept up on his face as he crawled further down the bed until he was face level with the centre of your stomach.

“Hey little man, or girl.”

His soft whispers grew excited as he began to chatter to your stomach.

“Ya must’ve worn ya mother out today, she’s completely knocked out ya gotta go a little easy on her sometimes.”

His hand now moved to the beginning of the curve where your stomach stretched out to form a bump where your child was currently conversing with their father.

“Anyways, since I know what trouble you were causing today let me tell ya what I did today- oh yeah sorry I forgot, don’t get too mad at me will ya?”

Atsumu quickly pressed a ‘hello’ kiss to your stomach. He would always kiss both you and your stomach hello whenever he was met with you again insisting that the child would feel neglected if he left them out.

“Omi was in a bad mood this morning but would ya believe he said I’m gonna be a great dad?! I’m pretty sure it was a backhanded compliment since he did say ‘You’ll be a great dad, your kid is gonna love having a stupid and childish father they can call a friend.’...Do ya think that was backhanded? I think it was but he still admitted I’ll be a great dad so I guess I’ll take it.”

Rubbing small circles on your stomach Atsumu’s eyes twinkled as he felt a small kick, the action ever so slightly hitting against the palm of his hand.

“I knew ya were gonna agree with me! It was totally backhanded! I guess that's Omi for ya! Speaking of, I think yer gonna like him. If ya gonna be anythin like me, you’ll enjoy annoying him so I think he’s hopeful that ya gonna turn out like yer mother if anything.”

He glanced up at your sleeping form and smiled warmly. The thought of having a small version of himself excited him, but he also liked the idea of having a small version of you. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to handle an overexcited and non-stop child if they were to take after himself. Besides, he loved everything about you and he was sure that raising a small version of you would be a dream.

“Ya know, I have a feelin ya gonna be more like yer mom. She’s great and I know yer gonna be too. Obviously yer gonna be talented I mean, I’m yer dad! Of course yer gonna inherit my good looks and athletic talent but if ya don’t wanna play sports that's okay too! I know yer gonna have the talent for it though so the choice is yours!”

Finding out that he was going to be a father was one of Atsumu’s greatest achievements he’d insist. It was always in his plan for the future to become a dad and he was over the moon when you’d revealed that his efforts hadn’t gone to waste and that later on in the year, he was going to have a little Miya to help raise. Of course he wanted his child to get into sports. He was introduced to the industry at a young age and it had bagged him a career he loved, friends and bonds for life and a generous salary. At first, he was sure that his child was going to play volleyball. How could they not? Their dad was the setter for V-league team MSBY and recently scouted for the Olympic team. He had his sights set on raising a future champion but then he thought back to his own brother.

Osamu had been successful athletically too but looking where that took him, Atsumu saw that even though his brother had the capability to go professional and maybe even play in the same teams as him, Osamu found passion elsewhere and these days he was the owner of an extremely successful company in the food industry.

They’d both started at the same point but ended in different places and that was okay. It was then Atsumu began to tone down the insistence that his child was going to be a pro player just like him and he was more focused on helping his child find something they loved whether that was sports or something else and help them grow and go further in doing something they loved just like he had done.

You were extremely proud of your husband when he told you about this. You knew he’d realise it eventually but you were surprised at just how quick he’d been able to rethink the future of his child and reflect on how he was going to raise and support his them. Atsumu knew he wanted his child to be successful somehow but he had finally come to realise that it didn’t have to be athletically but rather anything your child wanted to do. If they did end up taking an interest in sport, great, but neither you or Atsumu were going to push it onto them just because their father was a pro athlete.

“Who knows, maybe you’ll even end up like yer uncle Samu and take up cookin. I’m sure he ain’t gonna mind if we take ya to his restaurants or stores to teach ya a thing or two. Yer gonna be more like me than him though got it? I don’t need him teasin me sayin that yer more like him and that ya like him more than me yeah?”

Another soft kick met his warm palm and he let out a soft scoff and aimed a harmless glare at your unborn child.

“Oi! Uncalled for! I know I can be a little rude sometimes, but I ain’t gonna let yer end up like me in that sense! Yer mom would kill me if she found out that yer manners were like mine back when I was a kid. Ya better not be annoyin either. Nana Miya will probably tell ya a few stories about me and uncle Samu and how we used to get on her nerves with constant bickerin and fightin.”

A soft laugh drifted from him as yet another soft kick was sent Astumu’s way.

“Alright, alright I’ll stop layin inta ya, just promise me you’ll be good for yer mom while I’m training and stuff? She’s the best and yer gonna love her so much I promise. I hope yer gonna love me just as much too because not to cheat, but yer mother and I have a little bet over who the favourite parent is gonna be so I’m not saying ya have to pick me but I am tellin ya now that yer obviously gonna like me more cause I’m gonna be the best dad ever for ya.”

His warm, calloused hand rubbed over your stomach as he carried on chatting to your child as if this was casual conversation to him.

The warm temperature on your growing stomach caused your eyes to flutter open as you registered it was in fact your husband who was touching and talking to you while you were unconscious.

“Tsumu? What are you doing?” Your eyes and voice heavy with sleep as a lazy smile traced over your face.

Atsumu looked up and hummed before meeting your half lidded eyes as he gave you a toothy grin.

“Just tellin our kid how I’m gonna be the best dad.”

“You little shit! You’re cheating, you can’t tell the baby to pick you as their favourite while I’m asleep that’s not fair!”

“Yeah? Well I bet ya tell our kid to pick you as their favourite while I’m at training! Ya have all day to convince them! I gotta make up for my time lost.”

You fought the smile that was trying to break out onto your face as the petty argument with your husband continued with him sitting next to your stomach and you leaning facing him.

“That’s not true, I would never play dirty!”

“Baby, yer a Miya now, playin dirty comes with the name so I know yer lying!!

His hand still rested on your stomach as his eyes lit up as yours widened. Yet another small kick was felt as a smug smile wiped across your husband's face.

“Ha! Even little Miya admits yer a liar!”

You huffed and playfully gared at your own stomach and then your husband.

“Snitches get stitches.” You poked your stomach gently as if to retaliate to your growing baby.

“Hear that? Yer mom’s mean! That’s why I’m gonna be the favourite!” Atsumu declared with a triumphant smile as you laid back down to rest your head on the pillow.

“Yeah yeah we’ll see… I’m gonna go back to sleep. Tsumu, I love you.”

Atsumu crawled back over to you and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and whispered a ‘good night’ and ‘I love you’ before padding back over on all fours to your stomach before meeting it eye-level once more.

“So back to what we were talking about before we were interrupted…”

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True Colors: An Emotionally Fantastic Serious Game Changer.

If we’re to look back at Reunion as Season 1′s dramatic pay off for Amphibia’s message of toxic friendships, as Anne & Sasha’s conflicting dynamic showed us, then True Colors is a colossal expansive note on this big theme of the series. True Colors makes Season 1′s finale look like a walk in the park for what angst goes down between our three main heroins in Season 2′s climatic resolution. Everything that can go wrong does go oh so painfully wrong for these three kids. Anne, to no one’s surprise, gets double crossed by Sasha leaving things between them a Hell of a lot more bitter than they were previously, as if that couldn’t already be topped when Sasha tried to kill the Plantars before. Anne has had enough of her lies and manipulation not being afraid to tell Sasha straight up how awful of a friend she’s been in general, even hitting her where it hurts most of all saying, “No, I’m done listening to you! I’m done trusting you! You’re a horrible person and I am done being FRIENDS with you!”, going so far as to get a shaken reaction out of Sasha dropping her brave face act, making this girl try to wipe away the frog family.

Right off the bat, True Colors makes it highly evident this isn’t just another story of stopping a bigger threat, but one hitting much closer to home, overall. Yes, King Andrias is certainly a dangerous villain, who makes his presence and intimidating nature known to the others by True Color’s final act, which despite this Amphibia isn’t entirely putting him at the forefront, rather focusing on a more intimate study of Anne, Sasha, and Marcy’s big emotional conflict. This finale knows exactly where to put its focus of importance on, so I love that instead of it being action packed we’re getting the spotlight shined on just how screwed up these three of a friendship have, in spite of Marcy claiming in The Dinner episode, “We’re supposed to be friends for life. We don’t split up!’ . Very ironic stuff right there, indeed.

True Colors’ most powerful strength it adds to Amphibia’s ongoing profound story about healthy friendships is the thorough deconstruction of these girls defined “ideal relationship” as people. Before Anne came to the world of Amphibia this kid was afraid to stand up for what she believed in, even knowing especially well that stealing the calamity box was morally questionable, but did it anyway. Sasha was super manipulative, abusive, and used her power to control people, like she did a lot of toward Anne in their lives. Marcy, while very smart, wasn’t the most competent physically, who soon grew into being more independent without needing to rely on Anne always having to be there for her. These three were changed immensely by the events of being thrust into this world of sentient amphibian creatures. Anne benefited morally most out out of all three in taking up the mantle of responsibility and ironing out her own issues. She’s become a much stronger person all around. 

This episode asks us an important question though in nutshell with, “Have Sasha & Marcy truly changed for the better?”, since Anne has reached a point in her arc feeling genuinely content with who she’s become and the bonds that have been made with the Plantar family shown most notably with Sprig Plantar. Hence the whole purpose behind the song, It’s No Big Deal, with Anne feeling proud for who she is, yet not noticing a bigger issue right underneath her nose. That previous episode was meant to bring Anne’s happiness up only to bring it all crashing down in a devastating display of new revelations in True Colors. Every dramatic emotional beat isn’t just earned. Each significant moment is completely knocked out of the park by terrific voice acting, beautiful animation, and music composition that gave me serious emotional goosebumps. True Colors did exactly as Not What He Seems accomplished for Gravity Falls in shaking up its own respective dramatic stakes just when you thought it couldn’t get any higher for these protagonists. Shit seriously hits the fan here.

Did it ever occur to you, Anne? Sasha? That one of you knew more, than she was letting on? That ONE of you might’ve gotten you stranded in Amphibia on purpose...?

The big bombshell twist of Marcy playing a part too in getting them into this whole debacle completely flips everything upside down. Sasha pushed Anne into taking the Calamity Box, yes, but if Marcy never sent that photo because of her desire to stay with them together forever, then they wouldn’t have been stranded in basically a world full of dangerous creatures and who knows what else. Easily my favorite part of the episode, considering it adds more nuance to a situation that defined Amphibia’s story. It wasn’t just one person’s fault at the end of the day. Sasha bullied Anne into taking the box, Anne didn’t put her foot down to make a stand for something morally questionable, and Marcy took advantage of them both to benefit her own selfish desires for supposedly a “happy ending” not involving them staying apart, due to her parents moving away for a new job. All three girls played an important part on why they got landed into Amphiba. It’s why Anne’s statement to King Andrias, “The three of us may have made some mistake, but you...You’re evil and I’m gonna stop you!”, holds such a real weight to it, as this story continues to solidify how genuinely fleshed out their dynamic is.

Marcy’s super desperate plea to be understood by Anne & Sasha when Andrias revealed her getting them thrown into Amphibia purposefully was hard to watch. On one hand, I felt for Marcy because she didn’t want real life circumstances to tear apart that close connection she had to Sasha & Anne. Sure, she could’ve just kept in touch with them over the phone or chatting online, too. However, Marcy had known them since very early childhood. When you’ve been so attached to someone it can be a devastating thing, depending on just how vulnerable you are emotionally, to start drifting apart. Marcy represents that embodiment of toxic need for togetherness and couldn’t bear to let a possibility, like moving away, throw a wrench into her happiness and friendship, as well.

Never mind Marcy wanting to stay permanently in a different reality, rather than face her’s, but it made this person feel like something more. It gave her a chance to feel truly special in being able to live out a fantasy dream of having such power and freedom that a kid, like herself, couldn’t have had. The freedom to know she is plenty capable of making it out there on her own without Anne having to watch this kid like a hawk. So, to have someone, or something, try taking it away from her terrified Marcy of facing a terrible truth. That she isn’t strong enough after all to live a life without Anne & Sasha by her side completely, where Marcy will never feel truly worthy enough to blossom into her own person. It’s why that line, “I just...didn’t want to be alone...”, carries such a deep pain to it all. Marcy just crumbles into pieces accepting her greatest weakness. As much as Marcy fumbled the ball big time, it’s so easy to empathize with her on the idea of feeling competent enough. Marcy never meant to hurt Anne or Sasha, but the sad crushing punchline is she very much did.

Speaking of which, Anne had every right to be upset and mad, obviously. Anne has been missing so many things from her life before everything went off the wall. Hopping Mall especially highlighted Anne’s emotional desire to give anything just to hear her mother’s singing again. This teenager has been really dealing with a lot of grief in general quite honestly. Anne got into a high stakes battle against Sasha to save new friends, who’d practically became like an adopted family, which left the poor girl traumatized and heartbroken over the end result. She thought finding Marcy would help compensate for it and eventually be able to mend those complications with Sasha to boot. It’s simply painful to see it all blow up in Anne’s face to know not only Sasha betrayed her trust yet again, but realizing Marcy also played a part of responsibility in getting them thrown here. Matt Braly really just decided to slap future trust issues onto Anne finding out Hop Pop, Sasha, and Marcy were all super dishonest in their intentions at one point or another. Damn, I feel so bad for her.

It makes their embracing hug back in Marcy At The Gates so much harder to watch. Anne was super glad to see her again. Anne had wondered what became of Marcy or even possibly started to think she could even be alive at all. Then come to find out later on Marcy having intentionally ripped her away from a normal life must’ve felt worse then what happened with Sasha. Anne, already done with all of Sasha’s bullshit, thought she could at least expect better from Marcy not letting her down, but that too wasn’t the case. Marcy is very much as flawed as Sasha in what she has done. To think, Anne wanted so badly to get back home, yet she’s staring the very person dead in the eye, who ripped her away from it to begin with. Marcy knew Sasha would talk Anne into taking the box from that thrift shop, even if she wasn’t completely certain it would successfully teleport them away. Regardless of whatever good intentions someone can have in why they did what they did, it still doesn’t absolve them of said mistake. Fact of the matter is, Marcy tragically made her own bed, by choosing to mess with forces she couldn’t begin to comprehend and now has to face consequences, in spite of her not deserving them.

What really got to me was when Marcy tried to spin around Anne’s personal growth and close friendship with the Plantars as all entirely thanks to her. When she said, “I gave you this! I gave you everything!”, I was like, “Nope, that couldn’t be any further from the truth.”, seeing everything that has culminated in Anne’s journey of bettering herself. Marcy didn’t give Anne anything, but a one way ticket to cutting the kid off from her family, presuming she’d be fine with this idea. It’s all kinds of messed up, however what it boils down to is Marcy undermining Anne’s independence and agency. Anne’s moral judgement in decision making was what allowed her to create this new life she made for herself in Amphibia. Anne’s honesty as a whole led her down a path of togetherness, while Marcy’s lying landed her in a result of not wanting to be alone, costing her so much.

“I don’t believe this. We were so focused on each other we couldn’t see what was right in front of us!”

True Colors excels at earning each of its emotional beats because they line up with character motivations down to the last letter. Anne doesn’t want to trust Sasha anymore because of their already rocky past, which leads to her helping King Andrias regain control of his kingdom. Sasha not keeping a lid on her temper, wanting to rule over Amphibia, and trying to reinforce that power dynamic with Anne & Marcy only made things worse for her image of a changed good friend. There wasn’t a chance in Hell Anne would hear Sasha’s reasoning after she flat out tried to take away her frog family, by attempting to use the Calamity Box a bit ago in the episode. Marcy wanted to believe there was a happily ever after in seeing this world traveling idea as their only chance for salvation as friends for life, but it turned out to be something much more sinister, when learning of Andrias’ backstory and his true scumbag nature. All three of their motivations come clashing together, blinding them from a much bigger danger. Something that effectively puts everyone at stake.

Amphibia’s Season 2 finale works so excellently, given it covers important dramatic elements it’s been stirring around since Season 1′s early rumblings. Amphibia is a story centered around people’s need for emotional connections. True Colors builds miraculously off what Reunion already did quite well in showing friendships can become rough and they are never easy to deal with. When you have to make a stand it can be a tough pill to swallow on the reality check of maybe this “good friend” of your’s isn’t as nice as you previously thought them to be. Anne having been hurt one too many times now by her former friend sends that message close to home, so much so even Sasha begins to question her morality as a human being. It poignantly encapsulates how this trio’s complex friendship is a serious growing issue needing to be reexamined, overall.

What if Anne’s right..? What if I am a horrible person...?

