#keepin it simple this year!!

[squuote]

actually getting things done on time for a change ;-P

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[court-jobi]

Hi, lately I came across your blog and I really adore your writting style :3

I was very excited when I saw you have open requests (if I am not wrong, otherwise ignore me hah), so I have request for Bakugou × reader, when they are in established relationship, but lately it got rocky, because he was barely home, trying to climb ranks and just neglecting their relationship, so they barely even talk. Then reader gets kidnapped, due to being Bakugou's SO, but she feels so irrelevant at this point that she starts saying to the kidnapper that they are wasting their time, because Bakugou is not coming for her, whick Katsuki overhears, you know just good old angst with fluff at the end maybe

If this request is too complicated or specific please don't feel pressured to do this, anyway have a lovely day/night

I am very much receptive to asks, and thank you so much for providing one!! super flattered actually and spent my entire afternoon crafting up this bad boy bc I had an instant idea for it

Hopefully I touched all the right notes on this one, enjoy anon! Don't be a stranger~

Do It Scared

Words: 4.9K

Warnings: Pro Hero!Bakugou x reader TW: kidnapping, intimidation, light descriptions of violence, protective Bakugou is protective, language, angst with a happy ending (promise!!) and potential spoiler: Pro Hero!Deku

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Dynamight is on top of the world– or at least working his ass off to get there.

With Deku back on the leaderboard, he’s got twice the motivation and has never been in love with being a hero more.

“That’s what -heh- nine for you this week, Dynamight?” the newly suited Pro beams at Bakugou- not unlike the five year old version of him did back a lifetime ago.

Only instead of bashing the twerp upside the head with a gloating tease, Bakugou simple smirks and gives Midoriya a stiff push on the shoulder, 

“Ten, but who’s counting, nerd?”

The winded, black-and-blue villain currently under custody finds the heroes’ track records funny. Midoriya doesn’t necessarily take these villain types’ remarks to heart, but hates the attitude of this one today.

“Yer sidekick keepin’ count?! You wanna badge or a chest to pin it on, smartie pants? –AAGH!”

“HEY- THE ONLY GUY CALLIN’ THIS DEKU A NERD IS ME, DUMBASS!! YOU’RE THE SHITHEAD GOING TO JAIL FOR THAT STUNT– AND HE’S HEADING INTO THE TOP TEN!!”

“HO-OKAY, DYNAMIGHT, I think he’s had enough!!” 

Deku corrals the punk’s restraints a bit, but leaves the remaining process of reading rights and detainment for the police who just rolled up. Deku will proudly share that much prefers this ‘thick as thieves’ treatment to the ‘fight me or die’ dynamic they shared in school, and couldn’t be happier to be Pro Heroes once again.

And if Bakugou were completely honest, so was he. He’s in his element and closer to reaching his goal by the day.

Walking out of earshot from the police unit, the two are heading over to Ingenium and Creati who are deeply engrossed with the intelligence officers who just arrived on the scene. 

“Ten it is, then– you really need to start leaving some to me though; I can handle it, you know,” Midoriya slips his facemask down, exposing a pleading grin Bakugou still kinda wants to punch some days. “Might give you a little time to actually take a rest day now and then!”

“Tch, if you were fast enough, you’d do it, ‘Zuku.” Bakugou straightens out his gauntlet, but misses his best friend’s tilt of a frown. “N’ who said I need a rest day, anyway? I’ve never been better!”

“I can think of one person..” Midoriya hinted strongly at something that truly escaped Bakugou’s focus. Every now and then, he couldn’t quite mindread the nerd like normal, if he was deep in work mode.

“Heh?”

Midoriya raised a friendly, tired brow, “How’s your girl been lately, hm?”

Bakugou tenses a touch, but quips back, “Whaddya mean. She’s fine, been working a lot too.”

“Not as much as you. What’s she up to? You haven’t said much about her.”

Which was an oddity, indeed. Your successes, your insights, and even your random memes were common topics of conversation from Bakugou’s lips. But Midoriya did raise a finer point between the lines– you’d been put on something of a backburner, and he knew better that something must be off for the blond porcupine to rarely speak of you. Bakugou sensed it himself, but the more repeated check-in texts he received, the cycle of his non-answers worsened. This must be what the nerd is getting at.

“She’s fine-” Bakugou pressed, assuring himself and no one else, “Look, we’ve got our flow, and it works. I keep her in the loop when I’m busy and she gets it.”

