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lady-o-ren · 3 years ago

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NEVER WILL I LOVE THEE

CHAPTER ONE // CHAPTER TWO //

CHAPTER THREE

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The King's council room is unexpectedly small and simply furnished, solely meant for conversation and truly nothing more. Yet the crackling fire and floor to ceiling windows brings a warmth to the room, casting a burnished sheen to the gold and silvery embossed armor of the two guardsmen flanking the chamber's door.

At the heart of the room, beneath a large tapestry that hangs on the wall, is where the King of Albion sits. He's a short and stout fellow with closely cropped hair, gray as the thin smoke that spouts from the fireplace. His face is lined from the years of having to bear the weight of his title alone, with eyes the dusky color of a sable's pelt that peek from beneath his furrowed brow, searching the younger King's own for deceit just as his niece had done.

“Whyever would you come all this way just to break an engagement?” The elder man asks Jamie.

“For one, Your Grace, I think the princess would've thrown any letter from me to the fire before ever reading it, considering it an insult. And two, I didna break the engagement. I simply gave her a choice where there had been none before,” Jamie replies, his voice spiking ever so slightly with hostility that ripples down to his fingertips, tapping against the polished arm of his chair.

For he too knows what it's like to be betrayed by one's own kin.

But not all of them. . .

He glances over at his captain of the guard standing off by the high windows that overlook the water, reflecting the last glimmering brilliance of the setting sun. He catches the older man's disapproving eye narrowed at his hand. Jamie clenches it to a fist, remembering the feel of a belt against his knuckles that strapped him just hard enough to leave a red sting.\

“I'll break them bones too if I a’ve tae, laddie. All that fidgetin’ let's the other man ken all yer thinkin’. The same as screamin’. And what good will that do ye?”

And though he hasn't been punished like that since he was a lad, Jamie wouldn't put it past his guardsman to whack him with his leather scabbard right now. No matter that he's inherited a throne and can see far above that dark head of his. He'd always see him as the child he was.

Alone.

Without a mother and father.

Ripped from his sister's arms.

But Jamie knows he does so out of love sacred as the vow he'd sworn on his head as a wee babe. For the captain of his guard was also his godfather.

“Till my last breath, when my heart no longer beats, I swear tae God Almighty and yer mother above, tae keep ye from harm. Always, a bhalaich mo ghràidh.”

And Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser was a man of his word.

“But there is another matter I'm most concerned with,” Jamie continues, flicking his gaze back to King Quentin.

“Go on,” he says warily.

“Part of the agreement between you and my uncle was that your kingdom would be joined with ours in peace. It's something I'm still verra much interested in upholding and think it would be to both our benefit. "

“Our benefit.” The elder man snorts humorlessly and leans forward against the table, inlaid with florals and fish hiding between reeds.

“Your uncle said the same when he threatened to invade my land and savage my people unless I gave him my niece's hand. And I did so, not having much choice myself,” he says roughly, giving Jamie a cutting look. “It was either my people's lives or the last piece of my heart and I've paid dearly for it.”

Jamie holds his glare, unflinching. Firelight flickering across his features and thick waves of unbound hair.

“I'm not my uncle. I'm not here for yer land and I've proven I'm not here to force marriage on yer niece, even though I've been advised a union between us would've helped me a great deal better than pleading wi’ ye to take me at my word." Jamie gives a quick glance to his godfather and cocks a half grin at his barbarous scowl. He'd been very vocal when told of the broken engagement and would likely be foul tempered for their entire stay. “ I'm here to amend the reputation of my kingdom that's been tarnished by her fallen King and clear my sullied name.”

A gray feathered brow is raised in challenge.

“Your name, Red King, is spoken in the same breath as the devils. It's said you take great delight in torturing your enemies, even more so when it's the blood of innocents.”

“All lies,” Jamie says resolutely, eyes gleaming bright and true, that doesn't go unnoticed. “I've never tortured my enemies nor have I murdered an innocent. The only blood that stains my hands and soul has been spilt on the battlefield. Nothing more. And done so not out of some misguided loyalty to a King but for the sake of my sister, taken by Dúghall when she was a child barely older than I.”

The King of Albion regards him with a curious gaze that deepens the wrinkles around his eyes.

“I've heard something of that sort too. That Dúghall held your sister captive for years and it was she who poisoned him in the end. ”

“That's gossip fit for chambermaids who've no doubt fancied doing the same to many a man and worse,” Jamie retorts through a tight jaw, and is surprised when the elder man huffs a laugh from deep within his belly.

“And no one would blame them, nor your sister if true. But I do wonder,” he says, serious once more. “If one tyrant was disposed of to make way for an even crueler one.”

“If ye believe me to be as vile as others say, and I dinna think ye do, then let me prove my worth to ye as an ally, one ye sorely need, Your Grace. For I know trouble brews with your borders to the east, with the Wolverton King.”

A fraught quiet fills the air before King Quentin heaves a weighty sigh and rubs the space between his eyes straining without his spectacles.

“I think a drink is needed before we continue. What say you, King of Scotia?”

His tone is almost cordial but only faintly so, just enough for Jamie to crook a grin.

“I'd like it fine. Any whiskey perchance?”

They continue to talk for an hour more until Jamie and Murtagh are dismissed by King Quentin, needing to ponder their possible alliance and rest his tipsy mind and even more so tired eyes.

Out in the grand windowed hallway the torches have been lit along the walls that arch up into a high domed ceiling, it's intricate carvings lost in the flickering shadows. A young faced guardsman, introduced simply as Sir Jeremy, has been waiting to escort them to their private chambers for the night and ends up becoming witness to a verbal brawl.

“So what d’ye think, Ghoistidh?” Jamie asks in the gàidhlig as they walk. “Will the King join wi’ us or has our journey been for naught?”

Murtagh doesn't spare a glance nor a word, but his nostrils flare like a bee-stung bull in response.

Jamie sighs, glancing down at the white marbled floor and runs a finger down his nose. “Ah, still mad at me then. Would it make ye feel better to bash my face in wi’ yer fists?”

That gets his godfather's attention and he halts his step.

“Nothing would please me more if it meant knocking some sense intae that reckless, empty heid of yers, ye wee shite,” he growls from his scruffy black whiskers, gnarled hands gesturing his thoughts.

“Ye ken ye could'a been thrown intae the dungeon fer approaching the princess wi’out her guard or chaperone beside her. And me being yer sword and shield, I would'a been heaved in right after ye, amongst the fekkin rats and piss, begging yer mam above fer forgiveness fer strangling the bloody life outta ye.”

Jamie, used to being berated by now, simply quirks an auburn brow, mouth twitching.

“Isn't it treasonous to both threaten and insult yer King?”

Murtagh leans in, breath laced with the king's whiskey and the spiced jerky he keeps in his leather sporran.

“Hang me from the gallows then when we're back in Scotia, my King of fools,” he hawks.

But before anymore is said (before Murtagh is forced to do penance for the murder of his godson who's shoulders are shaking from stifling his laughter), the sound of a door opening has the two men turning back down the hallway where two guards have now appeared along with the princess.

“Seems we had a wee mouse listening in on us. What must she think of ye now?”

“I wonder,” says Jamie softly, switching back to the Albion tongue, and watches as the lass turns a corner, a heartbeat too far. “I think I'll ask her.”

Murtaugh stares at him as if he's lost all sense. “Ye’re naught tae speak tae her.”

“Is that an order from my guardsman to his king?” Jamie asks, knowing his godfather would be powerless to challenge his title, especially in the presence of a foreigner in their native tongue.

And he's right.

Murtaugh flicks his gaze to young Sir Jeremy, who's eyes dart nervously between the two men, and sighs. “Pardon me, my King, but it is getting late and I'd rather be sleeping in a bed t’night, no’ shackled tae a dungeon wall beside ye.”

Jamie grasps his shoulder, the whipcord muscles beneath his palm taut as a bowstring. Always primed for a fight. “I'll be only a moment, Ghoistidh.” Then says no more, his feet already propelling him forward, as Murtagh can only look on, muttering incoherently -

"Tha e na iongnadh nach deach mi liath."

The princess is still within sight when Jamie calls out to her in the quiet hallway that has her pausing to look over her shoulder, gilded in the moonlight. Still dressed for a tumble through the thistle and grass, she raises a hand for her guards to move aside as he approaches her with a hurried step, loud and eager as his heartbeat.

It had been racing since he first caught glimpse of her running between the green bracken and trees, curls whirling about her like a gale over a stormy sea. Jamie had thought her a nimble, wild thing of enchantment. The kind of tameless creature that lived only in tales of times long gone his mother and father had told him about when he was a child. And for a breath of a moment, he had wondered if this maiden had unwittingly stumbled from her own realm of faerie to his.

But then she had tripped and fallen, graceless as a newborn fawn.

Had spat out the most wicked obscenities that would've made even his godfather blush.

Yet when he held her hand in his, small and wounded like an injured dove, Jamie felt something startling, warming him like a golden ember from the breath of a firedrake down to the marrow of his bones.

And his heart . . .

"What is it King of Scotia that couldn't wait for the morrow?"

Claire asks, voice no longer bristling with the bite of a crocodile but still thickly laced with trepidation, as her guardsmen wait behind her with their halberds raised.

It's enough to make Jamie's gut plummet to his boots.

“I saw ye leave the king's chambers and came to ask if yer opinion of me has changed but I see that even from what ye heard and what we spoke about beneath the trees that ye still doubt the man I am, that I ask ye to trust.”

Her eyes fall down to her hands clasped together, the right still bound with his handkerchief, and gingerly she brushes her delicate fingertips over the fabric.

