#genuinely screaming and pacing round my room

[theprestigegirly]

having violent aggressive meltdowns whenever i think about that girl in my english class that i hate

[outercrasis]

Workplace Hero

Pairing: Clark Kent x GN!Reader ++ Word Count/Rating: 1.5k / T

Summary: There's never a dull day working at the Daily Planet.

A/N: This is pure fluff and flirting. It's also not based on a specific version of Superman/Clark, so feel free to picture your favorite one!

Some days you hate working at the Daily Planet. Most of the time it's fine – occasionally bordering on mundane – and then there are days like today. You've worked here long enough to know that if the lights go out it's time to leave the building or hide. You aren't getting paid nearly enough to face off against whatever threat has stumbled through the doors, windows, or sewers of the building.

Today you find yourself tucked in a supply closet near the reporter's bullpen. You had come in here for pens and sticky notes when you heard the telltale clunk followed by darkness and a faint scream. Knowing better than to move, you sat on the floor to wait. Thankfully you chose to wear comfortable pants this morning.

Not long ago this would have terrified you. Hyperventilating, crying, the whole nine yards. Now you just find yourself annoyed. There are so many meetings and deadlines you're going to have to move around. You'll definitely have to cancel your weekend plans.

Your biggest regret right now is leaving your phone at your desk. If you had it, you could have an idea of what's going on. Perks of working at a paper – there's always some reporter looking to have the first scoop. You could also pass the time with social media or some rounds of solitaire.

With nothing better to do, you lean into a corner and close your eyes. If you're lucky this will all be over soon one way or another.

***

“Um, hello? Are you alright?”

Bright light fills your eyes, forcing you to blink rapidly. The person who woke you slowly comes into focus. Blue and red fill your vision.

“Superman?” you ask, eyes still bleary.

The man gives an awkward and uncomfortable chuckle. As your eyes adjust, he comes into clearer focus. Black pants, blue button down, and a red tie that's slightly askew. His hand moves down from his glasses.

“No, just me,” he says.

You smile, accepting his hand to help you up. It's sure and steady around yours. “Sorry about that, Clark. Guess I wasn't fully awake yet.”

“No worries. I'm just glad you're okay. What were you doing in here?”

“Oh you know, just sleeping through another crisis at the Planet,” you joke, dusting off your pants. You miss Clark's amused expression.

You gather your things and go to leave the room, only to immediately stumble. The position you were in made your leg fall asleep, but it was still too numb for you to realize it. The pens and sticky notes fly out of your hands and just as you brace yourself for impact, it never comes.

Instead, a strong arm pulls around your middle and you find your face tucked into Clark's chest instead of the floor. His scent fills your nose – citrusy but warm and the traces of ozone. You desperately hope he can't feel the rapid pace of your heartbeat.

You stay there for a moment too long before coming to your senses and backing away. Clark keeps a steadying hand on your upper arm, making sure you don't fall again.

“You sure you're okay?” he asks, genuine concern written across his face. There's a small chance that being caught up in today's crisis would have been preferable to this burning embarrassment.

You do your best to play it off. “I'm alright, feeling is coming back to my leg now.” You give it a couple slaps and immediately cringe. Hopefully Clark doesn't form any impressions of you based on that. “Thanks for catching me. You've got fast reflexes.”

The pink flush on Clark's cheeks is adorable. “It was nothing, instincts really.”

“Lucky me then,” you say. “Lois may have Superman, but I've got Clark Kent.”

You then quickly scoot out of the supply closet and beeline back to your desk. Did you really just say that? You weren't even able to catch his reaction. Was that weird? That was probably weird and now Clark is never going to speak to you again. Great.

Back at your desk you try to quickly bury yourself in your work. Sentences and paragraphs can't sense your embarrassment, even if your deskmate Irene can. Before she asks you any questions you pop in your earbuds – blocking out the office and focusing on the words before you. While your nap was refreshing, it also put you an hour behind in your work. At least you won't have to move as many deadlines around.

Fate would only have it that the next article on your plate to edit is one of Clark's. Whatever god is running things these days has a cruel sense of humor. 

The small upside is that Clark's articles are usually easy to edit. He makes few spelling or grammar errors – most of his corrections are related to creating a more natural flow for the reader. With any luck you'll have this done and be onto the next article in 30 minutes.

The article is a heartwarming read. It's about a new dog shelter in Metropolis, focused on rescuing and caring for dogs that are displaced in the aftermath of superhero battles. They hope to reconnect as many dogs with their original owners as possible and Clark's article will give them additional publicity to do just that. It warms your heart that he's written an article on something like this when he could have easily spent that time tracking down his next big interview.

You don't really know when your crush started to develop, but it's only grown bigger since you noticed it. It's like you're a teenager again with everything he does and says making your heart race. Reading about his obvious care for animals isn't helping anything.

Sighing, you close your eyes and rub at your temples. This is getting out of hand. You can't even get through an article without imagining disgustingly domestic scenarios of going to the dog park with him.

A tap on your shoulder pulls you from your swirling thoughts. You jump slightly when you see who's waiting for you.

“Clark?”

He smiles sheepishly, setting a mug down on your desk. “Sorry to scare you, I thought you might need some caffeine.”

“I- No worries. I just wasn't expecting you.”

“I hope my grammar mistakes aren't giving you too big of a headache,” Clark says, rubbing his neck. You look towards the coffee as a distraction from his criminally large bicep. He gave you his own mug emblazoned with the Smallville High logo – not one of the communal Planet breakroom ones. 

“Don't try to play modest, you know us copy editors like reviewing your articles best,” you tease. 

“I like making your job easier.” Coming from anyone else you'd consider that pure schmooze, but you can feel Clark's genuine honesty.

You're more than flustered. He didn't mean just you of course, he meant the entire editorial team. But then why did it feel that way?

You notice Clark's messenger bag is slung over his shoulder. “You heading out?”

“Yeah. I was tapped to go to a LutherCorp press conference.” He looks less than thrilled. 

You imagine the rest of the reporters in the bullpen are chomping at the bit to get this assignment. Based on his expression, you think Clark would be happier spending the rest of his career writing about dogs than covering Lex Luthor. There are plenty of reasons to dislike the man, but you do wonder why Clark's is so palpable. 

“I'm surprised Lois isn't covering that.”

“She's in Europe covering a UN meeting.”

You throw him a questioning look, curious why he wouldn't be there as well. Perry often prefers sending two reporters to events like those – Lois and Clark being his favorites, not that he'd admit it.

“It's Ma's birthday this weekend,” he says, a light blush dusting his cheeks. “I couldn't make it to both.”

God. As if you weren't completely gone on him before. Choosing his mother over a massive byline. You don't know a single other reporter in the building who would do something like that.

There's a sudden yell across the office. “Clark! Come on, we have to go now or we'll be late.” Jimmy points at his watch, reiterating their tight schedule.

“Sorry, I gotta go. I'll see you around?”

You nod. “Thank you for the coffee. I definitely needed the boost.”

“Oh! I almost forgot.” Clark opens his bag, putting something more onto your desk. “Here's your pens and sticky notes. You forgot them in the supply closet earlier.”

You can feel the heat radiating from your cheeks. Clark apparently didn't hear the way that sounded as he runs off towards Jimmy with a smile and wave.

Irene gives you a pointed look that you ignore. No need to add fuel to the flames of the gossip mill. An adamant denial will only make her more steadfast in her assumption. 

You take a sip of your coffee. It's exactly the way you like it.

[flowerwiththemachinegun]

Have we learned anything new from Tseng's background? Well, since I haven’t I’ve come up with this. I surely am not bilingual or anything and I couldn’t figure out just how to make my own little language (yet, I have to for another fic) so all of this is just yanno, english. Right before FF7 events, cause I don’t like little ponytail Tseng. GN as usual unless folks start getting overly freaky (not in this fic)

Title: Dead Languages

Description: about 2.5k words. After committing the silliest of crimes you catch the Turks' attention. Taking little to no time to catch you and bring you in for interrogation. The only problem is they have absolutely zero clue what you’re saying, until Tseng finally arrives. Staring at Tseng with absolute delight, relief washes over you. Part 2 will contain more detail about the conversation between the reader and Tseng. 

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To say Reno was pissed was an understatement, pacing back and forth behind Rude’s seated position in front of you. Elbows on the table, Rude’s head buried in his hands out of stress, sighing heavily once more. They’ve tried for hours to get you to talk. There’s just absolutely no way you’ve made it all the way to Midgar with no way of communicating with anyone. From the few words they could make out, they knew you were from Wutai. That and your appearance made that painfully obvious.

They’ve tried threatening you quite a few times, the eccentric duo getting fed up with your “games”, as they call it. Genuinely, you had no idea what they were saying, but boy, were they angry. The red head’s face was just as red as his hair and the bald guy. Well, he seemed more upset at the other suited man for screaming so much. They were certainly no less upset after a blonde man dressed in all white came into the room. Sitting across from you for not even ten minutes staring back at the two men in black saying something in a dismissive tone, then leaving. You couldn’t help but think everything about him was a bit strange. The blonde’s get up combined with the strangely obedient creature he had in tow.

Eventually, you were left alone, staring at the wall for what you felt like was an endless amount of time. After an additional hour went by, numerous people came in and spoke to you, well tried. Each of them speaking a different language you simply couldn’t understand. Growing more and more frustrated yourself, you couldn’t help but give up any attempts at communicating with anyone. Your anxiety gnawing at your mind as you realize you might never leave this room at the rate things were going, surrounded by all of these strange faces. Every person is either talking to you like you were a five year old or becoming frustrated with your lack of communication. At some point, it was no wonder you completely shut down. 

Alone. Again. In this tiny interrogation wall, rubbing your eyes before laying your head in your arms. To think that the trek from Wutai to Midgar was exhausting, “that was nothing in comparison to this shit,” You thought to yourself, deciding to do your best to enjoy the next couple of hours as you were waiting around for your next round of interpreters. You couldn’t quite understand why they were so intent on talking to you rather than locking you away. It was an all-around ridiculous situation to be quite frank, becoming obsessed with myths of beasts living inside of precious red orbs. You wanted nothing more than to obtain that power for yourself in an attempt to take over other nearby villages to save your own.

Coming from a small village where a majority of your people were dying off, the population was not able to multiply faster than what they were expiring. Sure, your goal may have been a form of tyranny, but hell, you were the only one even trying to push for the future. The objective was simple enough: bring back as many of these strange creatures, harness their power, and force the other villages to follow your traditions. It mattered not who you had to slaughter to make your dream happen. It seemed to be going surprisingly smooth, the Shinra building being surprisingly easy to break into. You were able to make it to the materia room and snag as many of the summon materia as you could after practically disfiguring one of the infantrymen and snagging his uniform to blend in. Only to be caught by Reno and Rude as you were making your way back down the ungodly amount of stairs that made up the side entrance.

Pulling yourself from your thoughts as the door was all but being kicked open by Rufus, evident that he, too, was fed up with trying to find a way to speak to you. Raising your head up to acknowledge those who have walked in. By this point, Rufus was ready to just lock you up or, worse, pass you off to Hojo. Of course, he had his other two suits in tow, Reno and Rude, both of them just staring at you with an almost pitiful expression. Thinking to yourself, “That was concerning.” They haven’t said much to you since coming into the room, talking amongst themselves instead. Probably pondering on what they were going to do with you. Watching the white clad man stand up, pulling a device out of his pocket and holding it to his face as he walks out of the room. He almost seemed relieved by whatever that interaction was. Leaning back in your chair, you simply stare at the two Turks, curious as to what would happen next but making no attempts to speak. 

A few moments pass by before Rufus enters again, this time with another man in black. Dark hair ran down his back, neatly pinned up so that not even a stray hair would fall into his face. Not even a wrinkle in sight. What really caught your attention, though, was his eyes. Beautiful honey like pools meeting your gaze, immediately perking up at the sight of his tilak. An action that did not go unnoticed by the others, as over the course of the day, you would hardly acknowledge them, maybe sparing a disapproving glance. You quickly utter a few words, which causes Tseng to do a double take. Very rarely was the Turk caught off guard, but he couldn't deny that hearing someone speak his language was surprising in itself. 

Your gaze never breaks from Tseng as you hear Rufus address him, “Oh? Is this a lost friend of yours?” Tseng pulls  the seat out from in front of you and gets comfortable, for once his movements showed just how perturbed he was by the situation. Trying to keep his voice steady as he responds to Rufus, “Not quite, but I could tell you they came from the same place as myself. Our language never expanded outside of several villages. A place called Mahitotsu, no outsiders were allowed in either, never allowing themselves to mingle with modern-day people. Most of them wouldn’t be able to read nor write in another language due to the permanent barrier they’ve put between themselves and the rest of the world. The villagers themselves are reluctant to even deal with their neighbors.”

With a nod of Rufus’ head, he gestures towards you as he speaks, “Well, figure out why they're here stealing from me.” Something Tseng too was very curious about, most information regarding Shinra or materia for that matter is practically nonexistent. Coupled with the fact that your small off grid village also knows nothing of the world outside of it. For you to trek from the depths of Wutai to get here must have called for a damned good reason. Opting to give you a more traditional welcome in hopes of making you more willing to tell him any information you may have, Tseng starts by taking his gloves off, extending his hand to you. Placing your hand in his, Tseng brings the other to rest soothingly on top of your own. Bringing a few questionable looks from everyone in the room, they’ve never seen this tactic before, and Reno was going to make it known. Regarding Tseng in a teasing voice, “I thought you were here to make them talk, not flirt.” 

“It’s simply a greeting.” Tseng retorts back, red daring to tint his cheeks. It’s been so long since he’s done this. Paired with the way you're staring at him almost makes him want to melt. Getting rid of those thoughts quickly, Tseng begins addressing you. Stating that he obviously knew where you came from, asking what brought you out here. How did you get out here? Not for a minute did he let your hand go as the interrogation went on for hours, not that you could complain. At some point, Rude couldn’t help but mention that it was an awfully long greeting as he stared at your connected hands. Sure, he could’ve let your hand go quite some time ago. A part of him just can’t help but to enjoy this.

Once Tseng received all of the information he could get out of you, looking to Rufus to summarize what was said. Giving Rufus your name as well as place of origin, “They’re looking to save our village, albeit it’s not the smartest plan, though for that particular region of the world it would work considering the lack of knowledge and resources. The goal seems to be using summons as a way to entrap all of the other surrounding off-grid villages, forcing them to abide by our customs, down to forcing them to forget their own language and convert to our own. The reason is that the village is roughly estimated to die off in the next century. They seem to think ruling by fear would be the best way of going about completing their goal.” 

Rufus taps his fingers along the table, resting his head in his hand as he looks from your conjoined hands back to meet Tseng’s eyes. “Right idea, though this should be used for something much bigger than a bunch of forgotten tribes. I’m impressed they’ve made it thus far.” Tseng can’t help but nod in agreement. It is quite the feat to have survived the journey here. Especially knowing there isn’t much known about the rest of the world where you reside. Once again, pulling Tseng out of his thoughts, Rufus throws an idea out, “If they can prove to be just as loyal and useful as yourself, I say we keep them. Obviously, you would be doing all of the training. Not to mention, they need to figure out how to communicate with the rest of society. Dare I say, I have a good feeling about this. Or you could let them know they can rot in one of Hojo’s pods. The choice is theirs.” 

Tseng gives your hand a gentle squeeze before explaining what your ultimatum consisted of. With a shake of your head, you tell him that if you can’t accomplish your goal that there isn't a point of going forward in life. Translating your words back to Rufus draws a deep scowl from him, considering your choice should have been clear. Tseng gives a light shrug, letting out a deep breath. He certainly didn’t want that to be your fate, but after trying to convince you to change your mind and join them, it was clear you weren’t going to budge. Giving Rufus an almost sad expression, doing his best to cover up how he felt about the series of events. “All they want is for our people to continue to thrive-”

Cutting Tseng off as Rufus can’t help but finally notice a specific word that Tseng keeps repeating, “Our?” A smirk spreads across the vice president's face, “You’re people are right here, Tseng. Though, I imagine you have some attachments left to your hometown. Am I wrong?” At that, Tseng breaks any eye contact, staring down at your hands as you bring your other hand to rest atop of his as you sense his tension. Still refusing to look at anyone as he speaks, “It would be a shame for that to be their fate in my eyes, yes. Though I’m sure I've been long forgotten about, there are still people one could say I care for.” 

“Then I have another proposition, this time something that could benefit you both and myself?” Rufus finishes with a questioning tone before carrying on, leaning back in his chair. “We can make merging these villages a reality. It would be easier done if we utilize our troops. Though I have no intentions of trying to spread a dying language, I by no means plan on getting rid of it either. We can leave them isolated as they have been after bringing them together, of course leaving a group of soldiers to keep watch, make sure everything goes according to plan. Anyone stationed there is going to learn how to speak…whatever it is, you all call it. Though this will result in the land becoming Shinra property, is that something you can deal with? We can work out the finer details later, but (Y/N) will work for us, and they will have to live here.” 

“It isn’t me that needs to consider this,” Tseng states before finally meeting your gaze once more. It’s debatable if taking over land in Wutai would start another war, but it doesn’t seem like Rufus plans on making a ruckus as Shinra takes over the land. At least not yet. Translating what Rufus had to offer, and this time, it manages to catch your attention. A frown crosses your features as he details the portion about residing in Midgar and having to learn a new language, but to his surprise, you don't mind Shinra’s occupation so much. More than likely, due to your severe ignorance in regards to what Shinra is capable of. Telling Tseng that as long as you can get your way, it was an arrangement you could live with.

