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kingdaddydaichi · 2 years ago

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nsfw alphabet ☆ a k. bokuto birthday special

Koutarou Bokuto is an adorable, hulking baby boi with the sweetest soul. His heart is made of sugar and sunshine, and he gives the best hugs. He is love on legs, he is precious and must be protected at all costs. He walks into the room and you smile in spite of yourself. Best birthday wishes for the best birthday boy. 🦉♡

tagging: @briokayama @crystal-lilac @yuujispinkhair

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

omg Bo is such a sweetheart? 🥺 He’s so amazing about aftercare, but he’s also such a softie you’ll have to look after him just as much as he takes care of you. Even if he was the Dom/top. ESPECIALLY if he was the Dom/top! He feels so bad about hurting you, esp if he leaves marks. Poor bb boy will be curled up in a fetal position repeating over and over again how sorry he is. Pls hold him and assure him that you’re okay?

B = Body part (favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His - his butt lol. I meannnn he do be walking around with a lotta cake. 💁🏼‍♀️ He’s also quite proud of his pretty golden eyes and his glorious abs. 😮‍💨

Yours - I think Bo likes your legs the most? He’s always telling you how sexy they are. He can scarcely sit within arm’s reach of you without putting a hand on one of your legs. ALWAYS kisses the insides of your thighs before growling “itadakimasu” and eating your pussy so good.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loooooves to give you creampies! Loves to cum in your mouth, but more than anything he loves knowing you’re stuffed with his cream filling. Other than that, his loads are kinda average? Cums a normal amount, but his jizz is a little more clear than white?

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Bo kinda feels like a creep for doing this so he hopes you never find out, but…he loves to sniff your panties while he jacks off. Picture him lying on the bed with a recently worn pair of your cute little undies covering half his face, jerking his huge cock with one hand while tugging on his balls with the other.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I feel like Bo gets laid A LOT in college. It’s kinda sad tho bc he’s honestly not trying to? Girls look at him and think he’s hoe-ish and so a lot of them fuck him thinking that’s all he wants. I think he gets his heart broken quite a few times bc of this. Stupid bitches. 😒 But then he met you and you saw him for who he really is - a sweet man with a huge heart and a tremendous amount of love to give who just wants the same in return and he TREASURES you for it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl. Bo gets soooo turned on watching you use his body for pleasure. Loves watching your titties bounce and the faces you make when you ride him. When your legs get tired, he pulls you down to his chest and pistons into you from below with so much force your eyes roll back when you cum on him. Also he likes to fuck you while standing just bc he can. He’s so strong and big, honey, idc how heavy you think you are, your man’s got you okay?

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It’s Bokuto, okay? He can be serious and tries to be for the most part. But you knew going into this what a himbo he is and he does occasionally say or do something that makes you laugh. He’s so big (everywhere) that he accidentally kicked a lamp off your nightstand trying to change positions. Speaking of positions, his adventurous ass always wants to try the weirdest ones even though he gets stuck in them half the time. One time when he was really drunk, you’d just gone down on him and when you kissed him afterwards, he said, “Gross! Your mouth tastes like my penis!” Then there was the time y’all were going at it doggystyle and when he finished you were laying down with your head near the edge of the bed. Well, Bo’s brilliant ass thought he’d look cool climbing over your head to go to the bathroom but his foot slipped and he ended up doing a sideways backflip off the bed. It sounded like a whole horse falling down a flight of stairs. But the best part was that on his way down he yelled, “HeLp My NuTs!!!” (I can’t with this man.)

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Check it, okay one time he got drunk and tried to make the carpet match the drapes 🤦🏼‍♀️ and got chemical burn on his dick. He came running out of the bathroom, dick flapping, screaming about his cock and balls being on fire bc he got hair bleach on ‘em. Akaashi happened to be there and laughed so hard he cried. Bo got mad and was all “stop laughing, asshole, and take me to the emergency room!” I mean, it healed and he’s fine now but he’ll never try to frost his pube tips again. He keeps ‘em trimmed up nice and neat; likes how it feels and how it makes him look bigger than he already is. 👀

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is the sweetest ever! Bo gets so swept up in the moment, he’ll hold your hands and kiss your knuckles one by one while he tells you how much he loves and cherishes you; how you’re the most amazing woman he’s ever met, how beautiful you are, how lucky he is to be your man and he just wants to make you happy so you’ll never ever leave him. All while rolling his powerful hips against you. But he doesn’t come off as cheesy at all. You can even see the tears in his eyes sometimes. Mans is so in love with you he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He will sometimes, but he’s usually either too busy, too tired, or already fucking you into the mattress.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Two words: Praise kink! Bo’s a switch - he likes being a little submissive for you sometimes. Demand that he get on all fours and lick your pussy and he’ll lose his damn mind. Praise him for being such a well-behaved boy and so damn good at pleasing you and he’ll be in a puddle at your feet. Blindfold him too. Wondering what you’re gonna do next will have chills running up and down his spine.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Basically anywhere? Bo’s just happy to be fucking you at all. Ultimately though I think he prefers the bedroom bc it’s the most comfortable and you can both be as loud as you want.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Kiss him on his naked back and he’ll turn around and pin you against the nearest surface. Trace your finger down his chest and he’ll pull you into his lap. And if you give his bare tummy a few soft kisses? Gods help you, he’s rock hard in seconds. Kisses in general turn him on. Like, if you give him a handjob during a makeout session, there’s a 1710% chance he’s cumming around your hand while knitting his brow and moaning into your mouth.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Degradation is a no-go for Bo. Anything that causes pain. If you’re into pain, Bo might not be the guy for you. About the most you can expect from him would be a hard slap on the ass, but he’s really careful about it. He knows his strength and you DO NOT want the full power of his ace hand. Have you SEEN him spike?? 😫 He’ll pull your hair a little. He might nibble or lightly scrape his teeth against your skin, but nothing that would hurt.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes getting blowjobs as much as the next guy but eating pussy is something of a specialty of his. He cannot get enough of hearing your moans and whimpers and sighs of his name as he wears you down like a feed bag, esp since your pussy tastes so goddamn sweet. Bo is quite talented with his tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Whatever you want. If you don’t voice a preference much depends on his mood. If he’s in good spirits or has a lot of energy he’s more apt to fuck you hard and fast. If he’s tired or in Emo Mode™️ he’s more likely to go slow and sensual bc he needs to be close to you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Bo’s all for quickies! He’d prefer to take his time with you and all, but if he can sneak you into the locker room before/after a match when no one else is in there, or early in the morning as you’re trying to head out the door, or in your apartment between classes, he won’t hesitate to try and fuck you if you’re both in the mood. And why wouldn’t you be? Have you seen this beast? 🥵😮‍💨

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Experimental, yes. As mentioned before, Bo is sexually adventurous. He’s always down for trying new positions, toys, places. He’s down for public sex as long as it’s not just blatantly out in the open in broad daylight or a crowded place.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Bo can go for two rounds, max, then he’s down for the count. He lasts a while; if you go for more than one round you’re looking at 1-1.5 hrs, including a brief refractory period. He usually doesn’t last more than 20-30 mins the first round, but if he gets hard again he can go for almost another hour after that. Trust, honey, your man will not leave you wanting either way.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I don’t see him having toys of his own, but if you do he loves to use them on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Bo’s not v good at teasing bc he gets so worked up trying to delay your gratification and caves too easily. He just needs to stuff you full of his aching cock already.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lol. It’s Bo. He’s not great at volume control. Everything about how he fucks is loud - the bed is loud, the sound of his damp skin slapping against yours is loud, you’re loud bc jfc he piledrives that fat cock of his into you so good, and ofc HE is loud. Loves talking dirty during sex, telling you how sexy you sound screaming his name like that; praising you for taking his cock so damn well. And when he cums? Hope you didn’t leave a window open sis bc the whole damn neighborhood’s gonna know he’s about to bust a fat nut! People going for walks just sighing like “the Bokutos are at it again 🙄”.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Bo would be down for a threesome IF you wanted to. If not, he can absolutely do without it; he’s just putting it out there. Another female, another male, doesn’t matter to him. He’s down for whatever; it’s all up to you. I don’t see him being polyamorous tho. Fucking is one thing, but no way in hell would he be able to share your heart with someone else.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

No less than 8”, fight me. Probably 9”+. Above average in girth, but not a coke can cock like Daichi’s, js. I also feel like Bo got his dick pierced (frenum would be hot) on a dare or he lost a bet. His cock is fair-skinned, pale with a bright pink tip and a couple of thick veins. Ugh, my mouth is watering, hold a bitch back. 😩😤

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Honey. Baby girl. Sweetheart. It’s Tuesday and if you’ve only fucked your man 4 times this week, he’s hurting rn and you need to go find him wherever he is and jump his bones. He’s probably worrying that he said or did something wrong or that you’re losing interest in him. I mean, look at you! 😍 Of course he wants to get on that and get his dick wet as often as you’ll let him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Bo cums and it’s lights out ngl sis. 🤷🏼‍♀️ Unless he’s up for another round, chances are he’s falling asleep during pillowtalk. Hate to say it, but he has even fallen asleep DURING sex after a particularly tiring/busy day. And if he was on top? Oh gods. You’re just fighting for air and slapping him on the shoulder, talkin bout “BO! WAKE UP! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU FUCKING FELL ASLEEP!” And he’s just there like surprised with his eyes nearly crossing in exhaustion looking up at you with a pouty frown. “Msosorrybabe mjussosleepy” while rolling off of you. But you smile and kiss him, stroking his limp hair, still damp from his shower earlier. And you whisper, “I love you, Bo.” “N’Iloveyoutoo, baby, so damn mu-“ and just like that he’s out cold, curled up like the big baby owl he is in your arms as you strain to reach all the way around his massive shoulders. “Happy birthday, baby,” you hum, lips that taste like him curling into a smile as he snores softly beside you.

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hongism · 4 years ago

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under my skin - khj x jwy 18+

pairing; jung wooyoung x kim hongjoong genre; pwp, smut, 18+ wc; 7.2k summary; wooyoung should never have admitted that he liked hongjoong bossing him around, and he most definitely shouldn't have done it so publicly. aka hongjoong knows how to get under his skin and god damn if he doesn't do it fucking well. warnings; explicit smut, fingering, oral sex: m, dirty talk, praise, a lil bit of degradation and humiliation if you squint a/n; hi 😳 so uh this was an impulse writing moment whoopsie but also yeah this is my first mxm work as well as my first mxm smut so yeehaw im going all out on the first one huh :’D as always feedback is appreciated esp since this is something new to me and idek if it did it well 😳

On the list of things Wooyoung knows he definitely should not have done, openly admitting that he is both attracted to Hongjoong and enjoys it when the leader bosses him around on a Christmas live of all things is at the very top.

“He was just sitting on the couch, and I was about to go back to my room then he goes ‘Hey Wooyoung, get my meal ready’. I thought ‘this is the first time someone has treated me like this’. It was — it was attractive.”

Seonghwa’s eyes had flashed with panic the moment the words left Wooyoung’s mouth, clearly picking up on exactly what he meant behind those words. He managed to bite out a strained and awkward laugh that grated against Wooyoung’s ears for far too long. Then, if he hadn’t done enough damage, not even two minutes later was he opening his mouth to spew some further nonsense after staring holes into the side of Hongjoong’s head.

“In that instance, I was attracted to Hongjoong when he treated me badly.”

Except it was not merely that instance. It was – is – far more than that, and the coy smirk that had stretched over Hongjoong’s lips spilled the truth. That Hongjoong knew his power over Wooyoung well before he even admitted it.

That instance had indeed started it all, but Wooyoung does not know how he had spiraled with such haste and intensity. Sometimes, it isn’t even his fault. His body just reacts to something his hyung has said, and he has to force ugly thoughts to the front of his mind or grab the thing closest to him to conceal the raging boner he’s left with. Wooyoung distinctly remembers the first time it became a serious issue though.

It was during a dance practice, another one of those awfully late nights that had everyone on edge, and Wooyoung was already dizzy with exertion before Hongjoong even opened his mouth. Then Yunho and Mingi decided to start fucking around with the choreography and making funny faces at each other in the mirror. Wooyoung knew he was in for it the moment he saw Hongjoong’s normally soft and gentle features flash with a barely contained rage. Then Hongjoong reeled on the pair, eyes flashing a bit of anger as he told both boys off, before shifting back to face Wooyoung now. The younger had choked on his saliva just from the intense eye contact.

“Go reset the music, Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung’s cheeks burn with shame to think back on it now because he had most definitely squeaked out the most pathetic “yes sir” known to all mankind and scampered over to the computer to do as told. He had to shove the palm of his hand down so hard against his growing erection that it physically hurt, but it got the job done, and that’s all Wooyoung could have hoped for in the heat of the moment. If anyone noticed his dramatic reaction or thought it to be odd, they decided to spare him the embarrassment and did not mention it.

Then came the practice a few weeks later when Hongjoong was working twice as hard as usual to prepare for awards season. Everything had to be squeaky clean for all the performances. That led to Wooyoung being both blessed and cursed by the sight of a certain Kim Hongjoong in an all too tight-fitting black tee with sleeves rolled up over his shoulders and sweat dripping from his chin to the floor.

Now Hongjoong may not be the most muscular or lean among the group, but god, Wooyoung was positively salivating at even the barest glimpse of tantalizing skin under that shirt. It felt wrong and dirty to thirst after his bandmate – his leader – in such a public way. Hongjoong made things ten times worse by shifting to look Wooyoung in the eyes, brow arched dangerously high and a sharp gleam to his eye that had Wooyoung sweating more than he was before.

“Hey Wooyoung, grab me a water.”

Just simple and straight to the point. Not even a ‘please’ or ‘thank you’. Wooyoung didn’t need one. He was rushing to follow the order like a good little boy in mere seconds, and the smirk Hongjoong awarded him with nearly made him blackout on the spot. A smart little quirk to one corner of his lips, the other side staying completely still. Hongjoong looked so mean and condescending in that moment, yet Wooyoung ate it right up without even batting a lash. His cock twitched to full attention behind the confines of his grey sweatpants, then he was moving out of the practice room at breakneck speed, desperate to get to the bathroom as quickly as possible.

He had slammed the door behind him and flipped the lock with desperate fingers before stumbling towards the sink to splash his face with cold water. In the reflection of the mirror, he could see how red his face had gotten, the red hue deepened to a scarlet that was only accentuated by the sheen of sweat clinging to his skin. Embarrassing. It was so fucking embarrassing to get off to the idea of Hongjoong bossing him around and being mean to him. Wooyoung had hoped that the water would quell him enough to bring him back to the practice room without being weak enough to jerk off in the company bathroom. Those hopes were dashed when the dastardly image of Hongjoong standing across from him with that cruel smirk floated to mind.

Wooyoung slipped his leaking member out and fucked the tight ring he formed with his hand at record-breaking speed, not stopping until he painted his fingers white with hot cum. And if not for thinking to lock the door, he would have been caught in the act too, because not even ten seconds later was someone knocking and banging at the door.

“Wooyoung? You good?”

Thank fuck it had just been San and not Hongjoong himself. If it were Hongjoong, then Wooyoung is certain that he would have caved and told the man exactly what he was doing without any resistance whatsoever.

“Y-Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine! Just needed to pee! I’ll be out in a minute!”

He thought that that instance would be the worst of it.

Hongjoong proved him sorely wrong.

In fact, if anything, those instances seemed to increase in frequency. Hongjoong would corner him just to deliver a sharply-spoken order then grin as Wooyoung fervently followed the order without complaint or whining. Wooyoung would be forced to dart off to the nearest bathroom and cum into the palm of his hand to curb the raging horniness in his system. And after he was done, he would pull himself out of the bathroom with his head hung low in shame, not ever noticing the way Hongjoong stood not far off with that same smirk as always painting his pretty lips. If Wooyoung ever whispered a breathless “hyung, please” to himself while jerking off, then he would deny it with his dying breath because that would be too close to admitting how desperately he wants Hongjoong.

Such a stark contrast to how he behaves with Seonghwa, as San noted one day. Sure, Seonghwa would ask him to do things but Seonghwa would ask, accentuating his words with a ‘please’ and making sure to thank Wooyoung afterward. And Wooyoung would always whine no matter what Seonghwa would ask of him. The reason being — well, for two reasons actually. One: Seonghwa isn’t Hongjoong, and two: Wooyoung secretly (read very secretly) loves being ordered around like he’s not good for anything else.

The full admission on Vlive must have been the breaking point for both of them though. Hongjoong was trying to hide himself behind his hands as a faux sign of embarrassment, but Wooyoung could clearly see the curling smirk and hungry gleam in his eyes when he saw past those small fingers. It felt almost like Hongjoong could eat him alive on the spot, and Wooyoung would just roll over and let him.

Whatever Wooyoung had expected to happen after that fateful live left him sorely disappointed because Hongjoong did absolutely nothing. Didn’t comment on it, didn’t tease him about it, acted like it didn’t even happen. Even when Seonghwa granted him a sharp slap upside the back of the head and Yeosang muttered something about Wooyoung being into some kinky shit, Hongjoong huffed out a quiet laugh and led the way out of the room.

Was Wooyoung upset? Both yes and no. He saved himself from heaps of humiliation even though he admitted it in such a public manner, but he would be lying if he didn’t say that he was somewhat trying to egg Hongjoong on a little. All these months of teasing and playing only for him to do nothing? This had to be some sort of blue balling, at least that’s what Wooyoung whined into his pillow before Yeosang and Jongho entered the shared room behind him.

“Who’s blue balling who?”

“No one, Yeo! No one! I didn’t say that!”

Wooyoung is tipping closer and closer to his breaking point, and he knows it’s only a matter of time before he absolutely snaps. That fact is what finds him hesitating by the back of the couch a few days after the aforementioned Fateful Vlive. Hongjoong sits on the cushions, arm slung casually behind his head as always, and Wooyoung is truly trying his hardest not to drool over the sheer attractiveness the position exudes. It doesn’t help that Hongjoong has been driving Wooyoung up a wall all day with his teasing.

First, it was light touches during breakfast, ghosting fingers over his bare forearm that sent goosebumps all over his body.

“Is something wrong, Wooyoung?” Hongjoong had asked like it was the most casual thing in the world.

“No, no, hyung. Just haven’t fully woken up yet.”

That was a lie but oh well. Wooyoung has lied about worse things in his life.

Then after breakfast, Hongjoong had leveled him with a sharp stare and ordered him to pick up the dishes for Seonghwa. Wooyoung didn’t even have time to jerk off in the bathroom afterward because San and Seonghwa dragged him off to play some game before he could make a hasty escape to the bathroom.

“You called for me, hyung?” Wooyoung manages to ask without a stutter to his tone. It’s a miracle truly because when Hongjoong’s voice boomed through the hallway and found him in the bedroom, Wooyoung almost melted.

“Yeah, get me some coffee from the kitchen.”

Now, if it were Seonghwa asking him, Wooyoung would whine and complain. Say that he’s on the fucking couch which is literal steps away from the kitchen and he has two perfectly (sexy) functioning legs that could easily get him a cup of coffee himself without needing to call Wooyoung all the way from his bedroom to get it for him. It is, in fact, not Seonghwa asking him, however; it is Hongjoong, and Wooyoung will be damned if he doesn’t obey the order without even a breath of complaint.

“Sure, of course, hyung!” He chirps in response to hide the shaky smile on his lips. His legs feel like jello but he puts them to use anyway, carrying his body to the kitchen to prepare a mug of coffee just the way Hongjoong likes because of course, he knows exactly how Hongjoong likes his coffee. Once he has finished perfectly preparing the drink, Wooyoung carries it back to the couch and goes as far as to step around the armrest to deliver the mug directly into Hongjoong’s hands.

“Good boy.”

The words are unmistakable. It’s a miracle that Wooyoung pulled his hand away when he did otherwise he would have most definitely dumped piping hot coffee all over Hongjoong without being able to stop himself.

“H-Huh!?”

Hongjoong blinks up from the rim of the ceramic mug. Not an ounce of shame coats his features. Wooyoung knows that hiding behind that cup is his trademark cruel smirk, and that sends him reeling.

“I said good job. You made it just the way I like.”

Wooyoung needs whatever deity or spirit or entity out there in the universe to backhand slap him to high heaven. Hongjoong did not say good job. He said good boy, loud and clear without so much as a stutter to his tone. Wooyoung stumbles back regardless and excuses himself with a hasty mumble about needing to go to the bathroom. He can only hope that his flustered state of embarrassment mixed with tingling humiliation is not as noticeable as it feels like it is.

“I wasn’t done with you.”

Wooyoung has to bite down on his tongue to keep from whimpering at the tone of Hongjoong’s voice combined with those words. He dares to glance back at Hongjoong over his shoulder. The leader is now on his feet, mug of coffee left forgotten on the table in front of the couch, and Wooyoung can find only a single word to describe the look in the man’s eyes.

Hungry.

“Go to my room. We need to talk in private.”

Wooyoung should experience a surge of panic – any normal person would be petrified to hear those words from their leader – but the words go directly to his dick instead. He whips his head forward once more and makes the short trek to the end of the hall without once looking back to see if Hongjoong is following him. He knows the man is though, the steady shuffle of socks on the wood floor tells him that much. Wooyoung half expects Seonghwa to be inside the room when he enters, ready to defend himself and say he has no clue what’s going on, but his taller hyung is nowhere to be found. Hongjoong doesn’t let Wooyoung stay distracted or confused for long; he trails a daring hand over the expanse of Wooyoung’s shoulders, lifting off at his bicep as he steps past the younger man to get into the room. He then drops to the edge of his mattress with blazing eyes and regards Wooyoung with a full-body stare.

“Shut and lock the door.”

There is so much potential behind those words. All the months of sexual tension and teasing and practical blue balling could all be paid off right now, and Wooyoung is not about to let that opportunity slip through his fingers. He jerks into action, spinning around and slamming the door shut with more force than is necessary, and the lock clicks into place a moment later.

“Hyung—”

“It’s always hyung, isn’t it?” Hongjoong taunts, cutting Wooyoung’s thought short. Frankly, Wooyoung has no clue what he was going to say anyway so thank goodness for Hongjoong interrupting him before he made a bigger fool of himself. Hongjoong pushes himself off the bed to step closer to Wooyoung. He closes the distance between them in a matter of seconds, and Wooyoung is still too slack-jawed to react even a little bit. “With Seonghwa hyung, you are always so whiny and bratty. Can’t do anything he says when he tells you to. Always need to talk back and mock him in return. But with hyung, you are so needy. Pliant. Obedient.”

Hongjoong is not bigger than Wooyoung. Not by much at least. He is hardly taller than him, but Wooyoung has shoulders that are a tad broader, features that are a bit sharper, and a face that is just naturally more stern when all his muscles are relaxed. But in this moment? Wooyoung feels impossibly small. Like Hongjoong is meters taller than him, bigger than him, stronger than him, better than him in all ways. His leader has power and control over him. He’s able to make him do whatever he wants with a simple command, and Wooyoung could combust from the mere thought. It gives him a sick rush, one that makes him want to get on his knees and beg for Hongjoong, but he won’t dare do that unless Hongjoong asks him to.

“What is it you want from hyung, Wooyoung?” Hongjoong catches a finger on the underside of his chin, lifting his head just enough so that he can look the other man in the eye. Wooyoung forgets every word in existence as he meets Hongjoong’s burning gaze. His jaw stutters, he blinks dumbly at the brunette, and nothing comes out of him. Hongjoong twists his finger into two now, squeezing down on either side of Wooyoung’s chin until the impact burns a little. “I asked you a question.”

“Y-You,” Wooyoung breathes out shakily. “I just — I want you.”

“That doesn’t sound quite right, darling.” The words catch Wooyoung a bit off-guard at first, and the use of the small pet name has his gut blossoming with too much warmth to be normal. Hongjoong tugs him closer just to drape his pretty lips over the curve of Wooyoung’s ear. Hot breath sends shivers down his spine, and Wooyoung does his best to keep his knees from buckling when Hongjoong speaks again. “That doesn’t sound like the begging I hear coming from the bathroom so often these days.”

Wooyoung’s cheeks are alight with both embarrassment and shame. Hongjoong heard him. Heard him jerking off quietly in the bathroom after every single time he taunted the younger man. Heard his desperate pleas and wishes that it were his hyung touching him and not the warmth of his own shameful hand. Hongjoong pulls back to look him in the eye again, but this time it feels ten times more intimate and inviting.

“Try again, baby. And this time, tell me a safe word so I know when to stop.”

Oh, Wooyoung is fucked, and he’s fucked in more ways than one, that’s for certain.

“I, uh, red. Yeah, red. Red for stop, green for go,” he rambles while blinking like a madman. Hongjoong huffs out a dry laugh.

“That’s step one,” he says, tone as even and steady as ever. “Now tell me what it is you want from me, Wooyoung?”

