#its a major part of their entire relationship and the idea that they both knew beyond a doubt that the other always loved them is shaky

[calliecopper]

Yeah, this is very real. While it's important to acknowledge that Ian had his reasons for many of his decisions, many of those decisions DID hurt Mickey. They're not some magical couple that are always confident in having one another no matter what; they're real people who feel real hurt when the other does them wrong, and feel real doubt when faced with challenges in their relationship.

Mickey was terrified of Terry finding out about him being gay, so he lashed out at Ian and told him he was nothing but a warm mouth. Mickey's response is understandable, especially after we see Mickey's fears realized in S3E6, but his words still hurt Ian and pushed him into the arms of Ned. Mickey tried to push Ian away after Terry discovered them because he felt it was the easiest path forward. Again, it is understandable since he just went through extreme trauma, and his worst nightmare actually came true, but Ian still was left crying alone in his room, heartbroken. Mickey felt he didn't have a choice in marrying Svetlana. Again, what really could he have done? Ian still felt hurt enough to feel the need to flee Chicago altogether.

So when Ian is faced with a lifelong illness that he has witnessed first hand, through Monica, ruin lives, he has doubts. He doubts his own self-worth because he has been TOLD that he has no worth. He doubts not necessarily that Mickey loves him right now, but that over time there will be strain, and Mickey will regret being with him.

"I'm bipolar, right? I dont know who I am from one day to the next, how do you know you want to spend the rest of your life with me?"

Ian, still grappling with his new diagnosis and still feeling those doubts breaks up with Mickey. Understandable, because he's going through extreme mental turmoil at the moment. It still breaks Mickey's heart, after all the work he had put in to make things right. When Mickey is arrested, Ian takes it as a sign to try and move on, and put distance between them for both of their sakes. Fair enough; Ian is still going through a really hard time, and grieving his boyfriend being in prison for 8-12 years without trying to move on would make things even harder. Mickey still feels abandoned. Ian decides to not cross the border with Mickey when they're on the run. Again, a very sound decision; Ian has rebuilt a life for himself that he thought he'd never get back after his diagnosis. Mickey still, yet again, feels abandoned.

So when Ian hesitates on getting married, Mickey sees it as yet another failure. He's tried time and again to make it work; he faced his worst fears in coming out to his dad, broke out of prison to be with Ian, got himself thrown BACK INTO prison to be with Ian, and yet Ian still won't commit. Mickey feels like he isn't enough for Ian anymore, because even after trying his hardest over and over again to be who Ian needed him to be, Mickey always ends up losing him.

"No, you're just saying you don't love me enough now."

They've broken each other's hearts again and again, and it has lasting effects on their relationship. There's festering hurt, sadness, and insecurity. Actions and words that have cut deep. But they still persevere. They were never some destined couple, always meant to find their way back to each other like magnets. They weren't always 100% confident in the other's love for them. They've actively been forced apart and have even pushed each other away, but they always claw their way back to each other, because despite the doubt, they take a leap of faith.

So yeah, not to take over this post, but I feel this is important perspective to keep on their characters and relationship. They're not always confident in themselves or how much the other person cares for them. Their love does not immediately overcome all obstacles; they have to fight both internal and external battles to be together, and that's what's compelling about them.

i find it wild when people don’t realise how insecure mickey is in later seasons about ian loving him (i think this at least decreases after they get married, but it probably still comes up sometimes). mickey literally says:

- ‘did you ever think about me?’ in 7x11 (he was not confident that ian wanted him, he was not sure of himself or ian loving him, he was of the belief that ian hardly gave enough of a shit about him to spare him a thought)

- ‘is this the only reason you proposed to me?’ in season 10 (okay, the quote makes sense in context but it’s the absolutely gut shattering way that noel fisher does it that absolutely kills me, same with the scene at the border)

- ‘no, you’re just saying you don’t love me enough now.’ in season 10 (is this not the most blatant thing in the world?? he’s literally saying that he doesn’t think ian loves him out loud and plainly??)

i’m not blaming ian for this, not entirely at least. sure ian did some shitty things, definitely contributed heavily to those insecurities, but there were reasons for those things and bla bla bla. we know by now that i love ian and im not hating on him.

personally i think mickey’s obviously wrong, that ian does love him, think about him, care about him because obviously. i think its also to do with his abusive childhood, how he never had love so doesn’t know why he would get it now as an adult.

all i’m saying is that people who believe ‘mickey always knew ian loves him’ did not watch the same show i did. even normal people who don’t go through the crazy shit they did question if their partners love each other, so why is it seen as some kind of weird crime for mickey to have thought that ian stopped loving him. there’s nothing wrong with that and i think you would have to be pretty delusional to sit in prison and think the guy that left you twice still likes you.

(again, i think ian did like him, im just saying mickey wouldn’t have known that)

this is in reference to some more shit i saw on tiktok that made me need to rant again

[your-local-granny]

okay before i forget. i've been trying to put my finger on why people saying phoenix and maya are 'sibling-coded' pisses me off so much and I think a big part of it is how important mia is to both their introduction and also the foundation of their relationship and how calling phoenix and maya 'siblings/sibling-coded' waters down all of their relationships

phoenix wishing that maya was mia is a very big part of maya's arc as well as a big sticking point in phoenix and maya's relationship. phoenix spends the majority of turnabout sisters wishing that 'the chief' was there and when maya fails to channel her he shows outward disappointment. this is something that maya obviously picks up on and internalizes as we see throughout the rest of the games. most notably maya shows remarkably little self-preservation, throwing herself at von Karma's taser and in contempt of court to help edgeworth (and by extent, phoenix). she openly admits to feeling useless when she can't channel mia and phoenix never refutes this out loud until he of course presents the bullet to her showing that she wasn't useless. phoenix is notably bad at expressing his thoughts/ and feelings so its honestly debatable whether this gets through to maya but thats neither here nor there

on the other side of it, maya wishes that phoenix would be the caring adult figure that she was missing for most of her life (and especially after mia dies) and phoenix does not do a great job of being that figure. he likes her sure, and they're good friends, but he's definitely not nurturing or sensitive whenever maya is in distress. at the end of turnabout sisters when mia tells maya to "take care of phoenix" for her, maya starts calling him nick (because that's what mia said phoenix's friend calls him) and their dynamic for the most part is solidified. maya is not able to find mia in phoenix and accepts him as his own person and a part of her life as a friend.

phoenix has a more complicated journey with viewing maya as her own person partially because of the whole spirit-channeling thing, and partially because maya is younger than both the chief and himself. phoenix is constantly looking to a mentor for guidance and feels out of his depth for most of the cases in the trilogy. he frequently wishes that mia could be there, and is shown to value maya's ideas less, or at the least question them more at face-value. nevertheless, by the second game phoenix relies on maya greatly as shown with how he copes (or fails to cope) with her absence in rfta and 2-4, and 3-5. phoenix views her as both an integral part of his life and support structure, but also views her as someone he has to put on a brave face for, much like pearls. maya is phoenix's young friend that he leans on and wishes to protect.

maya's love for her sister is a core theme that spans the entire trilogy and culminates in maya almost dying in 3-5. phoenix's love for mia is a constant driving force that pushes him past what he believed himself capable of, and encourages him to trust those who become those closest to him. phoenix and maya's relationship is colored by their own relationships to mia, and how they view each others relationship with mia. they both represent a part of her that they never knew as well as a part of her they can keep loving in her place after she is gone, but most importantly, neither of them will ever be mia. no one else can be maya's big sister and no one else can be phoenix's mentor. they meet each other as two strangers set adrift by the same lost mooring, and though they'll never be secure in the way they were before meeting each other, they have a friend to help keep themselves afloat.

[inbarfink]

One of the major themes of ‘Ace Attorney’ has always been trust, obviously. Like, this is the most important creed that Mia Fey passed down to Phoenix and from there to anyone he has touched.

As well as just generally being one of Phoenix’s most important positive qualities.

The entire arc of the first game hinges on the idea of the Power of Trust, with it being a core pillar of Phoenix's relationships with both Miles and Maya.

And even the main gameplay themes of ‘turnabout’ and ‘turning your thinking around’ are linked to this theme of Trust. The whole idea around the narrative of a ‘turnabout’ is that the Defendant seems obviously totally guilty, but the defense attorney proves them innocent by Trusting in their innocence. 

And ‘turning your thinking around’ is generally framed as - rather than the general mystery-solver mindset of trying to deduce what has happened from the evidence given - trusting in your client’s innocence and looking for evidence that should be there if they are innocent/that other person is the culprit. Using the Trust in the client as the foundation to build your logic from.

And being such a core theme of the franchise, the games started reiterating on and deconstructing it almost immediately. “Farewell, My Turnabout'' having a Guilty Client feels like the most obvious example, maybe. But actually the game starts casting suspicions on Engarde pretty early on, and most of the emotional turmoil related to him is more of the, like “will Phoenix sacrifice the truth for Maya’s sake” hostage situation stuff. 

I think the more important stuff in that case is more about the Phoenix-Edgeworth drama. How Phoenix’ sense of trust, which seems like such an unwavering and unbreakable virtue in the first game, does actually have limits. Phoenix feels that Miles has betrayed his trust by, y’know, running off to Europe and making him think he was dead - and it takes him time to learn how to regain this sense of trust in him.

Meanwhile, Matt Engarde, he considers himself strong because he trusts in no one. In contrast to Adrian, who both he and she herself see as ‘weak’ because of her tendency to blindly trust the person she is dependent on. But at the end, it’s Matt’s distrust in everyone around him that brings on his own downfall. 

And the game after that adds in Dahlia Hawthorne who is, as Mia Fey’s nemesis, a sort of representation of the dangers of trust. A character who uses and manipulates those who put their trust in her.

“Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney” establishes its more cynical and deconstructivist tone compared to the original trilogy in part by always putting some sort of element of distrust between the Lawyer and the Defendant. With Apollo basically unable to really have a decent conversation with any of his clients, many of them being antagonistic towards him or hiding things from him. Phoenix Wright was basically the only defendant Apollo went into court actually 100% putting his trust in him… and we all know how that worked out.

And this moment is especially effective because… if you’re playing this game unspoiled after finishing the Phoenix Wright Trilogy, you probably trust Phoenix as well! The emotions Apollo feels as he sees who Phoenix had become are meant to mirror the emotions the Player probably feels at this very moment. And the hints and questions about what Phoenix did in the trial seven years ago are a challenge to the trust of both Apollo and the Player. Both of them are stuck between what they knew of Phoenix before and the revelation of what Phoenix confessed to in “Turnabout Trump”. Apollo’s uncertainty is the player’s uncertainty as well. 

And even if Apollo’s image of Phoenix is somewhat improved by “Turnabout Successions” and it’s clearly established that, no, Phoenix never knowingly used forged evidence as an attorney… There’s no big reconciliation that fixes everything like with Phoenix and Miles. It’s clear that Apollo’s sense of trust, in Phoenix Wright and in general, never quite recovered from the events of AJAA. Later games do still reiterate that he’s a lot more distrustful than other playable attorneys.

(And that’s also a point where the Player-Player Character Synergy from ‘Turnabout Trump’ kinda diverges, since I think most Players do regain their trust in Phoenix by the end of AA4 at least. Especially as unlike Apollo, we actually got to be inside his head again - that’s not exactly an experience Apollo will ever get to have. )

But, well, maybe it’s because it’s just really fresh in my mind, but I just think what ‘The Great Ace Attorney’ Duology does with this theme is just… really cool!

These games really play on the idea of challenging the trust… not just of the Player Character Ryunosuke, but also of the Player themselves. Because Ryunosuke also gets to have a Guilty Client… as his very-first actual client who is not himself. And since the game doesn’t lay on the suspicion quite as thick as with Matt Engarde, and since there’s no hostage situation of course… This plotline can have emotional synergy between the Player and the Player Character and focus a lot more about the emotional repercussion of putting your trust in someone totally absolutely unworthy of trust. 

And how this betrayal of trust haunts the characters moving forwards. How Ryunosuke now finds himself being held back by his doubts due to the memories of this terrible trial, and... not necessarily a lack of trust in others as much as a lack of trust in himself. How Susato is driven to do something she considers unforgivable - tempering with the Crime Scene behind the police’s back - because that trial had made her lose trust in the entire British Justice System.

The entire climax of the first game is thus a reaffirmation of the power of trust. By unwaveringly defending Gina - a girl they have bonded with, but has also been extremely uncooperative, shady, dishonest and literally involved in what went down in the McGilded Trial, in a very grueling and seemingly unbeatable trial  - Ryunosuke and Susato rediscover their ability to trust their defendant. Because, yeah, trust is a leap of faith - you never know when you’re gonna meet a McGilded or a Dahlia Hawthorne - but it’s also absolutely worth it.

And then with the themes of conspiracy strawn throughout the games and especially ramping up in the second game, that’s really kinda a thing that’s bound to sow seeds of paranoia and distrust in the Players about… all sorts of characters. Like, okay, I am fairly sure that pretty much every player who first walked into the Lord Chief Justice’s office and saw Mael Stronghart was like “Oh look! That’s the Final Boss!”. But with the hints for there being some sort of web of intrigue being hidden in the shadows, there’s plenty of other characters that skirt the line between feeling suspicious and trustworthy. The reveal that Seishiro Jigoku is actually a culprit was one of the best-done reveals in the whole franchise. And on the other hand, there are many reasons to be suspicious of Yujin due to the amount of secrets he clearly keeps, and yet he turns out to be a very straightforwardly heroic character. 

