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whorror-barbie · 4 days ago

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The bimbo next door ( SH2R!James Sunderland x fem! reader) ( part 2)

Summary: it's James's 39th birthday, and you dread it

Warning: none, short smut scene, suggestive themes, sexual tension.

A/n: I don't really have much to say just please be an adult when reading this, so enjoy!

Part 1

It's a lovely afternoon, the sun shining beautifully down today, meanwhile "oh, God!" You moan out as you're getting pounded in your husband's home office while you're bent over his desk.

" That's right moan for me, darling" Harry Mason grunts quietly, throwing his head back with his eye closed.you can feel him getting close to cumming.

"Please cum inside me, sir" you turn around to look at him which drives him crazy. He picks up speed,holding onto your hip hard to spill his cum inside of you. He grunts pretty loud as he looks down to pull out of you.

" Ah fuck, you're amazing" he laughs, sitting down in his chair and you sit down on his lap to give him a kiss on lips which turning into a mini hot make out session for a second then looking lovingly in each other's eyes.

"And you know how to please me, sir." you say with a seductive smile. Your husband is rich, handsome, and amazing at sex what more could you want ?

"well, as much as I want to stay home and be lazy with you. We need to get going for Jame's birthday party tonight" Harry explains, caressing your face, and you just roll your eyes. It's been 3 months since the welcoming party. a strong bond has been formed between you and Mary since then. going to spa days together as well as going on cute friend dinner dates,so it's safe to say your relationship with Mary is fine. James, on the other hand , is a real asshole. he's always looking down on you and was not afraid to tell you so ,but you wondered why.

You decided to confront him at a gathering, Things got real heated real fast between you two, throwing horrible insults at each other which resulted in you throwing wine in his face in front of everyone. It wasn't your proudest moments, but you haven't seen him since that day. huffing in a very annoyed way at your husband.

" look, I know you don't get along with the guy,but he's my good old friend and Mary's your friend too. " He pauses, looking into your eyes. you did apologize to Mary,and she forgave you, which is good. You don't want that bastard getting in the way of your friendship with her. You play with your hands nervously

" you need to apologize to him,sweetheart. what you did was unacceptable" he said sternly, holding your hands still, you look up at him with innocence.

Though your mood changed,realizing what he said, you start to pout alittle

" but..he was being mean to me as well " you say, sounding like a spoiled brat,and it makes him laugh a bit

"yeah, I've noticed that too and I don't like that shit." You can hear his annoyed tone.

"I'll talk to him about that. maybe he'll listen to me ." he says playing with your hair. "But, you both gotta make it right,ok" he says putting his hands on either side of your shoulder. after giving so much attitude, Harry gives you a warning spank to your ass for being disobedient which causes you to finally nod yes

" I'm only doing this for you, I don't want to come in between your friendship with him" folding your arms, he pats your head with a smile

"good girl, now let's get going or we are going to be late" you feel your face flustered. He grabs you by your hand, getting up as you two head for the bathroom to take shower together.

🎂

Finally, arriving at their house.running 30 minutes because the two of you decided to fuck in the shower,but it doesn't matter you both here now.you're giggling with his arm around you while you carry the gifts. He rings the door bell. the door opens pretty fast to Mary's welcoming smile.

"Hello" you give her a hug.

"Come on in " she says cheerfully as you two walk in

"Oh, I'll take those for." Mary grabs the gifts out of your arm. The party has a pretty good number of people. You depart from your husband to walk in the kitchen to greet familiar faces. As you were chit chatting happily with them,you turned your head to look around, and there James stood from the patio door, not attempting to greet you. the man you despise so much looks so handsome in his black dress shirt and dress pants you must admit ,but you shake off the naughty thoughts of yours. what are you doing?

James immediately sees you as he's sipping on his wine, which makes your heart beat faster, so you excuse yourself from the conversation to find alcohol. James leans on the counter, admiring your tight fitted short black sleeveless dress with your expensive Gucci purse and, of course, matching black high heels. You look like a beautiful fuck doll as he's still admiring the way you sway your hips.

" Hey, man " you hear Harry greets him brotherly, this was your chance to make a dash out into their beautiful backyard with the other people mingling. Walking pass the two men with quickness while they both are checking you out as you leave,thank goodness.

With your heart not beating so fast now, you sit down at a table as you feel the cool breeze hit your skin while sipping on some champagne, enjoying the beautiful sunset view and getting lost in thought. You are not sure how to apologize to him just yet, you need to think about it some more.

" Hey" you hear a voice, you look up to see Cybil Bennett standing here

"hey, girl how are you doing?" You get up, giving her a big hug then Play 20 minutes of catching up with her, talking about eye candy, work, and her love life, then unfortunately, James starts to become the topic of conversation now,oh boy.

" So are you going to talk to him? I know he can be pretty difficult at times " she asks you with curiosity.

" I mean, sure...eventually" you try to hide your annoyance, Cybil just laughs.

You are saved by the bell now as Mary's approaching you two. Thank goodness again.

"Hello, Mary.. we were just talking about your stubborn husband " she laughs at her, smacking her shoulder, the movement causes you to notice a hickey on her neck that you didn't notice before

" you've been having fun, I see. I'm guess you had a good birthday sex session earlier?" you winking at her, Mary's gets bashful as she tries to cover it up with her hand .

" Oh, I thought I concealed it enough with makeup to where you can't see it... damnit" she huffs,trying to cover up her neck while laughing it off a bit.

"Hey, there is no shame in having rough fun with your husband, isn't that right, Cybil? " You say seductively sipping on your wine as cybil giggles and gently using her elbow to bump your arm.

"...why do you always go there, huh? You know he's my captain...like ugh" She just shakes her head with a smile.

Meanwhile, Mary is a blushing mess from your inappropriate statements. She should be used to your vulgarity. It always throws her off still.

" he's been pretty rough lately.... I like this change a lot, " she confessed softly. Cybil is shocked by her statement

"you must have took my advice then, see sometimes a good bj goes a long way" you giggle softly and Mary watches you take a sip,looking at how beautiful you are, but then looks away for second.

"ok, ok that's enough...like no offense,but I don't want hear how the captain fucks anymore. I have to see him almost every day at the space station, I don't need that image of you guys burnt in my mind" Cybil Bennett expresses with voice of disgust that makes you laugh at alittle too loud with Mary joining in.

"speaking of the devil" you say watching James Sunderland walking out here.

" Are you going to talk to my husband and apologize? " Mary asks which throw you off

" umm,sure if that's what you want me to do" you say with a fake smile, trying not to get smart with her. You despise him so much

"good, we have a trip planned a month from now and I want you there as well as your husband."

"Oh, where is it going to be?" You wonder, keeping eye contact with her "The Bahamas, it's going to be so much fun, that's why you gotta be there "

you are not new to luxurious vacations, but you're not about to turn it down with a friend. plus you brought so many new bikinis to wear and show off

" ok, I'll go! I need to talk to him then " you smile brightly and Mary mirrors your actions.

"Hey! What about me?" Cybil asked, feeling left out

" of course you can come as well" Mary reassures her with a laugh. You take a deep breath with your eyes closed, Trying to go into zen mood. Cybil is smiling, trying not to laugh at you.

" alright, ladies, I'm going to go talk to him now." You feel very nervous all of a sudden.

" Not to be that person, but I think you should leave your glass here," Cybil tells you as you glare at her.she starts to giggle at your response. she has a point though, so you leave the glass at the table then start to walk towards where he is at.

"How do you think that's going to go?" Cybil asks Mary.

"Hopefully well " she swallows nervously in response.

💓

Your heart is beating out of your chest as you get closer and closer to the circle of people that James is mingling in. They all look like they are from the space station, you've met them only a handful times. Finally, you stand amongst them, and they stop to greet you politely,giving you hugs while James just has a blank look on his face.

" Umm, can I steal you for second? I need to talk to you." You asked him shyly.

" It depends. You're not going to hit me,right?" You understand him being hesitant,but does he have to keep reminding everyone? Zen mood, remember,zen mood.

"No,sir" you looked at him with a bit of shock. whoa, not your sir kink coming out right now, well this is embarrassing and in front of everyone too.

He shrugs his shoulder " sure, follow me."

He say in low tone which makes you wet...what are you doing? You nodded as you walk with him. You two make it upstairs in their beautiful bedroom? Why here? There are chairs in there and you sit in front of him.

You cross your legs, adjust yourself in the seat, Gosh you're not drunk enough for this.

"Look, I just wanted to apologize to you wholeheartedly. I'm very sorry, I didn't mean to throw the drink at you ......and that i said very hurtful shit that was not my intent at all, " you say,letting out a breath. James is listening and taking in your features.

" It's ok" he blankly says,not giving a fuck. You wanted to roll your eyes so bad.

" Is there anything I can do to make this right?" You like getting along with everyone even though that's unrealistic.

"How about you don't throw a drink at me again, that would be a start" you squeeze your thighs together at his authoritative voice, it definitely doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"I know simply saying sorry is not going to fix it, all I can do is to prove it to you..si- I mean James". Damn you almost said it again

" mm good, good." He praises you with seductive undertones, looking up at him with big eyes as he's slightly smiling. did you hear that, right? James feels himself getting an erection, he's going to have fuck his wife hard again tonight.

"I'm guessing Mary invited you to the vacation with us?" He says ,trying to make conversation. He takes a swig of his drink.

"Mhmm, I can't wait to have so much fun! " You say cheerfully with jumping up causing your boobs jiggle alittle bit

"...it was supposed just be for the two of us,but she was kind enough to invite you unfortunately" He answers you with a blank tone.he hates you alot,but god does he wants to fuck you so badly too.

you breath out again as you close your eyes for second, try not to cuss him out again.

"I'll be on my best behavior, I swear"

"I hope so" James scans your pretty face and body with this stare for a second as if he wanted to say more, the tense is thick in the air while you look at him a bit confused.

"Maybe we should go back to the party before people start looking for me" he finally said.

you agree,and both of you get up as you walk out of the bedroom, He puts his hand around your waist. It throws you off, maybe he doesn't want you to fall down the stairs which is sweet of him,but then his hand wanders closer to your ass,maybe that was an accident.

Feeling your face getting hot, what's going on ? We are both married, we shouldn't be this close. finally making it downstairs

"Hey, baby" you see your husband, so you walk quickly to him, giving him a hug and kiss.

"Hi, daddy" you giggle like a ditz. James just struts by as you both are showcasing PDA, he wants to destroy you and wants to makes you his pet for his submission, it's not fair what you do to him.

Making it back to the yard, Mary tells everyone to gather around while hitting a glass with a fork, James's arm wrapped around her waist as he looks at her with loving eyes.

"I want share a toast with you all." She pauses, trying to get her thoughts in order.

"Cheers to my handsome husband for always being my light in the dark, I love you so much,Baby " she say as he goes in to kiss her passionately, everyone it clapping around. As cheesy as that line was, you join by clapping as well.

" Aww ,so cute." You look up at your husband with a smile, and he smiles back at you,kissing your forehead.

You depart from your husband once more, to go up to the couple.

" Happy birthday,James" you say, but it came out more flirtatious than you meant it to be. Mary didn't pick up it,but James definitely did, and he wants to punish for you it

" thank you" he says to you with a smile. Wow, that's nice to see

" aww good! My best friend and husband are getting along" she brings both of you together

"group hug." You look at her with confusion,but do it anyway. As the three of you are hugging. you can feel your boobs against his abs. This is awkward. James looks at you in a way you can't describe,but on things for certain. You're finding him attractive, and that's definitely not good.

#silent hill fanfic #james sunderland x reader #james sunderland x you #james sunderland #silent hill 2 remake #james Sunderland x y/n

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suuho · 1 year ago

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ok i finally got to watch the finale of the worst of evil and i'm feeling....... conflicted?? i loved how dramatic it was but,,,, it didn't satisfy me all the way??? maybe i just need to sleep so my brain will start working again lol but idk idk idk. anyway,, what did you think about it? i'm always very very much interested in your opinion about media! <3

how insane was that finale. like, i genuinely cannot believe i perceived all of that today, like... what do you mean. what do you mean there won't be a new episode next week??? no more unhinged shenanigans on my television??? unacceptable. can't even begin to comprehend that. this is excessively long, so under the cut.

now, for my opinion on it... in general, i am actually satisfied. from the beginning, a few things were obvious and they followed through. considering gicheol's role in the show, as a literal drug trafficker, i expected him to die, and i was not surprised when or that he died; the moment he uttered that he wanted a normal life and leave the union, the writing was more than just on the wall. i was more surprised by how they handled that, because in a way i could have expected it but on the other hand, all the events leading up to gicheol's death were, just. fucking insane. especially if you look at junmo's and gicheol's relationship, which at the end of the day was the focal point of the show, just as much as the character of junmo. the scene in the car at the harbor was so loaded and i feel like in a way it was obvious but it still caught me off guard. by the time gicheol sat in the car and the entirety of gangnam union was busted without him? because junmo gave him an out, forced him into an out by literally handcuffing him to his car. (the fact that gicheol offered to drive for once? oh, mhm.) gave him needlessly cruel words to make sure gicheol wouldn't even think of following him out, wouldn't even try, because he had to be betrayed by junmo, one way or another. and junmo bound half of it to gicheol's future. he gave him the way to the normal life gicheol wanted, but gicheol couldn't take that out. his fatal flaw was the fact that he loves too much, and he knows that, too. he tells euijeong and junmo that, when he goes to confront them. and, god. that scene? of gicheol at their table, holding the wedding portrait? of the two people he loves the most? his first love and the man he gave his life to? that gave his life for him? insane.

i gotta say, i have almost no complaints in regards to junmo/gicheol. this show is a noir thriller/crime drama, not a bl or anything akin to it, and i think all things considered we got so much more than i would have imagined possible. this show got away with almost as much as, like. the devil judge. it was actually quite obvious and brazen in many ways, and only flimsily held together by the "junmo is married to euijeong and gicheol loves euijeong" framing, which i think was intentional, at points. the director also mentioned that half of the drama was basically written by ji changwook, so. thanks, king.

gicheol always had to die, but the fact that junmo spared him the sin of killing himself? that is fucking insane, if you ask me. hand in unlovable hand, in-fucking-deed. jcw's reaction (and acting) during that phone call was stunning. i think, it took gicheol to die for junmo to realize that he also has someone in his heart that he needs to protect. hence: leaving his wedding ring at gicheol's grave (next to euijeong's necklace; also signaling the end of his marriage for good while giving gicheol something of the woman they both loved), keeping the watch and wearing it while he gets his promotion. he was wearing it after he left the union, the entire time. insane-making!

there is another, more obvious queer reading i could be doing here, how gicheol always had to die because he was the most gay coded character, yes, including all the catholic guilt, and how junmo entering the union and meeting gicheol sort of signaled a shift in his relationship and everything surrounding it, as well. and how leaving the wedding ring signifies the fact that junmo knows he has changed, and that he accepts that. people reminded him constantly that he is a cop and he shouldn't forget it; junmo is a cop who wears that uniform like a costume at the end. anyways, lots more but i don't have the time for that.

i'm somewhat ambivalent on how they treated euijeong in the finale, i loved her character throughout the show, but she got the short end of the stick (also, as expected unfortunately). she is the other side of the coin and would have never been able to accept junmo's descent into violence and evil (and she did not, after all that is what their huge fight is all about), and ultimately won't forgive him for killing gicheol. on the other hand, she would have never given gicheol the love he wanted, or reciprocated his love the way she should have (in his eyes). she always loved junmo, she just could never love the man he became. we (the audience) knew that in the same moment she did, during the altercation with the chinese in episode 8 and 9. besides dohyung, she was the one character to keep junmo steady, and i kind of hate how that is, for the most part, all that she was reduced too; i would have loved to see more of her work as an actual police officer, and not just as a chess piece in this investigation. after all, she is ranked higher than her husband and it was introduced as one of the first conflicts in this show, but was only fuel for junmo taking the job. sigh. anyways.

i loved bibi in the show, and loved most of what haeryeon went through, i mean, besides the almost out of character infatuation with junmo. but, some things are there to drive a plot and serve a narrative purpose, and that was one of those major things. happy she got out of it alive, that she killed that fucking cop that has pissed me off since his appearance, and her scene after killing hwang mingoo, with her bodyguard or right hand man or whatever, was very touching and well done. served as a very nice mirror to the gicheol/junmo relationship. in this world, trust is devotion is love.

it is safe to say that junmo loved gicheol, btw. lol. makes me feel insane to even think about, and i genuinely feel like killing gicheol was the only way to get away with it. having junmo kill gicheol as a last act of love, because in their world love is violence? man. the implications are crazy!

i have manifested that meeting of dohyung and jongryeol since, like, episode 3 because they are the only two characters that are equal to each other. slayer one and slayer two. dohyung's death made me cry, but made narratively sense, because it added to junmo's desolation at the end (how they lied to him, brother, i crieddddd), fueled his disillusion with the police force (he was NOT happy at that promotion celebration), and put chief seo behind bars. glad he survived, by the way. a king that remains an absolute king until the end.

that said, some things were not as well done as i wish they could have been. the fade-outs in the final episode were a cheap choice to make a lot of headway plotwise in very litte time, and i think it could have been done tighter, and more graceful. in some ways, it rang a little hollow; as did the whole jungbae thing, and the hwang mingoo side plot. like, i understand that, in a way, it was to show that the noose has tightened and i absolutely appreciate the fact that this was all just to isolate junmo and gicheol and get them to spend their last days together (narratively), but... still. i would have preferred a little more sophistication, if i'm being honest. this drama could have used a full sixteen episode treatment, even at the breakneck speed it went along. especially because of that, maybe. noir doesn't only live off action but also off the thrill and the suspension of the genre, and at the end it felt a little rushed and somewhat cheap. the scene that lead to gicheol's death made up for it, though, because that was super solid.

i can't believe junmo never said why he let gicheol go. god. because he loved him! if he loved him less maybe he could talk about it more! with junmo words do not equal actions. he uses his words as his last line of defense, as a sort of smoke and mirrors kinda thing, but his actions speak differently. the things he does—like letting gicheol go, or crashing a fucking car to save him from getting arrested, or killing a hundred men for gicheol and euijeong—weigh more than the things he says, or tells himself. love that, because he was introduced as being all brawns, and works as an antithesis to gicheol and euijeong that way!

mhmmm, anything else to say? man, i still feel crazy. there is actually so fucking much to say. i can't believe we got that last shot of them walking down the street in slow motion, smiling at each other, smoking—a sign of respect and reverence connected to the reoccurring motif of junmo and gicheol lighting each other's cigarettes, + gicheol only ever lighting junmo's cigarette—and i think it was only earned due to the whole grave scene. we had to see junmo give up his marriage or else it would have had not the same impact. it was obvious, in a way, that euijeong and junmo could have never stayed together but i am still surprised they went through with that, considering kdramas in general.

other than that... idk. maybe i have more to add. all in all, i am satisfied. not necessarily happy, but i like what this drama did and while i am not super satisfied with the pacing of the big beats in the last episode, i can overall appreciate. i love the relationships they crafted in this show, and i am actually for once satisfied with how they dealt with the focal relationship. felt very much like it was love. well done.

