#finally locked down some colours i like for these two so thats cute

[sticks-stones-sonic-insanity]

"Shadow?"

"Hm?"

"Thanks for staying out here with me."

"... anytime, Sonic. I actually think I could get used to this..."

Day 2, prompt 14

[softness-and-shattering]

I posted 13,762 times in 2022

That's 13,762 more posts than 2021!

163 posts created (1%)

13,599 posts reblogged (99%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 2,908 of my posts in 2022

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#nona the ninth spoilers - 152 posts

#the locked tomb - 132 posts

#nona the ninth - 130 posts

#nona save - 127 posts

#find later - 125 posts

#saveforref tlt - 111 posts

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#plus the whole background of medical terms being used casually + negatively waters down the meaning + makes it insulting rather than neutral

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I appreciate Wendell and Wild for saying ‘deadnaming isnt just some Special Snowflake trans issue, its shitty to call anyone a name they dont like.”

73 notes - Posted November 24, 2022

#4

Ok so Hexum is smuggling same-sized crates that come from Wildemount.

Hytroga has what is meant to look like a damaged beacon.

Ashtons memory goes fuzzy from the moment the box opened.

Ashton seems to have their rages influenced by Dunamanctic powers.

What if Hexum is transporting Beacons?

Possibly Ashton is consecuted and like, came back to himself at that moment.

More interesting, maybe, what if they have a piece of Beacon lodged in their skull?!

Furthermore, this is wild conjecture, following the consecuted theory, maybe when the old soul started showing itself is when they started turning to rock? I dont remember if the soul comes back/makes itself known around puberty, or if its younger.

What if he has a piece of a beacon in his head y'all? He does always describe the head crack as the place the rage-specific colours come from.

With the help of @pinnacle-ferring

96 notes - Posted April 27, 2022

#3

Let Me Further Break Your Heart - Gideon the Ninth Structure Analysis

Some Gideon the Ninth analysis by way of writing analysis, just for fun. No spoilers for Harrow the Ninth or Nona; for current purposes Im essentially treating Gideon as a stand-alone. Spoilers all the way through for Gideon the Ninth though. This is your enormous spoiler warning. 

Intro:

Im slowly slowly getting back into writing after being very into it for a long time which was followed by a long break in which I was too disabled/tired/brain-fogged to write. So Im poking back around Writing Excuses and Im reminded of this* concept of (I think) Mary Robinette Kowal’s, that treats pacing a lot like programming.  

The concept being, when you end a conflict, the timing of that resolution has to match the timing of when you introduced it. The example they use is an A-plot B-plot detective romance.

If the detective walks into the room, inspects the evidence, then notices a hot journalist also in the room, thats an A-whodunnit and a B-romance. The first conflict is the mystery, the second is the romance,  therefore the romance needs to be resolved before the mystery is solved.

[requisite disclaimer that the rules exist as guides and you can always break them if it works better for your art, and that something does not have to be intentionally written a certain way for meaning to be drawn from it, within reason]

If the detective walks into the room, spots the cute detective, then examines the evidence, thats an A-romance and a B-whodunnit. That means the mystery needs to be solved before the relationship is confirmed.

And this works with as many plot/character/mystery threads as you have in a story, not just two. 

Enter The Locked Tomb:

What I just discovered while pulling that quote was that my original framing was that Gideon escaping was the first conflict, and the epilogue is simply an epilogue, a teaser for the next book, and exempt from the bracketing system. But actually no, the first conflict, broadly speaking, is “Who the heck is this Lord, what the heck is this setting?”.  And our final scene is finally meeting god and the promise of learning more about the world than just the Ninth and Canaan House. Huh.

So because my mind is in Locked-Tomb-Blorbo-Land, my mind immediately goes to the first line of Gideon the Ninth: 

“In the Myriadic year of our Lord - the ten thousandth year of the King Undying, the kindly Prince of Death! - Gideon Nav packed her sword, her shoes, and her dirty magazines, and she escaped from the House of the Ninth.”

Simple. Harrow is the Ninth. She is literally 200 sons and daughters of her house, their entire future. She is their youngest generation, the youngest person full stop, and their heir, their leader, their Reverend Daughter. 

Back to Gideon:  She’s a fighter, she’s practical, and well, she’s horny, and her objective is to get away from the Ninth. We soon learn this is her 33rd attempt of her lifelong objective to leave, because she absolutely loathes this place. If she doesn’t leave there will be no escape even in death, as her body will be used to work and clean and grow wilted food. 

And yet, the last we see of her in this book is sacrificing herself, a ghost of herself helping Harrow, and then she’s dead and gone. How does that solve her wanting to leave the Ninth?

I was just listening to @onefleshonepod, episode 5, “What’s With The Skulls”, wherein Kabriya and Bailey point out that by Chapter 10, when Gideon rescues Harrow from the lab with Palamedes and Camilla, she’s thinking of Harrow as “her necromancer”, and does all in her power to save Harrow, even while thinking to herself that she would delight in Harrow’s death. She’s growing attached, but she is far from ready to admit that to herself. 

And in the beginning, Gideon absolutely loathes Harrow, a feeling which is mutual. She hates the Ninth, she hates its heiress, she wants nothing to do with any of them. 

But the thing is, with a story hook, it can go one of a few ways in resolving satisfactorily. The hook is that Gideon wants to escape. Possible resolutions are:

1.  She physically escapes and has a life with which she is content.

2. She physically escapes but never psychologically is able to leave it all behind.

3. She does not escape and is doomed to eternal misery (that would be a straight-up tragedy)

4. She does not escape, but rather becomes content or happy with the status quo. 

And number 4 is exactly what happens. 

And they fight together seamlessly, proudly and aggressively of the Ninth, totally in sync with each other.

The pool scene is of course the central turning point, when Gideon finally has all the information it takes to truly understand Harrow, and to forgive her. Then of course by the battle with Cytherea in the lobby, Gideon is back with the trusty two-hander that she stashed away, and we get from Harrow “I said a necromancer alone. I have you. We bring hell”, followed by: “Nav, show them what the Ninth House does”

“We do bones motherfucker!”

And then, as she is about to sacrifice herself for Harrow, believing that this course of action was the only sensible thing left to do, we get this passage:

‘She mentally found herself all of a sudden in front of the doors of Drearburgh-four years old again, and screaming-and all her fear and hate of them went away. Drearburgh was empty. There was no Crux. There were no godawful great-aunts. There were no restless corpses, no strangers in coffins, no dead parents. Instead, she was Drearburgh. She was Gideon Nav, and Nav was a Niner name. She took the whole, putrid, quiet, filth-strewn madness of the place, and she opened her doors to it. Her hands were no shaking anymore.

 ‘WHAM-WHAM-WHAM. The structure bowed and creaked. Big chunks were falling away now, letting in wide splotches of sunlight. She felt movement behind her, but she was faster.

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120 notes - Posted May 29, 2022

#2

I really want Asmodeus to be genuine. If he's playing Zerxus, thats a character and story we've all seen a million times before. A genuinely caring devil who possibly misunderstood what effect his gift would had, or thinks the effect is what he intended and is for the genuine benefit of humanity, who really truly believes that; thats a character Ive not seen before. Thats a different kind of tragedy. Someone trying to help and being scorned forever because his gift wasnt taken in the spirit it was offered. And thousands of years later he's still reviled, but he's not evil. Id really like that to be the story being told here.

131 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The Gau Dreshari Head Druid, around a century ago, to the head of the Magisterium: Look, I may or may not trust you personally but I certainly dont trust the wizards of your city as a whole. I will not answer anything more about the Arboreal Calix, please stop asking, thanks.

Laerryn Coromar-Seelie, who literally wants to stop the Calix doing its thing because its taking up "her" energy and throwing off her calculation of extraplanar travel (which may in fact be the entire purpose of the Calix): Im different, they would definitely trust me, Im worthy.

Patia Po'rco, granddaughter of the legendary wizard who raised the city, keeper of the Librarian Incatatum, owner/keeper of the Palazzo Po'rco, the family home/historical city monument where all the most important people in the city are currently partying; who earlier in the day had one of the seven rulers of the city with his apprentice fondly and confusedly recounting stories of her grandfather and showing personal interest in her work: People who've had everything handed to them dont know what its like to fight, so theyre weak; we have fought, we are worthy.

Look if theres something you can say about our wizard women, its that they have absolutely zero self awareness. Love that for them. Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss Ghor Dranas!

422 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

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Rabbit. Chapter Two Part Two

Draco x Hufflepuff reader

Tags; @khemz1312 @trashyvicks @dracoslittlesunflower @dracmalf0y-dm @rosiehufflepuff @goofygobber @shinsouscatpisssmell

W!Heavy Ptsd, mental freak outs. Hearing voices, blood, bruises, cuts. Draco trying to convince himself he’s fine. Refusing to ask for help. Mental instability. The voices are the Dementors

After two years in Azkaban for how he treated you he was finally free. The only thing keeping him going was you. Now finally reunited with his Rabbit he thinks things will go easier for him. But Draco is struggling mentally and refusing to ask for help, but his only hope might be the person he despises the most

Draco did not return to the bedroom, he ran his hands under the cold water staring at them watching the blood run down his wrists down to the drain of the sink trying to think of a way around this… what could he do ? he needed help… The man shook his head at just the thought of him asking for help. “Rubbish.” he slapped the water off drying his hands on his briefs and going to check on you to see you asleep.

Its dark there huh?

Like the cell

“Shut up…” the tired shaky man shook his head going back to the living room, his vision was dizzy and he had to drag himself along the wall so he would not stumble and fall.

Why do you even bother?

Coming here?

“B-b-because..”Draco fell into the back of the couch seeing Biscuit asleep on his pillow and quickly went around the furniture to scoop up the rabbit holding him close to his chest. He let out a heavy sigh of relief once he felt Biscuits cold nose against his chest sniffing around. “I ,.. Wanna be with her…” he laid down on the couch with the curious bunny on his chest. He shook his head several times trying to get the voices to subside..

But does she want to be with .. you?

“She does.. “

Draco did not last long in the dark; he had gotten up and turned every light on except for the bedroom . one thing Draco did learn in Azkaban was that the Dementors hated the light. So every night he would sit under the window in his cell hoping the moon would be full and bright enough to shine in on him… But even with all the lights on he still saw darkness when he shut his eyes…

He was back on the couch with Biscuit on his chest again trying to think of something else, anything else. He wanted to share the bed with you so bad.. He longed for that moment with you. To have you snuggle against him .. tracing your finger on his chest.. Telling him stories .. cuddling up to him when you get cold.. Did you have any cute sleeping habits he wondered.. And did you prefer the middle or the edge of the bed.. Did you like to sleep in …?

“Rabbit……”

What if you get worse?

You already broke a glass, remember?

“Shut u-u-p…” he was starting to sweat, a long bead of it sliding down his head. We miss you Draco

Dont you miss us?

“N-no..” his hands found his hair digging into his locks. “I .. “

We love you for who you are Draco.

“You bastards made me this way..!” he sat up and Biscuit hopped off his lap scaring Draco, he jumped shielding his face till he realized it was just the bunny. “Im…” he wrapped his arms around himself feeling very sticky and uncomfortable all over, his skin felt like it was crawling and his bruises ached again with each heave of breath he took from his chest. “Im fine…”

You are fine , Draco.

Perfectly fine

Your fine

Your fine

Your fine…

Your ..fine

You-r fi-ne…

“SHUT UP!!!” Draco threw himself on the floor hitting his head hard on the wood making the voices subside, he stayed there for a minute, crying.

**

In the morning you had woken up to an empty bed and every light on in your home. Quickly you jumped out of bed rushing to the living room to see it empty. “dr..Draco..”

“Yes Rabbit?” you heard behind you.

You whipped around seeing Draco with a towel around his neck and sweats on him. You clung to him sighing with relief. “Nothing.. Goodmorning.”

Draco squeezed you tight, wrapping an arm around your back and head giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead. Draco had passed out from exhaustion last night around 3 AM and woke up not too long ago drenched in a cold sweat with Biscuit wiggling his nose on his cheek . he had no idea when you would wake up so he had to hurry and cover his tracks.

“Good Morning Rabbit.” Draco squeezed you again and you slipped free taking his hand.

“I'm thinking.. We go get some clothes today?”

“S-sure.”

“And i think the twins opened their shop up again, maybe we could .. go check it out? Everyone deserves a good laugh sometimes..”

he was nervous.. It would be crowded in the twins shop...

Why dont you just run away

Come back to us

You cant handle things on your own anymore

You cant handle this-

He shook his head bringing your hand to his lips so he could kiss it. “Sounds good, Rabbit.”

The shopping went.. Okay.. there's only so many choices in Diagon Alley after all. Simple dress clothes and a couple loose shirts was all he needed. All though you insisted he get some more clothes he could relax in .

“Draco dont you want more loose fitting things?”

“D-dosint ma-matter Rabbit” he was having a hard time talking to other people. Everyone he ran into asked him about Azkaban and you had to step in and change the subject before Draco blew up at them. You noticed he did not walk the same way he did in Hogwarts; back then he had his head in the clouds, his ego on his sleeve, his attitude front and center and that damn smug smile he wore on that damn grumpy face.

Now he looked over his shoulder, shook his head, faked his smile and rubbed his hands alot to keep himself from scratching his arms. You noticed he only did it when the wind blew and were growing more and more concerned about him. Something was wrong, something awful must have happened in Azkaban… but the real question was would he ask you to listen to him explain… anyone… someone.. You loved Draco Malfoy, but you worried for his health too.

“Hmm.. im going to get you a few more . ill be right back “

“O-o kay, ill be .. at the twins shop”

You turned to grab his hand “you sure youll be okay alone?”

Will you?

We dont think so

You wont be alone Draco

….you will have us…

He shook his head and pulled you in for a hug and kissed your lips. “Im sure, Pet. no go get me something nice yeah?” he patted your head, getting a small smile out of you.

“Yes, Draco” you teased him hurrying off into the clothing store again. It warmed his heart a bit.. He loved the teasing .. he wanted more of it. He wanted hsi days to be full of it…

Its a shame…

...that this will not last..

..but….. Everyday you go on..

...brings you closer to us…

“Shut.. up..i shouldn't be able to hear you in that bloody twins shop … “ Draco stumbled turning around to make hsi way to the very eyesore of a shop.

*

Loud. it was loud. It was crowded and people were everywhere laughing, playing jokes on others, playing music, things were flying around, confetti and the likes. People shoving to get to the next big attraction and shoving all kinds of colourful candy in their mouths. Draco flinched every time someone touched him. Usually he would yell and shove back but .. all he could do now was cower and look over his shoulder . his head was quiet, for once. He could not hear the Dementors in here and the shop was well lit too making it easier to keep them at bay.