This starts the journey for the next year, being forced to live with Tseng until you can navigate the world by yourself as well as becoming a trustworthy individual. The plans to take over (insert town name here) would also not come to fruition until your training was thoroughly complete. You have to prove yourself in order to pave the way for your goals, even if you fail to realize you're being taken advantage of. To everyone's surprise, Tseng wasn't too upset about the arrangement. Sure, living with a total stranger wasn't on his ‘to do’ list per se, but you had him completely and utterly captivated. Tseng's subconscious had every intention of getting closer and closer to you. Making sure to spend more time than necessary teaching you what different items were as well as teaching you how to communicate with everyone else. Though he loved talking to you the most in your native tongue, there was something so magical about how your voice rang out to him as you spoke. Maybe this living situation would prove to be far more beneficial than he thought, and it had nothing to do with your training. 

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I hate to cut it off abruptly but every other idea is going to be put into part 2. This seemed to be the most decent stopping point for me. Couldn’t get this out of my mind, as I tried writing other fics this idea just kept begging me to use it, so I shall. 

Tseng lowkey has attachment issues and falls in love easily, can't tell me otherwise and it's a hill I'll die on. He just tries to keep his mask on at all times, but I can see poor babies' tears right through that shit.

[smilesrobotlover]

Whumptober day 17- collar, touch aversion, leave me alone

Smiles using all three in the prompt? Rare! Anyways I… I don’t even know how to describe this one BDMSBSKSBMS . SO REMEMBEE THAT DREAM I HAD ABOUT YUGA AND LINEBECK YES I TURNED IT INTO A PROMPT I NEEDED IDEASDBSKSBKSBSAKABK. I need y’all to bear with me here cuz this is nothing but pure chaos. Basically Linebeck meets the villain squad. There’s yuga, Ghirahim, Vaati, zant, Astor, Kogha, and Linebeck in this fic and… it’s crazy. Genuinely can’t tell if it’s actually cringey or if I’m just mean to myself 💀💀💀 so uh, yeah, it’s a long one and ends weirdly but whatevs

Warnings: kidnapping, possessive attitude, nonconsensual touching (it’s nothing serious Ghirahim and Yuga are just a little creepy) and yeah

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It had been a normal day for Linebeck. He woke up, pissed off Leon, pissed off everyone else, and took a walk through the woods while they all calmed down. He kept close to camp so that if something happened, Linebeck would be close enough to them. But apparently it didn’t matter, because in the end, he was grabbed and pulled into a portal, held against his will by some… colorful characters.

Linebeck paced his cage when they left him alone, occasionally leaning up against the bars hopelessly. There was no way he was getting out of this, and there was no way that the others would even know where to find him. The people holding him hostage were weird, but they were scary. Having sharp teeth, powerful magic, and all were freakishly tall (except for two). One was a creature that he’d never seen before, having round yellow eyes, fair blue skin, and markings along his nose. Linebeck was a coward at heart, and these people did not want to make him feel brave.

Linebeck tugged at the collar that they put on him. It was to “block his ability to use magic”, but it was nothing more than a nuisance to Linebeck since he didn’t have any magic. It rubbed painfully against his neck and it occasionally felt like he was being choked. Linebeck groaned and fiddled with the collar more until the men who abducted him barged into the room, arguing about something.

“How could you screw up that bad?” A taller man with white hair that covered one eye yelled. “Open a portal to the castle, that's all you had to do!”

“Portals are a finicky magic! Only a powerful magician can safely open up a portal without any issues!” A smaller purple man who also had hair covering one eye yelled back.

“Oh! Well it seems like you’re not a very powerful magician then, Vaati!”

“Shut up Ghirahim! You know nothing about magic!”

“Can you two stop it with the yelling.” A pale man with a hood over his eyes came in, holding a strange contraption in his hand. “My head hurts.”

“Well Vaati screwed up my plan!” The one Linebeck assumed was Ghirahim practically screamed. The taller creature with the beady yellow eyes came by.

“I don’t understand why you didn’t come to me for help, I open up portals all the time!”

“You were gone with Yuga, Zant! And I needed this mission done now!”

“What is Loria’s name were you trying to do?” A tall man with thick, curly red hair leaned against the bars, and a little too close to Linebeck for comfort.

“I needed Vaati to open up a portal so we could kidnap the King! He was left unsupervised and it would’ve been a perfect opportunity! Just… who even is that?” Ghirahim pointed at Linebeck, which caused the others to look at him. Linebeck stood up straight and backed away from the bars, but Ghirahim got closer. “Who are you?”

Linebeck chuckled nervously and pressed his back against the back wall of his cage, as far away from them as possible. Ghirahim scoffed and snapped his fingers, vanishing in a cloud of diamonds. Linebeck yelped when he suddenly appeared inches from his face. He grabbed his shirt and pinned him against the wall, looking down at him with murder in his eyes. Linebeck felt like he was gonna pass out right then and there, but he swallowed his nerves down and tried to glare back at him.

“I said, who are you?” Ghirahim repeated, fury in his voice.

“A—uh— I—I’m uh…” Linebeck stuttered, unable to say his own name. Ghirahim groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Well he’s completely useless to us,” Ghirahim snapped his fingers and a dagger appeared in his hand. “Might as well get rid of him.”

“W-wait! Wait!” Linebeck tried to stop him, but sudden movement at his side caused him to scream and jerk away from it. Yuga appeared and held Ghirahim’s hand that had the dagger in it.

“Let’s not be too hasty, there’s no reason to kill him.”

Ghirahim rolled his eyes at him. “Let me guess, he’s too beautiful to die?”

“Yes!” Yuga dragged Linebeck away from Ghirahim, and he found himself pressed up against Yuga’s chest. “I mean look at him, beauty like this must be preserved.” His hand gently stroked against Linebeck’s cheek which made him physically recoil.

“Don’t touch me!” Linebeck swatted his hand at Yuga, but it was grabbed effortlessly by the large man.

“So feisty too, I’d like to keep him for my collection.”

“Yuga no. You let that one doctor live, and look where that got us!”

“Oh come on! I won’t let him walk around freely,” Yuga’s fingers dug possessively into Linebeck’s shoulder causing him to squirm. “I’ll just turn him into a painting and keep him in my hall, that’s all!”

Linebeck’s heart stopped. “Wh— turn me into a painting?”

“Well of course. Only the most beautiful and powerful ones are hung up on my wall. You should consider yourself lucky,” Yuga got close to his face and Linebeck leaned back.

“Kinda hard to consider myself lucky when I’ll have to look at your ugly face for the rest of my life!”

Yuga gasped and the others snorted in response.

“Oh I think I like him actually,” the hooded man said with a chuckle.

“Oh you— shut up, Astor!” Yuga yelled, his grip on Linebeck tightening in rage. “That was a petty insult, it sure does dampen your natural beauty.”

“Yeah well at least I have natural beauty unlike you, who needs all that crap all over your face just to be bearable to look at!”

Yuga gasped more loudly and he let go of Linebeck. Ghirahim started laughing like a maniac and he grabbed onto Linebeck.

“I have to agree with Astor, I think I like him as well.”

Linebeck squirmed in his hold, trying to get away. “Yeah well the feeling’s not mutual. Get off of me!”

Ghirahim’s grip tightened around him, and Linebeck groaned. He couldn’t move.

“Well we don’t need him alive so just kill him now Ghirahim,” Yuga grumbled, suddenly turning into a painting and slipping through the bars. Linebeck watched in awe as he popped out of the wall, returning to his true self. Yuga smirked at his reaction. “Still think that I’m nothing to look at?”

“Tch, you still look like a moblin’s rear end to me.”

Yuga glared daggers into Linebeck while the others laughed hysterically.

“Oh I definitely like you,” Ghirahim wheezed, patting him on the shoulder. “Sorry Yuga but I don’t want to kill him anymore, he… amuses me.”

Yuga grumbled as Ghirahim finally let go of Linebeck and left the cell.

“Uh… w-what are you guys going to do to me?” He couldn’t help but ask even though he knew that any answer would be a bad answer.

“Don’t know yet, you weren’t our original target,” Ghirahim answered, looking upset again. Vaati leaned against the bars next to Linebeck.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head over the specifics of your fate, we’ll take care of that for you,” he said.

“Yeah that’s kind of why this pretty little head of mine is worrying,” Linebeck rebutted. “Can you at least take off this collar? I don’t have any magic so it’s completely useless.”

“We’re not taking any chances with you,” Astor said in a low voice.

“Besides, if you ever escape, then people will know that you belong to us,” Vaati said with a grin.

Linebeck gulped and the group left the room, leaving him alone once again. He let out a big sigh and sunk to the floor, hoping that they wouldn’t return any time soon. Though he wanted to escape, the memory of Ghirahim and Yuga holding onto him so strongly made his skin crawl. Even if he could escape, he was not strong enough to fight against them. Ghirahim’s teleportation, Yuga’s weird painting magic, he didn’t even want to think about what the others were able to do. Not to mention, they all seemed so… sadistic. And that was what scared Linebeck the most.

Linebeck rested his head against hands, suddenly feeling very exhausted. He prayed that by some miracle, the others would find him. He just didn’t know how.

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Linebeck jolted awake at the sound of crashing and yelling. He looked over at the door beyond his cage, his heart beating a mile a minute. The yelling continued, sounding like it was getting louder. Linebeck stood up and backed up in a corner, watching the door with dread.

“Just get what they stole from me, alright?” He heard someone shout from the other side. “We’ll be in and out before they even know we’re here!”

“Sure thing.”

There was inaudible grumbling and shifting around, with one proud cheer after a while of shuffling. Eventually the noises were right outside the door, and Linebeck held his breath. A regular looking Hylian in a red jumpsuit peaked his head into the room, and he locked eyes with Linebeck.

“Uh, Kogha?” The Hylian yelled out.

“What?” A gruff sounding man yelled back.

“There’s a guy here.”

“Huh? What?”

Another Hylian poked his head through, and then a tall, heavy man with a weird eye mask appeared. Linebeck pressed himself further into the corner, glaring at the three.

“Listen, unless you’re here to break me out, leave me alone!” He shouted with as much strength as he could.

The men all glanced at each others confused.

“Are you a hostage?” The first Hylian asked.

“I’m in a cage, of course I’m a hostage!”

The tallest one who Linebeck assumed was Kogha entered the room arrogantly.

“Well it’s your lucky day, sir. We’re gonna break you out.”

Linebeck raised an eyebrow. “And why should I trust you?”

Kogha leaned against the bars, gesturing to the whole room. “You know the guys that I assumed abducted you?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Yes, well, we don’t get along. One of them tried to sacrifice me to his malice god. Can you believe that? Sacrifice me?”

“I don’t care.”

“Yeah well, the yiga clan don’t take kindly to sacrificing me. So anytime we can piss them off or inconvenience them, I’ll take it.”

Linebeck narrowed his eyes. “Yiga clan? You wouldn’t happen to be connected to that Yuga guy would you?”

Kogha scoffed. “Just because our names are similar doesn’t mean that we’re connected.”

Linebeck narrowed his eyes even more, and Kogha shrugged.

“Oh whatever, boys, come tear down this door for me.”

Linebeck gasped as the two Hylians grabbed the cage door and pried it open with their weapons. Kogha gestured for Linebeck to join them.

“C’mon, let’s get you home.”

Linebeck looked down. “I don’t think you can get me home.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well…. I… I’m not from here—“

There was a loud banging sound, and the Hylians snapped their heads at something behind him.

“Ok well you can explain later, now come on,” Kogha sputtered, trying to grab Linebeck.

“Hey, don’t touch me! I still don’t know if I trust you or not—“

A loud shout came from beyond the door. “Kogha we need to leave now!” The second Hylian yelled, and Kogha grabbed Linebeck and threw him over his shoulder.

“Ah— HEY!” Linebeck yelled, but he was carried away as the three ran for it. Linebeck watched behind the three, seeing Astor and Zant appear. “Ah! Kogha!” Linebeck yelled as they noticed the group running away. Kogha slightly turned around and groaned.

“Ugh! Not that guy!” Kogha set down Linebeck while running, causing him to nearly fall over. “Make sure he gets out safely.”

“Wait, what are you doing, Kogha?” the first hylian asked.

“Buyin’ you some time,” Kogha said with a grin in his voice. Astor held up the strange contraption in his hand, and a red substance poured out of it, heading straight to the group. Linebeck gasped when it came close, but it was stopped by a strange blue shield put up by Kogha. Someone grabbed Linebeck’s hand and he was pulled along, which he quickly tried to pull away.

“I can run on my own! Let go!” He shouted, and the hylian holding his hand grumbled, letting go. The three ran for a long while after they made it outside, and when they were far enough, they all collapsed. Linebeck leaned against a tree and sighed with relief. Well at least actual escape wasn’t an issue anymore... Except this stupid collar was still on him.

“Kogha…” One of the hylians muttered, staring at the building they just escaped from.

“Did he make it out?” The other one asked, and they both watched intently. But there was nothing.

“I knew we shouldn’t have left him alone! They might’ve gotten to him this time!” The first Hylian said frantically, “they probably captured him, and now he’s gonna die! And the yiga clan will be without their leader!”

Linebeck felt guilt creep up on him. It didn’t matter what he thought about the men that saved him, they saved him. And Kogha… he must’ve given up everything just for them… just for him…

“Oh goddesses,” he mumbled, “he saved my life, and I didn’t even get to say thank you… heck I didn’t even show that I was grateful…. Goddesses… he didn’t deserve this.”

“Aw, how nice of you to care about me.”

Linebeck flinched at the sudden presence of another person next to him, and he nearly tripped into the other Hylians who stared at Kogha in awe.

“Kogha!”

“You’re ok!”

Kogha puffed out his chest and pointed at them dramatically. “Of course I’m alright! I may not be able to beat those lunatics down there, but I sure as heck can escape them!”

The Hylians both gave relieved sighs while Linebeck caught his breath. If one more person snuck up on him like that one more time…

“Oh come on now,” Kogha leaned towards Linebeck, “where’s that gratitude you wanted to show me?”

Linebeck groaned and stood up straight. “Thanks or… whatever,” he mumbled.

“Well, that was better than nothing I suppose,” Kogha scoffed, and the Hylians stood beside Kogha who had his finger resting on the chin of his mask. “I suppose I’m not done rescuing you yet, where’s your home? I can take you there.”

“Uh–” Linebeck looked down, gnawing his lower lip. There was no way that Kogha was going to get him out of here, he doubted he was in the same era that he was in before. Kogha tilted his head at him when he didn’t say anything.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”

Linebeck glared at him. “No. I just… I don’t think you can get me home. Unless you can open up a portal across eras–”

“Wait– you’re from a different era?” One of the Hylians stepped up, looking surprised. Linebeck sighed.

“Yes, I am, and I need to get back to where I was,” though Linebeck could return to his beloved ship, he didn’t want to. He couldn’t abandon his friends, and he couldn’t abandon Link. Kogha let out a laugh and relaxed his posture.

“Hey buddy, I can open up a portal across eras,” Kogha wrapped his arm around Linebeck, making him squirm. “Though it’s not easy to do. I’ve been alive for so long that I was able to learn how to do it but Sheikah magic can’t normally do portals, and it’s just super hard to do in general–”

“Well for it being hard to do, it sure does happen a lot!” Linebeck yelled, and Kogha backed up with his hands up defensively.

“Calm down, let me just see where you once were and I can send you back.” Kogha leaned forward and stared at Linebeck for much longer than he’d like. Finally, Kogha hummed and stepped back. “I see,” he said softly, amused.

“What?”

“Once I open up the portal I want you to waste no time getting in, alright? I can’t keep it open for a long time.”

“Wait, you know where to take me? How?”

“Oh, uh, Sheikah magic, now get ready!” Kogha lightly shoved Linebeck, then got low, swinging his arms in a weird pattern, and right behind Linebeck, a portal opened up.

“Woah!” He stared at the red portal in front of him, trying to see if he could see the other side.

“Linebeck!”

Linebeck swung around at Kogha, surprised at how he knew his name, and he saw the Hylians gather around their leader.

“Tell Ammon I said hi, alright?” Kogha said in a strained voice, and Linebeck blinked. Did he… know Ammon? Kogha gestured to Linebeck with his head and the Hylians stepped forward, pushing Linebeck into the portal.

“W-wait! The collar–” was all Linebeck was able to say before he was pushed into the portal, and he landed on his back harshly in tall grass. He laid there for a moment, thinking about everything that happened to him when he heard yelling from far away.

“Linebeck! Come on, I’m sorry I yelled at you!” He heard Ammon shout.

“I swear if that man is in danger and we have to save him I will throw him into the lake!” He heard Leon grumble, and Linebeck couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Classic Leon.

“Hey, we’re supposed to be looking for him to make sure he’s alright, not threatening him,” Rusl spoke up, and Linebeck heard Leon groan. He would’ve called for them, but after being pushed into that portal, he was feeling pretty dizzy, and his ribs hurt from falling onto the ground. The three were silent for a while, until Linebeck heard their footsteps right next to him, and Leon accidentally kicked his head as he tripped over him.

“OW!” Linebeck sat up and rubbed his temple painfully as Leon laid sprawled out on the ground. “Watch where you’re going, Leon!”

Leon scrambled to his feet and glared at Linebeck. “You– You watch where you’re laying!” He retorted and Linebeck heard the other two groan.

“Leon for Din’s sake,” Ammon muttered, and he kneeled down next to Linebeck. “Are you alright? We got pretty worried about you.”

“Yeah, what’s that on your neck?” Rusl pointed at the collar that stayed around Linebeck’s neck.

“Oh, you know, I got abducted by a bunch of weirdos and they put this stupid collar on me so I wouldn’t use magic or whatever,” Linebeck said nonchalantly. The others gasped.

“You got kidnapped?”

“Who took you?”

“Are they still near?”

Linebeck shook his head. “No, they were from a different era. I’m lucky this weird red guy was able to open up a portal for me to return.”

“Goddesses Linebeck,” Leon groaned, “how do you always get yourself into these situations?”