Something I absolutely love to pieces about True Colors, also a testament to Season 2′s darn good writing, is how much introspective we get from each character on what they’re feeling. We’ve seen plenty of Sasha’s vulnerability before in other episodes centered on her issues, but now we’re getting to the root of it. Sasha is really taking everything more to heart, little by little. Sasha’s understanding what kind of an effect she has on people, seeing the damage it has caused made evident by Percy and Braddock in Barrel’s Warhammer. Grime once told her, “Some dreams have a price and not everyone is willing to pay it.”, where she’s questioning that idealism every passing minute the invasion plan proceeds further into reaching success. Sasha isn’t sure what to do with herself anymore feeling aimless. Those previous episodes had a real impact on her priorities more than she cared to let on with Sasha’s typical tough girl act. This kid has let her guard down more, which scares and confuses Sasha. She’s always used to playing the role of protector it contradicts everything Sasha stands for when the roles are totally reversed because now Anne has made her feel the tremendous change in their growth as individuals.

Sasha’s lifestyle has been all about control that after somewhat learning to be more considerate to Anne & Marcy’s feelings she feels beyond conflicted about what truly matters to her. The most screwed up part of it all is Sasha didn’t want to fight anymore, taking up a pacifist approach after seeing what King Andrias had been hiding from everyone. It’s a fitting punishment for Sasha to try bringing Anne over to work together once more, but getting her pleas for companionship outright ignored. Anne was correct that Sasha had wasted all the chances to be reasonable. Boonchuy tried to hear out Sasha before at The Third Temple. One wanted to start things over again to iron out their serious issues, but the other was driven by bitterness, while only remorseful to a degree at best, of seeing their once weak friend become so independent, mature, and stronger that it drove her up wall. Sasha wanted to take away that “problem” being the Plantars, since in her eyes they’re the source of Anne’s strength, driving a wedge further between the two girls in their heated Reunion 2.0 battle.

True Colors demonstrates the horrific price of no trust, communication, nor teamwork from the three main girls that Andrias smoothly took advantage of, as if they were fiddles. 

“That’s the thing about friends isn’t it? The more you love them, the more it hurts when they go.”

King Andrias is quite literally what I wanted Lunaris to be, where DuckTales’ Season 2 finale didn’t impress me on doing. He’s a serious big baddie to the main cast, who follows through on his threats of violence to demonstrate his wide array of arsenal and power. Andrias doesn’t just emotionally manipulate characters, like poor Marcy, but utterly crush them without an ounce of remorse for his actions. When he dropped Sprig out that window after Anne willingly let him have the Calamity Box back I thought they were legit gonna kill this boy off. The way Anne’s flashback montage of her good times with Sprig were eerily shot really didn’t help either on that note. Anne’s Calamity power finally activating is easily up there among stuff, like Dewey risking his life for Della’s disappearance in Last Crash, where the cinematography is shot and animated brilliantly. You feel Anne’s blind raging sadness in every hit she landed on those robots and Andrias. If anyone didn’t believe Sprig was like a little brother to Anne, then I dunno how anyone couldn’t view their bond anymore as such after this hugely defining scene. Anne went bloodthirsty when she believed Sprig to be dead further evidenced when she hugged him in relief afterwards exclaiming, “Sprig!? You’re alive!? Oh, thank goodness...”, which cuts deep so damn much.

Anne was ready to fight every one of Andrias’ troops in that castle to the death, if need be. Before Sprig came back from falling, thanks to Marcy’s quick acting, to comfort Anne, her only goal was to slaughter every opponent in that throne room, along with making Andrias pay dearly for even daring to lay a single finger on anyone of the Plantars. I’m not gonna lie, this pivotal power up reminded me so much Gohan turning Super Saiyan 2 after Cell curb stomped Android 16 into pieces with a smirk on his face. Anne Boonchuy’s maddening outburst is a classic testament to the idea of, “Piss off the nicest person and they’ll make it their mission to instill the biggest kind of fear/terror into you.”. showing this kid at her most vulnerable mental state, yet. Sprig & Anne’s cathartic embrace really messed me up in reinforcing just how these two respect, love, and would go above any of their limitations to help the other out. Sprig’s “death” scene was a masterful bait by the writers into making us think someone was gonna die and it was gonna be a poor kid, no less.  

However, it was actually all just a bait and switch for the real, “Oh, shit. They really just did that”, moment with Marcy unexpectedly getting run through with Andrias’ gigantic sword. In a last ditch effort, Marcy wanted to atone for what she had a hand in getting them all into. Marcy was ironclad determined in making her own stand for what was right trying to save the people she endangered. Akin to what Sasha did in Reunion for saving Anne’s life, Marcy does the exact same here. Although, unfortunately this time, no one is here to protect Marcy from escaping death, like Grime catching Sasha from plummeting at Toad Tower. Marcy couldn’t react in time because she was so focused on helping her dear friends out. She wanted to prove to herself at least one time, “I’ve screwed up so much stuff with my friends. Maybe, just maybe. If I get my friends back home, it’ll prove I’m not an entirely crappy person for setting these events into motion.”. Marcy’s own deep seeded remorse is what saved Anne & the Plantars, while being the cause of her own untimely demise at Andrias’ hands.

This scene is what no doubt encouraged the warning sign for younger viewers Disney decided to make for them. It’s impressive how far Matt and his crew are willing to go for intense dramatic content. Andrias trying to crush Polly with his fist after destroying Frobo with casual ease, dropping Sprig out of the window from up sky high, and stabbing Marcy with his powerful sword displays his cold blooded brutality. Doesn’t matter who you are. If you get in the way of Andrias’ plans for multiverse domination, then he’ll throw anyone into their own grave, be it man, woman, or child. That’s the mark of a truly terrifying antagonist.

Andrias didn’t care who had to be hurt or manipulated to get back the box, so he could invade other worlds with Earth being his next prime target for invasion. Marcy’s fate is a horrifyingly poetic statement, since Sasha stated to Anne in a flashback from Marcy At The Gates, “One of these days, she’s gonna get herself killed.”, with True Colors tying back to this line in a disturbing manner. Something that sends chills down my spine is we get to see the full extent of how far Andrias shoved the sword through her body. We don’t just see the entry point of where it hit her, but it even zooms out to show the whole thing. Real talk, I got serious Avatar The Last Airbender vibes from this scene. Reminded me so much of Aang getting suddenly zapped with lightning by Azula when he tried to enter the Avatar state. Marcy didn’t want to be alone so badly she ended up inevitably dying alone trying to send Anne back home to their reality. One Hell of a way to close off Marcy’s last moments in Season 2, until her inevitable resurrection happens in Season 3 now that King Andrias has her in a tube tank that looks tied to his master.

True Colors ends on a deeply bittersweet cliffhanger leaving the fates of Sasha & Grime totally unknown if they’ll get away by the skin of their teeth, or get captured by Andrias’ soldiers and robots. Anne finally returned home with the Plantars, but at a deadly cost of leaving her other close friends behind in Amphibia. After all the isolation, heartbreak, and endurance she went through with her frog family Anne finds herself at a total loss for words. Once again, Anne is in a state of solitude of not knowing if her friends are really okay or not, mirroring the start of Season 1 when she landed into Amphibia’s world. It’s safe to say to say that, “Finally me and it’s no big deal.”, lyrics have aged terribly for Anne’s realization of finding her own identity came at the expense of getting separated from friends she’s known since kindergarten. Definitely see Anne becoming a lot more protective of the Plantars now more than ever after watching Marcy drop to the ground from being stabbed in front of her eyes.

Amphibia’s Season 2 finale is exactly how you capitalize on a winning story telling formula of dramatic writing, lovable characters with layered depth, and increasing the stakes of your story in an organic manner. True Colors is a finale that should be talked about for a long time to come, as it not only showed how worth the wait it was, but reinforces why Amphibia is a truly great series. It’s unafraid to take its characters to dark places in a way that feels totally earned.

Amphibia Season 2 is everything a sequel to a first film should be.

[hotchnersbiitch]

Silent Treatment

A/N: I’m not sure how I feel about this one, I hope you all liked it. Anon I hope this is what you wanted, I tried my best haha. 

Request: anonymous

Paring: Spencer Reid x reader 

Category: fluff 

Warning: None really 

Word count: 1,500 ~ 5min 59sec 

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There was a serial killer that was killing sex workers in downtown Miami and you and your team were in charge of catching him. It was a Saturday night and the team knew the unsub would be on the prowl, they also knew they had to send one of the girls on the team undercover to catch him. Hotchner wanted to have you go undercover since you looked the most like the victims, of course you agreed, it was your job. But your boyfriend on the other hand wasn't very happy about the decision.

“Y/N, you cant do this. This guy is dangerous you could get hurt.” Spencer says to you as you did the final touches on your make up. You were wearing a purple tight-fitting mid-thigh dress with black heels, you felt very exposed but you knew you had to get this guy off the streets so it was worth it to you. 

“Spence, baby, I know but this is our job. I can't just let this guy go on killing these girls. We are in this job to catch the bad guys and if this is what I have to do to get that done then its fine with me. It's not ideal but so are most things in our job.” You say as made your way over to JJ and Emily to get you all wired up. Spencer just sighs and shakes his head deciding to drop the topic. Once you were wired up and ready to go you and the team drove over to the main street where sex work was popular. You'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous, you've never gone undercover before, you didn't want to mess it up and risk losing the unsub. You got out of the SUV with the rest of the team, Hotch gave you a rundown on what to say, you took a deep breath and turned to your not so happy boyfriend. 

“I love you okay? I’m going to be fine,” you say kissing his cheek before walking across the street to the sidewalk waiting for the man to pull up in the car that Garcia gave you a description of. About 10 minutes later sure enough he pulled up right beside you. 

“That's him, remember what I told you,” Hotch said into the earpiece you were wearing. You take in a deep breath before walking to his driver's side window and leaned in just a bit making sure to show your self off, it felt wrong but you knew what you had to do. 

“Hey baby, you looking for a date?” You said in a flirtatious tone, the unsub smirked evilly at you. 

“Perhaps, tell me what you had in mind.” He said in a monotone voice, it sent shivers down your spine. You didn't know what to say before you herd Rossi coming in through your earpiece. 

“Play along Y/L/N, flirt with him, make him feel powerful.” 

“I don’t know, how about you find out for your self.” You say biting your lip suggestively, the man let out a satisfied groan. 

“Get in the car, we can go to my place.” you felt your heart starting to speed up. 

“No can do sexy, I got to know how much you're gonna pay me, then maybe I’ll consider it.” The words spilled out of your mouth in a sexy tone. Your unsub did not like that answer because he gripped your wrist, hard. 

“I said get. in. the car.” He said in a harsh tone, you gulped not knowing what to do but it didn't matter because you heard your team behind you. 

“FBI! Don’t move!” Derek yelled, quickly you pulled away from the man's grip and moved out of the way to let the team do the rest of the work. You made your way back to the SUV as Derek ripped the man out of the car handcuffing him, Rossi nodded at you when you arrived back. 

“Good work agent. I know that was tough.” He says in his warm fatherly voice before patting your back. You thanked him and started removing your wires with the help of JJ. You looked over at Spencer and shot him an apologetic smile but he just shook his head and walked away, you sighed sadly. 

“Spencer is mad at me.” You said, JJ chuckled. 

“He will get over it, he’s just jealous and worried. For being a genius he isn't the brightest when it comes to girls.” She said removing the final wires and you nodded. She was right, you were doing your job, ugh, boys are so confusing sometimes. The car ride back was silent between you and Spencer, you didn't even sit with him like you usually did, you sat with Derek and Prentiss and chatted quietly with them on the way back to the hotel to get your stuff and catch the plane back to headquarters.

After stopping at the hotel and changing into leggings and a blouse for the plane ride back home, you walked out to the car to wait for everyone else. Spencer was there, perfect this gave you a chance to talk to him. 

“Spencer I don't understand why you're mad at me, I was doing my job.” You say but Spencer just ignores you. 

“Really, you're going to ignore me? You're acting childish.” You say in an annoyed tone but Spencer kept at it. 

“Oh my god.” you huffed out before getting in the car climbing into the back seat waiting for the rest of the team so you could just get back to your apartment with Spencer, that was going to be a fun ride. Soon enough everyone was in the car and you were at the airport. You got into the plane after Spencer sitting next to him hoping to break his silence, Derek chuckled at your guy's lovers quarrel. The plane took off and Spencer pulled out a book he’s read millions of times before in an attempt to block you out, you just sighed and scooted closer to him. 

“Spencerrrrrr.” You whine quietly trying to distract him. 

“Babe stops ignoring me, please, I love you. Don't be mad at me.” You say making him look at you but only to have him look back at his book. Spencer knew his girlfriend did nothing wrong, he was just jealous, as weird as that may sound he was. 

“Pretty boy, give your girl some lovin’. She caught the unsub” Morgan says with an amused smile on his face as his friends' actions. 

“You know she was only doing her job, Reid.” Emily joined in and you smiled at your friends' support. But Spencer remained steadfast in his silence. You smirked when you get a brilliant idea. You pulled the book out of Spencer's hands, he let out a huff, before he could do anything you climbed into his lap sitting so your legs were still on the couch you two were sharing. 

“Spencer,” you mumble kissing his face everywhere except his lips, you could tell he was already getting flustered, he wasn't much for PDA, especially in front of the team. 

“Y/N...stop.” He mumbled and you chuckled. 

“There's that handsome voice, are you gonna stop ignoring me now?” You say in a teasing tone, Spencer just huffs and you chuckle placing a kiss on his lips, Spencer had to the resist the urge to kiss you back. You let out a pout and crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Okay fine, I'll just sit here until you decide to love me again.” You said your arms still crossed as you sit in his lap. JJ and Emily were giggling at your antics. After a few minutes of him not budging you started poking his face, but that still didn't do anything. So with you on his lap still you just wrapped your arms around him in a hug, you knew Spencer could never resist your hugs. Spencer sighed starting to feel bad and a few moments later he wrapped his arms around you too. You smiled into his neck, glad you finally broke him. Derek playfully cheered in the background. 

“I’m sorry for being selfish, I know you were only doing your job. I just... I just got jealous.” He whispers in your ear so only you can hear, you pulled away only a little but staying in the embrace. 

“You were jealous? Of me fake flirting with a serial killer?” You say softly trying not to laugh and Spencer grumbled embarrassedly, you just smiled and shook your head. 

“You have nothing to worry about I'm all yours forever and always.” You mumbled before placing your lips on his, he gratefully kissed back. Happy with the outcome you climb off Spencer's lap but still stayed next to him handing him his book back. 

“Are the lovebirds all better now?” JJ teased, Spencer just blushed and you nodded. Happy your silly boyfriend was over his unnecessary jealousy. 

[miraculouscontent]

Didn’t Need Burrow (May 25th-May 28th)

Anonymous asked:

Throwing in a last second Didn't Need Burrow - Chloe and Zoe are the same age, even though they're not twins. It's unclear if they're Irish twins or if the writers just didn't think it through. (Probably the latter.)

We’ve already got them in what is presumably the same grade?

Only a matter of time now.

Anonymous asked:

Didn’t Need Burrow: Kagami will only be used for three reasons in Optigami: sadrien, hints of lukagami (to kill love rivals), and making Marinette guilty

show: *has Kagami break up and avoid Adrien*

immediately after: *show forces very next Kagami episode to be about Adrien instead of Marigami friendship like it should’ve been*

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: The Love Square gets together but at the cost of the show's pacing, plot, and characters.

Yeaaaah, just gonna put this on the yellow “partly happened at this point in time” in the spreadsheet.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Alya and Marinette will divide the role of the Guardian of Miraculous between themselves. Bonus: Marinette will have Guardian's responsibilities, while Alya will have Guardian's perks.

I mean, Alya already got the privilege of knowing that Marinette is Ladybug, so...

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Hawkmoth / Shadow Moth will continue to make "clever" plans where he is doing something that he shouldn't be capable of. (like in "Collector" and "Heroes' Day" episodes) Bonus: It's explicitly said that his plan shouldn't be possible.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Chat Noir and/or Hawkmoth do something that they shouldn't be capable of.

No.

No please.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Adrien will be shoved into episodes that don't need him/would be better wihout him.

Well, we’ve already got... what? 20+ episodes of the whole series that’d be better off without him.

Anonymous asked:

Don't Need Burrow: I will be revealed that Adrien initially gave Lila slack for her smear campain againts Marinette because "How could I get mad at someone whose name is a PUN?" This will be presented as light-hearted comedy ala his Chloè "Hahaha, she'll never change." comment in "Despair Bear".

It sounds ridiculous and yet... who knows with the writing.