Midoriya heaves a disbelieving breath, and just fixes Bakugou a look.

“What’s that shitty look for, huh? Whaddyou know?!”

“I know when she texted me yesterday that she doesn’t sound thrilled about your overtime…” the freckled sweetheart touched a personal chord within Bakugou. “Or that she hasn’t even heard from you to talk about it? I mean, I-I know it’s not my business, but Ka-”

“Deku, Dynamight!” Iida waved the two over from their aside, and back into work mode- to Bakugou’s drop in spirit, “We have a bit of a time-sensitive mission to take care of~”

Deku turned to the officer, raring to go and and straightening up his shoulders to address their more formal counterparts, “Of course, officer- how can we help?”

“Well sirs, we’ve got an ongoing heist over on the other side of the riverbank, and need a bit of coordination to respond.”

Yauyorozu had just finished off a protein pack of some sort and had demurely crumpled its trash in her hand while navigating an ipad passed to her. She’d welcomed Midoriya over when he took interest in whatever footage she’d been presented.

“Well shit, we supposed to be standin’ around like this when time’s wasting, or what?” Bakugou asked brusquely.

Ingenium -in his formal, helmeted fashion couldn’t hide his practiced patience well with the hothead in his response;

“The need for firepower is necessary, Dynamight– but caution is as well,” Iida reminded dryly. “We are in a heavily populated area, and must exercise control.”

Bakugou merely purred a low growl and turned diplomatic.

“Fine. We got live wires? Hostages?”

“To our knowledge, only a select few- a dozen at most,” the officer answered, “We can see most of the victims through the bank’s glass lobby. It’s a small, petty theft group- or so we thought, but there are some decent quirk users among them. Seems they are after more than funds, but records as well.”

Bakugou refrained from rolling his eyes, but only barely. Surely there were bigger and better missions to be pursuing than this– something a bit flashier, more suited for his skills with higher civilian rescue numbers to add to his count.

“One guest was able to contact via the emergency text line, and reported that someone did pull an emergency trigger and was taken further back into the vaults as a prisoner.”

Iida empathized, “Hardly fair- I’m sure none of these customers were armed, and they were simply acting as any hero would trying to notify the authorities.”

The officer firmed up a smile in agreement and proceeded to share some more info about how far back into the bank the team would need to infiltrate based on proximity to servers. 

“Sure you don’t just wanna call ‘Tape’, bust in there, strap ‘em up, and call it a day? Y’don’t really need a whole evac team, do you.”

A simple rescue in-and-out should be easy enough, or so he assumed- until Yaoyorozu took a bit of a sharp intake of breath in her nose, alerting Deku to fixate on the screen again,

“Bak- erm. Dynamight,” Yaoyorozu interjected gently, “-you need to see this-”

Bored and still half paying attention to the officer, Bakugou only barely looked Momo’s way, and didn’t really feel like a crowd around a tiny screen -in full sun- was warranted.

“What? It’s frickin’ bright out-”

“Kacchan,” Midoriya shot back icily, “get over here.”

Something alarming had struck him in the face, and he was purposefully putting on a front to those not personally connected to the heroes. Sidestepping ‘Legs’, Bakugou was passed the ipad and played back the security footage of the interior of the bank.

Time stamped at just fifteen minutes ago, a civilian in question had tried dipping around the counter to where some clerks had been bullied up to the opposite wall- but one of the employees jerked her head towards one of the registers- a lightning quick gesture. This cued the civvie -a woman, if the hiked up skirt was a correct indication- in the foreground to feel around the bottom lip of the keyboard for something- likely an alarm switch. Once done so, she’d merely knelt back down, hoping to stay low and sneak back to avoid the thug to lash out at the person who’d tipped her off.

But then -comically enough- the thug sneezed and unfortunately whipped to the side to let it fly. Looking up, there she was in his sightline. With something akin to a spider’s web knocking her flat onto her back, she’d been dragged up and back with the others- trying to ground herself with a squatted stance first, tried to force her elbows back, then bashing her head back in an attempt to hit her captor– until she was ultimately slapped and taken back to the far hallway, hunched over.

Bakugou saw red. His heart stopped then set itself on fire, hotter than Hades. He’d known that self defense response from having taught it, himself.

You pulled the alarm. 

For the first time in his career- he knows the target he’s saving. He’s in love with her, after all.