Wooyoung truly wishes he could put up more of a fight. He wants to complain or whine or be even a little bit of a brat in response rather than just caving without pressure. Yet here stands Hongjoong, maintaining that iron-tight hold over him without the slightest bit of effort and forcing Wooyoung into complete and utter submission with a simple command.

“W-Want hyung to – to kiss me and tell me that I’m his good boy. Want him to stuff my mouth full of cock and fingers until I can’t speak be-because I talk too much. And for him to order me around l-like it’s the only thing I’m good for. T-Talk down to me and – and humiliate me because it feels good when hyung taunts me. I… I r-really want hyung to fuck me open and use me until he’s filled me to the brim with cum.” Hongjoong’s pupils are dangerously large, so blown out with lust and desire that Wooyoung feels himself slipping deeper and deeper into their embrace. Even though the words came from his lips and he spoke them into existence, it feels as though Hongjoong reached down his throat and pulled them out himself. It has to be that because otherwise, Wooyoung would not have the confidence to be so bold about his desires.

“Look at you,” Hongjoong sneers. His tone turns mocking in the blink of an eye, and it causes Wooyoung so much whiplash that his head actually spins even though he hasn’t moved an inch. Hongjoong’s free hand snakes downward, finding the jutted bone of Wooyoung’s hip and brushing over it in a taunting way. The leader caresses the soft band of his underwear, then suddenly Wooyoung is positively choking because the man cups the prominent bulge of his erection and gives a teasing squeeze. “So hard just from following orders? Are you so pathetic and desperate to be a good little boy that you would do this for anyone? Or is it only hyung?”

“J-Just hyung,” Wooyoung squeaks out, pressing his thighs together to alleviate some of the growing pressure in his underwear. That answer isn’t enough to satisfy Hongjoong though, and he tugs a bit harder at the younger’s chin.

“Which one? Last I checked, you had more than one hyung.”

“You! You, hyung. Hongjoong hyung.”

“Good boy,” comes the taunting coo from Hongjoong’s lips. Wooyoung really does whimper this time, lower lip jutting out as he releases the shaky sound, and he practically falls in on himself. He probably would too if Hongjoong weren’t holding him so tightly. “If I had known that would have such a strong effect over you, I would’ve said it much sooner.”

There’s a certain insinuation to his words, one that tells Wooyoung that Hongjoong has been purposefully riling him up for a long while now. Hongjoong drops his chin and lets his hand fall away from the other’s cock. Wooyoung misses the pressure immediately, reaching down to replace the hand with one of his own, but Hongjoong slaps the back of his wrist harshly.

“Don’t you want to be good?”

“Y-Yes, sir!” That little word slips out against his will. Hongjoong’s eyes go wide for half a second before settling back into their steady, hungry stare. When he smiles this time, it is a full and blinding gesture that has Wooyoung’s stomach doing little somersaults. That must be the boiling point for Hongjoong’s desire though; next thing Wooyoung knows, Hongjoong has a hand clasped tight around the back of his neck and the man is yanking him forward until their lips collide in a mess of teeth and saliva. It feels positively filthy, but Wooyoung takes it in stride. He lets a surprised moan slip through, and Hongjoong swallows the sound with his mouth, tongue not wasting any time in dancing over Wooyoung’s lip. The younger grants him access to his waiting mouth. His jaw falls slack and his tongue would probably loll out if Hongjoong were not pressing so fervently against him at the moment.

Wooyoung truly is fully pliant before Hongjoong, and he can’t even get his arms to function enough to wrap around the older. So he just stands there, applying an ample amount of pressure to Hongjoong’s lips when the other isn’t fucking his tongue into his mouth, and waits until Hongjoong pulls back to breathe. As it turns out, he doesn’t get much time to catch his breath because his hyung’s mouth and hands are back on him moments later.

Cold hands brush at the skin near Wooyoung’s hips, slipping under the fabric of his shirt to gain more access. Hongjoong mouths his way down to Wooyoung’s jaw where he nips and sucks gently at the skin. It’s not enough to leave a mark, but something tells Wooyoung that the marking will come later. The older hoists his shirt up, tugging and pulling until it’s over Wooyoung’s head and tossed off to the side. Seonghwa will most likely complain later. Although if this is going the direction Wooyoung thinks it is, Seonghwa will have many other things to complain about so he doesn’t dwell on it much.

Besides, Hongjoong’s hands are far too distracting for that, currently tracing soft patterns over the expanse of Wooyoung’s exposed skin until dipping lower to grab both his sweatpants and underwear in one go. Wooyoung helps him tug the material down and bends a bit at the waist to fully discard the garments. He finally processes how he is now fully nude and Hongjoong has not taken even an ounce of clothing off, and when that sinks in, embarrassment burns at his skin. He withdraws his hands to his body, curling tight around his waist in a desperate attempt to cover himself up. Hongjoong is still attached to his jaw by the lips, but he can feel the movements between their bodies enough to know what is going on.

Fingers latch around Wooyoung’s forearms.

“Sweet angel, you have no need to cover up around me,” Hongjoong murmurs against his skin. His hot breath meeting the cool trail of saliva over Wooyoung’s jaw causes goosebumps to rush over his body, along with the sudden lack of clothes to keep him even a tiny bit warm. “Let me show you how pretty you are.”

Hongjoong pulls off his neck with a wet pop and steps an arm’s width away. He makes a full show out of the way he strips himself. Splayed fingers drag down his sides before catching on the hem of his shirt. Inch by inch, he exposes more supple skin, lean muscles straining and working under the movements, and when he tugs his shirt loose at last, Wooyoung ogles the way the tendons in his neck bulge a bit. He doesn’t get a chance to breathe though because Hongjoong fumbles with the buckle of his belt and tugs the leather loose. He doesn’t toss it off to join their shirts off to the side; rather, he throws it onto the bed, eyes holding something that leaves Wooyoung with the sweet taste of anticipation. Although that might just be the taste of Hongjoong on his tongue because he is still dizzy from the short kiss. He continues to stand as still as a statue as Hongjoong tugs his pants down, thumbs hooked around the band of his underwear too. Slowly but surely, the man exposes himself to Wooyoung, and the younger would be lying if he said his eyes didn’t go straight to Hongjoong’s cock.

It’s a bit shameful to admit, but Wooyoung has spent many times in those frequent bathroom trips fantasizing about what Hongjoong might look like underneath all those clothes. Seeing each other nude is something that happens often; however, Hongjoong always makes a habit of taking showers last or coming home so late that no one can see him. Wooyoung initially thought that it was an, for lack of a better term, insecurity about size deficit but looking at him like this now, Wooyoung can clearly see that that is not the case.

He’s a bit thicker than Wooyoung, not so much longer, but definitely holding more girth and curve to his member. A lump rises in Wooyoung’s throat at the thought of finally having the man in his mouth among other places. He has to clamp his teeth down on his lip to keep from openly drooling over the sight of Hongjoong’s body. The bit of solidarity in being fully nude helps Wooyoung’s confidence quite a bit, but it’s Hongjoong’s next comment that sends him spiraling.

“I wonder how pretty my little Wooyoung would look on his knees for me, hm?” His little Wooyoung. Yeah, Seonghwa is gonna have to cart Wooyoung’s dead body out of this bedroom once this is all said and done, because he is close to a heart attack as it is and Hongjoong has hardly done anything. Hongjoong picks up on the way Wooyoung’s breath hitches at those words and lets that dangerous smirk slip through before turning back to his bed. He moves to it without hesitation, and Wooyoung just watches on without daring to move before he is told to, eyes wide with curiosity as Hongjoong pulls a pillow off the bed and drops it to the floor. In the same motion, Hongjoong props himself on the edge of the mattress and nods his head towards the pillow. Wooyoung’s brain doesn’t process the action quick enough because he stands there with a dumbfounded expression on his face for far too long before it sinks in that oh Hongjoong wants him to kneel between his legs on a pillow.

He moves towards the bed on shaky legs, all but collapsing on the pillow once he reaches it, and Hongjoong greets him by dropping a hand to his hair and carding his fingers through the dark locks there. His hair has grown a bit, just enough to have his bangs fall into his eyes whenever the hair isn’t tucked back. Hongjoong tucks a few of the stray locks behind his ear before reaching lower to cup Wooyoung’s chin in the palm of his hand.

“Do you want another command, baby boy?” Now that has Wooyoung’s gut turning every which way, and he nearly squirms where he sits because goddammit there is not enough pressure on his cock and he is nearing desperation.

“Y-Yes, hyung.”

“Then suck me off, yeah? I bet you’d look so pretty all wrecked and fucked out with a cock between your lips.” Those words are oh so sinful and go directly to Wooyoung’s gut, knocking the air out of him with ease. Hongjoong doesn’t stop there though. He curls his fingers up to press against Wooyoung’s lower lip where he teases and tugs at the skin until it’s swollen. Wooyoung drops his jaw to let those same fingers push down hard against his tongue, and he almost gags at the sensation, but fuck, it’s so worth it. Hongjoong’s fingers are heavy on his tongue, a steady and tantalizing weight that begs what is to come with his member. Wooyoung can’t resist the urge to swirl his tongue between the digits and takes them a bit deeper. He sucks softly at Hongjoong’s skin all while blinking up at the man, his leader, his hyung with wide and shining eyes.

When Wooyoung locks gazes with him, he could cry on the spot because that little half-hearted smirk is back on his lips, and this is exactly what Wooyoung fantasized about in these past weeks. Being leveled only with that stare, forced into submission with mere words — Wooyoung is truly living the dream.

Hongjoong retracts his hand, pulling his fingers loose of Wooyoung’s lips too soon for the latter’s liking, but he doesn’t have room or time to complain. A hand threads through the hair at the back of his neck and drags him forward until Wooyoung is met by Hongjoong’s fully erect member. The unspoken command is there but still Wooyoung waits until he gets the verbal one, so desperate to be told what to do in that condescending tone Hongjoong holds.

“Well, go on. It’s all you’re good for, isn’t it?” Wooyoung’s cheeks could not possibly flush any darker, but if Hongjoong keeps this up, he might just find a way. The burning sting in the corners of his eyes is practically euphoric, the taste of humiliation on his tongue as he leans forward to give a single, testing lick to the head of Hongjoong’s cock, and Wooyoung is the one to moan when he closes his lips around Hongjoong. The older simply lets his head fall back, hand still tangled in Wooyoung’s hair as he begins to sink deeper on his cock.

Hongjoong tastes of sweat, a stark saltiness on his tongue as he gets about halfway down his member, but Wooyoung’s brain is so high on arousal that he also tastes somewhat sweet. Wooyoung can’t get enough of it. He drags the flat of his tongue over the underside of Hongjoong’s member, feeling for each vein and ridge along his shaft as though trying to memorize the feel. Hongjoong grips Wooyoung’s hair a little tighter. His nails scrape over the younger’s scalp, and a distinctly pleasant burn throbs in that same spot. The idea of Hongjoong’s dainty, painted nails dragging over his skin is too much for his imagination, and Wooyoung reaches a hand up to grasp the base of Hongjoong’s cock before sinking as far down on him as he can go. He chokes around him there, throat pulsing at the sensation of the tip pushing deeper, and Hongjoong releases a loud groan. The sound sends a surge of confidence through Wooyoung along with the knowledge that he drew that noise out of Hongjoong, he made him feel good, he did a good job. He whines weakly around Hongjoong, sucking in as much air through his nose as he can, then he returns to bobbing his head along the length of him.

“Fuck, look at you. Somehow still so noisy even with a cock to keep you busy,” Hongjoong mumbles, biting back another groan. Wooyoung squirms thanks to the words and sneaks a hand down to palm at his weeping cock. “I didn’t tell you to do that.” Hongjoong spats the words with such vehemence that a bit of spit slips from his lip and catches on Wooyoung’s hair. If he didn’t jerk his hand away from his cock, Wooyoung might have cum right then and there because of how damn hot the action is.

Hongjoong tugs hard at the younger’s hair and pulls him off his cock, leaving only a thin strand of saliva to connect Wooyoung to his member. The sight is as intoxicating for Hongjoong as it is for Wooyoung because the older hisses between his teeth then descends to plant a kiss directly over Wooyoung’s lips. He kisses back with a hunger and fervor that begs for more, begs for Hongjoong to do more, and it seems that that is exactly what the elder has in mind because he hoists Wooyoung up enough to trade places with him on the bed.

Wooyoung finds himself splayed out on the bed with Hongjoong looming over him, hair fallen forward to shroud his forehead and eyebrows, and he can safely say that his hyung looks positively menacing in the best way possible. Hongjoong presses a single gentle kiss to the tip of Wooyoung’s nose – an action that has his heart constricting painfully in his chest before Hongjoong drags his lips down the curve of his cheek. He mouths at the sharp edge of the younger’s jaw, letting out a quiet exhale that has Wooyoung shivering. He dares to be bold enough to bring a hand to the older’s hair as Hongjoong reaches the curve of his neck and bites at the skin there.

“F-Fuck, Hong — hyung,” Wooyoung whimpers, hips bucking up to meet nothing but air. Hongjoong presses the heel of his hand down hard against Wooyoung’s hip and keeps him pinned to the bed with that simple touch. The way Wooyoung unravels under him is nothing short of beautiful and mesmerizing, the perfect catastrophe to watch unfold piece by piece until he is writhing and begging with his body for more. The younger doesn’t even see Hongjoong move his arm, but when he sits back, he holds a small bottle of lube in his hand, lid popping open to squirt the clear liquid over two fingers.

“Color?”

“Green,” Wooyoung exhales quickly. “So fucking green, hyung, please just hurry up.” Hongjoong arches a brow then clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“You waited weeks for me to corner you like this. I think you can wait a little bit longer.”

“If you recall, I was jerking off in the bathroom begging for you to fuck me senseless every other day, so no. I don’t think I can wait any longer,” Wooyoung huffs out in response, resituating a bit on the bed so Hongjoong can spread him open properly. The other man bends over him with teeth flashing as he grins. He catches Wooyoung’s lobe between those same teeth and nips at the skin until Wooyoung moans loudly.

“Next time you try to do that I’ll be sure to follow you. And maybe make you scream a bit for good measure. You’d do that for hyung, wouldn’t you?” Hongjoong sinfully enunciates the word, and it affects Wooyoung so much that his vision goes spotty for a few seconds.

Fuck, Wooyoung is not going to survive. His heart is gonna give out before he can even get fucked. Hongjoong chuckles under his breath as he gauges the younger’s reaction. His lubed fingers slip between Wooyoung’s legs and trail lower until he brushes over his puckered hole. He starts with just one finger, pushing into Wooyoung so slowly that the younger thinks he’s gonna die of old age by the time Hongjoong finally settles the digit inside him. He squirms a little under the man’s weight.

“I’m not gonna break, hyung. You can go harder than that.”

“And I will. Be patient.” Wooyoung lets his body go slack at the sound of that; it’s a half-hearted command at best but still a command nonetheless, and it continues to have the same dastardly effect over him as always. Hongjoong continues to wiggle his finger around bit by bit until he deems Wooyoung comfortable enough for another, and the next stretch is so pleasant that Wooyoung’s lashes flutter as he pushes a second finger in.

“Hyung,” he whispers, tone so breathless that it almost sounds like just a sigh and nothing else. Hongjoong lifts his chin to look the younger in the eye.

“Hm? What it is my baby wants?” There Hongjoong goes again with that little possessive word that has Wooyoung melting under him.

“Want – want you to kiss me please.”

Hongjoong answers by dropping his lips atop Wooyoung’s, starting out with a barely-there pressure that only grows in force as he starts to fuck his fingers in and out of Wooyoung. The younger can only gasp and moan into the kiss. He forgets what it means to be quiet as the pleasure takes over, too lost in the sensation of Hongjoong’s lips and body and everything. They’ll surely get an earful later, but Wooyoung is not about to let them take this away from him so he is going to be as loud as possible while he can.

A third finger finds its way into Wooyoung. It draws an even louder moan from his lips, the pads of Hongjoong’s fingers brushing just shy of that elusive spot where he wants to be touched so badly.

“P-Please, please fuck me, hyung. I can’t – I can’t wait any longer, I just n-need you in me now.”

Apparently, Wooyoung should have led with that because Hongjoong almost growls and pulls his fingers out of Wooyoung, snatching up the lube again and squirting more onto his palm. He jerks hastily at his cock and warms the liquid on his member before guiding himself to Wooyoung’s eagerly awaiting hole. When Hongjoong at last starts pushing into Wooyoung, the younger sees stars in his vision and his brain empties of all coherent thought. It is everything that he could have dreamed of and better, for fuck’s sake, it’s the best feeling Wooyoung has ever felt in his life and he might cum after just a single thrust of Hongjoong’s hips.

He manages – by sheer miracle for certain – to last a bit longer than that. Hongjoong starts slow, rocking his hips gently against the backs of Wooyoung’s thighs. In time though, the pace grows until it’s hasty and absolutely brutal. Wooyoung can barely catch his breath long enough to moan between thrusts with the speed Hongjoong keeps up. Skin slaps hard against skin and leaves the lewd sound to resonate alongside Wooyoung’s high-pitched moans and Hongjoong’s much softer grunts.

Words continue to tumble from Wooyoung’s lips in the height of his pleasure, but it’s just nonsensical ramblings that range from “more, more, fucking more” to “yes, hyung, there, right there”. He grips desperately at the sheets under his body in a desperate attempt to ground himself from the dizzying amount of euphoria running through his veins. Every nerve in his body is alight with all sorts of sensations, and despite still not having cum once, Wooyoung truly feels like he’s being overstimulated to absolute filth.

He doesn’t even feel it when he actually does reach his high – cock twitching and spurting hot ropes of cum over his stomach completely untouched by either himself or Hongjoong. It’s almost embarrassing how easily Hongjoong made him orgasm; Wooyoung brings his hands up to cover his reddened face in the humiliation of the action. A choked and dry sob rips through his parched throat, cock weeping uselessly against the vee of his abdomen.

“F-Fucking hell, you’re so beautiful,” Hongjoong grunts through his thrusts. Wooyoung’s body reacts on its own, preening at the sound of the praise despite his neverending embarrassment. That sends Hongjoong over the edge right then and there. His hips stutter in their quick thrusts, then he’s pressing flush against Wooyoung and cumming hard in him. His elbows buckle, causing him to topple on top of Wooyoung’s chest and smear the semen painting his stomach and chest. It doesn’t seem to bother the man one bit though as he just lifts his chin and drapes his lips over Wooyoung’s like the softest and warmest blanket on a cold day.

They stay like that for too long probably, just kissing and nipping at each other’s lips in the laziest manner, and Wooyoung doesn’t even mind when the cum between them starts to grow sticky. He releases a content sigh as Hongjoong slips his lips back down to the underside of his jaw – apparently his favorite place to kiss given how much he’s done so already – and dares to speak.

“Good talk, hyung,” he rasps out, throat burning from the mere effort of the words.

“The fact that you had the balls to say something while we were live but not the first hundred times I cornered you,” Hongjoong grumbles against his skin, and Wooyoung huffs out a weak laugh.

“You could’ve interrupted my, erm, bathroom trips at any time.” Wooyoung smiles a bit to himself and draws a hand up to comb through Hongjoong’s sweat-slick hair.

“Next time I will.”

“N-Next time?”

“I can think of many other ways I’d like to have you, and many other things I’d like to do to you. If you’ll let me, that is.”

“Yep! Yes, yeah, you got it, sign me up, I am on board. Don’t even need to convince me,” Wooyoung rambles, cheeks flushing dark again at the insinuation in Hongjoong’s words.

“Good. Now, let’s get cleaned up before Seonghwa gets back.”

“Where’d you send him off to anyways?”

“I just told him we were gonna talk and he disappeared.” Hongjoong shrugs as he pulls his body free of Wooyoung’s and climbs to his feet, albeit on shaky legs. The younger tilts his head to the side with a bit of confusion gracing his features.

“That’s all it took?”

“Well, I told him I would be doing a majority of the talking and it would include my mouth doing positively sinful things to your body, but… we had a change of plans, didn’t we?” Hongjoong glances down at Wooyoung, passing a teasing wink his way, and for the last time (at least Wooyoung hopes it is the last time otherwise he really will pass out) his lips curl into that signature smirk.

“We can make up for it in the shower.”

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simonsrosebud · 4 years ago

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what if kevin & dalton had been set up instead of meeting on their own?

(pls accept this as apology for not posting any kalton for MONTHS)

kevin doesn’t have a date to the banquet.

normally, it’s fine. he’s taken allison or renee to the last few, as friends. but this year, renee has something going on with gwen, their freshman dealer who is somehow only a year younger than himself. and allison got scooped up by ricky, the other freshman dealer.

“what happened to us being dates? i thought it was unspoken?”

allison shrugs and pushes her hair behind her shoulder. she has her arms crossed as she leans against the doorframe to kevin’s bedroom. “sure, but ricky has a crush on me and it’s fun playing around with it.”

kevin sends her a look. “ew, don’t look at me like that. as if, he’s like a baby to me.” kevin opens his mouth, but gets cut off. “you could get a date easily, it’s fine, we’ll help.”

and she’s right. later that afternoon she shoots a text to the team groupchat.

allison: kevin needs a date, any and all genders welcome. must be hot, good at socializing, and able to withstand his complete lack of care for them esp once he starts talking exy.

allison: i expect a nominee from each of you. good luck soldiers.

and kevin’s going to kill that girl.

the freshmen don’t answer, of course. all of their friends are freshmen, and they’re also just too scared to respond to the foxes sometimes.

aaron responds first, suggesting he just take one of the vixens. neil chimes in by saying that marissa girl is fucking social alright.

kevin doesn’t get why allison can’t just set him up with one of her friends. she has a strict rule against any of the foxes dating her non-exy friends, but it’s just an banquet.

matt comes in last, but instead of the groupchat it’s just to kevin.

matt: i have a friend named dalton. he’s in his masters to become a professor but he’s chill. he’s nice and fun too, the best guy i know

kevin knows he shouldn’t be shallow, but...

kevin: picture?

matt responds almost instantly. a picture of his friend sitting across from him at starbucks on his laptop. he looks caught off guard, like matt took the picture without warning.

is he with him right now?

kevin: maybe.

he drops his head back and rubs his eyes.

an hour later, the door opens. neil comes in first. matt is on his heels, and someone else trails in behind him. kevin sits up.

neil looks at him. in french, he says, “i wasn’t a part of this.”

kevin stands, and responds back in french. “you let him in.” neil shrugs at that, and continues down to the bedroom.

matt nods at him with a smug smile. “do you still have your psych 101 workbook? i have to take it next semester and i don’t wanna buy it.”

kevin frowns. is he not going to introduce his friend? “uh, yeah.” he turns to his desk and rummages through the drawers to pull it out.

“oh, this is dalton, by the way. he’s a friend from sophomore year.”

there it is. kevin turns back, book in hand, and nods at dalton.

dalton smiles, calm and charming, and tilts his head a bit. “he’s lying. i was his TA.”

kevin gives a smile. it’s small and faint, and mostly fake. he can’t help it. he doesn’t care for small talk like this. how old does that make dalton?

also, how did matt befriend his TA? kevin’s never spoken a word to the majority of his own.

“can’t imagine having to deal with him in class,” he says, jokingly.

matt doesn’t defend it, just shrugs and moves on. “hey, did you find a date to the banquet yet?” he wiggles his eyebrows.

kevin’s gonna kill him. he stuffs his hands into his hoodie pocket so he can ball his fists. “not yet, no.”

he nods, nudges dalton. “kevin’s on the exy team, too. he’s the only one without a date to the winter banquet this year,” he says. “allison, remember allison? she’s on a manhunt to find someone she approves of for him.”

dalton considers it. “that sounds like allison.”

kevin refrains from frowning. “have you met her?”

dalton has, just one time when he and matt went to a football game this fall and made a pit stop to matt’s room. it’s also when he met neil, albeit very briefly. neil had too much going on to give him the time of day.

“once, a month or so ago.”

when matt and dalton get into the car, dalton turns halfway in his seat to fully face matt. “he doesn’t have a date?” matt shakes his head. “is he into guys at all?”

matt glances at him. “yeah, he’s bisexual.”

dalton raises his eyebrows. “um, hello?! why didn’t you set him up with me?!”

matt frowns and shoots his friend a look. “why do you think we just went over?! i took psychology freshman year!”

dalton’s gonna kill him. “but you didn’t say anything about me to him.” matt rolls his eyes and waves him off, and dalton sits back in his seat.