“I don’t know but I do,” Linebeck looked over at Ammon and pursed his lips. “Um, the red guy…. His name was Kogha and he told me to tell you hi, for some reason.”

Ammon’s eyes widened in surprise. “K-Kogha? You saw him? I–” He looked down, a smile teasing the corners of his mouth, but it quickly went away. “Were you in my era?”

“I don’t know, do you normally deal with the weirdos called Yuga, Ghirahim, Astor, Zant, Vaati–”

“Astor?”

“Zant?”

“Vaati…”

Linebeck stared at the others in surprise. So they all knew them? Or at least some of them. Ammon looked confused, Rusl looked shocked, while Leon looked furious.

“Well, seems like I have a lot to tell you guys,” Linebeck said with an awkward chuckle. He tugged at the collar and stood up. “You think you could get this stupid thing off of me while I tell you the details?”

The three of them snapped out of their reactions and nodded, standing up as well.

“Don’t worry Linebeck,” Rusl started, wrapping his arm around his shoulder, “I have the right tools to get that off of you.”

“But I am very curious about your encounter with Kogha and Astor. You know Astor died in the calamity a long time ago.”

Linebeck shrugged. “Ok, well I did see him and all the others together. But uh, I wouldn’t recommend meeting them.” The others chuckled, and they all escorted the sailor back to camp.

[kismetmoon]

um i’m no seasoned writer but i’ve been having this scenario play on loop in my head and im too lazy to draw it out so i wrote it out instead. i might start doing this with small snippets i think up then make them into comics if i really like them and / or have the time. i have all these characters and i feel like i should, yknow, use them for stuff

‘GUARD!’, came a shrieking echo from down the long, winding halls of the Circles’ estate.

Atlas knew this voice all too well: Adam Siglon. Chief Circle’s advisory square. While he was supposed to be balancing books on his head (or whatever squares did in their free time, Atlas wasn’t too sure), he could always be found sticking his angle where it wasn’t wanted.

This time, it must have been a great disturbance for his echo to travel as far as him at this time of night. Not many other guards were on duty at this time, most had signed off for the day to go home to their families. They were replaced with a night shift squadron that was only half their population. Altas was still on duty, however, like he always was. He was used to getting maybe three or four hours of sleep during the day anyways, if he was lucky.

Unfortunately, he knew he was the closest guard around, and so tiredly made his way to the screaming source. He glanced back at the door he really should have been protecting, the entrance to the Chief’s son’s bedroom - the golden heir. Atlas huffed and dragged his eye from the door as he rounded the corner, finding himself now staring at the disgruntled square at the end of the hallway.

Mr. Siglon was tapping his foot impatiently as Atlas crossed the hall at uniform speed, taking joy at the square’s ever growing frustration at his slow pace. When they were finally standing eye to eye, Mr. Siglon took a sigh that sounded like a mixture of exaggerated exasperation and genuine relief.

‘Better late than never, as per usual with you lot’, Mr. Siglon mumbled under his breath. ‘I have a small job for someone of your, er, talents, to take care of’.

He pointed his finger to the door on his left that was ever so slightly ajar. Atlas followed where his finger was pointed, but all he could see was the inky blackness of the unlit room.

‘See in there? I just watched someone run down this hall and hide in there. I’m not sure who it was, but it certainly wasn’t any guard. Far too small. I want you to go and find whoever is in there. Kick. Them. Out. We have no tolerance for trespassers, especially on such sacred grounds such as these’, Mr.Siglon said, directing his voice into the void of a room beside them on that last sentence, in hopes that said trespasser would hear it and do what? Feel guilty?

Atlas simply shrugged, grabbed the lit candle from the sconce on the wall, and went in as the square suddenly closed the door behind him.

‘Good luck!’, came from behind the door, Mr. Siglon’s voice oozing with sarcasm.

Atlas rolled his eye and began to tilt the flame around the room, scanning for the perpetrator. He quickly realised he was in the music room, mostly due to the massive grand piano laying in the centre of the floor. He started to circle the piano as he lit up the walls and surrounding furniture. There was nothing on the left side but some plush pinstripe chairs adorned with dark wooden frames. He moved around to the back of the piano, by the tall arched windows. He tried to look outside to the courtyard, but it was almost as dark out there as the room he was already in. It was only slightly lit by the few occupied rooms contained within the surrounding walls.

He was starting to walk back to the door, thinking Mr. Siglon had just been paranoid so late at night (or he was on his sixteenth cup of coffee of the day), when he heard the soft shuffling of fabric behind him. He swung around, the flame of the candle nearly dying at the velocity of the turn, and stared straight ahead at the curtain beside the rightmost window. He could feel his frame turning whiter than it already was when he bent the candle down to reveal two small feet of someone hiding behind said curtain.

Slowly but surely, Atlas creeped his way towards the curtain, flame shaking slightly in his hand. How he wished he still had his spear on him, but he had left it laying against the wall beside Chief Jr’s door. He closed the distance between the curtain and himself when the floor let off a horrible creaking sound underneath him, causing the half hidden feet under the curtains to stand on their tiptoes.

‘They know I’m in here with them now’, Atlas thought.

He set the candle down on the windowsill, took in a gasp of air and placed his hand gingerly on the ruffles of the curtain. He quickly pulled it back and raised his free hand to strike the perpetrator. He held his fist in the air for some time as he examined the tiny figure in front of him, now hunched down and curled into a small ball beneath him.

‘A child’.

Atlas uncurled his fist and gently bent down beside the small figure, instead offering out his hand slowly. A small eye peeped out from behind the arms shielding it, and a little line looked back. Her pupil blew huge upon seeing his face. She stood up, but was still slightly hunched over. She examined his face a bit more before she gasped and her eye broke into a smile.

‘D-!’, she started, before Atlas panicked and waved his hands around before putting a finger under his eye in a shushing motion.

Her smile instantly dropped, but once he smiled back at her it picked up again. Atlas looked cautiously back at the door, but there was no reaction from Mr. Siglon outside.

‘He mustn’t have heard anything then. Good’.

Atlas picked the little line up under her arms, her white nightdress swaying with the swift movement. The line looked up at him with her big eye, but Atlas was too busy looking around the room to notice her gaze. He stopped and looked back at the window, opening it ever so slightly and placing her outside on the gravel path of the courtyard.

She looked up at him confused and concerned. He furrowed his brow and started to make a sign with his hands. He pinched his fingers to his thumb with one hand and placed it beside his eye. He then moved this hand down to meet his other hand in front of his chest, both now balled into fists, and touched the wrist of his lowered hand with the second hand.

‘Home’.

The little line looked up at him once more, stepping backwards before stopping and looking at him once again. He quickly made another sign to reassure her. He presented the palm of one hand to her with his fingers spread out. He bent his ring finger and middle finger down and kept the rest of his fingers stationary.

‘I love you’.

She glanced at his hand and back to him, running back towards the window. She reached up and he embraced her as best he could from his side of the window. She quickly took off and out of the courtyard, heading straight for the exit with the brick arch. Atlas watched her until she was out of view, then took the candle from the windowsill and headed back to the door.

There was no sign of Mr. Siglon now. He had left him to fend for himself. Which Atlas could, but it would have been nice to have had some sort of backup, in case it really had been a bloodthirsty assassin or something along those lines. Atlas checked up and down the halls before he scoffed and headed back to his post by the bedroom door for the night. He stared at his feet while he walked, pondering what time it was and if he was due to go home soon. He was in for a worrisome couple of hours, thinking about the little line and if she would make it back home alright.

But he knew that she always did.

[saviourkingslut]

okay but curry can we PLEASE talk about how fucking PHENOMENAL like action Mihawk is. Had me on the brink of mental collapse 24/7 bc I kept thinking about his magnificence- he knocked it out of the PARK GODDAMNIT!!! Who's your fave from the live action cast and what are your thoughts?? Personally I think it's very good, I just wish Sanji's arc hadn't been cut (tho Don Krieg sucks as a villain, ngl, kinda happy Mihawk got rid of that bitchboy so easily ☠️☠️☠️), but other than that I'm SO proud of everyone involved, they really put in lov and dedication and respect for the series, I'm looking forward to more!!! How about you??🌸🌼🍀

ok full disclosure lest anyone think i have read the manga or seen the anime: i haven't, it's way long and i've never felt particularly drawn to it. HOWEVER i've seen my fair share of (shounen) anime and when i saw they were doing a live action of one piece i really thought it was going to suck bc the live actions always suck. boy was i wrong. everyone working on this from screenwriters to cinematographers to costume department to the actors themselves clearly love the source material and knew exactly what they were doing, and the vibe is Exactly Right. it's camp and fun and a little stupid like shounen anime tend to be and it fully embraces it and so it feels completely natural. of course the cat-themed pirate crew hiss and wear knife-gloves. of course there's characters with blue and green and whatever colour hair. of course the officers in the marines have personal Themes. we don't need any explanation, the world is just like this. and it's balanced exactly right so the more emotional, serious aspects of the story carry the weight that they need to without feeling out of place.

also, as a someone who hasn't engaged with the manga/anime, i think the series cut away/kept enough of the original material to come out of it feeling well-paced, understandable to newcomers and filled with fun recognisable bits for long-time fans. perhaps this meant, as you say, cutting out some pieces of character development/background that might have been enjoyable, but it's a well-made sacrifice bc it prevented the story from feeling too bloated. i think it was just right like this: gave us background on everyone and simultaneously left room for the story to process, without too many things at once to focus on. you could still sense that it was based on a manga bc of its little arcs - usually two eps with a minor boss to beat each time, and a bigger, badder boss at the end of the season. so i feel like keeping that theme in a narrative sense also really helped to make it reminiscent of the material it draws from and made it well-rounded and well-structured overall.

ANYWAY. mihawk. oh my god. i rewatched his scenes. multiple times. he was gorgeous. effervescent. insert the lady gaga meme. again i haven't engaged with the og material but i know these kinds of manga characters and there's so many ways to do them wrong but steven john ward really said 'i was made for this role actually' and he served absolute cunt. definitely up there among my favourite characters in the show - and that's saying a LOT bc im obsessed with almost everyone in it fr. they made me like the fucking clown (i hate clowns) buggy is genuinely incredible. the main cast? what the hell dude. they just found luffy living irl like... genuinely what the fuck. iñaki was born to play him and he did it so wonderfully - guy who is fatally optimistic but also insane and it works. nami's really cool as well - i've heard/read some stuff abt the writing of women especially in the earlier parts of the manga (woman in shounen main character group syndrome) but i think she was solid here and her interactions with the rest of the cast were great. also usopp! is so cute! so much potential to not have that kind of character work out in a real life adaptation but he's so lovable

and on that note the fucking. interactions amongst the main cast? im sobbing screaming crying they're everything to me. the way they're so supportive and proud and protective of each other and yet they talk shit the whole time too. there's so much chemistry among them and they truly do feel like people from different backgrounds who (sometimes reluctantly) come together and would do anything for each other. like real friends who have fun and make fun of each other too, it's a great dynamic and they really hit the mark there.

as to who's my favourite, well, as i said, mihawk's definitely up there, and im a simple hoe - i love zoro. but i think i enjoyed sanji's scenes the most and not just bc of his ass. heard he's kind of pervy in the og material? well the direction they took him in the live action where they kept the 'imprints on woman' but is overall sweet about it and generally less moody than he is in the anime/manga was a great direction i think. he's supremely enjoyable as a character. the accent? the facial expressions? the smiles? the jokes? im on my bed swooning and giggling and kicking my feet he is so fucking funny and i want him so bad. 'apologies madam i didn't see you there.' 'oooh back for seconds must have liked it' i literally re-watched every scene he was in at least once. his kicks were so nicely choreographed too it was really satisfying to look at, very clean (taz did god's work on his training). sometimes at home ill be doing nothing in particular like ill be standing in the living room and i'll mutter to myself 'cotelette. collier. epaulé. poitrine.' and go on with my day he lives in my brain rent free.

so uhm yea i think the series is really good and 1) sanji 2) mihawk 3) zoro if i had to put them in order i think lmaooo

[ayatai]

Using this as motivation to finish a ficlet from my todo pile!

Pacing

Sighing, Edgar gave up trying to sleep and slipped out of his temporary bedroom. His own room was currently being used by the woman that would, by this time tomorrow, be his wife.

He wandered to the lower floor of the castle, where he could pace around the hallways in a circle. He was almost surprised he hadn’t worn a groove in the stone floor, given how many nights he had spent sorting through his thoughts walking this familiar route.

The routine wasn’t helping tonight, however. Three laps around and he was no closer to settling his uneasiness. His mother desired this wedding, and what Mother wanted, Mother got. That was the way it had always been. And besides, Mother only wanted what was best for him, right? She loved him.

Part of him also wanted this wedding. A big part. What he wanted, more than anything, was a friend. Or at least, someone to pass the days with. This might be his only chance.

And why would she be friends with me? Especially after we gave her no choice?

She would learn to love him. Eventually, she would realize they had made the best choice for her, elevating her status from peasant to princess.

Or at least, that’s what Mother said.

Another lap done.

He had told himself that he couldn’t sleep because of pre-wedding nerves combined with the unfamiliar bed. But he knew the true reason was he couldn’t quite quiet the other, smaller part of him, no matter how much Mother told him to. The part that was screaming wrong, wrong, this is wrong.

How can it ever be a genuine friendship… marriage… if it is born of lies and coercion?

But what did it matter, anyway? Even if he decided he didn’t want to go through with it, it wasn’t like he could simply tell Mother no. He knew his mother. In a few hours, Rosella would be married or she would be dead. Even asking to cancel the wedding might be enough to seal her fate.

Oh, dearest. Is she not good enough for you? I did wonder what you saw in her. Well then, I suppose she’s of no more use to us. Guido!

A guard drooped at his post as it watched him round the corner again. It was getting late; if he remained paralyzed like this, his inaction would be action in itself.

By the time he looped around once more, the guard had nodded off completely, his head hung low on his chest and bobbing rhythmically. Edgar had never understood how they could sleep standing up like that, but it wasn’t uncommon for them to do so.

For the first time, Edgar paused in his pacing, staring at the lax guard. It wasn't uncommon at all.

He had noticed Rosella's fierce spirit even as she tried to hide it from his mother. Had seen her strength and courage as she completed what should have been impossible tasks. She deserved better than a fake marriage.

She deserves someone better than me.

He turned on his heel, hurrying toward the east wing. If he was quick… maybe, just maybe, he could take matters into his own hands for once.

I issue a challenge, King’s Quest people.

Write at least one unpolished micro-fic this week and post it.

Do this thing.

[finelinevogue]

‘as it was’ livestream

little blurb to relish in the fact it’s release day😭

“Hey besties!”

You set your phone up on the tripod, after pressing ‘go live’ on Instagram. You’d done a few lives before, but none quite as exciting as this one.

Today was Harry’s release for the new single ‘As It Was’, and you couldn’t be more excited.

Normally you listen to Harry’s music throughout the whole process, from first melodies and random poems all the way to the final production. However, this time around you wanted to try it different and be completely surprised by what was to come. You wanted to hear and see everything for the first time as if you were a fan.

“Oh, hi Gem! I see you!” You laughed, noticing how Gemma had appeared on your live too.

Even though it was 11:50, you knew that people would want to watch you react. In fact, it would probably feel ad though you were reacting together and that’s something that the fans might enjoy.

“It’s so late isn’t it?” You joked to yourself, “Well past my bedtime.”

Someone made the joke about how it was also past Harry’s bedtime too, which you happened to agree with.

“You joke that it’s past Harry’s bedtime, but he is genuinely asleep right now. He went to bed two hours ago! No doubt when I start screaming though, he will wake up.”

Harry was so nervous for the new release that you believe he made himself slightly sick over the matter. You told him to go to bed and have a good sleep, so he can start the new era tomorrow with fresh eyes.

This era was going to be his biggest yet. You just knew it. ‘Fine Line’ did better than anyone ever thought was possible. He soared to heights that once seemed unachievable. It broke records, which, now, were only going to be broken once more. It was rare to have someone as special as Harry and you couldn’t be more proud of him and this moment you got to share.

He was glad he got to do all this with you.

“Oh guys i’m so nervous!” You admitted, setting up your laptop for Spotify and Youtube.

“I’m going to listen to the song first and then watch the music video.” You replied to someone who asked you which way round you were doing things.

“I heard the new teaser clip, yes. Very 70s disco. I loved it - even if he did look like a meal being defrosted in the microwave.”

The countdown on the Youtube screen started playing, butterflies completely erupting throughout your stomach. You were so excited, yet so nervous. You knew that you would love it, because it came from a man that you so dearly loved. You were only curious to see what the song was about and hear the lyrics so carefully.

The countdown was for one minute now and you weren’t sure what to do with yourself. You stood up and started pacing a little, allowing the floorboards to creak beneath you. You couldn’t stop smiling and the nervous jitters ran throughout your entire body.

At 30 seconds, you went in to complete panic mode. Or fan mode perhaps. You were grinning like a terrifying cheshire cat and sat back down again, nervously bouncing your leg as you waited patiently.

“Why do you look more nervous than me?” Harry’s voice broke the room.

You looked over to where he was walking through the doorframe, sleep in his eyes and his hair so disheveled. He was in his pyjamas, slippers scoffing against the floor as he moved towards the sofa. He flopped on the sofa across from you with a loud sigh, making it aware to the thousands of people watching your livestream that the man of the hour was here.

Your viewers started to sky-rocket and you laughed at what an influence he had.

“Morning, sunshine!” You laughed at how fresh he looked.

3, 2, 1.

“Oh god! Okay song first.” You paused the Youtube video and clicked Spotify to allow the song to load and play.

You pressed play and immediately you started tearing up. Always, you were so emotional but hearing the start of one era and it signifying the close of another was so special to here.