Damn your neck hurts. If your elbows hadn't been glued up to your sides, you woulda used those instead; but now having jerked your head back, you’d given yourself a healthy dose of whiplash.

And got a punch to the gut. And a slap to the face. Joy.

There’s fight, flight, freeze, and fawn. You’d seemingly gone for the fight route, with your body moving before your self-preservation could catch up, but it seems your fawning tactic of remaining calm and quiet wasn’t working out for you now. At least you took the attention off those poor girls in the lobby who were in near hysterics. 

Only now it seemed you’d taken on the role yourself, back here. You try to breathe deep, drop your shoulders, drop your jaw. You’d think this would double to avoid showing any fear that your captors can use against you, but it’s honestly just to help keep you grounded and not panic and curb the intense need to vomit or cry.

Please. As if you’d even call yourself heroic for pulling the theft alarm– but you suppose it’s instincts. Carry-over bravery: osmosis you assume, from hanging around these heroes. Your hero. Katsuki.

You’re stunned– you’re shocked– and you’re scared. 

Katsuki. You want Katsuki. More than the police, more than your mom. 

You want your hero to come for you, over any other in this entire country. The name pounds behind your eyes when you shut them against a wave of pain, the person you want more than anything else in the world.

–And at the same time, that man’s name hurts at the cry for it: given he hasn’t spared you more than a one or two word response in days. Because he’s overworked by his own volition. By his own drive. And you should be angry. You have been, for this is the longest you haven’t seen each other outside of a trip; considering you’ve all but committed your lives together and he’s typically at your place every other night, the drop in communication is a cold bath.

And you’re scared now- it’s a blurry feeling. Time is wonky when you’re stuck in a room with no windows, no visible clock and just waiting. All those tips they tell you about how to react in an emergency to keep calm? The ones you’ve heard over and over again in security briefings and teacher preparedness days before the school year starts? Man, is it easy for those to go out the window when you’re in actual trouble.

You just want Katsuki. And that’s a silly thought, considering how wide the city is. He could be clear across the district right now.

But just saying the name -thinking of any other pleasant time when he had his arms around you play-fighting that could make these bindings feel more bearable- that’s what you want to cling to.

The villains here are pretty pathetic as interrogators go, but that spares you no calm as they taunt you as if you were a captured magistrate or politician. They’re split into two parties; their head honcho trying to tap into the databanks of the servers two doors down while your immediate captors with the creepy quirks are choosing to go through your recovered phone seeking out blackmail like the assholes they are. Your primary apps for insurance and paying your bills are thumbprint protected, so really what could they get to that's confidential? Nothing, to your knowledge. But it seems your camera roll strikes their interest. 

Oh yeah, they hit low. They see your lock screen first- a sweet photo of your harmless, dopey dog who they snark that you won’t be home to feed on time. Then even more, as your home screen displays a picture-perfect selfie of you and your darling man. You picked it because it’s rare proof of him smiling at some wisecrack you made before snapping the shutter.

Your handsome and infuriatingly busy man. 

“Aww, well just look at little miss hero’s cute lil boyfriend! Bet he’ll be awful proud of you playing the savior~”

“Tehehe, too little too late though, yeah? Gotta be quicker than that for us.”

“Geez, how sappy can you get. This guy’s all over her…and can’t blame him, honestly. Makes me feel a little bad for roughing such a pretty thing up.~”

Gross. Just gross. You act like you don’t listen, your simpering pain turns to nausea the more they talk. Until a renewed sense of fear hits:

“Wait- go back. Oh. Ohhh shit, no.”

“Whuh.”

“Fuck, man, that’s DYNAMIGHT!!” the jerk with the copious amounts of tattoos and chains draping off his arms like whips gets nervous real fast, “We have Dynamight’s girlfriend!!”

Your other guard seems to swallow for a split second, but immediately tips to a feigned dominance,

“Well, ain’t that just icing on the cake~”

“THE HELL DO YOU MEAN? He’s gonna come after her!! You know how scary that guy is?! I’m telling the boss-”

“Don’t wimp out already,” he fires back. “Why do that and waste time- when knowing this, we could get paid double? Heroes ransoms can cost him a pretty penny, and you know he’ll do it for her. Those heroes make bank.”

You flatten your brows angrily. 

“Whaddya think, princess? Big man gonna come and save you, huh?  