.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Chat Noir's power of Destruction are also increased. Bonus points if he got that power-up essentially for nothing.

No no, he did do something!

He breathed!

Anonymous asked:

(Mylene's personality anon again. This time someone else than Mylene) Didn't Need Burrow: Zoe entire personality will be loose combination of Marinette, Sabrina and Fanon!Redeemed!Chloe's personality traits

The personality-driven “Didn’t Need Burrow”s.

We’ll see on that one. If Zoe trips on nothing one day, I might have to scream into a pillow.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Adrien (or Alya) use their Miraculous for selfish purposes and walks away completely scot-free.

[”Glaciator” flashbacks]

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Marinette will pass Guardianship over to Alya, believing that she handles it better.  This is presented as Mari selfishly shirking HER responsibilities, and any screw-ups/bad decisions Alya makes as Guardian are blamed entirely on Marinette.

Because the show can’t make up its mind, apparently.

I imagine it’d be an episode where Marinette gives Alya the Miracle Box rather than specifically passing guardianship. Similar thing, just different.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: After learning that Alya/Rena knows Ladybug's secret, Adrien/Chat Noir deliberately sabotages her by 'accidentally' outing her identity in public. He then insists that Alya can't be Rena Rouge anymore, much like how Chloe can't be Queen Bee/Marinette can't be Multimouse after being exposed.  Alya, naturally, wants to continue regardless.  Maribug is forced into a no-win situation where any response she has to the drama pisses off Chat Noir, Alya, or both.

“No-win” situation has basically become Marinette’s life at this point.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: A charity auctions off an 'outing with Ladybug' as a prize... without Ladybug's permission. She's forced to comply despite not agreeing in the first place.  Adrien uses his father's money to secure the winning bid; Gabriel ruins the date, leading to Chat Noir being EXCEEDINGLY pissed off during the inevitable akuma.  (Most likely blaming Ladybug for putting her duty ahead of Adrien's personal pleasure.)  Marinette's DEEP discomfort at the whole situation is played for laughs.

brb screaming into the void

also, that is so extremely specific and A+

Marinette is of course blamed for disliking being auctioned off because “iT’s fOr cHAAAARITY”

Anonymous asked:

Didn't need Burrow Audrey Cheating on Andre, the freaking Mayor, would never be brought up on the show, not even by news outlets. Audrey and Chloe will continue to get whatever they want and Andre will be cool with it, despite the fact that his wife cheated on him.

“Bonus” if they blame Andre for Audrey’s cheating somehow or just make the whole situation seem awkwardly sympathetic to both of them equally.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow; Zoe will change into one of "You must be a better person, Marinette" writers' mouthpiece

Zoe i s2g, I’m trying to like you, don’t mess this up for me.

Anonymous asked:

Didn't Need Burrow: Alya will casually insult Marinette's relative lack of progress as a Guardian, implying that her struggles are connected to her relationship woes rather than having too much on her plate.  Bonus: Su-Han agrees with Alya, even while slamming Marinette for letting her in on those secrets in the first place.

And of course, Alya’s influence in Marinette’s “relationship woes” will be ignored.

[staywritten]

Roommates II│Han Jisung (M)

Roommates II 

Synopsis: Jisung is a selfish, rude and loud roommate but he’s also really cute and you can’t help but develop a crush or ignore the unspeakable tension.  Roommate!Au

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1787

Part I

M.List

I was inspired by the amazing prompt list made by @prolixitae

33. "How do you expect me to concentrate when you keep rubbing your foot against my crotch?"

The past few months with Jisung had been great. As far as being roommates went, you argued less and there was no longer this passive-aggressive tension when it came to cleaning or playing loud music. However, now there was this unspoken sexual tension. The two of you had hooked up from time to time but never defined it. You were just two roommates that had sex and went on dates exclusively with one another. 

Your living situation was ideal enough for you to resign your lease so there were definitely worst situations. 

On this particular night, you found yourself studying in Jisung’s room, laying on his bed while he played video games with Chan and Changbin over discord. And for the first few hours, you were fine with it. You liked sitting in his room because you got lonely in yours, but after a while, you were starting to feel needy. Leaning closer to his chair you let your legs drape across his lap. 

He looked over at you, giving you a little smile and giving you a squeeze before going back to the game. “You ok?” he mouthed. You nodded, letting him continue his game, absently scrolling through your phone until you got daring again. 

This time the heel of your foot rubbing over his sweat pants. He took in a sharp breath, grabbing your leg and instantly stilling you. He shot you a glare when he missed his kill hearing Changbin complain, especially since he’d been on a losing streak. “Yes?” he whispered to you seeing that mischievous glint in your eyes. 

You shrugged, looking back to your phone and for a few minutes, he was good. He was wrapped back up in his game. Rather it was him working on music, gaming or studying you loved what he looked like when he was focused on something. The furrow in his brow, the pout on his lips, the concentration in his eyes. He was adorable. Admittedly you liked pissing him off just to see him get worked up. 

Was it healthy? Probably not but he was just so fun to mess with. 

Something that kinda boosted your ego knowing that you could make him lose his game if you wanted. All you had to do was tease his cock, or crawl under his desk. Making him lose would be so easy, but you were bored and needed more stimulation than that. 

You smirked rubbing your foot against his crotch again, his body instantly reacting to your teasing. This time he grabbed your ankle harder, cocking his head in annoyance. “Do you want me to turn it off?” he whispered, covering his mic.

“No you can keep playing” You giggled, biting your lip innocently bringing your leg up and making it brush the growing tent in his sweatpants. “If you win i’ll give you a prize~”

“What?” he did a double-take, more so expecting you to tell him to turn it off. 

Leaning closer to him you kissed him just under his ear, chuckling when you hear Changbin complaining that Jisung wasn’t paying attention. Your hand pressing low on his abs. “I’ll let you fuck me if you win” you whispered against the shell of his ear.

“Mmmm that so?” he quirked a brow, seeing you grin. “And if I lose?”

“Then I go back to my room, and I fuck myself” you smirked. “You can keep playing until you win”  you leaned back on to his bed, going back to your phone. 

He looked at you suspiciously. “So you’re just gonna sit there and be good until I win?”

You chuckled and shrugged “I may get bored and make myself cum if you take too long”

“Gimmie two games”

“Fair”

Jisung paused for a moment before going back to his game, a newfound concentration on his face before he responded to Changbin and Chan. 

Watching him play you continued to occasionally tease him. Anywhere from rubbing your legs across his lap to touching yourself. Nothing too handsy but just enough that he’d catch glimpses in his peripheral. Your hand rubbing over your breast, your fingers ghosting the hem of your nightshirt, making the hem rise. Those little sighs that sounded too close to a moan. 

He took in a breath trying to ignore you and focus on the game. His fingers slamming his mechanical keyboard as he clicked his mouse furiously shouting orders to Chan.

It took a little longer than you anticipated, but after each loss he would gently squeeze your thigh, almost like an apology. His anxiety spiking just abit when he could feel your patience run thin. 

He took in a sharp breath watching as your hand disappeared into your panties. His hand gripped a bit tighter giving you a desperate look before refocusing on his game.

“Finally!” you looked up from your phone hearing him cheer. He had the brightest smile on his face. “GG boys, I gotta go. See you tomorrow” he ended his discord chat before crawling into bed with you. Making you giggle at how hastily he pinned you. “Did you enjoy teasing me?” his dark brown eyes practically sparkling at you. “How do you expect me to concentrate when you keep rubbing your foot against my crotch?" his nose rubbed against your skin as he placed little kisses on the underside of your jaw. 

“Mmmm… you managed” you chuckled, releasing a blissful sigh feeling him cup your center through your panties. “Maybe I didn’t distract you enough”

“You’re soaked…” he smirked, licking his lips. 

“What can I say, it took you long enough” you widen your legs for him. 

Pushing your shirt up over your breast he grinned. Lips kneading and sucking your breast as his hands made their way into your panties. Your whimpers and moans encouraging his pace. “Jisung… please” you cried out as he pinched your clit.

“Please what?” he scoffed, biting down on your breast. “You weren’t very nice earlier teasing me like that”

“But I-”

“But nothing. Don’t you owe me a prize?” he gave you a cheeky grin. He pumped his fingers in and out of you. Picking up speed anytime you tried to open your mouth to respond. “Hm? Speak up Baby?” he curled his finger in just the right spot making your cry out. “Damn I love that voice” he peppered kisses up your neck and jaw “Did I make you cum already?”

“No” you huffed in embarrassment. 

“No?” he laughed “I didn’t make you cum?” he moved his fingers in and out of you, riding out your sensitive core, squeezing him. Pulling his finger out, he grinned seeing it covered in your slick. “You wanna say that again?”

You panted and smirked, loving when he’d get worked up. “I made it easy for you. I did half the work”

“Open” he brushed his finger against your lip. Seeing you pout he playfully ran the pad over your mouth “I said open Baby” Licking your lips you opened your mouth, taking his finger in and sucking hard. Tasting your bitterness as your tongue swirled around his finger.

“Mmmm Baby you’re so pretty” he cupped your face with his free hand. He couldn’t help but to pump his fingers in your mouth, making you moan out. “You like that don’t you?” he smirked seeing you nod “Good girl…” tugging your hair he pulled you back, your mouth wide open in want. Your mewls were music to his ears. You moved to take him in your mouth. Head bobbing on his crotch as his fingers laced in yours. “That’s it...Mmm. right there” as you pleasured him, his fingers slipped back into your panties, moving in a circular motion. Seeing your body shake only encouraged him.

You’d only gotten more aggressive as there was this unspoken race to get the other to cum first. And as he loved your voice, your mouth, and that pretty little cunt. His favorite thing about when you had sex was how much eye contact you’d maintain. Even when you were embarrassed. It’s like you always had to see what you were doing to him. 

Feeling your body clenched and squeeze his fingers he knew you were getting closer. You whined, grabbing his hand to still him. “I wanna cum from this” you placed a kiss on to his harden length. “Please? Can I?”

“How can I say no?” he smiled lovingly at you before pulling back completely and laying you on your back. You only came once but you looked so pretty. He couldn’t wait until you were all fucked out because of him. Rubbing him self against your entrance he slipped in so easily. You’d been ready for him for some time now and it almost wasn’t fair you had to wait so long. Feeling him stretch you out you wrapped your arms around his neck. His name, a moan on your lips as he slammed into you. 

He tugged your night shirt up again, letting you bite down on the fabric so it wouldn’t obstruct your body. He could have just taken it off you but he loved fucking you partially dressed. Call it a kink or not, he just thought it was so sexy to see you fucked out of your mind, partially dressed.

His grip on your hip enough to bruise, evidence that he’d been getting stronger with his recent workouts. “Fuck” he grunted under his breath, his resolve crumbling with how loudly you screamed for him, how deep he hit, how hard you squeezed. Your back arched against his bed as he held your hips close to his. Needing to hit as far as you could take him. 

Your legs hooked around his waist guiding him further. “Jisung- Ah. I’m cumming I’m...are you close?”

“Almost there Baby, just cum for me. Please” he pressed kisses against your jaw. “Pretty girl…” he groaned feeling your body tighten and shiver from him. He helped you ride out your high as he came right behind you. Your face contouring in pleasure, eyes rolling back as his name was a prayer on your lips. 

As you both came down, he got you cleaned up and cuddled close to you. Your head laying on his arm as he laced his fingers with yours. “Sleep Baby” he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You languidly laid against him, his fingers brushing your hair until you fell asleep. 

End.

Just a little part 2 I worked on while I was stuck at home being sick 

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[7wanderingpaws]

Captain Bucheon 01

(gif is not mine)

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader (Lee Nari)

Genre: policeman AU; enemies to lovers AU 

Warnings:  langauge

A/N: First chapter! Yay! Super excited! Also, the feedback I got for the prologue - THANK YOU SO MUCH. Im super excited and happy and grateful. Hope you will enjoy this one! ^^

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: prologue

>>>First<<<

Loud screeching was what woke you up. Thundering of footsteps down the corridor made you groan and turn in bed because for god's sake, it was Saturday morning and they just had to be loud at 10am!

Your roommate, lying in the bed just four feet next to yours, stirred awake too, though considering her eyes were fully open, she must have been up for a while now. “I’m glad it’s them waking you up and not me.”

You sighed and managed to smile but you were tired. Life in dormitories sucked, but yours even more so since you were assigned probably the worst dorms in the campus. Having to share bathroom and shower rooms made you leave your comfort zone. But finding toilets in the terrible state you did just purely horrified you. Why weren’t some girls flushing the toilets?!

“You know very well I won’t kill you if you wake me up, Yuyeon-ah,” you mumbled, your voice hoarse. Having Yuyeon as your roommate was the only positive aspect of the dorm life. Some would argue it’s the most important one but you were selfish and you wished you had a private bathroom like the other, more advanced, dorms had. There wasn’t even a kitchen where you could cook your ramyeon deliciously!

“Doubtful,” muttered Yuyeon, amused, and she moved to sit up and start her morning routine while you decided to lie around for just a little bit longer.

Working tirelessly many evenings made you tired and the exhaustion always caught up with you during weekends, where, frankly, you didn't have work. Also, it being the beginning of your second semester, the tension and stress were on but you decided you wouldn't let it affect you too much. You have had enough stress in your entire life and you swore you would become your usual cheerful self.

And you had been, indeed, working on it. But that meant getting over, and hopefully, forgetting everything that happened almost one year ago. Your brother was still in prison and your family, terribly disappointed and in pure shock at what had become of your brother (plus your underage drinking fiasco), you all decided it would be better for you to move to the dorms for the time being. Another story was forgetting about the person who was behind the entire turn-over of your life.

Byun Baekhyun.

You never saw him after that one time he came to your high school. In that moment, you were numb, paralyzed and it hurt to see him. He dared to act like he cared. But over the time, you grew hate towards him. A hate that was weirdly combined with some emotions you really didn't want to pay too much attention to, because they were all based on a fake relationship. A relationship, that was something so beautiful, just for it to end up becoming a complete nightmare. A trauma. A terrible trust issue that you might never be able to get rid of.

It was safe to say that you, Lee Nari, would rather spit at Byun Baekhyun than ever start a conversation with him let alone acknowledge his presence were you to meet him. Not that you were expecting to meet him. After all, you had been incredibly careful - especially around Oh Sehun - in avoiding him by never-ever-ever-ever even coming as much as close to the street where the main Bucheon Police Station was located (but too bad for you; it was literally in downtown Bucheon) and even if you had to cross it, you whined and had to be dragged by your wrist (by Yuyeon). On the good side, there was never a chance for you to cross his apartment building as he lived in a different neighborhood. So that was, thankfully, out of the possible trouble inducing locations’s list.

But still, you couldn't help feeling anxious about spotting him somewhere. The first few months, you might have been looking around with too much hope, wanting to see his real self instead of the ogling at the few photos you had together stored in your phone. Just one glance of his eyes, nose, lips was what you wanted; it was maddening.

Then the flashes of that day came back, ruining every sweet memory, every sweet touch of his engraved into your skin, every stroke of his lips - it all vanished, instead morphing into his stern, burning gaze of which you were on the receiving side. The way he blamed you, the way he wanted to arrest you, and then the way he wouldn't let even your own mother hit you yet he gave you the harshest of punches… The moment of you overhearing his conversation with his tall colleague (you already forgot his name) until your entire world crashed on you. He lied. He never liked you. He never wanted a real relationship with you. He used you to get to you. Byun Baekhyun wanted to arrest you and then he arrested your brother and smashed your heart into tiny pieces. How could you ever recover?

“What, you're not getting up?” shrieked Yuyeon when she came back from the bathrooms, towel hanging around her neck. “The results of the votes are today so you better get up and prepare. You're the school's star, missy,” she grumbled and went over to her table, continuing her complex skin-care routine.

Right.

The way to get over Byun Baekhyun was to live and you could do that thanks to your friends.

Pfft, you had places to be. Forget about Byun Baekhyun.

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Because of your communications major, you somehow ended up in the university’s student council. You were representing your school year but it was still unclear how the hell you managed to win over more than half of your classmates when all you ever did was hide or be with Yuyeon.

You entered Bucheon University with pretty damaged self-esteem, your cheerful self still recovering from the scandal. However, despite always doing something mischievous with Yuyeon neither of you had a huge circle of friends. It was only natural that the two of you did everything together. Even now, it was mostly you and her, plus Sehun and some other friends.  Unfortunately to you, many males voted because of the nature of your chest. The quiet girl with huuuge boobs, they were saying with hushed voices.

“Don’t pay attention to them, it’s you winning at the end of the day,” advised Yuyeon at the time.