You looked to Harry, who was sat leaning back against the sofa with his hands behind his head. He was smirking as he watched you start to overreact with excitement over his new music. Of course, he didn’t expect anything less than an overjoyed reaction but it was still fun for him to watch - which is why he pulled himself out of bed, no matter how tired he was, to see this moment.

As it started playing, you locked eyes with your boyfriend, smiling as a tune so happy and fun started playing. You smiled so widely that it made Harry smile right back at you.

You both stayed silent for the duration of the song. You bounced your leg along to the beat as you enjoyed every line and every word. Your favourite lyrics included that of; ‘harry you’re no good alone’ and having his goddaughter feature at the beginning was just the sweetest.

As it came to an end you had almost completely forgotten that you were on a livestream, because as much as you wanted to get out of your seat and kiss the fuck put of Harry you restrained yourself and sat still. You let the tears run freely as you let the moment sink in.

It was so perfect.

You were completely enthralled. This new era was something that people were not prepared for, and something other artists such watch out for. Harry was unknowingly here to take over the music industry and reinvent it into something brilliant. Masterful.

“Are you crying because you love or hate it?” Harry chuckled to himself, still sat the same.

You just shook your head, not trusting yourself to let out a single sound at present. You turned towards the live and everyone was freaking out.

singlestyles: did i just die and go to heaven? cause im okay with that

iloveh4rry: just when i thought he couldn’t top sott or lights up

harriesinjail: i will live the rest of my life to this song

harrysh0use: did he really just admit that he’s terrible at being alone, because i am free 24/7 for him

iminharryshouse: AHAHAHAH wha-🥲✌️

The last one made you smile, because you too could relate to what they were saying entirely.

Wiping your eyes, you sniffled and allowed yourself to engage with the livestream audience once more.

“How are we doing?” You sniffled again, “Fuck,” You whispered under your breathe. You spent some time running through the comments and laughing along to the best ones, all there whilst Harry was still sat in the dark over whether you lived or hated it.

From the corner of your eye you watch Harry stand and make his way over to you. You watched him from the corner of your eye, not wanting to make it obvious to the viewers what he was doing in case he wanted to remain inconspicuous. However, when he came and sat beside you, that effort faded fast.

He wrapped his arms around you instantly and allowed you to tuck your head against his chest, letting a few sudden sobs erupt from yourself. He smelt so good and it felt even better to be encased in the arms of a man that has changed your life once again with a few melodies and lyrics.

“You guys didn’t think it was that bad, did you?” Harry joked to the livestream, pretending you were crying because you hated it.

“You know it wasn’t bad, y’knob.” You playfully hit him, sitting up and wiping your eyes as best you could. “God this is so embarrassing.”

“Yeah, it kinda is.” Harry agreed, laughing to himself as he watched you gain composure.

“Go away. You’re putting me off.” You complained, pushing him and yet to no avail he moved nowhere.

The comments on the live were going too fast to read now. The viewers were ridiculously high and even you began wondering whether this was breaking some Guinness world record. Some people were saying hello to Harry whilst others were wishing they could be you so bad.

“Rude.” He joked, leaning back against the sofa and watching you.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what? I’m just sitting here.”

“Exactly. You’re too… you, to get away with just sitting there. Bugger off.”

“Love you too, bubs.” He rolled his eyes, before pulling out his phone to otherwise occupy himself. There was no way that he was leaving you here and now, especially with tears in your eyes.

He needed comfort in these new and weird times, and you were the perfect person to completely settle all his nerves. He loved you so much - that was evident enough in between the lyrics of the song.

“Okay besties, I think I might have to watch the music video alone because I am so embarrassed with myself right now. However, tweet me or DM me with your thoughts and everything, so we can discuss together.” You spoke to your phone, Harry just casually featuring in the background. “Sound good? Anything to add H?”

Harry leaned forwards and towards the camera. “I love you all so, so much. Your support is always extraordinary and I can’t thank you enough for every moment of every thing you do for me. You’re all amazing and enjoy this new era.” He said cheerfully, before you kissed the camera and ended the live.

You took a deep breathe, saving the live and uploading it to your Instagram before collapsing back on the sofa. Harry chuckled, before laying down next to you.

“I’m so proud of you, lovie.” You whispered to Harry, feeling so small in his large universe in that moment.

“Yeah?”

“Of course, yes.” You swallowed back more tears. “It was cute how you kept Ruby’s voicemail and used it in the song.”

“You remember the night she sent me that message? I was so upset with myself.”

“You were, yeah, but you made up for it. You’re a good person Harry and a good role model. That’s why you should be proud of yourself.”

You felt Harry’s hand reach for yours as you laid beside each other, intertwining your fingers until you were hand in hand. His mere touch was enough to form tears in your eyes again, reminding you of how real this all was and just how much you loved him. He really was something extraordinary.

Turning your head, you watched your beloved boyfriend remain staring at the ceiling. He was most likely trying to come to terms with how crazy this was and the journey that was about to unfold. Everything was planned so carefully and Harry was determined that it all happened the way his envisioned it.

You squeezed his hand gently, making his head turn towards you and catch gaze with his eyes. They were sparkling and excited, just as yours no doubt mirrored.

“You look so happy.” You told him, smiling as his little dimple made show.

“Never been happier.” He admitted.

“Well that’s just down to you being an incredibly talented songwriter and your fans being the most supportive people.”

It was true. The fans were the most dedicated people in his life. Heck, not even you were as intelligent as some of the detectives that lived within the harrie community. You loved to see the theories and the fan projects, because it allowed you to understand a little bit more of just how much Harry was loved.

“Maybe.” He furrowed his eyebrows, still looking at you with those dreamy eyes you fell in love. “But just maybe, i’m happy because you… because i have you in my life.”

“Stop being nice! I can’t deal with the compliments.”

“Well you better get used to them darling, because I will be telling everyone I owe my success to you. You got me through the past few years and you are the reason I am not alone. I will never be able to thank you enough.”

“You don’t have to.” You quietly told him.

“But I will, because I love you and you’ve made me a better person.”

You turned away from him again, staring at the ceiling before the waterworks came again. You weren’t even aware that there was this many tears inside of, yet you couldn’t stop them from coming.

[jungk0oksthighs]

Over The Odds | The Argument 

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 1.4k

Drabble 10 - (As requested by multiple readers hehe) The last time you saw Jungkook

warnings: angsty, swearing, mentions of sex

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

Three Weeks Ago 

Jungkook stands in front of you in the open space of his dark lounge, you’re sitting on the sofa cross-legged and teary eyed as you both watch the news in horror. Toying with the hem of your white t shirt you can’t stop the cries from cascading down your cheek, the tape has been leaked to the public.

“Taehyung will fix this, he’ll get it deleted,” Jungkook nods as he reassures himself, eyes glued to the television, news reporters going into vivid details about your final night in Bora Bora - including an audio clip of the conversation that followed some of the most intimate moments of your life, “He’s the best attorney money can buy, I’m not just saying it because he’s my friend he’s going to fix this—”

“How could you do this to me?” You whisper, gaze finally meeting his.

“You think I did this?” He’s hugely offended, his hooded eyes animatedly large and round, contrasting to his sharp set jaw, “You actually think I did this?” His voice is raised.

Standing from the sofa you frown, “Did you send the video to one of your friends? Is that it? Is that how this has happened?” You want to believe he’s not capable of something like this but all the evidence is against him – he filmed the video, on his camera, he was the only one with a copy. “Was it just something to send to your group chats? Is that what it was to you?”

“That video was for me and you, nobody else—”

“Then how has this happened?! Explain to me why it’s all over the internet!” Your heart hammers inside your chest as you scream, thrashing your arms about as adrenaline courses your veins.

At this Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to calm himself down, “I-, I don’t know.” He exhales, ridding himself of his grey hoodie before he throws it on the sofa, leaving him stood wearing a plain black t shirt.

“Bullshit.” You spit, “You’re the only one who had the video, you expect me to believe you didn’t have something to do this?”

“Why would I do something like this? Hm? Financial gain? Last time I checked I don’t need the money. So what other reason would I have to do this?”

“You tell me.” You scoff, shrugging as you wipe away your tears.

The realisation that you genuinely believe he’s the one to blame suddenly dawns on him, he’s shocked and insulted to say the least, “Y/N I didn’t fucking do this, why would I want anybody to see that video? I’m on it too.”

“Right,” You laugh, though there’s no humour in your tone, “Because this is going to end so badly for you. The only thing that’s going to happen to you is now everybody knows that you’ve got a big cock, guys are going to high-five you and congratulate—”

“Stop it.” Jungkook bites, “I didn’t leak the video.”

“You know what will happen to me?” You’re furious as you continue ranting, wiping your cheeks with shaky hands, “I’ll be known as the slut that billionaire playboy Jungkook fucked. I’m just another name in your little black book! The sugar baby that he spanked in a beach hut—”

“I said stop it!” His voice is louder, “You’re my girlfriend, I’m not going to let that happen.”

“It’s already happened!” You shriek, “I wasn’t your girlfriend in Bora Bora, the media already know what our situation was back then it’s all anybody’s been talking about for the past two days. It’s all over the fucking news Jungkook! The news!”

“You don’t think I know that?!” He growls, “You think this is easy for me? Knowing that people have watched that video?” He’s pacing the room now, fingers pushing his hair back in a hurry.

“Oh I’m so sorry that you’re having a hard time, it must be so difficult knowing that the whole world knows you’re good in bed!” You know you’re being irrational with him, you know it’s hard for him to digest the events of the past three days but you can’t bring yourself to look past the fact he’s the one who’s done this.

“Y/N.” He laughs unamused, shaking his head in disbelief, “Nobody feels worse about this than me.”

“What about me?” You’re quiet, “Do my feelings mean nothing to you?”

“Of course not! That’s not what I meant—”

“Then what did you mean Jungkook? You think that you’re worse off than me in this situation? Knowing that men have watched that thing and… I feel violated. I feel sick. I haven’t slept because I know that it’s spreading like wild fire, I can’t even get into my apartment building without the paparazzi asking me for more adult content.” You’re sobbing now, your breath shaky and shallow.

“You think I don’t feel violated?!” His voice is hoarse as he yells, staring down at you with a face of thunder, “Somebody has leaked a video of me having sex with my girlfriend, not some random girl I don’t care about - my girlfriend. I feel disgusted that people are watching that thing and ogling you without your consent. My fucking parents are devastated, I’m devastated, why don’t you understand that this is hard for me too?!”

“You really expect me to believe that you’re not responsible—”

“You know what? Yeah. I do expect my girlfriend to believe me when I say that I didn’t do this, and the fact you don’t says a lot about what you think of me.”

“Why else would you want to film us in the first place?” You can barely make out his face through your tears, he’s standing two feet away with an expression that can only be described as hurt. “Did you plan for this to happen?”

“Don’t,” He warns, refusing your questions, “In hind sight, it was a fucking stupid idea. If I could go back and change it trust me I would.” There’s a moment of tense silence before he opens his mouth to speak again, “Y/N this wasn’t me, I didn’t do this, I could never do something so… disgusting and inappropriate to you.”

“Disgusting and inappropriate…” You repeat, swallowing the lump in the back of your throat, “You mean like when you wanted to pay me for sex thirty minutes after meeting me?”

At this Jungkook stills entirely, it’s his turn to cry now – he stands in front of you with watery eyes, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as though that will catch his emotions before they escape, “That’s enough.” 

There’s an uncomfortable silence, you’re rightfully upset and angry but even you know that was too far. You try to steady your breathing, toying with the idea of apologising before his words interrupt your thoughts.

“You really think I did it don’t you? That I leaked the video?”

No words are exchanged, instead you nod slowly and look away from his desperate profile, settling your gaze back to the television which is still reporting the story about you both. For obvious reasons the video can’t be aired on TV, so the news stations have settled for a screenshot of you laying beside each other in bed, his arm draped over your waist as he was about to confess his feelings for you, dazed and fucked-out beneath the sheets.

“But what I don’t understand is why…” Your voice is merely a whisper, “Why you would string me along for so long, just to publicly humiliate me break my heart.”

“If you genuinely believe I’m capable of this, you really don’t know anything about me.”

“No,” You grab your bag from the sofa and throw it over your shoulder, looking him dead in the eye for what you assume will be the last time, “I guess I don’t.”

“Y/N wait.”

You don’t look back.

Jungkook watches you leave his apartment with an aching heart, no sooner than you’re hidden behind the golden doors of the elevator he breaks down, sinking to the ground in floods of salty tears. Unbeknownst to him you too are bawling your eyes out as you exit the building, hiding your face from the dozen camera men that wait for you outside.

It’s over.

x

[offbrandhange]

Wedding Day ! | 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

Fluff & NSFW headcanons on your wedding day/night with some of the AOT boys!

! Slight NSFW !

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of sex, pregnancy. Fem ! reader.

Majority of this is fluff, but there are mentions of !BEEP! sooo yeah.

Characters: Armin, Eren, Erwin, Jean, Levi

a/n: I have to take my SAT tomorrow, please wish your girl good luck for those sweet, sweet good grades....

𝕬𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖓 𝕬𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖙 ~

Helps you plan the wedding and possibly loves it even more than you do. He’s a sucker for quality time. 

Armin would prefer a small or medium-sized wedding. If you want a large wedding though, there’s no way he’s holding you back from having it. 

100% a beach wedding. No doubt.

The venue is BEAUTIFUL. Spent countless nights researching and visiting places to make sure you got the best.

Eren is chosen as the best man, although Armin feels guilty for having to pick only one out of all his friends.

On the day of the wedding, Armin is a panicking mess. Eren and Jean literally have to give him a pep talk before he goes to stand at the alter.

Practiced deep breathing techniques before the wedding. Unfortunately, they aren’t working.

When you finally walk down the isle, Armin starts crying softly. Eren put his hand on his shoulder to comfort him......which just made him sob harder. He cried multiple times during the wedding.

Your wedding rings are the set his grandfather and grandmother shared :’)

Specifically told the bartender not to serve Connie and Sasha more than 3 drinks. He doesn’t trust them making their own alcohol-related decisions at his wedding.

Armin isn’t a dancer but....he practiced how to slow dance just for you.

Shy at first when it comes to the more fast-paced dancing, but Jean coaxes him into it, and he ends up having a lot of fun.

The speeches are so nice!!! But mostly because Armin asked Mikasa to read them over before hand to make sure they were okay.

After the wedding ends and everyone has left, you and Armin sit and watch the waves at night.

NSFW below !

The beach was reserved...meaning it is now completely deserted. I am now politely reminding you, Armin is not a saint. Honeymoon sex on the beach, anybody?

The sex is slow and sweet; he takes his time with you and kisses you all over. It’s 100% the definition of, “making love.”

If you’re down for a kid right now, Armin’s down for a kid right now. He WILL try for a baby with you if it’s what you want.

After you made a mess of yourselves in the sand...Armin would probably let you sleep for a little bit as he watched the waves. He doesn’t want it to end yet.

When he’s finally content, he would carry you back to the hotel, trying not to wake you.

Super considerate dusting the sand off you, and then tucking you in bed. He’s totally cuddling you to sleep, too.

𝕰𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝕵𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖗 ~

Pretty much gives you full control of the wedding planning; he only has a few requests.

Eren would be the type of dude to invite friends, friends of friends, and friends of friends of friends. Your wedding is gonna be packed.

Has no idea what kind of wedding he prefers.

Please, god, don’t let him pick the venue. He will go to the first one, look around, and go, “Yeah, this is pretty nice.” That’s how you’ll end up getting married at an AirBNB with a nice backyard hidden behind the local Walmart.

Doesn’t know if he should make Armin or Zeke the best man, so he flips a coin to decide. It landed on Armin, and from that day on, Zeke was super salty.

Tries to convince you to try on the wedding dress/suit the day before. He can’t sleep that night because he’s so keyed up thinking about how pretty you’ll look.

On the day of the wedding, he’s super fucking ecstatic and practically bouncing all over the place.

Eren would get kind of impatient when waiting at the isle, to the point it would annoy the groomsmen. Jean came so close to saying something but was thankfully stopped by Armin.

When you finally walk down the isle, he’s BEAMING. He tears up a little bit out of happiness, but nothing too extreme.

Armin had to help him pick out the wedding rings otherwise you would’ve ended up with one of those plastic spider rings you win at Chuck e. Cheese’s.

Eren gets so fucking drunk you’re worried you might have to carry him back to the room by the end of the night.

Jean literally nit-picks everything Eren does the whole night....which almost ends up resulting in a drunken bar fight...at your wedding. It ends up fine, though, because Levi and Mikasa step in as bodyguards.

You SWEAR Mikasa is giving you dirty looks. Likewise, Eren SWEARS he’s getting dirty looks from Levi.

He does alright slow-dancing, but is so tipsy and distracted by how attractive you are to him, he’s kinda just....trying his best.

Absolutely OBLITERATES the dance floor when the fast-paced songs come on...

WILD assortment of speeches. Mikasa is crying, Armin’s reading a poem, Floch’s trying to get you to join his cult, Zeke is crying......and Eren is sitting there like, “Is this almost over.” You’d think it was America’s got talent, or something.

When the wedding ends, he 100% drags you to your favorite fast-food restaurant. Still in your wedding attire. Seriously, this dude is crazy, but he’s fun.

NSFW below !

When you get back to the hotel, he lets you eat your food--and then he fucks the shit out of you.

Way, way, way more rough than usual; super passionate sex. Multiple rounds, too. You don’t even KNOW how he has this much stamina by the end of the night.

Not even TRYING to get you pregnant, but his dumbass probably accidentally would.

Good luck trying to walk tomorrow!!!

When he’s finally tired, he is GONE. Like, you could scream bloody-murder and he still wouldn’t wake up.

𝕰𝖗𝖜𝖎𝖓 𝕾𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖍 ~

You can TRY and take that wedding planner from Erwin--the only way he’d give it to you is if you pried it from his cold, dead hand(s).