Draco maneuvered the shop looking for the twins , it should not be too hard. All the Weasleys have this unique look to them. Draco moved to the center of the store when someone bumped him trying to get by making him jump and stumble into the desk hitting his hip, someone else pushed by and he white knuckled the furniture starting to breath heavily.

Draco…..

Draco…….

Draco……….

“Dammit.. Shut up….” he pulled himself up looking over the people seeing the twins at the back of the store. Carefully he made his way to them and they both saw him and waved.

“There he is !” Fred said.

“All is right now yep” George added.

Draco was holding his side trying to stand up straight and look intimidating but the look on his face told the twins he was afraid.

“Bloody… twins.”

“Thats us!” they both said with pride.

“Wheres… Pottah…..”

They looked at each other and then Draco, getting a good look at him.

“You okay Mate?” Fred asked , helping him steady himself

“How is y/n by the way?” George asked.

“Shes f--f-f-ine, “ he shook Fred off gulping down a breath. “Where. Is. Pottah”

“Uhm.. top floor actually, hes getting some things for his kids.” Fred pointed.

“Thanks..” Draco shot them a look with a slight nod and made hsi way up the steps to the much more empty area. He spotted Harry looking over some joke spells in a book . Draco tried to be quiet but…

The boy who lived?

Draco stumbled into a desk making it squeak, Harry looked up from the book and quickly put it down to go to Dracos side. He was struggling to stand and breathe.

“Draco…? Are you alright?”

“Sshh--shut up…-”

Yes ,,, Draco …

Shut him out…

You dont need him

You only need us

...you only need… us

Harry helped the man anyway and Draco slumped into his side cursing himself. Harry helped Draco to an empty room and shut the door, carefully he sat the man down in a chair and sat down across from him not saying anything. Draco was a mess inside and out right now, he hated Pottah, hated everything about him , how dare he refuse to be his friend all those years ago? That duel… that damn… quidditch match… that damn….. Bird …

Leave..

Leave

Draco, leave

You dont need-

“P-p-pott-ah,.....”

Dont.

“I … n-ee-dd,....” he dug his fingers in his hair whimpering in front of this man .

Harry instantly knew something was wrong, he stayed as calm as he could.

Draco Malfoy of Slytherin... the smug, man who did not care for anyone else at all , only himself. Never asked for help from anyone, did things his way… picked on whoever he wanted...not a care in the world… was whimpering in front of the man he hated most. On the verge of a breakdown.

“I need…..”

DONT DRACO!!!

He looked in Harrys eyes with heavy tears falling down his face… staining the wood table. “I need help……………………..please………………”

[yandere-ac]

Tom Nook X Reader

Fireworks

Alone.

10 pm on a Sunday and Tom was sitting alone in the residential services, typing away on his computer, trying to ignore all the sounds outside. The sounds of everyone running around, the sounds of people having fun, the sounds of fireworks going off. But most importantly, the sound of him. It’s been years and nothing has changed with him. He was screaming at the top of his lungs, trying to attract customers to his little raffle. Tom knee he was out there, that’s why he simply couldn’t go. The simple muffled sound of him shouting was enough to make his heart stop. “Come one! Come all! Step right up to redds raffle! For the small fee of 500 bells you’ll be guaranteed to win one of these fine prices! That’s right folks! You’ll never know what you’ll get but you are guaranteed to win!!!”

Huh. You’ll never know what you’ll get. Thats funny. That’s sort of how Redd and Toms relationship used to be. Tom however, did not get a guaranteed win. No, he got scammed out of 500 000 bells and was left in a ditch to rot away and die. He never thought Redd would be able to do something like that to him. Tom thought that he was different to Redd, that he actually cared for him. But Redd proved him wrong that night. He proved that Tom was no different than all the other fools that Redd tricked on a day to day basis. Because that’s what he was to Redd, he was just another one of his pawns in his big game of chess. He meant nothing to Redd and was easily disposable. And here he was, just outside his window, trying to make quick money off of his fellow islanders. And Tom was letting it happen. Because he was too much of a coward to go and do something.

Phyyyuuuuuuuu....

BOOM!!!

Another firework went off. Tom could see the ground light up from outside his window. Oh how he wished he could be outside. But he knew he wasn’t strong enough to face Redd. He never wanted to see him again, and he hadn’t planned on doing so. And he would do anything to avoid seeing his past partner.

Plingelingeling

The soft sound of the little bell that was attached to the door dragged Tom out of his thoughts. Someone had entered. And that someone was you. You were laughing and were holding a balloon. At least someone was having fun out there. You made eye contact with him and smiled, running up to him. You had a star bopper on, probably something that Isabelle gave to you. You looked very cute in it.

“Hi Tom!” You said as you sat down in the chair on the other side of his desk. “Why hello hello Y/N! Having fun out there I hope?” He said, giving you a genuine smile. “Yeah! It’s been awesome! The fireworks are really pretty and we’ve all had very fun! The boys are really happy as well! They’ve been running around for hours now! It’s really cute!” You said, very enthusiastic about the whole ordeal. Tom has asked you to take the kids with you to the festival. They both had been cooped up in the store for too long and deserved a break. And there was no one he trusted more than you. “But....I think they would enjoy it more of you were out there with them...” oh boy. So you would pull this card huh. He let out a slight sigh. “Yes, I would also enjoy it...but I can’t Y/N...you know that...” as he said this he felt two soft hands grab his paws. “Is this about Redd?” You asked, and just hearing someone else say that bastards name made him tense up and made his eyes widen. “...I take that as a yes...come on Tom! Who cares what that guy thinks! He’s a sad man who’s only enjoyment in life comes from watching other suffer! He’s not worth your time!” Tom knew Redd wasn’t worth his time, yet it didn’t exactly make it any better. Just stating the obvious isn’t going to help his case.

“...I’m sorry...look, how about we go to a secluded spot, far away from the plaza. Do you think Redd will leave his precious money making station to go after you? Trust me, you need to get out of the residential services. You won’t have to see Redd okay? I promise!” Once you said this, you took one of your hands and cupped his cheek. Tom responded by closing his eyes and leaning into the touch. How bad could it be. If he would just ignore Redd and get away as soon as possible, things might work out. And so, he took one of his paws and pressed it on the hand that was cupping your cheek. “Alright then”

Walking out from the building, Tom and you were holding hands. Tom could see all of the islands inhabitants running around, clapping or cheering. Some were sitting on the ground, others were standing up. And he could see one islander sitting on another shoulders as they ran past him and Y/N. “Oh hello Mr Nook!” The one on top shouted as they passed the two. The loud announcement of the name made a certain fox turn his head to see if what he heard was really true. And once he made eye contact with Tom and gave him a wide smirk, Tom knew it was game over.

“Well well well. If it’s isn’t Tom Nook himself. I’ll be honest, I thought you died or something nookie, but here you are! Nice of you to visit your good ol pal Redd!” Toms ears fell done on his head. All of a sudden he could feel memories of Redd and him wash over him. But not the good memories, no, rather the memories he wished he could lock in a box and throw into the ocean. Redd walked closer to the two and Tom tried to regain his posture. “Hello Redd. How are you doing this evening?” Tom looked at the fox. He was wearing completely different clothes than his usual “only an apron” style. He hated to admit, but he like the foxes outfit. Should he say something? “You look nice. I like the new clothes.” Tom didnt want to give the fox any sort of encouragement In any way shape or form but he hoped that the compliment would at least soften Redd up in the slightest. He refused to look into the foxes eyes. “Pff, thanks! I wish I could say the same for you.” this made Tom freeze for a few seconds, that’s was, until he felt you squeeze his hand. Slowly stroking it with your thumb. Once he looked into your eyes and saw nothing but support, he felt better. “Uncle Tom!!!” The tension was interrupted by the sound of two younger voices accompanied by the small pit pats of four small paws running against the ground. Tom could see Timmy and Tommy running up towards him. Both of the boys jumped into his arms and he managed to catch both of them swiftly. He felt a pair of small arms wrap around his neck. Tommy was giving him a hug and Timmy was enthusiastically explaining what they had done this evening.

“It was so cool!!! You should have seen it! Y/N made custom fireworks with us! I made a dinosaur and Tommy made a jellyfish!!! And then- then Y/N made their custom firework look like me and Tommy!!! It was so pretty!!! And then aunt Isabelle gave us these boppers! Look, look!” The two brothers were indeed wearing two boppers. Timmy was wearing a flower bopper and Tommy was wearing a heart bopper. Tom chuckled slightly at their frenetic nature. It was obvious the two was running on sugar and adrenaline at the moment. He was certain that the two small tanookis were gonna have a tummy ache the next day. He could hear the faintest sounds of a little bell coming towards them. He turned to see that, yup, Isabelle was coming towards them all.

“Oh! Tom! Great to see you out here! I’ll be honest, I felt a little guilty leaving you alone while I got to be out here” Isabelle said, huffing slightly as she talked to him. “Oh yes. I finished all my paper work you see.” That was a lie, however, only three people knew it was a lie. “Oh yeah I’m sure you had so much paperwork huh?” Redd said, inserting himself into the conversation. This is when you started to lose patience. “Why don’t you shut your trap Redd!” Redd was a bit taken back by this. You always acted so quiet when you bought art of off him so to see you be so audible was strange to be sure. “Oh I’m sorry? Where you involved Y/N? What are you gonna?” Redd said, irritation plaiting his voice. “I would love to tell you what I would do but there are children present you selfish-“ “enough! Y/N, you said it yourself. He’s not worth it. Just let it go.” Tom told you, stroking your shoulder in an attempt at calming your nerves. You looked into his eyes, and in one fell swoop, you picked up the two brother that were now standing besides him. The two of them let out screams of delight and laughter as you started to run off. “Come on! Follow me!!!”

Isabelle and Tom were trailing behind you. How were you so fast when you were carrying TWO children!? Just like always. You never cease to amaze. You finally stopped at the highest hill on the island. There grew a single tree full of the islands native fruit. You put down Timmy and Tommy who were still giggling like crazy. You sat down besides the two boys and leaned up against the tree. Soon Tom and Isabelle caught up with you, both extremely out of breath once they got there. “What in the world was that for?” Isabelle asked as she looked at you. “I felt like we needed a change of scenery. Tom needs to see the fireworks! And I thought, what better place then the hill! And so, I grabbed the kids and ran here!” As you said this, you scooted over, patted the place next to you. Tom sat down next to you and Isabelle sat next to the boys. And for the first time, Tom could actually focus on the sky. It was beautiful. Absolutely stunning even! The sky was filled to the brim with colours after colours. Exploding like big balls of flames. It took his breath away. Even Isabelle seemed amazed. She had seen the fireworks sure, but from up here, they were even clearer! All five of them just watched the fireworks in silence for 15 minutes straight. It was only when the three adults heard a soft groan that they turned the attention away from the sky and to the small tanookies. Tommy was resting his head on Isabelle’s lap and Timmy was using Tommy as a pillow.

“Whoops. Looks like someone’s energies run out. Poor things, it’s way past their bed time. I’ll take them home.” Isabelle said, gently picking up the boys in her arms. She was about to leave when Tom stopped her. “Wait Isabelle. Before you leave... could I have one of those boppers?” He asked. It felt silly of him to ask but he thought they were pretty and wanted to participate. But Isabelle wasn’t a judgemental person, far from it. She simply giggled slightly and bowed her head before him. “Here, take mine.”

And so. Isabelle was off. She was off to put the kids to bed. That left Tom and you completely alone. Tom was readjusting his bopper and you were simply looking at him with a smile. “Hey look at that! We match!” You said, nudging his shoulder slightly. “Huh? Oh yeah! I guess we do ahhah...hey Y/N? I wanted to thank you. Thank you for fixing the Redd situation, thank you for taking care of the boys, just thank you for dragging me out here. And umm...” he took a deep breath. Here goes nothing. The tanooki placed a quick kiss on your cheek. It took you a second to realise what had just happened. But once you did, you smiled to yourself, grabbing his hand slightly.

“You’re welcome Tom.“ And so. The two of you continued to watch the fireworks, you leaned your head against his shoulder.

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So yeah...another out of the blue fic that I wasn’t planning on writing!!! But listen, @mrmr-uwu told me about this headcanon she had about how the reason Tom isn’t present at the festival is because he can’t be with Redd because it’s to painful for him. Like do you expect me to hear that and NOT write a 2000 word fic about it??? Don’t be ridiculous I don’t have that self control! But this was really fun. Like I’ve said before I will take ANY excuse to write for Tom Nook. I will now get back to your normal Yandere content

[littlelittlebear]

Two Drifters | 3/3 Jeronica Secret Santa

@fangstomysweetpea oh my god.... its finally time!!! 

The moment i’ve been aching for is finally here and i am HYPE

Happy Christmas my dear Tumblr-friend, I hope you enjoy this jeronica playlist/au/riverdale rewrite.

A couple things first, the descriptions on each song are just an outline as to whats happening in that moment/what the song calls for. Also, this is like a story, so its not really something you can play on shuffle lol. I’m confident you didn’t really need these “instructions” lmao, just want you to have a bomb-ass jeronica experience XDD

Also, you don’t have to “follow” the descriptions when you think them out, you can completely take the reigns too if you’d like!

So.... here ya go!!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1MflcKtyBDRjnP0giX03X4?si=ZcsD0GfxR0KevhgDpTZVKQ

And here are the descriptions-

Oxford Comma-

Locking eyes for the first time… wow. Just- everything is in slow motion.

Baby Doll-

Slow dancing in Pop’s after the dance. (V goes to Pop’s instead of Archie)

Can I call you tonight?-

Jughead and Veronica’s moments of glee when they finally set up a date with each other. Veronica squeals and jumps up and down, Jughead punches the air, they both fall down on the bed with blissful looks on their faces. Two cinnamon rolls.

“So, I’ll call you tonight?”

“Yes! *Too enthusiastic- calm down Veronica* Yes. Call me tonight.”

*Que music*

Just Like a Movie-

Jughead calls this their theme song one day when they’re just hanging out in the student lounge as a joke.

Scrawny-

Veronica calls this Jughead’s theme song in response, they have a good laugh and Jughead rolls his eyes at the lyrics A LOT.

Space Girl-

Jughead calls this Veronica’s theme song- because she’s “oUt oF tHiS worLD!”.

She smacks his arm for being so cheesy.

Good Morning-

The morning after they do the “horizontal tango” with each other for the first time, they dance in Veronica’s kitchen, knowing all the words- only to be interrupted by an amused Hermione Lodge.

Unforgettable-

Their first Christmas together, spent snowed in at The Pembrooke. But honestly, they don’t mind.

Shake it out-

Jughead and Veronica cry together after her parents blackmail them/force them to break up. #parentssuck.

Your star-

Coping with the breakup, newsflash- they aren’t, or when they are... they don’t go the healthiest route. So. Much. Angst.