So when the both of you waltzed into the seminar room with a round table in the middle and took seats (Yuyeon was there for your moral support), you could only glare at one senior who was sitting opposite you, his eyebrows wiggling as he  shamelessly drunk in your chest which was, as per usual, hidden under an L-sized hoodie. It seemed you could never escape.

When the president of the student council, Chul, appeared you all stood up and bowed to him respectfully even though he was a student just like you. He was the oldest though.

To your surprise, he walked straight over to your chair, throwing a charming smile at Yuyeon, who let out a quiet scoff in return, before leaning down to whisper in your ear, not forgetting to touch your shoulder gently: “May I have a chat with you? It’s rather private.”

When he leaned away, you blinked twice but nodded and followed him outside for a moment. You could hear whispers erupting after you left though you paid no attention to them.

“What is it, Chul?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. Chul was one of the very few who never got distracted by it and you were thankful. He helped you a lot in your first semester, like finding you a job and teaching you how to drive a scooter so that you could easily do the deliveries while introducing you to some other interesting people on the campus.

“So about the spring festival - I have two things,” he started, his gaze set on your eyes, always making sure he reciprocated the eye contact. “First, you are taking part in the relay running for our team with representatives. Second, you have been requested as the MC-“

Before he could finish, you sighed holding out your hand to stop him, feeling the nerves kick in, not even paying attention to the first news. “Those votes aren’t even valid. They are all mocking me, Chul. Besides, I don’t wanna do it.”

Chul let you finish, patiently nodding. “Well, hence me stealing you from the meeting.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been requested,” he repeated, emphasizing the last word, “by our main star.”

“I thought we haven’t heard back from the agencies yet?” you asked. You’d written countless emails to various agencies, asking for special famous idols of theirs. To your utter distaste, it also included Siamsa but you couldn’t tell anyone you knew what an annoying, fake bitch she was.

He shrugged. “Well, we heard back from a couple. Siamsa agreed to be the main star of the festival under one condition,” he murmured, lowering his voice. He pointed his index finger at you. “If you’ll do the MCing for her.”

That left you speechless. That delusional woman wanted what now?! “I don’t want to, Chul,” you shook your head, frowning.

It made you wonder why you were getting nervous in the first place. Was it because of her status and having to stand in front of your entire school or was it because of the connection you both shared and that was Byun Baekhyun? Just the idea of having to face her and having to be reminded that she dated your ex made you weirdly sick in your stomach.

He sighed, scratching his neck. “I’m sorry, Nari, but I’m afraid I’m gonna want you to accept it. She is the hottest idol out there and everyone wants her the most. Imagine the attention our university - and especially us, the school council, could bring in. Don’t let us down,” he added gently, though you could sense authority in his voice. Chul was always fair, you had to admit. He never asked you to do anything that made you uncomfortable, never asked you the reason for your reluctance in the past but now he insisted and it showed in his intense gaze.

“I’ll help you with the preparations,” he added, smiling encouragingly. “You’re much more outspoken and talented than you give yourself credit for, so I’m sure you’ll be a star just like Siamsa.”

Well, he really didn’t have to say that last sentence. If there was someone you wanted to be like, it was your good old self. Of course you had more talent, after all you were the big-mouthed one.

Chul patiently waited, seeing that you were mulling over the options. When you looked up at him, you slowly nodded while hating yourself. “Fine. I’ll do it. But-” you stopped him from smiling widely, “what happened with the original voting? Who won?”

“Obviously, you.”

You shook your head quickly. “But I mean who is the actual winner?”

“Not important,” he muttered, brushing past you. “Let's head back inside. Not everyone has the time to sit around waiting on a Saturday.”

><

Once the meeting was over, you couldn't wait to spill the news to Yuyeon but needed to wait until lunch time, when you would meet Oh Sehun. You had sent him a text earlier asking if he was still grabbing lunch with you and Yuyeon (secretly you were writing these messages for obvious reasons - you couldn't risk he would be with Baekhyun). Since he had agreed, you and Yuyeon were speed-walking to the cafeteria, both of you hungry.

Once sat down and joined by the tall friend, you looked around varily just to make sure he really came alone. 

Sehun sighed, tired with your dramatics. “I'm alone, Nari,” he rolled his eyes as he was mixing his tuna bibimbap. “And now spill. The both of you have been acting like rabbits on energy drinks.”

Shooting him a frown, you still rambled away for ten minutes, telling them what had happened. Yuyeon knew about Siamsa and your past experience with her and Sehun also knew the vital triangle connection of Siamsa, Baekhyun and you. He still seemed shocked and even uncomfortable when he heard your entire story.

“What made her request you?” he asked after he swallowed a big chunk of food. “I mean - does she even know your name? Your university?”

“And you literally met her a year ago,” added fervently Yuyeon, deep frown wrinkling her forehead.

Just like your friends, you also had many questions but no answers. Mulling over various possibilities, Sehun finally spoke up: “Should I ask Baek-”

“No.” Your answer was abrupt, but cold, empty and harsh to which Sehun winced the slightest bit. Even hearing his name made your heart race fast and hence the sudden cold behavior. Sehun knew you as a cheerful, kind girl so seeing you being affected by his friend to this extent made him quite perplexed but nothing he wasn’t used to by now. It was his fault; he should have known better than to bring him up.

Yuyeon shot you an unsure look but this time, you ignored it, focusing on shoving around the rice in the steel bowl with the spoon.

“You should have declined,” tried Yuyeon.

“I did decline,” you answered eagerly. “I feel like that bitch might have something up her sleeve. If she does, I should be ready.”

Sehun was flicking his gaze between you and Yuyeon, thinking over your words. Surely, things you didn't know about could hardly hurt you, right?

After lunch, Sehun bid his goodbyes to you.

“Where are you off to?” you pouted, looking up at him with puppy eyes. “It’s Saturday, let’s do something fun!”

“I’m going to the running tracks today with my friend,” answered Sehun and ruffled your hair in amusement to which you pulled back and away from his sneaky hand. “Maybe later, hm? I bet you’re gonna do something with the student council anyway.”

“You and your running, aish!” grumbled Yuyeon. “Go, go, we don’t need you anyway.”

“Don’t get into trouble!” Shouted Sehun as he turned to walk towards the gymnasium and the track field. He waved one more time before he had his broad back on you.

You scoffed and grabbed Yuyeon’s hand, yanking her towards the dorms. “Well, making trouble has been more challenging since we are old enough to do trouble,” you exclaimed, jumping a few times to make Yuyeon walk faster. She whined and tried to pull away but your grip tightened and you snickered. “But that doesn’t mean we still can’t go and have fun tonight!”

><

“Let’s do one more round.”

“Hyung,” groaned Sehun tiredly, feeling the sweat dripping down the sides of his face. “Enough.”

“One more.” Byun Baekhyun shook his head once before he took off for another round. “Losers will keep losing!” he shouted with a cheeky, handsome smile, running backwards for a bit to check on Sehun and when he saw the tall male run after him in challenge, he snickered and turned back, dashing off into a sprint.

It’d been like this for almost a year. Baekhyun was always a gym buddy with Sehun but in the past eleven months, Sehun became a small, indirect punching back. Whether it was because he suddenly became a mutual friend with a certain someone or whether it was a punishment for being there that night with her, he didn’t know. He didn’t want to know.

One thing he surely did know was that running helped him ease his mind and relax, maybe make him feel a little bit more numb like he so wished to be.

Getting rid of any intruding thoughts of Lee Nari was difficult. He felt sorry for her, the victim of his job. Fooling around with a young girl was not his plan but he knew he did it for the better good. He tried to persuade himself that he did it for the better good while pushing back the need to search for her and make sure she was doing alright. 

As he was nearing the finish line, Sehun caught up with him and they both jogged towards their bags nearby the tracks to freshen up. Sehun was heaving like a parched horse which made Baekhyun chuckle as he reached for two bottles, throwing one to his friend.

“Cheers,” exhaled Sehun harshly and quickly opened the bottle, gulping down the needed liquid.

Baekhyun hummed in reply and waited for his heartbeat to calm down before he would have a sip. “How’s everything?” he decided to ask. “The new semester just started.”

Sehun swallowed and closed the bottle. “It’s just the first week. You know the drill - introductions and boring stuff.”

“Nothing interesting happened then?” Baekhyun was very subtle in hints. Sehun was, thankfully, quick-witted.

“We will have the university festival in May,” he replied with the slightest of smirks on his face. “Siamsa is confirmed to perform.”

Baekhyun wasn’t looking at Sehun and even the information he just heard wasn’t worthy enough to make him pay attention. “Cool. She is an artist after all.” He noticed some girls approaching the track and he felt a small tinge of dissatisfaction. He really liked when the track was only his.

“One of my friends will be the MC. Actually, guess what! Siamsa made a special request. Funny, right? In what universe does a singer of her caliber ask for a mere first year student?”

Baekhyun snapped his head to Sehun. “Why?”

Sehun shrugged. “We don’t know why she wanted her out of everyone... though-“ Sehun pulled a thinking face. “It might have something to do with you.”

Baekhyun sighed, already feeling tired. “I don’t like that one bit. Siamsa is sneaky.”

Sehun nodded. “She didn’t want to do it but her senior kind of ordered her. So I guess she doesn’t have another choice.”

“What kind of senior is that if he makes her do stuff against her will?” huffed Baekhyun, his hands on his hips. “Isn’t he supposed to be there to support her?”

“Well, yeah. He did a lot for her so she feels like she has to do it.” Sehun decided to not share any more than that despite sensing Baekhyun’s questioning stare. He knew Baekhyun wanted to know what that “a lot” meant.

When Baekhyun knew he wouldn’t be getting more out of Sehun, he sighed and tapped his shoulder. “Thanks for telling me.” He moved to grab his bag from the floor when Sehun stopped him.

“Hyung.”

Baekhyun raised his eyebrows in question, waiting.

Sehun opened his mouth but then ended up closing it. Baekhyun was a tough nut to crack. It was obvious he was always interested in Nari’s well-being but him pretending not to do so was frustrating.

“I think-“ he re-started, remembering Nari’s emotionless face when he mentioned Baekhyun earlier that day. He opened his mouth to talk but Baekhyun was faster:

“I think it is better to leave everything up to her, Sehun. She is a smart young woman. If anyone can do well, it is Lee Nari. After all, she is finally able to do everything she was pretending to be doing.”

Sehun snorted a laugh, mockingly rolling his eyes. “And since when did you become so-ugh, respectful about that? Nari is stubborn and doesn't know anything about life.”

“It is none of my concern, Sehun,” replied quietly Baekhyun, looking somewhere off in the distance. “But I know she is stronger than you give her credit for.”

“She might hate you and she might not be over what happened between you two-”

“I locked up her brother,” gritted Baekhyun, “and before that, I wanted to lock her up. What makes you think there is any way for both of us to function normally even if we do meet?”

Sehun sighed. It was difficult to communicate with the both of them. Yes, they were both hurt but goddamn it. Anyone could know they cared for each other.

Baekhyun sensed Sehun's dilemma and so he stepped to the taller male and gave him a curt smile. “Don't push it, Sehun. She will be fine.”

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Sweat was gradually collecting around your hairline until it turned into one huge tear drop travelling down the side of your face. The text message was as clear as the night sky.

Unknown number

drop it at the 1047 unit

top floor

“It's impossible,” you muttered, feeling yourself becoming nervous. You were standing in front of 1047 and it was definitely not the top floor. It was the first floor, just like the first  number indicated. 

Gnawing at your bottom lip, you raked your head about possible connections you could contact when you couldn't deliver the boxes as you were supposed to. There was never a responsible person, only an unknown number sending you messages with the quest and a requirement to always be careful (you supposed the carefulness was concerning the boxes). You would receive a confirmation message when the box was in safe hands. That was it. No unnecessary contracts; just you and the job at hand.

You tried calling Chul, you senior. After all, he was the one who fetched you the job but even he wasn't available at that moment.

When you were just about to lose your mind, your phone rang making you almost drop the box. Thank god for your reflexes. “H-hello? Chul?”

“Hey, what's up?” he chirped.

You told him quickly your problem but you weren't expecting his light voice to become more serious. “You can't find the place? Are you sure you are in the right building- shit, the time is almost up. I'll be there right now:”

Heaving out a breath, you checked your wrist watch. The box was supposed to be delivered within fifteen minutes. How would Chul make it in time for you, you weren't sure but you soon found out when you heard his rushing steps, his phone's screen lit up with the exact information you were provided with.

“Hey,” he breathed, taking in your worried gaze as you gave him an apologetic smile.

“Sorry for the fuss.”

He shook his head once, muttering a single “no need” before he took the box out of your arms and put it down in front of the door. Grabbing your hand he started pulling you downstairs. “We gotta get out of here.”

“Huh?” you looked back at the box helplessly, before you couldn't look anymore, instead watching out for your step on the stairs. “Wait - Chul, I need to fulfill the task.”

He shushed you and before you knew it, you were outside in the chilly air. Dragging you a few more metres, he heard an approaching car's engine and he was fast to push you into a small alley that was barely lit by any street lamps.

“Chul-” you started, frowning. You didn't like him manhandling you like that.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered as he made you press your back against the wall.

“Yeah,” you breathed, eager to hear any information he could provide you with to explain what the hell was going on.

To your utter horror, a police car drove by, but you weren't terrified about why the police car was there. You were terrified about a certain someone sitting in that car and you possibly having to face that certain someone. Just the thought of having to see his shocked or disappointed face yet again made you inwardly whimper.

When the car was far enough, Chul turned to you. “You are doing a great job, you really are. But you mustn't, by any means, get caught by the police while doing deliveries. Got it?”

Feeling your heart thumping loudly from the adrenaline, you nodded. “What about the box then?”

Chul cursed when he looked at his phone. “Three minutes left. Go in and check the box. If it's still there, take it to the top floor as per request. Sometimes they give misleading information to you in case your phone gets stolen. Next time, make sure to double-check all the information they give you, okay?”

You were nodding eagerly and already started walking back to the small apartment building.

“I have to go but write to me if the mission is successful. Now go, quickly,” he said and without waiting, took off into the opposite direction.

Due to the stress, you didn't even stop to think about the weirdness of the situation. Rushing back in, you went to the first floor where you left the box. You were rendered motionless when the box was no longer there.

Someone took it.

Feeling fear creeping into your system, you took out your phone to call Chul just when you received a confirmation message.

Unknown number

the box has been successfully delivered

[appleflavoredkitkats]

dream smp war updates

i’m gonna start posting shit that’s happened so that i can help others catch up + help myself remember all of this stuff. this will talk about events post disc trade and i’ve already discussed a few plot points HERE.

i’m gonna keep rbing this with updates so ya kno. feel free to check it.

i’m gonna start with fundy’s most recent stream.

summary: sapnap robbed fungi’s grave, and fundy made another war with punz whilst manipulating tommy, tubbo, and quackity.

fundy went on stream aiming to take revenge on sapnap for doing the obvious + robbing fungi’s grave. apparently, fundy and niki both adorned the grave with a sign plus a diamond block made with the last of their diamond resources. i’m not sure but i think niki used one of the diamonds wilbur gave to her? again, i’m not sure, don’t be mad if i get this wrong.

he repaired a lot of his tools and armory for most of the stream, and he also semi-griefed sapnap’s house. he tried to kill sapnap’s other pets but they were transferred elsewhere. things only went down when punz joined the server. fundy, for some GODDAMN INSANE REASON, pulled a sapnap and decided to play some unfair game against punz. he grabbed punz’s beehive from his chest (the one with punz’s pet bee named “beenis”) and he grabbed another hive from one of tubbo’s chests.

fundy then built some nether flooring and surrounded himself in fire. he had two hives in his hand. he tells punz that if he shoots, both hives die. fundy himself didn’t care that he may have stolen tubbo’s bee box-- he actually told his chat that he didn’t care. i’m not sure which beehive punz got in the end but tommy, tubbo, and quackity logs in hearing that there has been a war about bees.

they ask fundy to explain what happens because they proclaim that they trust fundy. fundy, for some manipulative goddamn reason, explains the story as if punz was aiming to kill tubbo’s bees and be selfish about his own bees. lemme tell you, fundy is a MASTER manipulator, and tommy, tubbo, and quackity immediately kill punz twice as they begin destroying his tower.

fundy is a traitor. punz’s last words are, “i’m calling sapnap and dream,”, and fundy tells punz to declare the three-word letter we’re all familiar with. w a r.

this stream also makes me realize that fundy’s quiiiteee the manipulator. in the stream before this one, he convinces niki to move her important belongings, but he said it in a way that implies he was going to murder niki and keep the diamonds for himself. niki does get to the enderchest in time but fundy was close to betraying niki, and has already somewhat lied to tubbo, tommy, and quackity (guess big q is part of l’manbergs now). 

other updates are that eret has been trying to pull some harmless pranks on l’manberg and george is remaining neutral. but i’m so excited to see how this goes. 