Tells people he’s married MONTHS before the wedding.

Everyone.....and I mean EVERYONE.....knows you’re getting married. he will walk up to strangers and brag about you.

Erwin invites everyone he sees. Elderly woman crossing the street? Invited. Barista at the coffee shop? Invited. Guy on the bus who offered him a seat? Invited.

All those people attend the wedding, too. Why? Everyone knows and loves Erwin. So when your wedding is literally PACKED with people you have never seen before--you’re only slightly surprised.

You know those reality shows where they have HUGE, expensive weddings? Your wedding would put theirs to shame. Erwin goes ALL OUT.

The venue? A literal castle. How did he manage to book and afford a castle? Don’t question it.

Your wedding dress doesn’t have a budget. Seriously, your wedding is crazy expensive--and straight out of a fairy tale.

You’re pretty sure Levi made himself the best man--and Erwin was fine with it.

Is super excited on the day of the wedding. He knows it’s going to be perfect; he got his eyebrows done just for the occasion.

When you walk down that isle his smile is SO BRIGHT. he is SHINING.

Yeah, those wedding rings? Imported from Italy, plastered with giant, real, diamonds. You will never be able to say Erwin doesn’t spoil you.

Pretty chill wedding, nothing’s too rowdy and everyone’s still having a good time.

Whispers sweet nothings and tells you how happy he is the whole night. He can’t go five minutes without saying, “I love you.”

Just TRY to get him to stop holding your hand; he won’t.

Erwin is so good at slow-dancing??? And he’s so careful with you, too. 100% the one in the lead, but he’s spinning and dipping you so sweetly. Not to mention the way he’s looking at you...

He’s a serious guy a lot of the time, but I honest to god believe in the sweetest way possible, you would genuinely have a really fun time fast-pace dancing with him. You would both be laughing at each other’s moves.

Majority of the speeches are super nice. Hange tried to get Levi to say something, brought him up to the stage and....he starred at the crowd for a couple awkward seconds, then walked off. He conveyed his message through his eyes, I guess?

The wedding is so long you weren’t sure it was ever going to end...

Hotel? Nah he booked that castle, that’s where you’re spending the night...

NSFW below !

You’re fucking in the king bed tonight baby, literally.

Pays attention to your needs/wants the WHOLE NIGHT. Seriously, he’s a soft dom, and makes sure you’re more than satisfied.

Tons of body worship?? He’s so sweet and careful with you.

Erwin secretly really, really wants to give you his babies and start a family with you on the honeymoon. If you’re willing, he will make sure he gets you pregnant; you’re getting no sleep.

After you’re done, he will run you two a bath and clean you off. He adds in a little bonus massage, too.

When you get in bed, he pets your head, cuddling you until you fall asleep. You could’ve sworn you saw him smiling before you drifted off to sleep.

𝕵𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝕶𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖈𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖓 ~

Jean would definitely help you plan the wedding--he values romance a lot, so having the perfect wedding for him and you, is important. He also doesn’t want to put all the weight on you.

Brags to his friends that he’s getting married--they all get tired of hearing about it.

Normal sized wedding--not too many, but not small, either. Lots of family and friends.

The venue is at a barn. Yes, he picked a barn. it’s a nice venue, too; the only problem is that he’s not going to be able to escape those horse jokes.

Marco is chosen as the best man--and when Connie hears about it, he sulks for a few days. He gets over it eventually, though.

He’s kind of nervous the day of--but Marco reassures him and teaches his some deep-breathing techniques.

Keeps his cool until he goes to stand at the alter--and then he’s in full-blown panic mode. “What if I can’t make her happy?” “What if she runs away with Eren?” meanwhile, Eren is standing right there with the other groomsmen, like “wtf?”

When you walk down the isle--he’s super overwhelmed. He feels a huge sense of relief you didn’t ditch him and run away, but also metaphorically hit by a semi-truck of emotions since he realized he’s ACTUALLY getting married. There’s a little bit of happy crying.

His mom picked out your wedding rings; you only find out when she brags about it--and Jean yells at her for telling you.

His wedding gift to you is a giant portrait he drew of you--and on the back, there’s a message in French. He won’t tell you what it says, but you’re pretty sure it’s an oath to love and protect you ‘till the day he dies.

He does pretty well slow-dancing. His mom also mentions he begged her to practice with him so he didn’t mess up.

He’s a little worried about making himself look like a fool dancing in front of you--but for you, he does it anyways; You both laugh your asses off and have a lot of fun.

The speeches make Jean look like he wants to drop dead from embarrassment. He’s not sure what’s worse--Connie and Sasha doing karaoke, Eren making horse jokes, or his mom telling all of his embarrassing baby stories.

After everyone leaves, Jean takes you to look at the animals before you leave, too.

NSFW below !

 As for honeymoon sex; you better not make a horse joke, otherwise you’re getting laid in that fucking barn. Maybe. He threatens that, but you know he wouldn’t want to have sex there on your wedding night. He’s 100% down for another time, though.

A mix of rough and sweet at the same time--he does the right things at the right times.

Is a lot more passionate and soft than usual--very careful with your body, and makes sure to really take everything in; He wants to remember the night for as long as he lives.

Immaculate aftercare; and on top of that, he lets you fall asleep in his arms, occasionally kissing your forehead.

Bonus: he sings you to sleep.

𝕷𝖊𝖛𝖎 𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓 ~

Lets you plan the wedding, but looks it over and makes sure there’s nothing too crazy happening. He, somehow, is worried you’re going to plan a circus or something else ridiculous to show up.

No one knows you’re getting married until the envelopes are mailed to family and friends. In fact, some people didn’t even know you were together.

Pretty small wedding, it’s mostly people who are very close to you two. It has a very homey-feel.

The venue HAS to be indoors. Levi thinks an outdoor wedding is unsanitary--so you end up getting married in a banquet hall.

Erwin is 1000% the best man. You don’t even have to ask, you already know it’s going to be Erwin.

Is literally shaking and sweating his ass off he’s so nervous the day of the wedding--if anyone asks, though, he swears he is fine. Has no idea it’s completely obvious he’s on the verge of absolutely freaking out.

Erwin and Hange try to get him to relax--but he continues to deny that he is in fact, NOT calm.

When you walk down the isle and he makes eye contact with you--his brain short-circuits. His mind literally stops working and is constantly repeating, “p...p...pre....pretty..” the whole damn time.

Mentally saves the image of you in your dress/suit to use as his motivation to always come home to you.

Tries to remain expressionless, but is literally tomato-red and on the verge of crying; he never thought he’d be able to find happiness--it feels like everything is finally going to be okay. Erwin is smiling like a proud dad, and Hange is trying to suppress their amazement that the dude’s showing emotion.

Your wedding rings are fairly plain--but on the inside of the bands, both of your names are etched.

He won’t read the vows out loud, he simply hands you a letter and tells you to read it another time.

When the time comes to kiss--Levi literally hides behind you and shyly pulls you in. The view the audience gets is your back--and they aren’t sure whether to clap or not.

Your wedding gift to him was a giant assortment of different teas--and he genuinely seemed really excited to try them. He didn’t realize it, but when he mentioned tasting them, he said, “with you” at the end.

Has no idea how to slow dance. Erwin tried to help him, but it didn’t do much, so you teach him on the spot. Your first dance, he concentrates really hard on not messing up, eyebrows furrowed and all.

Doesn’t know how to dance fast-pace either, in fact, he’s pretty confused. You have to grab the man and force him out of his comfort zone, spinning him and all. Hange and the Survey Corp members are laughing their ass off at his bewildered face.

The speeches went pretty well--except for when Hange didn’t stop talking; Levi threatened to force them off the stage, and you don’t think he was joking.

The wedding was fairly short--but only because Levi rushed everyone home; he just wanted to drag you off and keep you to himself for the rest of the day.

After the wedding, he takes you to a spot nearby to watch the sunset. He has a soft smile, and you can tell he’s genuinely happy.

You take HIM back to the hotel--he would’ve been fine staying there just a little longer, in the peace of it all.

NSFW below !

You’re literally taking his virginity. He saved himself for marriage; he wanted to make sure he gave himself to the right person.

Very nervous--and kind of insecure, too. He isn’t sure what you’ll think of him, and he’s worried about you seeing his scars. He STILL isn’t completely convinced you really want him.

Lots of body worship and reassuring him; he melts at your touch.

Once he gets comfortable and into it, he repeats “I love you” a lot.

He doesn’t last very long...but keeps going until you get off, too. He’s still a little confused by everything, so you have to teach him.

He’s half asleep after cumming--but still insists the two of you need to get in the shower.

Was too tired to stand, so you took a bath together instead. He falls asleep, leaning on you, when you massage his head.

You end up being unable to wake him up--the man is dead tired from not only sleep deprivation, the long day, but also his first time.

You can’t get him out of the bathtub, either--he’s too bulky to lift. You expected him to be much lighter due to his height, but his muscle makes him a lot more heavy.

Hange and Erwin have to be called to haul his ass--naked--out of the tub and into the bed. Hange is of no help since they’re laughing so hard--and Erwin is helping, but trying so hard not to break face and laugh too.

After they leave, you cover him up and cuddle into his frame; you could swear you heard a quiet, “thank you.”

[introloves]

I feel like bokuto would be the type of husband to genuinely, and l mean GENUINELY, not understand why you would masturbate. he would catch you and give you the saddest puppy dog eyes like “am I not giving you enough orgasms babe? if you want more I can give you more” and proceed to tie you to the bed, overstim you and say how pretty you are and that is is what good husbands do for their wives

— husband! bokuto + full nelson + possessive! bo + manhandling + praise + wife! reader + f! reader

‘it’s okay’, he thinks when he sees you- ass up on the bed, fingers stuffed into your cunt, wet to the wrist with remnants of orgasms or arousal-he doesn’t know which, doesn’t care frankly, weakly pumping three fingers in and out, hand squished between your own thighs.

it’s okay because the way the diamonds on your ring finger shines, polished by all the wetness reminds him that you’re his- maybe he’s been neglecting you, maybe you’re tired of him, maybe you knew he’d been coming home early- maybe you were just insatiable.

but all bad thoughts are pushed aside when he hears you squeak out his name pitifully, nearly on the verge of tears, and then he thinks he knows why your hand is drenched-

“it’s okay.” he whispers when he stands at the edge of the bed, seeing you jump and try to scramble, going limp when you realize it’s him- shoulders being pushed up and off the bed, tugged towards him.

“needed me?” bokuto questions, husky and deep.

“yes.” your response is immediate and whiny, shivering with the failed attempts to cum- you try and tell him, but his arms wrap under your arms, snaking up until his hands are placed snugly onto your head, fingers interlocking- shoving your head down, arms dangling as he shoves his cock in, no resistance to your already stretched hole- something you had done for him already.

“‘taro!” you squeal with the pace he sets from the get go, not bothering to warm you up to it. he pulls you down, forcing you to spread your legs open, and you do so graciously, submissive to anything he wants,

and he wants you to feel his heavy balls slap your clit while he pounds into his cunt.

“try to touch yourself now.” he hisses right into your ear, grunting against the squelching of your pussy taking him in.

you squeal, of course you do, can’t do nothing else when you can barely even see, the bounce of your body as he rails you makes the room look blurry, even more so when tears form against your eyelashes as your orgasm comes too early.

he knows it’s coming too, watching your pretty hands, soft from not doing a lick of hard work ever (thanks to him), flail around, balling up into fists in desperation, streams of your arousal dripping onto the bed and his balls while he continues his pace.

bokuto nearly never breaks a sweat when he fucks you, but today there’s a line of sweat beading his hairline.

“cum for me pretty girl, cum cause i know you can’t without me.” he groans, chest puffing out in pride when you do just that, screaming his name while you try and curl in on yourself.

his hold doesn’t let you, feeling you fight it- cooing the whole time, telling you it’s okay, he’s got you.

your cum drips down his cock, creaming the thatch of hair curling ‘round the base and he smiles.

“good girl.”

your koutarou gives you a small mercy, stilling his still hard cock while you squirm, seeing stars at finally feeling the release you couldn’t bring yourself, heaving while you tried to regain some sanity.

“thank you.” you mumble, tongue heavy with the way he just fucked you-

“you’re welcome pretty girl- but...” he shifts, releasing your arms, letting your head come up, kissing your nape with a tender kiss.

“it’s my turn- you can thank me by being good and letting me fuck what belongs to me... yeah?” his voice is sweet and kind- excited, fervor laced in every word.

he coos while guiding you back down, hand splayed onto your back, pinning you down once more.

“gunna let your husband ruin this cunt, aren’t you?”

you nod, biting back a scream when he slips out and slams back in, knocking the wind out of you, the hand on your back pressing down more cause you start to wiggle. the silver band on his finger gleams in the soft lighting of your room, squeezing around the veins trailing down his digits.

each pass of his dick inside your spasming walls means something, he wants to drill it into your head that no one would make you feel as good as he does,

not even you.

he knows you get it, knows you understand when you’re four orgasms in, his hand pressed onto your head- shoving it into the puddle of drool you’ve left, and he’s finally cum, grunting with every spurt of hot cum filling you up.

you say it willingly, say it with a warbled voice, spent and raspy from your screams-

“this pussy is all yours.”

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[sableseb]

Dirty Disco

Harry Styles x f!reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: smut, rough & quick, choking, grinding, slight name calling, use of drugs, slight peer pressure

tags: @meetmeatyourworst​ @greeneyedblondie44​

a/n: This is a request that wanted a story based off the photo below! To the person who wanted this, I hope you love it as much as I loved writing it.x

The club is in full swing. Hot, sweaty bodies pressed against one another, music vibrating the dance floor, and couples occupying each darkened corner. You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than right here. You craved a night out. And what better place to go than one of the most elite nightclubs in New York? 

You squeeze your way into the mass of people to join in on the sleazy dance floor behavior. You let the music take over your movements. Hips winding against a man’s, chest pressed against a woman’s and completely lost in the feeling of the erotic nature of being between two people in such a compromising way.

Suddenly, you couldn’t feel anyone against you. Until, two hands pull you in close from behind to rub himself to the beat against you. You had it in mind to turn around and tell this asshole he couldn’t just touch you as he pleased and maybe even smack him for good measure. But, all those thoughts left as soon as they entered when you meet a pair of eyes that are the prettiest shade of green you’ve seen, complemented by the mop of brown hair.

You find yourself wanting to be smacked by him. He chuckles at the way your mouth is slightly agape, obviously expecting to see an ugly weirdo with grimy hands. Instead, you got the most handsome weirdo with grimy hands. And that made all the difference. You get your mind straight and turn back around letting him guide you against him.

You grind against one another to the music shaking the walls. The smooth material of his pants feels good against your heated skin. He’s taking his time with you, moving your ass against his hard on he got when he first laid his eyes on you in that mini skirt and shirt that’s barely keeping your chest concealed. 

Grasping the hem of your skirt, you lift it up a bit and bend over to give him a glance of your perfectly plump ass straining against the black mesh. You gasp as his hands move from your hips to palm the firm flesh. You wanted to feel those rings everywhere. The cool metal excites you even more.

After letting him have his fun for a moment, you straighten back up to lace your fingers through his thick hair and pull him against your neck, backside still moving along with his front. You feel the hot puffs of air he’s emitting and it sends shivers down your spine, straight to your aching heat. His hands wander up your torso to rub and grab at your chest causing you to arch forward in his grasp.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing here?” 

His voice catches you off guard for a moment. His accent is thick, annunciations as slow as honey dripping from the comb. 

“Looking for an escape is all.” you reply next to his mouth, trying to catch a taste of him.

He spins you forward and leans in close to your ear, lips grazing the shell of yours as he says, “I can help with that if you're interested.”

If he didn’t catch your attention before, he surely has it now. He’s tall and lean, clad in a tight vest that showcases his firm chest with a cross resting upon it. Tattoos splattered all along his tan skin. This man is trouble. Lucky for you, trouble is exactly what you’re looking for.

“How can you help?” you question with a glint in your eyes.

He smirks and takes your hand to lead you away from the dance floor. The music is but a low vibration in the back room you find yourself in with a man who’s name you don’t know. You don’t want to know it, you’re not here for formalities and neither is he.

It’s dark with hues of red from the low lighting. The leather couch looks expensive...and so does the glass table with bags of illegal substances littered across it. Now you’re nervous. You’ve never done any sort of drug. But, the man pulling you along and whispering lowly in your ear, “It’ll be fun. I got you.” is very persuasive. Especially, when he looks so appealing. 

He places you next to him on the couch, the leather sticking uncomfortably to your heated thighs. You watch as those long fingers reach for a bag with little white squares in them. He digs one out and places it upon his tongue, he leans in to you, waiting for you to get the hint and take the tab from his mouth.

You’re hesitant, but that mouth is calling to you. You tangle your tongue with his, slowly kissing him in the process. He grabs the back of your head, deepening the kiss. His taste is addicting. Alcohol mixed with something sweet, you almost forgot you took the acid...almost. You pull away with worry etched in your features.

He takes notice and chuckles. “Such a good girl for me, you know that?” He takes another tab for himself and downs it. It’s always exciting to share this experience with another. It’s really exciting though, when his companion is a figure from a wet dream.

You can feel your body loosen and mind clear, your present and not all there at the same time. The man to your left closes in on you. His smell hits you harder than before, dark and musky with a hint of something floral. You pull him against you, leaning back so he can cage your body with his.

He looks at you thoroughly this time. The way your eyes have already dilated, the way your chest is begging to be released from that ridiculously tight shirt, and especially the way you lick your lips, almost like you’re tempting him to ruin you. And you were doing just that, tempting.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, genuinely curious. He would hate to have to rush you to the hospital.

You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him flush against you. He lets out a groan from the abrupt contact of your center against his front. Pulling his head down to meet yours, you whisper against his lips, “I’d feel better if you were inside me.”