"You have given me my freedom, King of Scotia, and for that you have more heart than my former betrothed. But I still have known you far less than a day and now you're willing to pledge your loyalty to my people and king just like that, without a price."

Jamie shakes his head, eyes intent on hers. “I don't make my decisions on a whim, Your Highness. All I want is a chance to hold me heid up high and bring honor to my family name that right now only brings fear to all who hear it, as ye've proven t’day when first we spoke. And I think I can do that by shielding Albion from an enemy like yers . . . And mine."

"Yours?" Claire's eyes search his, a fearful shadow tainting their amber-gold luminescence. "You said no such thing to my uncle, that you know The Wolverton King."

Jamie draws in a hard breath, looking down at his right hand flexed between them, the skin scarred and burning with the crushing echoes from his past.

You beauty, let me hear you scream . . .

He clenches his palm shut, before saying roughly. "I've never met the King, but I've had the cruel misfortune of falling prey to his brother years ago. A man I pray ye never meet and would lay my life to keep that so. This ye must believe of me, Your Highness."

His voice whispers off at the end, feeling his heart gallop just as it did in the midst of battle, waiting for her to speak. And she does. A tentative question, hand outstretched to his.

"May I?"

Claire asks, though Jamie can't fathom why. Not after she recoiled from him earlier. But he nods, heart fluttering, as he opens his palm for her to take. For who could ever deny a princess?

He watches as her fingertips feather across his battered hand, gently tracing the jagged scars gone white as the years of violence dragged on. She grimaces at the once broken bones protruding awkwardly beneath, as if she could truly see how each crooked finger had met the brutal blow of the malicious prince.

And maybe she did.

"You were just a boy when you met him, weren't you?" She lifts her gaze, dark with shock.

"Aye," rasps Jamie, glancing down at his hand clasped between her own. "I was barely fifteen when I was ambushed by a gang of soldiers along the Wolverton borderlands. They tied me up and brought me to their Lord Commander, their prince, for interrogation and I was fool enough to think he'd simply slit my throat. Instead he crushed my hand wi' his boot and carved my back to the bloody bone like he was gutting a fish . . ."

And for all his days, Jamie would remember the pink flick of the wicked devil's tongue tasting his blood, smeared like rouge across his harsh thin mouth, parted in a lover's blissful sigh.

Jamie grits his jaw, swallowing the bitter bile rising up the straining cords of his throat, and continues.

". . . He would've done far worse to me too if not for my godfather risking his neck to save mine."

Claire tightens her grasp, instilling a steadying warmth into his palm and fingers he badly needed. "Not your uncle? Surely he must've tried to rescue you

He snorts ruefully at the princesses' appalled expression.

"He's the one that sent me to scout the border, Your Highness. Wi' no sons of his own, he thought my very existence was a threat to his and wanted me dead. Tis why he forced me to soldier for him when I was a child. The bastard couldn'a kill me himself and waited for someone else to." He then shrugs, grinning wryly. "Didn'a work like he planned though. Nor was it the first or last time he ever tried."

There was a thick curved scar along the back of his skull that could attest to that too.

"So do ye see why I'd give my right hand and more to defend ye from men like my uncle and the prince they call Black Jack? Why being compared to them, to ken ye see me in such a way, is a blight on my soul."

He sees her chest heave with unspoken breath as she circles her thumb around a knot of tissue, so very softly, as if his skin would bruise from such attentiveness.

Was it just hours before she threatened to tear him apart?

"King of Scotia . . ."

He shakes his head, voice low and heady from her ministrations.

"Jamie, Your Highness. Tis my boyhood name and ye're welcome to call me so, as the last of my kin does, please."

For the first time, Jamie sees a smile bloom on her wine kissed mouth that only adds to her loveliness that glows in the mystic light of the moon and stars, the vibrant flames of the torchlights.

"I suppose if you're to stand between me and all things grisly, a single name would be easier to call upon."

"Do ye mean that? Truly?" Jamie asks, unaware he's tugged her hand up to his chest, sparking a sudden shyness in the princess.

"There's still much to talk about between us, and with my uncle too," she hastily adds.

"Of course," he grins.

"So until the morrow then . . . Jamie."

"Until the morrow, Your Highness," he echoes back, reluctantly letting her hand fall from his.

Jamie then achingly watches her walk away, a heartbeat too far again, and slumps his shoulder against the wall. Runs a hand through his curls, down the back of his neck.

"You are a fool."

Jamie doesn't bother to turn around, merely sighs in answer to his godfather.

"Ye've fallen for a princess. Could've had that princess. But ye've gone and thrown it all away." Murtagh shakes his head, coming up beside him. “Ye're the same heartsick fool yer father was.”

Jamie huffs a laugh and glances to his side. "Do I have nothing of my mother?"

Arms across his chest, the older man looks thoughtfully at the once wee lad, his grizzled features softening as he does so.

“Tae much heart. Tae much spirit. Tae many good things that will make ye tae good of a king." He then smacks the back of the young King's head, who bunches over and lets out a yelp. "And a pain in the arse tae serve and protect. Now if yer done fawning over the lass I'd like tae get tae bed.”

But as they walk, and as Jamie rubs the bump on his head . . .

“Ye dinna think she noticed the fawning, d’ye?”

"Ye wee. . . " Murtagh reaches for the hilt of his sword just as Jamie cracks into raucous laughter, running down the hallway for dear life.

A/N:

So the first two parts have been ready since the summer. The third part has been a beast to write.

I couldn't put Claire in the beginning because she just took over the conversation and distracted Jamie way too much and I needed that place to flesh out Murtagh a bit. I also can't write more than two people in a scene so I had to push her down. But then I had a hard time writing her there. She's listened to Jamie and Lambs conversation and has definitely mellowed out off page but is still cautious towards Jamie. But I didn't know how the fuck to write that tone into her speech. I tried having Jamie joke around with her to flesh her out but after three rewrites it just didn't work. Also it's all written in Jamie's pov cause I felt overwhelmed by all the juggling I had to do and by being so deep into Jamie's thoughts and backstory. I tried mixing in Claire's pov but it was just too much and I ended up with a very stilted Claire at the end which sucks.

Anyways this is the best I could muster and I'm not happy at all about it. Mostly because I did rush through what was left to be written. My grandma is not doing well (I wrote about that in another chapter of another series) and she won't be getting better. I feel like I'm being ripped apart and a thousand other emotions that are driving me mad. But I'm trying to write to keep some semblance of sanity (it's not working). I just don't know how long I can keep doing that.

Thank you to all you readers who gave me some kind words and prayers ♥️🙏♥️

Random Info:

*So Uncle Lamb is very different in this fic compared to how he is in my head (he's like Jane's dad from the animated Tarzan which is very different from how I think of him in canon). And since I don't think he'll pop up again, his back story is that he married. His wife died in childbirth, along with the child, never remarried and is very protective of Claire.

*Murtagh is Jamie's bodyguard. And looking up some official titles the only one I liked was Captain of the Guard. He's also been at Jamie's side since Dougal forced him to be a soldier.

*Claire definitely has thoughts on the Wolvertons that I couldn't flesh out here but it's why she's warmed to Jamie a great deal more than last chapter.

*It's been so long since I've written parts of this fic. If there's anything that sounds like it's from the books I got it from there.

#jamie x claire #outlander #outlander fanfiction #outlander fanfic #nwilt #gobbledygook writing #forgive the mistakes and formating pls

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yhyeongsuk · 4 years ago

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hello everyone !! this is a bit late, which is my bad i procrastinated by reading about everyone’s fellow babies. uh anyways, i’m nervous but also super excited to be here !! my name is cherry (she/they, 20, pst) or just you know, the mun behind this bean. please welcome kim yeongsuk also known by her stage name venus !! she is june’s tsundere main rapper & maknae.

below will contain some links for her, though i’ll probably be updating them over the next few days. you’ll also find some quick facts about her below too. i’m down to plot or just chit chat. if you need my discord, just let me know ! i hope you like her !! ♡

stats / biography / plots / kprofile

as far as she knows, she’s an only child

was raised by her father and his wife. her biological mother was never in the picture after the married couple signed the adoption papers

suki had to keep the fact that her mother is a mistress as that she her adopted mother isn’t really her mom a secret

wasn’t raised with parental love, was thankful for her nanny though

fell in love with music during the early stages of her childhood, became her outlet

“you’re nothing but a mistake, the least you can do is make something out of yourself.” were the words her father had spit when he came home one day to suki dancing to copy the group that was playing on the tv screen.

was in a little dance group with three best friend called the ‘puddin pops’

also around the time she began writing her own lyrics

a few years after that is when she began her soundcloud account ‘sighholic’ where she rapped her lyrics, never expected them to gain a few numbers in listens though

the next few years of her life were a bit of a whirlwind once she auditioned, passed the said audition, trained, and became a member of june.

other facts ??

obviously not close with her parents, extremely bitter towards her biological mother for only trying to come back into her life once she started doing well as an idol

if she isn’t writing lyrics, don’t expect her to know how to explain herself well. when she tries, it is nothing but a rambled mess and more often than not, she becomes a little flustered (comment on her heated cheeks and expect an insult right back).

has no idea what she would be doing if she were not an idol

is planning on getting her first tattoo at some point, knows exactly what she wants but not where she wants it

is rarely over affectionate with people unless she’s close with them

the type to care for friends quietly

overall, just a girl who doesn’t exactly know what she is doing with herself and just takes things day by day

#yhintro #˚✧｡· ─ ( ooc. )#sorry to anyone that i have yet to get back to #sorry for also not being here #got hit with a lot of bad news over the last few days #pls format right post fkdjs #also really new to tumblr rps so forgive me if i make any mistakes

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katsukiizmoon · 3 years ago

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E U N O I A ;

a well mind, beautiful thinking

tags: daddy kink, dry humping/grinding, praise, degradation, thigh fucking, f!reader, comfort, softies, cum, creampies, aftercare, collars, choking, pet names, sex, cuddles, healthy relationship ™, switch!bakugou, switch!reader, light hair pulling, spanking, light overstimulation, pussy eating, nipple touching

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x F! Reader

a/n: please forgive formatting I wrote and posted this on mobile lol anyways ( ˊᵕˋ )♡ read the tags pls and enjoy

18+ MDNI Please & Thank You

You walk down the hall, turning right and into the bedroom after an exhausting day. Your boyfriend lays across the room in bed, tired and half naked.