And then there’s Kazuma. And Mael Stronghart might be the Obvious Final Boss to the Conspiracy and Murder Mystery parts of the game, but within this thematic throughline of the challenges of trust, Kazuma is pretty much that part’s Final Boss. 

Initially designed to be someone both the characters and the players intently trust, both in terms of the meta-perspective of how he’s set up to be a kinda Mia-Miles hybrid and any Player with knowledge of the previous games will know that’s a kind of person you can rely on. And in general, even to newcomers, everything he says and does in the first two chapters of the game make him feel like just a very upstanding guy you can trust.

Then, when he comes back in the second games, he comes back with a new attitude that feels colder towards Ryunosuke (and thus the Player) and that’s also coupled with a whole bunch of mysteries about him that were hinted in the previous game, but are now coming to the forefront. 

And as the Trial of Barok Van Zieks progresses, it becomes increasingly clear that Karuma has, theoretically, all the possible motivation to kill Greyson and frame Barok for it, that he was one of the last people to see Gregson before his death and that he literally brandished a sword at him. And despite how cagey and shady he acts, he still insists he never killed anyone.

And the reveal that he has knowingly participated in an assassination plot behind the backs of both Ryunosuke and Susato is bound to cause a feeling of shock, confusion and betrayal not just in these characters - but also in the Player. The Player and Player Characters are in a lot of emotional synergy through this entire Kazuma storyline. These feelings of conflict between wanting to trust Kazuma after seeing him in his best and all the mounting suspicions due to all the revelations about him are really felt by all three of us.

And in the end the challenge for Ryunosuke and Susato is not to abandon Kazuma completely, and it’s not to continue blindly trusting their old idealized view of Kazuma - it’s to face the fact that he has kinda lost his way for single-minded revenge, while also still trusting that he is deep-down the same good not-murdery man they have known him as before.

[genshin-hsr-rambles]

I see you have a Genshin Impact modern/school au on ao3… But do you have a Honkai: Star Rail modern au? If you do, I’d love to hear about it. I’m a sucker for modern aus that are so fluffy and fun it makes me forget about canon angst :’)

I do have something of a Modern AU, though it isn’t really a school au. Some characters do attend school and college, but most don’t. I haven’t really fleshed out all of the characters enough to have written anything fics for it yet, but I definitely want to once I have. The whole au is very found family-esque. I can tell you about the Astral Express crew!

Stelle and Caelus are the latest employees at the Astral Espresso, an old cafe that switched owners and was renovated a few years ago. They have complicated relationships with their family (the Stellaron Hunters) and have moved out together to start their own lives together, away from their family’s influence. Luckily, they were both able to land full-time positions at the Astral Espresso to support themselves. Stelle and Caelus have been considering starting college, though want to attend the same course and can’t seem to agree on a major.

Dan Heng is a part-time employee at the Astral Espresso, and part-time History major in college. Originally Dan Feng, he unfortunately got into a severe workplace accident and suffers from memory loss. As time passes, his memories gradually come back in fragments. Regardless, he has gone by Dan Heng ever since and sees himself as a different person altogether, determined to live his own life regardless of who he used to be. He is the somewhat reluctant legal guardian (and biological parent, though he’s in denial) of Bailu and took up work at the Astral Espresso to provide for them both in his college years.

March 7th is yet another employee of the Astral Espresso. She works full-time at the cafe, though dreams of becoming a professional photographer. In the mean time, has become something of a social media influencer in her free time, even collaborating with the likes of Guinaifen and Sushang. Much like Dan Heng, she too suffers from memory loss and seeks to make the most of her life. However unlike him, her memories have not returned at all. She has no clue why she lost her memories or who she was before she did, neither do her doctors.

Himeko is the new owner of the Astral Espresso. She is an ambitious woman who renovated the entire store to return it to its former glory, whilst also modernising it to appeal to all varieties of customers. Himeko was good friends with the cafe’s previous owner, Akavili, though admittedly knew very little about them. When they suddenly disappeared, the cafe was left in Himeko’s name. Himeko is determined to continue her friend’s legacy and also forge a legacy of her own.

Welt is a part-time animator, and part-time worker at the Astral Espresso. A close friend of Himeko’s, he was one of the first employees to be hired alongside a certain blonde companion after she took over the cafe. Coincidentally, Welt came to adopt a young child affectionately known as Pom-Pom around the time of Akavili’s disappearance. He frequently brings Pom-Pom with him when working at the Astral Espresso, though the child is too young to work themself.

That’s pretty much the basics on the Astral Express Crew. If you’re curious about any other characters or want to know more about these characters, feel free to send in an ask. I have lots of ideas and not much to do with them yet.

[starsxblazing]

Iridescence

I was listening to Iridescent by Linkin Park and all of the ideas for this AU were impossible to get out of my brain so this is what I pumped out within thirty minutes

Summary: Living in the slums of San Antonio, your train wreck of a life with your abusive boyfriend seems to be never ending. A new neighbor slowly pulls your attention towards him.

Warnings: descriptions of domestic violence, drugs, abuse, violence, description of blood and gore, death, personality disorders, depression, angst. So much angst.

Azriel x Reader

You sat in front of your full-length mirror propped on the floor, flinching when the front door to your trailer slammed shut, before examining the bruises covering your face. It had been a miracle that you had learned how to use makeup enough to cover up the evidence so that no one asked any questions. There were no longer any voiced concerns from anyone that you worked with or the only person that you had left in your life that you could consider a friend and it was a small relief.

Memories and thoughts turned over in your mind as you started the task of covering up the bruises adorning different parts of your face, searching to figure out where things went so wrong. Your relationship with James had been going on since you were sixteen and it had been tumultuous at the very least. He had always been on a downward spiral but you always kept the hope that he would be the person that you knew he had the potential to be.

His attitude had gotten even worse since the move. The small town that you both grew up in had a high crime rate that always made you afraid to do anything and there was a terrible problem with the lack of jobs. The latter was the biggest reason that you had moved to San Antonio once you had been accepted into one of the colleges here. You had been in the top five of your class, more than earning your bachelor’s degree in business. Despite your majors of finance and human resources, you struggled to find a good job in a good company.

Your two minimum wage jobs were barely enough to keep you afloat which resulted in the tiny, rundown trailer park that you now resided in. James refused to find work of his own and when he did, his employment never lasted long. It didn’t take a genius to know that he was purposely sabotaging his opportunities and making a bad name for himself but there wasn’t anything that you could do about it. 

The fight that started as soon as you got off of work had lasted throughout the entire night all of the way up until he finally just left to do whatever it was that he did. You were exhausted and didn’t know how you were going to make it through your eight hours in the factory and then the retail job that you had immediately after. 

Your car was just as bad as your home, nothing but a simple rust bucket that decided on its own some days to not start. Every wrong noise came from it during your commute to work and you couldn’t help but wonder just how long that it would last. The thought spiraled your depression further because you didn’t have the money to make any payments on even the cheapest of cars, unable to even afford to get any repairs that needed to be taken care of. 

You forced the thoughts away while throwing on the simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans before slipping on your steel toed shoes and looking around your room, unable to linger on the many holes in the walls. The entirety of the small area constantly smelled of mildew, the leak in the roof from rain that followed the dense dry heat only making it worse by the day. What you could tell was once white carpet was now brown and littered with black spots that caused the putrid odor. 

The bed, if you could even call it that, wasn’t in much better condition. The mattress, which was second hand, sat on the floor since you weren’t able to afford any form of a bedframe. You had gone without eating for almost a week simply by buying your also second hand couch that was barely usable. The small journal that was now on the floor from James’s violent outburst had been knocked from the tiny dresser and caught your eye just as you were about to leave. 

As you flipped through it, your heart dropped at the list of bills and the ones that were due in just a few days. Your bank account had been drained yet again by your boyfriend and there was no way that you weren’t going to be past due. The thought brought tears to your eyes because it would only cost you even more money that you didn’t have. You cursed the horrible economy and the overpriced hell hole that you lived in.

Making your way into the small living room/kitchen combo area of your trailer, you stopped to look at the thermostat. A snort left you at the irony because it didn’t belong there. It wasn’t like it had worked since you had moved in five years ago. The common sight of a scurrying mouse from the corner of your eye pulled your attention to it just before it ran across your feet and through a hole at the bottom of the wall. A variety of roaches scattered across the walls from your presence but that was also nothing new. 

Dirty dishes were piled in the sink, causing you to sigh because that had been another point of your argument from the night before. James didn’t work or contribute anything to the house. Not even cleaning. You were hardly ever there so it wasn’t like any of it was your mess to begin with. It was a never ending futile battle but it never failed to bug you at the end of the day in your exhaustion.

Your next task was searching for your phone and car keys, which had been thrown somewhere in the process. It had been hard at the time to know what he did with them since your vision had blurred at the time from where James had elbowed you in the nose. To the best of your knowledge, your keys were in the front yard somewhere but your phone was a different story. The broken window that overlooked the backyard told you enough. It was probably somewhere amidst the tall grass that was past due for a cut but your lack of a lawn mower made that impossible to do. It would die soon enough anyway since the cooler air of winter was slowly moving in.

Just as you suspected, your phone was in the damp backyard with the battery completely drained. There was also a new crack on the screen but you couldn’t be bothered to worry about it because it was too close to time for you to leave. Your keys took a bit longer to track down since there were no obvious signs of where they landed.

The sight of a moving truck at the front of the trailer next door pulled your attention away from your task, the new emotion of curiosity a welcome one. Your neighboring trailer was the nicest one in the park but it was far from being considered homey. It was a one bedroom just as all of them were and extremely overpriced for the condition that it was in. You had looked at it before moving into the one that you now lived in and it was in complete working condition, a far cry from being similar to your own.

Your gaze on the sight next door was enough to have you stumbling over the very item that you had forgotten about, nearly causing you to tumble to the ground right as someone was exiting the home. Heat rose to your cheeks when your eyes connected with the man’s across the small yards that you both had. You weren’t sure if it was because of the fact that he almost saw you fall or because he was the most beautiful man that you had ever seen. 

Shaking your head to clear it, you snatched up your keys and hoped that you would make it to work without any problems.

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[idontknowreallywhy]

Resurface 27 - Resurrect

(Story so far)

I mentioned a bit of a rollercoaster before the end didn’t I…?

Sorry Allie…

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Day seven of being dosed up on haloperidol and Virgil felt like a bear woken midway through hibernation by the smell of bacon. Everything but his stomach and that nagging sense of the world moving on outside without him was dragging him back towards blissful slumber. And yet he was SO VERY BORED of lying around doing nothing and that made him moody and petulant… in a drowsy, ineffective kind of way.

Grandma wouldn’t even let him have proper coffee, and no amount of the insipid-brown, barely-caffeinated dishwater he was given in its stead even touched the edges of the lethargy.

It was displeasing.

He’d had a couple of short holocall chats with a Dr George Clifford, highly recommended by Patricia who was consultant psychiatrist to half his family. Scott and Gordon were both keen he talk to Patricia herself, both clearly of the view the woman had Powers unavailable to the rest of humanity. John and Grandma were less convinced it would be appropriate. For Virgil’s part - the idea of talking about Scott to someone who Scott had actually properly talked to, who likely knew more about Scott than he ever would? Well it made his teeth itch.

Clifford seemed to know his stuff, however. He’d been unfazed by the sleepiness and unfinished sentences and had given emphatic reassurance as to Virgil’s prospects of a full recovery PROVIDED he addressed the issues that triggered both episodes. The conditional element made the reassurance hard to swallow, emphatic or otherwise, but he’d nodded and said he’d make a start.

When he was properly awake and able to form coherent sentences anyway. Which felt like it might be never the way this was going.

Scott had seemed to understand the caffeine-deprived rant about how the infirmary made him want to systematically remove his own skin and took pity. Eyeballing anyone who might possibly object (well, Grandma, and she just smiled knowingly) big brother had escorted Virgil slowly upstairs so he could at least be Ursus Iratus by the pool rather than stuck in the bowels of the earth.

It seemed to be working. The edges remained fuzzy and grey but the bright sunlight and the sound of the sea were bringing the majority of his brain back online. He began to wonder if, finally, he might be able to hold a train of thought long enough to have a half-decent conversation.

He glanced over at Scott who hurriedly switched on his trademark Encouraging Smile and tried to pretend the Troubled Eyebrows hadn’t been deployed in Virgil’s direction seconds before.

Virgil bit his lip and tried to hide the sigh. He certainly wasn’t ready for That Conversation yet. Nor was he entirely sure what it was going to be about… exactly… except that clearly Something had been said that he couldn’t remember and his brother was chewing it over like a starving coyote might keep returning to Grandma’s meatloaf surprise…

Selfishly, at the moment, Virgil didn’t really want to know. Well he did, in the same kind of morbid way one pokes at a wound. But he didn’t have the mental energy to know. Last time he’d been this sick he’d done something awful and his relationship with Dad hadn’t ever quite been the same afterwards. The idea that the same could happen with one of his brothers? If he even started to think about it a nausea roiled that he knew had nothing to do with the medication and everything to do with the what if he’d ruined everything?

Maybe if they left it long enough he’d never have to find out?

Ha. He snorted softly. As if Scott and his mental cyclone would ever let something he was worried about slide with time.

Virgil himself was possibly not a brilliant example of someone able to let the past stay in the past either.