“i know kevin, i know what i’m doing.”

he crosses his arms. “you’re the worst wingman i’ve ever met.”

but low and behold, kevin texts matt a few hours after his visit.

kevin: how do u know dalton would want to be my date to the banquet?

matt: bc he literally told me so

kevin: fine, ask him if he wants to go and i’ll take him.

when dalton climbs on the bus behind matt, it takes him only a moment to spot kevin and make his way over.

the banquet is five hours away, so the foxes and their dates are changing into their formalwear once they arrive.

dalton has joggers on, and a long sleeve henley that’s a size too big. his collarbone hangs out as the collar hangs low. he wears a soft smile, and pushes a hand back through his hair.

he looks hot.

dalton looks even more hot dressed up in his suit. he keeps at kevin’s side at first, and talks to both matt and dan from time to time. allison even pops up once to inquire about him, since he wasn’t one of her picks.

dalton and matt seem to joke around like they’re best friends. but he doesn’t ever remember matt mentioning him.

then again, if kevin had friends outside of exy, he may not introduce them to the foxes, either.

he finds his way back to kevin’s side at their table, where he’s talking to a trojan player. after a while, kevin turns to him. “you don’t have to stick by my side, if you don’t want.” he almost feels bad.

dalton shrugs and smiles. “what if i want to stick by your side?” the way that kevin reacts shows that he wasn’t expecting that, and dalton’s smile turns shy. “um, i don’t mind, really. i’d feel bad leaving you alone. i’m your date.” he takes a sip of his drink.

“okay.” it barely leaves kevin’s lips, but it’s enough to make dalton happy.

“you can even talk exy to me, if you want. i can pretend i know how it works.”

kevin’s heart seizes. “you don’t know exy?”

dalton grins. “i’ve never even seen a game.” he leans closer. “teach me?”

so he does. for the next half hour, they sit and kevin blabbers on, and dalton listens and asks questions. and then they sidetrack somehow to talking about marvel movies and what they suspect will happen in the next spiderman movie.

dalton swears to die on the grave that peter parker is a bisexual icon.

“you can take that title, instead, though.” his grin is cheeky. kevin lightly kicks his ankle and rolls his eyes, but he’s heavily amused.

“what about you? what are you?”

“gay,” he shrugs. “not much to it.”

“did you… when you told people, how did they react?”

dalton’s head tilts just a bit, and his smile starts to fade. “some people don’t like it, but it was fine for the most part.” and after a moment. “why, are you okay?”

kevin nods.

dalton doesn’t believe it. and he supposes he doesn’t know kevin enough to say that, but there’s something about the way kevin doesn’t verbally respond to it that sits weird in his head.

he props his chin in his hand. “i told my roommates i was gay the first week of freshman year. my roommate knew, but we had two suitemates, and one of them kinda stopped talking to me after that if he could help it.” he flicks his eyes up to meet kevin’s. “my uncle asks me at every family function if i’ve got a girl yet. he’s known for seven years, now,” he says. “and thanksgiving is now hosted at my house because my grandmother told my mother that i was unwelcome in hers.”

harsh.

“i’m sorry.”

he doesn’t know what else he’s supposed to say, really. he barely has family as it is, but he can’t imagine losing them now because of something so small.

but dalton just shrugs a shoulder. “it’s okay. think about it this way, if i was still in the closet i wouldn’t be your date right now.” he cracks a smile. always smiling.

that’s when kevin notices just how close their faces are. and how he keeps glancing at dalton’s mouth. he sits back. not here.

dalton goes to the bathroom, and matt takes his seat. “how’s it going with dalton?”

kevin frowns. “fine, why? did he say something?”

matt’s face is indescribable. “no, but i see you guys getting all close and stuff. just flirt with him, dude! he obviously likes you.”

yeah right. “i-i don’t think so. he’s just here because i didn’t have a date.”

matt drops his head for a second. “kevin, after you first met him he scolded me for not setting you two up. he doesn’t watch exy, and he’s not here for the famous kevin day, just give him a chance.” kevin looks to the side, where dalton’s on his way back talking with dan at his side. they’re getting closer, so he talks fast and quiet. he stands. “don’t fuck this up, he’s hot and nice,” he whispers, and grins when dan slides into his side.

“we wanna dance. boys?” she looks expectantly at both kevin and matt. matt doesn’t have a choice, but he’d never say no anyway.

dan pulls kevin up and shoves him lightly into dalton, who catches a hand on his waist. kevin wants to squirm out of it, but not because he doesn’t like dalton, or dalton’s touch. just because the idea of liking dalton scares him a bit.

but dalton lets go when he finds his balance.

“i don’t- i can’t dance.”

“yeah right, i’ve seen you at eden’s before.”

when he was belligerently drunk.

“you don’t have to.” dalton’s voice is soft behind him.

matt slides his gaze to kevin. don’t fuck this up.

he turns. how has his life come to this? “no. i will, if you want to.”

dalton grins, lopsided and happy. “yeah?”

he hopes he doesn’t regret it. “yeah.”

so dalton takes him by the hand and leads him after matt and dan. the majority of the foxes are in the midst of the crowd as well, but they don’t pay them any mind. there’s enough people that kevin can pretend he’s at eden’s.

kevin is a terrible dancer. dalton notices it right away and laughs. when kevin gives him a look he says, “follow my lead. just sway a little. nod your head to the music,” kevin looks up at him while he dances, but catches dalton’s eyes instead.

he looks away and falls out of rhythm. “sorry,” he mumbles.

“it’s okay.” dalton gently takes kevin’s hands and puts them on his waist. it feels illegal. his hands feel like dead weights, he doesn’t know what to do.

is he blacking out right now?

but then dalton’s moving his hips and dancing, and laughing. he’s having fun and kevin wants to have fun too.

he moves his hands from dalton’s waist to around his neck, and dalton hesitates with his hands near kevin’s hips until kevin nods.

dalton’s fingers dip into his hips. his one finger taps along the beat of whatever song is playing, while he lightly sings along and bounces back and forth.

it’s dark on this side of the court with the exception of some colored lights darting around. the designated dancing spot.

kenna is kissing jack in the crowd.

kevin looks back to dalton, singing with a smile plastered on his face.

no one would notice.

kevin’s fingers twitch against dalton’s neck. but someone could.

he’s already out, but that doesn’t mean he’s kissed a boy in public yet.

he drops his arms. “i need some air.”

dalton let’s go, “are you okay?” but he just nods and takes off, off of the court and down the hall to the locker rooms. the foxes have their things in the away men’s locker room.

kevin sinks down on the bench. he plays with the bracelet around his wrist, courtesy of betsy in case he needs something to fidget with. opposed to panicking, that is.

that woman is never wrong.

kevin likes dalton, that’s not in question nor is it really the problem. the problem is that he doesn’t know what his problem is. if it’s what people will say when they see that he truly is into men.

being told something versus seeing proof that it’s real are two different things. he’s learned that, dealt with it more than once. the last time it was the proof of the raven’s bullying and abuse. being told that kevin and riko’s relationship isn’t what the fans fantasize it is versus then seeing proof that it isn’t anything that they thought, for example.

kevin had to deal with backlash like that for months after the raven’s investigation post championship game. him being bi isn’t the same, of course, but he doesn’t know how to predict the behaviors of his fans. he doesn’t know what they’ll support or not.

but he likes dalton.

“hey.”

one of the freshmen, eva, stands in the doorway. “stop running

you don’t have to be scared of people seeing you dance, you know.”

kevin frowns. “i don’t care about dancing.”

“yeah, but you care about dancing with your date.” they cross their arms and lean against the doorframe. “no one cares. half this team is a little gay, anyway.”

once they’ve changed for the night in the hotel room, dalton hesitates from where he stands by the bed. “are you okay? you seemed a little jittery all night, i just... i wanna make sure everything’s fine, i guess.”

kevin looks up, but doesn’t answer.

stop being so afraid of everything.

he opens his mouth to say something, but he doesn’t know what he can say.

he sighs.

dalton’s standing there, arms crossed, concerned. kevin swallows his fears as he makes his way across the room until he’s standing right in front of dalton, and slides a hand behind his neck to kiss him.

dalton hums, surprised. after a moment he brings a hand to kevin’s chest, and there’s a second where kevin thinks hes going to be pushed away. instead his fingers dig into his hoodie and he pulls kevin closer.

dalton’s smiling as kevin pulls away. “about time,” he mumbles, and kisses him again.

the back of dalton’s knees hit the bed by accident, but he drops down to sit and gently pulls kevin by the strings of his hoodie.

kevin isn’t new to sex, so to speak. he’s not the most experienced, but he’s had his fun. it’s the only reason he’s confident enough to scoot dalton further back and kiss him into the mattress.

dalton wraps an ankle around the back of kevin’s knee. he curls his fingers into his hair and leans his head back when kevin kisses down his neck.

they wake up to kevin’s phone blaring. matt’s calling.

kevin only acknowledges the fact that he has his arm around dalton for a second before he checks the time.

they’re late.

wymack’s gonna kill him.

kevin sits up and shakes dalton as he answers his phone. “hey you guys are awake right? coach is pulling the bus around then we’re loading up.”

kevin’s out of the bed and throwing his shirt on, tossing dalton’s hoodie to him. “yeah, we’re coming.” dalton’s eyes go wide and that kicks him into gear as he realizes the situation.

they look a mess as they run around. they’ve really only got one pair of clothes and their suits to frantically shove into their bags. kevin pulls his sneakers on without socks and dalton’s got his on with the laces all undone as they jog down the hall.

at least they brushed their teeth.

dalton drops down to tie his shoes in the elevator, and when he stands kevin takes the liberty of carding his fingers through his hair.

he shrugs. “bed head.”

dalton can’t help but smile. “might wanna pull this up a little,” he mumbles, and that’s when kevin realizes that he’d accidentally put on dalton’s long sleeve henley. the shirt he’d been wearing last night before it got dropped to the floor.

dalton pushes the shirt up so it’s not hanging lower on kevin’s collarbone. he’s got a nice hickey that needs hiding.

“they’re never going to let this go,” kevin says.

dalton leans back against the elevator wall. “i’ve got some juice on matt if you ever need.”

kevin smiles, just a little. despite him worrying all during the banquet, last night was so good. he doesn’t want it to end as soon as they step off of the bus. he doesn’t want dalton to be a one night stand, he doesn’t think.

he takes a step forward and kisses dalton against the wall once more. he pulls away when the elevator dings.

matt smiles to himself as he watches them come around the corner. he tries to tame it, at least.

kevin and dalton are the last on the bus. kevin’s spot in the back is open, so they go back there. dalton toes off his shoes as soon as he sits down.

kevin is on the aisle side. his chest skips when dalton’s hand lands gently on his thigh. he doesn’t hate it.

it’s dinner time when they get back to a rainy palmetto. dalton had fallen asleep on kevin’s shoulder a half hour ago, and jolts awake when matt whoops and shouts to get out of his way so he can run off the bus for the bathroom.

“sorry,” dalton says quietly, scratching his head and yawning into the back of his hand.

“i didn’t mind.” kevin stretches his legs and pulls his shoes on.

dalton’s car is in the gated stadium parking lot. kevin walks him to it, head ducked because all he’s got on is dalton’s henley. no one anticipated rain.

dalton turns after unlocking his car, and sticks a ripped off folded note into kevin’s palm. kevin puts it right into his pocket for safe keeping. “so are you gonna call me after this?” dalton’s hair is falling wet over his forehead.

he nods, mouths the word yeah but nothing comes out. and dalton can’t help himself, so he takes a step forward and kisses kevin one last time, gentle as he hesitates with his fingers hovering over his cheek.

kevin’s got nothing to lose at this point, so he curls his hand alone dalton’s neck and steps closer.

he only pulls away because the team is most likely watching, and someone whistles. “i’ll call you,” he nods. he shoves his hands into his pockets and ignores the rain as he watches dalton drive out of the parking lot.

he turns towards the maserati and sees andrew shakes his head. kevin looks down at himself. he’s halfway to soaked. not ideal for such an expensive car. which leaves one option.

kevin slides into the front seat of his father’s car.

wymack can’t wipe the smug look from his face. “so-“

“no.”

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knightofameris · 4 years ago

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naturally — sugawara koushi

✎ gender. uhm neutral? ✎ contains. mutual pining, childhood friends, reader is a manager, also reader has a lot of anxiety when it comes to relationships, not beta read ✎ wc. 1.6k

✎ summary. the time you were thankfully wrong in your assumptions.

✎ ameris’ notes. i came back just to post this because this is my favorite piece I’ve written so far on this blog i think. also noticed many writers deactivating ;—; and just a lack of content (esp for suga). i was originally going to post this when i came back fully along with everything else but this is fine. (i will reply to all messages later <3 thank you everyone for your kind words)

also tried a different writing style for this,,,

i hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it. ♡

previous title: i thought we already were [i still suck at titles this might still change]

You couldn’t help but slam your head against your desk. Ennoshita sighed at your predicament when it came to the crush you had on your upperclassman, Sugawara Koushi. Except, to you he was so much more. Not in just the fact that he was your crush but he’s been someone you’ve known for almost your entire life.

“What if he doesn’t like me, Ennoshita,” you cried into your arms, not able to take the heartbreak that could come with Sugawara rejecting your feelings and your 10+ year friendship turning to dogshit.

Ennoshita tapped his fingers against the desk, “I don’t think he’d break off your friendship just like that even if he didn’t. And if he doesn’t like you I personally give you permission to murder myself and-or Tanaka, your choice.”

In a different class at the time, Tanaka sneezed in the middle of eating his sandwich.

At this point, Ennoshita, and every other club member, was tired. Even Sugawara would shrug when Daichi asked him in the clubroom what was going on between him and you. Asahi, the one who was possibly the most oblivious when it came to people pining for another, was even frustrated at how the two of you would dance around each other.

“Why don’t you just ask them out?” Asahi asked Sugawara. In the middle of changing, Sugawara stopped in thought, his shirt barely on.

“Hmm, I don’t want to ask them before they’re ready,” Sugawara answered simply, sliding his shirt on over his head.

It was a rough life being friends with both you and Sugawara.

It was sort of sweet though, no? The fact that Sugawara wanted to wait till you were ready. He knew about your anxieties when it came to relationships. It wasn’t that your past relationships were bad, per se, but rather any time you’d enter one the anxieties just came through. Sometimes it’d be insecurities or suddenly the red flags would pop up. It was as if entering the relationship made you realize how much of a terrible person the other was.

You didn’t want that for Koushi. So he’d wait, wait till you’re comfortable to talk things out. But he will admit that it is maybe a little frustrating some days.

Especially, especially, the days when you’re closer than usually. Physically. Emotionally.

Some days you’d find yourself lying in Koushi’s bed after finishing a bit of homework. He’d be sitting on the floor at the table, still working the last few problems. You’d both have a small conversation, something to fill the room while he finished up. Then he’d crawl into bed, next to you.

“Just like when we were kids, right?” He’d grin at you, and you couldn’t help the way you felt your cheeks heat up.

“Yeah, just like when we were kids,” you’d reply and reach out for his hands, shifting to lay on your side. Koushi doing the same and inching even closer to you. He’d bring your hands up to chest level, playing with your fingers just like he’d do when the two of you were younger.

And then the two of you would fall asleep. His arm draped over your waist, pulling you close into his chest with your legs tangled with his.

You always fell asleep last, always so anxious about the whole ordeal. It’s different sleeping and cuddling together when you’re older compared to when you were both younger.

When you were younger it was just platonic feelings. And now that you’re both older and know about romantic feelings, well, something bloomed between the two of you.

Before you’d fall asleep you’d stare up at his soft face, your fingers slightly hovering over his face and especially over the beauty mark that you loved so much. He was no longer embarrassed about it like he used to be (because of you and your adoration for it). Then your hand would return back to resting on his chest and you’d nuzzle your head into him as well.

Koushi’s breathing always soothed you; it was deep and heavy. Always peaceful as you watched his chest rise and fall. You nuzzled your face into him even deeper if it was possible, your fingers lightly tapping against his sturdy chest.

He smelled a bit like lavender. It was subtle, sweet and calming. There were a few other scents too but they weren’t overbearing and never quite lingered in your nose like the lavender scent. And whenever you think about him, you just think of Koushi’s lavender scent as well as how he smelled like home.

Home.

Yeah, being with him felt like home. Even when—no—especially when your own home didn’t feel like home. You felt comfortable with him, like it was you and him versus the world. This felt natural, normal.

The lingering glances, the subtle touches.

I think it was safe to say that you’re in love. You felt stupid for saying so, even thinking so. You are in high school, barely seventeen as a second year. People would always cringe when high schoolers said they were in love.

But no one can invalidate your feelings. Only you knew what you felt and no one could say otherwise.

You’re in love with Sugawara Koushi and it didn’t scare you.

You’re in love with Sugawara Koushi and it comforted you.

You knew him better than you knew yourself and you were sure he felt the same about you, knowing you well, I mean. You still weren’t sure if he returned your feelings.

That’s how you found yourself outside his house, standing in front of him. Sugawara stared at you, head tilted with confusion since usually the two of you would just head in to get started on homework.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his hand reaching for yours. He called out for you again, your name gracing his lips. His thumb rubbed small circles on the back of your hand and you looked down off to the side, scared and unsure.

“I-uhm,” your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your throat. Speaking was hard, and god you don’t think you could stare up at him while you confessed your feelings.

Rip it off like a bandaid. Just rip it off like a bandaid. Just. Rip it off! LIKE A—

With closed eyes and your hand clasping around his, you stuttered out, “I-I-uh-I really like you Koushi! It’s-It’s fine if you don’t, y’know, feel the same. I just-I just had to tell you.”

You pursed your lips and the small caresses on the back of your hand stopped. Good thing you planned to do this before entering into his house. Now you could just book it home. But then he laughed and his hand holding yours tightened back before you could run off; as if he knew you were going to do so.

You just confessed to Sugawara Koushi and he’s laughing. You felt like crying, honestly.

But Koushi was laughing because he was relieved. Relieved that he didn’t have to hold back anymore, that he no longer had to wait. Koushi had wanted you to make the first move because he already knew you liked him. He just wanted you to feel comfortable enough with your feelings before anything else happened.

All of the soft touches, the cuddling, the approaching you from behind and hugging you as you do manager work, Koushi let happen naturally. Because they were natural. It’s not like you didn’t do it back.

Whenever he’d be on break, drinking water he’d find your arms wrapped around his torso no matter how sweaty he was. Or on bus rides to practice matches or to the Sendai gym for games the two of you would sit next to each other and one of you would always fall asleep with your head resting against the other’s shoulder.

And you know, maybe Koushi was partially laughing at the fact that you couldn’t tell he likes you back. He thought it was obvious at least.

“Wh-what are you laughing about Koushi!” You pouted, tears slightly gathering at the corner of your eyes out of anxiety and fear of rejection.

“No, no, nothing bad, you’re so cute,” he sighed out, a smile apparent on his face as he took a step closer to you. “It’s just that-” he gestures with his free hand back and forth between you and himself “-I thought you knew I liked you. Because I knew you liked me. And with how we’ve been cuddling and—”

“Ah!” You shouted, lightly hitting his chest with your free hand. He let out an ‘oof’ before you placed your head against his chest out of embarrassment. You felt his chest reverberate as he laughed, his other hand coming up to rest on the top of your head, his fingers drawing soothing circles on your scalp.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, your voice muffled against his chest. Koushi sighed, the corners of his lips tugging upwards.

“I thought we already were, y’know, together? I just wasn’t too sure,” Koushi replied. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable either. Wanted to wait till you were comfortable.”

“What if I never was?”

“I’d wait forever then.”

You huffed against his chest, wrapping your other arm around him, the hand holding his tightening. Koushi set his arm around your back, pulling you in closer as he turned to place his cheek against your head.

“You’re cheesy, Kou.” y

“Only for you.” He turned his head to kiss the crown of yours before laying his cheek against you once more. “Now let’s go inside, get some homework done and cuddle some more.”

“I hate you.”

Koushi hummed, being the first to pull away, holding your hand tightly to walk towards his house, “Whatever you say. I know you don’t.”

✎ ameris’ notes. a scene straight from my and my friends’ self-ship AU that I thought could work well as a reader-insert LOL. shifted it around so that their characters (themself?) don’t appear. actually well, it’s not really straight from it. i haven’t written this part in the AU but i wanted to write it anyway hahdfkjhakjfh LOL i tried my best not to make reader too much like myself, i only used part of the reason for relationship anxiety of mine looool.

#sugawara koushi x reader #sugawara koshi x reader #sugawara koushi x male!reader #sugawara koshi x male!reader #sugawara koushi x neutral!reader #sugawara koshi x neutral!reader #sugawara koushi fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male!reader #haikyuu x neutral!reader #a.writes #💜.suga

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goodlucktai · 4 years ago

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Have you done 4, 49, or 52 yet? If you did sorry. Oh... And will you post these on ao3?

PROMPTS LIST

49. “I have a concern.” “Just one?” “No, but I didn’t think you’d let me speak my piece if I told you how many I actually have.”

all of these prompt fills will make their way to my oneshot collection eventually :)

Shibata just happens to be there.

Nishimura wanted snacks, and volunteered Natsume to go to the convenience store with him, and Shibata invited himself along. He’s only here for the weekend, after all, and Nishimura gets to have Natsume’s attention all the rest of the time.

Natsume sighed, because he knew they’d bicker all the way to the store and back, but he still held the door and waved them through, arguments and all.

Now they’re walking back to Natsume’s house, the plastic bags between them bulging with sandwiches, and pancakes, and rice balls for poor, boring Tanuma. Natsume isn’t carrying a bag because he’s carrying that lazy sensei of his instead.

Their breaths cloud in the crisp January air. The pink and orange of sunset has faded from the far corner of the sky, leaving it a deep, vivid blue.

And it’s there, as they step off the sidewalk and head through the grass, cutting a familiar path through a familiar field of weeds and wheat, that Natsume seems to stumble upon courage.

“Hey, Satchan,” he says, “can I tell you something?”

It’s so casual, almost off-handed. Shibata almost misses it entirely. He’s trying to make sure his new shoes don’t get too muddy, distracted and looking at his feet while they trudge along.

Nyanko-sensei’s eyes are very green in the fading light, glinting with animal brightness. Nishimura tips his head, silly and flighty at all other times, but super attentive when a friend calls his name. Particularly so when it’s Natsume.

Shibata can’t even make fun of the cutesy nickname, because Nishimura is impossible to embarrass. And Shibata has slipped up and used it before, too.

“You can tell me anything,” Nishimura says plainly. If anything, he’s confused that Natsume thinks he needs to ask.

And it’s this moment. Here, in the sprawling, rambling countryside. Here, in the blue hour, when the sun has gone down but the sky is still rich with color. Here, where home is just down the road and their friends are waiting.

Natsume says, “I can see spirits. I’ve always been able to see them.”

Shibata nearly trips, and it takes some real expert maneuvering to save his bag of convenience store food from an unfortunate meeting with the dirt. Nishimura stops walking abruptly enough that it’s almost a trip, too. His eyes are round and full.

“I’ve never told anyone before,” Natsume goes on, sounding amazed by his own daring. “Well-- not really. Not since I was in grade school. No one believed me back then.”

He’s always so pacific and detached, even when he’s in pain or afraid, that the edge of nervousness creeping into his tone now almost seems out of place.

For his part, Shibata is gaping. He can’t believe this. He wasn’t prepared. His eyes dart from Natsume’s anxious expression to Nishimura’s stunned one, and he starts shoring himself up. If he has to intervene, he will. He’s seen more proof than any reasonable person needs, and he’ll shove Nishimura’s face in it like a disobedient dog if that’s what it takes to make him understand.

But it’s only a moment-- only seconds really-- before Nishimura’s face clears. He shuffles his bags to his left hand so his right one is free, and he touches Natsume’s arm the way Shibata has seen him do a thousand times.

“That makes sense,” he says, nonsensically. “More sense than my esper theory, anyway.”

Natsume’s expression would put the sun to absolute shame. His smile is slow at first, but inexorable, like a stream of water picking its way around the bend that meets the river. He must be the brightest thing for miles.

“You thought I was an esper?” he teases, laughter in his voice. “You watch too much TV.”

Nishimura throws up his hands, the contents of his shopping bag rattling ominously. “I saw you float in homeroom once! Like, a foot off the ground! ESP is way more plausible than you’re making it out to be, thank you very much.”

Shibata stares at them, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for this scene to shift. It can’t be that easy. It can’t be that painless. Nishimura must be lying to save face, or hiding what is most certainly a freak-out of epic proportions, because belief like this is impossible.

Except now Natsume is introducing Nyanko-sensei properly, and Nishimura is talking to the cat-- surprise and wonder melting into acceptance as easily and naturally as a spring thaw.

“You knew exactly what you were doing every time you stole my food!” Nishimura complains, tugging on one of Nyanko-sensei’s soft ears. “Natsume, your cat owes me money.”

Natsume laughs. He laughs, head tipping back, healthy color rising in his wind-chapped cheeks. In this moment, he’s so far removed from that tiny, overshadowed boy that Shibata used to bully on the playground that he might as well be another person entirely.

Could it have been like this back then? Shibata wonders suddenly. The thought is intrusive and unwelcome.