The cool air wafts around you, up the thin t-shirt you're adorning to brush over your nipples. They're hard, not that you notice. Goosebumps roll over the supple skin of your thighs and you hurry to the bed.

"Mhhh- you're finally in bed. That stupid skincare routine you have takes forever." Katsuki mumbles, adjusting himself to face you.

The blankets are warming the lower half of your body, basic black comforter trapping heat inside.

"Hey! I'll have you know, it only takes ten minutes and I'm going to look thirty when I'm FIFTY! " You bite out.

He snorts, eyes rolling before tugging you a little closer.

"You know what that means right?" His tone makes you squint. An arm drapes itself over your waste, rubbing little circles into your back.

"What?" You deadpan.

Mistake number one.

His hand snakes it's way under your Tshirt to the bare skin awaiting. The room is still cold, with a flirty breeze.

A tongue swipes over plush, pink, lips and he places a quick peck on your own. The blankets begin to rustle when he moves, hips now flush against your own.

"It means I'm going to want to fuck your pretty mouth for the rest of my damn life, darlin." Katsuki smirks, proud of himself.

You scoff.

"Oh puh-lease! You'd fuck my mouth if it was as pleasurable as a hollow piece of styrofoam."

You can hardly contain your giggles when the blonde rolls his eyes and frowns.

"Oh shut the fuck up, y/n. I would not!"

The both of you continue with playful banter for the next ten minutes before sleepiness takes over.

*:･ﾟ✧ﾟ･:**:･ﾟ✧ﾟ･:*

The next day goes with ease. Katsuki goes to work after wishing you farewell with a kiss to the forehead.

Not even an hour later you're cleaning and preparing for your own job. It's currently 7:30am and your eyelids still beg to shut. The smell of chemicals fills the air in your living room and you bid yourself a job well done.

Hot, unforgiving water rolls over your body as you pop the cap on body wash. It works your sore muscles up and down while you scrub yourself.

You quickly begin applying neutral makeup, as if only to enhance your natural features. Concealer, light foundation, a nude lip topped with gloss, and mascara.

The time reads 8:45AM and your eyes widen.

"Ope-"

You run out the door, bagel and tea in hand as you get in the car. The engine whirrs to life and you fiddle with the radio station before settling on a playlist.

When you get to work, the office is cold and stale. A stack of papers waits on your desk and you sigh before sitting on the leather chair.

Work goes smoothly but time drags on, taunting you with the invitation of your bed when you get home.

After seven grueling hours of slaving away for corporate, you finally stumble into the house.

The lock clicks behind you and your bags drop to the floor as soon as you get inside. Shoes discarded off to the side of the door as you throw what you prepped for dinner in a pan.

Preparing dinner ahead of time has been amazing for reducing food waste and costs. It doesn't take long, just throwing chicken and some sides in Ziploc bags and thawing it in the fridge. But it saves you on days like these, with aching feet and a sore head.

Katsuki gets home a little late, as you're sitting on the couch post shower in pajamas. The TV murmurs in the background while you flip through pages of a book.

Your eyes meet his own ruby orbs, lashes fluttering. The poor thing looks exhausted. Content, yes, but tired.

"Hey baby" You greet, padding across the vinyl floor to give him a peck on the cheek. Your fingers rub over his chest and down his tummy.

"'M kinda dirty right now lovey, I know you'l prolly already showered." He sighs into a kiss. His hand rests on your waist, thumb pressing into the soft skin exposed from lifting.

And it's true, there's dirt and grime smudged on his face and arms. His uniform looks battered.

He quickly kicks off his shoes and places them to the side with your own.

"Mmm.. Let me start the shower for you." You murmur, pulling away.

His hand drops from your waist and his arms stretch above his head.

You quickly turn on the hot water, waiting for him to follow behind you and begin undressing. Grabbing a lavender scented shower melt and tossing it into the bottom.

Lifting your torso to stand completely and turn around, you're met with a half naked Bakugou with his back to you.

He tosses everything into the laundry bin and begins pulling off his socks. Then go his pants, dropping to the tiled floor.

Bakugou's forearm rests on the bathroom counter, other hand reaching to snatch his bottoms from around his ankles.

Your eyes drop to his ass, admiring it as he stands. His ass is plush, round and firm. All the deadlifts and hip thrusts he does in the gym pay off tremendously.

He turns around and you hear a laugh when your eyes snap back up to his grinning face.

"Like what you see, dumbass?" Katsuki smirks, closing the distance between you too.

"Oh you know I damn well do." Your hands reach around his abdomen to grab at his firm bottom.

Lavender fills the room and you sigh, watching as he rolls his eyes.

You press a quick kiss to his chest, pat his butt and separate. He strolls toward the running water, pulling the door open and entering the steaming glass shower.

Leaving the bathroom to give him some space, you begin heating up dinner for him. While that circles through the microwave, you begin flicking through all the streaming services to find something he'll enjoy.

There's a new viking-esque show that seems interesting and to his liking. You had your time to indulge in Rick & Morty while he worked, so it's only fair.

A beep travels through your ears and after pressing the pause button, you stretch your limbs out. The Tshirt and shorts your in are more than comfortable, light and relaxing.

Quickly, you pull the simmering food from the microwave. Coconut chicken, rice, and asparagus were often a fan favorite of his. The meal came to be after many searches through Pinterest foodie boards, when you'd decided to experiment one night.

Thin fingers wrap around the freezer handle and you grab a coconut popsicle as a quick treat.

You place it on the black living room table and plop onto the couch, popsicle in hand.

Katsuki trudges in wearing grey sweats, sitting beside you and snatching his plate off of the table to eat. He presses a kiss to the side of your face, thanking you.

A man on the television screams, stomping towards the other very angry man. The two begin arguing, speaking of trades.

Cool air drifts over your legs and you shiver, grabbing the throw blanket set off to the other side of the couch. You scoot closer on the soft grey couch to your boyfriend, whom is gobbling food down like a mad man.

"What's this?" He asks, looking at the television.

"Mmm I thought you might like it. There's vikings." Your pink tongue laps at the popsicle, eyes trained on the screen.

"Hell yeah, how was work today?" Katsuki asks, shoving the last asparagus spear in his mouth.

"T'was okay as always. I'm a little tired of paperwork but otherwise nothing eventful came to be. You?" Your tongue slides up the side of the cream-coloured treat to slurp up excess coconut milk.

Bakugou stands, sauntering over to the kitchen, where he places his plate in the dishwasher on instinct. He gulps down the rest of his water.

You feel the couch dip and his skin pressed against your side. A thick forearm wraps around your middle as you lean into his touch. Your eyes are still trained on the screen, licking at the popsicle without thought.

"Same, honestly. My muscles are a bit sore though." He says.

The screen now shows a bunch of women and men, chanting and lifting glasses in what appears to be a bar.

"I'll have to give you a massage tonight then." You state.

Bakugou's eyes are trained on your face, watching you lap at the popsicle in your mouth, sucking. It disappears in your mouth, white drops of flavoring and coconut milk pooling at the corners of your lips.

He feels the room begin to heat up, cock beginning to twitch in his pants. Oh, boy. You're going to be the death of him.

You turn towards him, looking up at him with big doe eyes. You pull the popsicle out of your mouth and give him a confused look. A bead of coconut milk drips from the corner of your mouth.

Katsuki feels hot. Hot and heavy. His mind is going blank, all he can think about is your innocent eyes staring into him while he watches you lick at your lips.

His mouth presses to yours with vigor, just enough pressure to startle you. His tongue swipes over the corner of your mouth to take in the liquid before he pushes it between your lips.

You kiss back softly, submitting to his movements, coconut popsicle damn near forgotten. His hand reaches to your thigh, where he digs his fingers into the flesh there.

A coat of damp sweat begins to blanket over his skin. Your mouth tastes so good, so sweet. Lips soft and pliant against his own.

He pulls back -"god"- before he dives into your mouth again. This time he pulls you into his lap, you whimper, and his cock twitches underneath his sweats.

You break away, "'suki m popsicle is melting" you mutter out. Lips now plump from being nibbled and toyed with. His fingers are pressing into your ass, having slid under your loose shorts.

Katsuki looks and sure enough, there's cream or whatever the hell is in that popsicle dripping down your fingers. There's not much of it left, though.

"Finish the rest really quick." He says, taking the stick out of your hand and pushing it into your mouth. You swallow down the rest, hand still wet and sticky with sugar and coconut milk.

He tosses the stick to the side and you can feel how hard he is pressing in between your folds. If you roll your hips, it'll push against your clit and just feel so-

Katsuki grabs your hand, thumb on your palm and the rest of his fingers wrap around your wrist. He takes your fingers into his mouth and sucks.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

It's hotter than it should be. Ruby eyes stare into yours, tongue lapping the last bits of white liquid off of of your fingers.