Rare-

Veronica changes up her style a little bit, which really is just lower cut tops, just trying to forget about Jughead- does a lil sexy performance singing to this at a pep rally.

Out the door-

Jughead never leaving the depressional stage of grief.                                

+ Exchanging broken looks that just scream “I’m not over you.”

I can’t get you off my mind-

Drunkenly hooking up at a party because their tension recently had just been�� w o w

Drugs-

Sneaking around- sexy times ;)

Why Do You Love Me-

Having a screaming match, then a very angry/hot makeup session, then very angry sex XD

The Wind-

After some hOrIzOnTaL TaNGo at Sweetwater River, they admit that they can’t keep away from each other, saying that they love each other for the first time- followed by Veronica crying tears of joy cuz she’s never done that before- and that they’re going to work everything out, together. They just hold each other after that.

“I love you, Princess.”

Veronica props herself on her elbow to face him (they were laying down before)

Jughead sees her widened eyes. “Y-you don’t have to say it back, I know its ha-“

“I love you too, Jug”

You and I-

Montage of working at Pop’s for summer, ending with a jam sesh in Jughead’s trailer- Veronica just in his shirt and Jughead just in his sweats. FP comes in, surprised to see Veronica, but welcomes her easily. FP and Veronica bond, and he embarrasses Jug with some baby photos. While Jug’s probably beet-red, he can’t help but completely oggle at Veronica- happy that they don’t have to hide from his dad anymore.

Start a Riot-

Jeronica send a little message to Hiram through security cameras (they just make out lmao), showing that he can’t keep them apart. They then proceed to trash Hiram’s jingle jangle lab. :)

Moon River-

Slow dancing after having been crowned homecoming King and Queen. And of course, because Veronica is 1/2 of this relationship- this becomes their song.

“That’s us.”

“What do you mean?” Veronica asks, confused.

“The two drifters in the song. ‘Two drifters, off to see the world.’ That’s us”

Veronica’s eyes start to gloss.

“I absolutely love that. And you.”

Teenagers-

Being the badass power couple they are, being 100% team Serpent against the Bulldogs during the riots. Its all one long shot too- no cuts :))

A Sunday Kind of Love-

Looking at each other in slow motion (wow- I really love putting stuff in slow motion) when Veronica is officially named Serpent queen, they’re absolutely smitten with each other. Cut to them dancing in the Wyrm to the song, discussing how they’re going to make their big debut as Riverdale’s resident power couple… second to Choni of course.

“So… now that I’m your queen, I was thinking had a debut of sorts. Just to educate the public of this new order.” Veronica jabs, only kind of joking.

Jughead laughs, but it sounds more of a huff.

“Could you settle for a hand-in-hand entrance at school? Or would you be more comfortable with a red carpet event?”

Glory-

Veronica and Jughead walking into school as Serpent Royalty with matching Serpent jackets- no special colours thank you very much. You can bet your ass its in slow motion.

Worlds Apart-

Veronica crying at Jughead’s bed-side after the Ghoulies fuck him up.

Boss Bitch-

Veronica gets revenge on the Ghoulies and Penny Peabody with the help of the female Serpents, the River vixens, Hermione, Betty, and Alice.

Le Symbolique-

Veronica and Jughead reunite from his state of unconsciousness, this whole sequence is in slow motion, with a lot of white lighting/glare. Jughead almost died and just that thought alone KILLED Veronica.

“Jug I was so scared-“

“Shush Ronnie, let me look at you.” His teary eyes trace over Veronica’s face with a beaming smile, before he brings his girlfriend closer and kisses the top of her forehead.

Harmony Hall- 

Some core four bliss before it gets chaotic again, with a side of Jeronica and Barchie cuddles.

Not Your Barbie Girl-

A River vixen performance, Jughead is so fricken in love with Ronnie right now cuz she’s just RADIATING empowerment.

Therefore I Am- 

Jeronica sends Hiram to jail again after a bomb ass one liner from Veronica:

“Mija, you have no idea what you’re doing.”

“Only one thing’s false in that sentence Hiram, I’m not your Mija anymore.”

(HELP ME I CAN’T WRITE)

*Proud Jughead smirk*

This Life-

Veronica meeting JB and Gladys, them getting along great- just a wholesome Lodge/Jones get-together.

Don’t Call Me Angel-

Veronica changes her name to Luna, fully emancipating herself from Hiram, and this gets Jughead really turned on XD

Sway With Me-

La Bonne Nuit’s first successful night, Josie, Veronica, Toni, and Cheryl perform. Veronica somehow convinces Jughead to dance with her in public. Think Moulin Rouge’s Diamond Dogs type editing.

My Oh My- 

Getting screwed over my Hiram, Veronica is in a TON of debt and needs some “stress relief” with Jughead. He obliges. Happily.

HIP-

Veronica and Cheryl start their rum business, Jughead helps and oml he’s so proud of her. Btw, Cheronica are HUGE badasses right now.

Bury a friend-

Surviving Eversgreen Forest and Penelope Blossom…

Youth-

The core four are free from the forest, successfully escaping Penelope Blossom. Jughead and Veronica share a tearful but happy kiss, laying down on the back of a truck.

Don’t Take The Money-

The core four hang out at pops and promise to have fun this senior year, Jughead steals Veronica’s cherry from her milkshake, but being so vulnerable to Midget’s (He calls her Midget. Yup.) puppy dog eyes, he makes it up to her by sharing his fries. 

“And for a brief, shining moment, we were kids again.” all that good shiz

The Four Seasons: “Winter”-

Jeronica hangs with the Stonewall psychos.

(Online Love)-

Veronica and Jughead FaceTime and Veronica has this vibe like she’s the montage of the hero’s dead girlfriend in a movie. Like her hair is all splayed out on her pillow and she’s all smiley-

“You look like an angel right now- with your hair like a halo and how much you’re smiling.”

Veronica laughs

“Well it’s your fault I’m smiling you idiot.” Her voice softens towards the end of the sentence.

“I love you too, Ron.”

El Tejano-

Party at Stonewall, Jeronica are absolutely WASTED. Fun fact- Jughead get’s really into PDA when he’s drunk

Burned Out- 

Oh shit… I guess Jughead is dead now. (dw, Betty’s still the one who “kills him”)

Claire de Lune-

Just kidding, he’s alive, and he and Veronica have a really cute moment in the bunker. Veronica starts reading his novel, per his request, and he just starts playing this on the record player and she smiles but her eyes are still on the book. He just kind of watches her, and when she starts beaming at the book he can’t help but kiss her right there. Then they just cuddle and little bit, Veronica on Jug’s lap, reading the book some more.

Girls Like GIrls-

Veronica has to prove Jughead is dead, so she and Betty kinda sorta… make out. Like, a lot. Betty is dating Archie at this point, and he’s the one who gets “mad”. But basically Betty and Veronica end up making out again cuz they spot Donna watching them. Veronica is a bi con, and Betty might be too but everyones in denial so *shrugs*.

Dream Lover-

(Time skip, because I’m lazy) Jughead’s alive again, sadly, his spot at NYU was taken by well, Veronica. Luckily, after pulling some strings, she surprises Jug with a full-ride acceptance letter from NYU starting second semester.

Magic Moments-

Yay! Prom! Barchie gets crowned king and queen (Beronica was kind of forgotten about, but thats fine, because we’re here for Jeronica first). While Betty and Archie are totally lost in each other, Jughead and Veronica are just kind of joking around on the side. While it’s Barchie’s moment, Jeronica is still looking pretty damn cute rn. Also, this becomes Barchie’s song!!

Oxford comma-

The song comes through the speaker at prom, Jughead invites Veronica to dance. As they sway, they gaze at one another like they’re seeing one another for the first time, to the song that started it all. 

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And thats it! Thats Jeronica’s story from season one to season four, I hope you have a very merry Christmas and I hope you liked your presents! Also, if anyone feels like adding on to the dialogue or using any of the points in a fic or even making a whole ass fanfiction- please do!! I didn’t do this justice with my mediocre quotes so it would actually be preferred XD.

And again, happy Christmas :))

[koko-bopp]

Flirty Criminal

Part Five

criminal!song mingi x detective!male!reader

word count – 6k

genre – low-key mature

warning(s) – blackmail, lot of choking, gun warning, degrading, mentions of death and murder

synopsis – “[Y/N] [L/N] is known famously around his police precinct as the detective that the infamous criminal Song Mingi has a crush on. The detective denies these claims, though Mingi gets into as much trouble as possible just to see him.”

Mingi didn't know what to think, two months had gone by since the two of you were seeing each other. Not explicitly romantic, he liked you, but he didn't want to move to fast. For the last two months it had been about enjoying each other's presence and going on dates; like, fuck, he rented his friend's dog for three weeks just to take you to a dog cafe.

But, it had been a week since the whole fiasco of your soon-to-be ex-husband ruined the perfect date, it was also the night Mingi begun to be suspicious of your intentions with him.

Sure, a detective that technically works for the state and a criminal that has lived all his life going against the state was a little bit... foreign to many.

But, Mingi works in mysterious ways, it's safe to assume his brain resets any emotions he may have for a person as soon as something suspicious happens.

Not to say that Mingi didn't have his guard up the whole time he's been around you, but it gives a little sting in his heart thinking that you tried to play him as if he were a fool, Mingi wanted to know why specifically, Wayne Haulting was in charge of your operation, there's some history to be unveiled.

Mingi suggested that you come to his mansion for a date this time, since the last date ended up being interupted by a bafoon.

"How was work?" Mingi asked, his eyes fixated on the road ahead, but his attention to you.

"Relatively alright," You chuckled, "A kid and her dad came to the station with fajitas to give a thanks. It was sweet, made my whole afternoon."

Mingi smiled, then gently crawled his hand over it take yours into his. He interlocked fingers with you then bought it up to give it a small kiss.

"What?" You giggled.

"Nothing," Mingi said, suddenly a bit stern, "I just missed you."

✨

Mingi pushed you onto the leather couch so your back was against the neck of it. You watched him get on top of you immediately with a big smirk on his face, reaching down to peck your lips softly at first, then brought his hand up to cup your jaw to deepen his kisses.

Your eyes were closed, enjoying what Mingi was providing and vice versa. The smell of his cologne lingered in the air, and it made it all the more enjoyable. Mingi pulled away for a second, looking at you with a smile, "You good, baby?"

A soft sigh left your lips, indicating your answer, one that made Mingi content. He began to unbutton your shirt, only so much to reveal your chest, but he continued to mould his lips against yours until his hand moved from your jaw to your neck, a gentle but authoritative grip around the flesh. You could feel the smirk on his lips.

Though you felt something told against the side of your jaw. Metal and cold.

A gun.

Your eyes flew open and you pulled back from the kiss. Mingi opened his eyes like everything was normal, a dangerous smile on his face.

"M-mingi? What the fuck?" You accidently stuttered, placing a hand on his wrist.

"Baby," Mingi chuckled venomously, "You have ten minutes to explain to me why Haulting is so calm about us hanging out," He pushed the gun further into your skin, making your breath stiff, "Unless you want a bullet through your head."

You frowned, "You'd kill a detective and think you're not gonna suffer the consequences?"

"My house in sound proof, detective," Mingi laughed, "And kind of up a hill decently away from people, it would take about three days until people find you... And a few hours and good lawyers are all I need to get rid of you."

You'd been doing your best to remain calm, the hand around your throat and the gun at your jaw making you tense heavily, but Mingi's words were terrifying you the most.

His gripped around your throat tightened when you didn't respond almost immediately, "I think you're forgetting who's got the gun here, baby," he said lowly.

"I– Yeah, Haulting hired me to get dirt off you," You finally admitted, not hearing Mingi's chest shattering in the process.

"Is he looking for anything in particular?"

"The fuck do you think?" You snapped, the grip you had around his wrist was a lot firmer now and your brows were furrowed in anger, "You're a fucking criminal, Mingi. You've killed innocent people, you've distributed illegal substances and firearms–"

"Killed innocent people?" Mingi laughed bitterly, "Did you get that outta' Haulting's ass? Where'd you hear that from?"

You looked at him in confusion, but also in anger, "The police report said–"

"You're little tree-shredded report is bullshit. My gang aren't involved in drug trade or the killing of innocent people," Mingi spat, his jaw clenched. Seeing you get more confused got him to let out a humourless laugh, rolling his eyes as he pulled down the hammer of the gun, the second last step neccasery before pulling the trigger. He watched you squirm, but tightened his hold on your throat before frowning at you, both your noses only five or so inches from each other, "You're getting on my nerves a bit, baby."

"I don't know what answer you're hoping for!" You fought, "Yes, Haulting hired me to hang around you like a dog as soon as I requested to move precincts after Ty cheated on me–"

"So that wasn't a lie?" Mingi asked, almost too surprised. That would mean the night at the bar was the first day you were undercover.

You shook your head frantically.

"Anything interesting you found, Detective?" Now he got to the point, gun and throat in hand, whatever you next answer was determined your vital status, "You better share now, or you might hurt a bit."

"Fuck! I literally just know your schedule! Thats literally it!" You yelled at the point, tears definitely threatening to spill, the helplessness was getting overwhelming, "I know your fucking favourite colour is dark blue, I know you'd eat chicken for the rest of your life if you could, that you used to visit the sauna twice a week though it only depended on your free time, but you don't go anymore because you spend that time with me!"

You saying that turned some gears in your head. There was a silence in the room, like Mingi didn't know how to respond and honestly, you hadn't noticed Mingi's behaviour until you finally said it out loud. Mingi looked at you like your confession didn't bother him, when deep down, it kind of did.

An airless and bitter laugh left your lips, your eyes looking at as if you'd figured something out, "There's something I didn't figure out, isn't there?" You smiled sarcastically. Mingi didn't give you an immediate response, you took that as an answer, scoffing, "Shit. You're actually in love with me, aren't you?"

"You think too far and you actually missed a few steps, Detective," Mingi had his jaw locked in place as his heart accidently started beating too.

You laughed, "Then what, Mingi? what'd I miss?"

A fabricated smirk painted its way onto Mingi's lips. The gun still at hand and on your jaw, the grip around your throat becoming somewhat comfortable and less threatening. Somewhat. The look in Mingi's eyes became more like when a teacher would look at a particularly dumb student. "Haulting never told you my dad was involved in his game of weapon trade, huh?"

You furrowed your brows, swallowing so hard that that you could feel the gun move against your jaw. You didn't know where in Mingi's eyes to stare into, but yours were searching for other places. You quickly responded, "I have a feeling you're gonna tell me.."

Mingi scoffed, a grin on his lips, "Haulting owed my dad money long before he passed. Haulting didn't want to use his own cash to buy weapons, so made a deal with my old man that if he supplied him, Haulting wouldn't touch his gang."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Your mind was literally screaming at you that Mingi's wrong. He's a criminal, you can't trust them. They're dirty creatures with blood oozing from the cuts in their skin from every time they've gotten away with the things they do. Mingi is a criminal, you can't trust him.