Maybe it was genetic?

A distinctly Alan-flavoured screech of rage pierced the humidity of the afternoon and it seemed as if even the seabirds swooping over Mateo were silenced in shock.

Virgil and Scott looked at each other across the pool, the quirked eyebrows of amusement wavered simultaneously as a quieter voice drifted out from the kitchen, quieter but urgent, soft but tainted with panic:

“Breathe! Allie, please it’s ok… please, look just wait. Let me help… no, put it down! Let go, please you’re hurting…”

The first time Virgil was really aware he’d moved was when his shoulder collided painfully with Scott’s as they both tried to run through the narrow doorway at once. The reinforced glass continued to shudder with the echo of that mistake as they remembered how to work together, spun 90 degrees and sidestepped smoothly through into what seemed to be an entirely empty room.

The expected kerfuffle was strikingly absent - all was as it should be. All except for the bright yellow smoothie crawling across the counter top and the gleaming red spots splattered across the tiled floor.

“Alan?! Gordon?!” There was a fragile edge to the Commander’s voice that usually didn’t appear until many hours into an overwhelming Situation. The response came from low behind the kitchen island:

“Could do with a little help over here, Scotty…”

Gordon sounded pale.

That was enough to galvanise Virgil into action and firing on perhaps 3 out of four engines he took one barefooted step forward, noting absently how the floor sparkled brilliantly in the sunlight…

Scott yelped and pulled him backwards, nearly toppling the both of them.

“Glasssssssssssssss…”

The elongated hiss persisted as Scott’s mind raced for a solution and sidelined irrelevant concerns like finishing words.

“Stay.”

Even at full capacity Virgil couldn’t have disobeyed that tone of command.

Scott pressed Virgil’s shoulders down as if trying to ensure his feet were properly glued to the ground and then ducked back outside. A little mild cursing preempted the contents of the pool toy cupboard flying out on to the deck and within moments the two largest foam floats returned though the door, closely followed by his brother. The first quickly became a path to the far side of the counter and the other was flung to the floor only a split second before Scott’s knees landed on top of it with a strangled “ALLIE, WHAT THE HELL?!”

Virgil crawled along the mat as quickly as he could and peered over Scott’s shoulder to see Gordon, jaw set hard and his hands clamped around Alan’s wrists. Their baby brother, colourless and trembling clutched the jagged remains of a tumbler in his bloody fists. He looked up into Virgil’s face, gasped and whimpered:

“‘m so sorry, Virgil, I’m so so sorry.”

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[idwt-money]

Love triangle pt.1

MDNI 18+

thank you to this beautiful anon for this idea, part 2 will be posted within the next couple days my lovelies <3 introducing noah next part!! super sorry its short! next part will be longer!

Series Description: reader is polyamorous and in a relationship with Nicholas, when Noah replaces the lead singer of the band, reader catches feelings!

1k words, Nicholas Ruffilo x fem!reader

CW: fingering (fem rec), virginity, unprotected sex

you met your boyfriend, Nicholas in your junior year of highschool. you two had been close friends after graduation. even though Nicholas had gone down a different path in life, being in a band with some of his closest friends, and you going to college as a business major, you both kept in touch.

it wasn't until mid-way of your first year in college that you realized you had feeling for Nicholas and you'd only hoped he felt the same.

although, you were hesitant about it. Nicholas knew you were polyamorous, but you weren't sure he would be open to the idea himself.

one day, you were sat in the garage Nicholas and his band were rehearsing in. after the band finished their, rather lengthy, rehearsal, Nicholas had sat down on the couch with you. it was later on in the evening so you all had a couple beers by the time the band finished up.

through slightly drunken words you and Nicholas had confessed your feelings for each other.

"i care about you so much, Nick. you mean so much to me." you had your head resting on his shoulder, his hand interwoven with yours, his thumb soothing over your own.

"you're my entire world, y/n. i'm not quite sure what i would without you, if i'm being honest." there was a small chuckle that left his lips.

you looked up at him, with small tears threatening their way out of your eyes.

"Nick, i really do want you. all of you. i just don't want to hurt you if-" you couldn't finished before Nicholas started to reassure you.

"my love bug, you aren't going to hurt me. you know that. i accept you and love you just how you are." his palm was now comforting your face, giving a reassuring caress.

neither of you had anymore words to share, there was no need. within seconds, your lips connected with Nicholas' and you were sat upon his lap.

he was so gentle with you. his hands softly gripping at your skin as if he was taking in every feeling, every little thing any other man would find insignificant.

embarrassingly enough to admit, this would be your first time. you were almost 20 and still had yet to lose your virginity. the thought of it was enough to make your head spin and your heart pound against your chest.

you broke away from the kiss, taking a deep breath in hopes it would calm your shaky and worked up nerves.

"are you okay, love bug?" his voice was ridden with concern, his eyebrows knitting together as he took in your shaken up state.

"um- yeah i just...it's like.." it was hard for you to admit. especially to Nicholas. he had a small moment in senior year where he was hooking up with girls left and right, you knew he was decently skilled in the topic, yet you knew nothing. well, nothing besides the copious amounts of porn you watched in an attempt to get off.

"you can tell me, don't worry. you don't need to feel embarrassed. we don't have to do this, we can go at your pace." his words did a number on you, helping you calm down enough to tell him what was wrong.

"no! i do want to, it's just going to be my first time.." you bit your lip as soon as the words left your mouth.

he raised his eyebrows. sure he had taken girls virginities before but you? you were different. you had a hold on his heart, he had never felt like this for someone else and although it was a scary feeling, he wouldn't have it any other way.

"i'll go slow with you. if you want to stop at any point, just tell me." his eyes were bearing his soul into yours, his facial expression was dripping in love and concern, a wild mix of the two.

you nodded and gave a small "okay" with a soft smile before going back in to finish what you had started.

in no time, it felt natural. it felt natural to give yourself to him in your most vulnerable form.

his hands were soft while touching you, making cautious moves lower and lower until his hand got the privilege of dipping into your waistband, feeling how absolutely drenched you had become because of him.

he gathered your wetness on his fingers, causing his fingers to slip into you easier. your breath hitched. what a foreign feeling it was, having someone else's fingers buried deep into your cunt. his fingers were by far much longer than yours and hit new places yours would have never reached.

you made eye contact with him as he slowly started to move his fingers in and out of you. you put your hands on his shoulders, helping to ground yourself. you let your eyes flutter close as Nicholas watched your blissed out state. as Nicholas' fingers worked their magic, you felt your stomach pull into knots.

"faster, please Nick, i need it faster." you whined and you let your hips grind down onto him.

"oh does my baby need it faster? hm? harder? need my fingers deep in your pussy?" his words were like warm honey entering your ears.

your nails sunk into his skin through his shirt. your stomach had become hot and bothered, your body creating its own tension as it prepared for what was about to come.

Nicholas attached his lips to your neck, suckling purple and red hickies onto it while speeding up his motions with his fingers. it was a gentle reminder that you were his.

"Nick...oh fuck i'm gunna cum, fuck im gunna cum!" your words were blurring together and your mind went blank as Nicholas talked you through your orgasm. his voice was soft as your mind spiraled in the feeling of your pleasure.

when you came down from your, undeniably heavenly, orgasm, your body collapsed into Nicholas. he gave you gentle forehead kisses as you two talked later on into the night after you both moved into his room.

you had made it official just a few days later.

[cherrymoonvol6]

i am not really sure what the general opinion on the ending of mr robot is but i for one felt a little disappointed

it's not because i believe characters were done bad or arcs weren't sufficiently fulfilled or things didn't make sense at the end. it's just a timing thing.

my favorite thing about this show is how willing it is to show you the consequences of every major change in the status quo. elliot doesn't spend the entire four seasons creating his revolution: he manages to start it by the end of season 1. a lesser show would've ended there; nowadays it just feels like every show and movie is just a buildup, and as soon as we get to the interesting part, it ends. whatever happens is up to your imagination! fuck off. this is what i loved about this show: it was willing to show you the consequences, to let you see how all of this worked out, to show how it was ugly and difficult and miserable and how the characters would act and react within it.

to me, this is reflected best in the relationship between elliot and mr robot. their dynamic and the nature of mr robot's existence is a story long arc and probably the best part of this show. again, a lesser show would've revealed mr robot to be you know who and then just end it there. maybe a slightly lesser show would've entertained the idea for a few episodes and put a bow on it. but this show is built from the evolving nature of this relationship and the truth hiding inside elliot's psyche. it's not a gimmick, it's the entire point.

the ending felt like the show suddenly devolved into this lesser show. the idea it presents at the end is deeply interesting, but then everything just ends. it just doesn't allow you to fully understand what it means for elliot to relinquish this control, to let this entity we virtually know nothing about come back to the surface. it doesn't show you how that interacts in the real world, how he'd deal with it and what his life would look like beyond that point. elliot having DID is something that makes complete sense to me, when i look at his character -- but the fact that everything regarding this conclusion takes place in a manufactured reality robs me from seeing this conclusion through the perspective that the show knew to indulge into since the very beginning to almost the very end.

idk. maybe i'm just being petty. but in a way this ending diminishes the importance of the thing that is at the very core of this show (and its title), which is the relationship between elliot and mr robot. the conflict between control from both sides loses its meaning when, well, no one was meant to be in full control anyway. and i don't dislike the concept as much as i fucking dislike how they develop it -- or rather, how they don't develop it. it just felt like the show wanted to pull the rug from below you, just for the sake of having a shocking finale. okay, my expectations have been subverted. what next? (nothing. there's nothing next.)

[bilbobagginsomebabez]

people always lump everything that impacts political relationships into political science, but all off these topics are siloed in academia, where these concepts are labeled "introductory" to more complex ideas. we see them as inherently connected due to pre-existing knowledge. suzanne collins is in significant part the person who tied them together, if you were the generation of middle schooler who directly benefited from her books.

social issues =/= political theory. you will not learn about american labor exploitation in an introductory political theory or political science class, you will learn that in a special topics history course. suzanne collins put it in all the districts, concentrating the hardest labor on the poorest, both district by district and inside them. you won't learn how poverty works in an introductory political theory or political science class, you learn that in a special topics economics class. suzanne collins put it in her middle school novels when katniss had to illegally hunt and add her name to the reaping over and over just to make ends meet. terry pratchett put it in his boots metaphor. you will not learn about american police brutality in an introductory political theory or political science class. you might learn about that in Black studies, Indigenous studies, or special topics in polisci or history. suzanne collins put it in her book when she viscerally described characters being brutally beaten by "peace officers." you won't find a detailed explanation of exactly how bread and circuses work in an introductory political theory or political science class, just that they're a type of propaganda, partially because they're all structured differently aside from the broad strokes. you'll find that in a special topics poli sci course on propaganda using specific historical examples. suzanne collins put how ours works in the hunger games and then we collectively watched the american media machine exactly mimic the marketing of the fictional capitol.

collins possessed the necessary skill to explain a myriad of extremely complex and previously-considered niche topics to middle schoolers, and because we were the middle schoolers who had these complex topics introduced to us at our level, they now seem basic and introductory. she trusted our age group to understand complex political ideas that we did not otherwise have access to, it became wildly popular, and we benefited from the knowledge she provided, which is now inextricable from when and how we learned it. we think that these are an introductory topics because she introduced them to us in middle school novels. we cannot separate our conception of these topics as introductory from the fact that she used them to facilitate a generation's introduction to a complex and grounded political imagination, setting her book in a future United States and amplifying its current problems through fiction, exploring when they would be severe enough to act on. even framing the question as "when is injustice so great as you must act upon it" is an incredibly subversive conception of politics in both political science and the american public, who both crave stability and order and view all disruption as dangerous. this was not the natural and easy introduction to Understanding Politics until Suzanne Collins naturally and easily explained politics to an entire generation of middle schoolers through that lens.

collins' book is not an introduction to political theory, it's an introduction to a variety of american social issues that the majority adult americans would still find difficult to access and put together unless they already knew to go looking. it is a skillfully woven explainer on what oppression is, written based on the question of when it's okay to fight back. and it did change us! it gave us a huge leg up. it is not a coincidence that tumblr entered its most intense social justice phase during and immediately following hunger games mania.

there's no need to diminish the genuine intelligence and political acumen of the hunger games because she was able to explain large chunks of her fully adult and nuanced understanding to us(young), at which point we continued to grow and develop beyond it. that means it worked, it changed shit. not that it was simple or introductory before it worked the change it meant to

eagerly awaiting the reveal of what political science 101 concept is she going to stop the plot to teach middle schoolers about. we got bread and circuses we got the extended work on thomas hobbes my money is on haymitch starting this book as an objectivist and having to unlearn that in the face of true struggle

[hwaightme]

Your fan, Jongho (part 2)

(part 1) (your fan ml)

⚽pairing: jongho x footballer!gn!reader ⚽summary: a bulletpoint-style drabble, continuation of part 1 ⚽wordcount: 2.5k ⚽warnings/tags: unedited, jongho is an undercover athlete, yeosang seizes opportunity, hongjoong is in on the secrets, sports, football, cute romance, secret relationship, seriously in love, overall wholesome vibes (lmk if anything isn't here) ⚽a/n: thank you so much everyone for waiting for this one <3 enjoy and please reblog, comment leave a like! lmk if you would like a new moodboard for this part, or anything at all <3

"Where are you going, Jongho?"

"Gym"

"Bro it is literally midnight and we just filmed two stages. Two! You are actually going to be dead tomorrow if you go."