He’s caught off guard for a moment, not expecting you to be that brazen. Drugs can work wonders on a person’s mind. Who is he to deny your request? He couldn’t even if he tried, not when you have him pressed so firmly against you and you start rocking against him.

The moan he lets past his lips is a sound that makes you wetter. The need for this stranger is so great that you don’t even care about the foreplay. You need him inside you now. He picks up on your urgency and makes quick work of his tailored pants. He releases himself from the confines of his underwear as you kick yours off your heeled feet.

He pushes the tight fabric of your skirt up past your hips. His eyes feast on how wet you are for him. Your arousal is already pooling against the leather of the couch. 

“Please.” you beg. “Just fuck me.” 

He pushes his dick against you, using your wetness to cover his shaft for an easy in. The sensation of him finally pushing in has you seeing colors. You aren’t sure if it’s the drugs or how good he fills you up. But whatever it is, you want more.

Seeing you whimper and writhe underneath him unlocks the primal urge to have you brain dead for his cock. He picks up his pace, your chest bouncing with each snap of his hips. He can’t stand not seeing your bare flesh moving freely, so he rips your shirt down the middle. 

You gasp at his roughness. Before you could let out a whiny, “Hey,” he latches onto your breast. Licking and biting while his hand preoccupies the other. Grabbing and pinching till you didn’t know what to focus on, him pounding into you with no abandon or the way his wet, hot mouth and calloused hands are working wonders on your sensitive nipples.

“So responsive.” he groans between the valley of your breasts. “What? Nobody ever fuck you this good?”

The blood rushes to your face. His words egging on your inevitable climax. You’re speechless as he keeps hitting that spot inside you that has your abdomen flexing and toes curling. The only sounds coming from you are the high pitched moans he’s pulling from you.

He doesn’t like how loud you’ve gotten. His hand flies up to your throat. The rings feel nice against your heated pulse. Until he starts squeezing. Your eyes go wide and your sounds seize, but your cunt latches down on him harder than before.

“My pretty girl likes being choked? That’s right. Take it you fucking slut.” he says through clenched teeth. 

And take it you do. His pelvis keeps kissing your bundle of nerves as you buck up towards him. His other hand that’s not restricting your breathing finds your clit, giving you even more pleasure than before. The warm feeling creeping up your neck, the way your ears ring, you know you’re cumming as your legs tremble around the man between them.

He let’s go of your throat in time for you to let a scream of pleasure escape. Your orgasm triggers his own and he’s fucking you deep into the couch to get as close as possible to you. He has to prop himself up on his hands so he doesn’t crush you as his high washes over him.

You both lay in silence for a few moments, just enjoying the euphoria from the sex and drugs. He pulls out of you and helps you into your panties. As you stand, you can feel his spent pool in the fabric. Making you horny all over again. 

“Round two at my place?” the words leave your mouth before you even process them. You just want this man in every position possible. A grin makes its way upon his features. He places his hand in yours to help you through the club and out into the cool night air.

[dreamescapeswriting]

On The Run ~ MYG [Request]

WORD COUNT: 4.8k

PAIRING: Bodyguard!Yoongi x Reader

GENRE: Bodyguard!Au, fluffy, enemies to lovers, Yoongi has a soft spot for reader, Reader has a soft spot for Yoongi, 

WARNINGS: Mentions of dead bodies, blood, mafia, underworld dealings,

A/N: Yes I am simping over Tatsu from the anime “The way of The house husband” so I used his name 😭😭 I feel like this is a little fast-paced so I’m sorry x I hope you like it though my love

Running away. That was your life now. There was no staying in one place, no settling down in some small village. Just running. Don't let people know who you are and never let anyone know your name. All of the joys of being on the run. But this was better than the life you had. At least this was a life. This was better than the way you were living before and you were never going to look back on it. 

"Hey! Come back here!" A voice shrieked as you sprinted in the direction of the motel you were staying in. Panicked that they were going to catch up to you as you carried the backpack full of food with you. Run. Don't look back. Don't speak. Don't stop. Don't ever second guess a thing. Only move at night. Don't go out in the day. Just Run.

Tatsu Susaki one of the most feared men in the whole of South Korea. Everyone knew his name and face, even if they barely turned on the news or read a newspaper they knew him. Tatsu had moved from Japan to take over the South Korean underground, bored of whatever life he had back in Japan. 

The man everyone called the immortal dragon, everyone feared him even if he was just walking down the street. People would stop what they were doing to pay their respects to him with money or gifts. The scariest man in the country and the one you were in a relationship with. Though it didn't feel like a relationship to you. 

To you, it felt as though you were trapped with him rather than his girlfriend. Held hostage in his huge mansion of a home because you had fallen for a stupid pickup line not too long ago. If you had known it would have lead to this kind of life you never would have taken him up on his offer of a date.

"Where are you going?" A voice called out as you attempted to walk out of the back door. Sighing to yourself you had almost forgotten that Yoongi was in the house. Yoongi was your personal torture device. 

In other words, he was your bodyguard. 

The one you were adamant that you didn't need but Tatsu insisted upon giving to you. On the rare occasion that you were allowed out of the house, Yoongi would go with you. Everywhere. Shopping with friends, Yoongi would be there. Going to dinner with family, Yoongi would be there. Not that you were ever out with friends and family anymore.

It was as though Yoonig was attached to you at the hip. 

"To the back garden, are we going to have a problem with that?" You asked snarkily as you turned to look at him. Neither of you got along with one another. Yoongi didn't want to be there any more than you did.

He'd joined Tatsu's family with the intention of getting into the business. Not being someone's personal babysitter.

It was a Sunday which meant Tatsu was out of the house doing lord knows what and you could do whatever you wanted...Within reason. 

The man ordered you around like you were his daughter rather than his girlfriend. You didn't have a life outside of Tatsu's world anymore. He'd cut you off from everyone you had loved.

Friends no longer wanted to be around someone who would associate themselves with someone from the underworld. Your family were cut off from you because they disapproved or disrespected Tatsu in some kind of way. It was cut off or be killed and you made the decision to keep your family alive and well.

"You know you have to tell me everywhere you go," Yoongi told you as he watched you standing by the door. Hand clutching onto the handle as if it was your life support.

"Even when I have to go the bathroom? Or what about when I have to leave the house because my boyfriend is cheating on me?" 

Yoongi looked at you sadly. It was no secret that Tatsu would cheat on you almost all of the time, he could do whatever he wanted meanwhile you were barely allowed to speak to anyone outside of his social circle. If you went out to parties together you were to sit there and look pretty. 

His exact orders. He would give you an expensive dress and accessories before making you sit on a chair all night without speaking to another soul. 

"You have to tell me everything and where you at all times." Yoongi stepped into the kitchen to be near you in case you made a sprint for the exit. Not that there was a way out of the back garden. If you had somehow managed to jump the 10-foot brick wall there were dogs around the property. 

"Oh, so I'm like your little puppy. You get to take me on walks and feed me." You faked a giant smile on your face but Yoongi wasn't impressed.

"Y/n there's no need for this, we've been through this a million times before." It felt like billions to you. All you wanted to do was get out of this relationship but Tatsu had made it clear there was only one way out and that was in a wooden box in the ground. 

"I'll keep going through it until you leave me alone." You grumbled, hand dropping from the handle once you realised he was going to follow you out there. All you wanted to do was go gardening for a little while. 

"I can't. I'm paid to look after you." Rolling your eyes you stared at him,

"I'll pay you more"

"We both know you can't." He counted but you just opened the door not stepping out as you turned to Yoongi.

"I'm going to the garden." You grumbled as you walked out of the back door and down towards the greenhouse. Yoongi's eyes widened once he realised you were going toward the greenhouse. The one place he had been ordered to keep you out of. 

"Y/n! wait! The boss said not-" He couldn't finish his sentence as you pushed the door to the greenhouse open. Letting out a scream of terror as you saw the blood pooling on the ground coming from a body. 

"Is he fucking joking?!" You screamed instantly turning to hide your face in Yoongi's chest as he pulled you out of the greenhouse. His arms wrapping around you as he tried to comfort you, broken sobs leaving your mouth.

Fear crippling as you pictured the dead body lying there on the floor. The greenhouse was your one safe space, the one place you could go without it being ruined by Tatsu's world but that was now gone.  

"I was under strict rules not to let you in there." Images of the body flashed into your head over and over again as you pushed Yoongi away from you

"I want to go out." You snapped, needing to do something to get the image of the swollen body from your mind. There was nothing that would ever make you forget the stench of decay or the colour that splattered the floor. 

"You're not allowed today," Yoongi spoke as he began following you back into the house.

"Why?" It was a dumb question to which you already knew the answer.

"Because-"

"He said so." You mumbled in unison as you looked to Yoongi a part of you hoped that one-day Yoongi would feel so bad for you he'd let you go.

The only reason you hadn't run away was that Tatsu threatened everyone you loved and told you that he could find you no matter where you were. 

"He has left orders for you though,"

"Of course he has," You uttered as you walked towards the grand staircase in the foyer. 

"He has left a dress in the guest room, someone will be round to do your hair and makeup," Yoongi told you as you continued to walk up the stairs in silence. 

"I'm going to take a bath." You told him as you reached the top of the stairs, turning to face him as he looked up at you. 

"Shall I let you know when the stylists have arrived?" You hummed before walking towards your room. It wasn't as though you shared a bedroom with Tatsu, you were just there to look good for him. The two of you hardly spoke a word to one another since the first date. Unless it was him telling you off or speaking about you right in front of you.

Another night another boring party. Sitting in the booth watching as your "boyfriend" dance with other girls, kissed them and bought them drinks. The way in you had been photographed together, his hand practically cutting off your circulation when you had tried to avoid being seen by the cameras. 

"Y/n," You glanced at Yoongi who sat down in front of you. Raising an eyebrow at him you wondered why he had come over to you.

"We could play a game?"

"A game?" You questioned a little apprehensive that he was suddenly trying to be nice to you right now. 

"Sure, to stop you from being so bored." He seemed to be genuinely trying to make this a better experience for you but it wasn't going to work. 

"What do you propose we do?" You looked at him before looking around the room. It wasn't as if you were allowed to get up and dance. What did he expect you to do? Sit and count how many people your boyfriend made out with. 

"Eyespy."

"Eyespy what am I, 10?" You questioned him.

"Just, come on." You rolled your eyes before looking around you to see what Yoongi was going to pick for his first go.

"Eyespy something beginning with S." Eyes darted around the room until you saw the giant ice sculpture in the centre of the room. 

"Snake." You mumbled as you answered Yoongi, he nodded and waiting for you to go next. Moving to sit beside Yoongi you smiled, nudging into him a little. 

"Eye spy with my little eye, something beginning with C.," You said to him as you looked at Tatsu. 

It continued on until you found yourself actually having fun with Yoongi. Forgetting for a moment that you were being forced to be at the party. 

Giggling a little when you told Yoongi you had found something he was sure you'd never find you looked at him instead of where Tatsu was around the room. 

"What are you doing?" Yoongi stood up straight and stared ahead at the crowd as Tatsu spoke with you. 

"I was just having fun." You whispered as you looked at him. Swallowing the lump in your throat as you saw his eye twitch, something he did when he was mad. 

"You're not here to have fun. You're here to sit there and look good!" He snapped making you flinch as you looked up at him, you never wanted to get on the wrong side of something with Tatsu so you nodded.

"I want you to sit here, alone." He left taking Yoongi with him as he ordered him to stand with the other guards on the other side of the room. 

Hours passed by and Tatsu was still speaking with different girls on the dance floor. Letting their bodies brush against his own while you watched from the distance. 

Yoongi had been moved to the other side of the room to stop you from talking to him. His eyes still trained to you as you watched Tatsu cheat on you for the ninth time that week. It was like he wanted you to watch as he cheated on you. Yet another powerplay of his. 

Was it even a relationship when he was forcing you to be there? You were a captive. 

Tatsu's eyes shut as he began to kiss down the woman's neck. It was your chance to break away without him noticing at first glance. Too busy with another woman's lips on his. You knew the bathroom had a window large enough to crawl through and you had a way out of the parking lot of the hotel you were in. 

Standing up from the booth you began to make your way through the crowd of people. Pushing yourself past people who were grinding against one another drunkenly. Yoongi frowned when the crowds parted and he could no longer see you sitting where he had left you. 

Glancing over your shoulder you made sure Tatsu was still busy before you crashed into the bathroom there was no lock so you had to make quick work of everything. 

Kicking off the heels you were wearing before opening the window, glancing out at it. The bathroom was one floor up from the small alleyway below you. The height wasn't enough to hurt yourself and the window opened just enough for you to get through so you began pushing yourself through the gap. 

Whimpering when you hit the pavement one floor below you. Digging through the front of your dress to grab the keys you had swiped from Yoongi. 

Yoongi panicked as he saw you weren't in the room anymore, his eyes darted towards the exit. There was no way you had gone out of there since there were three guards there the whole time. 

"What's going on?" Someone asked into the speaker in his ear. 

"Yoongi left his post." Another said. 

"Accompanying Y/n to the bathroom." He hissed as he walked towards the bathroom door, knocking on it and waiting for you to shout at him for following you but you didn't. There was no sound from inside of the room. That made him freak even more. Normally you would scream some kind of verbal abuse at him for following you to the bathroom.

"Y/n?" He called out moving into the room only to find your shoes on the ground. Bending down he picked them up and looked at the window.

"Shit." He walked back out calmly making sure no one was watching him as he headed for the exit. You probably went for air. You had to have gone for air. if you were gone he'd bed dead.

Roaring to life the motorbike engine you smiled as you finally saw your way out. Yoongi's motorcycle. You mentally thanked him for playing eye spy with you earlier in the night. It was the only way you could have ever gotten the keys to his bike. 

"Y/n." Your head span to look at Yoongi who was staring at you from the alleyway.  

"Don't," He warned as you put your leg over the seat and began to rev the engine. There was no going back. You were going. No one was going to stop you. 

Taking in a deep breath you began to ride down the road, Yoongi racing after you as he watched you closely, weaving in and out of cars that were in your way. You weren't speeding just going a little over the limit when you saw a car that belonged to one of Tatsu's men coming your way.

"Fuck!" You screamed halting to a stop and racing to get down one of the small alleys without being seen but a man crossed the road making you scream. Your hand pressed frantically on the break causing you and the bike to skid into the alleyway.

Yoongi raced to you, praying that neither the driver nor passenger in Tatsu's car had seen that it was you on the bike. Did he think you weren't going to get seen? You were wearing a designer lace dress wearing one of the most expensive necklaces in the entire world. 

"Y/n." He hissed pulling you to hide in the alley as he looked at you. Your leg had a cut on your calf but it didn't look as though it was going to cause you any kind of distress. 

"Leave me alone." You begged him as you began to cry heavily, the thought of going back to Tatsu killing you inside. There wasn't anything that could make you go back into that building. You were through being the girl who was there to make him look good. 

"Leave me alone, I need to get away." You begged with him to leave you, hitting his chest as he continued holding you tightly in his arms.

"Tell him I escaped. Tell him I died. Let me go." You pleaded with him. Each plea breaking Yoongi more and more as he listened to the desperation in your voice. 

"Y/n I can't." He told you as he rocked you a little in his arms, doing his best to ignore the aching inside of him to take you away from everything. 

"Give me some time to get away." Turning to look up at him he stared at you as he saw the pain in your eyes. That was the sign he needed to get you out of there. 

"Go home. Pack light." He whispered as he stood you up, looking at your leg as he checked it out. Nothing bad that warranted a trip to a doctor. Nothing that can't be fixed by him when he gets you somewhere safe.

"What?" You sniffled as you looked at him, wondering what he was talking about. 

"For once Y/n, please just do as you're told." You nodded at him as he pressed the earpiece on his ear.

"I'm taking Y/n home, she's sick." He spoke out to the other guards, you knew that Tatsu would either stay in the hotel with the girl he was with or find somewhere so you didn't have to worry about that. Yoongi looked at you before walking with you towards his bike. Standing it up once again, giving you a helmet from the seat hatch. 

"Put this on and hold onto my waist." He whispered to you as he sat on the seat.

"Where are we going?" You panicked as you watched Yoongi shoving your clothes into a backpack that you had given to him. He'd changed into black jeans and a hoodie from his room in the house. Throwing some of his own clothes in the bag with yours. 

"Change." He ordered as he looked at you, you were still standing there in the dress. Reaching to you he unclasped the necklace and laid it out onto the dressing table. Maybe if Tatsu saw that you had nothing of his he would let you get off easy. At least that was what Yoongi was hoping would happen. 

"Bring something he wouldn't expect you to wear." He ordered again as you grabbed some ripped blue jeans, a black top with a blue jean jacket. Taking the clothes from your hands he pushed them into the bag.

"Change into something he would expect. Hurry." You could hear the panic in his voice as you rushed to the bathroom changing just as quickly as he had told you to. 

Yoongi had all of the cash he had available to him. Around ₩1250000 he'd saved up and stashed in his room away from Tatsu.

"What are you going to do?" You questioned as he began pulling you down the stairs. This was the most panicked you'd ever seen Yoongi become and you had no question to rationalise what was happening and what he had planned for you both. 

Yoongi said nothing as he began pulling you out of the front door and looking around. Guards were changing at the shifts. It gave you ten minutes to get out without being seen. 

"Get on. Hold on." He ordered as he revved the engine of his bike. You sat behind him, hands clutching around his waist as he began to ride down the road. Helmets masking who you were for a little while but he knew it wasn't going to be enough. Yoongi was already one step ahead of everything that was going in his mind. He had a plan, he had no idea if it was going to work but he was going to try.

Just as you got outside of Seoul he stopped in a random parking bay on an empty road.  

"What are we doing?!" You panicked looking at him as he began handing you clothes. The clothes he'd told you to bring that Tatsu wouldn't expect you to wear.