He continued: "These aren't the toys you play with, baby boy. These were high-tech, fancy ass guns we gave. Because of the deal, though, Haulting wasn't putting enough people away. Pop's owns half the city, that's almost a million crooks he's ignoring," Mingi spoke like he was a had thought about this for a long time. He knew what Haulting did, and only turned a blind eye for appeasement's sake. "So he turned on my old man, threw hundreds of his underdogs working on the streets away. He didn't realise how much he needed the weapons when he lost it, so he begged on his fucking hands and knees in front of my dad to get em' back."

"Mingi, wait–"

He hushed you, cutely but only in a way to humour himself, "Let me finish, doll." He loosened the grip around your neck, letting your breathe that little bit more properly, but resumed regardless, "My dad wasn't a bitch, he didn't take shit from anyone, especially from someone who double crossed him. He told Haulting to pay up the cash he's used. Wanna know how much?"

It was rhetorical, but part of you still wanted to know.

"Quarter of a billion dollars," Mingi answered, "So after my old man died and I came in, Haulting thought he didn't need to pay up. New man, no need. But the minute I became mobb leader, I told Haulting he needed to pay if he wanted to avoid getting killed."

This was all too much to comprehend. Mingi's speaking another language, but this behaviour he claims in coming from your boss seemed to foreign. You've known Haulting when he was a Sargent up until he became a chief. Not that you were close to him, and that was probably why, but you'd never expect such a thing from him.

"It's been two years, not a single cent. Haulting doesn't have three security guards around him for no reason, he knows he's in trouble," Mingi drew his gun away, you felt he metal off your jaw and the grip on your neck full gone. He got off of you too, but you're adrenaline was taking its time to subside, hence you didn't have the energy to move. "Haulting owes me money. So he's tryna frame anything on me to make sure he doesn't need to. I've never killed innocent people, I've never been involved in drug trade, I've always paid my taxes."

The last one made you both giggle a bit, you weren't sure how you could, knowing a gun was in your face not even a minute ago.

You looked at Mingi, "What do you want me to do with this information?"

Mingi put a hand in his pocket, the gun still in hand, but his body facing slightly sidewards. There was a finger that was still on the trigger, "Here's what's gonna happen," He started, carefully taking a seat on the coffee table, now facing you, no expression other than serious, "Whatever Haulting tells you to do, you report it to me. Whatever Haulting finds, you tell me. Whatever you're about to tell Haulting, you tell me first."

You scoffed, bitter venom from your words, "Suck my ass, Mingi. I don't even know if the shit you've said are true."

"I already did. You were moaning my name like a slut," Mingi barked back, glaring at you, "You'll do as I say or Haulting learns that I found out you're his little puppy, I don't think he'll be pleased."

He was right. Especially if he was right about before. Bad things happen when you know too much..

Mingi got up into his feet, then took a harsh grip of your chin do you looked up at him. A gasp left your lips, one that made Mingi smirk, "Do we have an agreement, Doll? This is business now."

[evan-buckley-diaz]

Under Pressure: The Sequel - Chapter 1 - Eddie/Buck

Things in their relationship is moving forward and Buck is happy. He is also scared. Could it be too good to be true? And it seems the universe still has a few things to throw at him and Eddie, complicating things further.

words: 3136 warnings: sexual content, swearing, Dom!Eddie, sub!Buck

Buck stared at Eddie as he walked across the room and headed to were they kept their toys and equipment. ”Sir?” Buck asked quietly. ”I won’t do it again, please I don’t want a paddle” Buck whined as Eddie looked for something. ”Oh don’t worry, you’re not getting a paddle” Eddie said as he grabbed what he was looking for. It was a little black bag. Spotting it Buck whined and shook his head, whilst Eddie sat down on he bed and beckoned Buck over. ”Sir please” He begged as he walked over and dropped down on his knees so Eddie couldn’t put it on. ”I don’t want to wear it” He said as Eddie got it out of the bag, dismantled it and put all the pieces on the bed. Eddie put his hand out. ”Buck, get up” he said sternly and reached for Buck’s hand to get him to stand up.

”Noo” Buck whined and looked up at Eddie. ”I don’t like it” he said and pushed Eddie’s hand away. ”Buck, you’re not supposed to like it. It’s a punishment. Now stand up” Eddie commanded. Buck shook his head and put his head against Eddie’s knee. ”Want a spanking in stead” he whined. ”You don’t get to decide your punishment, that’s not how this work. Right now you only need to wear it for 24 hours, if you continue to not obey you’ll have to wear it longer and we’ll add on punishments to this. Now be a good boy for me and stand up” Buck let out a little cry and pouted as he looked up at Eddie. He did nothing but raise an eyebrow at Buck.

”Please, Sir, I don’t need to wear it, I won’t do it again” Buck whined as he slowly stood up and put his hands in front of his crotch. ”Buck, put your hands behind your back” Eddie ordered. Buck stomped his foot and whined loudly as he put his hands away. As Eddie started undoing his pants, Buck squirmed and sniffled. ”Sir, please don’t put it on” he whimpered and took an awkward step back seeing as his pants and briefs were around his ankles. ”Buck” Eddie warned him. ”You will now wear it for two days, would you like to add another day?” he asked.

Buck shook his head as he whimpered and cried. ”I don’t want to wear it at all!” he sniffled. He shuffled his legs and stepped out of his pants. He bit his lip as he watched Eddie. ”Buck. Come here” Eddie ordered. ”No! I don’t want to wear it so I’m not going to!” Buck snapped at him and gave him a quick glare. He breathed quickly as he watched Eddie stand up, he shuffled back until he hit the wall and he whimpered as Eddie stood right in front of him.

Eddie grabbed the back on Buck’s neck and held him firmly. ”Excuse me? Can you repeat that please?” Eddie asked in a low tone. Buck shook his head quickly. ”No? Do you remember talking about how this relationship is going to work?” Eddie asked seriously. Buck nodded, still keeping his gaze down. ”Then you should also remember how we talked about listening, being respectful and following the rules, no?” Buck whimpered and squirmed under Eddie’s grip and hard stare. ”I just didn’t want to wear it” Buck managed to say in a quiet whisper. ”This isn’t always about what you want but what you need. Now you’ve earned yourself a second punishment tonight” Eddie told him and Buck let out a sob.

”Theres your original punishment for touching yourself that was being locked up in the chastity cage for one day, that you increased to three days with your protesting. And there’s your added punishment for being a disrespectful brat that will include 15 minutes in the corner, a spanking and you’ll write a letter apologizing to me and yourself for your behavior. Understand?” Buck sobbed as he nodded. ”Are you going to act like a brat or be good boy?” Eddie asked and tilted Buck’s head up so he would have to look him in the eye. ”A good boy!” Buck cried as he rubbed his eye and sniffled. Eddie nodded. ”Okay, undress and go find your spot in the corner” Eddie let go off Buck’s neck and took a small step back, just enough so Buck had place to take his t-shirt off.

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest and watched closely as Buck walked over to his corner and leaned against it. Now that Buck couldn’t see him Eddie couldn’t help a little smile on his lips as he picked up Buck’s clothes and put them over a chair. Buck was a cute brat and he was glad that he trusted him enough to show him that side of himself.

”Alright, times up, come lie down” Eddie said as Buck’s fifteen minutes in the corner was up. Buck wasn’t really crying anymore, just sniffling and breathing a bit shakily. Buck wasted no time in obeying this time though and walked straight over and lied down over Eddie’s lap. ”Why are you being punished?” Eddie asked as he stroked Buck’s bum gently. ”For being a brat and disobeying” Buck sniffled. ”Thats right” Eddie replied before quickly starting the spanking.

”Ow, ow, ow!” Buck sobbed as his ass was growing more warm and painful by each smack. ”Sir, I’m sorry! I’ll be good!” he cried as he kicked his feet slightly and reached back with his hand to try and rub his bum and maybe stop a few smacks from landing on his sore skin. ”Hold on, a few more” Eddie said, grasping Buck’s hand and keeping it still against his back whilst continuing the the spanking.

Tears were running down his cheeks as Eddie helped him sit up. Throwing his hands around Eddie, Buck sobbed as he continued to apologize. ”I’m sorry I was a brat, Sir, I won’t do it again” he cried. ”Oh baby, you totally are going to be a brat again” Eddie said softly and tried to not laugh as Buck pulled back offended. ”No, I won’t!” He whined. ”Baby, it’s okay, it’s natural and I’ve been waiting for it to happen a while. Some sub boys are that way. I was expecting this” Eddie explained and stroked Buck’s cheek. Buck looks down sad. ���You knew I’d be a bad boy?” he asked quietly and bit his lip to stop himself from crying.

”Buck, you are not a bad boy. That’s not what a brat is. You are a good boy, such a good boy for me and I’m so lucky to have you. A brat is a good boy who tests the limits now and again, to feel safe and reassured by them being enforced. Sometimes you’ll be able to stop yourself when you feel the need to be a brat but if you can’t, I will be there to handle you” Buck looked skeptical but did a little nod.

Eddie gave him a smile. ”You are a good boy, Buck” he reassured him and gave him a kiss. ”Can you stand up please, it’s time to put the cock cage on” he said and gave Buck’s hip a little squeeze. Sucking his lip in and bitting down on it, Buck sniffled as he stood up slowly. He watched as Eddie grabbed everything he needed. ”Okay, I’m going to start now, let me know if your skin gets pinched” Eddie said as he grabbed the base ring and pulled Buck a bit closer.

By the time Eddie was finished putting it on, Buck had tears running down his cheeks again. ”How long do I have to wear it, Sir? I can’t remember” He asked tearfully as Eddie inspected his handy work. ”Three days. Let’s say 6.30pm. Hopefully we won’t be on call but if we are we’ll take care of it when we get back to the station and everything has calmed down”

Whimpering, Buck brought his hands up to his face and pressed the heel of his hand to his eyes. Eddie shuffled up on the bed, took his t-shirt off and patted the bed. ”Come lie down baby” he said and held out his hand for Buck. ”Good boy” he said softly as Buck took his hand and crawled up on the bed and lied down with his head on Eddie’s arm. Shuffling around a bit, Eddie had about half his body on top of Buck, his foot between Buck’s and his face close to Buck’s.

”Shhh, you’re okay, I’ve got you” Eddie whispered calmly as Buck whimpered and squirmed. ”Calm down, baby” he whispered and reached up to grip the back of Buck’s neck. He gave it a squeeze before just holding it in a slight grip. Not too hard but not too soft. ”Close your eyes, focus on your breathing, the touch of my hand and the weight of my body on yours” Eddie whispered as he looked at Buck.

Eddie watched as Buck took a shaky breath and blink a few times before he let his eyes stay closed. ”Good boy, that’s it, just relax” Eddie said as he tightened his hold on Buck and pressed a kiss to Buck’s lips. As he continued to whisper his praise for Buck, Buck finally relaxed and slowly his breath evened out as he fell asleep. Getting comfortable, Eddie closed his eyes to try and get some sleep too.

—

Looking up as the bell rung, Buck quickly shoved the last piece of brownie into his mouth and put the glass of milk down on the table before following Chimney, Hen, Eddie and the rest of the crew down the stairs and into the firetruck. Getting into the seat next to Eddie he put his headset on and smiled. As they started driving, Buck stared outside.

Sniffling, he reached up and wiped his nose before looking at his hands confused. ”Wow, guys, I think my allergies are blowing up. Maybe they’re advancing” he mused and turned to look at Eddie. ”Did you look at the pollen prediction today? When I checked it said there wasn’t a lot of pollen but I feel like there’s a lot of pollen” Buck said and rubbed his eyes before squinting. ”Are you guys not feeling this? I can like see the pollen!” Buck said amazed as he looked outside.

Chim and Eddie looked at each other confused. ”You okay?” Eddie as  he looked at him. Buck nodded and smiled widely.

Jumping down from the steps on the truck, Buck chuckled as he thought of how nice it felt to be sitting next to Eddie. Eddie was wonderful. And so handsome. Smiling as he grabbed the bag of equipment, he hummed happily as he pulled out a pair of gloves and rolled them on as he followed the others into the building.

Spotting Athena arresting a woman, Buck looked around frowning. There was so much colour and so much noise. He took a quick step so he was closer to Eddie. His frown deepened as the crew stopped and he looked down. ”Uh oh” he whispered and raised his hands to his chest. His eyes widened as he saw Chim and Eddie walk away, he was all alone and in danger now. Gulping, Buck looked at the colors in front of him and tried to analyze it all. Gasping, he stood up straight and grasped his bag as he leaned back a bit to try and protect himself.

”Did these beauty queens shrink or are we suddenly giants?” He asked confused and turned to look at Hen that was supposed to be beside him. Stumbling around in a circle as Hen was gone, Buck turned his terrified gaze back to the little humans.

”I think he means you guys!” Athena said appearing out of no where again, the woman she’d been arresting was gone. Buck looked at her wide eyed. ”Hi Athena! These are the tiniest little ladies I’ve ever seen. Teeny tiny!” He said and held up his fingers to show her how small they were. ”Excuse me?” Athena asked. ”So tiny” he whispered and looked down at them again.

”Henrietta!” Athena shouted making Buck jump slightly. ”Thena!” Hen shouted happily and stepped over. She gasped. ”Oh you smell like love” She said softly and closed her eyes as she sniffed the air. Buck wrinkled his nose, he couldn’t smell anything. Was his nose broken? ”Chimney! Eddie! I need you guys over here!” Athena shouted as she looked back at them.

Turning around, Buck grabbed the balloon and gave it a sniff. No, his nose wasn’t broken, he could smell the balloon just fine. Obviously it was Hen’s nose that was broken. Giggling as he punched the balloon and watched it bounce into the other balloon his mouth opened and stared at it fixated. They were so pretty.

”Guys, look at me! You know where you are?” Chimney asked sharply causing Buck to turn around quickly, tangling himself up in the balloons. ”Im stuck” he pouted and tried to break free from the balloons. ”Help!” He shouted as he headed a balloon and it came right back and attacked him. He could hear Hen crying and he would help but he was busy fighting his own war.

”Hey, hey, hey” Buck looked up and stopped punching balloons as he heard Eddie speak. ”M stuck” Buck whined and looked at Eddie sadly. ”I’m going to get you out okay? How are you feeling?” Eddie asked as he started to untangle Buck from the string of balloons. ”I feel stuck! Thats what I feel!” Buck snapped and grunted as he punched one of the ballots hard.

”Enough! Stop moving  and calm down” Eddie said firmly. Buck immediately stopped moving and looked at Eddie wide eyed. Getting Buck free, he led him over to the entrance and away from the public next to where Hen, Chimney and Athena were. ”Guys, we have to put these on you okay? Its for yours and everyone else protection” Athena said as she reached for her handcuffs.