"No pain, no gain. See you later, I'll be quick."

Jongho's behaviour was becoming increasingly erratic and unpredictable.

One moment he was stonefaced and would barely speak, and the other he would do an entire live belting love songs at the top of his voice.

And there were his disappearances to the gym, which he was now claiming acted as his alone time that no one should interrupt. To be frank, even if the members wanted to they would not be able to, seeing as Jongho was secretive of its location.

Hongjoong had a couple ideas as to what it could be, but chose to not share it with the others out of respect for the maknae. If he wanted to keep things on the down low, he should have the right.

But as a responsible hyung and captain, Hongjoong felt it to be his duty to pull him aside. This had started a few months ago, but recently had become noticeable. He chose to ambush Jongho when he was sure the younger would not be able to escape.

Other members were still getting ready for a photoshoot, while Jongho and Hongjoong had some time at their liberty to lounge around.

"Hey, Jongho, can I talk to you for a minute? Outside."

Jongho's blood ran cold at the sudden change in tone. What did Hongjoong want to talk about? Mustering his best impression of a confident and self-assured man who was totally not hiding anything, he followed the older man outside of the changing room and into a more private seating area.

"Okay, so, I don't mean to pry but excuse me what the heck?"

Well that was unexpected. Jongho's eyes widened.

"Wh-what do you mean, hyung?" He cursed at himself; what was that uncharacteristic stutter? Who was he right now? He felt his throat go dry.

"You know exactly what I mean, Jongho. What's up with you? And don't tell me that it is nothing, I have eyes and a brain."

Jongho desperately wanted to make some snide remark in return, but knew better than that. In Hongjoong's eyes he could read desperation and it was almost as if he already knew everything, but just wanted to hear Jongho admit it.

A silence weighed down on the pair, and to the maknae it was as heavy as the world.

For the majority of his life, he prided himself on being the type of guy who was not afraid of anything. If there was a challenge, he was ready to face it head on even if others told him that it was a lost cause.

For him, that was an opportunity.

Mature, dependent. Both mentally and physically strong. Even though he was an idol, he had the mental resolve and drive of an Olympian.

And this exact mindset was why he was confident that he could give you his heart.

Truth be told, you had his heart since a pretty long time ago anyways, just not romantically.

But that came to change when you and him started "hanging out", initially just as two people who admired one another's work, and then as two people who were undeniably infatuated.

The champion mindset also helped both of you plan ahead and form date strategies that were specially designed to fool press, had they ever gotten on your tail.

From unexpected route changes to even sometimes timing your dates, you and Jongho had taken a very tactical approach. As if you were training for a competition. So much so that maybe that was what made Jongho start behaving that way in general.

Which did work then it came to more distant friends and colleagues, but... not the other members of ATEEZ. And especially not Hongjoong. Jongho should have known better. Now he had to come clean.

So he began. Began by recounting the time that he received his first message from you after the his silly escapade with the note stuffed in his group's album.

"Okay bonus points for promoting us. But she was already a fan of ours, no? What if she had the album?"

"It was a risk I was willing to take."

"Anyways, that was off-topic. Do go on, I have yet to hear any details about why you are mystery man as of late."

So Jongho explained how you two had the bright idea of organising your dates at various gyms during times when the only types of people who could be there would be true gym bros or staff. Hongjoong had to admit, it was definitely the most careful approach he had heard in a while. Some other members' past attempts had been comical.

Jongho brushed over and not to mention the fact that you had been at one of their recent music show performances, though you did have a good covery story since you were with with two fellow team mates who were fans of some of the other groups that performed.

But what no one was aware of was how both you and Jongho disappeared for a solid quarter of an hour just to meet - luckily he knew the venue like the back of his hand at this point, so there were enough places to choose from.

After reiterating that both him and you were placing security and reputation above all else and were approaching every rendezvous with the seriousness of an investor risking his entire stock, he diverged.

He wanted to appeal to Hongjoong's emotions, something which he rarely did... to anyone really. It was more likely that he would approach someone and throw a couple of playful punches than drown in some 'feels'.

Hongjoong was so taken aback that he was almost disgusted, but nevertheless sat through Jongho's monologue on how "you know you go compose music and come back at random times, or you spend hours modifying clothing or shoes or something and that time is never enough. Well that is how it is with Y/N."

"Believe me, I am still very much career focused, and, I'll have you know, so is she, but even though..." he paused, unsure if he could even use the pronoun in the way that his mind wanted to, but decided to go with it

"we are in different worlds... different playing fields," he chuckled, "we are one in the same when it comes to values, principles and what we want overall."

"And what about when you go on tour, keep in mind, that the only reason why you were able to meet was because we did not have any schedules abroad yet. The next half a year is going to be crazy if you want to keep this up." Hongjoong countered, leaning against the wall behind him and giving his friend a once over.

He could not catch a single trace of the nervous wreck that had initially followed him into the room. Before him stood a man with intent, one who had is heart set and mind clear. And that was evident from Jongho's answer.

"Oh we have that planned out. If you want to hear the details, I'd be happy to explain." When he received a nod in confirmation, he proudly elaborated on how you two had spent an entire evening, two weeks ago, comparing schedules and down to the possible hours available, wrote out contact times and rest breaks in your phones.

"Damn, isn't that like... overwhelming?" Hongjoong felt tired just from hearing that.

"But it works, so it is worth it." Jongho stood his ground.

All this conversation really did was confirm that he indeed was serious about you, and was not going to let go any time soon, if ever.

Hongjoong had no choice but to give his blessing to the maknae, not before scolding him and telling him to be a bit more chill with the others and for him to keep that military energy to his relationship.

Mission success. He was free. And most importantly, free to love.

Once the captain was out of the room, and Jongho himself was heading out, he took his phone from his pocket to shoot you a quick text divulging the details of what just happened, and to wish you luck for the coming stressful period of trying out for the national team.

He grinned to himself when he opened the conversation with you. Both of you had saved each other as "PT 🏋🏻‍♀️" and took the liberty to choose the strangest photographs that both obscured identity and had the power to start a laughing fit.

His photo of you was a blurry shot of you mid freestyle routine, contorted like a forest goblin and reaching after the football like it was "your precioussss"

Oh gosh he was in love with this.

To be fair the photo that you had of him was equally as flattering, and on top of that your collection need not be 'homemade', as you had eagle-eyed memelord fans on your side to give you bullying content (all in good fun of course, you could never attack this teddy bear who you had completely fallen for)

His entire focus on the screen, he barely noticed a wild Yeosang, totally still, with a smug face.

"Oh hey, Yeosang, didn't see you there. What brings you out here?"

"Room got too loud. Mingi is singing something that sounds like death metal, Woo has reached the stage where he is laughing so hard no sound is coming out and 'joong and 'hwa look like lost parents."

"I see. So the usual." Jongho looked off to the side awkwardly, while Yeosang held his gaze level and was unfazed.

"You are down bad, bro." A short phrase, but one that shot through the maknae, making him gasp and nearly burst out laughing. So he heard everything. Of course he did.

"Any chance of making you keep this quiet?"

"I'll give you exactly one way to bribe me, and then I'll take this with me to the grave if you want."

"What is it?"

"Fried chicken. Any time I ask. For a month."

"Done deal."

"Pleasure doing business with you. Now let's go, we've been doing whatever for long enough."

And that was how Jongho managed to arrange for your relationship to be kept entirely secret for the next year and a half.

You had qualified for the national team, and ATEEZ was making it big. He was cheering for you, and you were cheering for him.

Though the time you could spend together fluctuated and was constantly adapting, neither of you were ever deterred by it, taking it day by day, being open and highly responsible when it came to your relationship. You two were the constant.

Slowly but surely, Jongho's reputation as an idol sports ace came to an ever higher prominence, as in a couple of variety shows he showed off his impressive coordination when doing some football tricks, power when during a match against another team he completed owned the game as a forward (how could he perform in any other way he was your boyfriend, for goodness' sake)

Hongjoong and Yeosang were totally not grinning like Cheshire cats, having the knowledge that they did. After any time Jongho presented his newly improved skills in a show, Yeosang would approach him to give him a pat on the back, in the style of "you did your girl proud"

Now, after the 1.5 year mark, right about the time when you two began to discuss the potential for making the relationship even more serious, together you decided to approach management to see how you could proceed.

Frankly, neither your agent nor any other staff could care less - pop off kid, you go be a power couple, so long as you make it to practice at 5AM and be a beast out on the pitch. You had not been worried about how that discussion was to go, so it went smoothly.

Jongho, on the other hand, was cracking. He had heard far too many stories of fellow idols being cancelled, getting into scandals or being fired all for just... being in love? And the last thing he wanted was to lose you.

You agreed to accompany him and be there if he needed it.

Though it was a long conversation, the boss was astounded at Jongho being the member to approach him with such a situation. His tactics had to be commended.

Upon hearing that you were waiting outside of the office, you were invited in at the speed of light, only to find out that, as luck would have it, the boss was a supporter of your team.

Your heart light, Jongho's face adorned by a gummy smile and the boss getting an autograph (which you were hesitant to give because you knew you needed to improve and grow, but the boss insisted, saying "an ever brighter future is ahead of you") - you two walked through the building, hand in hand, straight into a practice room where the rest of ATEEZ was gathered.

Jongho had asked Hongjoong beforehand to gather the members just in case, and if things did not work out just make it a legit practice and let him fight his management. But fortunately, things went as best as they could.

And now he could relish in the rest of the members' shock as they saw you walk through the door, HANDS LOCKED WITH THEIR PRECIOUS MAKNAE

OH HE IS A MAN ISN'T HE

THE MAN EVEN

After the initial wave of shouting, louder even than the stadiums where you had played, all of you settled down in a circle, mainly to interrogate Jongho and to inquire into your entire life.

The members took a liking to you, realising how you had full understanding of their profession, had total respect of any boundaries, and at the same time, was kind hearted and humorous.

And then you produced small gifts for each of the members out of your bag, and hereby, you gained full approval.

On any other day Jongho would probably punch the living daylights out of Mingi, San and Wooyoung teasing him about "when the wedding was" and call Seonghwa a sentimental mother. But he was too happy to care.

Yunho was happily chatting away with you, while Yeosang was busy unpacking his present.

Jongho caught eyes with Hongjoong, who was sitting to his right and was attempting to quieten the more 'enthusiastic' members down, and reciprocated a warm smile, appreciating the quick thumbs up.

He squeezed your hand, knowing that he was always going to be on your team. Cheering you on.

[wandaromanova]

Believer

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: swearing, gaslighting

A/N: hello! i can’t even remember the last time i wrote an angst piece. so, if this isn’t the greatest, that’s why haha. happy reading <3

anons requested : Hiiii, I saw that u need some wanda/nat angst fic requests. Could you do one where nat is just so emotionally detached from reader in their relationship and one day nat just blows up at reader and ends it, and then reader moves on w someone?// love ur fics btw, u make good ones💕 + i see you’re writing again 😏 angsty requests??? I don’t mind how about one with nat idk make me sob. “Everything is temporary, this was merely one of those things." And maybe this too- “We can start over. I'll do anything, everything can be perfect. Just please don't leave me." just an idea hope all is well! :))

Summary: An adversary of love becomes an ally.

Word Count: 4.6K | navigation

please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work. reblogs, likes, and comments are always welcome. <3

They say that in the face of conflict and danger, love will always prevail. The general population perceives love as a consistent and unsurmountable force, but that’s far from the truth. In reality, it's an unpredictable path full of twists and turns, with no indication of where it will lead you next.

It’s a gamble; love. You either put in everything you have or nothing at all. However, both options come with risk and lack the safety net of certainty.

If you put all your time and effort into someone, will it be a waste of time? Or could it blossom into a beautiful relationship? If you do nothing, will you regret not taking the chance whilst it presented itself to you? Could you have lost out on the love of your life?

For her entire life, Natasha Romanoff hadn’t so much as entertained the idea of love. She thought it was a ridiculous, unrealistic sentiment that lost souls conjured up to help them sleep better at night. 

The idea that there exists one person who was perfectly made for them, the love they haven’t met yet; that’s one thought that could get someone through the agonizingly slow days.

To Natasha, however, love only existed in movies and books, forms of art that specialized in transporting audiences to improbable realities.

Natasha would laugh at herself at times. She lived in a world of superheroes, magic, and Gods. Hell, she got emails from a talking raccoon from space whose best friend was a talking tree. 

And yet, she never believed in love, that was until she met the one person who turned her world upside down; Y/N L/N.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

You were a college student with a part-time barista job at a tiny coffee shop located directly across from the Avengers Tower. The place was always packed, customers pouring in and lingering for hours in hopes of seeing one of the earth’s mightiest heroes. 

The majority chose to sit at the small tables outside, looking toward the sky to see if they could catch a glimpse of Iron-Man soaring through the sky or Thor flying with his hammer in hand.

Others would decided to lounge inside of the small shop, trying to be “different” from the rest in the event that one of the superheroes would walk in. They believed that if they didn’t react, it would increase their chances of being noticed.

As someone who’s worked there for over a year now, you knew that none of the heroes had ever stepped foot in the shop. Of course, you weren’t allowed to say that out loud. The close proximity to the Tower and the slim chance of an Avenger spotting was what kept the business alive. It’s what made your paycheck, after all. 

But, to your disbelief, an Avenger decided to visit the shop one day and changed your life forever. 