(also, where the fuck is wilbur?)

[keytomythoughts]

Perfection Imperfections | Chapter 1

Chapter Index 

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Finally, summer break. It’s been a while since I was able to go home. Having to attend high school rather far from my home in Seoul, I never thought that I’d adjust to the new environment. Fortunately, I wasn’t entirely alone, since I stayed with my aunt for the four years of my high school life. School wasn’t so bad, but the homesickness is what killed it for me. Even though it was my parents' idea to send me a rather vast distance—me not being too excited about it, but I knew I wouldn’t get my way in the end—there was some good that came from it. The two only good things, actually. 

I glance outside the train window, the buildings of Busan zooming past me. Sure, it may not be my home, but I won’t lie. I’m really going to miss this place. My phone suddenly vibrates in my lap, glancing down to see a text from my group chat, smiling as I respond.

(Binnie)

R u still on the train?

                                                               Yeah have been for the past like 30 mins

(Eunuwu) 

Going back to ur parents? Or r u moving out?

                                                                                                                      Funny

                                                                        Yk I can’t move out, at least not on                                                                            my own. My parents won’t allow it

(Binnie)

:/

What about Jaehyun?

                                                                            Idk, they rlly dc what he does tbh

                                                                       They’re just hell-bent on me getting                                                                                    into the top schools and shit

(Eunuwu)

Damn, rough

                                                                                                                        Mhm

(Binnie)

Try talking to them, u never know

They might change their minds?

                                                                 Nah, I already know how it’s gonna end

                                                                         Me crying and stuffing myself with                                                                           pints of ice cream

(Eunuwu)

Doesn't sound so bad

(Binnie)

¬_¬

(Eunuwu)

Except for the crying part ofc

But c’mon it cant really be THAT bad

I’ve been over plenty of times, they seem nice

(Binnie)

U’ve been to her house??

                                                                         Yeah him and oppa are friends too

(Binnie)

Righttt forgot lol

                                                                  And that’s bc you were there dumbass                                                                    and half of the time ur either in oppa’s                                                                    room or out somewhere

                                                                  Interaction with my parents = minimal

(Binnie)

That sounds awful ngl :( sorry Hyuna

But hey we should all hang soon!

(Eunuwu)

I’ll be in Seoul for the summer too so y not?

                                                                                                           I miss y’all :’(

                                                                   Ok I should be there around like 5 ish                                                                     so I’ll text then

(Binnie)

Aww I miss u toooo 

(Eunuwu)

*puke*

                                                                                           Shut up, ur just jealous

(Eunuwu)

Me? Jealous?? Of what, ur face?

Yea no thx, Ive got a great face already

And personality 0:)

                                                                               Gr8, explains why ur still single

(Binnie)

LOLL

She got u there bro

(Eunuwu)

Shut up

Ur talking as if u’ve got a gf

Idiot

(Binnie)

At least I didnt reject them as coldly as u did lol 

                                                                                             See? My point exactly

                                                                               Your fAcE scared off every girl                                                                                   in sight bc of tht pErSoNaLiTy

                                                                           I almost feel bad for them, u little                                                                             heart breaker

(Binnie)

He made a couple of em cry I heard

                                                                                                                     Rlly?!?

                                                                                                                         YAH

                                                                                                               U MORON

(Eunuwu)

Bin wtf

(Binnie)

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

                                                                                    U JERK HOW COULD U??

                                                                                              Those poor girls omg

                                                                               Im so kicking ur ass when I c u

(Binnie)

Me 2

(Eunuwu)

Wtf?? Y???

(Binnie)

No reason lol, just feel like it

                                                                                         And this is why ily Binnie

(Binnie)

:D <3

(Eunuwu)

GROSS

                                                                                                        Can it u demon

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I snort, turning off my phone and placing it back down on my lap as I go back to staring outside my left-hand window again. Meet Cha Eunwoo and Moon Bin, my two best friends. The only reason I got through high school how I did without major setbacks. Sure, there was the occasional homesickness and all, but had I not met these two, I probably wouldn’t have even attended and graduated. 

Being so far away from the place I grew up never really suited me, and they saw it right away from day one how lonely and upset I looked. I didn't seem to fit in, especially since I skipped a grade and was placed in classes that were very advanced for me. Not that I minded the vigor, but it was hard for me to socialize, let alone make friends. 

That’s when I met them. Freshman year in homeroom before my first literature class. Moon Bin, a boy with parted, coppery-golden hair accompanied by his shy, puppy-eye smile and sweet nature, offered me an empty seat next to him in class, even going as far as to share his textbook and asking how I found the school. No doubt, I was embarrassed and immensely shy, stuttering over my words and failing to meet his soft gaze. However, he didn’t make fun of me nor find me odd. All he did was smile, laughing lightly at my slightly flustered state. He stuck his hand out, introducing himself (most people just call him Moonbin or Bin) with that smile of his, thus the start of our new friendship. Since then, he became someone who always knew how to cheer me up when I was feeling down. No moment was ever dull with him by my side. 

Eunwoo, the tall, brooding black-haired and charismatic student almost everyone knew (and crushed on) of, was usually with Moonbin when we hung out together, but he normally kept to himself. Though quiet and sometimes reserved with his intimidating looks, it didn’t take long for him to break the ice with us, the three of us becoming close friends. Promising to stay like this until we went to college and beyond. Regardless if we all diverge and tread different paths, we would always converge and come back to one another. 

Four years flew by and graduation was upon us. Just like that, the two became like family to me, my ride-or-die duo. The two who were able to turn my world upside down, finding solace in a time where I thought it was nearly impossible for me to.  

My thoughts are interrupted by my “Move” ringtone—yes, I’m a huge Lee Taemin fan—looking down at my phone again to see it’s my brother calling. I sigh, picking up the call.

“What?” 

He gasps dramatically. “Is that any way to address your loving older brother after being away for so long?”

I snort, shaking my head. “Loving my ass, oppa. How are mom and dad?”

“They’re fine, living. Didn’t you tell them you’re coming home?”

“Nope, I don’t even text them that often. You already know this..”

He sighs. “Yeah, I figured.” 

There’s a slight pause on his end, but he continues. “You took the three-thirty train, right? So you’ll be here around five or so?”

“Yeah, give or take.” 

I look out the window again to see the endless stretch of greenery and flowing springs, sometimes even children playing in the fields. I grin mischievously, deciding to poke fun at my brother when he doesn’t respond right away. 

“What, you miss me?”

He makes a sound similar to throwing up. “As if. I got so used to the peace and quiet. I’m not ready for it to go away.” 

“Yah!” I realize that I had yelled a bit too loudly and eyes were now trained on me, and I bow my head in apology. I lower my voice, “You’re such an asshole.”

“Oh, I know, but you still love me anyway.”

“Shut up.”

I can hear his laugh resonate through the phone and a smile unknowingly tugs at my lips. I wouldn’t say it out loud, but it’s true. When I lived with my aunt in Busan for the duration of high school, I missed Jaehyun a lot. Though two years older than me, he didn’t seem to alienate me the way my parents do. While I hate the notion that they spoil Jaehyun endlessly and let him do as he wishes, I won’t lie and say that he was a prick about it. He could’ve been, but he never came off as selfish. I’m really close with my brother, shocking as it may be. Sibling relationships are like that—one minute you want to strangle them with their intestines and the next you’re singing duets together. Crazy, but that’s how it is for us. My parents don’t really pay me any attention, so Jaehyun decides to do that instead. Not complaining though. I’d rather take his pranking and teasing over my parents’ demands and reprimands any day.

“Aight, I’m heading out for a bit. Text me when you arrive.”

I smile again. “Will do, but make sure to get me food!”

“Let me think…” He hums, and I can practically sense the smirk on his end. “Nope. Get your own.”

“Oppa!”

Jaehyun laughs. “See you in a bit, Hyuna. Get here safely. Bye!”   

He hangs up the call before I get a chance to retort, and I scoff. Typical of my brother. He knows how much I enjoy street food, and every time he goes out, it’s almost certain that most of the time he stops somewhere to eat. Did he ever bring food back? Sure, but by the time I’d get to it, most of it was gone anyways. That only lasted a little while before I had gone upstate anyways, so he had more food for himself, I guess.

As the train barrels down the tracks, I feel my heart racing in excitement, but there’s also a slight ounce of dread. I really don’t know why. I want to believe it’s because I’ve been away for too long, but part of me knows it’s the fact that I’ll have to face my parents again. Knowing that I only have two months to decide where I wanted to go and what I wanted to do, I know the bitter truth is that those decisions won’t be left up to me. Last time, I was sent to Busan.

God knows where I’d be sent to now.

***

“Final destination of the KTX Busan-Seoul train at Seoul Station is approaching and will arrive at 05:30 PM. The doors to alight are on the right hand side. All passengers are requested to dismount the train upon arrival. Thank you.” 

That’s my stop.

Gathering my bag and hand luggage, I patiently wait for the train to pull up at the station. Seeing the familiar shops and buildings around me makes my legs bounce up and down in both excitement and anticipation. 

Four long years away from Seoul...

Before getting off, I quickly text the group chat and then my brother, letting them all know that I’ve reached safely. Side-stepping the other passengers exiting the subway doors, I carefully land onto the platform with my luggage in tow. I breathe in the air around as I stretch my arms up into the sky, the grin widening on my face.

It sure as hell feels good to be back home.

I try my best to maneuver through the crowds, but it doesn’t stop the rush of people knocking into me. At times like these, I curse my genetics for favoring my older brother instead of me in terms of height. Eventually, I come to a clearing and when my eyes glance upwards, I spot a rather familiar dark brown-haired six-foot-tall male amongst the small crowd waving me over.

“Hyuna, over here!”

I gasp, my eyes widening. “Oppa!”

He smiles as I begin walking towards him, my feet hurriedly moving across the concrete. The distance between us shortens and I abandon my luggage as he opens his arms wide. 

Only for me to sucker punch him in the stomach.

He yelps in pain, grimacing as he holds his abdomen. “Shit, that hurt. What has Aunt Sua been feeding you up there? Rocks?”

I smack his shoulder, my blood slightly boiling in anger. “Yah, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?! Do you know how much money I blew off for the bus fare?”

He straightens his back before going to rub his shoulder, then behind his neck.

“Fine, fine. My bad. I wanted to surprise you, but I guess that didn’t work, did it?” 

I cross my arms over my chest, huffing in annoyance. He sighs, nodding.

“Okay, okay, I’ll compensate you. Dinner’s on me.”

At this I grin, blinking excitedly. I grab onto his arm and shake it vigorously. “Really? You mean it? You’re the best, oppa!” 

“Look at this brat..” he taunts, shaking his head. In a flash, he headlocks me and rubs the top of my head harshly with his knuckles, upsetting the neatly-tied auburn ponytail. 

“Yah! Quit it!” I smack his arms and flail in protest, but he chuckles, saying this is what I get for cunningly finding a way to exploit him the minute I stepped back into Seoul. 

What can I say? It’s a talent. 

He lets go eventually, and I try to smooth down my already-tangled hair. I grumble incoherently but Jaehyun pulls me into his embrace, wrapping his arms around me. His free hand gently pats the side of my head in comfort.

“Welcome home, sis.”

I stand there stiff for a second before hugging back. He squeezes me tighter and I find myself smiling into his shoulder. 

“Good to be back,” I whisper. 

We stand like that for a moment before he pats my back a couple of times, us pulling away from each other soon after. He reaches behind me to grab my hand luggage as he shoulders my bag. I tell him that I can carry them just fine, but he starts walking away from the platform to the parking lot. I call out after him as I run to catch up, and I can see the corners of his mouth twitch. Jaehyun leads me to his car, a sleek matte-silver convertible Mustang. My mouth drops open in shock at its stunning beauty, my body forcing itself to remain composed for the sake of avoiding public self-embarrassment. 

He throws my luggage in the back seat before he turns to me, smirking at my expression. “You like it?”

“Shit, do I like it? I love it!” I run my fingers over its metallic surface, the silver exterior gleaming in the evening glow. Grinning, I stare up at my brother who catches my gaze as I stand next to the driver’s seat, my fingers already curled on the handle.

“Can I—”

“No.”

“Please—”

“Nope.”

I pout as I pull my hand away and step to the side. Jaehyun chuckles, rubbing my head playfully before getting into the driver’s seat and starting the car. The engine purrs to life as my brother pulls out his shades and wears them. He looks at me and cocks his head to the passenger seat. 

“Don’t just stand there. Get in.”

Smiling, I quickly make my way over to the other side and slip into the passenger seat. I barely have time to buckle in before Jaehyun speeds off. I scream in fright, but he laughs heartily, telling me to let loose.

With the wind harshly whipping around us, I close my eyes and tilt my head upwards, absorbing the remnants of my childhood in a place I’ll always call home. A place where my heart always feels at ease.

My name is Jung Hyuna. I’m eighteen years old, and this is my story.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |  

[gogoseijoh]

losing: pt. 2 - kageyama x reader x tsukishima

 summary: tsukki is taken with you, and your best friend is not a fan of that fact

genre: fluff, with a dash of angst at the end

warning(s): tsukishima’s self doubt, kageyama tryna fight

a/n: tsukki’s pov this time :))) i do be loving both of these men. also thank you for all the support i’m sorry it took me so long to get this out! this isn’t very long, but the next chapter will be :)) 

word count: 1.9k

part 1, part 3

Tsukishima counted himself incredibly lucky. He hadn’t thought that he would find someone like you in high school, so he didn’t even think to look, but here you were, stumbling into his life with open arms and sweet words that turned his ears the most vibrant red he’d ever seen. You left kisses on his cheeks that burned into his skin, and he would lay in bed after he walked you home, fingers brushing over the spots in belated shock that you wanted to touch him. And then there was the sweaters. You liked to wear them, the sleeves swallowing you, because his arms were ridiculously long. They made you feel safe, but you always gave them back to him at the end of the day, and when you did, he was always consumed by the scent of your skin. Tsukishima hadn’t expected himself to be so taken with a girl, but now here he was, looking forward to seeing you every day at school. Even on the weekends he saw you, when for years the only person he hung out with both in and out of school had been the intensely loyal Yamaguchi. Now, though, he shared his time with you as well, and it was lovely. He didn’t think he would ever forget the first time you hung out in your living room, a documentary on the television and his arm draped over your shoulders, wanting to pull you closer, but not wanting to push your boundaries. You were both so nervous to speak, instead feigning interest in the screen in front of you. You had never been alone like this together, typically meeting in parks or cafes, where the ambient noise of others chatting spurred on your own conversations. Here though, it was all up to you two, so you both resigned to the comfortable silence. When the documentary ended, you had turned to look at him, “I feel so safe with you, Tsukki.” At that moment, he decided that you two didn’t need words all the time.

Your first kiss was on your front porch. Tsukki had decided to take you on your first real date, and the two of you had spent hours talking at the coffee shop he brought you to. He walked you home, hands tangled together in between you as you made your way down the street. Tsukishima, not usually one for physical affection, found himself so taken with you that he couldn’t help himself. He never understood the appeal of kissing, and then he saw your lips, covered in peppermint chapstick and always looking so soft. His hand didn’t leave yours when you reached your house, and when you turned to him, the look in his eyes was one you hadn’t seen before. He looked nervous but happy, and before you could ask him if he was okay, his voice broke through your thoughts, “Can I kiss you?” He was overjoyed when you nodded, and suddenly, one hand was cradling the back of your neck and the other held the curve of your waist as he leant down to meet you. He saw your eyes flutter closed and felt your hands snake up to your biceps, and he let his eyes fall closed, too. It was a gentle kiss, only lasting a few seconds, shy lips pressed to each other. Tsukishima basked in the blush of your cheeks when he pulled away and thanked you for a nice day. You just beamed back at him, pulling him in for one last hug before slipping into your house. Tsukki walked back home feeling as if he as walking on air, a feeling only you could give him.