You really want Katsuki. But you truly have no idea if he’d know or care to come at this point. The spiral downwards in the mind is dizzying along with your headache, and just makes your heart sick for him. 

When you see him next, you’re not sure if you’d hug him or throttle him. Though now, you just wanna see him. 

“Unless.. He doesn’t!” his mood shifts- patronizing, “Too busy makin’ a paycheck and name for himself and all his hero buddies than to settle down and think about the pretty thing at home? Well, I would fix that real quick–”

A muffled boom sounds on your right. Rooms away.

Another, louder. Two beats after, the guards look at each other.

You hear a yell, a harsh one, then another blast that sounds cracklier than the rest. Someone’s close. But you’re honestly not sure if it’s friend or foe.

You’re excited, but get nervous again when the lackeys move into action. Chains loops a rough swing of his appendages around you and starts dragging you back into the adjoining office, while the muscle goes back to type at one of their private laptops that’s downloading something.

You give off a flare of panic in your voice- a sound you hate but can’t control. 

“It’s-s not him–” you force your pitch lower, but it shakes despite your best effort. “Cmon, there’s too many heroes, s’not gonna be him–  n’there gonna come an’- bust yall anyway!! Whaddya want me for?!”

As you’re dragged, you catch a glimpse of shine from above you. In the vent, you see mustard yellow and teal saturated with shadow- all metal. Then, his voice, through a comm on his wrist that flashes in the reflected light:

“Got her. Light it up, on your left.” 

Both lackeys drop what they’re doing and look up to see the vent kicked into the floor– and the wall totally blown in from your right. 

Dynamight -the Symbol of Victory- and Deku -the Symbol of Peace- are dropping in at breakneck speed, though the former is out for blood.

“ALRIGHT, WHICH ONE OF YOU FUCKERS AM I KILLING FIRST??”

Deku’s landing creates a decent wind with his jump, revealing Bakugou behind where the door usually is, and clocking your position almost immediately. 

It’s a powerful thing, to see him in action- you’ve certainly never seen it in person, and you’ve never heard him this mad. To his credit, he never raises his voice enough for you to fear it.

He spots you and the guy who rushes him, but just snarls, evades his whip of weighted chains entirely, grabs him by the calf, and chucks him into the opposing wall with a spinning throw. Then, he sets straight to you.

“DEKU!!” he shouts to Midoriya, “Trash, at your ten!!”

“On it!” Your angel from the ceiling ducts is currently laying into the other guy, but keeps the reeling villain in his sights before he can get up and strike again. You imagine the sucker has more than a few broken bones (or truly is dead, as promised)… he doesn’t move from his figure on the floor.

While you’re still coughing up a storm from the drywall throwing dust everywhere, Bakugou comes to your side and immediately picks your bound body up in a rush from the chair you were perched on.

“C’mere you-” 

He sounds rushed and spent, huffs it out of the room and into a separate office down the hall. 

You spot Ingenium and Creati moving on to the other end of the hall where you know the final villain remains, but you can already hear the squeals of said wimp once Iida bursts in. This will be quick work for the rest of them, so you weren’t worried Dynamight would be needed anymore.

Inside an executive’s office, Bakugou kicks the door behind him shut with his heel and sets you on the dearest flat surface- a decently sized desk.

“Hey you- you still with me?”

You don’t realize you’re breathing so fast until he’s looking you square in the face with split concern. It’s night and day from when he burst in after one of his more gusty explosions, his voice all cracked and high in pitch.

“Cmon, baby look at me- here, let’s get this crap off of you..”

Your gasps for air turn wet and you can’t keep yourself from crying anymore. It would be notably sweet that he still tries his hardest not to curse wildly around you, but right now you don’t care what font his expletives are in. Every bit of stress leaving your body all at once is a rush for your senses and your emotions.

“Kats~”

After his pocketed knife’s quick, careful work separating your arms from your waistline covered in a still-sticky webbing, he sheaths the blade again and collects you up when you launch yourself at him. 

Bakugou holds you hard and fast and you can’t even be bothered to worry about how his shoulder pauldrons are nearly choking you. He’s got you back in his arms, and he’s just saved your life.

“I’m here,” he grunts to you, relieved beyond measure, “I’m here, sweet’eart. You’re safe.”

You’re so thankful. You’re so happy-

“N’d I am so sorry.

-You’re so confused.