It was a normal day, the bustling of customers and the sound of multiple blenders resounded throughout the small space as you hurriedly poured a caramel frappuccino into a cup.

You quickly handed the drink to its owner and moved toward the register to help the next person in line with a faux happy expression and slightly exaggerated ‘customer service’ tone. 

“Hi! Welcome to Manhattan Mocha: where your satisfaction is our quota. How can I help ya?”

You internally rolled your eyes at the corny line you were required to recite to every customer you dealt with. However, your eyes widened when you realized who was right in front of you; Natasha Romanoff. 

The redhead smirked slightly, at what? You didn’t know. You didn’t have time to ponder the answer as the woman in front of you spoke. “I’ll have a plain black coffee, venti,” You were thrown off by her voice, the raspiness of it immediately making itself known to you.

It took you a second to gather yourself, determined to be professional for the duration of the simple, yet unbelievable interaction. “One venti black coffee. Under what name?” You grabbed a plastic cup and marker, preparing to write on it. 

There was a momentary pause and you looked up at the redhead expectantly. She stared at you with an amused, toothless smile on her face. “Natasha.” She finally replied and you scribbled her order and name onto the cup, swiftly handing it to one of your coworkers.

Your attention returned to Natasha as she paid for her drink. You were proud of yourself for not completely making a fool out of yourself, but that changed sooner than you’d have liked.

“Thank you… Y/N.” She nodded curtly, and you were unable to hide your confusion. “How do you know my name?” You asked dumbly, which in you’d admit, wasn’t your brightest moment. 

“It’s on your nametag.” The redhead chuckled quietly and you looked down at your shirt, eyes landing on the tag pinned to the clothing with your name in bold.

Luckily, your coworker finished with her order, handing the full cup of coffee to you, before you had the chance to embarrass yourself further. 

“Right! I’m sorry. Thank you, please come again!” You blushed profusely, the embarrassment practically radiating off of you.

“Oh. I definitely will.” Natasha gave you one last friendly smile as she took the cup out of your hand, walking out quickly to avoid being bombarded by the many customers who were eyeing her.

While you were freaking out over how you singlehandedly humiliated yourself in front of Natasha Romanoff, the redhead couldn’t get you out of her mind after the exchange. 

There was something magnetic about you. Natasha couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was that pulled her in. Maybe it was your bright Y/E/C eyes, or your graceful softness, or maybe it was all of the above. 

The only thing the redhead knew for sure was that she wanted to get to know you better, and so she did. 

She made it a point to grab a cup of coffee from your work every day she was able to. It took Natasha three days after she met you to return to the shop.

She would’ve gone the next day, but she was worried about coming on too strong… even if ordering coffee is completely normal. So, she finally gained courage and walked in her heart racing as she caught sight of you at the register. 

As soon as she got to the front of the line, she offered you a shy smile, accompanied by her utterance of, “You asked me to come again. So... here I am.”

As the weeks progressed, the assassin found ways to fit the quick coffee trips into her schedule. It wasn’t like the place was out of the way, it was literally across the street.

She looked forward to seeing you at the shop every day, which made the days she couldn’t go, unbearable. But on the bright side, she picked up on small details about you, over time. 

Your favorite color was baby blue, seeing as you discreetly incorporated the color into your outfits each day. Whenever you got nervous, you’d bite your lip and tap your index finger rhythmically against the marble countertop.

She couldn’t help but smile when your nervous habit would make an appearance each time she approached you, a telltale sign that you were just as anxious as she was to be in each other’s presence.

It took four months for Natasha to finally ask you out on a date, and of course, you said yes. Everything went incredible, and one date led to many more.

The more time you spent with Natasha, the more your perception of her changed. This became even more apparent after the two of you became official, the seriousness of your relationship increasing. 

You ended up viewing the Russian in a different light than you previously had. Before, she was a sort of celebrity to you, one of the heroes on the news who saved New York City from an army of aliens.

But as the stolen moments and heartfelt conversations progressed, you realized just how real she was. She wasn’t the Black Widow, the Avenger, and superspy. 

She was just Natasha; your love, and you were hers.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

Out of the many adjectives used to describe Natasha, loyal reigned consistently.

In the face of danger, even as death looked her in the eyes, her devotion to her team and agency would never waver.

The redhead was a woman of her word and would remain true to her allegiances until the very end without fail.

She just wished more than anything, that she could say the same about her love and commitment to you. 

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

Three Years Later

Your relationship with Natasha had been full of love and mutual understanding, until it wasn’t.

Natasha had been uncharacteristically absent. You would see less of her as the months passed by. Each time you’d propose some alone time together, your girlfriend would suddenly be needed on a week-long, no-contact mission.

Of course, you understood completely. Being a superhero wasn’t your typical job and there weren’t any rules to it. Inconvenient work calls came with the territory of Natasha’s profession, but her absence wouldn’t have stung so much if her presence hadn’t mirrored it.

When she actually showed up, you’d try to converse with the Russian throughout dinner, simple small talk. You’d ask about her day or if anything interesting happened at work, but you were met with an emotionless stare and monotonous hum.

She’d hear what you were saying, but she wasn’t listening to a single word you said. Eventually, you would give up and fall into an uncomfortable silence, the clatter of cutlery the only sound left to be heard.

You’d get into an empty bed at night, the hope of waking up to her beside you and the memory of her body pressed up against yours, being the only comfort to lull you to sleep when her embrace couldn’t.

However, when you’d wake, the scene would remain the same; smoothed over sheets as if no one had ever been there. The only indication that your girlfriend had ever shown up was the warmth of her body lingering against the linen.

You were going through an inner turmoil and so was Natasha, but for different reasons. While you tried to figure out how to remedy the remnants of your relationship, the redhead was trying to figure out how to love you again.

Unbeknownst to you, her change in attitude was a direct effect of the immense guilt she was battling.

Natasha couldn’t decipher the origin of her sudden change of feelings. She knew she loved you because she did… right? You were the love she never thought she deserved. Your mere presence used to bring her so much joy. Used to. So, what changed?

That was a question that the redhead asked herself every day, which she didn’t know the answer to.

Natasha wasn’t oblivious to the pain her actions, or lack thereof, had been causing you. It made her hate herself even more. How could she be loyal to everyone except the one person that mattered? How could so much love take an unwarranted leave of absence without reason?

Albeit, Nat tried extremely hard to focus on the things you’d say to her, but she simply couldn’t find it in herself, for the life of her, to care. Before, she hung onto every word you’d utter as if it were a sacred prayer, but now they were nothing but an unrelenting curse.

Your desperate attempts to restore the flame that died out were devastating. You’d reach for Natasha’s hand during movie nights at the Avengers Compound, which she only let you take because the two of you were surrounded by her teammates. Not that she’d ever tell you that, but she didn’t need to.

You knew.

After getting to know Natasha inside and out, you could spot her discomfort from a mile away. Her shoulders would tense the moment your skin meets hers, she’d stiffen and hold still, as if refraining from snatching her hand out of your grip. It reminded you of the early stages of your relationship.

Affection was a hard thing for Nat to get used to. The only form of contact she made with others was during missions, which were anything but gentle. All she knew about human touch was the damage it could cause. 

After being deprived of tenderness throughout her life, it took nearly a year for your girlfriend to get comfortable with the physical aspects of a relationship. 

It seemed as if with each step forward you took with Natasha, some invisible force pushed you back until your once loving relationship was nothing but a small silhouette in the distance.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

Newton’s third law of motion states that what goes up, must come down. As it turns out, relationships aren’t exempt from this theory. 

You’d experienced the highest of highs with Natasha. From the late-night marathons of your favorite tv show, cuddled into her side, to the kisses she’d place against every ounce of your face as she woke you in the early hours of the morning.

Dancing in the small kitchen of your quaint apartment, her firm arms wrapped securely around your waist. Afternoons spent under the beaming sun, laying on a soft blanket in the middle of a park while pointing out clouds shaped like animals. 

But, there were also many lows. Countless nights of worrying when your girlfriend was away on confidential missions, fearful that one day she wouldn’t return.

Petty arguments that were blown out of proportion, neither of you remembering why you started fighting in the first place. But you never considered those times your relationship’s lowest point.

Little did you know, rock bottom with Natasha would turn out to be your final moment with her.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

It was late into the night when Natasha waltzed into your apartment.

The assassin was caught off guard when she caught sight of your slumped-over form sitting on the couch expectantly. You were never up at this hour, seeing as you were always asleep before midnight. 

“You’re up late.” The redhead muttered out as she took off her shoes, relief washing over her as she freed herself from the constricting material. She made her way behind the couch where you sat, making a beeline for the bedroom.

However, she stopped in her tracks when you spoke.

“I have to be if I want to see my girlfriend for more than five minutes.” 

Natasha immediately picked up on your angry tone, her eyes hardening as she turned around, gaze set on the back of your head.

“Excuse me?” The redhead raised an eyebrow as you stood up, whipping around to face her. “Nat, I barely see you and when I do, it’s like you’re not even here.” You let out a sigh as your girlfriend glared at you.

“You know how busy I am. You should be grateful that I even make time for you.” You felt anger rise in your chest, staring at your girlfriend in disbelief. 

“I should be grateful you make time for me? I’m your girlfriend! Making time for me is the bare fucking minimum and you can’t even do that!”  You raised your voice, fingers running through your hair in frustration.

“I do make time for you. I’m here, aren’t I?” Natasha was annoyed, eyebrows scrunched together tightly, arms crossed over her chest.

“Yeah, you’re here, but you make me feel like you don’t want to be.” You murmured sadly, eyes glancing down to the couch that separated you from the redhead.

“I’m not making you feel that way. You’re making yourself feel that way.” Natasha grumbled out as she analyzed you, trying to figure out what you’re going to say next.

“Even if that were the case, you should be trying to make me feel better like you used to, not kicking me when I’m already down.”

An uncomfortable silence fell, the tension practically suffocating you both. You waited for a response from the redhead, deciding to speak when you were met with white noise.

“What’s going on, Nat? What changed?” You asked the question that had been haunting you since her change in behavior. However, you wish you never asked.

“I don’t love you anymore.” 

The air felt like it had been taken from your lungs, a pang of hurt taking over you as Natasha showed no emotion, her expression cold as ice.

“What?” It was the only thing you could say without breaking down, the disbelief and heartache written all over your face.

“Everything is temporary, this was merely one of those things." Natasha shrugged nonchalantly, no sign of care in the words she spoke.

“This? You mean the love and trust we spent three years building together? Was only temporary to you? You told me so many times that you wanted to be together until the end. Did you not mean that?”

Your voice cracked as you refrained from crying, although your watery eyes betrayed you.

“I did mean it, Y/N. This is the end.”

Each syllable she spoke pushed the dagger further into your heart, but you fought down the pain and tried to stop the bleeding.

 "We can start over. I'll do anything, everything can be perfect. Just please don't leave me."

You begged frantically as you watched Natasha walk toward the front door. Despite your panicked state, you remained glued to your spot, paralyzed as you watched her every move.

“You’re right, we can start over… without each other.” 

As soon as she got her shoes back on, Natasha hastily opened the door, slamming it behind her as she walked out. All you could do was stand there in shock, tears streaming down your face as you mourned the relationship you never thought would wither.

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No one ever said the healing process was an easy one. An entire year of reeling occurred after that night.

You’d become a shell of your old self, no longer finding enjoyment in the things that used to bring a smile to your face. Everything seemed to have a memory of Natasha connected to it.

The small, empty space beside your coffee cup that used to hold hers, the coolness of your bedsheets that used to hold her warmth.

It seemed as if your entire apartment was a constant reminder of the love you had lost. 

You were convinced that you wouldn’t have gotten through the agonizing heartache if it weren’t for your best friend; Wanda Maximoff.

You’d grown close to the Sokovian throughout the duration of your relationship with Natasha. You were around the Compound frequently and had a natural bond with the brunette that came easily. 

She had been your rock long before the breakup, but she became even more so after the fact.

Wanda would come into your apartment each day she could, using the spare key you had given her. She’d wake you, using her powers to yank the sheets off of your body, knowing that if she didn’t, you’d lay there all day and neglect your needs. She refused to leave your side, helping you through each episode of sorrow that crept up on you.

Even at the height of your sadness, Wanda still managed to bring a smile to your face. Whether it was while playing Uno, the Sokovian protesting whenever you’d drop a +4 card, or the way she would have corny jokes on standby.

She would even do ridiculous things with her powers to cheer you up, exaggerating her hand movements that you’d teased her relentlessly for in the past. She was the breath of fresh air that you needed after drowning in the depths of desolation. 

Truthfully, you thought that Wanda would leave you when Natasha did, she was her teammate after all. But, to your surprise, the witch showed up at your doorstep the day after the breakup, consoling you as you collapsed into her open arms, unable to contain yourself as you found comfort in her presence.

“I thought I lost you too.”

“Never. You’re stuck with me, L/N.”

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Two Years Later

Falling in love with Wanda was the most cathartic experience you’d ever been through. Everything was natural and you never had moments of doubt when you were with her, unlike your previous relationship.

They say that love is never easy, but with Wanda, oddly enough, it was. 

Everything fell into place the day you confessed your feelings to her. Your stars aligned and created a beautiful constellation in the world you created with her. She was your home.

You never thought of Natasha anymore, the whole ordeal with her a distant memory. You had moved on from the pain of the past, assuming Natasha had too. 

However, you eventually learned that your assumptions weren’t always correct.