#man can you believe we went THROUGH this.... oh my god #bombaykai #ask #sry for the approximately million typos in here

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herehavesomeheadcanons · 2 years ago

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hey, i really liked your jealousy headcanons. Could you do more for the other vamps you're writing for? 👀

Oh ho ho, well if it isn’t the person who thanked me for the Ky content. You’re welcome, by the way. I also think there isn’t nearly enough Ky content, which is why i’m writing it! If you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself!

Tw: murder and violence, also just Ferid in general.

Ferid Bathory

🤍♦️ Hoo boy. Hooooooooo boy. Ferid is EXTREMELY territorial. It really doesn’t take much to make him jealous. The perpetrator would have to be human, because no vampire wants to fuck with this bastard. Well… that’s not entirely true. I can’t see Rigr giving much of a shit. (But that is an entirely different can of worms.)

🤍♦️ Let’s get one thing straight. Ferid is not shy in the slightest about pda, not to mention the fucking collar (and probably leash, let’s be honest.) What I’m trying to get at is that EVERYBODY knows who you belong to. Everybody. Which means, the perpetrator can’t feign ignorance as an excuse. He deliberately tried to touch Ferid’s property, and that is unacceptable.

🤍♦️ His mood varies, but the options include: on-the-spot murder, psychological and physical torture, a threateningly polite warning, just *ahem* “claiming” you as his right then and there, or all of the above. Go ahead and spin the wheel, if you’re feeling lucky!

🤍♦️ Ferid is actually one of the scariest vampires out there. Not in a quiet, intimidating way like Urd, he’s more like an unpredictable wildfire. Anyone who spends even a single minute in his presence can tell that he is NOT one to be crossed. Someone would have to be downright suicidal to get on his bad side.

Lacus Welt

💜✨ He’s also very territorial, but can’t afford to be as loud about it as Ferid can. He’s not a noble, after all. That doesn’t stop him from being grumpy about it, however.

💜✨ If the douche is a vampire, which is unlikely, he’ll just stand there and glare and hope he leaves. Since drinking directly from a human is kind of illegal, he can’t really explain your complicated relationship to this other vampire who may or may not rat him out.

💜✨ Once you get home, Lacus will whine and rant about the other guy. Like, he will go on a full-on TANGENT about how disrespectful the guy was. He’ll probably also demand attention from you. You might want to just go along with it, he can be pretty whiney when he’s upset. Just hold him and reassure him that he’s the only vampire for you, he’ll calm down eventually.

💜✨ If the perpetrator is human, however, that’s another thing entirely. Unlike Ferid, Lacus is very predictable. On-the-spot murder is his go-to. No words, no threats, just fucking decimate the bastard. If that guy says even ONE THING that comes across as ‘a little too friendly’, Lacus will strike him down faster than a snake.

💜✨ Again, once you get home, Lacus will non-stop talk shit about the other guy. However, this time, it’ll be more gloating than sulking. Just pretend to be interested in what he’s saying. He’ll be too wrapped up in ranting about how stupid that human was to notice that you’re only half-listening.

Rene Simm

🖤♦️ Now here’s an interesting one. Rene is secretly VERY possessive, but he’s VERY good a hiding it. A master tsundere, this one. Like Lacus, he can’t afford to be loudly possessive.

🖤♦️ If the bastard is a vampire, which is still unlikely, he’ll pretend like he doesn’t care. Deep down he’s absolutely seething with rage, but nobody will ever be able to tell. You’ll probably notice that he does, however, act a bit grumpier than usual.

🖤♦️ If the perpetrator is human, that’s a different story entirely. Sure, he’ll pretend he doesn’t care. He’ll look the other way and ignore it entirely. It isn’t wise to plot murder out loud, which is why Rene is so quiet. He’ll wait until the opportune moment, and then it’s all over. No one will ever find the body.

🖤♦️ Similar to Urd, Rene is quietly intimidating. It’s always the quiet ones that you gotta watch out for, and this emo is no exception. Since he doesn’t have the power or status to openly challenge anyone who talks to you, he has to take a more creative and sneaky approach. Thusly, he plans and executes a murder worthy of a Buzzfeed Unsolved episode.

🖤♦️ Eventually people will begin to catch on to the fact that anyone who gets a little too close to you disappears forever. After that, they start to leave you alone. You, of course, will never even know about all the murders. Rene will make sure of it.

Ky Luc

I adore low quality Ky- lookit his litol face-

🔹🤎 Surprisingly enough, he’s not all that territorial, so to speak. He just doesn’t like that you’re paying attention to someone other than him. He wants you to be talking to HIM and making HIM laugh, not some random human.

🔹🤎 He will simply insert himself into whatever conversation you’re having. If the other person takes offense, that’s their problem. Ky wants your attention and he’s going to get it. If the other guy continues trying to fight for your attention, however, things might escalate.

🔹🤎 There likely won’t be any murder taking place (thankfully), but Ky has another trick up his sleeve. He’ll just foil all his opponent’s efforts to command your attention. He can keep this up for as long as it takes to frustrate the other person into leaving. He has a knack for annoying people!

🔹🤎 If he’s feeling impatient, he might just verbally berate the jerk. Having Urd as a role model has made him quite good with his words! He can eloquently tell this other person to fuck off, and make THEM feel bad about ruining his afternoon with you. All while never dropping his wide-eyed smile!

🔹🤎 Not wanting to disappoint Urd has made Ky a master at creative, non-violent solutions. And his natural curiosity and slightly bastardly nature have made him an expert at getting on people’s nerves!

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hualianff · 3 years ago

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SQX: “I don’t know, I just think that sex, like penetrative sex, would hurt a lot.”

XL: “Yeah, but if you do it often enough—with the proper preparation, of course—I think it would eventually be very pleasurable instead.”

SQX: “Sounds like you’re speaking from experience-“

XL: “Of course not, hahahaha!”

SQX: …

SQX: You and Hua Cheng fucked, didn’t you?”

XL, choking on his spit: “I never mentioned San Lang!”

SQX: *gasps* “You guys totally fucked, holy shit-“

XL: “Wait, hold on a minute-“

SQX: “How many times!?”

XL: “I-“

SQX: “You didn’t immediately say ‘just once.’ That means more than once?? Are you shitting me right now?”

XL: *covers his face in shame* “I was going to tell you eventually but I couldn’t find the right time.”

SQX: *shaking their head in disbelief* “Just look at us; a pair of little sluts.”

XL: “But you haven’t-“

SQX: *holding a finger up to XL’s lips* “Shhh, spiritual sluttiness is just as valid as physical sluttiness.”

XL: “I give up.”

***

Because SQX can’t seem to keep their mouth shut, a few days later has MQ and FX seeking out HC’s friends to interrogate them on what HC is like and if he deserves to be with their XL. While fengqing have only the best things to say about XL, HC’s friends—HX and YY—have less than mediocre things to say about HC.

“When he’s in a mood, he can be very overbearing,” YY deadpans.

“The dude is very possessive too,” HX adds.

“He’s a bit of an asshole, actually-“

“Major asshole-“

“His style is very tacky too.”

“Daddy long-ass limbs.”

Fengqing: 😐😐

FX: “This is unacceptable.”

MQ: “Oh god, we have to get Xie Lian away from that bastard ASAP-“

YY and HX: “No.”

Fengqing: *blink* “What do you mean ‘no?’”

HX: “If there’s one person who brings out the best in Hua Cheng, it’s gotta be Xie Lian.”

YY: “Yeah, Hua Cheng’s had a massive crush on Xie Lian for years. Trust us, he treats Xie Lian very well.”

MQ: “But you guys just said-“

FX: “Daddy long ass limbs-“

MQ, bonking FX: “NO, you idiot. That HC’s a possessive asshole with zero redeeming quality traits.”

YY: “Yeah, but he’s whipped.”

HX: “Daddy long-ass limbed, WHIPPED asshole.”

***

When fengqing finally confront XL about everything, they’re surprised to see XL’s smile is the most sincere its been in a while: “I know you guys don’t consider San Lang perfect. But he’s perfect for me.” 😇

#tgcf #heaven official's blessing #hualian #xie lian #hua cheng #shi qingxuan #mu qing #feng xin #yin yu #he xuan #shitpost #tian guan ci fu

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cacoetheswriting · 4 years ago

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lonely this christmas

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Warnings: mild mild cursing, mainly just fluff !!! Word Count: 2.9k Summary: Reader admits to Spencer she will be spending the holidays alone but he’s got other plans.

A/N: starting off the month of december with a christmas centred fic!! hope you like it <3

Being alone on Christmas wasn’t unfamiliar to Spencer. In fact it was pretty much the opposite. Being alone on Christmas was typical, ordinary.

The nature of his job being what it was, he usually ended up working over the holidays anyway. Therefore he never made any plans with his mom because most times he just ended up disappointing her. Being alone at Christmas was fine. Being a disappointment however, completely different story.

As years went by Diana stopped noticing his absence. Of course if Spencer was to visit her at the sanitarium over Christmas she would welcome him with open arms, but he never does. He used to feel incredibly guilty about it, but that too passed with time.

There was no indication that this year would be any different so he kept his schedule clear. However, the twenty-fifth of December approached fast. Very fast. The closer it got the more it was shaping to be the first holiday season, in a long time, the team would get to spend with their families. And even Spencer found himself considering going home to Nevada; seeing his mom.

A tab of the airline website was constantly open on his desktop. He checked it regularly; hovering over the option to buy a ticket.

That’s how you caught him one day.

You observed from your own desk as Spencer leaned back in his chair, one hand still holding the mouse. The wheels inside his brain clearly turning; evaluating all of the options and possible outcomes.

“Hey, doctor.” You called out grabbing his attention. “If you spend any more time thinking about whether you should go home for Christmas, all the good seats will be gone.”

He chuckled. “I guess you’re right.” “As always.” You shot him a playful wink as he turned to once again look at his screen.

“There. Bought.” Spencer exclaimed after a brief moment of silence. “My mom will be happy.” “When was the last time you seen her?” You asked curiously. “It has been more than six months at this stage.” He answered while standing up.

“Coffee?” He gestured to the empty mug on your desk. You nodded. “You read my mind.”

The two of you walked towards the kitchenette in the office. It was quite late on a Friday night meaning everyone had cleared out for the weekend. Only the usual suspects remained; Spencer and you.

“When was the last time you were home for Christmas?” “Three years ago. How about you?” Spencer asked, tilting his head slightly to look at you. “Oh, I honestly don’t even remember.” You replied shrugging your shoulders.

“So your family must have been happy to hear you were getting the chance this year to spend the holidays with them.” The brunette doctor switched on the coffee machine and leaned against the wall while you elegantly hopped up onto the counter.

“Actually, I didn't tell them.”

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows. “How come?”

He watched intently as you chewed on your bottom lip - a bad habit you failed miserably to break. In that second of silence you wondered whether you should tell him the truth. He was always so open with you, honest. It would only be fair to repay him with the same sincerity. So you took in a quick breath, and exhaled it quietly before looking up to meet his amiable gaze.

“My mom and I got into this huge fight a couple of weeks ago. She tried to set me up with this guy because in her eyes it’s unacceptable that I’m single. She doesn't think it’s right that my younger sister is getting married next summer and I haven't had one relationship in my life that lasted longer than a month.” A soft sigh escaped you. “I told her to butt out, using much harsher language than that of course.” Your mouth twirled into a smile; trying to make light of this conversation. Being no stranger to your frequent use of profanity Spencer smirked.

“We haven't spoken since. She hasn't formally invited me over for the holidays which she always does, even if she knows I won’t be able to make it, and whenever I bring it up with my dad or my siblings they change the topic so.” You shrugged once again while nervously dangling your legs. “It’s easier not to go.”

Spencer nodded slowly, taking in all of the information you just unloaded. Shaking your head you reached over to grab the coffee pot and poured some into your mug.

“I’m sorry doctor. I didn’t mean to just lay it all on you like that.”

He stepped towards you. “Don’t be.” Holding his own cup in front of him, he smiled kindly. “Thank you for telling me.” You began to pour the black hot liquid into his mug; a slight shake to your hand. “Thank you for listening.” “Anytime.”

Spencer placed his full cup on the counter beside you and began to rummage through the cupboards in search for sugar. “Y/N I gotta ask, and obviously if you don't want to answer me you don't have to.” He cleared his throat as you took a sip of your bitter black coffee. “Why didn’t you want to go on a date with the man your mom suggested?”

Once he successfully located the sugar, he straightened his shirt and plopped two cubes into the hot beverage. He offered you one but you shook your head, taking another sip.

“I get that it’s not really my place but it just seems a small price to pay for being able to spend Christmas with your loved ones.”

“If you must know doctor, I prefer to meet people through work. Prison systems and such.” You joked, a wide smile gracing your features. Spencer rolled his eyes. “And how is that going for you?” “Surprisingly well. I have a date shortly after we’re back from the Christmas break.” He arched his brow and smiled at you; playing along as you continued. “Solid guy. Only murdered five people.”

You beamed at the brunette doctor who was grinning back. “Maybe I should consider adding prisons to my dating pool.” You let out an over-exaggerated gasp and placed your free hand over your chest. “Is doctor Spencer Reid really on the market?”

Spencer shook his head. His light curls bouncing finely, matching his every move. He lowered his lips to the brim of his mug and took a sip of his coffee before focusing on you. “No, but for the right girl I’d consider it.”

Without thinking you raised your free arm and adjusted his tie. Flattening down the edge of his collar, you could feel his eyes on you. Yet for some reason you were suddenly afraid to look up and meet his gaze. Strange. Or maybe not so strange.

“Lucky girl.” You said in a mere whisper. Letting your hand fall, you stepped off the counter with a light bounce. Spencer cleared his throat and the two of you walked back to your seats.

The next few hours were spent working in silence. You tried to focus on the mountain of paperwork on your desk, yet instead found yourself glancing at the young doctor every other second - secretly hoping he would also be peeking up at you. And he was. Just not when you were looking at him.

“Y/N if you want you can come with me to Nevada, spend Christmas with me and my mom. ” Spencer proposed out of the blue. He got up out of his chair and grabbed his jacket, slowly putting it on. You smiled at him. “Thank you doctor but I will honestly be okay alone.” Pause. “Plus, I wouldn't want to interfere.”

He was about to protest, say you wouldn't be interrupting, but he bit his tongue. He didn't want to seem pushy. “If you change your mind, let me know.” He reached for his bag and threw the strap over his head. “Just do it quickly or all the good seats will be gone.” He teased. You giggled. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. ”

The brunette agent hesitated. He swayed on his heel for a moment before approaching your desk. “Can I give you a ride home?” He asked, eyes locking with yours. “There’s still a couple of things I want to get done but thank you for the kind offer.” Spencer nodded. A faint look of disappointment appeared on his face. “Goodnight Y/N.” “Goodnight doctor.”

Christmas was upon you in the blink of an eye. On the last day before break the team exchanged Secret Santa presents before enjoying a pizza party. This year you had Penelope who squealed over her gift as everyone watched in amusement; you included. Resting against the wall, you observed as the blonde jumped around the room with joy. Her smile made you smile.

“Good job on Penelope’s gift.” Spencer appeared beside you holding two plastic cups filled to the brim with eggnog. He handed you one before making himself comfortable next to you, his arm pressed gently to yours. “I don’t know what you're talking about doctor.” You responded, tilting your head slightly to look at him.

“I like your Christmas sweater.” A small smile circled your lips as you reached out to flick the little bell sown onto the top of the Santas hat on his jumper. Spencer chuckled. “Thank you. You know, I really couldn't decide between this or the one with the Home Alone reference.” “Ah, the trusted Merry Christmas Ya Filthy Animal sweater.” “That would be the one, yes.” The two of you beamed at each other.

“I’m surprised you know what Home Alone is doctor.” You teased, nudging him playfully in the arm. Spencer laughed. “If I’m being honest, I was more intrigued by the booby traps than the plot of the movie.” He retorted as you sipped on the eggnog; slightly rolling your eyes at his response. “Of course you were. Don’t tell me you tested them out too?”

He averted his gaze without responding, clearly a little embarrassed. “Well...”

You couldn't help but giggle. Slowly, you leaned in towards him so that your lips were now at his ear. The brunette agent shivered as your hot breath hit his skin, however he didn't move away.

“Don’t worry doctor, I did too.” You whispered.

Instantly, he turned to look at you once again. His face was now inches away from yours, and as he stared oddly into your eyes the air caught in your throat. The two of you hovered right there for a moment, not moving and quite soundless, simply feeling each other's presence - as if there was no-one else in the room, no party.

Eventually you broke the eye contact and took a step to your right, moving away from him. Suddenly feeling timid, you took another sip of your beverage while your free hand ran through your hair. Spencer also looked away. His mind racing a million miles per hour; he should have kissed you, right? No. Not in front of all these people, your colleagues. That would be bad. Unprofessional. Would you have even wanted him to kiss you? Did you like him like that? He hoped you did.

The party soon drew to a close. You were lost in conversation with Emily while Spencer was trying to teach Morgan and Rossi some card tricks. Your gaze kept averting in the direction of the young doctor every once in a while; Emily of course noticed. “Tell me again why you’re not going to Nevada with our resident genius?” A puzzled look now present on your face. “How did you-”

“Reid told Morgan who told Garcia who told me.” She interrupted. You laughed at the ridiculousness of what she just came out of her mouth. “It’s like I’m in high school all over again.” She laughed under her breath.

There was a brief moment of silence.

“So, why aren’t you going?” Emily pried. A quiet sigh escaped your lips. “Like I told him, I don’t want to interfere.” She rolled her eyes; not buying into your bullshit. “He wouldn't have invited you-” “Fuck, please I don’t want-” She raised her hands in front of her. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.”

Glancing at the time, you excused yourself wishing Emily a wonderful and happy Christmas. Quickly and quietly, you headed to your desk and put on your winter coat. As you grabbed your handbag you turned to face the remaining partygoers: “Happy holidays everyone!”. Your eyes briefly locked with Spencers who shot you a shy smile as you mouthed ‘Merry Christmas doctor.’ before hurrying out the door.

Two days later it was the twenty-fifth of December. You woke up on your couch, having fallen asleep during Christmas movie marathon, to the sound of your phone ringing.

Yawning, you reached for the device. Spencer. Answering, you pressed it to your ear and croaked; “Hello.”.

“I hope I didn't wake you.” “You did actually.” You responded yawning once again and gradually scrambling to your feet. You ambled towards the kitchen, straight for the coffee maker. “But I could never be mad at you doctor.” “I’m glad to hear that.”