"You've been such a good girl." He murmurs.

The room is suddenly ten degrees hotter, your breath quickening.

His tongue is in your mouth in a flash, hands now roaming up and down your body as your own take purchase on his chest. He's so thick and firm and hot up and down.

Katsuki always smells of salted caramel and vanilla cookies. He always feels so good. You begin grinding your pussy down on his clothed cock. A moan bubbles in your throat, threatening to escape between hot and sticky kisses.

Your thumb brushes over his nipple and his cock jumps when you push down harder. Your clit feels like electricity just shot through it and traveled through your body.

Katsuki can hardly think.

Really. You're beginning to soak through your flimsy shorts and letting out muffled little whimpers when he grips a little harder in certain areas. He takes time to lick his way up and down your neck, crooning to the side to bite and suck.

That really begins to do it.

Your hips get frantic, you no longer care how loud you are. He can feel how wet you are through his sweats and his own precum is slick and dampening them.

You push down harder and jerk back.

He lets out a moan. It's rough and strained and his hands begin to guide you and keep your soaked pussy pressed against him the entire time.

"Oh fuck- god, god, god- haaahh-" You whimper.

"You're so fucking slick and needy for me princess." He murmurs between kisses.

His thick hand slides up your torso to your throat, squeezing at the sides. Your head begins to loll to the side, hair messy and lips damn near bruising now.

"Daddy I need- I need-" You start, gripping hard on his shoulders pushing harder in search of release.

His cock is so hard it fucking hurts now. A bead of precum just slid down his dick and he's watching you fall apart without his hand even near your heat.

You feel as if someone's got you strung up by a single thread, hanging in the air waiting to be released to fall into the abyss. And fuck, he's so pretty.

The back of your head stings a little and you realize with excitement he just tugged your hair at the roots. You're so fucking high on this and he knows it, too.

"Needy slut."

A hand comes down with a crash onto your right ass cheek, other keeping your hips steady. It quickly goes back to your throat where you go back to feeling heavy and like you're walking on fucking clouds.

Your hips kick forwards and you let out this wet, filthy whine. You hear him muttering expletives while your folds soak his sweatpants in slick.

The friction just feels so good.

And Katsuki knows you're starting to get close when your fingers begin to shake.

"Fuck, princess. You're so fucking good. So good. Such a needy slut for me. All mine." He half whispers half moans, hand reaching for the back of your head.

Lips crash onto yours, teeth clash, and he bites your lower lip. The sting from your hair being pulled makes you whine and grip him harder.

You're trying so hard to keep it in, not to cum. You know you shouldn't without permission.

And just like that, he makes you fall apart.

"Be a good girl and cum for me baby." He mutters, left hand still on your hips while the other travels to push into your mouth.

You coat his fingers in spit and suck as hard as you can before nodding frantically.

It hits you like a fucking wave, your head drops back, and he catches it while your thighs quake and quiver. Your entire body pulls into itself and drool begins to froth at the corner of your lips.

Sweat beads down your forehead and back, your thighs are sticky and hot and uncomfortable and you whine through it.

"Shhh.. good girl, you're doing so good." He kisses up and down your neck and face while your eyes are rolling back.

The shaking stops, and , he's whispering that he'll be right back, laying you on your chest on the couch. The sofa is all too comfortable but your pussy won't stop convulsing and clenching and everything just feels so limp and fuzzy.

"I'm back princess." Katsuki whispers, and begins helping you sit up on your knees.

The collar wraps around your throat. It's black and a small chain dangles. At the end, "Katsuki" is engraved into a small, metal oval that hangs off a ring. The back clicks together, with a little heart that requires a key to unlock it.

You whine and he chuckles.

His cock strains against his grey sweats, now dark in the center from the both of you being filthy and all over eachother.

You tilt your head back to look at him, lips glossy and eyes spacy. He gives you a quick kiss before laying you on your chest on the couch.

His fingers grip the inside of your shorts and he yanks them down, pulling them off your body and tossing them to the side.

"Fuck- babe- god you look so wet." He groans, palming his erection.

Your ass is straight up in the air, wiggling side to side as he chuckles and slaps your ass. Your fists are balled up near your head, turned to the side while you stare into space and wait.

His fingers push between your folds and coat themselves with your juices. You're so sensitive. It feels so good and he's hardly even touched you.

"Yes, fuck, you're soaking." He whispers, thrusting two fingers inside of you. He begins pumping them in and out, muttering praises and you feel his lips press against the curve of your ass.

"Daddy you're being mean!" You whimper out, pushing your hips back, frustrated.

"Don't be a needy fucking whore, princess." He grits out, placing a harsh slap against your already red ass cheek.

"Ohh- oh fuck- m sorry m sorry!" You moan, spit leaking onto the couch. Your eyes and ass both sting at the contact. Surely it's going to hurt to sit tomorrow.

"M gonna fuck these pretty thighs, gonna make a fucking mess of you." He says, and you hear him pump his cock a few times.

Katsuki's mind is fuzzy, just as high on you as you are on him. His fingers continue gathering slick, wet juices all over them before he pulls them out.

He rubs your clit in little circles for aoment to watch you clench down, overstimulated. Your hips rut forward and he watches your tongue sweep over your lips.

You're so pretty like this, he thinks, and probably says outloud. He can't help it. Your ass is a little raw from the spanking, pussy leaking down your thighs and sticking to everything. The collar has always looked so good on you, always suiting you so well. He loves watching you.

After throwing his pants to God only knows where, he pushes his cock between your thighs and lets out a slutty moan. He licks one of his fingers and then shoves them into your mouth. Chest pressed over your back as he slips between your folds.

You moan, sucking on them, cleaning them off for him like a good girl.

"Shit." He moans, cock slipping in and out of your folds as he fucks your thighs.

You're squirming under him, you can feel it pushing against your clit and sliding between your thighs over and over. It feels so good, being wanted by him. You want his thick throbbing dick to fill you to the brim.

"God, you always feel so- so fucking good."

You push your hips back and forth and he starts feeling electricity ignite across his skin like tiny fireworks.

Little "oh"s tumble from your lips while he tries to keep sanity in his line of sight. It's so hard, with your pussy coating him in such a warm, wet substance. You always taste so sweet on his tongue and he longs for that high again.

He grips your thighs, palms heating up a little, and opens them wider.

Katsuki pulls his cock from between your supple skin and palms at your ass, diving his face into you.

His tongue laps at your clit and slips inbetween the crevice of your lips. Sucking and gathering everything he can.

You moan louder, thighs spreading and closing, pussy clenching.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop-" You force out, feeling that familiar pool of heat in your belly.

He pulls away, flips you over on your back before you can complain and starts shoving his cock inside you.

It's so thick. It always is. He's slow, gentle about it. You know how much restraint he's using by his furrowed brows and rolled back eyes.

His head lolls forward, forehead touching your own. He licks his lips one, two, three times. Soft, bruised lips meet your own before you hear him.

"Such a good girl- fuck- always so good for me. One more baby, you can do it I promise." Katsuki moans out, gently rolling his hips to adjust you.

Your hands find themselves on his back, nails dragging down. His hands adjust your legs, calves thrown over his shoulders now. His chest is to yours, now fully flush and to the hilt inside you.

Your minds go blank, falling into the madness of pleasure that wraps around the both of your bodies. Lips find their way all over your face, peppering you in pecks.

And then he moves.

Head of his cock pressing against your gspot. It's too much, he's too warm. He's too good. It hurts. It feels amazing. You're fucking losing your mind.

Your hands slam to the couch, gripping the coushion and the stupid throw blanket. You feel the need to rip everything and throw it.

He's pumping into you, moaning. His voice is so pretty.

Katsuki is so goddamn pretty. He's so fucking pretty. All muscle and smooth skin and and-

Fuck.

"Oh God, take it, take it, takeittakeittakeit. Goddamn whore, princess, such a good girl." He spits, no longer thinking. His voice pitch is getting higher.

Thrusts becoming more frantic, you take this as your chance to be bad. Even if it does feel better than anything you've ever felt.

You reach, wrapping your hand around his throat, squeezing gently. His hips stutter in response.

"My turn." You moan out.

Somehow, you manage to get the upper hand. He puts up a mild struggle, but you get your legs around his middle, flipping the both of you over as you start bouncing on his cock.

He's searching for something to grab onto now. One hand wraps around his throat, rhythmically clutching and releasing grasp. Just enought o keep him fucked out and off in a daze.

"Oh- hhmnnn fuck baby-"

You giggle a little inside, his thick member pushing against every sweet spot you have. Loud squelching, filthy noises fill the room with clapping.

One of your hands runs up his abs and to his chest. Nimble fingers reach for a nipple and begins rubbing in circles and pulling lightly.

He gasps, eyes flying shut as his head hits the grey fabric. Hips bucking up into yours. You notice his hands shaking.

"You're such a naughty boy for me. You like being choked huh" You murmur in his ear, slowing down into a nice gentle grind.

Katsuki nods frantically, spitting something jumbled that sounds like "I'll be good". He's chewing on his bottom lip, making light whimper and desperate gasps while you continue to toy with his nipples.

"Princess- fucking brat- m gonna cum." He groans out.

You speed up, bouncing and pinching harder. Shoving a thumb into his mouth for him to lick and suck on is his undoing.

White thick cum spills inside you and fills you to the tippy top as he moans out curse words and praises. It spills out of you, forming a frothy ring at the base of his cock and you whine and hump your cunt on him.