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Wanda had invited you to a party that Tony had decided to throw, in honor of the Avengers’ fiftieth successful mission. The music was loud, the bass beating against your chest while your girlfriend stood beside you, debating with Sam and Bucky over which Harry Potter movie was the best. 

You just stood there, enjoying the feeling of Wanda’s side flush against your own, watching their passionate conversation in amusement. Your attention diverted to the crowded room, a mess of bodies jumping around to the beat of the blaring music.

Despite the countless amount of people in the room, your eyes managed to find a familiar pair of emerald eyes already on you; Natasha.

Her eyes glanced down at Wanda’s arm, still around your waist on caressing the skin of your hip with the pad of her thumb. Even though many years have passed since you’d last seen her, you could still read her well. 

A mix of sadness, anger, and guilt flashed across her features, her hand tightening around the cup of what you assumed was whiskey; her favorite. 

She looked at Wanda for a moment, envy taking over all of the aforementioned emotions. It made you uncomfortable, the way that she stared.

It was as if your life were a play, and Wanda was merely the understudy for her role as your lover.

The redhead nodded her head to the side, in the direction of the door, before heading toward it. You contemplated whether or not you should follow her. On one hand, you were confident that you’d moved on and that you were more than happy with the woman beside you. But, on the other, there was a part of you that longed for closure. 

In order to start writing your story with Wanda, you had to finish the one you wrote with Natasha.

“You should go talk to her.” You jumped slightly at the sound of your girlfriend’s voice, tilting your head to the side as she stared at you with a small smile. 

“Your thoughts are loud, detka. It’s okay.” You couldn’t help but smile at that, placing a soft peck against her lips. “Are you sure?” You asked, not wanting to upset the Sokovian in any way. 

“Positive. I’ll be right here when you get back.” She placed a kiss against your forehead, squeezing your hip gently before letting go. You sent her a reassuring smile before heading toward the door.

When you made it out the door, you immediately noticed the redhead further down the hall. You anxiously make your way toward her, her gaze set on you until you stopped in front of her. 

“Hi.” Your spoke, voice coming out quieter than you wanted it to be. “Hey.” Nat let out, and you were hit with a sense of deja vu. You forgot how raspy her voice was, it brought you back to the first day you met her. 

You subconsciously began tapping your index finger against your thigh, and Natasha’s eyes watched the movement.

“You’re nervous.” She stated matter-of-factly and you nodded. The redhead let out a long sigh before deciding it was time to speak.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry for everything. If I could turn back time and right my wrongs, I’d do it in a heartbeat.” 

You’d never seen Natasha so vulnerable. Her eyes were practically begging you to believe her words. Her hands were clenched into tight fists, her fingernails digging into the flesh of her palms.

“It’s okay, Natasha. I forgave you a long time ago.” You spoke softly, a weight lifting off your shoulders at her apology.

“I know I wasn’t the best girlfriend. I treated you like you meant nothing to me, but really, you’re the only person that matters to me. I love you.”

Natasha began rambling, but you interrupted her before she could go any further. 

“I’m sorry. You love me? That’s not what you said three years ago, it was quite the opposite actually.” You raised your eyebrow at her, irritation brewing inside of you at her words.

“I know, but I was an idiot three years ago. I’m not the same person, Y/N. I still love you. I never stopped loving you.”

Natasha bit her lip as she stared at you nervously.

“I wish I could say the same, but I can’t. I love Wanda now, and nothing is changing that.” You tensed when the redhead took a step closer to you.

“Please. There has to be some part of you that still loves me.” The Russian’s stare was intense as she awaited your next words. She was terrified, being open about her feelings wasn’t her forte.

“You’re right, somewhere deep, deep down I still have some love for you. But every part of me belongs to Wanda now.”

You stood your ground, the truth behind your words clear as day to the woman in front of you. She always knew when you were lying, and she wished more than anything that you were in this instance.

“I can fix everything, please just me another chance.” Natasha reached out to grab your hand, and you quickly retreated it from her reach, anger bubbling deep within your chest.

“It’s too late, Natasha. You don’t get to beg me for another chance. I put my dignity aside and begged you to stay that day, but you chose to leave.” You glared at her in disgust, taking a step back as she frowned, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

“You chose to leave. That’s on you.”

There was a moment of stillness, the only sound was your heavy breathing as you tried to compose yourself. The redhead stared down at the ground before looking back up at you.

“What does she have that I don’t?”

“Me.”

Natasha visibly deflated as she finally allowed her tears to escape, leaving a trail of despair across her flushed cheeks. She watched as you turned around, heading back to the door you previously emerged from. You stopped in front of the door, stopping to look at the woman you used to love one more time.

“I took your advice. I started over without you. You should do the same.”

And with that, you opened the door and walked back into the party. Natasha stayed glued to her spot as unbearable pain took over, uncontrollable sobs surpassing her lips as her body shook violently.

It was in that moment that she realized the true reason behind her despise of love; if love was real, then the heartbreak would be too.

Love is a gamble, and she had lost everything she had to her name and more. And it was all her fault.

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ㅤㅤㅤNatasha Romanoff never believed in love, ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤuntil she lost hers.

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HI CAN I REQUEST 58 61 AND 99 WITH SUKUNA🥺

Kitchen encounters with the King of Curses

SUKUNA X F!READER// fluff+ nsfw!!// 1.9k+

the 3 kitchen encounters that changed your relationship with Sukuna. 

#58 “Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.” 

 #61 “If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.”

#99 “You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.” 

(Tags/Warnings- starts out with crack and fluff but MAJOR smut and filth at the end! Degradation, Oral (receiving), creampie, being bent over a table??)

A/N: you can either consider the reader to be in a poly relationship with both Yuji and Sukuna, or you can just take Yuji as your room-mate/friend. 

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“Oh my god stop it- what is wrong with you argh-”

“I will burn down this kitchen the next time you try to put such an atrocious thing near me again-”

You snorted in the corner, hands coming up to suppress your uncontrollable laughter. You never thought there would be a day you’d watch the mouth of your lover try to attack it’s own host (and your room-mate) after Yuji had promptly tried to pop in a piece of coffee jelly into the mouth on his palm. Noticing your presence, the curse spat a few bitter words at you too while Yuji pleaded for your help in the background,

“He said he was hungry!” Yuji exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

“Well, I don’t think he did anything wrong then Sukuna, it’s not like you specified what you were hungry for...” You replied, tone laced with playfulness as you watched the mouth disappear from Yuji’s palm.

It was silent for a while, and you heard Yuji sigh with relief, but it was short-lived as the mouth once again reappeared on his neck, a smirk growing as it lowly said,

“Now that I think of it, I do know what I’m hungry for. You know, there wasn’t a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in.”

The comment was enough to make heat crawl up your entire face, prompting Yuji to shoo away at the mouth with his hand (not a great idea because he did get bitten in the process). 

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“Where’s the milk?”

You yelped, almost dropping the said milk carton at the sudden intrusion of a deep voice that you didn’t think you would ever get used to. Turning around, you realised that it wasn’t just a mouth on some part of Yuji’s body that spoke, but the king of curses in flesh himself. Very much in flesh indeed as he walked around in just a pair of sweatpants. Concentrating hard on keeping your eyes above his chest, you asked,

“Must you get rid of the shirt every single time you shift?”

“Yes” he replied without missing a beat. You pretended to ignore the sharp-set pair of eyes that were darting down your bare legs.

“And why do you need milk ? I didn’t think you required food for sustenance...or even preferred it.”

“I need it to take a bath of course.”

You scrunched your eyebrows, head tilting in confusion as you contemplated if he was being serious.

He countered with a look of his own that made it seem like his request was the most obvious thing in the world.

“And perhaps..you can join me” He said while covering the distance between you both in two long strides

Your face flustered at his suggestive tone, a hand reaching down to tug at your over-sized shirt nervously. His eyes darkened as his eyes raked down your body once more. Your breath hitched in your throat as he placed a hand right beside your head on the kitchen shelf, leaning forward until you could feel his breath on your neck,

“If you don’t change out of those shorts and into some pants , I’ll have them around your ankles by lunch time.” he whispered.

You gasped, half intimidated- half excited as his other hand lightly trailed up your side. But then just as quickly, you felt the warmth of his bare skin leave as he took a few steps back away from you. Noticing the sudden emptiness in your hand, you snapped your head up, your eyes meeting a pair of mischievous ones , whose possessor now held the milk carton in one hand as he walked away whistling a tune you didn’t quite know.

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It would be an understatement to say that Yuji’s mission had been a train-wreck. The biggest flaw being that you, a civilian, not only got dragged into it, but were also gravely injured. The higher ups had only let him get away with it because despite being utterly beaten and ruined himself, he had still risked his life to make sure he carried you to safety. No one knew that it wasn’t actually Yuji, who had ended up succumbing to his injuries, but the malicious curse instead who had gently nosed at your hair, carrying you back home as he, in his words, “forbid you from leaving him alone in this ramshackled world.”

That was the last you had seen of him, Yuji being caught up in meetings with the higher ups as you stayed in the now protected apartment, still recovering. And now here you were, standing in the kitchen in a comfy pair of shorts and sweatshirt, waiting for your tea to heat up in the microwave.

“Well, well, what did I say about you not changing out of those shorts...” 

Your entire body stilled for a second at the voice that had become as familiar to you as the back of your hand. Turning around, your eyes met his, relieved that he was finally back. 

Sukuna seemed to be in a daze as you walked towards him, your arms encasing his torso as you buried your head into his chest. When you didn’t feel him embrace you back, you pulled away worriedly. You knew it wasn’t just the strain on Yuji’s body that made him seem tired, his eyes were sunken, almost hollowed out as he continued to stare into your face. Your hand reached up to caress his face as a way of asking if he was okay. That finally seemed to snap him back to reality as leaned further into your touch.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.” He mumbled onto the skin of your palm, eyes moving up to meet yours.

Your heart swelled with joy at the raw tenderness in his words. Getting up on your tip-toes, you pressed your lips to his, hands moving to entangle in his hair. Small pecks turned into deep passionate kisses as your tongues clashed with each other. You lightly squealed as his arms wrapped around you, easily picking you up and putting you on the marble counter-top.

For once you were mad that he hadn’t ripped apart Yuji’s shirt as your hands slid under it to run your nails across his muscular abdomen. He got the message as he deftly pulled it over his head in one go, doing the same for your shirt and bra that were ripped off of you and discarded somewhere on the floor. Your shorts soon enough joining the pile.

Sukuna’s hands wandered and travelled all across the expanse of your body. Everywhere except for right where you wanted him. His mouth sucked hickeys onto the skin of your neck as his hands fondled your breasts, rolling around and pinching your sensitive nipples.

You cried out his name, a plea asking for more. It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard and the curse decided that it won’t be the last time he does so. His lips trailed down your body, making sure to leave a trail of evidence behind, teeth coming into the mix to leave a bite-mark every now and then. Looking up at you from between your thighs, he had never had a better view. His mouth watered at the sight of your dripping heat as he pulled apart your legs. You were literally spread out like a feast on the table, a feast that was all for him to enjoy.

“Plea-please- need you to touch me.”

“Patience, my love.”

He ran a digit around your sensitive nub, another finger dipping down to add some lubrication to his perverse ministrations. You swore you saw stars as he finally leaned forward, pulling your thighs over his shoulders as his tongue rolled out to lick a broad stripe across your folds. The moans of your pleasure mixed in with the slurping sounds of him licking away at your juices only seemed to spur him on further as his lips suctioned around your swollen clit, making you buck your hips into his face. One of his hands slid up to knead one of your tits as he continued to devour you. You suddenly felt a wet sensation across your nipple, looking down to see the mouth on his palm nibbling at your bud. The mouth on his palm pulled your nipple into its mouth at the same time that Sukuna’s tongue latched around your clit, his teeth lightly grazing the hood making you scream out his name as your orgasm crashed through you.

Your chest was heaving, eyes still closed when he came up, teeth nibbling on the side of your jaw as his hand pushed away stray hair out of your face,

“You were so needy just a while ago. Already tired are we?” He asked in a playful mocking tone.

“Not in the-” You panted slightly, “...least bit.”

He looked up at you, hooded eyes filled with lust as he licked a stripe right across your jaw to your ear, before moving away, making you whine.

“So impatient...” He commented, clicking his tongue as he pulled you up, melding his lips with yours once more as your hands moved to explore the expanse of his broad shoulders.

“I want you bent over this counter. Now.” He growled out against your lips, barely moving back as you rushed to hop down and turn over, his hands already pushing your back down.

One of his hands reached to the front to rub your slick heat, the other pulling his thick member out of his briefs, a moan escaping your mouth as he lightly tapped it against the inside of your thigh.

“ah- fuck-” You moaned out loud as two of his fingers filled you up, but it wasn’t enough, “Sukuna- please- need you to inside me so bad” You choked on your words as you begged.

“Only since you asked so nicely.” was the response as the hand that was covered in your slick now moved up to wrap across your throat as Sukuna lined himself up with your folds. You threw your head back against his chest, gripping the edge of the table as he entered you.

“I’m not even halfway through and you’re already so stretched out...stuffed all full of my cock like the needy little slut you are huh?”