”I don’t want to go to jail, I haven’t done anything” Buck sniffled as Athena brought his hands behind his back and cuffed him. ”Please, I don’t want to go” He cried and hung his head sadly. ”You’re not going to jail, Buckaroo. We just need to take you to the hospital to get you checked out and find out what you guys have been dosed with” Athena said as she borrowed the handcuffs of another officer and cuffed Hen as well.

As Athena grabbed his arm, Buck whimpered. ”No, no, no, Eddie please, don’t let her take me, please!” Buck cried and tugged  himself free from Athena’s grip and leaned against Eddie. Eddie took a deep breath and sighed at the confused looks his coworkers, minus Hen, was sending him. ”Can’t we drive them? We’ve been taken offline anyway” Eddie suggested as he patted Buck on the shoulder and gave it a squeeze. Athena looked at Chimney who shrugged. ”I mean he’s right” he said. ”Sure. Go on, drive them to the hospital, I’ll radio it in” Athena said and handed Chimney the keys for the handcuffs.

Getting Hen secured at the head of the ambulance, Eddie put Buck next to him before giving Chim the ready to go signal. ”You guys feeling okay still?” Eddie asked as he glanced at the two. Hen gave him a happy grin and a nod. ”So good” she replied. ”I want you to hold me” Buck mumbled and pouted as he pressed as close he could to Eddie. Hen chuckled as Eddie brought his hand around Buck’s shoulder. ”How long?” She asked as Buck closed his eyes and leaned into Eddie’s hold. ”How long what?” Eddie asked and looked at her. ”How long have you been dating?” She clarified with a smug happy grin. Eddie chuckled and looked down at Buck. He was silent for a moment. ”Five months” he replied and looked up at Hen who gasped. ”Chimney! They’ve been dating for five months!” She shouted excited. ”Wait, wait, wait, what?” Chimney shouted back. ”I think you’re math sucks, you’ve only been on the job for four months” Chim replied and glanced in the rear view mirror.

Eddie chuckled and shrugged. ”Your math is correct but so is mine” He said. ”I have so many questions right now!” Chimney said as he pulled up to the hospital. Eddie laughed some more. Hen was just sitting there blinking. ”We’re here” Chim said as he turned off the engine and got out of the car.

An hour and a half later Hen had been picked up by Karen, Chim had driven back to the station with the ambulance and Eddie was riding in a taxi with Buck. The man was more awake now. ”Is Christopher home?” Buck asked as he rubbed his wrists where the cuffs had been. ”No, he’s with Shannon remember” Eddie said as he looked at Buck. ”Awwww, but I want to see him” Buck whined and pouted. Eddie chuckled. ”He’s coming over on Friday and he’ll be over for two weeks then, you can see him then” Buck still pouted but it was a tiny bit smaller.

”Do you think there’s someone at the station who doesn’t know we’re dating by now?” Buck mused as he grabbed Eddie’s hand and stroked it. Eddie chuckled at Buck’s actions before shaking his head. ”No I’m sure Hen and Chim have been able to tell or text everyone by now. You okay with that?” Eddie asked. Buck grinned as he nodded. ”Mhmm cause I love you and now they know it. And they found out by you taking care of me so that’s the best way cause you’re always taking care of me and making sure I’m good” Buck rambled. Eddie was about to respond when Buck suddenly gasped and sat up.

”We have ice cream sandwiches in the freezer! Can I have one?! Please!! Pretty please!” Buck begged as he looked at Eddie wide eyed and pleading. Eddie groaned silently before nodding. ”Yeah, you can have one” He replied and shook his head. The munchies was kicking in then. He glanced at his watch. Only 2-3 hours before the worst of it should be over. Looking over at Buck who was doing a happy dance singing about ice cream sandwiches, he hoped the hours would go by quickly.

”Oh and Sir! Its passed 6.30pm” Buck grinned and patted his crotch. ”I can be free” he shouted, switching his song from ice cream to cock cages. ”Oh god” Eddie groaned. He made sure to tip the taxi driver well before ushering Buck inside.

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Love Bites - Chapter 1

Love Bites, a Boku no Hero Academia/My Hero Academia Fanfic. Chapter 1 - Desire to bite.

Summary: In which Bakugou “does Midoriya a favour” and bites his neck, claiming him to be his mate for life. But this is still a Kiribaku/Bakushima fic. Omegaverse.

Pairings: Bakugou/Kirishima, Bakugou/Midoriya

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku, Sero Hanta, Mina Ashido, Kaminari Denki

Rating: Explicit

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It had been two years since Katsuki had claimed Deku. The omega had gotten better. So much better that Bakugou was almost regretting having ever bitten him. The little shit had not only been accepted into UA, but he was also in his class. He wore a collar, specially designed to make sure no alpha claimed him, even if he’d already been claimed by the best alpha there was.

Izuku was strangely screwed up for life. He’d have to live with the fact that no other alpha could touch him if it wasn’t Bakugou, but if Katsuki hadn’t done what he’d done when he’d done it, Midoriya wouldn’t have been able to get into UA, to follow his dream. So, even if he couldn’t mate with another alpha, and even if his love life was now totally ruined for everyone else, Deku owed everything to Bakugou. And Katuski loved it.

Luckily, Midoriya took his medicine diligently and Bakugou never felt the pull of his heat call him in. He was sure he’d make himself physically sick if he were to ever touch that omega in any type of sexual context.

He’d always been a strange alpha when it came to omegas. All his life, Katsuki had felt that omegas wouldn’t do anything to him. He’d never been interested in them, and rarely felt the attraction caused by their pheromones. That’s until he met a certain redheaded someone. Bakugou didn’t want to admit it but he felt things when Kirishima was around.

And it seemed like it was mutual for the omega. Which made everything very easy. Katsuki started slow. He scented the other and was even bold enough to mark him with his own scent in front of his friends. Eijirou had almost lost it and had reacted extremely well to the touches, his excitement showing in his trousers as he gasped, moaning about how Bakugou was really manly.

And Kirishima wasn’t even a normal omega, which definitely pleased Bakugou. He was strong and determined, like he’d been made for him. He respected Katsuki but took no shit from him, which was incredibly admirable.

It was more complicated than a simple crush, the blond noted. It was more of needing him around to feel safe, to feel well. The scent Kirishima radiated made him feel better, soothed his troubled soul and his wrinkled brow. And he was sure he had a similar effect on the omega.

It turned out it wasn’t as easy as Bakugou had anticipated. Mainly because he was prideful and didn’t know how to deal with his feelings or use words to express things he thought were obvious. But Kirishima was still always by his side, even when they didn’t go past slight teasing and rubbing their scent over the other. It was still a good way to claim him, Katsuki tried to reason with himself.

And then he’d gone and got himself kidnapped, and when he was close to losing hope, Eijirou’s hand was in the sky, waiting only for the perfect grip that would match his. Bakugou didn’t want to admit he’d been saved, but he had. And thanks to that incident, things got a little weird. They held hands now, and it wasn’t strange at all for them to go places together, their hands intertwined.

Sero, a measly beta, was the first one to get tired of it out of the Bakusquad, which come as a surprise to Katsuki. He was sure the first one to voice his awkwardness would have been Pikachu, given the amount of glares he sent their way every day.

“Well, are you official or not?” Plain Face whined after watching them go hand in hand to the cafeteria.

Baugou just answered with a low growl, which was a warning to stay away from the subject.

“I wanna know too!” Mina shrieked, shoving herself in between Katsuki and Kirishima, breaking their hands apart. She was an alpha, too, which obviously didn’t sit well with the explosive blond. She was far too close to something that wasn’t technically his but had been made to be, sooner or later.

Eijirou blushed, almost the colour of his hair. Bakugou didn’t fail to notice how his lips quivered as he tried to come up with an answer. His stupid heart was pounding with emotions he was better off without, thank you very much.

“I don’t know, Bakugou, are we?” Kirishima almost whispered, his voice low. The blond frowned, his eyes narrowing. Was this some sort of game? A test? Was he supposed to just say they were? Maybe it was an alpha thirst that the omega had and he had to prove it. But he honestly didn’t know what to do.

“Whatever.” He growled, as if that was answer enough, and he left, hoping no one had noticed the panic in his voice.

A few steps ahead he was met with Eijirou’s hand in his and they shared a warm look that could only mean one thing.

It had happened by accident. They were studying in Bakugou’s room and Kirishima was squirming around in his chair, looking uncomfortable. His smell was stronger than usual and Katsuki couldn’t help himself, having caught himself leaning in towards the omega, getting closer to his neck than he should be.

Dangerous.

But good.

So good.

Eijirou moved suddenly. Like a twitch. And with the sudden spasm of his body, he let out a moan. One that resonated inside of the alpha, snapping him away from reality. His senses sharpened immediately and he could tell the other boy was hard and leaking.

Was this the effect Bakugou had on Kirishima? Or was the omega simply close to his heat? It didn’t matter, Katsuki had to do something, anything, to get him out of those clothes and into his bed.

A closer look at the redhead disclosed that he was panting, his breathing troubled, his mouth open to facilitate the intake of air. His face was nearly the colour of his hair and he was emanating such a sweet smell and a lot of warmth.

The image alone was enough to push the blonde over the edge, and, resting his hands on either side of the other’s cheeks, he dove into a kiss.

As their lips crashed together, he felt something he’d never felt before. Sure, he hadn’t kissed anyone before, but he was sure this wasn’t just a regular kiss. He was sure this went beyond, that this topped everything. The omega’s mouth fitted so perfectly into his he was sure he’d been created surely to make him happy. His sharp teeth prodded at his lips and Bakugou let out a moan before opening his entrance and letting Kirishima’s tongue inside of him.

It hadn’t crossed Katsuki’s mind that not only was Eijirou going along with it, but he was also very keen, initiating the movements himself.

Fuck, he’d found the perfect omega.

He didn’t need one of those wishy-washy, submissive little shits. He didn’t want that. He wanted a strong partner, strong in mind and in will, capable of doing things for themselves, not afraid of going against Bakugou if they had to.

And Kirishima was the one.

He’d gone as far as to save him, what more proof did he need to know this omega was his soul mate.

His fated pair.

Katsuki just had to sink his teeth in and make sure the rest of the world knew that this one was his.

The redhead was not afraid of him, unlike everyone else. He wasn’t afraid of telling Bakugou what he was doing wrong or telling him what he wanted. And Katsuki really admired that. He pretended he hated it, but it sat well with him on a level he couldn’t understand.

The fact that he’d found an omega to match him made him feel different.

Special.

And they were sharing such an intimate kiss that he was melting into his cute omega. He couldn’t let him go, not now, not ever.

The tongue in his mouth grew bolder and Bakugou felt hands on his shoulders, wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer.

He had initiative and was willing to do things to get what he wanted. And right now it seemed that what Kirishima wanted was Katuski. And the blond would kill to give him everything he desired.

He led him to his bed and gently pulled him onto it, not wasting time on pressing himself against him.

Finally they’d gotten somewhere, and it was Heaven. The omega beneath him was panting and moaning, his little touches were like fire, but in a good kind of way. In a way he now knew he couldn’t live without.

His kisses were dangerous but good. His sharp teeth posed a threat he was all too glad to assume and he let Kirishima nibble on his sensitive lips, maybe even let him draw blood. In all honesty it felt too good to stop, the heat increasing between them.

Bakugou felt the omega rut against him, his clothed cock hungrily searching for pleasure, blindly following instincts. Oh god. The blond almost felt his brain melt. It was all nearly too much. The smell the other was emanating, which he was rubbing all over the alpha, to make sure other omegas knew who this one belonged to, plus his sharp teeth marking his skin, leaving bite marks and blood as his lips travelled Katsuki’s neck were all making the blond feel elated, like never before.

It was time the alpha took over and he pressed his mouth against the redhead’s neck, forcing the other to throw his head back, gasps and moans spilling out of his cute lips, his whole body thrashing with the urge to keep Bakugou’s head pressed against him. He acted on the impulse, burying his hands in blond hair, hardening them slightly as he pressed on the locks, forcing them down. The male hissed at the feeling, but was secretly loving it.

And all the while they’d been playing this pseudo dominating game, their cocks had been rubbing tightly against each other, their trousers interfering with their pleasure, the smell leaking from Kirishima’s tip enough to make Katsuki’s head spin. He smelt so good, so edible, so fuckable. Which was exactly what the blond was planning. He wanted to dig his fingers up the other’s arse and leave them there, make sure everyone knew he was not available to mate anyone else. Because he was Bakugou Katsuki’s precious omega and fuck anyone else who decided to lay eyes on him.

Maybe he should do something about it.

Maybe he should claim what was rightfully his.

He licked the neck, covering as much skin in saliva as he could, trying to assess where the bite mark would look better. He wanted somewhere visible, and maybe he’d bite more than once, make sure the message was well received by everyone who glanced at Kirishima’s neck. Bakugou Katsuki’s. Don’t touch. Don’t look. Leaving a lot of angry red marks would definitely make everyone know who the alpha behind the damage was.

And Kirishima could leave one on his skin as well. Those scary shark teeth of his would definitely be good at marking, at showing the world that he had his mate and his choice had been made.

More licking, followed by slowly inhaling the deep, rich scent that was so obviously Kirishima. It was making him roll his eyes back in pleasure, goose bumps appearing all over his body, and small shivers nearly making him loose his concentration.

A new scent filled his nose as he realised that being this close to being mated was making Eijirou wet. The image in his brain made his heart skip a beat. He had such an influence over the omega he could hardly believe it.

Bakugou needed to make sure his realizations were true and he quickly stuffed his hand into the other’s underwear, pulling them down slightly. His fingers started tracing soft, warm skin as they searched for his entrance. Finding the slick hole nearly made Katsuki cum in his pants. With the boxers down he could now properly smell the divine liquid oozing out of the omega and it was making him want to knot him very, very badly.

The boy underneath him was obviously enjoying himself as the blond toyed with his entrance. He was slowly rubbing a finger over the ring of muscle and that was enough to make Kirishima groan and moan.

It made Bakugou want to bite him.

Claim him.

Take him.

Make him his.

No one else could hear him like this.

No one could see him like this.

No one should smell him.

He had to be his.

His.

Forever.

Katsuki’s mouth was back on his neck and his teeth pressed lightly against the skin, applying mock bites as he stuck a finger into Kirishima.

A long whine came from the redhead, which made the alpha want to claim him with more force. He’d never felt this before, never understood all the things he’d been told about normal alpha behaviour, but it all suddenly made sense.

This omega had to be his. He had to make him his or he would regret it eternally. He opened his mouth wider, preparing himself for the claiming bite as he stuffed his finger in to the second knuckle.