"Oh fuck- yes- fill me daddy. Fuck, oh fuck-"

You're on your back. It happens before you can blink.

His cock is still throbbing, cum making everything louder. It leaks from your pussy to your asshole as he starts pounding into you.

A firm hand comes down onto your ass, slap ringing through the living room.

"You fucking whore." He grits, free hand going to rub rough circles on your clit. He speeds up, quickening his pace, angling his hips up.

The collar is jingling with every bounce of your tits. Every thrust he makes brings a grasp or moan from your lips.

The world stops momentarily.

Your pussy wraps around him so tightly it almost hurts. Your body is wrapped into a cocoon of blank space. Almost as if you are a blank piece of paper.

When you come back to planet earth, he's already pulled out of you. Peppering light kisses up and down your body.

You feel his arms up under you and suddenly you're limp and off the couch.

"Shhh, it's okay baby."

You mumble something and hear him chuckle. Your back is slowly placed onto the sheets of your bed.

The bed dips and you look over, starting to come back to your senses. Bakugou is in a new pair of sweats, laying directly beside you and watching you.

His hand smooths over your your tummy and you roll, curling into his chest. He presses a kiss on top of your head.

"Miss you-" you murmur, pressing your face into his chest further, arm wrapped around his waist.

"I'm right here, dumbass. Do you want to take a bath with me or just sleep?" He whispers against the top of your head, fingers rubbing circles into your back.

"Neither. Cuddles."

You feel his chest vibrate as he laughs.

"Okay baby. You know how much I love you, right? You know I don't think of you as a whore or a slut. You're so pretty. I love you." He murmurs, gently working your muscles.

"Mhmmm! I love you too bunny." You mumble, pressing your fingers into him to dig knots out aswell.

Your hand travels to his ass cheek, where you give it a firm squeeze.

"God I love your butt! It's so nice and soft and firm."

His fingers dig into you a little harder, but he relaxes into your touch regardless.

"Oh I know you do princess, I know you do. Are you doing okay? Would you like some water?"

You shake your head no but thank him for his thoughtfulness. Instead, you roll over and grab the tv remote. He's already turned the TV in the other room off, thank fuck.

"Baby, you need to go pee. You're going to get a UTI otherwise." He says, brow raised.

You huff but do as told. When you come back, there's water beside the bed regardless and you notice a bottle of lotion on his nightstand.

You flop back onto the bed beside him, having found a large shirt of his to get comfortable in.

"Wanna watch anime?" You bring the doe eyes out again, pouting. Your hair sticks up in all kinds of ways that will be hell to get unknotted in the morning.

He has tomorrow off, so you know he'll help in the shower. Part of you giggles at the red and blue splotches all over him from kisses and sex.

"Of fucking course, soft shit or do you wanna watch horror?" He asks, turning towards the screen.

You pick horror, for whatever reason, knowing you'll get to make him watch SpongeBob with you afterwards. The screen comes to life and you curl into his side.

Through the night, you take turns massaging eachother up and down. Talking about clothing you want to buy, house decor, among other things.

You make him watch cartoons after the horror anime. Everything about him screams happiness at the end of the night. Relaxed face, soft features and even breathing.

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bkdkau · 3 years ago

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Part 90

✈︎Impossible // bkdk au

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a/n: doing a different format for this post since there’s no screenshots for this part! i’ll be impressed with myself if i make this less than 1.5k words lmao. i’ll proofread but if there’s still mistakes i’m sorry! it’s nearly 2am pls forgive me-

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the drive to their destination wasn’t long; only 30 minutes. but izuku somehow coerced his boyfriend to stop at starbucks for a quick breakfast so their trip took a total of 45 minutes.

their apartment was near the edge of the city, hence why it only took 30 minutes to get where they needed. they drove through the suburbs; pretty one story and two story houses passed them by. izuku sipped his iced mocha coffee as he stared out the window, humming along to the song playing on the radio from his phone that’s connected.

izuku then realizes something.

“kacchan, where are we going? you could very well be on the way to murder me and im just now asking.”

katsuki rolls his eyes. “you’re annoying. i told you i had a present for you. now shut up; you’re not supposed to distract the driver.”

izuku raised a brow and put a hand on his boyfriend’s thigh while leaning over the center console.

“i can think of other ways to distract you.”

katsuki shot him a quick glare and smacked his hand away. “stop that. if i pull over now we’ll never make it in time.”

izuku giggles and feels his stomach flutter at the thought of his boyfriend’s large hands on him. they don’t engage in sexual activities that often, both agreeing that it’s not a necessity to either of them or their relationship. however, when they do, it’s amazing and euphoric.

but it’s fun to tease katsuki sometimes.

“alright, kacchan. i’ll trust you to not kill me. for now, at least. i know one day you’ll eventually snap.” izuku jokingly comments and sips his coffee. the blonde only sighed but there was a small grin on his face.

eventually they stopped. they arrived at a small, one story house. it was cute with green grass and a small porch. katsuki parked in the driveway and izuku looks around confused.

“uh, kacchan? whose house is this? if you told me we were visiting someone i would have dressed better.” the greenette looks down at his katsuki’s sweater and ripped jeans. his infamous red sneakers on his feet that are a bit scuffed up.

“you look fine, idiot. but we aren’t visiting anyone. c’mon.” katsuki said in a gruff. he turned the car off and got out. izuku quickly followed suit.

they went up the small set of two steps to the front door. izuku bounced on the balls of his feet, feeling very anxious. kacchan is being very cryptic and secretive about what’s happening and it’s not settling izuku’s nerves. his anxiety spikes when katsuki pulls out a key from his pocket and inserts it in the door.

“kacchan-“

“nerd, it’s okay. calm down, will ya? have some faith in your man.”

before the shorter man could respond, katsuki pushed the door open and walked in. izuku tentatively follows, feeling like he’s broken into someone’s house. which is all he has to go off of since his boyfriend won’t tell him jack shit.

the doorway immediately opened up to a living room on the left. it was empty. the carpet was a nice brown and it was very spacious. windows lined the wall: a big one in the middle framed by two smaller ones. the blinds were open to let in the sunlight.

walking further in, the wall on the right opens up into a sort of half wall, making it window-like and seeing into the kitchen. there’s an opening to the kitchen at the end of it. there’s a stove, fridge and microwave, the kitchen going with a silver and black theme. there’s also a big space for a dining table. there’s a sliding door that leads to the backyard, izuku assumes. there’s a large window above the sink as well.

to the right inside the big kitchen there’s an unassuming door. izuku also assumes that leads into the garage he remembers seeing upon arriving.

he peers down the hallway and sees 5 closed doors: two on each side and one at the end facing them.

the house is really pretty. it looks small on the outside but it’s actually pretty big inside. there’s a lot of space and izuku likes that. he wouldn’t mind living here.

“kacchan? what are we doing here?” izuku finally faces his boyfriend, who is already looking at him.

the entire time, katsuki was watching izuku take in the details of the house. watching his expressions for any discomfort or something like that. he was almost relieved to see none on the greenette’s face. but katsuki has turned into a nervous wreck because he can’t tell what his boyfriend is thinking for once. scarily enough, izuku’s face or eyes gives nothing away. it’s fucking with the blonde’s head.

“what do you think of it?” katsuki immediately asks. he’s kind of scared of the answer but he needs to know.

“think of what? this house?”

katsuki nods in confirmation.

“it’s cute, very nice actually. and really big. but, why are we here? kacchan, i’m not understanding.” izuku chuckles nervously.

the blonde can finally feel relief. izuku likes it, good. that’s a good sign.

katsuki steps closer and takes both of izuku’s hands into his own. he drags the boy to the carpeted space and looks down at him. the sunlight is hitting just right; making izuku’s green irises shine brightly. he has a light tan and his freckles were darker, more visible than usual. he looks-

“fuckin beautiful.” katsuki mumbles out loud.

izuku immediately blushes a bright red, eyes wide and round in shock. sure, kacchan compliments him a lot, but for some reason this one felt different. it felt deeper and more intimate.

“k-kacchan? um, are you okay? i mean, thank you! but, is everything okay? you seem off today. i didn’t want to say anything because you were trying to hide it. i figured you’d just eventually tell me. if you don’t feel comfortable, that’s totally okay as well! we’ve been together a long time, and you can tell me anything. especially if it has to do with me! i hope i didn’t do anything wrong. well, i did leave the dishes in the sink the other day on accident. i forgot you asked me to clean them since i was busy with my pottery-“

“shut the fuck up.”

izuku’s mouth immediately snapped shut. he realizes he’s been rambling for a good minute and internally smacks himself. he’s stopped mumbling to himself out loud, but rambling was a different story. he hasn’t grown out of it yet, and has been trying to control it. he doesn’t do it as often, but sometimes he’ll find himself overwhelmed (like now) and his mind will race a mile a minute (like now).

“sorry, kacchan. it’s just- you haven’t told me anything. are you… nervous about something? you may have a straight face, but i know you like the back of my hand, kacchan. talk to me.” izuku’s eyes turned worried. his eyebrows scrunched up a bit and there was a small pout on his lips.

the blonde curses quietly. “fuck, sorry babe. damn, i hate it when you’re right. i’m fuckin’ nervous as hell right now. i’m trying to- fuck. do you actually like it? the house.”

“kacchan, yeah, i do. i wouldn’t mind living here, if i’m being honest. there’s so much space for my pottery stuff and the kitchen is beautiful. i want to see what’s behind those doors as well. why are you so nervous about me liking this place? whose house is it? are your parents moving?”

katsuki squeezes izuku’s hands a bit and sighs loudly. “no, the old hag and my pops are fine.”