Your eyes rolled back at his filthy words, hips jutting out towards him more as he filled you completely. Both of you moaned in unison as he started to move, hands gripping onto your hips tight enough to leave bruises as he relentlessly thrusted into you. You groaned in both pain and pleasure as a harsh slap came down onto your ass, followed by an arm lifting one of your legs up. His cock brushed against that one sensitive spot inside your walls at the new angle, his thrusts getting deeper with each stroke as you came undone once again with a loud scream, his name like a plea on your lips. Sukuna found his own release soon enough, pulling out to spray the lower half of your back with his seed, making a mess everywhere.

You were in a post-sex daze as you felt yourself being lifted up and carried into the bathroom. Soon enough, you found yourself being lowered into a hot bath, another body joining you as arms wrapped around your figure, making you sigh and nuzzle into the familiar scent. You felt your eyes fall shut, a small smile still etched on your lips, unbeknown to the two pair of eyes on the curse’s face, filled with adoration, as they stared down at you. 

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The next morning, you sat on the same countertop you had been utterly ruined on top of last night, the eyes of your lover  (who had reluctantly carried you out from the comfort of your bed because you were hungry at 6 am and couldn’t walk by yourself) met yours as he pulled out the box of blueberries from the fridge.

“Maybe you’d like to give another chance to coffee jelly now-”

“I will kill you-”

“I’ll feed it to you if you want you kno-”

You were cut off by a pair of lips pressing against your own in a gentle kiss,

“I have something much more delicious right here already.”

[chimcess]

Waterlog {P.J.M.} (Teaser)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader(Past Namjoon x Reader) Other tags:Doctor!Jimin, Swim Coach!Reader, Disabled!Reader, Ex alcoholic!Jimin,  Ex alcoholic!Reader, Ex Drug addict!Reader, AA!AU Genre:Recovering Addict! AU, Strangers to lovers! AU, HEAVY Angst, Slow Burn, Eventual Fluff, Mutual Pining,18+, M Word Count: TBD (~40k ;-; my bad) Released Date: 06/15/2022 Synopsis:  wa·ter·log|verb| to saturate with water “For just a second of a second, I was floating. We were alone, him and I, and no one else mattered. I felt myself breathe and managed to give him a small smile. He responded with another blinding show of teeth and I swore I saw my entire life play out at that moment.”

Warnings: Talks of past drug use, talks of past alcohol abuse, discussions of major death (does not happen in story), Reader had major depression and anxiety, Reader has a prosthetic leg, Talks of bad car accident, Talks of drunk driving, Small town leads to a lot of gossip and mean rumors, Jimin is a suffer in silence type, ANGST, Mentions of toxic relationships (not between MC and Jimin), Side character death (not in story), Strong language, kissing, intense make out, Talks of prosthetics and disabilities, Reader has not come to terms with being an amputee, Bitterness, Guilt, Huge insecuries, Jimin and MC are working towards getting better  

A/N: Ha ha...haaaaaa. So, in the middle of writing the next part of The Spork, this idea popped into my head and I can’t stop writing it. So, I felt it was only fair that I share this with you all since it’s causing my brain to short-circuit on everything else I even attempt to write. I mean that. I have written close to 20k and counting in about three days, so it’s safe to say that this has become my new obsession. This is a super heavy one to write and read but I also love everyone in my little world. I do think you should steer on the side of caution when diving into this one once it’s fully out as it does deal with some incredibly tough subjects that are not for everyone. (we’re not at the very beginning for this teaser)

I heard laughing as I unlocked my car and saw the group of men leaving. Apparently, both Jin and Hoseok decided to tag along. I was even happier I had declined. As much as I enjoyed them individually, Jin and Hoseok put together was asking the universe for a migraine. I smiled to myself and popped my truck to throw my bag back inside. It was such a mess that my hatchback was the only space not littered with papers, receipts, and old McDonald’s bags. I need to clean my car, I thought. I knew I would not. 

Then I heard it. It was loud but sweet, almost childlike in its inflection. I turned around just in time to see Dr.Park with his head thrown back and the biggest smile I had ever seen. He was laughing, probably at something Taehyung said if I was taking a guess, and he lightly stumbled on his own feet before laughing harder at himself. I found myself smiling. His good mood was contagious and I envied him for being able to laugh so freely. He had a dimple. Joon had two.

My smile was gone again. I needed to go. I slammed my trunk shut and quickly got inside, missing the pair of eyes following my every move.

[merakiui]

I was reading through your tags and you mentioned at some point the kazuscara roommates finding your onlyfans and I think I completely combusted—thus i present to you my brain rot of late: you attend the same school as them but you’re not actually friends, all you know about kazuha is that he’s the friendly regular at the cafe you work at, who makes polite conversation every now and then but otherwise is nothing of note. In reality he’s been stalking you for weeks ever since your first encounter, and is dead set on the idea that you’re this innocent, weak thing that needs to be protected (maybe he stepped in when you had a bad customer and your meek reply helped fester his delusions?). Scara, on the other hand, is only aware of your presence since you’re his favourite cam model that he recently found. (Since he’s a harbinger he’s probs loaded) Weeks of funnelling money towards you cause him to feel this unwarranted possessiveness, believing that since he’s been providing so much in your “relationship” that it’s time you reward him in turn. However, despite the unbridled interest they have toward you neither are aware of each other’s feelings for you— that is, until you happen to run into the both of them heading to your class. While both are known for maintaining their stoic masks, they’re friends for a reason— and instantly can tell the attraction their roommates have towards their own “lover”. After kazuha finds your onlyfans he’s certain that you’ve been coerced and wants to save you, while scara thinks it’s time that he’s stopped letting other plebeians look at his possession—so, despite their initial reservations, come together to form the ideal plan. When you find yourself waking up groggy in a room you don’t recognize, all they can do is look on with glee whilst planning their next course of action with their new belonging. They’re friends after all, and good friends share though, don’t they?

This is v long srry lol you can ignore this ofc!!

AAAH, ANON!! YES!!! <3 I couldn’t resist writing more on this concept. orz They make for such a terrifying pair when they work together!

(cw: yandere, stalking, nsfw, implied kidnapping/drugging, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, delusional thoughts, savior complex, implied violence)

What if Kazuha and Scara were just acquainted with one another and actually became closer through their mutual obsession with you? Yes, they’re roommates and ought to get along because they’re living together but they haven’t exactly clicked yet. They talk every now and then and know little things about each other. Nothing too special. They don’t really hang out outside of their dorm either, what with their class schedules being vastly different. And Kazuha’s always out of the dorm doing who-knows-what. Most of his time is spent at a café, where he’ll write and read and stare at you while you work. On the other hand, Scara prefers to stay inside if he doesn’t have a good reason to go out. He likes his alone time. Although he has enjoyed going to the library every now and then to study.

So maybe they need to find some common ground. Maybe they need a push in the right direction before they get closer.

Kazuha likes to stare. Talking to you is great, but he worries he’ll say too much and then he’ll be a nuisance, or you might not want to talk to him at all since you’re working. But you always regard him with a warm smile, happy to scribble his name on the plastic cup because you remember him. Because you recognize his familiar face and soft, gentle eyes. He’s the one who saved you from that rude customer, after all, and he’s a polite regular. Why wouldn’t you know him? You might look like you can handle those types of situations, but what Kazuha saw that day was something entirely different. You were nervous—so soft-spoken and scared. He absolutely has to protect you from those kinds of people now, doesn’t he?

And he does exactly that. He’s your second pair of eyes—your valiant knight in shining armor—who sees and hears all. Sometimes he goes to the café with the intention to simply watch over you and make sure no one’s bothering you. He can recall one time when a customer was speaking rudely about you because her drink hadn’t been prepared in a ‘timely manner.’ In reality it’s impossible to make a drink within a few seconds, especially when you’re already preoccupied with making another customer’s drink. She must’ve woken up on the wrong side of the bed, or maybe she’s just a hateful person in general. You didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of such fiery insults, though.

Her eyes just can’t see your perfection and therefore she does not deserve to see out of them.

Kazuha’s willing to wrestle with all of this darkness if it means you’ll stay safe, oblivious, and pure. You’re like a defenseless kitten, unable to protect yourself from the scary world. He writes about you a lot in his journal; you’re his muse—someone who constantly shows up in poems and short paragraphs where he tries to describe what your dream date might be or what type of wedding you’d prefer. Things get darker the deeper you delve into his writings, where you’ll find entries in great detail. Kazuha writes a lot and he doesn’t even mean to. He just has to get all of his thoughts on paper before they abandon him and he’s left with emptiness.

Everything you do is pure; you’re almost an equivalent to a holy being. Your smell is pure. Your body is pure. Your actions are pure. Your smile is pure. Even when you’re on the verge of crying from harsh customers or when you’re turning down a confession, you’re still pure. And Kazuha likes that about you because it’s special. There aren’t many people in his life who are completely pure. He’s been through a lot of rough things and has seen firsthand how impure people can be. It’s only fair that he gets a chance to protect purity itself.

He might have some impurities, but that doesn’t deter him from watching over you. As gentle and unassuming as he is, there are times when even he loses his composure. Not many are privy to these dark emotions of his. His smiles are sharp and venomous and his eyes fill with a gloom so dark it can swallow you whole. You’ll never see this side of him; he won’t allow it. Instead you’re treated to his sweet, calm side, where he feigns perfection in hopes of catching your interest.

As for Scara… He doesn’t really care about Kazuha in the beginning. He’s just someone he has to live with. It’s not a big deal and as long as he doesn’t try to make lots of pointless conversation everything will be okay. He prefers the peace and quiet, considering he’s acquainted with people who are far from peaceful and quiet. Scara’s relieved that Kazuha leaves the dorm so often because it gives him an opportunity to watch his favorite cam star’s most recent video. He’s your most loyal follower—someone who’s paid lots of money just to have access to the highest tier of rewards and such. He even got a private video where you addressed him and moaned out his name with lustful thoughts of him. Having lots of money comes in handy.

When he finds out that you go to the same school as him, he’s a little shocked. He didn’t expect you to be so close. You’re practically within touching distance. If only he knew your schedule. If only you were in one of his classes. It’s really annoying that he only knows your online presence and not who you might be in your personal life. The last thing he’s going to do is consult Childe, that popular athlete who knows literally everyone in the school for whatever reason. Surely he knows you. But he’ll die before he ever asks Childe for a favor.

Scara loves you out of every other cam model because you’re different. You’re not just trying to get fast cash. You’re genuine. You listen to your subscribers and their feedback. You do your best to improve and do even better streams than the previous ones. All of your hard work is overlooked by the other fools who watch your streams, but it isn’t overlooked by him. Scara appreciates your attention to detail and the way you’re able to hook him with your breathless voice alone. You’re very skilled at what you do, so it’s only fair you get paid for it.

But buying your services isn’t enough. It’s not a real relationship, but it certainly feels like it when he buys preferential treatment. Private shows, special requests, odd favors—you do it all because he pays for it. But this relationship isn’t going to be one-sided forever. You’ll have to pay him back in full eventually. Scara likes to think he has patience and that waiting is fine. It gives him more time to plan his next move—to figure out what he should do to finally have you all to himself. So that those private shows he watches through a screen can finally be real.

Scara finds the journal sitting innocently on Kazuha’s bed, its maroon cover and maple leaves pulling at his curiosity. He might not know everything about Kazuha, but he’d recognize this journal anywhere. His roommate almost always has it on his person. Scara wouldn’t be surprised if he slept with it. To say he’s curious would be absolutely correct. He can only wonder what Kazuha writes in that thing. Perhaps it’s just notes for a class. That’s what anyone would think, right?

Scara opens it and flips through the first few pages. They’re normal for the most part. Just a bunch of haikus and other useless scribbles. When he skips over some pages, he starts to find things that are far more interesting than poetry and doodles of cats. He finds the majority of the journal is comprised of information. More specifically, there are facts and other knowledge about you—the cam model he’s been obsessed with ever since he stumbled upon your onlyfans. He reads through as much of the journal as he can and instantly learns so much: your address, your roommate, your workplace, your friends’ names, names of any potential exes. The list goes on and on.

Scara doesn’t have anything against Kazuha. His first impression of him wasn’t anything groundbreaking. He thought he was a pushover at first. But now that he knows what this journal holds… Well, it sheds an entirely new light on his roommate.

Just days before Scara took a peek inside his journal, Kazuha discovers your secret online life. He snoops through Scara’s laptop when he steps out, having left it open and unlocked. He’s just trying to find what could have caught Scara’s interest, as he’s almost always glued to his laptop on specific days at specific times, with his headphones on and his gaze unyielding. He doesn’t intend to find the file of one of your private videos—something that was meant only for Scara’s eyes.

He clicks on the video out of interest. He’s not sure what he was expecting to see, but it definitely wasn’t this. Kazuha sits there and stares at the sight before him. You’re dressed in skimpy lingerie and you’re muttering the dirtiest things while coating your fingers in lube. And your hands are stroking a thick toy and you’re addressing Scara and you’re lining it up to your hole and— He shuts the laptop before it can get even more explicit than it already is. He’s so conflicted, fraught with a betrayal so strong it weighs his heart down.

Why would he have this sort of video on his laptop? Did you give it to him? Did he make you do this? Are you in danger? Are you still pure?

Kazuha can’t kill on campus. It’s way too risky and he’d be one of the first suspects if Scara’s body is found. Besides, it’s not like he has the full story. He doesn’t know whether or not Scara’s done something that’s worthy of death. You could just be in a tight spot. He knows how easily you give in when you’re under pressure. Maybe you’re just doing this because you feel like it’s the only thing you can do. Not to worry; Kazuha will save you before Scara can ruin your purity with his twisted fantasies.