If he had been a kinder child, if he had suspended his disbelief for long enough to get to know the strange little boy no one wanted to sit next to in class, would Natsume belong to him the way he belongs to Nishimura and Kitamoto, Taki and Tanuma, Shigeru and Touko?

"Shibata,” Natsume says, in the tone of someone who’s said it more than once. “Hey, are you okay?”

Shibata blinks, arresting his attention. Natsume is watching him with a puzzled frown. Nishimura is waving his arms around and inching forward, as if he’s playing a strange, abridged version of Marco-Polo.

“Fine,” he blurts. “What’s your idiot friend doing?”

“He’s yours, too,” Natsume says peacefully. “And he’s looking for Nyanko-sensei.”

“What, he poofed?” Shibata looks around the empty field, too. “How did I miss that?”

“Who’s the idiot now, Sumi?” Nishimura calls over his shoulder.

The annoying nickname slides right off Shibata like water off an oilskin coat this time. He’s still trying to catch up to this conversation. He almost feels winded, like he’s huffing and puffing across the finish line of a marathon that no one had the decency to warn him about.

“I can’t believe you just blurted it out like that,” he says, barely mustering the strength to talk above a whisper. “You took ten years ojf my life, easy. I was hyping myself up for a big fallout or something.”

"I can’t believe it, either,” Natsume admits, smiling. “But it wasn’t even that scary, really. Definitely not as scary as I always thought it would be. Maybe because you were here.”

Shibata very quickly looks down at his hands to readjust his shopping bags and not because his eyes are stinging in a telling way.

Nishimura gives a sudden squawk of surprise, hands spread out against the empty air, eyes huge and moon-like. Then his face splits in a grin, and laughter comes bubbling out of him as easily as it always has, and he smooths one hand to the side as if he’s petting something. As if he’s petting Natsume’s ugly cat where it’s fallen asleep in his lap.

His trust is a wild, reckless thing. It’s almost infuriating to watch.

Could it have been like this back then? If I was a better person?

“You said he can fly, right?” Nishimura demands. “I wanna fly! Tell him to take us the rest of the way home! He owes me at least a dozen rides, considering all the food I’ve given him.”

He’s already searching for handholds, trying to find a way up. Natsume stoops to gather the forgotten bags of snacks and loops the handles around his wrist before making his way over. To Shibata’s intense dismay, rather than tell Nishimura that it’s a stupid idea and he’s stupid for thinking of it, Natsume helps him climb up instead.

“I have a concern,” Shibata says dryly.

Natsume huffs. It’s not really a laugh, but it’s not not a laugh, either. “Just one?”

“No, but I didn’t think you’d let me speak my piece if I told you how many I actually have.”

“You can walk if you want to,” Nishimura calls down. “No one’s making you come along.”

It’s very surreal to see him sitting on nothing, well above Shibata’s head. It’s still very annoying to watch him take to this strange new world with enthusiasm and aplomb, as if he was simply born to exist in this moment and be Natsume’s friend.

Never one to be outdone, Shibata ignores his own uncertainty to drawl, “And miss the chance to watch you make a fool out of yourself in new and unprecedented ways? Never.”

Nishimura crows with laughter, too delighted to take offense. Natsume sighs just like he did before they left, when he resigned himself to their noisy, obtrusive company. He holds out his hand the same way he held open the door.

He’s always standing on that threshold. He’s always holding out his hand.

Shibata has already missed so many chances to reach out and take it. He’s not going to miss any more.

#natsume yuujinchou #natsuyuu #shibata katsumi #natsume takashi #nishimura satoru #my writing #natsuyuu fic #prompt #mylifeisalieandididntknow #was thinking about my boy shibata today for some reason

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yoontopia · 5 years ago

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Could you pleeeaseeee do one where (idol) Yoongi gets jealous of his (idol,bts) best friends esp, JK and Namjoon, becoming close to you?

here you go! it got a little long dfhjkfd I’m sorry! Thank you for requesting!

You tried to ignore Yoongi’s piercing glare from across your living room. Briefly you wondered what had got your boyfriend into such a grouchy mood. Usually he was good-natured, and it took him a long time to get angry. You were the hot-headed one in your relationship, with Yoongi’s cool head keeping you grounded. He never raised his voice, and when something bothered him, he spoke up on it right away. It was one of the many things you loved about him. This was brand new territory, and considering you had company over, you couldn’t really bring it up either.

“Is this the popcorn?” Jungkook’s voice piped up from the kitchen. You turned your head to see the younger boy holding a bag of instant popcorn.

“No there’s one with extra butter, use that one instead,” You told him and he flashed you a bright grin that had you smiling fondly. Out of all your boyfriend’s group members, Jungkook was your favorite. Being the youngest of the group, he had been the shyest of the members when you’d first been introduced. But years into knowing him, he had opened up to you and now was one of the boys you would consider yourself the closest with. Not that you’d tell the rest of them that you were picking favorites of course. “There should also be a big bowl in the bottom cupboard!”

You heard Jungkook make a sound of acknowledgement before turning back to focus your attention to your TV. It was break season for the boys and they were spending their last day, for some reason, at your apartment marathoning all the Marvel films. Jungkook had insisted that they be watched in chronological, and not the release, order. The eight of you were currently halfway through the very first Avengers movie.

“I’m still gonna stand by what I said,” Hoseok said, from his position on the floor. “This was the best Avengers film.”

“You’re mental,” Taehyung yelled sitting on the other end of the couch you were perched on. “Tell me what can possibly beat Infinity War.”

“Infinity War was overrated and so was the one that came after it – what was it called?”

“Endgame!” Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook said in unison, Jungkook’s voice floating in from the kitchen, indicating he could hear the whole exchange. Hoseok scowled. Taehyung laughed.

“You’re so uncultured,” he said, making Hoseok’s scowl deepen.

“I like Guardians of the Galaxy,” Namjoon piped up from next to you, and six heads turned to him, except for Yoongi, who was still staring daggers at the you. “What? The little tree guy is cute.”

“You may be most uncultured out of us,” Taehyung muttered, patting Namjoon dejectedly on the shoulder. You snickered.

“Did I say something wrong?” Namjoon whispered to you after everyone’s attention was back on the movie.

“Who knows? I don’t know the first thing about Marvel – I haven’t even seen all the films.” You answered him, watching Jungkook as he traipsed back into the living room holding a giant bowl of warm popcorn. He sat down on the couch next to Yoongi, placing the popcorn on your coffee table for everyone to share before grabbing a handful himself and sitting back.

“That’s why we’re doing this,” he said, munching on it. “When you said you hadn’t seen them all we decided it’s a crime!”

“And when did you tell them that?” Yoongi asked, voice tight.

“A couple months ago? I came along with Hobi and Namjoon and we went for coffee, didn’t we?”

“Coffee? The four of you?”

“Same aged friends gotta stick together, y’know?” Hoseok said, giving you a fist bump which you returned grinning. “Dunno why the kid tagged along though.”

“I wanted to hang out with her too!” Jungkook complained before sending you the most adorable smile.

“I see.” Yoongi said, and you shivered at his tone. None of the other boys seemed to notice anything was off, but you had known Yoongi longer than any of them and could sense when something was off. Jungkook, being the most oblivious, ploughed on as if nothing was wrong.

“I like her more than Jin’s girlfriend,” he said, nodding matter-of-factly making Seokjin sit up from where he was lying down next to Hoseok.

“Hey!” he yelled. “Keep Sooyeon’s name out of your mouth.”

“Sorry,” Jungkook grinned, lifting his hands up in defeat. You laughed.

“You’re my favorite too Kookie,” you said, and he shot finger guns at you before helping himself to more popcorn.

“Hey what about us!” Hoseok yelled, gesturing to himself and Namjoon. “We’re the same age!”

“She likes me more than you Hobi,” Namjoon said sagely, making Hoseok protest even louder. “We’ve established we’re best friends – and what was it she said it to me the other day?” By this point you had dissolved in a fit of giggles. “Oh, that’s right – she said we vibed on a whole other level.”

“What?” Hoseok screeched, making Jimin and Taehyung jump.

“It wasn’t anything serious!” you said, still laughing. “Namjoon just made me a playlist and it somehow included everything I liked – he’s a mind reader.” Namjoon flashed a superior smile at Hoseok, who spluttered.

“I’m not gonna stand for this favoritism. I’ll make you a playlist too just you wait! The amount of absolute bops it’s going to have – you’re gonna be blown away!”

“Well I look forward to it,” you said the same time as Yoongi snapped, “Focus on the film you idiots.”

That shut everyone up and the rest of the night passed by quietly. You finished the Avengers film and decided to call it a night. The boys left one by one, some of them giving you a hug and the others merely patting Yoongi on the back before heading out. Once the last boy – Jungkook – had left, after giving you a big bear hug and a tight squeeze, you shut the door and locked it, sighing to yourself.

“Every year they get more and more rowdy,” you joked, watching Yoongi as he padded his way into the kitchen. “You making coffee? I want decaf.” You followed him into the kitchen before collapsing in a chair at your small dining table. The clock above the microwave flashed 1 AM.

“Do you have practice tomorrow?” you asked conversationally, watching your boyfriend tap a spoonful of instant coffee into two mugs and putting water in the electric kettle and switching it on. He didn’t answer you, so you pressed on, “Yoongi?”

“I have meetings all day tomorrow,” he mumbled, leaning against the kitchen counter while he waited for the water to boil. “Share some early drafts on potential tracks.”

“Hmm,” you answered. There was silence after that, and not the good kind. “You okay? Yoongi?”

When he didn’t reply, you stood up, making your way to stand right in front of him. Snaking your arms around his thin waist, you buried your face in his chest, inhaling deeply.

“Why didn’t you invite me out to coffee with the guys?” he asked suddenly, his hands still jammed in the pockets of his hoodie. You looked up at him in surprise.

“It was just a spontaneous plan,” you said sheepishly, and Yoongi glared down at you. Upon closer inspection, he looked tired. You knew that despite being on break, your boyfriend had worked tirelessly to write lyrics and mix some beats. “Nothing special.”

“You’re way too friendly with the guys,” he mumbled. The only other sound in your apartment was the low bubbling sound of the water in the kettle.

“Are you jealous?” you asked jokingly. When he didn’t answer, you stared. “Wait-- really?”

“We barely spent any time together on this break,” he said. “And you went and spent it with them.”

“It was one time,” you said, letting go of his waist, frustration creeping up in you. “And whose fault was it that we didn’t spend time together? You holed yourself up in your studio the whole time!” Yoongi spluttered back at you.

“I’m your boyfriend,” he argued, and you groaned.

“Did I ever insinuate otherwise?” Yoongi stared wordlessly at you and you groaned again. “You’re being so childish right now.”

“I know I am!” he snapped. “I can’t help it alright? You’re mine.” You sighed in defeat.

“Not that humans can just belong to anyone but,” you said quietly, wrapping your hands around him again, “you do have my whole heart.”

Yoongi’s expression softened and he returned your embrace, resting his chin on top of your head.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I couldn’t help it.” You giggled.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” you said, planting a chaste kiss on your boyfriend’s lips. He blinked down at you once again confused. “But promise you won’t tell Namjoon and Hobi.”

“Huh?”

“The only reason I met them for coffee that day,” you started, your hands reaching up to entwine themselves around Yoongi’s neck, playing with the hair at his nape. “Was to help them buy you your birthday gift.” Yoongi was staring at you, mouth slightly open, and you threw your head back and laughed. “So, you better act surprised when they give it to you in a couple weeks.”

“You’re obviously my number one Min Yoongi,” you whispered. “You always have been.”

And then Yoongi dipped his head down to press his lips against yours in a heated, urgent kiss, walking you backwards into your bedroom, the hot water and coffee were left all but forgotten in the kitchen.

#min yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader #bts x reader #yoongi fluff #min yoongi fluff #yoongi fanfic #yoongi scenario #bts #bts scenario #bts fanfic #yoongi smut #myg #writings #requests

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araiz-zaria · 4 years ago

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The Fantastic Union Four™ — Road Trip AU

n+1st part 👀👀👀

So now three of the fantastic union four™ have to nurse Grant back into sobriety or is it lucidity?. Starting with getting some grocery (for their own meal and whatnot), they still have to figure out how to nurse him exactly. They read information about it on the ponderous volume that is known only as the internet, trying to figure it out, but the more they read, the more confused they feel about it (”...really? just feeding him is enough?” ”...but if he’s still sleeping all the time, do we have to wake him up or something?...” “...but what if he refuses to eat? Do we need to force feed him?” “No other kind of medicine needed??”). Sheridan tells Thomas and Sherman that at any rate, Grant needs to eat something(”...guys, remember that Ulyss hasn’t eaten anything since our last stop at that roadside attraction!”), so they decided to just stick to their initial plan of feeding him once he wakes up. As has also been decided, after having some breakfast they cleaned the car and, afterwards, watch by Grant’s bedside, waiting for him to wake up.

They wait, and wait,

and wait,

and wait...

...and there are a few times where Grant drifts back, almost waking up, only for him to just (sleep)talk drowsily and drifts back into sleep (”Huh, false alarm”). While waiting for him to wake up, Thomas reads the maps and rechecks their route plan again, Sherman paces around in the room, especially after sitting by the bedside for quite a bit. His pacing around is occasionally broken by him responding to messages he got. He almost always replies only when standing up, and that concludes his cycle of twiddling about while watching by the bedside. Sheridan stares worriedly at Grant, and then at Sherman (when he paces around), and then at Thomas, sitting at a small coffee table by the room’s window. He felt bad for inadvertently making things worse for Grant back in the car when they were on the ride (like holding him down just for Grant to wail and flail about), but now there is only one thing they can do...

When lunch time comes they take turn taking lunch while someone stays keeping an eye on Grant. Thomas and Sheridan eat quite a considerable amount for lunch, and after they finished they offer Sherman to have some lunch. Sherman refuses, saying that he isn’t hungry (and he doesn’t really take lunches). Sheridan and Thomas look at each other, Sheridan shrugs, and Thomas taps Sherman on the shoulder, meaning to talk to him about the route plan and other things related to it (so that Sherman could get a break of sorts anyway), while Sheridan sits by the bedside.

They keep watch on Grant until it is close to dinner time (this is around 7 pm), when finally Grant drifts back into waking up, awake enough to have a coherent enough conversation with the other three, even though he is still visibly so drowsy.

Grant: (squinting, gazing on the people sitting by his bedside) “...how come we are not hitting the road again?”

Sherman: “Are you kidding me? We are not leaving until you sober up and eat something.”

Grant: (groans queasily) “...I don’t wanna eat anything...” (turns sideways, trying to get to sleep again)

Sherman: “I say we are not leaving until you eat something!”

Sheridan: “Ulyss, please, you have to eat something. Eating will also help you sober up...”

Grant: (trying to hold off feelings of nausea, curling down) “...Phil, I am not an eater like you are...” (closes his eyes, trying to sleep again)

Thomas: “Ulyss, please, just eat something, even for a little bit. You haven’t eaten anything since we stayed here.”

Sherman: (leans toward Thomas, whispers) “...I say we force feed him some cracker and water...”

Thomas: (sighs) “I guess we have to do that.” (pulls Grant by the shoulder gently towards his own side) “Ulyss, please, you cannot keep on sleeping, it might just make you stay queasy.”

Grant: (heaves a long sigh) “...I...really...don’t...wanna, eat... anything...”

Sherman: (lifting Grant at the shoulder, moving him together with Sheridan on the other side of the bed so that Grant is on a seated position)

Thomas: “Please, Ulyss, just a bite or two, and then you can go back to sleep again...”

Grant: (dejected, sighs) “...alright...”

After seating Grant at the head of the bed, they are able to feed Grant two and a half saltine crackers and a half glass of water. Afterwards Grant goes to sleep again, and the other three feel slightly relieved. That is, until Sheridan asks this...

Sheridan: “Guys, do we need to tell Julia about this?”

Sherman glares at Sheridan for having asked about that, Thomas is slightly startled when that question is brought up (”Huh, yeah...come to think of it...”). Earlier in the afternoon Sherman messaged Ellen about how he is doing on the trip, and he messaged her about Grant’s condition (not something he intended to do, but since he had to explain why he stays at a place longer than he planned, he ended up telling her about it anyway). He also told her in the message not to tell Julia about it (he doesn’t want to cause unnecessary panic, esp. on Julia’s part, since he found out from Ellen that Julia has been fretting about Grant’s emotional wellness on the trip, so he tried to not make Julia go into full-blown panic (so that Grant wouldn’t be so panicky in return, or so he thinks...)), but now that Sheridan has broached on this topic (he planned to just keep Julia out of the loop until Grant is recovered and Grant himself can communicate with her again) and the prolonged recovery situation they are now in, they’d have to eventually tell her about it.

Thomas: “So, who wants to tell her about this?”

Sheridan: “Anybody got her contact?”

Sherman: (lies -- cuts in curtly) “No.”

Sheridan: “So I guess we’d have to get his phone then.”

Thomas: “Sure” (reaches into Grant’s pocket and pulls out his phone) “So who’s gonna call her?”

Shit, Sherman curses in his own mind, now we are really going to tell her about it?!??. Thomas checks the screen, there are notifications on so many unreplied messages from Julia. Oh dear, Thomas mutters inwardly, there are some missed calls too. Thomas is fiddling with the phone notification until it rings. It’s Julia calling.

Sherman: “You take the call!”

Thomas: (side eyes Sherman in a slightly bemused way) “...alright.” (sighs) (takes the call) “...hello?”

Julia: “Oh Ulyss I can finally reach you out... Wait, who is...”

Thomas: “...It’s me, Thomas, George Thomas.”

Julia: “...is anything the matter there? I messaged him but he didn’t reply to me at all, I tried calling him too and still no response... Is Ulyss alright??”

Thomas: “Well, you see, Julia...We had to stop longer at our current place than we planned and it is all because there is something happened to Ulyss...”

Julia: “...oh No! What happened to him??”

Thomas: “Well, he felt slightly unwell, so much so that we couldn’t go on the trip with his current condition.” (stares at Sherman) “Sherman will tell you what is his condition exactly.” (shoves the phone to Sherman)

Sherman: (receives the phone from Thomas) “...uhm hello...yes, it’s me, Sherman... Well Julia, how do I say it...it seems like Ulyss was intoxicated... no, no, not due to alcohol, we don’t drink even a drop on our trip, we are not sure what caused it...that and food poisoning too.”

Julia: “Oh dear, what a dreadful situation! Is he still feeling ill??”

Sherman: “...yes but it seems like he’s on the mend now...”

Julia: “Can I talk to him now?”

Sherman: “He’s currently sleeping, he needs his rest to recover. I’ll tell him to call you right away once he’s recovered and sober enough...”

Julia: “Oh right, sorry, I just realized that. By the way, thank you for taking care of him and to take the call...”

Sherman: “It is no bother to us all.”

Julia: (hangs up)

They all heave a sigh of relief. Now onto keeping a watch on him still, after they all have dinner. As the night goes on they plan to take turns watching by the bedside, but it doesn’t go as they planned because they all insist to keep watch on him. Sherman then realizes that Grant might just continue sleeping anyway, so he decides to go to bed first (though he first offers Thomas to hit the bed first. Thomas declines, says that Sherman can go to sleep first). Sheridan is a bit restless (since he inadvertently drank too much coffee during dinner), and he offers both Sherman and Thomas to take over watching by the bedside. Thomas says that he can still keep a watch too for a bit longer.

Thomas eventually slumps on his chair, dozing off into the dreamland. It is down to just Sheridan keeping watch on Grant. Sherman is on the other bed, lying down sleeping. Sheridan wants to get up from his chair for a bit, going out of the room for a little change of scenery, but now with him the only one left keeping watch on Grant he cannot really do it.

At 3:50 am Sheridan goes to the bathroom to relieve himself. Thinking that it might still take Grant some more time to finally wake up he decides to also go around for a bit of walk after he goes to the bathroom.

After a little walk for fresh air Sheridan goes back into the room to continue watching by Grant’s bedside. To his delight he finds out that Grant has waken up, and now he’s sitting on the coffee table eating some slices of white bread and drinking a glass of water.

Sheridan: “Ulyss, you have waken up! Finally!”

Grant: (shushes Sheridan down, half whispers) “...yeah..” (continues on munching on the white bread sheepishly)

Sheridan: “Hey have it with some jam, we got it for the bread too, you know. Here, strawberry jam.” (slides a jar of strawberry jam to Grant’s side)

Grant: “...sure, Phil.” (takes on the jam and spreads some of it on his new slice of bread) “...never thought I’d feel this hungry after some sleep.”

Sheridan: “...heh, some sleep. You’ve been sleeping for so long too, almost a full day if you really count it I think?? Anyway, this is good news, we can finally continue our trip!” (raises from the chair, walks over to Sherman’s bedside) “Sherman, wake up! We’ve got some good news!”

Grant: (slightly flustered) “Hey, don’t just wake him up like that??”

Sheridan: “So rich of you to say that after such a long slumber...” (shakes Sherman on his shoulder) “...hey Billy..”

Sherman: “...what NOW?” (winces annoyedly at Sheridan)

Sheridan: “Ulyss has just waken up!”

Sherman: “Huh...” (looks over at Grant sitting by the coffee table while still lying on the bed) “...oh there you are Ulyss, finally waking up.” (breathes a sigh of relief, looks at Sheridan again) “What time is it now?”

Sheridan: “...around 4 am I think?”

Sherman: “Hm...still some time until we start driving again.” (looks at Grant again) “Anyhow eat up, Ulyss. That should help you feel better...”

Grant: “...yeah...” (continues munching on the bread)

Sherman: “...and oh, by the way, Julia called while you were sleeping. You should call her back as soon as you can.”

Grant: (startled, gasps) “Julia??!? Oh NO! What did you tell her??”

Sherman: “I told her that you were intoxicated and we took care of you. We also told her not to worry too much. But now that you have finally sobered up, she shouldn’t worry so much anymore I think...”

Grant: (reaches for his phone hurriedly) “...I should really call her!”

Sherman: “Maybe you can just message her for now, it’s still quite early in the morning...”

Grant: “Ah right...I’ll message her first.” (types up a message for Julia quickly) “By the way, thank you Phil, Billy, for taking care of me, and Tommy...” (looks at Thomas slumping off to the side, sleeping on his chair) ”...oh Tommy is sleeping too...”

Sherman: “Don’t mention it. Well, I guess we can start getting ready for another drive now...”

After munching the bread and messaging Julia, Grant receives a call from her -- she talks to him in a frantic tone, almost verging into panic yet again, but Grant is now able to calm her down himself, he tells anything that he could remember from his situation to her (while repeating that he is now feeling completely fine, if slightly hungry). Julia is now finally feeling some relief, and they continue talking for a while. Sherman, not going back to sleep, starts packing up and loading his baggage into the car, and so does Sheridan. While the two are heading out to the car, Thomas wakes up and finds Grant talking on the phone. Thomas feels relieved, and after the call he asks Grant about how he feels (and on where Sherman and Sheridan are). Grant says to him that he feels rather fine now, and offers if he can drive again for the trip. Thomas says that he can just sit back for now -- for this leg of the trip he (Thomas) will start driving first again. Grant feels slightly bad about it (for holding them back during the trip due to him being intoxicated and for not being able to drive right away when they finally start going again). Thomas assures him that he doesn’t need to feel bad about it -- it is the safety of everyone that matters the most (besides, they need to see if he’s really feeling fine now during the car ride before they let Grant drive again). When Sherman and Sheridan enter the room they find Grant talking to Thomas and Sherman says that they can finally start getting ready for the trip again. Thomas agrees, and he tells everyone to get ready.

After an early breakfast they finally set out of the motel and hit the road again...

ーーー to be continued ーーー

#roadtrip au #the saga goes on #the fantastic Union four #writings #this is quite a long one I think #fanfiction #lol #ulysses s grant #william t sherman #george h thomas #philip sheridan #not art #now that has become such a clunky tag #I meant it for the posts that are not my own artwork y'know but yeah...#also I wanted to tack a bit on the drive after their extended stay #but now that it gets this long I guess I'd better write that part separately :p

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mugiwara-rosewolf · 5 years ago

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Alphabet Headcanons

One Piece Edition

Shanks

SFW

A=Affection (How affectionate are they with an s/o?)

Yes, Shanks is affectionate. He will take any opportunity to be near you without smothering you. He’ll have you sitting in his lap at every opportunity, if you’ll let him.

If you’re not okay with that, just having shoulders brushing is okay with him. When there’s a moment to rest, in public or private, as long as you two are touching in some way, Shanks will be happy as a clam.

Of course there are other ways one can be affectionate. So--perhaps equally as important as the action of physical touch--Shanks appreciates the value of words.

As such, the Red-Haired captain always knows just what to say in order to encourage you, affirm your decisions, to express his appreciation for you and empathise with what you’re feeling.