There was a short pause.

“How are you?” He asked, his voice kind. “I’m okay, no need to worry about me. Shit-” “Y/N?”

“Sorry. I just realised I’m out of coffee grounds.”

Spencer chuckled on the other line. “It’s not funny doctor. I’ve no coffee and everything is closed because it’s Christmas.” “You could always switch to tea for the day.” Rolling your eyes, you smirked. “Right, because I’m such an avid tea drinker.”

There was another short pause.

“How was your flight? How’s Nevada? How’s your mom?” You asked changing the topic, making conversation. The young doctor didn't respond. “Hey, are you there?” The line cut-off. Weird.

‘He’ll call back later.’, you thought and headed for your bathroom.

An hour later you were showered and dressed. You switched on the lights on your poorly decorated Christmas tree and were about to make yourself comfortable on the sofa when a knock on the door caught your attention. You scurried over, without looking through the peephole to see who it was, you opened it.

“Spencer.”

“Merry Christmas Y/N.”

The brunette doctor smiled as you furrowed your brows. “What are you doing here? I thought you were in Nevada.”

“I was. I got back early this morning.”

He waited for you to invite him in before shimmying passed. He set down two tote bags on the kitchen counter before turning to look at you once again. Lost for words, you locked the door and approached the young doctor. Slowly you peeked inside the bags. “Supplies.” He simply stated while taking off his coat.

“You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?”

Your heart skipped a beat. “You didn't have to do this doctor.” “I know.” He shrugged before reaching into one of the bags and unpacking the items. “I wanted to.” He held up a bag of coffee grounds and you couldn't help but giggle delicately.

“Thank you.” Your fingers brushed his as you grabbed the bag sending a shiver down your spine. Spencer froze feeling the sensation too. Nervously, he let his hand fall but the half-smile on his face remained.

“Where did you get this stuff anyway?” You asked as you walked around to the coffee machine. “I packed what I had at home.” Nodding, you began to prepare two cups. As the appliance whirred, you turned in your spot. “What about your mom? Wouldn't she have wanted to spend Christmas Day with you?”

Spencer continued to unpack the bags, neatly placing each item on the counter in front of him. “We spent all of yesterday together.” Pause. “And besides, she’s the one that urged me to come here.” He peered up at you, resting his palms down on the kitchen counter. The second his hazel eyes locked with yours, the flush of your cheeks turned a slender pink.

Not really thinking you ushered back towards him. The brunette doctor watched you attentively. Gently, you placed one hand on top of his and gave it a tender squeeze. “Lucky me.” You whispered staring deep into his eyes.

Spencers smile spread wider in unison with yours. After a few seconds of pure comfortable silence, he cleared his throat. “Do you think your prisoner boyfriend would mind if I asked you out on a date?” A faint giggle escaped your lips as the shade of your jowl turned from pink to bright red. “Even if he does-” You took another step towards Spencer, closing the space between you. “-I think you could handle him.”

Spencer chuckled. Using his free hand, he placed a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. His thumb stroked your cheek in the process and you angled into his pleasant touch.

“Thank you for being here.” You muttered, unintentionally chewing on your bottom lip.

He cupped your face as his gaze moved briefly down to your mouth before once again locking with yours. “Thank you for having me.” His voice soothing, not quite matching the fervour in his eyes.

In the space of a single heartbeat, he leaned down and his lips crushed against yours passionately. You let go of his hand and placed both your palms on his chest; tugging lightly at his shirt to try and pull him in even closer. Spencer did not waste a second, his now free arm moved elegantly around your waist.

The two of you pulled away breathlessly. He gently pressed his forehead to yours as you smiled. “Merry Christmas doctor.” “Merry Christmas Y/N.”

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coldmilkcreamery · 4 years ago

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lux in tenebris

~ 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 ~

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: jung jaehyun x male reader 🌹🥀

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 4182

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: set in the 1960’s, your relationship with Jaehyun blooms as you navigate a time when homosexuality is unacceptable.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀: hinted homophobia (but never shown)

𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 🌙

𝗮/𝗻: because valentines is jaehyun’s birthday !! hbd to my first bias <3 this story is so so fluffy, which is so unusual for me because i’m an angsty writer 🥴 also, i thought of this story while listening to ‘put your head on my shoulder’ !! every time i would write a part, i would listen to it <3 this is the longest story i’ve written, surpassing memories (which is also a jaehyun one btw, i think this unintentionally proves my dedication to him) !! i hope u guys like this because i’ve worked the hardest on this 🥺 happy valentines everyone ! <3

> 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 <

(some time in the 1960s~)

Everybody thought they were friends. The class-skipping, the after-school hangouts, the dinners at Anka’s Diner—everybody thought they were friends. And truly, they were.

But is that really all they were?

“So…” Jaehyun asks as they walk down the halls of Neo High, “Anyone approach for Valentine’s yet? I bet you’ve gotten more than three people to ask you out by now.”

Y/N chuckles, lightly shoving Jaehyun as the latter chuckles as well. “Man, stop it. No one asked me out. And who are you to say that? Star athlete, 6 pack abs, Jaehyun of the Neos, I'd say… 6 girls?”

“7, actually.” They both giggle as Jaehyun continues, “But… I shot all of them down.”

They both near Y/N’s locker, Jaehyun leaning on the ones beside as the former opens his and gets some books out. “Why? 7 girls… neat.”

“I have my eyes on someone else.” Jaehyun says, looking up, blushing at the ceiling, glad that Y/N’s locker door is obstructing the latter’s view of his face.

“Lucky girl.” Y/N says, nonchalantly as he closes the door to his locker. “She’ll say yes, don’t worry.”

“Sure hope they do. So… I'm guessing you're still on the make? You know, looking for a date?” Jaehyun says curiously, unknowingly hoping for a certain answer.

“I told you no one asked me out. And honestly, I’m fine with that. It's a Saturday on the 14th—maybe I should just stay home and listen to the radio.”

“Aww. That's fine little man.” Jaehyun says as they begin their trek towards their classes. “Maybe you could go out with me…” His voice softens, not wanting to alert those around them, “If you can't find anyone.”

Y/N chortles, smacking Jaehyun on the shoulder once again, “Kinda gay ain't it?”

“Nothing wrong with it.”

“You think the people around us’ll say the same?”

Jaehyun hums in acknowledgement as he fixes his tie, replying, “Okay then. Well, see ya’ later alligator.”

Y/N smiles as he sends the boy a wink, entering his classroom as the latter walks to his.

They both knew it. It was mutual knowledge. But unspoken. It was unspoken knowledge. The sly touches, the flirting—they both knew it.

But neither have made a real move yet.

“If you had one thing you could do right now, without being interrupted—without any distractions,” Jaehyun says, lying down on Y/N’s bed, throwing a baseball up in the air as he asks, “what would it be?”

“Hm.” Y/N ponders, pausing the movement of his pencil over the créme sheet of paper, placing it down. “Maybe…” he looks out the window, observing the orange to black ombré, “Moongazing. I just love the moon. The stars too.”

“You always talk about the moon.” Jaehyun stops throwing the white ball knitted with red fabric, catching it on one hand as he sits up. “What’s so bewitching about it anyway?”

“I don’t know.” Y/N continues writing, the graphite marking the pages as it produces the only sound in the room apart from their voices. “It’s… calming. Not to mention, the twinkling stars look pretty too.”

“Twinkle twinkle little star…” Jaehyun sings softly as Y/N chuckles, throwing a pillow at the former.

“If you don’t believe me—”

“I do. I’ll take you for your word.” Jaehyun replies almost instantly. “I always do.”

“Neat. Now flake off. The sun is setting. You live three streets away, and I don't want you walking in the dark alone.” Y/N gets up from his seat at the window, turning to face Jaehyun.

“Walk me home then.” Jaehyun replies, a smirk on his face.

“That would mean I would be the one walking home alone in the dark, you dork.”

“Alright, alright.” Jaehyun replies, getting up from Y/N’s bed to give him a long, warm hug. Their bodies separate as Jaehyun blows Y/N a kiss, walking out the bedroom door, getting a snort in return.

The marmalade sun hides itself on the horizon as Y/N looks out the window, waving to Jaehyun as the latter walks out their front yard, beginning his journey home.

Oh God, was he falling.

It was getting increasingly difficult to resist. The sneaky flirts, the clever comebacks—it was getting increasingly difficult to resist.

And maybe he should stop doing so.

“Baby~” Jaehyun sneaks up on Y/N, whispering the words as the latter stiffens in surprise before smacking him lightly in the face.

“Dude. You gotta stop saying shit like that.” The boy sitting on his assigned chair replies, looking up at Jaehyun who is now seated on his desk. “Why are you here anyways? Don’t you have class soon?”

“You do.” Jaehyun replies, pointing at Y/N before pointing at himself, “I don’t. My first subject isn’t ‘till 9.”

“Hm.” Y/N mumbles as he looks back down on the sheet of paper with two unanswered math problems waiting to be solved. “Well, I forgot to complete this last night because I was too pre-occupied with English, and there’s five minutes left ‘till my class starts so I really gotta finish this.”

“Maybe you don’t.” Jaehyun replies, a plan already devising itself in his mind. “Do you maybe wanna… go to the park?”

Y/N looks up, a smirk forming on his face as he observes the same smirk on Jaehyun’s. They hold a stare for about five seconds before Y/N shoves the gray sheet of paper into his backpack, not caring if it was getting crumpled. In laughing fits, both boys run out the hall and eventually out the school too. Slowing down from their marathon-like sprint, they don't notice that they have their fingers interlocked. Y/N realizing this, he quickly untangles them as he straightens his uniform, Jaehyun unconsciously bummed out.

“Well,” Y/N says, looking up at Jaehyun who was already staring at him, “lead the way, my good sir.”

Jaehyun bows as he jokes, “Why of course, Milady. I’ll have you back in school by 9, just in time for your second subject.”

Both giggle as they skip to the grassy park, unknowingly spending the whole day out of school.

Maybe it was something in the air. Something they inhaled, passing their airways as it made its way to their heart, freeing them from their icy restraints. Maybe it was something in the air—or maybe something in the grass. But it made them both come out of their shells.

What took that damned O₂ so long to enter their lungs?

“Oh shit.” Y/N realizes halfway through fawning about a low-graphic, black and white but new cartoon that had just come out. He looks down on his right wrist as he scoffs. “You said you’d get me back in school by 9.” He says, annoyed, looking up at Jaehyun, “It’s 9:05”.

Jaehyun chuckles innocently, planting his palm on the back of your shoulder. “Well… if people see us here in the park when we’re supposed to be in class… we’ll get detention for skipping.” He says, matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, totally didn't know that, Jae.” Y/N says, facetiously.

“Well… we could go to the movies? Or the fair…” Jaehyun brings his lips closer to Y/N ears as he whispers convincingly, “Or both.”

The flustered pulls away, hands pushing Jaehyun towards the opposite direction. “Fine. But I didn't bring my wallet today.”

“What do you want me to do about that?” Jaehyun replies, a look of sarcasm cascading his face. Y/N rolls his eyes before staring straight into Jaehyun’s, cracking his knuckles. Before he could get a word out, Jaehyun already surrenders. “Okay, okay! Calm down dude.” He chuckles. “But on one condition.”

“I’m listening.” Y/N replies, crossing his legs.

“Be my Valentine. For tomorrow.”

“W-”

“Dude, you don't have a valentine, I don't have a valentine—”

“Because you turned them all down!”

“Okay fair enough.” Jaehyun admits, “But it's not like I can ask them out again, it would be too humiliating for big ole’ Jae, wouldn't it?” He pouts, sticking his bottom lip out as he stares into Y/N’s eyes.

Y/N contemplates, sighing after a minute as he replies, “Fine.”

Jaehyun jumps in glee as he cheers, acting like a kid whose parents agreed to buy them ice cream.

“Just take me to the movies already.” Y/N sighs yet again, scratching his head as the taller calms down, bowing facetiously.

“Of course, Milady.”

“Shut up.”

“Okay.”

The popcorn was exceptional. Splendid indeed. The pop of flavor just made everything fall into place. The popcorn was exceptional—maybe that’s why Jaehyun held the bag so cautiously.

And soon enough, that won’t be the only thing he’ll be holding—and eating, too.

“Mmmh.” Jaehyun moans as he sips his pop, taking a handful of popcorn right after.

“Dude, stop! We haven't even gotten in the theater yet and you're already devouring everything.” Y/N whines, upset. “By the time the movie starts, we’ll have nothing!”

“Chill,” Jaehyun replies, taking one last sip from his straw before he smiles at Y/N, “we can just buy another one.”

“You’re just wasting money.” Y/N groans, not wanting Jaehyun to spend any more.

“Okay, okay.” He replies, sealing his popcorn as they wait to be let in the theater.

Was it the popcorn in the theater? Something that gave Jaehyun the courage. Because Jaehyun had not been this bold 6 months ago. Was it the popcorn in the theater—or was it the soda pop?

It didn't matter. What he was going to do with his newly-found virtue did.

In the darkness, the mono-colored movie played as the bag of popcorn was set in between the boys.

“Remind me why we decided to watch a romance movie again?” Y/N brings his lips closer to Jaehyun’s ears as he whispers, not wanting to disturb the rest.

“People say it’s a good movie.”

“They both die.”

Jaehyun peels his eyes away from the screen to stare at Y/N, a look of disbelief washing over his face. “You just spoiled the movie for me.”

“Everybody knows the story of Romeo and Juliet.” Y/N replies, rolling his eyes.

“Well, I don’t.” Jaehyun whispers, looking back at the projected movie, correcting himself, “Didn’t. I guess I do now.”

“I still can’t believe you didn’t know though.” Y/N remarks, grabbing popcorn from their shared bucket, staring at the movie playing.

“Now I do, and…” Jaehyun looks at Y/N once again, his cheeks burning as he braves and says, “I guess it’s a good thing we’ll both be Romeos tomorrow.”

Y/N lightly chuckles, trying to ignore what Jaehyun had just said, keeping his eyes glued to the movie.

Unsatisfied with Y/N’s reaction, Jaehyun slips his fingers past the bucket of popcorn and onto Y/N’s, resting on the armrest. With the sudden weight and warmth on his hand, Y/N tenses—but doesn’t look at Jaehyun. Rather, he watches the movie intently, silently hoping he doesn’t give in.

Jaehyun leans closer to Y/N, lips right next to his ears as he whispers, “I’m cold.”

And he gives in.

Their fingers interlock in the dark of the theater, the sounds of dialogue from the movie filling the enclosed space up. No one can see them—it’ll be alright.

Jaehyun always found rings cute. A cheese ring, a metal ring, the ring around Saturn. Jaehyun always found rings cute,

But his greatest wish was to put a diamond one around Y/N’s finger.

“This is a scam.” Y/N retorts, hands crossed. He stares at Jaehyun as they stand in line for a hoop game on the board walk’s carnival, a few minutes after their exit from the theater.

“There’s no harm in trying.” Jaehyun replies, his eyes on the prize—a teddy bear the size of a toddler.

“That’s like saying ‘There’s no harm in getting scammed’, Jae.”

“Well,” Jaehyun cheekily replies, smirking as he blurts, “there’s no harm in getting scammed for you.”

Y/N looks at Jaehyun in disbelief as the flirt grabs 3 round hoops, preparing to land them on the moving bottles. Much like Y/N’s prediction, the first hoop falls too early and too far from the bottles, the second slides off after nearing and the third one flies too far and hits the stall owner. Jaehyun cringes as the owner painfully smirks, the feeling of victory of scamming another customer engulfing the latter’s mind, accompanied by the feeling of pain from the metal object recently hurled at his stomach.

“At least we have consolation candy?” Jaehyun’s face agonizes, embarrassment taking over.

“At least we have consolation candy.” Y/N repeats, grabbing a handful as he smiles at the owner and makes a 180°, leaving the booth. Jaehyun follows behind, hands in his pocket as he looks around the fair.

“Oooh,” Jaehyun interests, “What about that one?” He says, pointing at the game with a man in his 20’s trapped inside a container with water below, fate depending on his partner’s aim at the target.

“How about no?” Y/N replies, chuckling shortly after, “If you like water so much…

how do you feel about the beach?”

Tonight was the night. It wasn’t the 14th—it was the day before. But Jaehyun was more than confident enough to make a move. Tonight was the night—and nothing could go wrong.

Or so he hopes.

The tangerine sun meets the navy water once again, its center resting at the edge of the coast. Both boys walk down the beach, hands in pockets as they keep their feelings in.

“Pretty isn’t it?” Jaehyun perks up as he stares at Y/N breaking the silence. “The sun setting.” Jaehyun nods as Y/N continues. “It’s a shame that it’s disappearing soon. Give it a few minutes more and there won’t be a trace of orange on the sky.”

“It’s just how it is.” Jaehyun replies.

“Exactly.” Y/N gleams, the wind blowing on his shirt. “As much as I love seeing the sun, and as much as I hate seeing it go, I see it as a good thing too.”

“What do you mean?” Jaehyun replies, sparkles in his eyes as he stares at Y/N, only the calm waters and the sun’s secant behind him.

“I see it as, ‘if you love something, you have to let something else go’, or something of the sort.” Y/N chuckles, his hands still in his pockets, “I love the sun so much, but if it means seeing the night sky again, I’d give it up every single day, every single time, every single chance I get.”

“You must love the moon and stars so much, huh.” Jaehyun awes as his skin glows under the dying sun’s radiating tint.

Y/N nods as both boys settle down on a spot by the ocean, watching the sun submerge, darker and bluer hues taking over the early evening sky. They sit there for a few minutes, staring at the ocean waves, thinking about their current situation. As they contemplate, the sky has completely changed, from warm hues into cooler and darker ones, the moon showing itself first.

“There you go.” Jaehyun chuckles, laying his back on the sand as he points up, “Your favorite.”

Y/N follows the direction Jaehyun’s finger is pointing at as he looks up at the indigo atmosphere, a faint, glowing crescent standing out. He beams as he appreciates the moon’s presence, basking in it. “Thank you for today, Jae.”

“You’re welcome. Don’t forget about tomorrow okay?”

Y/N nods as he gets up, dusting his shorts off from the sand. The other gets up as well, doing the same as Y/N watches.

Just as the latter is about to leave, Jaehyun speaks up. “Wait!” Y/N faces him once again, a sparkle on his eyes as he wonders why he was called back. “I— I have something to say.” Jaehyun shivers, clenching his fists as he breathes in and out, preparing himself for his own confession. “For the longest time I’ve— I’ve looked up to you and I just wanna say,” Y/N raises his eyebrows, the sound of waves crashing onto the beach filling his ears, “I like you.”

‘I like you’. The words ring in Y/N ears, the syllables painting his eardrums with love. It seems great at first but then he remembers—the predjudice, the shame, the disgrace, the dishonor—and doubles back. “Y-you can’t.”