They confront each other when the time feels right. Kazuha struggles to keep a smile plastered to his face for the sake of politeness, while Scara holds in his raging temper so that he can bear some semblance of cooperation. Neither of them is happy to hear that the other went through their stuff, but they force themselves to make up because a more pressing issue is at hand: their connection to you.

Kazuha says he’s your secret admirer. Scara says he’s in a relationship with you. There’s no way you’d ever date someone like Scara—Kazuha knows this for a fact. Yet he falters at the confidence in Scara’s tone. That can’t be the truth, right? Despite this, Kazuha still strikes up an offer: If they work together to get what they both want, they’ll be unstoppable. With Scara’s riches and his influence and Kazuha’s charisma and clever thinking, they can easily get their hands on you. Of course this means they’ll have to share, but it’s not a big deal when they’re already in so deep. They both know the other’s secret; now they’re swearing to keep it in the pursuit of having you all to themselves. And luckily Scara agrees to the deal, but that doesn’t give Kazuha a reason to lower his guard.

However despite how well they work together when it comes to planning the kidnapping and actually executing it, they both have their own reasons for wanting you. Scara wishes to make his relationship with you a reality—to toss aside the screen that once held him back and finally do all of the things he could only do in his dreams. Kazuha seeks to protect your fragile heart, lest you crumble under Scara’s intense way of doing things and cling to him for salvation. You can’t do those sorts of things with Scara; he won’t allow it. Your purity is meant for him and no one else.

But sharing is caring and some have to learn that the hard way. It definitely brings Kazuha and Scara closer together, even if neither of them will admit it. If they look past their desires, they can be friends. And soon enough they’ll have to accept this new friendship if they want to avoid any unnecessary complications.

However there are times when they’ll cooperate in order to do things with you. They’re a packaged deal you can’t get rid of.

[uwuwriting]

Denki, Dabi and Bakugou in a secret relationship

Request: hii!! i loved your post about the secret relationship being exposed and i was wondering if you could do the same for dabi bakugo and denki - anonymous

Um this was supposed to go up yesterday, I had queued it but tumblr decided to just deleted. Oh well. I hope you like it you guys even though its a day late. This was fun to write. Love ya. 💖💖💖

rules

warnings: some sexy times mentions, fluff

Kaminari Denki

-Kaminari is an idiot.

-I don’t even know who you’ve managed to keep your relationship a secret.

-90% sure the whole school knows and just pretends to be oblivious. 

-Anyways.

-It kinda bothers him that he has to keep it a secret. 

-He wants to scoop you up and spin you around in the hallways, hug you after a really rough training session with Bakubro, kiss you when you are being extra extra cute. 

-Plus he wants to brag to the other idiots for getting a girlfriend first. 

-But alas he respects your wishes and tries to keep it all under wraps. 

-Your parents are pro heroes and have warned you about the dangers of dating since you are their kid. 

-Villains wouldn’t hesitate to threaten you with your significant other if it means they’ll get to your parents. 

-So now Kaminari is stuck sneaking in your dorm late at night only to spend a few hours with you and give you as much kisses as he can fit in the little time you have. 

-Surprisingly he has kept it a secret for almost a year now. 

-No slip ups, no marks on his skin after a spice night, none of your clothes could be found in his room whatsoever.

-Apart from his usual flirty nature towards you, there was nothing that could indicate that you two were an item. 

-Now being in your third year, things had gotten rather serious with your hero works.

-Most of you if not all had been working along side a pro hero for the last year or two but that didn’t mean they would take you in after high school. 

-Every student had to wait for the acceptance letter from the agency or an agency in general and they would be set for their hero work after school. 

-You had been working with a hero agency since your first year and you were pretty happy. 

-But the pro hero you had been with decided that after you were done with your hero studies, he would retire leaving you with no agency to boost your career after school. 

-Kaminari was as devastated as you were.

-He tried comforting you as much as he could, extra hugs and kisses, more snacks and movie nights, anything to help you cope with the fact that you would be back to the starting line once school was over. 

-He hated seeing you cry. 

-Then the unthinkable happened. 

-Mt.Lady was a well known hero and one with a desired sidekick position that no one seemed to really fill. 

-You had just helped her stop a major villain attack tricking the villain and capturing him before he could do any real damage in the area. 

-To say that Mt.Lady was impressed was an understatement. 

-She contacted your hero agency and asked if you had already signed a deal with them.

-You can see where this is going.

-When you got the notice from Mt. Lady’s agency you were over the moon and so was Kaminari. 

-He was so happy that the person he loved the most was finally getting what she deserved. 

-He had dragged you to the janitor’s closet to give you his personal congratulations, catching the attention of a certain red head.

-He kissed you like there was no tomorrow, his arms keeping you as close as possible, flush to his chest as he peppered your face and neck with feather light kisses. 

- “I’m so proud of you babe!”

-You tried to keep your giggles on the down low to no avail since Kaminari’s goal was to make you laugh. 

-For a long moment you didn’t care if someone found you, you were so happy and so comfortable in Denki’s arms that you didn’t want to leave the closet and go back to your hidden lives. 

-Then you saw the light coming from the door, getting ready to lightly scold Kaminari for leaving the door open when you made eye contact with Kirishima......and Mina ..... and Sero..... and somewhere in the far back with a pair of ruby red eyes.

- “Babygirl is everything alright?”

-He hadn’t seen them yet, then he followed your line of vision and the man has never yeeted you out of his arms faster in his life.

-Your friends just stared at you in complete shock for a full minute before Bakugou broke the silence. 

- “Oi you own me ramen Kirishima.”

Dabi

-With this guy I’m not surprised that you managed to keep it a secret. 

-Oh no no no.

-I’m surprised you managed to get him into a relationship.

-It wasn’t easy though you would give him that. 

-You were part of the LoV of course and well you didn’t really take any of their shit. 

-The only person you respected was Kurogiri and that was borderline pity. 

-He had to babysit a 20 year old killing machine with issues, many issues, many many issues. 

-When Dabi approached you with his signature flirty and I-only-do-one-night-stands-babygirl attitude, you being the idiot that you are took the bait.

-The LoV knows of yalls nights together but they only thought that that was it.

-Dabi slept around and you were a really attractive person. 

-Plus they knew you both were bored so sex was, to their eyes, the only solution. 

-What they didn’t know though was that Dabi was starting to catch feelings and soon enough he hated seeing you remotely talking with another human being. 

-Then that fateful mission happened and the deal was sealed. 

-You were spying on Overhaul and his lackeys, hidden in his underground lab watching as they went around doing stuff.

-Then you heard a childish scream and it was the first time Dabi saw fear flash in your eyes. 

-You turned around following the source of the screams absolutely ignoring Dabi’s protests and threats. 

-It was like you were in a daze and Dabi felt the terror sink his claws in his throat as you passed by so many of Overhaul’s members nearly getting caught. 

-When you reached the glass door that led into Eri’s experiment lab, he saw the color drain from your face and your knees buckling. 

-He caught you before you hit the floor dragging you away from the lab door despite the fact that you clawed at his coat to put you down. 

-He felt his shoulder getting wet and that’s when he saw the tears that were falling freely down your cheeks. 

-He had managed to calm you down long enough to convince you to leave before you got caught but luck wasn’t on your side when one of the lackeys spotted you. 

-Dabi was a few feet away from the exit, becoming reckless at the sight of freedom not noticing the masked individual pointing his gun at him. 

-You noticed though. 

-And you got in the way, pushing Dabi to the ground as the quirk cancelling bullet pierced your side leaving you to fall to the floor with a grunt and a strangled pained moan.

-The next few minutes were a blur.

-Dabi didn’t remember how he got you out of there or how he was now on a rooftop with you pressed flush against his chest as the affects of the bullet made you tremble. 

- “Shh doll, shhh. I’m here I got you.”

-He knew your trembling was not entirely because of the bullet, he saw how your eyes glassed over at the sight of Eri back in the lab and he knew that this had something to do with your past. 

-He used to get the same glassy eyed look on his face when he would see Endeavour on the news shortly after his “death”.

-Things changed after that. 

-He didn’t take you to the hideout that night, he brought you to his apartment where he helped you clean up your wound and calm down. 

- “I know it’s not my place to ask but what the hell to you happened back there?”

-When you explained what you’ve been through and how those screams brought back things you thought you had long ago buried, he was left gawking at you. 

-For some weird reason he believed that you were just a brat who ran away from home on some rebellious whim. 

- “Ugh what am I saying? You don’t give a damn! Why did I even-”

- “Touya.”

- “What?”

- “My real name is Touya, I-I wanted you to know.”

-Sharing a heart felt night analyzing your past trauma with someone you sleep with is one way to get yourself into a relationship.

-You both agreed to keep it secret and you did keep it like that for a long time, a very long time. 

-The LoV never truly found out. 

-Some had their suspicions sure, Mister Compress had even made a bet with Toga but you two never gave them any further hints apart from the constant paired up missions you went on. 

-The only one who knew was Kurogiri. 

-He had caught you two spending the night together on a rooftop, all cuddled up together your hands intertwined as you looked up at the stars. 

-He was getting back from an emergency snack run when he saw the familiar glow of Dabi’s blue flames and your characteristic giggles. 

-He never said anything and when Dabi came to him to ask for some pregnancy facts, he knew that he truly loved you. 

-No one ever knew and no one will ever know. 

-Unless the run into you two in five years while you’re out for a walk with your son. 

Bakugou Katsuki

-Sparky sparky boom boom man is a lil bitch.

-Don’t try to argue you know that too. 

-You just need to accept it.

-His way to approach you was by insulting the living shit out of you before making you reach the tip of an anger fit. 

-He knew how to press your buttons and it made you fume. 

-You had to give it to him he was hella attractive and his true personality shined through his faced at times. 

-And so did his worry for you.

-You got together after his kidnapping. 

-He suffered from nightmares after the incident and one night he came to your dorm, trembling and cold sweat running down his spine. 

-He had no idea why his feet led him to your room, he just knew that you were now wrapping him in a fluffy blanket and putting on a Disney movie as you hugged him so so tightly. 

-He slept over and the next morning he confessed. 

-Actually you both confessed but those are useless details. 

-In reality it wasn’t even a confession with words. 

-You both woke up facing each other, your noses touching and I don’t know who leaned in first but next thing you knew you were kissing his hand cupping you cheek while the other intertwined with yours. 

-Keeping your relationship a secret with this one is easy. 

-He is still being a lil bitch to you and you are still sassing him back.

-Behind closed doors he is kinda sweet and caring not a lot though because even with you he has to uphold his reputation. 

-After some time though he calms down and is a cuddle bug. 

-Like he will tackle you on the bed the moment you close the door to his dorm, restricting any movement until he is satisfied with the cuddles. 

-Baby even said ‘I love you’ first awwww!!

-He was so shy about it. 

-Anyways.

-That’s a story for another time. 

-He doesn’t really care about keeping it a secret anymore. 

-He’s low key tired of hiding. 

-Much like Kaminari he wants to kiss you whenever he wants, hold you and hug you till you can’t breathe after he gets back to the dorms after a rough patrol with his hero study. 

-But oh well the cat isn’t out of the bag yet and you being third years now you couldn’t really do something about it. 

-You spend so much time with him that you would think that some of your classmates would like sniff you out. 

-But no.

-They all dumb af.

-You would spend a lot of time with him and the Bakusquad since your first year so they just think you’re really good friends. 

-Todoroki kinda knows but he doesn’t at the same time. 

-Some mannerisms remind him while he was in a secret relationship before Momo found out but then he sees how Bakugou treats you just like any other person so he is really confused. 

-More confused than usual. 

-Now you got outed by the man himself. 

-Bakugou is not good with jealousy. 

-Jealousy and Bakugou should never go hand in hand.

-You were talking to Mina in class, leaning on the desk behind you. 

-Your skirt had ridden up show casing your thighs making Bakugou think back to some noises you made a few nights ago. 

-If he got hard he would blame you and he would be extra pissy. 

-He was enjoying the show though. 

-He watched you like a hawk.

-The way your body leaned back making your legs straighten and flex slightly or how he could see the hickey he had left right at the base of your neck the other night that you’ve tried to cover with make up. 

-He could see it because he knew it was there, to an outsider everything was normal. 

-He was jolted out of his daze by Mineta’s voice. 

-And the sound of your name on his lips. 

- “Look at Y/N’s thighs! She could suffocate me with those legs and I would thank her!”

-Kirishima smacked him upside the head trying to shut him up. 

-Kaminari was slowly escaping the scene because he saw the small sparks in his friend’s hand at the comment. 

-He chose life. 

-Mineta though didn’t stop. 

- “I could lose myself between those legs. Oh the noises she must make.”

-Now what happened next is a huge question mark. 

-The end result however was Mineta almost being blasted out the window and into space and Bakugou almost popping the vein on his forehead. 

-You had to get in between them and try to calm down your boyfriend. 

-Most of your classmates had long forgotten Mineta and his whining and had zoned in on your hands on Bakugou’s chest or on his arm that had wrapped around your waist in an attempt to push you behind him. 

- “You ever dare speak my girlfriend’s name I’m blasting you to the next dimension.”

- “Katsuki please calm down it’s fine.”

-Legit you both forgot that your relationship had been a secret for the past three years. 

-You floated back into reality when Present Mic himself asked. 

- “YOu TWo aRe aN iTeM?????”

-Chaos ensued and a crap ton of explanations. 

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