"Change. It's the middle of the night, no one is going to see." He mumbled as he bent down beside his boke and began to take off the plate. 

"That illegal." You sniffled not realising that you were crying until you let out a small cry. Yoongi stared at you,

"Do you want to get away or not!?" He snapped harshly at you, not wanting to be rude but needing to get on the move as quickly as you both could. You nodded changing as he switched the plates around. 

The two of you needed to get out of Seoul as quickly as humanly possible, it was only going to get you some time to be away from Tatsu. Before he and his men noticed you weren't at home.

"Yoongi?" You whispered as you watched him standing back up, he'd changed into a leather jacket and some jeans. Both of you in new clothes and new plates on the bike and yet he still hadn't told you what the plan was. 

"We're heading back into the town. We need to get seen by cameras, this way it'll look like we went towards Busan on my bike but this is a new bike, new plates. He won't think to check it yet." He explained as he got onto the bike, your arms wrapped around his waist. You were trusting someone you previously hated and gave shit to. 

"Where are we really going?" You asked him before he started the engine. It wasn't as if you could talk while it was running.

"Damyang."

"Whats in Damyang?" You questioned.

"My parents. I can get us more money, I can get supplies and from there we're on the run." Everything felt as though it was moving at 100mph.

"We?" 

"You think he won't kill me for letting you go. Yes, we." He looked at you over his shoulder to see if that was okay and you nodded.

"We." You agreed as he started the engine. Driving out back into town as you kept your head resting on his back. Praying that this was going to work somehow. That Tatsu was going to leave you alone or at least have no idea where you were.

The middle of nowhere was where you had landed together the next day. Broad daylight and Yoongi decided to stop in some dingy motel. 

"We can stay here for now." He explained as he came out of a small office holding a key to a room. 

"Motel room for the night," You laughed as you looked at it. There had to be some kind of trap to this,

"Do you think I'm stupid?! You're going to tell him where to find us." You screamed out in a panic but he yanked you into the room and shook his head. Covering your mouth with his hand so that you didn't draw unwanted attention to one another. Daylight was going to be the worst time for you both. It was easy for you to be spotted, at least if you slept through the days and moved only at night it would be easier.

"No. The bike is hidden. We have to draw the curtains." He mumbled as he began shutting everything up. Blocking the door with one of the chairs that were in the room, adding a table so that you would hear if someone tried the door handle. 

The two of you alone in a room with one bed, it was like something out o a cheesy romance novel.

"How long we will be like this?" You questioned as you sank down onto the floor at the foot of the bed.

"Forever probably...You know what he's like." He whispered as he sat down on the floor at the end of the bed with you. You looked at him. For the first time since the night before you realised how badly this was all going to affect his life and not just yours anymore.

"I'm sorry. I-I never should have made you do this-"

"Made me? Y/n I did this because I could see how much pain you were in. How badly you needed out of there...It wasn't right for him to do this." You looked at him sitting closer to him as you nodded. Seeing him in a whole new light because he showed you a simple act of kindness. 

"I promise he'll never hurt you or come near you...We can run forever." You smiled weakly before leaning forward and kissing him softly. 

"Thank you." You breathed out, leaning your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes and for the first time in ever sleeping peacefully through the day. 

Yoongi came around with the bike and looked at you as you stood out in the middle of the pathway. Middle of the night and you were just standing there, taking in the air and the scenery around you. 

"What are you doing?" He questioned watching you standing there. Arms spread as you took in deep breaths as if it was the last time you were ever going to do this but it was the opposite reason. It was the first time you were allowed to be out in the open like this. No guards, no rules, no restrictions. 

"We're free...I-I don't have to be ordered around." You whispered as you looked at him, he was smiling the most you'd ever seen him smile ever. It was one of the cutest smiles you'd ever seen, such a cute gummy bear smile. 

"I can be me...I don't have to listen to someone telling me to sit and be quiet." You breathed out tears rushing down your cheeks as you realised just how free you were now. Yoongi wiped your face with his thumb and smiled, kissing your lips softly. You smiled against his lips as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck until he pulled back from you.

"Get on." He whispered as he got onto the bike first and steadied himself.

He drove off. Your arms in the air as you let the wind rush over you both enjoying the newfound freedom that you had. 

"Drive," You laughed to Yoongi as you climbed into the backseat of the truck that Yoongi was waiting inside of. A year on the run and you were still going. Motel rooms in the day, driving in the night. With the two of you awake in the night, it was as though you were the only ones in the world. Just the two of you against the world.

"Did you get seen?" He asked a little panicked when he saw a man rushing after the car. You climbed through to the front seat and shook your head.

"No, he was asking for my number so I bolted," Yoongi smirked as he ran his hand up your thigh giving it a small squeeze.

"That's my girl." He chuckled as he began heading towards the motorway, the next stop on your list was Geoje. You were going to keep driving until you found a motel or until daytime came around. Whichever came by first.

"I told you to pay for the gas and get out," Yoongi laughed as you looked out behind you. The man was waving you back as you shook your head at Yoongi. 

"Not my fault I'm irresistible." You joked as he quickly turned to you, kissing you softly before he looked back at the road. 

"That you are." He breathed out as he continued driving. The bike had been traded for the old beat-up truck Yoongi had gotten from an elderly man in Daegu when you were there. Another way to lose any traces of you if Tatsu had any of them. The truth was neither of you knew if anyone was watching you or following you but it was fun being on the run. Just the two of you in the whole world. Moving at night so it felt like you were alone and had the world to yourselves. Your days in the motel rooms were spent playing board games, card games, watching tv or just spending one on one time with one another. The two of you had developed a growing relationship with one another. There was no one else you wanted other than Yoongi. 

"Hey," You whispered as you pulled up to a red light. He glanced at you and you took his chin into your finger and thumb. Kissing him sweetly before pulling away when the light was green. 

"Drive," You giggled looking out of the window at everything that was passing you. Everything looked so much prettier at night. You didn't know or want to know what life had in store for you, all you cared about was having Yoongi with you throughout it all. The two of you against the world. 

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[ashintheairlikesnow]

Hello i would kill for some awkward Connor attempting to comfort Chris during training please and thank you

Follow-up to this piece from yesterday

CW: Pet whump, implied whump of a minor, bruising, some dehumanizing language, BBU, facility whump, creepy comfort, The Moral Standards of Monsters, some implied conditioning due to ableism (blink-and-you’ll-miss-it)

“Hey, Manning.”

Connor looks up from his lunch - he’s at his desk in his training room, a sandwich, bag of chips, and bottle of his iced coffee set out in front of him while he finishes up paperwork from the last trainee’s fitness reports - and sighs. Fucking Luke goddamn Petrus. “Yeah?”

For a second, his stomach flips. Linda swore up and down that the complaint would be anonymous, and Connor isn’t the only person in the hallway who has brought up the screaming being… irritating… but still.

Luke is Director Renford’s favorite in a big way, her loyal henchman, and he can make a handler’s life a living hell if he wants to.

Luke leans against the open doorway, giving him a bright smile. Above the expression, though, Luke’s blue eyes stay cold as ice. Like the Director, Connor thinks sometimes. Two fucking peas in a pod, and Connor’s always a little bit on the outside.

Lately, though, he’s been feeling kind of grateful he’s on the outskirts. The Director’s approval is something everyone works for, but having her focus on you too long and too thoroughly sounds as terrifying as her anger.

“I just got called up to a meeting with Renford.”

Renford. Like they’re buddies. Like he’s equals with her. Connor keeps his mouth shut, but he wonders how the Director would react if she knew he calls her Renford when she’s not right in front of him. “Good for you. I don’t see why that should affect my lunch break.”

“The meeting could last a few hours. I know you’ve got the afternoon off from trainee work. Would you mind keeping an eye on one of mine? He’s just out of a week in solitary, so he’s needy as fuck.”

Connor perks up a little at that. Needy trainee and unscheduled afternoon sounds like just the pick-me-up he needs today. “He need any training work?”

“Nah. Do whatever you want with him.” Luke gives Connor a wink. “He’s got some top notch fucking flexibility. Just saying. You can twist him into pretzels. Tell him he’s being good and he’ll do it all himself. Kid’s eager as fuck now that we’re past the halfway point.”

Kid?

Connor swears internally but keeps his expression carefully the same. “What do you mean, kid, Luke? Wait a sec-”

“I’ll bring him in, hold on!” Luke’s already gone from the doorway.

Connor has a sinking feeling of realization that Luke didn’t just randomly decide to leave a trainee with him. He must’ve figured out who put the fucking complaint in. And he knows that Connor hates the screaming, if he knows that.

Which means…

Luke reappears, and sure enough, the little redheaded trainee who is the cause of all the wailing and sobbing is right beside him.

No weights hanging from his hands this time, but there are deep red marks around his wrists and bruises at his upper arms just below his sleeves that suggest he’s done plenty of training work this morning, whatever Luke says.

Jesus, this kid is eerily beautiful. Pale skin, flushed in the aftermath of tears, with a smattering of freckles all over like constellations of stars. His hair’s that rare shining strawberry blond, with eyebrows pale enough to make him seem faintly inhuman. Connor wonders exactly which piece of shit with a thing for teenagers put the order in.

He wants to make sure he doesn’t vote for the guy.

Not that Connor Manning votes.

But maybe he’ll start, and then start purposefully voting for someone else. That's probably way more effort than he'll ever put in to anything that isn't work or Socks, but it feels kind of nice to think about it.

The trainee keeps his eyes carefully down on the floor. Connor notes he’s not even wearing the shock collar any longer - just your average band of black leather, buckled at the side, no padlock. Not only not being shocked, or not needing it, but already far enough along not to try and remove his own collar.

“Luke. I’ve told you how I feel about the underagers-”

“Yeah, and I’ve told you that you can judge me when you're an angel, numbnuts. You’re not better than me. You just have different victims.”

“Oh, the Director would have a shit-fit hearing you call the trainees victims.”

“Yeah, well, maybe I’m the only one who really grasps exactly what it is we do here, Manning. I just also happen to enjoy it. Do what you love and you'll never work a day in your life, right?"

“Go fuck yourself, Petrus. I enjoy my job just fine.” Why is he defensive about this? Connor doesn’t quite understand the surge of irritation within him. Why does he give a fuck what Luke goddamn Petrus has to say about anything, anyway?

“Yeah, for now you do. We’ll see how it goes. I’ve been at this gig for a long time, I see the ones who flame out, and you’re one of them. Anyway, I’ve got to go meet with Renford, I’ll be back by three. If you get tired of him, just put him on the mat and I’ll pick him up when I’m done.”

“Yeah, okay.” Connor frowns, pushing himself to his feet. “I do like my job, Petrus.”

“For now. Bet I’ll be the only person here totally unsurprised when you quit one day.”

“I’m not going to quit.”

“I’ll bet you a thousand damn dollars you do, and I’ll raise the bet to fifteen hundred that it’s over your fucking conscience making a reappearance.”

“Don’t have one."

Luke just sighs, and gives Connor a patronizing little smirk before he turns and leaves. The trainee looks over his shoulder to watch Luke go, pleading with his eyes but not saying a word. The door shuts, and Connor and the trainee are alone.

Connor clears his throat, picking up the sandwich but finding he doesn’t really want it any longer. “What’s your number, trainee?”

The boy’s eyes snap back to him, briefly, before they drop to the floor. Connor notes with vague professional detachment that they’re red-rimmed. He’s been crying again, but then, when isn’t this fucking trainee crying?

When he’s screaming instead, Connor’s thoughts answer him.

God, he wishes these trainees didn’t get to him so much. He can’t talk to anyone about it, either, word will get out Connor Manning has regrets. Questioning the company is a good way to find yourself on the wrong end of a shock collar.

“223499, sir,” The boy says. His voice is low and soft, and each number and word is deliberately placed, as if he’s carefully pacing himself as he speaks. “Designation… Romantic-”

“Yeah, I knew that already. That’s all Luke does.” Connor leans his chin on his hand, looking the kid over. There’s solid muscle in that kid, he thinks, legacy of whatever life he lived before. It’s wasting away under the carefully calibrated malnourishment they’re all subjected to, but the memory of strength is in there, still. An easy, unconscious grace that didn’t have to be taught. “You’ve already done training work today?”

Those green eyes flash up at him again, nervous. Frightened. The boy shifts from foot to foot, then goes still. His fingers twitch before he pauses that, too. Connor watches it all with a kind of slightly repulsed interest. “Yes, sir. But… Handler Petrus said that… that if you want, you can-... can test me-”

“I don’t want,” Connor says heavily, cutting him off with a gesture. The boy’s mouth snaps shut instantly. “Not in the mood.”

There’s an expression of genuine confusion - when is a handler not in the mood? - that flits across the boy’s face. It’s a look of such comedic bafflement that Connor ends up laughing, shaking his head. He doesn’t even put his sexy, dark laugh on, but just snort-laughs naturally, before he walks over to the kid, watching him pull into himself, shoulders hunched.

“Relax, kid. I’m not going to hurt you.”

The kid’s nose wrinkles. It’s adorable. “But… all you do… is hurt us.”

Luke’s fucking technique, Connor thinks. Luke’s trainees don’t forget anything he’s taught them, to be sure, but they never quite learn how to act like they’re in love with it, either. Connor can turn out a trainee who genuinely thinks he’s in love. Luke turns out trainees who hate everything they can’t stop themselves from doing.

Some perspectives are into that, he supposes. Connor thinks he’d rather have the act.

“Yeah, well, I’m not going to do that today. Come on,” Connor says, and his voice gentles a little. “I’ve got plenty to keep myself busy with. Why don’t you lay down on the mat and get some sleep while I work?” He puts a hand on the boy’s shoulder, feeling him trembling slightly through the thin cloth of his white trainee t-shirt. The boy moves when he’s nudged, carefully stepping across the room, tense as a wire about to snap.

“Are you-... are you going to, to, to, to, um-” The boy flinches back from an expected punishment when he stammers. "Silence is, is better than stammering, try again, silence is better than-... try again." The kid mutters to himself, takes a deep breath, tries again. "Are you... going to... give me a pill?"

Connor pulls his hand back, frowning. Now it’s his turn to look confused.

What the fuck is even going on with this kid?

“Nah. I don't even keep them in my training room. No worries, kid.” He pitches his voice low, soothing, reassuring. “The only thing I intend to do is finish up some papers, go take a smoke break outside, and then come back and get set up for my next rounds at seven before I head out. This is a real break. Okay? I’m not even interested in whatever it is Handler Petrus is doing with you. I just want to do my job.”

The kid looks at him. He’s almost always seen him drugged out of his gourd, barely able to focus on anything not right in front of his face. Right now, though, there’s a sense that the boy is considering his words, actually able to think about them. “Yes, sir. I can-... I, I can lay down?” 

 “Yeah, go for it.” Connor waves his hand again, moving back to his desk.

“Thank you, sir.” The kid’s gratitude is pathetic. Connor has to give Luke that, he does know how to make a trainee say thank you for just about anything. Connor’s method takes more work to get to that than Luke’s.

But Connor doesn’t have to drug his trainees to do it. And he doesn’t work with kids.

Shit. Maybe I am going to wind up with a conscience. Handlers get fired over that.

Or worse.

After a pause, watching him go, the kid kneels down, then lays down on his stomach, making as much contact with the heated mat as he can. There’s a soft exhale, something almost like contentment. Connor watches those tensed, probably painful muscles slowly relax. His bare feet start to rub against each other, back and forth, back and forth.

There’s a blanket nearby, and the boy hesitantly grabs at it, pulls it over himself. Breathes out, eyes fluttering shut as warmth surrounds him utterly for what’s probably the first time in a while. Or at least warmth that doesn’t come with certain conditions.

Connor’s eyes trace the line of the boy’s jaw - there’s a bruise there, too, like a thumb pressed too hard into delicate skin. Coppery eyelashes lay flat, long enough to just brush his cheek. His hair falls over his forehead and eyes.

It’s like looking at a fucking painting.

“Jesus, you’re pretty as hell, aren’t you?”

The boy’s eyebrows furrow, briefly, but he doesn’t open his eyes or pull back from the mat. He curls up tighter under the blanket, disappearing up to his chin.

Connor turns back to his work, filling out a questionnaire. He’s still working at it when he hears, just barely, the boy’s soft reply to his question.

“I, I, I wish I wasn’t.”

-

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[xoxo-teddybear]

He’s Lost - Bakugou Katsuki - Part 4

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, daddy kink, m!receiving, alcohol mentions, Cursing, fluff

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Summary: After 2 months of hard work and bonding, Bakugou was finally able to get his teddy bear back and he’s never been happier

A/N: Since there was no more room for me to write in part 3, here’s part 4, which is more of just a continuation of part 3 so but it’s still a closing chapter. You know? Yea, you know. Anyways, enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

When he finally reached you, he took notice of your eyes shut in relaxation. He used his fingers to tilt your head upwards to meet his eyes as you slowly open yours with a smirk. He leaned in and asked you,

“You know what comes next, right Teddy Bear?

“Maybe I do. Maybe I’m waiting for Blasty to do something first.” You said as you smiled and your seductive gaze traveled from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes. Bakugou took that as an invitation and dove right in.

As soon as his lips met yours, he felt a spark reignite in him, and he was sure you felt it too. The love you both had for one another was being delivered through this simple connection, and you both enjoyed every second of it. The way his warm lips pressed against yours made butterflies appear in your stomach. Soon his hand reached around, squeezing your ass, earning a gasp from you. He quickly took the opportunity to slide his tongue in and explore every crevasse.

The way his tongue glided across yours was as addictive as any drug. It was definitely something you could get used to. As the kiss grew stronger, and your breaths got heavier, both your hands began to roam each other. His hands grabbed and groped your body in every way possible. Fondling your breast so gently, and squeezing on your round peach. He let his hand go down to your thighs but not before letting his palm “accidentally” glide over your aching cunt. With that, you released a high pitch moan and your hands journied from his hair to his neck, all the way to his abs until a thought came into mind. As you smiled into the kiss, you dragged your hands past his abs down to his friend. You slowly took his large length into your hands and tightened your hold on it, releasing a moan from Katsuki.