“Uh… I don’t know if you should bite me, Bakugou.” Kirishima panted underneath him. The blond had been so engrossed in his fantasy that the voice of the other shook him slightly, but wasn’t enough to ease him out of his dream-like state.

“Hmmmmnn, why not?” He hummed, barely noticing what was said between them.

“I mean, I really like you, but I think it’s kinda early and it’s a big deal and…”

“S’not a big deal, though.” Katsuki was pressing his tongue against the redhead’s jawline, moving his finger in deeper into the omega’s arse, which forced a loud moan from the other.

“What do you mean, it’s not a big deal, it’s forever, you know!?” The blond could feel Kirishima’s discomfort in between his pants and groans. He could tell he was uneasy and something inside of him warned him to calm him down. His mind seemed to be somewhere else, however, and he was finding it hard to think. Whatever could he say to make it better?

“I’ve done it before, it’s easy.” He managed to say, opening his mouth wide and pressing his teeth against soft skin, gleaming thanks to the amount of saliva he’d added. He couldn’t continue what he was about to do since he noticed Eijirou tense underneath him and he registered what he’d said. He pulled out of him, noticing the change in the omega.

“You’ve done it before!?”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Bakugou’s mind raced, hoping there was something he could do to save the moment. He felt hardened hands push him away from the neck he’d been trying to dig his teeth into, and suddenly the situation was more real than before. He’d been brought back down abruptly, and he knew he was in a very delicate situation.

“You’ve bitten an omega, Bakugou? You’ve claimed someone? You are someone’s mate?”

All the things he was saying were true but Katsuki didn’t want to admit them. It wasn’t what it seemed and he had to make it right somehow.

“Yes, but…”

“So you’re someone else’s alpha?”

“Yeah but no, look…”

“There’s another omega? There’s someone fucking else? I knew this couldn’t be true! I knew this was too good for me! I knew something would happen!”

“Can you listen to me?” Bakugou was close to loosing his cool, to boiling over.

“You’ve got a pair!?”

“It was just a bite, Kirishima. It meant nothing!”

“AND YOU WERE GOING TO DO IT TO ME TOO! AND IT WOULD MEAN NOTHING AGAIN!”

“No! It’s not what you think!”

“HOW IS IT NOT WHAT I THINK? YOU MARKED ANOTHER OMEGA. YOU CLAIMED SOMEONE ELSE AND YOU WANTED TO DO THE SAME TO ME!”

“Kirishima, It’s-”

“WHAT? IT’S WHAT? What are you going to say exactly? You bit Midoriya when you were small when you were playing alphas and omegas and you think it meant nothing!? Because news flash for you, Bakugou, that still fucking counts!”

Katsuki stayed quiet, dumbfounded. He’d heard of cases like that, were kids screwed each other over by playing adult and biting other’s necks. It fucked kids over completely. Some entered premature heats, others ended up, strangely enough, infertile for life. They all paired, except if they’d been bitten or had bitten betas, and had had to live with the consequences of their actions.

Kirishima understood what the silence meant completely.

“You…bit… Midoriya. That’s why he’s so… different. You… claimed him… He’s your omega!”

Well, they weren’t lies, but they weren’t truths either, but Bakugou could feel the pain in the redhead’s voice as he spoke.

The blond sighed, getting ready to start telling the story which he was so ashamed about. Yeah, he’d been smug about it up until now, but now, now he just felt bad. He felt like he’d screwed over more than just Midoriya.

He’d screwed himself up.

He’d fucked up whatever he had with Kirishima. And if he wasn’t careful, he’d fuck Kirishima up too.

“I can’t believe you!” Eijirou spat at him, his face contorting in disgust. His eyes were oozing hatred and betrayal and he was shacking as he was trying to get the alpha off of him. Bakugou tried to stop him from doing so but he eventually decided that struggling with him would make matters worse.

So he let the omega push him away and watched as the redhead left his room without even trying to dress himself properly.

How was Katsuki going to get himself out of this one?

It didn’t help that the Bakusquad prevented Bakugou from actually interacting with Kirishima. At least they didn’t seem to know what was going on, but they knew the omega was upset with him.

He’d tried to talk to him in class, but Sero got in his way and smirked at him while pointing at his elbows. Bakugou got the message.

He tried to get close to him at the canteen but Kaminari threatened to electrify his water and while the threat in itself wasn’t a big deal and the beta didn’t frighten him in the slightest, he could see Kirishima watching, and he was not in a position to scare the omega away further. So instead of getting angry he just walked away.

He tried to get into his dorm but Mina opened the door to Eijirou’s room and just shook her head before closing it in his face.

But Bakugou was prepared to fight acid, tape and electricity if it got Kirishima to listen to him.

Kirishima was trembling in his bed. He’d managed to stop the tears from flowing for a day now and his friends had been extremely supportive. None of them knew what was going on, and even if they did, they wouldn’t understand. Betas had it easy, they didn’t have to deal with mated pairs and shit like that. And Mina was an alpha, but the omega couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t immediately back Bakugou up, taking his side.

He wasn’t exactly alone but he felt very lonely. Like no one could understand him. The idea that maybe Midoriya did crossed his mind, but he didn’t want to think about him. Whenever he did he just imagined Katsuki balls deep into another omega, one who was more of an omega than him. One who was soft and warm, and nice and brave, and confident, and smart and everything any alpha would ever want.

It wasn’t just jealousy. It wasn’t just that Bakugou had chosen what nature intended him to choose. There was hurt, since he’d been interested in him. He’d been stringing him along, making him believe he was wanted by alphas. And not just any alpha, but the best in class. But no, he’d been lied to, used. He was mated to an actual, real omega. Not one that was just a miserable mess, not strong enough to even get over his own past.

Fuck, it hurt. Kirishima hadn’t expected rejection to hurt so much. But then again, it wasn’t just rejection. It was self-doubt and jealousy, and a little bit of heart break.

He’d had a crush on Bakugou for so long and now all he could do about it was cry! And he still had so many things he wasn’t sure about. When had Midoriya been claimed? Was it before Katsuki met him?

A small ray of hope opened up for Kirishima. Maybe the blond hadn’t been lying. Maybe he’d regretted pairing up with Izuku. He didn’t seem to like him at all and didn’t even interact with him aside from snarling and looking down at him.

But maybe it was an act.

Maybe they had agreed to keep it like that, to pretend. Or maybe it went beyond that, maybe it was some kind of roleplay that got Bakugou off. Or maybe he was just into hate-sex so he had to claim someone he really despised?

And maybe they’d been fucking for months, every time Midoriya got his heat. None of them were absent during his heats, and Kirishima hated how he hadn’t noticed before. Of course there was a reason Izuku the omega wasn’t suffering during his heat week. Because he’d been claimed. Nature knew he had a partner, and only his alpha would be affected by his pheromones.

Eijirou, instead, along with all the unmated omegas, had to stay in his room every time his heat came. That or it could end up disastrously for them.

Kirishima cursed himself. Cursed his luck. Cursed how oblivious he’d been. Cursed how he still felt that Bakugou was the one for him.

Of course they’d been going too fast. Maybe that was Katsuki’s intention from the beginning. Maybe he was one of those omega hoarders. He needed to claim as many omegas as he could to feel superior. Kirishima was a lot of things, but he wasn’t just an omega that would be used to be claimed uselessly. Maybe Midoriya might have let him do whatever he wanted with him, but he wasn’t about to let Bakugou do as he pleased.

The redhead bit hard, his sharp teeth clenching tightly as new tears fell down his face. A new determination swept him away from his misery and forced him to look ahead, unashamed.

Bakugou could be the biggest shit he wanted to be, but he would never fuck with Kirishima.

The omega hardened his body as he let out a frustrated whine, throwing his head back. These pathetic feelings he had for the disgusting alpha could not last. Would not last.

Eijirou raised his head and decided he loathed Bakugou Katsuki.

[shingeki-this-kyojin]

Happy Holidays! Have some of my Modern Collage AU!

Pairing: Springles (Sasha Blouse x Connie Springer)

Rating: G (General Audiences)

World: Modern/Collage AU

enjoy!

It was only 5:49pm and it was already pitch black outside. The wonders of Winter. Sasha stared out the kitchen window aimlessly; watching the snow fall, gazing at passersby walking down the side walk, peering up when she spotted headlights, but quickly leaned back onto the windowsill again when she could see the vehicle and that it wasn’t the one she was looking for. She played with the band around her wrist, and then switched to play with her hair that she had taken down to shower earlier that day.

She was waiting for Connie to get back to their shared dorm home. They rented it with their giant group of friends, seeing as it could fit all of them snugly with the absurd number of rooms and space held within. It was nice having a big house to goof around in and a bunch of cool people to hang out with. It was rare that no one was home, so you were guaranteed to having someone there to bug.

Lost in thought a bit, Sasha barely noticed the headlights in the driveway go off, but the change was enough to have her sit fully up from her lean and smoosh her face up against the chilly glass to get a better look. When she saw the figure digging out bags from the trunk, she knew it was Connie that had come back. More than half the house had gone out somewhere, and the other half were either decorating, or sick, or taking care of the sick.

Sasha broke into a mad sprint to the front door, swinging it open with ease. She started making her way down the walkway. After locking his car, Connie looked up at the form approaching him.

“Hey Sash! It’s freezing out here, go back in, I’m good!” he called with a big smile adoring his face.

She ignored him and continued to make her way forward. Once reaching him, she smiled brightly.

“Gimme half! I can at least help a little!” She demanded in a jolly tone.

Seeing as Marcel and Ymir were sick, Sasha opted to make them some nice soup while Connie left to shop for a few things. She felt bad not accompanying him, but the look of delight on Marcel’s face and the wonky, but genuine smile on Ymirs face with the soup offering was more than worth it. That and Porco thanking her as well in such a heartfelt way. It was nice and then funny when Pieck pointed out how sappy he looked so he retreated back into the living-room (stomped back, more like it) to continue decorating.

Connie relented and gave her about half the bags to which she happily took them, taking big strides back to the house, leaving Connie’s warnings of slowing down and not slipping as well as his comment on how he’d be in the house by now on deaf ears.

Once inside, they were greeted with Porco yelling to “close the damn door” and Pieck welcoming Connie back from the living-room. Connie greeted them both back as he knocked his boot against the outside trim before making his way in. He kicked his boots off, like Sasha did, and dropped his half of the bags off onto the counter. Sasha was already unloading them and placing food into the fridge or freezer or cupboard or wherever they needed to go.

“Ohh! Thanks for the measuring stuff, Reiner still couldn’t find that spoon set that he swore he had. Plus we really needed some big measuring cups.” She exclaimed. Connie grinned back at her in response as he unloaded the bags before him. Placing the bags of chips in the counter top, Connie peered over to Sasha who had collected a number of things and was lining them up on the island.

“Wait, you wanna make the cookies now?” he asked, eyeing up all the ingredients needed for Gingerbread.

“YES! This is what I’ve been waiting for!” She exclaimed, overjoyed.

This was her favorite part of the holidays, making deserts, but especially making Gingerbread cookies. She still couldn’t drive a vehicle herself and had to rely on others taking her out or getting stuff for her, but seeing as everyone was so busy this time of year, she hadn’t been able to go and get all the baking supplies she needed this year. It had her feeling mildly depressed, so when Connie finally asked what she needed that morning, she teared up.

“Okay, okay! Wash your hands and we’ll get started.” He lamented.

She nodded, turning to the sink, before she stopped to tie her hair up into a high pony tale. Connie took this time to wash his hands, and when she began to wash hers, he noticed how much the sweater she wore hung off her shoulders.

“Soooooo, what happened to the sweater?” He asked.

She snorted and started drying her hands.

“I stretched it out a bit too much to make it comfy.” She began, a big grin on her face, ”And then I washed it and the hole was even bigger, so now I gotta go out and buy Bert a new one altogether.”

A lot of them decided to dig into Bertholdt’s sweater collection and steal whatever fit, which, everything fit everyone and then some. Bert didn’t pay any mind, he thought it was cute and happily allowed the sweaters to be borrowed. Key word is: Borrow. So Sasha very much did need to buy the guy a new sweater, but she knew Bert wouldn’t really care much, he’d appreciate her going out of her way to get him a new one.

“So where do we start?” Connie spoke. He’d never made Gingerbread himself, only bought the pre-made stuff at the store to decorate. Sasha looked up at him, a gleam in her eyes and a giant smile on her lips.

She began taking him through the steps: dry mix, wet ingredients, mixing, rolling, all with excitement. At his question as to why she had a sad look about her at points, she told him it was something she and her Grandma would do every Holiday season. She loved it so much and it was always her favorite thing, spending time with her Grandma. She didn’t say much after that and Connie viewed her with understanding. He wouldn’t push what didn’t need to be pushed.

“Well, if you want, we can make this a yearly thing between us.” He started, causing Sasha to stop and look up at him. He folded the dough again and pressed down. “You can teach me, just like your Grandmother taught you, and we can make these every single year!” He finished, grinning and looking to her. She gave a sweet smile back to him and nodded.

“I’d love that, Connie.”

After cutting out all the cookies into people and filling the trays, Sasha popped them into the pre-heated oven where it would take a time before they were done. The two washed their hands again.

“It feels so oo-y goo-y, but it’s kinda cool after a while.” He spoke, a bit grossed out at how the remnants of dough fell from his fingers in little gloops while under the water. It was kinda nasty, but it reminded him of silly puddy and just being a little kid in general.

“You’ll get used to it. Over time, you start to love it and can’t wait for it.” Sasha spoke, obviously remembering over time how she felt about folding the dough.

“Thick doughs feel a lot different from thin ones and wet ones, those are sticky and get EVERYWHERE.” She laughed.

“Yeesh, maybe we can work our way up to that then.” He said in response, wincing a bit.

“Yes, of course!” She agreed.

They started cleaning up after turning some music on to get them into the mood. Cleaning was never the fun part, but it had to be done. They moved around each other seamlessly, almost dancing. When they’d bump into each other they would laugh and giggle quick apologies, before going back into the rhythm. It didn’t take to long to scrub the islands counter and throw away the tiny pieces that didn’t make it and were too small to do anything with, even together. They hand washed the bowls and measuring cups and spoons and utensils, and through idle chatter they found the cookies to be done.

Sasha took them out wearing her oven mitts and put the trays onto the stove top to cool off.

“Kay, so now we get the frosting and stuff ready to decorate!” She began, gathering up the various coloured frostings from the counter to place onto the island.

“Should we use some paper towel or something so we don’t have to clean much again?” Connie interjected.

The strawberry brunette shook her head, yes, and grabbed something from one of the pull-out drawers.

“Parchment paper.” She spoke. “It’ll keep everything clean as we decorate. When we finish a cookie we can just put it back onto the trays for now, since the icing would then need time to set.”