Shanks is also extremely intuitive. As well spoken as he is, and as much as he likes to talk, he also knows how and when to listen--actually listen. With him, you’ll always know that your being, your voice, is always appreciated.

B=Breath (What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

Show your strength. Whether it be physically, mentally, morally, emotionally--almost any way you can imagine--Shanks will be deeply affected by the display and take notice.

For example: he admires Makino’s kindness for taking care of Luffy and her grace when confronted by dangerous bandits. He admires Luffy for his loyalty to friends and determination to pursue his dream of becoming ‘King of the Pirates’.

Whether it’s going toe to toe with a swordsman, standing up for a bullying victim, enduring painful hardships, or just going off on somebody about the importance of loyalty--just stick to your guns and Shanks will love & admire you for it.

C=Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

Oh my goodness this man--this man is a closeted cuddle monster. If you thought he was affectionate before, that was just him playing it cool. When it’s just the two of you? Ho-boy.

Of course he’ll listen if you’re not comfortable at any particular moment, but again, if you let him, Shanks will plop you down in his lap. No matter your height or weight, this man will hold you and make you feel wanted--because he does.

Whether sitting up or lying down, Shanks will wrap his arm(s) around your waist and hold your waist and hold you close. He loves to feel your heartbeat so close to his--cause that’s what he loves most about you--in every possible way.

D=Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

His dream is pretty much the same as when he was a kid, back when he and Buggy were cabin boys on Roger’s ship. He wants to have his own ship with a reliable crew and to take his time travelling the world.

The only thing that’s changed is that he wants to do all those things with you. It seems like such a small change, and yet to Shanks that little adjustment changes everything.

The way Shanks sees it--if life is an adventure, then life with you would be the greatest adventure he could ever accept.

If for some reason you weren’t able to travel with Shanks and his crew, the Red-Haired captain would still do everything in his power to include you in his life.

Postcards from Loguetown, Sake from Sabaody--living vicariously through a pirate (and a Yonko at that!) would turn your mailbox into the world’s greatest curiosity shop.

E=Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

As laid back and fancy-free as Shanks is--he does not choose a life partner lightly. Because that’s exactly how he sees them--a Life partner.

Sure, there was probably a phase of his life where he treated romance and intimacy more flippantly. He grew up with stereotypically rowdy and promiscuous pirates as his role models and mentors. It would take some time for him to realize that such shallow connections didn’t really suit him.

But once he fully realizes himself; his goals, his morals, his priorities, etc, he would treat relationships and intimacy more seriously.

That being said, when he finds somebody, you bet your bottom dollar this man is gonna Commit. Try to make you smile, try to make you laugh, be there when you’re sad, listen when you’re mad, he’ll aim to do all the above and more if he can.

If/when your relationship is confirmed, he’ll expect a similar level of commitment from you. This man is loyal to a fault. He does not choose his friends and family lightly. Once he grows attached to someone, he will do his best for them in whatever way they need.

But when he chooses a Partner, again, he’s gonna want a similar effort to be made for him as well. (In this house, we stan equivalent exchange in relationships).

F=Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

This all depends on the threat level.

If someone is intimidating, boasting, or otherwise making his s/o anxious/uncomfortable, Shanks will intervene by just waltzing in and distracting the stranger in his charismatic, dorky pacifist way.

But if there’s a chance of his s/o actually coming to harm (or god forbid having their life threatened)--ho-boy.

Bitch better put some brown pants on ‘cause they’s about to shit themselves. Hands down, Red-Hair Shanks is down to murder to protect his loved ones.

We’ve all seen the footage. Shanks can be downright terrifying when he needs to be. And protecting his s/o from harm is an absolute necessity.

He tries to avoid violent confrontation if he can help it, but threaten someone he cares about and you gonna get yo ass whipped with his (1) good hand.

G=Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

Contrary to what many expect of pirates, Shanks isn’t a very materialistic person. (In utter contrast to Buggy and others).

He’s not really the type to buy every little trinket that reminds him of you. And he doesn’t expect that kinda behaviour from you either. If you are that kind of person? Great!

Shanks will appreciate pretty much any way you're willing to express your affections. He’ll happily accept anything you give him as long as he understands the thought/meaning behind it. Gift giving is appreciated, but not expected or required.

However, if/when he does decide to give you a gift, rest assured that it’s gonna pack one helluvan emotional punch (*cough Straw Hat *cough*).

For some reason I’m picturing the hand-carved engagement necklaces from Avatar the Last Airbender. I feel like he’d give you those types of gifts--small, but beautiful and immeasurably meaningful.

(How Shanks would go about carving a necklace after the loss of his arm, Idk. But this is Shanks we’re talking about. BAMF would find a way.)

H=Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

Yes, yes he does. He doesn’t offer hugs as often as one would expect (esp. After losing his arm). But he will willingly accept any and as many hugs as you are willing to give him.

When he does hug you, it is usually him reaching around you from behind. Besides the heartbeat thing mentioned earlier, I have no idea why he does this. Maybe cause he feels like a shield around you--that he can protect you, you can support him and vice versa. Affectionate, devoted, but not smothering.

Then, of course, there’s the obligatory reunion &/or ‘thank god you’re alive’ hugs that are bound to happen when 1 or more partners lives a dangerous life on the sea.

I=Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

Oh Shanks is a raging romantic at heart. Love makes him absolutely twitterpated. He’s affectionate and can be an absolute cuddle monster when the mood strikes him.

But the majority of the time (esp. In an established relationship) the manic energy of love is often tempered by his naturally easy-going personality. Shanks is the same in his romantic gestures as he is with almost everything--he is super duper uber chill about it.

It’s the little things that carry the most meaning for him.

Tucking a wildflower behind your hair (anybody can rock a flower in their hair, fucking fight me)

Putting his arm around your waist or over the back of your chair (he’ll only do the cheesy ‘stretch and yawn’ technique to make you laugh)

Any sort of teasing or banter is fair game too, especially if you’re on the more playful or bashful side.

No matter how rowdy he and his crewmates can be, Shanks isn’t all that loud with his romanticism. The freakouts are usually before or after he’s done something grander/more elaborate than usual (Like that engagement necklace mentioned before).

Otherwise, as long as your boundaries have been established, he’ll do as many or as little of those cute intimate gestures as you’ll allow. Whatever bounds you give him, he’ll lounge comfortably within them so long as it suits you both.

J=Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

He’s not really the jealous type. He does, however, tend to sulk when he wants your attention. Like a sad, kicked puppy he’ll pout until you refocus on him. The moment he knows he has your attention again you’ll easily be able to imagine a tail wagging behind his back just from the sparkle in his eyes.

See U=Unique for more

K=Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

Remember that ‘previous experience’ we mentioned before? The part of his development where he thought intimacy consisted of one night stands at the tavern? He’ll probably have long outgrown that frame of mind by the time you enter a relationship with him. But what he gained from that time of his life, was experience.

Experience which serves him very well in a relationship. He’s a quick study, and thus a phenomenal kisser. He’ll figure out all the ways to make you melt with just his lips, teeth and tongue. But we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

He may get a bit over-excited on occasion, so not every kiss will be perfect. Clacking teeth and bonking noses are bound to happen once in a while. (He may be a Yonko but he’s still a giant dork).

Otherwise, besides your occasional snogging session and other such steamy moments, Shanks is a surprisingly domestic kisser. Cute kisses on the cheek, forehead and temple are common.

He’ll also surprise you on occasion, kissing your ear, nose or chin just to see how you’ll react. If it makes you smile or laugh, he’ll keep going. If you blush, he’ll laugh and take note. Again, a quick study, this man is.

L=Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

The words slip out in the middle of something utterly mundane. That much is for sure. Either he’s known for a while (realizing mid-battle/mid-argument or something) and just can’t hold it in anymore--

OR--he just saw you there; washing dishes, swabbing decks, sipping sake, what have you--and the realization just happens out loud. “Oh shit, I’m in love with you…” *cue momentary panic* “HOly SHIT, I LOVE YOU!”I

When he finds his feelings are reciprocated, Shanks will feel like the King of the Pirates, One Piece be damned. From then on he’ll be boasting to everyone on his crew that he’s in love.

Anybody who wasn’t around during his epiphany will congratulate and tease him. Anybody who was there will chuckle and roll their eyes. Money will change hands and Beckman will be 100,000 berries richer.

Besides his nakama, those ‘three little words’ are meant for your ears only. In public, he’ll typically stick to those little gestures mentioned previously. Proud to be your partner, but keeping it low-key, ya know?

Contrary to what some may think, Captain Shanks is in fact capable of discretion. Not quite the same as subtlety, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

Anyways, back on his ship it’s a whole ‘nother story. The manic energy of being in love mixed with his own innate dorkiness has led to some pretty ridiculous moments--all of which make his crew laugh and you smile like sunshine.

M=Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

Honestly, Shanks doesn’t mind either way.

He’s happy to have you as his life partner, he’d be happy to be your husband.

But if you don’t drop down on one knee, or explicitly address the topic of marriage, the subject will likely never come up.

If you ask, of course he’ll say yes. If you address the topic, but don’t act on it, Shanks may not act on it at first. But w/ a bit of advice from Beckman he’ll take the hint and ask.

Either way, as long as the two of you are together for life, Shanks will be more than satisfied.

N=Night out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

Any time you two have together is precious to him. On the ship, through various markets, in various taverns--as long as the two of you are side by side, doing something together, he’ll consider it a date.

So, by that logic, y’all go on dates all the time.

O=Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

Those big, extravagant, over-the-top romantic gestures. Candle-lit dinners, bed covered in rose petals, extra shit like that.

Shanks is a Simple Man, like the Lynyrd Skynyrd song. So those kinds of exuberant gestures aren’t typically his style.

Sort of a continuation of the previous section--if he does try for one of those more extravagant date ideas than you know he’s up to some shit. Special occasions only. Whatever it is, you’re damn sure gonna enjoy yourselves, lol

P=Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

Uhm, have you met Shanks? Man pokes fun at everyone he calls ‘friend’. Picking on Luffy for wanting to be a pirate. Drunkenly draping himself over Mihawk just to get on his nerves, the list goes on.

Believe me when I say this man loves to tease, prank and challenge his s/o at every opportunity. It’s just his personality.

Jump-scares, banter, pad puns, pretty much everything you can think of, this guy’s gonna try it. He’s gonna poke fun at you, but in a way that pushes you to improve; to grow your wit and prove your mettle.

That and he’s a generally light-hearted person. He loves having a good laugh with his crew and his s/o about just about anything.

If he’s feeling particularly mischievous, he might go for tickles, but that’s just him trying to get you close and maybe turn up the heat a little bit. Dork.

Q=Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

Contrary to what some may assume about Shanks, he doesn’t always have all the answers. He is very wise, and occasionally insightful, but not perpetually so.

In moments where he is taken by surprise, afraid, or in a moment of panic, he will turn to you. You and Beckman are probably the two people he relies on the most. When he is unsure, he will ask your opinion.

Sometimes he’ll ask just cause he’s curious. He set out to travel and learn about the world, so of course he would be interested in different perspectives.

And if you ask his opinion, he’ll freely give it. He’ll give you his perspective so that you both have a chance to learn about each other.

He’s not a fake or duplicitous person, so you can be sure that his opinions are honest and true. He’ll make sure that you can count on him as much as he does on you.

R=Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

Shanks is a pirate. To him, ‘spontaneous’ is part of the job description. He’s not the speedy kinda spontaneous, though. The guy is known for his ‘go-with-the-flow’ attitude--like a human lazy river.

Strange as that metaphor sounds, that’s just how he is. Not in any kinda rush, just a pirate enjoying his life on the high seas. He’s happy just exploring new places with his s/o and his crew.

He’s happy chilling in the tavern for however long he wants. Following a whim at his own leisurely pace, that’s how Shanks lives his life--with a nice, laid-back kinda spontaneity.

S=Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

Pre-injury, Shanks liked being the big spoon. Usually he’d just sleep in lounge pants (not unlike his typical daywear, just without the shirt and cape).

After his injury, his sleep attire doesn’t really change, but he can’t really lie on his side for too long. So instead he usually lies on his back, letting you tuck yourself into whichever side you choose.

Since his arm was bitten off at the elbow, he can still press you closer with his upper arm if you choose to lay on his left side. It feels like the perfect nook to tuck yourself into.

You can drape your arm across this waist, lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. That’s when you know you’re in the safest place in the world.

T=Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

Shanks wouldn’t be in a relationship with you if he didn’t trust you. In order for him to trust you, he’ll need to have a good sense of your morals.

He’ll respect it if your moral outlooks differ in some respects. For example, He and Buggy have very different ideas of what should be treasured in life & yet he still considers the clown to be a close friend.

However, as his romantic partner, it would make sense if the two of you had most of your principles in common. If there’s too great a difference/divide in your foundational beliefs, then the longevity of your relationship would be markedly limited.

Once Shanks has a solid understanding of your moral centre, he’ll give you more of his trust. He’s not really the kinda guy to actively hide anything. But as you two get to know each other, he’ll be more willing to volunteer information about himself and his life.

He’ll be even more unabashedly himself; more goofy, more charming, more openly intelligent and devoted. (The list could go on, but I’m gonna cap it here, lol).

After that, it’s just a matter of commitment and time--that’s how an intimate emotional relationship is built.

Because Shanks views romantic relationships to be a long term commitment (the whole ‘rest of our lives/death do us part’ idea is rather important to him), he is not in a terrible rush to trust someone. But he does want to eventually get to the point where he knows his partner inside and out.

U=Unique (What makes them unique as an s/o?)

He is (almost) unflappable. I swear to god, almost nothing phases this man. He hardly ever gets angry (unless innocents or loved ones are threatened) and doesn’t really get jealous either. (Have you seen this man? He has nothing to be jealous of!)

You mad about something? He’ll let you go off about it for however long you need. Even if it’s him you’re mad at, he’ll take it. He’ll listen to your rant and discuss it with you to help you cool off. He meets all of your moods evenly. No protests, no complaints, no interruptions, just active listening and meaningful dialogue.

The only exception to this is when (before/during/after) or or both of you is at risk for injury or death. That’s when his over-reactive tendencies rear up and fights are had. Though these fights are almost always from a place of either moral determination for the self or worry for the other person.

Also, this man is willing to try anything you show even a modicum of interest in. A new kind of sushi at the market? He’s down. Hiking up a mountainous island? Sure, why not. You a fan of art and crafts? Your room will be swallowed by paper cranes in three days (trial and error, he says).

V=Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

It takes a while. Shanks trusts you implicitly, but he’s lived a long life as a pirate--and being a pirate ain’t an easy life to live. While Shanks is not opposed to sharing his emotions, necessarily, it takes a lot for him to thoroughly break down.

Not many people know this about Shanks, but he is just as much of a crier as Luffy is. He’s just gotten better at hiding it over the years (or so he tells himself).

But when it happens, it’s just as heartbreakingly messy as you can imagine. Waterfalls pouring from wide eyes. His hair askew with his expression crumpling. Teeth gritted and lips trembling, he looks like something broken. His whole body shudders with the emotions raking through him. At first, you won’t know how to put him back together.

Shanks is a much more emotional person than most would give him credit for. He feels things very deeply and when he crumbles what he needs is an anchor.

He’s not a broken vase that needs to be glued back together. He’s a dreamer with a heavy burden. Someone who can only carry the weight for so long on his own. What he needs is a solid pillar of a person to hold him close and tell him that he’s going to be okay--that there’s a lesson to be learned/knowledge to be gained from what he’s feeling and why he’s feeling.

After the storm passes, he won’t likely mention the incident to anyone. (His crew will know it happened anyway, they know him too long to be oblivious). But he will acknowledge it to himself. He will thank you for guiding and supporting him, but only quietly, so just the two of you can hear.

Remind him that he’s not alone in the world. Remind him that it’s okay to lean on others for more than just the daily duties of a pirate captain. It’s okay to be vulnerable.

W=Wild Card (Get a random domestic headcanon of the character of your choice)

Shanks loves to sing. He’s not exactly the best at it, but he enjoys the act so much he doesn’t really care how good or bad he is.

When it’s his turn to swab the decks, he’ll be dancing with the mop like he’s jamming with a microphone stand. When the crew get drunk together, he’ll egg them into singing sea shanties with him.

When they lose a crew member or a friend on their journeys, Shanks will start up the low chorus of mourning in memoriam. When you wake from a nightmare or just can’t sleep, he’ll sing you a lullaby. It’s this quiet little quirk that makes you love him all the more.

X=X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

Similar to ‘F for Fear’--if Shanks’ s/o is ever attacked or injured in battle...that bastard is gonna get their shit wrecked by one of the most powerful men in the world.

But once the dust is settled, the man completely switches gears. While his s/o is being treated and recovering from their injuries, Shanks turns into the ultimate worry-warted, mother-henning helicopter-partner.

He already has a habit of over-reacting at the oddest moments. But now that said reactions are actually somewhat justified? Poor man turns into a fretting ninny at the littlest things.

Mishandling Shanks’ worry and devoted protectiveness in these moments can result in fights about your well being and your being able to participate in any upcoming conflicts.

Once you get the hang of it, though, Shanks’ behaviour becomes simultaneously the most endearing and most exasperating thing in the world.

Please, be patient with him. He’s trying his best.

Y=Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

Honestly? It’s near-impossible to get on this man’s nerves. You’d have to be a pretty big buzz-kill to get even a modicum of annoyance out of him.

He’s a bit grumpier when hungover, but even then, as long as you are considerate of lights and noises, he’s just gonna sulk and nurse his headache in grumpy peace.

One of the few things that may irritate you is his lax attitude about cleanliness and hygiene. When you’re one of the most powerful people in the world, exploring the world and constantly celebrating something with sake--thoughts of housekeeping kinda fall to the wayside.

If you get tired of smelling booze on his breath and clothes, or can’t take the ‘bachelor pad’ mess that is the captain’s quarters, you’re gonna need to sit him down and seriously talk to him about it. Otherwise he won’t even realize that there’s a problem.

Z=Zeal (Are they passionate as an s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

Hmmm...I would say that Shanks is a passionate partner, just not in the loud kinda way that’s usually associated with the word.

It’s more like a...quiet determination. A deep well of earnestness that he makes sure to show you whenever you need it.

He never wants you to feel like he doesn’t love you or doesn’t feel as deeply about your relationship. He’d put everything on the line for you.

And he’ll treasure and enjoy any passion you show him, in whatever way you choose to express it.

A/N: And that, my friends is my first attempt at ‘Alphabet Headcanons’. Three days which could have been spent in boredom instead contributed to this adorable masterpiece, lol.

Thank you to @demigodxtonio, @r-a-f-t-e-l, @kalissen, @r0r0noa, @kin-sama and @adicoon for the wonderful GIFs and thank you to @burnedbyshoto for inspiring this work with their SFW and NSFW headcanons about our favorite blasty-boi Bakugou Katsuki.

Y’all let me know what you think & let me know if you wanna see any NSFW headcanon--for Shanks. Or, let me know if ya’ll wanna see SFW/NSFW content for other One Piece & BNHA characters.

All the best

--Rose

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naivesilver · 5 years ago

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Vecpio Week - Day 1: Music

"Hey, Es, what's wrong?"

Espio blinks, looking up from the piece of paper he's been staring at for the past five minutes. Vector is standing in front of him, arms crossed, eyebrows raised, the very picture of perplexity.

"Nothing. Why are you asking?"

Vector shrugs. "You look stressed."

He is, as usual, terribly blunt and not nearly as smooth in his attempts to comfort someone as he thinks he is. It would be hilarious if it didn't send through Espio a spike of irritation that he struggles to quell down. "I'm not stressed" he mutters, crumpling up the notebook page he was trying to do some accounting on and tossing it aside.

That's a lie if he's ever told one, and he's pretty sure Vector knows that, but what they both know is why he's so stressed, and it's hardly something that can be fixed by talking about it.

Espio has always considered himself a level-headed, pragmatic chameleon, so he's not in the habit of lying to himself, and at this point he can't ignore that their situation looks dire, at the very least. They're running out of money, which isn't new per se but is rarely a comforting thing to know, and they haven't had a lead on a case or a new case in ages, so it's improbable that they'll be out of it anytime soon.

And then there's Charmy, who not only sent their expenses through the roof, but also is even more a nuisance than they'd expected him to be. Anything he does, be it eating or playing or screaming for attention, he does it loudly. Even as they speak the bee's trying to stuff something in his mouth, with a sucking, slobbering noise that's grating on Espio's nerves. The only thing he craves more than a new paycheck is a minute of complete silence.

Not that he regrets taking in the kid, or opening the agency, or any of that. If nothing else, they're pretty much the only ideas of Vector he's followed that haven't ended in utter disaster. He's happy. He should be happy.

It's just that, well. He's never had such a hard time keeping his spirits up. There's always a nagging thought at the back of his brain, reminding him of the hundreds of ways things could go to hell if they don't find a solution fast. Even meditating has grown difficult, and not just because it tends to be interrupted by a baby wailing for food. His worries creep in and nothing he does can shake them off, even after all those years he's spent learning how to clear his mind from stuff like that.

He's spaced out again. Great. Now Vector will have yet another reason to believe he's losing his mind and fret and try to solve the issue in some creative and yet decidedly unhelpful way. There might be a valuable lesson to learn there, but Espio is too tired to decide whether it's "let your partner help when you're struggling" or "never let anyone see you lose control ever again", and it's not like one is in the mood for absorbing any kind of lesson when they're making an effort not to freak out, so...

He's snapped out of his reverie once more by the feeling of something being slipped over his ears. For a few moments he's too stunned to say anything, because those are Vector's headphones the crocodile has taken off and given to him, and the thought alone is so confusing that Espio struggles to process it.

It's not that he's never listened to Vector's music. In fact, Espio has heard enough of it for a lifetime and then some, because Vector is nothing if not enthusiastic about sharing his passions. He has yet to understand how anyone might listen to some of those songs willingly, because to him they're nothing but a cacophony of clashing sounds, but it's not as if he's banned it from the house.

He'd thought he'd made it clear, though, that Vector is to keep it for himself (and for Charmy, because whatever genre that stuff ascribes in, it gets the kid to sleep in no time, and while Espio is not above threatening his boyfriend at knifepoint to get him to lower the volume when Charmy's got the headphones on, he's not so stupid as to forbid anything that can knock a toddler bee out for good). The crocodile hasn't tried to force him to listen to that garbage in ages, so why now, of all days?

It seems he's in for a day of surprises, though. Before Espio can protest, Vector fiddles with the tape player and music fills his ears, leaving him shocked once again.

It's...not what Vector usually listens to. It's slower, for a start, quieter, with no voices screaming over one another. Espio can't recognize the instruments, nor the tune, but it flows in a way that catches his attention, almost mesmerizing after what he'd expected to hear in its place. It reminds him, oddly, of a lullaby, or of some tunes from his homeland, from when he was way, way younger.

"Been trying to find something you may like for a while now" Vector says, trying and failing to pretend that whatever's going on is not that big of a deal. "The album says it's supposed to be relaxing music. I don't know if it's your style, but you looked like you needed it."

"It's...it's nice" Espio replies.

To be honest, he's not sure he can judge the quality of the music right now, when there's so much going on behind it. If he were meaner than he is, or even just less exhausted, maybe he'd berate Vector for wasting time on a thing like that when they're supposed to be looking for paying jobs. He should be upset - he should say something more, at the very least.

As it stands, though, the gesture causes something inside him to break. It's as if he were made of clay, only needing the gentlest of pushes to be cracked and let fresh air filter in. His tongue feels like clay too, thick inside his mouth: as much as he wants to, he can't force the words to come out, and he just sits there, dumbfounded, listening to a song he doesn't know the name of roll through his brain.

Vector looks like he knows it, though. He smiles his trademark grin and sits beside Espio, wrapping an arm around the chameleon's shoulders.

"Come on, Esp, it's gonna be alright" he says, barely loud enough to be heard over the music. "We're going through a rough patch, but we'll get out of it, okay? We're a team. That's what we do."

Espio breathes in. Breathes out. He doesn't know if it's Vector, or the physical contact, or the soft chant still filling his ears, but the rumble of thoughts in his mind seems to quiet down a little. Not to the point that he's suddenly bursting with solutions to their problems, but enough to leave space for something slightly less pessimistic and just a tad more hopeful.

Vector goes on. If it's because he senses he's having success, or because he likes the sound of his own voice, Espio doesn't know, but he's not about to complain. He's too grateful for that. "We'll work it out together. You, me, and the little mite. Promise. On my honor as a detective."

Espio snorts at that, and the crocodile lets out an indignant noise, even though he looks clearly pleased by the effect that he's having. "Oh, come on. What will be of this agency, if no one’s respecting its boss?”

But his voice grows softer a moment later, and he tugs Espio closer. "We're gonna make it. We are. Alright?"