“Yes, I can.” Jaehyun says as he inches closer to Y/N, his hand grazing the latter’s cheek as he pulls closer. Their lips touch under the moonlight, the stars and benthics as their witness. The taste of strawberry fills Y/N’s taste buds, the savory flavor of intimacy filling his mouth. With the doting feeling of passion engulfing Y/N’s body, he kisses back. They move in sync for a few seconds until Jaehyun pulls away, the feeling of endearment filling his mind as he registers that he had just kissed Y/N—the one he's been pining for for the past few years. Of course, that feeling isn't long-lasting as he notices Y/N take a step back, fear in the latter’s eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Jaehyun questions, his words coming out as a mere whisper. Y/N doesn't reply as he takes more steps back, mortified. Jaehyun reaches his hand out—and that’s all it takes to send Y/N running.

He sprints the opposite direction, ignoring Jaehyun’s shouts behind him. Adrenaline rushes through his veins as his shoes hit the sand continuously, fear and disappointment fueling his run.

Jaehyun is left alone, under the moonlit beach, and instead of hearing his beloved’s voice, only the sound of waves fill his ears, sending him into full regret.

Was it like water? Sometimes everything would be blithe—calm, tranquil water, their insouciant selves enjoying the world. But sometimes it would be erratic too—the unpredictable waves engulfing them and their relationship. Was it like water—their love for one another?

Jaehyun just hopes it wouldn’t dry up.

“Thought I’d find you up here.” Jaehyun mutters as he closes the rooftop door, making a sound as it closes again. It’s been a few hours since the beach incident, the moon already glowing brighter. “Look, I’m sorry for kiss–”

“Don’t be.” Y/N replies, keeping his voice as stern as possible, despite already being on the verge of tears. “It was great, I just,” Y/N pauses, takes in the night sky’s view for the last time before he breaks down, and plants his eyes on Jaehyun, still by the rooftop door. “Don’t you think this is wrong?”

“What is?” Jaehyun replies, already knowing the answer he would receive.

“This.” Y/N replies, whining dejectedly as he gets up from his sitting position, facing Jaehyun. “This is. We’re both guys, we shouldn't be flirting, let alone kissing!”

“Why does it matter?” Jaehyun questions, stepping forward as he tries his best to keep his tears in.

“It just does Jaehyun!” Y/N yells back, the exact opposite of Jaehyun’s hushed tone, his voice echoing out into the night sky. “It just does.” He repeats, tears pooling on the corner of his eyes.

“If it does, then…” Jaehyun steps back, the feeling of woe engulfing him, “you never liked me the same way I like you.”

“No!” Y/N replies almost immediately, a tear already slipping out, painting his right cheek, “I, I like you Jae, I like you so fucking much. Every single moment we’ve had, every single moment we’ve shared—I relish every bit of it. I can’t stop liking you—I’ll never stop liking you. But,” Y/N pauses, “I’m scared.”

Jaehyun steps closer to Y/N, pulling him into his embrace as the latter cries out onto his shoulder, tears staining his t-shirt, “Don’t be.”

“But I am.” Y/N replies, sniffing as he tightens his grip on Jaehyun’s body. “I’m scared of everything—What if people talk bad about us, behind our backs? What if our parents kick us out? What if we get expelled? What if—”

“Shh.” Jaehyun shushes, his hand rubbing Y/N’s back slowly, the strokes calming the latter down. “Stop thinking about the ‘what ifs’, just focus on me.”

“I’m sorry, I know I overthink a lot.” Y/N mumbles, pulling away from their embrace as he looks Jaehyun in the eyes, the moonlight shining on them. “I’m just… scared of the darkness that awaits, you know?”

“I get you.” Jaehyun replies as he stares at Y/N, melancholic. “And I’ll do whatever it takes, okay? I’ll be your candle, your shining light, anything that’ll get you through the darkness.”

“Thanks.” Y/N chuckles, looking down, noticing the sand still on Jaehyun’s shoes. “But that still doesn’t change what people would think about…” He points to Jaehyun, then at himself, repeatedly, “this.”

Jaehyun hums as he guides Y/N to the ledge of the rooftop, sitting both him and himself down as they stare out onto the deserted school field below. “Remember what you said about the sun, just a few hours ago when we were down at the beach?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I’d give it all up. All of it. My status, my family, my friends—all of it…” Jaehyun says, peeling his eyes off the dark field below them and locking them with Y/N’s, passion fueling his words, “if it meant I could be with you. Because as much as I love them, if it means seeing you in my arms, I’d give them all up every single day, every single time, every single chance I get.”

Y/N forces a sob in, trying his best not to break down. “But why?” He replies, feeling tears pool again.

“Because I’m serious with you, dude.” Jaehyun replies as Y/N chuckles, the tears still in his eyes. “I’ve been wanting to tell you all this for a while now.”

Y/N snickers louder, he and his best friend’s intimacy overwhelming him. He takes in Jaehyun’s form, the moon casting its light down on him, and makes a desicion. “Fine.”

“Fine what?”

“Fine, you can be my candle. Fine, you can be my shining light. Fine…” Y/N pauses, trying to find the right words, “Fine, I’ll give this—us—a chance.”

Jaehyun quickly switches moods from his dejected one to a grin from ear to ear, painting over his gloomy look. “Does that mean you’re still my valentine for tomorrow...” Jaehyun pauses, looks at his watch then looks back into Y/N’s eyes, noticing all the sorrow fading, “I mean later?”

“Yes, dude.”

“We have to stop calling each other that now, babe.”

“Ew. Too cheesy don’t you think?”

“Not at all. I think it suits you.”

Both men chuckle as they stare out into the landscape, a completely new bond between them formed.

“Since it’s Valentine’s Day already,” Jaehyun mumbles as he looks toward Y/N’s direction, “do you mind giving me a kiss?” Y/N stops his peaceful gaze on the stars as he locks eyes with Jaehyun, noticing the sparkles in his eyes. “No running away this time though.”

Y/N chuckles before he places his hand on Jaehyun’s cheek, moving closer and closer, feeling their taboo love get stronger and stronger. Their lips touch as he realizes that Jaehyun’s lips taste more like peaches than strawberries. With this thought in mind, he smiles into their kiss, the feeling of fear leaving his body as he feels his best friend’s—now boyfriend’s—lips on his.

Instead of the briny ocean water witnessing their love wither merely 6 hours earlier, it was now the magnificent moon and the stunning stars bearing witness to their young, requited love bloom.

Maybe it was the stigma. The thing that kept them apart for so long. Maybe it was the stigma—or maybe they were both just pussies.

Good thing they grew some balls.

“I think I get why you like the moon and stars so much.” Jaehyun blurts as the two lay on the beach once again, staring up at the glittered night sky, the valentine air floating out and about.

“And why’s that?” Y/N says as he looks up at Jaehyun, curiosity devouring him.

“It reminds me of a phrase in Latin.” He replies, smiling as the bijou stars twinkled at them, as if they were smiling. “It means light in darkness.” Y/N nods. “The moon, the stars—they paint the plain black sky and turn it into something stunning. I can’t look away from it now. Whenever I look up at night, I’ll always remember you.”

“Good for you.” Y/N chuckles, shifting his gaze from his boyfriend’s cheek and placing it back on the painting-like sky above them, miniature dots glistening on the canvas. “What’s that phrase again? If it sounds pretty, I just might get it tattooed on me.”

“Light in darkness,” Jaehyun stops, smiling back at the specs winking at them, “and in Latin,” Y/N looks up at Jaehyun, only to catch him staring back, stars in his eyes,

“Lux in tenebris.”

End.

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 02.04.21

𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: 02.13.21

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babbushka · 4 years ago

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Hey Zannah! I saw requests are still open so as a funny maybe sweet piece I had an idea. Maybe reader and Pale have a tornado warning and he’s the one who’s scared and reader’s just like “I want to go outside and watch” lmao. Just something silly possibly. Thanks babe, sending love to you today!!!!!

A/N: Thank you for this request! I have 0 experience with tornadoes I'm afraid, so I hope that you don't mind that I've changed this to a hurricane <33

1.2k, briefly NSFW

Somehow, during the hours and hours of heady lovemaking -- because really that’s what this was, that’s what this had melted into from the lack of energy after such a brutal fucking -- the world around you and Pale grows dark. It isn’t noticeable at first, how could it be? With the weight of your man on top of your body, pushing and pulling you further into the mattress, gasps and moans spilling from your lips. When you’re with Pale, your eyes shut so tight that the whole of the fuckin’ universe might as well be dark.

Except, it shouldn’t really be, the more you think about it, when Pale comes for the you-don’t-know-how-many-fuckin’-times-it’s-been, and he slumps against your exhausted body, limbs shakin’ from the effort of it all. The more you think about it, your senses slowly startin’ to return to your mind, even hazy and cloudy and foggy as they are from the pleasure, it shouldn’t be that dark.

And then, you hear the crack of thunder, and are reminded of the weather report the night before, a category three sweepin’ into the city. Somewhere, deep down in your bones, the ache of the pressure from the sky outside has you wanting to climb out of bed, much to your man’s dissatisfaction.

He’s got his eyes closed now, Pale does. You don’t blame him, he’s got to be tired from that spectacular performance, but you can’t tell if he’s asleep or not yet. The even rise and fall of his chest isn’t deterred by another loud smack of thunder, so you think it’s safe to try and peel away the sticky sweaty sheets, you think it’s safe to detangle your legs from his, getting one foot on the floor before a hand grips your wrist and a deep disgruntled voice asks,

“Where the fuck do you think you’re goin’?”

Smiling ever so gently, you lean over and press a kiss to his scowling face. Eyes still closed, his brow furrows, his nose crinkling up, like the thought of you getting out of bed for any reason is completely unacceptable.

“Outside.” You reply softly, already anticipating the protesting.

“No.” He doesn’t disappoint, cracking one eye open at you as he fumbles on the nightstand for a cigarette, “Absolutely fuckin’ not. In this weather? You gotta be outta your damn mind. Get back here, right the fuck now, under these covers, and let me kiss on you for a while.”

“C’mon, please? Just for a few minutes?” You grin at him as you reach over where he seems to be struggling, grabbing the box and sticking one of the cigarettes into your own mouth just long enough to strike up a match, light it, and pass it to him.

“What the -- did I not fuck you hard enough? Is that it? Is this you tellin’ me to plow you over the fuckin’ moon because I will -- let me just smoke a minute and then I’ll be right back fuckin’ to it but you ain’t gettin’ swept away by no goddamn hurricane on my fuckin’ watch.” Pale sits up fully now, his gold chain swaying ever so gently and bonking against his muscled neck.

“You fucked me plenty hard, honey.” You reassure him, letting him wind his arms around you, letting him drag you back against him, giggling the whole way.

“Not if you’re still talkin’ I didn’t.” He’s angry in the way that he always tends to be angry, and you just let him kiss you the way he wants, the way you both want, all the time. It’s a fucking wonder you get anything done, when you’re together.

Lightning peals across the sky, and Pale flinches this time, making you cock your head to the side a little, a soft smile gracing your lips as you card your fingers through his hair.

“Are you afraid of storms?” You whisper, like someone is listening and judging Pale for his answer, “It’s okay if you are.”

“Me?” He only scoffs and splutters and rolls his eyes at you in that way that says of course he’s fuckin’ scared, even as he wrangles you down to the bed a little more, kisses and sucks at your throat, “Oh now you’ve gone ahead and done it sweetheart, your VSOP ain’t afraid of no fuckin’ storms, but this ain’t a normal storm, is it? This is a hurricane baby girl, ain’t that supposed to have winds over one-hundred miles per hour? Nah nah nah, the last fuckin’ thing I need is for you to get swept away. Who the fuck would suck my dick then?”

Rolling you underneath him, your legs automatically wrap around his waist out of sheer instinct, and you laugh and smack a hand playfully against his strong stomach.

“Aw, you do care.” You roll your eyes right back at him, and even though he’s scowling at you, you can see the barest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

This was how things usually went -- you want something, he says no, you accept that response, and then he changes his mind anyway. In your two years together you think he’s only ever truly denied you once, but that was because he had been away. So when Pale decides to give you what you want, it’s not much of a surprise, even if you’re still pleased.

“Alright alright, just for a few minutes. If you get struck by lightning that’s your fuckin’ fault. Don’t go expectin’ me to rescue you, you got that?” Pale grumbles as he pushes himself away from you, reachin’ for the dresser and a clean pair of clothes to throw at your naked body.

“I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.” Expertly catching the slip dress, you pull it up over your head and let the cool silk slink down your body, a reprieve from the heat of the Floridian summer.

What a way to start your vacation, you can’t help but think, knowing Pale had whisked you away to Miami in an attempt for some tropical paradise shit that had to go get interrupted by the hurricane. It was only passing through for today, the weatherman said, and it wasn’t supposed to do much damage, but still.

Sitting outside on the balcony of your hotel room overlooking the ocean, it’s one of those sights that reminds you of the glory of nature. Something about the huge clouds, thick and dark, the choppy waves, the thunder and lightning make you feel very small, and it’s exhilarating. Yesterday the beach was crystalline blue, with the rainbow dottings of umbrellas and swimsuits, and tomorrow it’ll likely be that way too. But for this moment, it feels like you and Pale are in another world, one where the crisp rainy air fills your lungs, and the thunder shakes the sky.

“See? Isn’t this nice?” You turn to your man, who is smoking on the balcony, one arm slung around your waist, looking for all the world like he’s going to beat the shit out of the hurricane himself.

“You got a fucked up idea of what’s nice, you know that.” Peering down at you, he shakes his head, and you can tell he’s reaching his limit for how long he’ll go out of bed before complaining.

“Maybe.” You laugh, resting your head on his shoulder, watching as the horizon turns green with the oncoming storm, “But you like it.”

And despite all his bitching and moaning and groaning, he can’t help but huff out a laugh because, “Yeah, I do.”

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radbelinda · 2 years ago

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oh boy, i know this is spam, but I heard you love peak stories. I think the thing that did it for me was I didn’t understand what gender identity was supposed to be. I remember arguing about JK Rowling’s op piece. Many of my friends were Tras or flavours of non binary so I really didn’t want to go with my gut bc I didn’t want to be transphobic and I generally try to respect other people’s lives. radblr was the final straw for me. Told myself it was just out of curiosity to understand the —

[‘opposing argument’ for a while then ended up realising. Turns out much of what I believed re feminism before was rad leaning already and I had been trying to convince myself otherwise for so long. I guess what I’m trying to say is keep up the good work ladies. you may be reaching out to sleepers who didn’t realise they were lying to themselves and need to see that they aren’t alone.] [I didn’t realise before but I was so tired from having to regulate my thoughtcrime and I feel so much better and have much more confidence in myself and my opinions now. You people are such a refreshing break from much of the internet and it’s great that radblr exists.] [(and another thing: it really does feel like escaping a religion, especially comparing the experience with how I dealt with my own relgion. the never having answers to your questions except for circular illogical loops, regulation of language, everything. I hope more people peak soon)]

Yessss THANK YOU for this spam I love it!! I know exactly what you mean about justifying it to yourself with 'well, I gotta know mine enemy!' - I literally couldn't stop reading terf stuff once I started, it drew me back again and again because I'd unpicked a thread in the ideology and the thread just kept going.

One of the really painful things about purity culture within social justice is how firmly it delineates Acceptable Feminism and Unacceptable Feminism, and coincidentally, almost everything that is life-affirming and meaningful and useful and politically rigorous is in the forbidden zone. Stuff like actually having a class analysis of what is helpful for women rather than just individualised affirmation. Reading more rad-leaning women's words on here, and reading radical feminist texts in real life, has helped me genuinely open and sharpen my mind and detach myself completely from worrying about the doctrine my friends sign up for. It's all the rigour and independence I had been missing for so long, and principles that have genuinely helped me unpick internalised misogyny I was still holding onto. And it makes me mad that for years I was dissatisfied with mainstream feminism but I'd give so many crappy 'feminist' men a pass because the moment I'd get a bit salty with them, I'd have other indoctrinated women rushing in to defend them.

I think one of the things I've been slightly saddened by is how many friends of mine irl aren't really driven by truthseeking in the way I felt I really was. The stuff that sent me spiralling into research and reading just sort of washes over them - they acknowledge inconsistencies and irritations but don't feel any drive to sort them out. But people are all different, and the breaking point will be different for everyone. I love messages like this that remind me how many people are still in that long process of quietly sorting out their thoughts. Thank you lovely anon!! x

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chronicallylatetotheparty · 3 years ago

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Float Like A Butterfly... Chapter 5: So Last Season

Summary: Now that Adrien is no longer Chat Noir he doesn't have to get hit all the time. Unfortunately, his luck doesn't seem to have gotten the memo... Or has it?

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"So, how're you holding up?"

"Please, Adrien, it's my mother! I'm positively ecstatic!"

"Exactly. It's your mother."

Chloe looked down for a second before her eyes snapped back up, any doubts she had hidden in an instant. "She's finally coming back! I'll finally be able to show her what she's been missing." Chloe tossed her ponytail back to emphasize the unspoken Me. "Now, I've gotta go. Sabrina insisted we do an 'emotional support routine' or whatever beforehand. Ciao!"

Sighing, Adrien stared at his phone for a moment before putting it down. He knew Chloe was grateful for Sabrina's help but it was still a struggle getting her to admit it.

Or getting her to admit how much Audrey had hurt her.

It was one thing to travel halfway around the world for your career and leave your daughter behind. It was something else entirely to completely ignore her. In all the years since Audrey left Chloe hadn't received a single birthday gift, phone call or text message. Adrien would know. Chloe would've bragged about it endlessly if her mother had taken so much as two seconds to acknowledged her existence-

Adrien's foot jerked, striking the vanity table and making the connected mirror tremble. Heart suddenly pounding against his chest as tension built up in his forehead. Distressed expression reflecting back at him.

Breathe, Adrien. Breathe.

Slowly, he inhaled.

Then exhaled.

Again.

Good.

He was okay.

Adrien was okay.

Guilt pricked like a thorn for thinking of his own problems when Chloe needed him. Adrien crushed it with his anger and annoyance but it was still there. Like a splinter that wouldn't come out.

I hate you.

Swiping out of the video chat Adrien tapped on Nino's number. It rang... and rang... and rang...

He's annoyed with me. I did something wrong again and Nino doesn't want to-

Adrien smacked both sides of his face. No, dummy! Nino's just busy or something. Stop that!

It wasn't every day a teenage DJ provided the music for Paris Fashion Week, after all. Nino had to make sure all his equipment was working properly.

The door to his dressing room burst open.

"Adrien, your friend Mlle. Dupain-Cheng will be bringing the last article of the new Gabriel line," Nathalie announced. "Your father expects everything to be perfect for Audrey Bourgeois."

"Doesn't he always?" Adrien deadpanned.