“then what is it?”

katsuki stares into his favorite pair of eyes with all the sincerity he can muster. with all the confidence he can gather, he tells izuku so softly, so full of love,

“welcome home, izuku.”

then it’s silent. so silent you can hear a pin drop. red irises look into green ones as they wait.

and wait.

and then-

“KACCHAAAAAAN!”

izuku shouts, fat tears immediately pouring down his face as he launches himself into katsuki’s arms. he burrows his face into the blonde’s chest, but it doesn’t really help muffle the loud crying.

katsuki holds him tight, smiling so wide his cheeks are starting to hurt. he’s incredibly happy. he wasn’t sure how izuku would take this surprise, honestly. the greenette likes big gestures every now and then, but this… a house; is more than a huge gesture.

however, katsuki won’t dwell on it too much. he’s happy that his boyfriend is happy and soaking his shirt. he runs his fingers through izuku’s curly hair, gently detangling some strands the shorter male missed when he brush it earlier.

“babe, you good? this is my favorite shirt and you’re getting fuckin’ snot all over it.”

izuku looks up at him, looking beautiful as ever. “sh-shut up! this is y-your fault!”

katsuki smirks. “how so?”

“look at this house! it’s cute! it’s really nice and i can’t wait to move in! what’s wrong with you! why didn’t you just tell me?!”

izuku lightly hits the broad chest as katsuki laughs.

“calm down, dork. this is only the first part of your present.”

izuku’s eyes go wide. “there’s more? kacchan, please! i won’t be able to handle it!”

katsuki shakes his head. “no can do, babe. i’ve been planning this for months. i gotta do it now.”

“wha-“

the blonde reaches into his back pocket. judging from how he holds it, izuku guess it’s a small item. instead of saying anything, katsuki grabs izuku’s left hand and quickly slides the item onto his fourth finger.

“there. that’s the last present.”

izuku stares at his finger. a shiny, gold band is wrapped around it. there’s small, intricate designs of swirls and flowers all around it. upon a closer look, there’s small rubies imbedded into the ring acting as the middle of the flowers.

izuku thinks he might cry again.

no, scratch that. he is absolutely crying.

he looks up at his boyfriend — no, fiancé — tears blurring his vision slightly.

“god, i hate you so much. i fucking hate you. i- i don’t know what to say. kacchan, i…”

katsuki looks away, embarrassed but in love. “just say yes, dumbass.”

shaking his head, the greenette yelps, “i have no choice! you already put it on!”

whipping his head back around, katsuki is glaring and there’s slight fear in his eyes. “then fucking take it off if you don’t want it!”

“no, it’s mine! you gave it to me! kacchan, you don’t have to worry. i already said yes a long time ago. i didn’t expect you to have a ring so soon, though. how much was this? are the rubies real? did you steal it? kacchan, tell me!”

katsuki’s initial fear quickly went away. his stomach dropped at the thought of izuku rejecting him. but his reassurance grounded the blonde.

“i didn’t fucking steal it! i ain’t that pathetic! don’t ask me shit about the price, just accept the damn thing! and of course those rubies are real! why the fuck would i get fake ones? i’m the fucking best boyfriend ever and i’m gonna show the damn world!”

izuku has an amused expression on his face as he listens to his egoistic fiancé. his heart is soaring above the clouds right now and saying he’s happy is such an understatement. there’s no words to describe how elated he feels right now.

“you’re lucky i love you so damn much. i’m gonna call sho and kami to show them. i’ll look at the other rooms while i’m at it.” izuku states and finally looks away from his ring to pull out his phone.

“oh!” izuku stops fiddling with his phone and leans up to wrap his arms around katsuki’s neck and kisses him.

it’s deep and loving, izuku pouring every ounce of gratefulness he has into it. and katsuki can feel it; he drinks every last drop. he has no choice but to return it full swing, letting izuku know he understands. that he feels the exact same way.

they pull apart and izuku smiles. “i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

before the blonde can respond, izuku is already on facetime with his friends, walking around and pointing the camera in different directions. he eventually stalks off down the hallway while showing off his ring. the excited yells from kaminari (and sero?) can be heard in the empty house and the low monotone of shoto’s voice. katsuki can tell he’s excited though.

and the blonde himself is rather excited as well. he has a new home and is spending the rest of his life with his other half, his soul mate. the man couldn’t ask for anything better.

anything greater than this was impossible.

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#bakudeku au #bnha #bakudeku #bakugou x izuku #bnha bakugou #bnha izuku #deku #denki kaminari #bnha twitter au #bnha todoroki #bkdk au #bkdk soulmates #wonder duo #bkdk fic #they’re married your honor #this is canon #i swear #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

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asoulofstars · 7 years ago

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God, what happened to you?

“I-I don’t know.” The faerie remembered darting through the sky trying to avoid explosions, and the pain in her shoulders told her she must have crash landed. “Where am I?” She wrapped her wings around herself.

#thecallofthewind #v: look to the stars #i'm mobile bound so forgive any mistakes or lack of format pls

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feingeister · 5 years ago

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Hmm..I kinda wanna know what you would like from S5 if it happens? In terms of who the main should be, what kind of storylines you would like to see from all the characters, what should improve etc.

when it happens, anon. we’re full-on delusional on this blog.

ok let’s start with general stuff:

- i want them to take their time. in season 4, things tended to feel a little rushed and while scheduling conflicts are fine and just happen sometimes, they had several scenes where so many characters were missing without an explanation at all.

- i can forgive a lot of tiny mistakes, like david’s scarf changing positions or a haircut change but i really don’t want to see another mess like the season 4 finale. it looked like they had about 500 abdi’s on set fhkjfhfk i think with more time and care stuff like that wouldn’t happen, so I’m more than happy to wait for a season 5

- listening to feedback is one of druck’s greatest strengths and im very glad that they take our suggestions into account, but when they have sooo many people telling them how to do things, it’s probably really easy to lose their own vision and i don’t want that to happen

okay now the main of season 5…. it has to be sam. i always believed that we knew so little about sam, because we would dive into her story in her season and FINALLY get to know about all her motivations and fears. solve the mystery and all that. all of her sideplots always gave me a “SOMETHING is going on, but we don’t know what” vibe. now…i can see how that might’ve been a little too much good faith, but it still means that her season has a lot of potential. a problem that sam has is definitely that (as a cris character) she doesn’t take things seriously, she’s maybe a bit too easy-going and amicable and ends up avoiding conflicts because it’s too much drama for her.

i’m kind of tired of love stories being the main plot of the season, but i still wouldn’t mind something like cris’ season in skam es lol, especially because druck hasn’t used the mental health plotline yet. it would just be a bit difficult to not make it too similar to either cris’ or matteos season. i’m sorry i just haven’t let go of my “sam is a lesbian” headcanon ok.

i could also go for a platonic storyline where sam needs to stick up for a friend and in turn learns to stand up for herself as well (and no… i don’t mean a gal pal version of og s3, don’t even try it @druck).

and just to address the elephant in the room: i don’t particularly want a kiki season, because we already know so much about her and she has done a lot of growing in the past seasons. while it would be cool to see it from her perspective, sam is just my number one priority.

and the even bigger elephant in the room: david. i don’t want season five to be his because right now he’s happy and i want him to be happy for longer and really settle into his life with matteo and the combined squads. i do however, want season 6 for him (or any season… pls).

this is maybe an unpopular opinion, but i don’t want to see a drama-free season where david just happily goes about his life. i mean, i’d watch it and enjoy it but at the end of the day, i think it would be a bit of a disservice to his character to have every season-main change and grow through hardships and to leave him with a mostly uninteresting (to people who aren’t hopelessly obsessed with him like me and everyone else on here), unchallenging storyline. which is also why i want to wait for his season, because if he’s gonna go through some shit i want him to be happy first. i also think it makes sense, because i’m pretty sure david is someone who lets problems sort of… pile on until they’re almost too much to deal with. we already know he’s an escape artist when it comes to his problems (both literally and figuratively) and on top of that i believe he’s someone who likes to bury himself in his work (he’s competitive, ambitious and he studied for his goddamn math exam and passed it even though he was waiting for his soulmate to show some sort of reaction to his coming out… hello? who does that. i can’t even study under the best of conditions.).

i know we’ve been through the whole ‘running away as a coping mechanism’ thing and maybe some people would get bored with that but... well this is my ask and this is what i want to see lmao. in my eyes, david is stable and healthy enough not to literally make a run for it when things get bad, but i really want to get into the nitty gritty of it all, yknow. see how that sort of coping mechanism works in a less dramatic way in day to day life, because i don’t think he’s completely gotten rid of it. ignoring calls and text, excessive workouts, overworking in general, problems growing and growing until they knock at your door to take you out, those are all things that the skam format is made for. you don’t see them happening to people when you’re not in their head and if you are it’s all the more intense. so that’s what i think davids ~thing~ would be but he also needs an actual plot.

the absence of any kind of information about davids parents to me seems so obvious that i feel like it has to be purposeful. much like with sam, i think there is a deliberate gap of knowledge, because there is something significant to be found there. this is maybe also controversial, but i wouldn’t mind another story that revolves around queer-centric issues.

what i’m kind of envisioning is david exploring his relationship with his family. i have some thoughts on this but in general i think it would be interesting to explore what it’s like to have two families, your legal family and your found family, especially if you have both of them in your life. i’ve seen a lot of (not enough) stories about finding people who give you what your family refused to give you and i’ve seen a lot of stories about making peace with your family even if they wronged you and i would kind of like to see both? i think it’s a reality for many, many people that they have a family in their life that they love and keep around, but they also have to live with the fact that their trust as been irrevocably broken. to parallel that with a happy found family that gives you all the support and love you need is certainly a thing i would like to see.

anyway, those are all super rough ideas that have been floating around in my head and there are a hundred more ways the next seasons could go and i can’t wait for them either way.