"Alright" Espio whispers, closing his eyes and leaning into the embrace. He's not sure he can stop worrying anytime soon, but the warm, cozy feeling of being cradled close to someone else and the lull of the music covering anything that's not Vector's voice form a small, safe bubble, one he's not about to burst until he can face the day head on. For a minute, he can allow himself to relax.

"Thank you."

#vecpio #vecpio week #vecpioweek #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #vector the crocodile #espio the chameleon #fanfic #vespio #this should be titled 'to keep your bf from spiraling please use trance music and cuddles'#also leave that to me to turn a happy prompt into something sad

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years ago

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It’s a kind of magic tour pt.3; Queen x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay guys this is the last part of the chapter. Now for this part it does get pretty angsty. Now I’m using some personal stuff that happened within Queen at the time, esp. with Deacy. But I mean NO DISRESPECT. I wasn’t born so I can’t tell exactly how Deacy reacted during this tour, so I filled in the blanks myself going off by some interviews with Roger when he talked about Deacy during this tour. So beyond that not really any other warnings except the normal things.

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*August 9th, 1986. Knebworth Park*

It was the final show of the Magic Tour we were back home in England performing in Stevenage, but oh god, things have been—strained as of lately. I don’t know when it started but at this point it looked like the guys were just ready to explode and rip either each other or anyone who made one teeny-tiny mistake.

‘So you seriously don’t know what’s going on?’ Jack asked me.

“If I did I would tell you. But all four of them are on edge, especially Deacy. He’s been completely out of character lately. I’ve never seen him so pissed off or drunk so much in my life.”

‘Have you tried talking to him? I mean he is practically your brother.’

“Jack you’re not listen! At this point he’s like Old Yeller when he got rabies. Like back in Madrid, when Queen’s new pianist Spike asked Deacy something the next thing I saw Deacy literally kicked his own AMP down and stormed off. Completely totaled the thing.”

‘Shit.’ He muttered. ‘What about the others?’

“Freddie’s always tired and strained after every show that he just snaps at everyone, Brian seems distracted by something and Roger…..well Roger’s managed to break another TV set in his hotel room.” At that point I heard a crash from the room next door and I said, “Make that three. The hotel manager’s not gonna be happy about this.”

‘Well just think of this baby, after tonight you’ll be home and I’ll pamper you till the New Year.’

“I know. I’ll just be happy to finally get my long hiatus break and spend time with my husband and daughter.”

‘I know she’ll be happy to see her mum again too. And thankfully you’ll be home for her 1st birthday.’

“I know, god I can’t believe she’s gonna be one year old in just three months.” I sighed in awe.

‘Time flies so fast.’

“God I just wish for this tour to be over. I need to see you two.”

‘We want you here too, babe. But come night fall, you all will kill it as usual and then you’ll be home.’ I nodded.

“Well I better go Jack. I love you, give Kelly a kiss for me.”

‘Will do. Love you too (n/n).’ we both kissed the speaker of the phones before we both hung up. Unlike any other of the hotel’s this one had some pretty thin walls so I could hear the wreckage Roger was causing on the room to my right while on the left I could hear Freddie snapping at someone through the walls.

‘LOOK I DON’T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT ABOUT HOW LONG IT TAKES JUST GET IT DONE!! DON’T YOU TELL ME WHAT I CAN OR CAN’T DO!!!’ it was then I collapsed to my knees and held my hands to my ears, having flashbacks to when Johanna and Graham would argue constantly.

Why can’t tonight just get here fast enough? That way we can just celebrate and finally be done with this hellish tour. Then for the first time in a long time, I went up to my bed and pressed my hands together.

“Mum, dad. I—don’t know if you can hear me. But…..this tour seems to have turned the guys into wild animals. The last few weeks have been hell since after Budapest, if you can…..just give me the strength to carry on until tonight. I would greatly appreciate it.” I then decided that I had to get away from the noise.

I locked my hotel room up (since apparently the place had been known for break ins. Of course we didn’t know that till someone from one level above me had his wedding band stolen). I walked towards the back deck of the hotel but as I passed the bar there I saw Deacy sitting at the bar as he’s done in the past with a drink in his hand and his head lying on the bar.

“Unbelievable.” I muttered as I walked up to him. “John? John Richard Deacon!” he groaned and looked up towards me. “You do realize we’ve got a show to do in seven hours right?”

“Would you stop nagging at me? God that’s all you women do is nag, nag, nag, nag, nag.”

“Well sorry if I care about my brother so much! But I’d rather have Queen’s bassist be healthy and oh yeah sober during a performance. So that way he doesn’t fall flat on his back and kills himself!”

“Tell you what. Why don’t you just mind your own damn business and just focus on nagging your husband. After all he’s just the stay-at-home dad with your daughter.”

“Don’t you dare bring my family into this John! Ever.”

“God you sound like my wife.”

“Good, at least one of us does.” I sneered angrily.

“LISTEN! YOU DON’T GET TO DICATE MY LIFE! YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT I’M GOING THROUGH!” He shouted at me as he rose up, albeit wobbled up, but he got into my face. The stench of cocktails breathing right into my face.

“John I’m worried about you, what else am I supposed to do?”

“FUCK OFF!” John said as he stormed off with his drink.

“FINE!!” at this point I don’t even care if we ended up making a scene at the bar. I brushed my hand through my hair as I tried to keep the tears at bay before storming out.

My breathing was sharp and heavy, it was then I dug through my purse and picked up a pack of cigarettes. I took on out and I brought it up to my lips before digging for a lighter. When I found it I began to try and ignite but it wouldn’t light.

“Since when did you take up smoking?” I turned and saw Brian standing beside me. I dropped the lighter back into my bag and took the cigarette out of my mouth.

“Was thinking about today. This was my breaking point.”

“You referring to your fight with Deacy?”

“You heard that?” I asked softly.

“(Y/n) dear I’m sure all of Stevenage heard you two.” I sighed heavily and buried my face into my hands.

“I’m sorry Brian I’ve tried to hold it in together for you guys but this is all too much! The arguments, the loudness, the drinking, the homesickness, I just can’t take it anymore!” I sobbed.

“Okay, okay, shhh. Shh.” Brian hugged me close to him and rubbed my back. “C’mon, let’s head into my room.” He kept his arm around me as he led me back inside and the two of us went up to his room.

“Call me crazy or even a worry-wort. Hell, call me a hypocrite even because I did think that even through your arguments you guys always seemed to pull through. But now, just…..after Budapest it’s like you all don’t want anything to do with each other anymore. And I don’t know who to turn to because you all are so angry all the time.” I whimpered as I felt Brian’s fingers stroke through my hair as I lay on his lap.

“You’ve been our neutral ground throughout the tour, guess we’ve finally spent you out. Forcing you to take a side or force us apart. One curse about being a guy is the testosterone that makes us flare and bark at each other. You didn’t need to be exposed to that.”

“No Bri I get it. You all have your tempers and you all are adults. I shouldn’t even be crying about this.”

“No (y/n) you emotions are valid too. This isn’t just a Queen tour, it’s Queen+Angel. We’re your family and I know some of this arguing and verbal abuse is bringing back memories for you.”

“Yeah, especially with Fred’s tantrums and Roger smashing the TV.”

“Are you kidding me he destroyed another one?” I nodded. He sighed heavily and he said as he had me look up at him. “I’m sorry love. You really don’t deserve us.”

“I just wish this tour would end so that you all could go back to your loving selves. The ones I can talk to. The ones that aren’t trying to drink themselves to death, or destroy public property.” He stroked my cheek, wiping away my tearstains from the corner of my eyes.

“I know. I hate that our ugliness is really starting to get to you. We never wanted you to be exposed to that.”

“But it’s the rock star life. Hell you saw me about to smoke, and you know how against it I’ve been.”

“Just be thankful you weren’t trying coke or heroin. I’d…..we’d never forgive ourselves if you went down that road.” I sat up from his lap and sat close by him, wrapping my arms around his, my hand lying on top of his and he said.

“I think I can agree with the guys when I say after tonight, we’re all gonna need a break from each other. Just….go out, decompress, be with our families. Just have a little break from each other.”

“I’m starting to think that would be best too.” His arm came out from between mine as he wrapped it around me, placing his hand on top of my head, gently scratching through my scalp in a calming way. I felt him kiss the top of my head while I wrapped my arms around him and just clung to him and buried my face into his chest.

As the hours ticked by, we were all now at the Knebworth stage going over soundchecks and practicing our cues. I made sure to keep as far away from John as possible since I could tell he was still a little shitfaced, it especially didn’t help that his roadies kept making him cocktails behind his AMP.

“You okay love?” I heard Roger ask me. He sat down beside me on the stage with his drumsticks still in hand.

“I don’t even know at this point Roger. I’m really worried about John. Has he said anything to you?”

“I wouldn’t know, even if I would ask him he’d just turn and walk away from me. Starting to piss me off.”

“Enough to toss him off the stage?”

“I think he’ll do that himself with the way he’s drinking.” He chuckled but I didn’t even crack a smile. When he saw that his joke didn’t make me laugh, he wrapped an arm around me and he said. “Did he say something to you?”

“It wasn’t entirely his fault. I went up to him earlier this afternoon when he was down at the bar already shitfaced and we got into a little tuff with each other. Not physical touching mind you, just drunk/sober shouting’s at each other.”

“Yeah, Brian did mention something. And hey, I also came to apologize for what you must’ve heard this morning. I was just incredibly pissed off this morning at seeing some news that I thought was absolute bollocks that I couldn’t take it anymore. On every, fucking channel they kept talking about the same thing over and over and over again.”

“What was it?” I asked.

“Ohh nothing you need concern yourself about darling.”

“Dad I’m 24 years old, I’m not an idiot. Now tell me.”

“God I can never hide anything from you nowadays. Okay, it’s just rumors spreading about Freddie. Just about the stories Prenter once leaked to the press back when Fred fired him. They’re really milking his party life and drug usage.”

“Jesus H. Christ. They got nothing else to live for do they.”

“Not unless it revolves around a juicy gossip chain just to up their paycheck.” I leaned against his shoulder and I felt his head rest on top of mine.

“Leeches they are.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself love. And hey, you know I’ll always love you right?”

“Yeah, of course I know.”

“So never be afraid to come to me again okay, my little lion cub?” I smiled softly.

“You got it, just promise you won’t toss a TV in front of Kelly.”

“I swear that girl will never see my ugly side. Nor shall you.” He leaned his forehead against mine, nuzzling it like a lion would his cub. My smile grew a little wider as I nuzzled him back, our noses rubbing against each other.

“Oi you two! I get your father and daughter and all that but we could use you both for the rehearsals!” Freddie exclaimed ruining our moment.

“I swear I’ll kill him.” Roger hissed.

“Dad please.”

“I know, I know.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead and the two of us stood up and we walked towards the guys with an arm wrapped around the other.

As the sun began to set, I could hear the fans already starting to pour into the park. Their cheering and screams of excitement could be heard from behind the stage. I was currently putting on the finishing touches to my makeup before finally just looking at myself through the mirror.

And boy did I look like shit. Guess this tour didn’t just change the guys, but me too. I looked absolutely knackered, there was hardly any life in my eyes left, I looked practically dead, both inside and out.

“Just pray to god this show goes well and that there are now fuckups.” I grabbed my Red special and headed out of my dressing room and onto the stage, my team surrounding me and putting on final touches to my face, outfit or handing me some water bottles. When I met up with the guys, we hardly spoke a word to each other, only just gave each other pats on the shoulders or arm.

Then as always the boys charged right for the stage and the show began.

Same routine, same scheduling, same songs just like we’ve done for this entire tour. But after we performed Radio Gaga, I was standing right behind Freddie and John, right on the lower drum riser’s set and just as I came down I was forced to stop because the next thing I knew, Deacy took off his bass and literally threw it towards the AMPS and broke them before charging off stage.

I stared at John with mixed emotions of anger and shock. I turned to Freddie who looked at me but he came up and we walked out to change our attires for the second part of the act. God I really wanted to confront John about this so badly, but we only had a few minutes to slightly change our clothes before going back on stage, so I thought it’d be best to leave it for after the show.

When the concert finally concluded, as Fred and I began the last verse for “We are the Champions” as we both sung out the second to last line, it was then Freddie turned towards me and gestured for me to take it just like it was back at Live Aid. Again I shook my head and gestured for him to take it but this time the look in his eyes told me to take it. I took a deep breath and held out the last note leaving the guys to rock out.

I shook the tambourine into my mic as I backed away from the stage and soon Freddie came out once again adorned in the king getup. He raised his hand in the air before taking the crown and raising it high. When it was finally all over, and the crowd roared with applause.

“Thank you beautiful people. You’ve been a tremendous and special audience. Thank you very much, goodnight, sweet dreams. We love you.” Freddie spoke as we all came down center stage and waved goodbye to the audience as “God save the Queen” came up and I could hear the audience singing along to our national anthem.

Just as I began to walk away, I felt Fred take my hand and what struck me as odd was when he bestowed the crown upon me this time, it wasn’t just a one hand-silly type thing. This time he held the crown in both his hands and placed the crown on my head, like I was actually being crowned a Queen. He had a brief smile before getting down with his left foot forward and kneeled before me.

I smiled and knighted him thinking this was just another one of his acts in honor for the final day of the tour. After knighting him he stood up and we waved goodbye to the audience once more before finally walking towards backstage. As we all gathered around in Freddie’s dressing room, the three boys seemed hyped and ready to go to the after party.

“That was amazing!” Roger proclaimed as he came up and spun me around in a backwards hug. “And you my dear killed it out there tonight!”

“You were indeed the life of the concert (y/n) dear.”

“Well I mean I can’t take all credit. You guys helped out.”

“There’s no Queen without our Angel,” Brian said.

“And no Angel without her Queen.”

“Alright you guys it’s party time!” Brian and John all proclaimed in agreement before Roger said, “Freddie you in?”

“Yeah, yeah I’ll be right there. I’ll join you in a moment.” Freddie said completely exhausted as he sat down and wiped his face with his towel.

“You alright Fred?” Brian asked.

“Yeah Brian I’m good. I’ll see you out there, I’ll be right behind you.” And with that the three boys all piled out of Fred’s dressing room one by one leaving me, Freddie and Jim alone. I turned to see Jim sit beside Fred and place a hand to his back and I said.

“You sure you’re okay Fred?”

“Of course I am darling. C’mere.” I walked up to him and he took my hands in his and looked up at me with a praiseful look in his eyes. “You my darling, were a star tonight. Seems the Angel has finally surpassed her mentor.”

“No I didn’t……”

“I’m not saying it as an insult. That was literally your best performance ever. Always perform to that level my dear, if not better in the future.”

“Freddie where is this coming from?” I asked him. I was starting to get a little concerned about him. Just the way he was talking and saying these things it’s almost as if he’s—well he’s about to die or something.

“Just the ranting of an old man dear, nothing you need to worry about. Pretty soon you’ll be doing that to the next artist you inspire. Maybe she’ll be your intern that you’ll help make into a rockstar.” I softly laughed.

“Don’t know if that’ll happen.”

“Now go on and enjoy the party. You’ve been needing a chance to finally kick back and relax after the morning you had.”

“Let me guess, Brian told you.”

“And Rog might’ve drilled about giving you an apology for my shouting’s earlier today.”

“I may stay for an hour or two, then I think I may just head home.”

“No, no darling please stay for the boys sake. Maybe even talk to Deacy about what you went through at the hotel.”

“I doubt he’ll listen.”

“You’re his sister from another mister darling. Veronica’s hardly talked to him and what he needs right now is the second most important woman in his life.” I looked at him and saw him giving me the tired but still sweet puppy dog eyes.

“I’ll try to talk to him.”

“That’s my darling angel. Always looking out for her boys.” He said as his left hand reached up and stroked my cheek.

“Oh here’s your crown back.”

“Nah you keep it darling.”

“You serious Fred? It belongs to you.”

“Not anymore, I bequeath it to you now.”

“Are—are you serious?” he nodded.

“Keep it. And please keep it on for the entire party. Less of course you want to break my heart, and I’ll be sure to have Roger send me pictures whether you keep it on or not. If you don’t then you and I will have a serious conversation.” I laughed softly.

“Okay, okay. Thank you Freddie.”

“No (y/n) my love. Thank you.” He stood up and kissed both of my cheeks and then hugged me. I was surprised at first just because of the suddenness of this. And this hug wasn’t like his pervious hugs before. This was a more—longing hug. The kind of hug that people give to one another when one’s going away to war or saying goodbye. “Keep performing my rock angel. The show must go on.”

“Okay Fred.” I said wearily as I hugged him back. “But I’ll still see you for Kelly’s 1st birthday right?”

“Darling I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He said as he separated from me before gently pushing me towards the door. “So long as you and Jack come to my 40th birthday party.”

“I think we can make it. I’m sure mum and Misha wouldn’t mind babysitting Kelly.” I turned back to Freddie and he softly smiled before nodding very softly, then I walked out of his dressing room.

At the end of tour party, I was hardly in the party mood because my sole focus was to find one specific member of Queen. I looked over the crowd of roadies, volunteers who signed up to be apart of the tour and help out for the entire summer, dancers, and everyone far and between that decided to come along.

It wasn’t until I came outside of the building where I found John sitting all alone looking forlorn and out of it. I looked at him before taking a deep breath in and softly exhaled out. I slowly walked towards him and said as calmly as I could.

“Deacy.” He brushed his hand through his curly hair before turning up to look at me.

“If this is another attempt to lecture me, I don’t wanna hear it.”

“I came by because I care about you. And I wanna clear the air after what happened earlier this afternoon.”

“I think what you actually mean to say is that you’re trying to baby me. Like everyone else has been lately. I’m fine just—going through some shit right now but I’m dealing with it!”

“By what? Drinking yourself till you can barely remember anything? Till you eventually what pass out?”

“See this is exactly where you and Veronica are soo much alike.” He hissed. “You both try to put your noses into somewhere where it don’t belong!” God he really could be a cold hearted King of Quick-wits if he wanted, but at this point he was going down the road where so many people including Freddie went down.

“God I don’t even know why I try!?!” I exclaimed standing up. “I’m trying to be the adult here John!”

“Just so you could what? Tell Veronica about what’s been happening to me since a week after we left Budapest? Don’t thing I don’t know you’re snitching off to them!”

“No John! No.” I said as I turned away trying to compose myself. “I do this because…..YOU HAVE 4 BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN BACK HOME AND THEY LOVE YOU!! THEY LOVE YOU SOO DAMN MUCH!!” I exclaimed, pointing at him aggressively. I sniffled and sobbed out, “And I don’t want them to go through the same pain I did of losing their dad!”

Silence rang between us as I turned away from him covering my sobs behind my hand.

“(Y/n), sister dear, sister dear no, no, no calm down, calm down, calm down. Hey,” he came up to me. I felt his hands rest on my shoulders but I turned my head away from him.

That’s when he turned my head back towards him and cupped my face in his hands, and this time instead of the harsh eyes, I was met with the broken, yet warm eyes that was my Deacy.

“I’m sorry I’ve been acting like a—bastard to you. It’s just…this tour has been so stressful, there’s things going on back at home and I couldn’t be there so I….I was forced to resort to the only way I knew how to deal with things. In silence by the bottle.”

“And I get that Deacy. We’re all going through some shit.” I said lowly. I looked up into his eyes and whimpered, “But from one orphan girl think about it….if you were to overdose after tonight, where would that leave your kids? Your wife?” even through my own tears, I could see tears forming at the corner of Deacy’s bloodshot eyes.

He immediately hugged me, resting his head on top of mine as his arms wrapped around me and I felt him stroke the back of my head. I sniffled a bit before continuing.

“No matter what it takes, paying for AA meetings, or me walking out of your life for a bit. All I ask is that you do one thing…..don’t make those three wonderful boys and that sweet little girl fatherless!” I pleaded the last part as I looked up at him with tears streaming down my face.

He brought me back into his chest as I softly wept into his chest. He rocked me from side to side and said.

“Okay, okay I will. I just…..hope Veronica forgives me.”

“If it were me and Jack, I think he would eventually. But don’t push her away. You’re each other’s swans.”

“That a—thing you and Jack call yourselves?” he teased.

“It’s romantic don’t tease!”

“No worries. When—Ronnie and I first started dating I….I called her my penguin.”

“Penguin?” I laughed softly.

“They’re her favorite animal don’t tease.”

“I’m not.” I wiped my tears away and looked up at him and he looked down at me. “What do you say you and I ditch this party and go see our families?”

“I wouldn’t mind that. Plus it’d give me time to sober up on the drive and make it up to my sister dear.”

“I’d like that.” I hummed a chuckle. “Very much, brother mine.” He then kissed my forehead and the two of us with a wrapped arm around each other walked back inside to find Brian and Rog and tell them we were gonna go ahead and go. They accepted and wished us a safe drive but not before giving the two of us hugs on a job well done (well I got both hugs and kisses but that’s just Bri and Rog).

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I called my driver Louis to come pick us up and he drove us from Stevenage back to London. By the time we reached Deacy’s house it was already 1am. We hugged and kissed each other goodbye and Deacy walked out with his stuff in tow on his way up to his house. I saw him ring the doorbell a few times before the light from upstairs came on.

It was then I saw Veronica open the front door and when she saw her husband standing there, she looked stunned. I saw Deacy talk to her for a bit before she finally embraced him and the two of them kissed each other. As the two of them swayed back and forth and moved around till Ronnie’s back was turned towards me and I saw Deacy look directly at me.

He gave me a smile and a wave in thanks. I smiled back and waved bye to him and watched the two of them enter the house.

“Okay Louis take me home.”

“Can do ma’am.” He said with a smile. Thankfully traffic was on our side so it about 40min. to get there. Finally at 2 in the morning I was greeted by the sight of my home that Bri so kindly gave us after Kelly’s birth. Louie stopped the car and he said. “We’re home Mrs. Kline.”

“Thank you Louis. You are more than welcome to spend the night here if you wish. Lord knows Bri had plenty of bedrooms installed.”

“Thank you very much ma’am.” He turned off the engine and he helped me with my stuff. We both quietly walked in the house and I just told him to leave the stuff near the front door and that I could get it later, while I kept my overnight bag over my shoulder.

“Sweet dreams Louis.”

“Goodnight Mrs. Kline, sweet dreams. And what a wonderful performance you played tonight.”

“Thank you.” I then directed him to one of the guest rooms and he bid me one final goodnight while I quietly walked up the stairs to the main bedroom.

When I walked in, I saw my husband sleeping soundly in the bed and there just at the foot of the bed was baby Kelly in her crib. I quietly set my bag down and walked towards the crib and smiled down at my sleeping daughter. I kissed my index and tall fingers before gently placing them on her cheek.

She softly stirred as she cooed but then she just went back to sleep. I then turned to Jack and walked up towards the bed and slowly sat down before finally lying down. As carefully as I could, I nuzzled his chest and snuggled close to him, humming tiredly. I don’t know whether it was subconsciously or he must’ve been awake for that split second, but I felt Jack’s arm wrap around my waist and pull me close.

A soft smile spread across my face as I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent.

It was at that point I was truly happy. Deacy’s lyrics never rang more true, the ‘I’m happy at home’ line, it speaks a thousand words. I was home, and I couldn’t wait to stay home for a long hiatus.