Nathalie stared at his watery eyes before typing something into her tablet. "Your performance on catwalks only has a 99% success rate. He expects you'll do better."

Father thinks you're a failure just like everyone else. He-

Shut up! Adrien felt something heavy settle in his chest.

One of the makeup artists came rushing in and Nathalie gestured her towards Adrien. "Touch up his eyes," she instructed and then left.

Jaw clenching, Adrien sat perfectly still as the makeup artist did her job. He was never entirely sure what the staff thought about him. 'Professional' was a word that was tossed around a lot. That used to fill him with a little pride... Before all of this.

The last person to suggest that a thirteen year old mourning his mother wasn't 'professional' so much as he was 'depressed' had never come back to work... Oh. Adrien had forgotten about that.

Finishing quickly, the makeup artist left too. Leaving Adrien with his thoughts. He didn't want to be with his thoughts at the moment. They were distracting and Nathalie had not been subtle.

I hate-

His phone vibrated as it received someone's text.

Ni-Non: hey dude!

Ni-Non: it's crazy over here man

Ni-Non: break a leg! ;)

Adrien smiled as his unpleasant mood faded to the back of his mind... And if he saw similarities between his family and Chloe's, well, that's why he could empathize with her.

Adrien: That's theater but I guess there's not much difference.

Adrien: Thanks. ^_^

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There was a knock at his door. Adrien stopped fidgeting in the awkward suit to go answer it.

"Hello, Marinette." Adrien smiled in greeting.

"Oh, uh, hello!" Marinette gave a small wave as she stepped up the short stairs and-

Adrien braced himself with one foot while his hands went to her shoulders. Steadying Marinette as she quickly removed her weight from him.

"Oh! Uh, sorry." Marinette looked away in embarrassment at having tripped into him.

"... No worries!" Adrien smiled as he shook his head. Marinette seemed... subdued. Reaching down to pick up the hat that had fallen. "Oh, no." The artificial feather Marinette made for his allergies had come loose. "I hope it's not too hard to fix it."

Marinette looked down. "Uh, y'know, it doesn't really matter. This hat is a complete failure anyway."

"What? No, it's not!" Adrien rose to his feet quickly in shock. "Why would you say that?"

"Because... the queen of fashion, Audrey Bourgeois, saw it and hated it!" Marinette's hands covered her face, voice breaking. "I'm sorry, Adrien. I really messed up. I'm a total no talent!" Her arms wrapped around herself in a hug. "Please, don't put it on," she pleaded.

Adrien's heart went out to Marinette as she laid her insecurities bare. "Marinette, everything's going to be fine." He searched for the proper spot to reattach the feather, fiddling with it as Adrien reassured her. "Your hat looks great. I think it's awesome and so does... my father." Adrien cleared his throat as he managed to fix her hat. "Otherwise he wouldn't have picked it for me. Look!"

Putting Marinette's hat on Adrien walked across the dressing room like he was already performing. Striking a few poses to ease Marinette's anxiety. "See?"

It seemed to work as Marinette gave a small smile. "You got that catwalk down," she complimented.

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck. "Really? Thank you."

"Ah-hem," Nathalie cleared her throat. "We have to go." Without waiting for Marinette she turned on her heel and started walking towards the viewing area.

Adrien rolled his eyes but smiled at Marinette's back as she hurried to catch up. Turning back to look at himself in the mirror Adrien scanned his outfit. The suit may have been generic and a few seams too close to last year's entry but Marinette's hat was fire.

"Okay!" Adrien was gonna go out there and make sure they recognized Marinette's talent!

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Holding Marinette's hat to his chest Adrien stuck his head out in a decidedly 'unprofessional' manner. Spotting Marinette's family and a bunch of his friends in the first row. Adrien's blond head caught Nino's eye from across the catwalk and he gave him a thumbs up.

Adrien waved as he ducked back behind the corner before the photographers could take any pictures of the Agreste heir acting like a kid.

You got this, Adrien. Nino's DJ-ing, your classmates came -even though most of them don't care about fashion- with any luck Alix and Kim will tease you about it for the next month.

That would give Adrien the opportunity to dish out a bunch of jokes he never got the chance to use!

The music started; that was his cue.

You got this!

Adrien posed on the runway. Camera flashes already starting. Strutting down the catwalk Adrien smirked at Marinette. See? Stopping at the platform's end he posed in various angles for the photographers. Nino seemed to be enjoying himself too and that made Adrien's smile come much more naturally.

A small eruption boomed behind him and Adrien turned to see Hawkmoth's latest fashion disaster. Gasping, as his heart started hammering in his chest.

"A fashion show without the Queen of Style!? Glitter-ally unacceptable!" The akuma villain announced. "Where's that ungrateful Gabriel Agreste. I demand that he kneels before me!"

Ugh, what has he done now?

"My father isn't here," Adrien snapped in annoyance. Hearing people running for the exits.

"Well, then. If fashion disaster daddy isn't here I'll just have to settle for Agreste Junior! You're fired!"

Adrien's eyes widened as he stepped back. Golden glitter exploding everywhere as his body became numb and his senses dark-

-Glowing ladybugs swirled around him as Adrien had the disorienting feeling of laying down when he could've sworn he'd been standing. Glancing around, Adrien realized he was now at the Eiffel Tower.

"Adrik- Adrien!" Chloe tackled him as he stood, throwing her arms around him. "I was so scared!"

Adrien blinked in surprise as Chloe set her head on his shoulder. Not letting him go... Adrien smiled as he hugged her back. Enjoying this genuine display of affection.

"Pound it!"

Head snapping towards the sound Adrien saw another Black Cat, this one a girl with long, reddish hair, fist bump Ladybug. They grinned at each other in post battle relief.

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

A chill to rival Frozer's ice covered Adrien from head to toe. It was one thing to see Ladybug working with a different Black Cat on the news. Quite another to have his replacement. Three. Frickin. Meters. In front of him!

Chloe didn't notice... Or rather Adrien didn't notice when she'd let go to help her mother. Who tried to fire her own daughter as thanks.

Adrien jerked his eyes away from the superhero duo-

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

-Away from the Miraculous holders and forced himself to listen to whatever the Bourgeois were saying. Ears ringing as Ladybug and the Black Cat talked about something behind him...

"Oh, mom. If only you knew what a great team we made!" Chloe trailed after her mother as they walked down the tower's stairs; attempting to capture her attention. "We fired a bunch of incompetents. It was awesome. We should really spend more time together! What if I went back to New York with you?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Casserole- Eh, Chloe!" Audrey dismissed. "First I have to get back to Gabriel Agreste's fashion show. And they better..."

Adrien's eyes narrowed as he looked down from the railing, his grip on it tightening. Heat from a growing indignation melting the ice he felt. What did she just call Chloe?

"Adrien Agreste, right? I can give you a lift back if you want."

His tensed body jerked in surprise as Adrien realized Ladybug was standing right behind him. Throat and chest constricting as his thoughts whirled. Spots darkened his vision as he felt lightheaded. Adrien's knuckles becoming white, the metal railing digging into his skin. A single thought rose above the ringing in his ears.

I don't wanna talk to her.

Giving his best model smile, Adrien schooled his features. "Ah, thanks but-" he pointed down, "-I should really check on them."

"O-oh! Of course!"

Ladybug's face was out of focus but Adrien could still feel the melancholy in her voice.

Powering past his queasy stomach Adrien made his way to the stairs. The sound of Ladybug's yo-yo whirring reached his ears; signaling her departure. Adrien took a shuddering gasp as he leaned against a metal pillar for support. Body suddenly limp.

Breath accelerating Adrien tried to calm himself. Why was he up here? Had- Had Audrey's blast mind controlled him? Again!? He couldn't breathe.

Adrien sank to his knees as he felt his skin crawl at the idea of that- that- asshole reaching into his mind and taking away his free will. He hated it! He HATED it!

Gasping as his rage broke him out of the panic, Adrien steadied his breathing... He wanted- no, needed to know what happened... Which meant getting up and moving forward... Forcing himself to his feet Adrien wiped the sweat from his brow and followed the others down.

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"Remind me to tell your father to fire the person in charge of the Eiffel Tower elevators..." Audrie panted. "This is... unacceptable... utterly unacceptable!"

"Of course, mom. Oh!" Chloe glanced down to see what she'd stumbled on.

Adrien looked up as he fanned himself with Marinette's hat.

And dropped it.

He stared open mouthed at the small, black, octagonal box in Chloe's hands. Heartbeat leaping into his throat.

What the hell is THAT doing here!?

"Ooh! What's this?" Chloe turned the box around in her hands but didn't open it.

Adrien suddenly forgot his exhaustion and rushed to her side. The lie coming easily to his lips. "Oh, I recognize that! They sell them at antique shops."

"Ew, it's old! Get it away from me!" Chloe practically hurled it at Adrien.

Catching it easily. A thrill ran up Adrien's arms and down his spine as the box made contact with his skin. The hairs at the back of his neck standing on end.

Chloe dusted her hands and kept walking. Glancing nervously at her mother. Hoping Audrey hadn't seen her with something so outdated.

I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! The voice in his head said.

Shut up, Adrien told it as he stared at the unknown Miraculous in his hand. Heartbeat hammering in his chest. But it wasn't from fear. No, it was... anticipation.

The corners of Adrien's lips curled upwards.

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Notes: Oh, would you look at that. I'm back! It only took... eight months!

#style queen #ml au #adrien angst #adrien agreste #chloe bourgeois #audrey bourgeois #ml fanfic #ml angst #canon divergent au #canon divergence

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thegrimreaper-probably · 2 years ago

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Chapter 5: Stop eating trash

Masterlist

Summary: USJ attack! Y/n finally turns into a shark! (Because of spice, I’m making it so you kill a bunch of ppl! So sadly not very shark like but uh gotta have a draw back)

Trigger warning: Blood, ripping of limbs, fighting, sadness, feelings like a failure.

“Oh fuck this shit. I’m going home.” I say as a bunch of new reporters gather around the school.

“The fuck your not!” Katsuki grabs on to my bag and drags me towards the group.

“Yes I am.” I go limp so I’m more heavy.

“I give you permission to bite the mic.” I think about it.

“Hmm.. fine.”

“Hey, you! Can you tell us what it's like to work so closely with All Might?” A bald guy shoves a mic in my face.

“Yeah I can just one second.” I say sweetly and bite the mic off. Katsuki laughs, and drags us through before we get stopped again.

“Aren't you two the kids that were involved with the Sludge Villain?” Katsuki hold tighter on my bag.

“Oh you asked for this!” I take my bag off and bite the camera. I hear shirking and grab the lady’s mic and bite that as well.

“Fuka, enough.” I hear sensei say.

“But-.” He cuts me off.

“Enough.” I nod and swallow the mic and put my bag on. Which Katsuki still holds it tightly.

“Walk away.” Sensei says.

“Please, sir. Can you get All Might for us? Also, you look like a mess, what's your deal?” The lady who I broke the mic says.

“All Might's not on campus today. Now get outta here, you've disturbed my students enough already.” He says.

“But my viewers wanna know how he's adjusting to life as a teacher!” Some other one says.

“I feel like I've seen that guy somewhere before. But where?” The bald guy asks.

“I don't know, but he's a bit scruffy for a hero...” the lady says.

“If you keep this up I’ll just let Fuka come back.”

“Are you threatening us?” They ask.

“Yes.”

“CAN I? I’M NOT DONE WITH THAT LADY YET!” I say as I run back to Sensei.

“Depend if they stay here.”

“Hey I know you! Your that kid that said those heroes were pathetic!”

“Yup! They’re just like you!” I smile sweetly. I then feel my phone buzz. I look at it and sweat.

“Hi mom.” I answer it.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? I DID NOT TEACH YOU TO ACT THIS WAY!” I back the phone away as everyone stays quiet and listens to my mom yelling.

“YOU APOLOGIZE RIGHT NOW YOUNG LADY SO HELP ME!”

“Yes mother, I understand that what I said was completely wrong and unacceptable. I should have not reacted that way or use my quirk for bad.” I turn to the lady.

“I’m sorry that I ate your equipment and I will pay for the damage. I’m deeply sorry that I also called you pathetic.”

“NOW ANSWER THEIR QUESTIONS!” I hear mom yell I sigh.

“Mother I have class to go to. I can’t-.”

“Don’t do the crime if you don’t have the time!”

“But-.”

“Do it!”

“What do you want to ask from me.” I says as I force a smile.

“Fuka let me see the phone.” Sensei says I hand him the phone. He walks away and I wait for a few.

“Do you think All Might is pathetic?”

“No of course not.” I lie, which I’m pretty sure they could tell.

“Do you think he’s a bad teacher?”

“He has room for improvement.”

“Could you go-.” Sensei cuts her off.

“Your mother said you can stop and head to class.” I nod and thank him. He hands me my phone and I head to class.

“Does anyone have a snack I can eat? That mic is not going down good.”

“Wait hold up mic?” Kaminari asks.

“They put it in my face so I bit it. I meant to spit it out but my mom called me yelling at me for my actions.”

“Woah your mom called you?” Some guy with a tail asks.

“Sadly yes, said I need to apologize and answer some questions.” I put my bag down on the seat.

“Here I have some Beef Jerky.” Kirishima says I thank him and eat some of it.

“Shouldn’t you go to the hospital?” Uraraka asks.

“No I’ll be fine, kinda like a tiger sharks I can eat trash but it won’t benefit me.”

“Oh okay.” She says we sit down and wait for Sensei. He walks in and talks about yesterday.

“Decent work on yesterday's combat training, you guys. I saw the video feeds and went over each of your team's results. Bakugo. You're talented. So don't sulk like a child, okay?” He looks over to Katsuki.

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Midoriya. I see the only way you lost the match was by messing up your arm again. Work harder. And don't give me the excuse that you don't have control over your Quirk. That line's already getting old. You can't keep breaking your body while training here. But your Quirk will be really useful if you can get a handle on it.” Midoriya nods.

“Fuka, you should work on handling your sixth sense. Stop worrying about Bakugo all the time, he’s not a kid in needing of a mother. Nor are you his mother. But you also need to take charge and do things for yourself, beside that congratulations on get mpv.”

“Thank you I’ll do better on that.” He nods.

“Right. Let's get down to business. Our first task will decide your future.”

“Is it another Quirk test?” Mineta whines.

“You all need to pick a class representative.” Sensei says.

“Oh, good. Just normal school stuff!” Tsu says. Then a bunch of kids become bird repeating pick me. I tune out the conventions.

“Silence, everyone, please!” Iida yells which snap me out but not anyone else.

“SHUT UP!” I yell and everyone stops.

“Thank you Fuka.” He looks over to me.

“Mhm.”

“The class representative's duty is to lead others. That's not something just anyone can do. You must first have the trust of every student in the classroom. Therefore, the most logical way to fill this position is democratically. We will hold an election to choose our leader!” Iida says.

“It's pretty obvious you want us to vote for you.” Kirishima says.

“Is this really the best idea? We've only known each other a few days, how do we know who we can trust?” Tsu says.

“Besides, everyone'll just vote for themselves.” Uraraka says.

“Most people will. But that means whoever does receive multiple votes must truly be the most suitable person for the job. It's the best way, right, sir?” Iida turns to the teacher.

“Do what you want, just decide before my nap's over.” Sensei says and crawls back under his decks. We write down who to vote on a paper and write on the board.

“Wow four people voted for me?” I say out loud.

“Wait Fuka you didn’t vote for yourself?” Ashido asks.

“No I voted for Katsuki cause he told me too.”

“Wait so if I asked you-.” Jiro asks.

“Yeah I would have. Well I guess I can back out give it to whoever.” I shrug my shoulders.

“What? No! Fuka we might not ever see eye to eye but you won far and square. The people clearly want you.” Iida says.

“Yes but do I hold the responsibility to do what they want? The best I’ve done for anyone is yell shut up when it’s to loud.” I say and sit down on my desk.

“Yeah but you also can take charge when you need too!” Uraraka says.

“Plus I feel like my mom’s yelling at me when you are.” Kirishima says

“But I’ve never yelled at you.” I raise my eyebrow.

“You will one day.” He says

“True. Okay I’ll take my role.” I say.

“All right, the class rep is Fuka, and our deputy is Yaoyorozu.” Sensei does a double take and sighs. “How'd this happen?”

“This might not be so bad.” Jiro says.

“Yeah, I can get behind Fuka I guess.” Mineta says. The bell rings after a few and we head to lunch. I sit down and then the speakers go off.

“Warning. Level Three security breach. All students please evacuate the building in an orderly fashion.” What the hell-. I get up and see a pack of people in the hallways like sardines. I sigh and walk over to the door. Katsuki follows me and we wait.

“Can you throw me up there?” I point to the other side.

“Sure but you could fall.”

“Meh then it would be funny.” He grabs me and use his quirk to push me off. I land and balance myself.

“YO SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I yell and some people stop.

“I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP AND STOP MOVING!” That does the trick.

“NOW WALK NORMAL I DON’T KNOW WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING BUT I DON’T WANT TO BE TRAMPLED TO DEATH GOT IT? NOW GO CALMLY AND SMOOTHLY!” I yell and everyone does what I said I jump down and surprised to be caught by Kirishima.

“Thanks dude.” He nods and drops me and we all leave. The speakers go off and say head to class for now the breach is over.

“It's time, class rep. Let's begin.” Momo says

“Shit sorry. So we need to figure out who the other class officers will be. Also next time there a problem with the school. I want each and every single one of you to not be a school of fish! I understand it’s scary but it’s the same as a fire drill or whatever. I shouldn’t have to get all Mama bear mode the first day I become class rep. Understood?” I cross my arms over my chest and dead glare everyone.

“Yes Ma’am.” Everyone says.

“Good now let’s get back to work.” The next day rolls in and we have hero training.

“Today's training will be a little different. You'll have three instructors. Me, All Might, and another faculty member will be keeping tabs on you.” Sensei says. I wonder who the third is?

“Sir! What kinda training is this?” Iida asks.

“Rescue. You'll be dealing with natural disasters, shipwrecks, stuff like that.” Sensei says he yawns at the end. The kids talk about showing off and stuff.

“Guys, I'm not finished yet. What you wear in this exercise is up to you. I know you're excited about costumes... but keep in mind that you haven't gotten used to them yet, and they might limit your abilities. This special training's at an off‐campus facility, so we'll be taking a bus to get there. That's all. Start getting ready.” Sensei finishes and I stand up and get dress, my hero fit is easier to work with.

“KAY EVERYONE! BUS IS HERE! LINE UP I DON’T CARE WHO YOU SIT WITH AS LONG AS I CAN SLEEP!” I yell everyone lines up and gets in the bus with me first. I sit with Ashido because she begged me to, plus she really comfy to sleep on.

“There's something I wanna say... about you, actually.” Tsu says and turns towards Midoriya.

“About me? What is it, Asui?” He sweats.

“I told you to call me Tsu.”