She ripped some of the paper off of the roll and placed it onto the island with the icing.

“Perfect!” Connie exclaimed. “Also, I’ll be back, potty break.” He quickly said before he left the kitchen.

He returned to Sasha touching the cookies lightly. She looked back at him and stated they were cool enough to decorate now. He helped her bring the trays into the island where they could reach things better and the two began their decorating.

Sasha decided to make her cookies look like their housemates. She asked Connie ahead of time to make sure he got black icing to which he had asked if it even existed. After looking to her cookies now and then, he realized why and thought it was cute.

Connie went a different way. He wasn’t so good at piping, nor was he going to bother with filling, so, he just drew squiggles and swirls. He made a face on each one, at least, but the most important thing was having a steady hand with the letters. On the chest of everyone one of his Gingerbread people was a letter. Even if Sasha looked over, she may think that Connie just didn’t know what to fill the space with, so he’d just put a letter there, but she was fully engrossed in what he was doing to pay much attention to him.

When the two had finished they looked over their tiny Gingerbread friends.

“Wow, Sash, thats super cool!” Connie expressed with joy as he looked over the cookies Sasha had worked hard on. “Also, where are the giant muscles on Gingerbread Me?” He joked, earning him a laugh and a tiny shove, which he snickered at.

“No, but, honestly...These are amazing, they’ll love ‘em.” He complimented.

“Thanks, I’m sure everyone’ll have a fun time eating themselves.” She grinned. “So, let me see what you’ve got.” She peered up at him expectantly.

It took him a few seconds of just nervously gazing at her, to move his body away from what he had been covering up.

The Gingerbread people had been placed in a way where the letters on their chests could spell something. It took Sasha a moment of genuinely loving what Connie had done with all the Gingerbread people to spell out what was written.

“...U...Wanna Date...?” She said out loud. It then clicked in. She turned her head to Connie who had the biggest blush she’d ever seen on him, and that alone lit her own face up. She looked back to the cookies, reading it in her head again and then back to Connie who looked a bit more worried than before.

She snorted and then began to laugh whole-heartedly, a sweet look on her face. Connie was a bit taken aback, but when Sasha turned to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck, and then leaned in to kiss him, he knew it was okay. They both smiled into the kiss and they both broke it to laugh. Sasha held him close, to which he responded by wrapping his arms around her waist.

“So what does that mean?” He questioned was a love struck look. She looked up at him, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“It means, as long as we eat those now, so no one else thinks you’re asking them out, I’ll date you.” She answered.

It was Connies turn to burst out laughing now. He loved her, so very much.

“It’s a deal!”

[my-mystic-messenger]

Hello! Can I maybe have the rfa + v and saeran planning something romantic with mc but everything going completely wrong? Bonus points if its very fluffy! Thank you! Btw, your hc always make me happy! You're a top writer and I really enjoy the way you write the rfa, but especially saeran! Thanks!

Well sweetcheeks Saeran is my favouriteof all of them hands down so I’m very happy you enjoy me writing himas much as I do. I think he has the most potential and the bestdesign, personally. I also think that Cheritz wasted him (and most ofthe other characters) in order to putsch Seven which is something Ifind extremely tiring. So, until I get a Saeran route that does thatpoor boy justice you can pry that beautiful creature from my cold,dead hands. Also, I’ll write HC’s for him until my hands start tobleed. Saeran (◕▿◕✿)I think I overdid it a little? I hope you still like it?

|| REQUEST ARE (ALWAYS) OPEN!! ||

Zen

♬ he’d planned this date for a long time

♬ the two of you had been so busy lately,Zen had decided to do something special to make up for it

♬ everything was perfectly planned andtaken care off

♬ he’d prepared a beautiful picnic to beeaten at the park

♬ the food he’d prepared was mostly selfmade and delicious

♬ the weather outside was sunny and warm

♬ and the paddle boat rent had openedagain for the season

♬ it was time for the perfect date

♬ you’d been so excited for that date too

♬ seeing how happy and cheerful Zen wasabout it only made it better

♬ he’d found a beautiful, shady spotunder a big willow

♬ you’d spread out your big blanket andthen went on to rent the paddle boat

♬ neither of you was really hungry atthat moment, and the glistering lake just looked so enticing

♬ at first everything was fine, idyllicand romantic even

♬ sitting opposite each other you smiledand laughed together, talked about anything and everything

♬ Zen was paddling, strong arms allowingyou to glide over the water

♬ you had one of those pretty parasolsthat made the entire scene seem as if from a movie

♬ Zen really liked that idea, yourrelationship being the type people made movies about

♬ sadly, those moments often lasted for avery brief time and this was no different

♬ when he got up to get to you and pressa sweet kiss to your lips, Zen lost balance

♬ suddenly the boat was shaking rapidlyand you getting nervous caused the two of you to flail and fall

♬ the water was bitter cold, despite thesun

♬ neither of you was able to turn theboat back around and get in, so you had to swim

♬ you were forced to leave the parasolbehind he’d gotten you, almost drowning for a moment

♬ once finally outside of the water,drenched and shaking, you’d made your way to the willow only to findthat animals had attacked your basket and most of the food was eitherscattered or gone

♬ needless to say that Zen was devastated

♬ his perfect date had fallen apartcompletely, despite all his efforts

♬ as you saw him pout at the remains ofthe food he’d prepared for you two, you felt your heart swell

♬ God, you loved that idiot so much…

♬ you took his hand and pulled himtowards the blanket anyway

♬ the stuff that wasn’t usable you threwaway together, but the entire time you smiled

♬ frankly, as long as you two weretogether, you were happy

♬ you two sat down together, cuddling upagainst one another, mainly for warmth

♬ he used the blanket to wrap around thetwo of you, instead sitting on the soft grass

♬ luckily some of the fruit were saved,as they’d been in harder to open boxes

♬ you took one of those and held it outfor Zen, smiling at the other sweetly

♬ when he realized that you were stillsmiling, trying to make the best out of it even now by feeding himsome fruit, all his sadness instantly melted away

♬ as he opened his mouth and accepted thestrawberry you were offering, Zen knew

♬ he knew that he’d never loved someonelike he loved you and that he never would again

♬ after that you moved from the shadowsof the willow into the sun

♬ you laid down together, hand in hand,letting the warmth dry your body

♬ you threw a frisbee around for a while,played catch and hide and seek

♬ a man selling fish-shapes bread turnedup a couple of hours later and you bought a couple

♬ you ate them as the sun went down, bluewater turning back with the darkness

♬ you watched the stars for hours,sharing sweet kisses from time to time

♬ eventually you went home, made love andfell asleep in each others arms

Yoosung

★ Yoosung is a very attentive person

★ he never misses an opportunity to dosomething nice for you

★ he isn’t as overly sweet and romanticas Zen, not does he have the means to take you on expensive dates asJumin might be able to, but he tries his best…he’s sweet, youknow?

★ he always remembers birthdays and anniversaries, goes allout on Valentines day

★ sometimes he just likes to surprise youtoo, just for the sake of it

★ he thinks of you as his saviour, theone who saved him from himself

★ so, in an attempt to never let youforget how much he appreciates you, he planned a romantic date

★ while you were at work he’d used hisfree day to cook your favourite dinner

★ he put candles on the table, roses andthe nice plates and all

★ he was just putting together the firstplate when suddenly he heard the keys in the lock

★ you were an hour early and Yoosungpanicked a little

★ he wasn’t quite ready yet!

★ not thatyou minded even in the slightest

★ when you entered the kitchen, smellingfood, your breath got caught in your throat at the view

★ not only was the table beautifully setand the food smelled great but Yoosung look utterly adorable with hishair pushed back, cooking in his apron

★ you cooed and Yoosung blushed,nervously scratching the back of his head

★ he helped you out of your coat and hungit up for you while you chuckled with delight

★ he was just so cute when he tried hard

★ he lead you to the table, pulled backthe chair for you, even spread a little napkin on your lap

★ when he put the finished plate beforeyou it looked and smelled divine

★ he’d become an even better cook overthe last couple of years so you knew you were in for a treat

★ you also smiled with glee as yourealized it was your favourite meal

★ he watched you take the first bite,smiling with excitement

★ thats when you grimaced, obviouslystruggling to swallow, and his face fell

★ what had he done wrong?

★ when he tried the food himself he foundthe answer

★ you’d told him a million times to labelthe sugar and salt, just in case, and he’d never listened

★ he accidentally switched them up andnow everything was borderline vomit inducing

★ he didn’t even want to imagine what thecake tasted like…great

★ as you watched him hang his head yourheart swelled with pride

★ you stood up and went to hug him frombehind, pressing a kiss to his cheek

★ sadly, you had to toss everything away,but it was alright

★ you spend the rest of the eveningcooking something nice together, brushing hips and stealing glances

★ as the candles has burned down youdecided to cuddle up on the couch, plates on your knees

★ you ate while watching videos onYouTube, occasionally stealing from each others plate

★ soon the plates were abandoned, the twoof you lying on the couch together

★ you weren’t fully asleep, but neitherreally awake

★ your head resting on his chest,Yoosungs arms wrapped around your figure

★ he brushed through your hair, smilingagainst your forehead contently

★ despite the date not having gone theyway he thought it would, Yoosung learned valuable lessons

★ 1) always label sugar and salt★ 2)the best moments aren’t the ones that are planned

★ when you really love a person you cando the most mundane things and they are still the best

★ “I love you.”

★ “Loveyou too, doofus”

★ and then you fell asleep 

Jaehee

♨ you two hadn’t had a free day in whatfelt like ages

♨ the work load was not half asexhausting as working for Jumin, but you still needed to unwind

♨ especially considering that even your‘free days’ were often spend planning for the café

♨ sometimes re-decorating or somethinglike that

♨ through all of the stress you’d nevergiven up on Jaehee, never once complained

♨ you’d worked hard to make herdream come true and now she wanted to do something for you

♨ namely go on a short trip to the beachto relax and have some fun

♨ when the day finally came, Jaehee wasprepared!

♨ She had three towels – just in case –a beach ball, a second bathing suit and set of clothes, enough foodand cake to feed an entire army, a beach umbrella and liters ofsunscreen

♨ since you only had one day, your tripstarted in the early morning hours

♨ that way you could use the entire dayas well as avoid rush hour

♨ despite being quite exhausted herself,Jaehee insisted on driving

♨ this was all for you, so you should berelaxing from finish to start

♨ you offered multiple times to takeover, but Jaehee refused every time

♨ eventually you fell asleep with yourface pressed to the window

♨ Jaehee found it extremely endearing,saddened that she couldn’t take a picture

♨ when you finally arrived at the beachit was still relatively empty

♨ it gave you the time and space tochoose a nice spot and build up everything

♨ you instantly wanted to go into thewater, cool your overheated body

♨ Jaehee on the other hand decided to liein the shade for a while, telling you she’d follow soon

♨ that’s when you got rid of the dressyou’d been wearing, leaving you standing in nothing but the mostadorable bikini Jaehee had ever seen

♨ she could feel her cheeks heat up,instantly putting on her sunglasses to hide at least some of her overthe top reaction

♨ she watched you run to the water, socheerful and happy, smiling to herself

♨ you played around in the water for awhile, floated and swam while Jaehee watched

♨ she didn’t even notice how heavy hereyes had gotten when she was suddenly asleep

♨ it felt like mere seconds later thatyou were harshly shaking her awake

♨ she’d forgotten to put sunscreen on andwhile you’d been in the water having fun, not paying attention, she’dburned up to match the colour of a lobster

♨ you insisted that you go home rightnow, so you can take care of that horrible burn

♨ on the way back you were the onedriving, hurrying just to get her home soon

♨ during the drive you put some of theice packs on her skin or the now wet towel over her body

♨ once home you told her to lie on herback while you rubbed aloe vera all over her body, wherever she’dgotten burned

♨ after that you disappeared for a whileonly to return with liters and liters of milk

♨ Jaehee was extremely ashamed as youfilled the entire bath with it and told her to get in

♨ she’d wanted to make this a nice day atthe beach and instead she’d ruined it

♨ you didn’t mind at all, however, as yousat behind her and carefully rubbed in the milk into her back

♨ once she’d showered you’d put on Zen’smusicals and marathoned them

♨ you braided each others hair in yourPJ’s and ate some unhealthy food you usually wouldn’t

♨ you even build a pillow fort together

♨ it isn’t quite the night Jaehee hadplanned, but neither of you has ever been that relaxed, so she callsthe entire thing a win after all

♨ “Thanks for today.”

♨ “ButI completely ruined the beach trip?”

♨ “I don’t care. As long as we’retogether, I’m happy.”

Jumin

♛ he knows better than anyone how hard itis to work all day long

♛ Jumin also knows the feeling of beingon the verge of breaking down under the workload

♛ so when he notices the first traces ofdark circles and tiredness he instantly has to do something

♛ you’ve been overworking yourself,between planning the party, helping Jaehee in her café, Yoosung’sclinic and even sometimes Jumin himself

♛ he’s expressed concern about thatbefore, but you’d always brushed it off

♛ after all you wanted to help as much asyou could and make everyone happy

♛ it wasn’t like you had a 'normal’ jobanyway, so why not?

♛ while he still didn’t have the heart tostop you, Jumin came up with something else

♛ he wanted to treat you to somethingrelaxing, spoil you for a couple of days

♛ so he booked the two of you a nicewellness weekend at an expensive spa

♛ he’d been forced to keep it a secretfor a while, as the place was rather booked, so the appointment hegot wasn’t immediate

♛ but when he finally told you and gotthe brightest smile and kisses in return, he’d never felt prouder ofhimself

♛ that weekend you’d packed your thingsand made your way to the spa, eager to relax

♛ sadly, that didn’t quite out as therehad been a mix-up and your spot had been given away

♛ Jumin immediately asked for another,but the next one was at least a month away

♛ he wanted to get angry and basicallyget everyone involved fired for this

♛ especially at how disappointed youlooked because of their mistake

♛ but he knew that him getting angry andbossy made you sad, so the two of you took your leave

♛ he felt horrible for having put youthrough this, especially as you were strangely quiet on the drivehome

♛ then a got an idea!

♛ maybe he couldn’t get you into thatparticular wellness spa, but he had the means to make the day just asrelaxing at home

♛ so the second you got up to thepenthouse he called a couple of people before turning his attentionback to you and only you

♛ from that moment on he took controlover your relaxation

♛ he ran you a bath with rose pedals andbubbles and hot water just the way you like it

♛ he gave you a full body massage and forall the things he couldn’t do – such as manicures, pedicures andeven getting your hair done – he got professionals just for you

♛ they made you the dinner you wantedafterwards, which you enjoyed candlelit with classical music softlyplaying in the background

♛ it was a peaceful evening spent talkingand laughing without a worry in the world

♛ Jumin even finished the day off bytugging you into bed himself

♛ he then set beside the bed and like thefirst night you’d slept in that penthouse he read to you

♛ it was your favourite book and even theoriginal copy he’d gotten you

♛ his low voice soothed you even further,entire body relaxing into the mattress as he read

♛ eventually he laid down beside you,pulling you against his chest

♛ you hummed happily, cuddling up to yourhusband

♛ “I’m sorry todays plans wereruined.”