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sevngmin · 5 years ago

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college!seungmin

ok so

my friend made a thread(im not able to link it as her account is private) of skz as students at my college

and then i saw another thread of skz as college students

so here i am

major: law

club: photography

used to shoot his pictures on his dslr in auto mode until he joined the photography club,,, which fellow member hyunjin scolded him for

let’s be honest,, seungmin is that one boy in your major that everyone has a crush on

(you’d better be lying if you said you never have had an eye candy/crush on him before)

he came to school once with his hair up and every girl in his class wanted to set the school on fire bc that’s not the content they signed up for

and has his hair up more often,,,

not in a bad way tho bc he takes pride in dressing up for school sometimes and when people praise him for it he gets a lil blushy and goes (*^▽^*) thankuuu!!!!

if you’re in a project group w him you’re in luck bc seungmin always is super nice to his teammates and offers to lunch over work

(and also has his hair up for presentations,,, double oof)

sPeaking about presentations there was once he was looking especially fine while presenting about criminal law

and people were sneakily snapping pics of him

poor boy got so blushy he stuttered so much :(

honestly too nice to mark people down for peer evaluation but when they’re blatantly not doing work he’d not hesitate to give them a zero

you’d wouldn’t want to see him angry too esp when he hardly gets mad

meanwhile, you on the other hand,,, not so much

you have had your fair share of shitty teammates and you couldn't take it anymore

like,, have you been too nice to people for them to tell you to “just chill” when you get mad???? for legitimate reasons???

you just don’t get it

anyway

you and seungmin are friends bc he was your classmate since freshman year

and is the only one who you are somewhat familiar with in this year’s class

tbh you never really saw seungmin as someone more bc you two are kinda close and after you know him he gets kinda dorky its cute

like yeeeeeaaaaa sometimes you inevitably have the teeny tiny crush on seungmin but its no biggie

you guys are like close?? but not rlly bc seungmin has his own group of friends and you have your own

you are close with hyunjin but that's only bc y’all are on the dance team and besides, he’s in another major

seungmin always sits beside you in classes people think you’re his gf or sumn

but the people in the same class knows y’all are not bc you were the only one who snorted(too loudly) when seungmin knocked his head on the table while falling asleep in a tutorial

all the girls wanted to murder your ass for it tbh

seungmin is kind of your therapist in a way in which he lunches with you often and listens to your rants

be it about the iced chocolate in the cafeteria being watered down too much or standing on the crowded morning bus

seungmin is always that listening ear no matter what

quote hyunjin; “you should start charging her for listening to her rant about the school’s budget for the tenth time this semester”

also you; “i should start charging you for constantly making me stay back to watch you go over that same routine and song over and over again after practice.”

touché

moving on

honestly you weren’t looking forward to this year’s class bc the people in class r rlly gossipy and known for talking shit about others

but i mean,, you’re in school to get that degree,,, and not deal w shitty people right

WRONG

when the tutor assigned groups for a group project you were thanking the high heavens that seungmin was in your team

and as the team leader

so that no free-riders go to your team

it’s the week of submissions and there’s this member that kept giving excuses for not doing her part in the group report

and hence you had to do it because her parts were closely linked to yours and without her parts, you couldn't start on yours

seungmin had to help out too bc he feels obligated to as the team leader

and also feels bad??? bc he knows how you’ve been dealing w shitty people and now its another one

you honestly just want better people tbh

so like you just really couldn’t take it and went up to her face during lesson and said,

“hey if you’re not doing work i’m asking seungmin to boot you out bc you’re not doing your work”

nd she had the audacity to say,

“i did my work???? wdym”

aka write her name on the cover page

(and even spelt it wrong smh)

you rolled your eyes and huffed,

“i’m telling seungmin to boot you out, find another team.”

she just laughs maniacally which scares you, until she regains her composure and goes

“what? has sucking seungmin’s dick gotten to your pea brain?”

(that was so crude im sorry)

and she said it so loud the rest of your classmates could hear and started murmuring amongst themselves

you were appalled at her words, speechless as you could feel your blood boiling

“i must be right huh,” she scoffs, turning her attention back to her phone, “sucking up to the pretty boy to get good grades, how low.”

you really wanted to slap the living life out of her

before you could do so, seungmin slammed his hand on the table, shocking everyone

“you’re the one to speak, who did nothing but to put her name on the cover page of the report, and to the point of spelling it wrong,” seungmin seethed, which made you honestly scared of him

he stood up with his laptop and cancelled her name in front of her eyes, then pushing you behind him, “as of now, you are not part of our group. if i ever hear you bothering any of my groupmates, i will not hesitate to report this to the course head. i hope i made myself clear enough.”

you could see the fear in everyone’s eyes, as it was the first time that they saw him genuinely get really really mad at someone

the girl ran out of class crying, as you slumped in your seat, mind still unable to wrap around how she was so rude to you, hands visibly shaking

“are you okay?” seungmin asked, eyes now dripped with worry, contrary to his anger-filled eyes just moments ago

“yeah, i guess.” you bit your lip, opening up your laptop, “thanks, for standing up for me.”

“a frown doesn’t look good on you,” seungmin commented, “just smile now, hmm? it’s all over, and you don’t have to deal with her again.”

you look over at seungmin, whose brown eyes were still staring at you

you gulped, crimson tinting your cheeks as you looked away and faked a smile,

“yeah yeah, thank you for saving me, prince seungmin.” you teased to hide the blush on your cheeks

and weirdly after this incident seungmin has been kinda protective over you???

like offering to drive you to school

eating lunch with you more often

offering to drive you back home

basically sticking to you the whole time in school

not that you were complaining, seungmin has even been more affectionate?? kinda

sending you good morning and goodnight texts

smiling more often around you and laughing at your lame jokes,,, when normally he would just stone at them

to the point when your friends started asking if you and seungmin were dating,,, bc he just stuck by you almost every breathing second you’re out of your house

you had to keep telling them no until one day,,,,,, you confronted seungmin

as soon as you got into seungmin’s car, you asked,

“why are you doing this?”

“doing what?” seungmin laughs, stopping at a red light

“this.” you deadpanned, “driving me to school, driving me back, being so close to me, everything. we’re not dating or in a relationship either, so why?”

seungmin turned to you, looks at you dead in the eye and presses a kiss to your forehead, which brings heat to your cheeks

“you’re awfully dense for a law student, aren’t you?” he smiles, diverting his attention back on the road, “if that didn’t make it obvious already, that i like you.”

“h-how can you say that so casually?” you stuttered, burying your cheeks in your hands, “that’s not sincere enough.”

seungmin stops at another red light, then presses a kiss to your lips, and you were pretty sure your cheeks were hot enough to cook eggs on them

“is that better?” seungmin bit his lip, obviously shy at what he just did skskskskskskks

and you do say yes

cute

when he tries to be smooth and all but his face just gives his inner emotions away

you turn up in school holding seungmin’s hands from then on

and all the girls cried for a week straight

#stray kids scenarios #i'll add in the links in a separate post bc the tags wont work if i add them in #stray kids imagines #stray kids #stray kids fluff #kim seungmin #stray kids seungmin #seungmin scenarios #seungmin fluff #seungmin imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #college!au #college!skz

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firebirdsdaughter · 4 years ago

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Over Analysis ‘The Gawas will be the Death of Me’ Stage 1: The (1st) Fight

Okay. So. This is gonna be a long post, so I will condense it immediately. Are we ready?

Who am I kidding. Absolutely not.

Warning: rambling be below this point.

We start out w/ Hiden Manufacturing being blown up. Not much to say here other than Fuwa being fond big brother is sweet, Yua looks awfully chill for standing in the ruins of an exploded building, and Jin is doing his best Ankh impression (Nakagawa, honey, I love you, but there is only one Ankh). Until Aruto says:

Jin is surprised a complete stranger is showing more concern for his family than he has been.

I know I complain about Aruto’s characterisation a lot, but I liked this (enough that I think it should have been what Jin brought up when talking to MBR). Ignoring, for the moment, my other issues and pretending that this friendship developed how it could have, this would be a really great scene, esp considering the stuff Jin did previously. Aruto wanting to save the other three in contrast to Jin’s decision to just sacrifice them would be an interesting thing. I wish we got more on it, honestly. It was one of the ways they could have developed from each other. Either way, this comment has an effect on Jin, and when shit starts exploding, he takes off on his own.

MetsuBouRai, meanwhile, are brooding about the MBJR base bc the Ark isn’t talking to them. Raiden’s angry, Naki is dejected, but Horobi is just… Sitting there. Watching, I believe, the same thing Yua is watching on her phone during this stuff, going by the animation.

Naki says this, but it cuts to each of them. Horobi’s head actually turns slightly, while Raiden looks morose for a moment before laughing bitterly and taking out his frustration on that mind hacking helmet (which breaks yet again). Raiden’s always been the most expressive of the three, but Horobi’s reaction also feels import bc of how long he’s been under the Ark’s control, brainwashed into believing that the Ark was the path to saving HumaGear. He’s never once been able to consider the Ark might turn on them or abandon them. Naki and Raiden haven’t been under so long, so while they’re still hacked, they don’t have the same mindless devotion. Naki can question and Raiden can be mocking. But this feels very much like a ‘wait, what?’ moment for Horobi.

… That his conditioning has to immediately reject, insisting that the Ark will come back for them, is really going to save HumaGear. Oh, sweetie.

*I know that the show (? Or at least most sub groups) are referring to the Ark as ‘he,’ I’m just stubborn and like saying ‘she.’ Being voiced by Charden Flamberg won’t stop me.

Jin shows up, announcing, ‘you’re wrong’ and that the Ark can’t be trusted (when did we stop saying ‘the’ Ark?), and it looks like he didn’t stop to shower or anything en route. Come to think… How would he repair that suit? Anyway, he spends the majority of this scene looking right at Horobi, who…

… Doesn’t react. It’s Naki who says something. Jin and Horobi just… Stare at each other. Raiden looks like he thinks he’s interrupting. Lots of tension here. It’s up in the air whether Horobi doesn’t know how to react, or if he actually can’t in the state he’s in at this point. The Ark’s being going at how he processes situations w/ a chainsaw for years, he may be completely unable to figure out how to respond.

Horobi doesn’t even move… Until Jin starts apologising. I don’t we ever saw Baby Jin apologising for anything? Not even when he didn’t get the Mammoth Key back. All three of them seem confused by the apology, but it’s enough to get Horobi out of his game of statue. Obviously he doesn’t think raising the Ark is something to apologise for bc of his enforced loyalty to her. But he doesn’t seem to consider Jin to have to done anything worth apologising for.

As for Jin, this is a moment that makes me inclined to buy that he’s realised he fucked up. I would have appreciated going into that a little more, bc wtf dude, that plan was a clusterfuck even aside from the whole ‘murder my dad for being brainwashed,’ but this ep heavily indicated he realises what he did. And boy is he paying for it.

Jin talks about the plan to destroy the Ark, then goes very quiet and walks up level w/ Horobi, and the shot closes in on the two of them again. It takes him a second to actually look at Horobi… My guess is bc he knows what he’ll see.

… And the award for an absolutely terrible plan goes to… But in all seriousness, Nakagawa Daisuke, everyone, the kid can act. The way he says it, and how he kinda seems to be wavering on his feet, gives the impression he’s just barely keeping it together. I’ve debated about him saying this point blank like this, and on one hand, ouch, on the other… Given my interpretation that Horobi views lying as a human thing and absolutely detests it… Jin might be hoping being straight up w/ him will work better. Or maybe he’s hoping to gauge Horobi’s reaction, bc rather heartbreakingly…

… Horobi doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest. In the hopes of keeping images to a minimum, I didn’t include another thing I noticed while going through—Naki doesn’t look back to Horobi until he starts talking, but just seconds before Horobi speaks, Raiden’s gaze switches to him, w/ that kinda concerned look. Just before he talks, Horobi’s head also turns like he’s glancing at the other two, but it’s hard to tell, he’s out of focus (oh, so painfully much), which is actually a little interesting considering he’s being totally calm about his son saying he was trying to kill him. Is it bc the idea of the Ark failing never occurred to him? Or… Does he have so little self worth that he’s completely indifferent to the idea of his death? To me… Probably both. Horobi has lived his entire life for other people, has been brainwashed into a tool of the Ark—and we see what happens when he wavers or tries to be something else later in this ep. While the idea that the Ark would betray them has never been able to occur to him, he’s shown multiple times to be completely calm about the possibility of dying, and this is Jin saying he was going to kill him. But Horobi doesn’t even seem surprised. He just accepts it.

Which I have to feel like is the reaction Jin expected. Why he was so reluctant to look up, bc he knew Horobi would just be… Blank. Bc he knows what the Ark has taken from Horobi, and now he’s actually facing the fact that he made it worse.

When you tell your dad you were planning to kill him and he doesn’t even care. But seriously. He doesn’t even remark on it. Horobi doesn’t care about his own life to the point Jin can point blank say he was planning to kill him and Horobi won’t even blink, much less get upset. Jin’s guilt here, to me, likely isn’t just ‘I helped the Ark rise and now everything is shit,’ but also facing the fact that he’s… ‘Re-reduced’ Horobi to being the Ark’s mere puppet again, esp right after Horobi was actually starting to have some clarity. Gotta wonder if he’s flashing back to that ‘why did I do that?’ moment in episode 35?

I made a comment about Horobi being out of focus when talking about Jin planning to kill him… He comes abruptly into focus when Jin brings up Aruto. Is this about Soreo’s data? Aruto talking about him wanting to be Jin’s father? I have opinions about the way Aruto is talked about in this scene and the things Jin chooses to bring up, and mainly… I just thought this was curious. And… Sunagawa has a very nice profile, so sue me. ^^; (you have no idea how many of these shots just turned into ‘I think this shot is cool! I may share some at the end of this).

When Jin says Aruto can defeat the Ark, Horobi isn’t happy. But he… Looks around weirdly while talking? Starts out looking at Jin, then looks down like he does when he’s thinking, then back up at Jin by the end.

… I have nothing else for this. What? An excuse to use more pictures of Sunagawa? … Leave me alone!

Look at Nakagawa hunching again. Is that to fit everyone in the shot, or is he just doing that?

Jin persists and Horobi… Shouts. And then he doesn’t just shout, he dives forward and grabs Jin’s collar. It’s hard to see in my crappy screen shot, but Jin seems surprised by this, and w/ good reason, Horobi’s not usually emotional. I believe this is only the second time we’ve ever heard him shout… And both times were at Jin about humans. Trying to reject what he possibly sees as their growing influence over his son.

… I wonder. What makes him so desperate to make Jin stop in this moment? Their dynamic may have shifted w/ Jin’s revival, but Jin’s still the person… Well, second to the Ark, he’s the person w/ the most influence over Horobi. Aruto and Fuwa both made slight headway, but when it comes down to it, Jin is Horobi’s, well, singularity point. Why react this way? Even at this point, neither Naki or Raiden were jumping at it. Did the Ark’s engrained influence just want to reject the words, some personal experience w/ humans. Is it the words themselves, or the fact that they’re coming out of Jin? It’s more emotion than he showed on the subject of his own death. Honestly, maybe more emotion than he’s ever shown. Is he rejecting blasphemy against the Ark… Or what he perceives as human influence and control over his son?

But then something interesting happens.

At first, Horobi is clearly furious—but then…

… The Ark… Abruptly stops hacking? Not… Technically weird, but pretty suspicious considering that immediately after…

… Horobi abruptly… Goes back to being passive. He even lets go of Jin’s suit. Did the Ark do something? Giving direct orders or not, he’s still connected. Or did he just not know what to do once he got in there? He and Jin stare at each other for a moment. Did his soft spot for Jin kick back in?

He keeps this much calmer attitude, and is even still looking down when he speaks again.

Who are you trying to convince and why, Horobi?

Jin has apparently forgotten how ‘hacking’ works. Being right on the second point doesn’t excuse the first one, sweetie.

Is it important that it’s just them in this shot? I’d like to think so. My theory is that this whole scenario actually stole something very personal from them that’s never going to really come back, the chance to be a proper family, for Jin to grow up as a child and for Horobi to actually be a proper father. Is the implication that they are ‘HumaGears’ to each other? Until pried from my cold dead hands (break my fingers, Takahashi, break them, I dare you), my interpretation is that Horobi’s actions next time are centred around wanting a world where Jin will be completely safe (someone please tell him there’s no such thing, bc there isn’t, before it gets him killed), that while the goal is safety and peace for all HumaGear… It’s his personal motivation to do it for Jin.

Either way… Putting aside the question of whether Jin is actually as free as he seems to think he is… I was waiting for him to say this to Horobi. Bc hell yes, Horobi deserves to be free of the Ark, and Jin should know that better than anyone. She had Horobi under closer control than anyone else, bc she wanted/needed him to manipulate Jin. He was her tool to move her pawn. And that’s fucked his mental state to hell and back.

Horobi isn’t even able to respond to the concept of ‘free,’ It’s Naki who steps in again.

Jin keeps going, and eventually brings up dreams. I don’t know if that specifically has to do w/ Horobi’s reaction… In my theory, assuming he actually remembered a bit about his past, I can def see ‘our own dreams’ setting of ‘Ark bells’ and making him compulsively reject the notion.

Interestingly, he turns slightly to face the corner before speaking further.

… Well don’t that just sound robotic. ‘Brainwash victim’ alarums go off again.

Jin has another small somber moment. This one feels less ‘messy emotions/wracked w/ guilt’ and more just… Sad. Regretful, too, but not the same exactly? This isn’t so much ‘what have I done?’ anymore as ‘I did this.’

He failed to try at all before. That’s not me being mean, that’s me saying I think that’s what’s going through his head. He might not be thrilled about fighting Horobi as Horobi, but bc he let them down before, he has to power through.

Naki: Do you think they’ll notice if we back towards the door?

Raiden: Trust me, I’m thinking about it.

They fight and Jin loses. Horobi’s got experience, a positively self-destructive lack of self preservation, and I do think Jin was holding back. Making himself fight Horobi as the Ark is one thing, he can just tell himself it’s the Ark, probably easier to be like ‘Horobi can’t be saved’ like that, too (even though Jin bloody reconnected them), but fighting Horobi as Horobi… That’s something else. Esp w/ the knowledge that Horobi is so blankly devoted to the Ark right now bc of something he did.

Jin kinda tries to shuffle away as Horobi approaches… I don’t blame him, that’s Takaiwa Seiji. Don’t fuck w/ Takaiwa Seiji.

Horobi says… But then just stands there, perfectly still, giving no indication that he intends to move, for another ten whole seconds (yes, I counted). He says that, but then doesn’t do anything. Almost like he’s hit a wall. And he has, hasn’t he? The Ark’s influence over him wants to erase anyone who defies it… But Horobi himself has shown multiple times that his actual instinct is to protect Jin. So what does he do when he has a chance to destroy someone vocally against the Ark, but… It’s Jin? He freezes, apparently.

Jin looks up at him like this, kinda pleadingly, and I like the idea that he’s looking… Essentially, for his father. Hesitation, feeling. Any reaction. But while I do see Horobi freezing as a sign of his inability to follow through w/ the threat… It also shows he has no idea how to follow that up. He can’t get beyond the instinctive ‘don’t do this.’ So he just starts playing statue again. That’s gotta be rough for Jin to see, esp w/ the knowledge that he contributed to rendering Horobi this messed up. Again.

When he sees nothing, he looks away again. Maybe trying to gather nerve in the face of the nigh zombie-like state he’s seeing his father in. We cut a few times between him and Horobi as he starts talking, between Jin being more emotional, and Horobi’s continually blank countenance.

Jin doesn’t look back up until he asks if killing him is something Horobi wants. This expression doesn’t read hopeful either way. Does he want Horobi to indicate it’s not, bc he wants his father to still care about him, or does he want Horobi to be upset that he tried to kill him, to show some sign of self worth/preservation? Hard to know, but it’s definitely pleading again.

Naturally, the first words that come to Horobi’s mind. And, yes, it is. The Ark wants detractors to disappear. But in this situation… That conflicts w/ what Horobi himself truly wants. And he reacts. He’s directly confront ed w/ a contradiction, w/ the realisation that the Ark’s will hasn’t completely replaced his own. He’s conditioned to follow the Ark’s will no matter what, he doesn’t want to kill Jin. He’s in disagreement w/ the Ark’s will. Big no no. What he’s saying ‘no’ to is a little unclear, but I like thinking that he’s realising he doesn’t want what the Ark would want. It’s also interesting how the focus shifts from him to Naki and Raiden. Presumably, they are effected by seeing Horobi be uncertain about the Ark’s will, and that contributes to everyone’s reactions.

I love Jin’s reaction to Horobi lowering the bow. He makes this emotional little sound, and watches the bow for a moment before looking anxiously up at Horobi—looking for a reaction again, if there’s anything more. But Horobi’s just… In a daze. I still don’t know if Jin is relieved by this, or if he was hoping Horobi would be personally angry at him. Kind of puts me in mind of a moment from Prince of Persia where Dastan tells his brother that the dagger rewinds time and then stabs himself, and when his brother uses it and tells Dastan he died right in front of him, Dastan’s reaction is a breathless ‘you used it!’ from the relief that his brother cared/trusted him enough. Jin’s reaction kind of makes me think of that, amazement and relief and even kind of gladness that he matters enough to Horobi that this would actually cause his father to waver from his brainwashing. Which, while really sweet and a testament to what Jin genuinely means to Horobi, is also heart breaking and shows off just what the Ark (and thus Gai, by creating it) took from them, that this is how we see that Jin is important to Horobi. It should just be bc he’s his dad, bc hugs and family times. But the Ark took that from them. It shows that Horobi cares about Jin, but it’s also glaring show of what they lost/missed out on bc of the Ark.

There’s also something else about Jin’s reaction if you look closely at his hands.

His right hand shifts, lifting up slightly, like his first instinct was to reach out to Horobi, try to solidify whatever’s happening—but in the end, he doesn’t commit, and…

Horobi wanders off, in some sort of confused trance. We don’t see his face at all here.

It’s been pointed out to me that these two are always reaching out to each other and never quite making it, and… Accurate. Feels like yet another example of just how badly they’ve been fucked over and what was taken from them. I just really hope they finally get to connect before… Whatever happens.

#Kamen Rider Zero-One #Kamen Rider Zero One #Zero-One Spoilers #Zero One Spoilers #my precious evil stoic scorpion dad #Zero-One Over Analysis #The Gawas will be the Death of Me #there's probably so much more I can say that escaped my brain #but I started feeling really sick part way through this #still do so #we'll take it easy #Binary Retro Rider

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I love you endlessly | Cordelia Goode x reader

author’s note: i’ve been working on this one for a while, friends. this is a cordelia x reader one-shot ft. reader having an eating disorder and cordelia realizing this and basically loving tf out of her. this is something that i’ve wanted to write for so long and started planning months ago. when i joined this fandom, i looked for something similar to this and couldn’t find it - so naturally, i had to write my own. please be mindful that this could be triggering for some. it also includes some mature themes and a hell of a lot of love. i wanna thank my friends, esp @echoesout for encouraging me to stumble out of my writer’s block and always want to say a biiiig 😍😘 @remuspolaris for giving me the soft and gentle mindset that i needed to be able to write something like this. the word count is: 3,156 i hope it helps someone out, thanks a lot for reading.

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"Honey?" Hearing the word panicked you. You didn't think anyone would even be awake that early - certainly not Cordelia. Why would she be roaming the halls so early in the morning? Why hadn't the sink drowned out the sounds? You flushed the toilet and rinsed out your mouth, trying your hardest to not look as terrible as you felt. She knocked again and leaned her small frame against the door. "Honey, please let me in." You unlocked the door to worried eyes scanning the room, searching for answers. "Are you sick?" she asked next, her eyes scanning from the toilet seat to the stained towel on the sink. "No, I - no, I'm okay," you lied. "I thought maybe I needed to vomit, but I didn't, so." Cordelia's eyes locked on the vomit colored stain exposed on the towel. "Are you sure that you're feeling okay?" she asked. "Yeah," you answered cautiously. The worried expression didn't want to leave the older witch's face. She stepped forward to feel your forehead. "I'm fine," you said defensively. "I just want to see if you have a fever." You pulled back again, away from Cordelia's grasp. "I'm fine, Delia. I'm fine." The defensiveness caught her off guard, but she didn't really have a choice. She had to accept that, even if you'd been acting strangely.

Breakfast that morning went a little strange too. Something didn't sit well with Cordelia, but she couldn't obsess over that. She didn't want to air out your business, even if what happened at breakfast made the knots in her stomach a little worse. It didn't take much for the Supreme's wondering eyes to pick up on the little fact that you weren't eating. She noticed nearly everything. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach, but she wouldn't embarrass you in front of the others. With each meal, she could tell you hadn't been consuming your food and had planned to confront you that night.

You'd been avoiding Delia all day and didn't know how much longer you could get away with it. Things had been going so well with your relationship and the guilt of lying to the girl that you really loved the most, maybe even the only girl you'd ever loved - killed you inside. The anxiety-filled you and sometime after you'd skipped dinner and before bedtime, you'd managed to sneak off to the kitchen. It started with a bagel. Then a piece of cake. That led to candy and baby carrots and chips and whatever you could get your hands on to fill the void. Anything that would help the guilt to subside. Bingeing only backfired, though. Your guilt for lying to Cordelia only turned into guilt over your appearance.