“Oh. Yeah, right.”

“That power of yours. Isn't it a lot like All Might's?” Ding a light bulb lights up above my head.

“What? Really? You think so, huh?”

“Wait, hold on, Tsu. You're forgetting All Might doesn't hurt himself. That makes a huge difference.” Kirishima says.

“Or that All Might doesn’t cry 24/7.” I say with Katsuki laughing.

“Still, I bet it's cool to have a simple augmenting‐type a' Quirk. You can do lots of flashy stuff with it. My Hardening's super strong and can destroy bad guys in a fight, but it doesn't look all that impressive.” Kirishima says.

“Kirishima do I need to go all mama mode?” I raise my eyebrow at him.

“No-.” Ashido cuts him off

“Yes you do!”

“Kiri your quirk is the best! I mean you can do so much more then I can. Plus flashy quirks aren’t the best. I mean look at my quirk, I can do anything a shark can do but I get really sick and I can’t even eat ice cream. You can eat whatever you want!”

“I guess but.” I cut him off.

“No buts, your going to go pro with that quirk, you can’t get stabbed, shot at a whole ton of things.”

“I think it's really awesome looking. You're definitely pro material with a Quirk like that.” Midoriya says.

“You guys really think so? Seems like it'd be easier to be a popular hero if I had somethin' flashier.” I roll my eyes.

“Being a hero isn’t for popularity it’s about saving people.” I say and lay back down on Ashido as she plays with my hands.

“My Navel Laser's got the perfect combination of panache and strength.”

“But it's way lame if it gives you a stomachache, sweetie.” Ashido says with a giggle.

“Well, if any of our classmates have pro Quirks, it's Todoroki, Fuka and Bakugo.” Kirishima says.

“Sure, but Bakugo's always angry, so he'll never be that popular.” Tsu says.

“What'd you say? I'll kick your ass!” Katsuki gets up.

“Ya see?” Tsu says.

“Y'know, we basically just met you. So it's kinda telling that we all know your personality is flaming crap mixed with garbage.” Kaminari says I growl and he freezes.

“You're gonna regret the day you applied to this school, bitch!” He use his quirk to prove his point.

“Oh he’ll regret more then just that.” I says.

“Wait, what did you say?” Kaminari asks.

“This is such a disgusting conversation.” Momo says.

“Yeah, but it's kind of fun listening to them fight.” Sero says.

“Come on Ashido I’m defending our honor!” I say as she pushes me down.

“Hey, hey, we're here. Stop messing around.” Sensei says and we get off.

“Hello, everyone, I've been waiting for you!” It’s the pro hero thirteen. Cool, I zone out as I watch a bumblebee doing a dance on a flower. Katsuki drags me inside. I watch the water move and hope I get to go over there. Suddenly a portal opens up in the middle.

“STAY TOGETHER!” Sensei says. I go to help him but get hold back. I can tell this is real as I watch a foggy person come out with a blue haired skinny person. They talk but it all nonsense. The guy teleport over to us.

“There is no escape for you. It's a pleasure to meet you. We are the League of Villains. I know it's impolite, but we decided to invite ourselves in to this haven of justice to say hello. And besides, isn't this a fitting place for All Might, the Symbol of Peace, to take his last breath? I believe he was supposed to be here today, and yet I see no sign of him. There must've been some sort of change in plans we could not have foreseen. Ah, well, in the end, I suppose it doesn't matter. I still have a role to play.” It says.

“Woah wait! We aren’t apart of this, I mean if you attack us how will we ever know why heroes are so bad? If you could just tell us why or maybe I don’t know give us some guidance we might change our minds?” I think quick on my feet.

“Your smart little one but not as smart as me.” Kirishima and Katsuki hit the guy but it does nothing.

“You live up to your school's reputation. But you should be more careful, children. Otherwise, someone might get hurt. I'll scatter you across this facility to meet my comrades, and your deaths!” We all fall somewhere. I land in front of the blue guy and cough as dust flys up.

“KUROGIRI! Who the hell is this?!” He picks me up from the throat.

“I must have messed up, sorry Shigaraki.” Kurogiri says from above.

“Ugh now what to do with this brat?” He grumbles.

“Could let me go?” I ask

“Funny one aren’t cha?” He asks he scratches at his neck.

“Just when my life is threaten.” I kinda shrug.

“I could just kill you.” He whispers.

“You could, but your not.” I say.

“Don’t test me brat!” He tightens his hand around my throat.

“I’m not, though why not just kill me?” I say or more or less try to.

“Hmm I could. But I prefer this.” He throws me into Sensei. I tumble into him and roll off of him.

“Sorry! Are you okay?” I ask as Sensei gets up.

“I’m fine, get away from here.” A bad guy comes up and I smack him with my tail.

“I’m not going to leave you, you saved me yesterday from my mom call this a favor.” I smile and punch one in the face.

“Your to young to be here.” He says as he throws one into the wall.

“And your to old!” I say and jump over him and tackle a guy.

“Quick question can I kill them? Or just keep them unconscious?” I ask as I hit the guy’s head into the ground.

“Kid your really stubborn you know that?” He groans as he throws one into two other guys.

“Yeah. So which one?” I ask as I flip a guy over me.

“Don’t kill anyone! Thought that was obvious!” He yells and dodges an attack.

“It was but half of them look dead so.” I shrug and elbow some girl stomach.

I see the portal guy come over to me but I dodge it. He makes another portal and I fall in. I almost hit water but get wrapped up in a tongue.

“Oh hey Tsu!” I says as she puts me down.

“Hi Fuka.” She waves.

“You bastards! I'll enjoy eating you.” A villain yells.

“Bad guys!” Mineta crys he try’s to hug me but I push him into Midoriya.

“What did you think it was pretty little mermaids coming to save us?” I says.

“Asui might be right. If they're here for All Might, they may have a way to defeat him. They wouldn't have planned this attack if they didn't. But why him out of all the heroes?” Midoriya says they probably continuing their conversation.

“Because he made people stop fearing villains. Made people soft if that make sense. Most people stopped caring about problems because the thought that a heroes will solve it instead of them doing it.” I answer him.

“It doesn’t matter we’re going to have to fight back.” Okay rude much.

“Okay we’ll you guys do that while I go for a swim.” I go to walk off.

“No wait Fukahire! We need a plan.” I roll my eyes.

“Fine then, hurry up with this plan before I go with mine.” I sit back down.

“They wouldn’t have sent you two here especially with both your quirks working good in water. Which means the villains probably have no idea what our Quirks are!” I nod.

“Uh, kero. You've got a point. If they knew I was a frog, they would've sent me into that fire zone over there instead of somewhere full of water.” Tsu says.

“We can use that to our advantage. They don't know what our Quirks are. So, for all they know, the four of us could be super powerful. Look, none of them are trying to climb into the boat. That proves they're a little unsure. But that means they're not going to underestimate us, either. They're being smart and playing it safe.” Midoriya smiles.

“So, let's talk Quirks. I'll go first if you want. Obviously, I can jump high and cling to pretty much any wall. And of course there's my tongue. I can stick it out about 65 feet. Oh yeah, and I can spit out my stomach so I can clean it. That's not really useful. Finally, I also secrete a toxic mucus. It just stings a bit.” Tsu says.

“Anything a shark can do. I can turn into a Great White Shark. I’m a great swimmer without turning which my tops speeds are a 15 mph but with turning its 35 mph. I can smell blood pretty well but it pointless right now. My sixth sense is that I can detect the electrical fields produced by others, which can come in handy for dodging or finding thing. Though to much of the electricity makes me sick.” I look over to the water seeing villains surround us.

“I have my super strength, but it comes at a price. Once I use it, I'm pretty much out of commission. It's a double‐edged sword until I can control it.” Midoriya says look at his hand.

“I've got these sticky balls. Their strength varies. Depending on how I'm feeling, they might stick to something a whole day. They grow back as fast as I pull 'em off. But I'll bleed if I use too many. Oh, and they don't stick to me. I just bounce right off 'em.” Mineta says.

“So could me and Tsu throw you across? Mineta can throw the balls making a soft landing. Midoriya you can just I don’t know.” I say over to them.

“Then what about you guys?” Midoriya asks.

“I’ll throw Tsu after and I can figure myself out of here.”

“I’m not going to risk your life for nothing.” Midoriya says.

“Uh guys the boats sinking.” Mineta says as tears bubble up in his eyes.

“Shit.” Midoriya says.

“You guys come up with a plan and I’ll go distract them. Before this boat sinks.” I yell.

“FUKA-.” I hear Midoriya yell but I jump into the water.

“Aren’t you a brave one?” Someone says.

“Time to kill these brats!” I turn into a shark and swim down.

“Where’d she go?”

“Someone find her!” I drag one of them down with them screaming. I brash there head into my tail and knock them out.

“What happened?”

“Shit!” I grab another doing the same. Repeating it a few times, then I smell blood, I roll my eyes. I feel something coming my way so I swim away.

“Not so tough now are you?” She says I turn around to face her.

“Let’s mess up that pretty little fin of yours.” She smirks and she blast hot water towards me. I dodge it but the knocked out fish guy next to me isn’t so lucky. Then I snap, I attack her and bite off her arm. She screams in pain as the water turns red. I swim off to circle off villains and attack them.

“Where is he? I went through the trouble of bringing so many friends who’re eager to meet him.” Shigaraki says, his neck starts to turn bright red from the constant scratching. Aiwaza keeps fight but slowly each time less in.

“First it was 23 seconds. Final boss. Then it was 24 seconds. And then 20. Then 17.” Shigaraki says and smirks.

“It was hard to see when you were jumping around, but I've found your tell. It's your hair. When it drops, it means you've stopped using your Quirk. You're having to blink more often. Don't push yourself too hard, now. You might just fall apart. Wouldn't that be a shame?” He smirks as he holds on to Aiwaza’s elbow that starts to turn into dust.

“Think that's the last of these guys.” Shity hair says after I knock out a guy.

“Buncha weaklings.” I says.

“All right. Let's hurry and find the rest of our class. If we're both still in the USJ, then everyone else probably is, too. And not all of them have the offensive skills we do. We gotta make sure they're safe. Especially since we screwed things up when we got in the way earlier.” Shitty hair says as he walks down the stairs.

“If Thirteen had been able to suck up that villain, then we never would've been separated like that. We have to make it up to the others!” He finish saying.

“You wanna track everyone down, have fun. But I'm gonna go destroy that warpy bastard.” I smirk, Jaws is okay, we’ve dealt with worse.

“I'm gonna take him down because he's their way in and out. If I cut off their escape route, they'll be stuck here and have to pay for what they've done.” I hit another villain who try’s to surprise attack us.

“We'll just have to figure it out.” He says.

“Tomura Shigaraki.” He say he teleports over to me.

“Kurogiri, did you manage to kill Thirteen?” I look over to him as my Nomu battle with Easerhead.

“The rescue hero is out of commission. But there were students I was unable to disperse and one of them got outside of the facility.” He says calmly, fuck, fuck, fuck! I scratch my neck.

“Huh?! Kurogiri... You fool...If you weren't our warp gate, I'd tear apart every last atom in your body. There's no way we can win if dozens of pros show up to stop us. It's game over. Back to the title screen. And I was looking forward to finishing this today. Damn it. Let's go home.” I say I pause. I see the kids behind me think, I look over to Eraserhead.

“Oh but before we go, let's make sure the Symbol of Peace is broken. Let's wreck his pride.” I say with a smirk.

“Let's make this hurt.” I say and put my hand out on to some kid.

“You really are so cool... Eraserhead.” The Numo throws him across the air into the stairs.

“AHHHHH!” A stupid lowlife guy swims to get out water. We all pause and watch him swim before a huge shark grabs him and drags him off.

“What the hell?” I mutter the shark rips his arm off and the water turns red. The three kids run out not wanting to get eaten.

“Bring that shark over here.” I say to Kurogiri. He bring the shark over and it thrash around then turns human. I realize it’s the girl from earlier. I watch her taking in as much air as she can. Her eye’s pitch black, her teeth sharp with blood in them.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She mutters and looks over to me.

“Aren’t you a little killer?” I say and bend down to her height on the ground.

“Pretending to be a stupid hero.” I left her chin but get intrude by a bang.

“Have no fear, students. I am here!” All Might says I smile and kick the girl in the water as I stand up.

“Ah. Looks like our game's getting a continue."

“Don't worry, class. I am here!” I roll my eyes from his stupid words.

“After all this waiting...The heroic piece of trash shows up.” I say then All Might hits me, I growl.

“No, no, no. It wasn't supposed to go this way. He's still fast, Father. Somehow he managed to hit me.” I grab father and put him back on and get up. He grabs Eraserhead and pass him over to those brats.

“Of course a government hero relies on violence. I wasn't prepared. I couldn't even see him when he moved. But he's not as fast as I thought he would be. Not as fast as he used to be. I guess it's true, after all. All Might really is getting weaker.” I say.

Fuck, I walk out of the water to a city part. I let a tear fall as I think about this. I’ve never had that reaction to fish blood. I’ve been around it so much and I’ve never. I can’t even think about it. That Shigaraki guy was right, I’m just a villain.

“Y/n why are you cry?” A tiny little Bakugo sits down at the bench with tiny Fuka.

“Because Mika said I’m scary, and then Neko told me I couldn’t play heroes because I’m a bad guy.” I cry into my hands.

“Hey, your not a bad guy! And being scary is a good thing.” He says.

“Really?” I say and put my hands down.

“Yeah! No one will mess with you if your scary! And All Might scares all the bad guys away!” He jumps up and does a pose.

“But All Might saves people, I don’t do that.” I say and frown.

“Then you could be a hero with me! I’ll be the number one hero and you can be my sidekick!” He sits down and hugs me.

“I’ll be your sidekick so people are less scared of me!” I smile.

“Me and you!” He holds his pinky out and we shake.

The water shakes as I hear an explosion. I get up and walk over to it. I see All Might getting up, Katsuki hold down the Kuro-person, Todoroki freezing the giant bird.

“Kurogiri. How could you let this brat get the best of you? You've gotten us into a real jam here.” Shigaraki says and scratches his neck.

“Heh. You got careless, you dumb villain. It wasn't hard to figure you out. Only certain parts of you turn into that smoking warp gate. You used that mist to hide your actual body, as a kind of distraction. Thinking that made you safe! That's why we missed.” Katsuki says smirking.

“But if you didn't have a body, you wouldn't be wearing this neck armor, right? You're not immune to physical attacks if they're well aimed.” He says then Kurogiri moves or try’s too.

“Don't move! You try anything funny, and I'll blow your ass up right now, you got it? They'll be cleanin' you up for weeks.” I laugh as he says it.

“Oh, that doesn't sound very heroic.” Kirishima says. Shigaraki says some words and yell out to the bird. It fixes itself and then runs to Katsuki. I jump out and push Katsuki out of the way. All Might catches The Numo fist before it hits me.

“Y/N!” Katsuki yells I run over to him and hug him, he pushes me off.

“What the fuck is wrong with yo-.” He stops and see the blood on me.

“Is that?”

“No.” I whisper so only he hears, he nods and ruffles my hair.

“Well, you know what, All Might? That pisses me off. Why do people get to decide that some violent acts are heroic and others are villainous?Casting judgment as to what's "good" and what's "evil." You think you're the Symbol of Peace? Ha. You're just another government‐sponsored instrument of violence. And violence always breeds more violence. I'll make sure the world understands that once you're dead.” Shigaraki says, I watch Katsuki and tune out. All Might punches the Numo a bunch of times blast it out of the USJ. More heroes show up and one American guy starts shooting Shigaraki and they fall through a portal.

“Kids come over here!” We walk towards the heroes and everyone with injuries that can’t be healed by the nurse go to the hospital.

“Hey kid!” An emt walks over.

“Blood yours?” I shake my head no.

“Mind if I check you?”

“I rather not, other people need it and I don’t.”

“Are you sure kid? Everyone is either fine or already heading to the hospital.” I shake my head and they leave.

“So where did you end up fighting, Hagakure?” Tails guy asks.

“The landslide zone! You wouldn't believe how strong Todoroki was. He's amazing!” Hagakure answers.

“You don't say! Well, I'm just glad you didn't get hurt.” He says.

“I didn't even know she was there. I could've frozen her.” Todoroki says.

“Aren't you wondering about moi? Where was my sparkling light?” Laser guy asks.

“Interesting. So the people you fought were also low‐level thugs.” Someone says.

“Yeah, they messed with the wrong kids, huh?” Kirishima says.

“So All Might put that hole in the dome after all. I figured. That took some hardcore power.” Sero says.

“Yeah, It was craz-. FUKA WHY ARE YOU COVERED IN BLOOD!? ARE YOU OKAY?! WE NEED AN EMT OVER HERE! ITS OKAY YOUR NOT DYING ON MY WATCH!” Ashido rushes over to me and forces me down.

“No it’s not my blood. I’ll be okay.” I say lowly.

“Do you want to talk? Or want me to stay with you?” She whispers and sits down next to me.

“Stay.” I say and she nods. We wait there, I zone out. I feel Katsuki sit down with us he sit close enough that I can feel his arm. Ashido leans my head on her shoulder.

“Whatever happened good or bad I won’t judge you in anyway. When or if you want to talk I’m here for you.” She says I nods slightly.

“Let's go ahead and get these students back to the main campus. They've been through a lot. We don't need to question them right away.” Some detective says.

“Detective. What about Mr. Aizawa?” Tsu asks, the guy turns around.

“The bones in his arms are splintered and he's got facial fracturing. Fortunately there doesn't seem to be any serious brain damage. But, his orbital floor has been almost completely destroyed. We have no way of knowing if his eyesight will be impaired once he's healed up.” He answers, most sigh or whimper. Ashido hugs me closer. We head back to the bus, it’s quiet.

“Hey Fuka you okay?” Kirishima asks.

“She’ll be okay, just upset.” Ashido answers for me. After a few minutes I pass out.

“Where even was she?” Dunce face asks.

“Well she was down with Aiwaza-Sensei at first.” Four eyes says.

“She got teleported to the water section with me, Mineta and Midoriya. She saved us from villains, Kero.” Frog girl says.

“How so?” Pink cheeks asks.

“Well the boat had started to sink so she jumped in the water to buy us sometime to get out. Kero, I’m assuming she went to go find Bakugo after.” Frog girl answers.

“Nah man, I was with Bakugo the whole time, never saw her.” Shitty hair says and look over to me I roll my eyes.

“Then she turned into a mad man! Remember Tsu?” Some idiot with balls for hair says.

“Oh yeah, I forgot she had did that.” I don’t want y/n to have to deal with this again.

“OI SHUT UP!” I yell.

“Bakugo! Your going to wake my baby up!” Ashido whisper screams at me.

“Oh so you think their loud mouths are any better?” I grumble.