That was a Saturday. Tsukishima was back to being his typically distant and sarcastic self by Monday, preserving the most gentle parts of himself for when you two were alone. In the mornings, he walked to school with Yamaguchi, while you were always accompanied by Kageyama. Tsukishima had been loathe to admit to the feelings he had for you because of your choice in best friend, but he saw that you had the same effect on the setter as you did on him. Kageyama wasn’t exactly subtle about his feelings, and the change in his personality when he was around you was enough to make Tsukishima wary of him. Spending time with you allowed him to hear about the friendship shared between you two, and it helped him understand. Kageyama was your best friend, the only person in the world outside of your family that you knew would be there for you for the rest of your life. Your tie to him was impossible to sever, and you swore up and down that you knew him better than he knew himself. It was still scary, knowing that someone who despised him was so close to you, having so much influence in your life. Tsukishima despised the brunette too, but Kageyama had been in your life longer. Would Kageyama’s opinion of him be the end of your relationship? Tsukishima tried to soothe himself into believing that Kageyama cared enough for you that he wouldn’t do that, but there was still a fear in him. 

Tsukishima was always shocked by the way you looked at him. No matter where you were or what was going on, your eyes always held the softest admiration in them when you saw him. No one had ever looked at him like that. You looked at him as if he had put the stars in the sky, and he felt triumph when he noted that those eyes were reserved for him, not even Kageyama gaining your attention like he did. There was a sense of pride in him when you kissed his cheek in front of the gym before practice, and he watched with a smirk as Kageyama scowled and stalked by you two, not that you had noticed. Tsukishima knew that when it came to volleyball, he wasn’t as talented as Kageyama, but here, with you smiling up at him, he felt like he had finally won against the King. In his mind, he knew it was juvenile to think that. He knew you were no prize to be won, nothing to be paraded around like a trophy in front of someone who Tsukki considered to be a foe, but he couldn’t help the satisfaction that seeped into his bones when Kageyama was close by. There was a conflict in his brain, a battle between the part that wanted to make Kageyama’s life harder and the part that understood how it would feel if the roles were reversed. He grimaced at the thought of having to bare witness to you and Kageyama doing the same things he did with you, but he just couldn’t help himself. You hadn’t noticed the added tension to their relationship, or lack thereof, but the rest of the volleyball club had. For the most part, they were their usual selves, but both of their voices now held an extra edge when they jeered at each other. Tsukishima could feel Kageyama’s steely gaze cutting through him whenever he turned his back, and he returned it when the brunette sought you out after practice and you handed him a snack with a brilliant smile. Still, Tsukishima knew that at the end of the day, you’d be walking home holding his hand, no one else’s. It was the most comforting thing he had ever known.

After five dates with you, Tsukishima figured out how to kill two birds with one stone. He was going to ask you to officially be his girlfriend. It was perfect, because not only would it show you how much he cared for you and that you were paramountly important to him, but it would also settle some of his fears about not being good enough for you if you said yes. Tsukishima’s feelings of uncertainty in himself had carried over from volleyball to his relationship with you, which he wasn’t thrilled about, but his faith in you relieved a lot of that pressure from his mind. He knew you liked him just as much as he liked you, so why should there be doubt in his head about you saying no? 

That doubt festered when Kageyama approached him in the club room one afternoon before practice, scowl drawing deep lines on his face and making Tsukishima stand up from the ground when he had tied his shoes. “Need something, your Majesty?” Tsukishima sneered, one hand coming up to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“When are you gonna cut the act?” Kageyama snarled, eyes narrowing even further at the middle blocker. 

Tsukki scoffed, “What on Earth are you talking about?”

“I know you’re just dating (y/n) to mess with me,” Kageyama accused, taking a step forward, “Just leave her alone.”

“Wow, are you that conceded?” Tsukishima chuckled, shaking his head at the thought, “This may come as a shock, but everything isn’t about you, King. She has a life outside of you. I’m dating her because I like her, and, not that it’s any of your business, I’m going to ask her to be my girlfriend.” He didn’t miss how Kageyama’s face dropped at that, but he kept going, “Nothing I’m doing has anything to do with you. I seem to have underestimated your selfishness. I will never understand why she chooses to stick with you.” He began to make for the door but not before he turned and in his cool voice, he said, “And for the record, it’s not my fault she doesn’t want to date you.”

Before Tsukishima had a moment to step out the door, Kageyama surged forward, hand locking around the front of Tsukishima’s shirt, “I could say the same for you. She deserves so much more than you, and if you hurt her, I swear-”

“You’ll what?” a timid voice spoke from the door, and there you were standing, eyes widened to the size of dinner plates at the scene in front of you. Ukai had sent you to check on what was taking the two of them so long, and here you found them, at each other’s throats because of you. 

Kageyama let go of the taller boy, who turned around to face you. Both of them began to speak, sputtering nonsense that you couldn’t understand until you held your hand out, to which they both shut their mouths. “We will talk about this later. Go to practice,” your voice was barely a whisper and you wouldn’t meet either of their gazes, which Tsukishima knew to be your tells when you were extremely nervous, like before the grammar exam you had taken a week earlier, but you seemed less nervous and more so in a state of deep thought. You weren’t a stern person by nature, and this was the most serious he had seen you since the two of you had met. He tried to reach out to you, but you turned on your heel and were already heading for the gym. In a moment of unity, the boys shared a grimace before following you to what was sure to be a tense practice. They were in trouble.

Thoughts swirled in Tsukishima’s head as he made his way down the stairs to go to practice, thoughts he had been trying to put to rest. What did you see in him?

---

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[broadwaycutie16]

Earlier today, I watched a video by TheTake on YouTube, exploring and deconstructing the “Nice Guy” trope in popular media.

Basically, the trope explained the Nice Guy trope and how toxic it really is, devaluing the girl’s feelings in a relationship and promoting male entitlement. Now, I’ve heard many people in this fandom complain that Adrien Agreste is the embodiment of this trope. The underdog sweet boy, pining after a girl who has rejected his feelings multiple times, persisting in his romantic advances towards her despite her making her disinterest clear.

While I must admit that Adrien does check many of the boxes for the standard Nice Guy, I quickly remembered who else in the show, besides him, checks out many of the same boxes, and perhaps a few more than him. Someone who exhibits many of the same behaviors of the Nice Guy, but whose less-than-healthy attitude of love is often overlooked and/or pardoned by most of the fandom, while they bash Adrien for similar behaviors.

Can you guess who it is?

It’s Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

I know what you’re thinking. How dare I accuse Marinette of such a toxic mindset! She’s the hero of our story! She fights off the bitches that are bad for Adrien and yet he doesn’t even give her the love she deserves! Adrien is the one who should consider himself lucky that she adores him! Hashtag Marinette Deserves Better!

But you see that right there? That, my friends, is what makes Marinette Dupain-Cheng, in my opinion, more of a Nice Guy than Adrien Agreste.

The whole purpose of the Nice Guy trope is to make us root for the underdog. Because who doesn’t love a good story where the loser that everyone expected to fail spectacularly ends up winning it all in magnificent fashion? Almost every movie has it’s underdog. With sports movies, it’s the unathletic wimp with a skinny, small, and/or weak body. In high school movies, it’s the outcast weird kid who’s been ostracized by the popular crowd for their unusual interests and/or attitude. In romantic comedies, the underdog is the hopelessly romantic Nice Guy who adores the girl and worships her like a goddess, as opposed to the cooler, more aloof, more sociotially successful man who takes her for granted. And since the cardinal rule of feel-good films is that underdog must end up getting what he’s been wanting throughout the whole movie, the movie then directs the story narrative to favor the Nice Guy’s desires, manipulating the audience to cheer him on and, in the process, blatantly dismiss all his unhealthy behaviors and obsessive traits, like stalking the object of his affections or trying to edge out any competition he has.

Sound familiar? That’s because that’s exactly what many Marinette stans who are also Adrien haters do.

I’m not saying Marinette is a bad person, but as far as Nice Guys go, she has shown us many red flags. She often stalks Adrien, trying to sneak into parties she has not been invited to just to see him, or following him to his house when he goes to study with one of her enemies. She often tries to keep away any girls she sees as competition for Adrien. With Chloé and Lila, it’s semi-justifies, because they can be total bitches. But not Kagami.

Is Kagami kind of cold? Yes. Can she be competitive? Absolutely. But she is not evil. Many Adrienette shippers often hate on Kagami, saying she is a stone cold bitch who will stop at nothing to “steal” Adrien away from Marinette. They misinterpret what she whispered in Marinette’s ear during Frozer. Kagami said, “The reason you cannot stand on your feet is your hesitation. I never hesistate.” Adrienette shippers translate this to, “He’s mine, bitch. Back off, or I’ll kill you.” But what she’s ACTUALLY saying is, “I know you like Adrien, but I like him, too, and I’m not gonna just back off out of curtesy while you fumble the ball. So if you want Adrien, you’re going to have to win him from me fair and square. That means you have to suck up whatever insecurities you have and really work to win him over.” She knows Marinette loves Adrien, but Kagami loves him, too. And she’s not just gonna wait around for Marinette to get over her nervousness and ask Adrien out of curtesy. She’s telling Marinette that if she wants Adrien, she needs to get herself together and go after him while he’s still available.

Kagami is not a bad person. She is simply lacking in social experience to properly express her emotions and desires without coming off as an ice queen. And yet, many Adrienette shippers view her through the same toxic lens as many fans of romantic comedies view love rivals of the Nice Guy. If the rival is even the tiniest bit self-serving or emotionally detached, they are automatically dismissed as bad people and therefore, less worthy of the main love interest than the Nice Guy. Thus, viewers are quick to pardon any attempts made by the Nice Guy to sabotage or undermine his rival as a necessary evil, something that must be done so that “true love” can prevail. Like say, I dunno, setting the rival up to be humiliated at a fancy party, despite all that they did to supposedly deserve such treatment was show up to said event, which they were invited to, and act friendly towards the main love interest, because they ARE friends?

If the scenario seems familiar, that’s because that’s exactly what Marinette tried to do to Kagami in Animeastro.

One thing I’ve noticed about this fandom, is that people seem to have a double standard when it comes to Marinette’s negative behaviors vs. Adrien’s. In Glaciator, Adrien seems to accept Ladybug’s rejection, claiming that her friendship was what mattered most, then takes back everything he said in Frozer, acting salty towards Ladybug for her earlier second rejection. After that, the whole fandom was on his case, calling him a jerk and a liar.

Am I happy Adrien went back on his word like that? Of course not. But in that same episode of Frozer, Marinette accepts that she may not be more than Adrien’s friend, and even helps him on his date with Kagami, despite her heartache and despite how everyone thought she was crazy for doing so. Super sweet, right? Except when Animeastro happens, she goes back on her mature acceptance and teams up with her worst enemy, all for the purpose of embarrassing the same girl who she supposedly accepted Adrien might like instead of her. Funnily enough, no one in the fandom seemed to give her any flack for that, despite the fact that it was an exhibitation of the same possessive, hypocrital and selfish behavior that Adrien displayed earlier on, which everyone hated on him for.

Many Marinette fans are projecting the same toxic, biased mindset onto her that fans of romantic comedies project onto the Nice Guy. They excuse any negative behaviors done by the protagonist, insisting that it’s for the greater good, all while hating on the love interest for not immediately falling into their arms. They prioritize the needs and feelings of the Nice Guy/Marinette while completely disregarding those of their love interests.

Marinette stans insist that she deserves Adrien’s love more than anyone else, bashing Adrien for overlooking her in favor of other girls. After all, Marinette has done so much for Adrien, while all Ladybug does is reject him in favor of some other guy, despite how he’s put his heart and life on the line for her. That means he should just cast aside his feelings for Ladybug and settle for Marinette, right? Well, by those standards, shouldn’t Ladybug do the same? After all, Chat Noir has risked his life for her several times and made it clear he adores her, while all Adrien has done is ignore her feelings in favor of other girls, even though she’s been right there the whole time. If Adrien should ignore some of Marinette’s stalker tendacies and easily-jealous nature, shouldn’t Ladybug be able to overlook some of Chat Noir’s less-than-acceptable behaviors?

Marinette fans often share the mindset of Nice Guy stans of romance as a moral issue, harboring the idea that goodness and unwavering affection should automatically earn romantic feelings. They believe that being nice to someone automatically means they owe it to you to love you back. Sadly, life isn’t that clear cut. Love is often given to someone, whether they deserve it or not. It’s both the best and worst part of it. This close-minded, morally black-and-white mindset is given to fans by the Nice Guy, as it’s his expectation that his being kind to the girl and showering her with romance should mean that she should know he is the one for her.

Sadly, this thinking by the Nice Guy is often hypocrital in the movies, because the same Nice Guy is attracted in his crush at least in part to some sort of superficiality (ex. she’s beautiful, popular, dresses well, is the Cool Girl who drinks beer and watches sports while looking hot in a tank top and short shorts). He says she’s superficial for not wanting a dork like him, but it’s not like he’s looking around for some socially-awkward, plain-faced girl on his own level or lower and falling for HER because of HER kind treatment of him and the intensity of HER feelings. Fans get upset when Adrien the teen heartthrob doesn’t give Marinette her due attention, but it’s not like they’re clamoring for her to settle for Nathanael in “Evillistrator” or Nino in “Animan”, even though they had intense feelings for her and were kind to her.

Because of the partial superficiality of the Nice Guy’s attraction to his crush, he has this fantasy built up in his head. He puts her up on this pedestal, much like the pedestal Marinette puts Adrien on. It gets to the point that he’s in love with the IDEA of her, this image of a perfect angel that he’s made her out to be, and not the real her. He refuses to admit that she is flawed, much like how Marinette overlooks Adrien’s doormat attitude and overwillingness to forgive, seeing him instead as the perfect boy who can do no wrong. This is a set up for disappointment later on, as when the love interest does not do what the Nice Guy expects from her, like instantly return his love, the illusion that he has so carefully crafted for his pleasure is shattered, and everything goes downhill.

Many people blame the love interests for not instantly favoring the Nice Guy once he’s shown his romantic dorky side, thinking they should pick up on the feelings right away, like it’s their job to know who they should be with immediately upon meeting them, that it’s their fault they miss the signs. But this misconception shifts blame away from the Nice Guy for not properly acting on his feelings. This is where the Nice Guy becomes his own worst enemy. He automatically convinces himself that he’s below the girl’s standards and gives up before he even tries. He hesitates to act on his feelings, much like Marinette is so certain that Adrien is out of her league that she lets her insecurities get the better of her and avoids confessing to Adrien or even talking to him because she’s sure she’ll mess up before she even tries. Then when the girl doesn’t immediately realize that she is loved, despite getting no clear signs or even the words “I love you”, she is blamed for leading the Guy on, much like how Adrien is blamed for not recognizing the mixed signals from Marinette as affection.

Even after Adrien has told her that he loves another girl, Marinette still decides to keep pursuing him, much like Chat Noir kept pursuing Ladybug even after she told him she loved someone. Yet, while Adrien is bashed for not immediately accepting her choice and working to move on, Marinette is pardoned from not accepting Adrien’s feelings in the matter. Viewers excusing all her Nice Guy traits while prosecuting Adrien for displaying all the same traits is what makes Marinette, in my opinion, more of a Nice Guy than him. Because the Nice Guy is usually the one that shippers root for, despite the warning signs of their behavior and the fact that the love interest has said flat out that they are not into them that way.

Do I think that Marinette is a bad person? No. Do I condone Adrien’s behavior over hers? Absolutely not. But these are fictional characters. We can’t control their flaws or talk some sense into them anymore than we can change the past or rewrite the movies that have sold us this one-sided mindset. I don’t hold their flaws against them and act like their imperfections define their whole character. I focus on the good they do, and if the characters forgive them, I forgive them, because they’re the ones who choose who to forgive, who to love, who to be friends with. So kiss off, Adrien salters. Y’all are a bunch of hypocrites. Peace out.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Good day to you, would like to offer some oil for the fire:

Master Kohga summoning his clone and then both of them going down on Sooga

Oooh that’s actually some BIG brained stuff right there? Let’s go???

Sooga was such a prude. Sure, he’d do kinky shit with him occasionally, and he’s had pervy dreams, but for someone with THAT fine of a body, he did almost nothing with it. By which Kohga meant; Sooga would NOT do threesomes with him. Now don’t get Kohga wrong, no meant no, but Kohga knew Sooga would LOVE getting railed by two dudes at once. He had the body, the stamina, the desire for it. But everytime Kohga chatted someone up, it was always ‘they aren’t worthy enough to touch you’ or ‘I will not take away any attention from you like this’. And while it was sweet, it was lame. Kohga wanted Sooga to get plowed while someone hit it from the back, or someone to make out with him while he bounced on his cock. Just SOMETHING to spice things up. Thankfully, clever Kohga had just the idea. Something that Sooga couldn’t at all say no to.

“You summoned me, Master Kohga?”

“Yes, Sooga, get in here! Lock the door!”

Sooga obeyed, and upon being prompted, sat down in front of Kohga.

“Your summon sounded important.”

“It is! I feel like showing you one of my famous techniques today!”