In a flippy tone that betrays what heightened nerves you’d just gone through, you ask, 

“Huh?”

Bakugou’s fingers thread into your hair when you try and pull back-

“Don’t. S’the first.” His iron-sure voice wavers, “I- I haven't hugged you all week.”

Then, you’re both crying into each other, and it’s a healing thing. 

Dragging careful nails across the back of his hero suit, you try to offer a tiny bit of comfort to this mass of man cradling you on this desk. You know you’re still in dire need to talk about his recent absence, but what a reunion this was. Feeling him after a seven or eight day stretch of near radio silence changes the degree of flame you hold against him. Honestly now, you’re in the mind to think he deserves a pass entirely. 

Bakugou finally lifts enough to press a kiss to your head, but makes no move to let go of you. “I’ve missed you, baby.”

Has he? He’s barely texted you past the ‘I’m heading out’ and ‘I’ve gotta sleep’ with no room to offer or reciprocate any form of love between you; so much so, it threatened to make you doubt. 

“Have you? I haven’t heard.”

“No, you haven’t. And that’s all on me.”

You turn your head very slowly- your entire neck is still tender, but you'd rather listen to him with an ear to his chest, where you belong. 

“I’ve missed you too,” you settle on the truth. You might have more to say when you’re not so exhausted, but the truth is you’ll still love him no matter what, and you do always miss him.

You miss every moment, big and small. His wins and losses. Nights where he’s high off a victory or the ones where he’s bone-tired and in his head about how weak he must seem. Nights where he takes out his hearing aids and just wants to fall into your silence to sleep safely, and the mornings where he’s up and ready to go take on the day after he has your kiss and hug to charge him up. Whether he has your chapstick smeared up on his cheek, or the promise of your arms to hold him in whatever state he greets you when he comes home, you just miss him. You notice when he’s not there. The house seeks him out, with lights on for him to find his way inside, and low music to soothe what anger might have followed him home.

You take a few moments to just soak each other in. You hope and pray he’ll come home with you after this.

And thank the Maker, your prayers might just be answered.

“This was a wake-up call, sweetheart.” Bakugou sounds a bit bolder, but still talks softly to you and the dust mites around you, “I’m takin’ a leave. A long one.”

The way he promises time off is something he’s toyed with before, but never followed through on.

“You can’t do that, Kats,” there’s no coldness to the words, but you mean it.

“Yes I can. It’s my race; I can step away.”

You sigh against his pec, “I’m.. I’m not asking you to. I can’t, that wouldn’t be fair.”

To you, sure. But not for his dream. Not the dream he’s worked and fought and lived for since before you met, and long before he fell in love with you. You’d supported him in this chase to save everyone and be the best at what he does from day 1, and you’ve never wavered on that– you still wouldn’t, even if someone asked you now feeling as dejected as you do by his absences–

“Tch. Y’know what's not fair?”

Bakugou finally loosens his grip on you to lift your chin up to him with thick, strong fingers, 

“Leavin’ you for days on end; waiting up, worried sick. Leaving, and just assuming you’ll still be there when I get back. And now you’re getting fuckin’ snatched the minute I turn my back on what we have. That isn’t right.”

The correlation is irrational- this incident today was a freak accident. You couldn’t have planned it- or certainly hope that your identity as his significant other is not going to be weaponized. Shuffle in the hallway beyond tells you that the possibility of that information leaking is sufficiently locked up along with them. 

Surely Izuku would have grabbed your phone– and maybe set you up a new lock screen with a mean mug to poke some fun at ‘Kacchan’.

You slump against him, at the sound that he’s being too hard on himself, and that’s not what you want for him either.

“I just miss you, Katsuki. And I want to see you succeed.” you study the bold ‘X’ across his chest with fondness and heartache mixed, “I want both those things. I just can’t help but wonder if you have to go at it so fast? And so hard, where I never see you? Like you’re racing against the clock to be #1? I just want you there in one piece; I don’t care how long it takes.”

You have no doubt he’s going to land the spot before he’s thirty. You just hope for a balanced ascension to the height of his power and ability. And selfishly… you hope you’re in the picture of his life when he does.

Bakugou hears and you do believe he listens, as he smooths a calming hand up and down your arm all the while.

“And today..” you clam up a bit with an uncontrollable shake, “Today was- scary. But you couldn’t help that. Any more that you can help it from happening t’ anyone. I know that,”

And you look up at him despite the burn it causes you. And -a funny contrast to your still teary eyes- you smile.