“Okay how about we all quiet down, today was tiring for all of us. With most of the class sleeping. It’s the respectful to do so.” Fours eyes says. I lay back and look over to y/n. She’s covered in blood, most of it dried up. Her hair is messy, her face all bruised, outfit ripped and torn and worst of all. It’s all my fault.

Part 6

A/n I’m ending it there because it’s get long and I didn’t want to break it up I wanted it so all of the USJ is one part. Also I know your outfit shouldn’t be covered in blood bc you were a shark, but when Shig threw you in the water it was red from the villain. Next part will be a flash back.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha #bnha quirks #bnha x shark reader #bnha x y/n #mha #shark quirk #mha x shark reader #shark reader #great white shark #shark girl #mha x y/n #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction

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nbrook29 · 4 years ago

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So a few weeks ago, @foxsake5 sent me one of those dialogue prompts, and at the time I wasn’t taking them anymore but since she’s the sweetest I just couldn’t say no 😌💖

I’m sorry for the wait, I hope this isn’t awful :)

Therefore, ladies and gentlemen:

159. [text] Also, my bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall.

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The hopes he had late last night of waking up with all his symptoms miraculously gone vanish seconds after he wakes up and gets aware of his surroundings.

His head still feels like it’s full of cotton, eyes sting and itch at the same time, and his nose being all stuffy is the proverbial cherry on top of his misery. Before he can fully grasp this truly pathetic situation he’s in, he feels the beginnings of a sneezing fit brewing in his nostrils and sure enough, a moment later all hell breaks loose.

When he finally finishes, his chest aches with the effort and he drops his head back onto the pillow, whining at the unfairness of it all.

Every year, it’s the same story. Spring comes, trees and flowers release tiny grains to fertilize other plants and Robbe is doomed. He’s so fucking doomed. April barely arrives and he turns into a sneezing, itching, coughing, swollen mess. It’s not pretty. Far from it actually.

He curses himself for being stupid and believing he was cured after last year’s very mild case. Thinking about it now, it was probably due to being forced to stay in the house for the entire month more than anything. All his hopes of battling this fucking thing forever are now officially gone. His disappointment is immeasurable, his day is ruined.

And, Sander’s not here.

Why is he not here.

Why isn’t he lovingly stroking his brow to ease his sinuses pressure like he did last night.

He’s gonna have to have a serious conversation with his boyfriend because this is just unacceptable behavior.

Tugging the duvet tighter around himself to prevent the chilliness of the room from touching on his toasty warm body, he reaches for his phone. When Sander’s beautiful face welcomes him from his screen background, he yearns for his comforting presence even more. Yes, he’s being a tad dramatic, but sick Robbe has always been a drama queen, needing care and attention. Mama Ijzermans always laughs at him, saying he turns into a five year old when down with a runny nose. There may be a bit of truth to that statement, Robbe is a man enough to admit that. He just really hates having to blow his nose every ten seconds and all that, okay? Sue him.

Just as he’s about to start typing, his eye catches something flickering in the sunlight on Sander’s pillow. Frowning, he shifts closer to inspect it and discovers sprinkles of glitter covering the bottom half, and it’s honestly barely detectable, but for Robbe’s skilled eye it’s no hardship.

Weird. Unless he somehow missed the fact that Sander turns into a sparkly unicorn every night at midnight in the last year and a half, there’s no reasonable explanation for glitter being in his bed.

He decides to leave it be for the time being and goes back to the job at hand.

R: Where are u and why aren’t u here

S: Hello to you too, love of my life, light of my day

R: ☹️

S: I had to run home cause I forgot I promised my mum I'll be there when the couch delivery comes

R: That's a very elaborate excuse for you abandonning me

I won’t hold it against you if you decided to leave me after being faced with my gross snotty self :(

S: You’re not gross

R: I don’t believe you

S: Okay you’re a tiny bit gross rn but I'm not afraid of your snot 💪🏻

I'll be back in 40 minutes x

R: I'll try to survive til then 🥺

I miss you 🥺

I need your cuddles 🥺

I miss your fingers in my hair, my head hurts less then 🤧

S: You're so sweet when you're all sniffly 😂

R: That's cause I need you to get your butt here faster

S: I'll try my best

R: Okay :(

Hey sander?

S: Yeah?

R: My bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall

S: 😶

R: Why is there glitter in my bed

S: Idk

R: I hate glitter

S: Maybe it's the allergies making you see things

R: 😠 what did u do why is there glitter in my bed????

S: Gotta go the delivery guy is here love youuu

R: SANDER!!!

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When he wakes up next time his head is still stuffed, but the feeling of warmth coming off Sander’s body and his hand playing with his hair makes it that much bearable. Scooching closer, he wraps his arm around his waist and buries his face into his black t-shirt, hoping the graphical form of Freddie Mercury in the front of it won’t mind much if he messes it with his runny nose by accident.

“I bought croissants on my way over, and there’s hot lemon tea waiting for you in the kitchen. Do you feel like getting up?” Sander asks in a gentle tone, hand stilling where it felt so good on Robbe’s scalp.

And no, he doesn’t really feel like it. So he decides to use the power of his eyes on Sander and rests his chin on his chest, giving him a pleading look that he knows his boyfriend is far from being immune to.

“Bring it here?”

Sander regards him for a second like he’s searching for a strength inside him to say no to him, but very quickly he gives up, head shaking at himself as his fingers resume the ministrations in Robbe’s hair.

He lets out a deep sigh. “I’m such a pushover, aren’t I?” And Robbe knows he won because there’s a smile tugging at Sander’s lips and a moment later, he disentangles himself from Robbe’s grabby arms, heading to the kitchen for their breakfast.

They eat in bed, sitting side by side, shoulders brushing as they keep reaching for the goodies on the tray balanced on Sander’s thighs. Robbe has his feet tucked under his calves, his extra clinginess during sick time coming out in all force, but Sander doesn’t comment on it, just smiles and kisses his temple, looking like he doesn’t mind to be his personal teddy bear for the time being. He lets Robbe lie half on top of him when they watch silly youtube videos and draws mindless patterns on his back as his arm is probably asleep from being stuck in the same position. His fingers make goosebumps rise all over Robbe’s body and he must be thinking the shiver is the result of cold because he then meticulously tucks the comforter around him, making sure Robbe is burrito-like and safe from cold.

It’s the first time Robbe has been somewhat under the weather since they got together and he melts at every caress and gentle touch that Sander provides without even thinking about it and just in general being this five star on booking.com thoughtful boyfriend.

So yeah, Sander is passing this when-in-sickness exam with flying colors, Robbe thinks, as he leaves a few kisses on what looks like Freddie Mercury’s hair, reveling in Sander’s content sigh.

It’s an all around peaceful afternoon, except when the peace is occasionally broken with sneezing, blowing (only nose, damn it) and groaning in displeasure. Sander is taking it all like a champ, teasing him only a little and handing tissue after tissue, his face twisting at the grossness of Robbe’s state only a few times. Mostly, he just squeezes him tighter, scratches his back in that way he likes, kisses the pout out of his face despite the gross factor and makes him a fresh tea.

He even cooks him a soup when Robbe naps out of things he finds in Robbe’s mom fridge, leaving Robbe himself gaping at him in astonishment, more so when the soup actually turns out good, because he had no idea Sander could cook something more than croques.

The confession earns him a light jab in the ribs, light because Sander is still considerate of his state, but jab indeed because he will not stand for Robbe disbelief in his cooking skills, hell no. Robbe then keeps moaning in pleasure at the taste of every single spoon of the tomato soup to show his gratitude (and because it’s really good) and Sander rolls his eyes at him, but there’s a pleased smile on his face that lets Robbe know his ruffled feathers have been smoothed.

When they get back to just simply lounging around in bed with Robbe breathing (wheezing) loudly as he plays with Sander’s fingers, he remembers something.

Propping his head with his hand, he narrows his eyes at Sander. “So what about that glitter?”

The guilty look that immediately blooms on Sander’s face leaves him with no doubt that it was his fault. He thumps his chest in frustration.

“I’m sorry! I just, I was kinda bored after you fell asleep so fast last night, and, um, I bought some new paints yesterday,” he explains, wincing at Robbe’s growing frown. He scratches his head before he continues as if to delay the fallout. “And I wanted to try them out a bit and some of them might have contained, um, glitter in them?” he ends in a squeaky voice, waiting for Robbe to blow up, because he’s well aware of his burning hate for glitter.

It’s like herpes. Once it’s on you, it never goes away.

“I can change the sheets later?” Sander adds wide-eyed, buttering him up as he leans in to kiss him once, twice, three times, until the scoff on Robbe’s lips melts completely.

He could get mad, but Sander has been so sweet today and he’s looking so apologetic now, like he’s actually afraid Robbe may throw him out the door for this unfortunate incident of bringing that abomination into his house. The idea is so ridiculous it makes him giggle, and at first, Sander’s confused, waiting for the other shoe to drop, but when Robbe doesn’t stop, he scoffs at him and pouts.

“Ugh, you made me believe you’re gonna yell at me and put a ban on sex for a month or something, jerk.”

He folds his arms all petulant as Robbe keeps rolling in bed, laughing, but then the sneezing fit abruptly stops Robbe’s fun and he sits up straight, letting out one sneeze after another, losing count after the eighth one. He thinks he got to twenty in the end, his new record, and when it’s finally over he feels so miserable and achy he doesn’t feel like laughing anymore. His eyes are so watery it feels like they’re gonna spill out any second now, nose rubbed so red it’s painful to even breathe and cheeks burning hot from the congestion.

Sander keeps handing him tissues, holding the waste bin in his other hand, and Robbe must look really awful because all signs of sulking are gone from his now sympathetic face as he gathers him into his arms, whispering sweet nothings into his hair as Robbe hides his face in the crook of his neck to keep his frustration tears at bay.

Sander is graceful enough to not say anything when a few escape anyway.

“Maybe you should see a doctor, huh?” he suggests after a while, hand stroking Robbe’s arm. “Maybe he will give you something?”

Robbe shakes his head, his voice raspy when he replies. “It’s no use, the doctor is gonna give me stuff that’s gonna make me drowsy. I just need to get over those first few days, it always gets better afterwards.”

He gets a lingering peck to his forehead. “Okay.”

“Thanks for being so amazing.” Robbe looks at him with sincerity from under his droopy lids, thumb sweeping under his eye in caressing motion. Sander just smiles, shaking his head a little as if Robbe’s gratitude is silly.

“You’re always there for me when the situation is reversed, right?”

And they both know he’s not talking about allergies, of course he’s not. No more words are necessary as Robbe considers him for a few seconds, love shining in his bloodshot eyes before he shifts closer to place a kiss on his chin and then snuggles to him as close as humanly possible, his heart full when Sander does the same.

Robbe’s eyes sting too much for them to keep watching anything on their phones, but they’re also too lazy to get up and actually do something and they’re not yet hungry enough to think about preparing dinner. So to kill time, Sander quizzes him about Bowie and his lyrics, the year and a half of them being a couple pretty much skyrocketing Robbe’s knowledge about this man, so he knows the answers to 3/4 of the questions, Sander's eyes gleaming with pride as he pretends to wipe the imaginary tear making Robbe giggle and forget about his state for a while.

Eventually, Sander’s calming and sweet like honey voice lulls him to sleep, and the last thing he registers as he’s losing the fight to keep his eyes open is Sander chuckling as he promises him quietly to paint him in all of the intense colors of those glittery paints he owns soon and there’s nothing he can do to stop him.

#wtfock

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tragedy-for-sale · 3 years ago

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All You Had to do, Was Stay

That last fic was reposted for a reason. TW for hard-core angst (mentions of death, etc...).

I promised you guys Blyla on Saturday..... Apparently. So I have delievered. So enjoy, but I'm serious about that TW. Also it's kinda long? Lol how did that happen?

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Torturous. That’s what this had been to Commander Bly. He’d pulled himself to shore, water filled his lungs every time he took a breath, but he did it! He stitched his own bleeding heart and stayed silent. He had no one but himself, that he had no issue with. But this, oh! He had an issue with this! With Aayla. ‘Break my heart, and go on acting as if nothing had ever happened.’ Well, actually that first part was a lie, he was not okay with being alone, he was miserable and in the night, he fantasized of death. It didn't concern him too much at first, for he and all his brothers thought about their death so often; where they'd be when it happened and who would be there to hold their hand before they let go.

Bly was enraged by the fact, that Aayla was instantly fine. As if she hadn’t even loved him a fraction of how much he loved her. As if she really hadn’t wanted them to happen. But it had! But it had and Aayla was so insistent on acting fine. As if she didn’t have water flooding into her lungs every time they spotted each other. As if she wasn't drowning in the same ocean of agony Bly had considered drowning in. He's thought about it, letting the waves consume him, letting water fill his lungs. He thought about giving into the ocean. Giving into the sea. The idea of giving in was the reason this happened.

That idea was the reason he became distracted, why he didn't see it coming. There was a shot, sending him flying back, knocking him unconscious. There were screams, 'the commander is down! Get to him!' They cried out and if Bly could've seen his brothers, seen his Aayla, he would've been more inclined to fight. If he had seen his brothers swarm around him, killing everything that stood in their way, seen how they protected him, he would've had a reason to fill his lungs with air. If Bly had seen how Aayla's face dropped, filling with sheer determination to finish the battle to get to him, well, if he had seen her, his heart would of had a reason to beat. But he did not see anything, he did not have a reason to fight.

He hit the ground hard and closed his eyes, willing to accept death, for only a life with love is a life worth living. There was a moment, a split second before the world went black, that he smiled. A small one, mind you, for this he had accepted, you see, he had forgotten how much this galaxy, his galaxy, loved him.

He did not feel the hand of his medic, gripping his hand so tightly, unwilling to let go, "Stay with us Commander, the general is kicking all those droids' asses, for yours." The medic took off his helmet, taking off Bly's too, eyes going wide as he realized his helmet was cracked and his head was bleeding, "So you best live, commander, we won't make it through this war if you're not here for us to love." The medic rambled, cleaning Bly's head wound, stitched it, and put on a bacta patch, "Don't die, sir, we all love you," the medic leaned in as if Bly could hear him, "Aayla loves you too, I know that you've been fighting, but if you don't live, neither will she. So if not for your brothers than for the woman you love." He tried to joke, but he shouldn't have. He then looked up, nodding to his brothers to load their commander on a stretcher and to start making their way back away from the front.

For the woman you love.

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Who says she doesn't love you.

The medic had yet to leave Commander Bly's side. He was determined for him to live, but even after time in the bacta tank, Bly's stats weren't where they needed to be. Curious, for their commander was in the prime of his life, in perfect shape, he shouldn't be fighting for his life. It was as if he had simply lost the will to live. He was dying. Dying of a brokenheart.

No, no, that was unacceptable. And frankly, ridiculous. "He'll pull through," Galle said from the doorway, the medic shot up, locking eyes, "He's a petty thing, he's gotta be dramatic to make Secura realize she made a mistake dumping his ass"

"That's... A highly insensitive way to view it," the medic looked at him, "But...." The medic looked past Galle, out towards the main room, Secura was there, hovering. "You're right so let's go get lunch, maybe if he hears her voice he'll wake up" the medic giggled, getting up and leaving the chart in a place easy to find.

"That's my boy, Tar" Galle smiled, "Come on, it's soup day." Galle patted Tar on the shoulder, pulling him into a hug.

"Oh hell yeah! I love soup day!" Tar exclaimed as he picked up his pace and soon enough, he was dragging Galle down to the mess for soup. Their plan worked once they were gone.

Aayla circled back around, saw the near empty room with Bly laying in the bed. She then walked in. "Bly." She greeted with the smallest of bows. She frowned as she looked at him, his head was bandaged, as was his chest from where he was shot, his arm in a sling. "My dear, what happened out there?" She asked as if they were still what they were. In love. They still were, very much were they in love, but Aayla tried to end it and in their ignorance, they convinced themselves they had, they convinced themselves they could fight love. They were fools to believe such.

She grabbed his chart, reading it over, "I don't understand," She muttered, looking up at his stats then back to the chart, "You should be awake, you should be up-" Aayla felt that panic set in, he had to wake up, because even if she thought it was over, their story wasn't over yet. For Bly wasn't the one who dies in this story. As you know, in this story, they get to love each other. At least for now. "Bly." Aayla set the chart down and grabbed his hand, reaching out through the force. What she hoped to find she didn't know, all she knew was that it came from her heart, a rather selfish place, but as Tar said, she would die when Bly did. Regardless of if she still had a breathing body.

"N-no-" A deep, grim voice groaned. Bly. He turned his head, he'd roll on his side if he could, just as he would grip Aayla's hand tightly if he could. All he could do was mumble out that small, insignificant word. It would not be the first time he pleaded that word so helplessly. Knowing the thing he was about to do was out of his control. "Go-" He coughed, managing to move his arm, snatching his hand from Aayla's.

"Bly!" Aayla exclaimed, immense relief flowing throw. "You're awake, I'm so relieved, Tar said you-" She paused as she processed what Bly had said. "Go?" She repeated. Bly let out a cough, as he tried to sit up as best he could. He then nodded.

"Yes," He answered, "You didn't want to love me anymore, I don't know why you're here." He told her, offended that she forgot. There hasn't been a day that has gone by that he hadn't looked at her and wished for her to embrace him yet again. But now that she was, Bly couldn't stand it. "At least mean what you say" He pulled up his blanket, feeling terribly vulnerable.

Aayla blinked, looking at him in shock. Oh, she really did love him. She couldn't stand by her word, "I shouldn't have-" Aayla tried to compose herself, but her shaking hands gave it away. Bly's vision was a little fuzzy, but he noticed, she was nervous alright, her mind going over all she could say, searching for the thing to say. "When you got shot, I could not think of anything but you-"

"Well unlike you, you never leave my mind." He huffed, trying to be angry, but it looked more as if he was pouting, "I didn't need you to get shot to realize I love you and will always love you. I didn't need you to almost die for me to realize it." He shook his head, he looked away. He was too weak to get up and dramatically exit, so his poorly crossed arms and him looking away would have to do.

"Bly, I would be lying if I said you haven't been on my mind-"

"Well you seem to be getting pretty good at lying so-" he tried to hold his grouchy expression, yes, he was mad, but Bly was not one to act on his anger, he was quite a mellow fellow, so his anger, anger that masked his heartbreak, was quite... Pathetic. He got distracted, fiddling with IV to keep his eyes from looking to Aayla, for everytime she was in the room, she was the only he could look at. So he was trying really hard, not to give into love. But Aayla already did.

"Bly, I'm sorry, I thought it was the right thing to do, the honorable thing to do," She started to apologize, even though she was sure Bly was doing his best to tune her out, "I worry constantly about being a worthy Jedi, of following my teachings, but I must follow my feelings too, we are raised surrounded by love but then taught we are not allowed to." Aayla continued to explain, "And for a long time, I thought that if I were to be a good Jedi, I must follow every teaching, but I have since learned that is not true." Aayla held out her hand, incase Bly would want to take, oh how she hoped he would. "So, I refuse to believe that I am serving a worthy purpose if I am not loving with my whole heart. If I am not loving you."