That had Sooga’s attention. Here was a fun piece of trivia; Sooga learned MANY of his abilities from Master Kohga one on one training. Sooga’s binding attack was taught to him by Kohga, and he had since perfected the very rare gift. Every member of the Yiga was capable of unique, special abilities, if they are deemed worthy to be taught as such by Kohga, and only Kohga. It was why Sooga would never turn down the opportunity to see more of Kohga’s incredible skills. Sooga gave a bow of his head, eager.

“I am very honored, Master Kohga. Please, show me.”

Kohga nodded, keeping his palms flat, and pressed together.

“Now, watch. The order of the hands is super important, as well as the speed. I’m going to show you how to do it properly, then we’ll do it step by step after. Watch.”

Kohga moved his hands quickly, forming them in all kinds of poses and patterns. Then, out of thin air, his clone appeared. It was a trick he had seen many times, but to see the actual process astounded Sooga to no end. Sooga stared at the clone with fascination, almost doing a double take between the both of them.

“It’s incredible, truly, Master Kohga. I almost can’t tell the difference.”

“Well I mean, I’m the handsome one, but yeah I see what you mean. Pulled this trick on my mother when I was a kid, nearly killed her.”

“You did this when you were but a child?”

Kohga always loved how easy it was, impressing Sooga. He shrugged, letting Sooga poke and prod at the clone, who seemed to just sit there.

“You did THIS? As a CHILD?”

“Yeah, but it was a pretty spotty clone back then. Not stable, only lasted for a few seconds. Now, he stays until I make him leave.”

“That’s incredible. Is his...face, your face?”

“Yep, lips and all, watch!”

Kohga’s clone (which we may refer to as Kohga2) lifted his mask up a bit, and leaned forward to kiss him. It was a small peck at first, just enough for Sooga to lightly nod his head.

“It...IS like you. How-”

Then the clone kissed him again. And again. Sooga seemed to have no protests, kissing the clone in return, before he pulled away, clearing his throat.

“It’s...quite like you. Very...physical.”

Kohga chuckled. Sooga was trying to be appropriate, but Kohga could see it in his body; he liked the idea of this Kohga touching him. He wanted more, it was obvious. Kohga just needed to give him a little bit of a push.

“He is, he really is. He can do all kinds of stuff. He sometimes copies me, sometimes he acts on his own."

"That's...not dangerous?"

"Not really? He just does things that I'd personally do."

Kohga2 seemed to take the hint, crawling over to Sooga and burying his face in his neck. Sooga wanted to push him away, clearly wanting to be professional, but Kohga2 seemed to know just the spot, making him sit back, and make Sooga just SQUIRM.

"M-master Kohga, I uhm, do believe he's getting rather fri-fuck."

That 'fuck' at the end was so honest, so lust fueled, it made Kohga chuckle. He always did like nibbles to his ear lobe. Nice, slow, even a little bit of pulling, just to drive him nuts. Kohga chuckled, leaning over to cup the slight bulge in his suit. Sooga was trying not to like this, but with the way Kohga2's hands were wandering and roaming, it was hard to deny he was liking this. Kohga chuckled, ever so slowly massaging his bulge. Sooga kept trying to push Kohga2 off of him, but his effort was so half assed, it was adorable.

"Pretty neat, eh? Only thing better than me, is TWO of me. Don't you agree, Sooga?"

"Y-yes, but you were just trying to show me some techniq-"

He was silenced yet again by that weak spot on his ear, actually making him shake a little. Kohga got up, and stood next to Sooga’s face, starting to un do his hair. One Kohga was enough to make Sooga weak, but two? Was enough to just make him submissive.

"Easy. I just wanna show you how talented I am."

Kohga2 nibbled at his ear some more, while Kohga ran his fingers through his scalp, occasionally grabbing fistfulls of that long, pretty hair. Sooga was silent for a moment, clearly absorbed in the feeling of slow, loving treatment. He seemed to find his words after a moment, lightly shaking his head.

“I uhm...this is odd. Very odd display of-”

A little pull of his hair was all it took to shut his pretty face up. Kohga un did his clothes a bit, pulling out his cock. They just started, but he was honestly SO excited about Sooga getting touched by someone, that he was already super hard. He pulled his hair again, prompting Sooga to open his mouth, just enough for him to push his cock through. Sooga didn’t hesitate, sucking and groaning as Kohga slowly pushed his cock back and forth into his mouth.

“That’s it. You remembered to use a little teeth this time, just how I like it. Good, good boy.”

Kohga2 seemed to grow bored of his actions, especially since Kohga seemed to be hogging that nice face of his. So he got off of him, in order to scoot down to his crotch, grinding against Sooga’s hard on. It made him groan against Kohga’s girth, and damn did it drive Kohga crazy. Sooga was handling being shared like a dream, just how he thought it would. Kohga pulled himself out of his mouth, just to watch drool dribble down Sooga’s lips.

“Look at you. You LIKE being shared, don’t you? Like having two people with their hands on you?”

Sooga didn’t want to answer. He clearly didn’t like the idea of a threeway, despite the fact that he was grinding himself in sync to Kohga2’s movements. Kohga cupped his face in his hand, being serious for just a second (he hated doing this, but it was the top’s job to take care of their bottoms).

“Why are you so against this? You LIKE being touched, I can tell. You’re into getting felt up and groped. Why are you so hesitant?”

Sooga tried to think amongst his hazy lust, and finally seemed to muster something.

“I just, don’t want you to think I belong to someone else. Don’t want you to think someone could take me away from you.”

Oh what an absolute sap. Kohga rolled his eyes, lightly pinching his cheeks.

“Soogy...you idiot. I was NEVER worried about that, ever. I want people to see you because I’m proud to call you mine. No one could take you away from me. You could even try to leave me, and I wouldn’t give you up. You body’s mine, remember?”

Kohga’s hand moved from his cheeks, to his throat, having a nice, good grip. He could watch the lust in his eyes. He wanted to get just FUCKED, and Kohga was happy to oblige. Kohga motioned for his clone to switch him, and Kohga2 seemed happy to stuff his cock in Sooga’s mouth, though he was far more greedy, nearly smothering Sooga’s face with all he had. Kohga meanwhile, worried about slipping those clothes off, finally getting to that nice, tight ass, and those long, strong legs. After making sure Sooga was ready (he didn’t need much prepping, but one couldn’t be too careful), he threw those legs over his shoulder, and didn’t hesitate to pound into that ass. Kohga’s grips on his thighs were nice and firm, keeping him in place as his cock not only stretched his ass, but hit right up against that prostate of his. Kohga2 didn’t seem to be nice either, holding onto his hair as he fucked his face, only stopping here and there for Sooga to gag around him. You think this would be too much for one man. You’d be wrong.

Sooga accepted both of them eagerly, even pumping his cock to help push himself further (not to mention giving them both quite a show) to orgasm. Not that he was being selfish. He kept his other hand on Kohga2’s ass, as if he was begging not to let him go. Not to mention he was pushing himself against Kohga’s thrusts, really making sure he got deep into that ass. Kohga chuckled, loving just how messy his boy was. Sweaty, soaked in his own drool.

“You like being a messy boy, don’t you Sooga? You like a nice, juicy cock to drool over? You like that same cock fucking you right in your ass? It good enough for you to cum already? Huh? You gonna cum like a good boy?”

Sooga of course couldn’t respond, but he could tell he was listening. The way he started to quicken the pace of his hand, the way his precum started to get slick all over his eager hands. Kohga expected him to cum as quickly as he did, getting a hot load of cum on his stomach. It was a nice sight, watching all that cum decorating his eager, totally built body. Kohga was going to finish in that ass, when he realized; he really didn’t want to forget this moment. He pulled himself out, making Kohga2 do the same. Sooga whimpered, not just from the fresh orgasm, but from the fact that he wasn’t gifted any of theirs. Kohga pointed to the floor, and Sooga obeyed, although a bit clumsily. He looked confused, before he felt both their cocks upon his face, observing them as they quickly touched themselves.

“Open nice and wide. You want it, don’t you?”

Sooga didn’t have any shame in opening his mouth nice and wide, nearly begging like a dog for scraps. He didn’t have to wait long. WIthin a few moments, they both came, shooting hot loads on his mask, his chin, and all over his tongue. He watched as Sooga panted, nealy fawning over how much cum he was decorated in. Kohga grabbed the data pad from the nightstand, chuckling.

“Say cheese, pretty boy.”

Then he snapped a nice, pretty picture. Ooh, this was a keeper. He looked it over, snapping his fingers, and making Kohga2 disappear. 

“Mmm. You look SO good in this one. Nice and pretty. So, this mean threesomes are on the table?”

Sooga closed his mouth, swallowing the load, just like always.

“I...suppose it depends. It sounds like you have someone in mind.”

“How about Link?”

“....maybe.”

“That's My Soogy Woogy~”

[thefriedbird]

Alright, hello! So I decided that last night after having a horrific anxiety attack, I was basically going to write two one shots based off a prompt I saw.

Yes, this is going to be a self-insert thing guys but you can replace the name with yours. There is not really much of a description other than that the character is disabled, she/her pronouns, wheelchair user with physical and mental health issues.

Overhaul is prob gonna be OOC since I’ve NEVER wrote him before. So be fucking warned.

ALSO I DID THIS ON A PHONE AND COULD NOT FIGURE OUT HOW TO DEAL WOTH THE TEXT CHANGING SHIT IT HONESTLY CONFUSED THE HELL OUTTA ME SO I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE.

Morning Kiss

Aliza has never been a morning person. Never has and never will. She couldn’t tolerate it when people chatted in the morning, hated the bright luminescent lights that were all over the Hassaikai compound, hated Nemoto’s early bird self, hated Rappa’s booming voice in the morning, and hated Deidoro’s early morning drinking, and even hated the avian friends she would adore... if it hadn’t been for their annoying incessant chirping in the wee hours!

But Aliza began to feel incredibly touch starved. She always settled for the private hand holding and cuddling, but she couldn’t help now feeling dissatisfied with him leaving her without as much as a goodbye.

Apparently, Chisaki had noticed. He was always incredible at reading people, even without needing Nemoto’s quirk to know that they’ve been lying. But he had an innate skill at reading Aliza like his favorite novel. At first, Chisaki was leaving sticky notes for his love to find. Giving her self-care reminders for the day, and telling her the schedule he set in place for her that day. Aliza would smile brightly reading them. “Remember to drink at least 3 liters of water.”

“Don’t neglect yourself today. I will know.”

“Stop biting your nails. It is unhygienic. You’ve practically chewed them til they’ve bled. I ordered more latex gloves and a nail polish that will help you stop chewing.”

Yeah, Chisaki had a blunt round-about way to display his affection. Yeah, he was over-protective and controlling. But it was something that Aliza didn’t mind.

All her life, Aliza lived without routine. She was reckless, often ill, neglected herself, and quite frankly didn’t understand how to take care of herself. It’s not like her parents really helped her with these things as a child. She was neglected and never learned. She lived impulsively and sporadically, and often times exhibited her self harming behavior unconsciously. She CRAVED touch, but also HATED it. She was never sure if that loving feeling would turn sour and hateful. Not that Chisaki would hurt her. But her traumas of the past had ate away at her for years, and it wasn’t stopping. It was with Chisaki’s discomfort for touch that made being around him easier than with the others at the compound. (Though when she first met him, she frankly thought of him as an arrogant selfish prick.) When Chisaki began courting her, he was heavily satisfied with their shared discomfort for touch. But both made an effort to each other to slowly at least get used to the other’s. It was a sign of their trust to each other and it was evidence of how much Chisaki COULD love. Aliza saw his protectiveness as endearing. To her, it was proof of how much he cared about her safety and well-being. His controlling behavior, she disliked and liked at the same time. On one hand she hates how Chisaki gives her a schedule HE created. But on the other, it gave her a routine. It gave her a sense of predictability, which was something she never had living in a toxic abusive household. Their love language may not be words, but it was touch despite their discomfort to it.They were learning how to love together. It’s not the first time Aliza had a love, but she had been used and abused to find comfort in what she saw as meaningless words. She was a “show it, not spout it.” Type of person. She’s had too many people say their love you’s to only disprove it later on. Whereas Chisaki never really loved another person before. He loved and cared for Pops, that was his parental figure. The one who saved him from the streets, and the man he thought he was indebted to. But loving someone intimately was entirely new. He only ever saw people as pawns for his goals, expendables because they have no other purpose. Aliza was his exception. She was his Angel. She was someone that he wanted to protect heavily. What initially started as his disdain for her in the beginning, somehow became affectionate.

So when Chisaki amped up his affection, Aliza was surprised. They had grown passed the phase where he and Aliza always asked each other if it was okay to be touched. Now, they did it without a single word needing to be said. But him giving her a brief kiss on her nape followed with a “good morning” wasn’t something she was used to.

“Was that alright?” Chisaki asked.

Aliza just smiled, “Yes, that was alright. Could you...maybe do that every morning?” “Yes. Anything for you, Angel”

First Kiss

hey were an unlikely couple. Quite frankly, Mimic, Nemoto, and Chronostasis had thought Aliza would be matter on the walls the first day Chisaki had met her. They weren’t expecting their boss to have Chrono and Nemoto bring the quirkless disabled woman into the meeting room for him to ask for his chance to court her.

They were surprised to say the least.

Overhaul was once routinely aggravated with Aliza, who was their secretary at the time, because she was ‘dirty’ and ‘filthy’. He saw her as another expendable, a disabled woman hired to map out his schedule, brief him on any upcoming meetings, and to handle gentle affairs with other heads. He didn’t think he would feel any form of intimacy toward her. That was until there were days she dressed up.

He admitted it to himself that she was beautiful. On the days she dressed up, she aired confidence, she radiated with joy, she was cleaner, she looked pure, she looked like an Angel. His grounded Angel. So when one of the lower Hassaikai members began stalking you, harassing you, and even had the audacity to TOUCH you. When he saw you having a full on panic attack because of the aggressive touching, that man was matter. For once, he didn’t feel bothered by the hives breaking out on his flesh. He was concerned about his Angel. His poor sweet Angel that was hyperventilating and sobbing hysterically in her wheelchair.

He had Chrono bring her into his office, where he tried to calm her. But Overhaul is a rather imposing and intimidating figure so Aliza couldn’t just calm down... But this man made the effort. He had Chrono bring her a water bottle while she sat silently in his office. When her tears stopped flowing, he noted she constantly looked out of it. As if she wasn’t there, it was just a shell staring at the floor. Her makeup was ruined and he hated it. He hated having what was his sullied and filthy.

“I’ll have Chrono send you to your room to bathe. You’re filthy.”

Aliza just stared at him, and when he notice her tearing up again. He felt that what he said was wrong and when she began to panic again spouting apologies frantically...

Aliza honestly thought she was gonna die the way he crouched down to look at her.

“I believe I said that wrong. He TOUCHED you. You are not filthy because you did something. You are filthy because HE did something. I will have no more tears. I will have Chrono come back to get you and you will take the rest of the day off, are we clear?”

That was two years ago. Aliza was the only person that was allowed to call him by his real name when they were alone together. She was also the only person allowed to touch him and see him without his mask. She no longer slept in her room. In fact the same day Chisaki asked to court her, he already had all her stuff in his room. Already having her sleep beside him the first day. He took care of her. He loved her. He would kill for her. Plain and simple.

Chisaki had never kissed someone. His mysophobia wouldn’t allow him. But he wanted to try it with his partner. They already have gotten used to touching each other, but anything extremely intimate he had never done.

It was when Aliza had dropped by his office to brief him on his schedule for the day, that he asked her.

“I wish to try to kiss you.”

Aliza looked up from her tablet in shock. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to break out in hives, love.”

Chisaki was already bending down over her, braking her wheelchair so she wouldn’t slide, his hands resting on the armrests, caging her in. “Yes.”

“O-oh, okay! I’m not stopping you!” Aliza smiled, blushing in shock at his forward ness, and setting down the tablet in her lap.

Chisaki unfastened his mask, setting it on his desk before gently taking off her own. Leaning forward, watching as Aliza closed her eyes he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. The chaste kiss caused him no issue, to his surprise. When he pulled away, he couldn’t help but chuckle in amusement when Aliza chased after his kiss for another.

He wasn’t sure how many trailed after his first kiss

[softlass27]

Flufftober Day 6 – Quicksilver

This is a canon divergence on the 16th May 2016 episode, after Aaron breaks things off with Robert after overhearing him talking to Charity about the money Gordon left.

Some credit for this idea must go to @saras-almanac! Ever since we chatted about her canon-divergent fic letting go recently, I’ve really want to have a go at doing one of my own for that era. This is the result :)

AO3 link here

Get out of my house, and get out of my life.