As you began to jerk him off, his head fell onto your shoulders and he back you up into a corner while still holding onto you.

“What’s wrong...Suki?” You deviously smiled.

“Mm...F-Fuck.” Katsuki’s breath’s grew more ragged and he sounded so desperate for release. You could tell he was too. He was thrusting his hips forward and back, basically fucking your hand. He was so close to cumming until you pulled away.

“What the fuck, princess?!” He exclaimed.

“Awww, is daddy mad he didn’t get to cum?” You teased.

“Daddy’s a little more than mad princess,” he said as his eyes grew dark. With that look on his face, you just knew you had to push it even further.

“Then do something about it...Bakugou.” You purred.

Ohhh..you were fucked. Simple as that. You have all these choices ranging from Blasty to Suki to even Daddy, and you chose that name. Big mistake.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to you damn brat?” He growled in your face.

“I know exactly who I’m talking to Bakugou.” Ohh, you said it again. May the gods have mercy on Y/N’s poor soul.

Before you knew it Bakugou was seated on the ledge and your face was being pulled up to his. His hand wrapped around your cheeks and held onto your jaw to pull you up so he could whisper in your ear.

“You got the wrong name on your tongue, princess. But don’t worry. Daddy’s gonna make sure you know exactly who you’re dealing with.” He said as he used his other hand to smack your ass. Hard. And you enjoyed the pain and even moaned for more.

“Awww, you want me to smack your ass some more?” Bakugou chuckled at you. “Brats don’t get rewarded, they get punished.” He pulled at your hair and tugged it back so he could get a clear view of your neck. He kissed at it and sucked your skin till a small purple hickey appeared. He gave the marking a quick kiss before saying,

“If you want your reward, you’ll call me daddy and suck my dick real good like a good little girl.” He softly said. This got you riled up and he could tell. “You seem excited. You wanna taste my cock?”

“Yes Daddy~” You desperately and said with a whine to your voice.

“Then do it. Suck my dick real nice for me princess and I promise you’ll get your reward.” He said as he kissed your forehead.

You bent down to take his member into your hands and Bakugou watched every second of this. He watched as you gave his red angry tip a kiss before licking at the precum that covered it. Your little kitten licks were only teasing him though, he needed the real deal.

When you opened your mouth and sucked at his tip, he sucked at his teeth and released a sigh. As you swirled your tongue around the top, you swallowed more of him. You pressed down until your nose his pelvis. You moaned around his cock and Bakugou gasped.

“Ah! Oh god..” he breathed out.

Your hand came up to grab his balls and play with them in your hand. You began to bob your head up and down in a consistent motion giving Bakugou chills that ran up his spine.

“S-hit princess..yess..” you felt his hand grab onto your hair and pull you back before pushing you back down. He was controlling the pace now and god was it fast. As you chocked on his dick, this only made his lust grow. You could hear his wanton moans and curses from above, and then you felt him stand up in shallow end of the water.

He was fucking your face now, thrusting in and out of your mouth. You moaned and gagged around his cock and Bakugou cried out in so much pleasure.

“F-fuck! Shit baby..you sucking daddy’s dick real good...ohh fuuckk,” you felt him give a little smack to your face while you continued to suck him off. “You like that? Huh? You like how daddy fucks your face, princess? God you’re doing amazing.” He moaned out.

He sped up until you could feel his dick twitch in your mouth.

“Ohh s-shit, you feel that? Ahh..Daddy’s gonna come in your mouth...you want that? You wanna swallow my kids? F-Fuck, c’mon..mm, I want you to show me princess..” You replied with a moan. You were so desperate to taste him. He fucked your mouth some more until he finally shuttered and released on your tongue. He filled your mouth with his salty, sweet almost caramel like cum and you savored every drop. You swallowed it all, happily, and opened your mouth to show him.

“Good girl.” Katsuki said before tilting your head and giving you a wet kiss. He then fell into the fresh and crystal clear water with you, and pushed you against the side of the pool wall.

“You ready princess?” He said with a smile.

“W-wait what? But you didn’t even-“ he cut you off.

“I know. No prep for you teddy bear. This is part of your punishment. You’re gonna take daddy’s giant cock just the way you are.” He explained. Now you were nervous. Katsuki was huge and long. Is it even safe for you to take his massive cock without prep? Only one way to find out.

He lifted your leg and pressed his tip against your pussy, then he spoke, “You’re gonna take me so good princess. Im gonna make you feel so good. I’m gonna show you all my love.” He ended each sentence with a kiss to your neck or cheek before asking.

“Can you take it princess?” You knew this wasn’t part of his pillow talk. He was genuinely asking if you were willing to take him without prep. You were ready.

“Give it to me daddy.” You proudly said. And with that, he slowly pushed in. Loud moans mixed of slight pain and pleasure came over you. Bakugou was always big, but having to take him without any preparation made you realize just how huge he was.

“Mm!...Suki!..” he kissed your face all over, trying to distract you.

“It’s ok, it’ll go away soon.” He reassured you as he pushed in deeper. When he was fully submerged, you both released a gasp. He waited a minute to let you adjust before looking at you for permission to move.

“Please..ah!..I want it so bad~” you begged. With your permission, he slowly started. He pulled in and out of you with deep strokes, earning soft moans from you. He rested his forehead against yours as he continue his thrust. He then spoke.

“I love you Y/N. I want you to know exactly how I much I do,” he said each word covered in love.

“I know you do Suki...I love you too.” You both shared a loving kiss along with the slow strokes of Katsuki’s dick.

“Mm...Suki...p-please...more!” You said in between kisses. Katsuki smirked at your request.

“You sure princess?” He said while speeding up, “you sure you can handle all of it?”

“Ahh! Yes, please daddy!” You begged.

“Ok teddy bear...ohh fuck..daddy’s gonna give it to you.” With that he picked up both of your legs and wrapped them around his waist. He had you pressed up against the pool’s wall and fucked you into tomorrow. The speed was driving you crazy, the way his tip reached your cervix and the strength of his thrust were receiving loud moans from you.

The water around you was splashing around as your grip around his neck grew tighter.

“Ohh..fuck.. YES! Oh my god..Katsuki!” You cried out.

His hands smacked against your ass as he spoke. “Ohh god, you like that princess? Fuck, this dick feel good?” He asked, speeding up even more.

You threw your head back and cried out even more. Katsuki attacked your neck as he continued his dirty talk.

“Mm...s-shit. You’re mine. You understand?” He said as he smack your ass again. “Mine only. Mine to hold, have, love and fuck.” He accentuated the last word with a sharp thrust that made you scream.

“M-More! More daddy please!” You asked. As Katsuki continued to thrust, he grabbed your legs and placed them atop his shoulders, allowing him to hit a deeper angle and more sensitive spot.

“Ahh! .....ohh yess~” you moaned. Katsuki groaned at the new position. “F-Fuck! Ohh god..your Pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock...damn baby.” He moaned out.

With his fast pace still going, your legs began shaking as a sign of a euphoric release coming.

“Oh my god! Yess...D-Daddy!” You cried out.

“You gonna cum princess?” His thrust became sloppy, signaling he was close too. “You gonna come on this cock?”

“Y-Yes! Yes daddy, let me cum..” you whined as he started to fuck you deeper.

“Ohh fuck... then do it..yeah baby, cum on my cock!”

With his permission, you released your cum and cried out in ecstasy. He continued to fuck you through your orgasm until he reached his, and filled you up.

He released a loud moan as he slowly fucked his cum into you. The once crystal clear water was now a milky color thanks to the cream pie and Bakugou released a sigh. As you both came down from the high, you relaxed in each other’s arms. After a minute, he pulled out of you and saw as more cum flowed in the water.

He chuckled a little, and picked you up princess style and swam to the middle of the watering hole, where it was clear of cum. Just floating there and holding you in his arms with your head against his chest. With the beautiful scenery around you, you both agreed. This was heaven. Bakugou just slowly hummed a tune to himself and you listened to his deep, sultry voice as you let your eyes rest.

“Katsuki?”

“Yes princess?” He asked you.

You laughed a little before saying to him, “I really, really, really, really, really love you....a lot.” Bakugou opened his eyes and smiled even more at the familiar declaration of love. He was finally complete. He kissed your forehead and held you tighter.

“I love you too Teddy Bear.”

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After spending some more time in the cave, you both decided to get dressed and head back to the beach. As Bakugou drove, you both noticed how the sun was rising. Had you guys really been at the beach all night? Wow. Whatever though, this trip was worth it. Bakugou’s hand was on your thigh as he drove off and you rested your head on the window and placed your hand on top of his. As he halted the car at a stop sign, he turned and saw how the sun’s golden rays glowed against your skin. Gosh, you were absolutely gorgeous. He was completely in love.

When he pulled up to the beach, you both walked with his arm wrapped around your waist holding you close. You guys made it back as the sky was still a gorgeous gold and purple mix, and a golden hour was beaming on the beach. Since you both still wore your bathing suits, there was nothing covering up your love marks. You walked up to your friends and saw the group had succumbed to Denki’s wishes and sang the campfire song.

“BUM-BUM-BUUU- woah.” Denki said as he took notice of yours and Bakugou’s neck. The group turned and saw Bakugou with his hold on you...and the hickies covering both of your necks.

“Ahh, so you two love birds took my advice?” Mina said with a cocky smirk. You both smiled and blushed as you looked at each other.

“Soo..you guys are back together?” Sero asked.

“Obviously you idiots,” Bakugou said.

“The hell you mean ‘obvious?’ You two have been marking each other up for the past month! It’s kinda hard to tell with you two, ok?!” Sero exclaimed. Everyone laughed and Kirishima jumped for joy.

“All that fucking suffering in my room, all that sleeping on the couch. Bakugou, you’re so fucking lucky she accepted you back ‘cuz if she didn’t, I don’t think I would’ve been able to take care of another depressed Bakugou. All that bullshit wasn’t manly at all” The red head cried out fake tears. The group gave a smile and small laugh as Bakugou and Y/N took their seats.

Before Y/N could reach her seat, a clearly touch starved Bakugou dragged her into his lap. That was her new seat.

“Suki?” You questioned.

“I was left touch starved for a month. Let me have this, princess.” He so casually explained as his chin rested on your shoulder.

The squad let out “awww’s” and squeals at the cute interaction. Y/N got comfortable on his lap as Mina went around passing beers to everyone around the bondfire.

“Cheers to the happy couple!” Mina cheered on.

“Cheers to no more sneaky links!” Sero said.

“Cheers to no more sad Kacchan!” Denki joyously spoke.

“Cheers to no more couch sleeping and care taking!” Kirishima cried out again.

“Cheers to us no longer being lost, Y/N.” Bakugou calmly added on.

“Cheers to us, Suki.” You said with love and admiration. Everyone raised their bottles to the sky and you and Bakugou clinked your glasses before taking a sip and sharing a quick peck.

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When you guys packed up and decided to head back to Musutafu, in the same seats as before, the group all fell asleep. Well, except for the two up front. Bakugou and you were sitting hand in hand as he drove and you navigated.

Now the shining sun was fully up and the blue sky was absolutely perfect. Mina was right, this trip was exactly what you guys needed. Denki’s phone that was connected to the Bluetooth played all the newest and trending songs at a low volume. It made for perfect background noise. A small smile could be seen on both yours and bakugou’s lips.

This was the happiest he’s been in awhile. All peace and love. His girl right next to him once again. He had everything he ever really needed. As he drove home, he knew everything would be amazing from now on, because as he was going down the road, he had you to help him, and keep him from getting lost once again.

A/N: Sorry if the ending seems a little rush, I’m still in class and I made this last part all throughout my first 4 periods and lunch break. I really hope you bear Cubs enjoyed this short story. Props to you if you know about Spongebob’s campfire song! Also, I got the inspiration for the first car scene (in part 3) from a tik tok! I’m pretty sure it’s from a TV show, but I wouldn’t know which one. Sorry! I still can’t believe what was meant to be a simple oneshot turned out to be my first full story on tumblr! I love and appreciate you all so damn much! The positive feedback is so incredible and I’m so glad the lot of you stayed along for the journey and growth of this story. I hope you enjoyed reading bear Cubs! Thanks for the love! 💗🧸

[arminbitchlover]

yuji itadori nsfw alphabet

content warnings: creampie, dubcon, sensory deprivation kink, overstimulation, blindfold kink, mentions of intoxication and drug use, dacryphilia, & praise

itadori is aged up

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

there's two types of aftercares with itadori. if he had just finished fucking pounding into you, he would carry you to the bath so your body could still rest while he cleans you up. but if it were a slow and sensual type sex, he would rather shower because he loves to makeout after sex and run his body through your curves as water drips down.

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

for his own body part, he ADORES his jawline, like he genuinely thinks that's his best feature. so much so, that when you guys take pictures together he would do the classic kiss on the cheek so his jawline is extremely apparent.

for his partner, he loves your ass and thighs. when it comes to your ass, he thinks it's just so fun to slap it, squeeze it, or leave his hand there no matter where or what he's doing. like you could be at the gas station getting a drink and he would come up from behind and lightly squeeze it, not giving a fuck if someone saw. for your thighs, he just thinks it's so hot to have his face in between them and since your skin is so soft he enjoys to rub them whenever he's feeling a little stress or sad.

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

he loves to cum inside you cause it's a reminder to him that no one else gets to do this but him. if you weren't comfortable with that though he equally loves to cum on your stomach because he gets to see the way your face lights up when you're covered with his cum.

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

he's a fucking whore for your moans and always imagines them when he's jacking off, but one day he realized that his memory wasn't enough and needed some type of recording. so when you were masturbating in another room, he moved his phone as close to the door as possible to get your whines, whimpers, and moans and recorded them for later use. he would ask you if he could just record your moans while having sex but he thinks they wouldn't be as authentic and raw if you didn't know.

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

he's experienced when it comes to the basic stuff like making out and fingering, but actual sex, no. both of you would experiment and learn together.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

tabletop

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

he could be goofy if something dumb were to happen but overall he's pretty serious because sex is something that is sacred to him and only reserved for you.

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

he's well groomed, he trims even though it's a bit on the longer side and the color is a dark brown almost black.

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

everytime you have sex with itadori, he makes it as special and romantic as if it were your first time. he doesn't see it as some physical action when it comes to you so he makes everything as intimate as possible.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

as said before, your moans can make him nut within a second. just the way his name falls out of your lips is so hot to him. and whenever he cums just to the thought of that, it's a shit ton.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

SENSORY DEPRIVATION ‼️ like he will tease the fuck out of you just so he could hear you beg him to touch you and make you feel good.

he loves to blindfold you. he thinks it's so cute when you gasp at anything he does to you since you don't know what he's going to do to you next.

overstimulation but it goes vice versa. he loves fucking you to the point where the pleasure is too much that tears start dripping down your cheek. he just loves knowing that he causes too much pleasure for you to handle. he also loves it when you overstimulate him, because he thinks it's super fucking hot when you're dominating and taking control.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he prefers the bed because that's where he can do the most without having to worry about being caught or not having enough room and etc.

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

when you're unintentionally doing hot shit in front of him. like if you're bending down to get something from a cabinet or sucking on a lollipop, he just gets hard so fast and needs you to help him.

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

he hates having sex if either or both of you are intoxicated or high. he just never knows if you're ever giving fully consent to what you want to do with him at that moment so he wouldn't even try.

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

he 100% prefers giving because the noises you make are worth every second of it. he wasn't extremely skilled when you first got together, but he's a quick learner so it didn't bother you.

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

he loves doing both, he truly doesn't have a preference. when it comes to getting hard and rough, he loves hearing you scream out his name while he pounds into you and thinks it's fucking hot when he starts seeing sweat droplets start to form on your body. when it comes to getting slow and sensual, this is really where he takes his time with you and make you feel as special as possible. he'll whisper compliments, tell you you're perfect and etc.

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

he's not a fan of quickies because in his opinion they're more for people who just want to be physical and nothing more. unless you were like begging to be fucked and he was feeling spontaneous, he would give in to make you feel good, but overall, doesn't like them.

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

he's really open-minded when you want to experiment different things; whether it be choking or toys, because he can get bored doing the same shit over and over again. he wouldn't be a fan of taking risks, especially if there was a chance one of his clasmates could catch him, he just couldn't deal with the never ending embarrassment and teasing that would come from it.

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

his stamina is pretty good, wayyy more higher than yours, but nothing that's mindblowing. there are times though where he just cannot fucking last at least 5 strokes because you're just too sexy.

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

with all the experimenting you guys do, he does have a small collection of toys to use on you. vibrators are a classic but they're his favorite because of the effect it has on you. if you're ever doing some type of role play, he LOVES to use it on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

the self restraint he has is UNREAL, like you could be dressed in his favorite lingerie, but still would not give in to making you feel good right away because your begs are music to his ears.

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

he can get fucking loud in bed, especially if you're the one taking control. his groans turn you on so fucking much that you'll just pick up the pace as he moans out your name and tightly grips your waist. he also loves dirty talk during foreplay, whispering in your ears about how gorgeous you look or how wet your cunt is when he hasn't even touched you yet.

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

a switch but leans towards a hard fucking dom.

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

he's somewhat thick so everytime he does push himself into you, you always feel him stretching you out & his dick certainly is long enough to hit your cervix every time.

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

it is fucking HIGH, like this man thinks about you all the fucking time. he could be exorcising a special grade curse and an image of you naked would just pop up and then he wouldn't be able to get it out of his head till he saw you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he gets tired pretty quickly, but he waits for as long as he needs to for you to fall asleep to make sure you're okay and comfortable.