Bly's head shot up. Got him. His eyes were watering. Got him? Bly looked at her as if he was a puppy she'd struck across the face, "You can't say shit like that-" He whined, shaking his head.

"Like what?" Aayla asked, feeling an immense sadness grow in her as she sensed all of Bly's pain.

"Like you do love me."

"But I do-"

"I know!" He cried, dropping his head immediately to hide his tears, "That's the problem." Bly practically whimpered. Aayla felt a lump in her throat, her stomach dropped, for what was she suppose to do? She'd reduced Bly to tears, along with his injured body, she injured his heart further. Aayla didn't move, all she could think to do was to sit there, forcing herself to watch Bly break just as she had when she had caused all that pain. She couldn't stand to think about it, how she'd broken Bly's heart. For she'd done it again.

For a long while, Aayla sat in silence while Bly cried, he needed it. He really did just need to cry. At last, he looked up and sniffled, "I really think you should leave." He whispered. Aayla's face fell, pure shock and hurt. But she should have expected such. She had hurt Bly and broken his trust. So Aayla nodded and begun to leave but before she did, Bly reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her to him slightly. She didn't say anything but Bly didn't either. He simply held her hand, and when he was ready,

He let go

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#okay but I brought out all my evil shit for this?#like what the hell I really came for blood with this #haha #damn...#like actually #bringing back that hand holding thingy #uh slightly digging at padme #sorry queen love you #and uh #what else #oh I don't know m #clones #star wars #clone wars #tcw #sw #aayla secura #commander bly #blyla

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queenofthefullmoon · 5 years ago

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An exhaustive list of Dark Souls 3 bosses I would or would not date

Iudex/Champion Gundyr

We’re starting off this list with a strong yes. Our boy Gundyr has had a hard, difficult life, and he deserves some good company. He’s tall, strong, and I trust him to protect us as we set a lovely camp site outside of the fire link shrine.

Vordt of the Boreal Valley

Vordt is big and he is feral which are truly the only two qualities I look for in a man. Together we’d be unstoppable. I mean, think about how easy it would be to go around with him: just climb on his back and let the rodeo begin, baby. This argument alone should be enough to convince you that Vordt is a suitable boyfriend, but here’s another one: if you get too hot in the summer, worry fucking not for your gigantic man can hold his equally gigantic hammer over you and cover you with snow like an italian man covering his pasta with parmesan.

Cursed Rotted Greatwood

Now while I’m certain it would be a perfect partner for some people, the Cursed Rotted Greatwood isn’t for me. For one, I am not fan of curses, or rot, or weird sticky balls, or strange orange acid, or pale white and slightly viscous hands bursting through a living tree. Secondly, I feel like the crowd of Hollows who group up around the tree would be a big impediment to our intimacy, and I’m not ready to be the mother of 20 Hollows.

Crystal Sage

No offense but you’d be an idiot for not wanting to date the Crystal Sage. All wrapped up in one package, you get a super competent sorcerer bf, who wears the coolest hat in the galaxy and an equally cool cape, and who overall looks like the upgraded version of a plague doctor. In addition to that he also has a pretty rapier so you can both engage in some sparring (which we all know is the most romantic couple activity).

Deacons of the Deep

Probably one of the worst options on the list, they’re all crusty, rotting men moaning around a biggass coffin. There are many technical questions. If I dated a deacon, would I have to date all of them? Can we go out on dates or are they obligated to stay next to the coffin at all times? Can I even date them at all?? Not that I would, because I have standards. The only pro to entering this relationship(s?) would be that I’d probably get one of their robes for free, but the cons are so numerous that I’d rather buy it myself.

Abyss Watchers

Let’s be real and honest even if it hurts. Would I date an Abyss Watcher? Yes. Maybe I’d even date two. However, would an Abyss Watcher date me? No, because they’re all in love with Artorias, and I can’t blame them for that.

Old Demon King

At first I considered dating the Old Demon King like a Russian Instagram model dates an old, rich American man: with a great deal of fake love but above all great patience in order to be the only person on the will. But then I thought about it more, and what does the Old Demon King have to offer, really? A big firework show that will leave him exhausted like the old creature he is, and maybe some pyromancies. Truly, it is not worth it, especially since I’d have to take residence where he lives, in a big old room filled with the corpses of his kin.

High Lord Wolnir

I’ve got nothing against Wolnir personally, but I have no interest in skeletons, nor in his army of skeleton children. As stated above I’m not ready to be a mother. I feel like if we got in an argument and he sighed, he would poison me with his awful breath and I would die a horrible death. Also, living on the brink of the Abyss doesn’t appeal to me that much. However I would like Wolnir to be a good friend I can talk jewelry with because let’s be honest, the man (skeleton?) is blinged the fuck out even in death and I respect that.

Yhorm the Giant

Yes, I would date Yhorm. He was nothing but a sweet, misunderstood giant who always tried to get people to trust him and he convinced me. I would put my life in his big hands. Think of the possibilities. Just like with Vordt he could carry you everywhere but in a less reckless way if you prefer proper manners. You’d never have to worry about not seeing anything at a concert. Also, may I add that waiting for you to show up while sitting on his biggass throne is an absolute power move? Yhorm is a Lord of Cinder, but above all, a Lord of this heart.

Pontiff Sulyvahn

Would I date him because of his appealing aesthetic? Yes. Would I date him for anything else? No. Sulyvahn is absolutely terrifying, completely unhinged in the most frightening way, which is that he doesn’t look bat shit crazy. I could be thinking that everything is going well in our relationship then suddenly he’d lock me in a dungeon then would feed me to his weird friend because I put a fork in the knife drawer. He could pretend to propose and give me a weird fucked up ring with his eye in it and the next thing I know I’d be running in a field on all fours. I don’t trust like that.

Aldritch, Devourer of Gods

I’m so sad about Aldritch because literally everything about him is completely unappealing, unacceptable, unnatural, unholy, abhorrent, but he has the delicate and beautiful face of Gwyndolin. While our lovely Gwyndolin looks gorgeous as ever it doesn’t make up for the fact that Aldritch devoured people and probably wouldn’t find love to be a good reason to not eat his partner. The only reason I can find to have a friendship (not even a romantic relationship) with him is if you really like experimenting with cooking and you really, really need someone to taste your inventions.

Dancer of the Boreal Valley

I feel attraction, which means that just like any other being who feels attraction, I would date the Dancer. She is beautiful, graceful, a bit feral, and would not hesitate to put a flaming knife to my throat, which is the description of my dream woman. Imagine walking the streets with her, trying to hold her hand while it dangles 3 feet above you and she insists on holding her sword, actually, so she might slay anyone who tries to approach you, which she communicates through icy breaths and murmurs. The date of a lifetime.

Oceiros, the Consumed King

Another awful choice on this list, Oceiros is RABID and also, as far as we know, still a married man. You really want to date a man that hasn’t even gone through his divorce but already looks like this? Me neither. I’m already not big on dragon fucking but the fact that he’s all viscous and has weird growths all over him is not helping. Also, he has children, and we know how I feel about that — although, given how he treats them, he probably won’t have kids very soon (too far?).

Ancient Wyvern

So I’ve stated that I’m not very big on dragon fucking. With that said, do I think the wyvern is sexy and beautiful? Absolutely so. You’re probably like « Blue you’re sending mixed signals, are you gonna date the lizard or not? » and to that I say, date? Perhaps not. I would however like to form a lifelong bond with this wonderful force of nature and fight by its side, live a long and fulfilling life travelling along with it, only to die at the same time atop the tallest mountain in the world, where our skeletons will be discovers hundreds of years in the future by brave explorers, who will confirm that the legendary songs that were written about us were in fact not just a myth.

Nameless King

You’ve just read what I said about the wyvern. I feel like the Nameless King really understands me and would respect me for that. We could bond over our love of dragons and other flying scaly beasts and perhaps share some chaste kisses while soaring the sky on our companions. It’s nice to date someone who loves pets as much as you. I feel like he would be a fun guy to hang around in general, maybe he’d let you braid his hair or try on his crown. He can arrange personalized fireworks shows for you with his lightning powers. I don’t think you’d ever be bored around him.

Dragonslayer Armor

Dating an empty suit of armor has never bothered me (see: ds2 Ruin Sentinels), however I have beef with the dragonslayer armor. Is it a beautiful armor? Perhaps a bit worn off, but the reply remains affirmative. However, it is controlled by Pilgrim Butterflies, which basically means I’m dating one to multiple of these things in the shape of an armor, and I’ve gotta confess that I’m not down for that.

Lorian Older Prince and Lothric Younger Prince

Here comes the delicate moment where we have to make a choice without offending anyone. I personally, speaking for myself, in my own opinion, would rather date Lorian. Reason: he is big, strong, and a bit rabid, which I’ve made very clear is my type. I don’t dislike Lothric, but I feel like we’d be better off as best friends who have a really snarky group chat where we shit talk the entire kingdom. That’s pretty good because if I even just slightly disliked Lothric I’m pretty sure Lorian would sense it and would not hesitate to murder me on sight.

Champion’s Gravetender and Champion Greatwolf

Well the full name is just a formality here, I’m not completely insane so I don’t want to date this rabid wolf. I feel like the Champion’s Gravetender is just a normal dude who’s a bit in over his head and it’s not his fault but he just seems a bit boring compared to all my other options. Instead of a date I think he’d be more of an awkward flirt I had when I was bored and then I came to my senses but didn’t know how to disengage, but in the end it worked out because he was more interested in his work anyway.

Sister Friede and Father Ariandel

Again a choice has to be made and I will have to be predictable and say I’d date Elfriede. Just like Dancer she’s what the woman of my dreams is made of. She’s graceful and could easily take my life and I think it’s awfully sexy of her to be like that. I think I’d be accepted into the family pretty easily, which is important since Father Ariandel cares about Friede so much. I’d go visit him sometimes, play chess with him, bring him his flail, normal interactions with your girlfriend’s dad.

Soul of Cinder

I’m gonna be a tiny bit freaky here and say I’d date the Soul of Cinder. Dating it is just like opening a Kinder Surprise egg, you never know what you’re gonna get (sorry Americans for excluding you here). That makes life exciting and doesn’t let routine stall your relationship. Every day you can wake up with the question « What weapon will my darling walk around with today? The flaming sword, or the sorcery staff? » and be surprised by the answer. Truly ideal, but I understand it’s not for the faint of heart.

Demon Prince

I’m gonna go with a maaaaaaybeeeee? leaning towards no. I mean yes, the Demon Prince is a weird fleshy flaming demon, and that may be a bit gross, but I’ve gotta admit I admire his style, the drama of it all. The care he puts into his entrance, the attitude in his moves. If we don’t date I’d at least want to be friends so he can teach me his ways.

Darkeater Midir

I have very intense and contradictory feelings towards Midir. In one hand, holy shit, absolutely epic dragon, the spirit of companionship is growing in me. On the other hand, this beast is RABID and pretending I could tame him is foolish, and pretentious. I guess in the end the answer remains that I don’t date dragons, I just want to adopt them as my extremely exotic pets.

Halflight, Spear of the Church

Yeah I’d date Halflight, I know it’s the easy answer but look at him. I mean shit he’s walking around like a little thotty with his shirt open and you mean to tell me I’m not supposed to wanna date him because he looks pretty much like a regular dude? My boy Halflight WANTS me to date him or else he would not show up with his tiddies out to a sword fight, which as an activity already has enough erotic implications on its own.

Slave Knight Gael

I’m gonna say it unashamedly and I’ll say it again: I would date Gael. He’s been nothing but helpful and when he tries to attack you it’s to help his little lady that he’s adopted as his niece. We love a chaotic parental figure. Maybe he’s a tad bit old and dirty but there’s nothing a good bath can’t fix and I’m sure he’d appreciate having someone taking care of him for once. Again, he’s got that slightly unhinged quality to him that makes him delightful. When I walk around with my partner I want us to instill both fear and fascination in people which we would be able to accomplish perfectly well.

Dark Souls 1: Remastered date list // Dark Souls 2: Scholar of the First Sin date list

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mypimpademia · 4 years ago

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Bakugo, Todoroki, and Shinso quarantining w black s/o

Bakugo x Todoroki x black!reader x Shinso

TW: Swearing, refers to sexual activities at the end of each of them

Note: Yes, I did do most of this stuff in quarantine. [And they're aged up as always]

BAKUGO

He honestly feels like he's losing his shit

And he probably would if he did have you with him

You guys are staying up all night and watching Wild n Out, Basic to Bougie, 90 Day Fiance, all that shit

And of course Bad Girls Club

He claims he hates 90 Day Fiance and BGC, but he stays watching that shit, even if he has the remote or youre on his phone

His sleep schedule is fucked up

And by fucked up, I mean its a few hours past the old man's bed time

He goes to bed at 1 am now instead of 9 pm

But still wakes up at 9 am

He took a leave on hero work because of covid

He loves his job almost as much as he loves you (aw💖)

But hes not gonna risk his health for it

"Fuck all that bullshit, as much as I love my job, I'm staying my ass in this house. And you are too. I'll be damned if you catch it, especially if its from me."

Yall only go out once a week

He could minimize it to once every other week, but he tried that and it almost drove him crazy

There aren't any exceptions unless there's an emergency

Makes you wear gloves and use a reusable mask that he washes as soon as yall get home

And you get mostly essentials but he'll ask you if you want candy or anything and he'll buy a big box of brownie mix if you like brownies just to hold you over for a while

Also stocks up on meds like pain killers and allergy pills

No fucks given, he will hit up different stores for toilet paper

"WHY ARE ALL THESE FUCKIN IDIOTS TAKING THE TOILET PAPER?? I KNOW DAMN FUCKIN WELL YALL DONT SHIT THAT MUCH, AND HALF OF YALL PROBABLY DONT EVEN WIPE."

Hes gonna experiment with cooking more now that he has time

Writes down all the recipes that work out

Youre his taste tester so you best believe you bouta be eatin good 😌

If you want your hair done he'll order it online unless yall are already out

Hes gonna make sure that you're eating good and feeling okay because these are tough times 🥺

But hes gonna do it in his own way and act like he's not concerned

"Hey idiot, do you wanna pass out? You haven't been drinking water today, I can tell. I'm getting you a full cup, you better drink it all."

"You haven't eaten anything today, I'm making you dinner."

"Your hair is dry, come here so I can help you put oil on it. I keep telling you to take care of it, ill laught at you if you go bald." He wont

Also has you work out with him do you can stay in shape

Libido?

Yessir

Every other day, anywhere (except in public because hes not about to get sick), at anytime

It goes 50/50

Sometimes its just because hes in the mood

Other times hes feeling really soft and wants to show you that he loves you

All in all its a mixture of Bakugo losing his shit and loving you all in one

TODOROKI

He's pretty chill about it

Just super bored

Starts watching BGC, binges Basic to Bougie and 90 Day Fiance

Oddly enough he really enjoys watching Love & Hip Hop????

He finds it interesting

Especially likes Cardis season because its funny and hella memes came out of it

Don't get me wrong tho I aint a Cardi stan but you gotta admit that she's mad funny im a barb at heart tho

His crackhead really comes out over quarantine

He'll start referencing random ass memes

Hes mostly on leave for hero work unless they really need him

In that case he wears a mask and gloves out

When he gets home the first thing he does is reference BGC

"WHATS UP BAD BITCHES"

And thats how you know he's home

Goes to bed at like 1:30 - 2 am

Only because he doesn't want to be passed out if he's needed for hero duties

Goes out every other week

Mainly for basic essentials, but if you want a little extra he'll buy it

Anything else he'll buy online

Also goes to other stores to buy more toilet paper

Figured out that hes really good at crochets

So if you want your hair done he'll order any crochets you want off Amazon and do them for you

Takes care of you and makes sure your doing well all together

"Did you eat today baby?"

"How much water have you had today?"

"Have you been putting oil on your hair?"

Lotsss of cold soba

But he cooks a few other things so that its not the same thing 24/7

Asks Fuyumi for help when he doesn't know how to cook something super well

If you're the type to go to bed hella late, he'll make sure you sleep a full 8 hours

Even if you wake up after 5 he'll ask you to take a nap with him

Has you work out with him every now and then so you can both stay healthy

Not too much libido

He didn't get in the mood like that even before quarantine

Its not every other day like Bakugo though

More like twice a week

Anymore than that and it'll probably be because you needed it rather than him

If its after a mission it'll be slower just so he can show you how much he loves and appreciates you for being someone he can come home to and just being you

If its more spontaneous he'll be slightly rough but still a pretty slow

But it's a lot of crackhead Todoroki and soft Todoroki

SHINSO

He's doing fine

Just more bored than usual

I feel like Shinso likes cartoons so hes rewatching a bunch of childhood cartoons

Steven Universe, Adventure Time, Regular Show, all that good shit

Lotsss of cartoon quotes

Yall are having a pillow fight and he grabs 2 pillows and claps you?

"Cheatin ass bitch."

"Street rules, man." (Regular Show quote for those who don't know)

Please sing the bacon pancake song (Adventure Time) with him while yall make breakfast

He'll be so happy

If you do something stupid hes gonna do a lemon grab (Adventure time) quote

"UNACCEPTABLE"

On leave for hero work

Really doesn't care about getting himself sick unless he gets super sick or dies

But hes not about to get you sick

He'd genuinely rather get himself sick and die than get you sick

Yall go out twice a week

Once to get essentials and another just to get out

I feel like shinso is a decent cook so he'll cook for you

Write down recipes that you like

Also gets some off the internet

Works better with natural hair than braids and crochets

So he'll do slick backs for you and maybe give you a ponytail or something if you ask but he'd rather do 100% natural just because hes better at it and he likes natural black hair

Can also do half wigs

Takes care of you more than himself

So you have to take care of each other

"Did you drink water today, Doll?"

"I did, did you?"

"Did you eat today?"

"No, and you haven't either. What should we eat for lunch?"

"You havent been putting oil on you hair. Do you want me to help you, kitty?"

Small work out sessions

Maybe like 15 min a day

Full body tho because hes too lazy to split up days

Does to bed at like 4 - 6 am

Mostly just watching YouTube and binging cartoons and eating

Insomnia Cookies? (If you dont know, its a cookie place that delivers till 3 am and theyre so good-)

YESSIRRR

Yall gain back any weight you burned off from exercising earlier that day

Pizza, cookies, chicken nuggets, fries, fried chicken, etc.

Basically just a constant sleep over

Libido to the max

Once or twice a day

Nothing public because germs

Normally rough

But every now and then he'll get soft and just tell you how much he loves you and appreciates you

His aftercare for times like that consists of a bubble bath, lots of hugs, food and cartoons😌

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