Aaron’s mood changes like quicksilver these days, so fast that Robert can barely keep up. He’s always been fiery, had no trouble showing his emotions through his words or his actions – it’s part of what had drawn Robert to him in the first place. And with everything he’d been through in the last few months, Gordon, the trial… God, Robert doesn’t blame him for being all over the place.

But it’s been weeks now and… things aren’t getting better between them. If anything, they're getting worse. The quiet spark of hope that had Robert practically brimming with excitement not so long ago dims with each passing day, with each time Aaron lashes out at him or pushes him away.

Get out of my house, and get out of my life.

Robert trudges back to the Keeper’s, head down and hands in his pockets. He can’t seem to go more than a day without facing Aaron’s wrath, without being reminded of exactly what Aaron and his family really think of him, of where he really stands. He didn’t think getting the thing he wanted – the person he wanted – would be this hard, hurt this much.

As he reaches the cottage, he takes out his keys and unlocks the door on autopilot.

“Hiya,” Victoria calls from the kitchen, before poking her head out with a smile that dims as soon as she sees him. “Hey, you alright?”

Get out of my house, and get out of my life.

Fuck it.

“You fancy coming to see Gran with me?”

She blinks. “To Barcelona? When?”

“Tonight? Tomorrow? I still have those tickets.”

“But I thought you wanted to take Aaron to… ” Vic trails off, probably because of the look on his face. She stares at him for a long moment, considering, before nodding her head.

“Go on, then.”

*

It’s the next morning, crack of dawn, and they’re in the departures lounge. Well, Robert’s in the departures lounge, Victoria’s nipped to WHSmith to find a cheap paperback to read (although knowing her she’ll just come back with a load of magazines) while he watches their bags.

He’s on the verge of dozing off, when his phone rings. Aaron’s name flashes up on the screen and Robert’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. He’d tried calling him last night, just to let him know he wouldn’t be around in case… God, he doesn’t even know. There’d been no answer.

Robert hesitates for a few seconds, lets it ring a couple of times while he considers letting it go to voicemail, before steeling himself and answering the call.

“Hello?”

“I’m outside,” Aaron says down the line. He sounds… blunt as always, but not particularly angry, not in the way he’d been yesterday.

“What?”

“I’m outside yours. Vic’s. Come down, will you?”

“Er… ” Robert hadn’t planned for this, didn’t expect Aaron to come anywhere near him after yesterday. He gulps and tries to remind himself that he’s not done anything wrong. “I’m not there, actually. I’m not in the village right now.”

“Alright,” Aaron says, light and casual. There’s a faint scuffing sound in the background, and Robert can picture him rubbing the sleeve of his hoodie against his stubbled jaw. “Will you be back soon?”

“In a few days. Sunday night.”

“What?” The casual tone is swapped for confusion. “Where the hell are you?”

“At the airport.”

“Where’re you going?”

“Barcelona.”

There’s a long silence, and Robert’s stomach twists unpleasantly. He wishes he hadn't picked up. “Oh. I thought we were – you went without me?”

Why do you care? He wants to snap back, as the old him definitely would have done. You didn’t want me there and you were never going to come with me, either. There was never gonna be a good time for you, not in the middle of all this. I wanted you to meet my Gran, my only other family, but now you say you don’t want anything to do with me, so why should I bother waiting? What's the point?

But he doesn’t say any of that. He’s trying to be better.

“I tried ringing you but – look, we can still go another time if you like, I don’t mind booking more tickets. But I only had so long to postpone these ones and I’d already made… ” He can’t bring himself to tell Aaron about Annie, not over the phone. “Anyway, you said you wanted me gone so… ”

“So you’re going to another country?”

“Rob!” Robert looks up to see Victoria coming over with an armful of magazines.

“I – hang on a sec,” Robert said into the phone, before cover the speaker with his hand. “What, Vic?”

“Oh soz, didn’t mean to interrupt. Just got you this.” She drops a car magazine he likes into his lap and takes the seat next to him.

Robert shakes his head and speaks to Aaron again. “Sorry, back now.”

“Is there someone else there?” The words are sharp, accusatory.

“Well I weren’t about to go alone, I’m not that sad.” He’s about to say he’s with Victoria, maybe try lightening the mood by making a joke about how much luggage she’s brought, but Aaron’s talking again before he has the chance.

“Right, I see how it is.” The rage that Robert is all-too familiar with is back in his voice. “You get bored of having to wait longer than five minutes for me so you just bugger off with some random?”

“What?” Shit, no. “Aaron no, it’s not like that. I’m just with – ”

“You know what, save it.”

“Aaron wait, I – Aaron?” Nothing. He’s gone.

“Fuck.” Robert jabs at the screen, quickly calling Aaron back and praying he’ll pick up so he can tell him he’s got this wrong, all wrong. But it’s fruitless; Aaron doesn’t answer and if Robert knows him at all, he won’t be answering for some time.

“Was that Aaron?” Victoria asks with the same tentative concern she’d shown last night.

“Yep.” He sighs and tosses the phone on top of the magazine in his lap.

“Are you okay?”

“No.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“Okay.” Victoria lays a gentle hand on his arm. “Maybe later? While we’re in Spain?”

“Maybe.”

*

They do talk, in the end. On their second night in the city, they go out for dinner and drinks, relishing the chance to unwind after a day spent answering question after question from Annie and all her ancient mates at the care home. Old people are exhausting, honestly.

“So… ” Victoria says around a mouthful of fish, with a casual air that Robert knows is entirely put-on. “D’you feel like talking about Aaron now? About what happened? Because as much as I’m enjoying the surprise trip in the sun, I know I’m not the one who’s supposed to be sitting here right now.”

“Can’t I just take my baby sister on holiday?”

“You can, but you never have before. Come on, I know you booked these tickets for you and Aaron for your birthday, but for some reason it never happened. And I know you haven’t spoken to him since that phone call in the airport. Whatever’s going on… you know you can talk to me, right?”

Robert sighs, contemplates doing what comes naturally and lying to her, plastering a smile on his face and insisting that everything’s fine. But after weeks on end of giving everyone that smile until his jaw ached, he doesn’t have it in him anymore.

“It’s just… ” He hesitates, not really knowing where to start. Victoria leans forward encouragingly. “I’m not sure he actually want to be with me.”

“Rubbish,” she fires back instantly. “He’s as gone on you as you are on him.”

“I don’t think so, Vic.”

“Okay, what makes you say that?”

“The fact that he can’t seem to go more than a day or two without biting my head off or saying he wants nothin’ to do with me, for starters.”

“Is that what happened yesterday?”

“Pretty much. Said he wanted me out of his life.”

“Why, what did you do?”

“Nothing – for once,” he shoots her a rueful smile. “Just… I said something to Charity, he overheard and took it the wrong way, kicked me out before I had a chance to explain properly.”

“Well there you go, then,” Vic smiles. “A misunderstanding, that’s easily fixed. Once you explain, he’ll calm down and you’ll be fine.”

“Until the next time,” Robert mutters, stabbing at his food with his fork.

“What d’you mean?”

“That’s the point, Vic. I always have to explain, because he always thinks the worst of me and pushes me away, says I'll never change. Before that, it was the burnt letter fiasco, then it was him actually believing I’d paid someone to have Gordon killed in prison. And now this. Even on the phone the other day, he instantly assumed I’d gone off with someone else. He probably thinks I’m shagging some random right now, when I’ve told him how I feel about him. When he's the one who keeps shutting me out and cancelling every plan I try to make with him.”

Robert drops his cutlery down on the table as the words spill out of his mouth, increasing in speed before he can stop them.

“And before you say it, I know I was awful last year, alright? I get it, I’d understand if he didn’t trust me, if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. But… he’s said that he does trust me, and he’s said he still wants me. Then he goes and treats like he thinks I’m scum, like I’m still that selfish person he used to hate, and then I think maybe he doesn’t really want this, not the way I do. I’ve been trying, I’ve been trying so hard, but I can’t seem to get anything right and I’m just – I’m just sick of it, okay?”

To his absolute horror, the backs of his eyes begin to sting with tears, and he blinks them away rapidly as Victoria stares at him open-mouthed, eyes wide with shock. He can’t say he blames her, he’s surprised himself. His gaze remains fixed on the dark red tablecloth, already feeling awkward about his sudden outburst.

“And he forgot your birthday,” she eventually says, offering him a small smile. A surprised chuckle bubbles out of him and he looks up.

“And he forgot my birthday. Which I know makes me sound like I’m about six but…”

“But it was your first one with him.” He nods. “And you wanted to get to spend it together in Barcelona and take him to meet Gran.” Another, smaller, nod, and he buries his face in his hands as his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Oh, Rob.” She pushes her plate aside and yanks on his arms until he drops his hands and meets her eyes. “You’re allowed to be upset, silly. I’d be gutted if I were in your position.”

“Doesn’t feel like I am, not with everything that’s happened… ”

“You and Aaron… it’s a big deal for you. He’s your first boyfriend.”

He rolls his eyes. “We’re not teenagers, Vic.”

“Robert,” she frowns at his deflection, not having it. “After everything you've been through this past year, coming out, how much you’ve changed, being with Aaron properly… this is a big deal. I’m proud of you, you muppet.”

He doesn’t really trust himself to speak, so instead he settles for squeezing their fingers together, hoping she understands. She does, if the warm look on her face is any indication.

“Adam actually told me he stuck up for you with Aaron a couple of weeks ago, y’know?”

“What?” Well, that definitely didn’t sound right. “When?”

“After you burnt that letter. Which, by the way, was a bit stupid, but I get that your heart was in the right place. I can’t blame you for not wanting to give it to him, and neither can Adam. He kept it from Aaron too, remember?”

Robert fiddles with his napkin, carefully folding the corners. “What’d he say, then?”

“Just told Aaron that you were only trying to protect him, trying to make sure he never had to hear from Gordon again, like he said he wanted.”

“Wow… who would’ve thought your husband would be on my side?”

“I know, I think Adam was as shocked as anyone. So you see?” Victoria raises her eyebrows. “You’re not a monster, Robert. You’ve changed, and people can see that. If Adam’s started coming around to you, Aaron definitely will have.”

“Don’t think has family ever will.”

“Well, there’s only so much you can do about that; you can’t kill yourself over trying getting people to like you. But last time I checked, Aaron’s an adult, he can make his own decisions. He usually does, too.”

Robert sighs and nods, mulling over her words. They resume eating their meals quietly for a few minutes.

“So… what d’you think I should do?”

“I’ll tell you what you’re not gonna do,” Vic points at him with her fork, waving around the potato on the end of it. “You’re not going to give up on this.”

“I don’t want to. But I don’t know how to… ” He shrugs helplessly.

“I think you just need to have a conversation with him. Tell him what you’ve told me.”

She tuts when Robert pulls a face.

“I know you don’t like talking about feelings – I swear, you’re both as bad as each other – but you have a right to know where you stand, Rob. Look, I know Aaron’s been through hell and there’s a lot going on right now with his sister an’ all… but you can’t stay stuck in this weird limbo. He’s either in this or he isn’t, he wants you or he doesn’t.”

“And… ” Robert chews his bottom lip, stomach churning unpleasantly. “If he says he doesn’t?”

“I mean, I very much doubt that. But if that does turn out to be the case then… ” Vic hesitates, before grinning. “We’ll just have to head into town and find you a nice new bloke, won’t we?”

Robert snorts, already recoiling at the very idea. “Like I’d ever let you take me out on the pull.”

“What, I’d make an excellent wing-woman!”

“God no, please stop.” They both giggle into their wine glasses, until Robert’s smile eventually dims. “I don’t want a nice new bloke. I want Aaron.”

“I know you do,” Victoria says softly. “That’s why you have to try. Just talk to him.”

“Yeah… you’re right.”

“What’s that, now?” The glee in her voice makes him groan. “Can I get that in writing, please?”

“Alright, calm down.”

*

Typically, their return flight is delayed, so they don’t arrive back in Emmerdale until the early hours of Monday morning. Robert’s so knackered, it’s all he can do to bid a brief goodnight to Victoria and collapse face-down on his bed.

After what feels like only seconds after he puts his head on the pillow, he’s jolted awake by the sound of loud banging. Cracking one eye open, he takes in the faint light coming from the window and realises that despite his exhaustion, he must’ve had a few hours of rest. The banging starts up again, and Robert’s sleep-addled brain manages to work out it's someone at the front door. He waits for the sound of Adam or Vic heading down the stairs, but there’s only silence.

Groaning, he rolls to his feet and throws on his dressing gown before stumbling to the front door and cracking it open, ready to tell whoever it is to kindly bugger off and let him go back to bed, only to be met with the sight of the last person he’d expected to see at this hour.

Aaron.

He stands before Robert, hands shoved in his pockets and gel-free hair blowing in the wind. He looks as amazing as ever, and Robert’s missed him so much it makes his breath catch for a second. He stands frozen, hand dropping from the door to hang at his side.

Aaron clears his throat. “Hiya.”

“Hi.”

“You’re back, then.” His voice is gruff and slightly hoarse, like he hasn’t had enough sleep.

“Er, yeah. Late last night.”

Aaron nods and there’s a long pause.

“You gonna invite me in or…?”

Robert steps aside to let him pass and follows him into the living room. They stand there awkwardly and Robert stays silent, waiting for Aaron to make the first move.

“Pub’s been quiet without you,” Aaron eventually offers. “Got used to you hangin' around every day.”

“Bet your mum’s not been complaining. Or Liv, for that matter.”

Aaron gives a small smile that looks more like a grimace, and Robert’s heart sinks slightly at the silent confirmation that he's right.

“I missed you, though.” He says it so quietly, Robert almost doesn’t catch it.

“I missed you, too."

Aaron’s mouth curls into another smile, a more genuine one this time, and he shuffles his feet.

“Adam told me that you were with Vic. That you were seein’ your gran, too.”

“Oh.” Robert’s mind flashes back to the last time they’d spoken, to Aaron’s furious words, and judging by the look on Aaron’s face now, his is too. “Right.”

“Sorry for havin’ a go at you on the phone. I should've – I’m an idiot.”

“S’fine.”

“I didn’t mean to – I just thought – ”

“Thought the worst of me, I know.”

Aaron looks stricken at that, and Robert instantly wants to take the words back. He doesn't, though, he can't bring himself to. Aaron's eyes fall away from his face, wandering uncomfortably around the living room. Just like that, Robert suddenly feels almost as distant from him now as he had in another country, and he hates it. Victoria’s insistent words from the other night echo in his ears.

Just talk to him.

“Aaron, I… ” Robert can hear footsteps above them, the telltale sounds of Adam and Victoria getting up to start their day. He really doesn’t fancy an audience for this. “D’you fancy goin’ for a walk?”

Aaron’s gaze snaps back to him, and he frowns. “A walk?”

“Yeah. Could do with some fresh air after my flight and… maybe we can have a chat?”

“A chat… ”

“You gonna repeat everythin’ I say?” Robert can’t resist giving him a teasing smile, and Aaron huffs a small laugh and shakes his head.

“A chat about what?”

“Just… stuff. You and me?”

Aaron hesitates, before nodding. “Yeah, okay. Might wanna get changed first, though?”

Robert suddenly remembers what he’s wearing, and he wraps his dressing gown around himself self-consciously as Aaron’s eyes crinkle in amusement.

“Uh, give me five minutes.”

Robert gets ready in record time, rapidly brushing his teeth while he pulls out a clean pair of jeans and a jumper. As he shoves his feet into a pair of shoes on the landing, Victoria opens her bedroom door and almost trips over him.

“Oh, mornin’,” she says around a wide yawn. “Did I hear Aaron downstairs?”

“Yeah, he’s waiting for me,” Robert answers, his voice hushed so he’s not overheard. “We’re going for a walk.”

“And?”

“And… I’ve asked if we can talk.”

Vic’s face brightens. “That’s great, Rob.”

“Unless he doesn’t like what I say and dumps me on the spot, of course.”

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous.” Vic waves a dismissive hand.

“Rob?” Aaron calls from downstairs. “We goin’ on this walk or not?”

“Coming!”

Victoria grins at him, smug in the way that only his annoying little sister can be. “I told you – smitten kittens, the pair of you.”

Robert chooses to ignore her in favour of jogging back down the stairs, meeting Aaron by the front door.

“Ready?”

“Been waitin’ for you, mate,” Aaron scoffs. “Let’s go.”

They leave the cottage and set off in the direction of the footbridge.

“So... ” Aaron glances at him tentatively. “What's up?”

Robert takes a deep breath, and starts talking.