♛ “Are you kidding? You taking care of mefor the whole day was much better than any spa.”

♛ Juminsmiled then, once more reminded just how lucky he was to meet you

♛ he gently tilted your head up, pressinga kiss to your lips

♛ “I love you, darling. If you wanted,I would give you the world.”

♛ “I don’t want the world though,silly. All I’d ever want is right here beside me.”

♛ he held you until you fell asleep,heart swollen with joy

Saeyoung/Seven

☼ Sevens idea of date night is quitedifferent from what other people would consider

☼ he also isn’t really familiar with whatmost would consider 'romantic’

☼ it’s not something that has everbothered you, as you yourself aren’t really hearts and flowers

☼ you like that most of the time yourdates are fun and different

☼ that is until one of his bright ideasgoes wrong again

☼ because you can be sure that generallyyou’re the one who has to clean up the mess afterwards

☼ like that one time he got arrested andyou had to bail him out

☼ who would have thought that he’d takehide and seek so serious!

☼ The idiot broke into someones house forfucks sake!

☼ over time you’d gotten used to eventhat, though and generally it was fun to watch as his mugshots weretaken every time

☼ you laughed a lot

☼ so, when he suggested something calmerthis time you were surprised

☼ he said that he’d noticed howexhausting your dates were for you, so he wanted to do something youwould enjoy as well; a games night in

☼ he’d gotten out cards, chess, multiplevideo – and boardgames

☼ Seven was ready and his excitement wascontagious

☼ he’d ordered take out for the entirenight, stocked up on PhD Pepper and Honey Buddha Chips and both ofyou had changed into your matching cat PJ’s

☼ the evening started nice enough

☼ you were cuddled up on the couch,beating each others asses at some first person shooters

☼ after that you stuffed yourself fullwhile playing cards at the table

☼ he actually let you win a couple ofrounds of chess, smiling to himself as you did your little victorydance only to put on an annoyed face once you looked at him

☼ he just loved how cheerful you were ateven the smallest things

☼ then he suggested playing Twister andyou should have known better

☼ Seven spends all day crouching in frontof his computer, of course he’d suck at Twister

☼ actually, for a while it worked out

☼ since both of you were rathercompetitive, the two of you each gave your best

☼ it was a very intense round, whichprobably caused what happened after

☼ in an attempt to look cool and win thegame Seven had attempted to do that 'cool lean-back thing’ from theMatrix

☼ sadly, he wasn’t quite as sportive aswith a sudden cracking sound, Seven fell to the floor

☼ …and he couldn’t moveanymore…fuck…

☼ the rest of the night was spent waitingin the ER for someone to fix whatever Seven had done

☼ by the time you got home the sun wasabout to rise

☼ so you suggested for the two of you togo up on the roof to watch

☼ as you set there, sharing a HoneyBuddha Chips bag with your feet dangling off the roof, your headresting on his shoulder you suddenly burst into laughter

☼ “What are you laughingabout?”

☼ “You, mainly, and all the bullshit you getyourself into.”

☼ “My, honey, thank you so much foryour compassion.”

☼ “I drove your crying ass to thehospital, you have no right to complain. Anyway,what I was trying to say is…Seven you’re the weirdest dude I knowand I love you for it. You’re unconventional, but I’d rather tell ourgrandchildren the extraordinary things that happen to us, all theadventures I get to have because I chose you instead of the typicalguy taking me to wine and dine. Today was a great date night. Thankyou”, you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek, causing him toblush

☼ “I’m glad we agree. I love youtoo…by the way.”

Saeran

☀ when Saeran heard that there was a fairin town, he got excited

☀ the doctor had warned you that he mightshow certain childish behaviours due to all the trauma and loss of anormal childhood

☀ you didn’t see the problem though, asyou found it extremely endearing

☀ he hadn’t smiled in such a long time soto see him beam…hell, you’d win him one of those life sizes plushbears at the throwing stand and more

☀ it was especially sweet to watch himstruggle and stutter through his attempt of inviting you to a date onthat particular fair

☀ of course you said yes, as youpersonally liked fairs too and would do anything to make him smile

☀ the fair was quite packed, but nothingboth of you couldn’t handle

☀ he actually did win you a plush bear,although not a life sized one

☀ the two of you shared some cotton candyand even went to the ghost house together

☀ Saeran actually didn’t push you awaywhen you clung to him and you were actually thinking he might havesmiled, even?

☀ as the afternoon began to turn intoevening and night Saeran suggest to go on the ferris wheel

☀ you were a little surprised, as itwasn’t really exciting and mostly what couples did together

☀ when you saw him blush you realizedthat he wanted to do that with you and you blushed as well

☀ you walked there side by side, silentand not touching but with rapidly beating hearts

☀ you got in and both enjoyed the viewslowly showing itself to you

☀ until suddenly the wheel came to arapid halt and didn’t continue to move anymore

☀ then the announcement followed that itwas broken and they were working to fix it

☀ well…that was unfortunate

☀ the two of you looked at each other,eyes wide with shock but with nowhere to go

☀ you were at the top of the wheel, sothere was really no option but to sit and wait

☀ for a long time things were veryawkward

☀ both of you looked anywhere but eachother and when you actually did steal a glance and your eyes lockedboth of your faces heated up and you quickly looked away

☀ there was a long silence as well, bothof you staring outside of your respective window

☀ then Saeran sighed, shoulders sagging

☀ “This is not how I’d imaginedour first date to go.”

☀ you understood what he meant, butyou didn’t agree at all

☀ with a gentle smile you reached out,taking his hand into your to get his attention

☀ Saeran instantly looked up, lockingeyes with you, wide and confused

☀ “I reallyloved this date so far. As far as first dates go, this is still oneof my best if not the best one. Plus, we get to enjoy this beautifulview for much longer than any other couple so really, we’re lucky.”

☀ it wasn’t perfect, but it made Saeransmile

☀ you decided to switch from your side tohis so you two were sitting next to one another

☀ there was still a silence and Saeranwas a little stiff for a while, cheeks heated, eyes downcast

☀ untilsuddenly his hand inched closer and he tentatively laced your fingerstogether

☀ both of you were looking in oppositedirections and yet both of you were smiling just the same

☀ you watched the sun set together andwhen it was replaced by starts you finally turned to look at eachother again

☀ his eyes scanned over your face, comingto a halt on your lips

☀ he looked between them and your eyes,asking for permission

☀ you gave a quick nod and finally yourlips met in a sweet, loving kiss

☀ you buried your fingers in his hair ashis hands rested on his hips

☀ both of you were completely lost in thekiss, soon growing more confident and passionate

☀ you didn’t even notice when the wheelstarted to move again

Jihyun/V

📷 with V having gone completely blind,date possibilities were rather limited

📷 of course you could still go to dinner,but almost everything else was harder or near impossible

📷 even watching a movie in the cinema –the most basic date – was not really something you could do

📷 which was a shame, V knew, because youloved watching movies

📷 he used to love watching movies too,before he went blind

📷 that was when he heard about blindcommentary for the first time

📷 you could’t watch a movie in thecinema, but you could watch one at home

📷 you’d done so much for the RFA and him,V thought that the least he could do was switch up your usual dinnerdates for movies for once

📷 so, with a plan in mind he’d made hisway to the nearest VideoWorld

📷 it had been quite a while since he’dlast seen a movie, so V had made his way directly to the register toask for some advice

📷 he wanted a movie that was romantic,popular and would make his girlfriend happy

📷 not that the guy behind the counterlistened

📷 the second he’d seen the crane andrealized the man in front of him was fully blind he’d decided to pulla little prank on him

📷 something neither his girlfriend norhim would forget for a long time

📷 with a smile in his voice he’d told himhe’d be right back, returning with what he told V was 'The Notebook’,the best movie for dates

📷 V had thanked the guy, payed and madehis way home

📷 he’d managed to get the DVD in and evenordered Pizza, drinks and ice cream to go with it

📷 when you finally came home he greetedyou with a kiss, told you that he’d run you a bath and he’d wait foryou to join him

📷 you thanked him, adoring howconsiderate and sweet your boyfriend was

📷 once you’d showered off the day andwere warm and comfortable on the couch he handed you the remote forthe DVD player

📷 you were surprised but he looked sohappy and exited about it so you figured he’d gotten a DVD for thetwo of you to watch

📷 how sweet, he knew how much you lovedmovies

📷 however, when you pressed play itwasn’t The Notebook…not at all

📷 the cover showed two naked womencaressing each other…amongst other things

📷 your eyes almost popped out of yourhead and you froze for a moment

📷 had V really chosen a porno?

📷 Then it clicked…V was blind sosomeone else must have chosen for him

📷 you quickly reached for the remote andtried to turn it off, but it was too late and the moaning and otherobscene sounds started

📷 now it was V’s eyes widening, cheeksheating and swallowing loudly

📷 after a very, very awkward minute youfinally managed to turn the damn thing off, sagging

📷 “T-that wasn’t The Notebook, Itake it?”

📷 bless V for his big heart, trust andinnocence

📷 “No, honey, that wasn’t TheNotebook. I guess someone tried to pull a prank. I’m sorry.”

📷 “I’malright…I’m just sorry it ruined my plan for date night. I knowgoing out with me isn’t easy and our options are limited so I reallywanted to make you happy.”

📷 “V…you make me veryhappy. It’s not about the dates. You show me how much you care everysingle day with every word and gesture. Not to mention that you’retrying to adjust yourself. I appreciate you even trying to dosomething like that for me. Thank you.”

📷 you kissed, smilingagainst each others lips

📷 …and maybe just maybe that specialcopy of The Notebook came in handy later that day after all

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Seriously “he’s got enough strength of will to be able to take xemnas’s place if he only got the chance” and “he has a nerdy loser type feel to him and this was an intentional thing we consider to be a positive character trait” are like THE BIGGEST AND BEST ODD COMPLIMENTS TO GIVE ICE DAD Its always such a nice feel to have the creator of some game you like actually mention your underappreciated fave for once and practically say “we have a soft spot for him too”

This is like how i felt when i got that one Charon trading card thats his only piece of merchandise ever and its this unexpected kinda cute not-so-evil looking thing of him being cute with a tiny pokemon friend. Plus out of all the admins he was the only one who even got a full artwork card! PLUS the whole fact that this card if depicting an event from his super fuckin rare ridiculous wifi rotom event and its the closest we’ve ever got to confirming that the Cute As Fuck Sympathetic Backstory Diary was meant to be him and not cyrus. Tho I mean I thought it was plenty obvious when the dude signed his name on it, its written in his distinctive speech pattern, and both of these things were translated correctly to match how they were changed in the english dub. Also like seriously the dude fuckin has an entire secret basement lab full of rotom machines all painted in rotom colours and the rotom is in an OLD house with an OLD journal and rowan talks about an OLD coworker in an OLD conference telling an OLD story about a rotom and charon is OLD and cyrus is NOT OLD and also has been stated that his childhood home is in sunyshore not eterna. Also the second rotom room in HGSS chronologically earlier in the timeline which looks identical and implies that Charon worked for team rocket before team galactic so even if you go with the theory that “oh the signature is just saying the ROOM belongs to charon but he actually stole someone else’s rotom journal and just went looking for rotom to steal it too” then i dont think it could be cyrus then if he had it before team galactic was formed and he ever met cyrus? Also how and why would he be able to have all this completed research on rotom and all these functioning rotom machines that are painted showing he knows exactly what rotom looks like? If he only just found this journal and hasnt captured a rotom yet? Also you’d think that the player would find the one rotom capture spot in the entire game inside this particular lab and find it locked in a cage or something, instead of .. yknow... NICE AND CUTE ROOM FULL OF DECORATED MACHINES AND NO SCARY CAGES and also the rotom is in the OLD house of an OLD guy which is just down the fuckin road from this secret lab. like if he was looking for rotom he’s a dumbass to miss it being five metres away the entire time, and also a fuckin psychic to even have his own door key have a plastic figurine of the pokemon he hasn’t ever caught. 100% EVIL DUDES DO NOT MAKE CUTE FIGURINES OF THE MON THEY ONLY WANT FOR WORLD DOMINATION

*pout*

tfw ur fave is never confirmed for sympathetic OR unsympathetic and you just get caught on the tiny evidences that seem very convincing but might be completely false and you just read too much into it and the specter of Finally Someday New Content For This Man That Will Answer All The Questions is hovering around on an indeterminate relase date and you dont even know if he’ll make an appearance in it at all

vexen and charon really do have a lot in common lol

So yeah i’m excited for kh3 to expand more upon Vexen’s role and give us some damn answers as to whether the ‘he is actually good and also a dad’ headcanon is remotely possible. even if im still gonna make fanart of it even if it ends up being non canon, i’ll just know to label it as a “this would have been better i think” au, yknow? And maaaan i really hope we get sinnoh remakes someday and charon gets a chance of having his hanging questions get answered too. I can’t believe its really been 11 years now! It’d be ironic if it ends up being exactly the same length as the wait for kh3, lol

Anyway thats why even “he was intentionally meant to be a funny underdog that you felt sorry for” is a real big revelation for characters like this, when you’ve put up with literally over a decade of being told He’s Bad And Creepy And You’re SUpposed To Hate Him Thus You’re A Terrible Person For Being His Fan. Like yo its funny how bigger villains who do bigger evil things like i dunno maybe ALL THE CANONICAL MURDER THAT AXEL COMITTED BEFORE GETTING REDEEMED can get easier forgiveness for it just cos theyre pretty and not pathetic. I love axel as much as everyone else but ive gotta agree that it sucks that vexen is more hated just for being mildly shrill than this dude is for burning him alive while he begged for mercy >_> And charon is more hated for wanting to be rich and not succeeding at completing even one single evil plan, than cyrus is for wanting to destroy the entire world and succeeding in very many bad things before you manage to stop him. Again, i fuckin love cyrus and i absolutely agree that he has sympathetic motives and is possible to redeem, i just get frustrated that because he’s more.. i gues.. mainstream likeable? that he gets more easily forgiven for bigger stuff. and the same people turn around and say charon is a terrible character who shouldnt have been there and he’s somehow more evil for committing less crimes but in a less serious way. JUSTICE FOR THE COMIC RELIEF GRAMPSES!!!! THE COMIC RELIEF GRAMPSES THAT KINDA ALMOST RHYME!!!

why am i like this. what are even the odds id find two of them. why do i have the most specific type in the world