#druck #ask #i have like 10298108 more things i want to add but this is already too long and incoherent

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Friends+ Interview with Shoma

Friends＋α 2018-19 with Shizuka Arakawa and Shoma Uno - 9/24/2018

disclaimer/notes: This is in transcript format to make it easier to read but it has NOT been transcribed and translated word for word. Since it’s a 48min interview translated by ear, a lot of it has been summarized or paraphrased. My Japanese isn’t totally fluent either, so there may be some mistakes and/or omissions. Oh and I just realized I still haven’t fixed the inconsistent use of lol and [laugh] throughout this and I’m too tired to do it right now so pls forgive ;;

Intro

Shizuka: Last time you said you wore the outfit they prepared for you. How about today?

Shoma: I woke up 30 minutes ago and this was the outfit that was laid out for me.

Shizuka: So, same as last time.

About off-season activities after the Olympics

Shoma: I’ve done ice shows, then training camp and then more ice shows. I think I did more of them last year. I thought it was a bit much last year [laugh], so this year I took the liberty of doing fewer shows.

Shizuka: Do you like ice shows?

Shoma: To be honest, I like competitions better. But on shows like The Ice, I got to skate last for the first time, and it felt like I had a bigger role to play. I used to just show up and do my part without thinking too much. Now I think more about the bigger picture: I’ve had to think more carefully about what I can do to contribute to the show and make the audience happy. I feel a stronger sense of responsibility now. Being the first one to come out and the last one to skate feels like a big deal. It was the first time in an ice show that I felt so strongly that I couldn’t make any mistakes. That was a good experience and honestly it was fun, too.

The Birth of Shoko-chan

Shoma: When I heard we were doing cosplay for the jump contest, I thought it was going to be too much time in the spotlight and I didn’t want it, to be honest. I would rather lose soon and just focus on performing. But the last event was going to be in Nagoya and Oda-kun said, “What are we gonna do if Shoma doesn’t win.” I also thought it’d be good jump practice. The cosplay had to be something funny, so for the 1st day I was Luigi. I thought I was gonna be Luigi the next time too, but Kazuki-kun, Kaori-chan and Marin-chan told me that was boring. Then I ended up being a blue power ranger [laugh].

Shizuka: Was that your idea?

Shoma: That was chosen for me, too. Everyone who was younger than me was like “put this on,” and I was like “okay” [laugh]. Then at the last event I got into it as well, and when we were deciding what to do I gave my input as well, “let’s do crossdressing.” I asked Marin-chan and Kaori-chan for help with the makeup.

Shizuka: So you didn’t dislike it?

Shoma: [laugh] well…

Shizuka: You get used to things quickly.

SHoma: Yeah. That day rather than thinking it was embarrassing I thought it seemed like fun lol.

Shizuka: So you had fun.

Shoma: I had a lot of fun.

Collab with Stephane Shoma: That was a great opportunity for me. Stephane-san is very good at steps and I was afraid I wasn’t gonna be able to keep up. But I wanted to do a good job. To be honest, I didn’t know I was going to be doing my version of winter until the day of the event.

Shizuka: Really?! I’m sure we had talked about it. You knew there was a collaboration, right?

Shoma: I heard I was gonna be doing a collaboration but.…

Shizuka: Well, then! that means you were going to do it, no?

Shoma: LOL

Shizuka: You weren’t listening.

Shoma: No…I really panicked.

Shizuka: So you hadn’t practiced.

Shoma: I hadn’t practiced it since Worlds.

Shizuka: What? [disapprovingly] Huh.

Shoma: So I managed to focus on practicing on my own as soon as I arrived. But since I did that program for a year, my body still remembered it and the fact that I hadn’t done it for a while helped me realize what adjustments I could make. It was tricky doing the steps together and there was a lot of twizzles in the opposite direction. But it was fun to figure it out like that and I was happy I could do that kind of program.

Shizuka: I’ve thought for a long time Stéphane is a standout professional skater among all the pro-skaters I’ve seen. And for you to skate along side him…I think both of you seemed encouraged by one another and it was a sight to see.

Shoma: I was really nervous. I’m usually never nervous for the opening and finale, but this time I got through it despite being a bit nervous. From the moment I stood up, it was like I was going to a competition. Because Stephane-san is a really incredible person…and since we’re doing the program together, it’s even more important not to make mistakes than when I’m performing alone. I didn’t want to fall behind and I had to get the rhythm just right, so I was very focused.

Shizuka: You two do not have the same style, and it’s not that you “more or less matched each other” and made it work while still flaunting your individual styles…I mean, I thought your individuality became a plus rather than a hindrance. In the synchronized step sequence you two did at the end, you were both skating with such confidence. I loved that part when you came to the corner. I was watching from that corner and I thought, “Wow, those two look really cool.”

Shoma: [giggles]

Shizuka: So at what time during the program were you able to relax?

Shoma: As I was doing all the steps and going into the final spins, I had some confidence.

Shizuka: Right, you had that look of “it’s gone well today.” I liked that look on the two of you.

Shoma: We didn’t really decide on a precise number of steps, so I would look at Stephane and try to figure out just before, ‘oh today must be 8. Today must be 6.’ lol

Shizuka: Well, Stephane is an artist after all.

Shoma: I got it wrong and ended it early in practice once, so I told myself to remember to be careful around that part [laugh]. And I’m also very bad at doing twizzles in the other direction.

Shizuka: Everyone is, but Stephane is different, right? He’s basically equally good in either direction. When making the program for someone, he’ll add things whether you’re good at them or not.

Shoma: He sure put in a lot of them…

Shizuka: Before Dai-chan had also thought, “ah he’s adding too much of them” [laugh]. But I think he made you do it because he knew you could.

Shoma: I think he knew I was bad at doing them in the other direction…

Shizuka: But he thinks you’ll be able to figure it out. He probably evaluated you and figured you could do it. Meanwhile he asks me which direction I prefer [laugh].

Shoma: He probably thinks I should be challenging myself more.

Shizuka: It turned out great.

Shoma: Yes. I want to do more collaborations next year with lots of different people.

Shizuka: I’ll have to think of something stimulating for you then.

How were things backstage?

Shizuka: It was quite calm this year wasn’t it?

Shoma: Yes. But Stephane wasn’t dressed yet 3 minutes before the performance.

Shizuka: But that’s just Stephane.

Shoma: It’s always like that right?

Shizuka: He has that kind of authority. There’s such a thing as Stephane Time. He starts putting his boots on right when it’s go time [laugh].

Shoma: I kept worrying, “is he going to make it??” And then while I was doing my part of the performance I’d see Stephane coming in and it was such a relief lol

Shizuka: You must’ve been worried you were going to end up alone. You’d have to do his part, too!

Chicago this season

Shoma: It’s not that I go to Chicago to learn jumps: I have objectives like building up my stamina, getting [mentally] ready for the new season. I hate going abroad [laugh], so going to Chicago is a way to transition out of the off-season and get into the competitive mindset again. When it comes to jumps, I’ve benefitted from a lot of advice and opinions from many different people, but the main part of the process has always been practicing on my own. When I was little, I’d get impatient waiting for the teachers who were helping Kanako and I would practice by myself. I’d try to figure it out by myself a lot, and little by little I’d get the hang of a new jump.

Shizuka: Does it feel like the joy you get leveling up in a game, like you learn a jump and ‘dah-dah-dah-dah’? [nintendo level-up sound effect, I think?]

Shoma: [laugh] No, I think it’s a bit different with jumps.

Shizuka: Ah, I apologize [laugh].

Shoma: No, no, no! I just mean, it’s kind of like, all of a sudden, it clicks. It’s not like you learn it because you became stronger, it’s just sudden. In games, you don’t level up suddenly, you get gradually get closer and closer. I think it’s different in that sense.

Shizuka: Ah, I see.

Shoma: I think leveling up is more similar to spins and interpretation.

Shizuka: So is it like finding an item?

Shoma: Yeah, it’s like finding a rare item! Like, “oh, here it is” lol. When it comes to being able to jump, I think that part of it comes from just random confidence, like thinking “it feels like I can do it.” When you do have that confidence for whatever reason, you just do it. Of course, first it takes a lot of hard work to get to that point, but that’s how I feel I was able to grasp the 3A.

Shizuka: Right now, what are the jumps that you feel you have to work on a bit more?

Shoma: Quad toe and quad flip. When I’m doing a lot of other jumps, the success rate of those 2 aren’t good and I feel like they become unstable. I’d like to do the toe-loop as consistently as I can do the axel. And as for the flip, I’d like for it to stop feeling so difficult in my mind. If I can think of it as a simpler jump…I’d like to lessen the intensity of my feelings about it this season.

About Daisuke’s Comeback

Shizuka: When you were a kid, you must have had opportunities to see the competitions he was in live or on TV?

Shoma: No, I didn’t. It was only once at Nationals when I got to see him perform Phantom of the Opera live. That was the first time I ever watched someone perform and thought, “I wanna be like him.” I think some people must have watched it even more times, but I watched the video like 3 or 4 times.

Shizuka: That’s not a lot lol. But in your case that’s a lot, right, and it seems like it was a big deal in your life as a skater.

Shoma: I don’t watch things more than once lol. That was the only time.