You stood in the bedroom, picking and pulling at your features, reminding yourself of all the parts you hated the most. You had to keep all of this a secret from Cordelia. If she learned what you were insecure about, wouldn't she see you that way too? Your thoughts had no choice but to come to an abrupt stop when she knocked gently and walked in. "I didn't see you in the library. Everything okay?" the Supreme asked. "Oh yeah, I snuck downstairs," you responded casually. "What were you looking for down there?" she questioned. "An apple," you lied. Cordelia didn't believe you but nodded anyway. "Let's go to bed. Sleep with me tonight?" she asked. Cordelia began undressing, feeling your eyes on her as she stood in her lingerie. You suddenly felt sick, thinking of all the food you'd consumed. "Love?" You reluctantly climbed into bed with Cordelia, knowing you needed to act as normal as possible. "I wanted to talk with you about something," Cordelia started to say. You tried to avoid her gaze, but knew you couldn't for long. "I - honey, I saw the stain on the towel, I noticed you wouldn't eat today," she started to say, hoping to word things in a way that wouldn't hurt or offend you. "What do you mean? I ate today," you retorted. "Not with everyone else." You huffed. "What stain?" Cordelia tensed a little. You hated when she did that, knowing that only happened during stressful situations. "The vomit stain on your bathroom towel this morning," she elaborated. "Now I don't want to upset you or accuse you, but I'm worried. I've been worried all day. You don't look good, you don't look like yourself." Unfortunately, your mind only heard 'you don't look good'. You blinked back the hurt tears in your eyes. "Maybe it's none of your business," you mumbled. "Maybe it is my business because I love you and don't want to see you hurting, especially in silence." You swallowed hard. She really didn't get it, did she? "You'd never even understand," you mumbled irritably. Cordelia watched you with concerned eyes. You knew in some way that you were being mean. "And for the record, I know that I don't look good," you muttered. The older witch extended her arm, placing a hand against your own arm. "Why would you say something like that? You always look good." You shrugged Cordelia away roughly, causing a hurt expression to come across the older woman's face. "What wouldn't I understand?" she questioned again. You still didn't want to tell her and wondered if you could get away with dropping the subject. Your gaze dropped to the blanket and a sick feeling settled within you. "God," you thought. All that food sickened you too. "I - I need to go to the bathroom," you suddenly stated. "There's one right here," Delia pointed out. "I mean, I need to go downstairs," you stuttered, standing quickly. With a simple raise of her hand, the Supreme shut and locked the door and tears began to well in your eyes. "What the hell is going on?" Cordelia asked, a little sternly. The worried look in her eyes only intensified with each peculiar statement and action. The tears only accumulated in your eyes, your throat closing up slightly at the entire situation you'd found yourself in. You could feel Cordelia's steady gaze and her watchful and concerned expression watching your own. You noticed your heartbeat thudding in your ears and could feel your blood pulsing through your veins at an alarming rate. You could almost taste the food coming back up your throat and did everything in your power to prevent that from happening. The lightest of touches grazed your hand's back and you knew you couldn't hold it in any longer.

"I - I can't stand myself," you finally admitted aloud. "I can't stand myself," you whispered, anger laced in your tone. You wouldn't dare to even take a quick glance at Cordelia's face. You swallowed hard. "I -" you stammered, your mind fumbling over every thought you had. The tears started to flow to your dismay and it only took mere seconds for Cordelia to wrap an arm around you, pulling you in as close as she possibly could. A swift finger dried a few tears that had managed to trickle down your left cheek. "You can tell me anything," the older witch reassured you. "I am by your side no matter what." You sucked in a deep breath, wishing you could curl up with the woman you loved, instead of having to share something like that. "I - I don't want you to think," you started to explain. "Think what?" she asked. "I don't want you to think that I'm disgusting." Your eyes squeezed shut at what you'd said and you suddenly weren't so sure if you could catch your breath. "Listen, listen to me. I could never, ever think that. You are so beautiful," Cordelia expressed in a very loving yet firm tone. You shut your eyes, allowing your shoulders to shrug away from the older witch. "I don't like my body. I hate my body. I do things sometimes that I think will make it easier, but something I really don't think that anything will work," you admitted, barely above a whisper. "Was that your vomit on the towel?" Cordelia cautiously asked. "Yeah. I - I didn't want you to know I feel this way, I didn't want to risk causing you to realize that I'm - that I'm gross," you said brokenly. Your tone and words shattered Cordelia's heart. How hadn't she figured it out?

"I'm going to need you to listen very carefully to what I have to say, okay?" she asked. You barely nodded. "There isn't anything in this world, nothing that you could tell me that would ever make me believe that you're any of these terrible things you've been painting yourself to be and it breaks my heart that you've been dealing with this alone. I don't see -" she began to say. "See? What do you mean you don't see? Everyone can see it all the time. I hate everything. My arms, my legs, my face, my stomach," you listed off angrily. "How can't you see it?" The older witch set a hand on you tenderly. "And how can't you see how gorgeous you are?" Cordelia asked. "If only I could show you what I see when I look at you," she carefully spoke. "You are the most beautiful person in the world to me. The things you hate, I couldn't love more," she admitted, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. You finally looked to Cordelia. "That's easy for you to say - you've never had to see me naked." Cordelia knew she didn't need to see that to know you were incredibly attractive. "I know your heart - and that tells me everything I've ever needed to know." The thudding in your chest had slowed down substantially until you heard those words. In a split second, you'd placed a hand over the Supreme's jaw, cupping it tenderly as you leaned in - your lips crashing against her own. The kiss surprised Delia, but she wouldn't dare pull away, never from one of your kisses. Cordelia's hand slid up your arm, her fingertips gently trickling up and causing instantaneous goosebumps along your skin. You breathed quickly and subtly as your hold on the older witch tightened. Your tongue slid lovingly against Cordelia's, tasting every inch of her mouth.

When you pulled away to catch your breath, the Supreme peppered kisses against the sensitive skin near your pulse point, hitting every spot to drive you wild. When Cordelia asked if she could take her shirt off, you definitely didn't argue - you encouraged her. Your hands explored the older woman's arms, not being able to detect a single imperfection on her skin. Cordelia's warm breath settled against your ear and the more she nibbled, the more you felt. "Delia," you groaned. "You know what I'd love to do?" she whispered. You had an idea, but you'd never done that with her before - mostly due to your own insecurities. "I would love to spend all the time in the world showing you how much I love you, how much I love your body. How I love the things that keep you alive, how proud I am of your body for knowing what you need and always taking care of you," she whispered into your ear. Her breath against your skin caused your lower stomach to tremble. "I'm scared," you were ashamed to admit. Cordelia lifted her head, brushing her fingertips lightly across your cheek. "You don't have to be scared with me, I love you endlessly."

She'd started at the top, pressing kisses along your hairline, soft and steady. She traveled to your forehead, leaving wet and gentle kisses, pressing air light smooches over your eyelids and whispering sweet nothings about how your eyes work so you can see all the beauty the world has to offer. She pressed a soft kiss to your nose, reminding you of how your nose allows you to smell amazing things - flowers in the greenhouse, bagels in the morning and Cordelia's own perfume. She trailed her way over to each ear, reminding you of all the glorious sounds your ears could hear; music, voices, dogs panting and babies giggling. She nibbled the outer part of both of your ears, pressing gentle kisses and sweet nibbles to the exposed skin. The older witch moved her lips to your cheeks, giving them love as she passed by. You wondered if she could feel the warmth of your growing blush. Cordelia didn't stay for long though, moving on to your chin. That made you a little uneasy - not as much as other places, but with each gentle press of her lips, you could almost feel that insecurity melt away. At least with Cordelia. It didn't surprise you in the slightest when a quick "oops, how could I forget this?" left her mouth and you'd suddenly been granted the best kiss of your life. You could taste every inch of her mouth with your own and it only made you want more. "Think of all the smart, lovely words that have left these lips," she mumbled against your mouth. "Think of all that you do, all you impact. All that you taste; food, water - and me." Kisses trailed down your jawline, each one sending a flutter directly to your heart. She started to pepper kisses down your neck but struggled to gain access to all the space she wanted. You noticed that too and a part of you so badly wanted to let her in. You loved her and you trusted her.

"Are you sure?" she asked once you'd given her the green light. You helped her to remove your shirt, carefully covering the newly revealed skin with a blanket. Now that she had the room, she maneuvered her way down your neck, nipping and kissing and even sucking a little at the exposed skin. Merely tracing her fingertip over your collarbone sent a series of shivers down your spine. It took everything in you to not fold yourself into Cordelia right there and then. Your arms came next. Delia started with your fingers, taking her sweet time with each one, reminding you of all the good things you could do with your hands - even things you hadn't used them for yet. She moved her lips over your veins, tracing each on that led up to your arm. She kissed over the tired skin, reminding you that your arms were strong. They could hold loved ones, carry things, and help you do daily things that people often take for granted. She reminded you that it didn't matter how they looked to you or anyone else - because arms are arms and nothing more or less.

Despite not having full access to it, the older witch managed to straddle your lower half so she could focus on the rest of your body. Her eyes settled on the cleavage she could see from her viewpoint. "You are gorgeous," she breathed. "Is this okay?" she asked, watching you nod before placing one hand strategically to cup your breast. "If you ever have a child, these will help feed them," she pointed out. "They could never be too big or too little - they're perfect just the way they were given to you." Your eyes shut for a moment while Cordelia moved her hand to your chest. "And even though I can't see it and no one can outwardly, this keeps you alive. And each time you go through any trial or tribulation, it keeps beating and the sun always comes up the next morning, doesn't it?" You blinked back the tears in your eyes, nodding slightly. She scooted a tiny bit, allowing herself room to touch your torso. She placed a tiny kiss over your heart, before trailing her fingertips over each of your ribs, feeling the bones underneath your skin. Her hands trailed down your sides, sending shiver after shiver down your spine - tingles everywhere. You grew fearful when her fingers inched closer, even despite all that Cordelia had done, you were still concerned that she wouldn't be so sure about you once she saw all of you. She'd finally reached your stomach, something that made you increasingly nervous. "Breathe," Cordelia reminded you. "I love you. I love every little thing about you - don't worry about a single thing." So you closed your eyes, feeling your love trace her fingers over your body's imperfections. And then her lips, feeling the swarm of butterflies fill your insides with each kiss, raspberry, or make she'd leave upon your tender skin. How loved Cordelia finally made you feel, how comfortable you felt in your own skin.

With a kiss or two underneath your belly button, Cordelia placed a hand on the waistband of your pants. "May I?" she asked. You nodded once, feeling a tingle below your waist and had to bite your lip. She trailed kisses down your stomach and stopped when she reached your underwear. She slid her hands down your legs, feeling the shivers echo through your body. Cordelia placed kisses over your skin, smoothing her lips over any imperfections she felt, soaking each one up in love. Her hands found their way to your thighs, slowly trickling closer and closer. Your lower stomach ached with need, wishing you could pull her into you. She left wet and hot kisses against your inner thighs, causing you to push back against the bed, a soft moan leaving your lips. When Cordelia's hand cupped you and she could physically feel how wet she'd made you, she knew it'd be cruel to make you wait any longer.

"How do you feel?" That was a good question. You felt a lot; loved, accepted, relieved. "I just love you," you chose breathlessly, curling against Cordelia's side. She smoothed out your hair, looking you over in the dark. The older woman closed her eyes, taking solace in the way she could feel your steady breathing. "I would be foolish to expect a little lovemaking to fix all of your problems, but I'd like to remind you that we're in this together. I want to help you through this. What you've been doing isn't safe and I think deep down you know that." You opened your eyes, giving Cordelia an emotional stare. "Okay," you whispered. "I'm going to need you for a long time. I'm going to need you to let me help you. I'm going to need you to be kinder to yourself and I'm sure this is all hard for you. I'm not leaving your side, okay? I know you don't know how to do this on your own." The witch reached over to wipe the tears from your face. "I love you, Delia," you whispered. "And I love you. We're going to get through this together, I promise."

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alo-piss-trancy · 5 years ago

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hello! do u have any omo hcs for any mha chars? if not, that's okay :) btw some of the stuff u posted from a while back was from homestuck, just wanted to point that out ig- have a good day!!

To answer your other thing first, yeah I know hom/estuck! :D I never got super into the fandom side of it or even finished reading it unfortunately bc it's just SO LONG (I got up to some point in the middle of Act 4 or 5 I think? That was years ago though). I know the 4 kids and the first batch of trolls around their age (K/arkat and all of them) but once it gets to the older ones from that other timeline or whatever I got lost and only really know about D/irk and Ja/ke haha. I've still tried to avoid spoilers about the stuff I didn't read and the ending and such since maybe one day I'll have nothing else to read and finish it lol. The most interaction I really do with it nowadays is reading the occasional omo fic or looking at art because the piss side of that fandom was chock-full of quality content (and in some places still MAKING IT ) that I'm still working my way through.

But you didn't ask about that you asked about SUPERHEROES! SO HERE WE GO! :D

I've posted a few for certain popular chars like De/ku, Baku/gou, and Tod/oroki before (which I will reblog right after answering this in case you'd like to see those), so I'll do a few of my favourites this time!

M/ina (aka pink bae) :

* Pretty big bladder, but not a high tolerance for pain after a certain point. As soon as she feels a nagging urge she usually just goes instead of waiting. She can technically hold a lot/for a long time if need be, but it really bothers her and psyches her out.

* Drinks WAY too much soda. Not that it really affects her bladder, it's just unhealthy lol

* Very whiny and vocal when she needs to go. At first jokingly/to vent her annoyance, then if she's desperate enough it's solely to distract herself because somehow talking about it is easier than struggling in silence. Groans really exaggeratedly to show how annoyed she is.

* Super bouncy, like hopping up and down on her toes or bouncing in her seat in class/on the bus. Tugs the hem of her shirt down to cover or places her hands to the front of her bladder and presses while doubled over/bouncing on toes. You know that kind of stuff.

* Doesn't really grab her actual crotch unless dying. She'll press her knees together/grind her thighs though, or rut against the edge of her chair

* She tends to sweat/get flushed when super desperate/straining, and if she's especially nervous she might lose control of her quirk enough for her feet to slip in a light bit of acid. Usually she can keep the quirk under wraps even while bursting though.

* If she wet in public/in front of important people, she'd be pretty embarrassed and would take a few days to get over it. But if it's in front of friends she doesn't mind as much. It's still an uncomfortable experience but she can usually find a way to turn it into a joke with everyone instead of them laughing at her expense. She has a good sense of humor about it and hey, at least she finally got to pee.

* Will pretty much pee anywhere. Boy's bathroom, outdoors, a bucket, whatever. The only time she'll hesitate or refuse is if it's super gross.

* Has gone in the pool once to see if the rumor was true. Only once though.

* Probably doesn't have an omo kin/k, but is open to experimenting either way.

Toko/yami (birb boi) :

* Tiny bladder (like smaller than De/ku's). Gets squirmy shortly after a single juice box or small soda. Cannot get through drinking a large-sized drink without multiple potty breaks. Mostly sticks to water except for rare treats because caffeine goes through him so fast.

* Very self-conscious and shy because of said tiny bladder. Doesn't like looking weak or seeming baby-ish compared to his peers and def doesn't want to have to ask multiple times on long trips or classes, so he tries his best to monitor his liquid intake and sneak away when everyone is busy. This usually works out okay since he's so good at hiding out in corners/being quiet, but it's becoming harder now that he has /gasp/ friends who want to keep tabs on him or include him in stuff. He would low-key rather die than tell anyone he has to go at all, let alone if he has to go really REALLY badly. Dorm sleepovers will be hell.

* He isn't really pee-shy as far as public bathrooms go, but if he has to take an emergency pee outside or smth he has a hard time going, esp if he has someone with him trying to stand guard. Some people probably like to joke that because he's part animal he can go outside whenever he wants. That is Not The Case and it isn't funny

* Da/rk Shadow, on the other hand, gives no fucks and will try his best to force birdy to say something or blurt it out himself. Mostly at very embarrassing and inconvenient times with crowds, or hollering at everyone to wake up and move out of the way during said sleepover in the middle of the night when To/koyami is trying to sneak past the maze of sleeping bags to get to the bathroom quietly. Da/rk Shadow would be lying if he said he didn't get a bit of amusement from making birdy boi so embarrassed, but at his core he also does it because he's concerned the poor guy's gonna hurt himself testing his limits so often, and he would be even more embarrassed if he wet himself so HE'S DOING HIM A FAVOUR REALLY.

* Mostly fidgets with his legs. Lots of jiggling and partial bouncing and shifting weight from foot-to-foot. Crossed whenever he's sitting. Squeezing and rubbing thighs together, the whole she-bang. If he's alone and it gets this bad you can count on a full-blown potty dance.

* If he really has to keep up a good impression and can't afford to let anyone know, he can stop the fidgeting, but pretty much only by standing stock-still and straight and not really moving. His whole body ends up shaking from the strain though so it isn't actually that much of a cover

* If he's literally about to pee himself/knows he has to hold it for a LONG time with no other options he'll cave and hold himself really tight, but he seriously has to be on the verge of a full blown accident before he'll dare do this. Even around close friends he'd usually rather just try his best to keep his legs together and put up with the few leaks praying they don't notice.

* He leaks a LOT of tiny trickling leaks. He never loses control in one big gush, it just keeps dribbling out and he stops it for like half a minute and then it starts again, rinse and repeat each time more agonizing than the last until he finally loses full control and the rests hisses out.

* He tries to be quiet when desperate but the worse it gets the more he starts to let out little whimpers and moans, which can then devolve into incoherent rambling. By the time he's about to lose it he's basically Izu/ku levels of chatter, albeit much much quieter.

*When he does finally let go completely (whether that's in the bathroom or in his pants lol) he definitely has those fullbody pee shivers. You know the lil shudder all the way up his spine, complete with the softest little moan and his eyes slipping shut? His head feathers floof up for a second when he does it and it's adorable.

* If he wets he's going to be completely mortified. He doesn't cry (openly at least, his eyes will be watery), but he isn't as good at maintaining a stoic facade as Tod/oroki could. He's shaky and his words come off broken, he can't quite calm his breath hitching. Depending on the witness, he might try to BS an excuse to leave immediately and pretend it didn't just happen, not confronting them for several days until he's tracked down. Or he might break down enough to be unsure how to leave/end up staying to be comforted.

* probably doesn't have a ki/nk for it himself but would hold/wet for a partner. I don't care how edgy he looks he's 100% a SUB

* Da/rk Shadow would enjoy being the dom and even have birdy hold for him maybe, using his shadow powers to poke and tease at his bladder

Ts/u (froggy) :

* BIG bladder. Is that friend who never seems to have to pee no matter how long you've been hanging out. She also has a decent pain tolerance and keeps control fairly well. It takes a lot to push her into a state where she's at risk of wetting.

* Always well-hydrated. Always. Mostly water, juice, or tea, she doesn't drink soda very often. Doesn't mind it though and the caffeine doesn't seem to affect her much, but the fizzing's weird.

* She doesn't really give outward signs of desperation. She doesn't bounce around or grab herself. The most she'll do is press her thighs together, or cross legs if she's sitting. Usually she just tries to stand still and focus on keeping control, and will be less talkative. Usually she's very observant of her peers and the situations around her, so her classmates can tell something's up when she gets like this and keeps missing details or not joining conversations.

* Still appears pretty calm, even when bursting. You'd have to know her very well to tell that she's nervous.

* Not shy at all about asking/leaving to go when needed, unless it's an extremely formal or serious situation. Even so, if genuinely close to wetting she'd excuse herself or find a way to take care of it.

* If desperate during an actual hero mission, she would intentionally wet herself as soon as the need started affecting her performance. Pride isn't worth making errors and putting others' lives at risk, and taking time to find a hiding place/get out of her costume wouldn't be an option.

* No problem going outside or in odd receptacles, even around friends. She's not going to go out in the open, but has no problem going while someone keeps watch or asking for a bottle during a long bus ride.

* Pretty chill about going in water, but still has standards. In the shower/further out in the ocean where it doesn't affect people? Perfectly fine. In the pool or a closed lake where people are hanging out? That just makes you a jerk. River? Depends on whether it's a super clean stream or already gross, and where it leads to.

* No omo ki/nk to speak of. Pretty confused about it, but perfectly chill with giving it a try if someone asks.

Kyo/ka (earphone girl) :

* Average bladder. High pain tolerance. Can hold for a while longer if necessary, but she'll struggle/wet eventually.

* Not shy at all about leaving/asking, barring special circumstances. Not a fan about going in weird places/outdoors, but will if she has to. She'll gripe about it though.

* Doesn't get nervous so much as frustrated when desperate. She's the type to bang on the door to snap at someone to hurry up, or yell at the bus driver to pull over before she soaks their seat. Her squirming is mainly just leg crossing or jiggling when seated, foot tapping when standing. Lots of sighing/growling and grumbling to take her mind off of it.

* If she's genuinely close to losing control though or in one of those special circumstances, she won't be nearly as frustrated. Instead she gets unusually shy and quiet, withdrawing to the corner and trying to stay unnoticed while she squirms and whines under her breath.

* Will only grab herself once she's on the verge of losing it. This is when she gets truly nervous and starts to panic.

* Wetting is embarrassing no matter what, but her reaction heavily depends on the circumstances. Close friends can comfort her after some sulking and then she can kind of chuckle about it. Regular peers get some threats not to talk about it, then she'll withdraw for a few days before she can get over it. Strangers she just tries to get out of there ASAP and wants to crawl under a rock

* Probably has a pretty big omo kin/k (mostly seeing others desperate, but sometimes indulges herself), but she's super embarrassed about it. You'd have to work real hard to get her to bring it up/ask you to participate. If she can though, oh boy is she gonna be into it. She gets a real thrill out of the dominant side of it, teasing people and watching them squirm (she's a very affectionate dom so expect some kisses and hugs while she casually straddles your bladder), breaking down their defenses until they lose control just for her. She does love being the sub on occasion though, it's nice to be the one flustered and nervous/having to be coddled for a change since she's usually so chill and tough.

Ko/da (animal whisperer) :

* Average bladder despite his large stature. Not overly weak, not overly strong. Mild pain tolerance. Can force himself to hold on for an exceptionally long time if necessary, but will be much weaker and prone to accidents afterwards.

* Pretty dang shy about asking/leaving, and is also legit bladdershy in public restrooms unless they're completely empty. Usually holds it during classes and then slips back to his dorm room's private restroom during lunch hour. Once he grows comfortable enough around certain friends he can use their dorm/house bathrooms, but that still takes some coaxing and a lot of visits to ease into it.

* He actually has less trouble going outside as long as there's plenty of cover and nobody's around (like a forest or smth). Animals don't judge the way people do. It's definitely not his first choice, but between say, a campground public bathroom and the woods, he'll take the woods.

* While most of his classmates/teachers in 1-A have gotten to know him enough to understand most of his miming communication, when he has to spend time with other classes/teachers or strangers in town, it can be a struggle. He's much more hesitant to 'speak up' about his need in the first place, and even once he does they don't really understand at first and it gets really embarrassing (short of doing an actual potty dance or starting to leak they might not figure it out in time). Sometimes he just writes it down instead/types it on his phone, which helps, but he's so used to charade communication that half the time he forgets that's an option.

* He tries not to be too obvious about his need when desperate, but isn't the best at hiding it. He gets really sweaty and can't quite wipe the nervous expression off his face, and his body posture is really tense and shaky. To be fair, he looks nervous a lot of the time, so most people might not pick up on the exact reason unless they know him well.

* When it gets REALLY bad he starts to squirm a little, pressing his knees together or rocking on his heels, shuffling in his seat, or the classic 'both hands gripping the edge of the chair with legs on either side, but you're not actually grabbing your crotch so it isn't obvious right?'. Any further and he'll do the actual crotch grab and a full potty dance, complete with tears budding in the corners of his eyes and little whining hums and whimpers.

* If he wets, he will be completely humiliated. Horribly ashamed, trying to clean up the mess but with no idea how, crying and on the verge of panic. That's all just alone. Have it happen in front of friends or in public and it's even worse, because now they're all gonna think he's a baby and not cool like them and he doesn't know whether to keep apologizing/crying or run away to hide forever.

* Luckily he's pretty easy to comfort once people try. He won't learn to laugh about it or anything but if people convince him they aren't mad or gonna make fun of him, he can meekly accept the offer to hang out or go back to join whatever group he left once he's cleaned up and had time to decompress.

* Doesn't really have an omo kin/k, but is a big sub with a humiliation kin/k so he could go along with it for his partner. He kinda likes the whole squirmy, blushy side of it and all the comfort and spoiling he gets afterwards uvu

Pi/xie Bob (blonde kitty teacher from the summer camp arc) :

* I actually don't have many for her since she was only in a few episodes, I just think she's really cute and cool

* Probably pretty good bladder capacity and strength to hold. High pain tolerance and endurance

* Would wet during a mission to avoid making mistakes bc she's a professional and isn't that embarrassed in the moment, but she thinks it's kinda gross and will shower ASAP afterwards. Also because her group is kind of idol-esque so there's a reputation on the line.

* Will go outdoors without much fuss if she needs to, but definitely prefers more civilized accommodations. You know she's got a nicer private bathroom than whatever general camp one the others have to use. Pros get privileges.

* Bounces/whines a lot when desperate and kind of paws at her crotch without really grabbing it. Lots of leg crossing and wriggling/hunching over. Only when by herself or with her close friends though. If she's in Pro-Hero mode trying to make good impressions or teaching camps, she can mask her needs remarkably well to focus on the task at hand. She forgets what she's saying periodically or has a shakier smile, but that's about it.

* FYI those giant cat paw gloves make getting a decent grip on her crotch imPAWsible

* Wetting is kind of embarrassing but she's also super relieved so it kind of balances out. Unless it happened live on tv or smth she'd probably be able to get over it pretty quickly. In front of any camper students she'd be embarrassed on the inside, but not let the flustering show. Instead she turns it into a teachable moment.

* Could have an omo kin/k or could not. We don't know a ton about her so I like flexible hcs.

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