Shizuka: So when you heard that the only one you watched more than once, the one that had such an influence on you, was coming back to competition, what did you think?

Shoma: I was busy with a job somewhere and my manager came and said, “you know…” and that was most shocked I’ve been this whole year. I was so shocked. ‘Coming back to compete…you mean, to compete?’ For me this is a time when everything’s changed so much, so I tried to imagine if it was me in his place. I don’t think I could have come back. I’ve never retired so I can’t understand how he feels. But I think the fact that he could make the decision to come back is really amazing. At first I was just so shocked. But when I thought about it more calmly, it must be a matter of putting his feelings into action.

Shizuka: When you think about competing with this skater you’ve always looked up to, how do you feel?

Shoma: I still can’t picture it. It was only once that I was in the same competition as Daisuke Takahashi-san, only once that we skated at the same place and at the same time. Even then it didn’t really feel like we were in the same competition because he was on a different level. So I still have not experienced competing with him.

Shizuka: Not in the sense of being able to put up a fight.

SHoma: RIght. So I can’t even begin to imagine.

Shizuka: But now that you’re an olympic medalist, are you looking forward to getting that chance?

Shoma: I just can’t imagine it.

Shizuka: Your paths are going to be different, Daisuke’s going to regionals and then sectionals, so if you 2 were to meet it would be at Nationals. Or are you participating in Western Japan Championships (sectionals)?

Shoma: No, I’m just going with the towel to support him, like this [mimics].

Shizuka: Ah the pink one, right? lol.

Shoma: Hahaha. Yeah, I’m just a member of the audience.

Shizuka: This is the only time you’ve wanted to watch anything. You don’t go to watch competitions, right?

Shoma: No. I’ll go to Western Japan sectionals…

Shizuka: I want to see you waving that towel.

Shoma: lol

Shizuka: I wonder if he’ll like that.

Shoma: I want to see how it will turn out with Takahashi-san as a competitor.

Have you talked to Daisuke about it?

Shoma: No. We often chat a bit in ice shows but not about skating. I don’t really talk to people about skating outside of interviews.

Off-season stuff

Shoma: I was very focused on gaming this off-season. I was trying my hardest. I thought, wow the world is very big and there are a lot of strong people out there. As a skater I’m competing on an upper level, so I kept thinking a lot about how the top gamers managed to get to the top levels.

Shizuka: How does a standard day go for you?

Shoma: I wake up, then I sleep on the car on my way to the rink. I sleep until the last second before I start practice. Then I eat while playing games and go back to practice. I play games on my way home, then I eat and game some more before I go to sleep. It’s split in 3 parts: sleeping, skating and gaming. I think it’s 8 hours each. I game too much and forget to talk to my parents and reply to friends and stuff…so no one invites me to do anything anymore [laugh]. I really do the same things every day. When I have to talk to people, it’s kind of troublesome because I have nothing to talk about. The topics are really limited.

Shizuka: Don’t you watch TV?

Shoma: No…I don’t even need to have one at home.

Shizuka: So you must get lost talking to people sometimes.

Shoma: Yeah, I do, so I just nod and go “hmm.” I’m learning by listening [laugh].

Shizuka: Has anything changed since you became 20?

Shoma: Not really.

Shizuka: Do you drink alcohol now?

Shoma: Sometimes. Mostly on my own [laugh].

Shizuka: You just stay home?

Shoma: Yeah, I’m not the type to leave the house. I don’t want to go anywhere. I just want walk around the house at night by myself.

Shizuka: [laughs] You’re like a grandpa.

Shoma: Sometimes I think about what I’ll do when I stop skating. I think I want to live a very slow, calm life lol.

Shizuka: It seems like you already are lol.

Shoma: I do like exercising. I have one day off a week, and if I just stay home the next day I can’t move well at practice, so I go out once. I have friends from university like Matsuda Yura, Takeuchi Kotaro, Nitaya Rin-chan and others. So I go bowling or something with them once a week. It’s the only time I’ll go out each week [laugh].

Shizuka: [laugh] You’re like a mole who won’t leave the burrow.

How he spends his time

Shoma: I hate not having anything to do. If I have time, I want to use it for something. That’s why I game whenever I have free time. I can’t just not do anything so it’s like, I have to game. Whenever I’m free, I just game, so I seriously wonder what other people do in their free time [laugh]. You must be very busy being a mom, right?

Shizuka: Yeah, nowadays I’m busy raising my kids, but when I was competing I had lots of free time. I liked drinking with friends at home. I liked talking to friends.

Shoma: I’m really bad at talking. I had to do a lot of interviews, so now I can talk at least this much, but I used to be terrible at it and I’m still not very good. So it’s more comfortable drinking alone at home rather than with a bunch of people. I like Cassius orange, Smirnoff and Peach Long...

Shizuka: You like sweet drinks, huh! I like Piña Colada.

Shoma: Pina…Cola…da?

Shizuka: Yeah, it’s a pineapple drink, feels very tropical. I don’t think you’re into ‘tropical’ though lol Skaters usually want to take a vacation somewhere with a warm climate where you can go to the beach, don’t you like the beach?

Shoma: I haven’t been in a while. Sometimes I think it’d be nice to go alone to a place where no one’s around, with beautiful natural scenery.

Shizuka: Alone?

Shoma: Yeah, definitely alone lol. I’d first cool off, get refreshed. I don’t think it fits my image but…

Shizuka: You want to try it right.

Shoma: I want to go alone, but I think that person over there would probably say no [looking off-camera, to his manager, presumably?].

While doing a pose for the “friends plus” promo thing, producer asks him, “Could you do it one more time with more energy?” Shoma: “[laughs bitterly] that had plenty of energy though…”

Things he likes in his programs, either in the SP or FS

Shoma: In the SP, my favorite part is the step sequence where I do some steps, spin on one knee, then get up, dance and go back into the steps. And I like the music, the way the guitar melody [in the beginning] changes into a tango-like melody during that part [the stsq]. I like the contrast.

Shizuka: It feels like something new to you?

Shoma: Yes, I’ve been challenging so many new things this year, now I don’t really get that feeling of it being a ‘new thing.’ I just find something to enjoy in it.

Shizuka: You’ve been having fun with it?

Shoma: Yes.

Shizuka: I like the bit before the 3A where you brush your hair up. I thought that looked cool and very new.

Shoma: I got it when I was training in Canada. When I was training there, I got some choreography advice too, and the coach there came up with it.

Shizuka: Who was it?

[silence while Shoma gives her a look like, ‘uh oh, I’m not gonna know this.’ Shoma’s manager says Marie France]

Shizuka: Ah, Marie France, the ice dancer?

Shoma: My hair got very long and it would get in my face, so I kept brushing it back during practice. And she said, we should add that, it’ll look cool. I thought it was a joke at first lol. But then we really put it in the program…

Shizuka: I thought it looked very cool. It’s not like, “I’m gonna jump an Axel now!!” There’s a very casual elegance about it. It’s very impressive to be able express that through choreography.

Shoma: I quite like it too, but there’s also a concern that, “if I’m acting cool, now I better not make a mistake.” [both laugh]

Shizuka: I think it looks very cool. I want to see it again.

Shoma: [giggles]

About costumes

Shoma: I’ve had a lot of them so far. What I don’t like is frills and pink.

Shizuka: Have you decided on the costumes?

Shoma: I dunno. Every year I have like four and I don’t know which one is the real – I mean, which one I’ll be wearing in competitions.

Shizuka: Who decides?

Shoma: Mostly it’s my mom. If there’s something that can be fixed or improved, she’ll do it by hand. And if she thinks it can’t be fixed by hand, then we make a new one. It happens a lot. I just hate trying it on/getting measurements taken. I’m fine with anything, but I just have to stand there like this [mimics] for such a long time – I hate that.

Working with Shae-Lynn

Shoma: Shae-Lynn-san has a lot of experience with uptempo programs and I wanted to try that. I thought that experience would also be useful for my competitive programs. The movements were very fast. She said it was just a matter of moving my body lightly, but it was really difficult, and then the next day my body was stiff and I could barely move. My neck, too, my entire body. At first I had doubts if I could really pull it off, and to be honest I performed with some embarrassment. But the more I did it on ice shows, the more I liked it, and now it’s a program I really like performing.

Shizuka: Do you get embarrassed often?

Shoma: I get embarrassed when I feel like I’m not doing something well. I don’t like to show people something that I haven’t mastered yet. It’s been that way for a long time, even with people who know me. I don’t want to show something half-done.

Shizuka: You’re a perfectionist then.

Shoma: I guess. But lately I’ve been feeling less embarrassment.

Shizuka: How do you set your goals as a competitor?

Shoma: I don’t really…do that. I mean, I don’t see it as setting goals. I just ask myself what I want to do at that moment, make a decision and then aim for the closest objective. Right now, I think about the next competition and what I have to do to get ready, then I practice. This might be a bad way to explain it, but in games, I’m always thinking of how to get my character to the next level…and sometimes I wonder what am I doing it for – it’s not like there’s a final objective [laugh] but I still just want to get to the next level and keep improving, because I don’t like to lose.

Shizuka: Since you became an Olympic medalist and a World medalist I think the expectations surrounding you as you start the season are higher. But as for you yourself, what kind of results are you going to be aiming for?

Shoma: Last season I kept coming in 2nd all the time. That’s not all bad, but of course I want to come in 1st. I want to practice so I can win and live up to those expectations. But even though the rules have changed, I want to keep being myself and also show people that I have grown. First I just want to do well at practice without thinking only of results.

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#summarized transcript #friends plus #shizuka #shoma

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