“-but you did save me. And that was- honestly one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen in my life.”

The comment strikes him as funny, too, since he gives a little chuckle.

“Me blastin’ in and causing you to choke on my smoke?”

You nodded briefly.

“Kinda hot, all things considered.”

Unbelievable, his headshake and eyeroll at how easily you can -and will- make jokes. Perhaps it is the shock still, deflecting with humor. 

You do realize how fragile it is because when you laugh at the absurdity, you catch his eye again and you look just a little too long before you’re sniffling. 

The reality is that you could lose him at any time: whether by his end or yours. He’s got the more dangerous job by far, but if today was any indication on your part, you shouldn’t just think yourself as a shoe-in for safety.

Bakugou cups your face in his hands to make himself perfectly clear.

“You’re the hero today, angel. Watched you in 16-bit as you snuck back there, taking that bastard into next week. You saved every- single- one of them.” he placed a kiss on each word as he praised you. “I am so damn proud of you.”

Your hands still skipped, limbs jumpy. 

“I don’t feel like a hero.”

His lashes lured you in as he gazed at you through them, “Doesn’t mean you aren’t one. You did it scared. That’s pretty hot, too.”

You huffed your amusement as he thanked you in his own way. Best to let him carry on before he’s whisked away again. 

Just as you thought he might release you in ushering you out of the office, Bakugou takes you by the hands so that you can stand, then keeps you in place by his immovable stance.

“Things are gonna change,” he vows, “because none of this shit matters if I don’t have you. Yeah I want you now, but I’m gonna want you after my fire’s burnt out. Which means, I gotta pay attention. I have to set ‘who matters’ just as high as ‘what matters’ and remember why.”

Touched by every word, your trembling lessens. You take in his warmth and his care and his explosive loyalty with confidence and nod in agreement.

Taking one last selfish hug, you sink into your hero again, standing more as equals than you usually feel being held by him. He’s lifted you up in more ways than one. Enough to let safety back into your heart, enough to tease,

“That can’t be your line. When did ‘Zuzu’ give you that one?”

“Hey,” Bakugou flicked you in the temple lightly, “I can be nice too, dammit.”

“Sure you can,” you kiss the dip of his neck in apology.

“You’re just always nice, you can’t appreciate the difference.” he pouts, taking your hand and leading you out of the office.

“...Sure I can.”

You have to give him a solid shot– he’s nothing if not insistent with what he wants.

Outside the room, there are a host of officers, photographers, medics and heroes aiding in the recovery efforts, so you relax your hand in his to let go,

–only he doesn’t let you.

Bakugou glances to you, “You’re in shock, extra. You need to get checked out.”

“I’m fine, Mr. Dynamight,” you chortle with a little head bobble like you would have normally done, only now the movement makes you wince.

“That’s what I thought. OI, Deku- where’s her sh-phone?”

The iron hero stands with the receptionists, looks to you both and smiles gratefully, before nodding off to his company and joins you-

“This, I believe, belongs to you, maam~” he perks up as he comes around to your other side. It’s not so much that you have to pretend to be strangers, but in this high-traffic place, it seems easier to fall into roles of ‘heroes’ and ‘thankful public’.

“How kind, Mr. Symbol of Peace~ I’d be missing this!”

Double checking your lock screen, he did -in fact- change your cover screen to a playful selfie: pointing at the crumbled remains of the wall they’d broken into, with the caption:

>>Whatever Kacchan wants, Kacchan gets <3<<

Muting your laugh, you simply tilt your phone Bakugou’s way and catch Midoriya’s quick wink back to you, before he sets off running with a screaming boyfriend sprinting after him.

At least Katsuki showed up back at your place at 6:30PM on the dot, fixed you both a salmon dinner, and started getting your baseline of support back on track. With his next two weeks off and barely keeping his hands off of you so far, you believed he was making good on remembering his why.

[shwoyo]

figure skater gf hcs ! ﹫kuroo ; tsukishima

🏷️: fem!reader, figure skater!reader, fluff, mentions of injury, not proof-read :P

wc: 567

a/n: FUCK lmaoo I'm so sorry to the anon on this post,, i did not read it properly. SO here !!! I'm so sorry again oh my golly. also, i do not know how to figure skate SO i'm keepin' it simple

𝜗𝜚 TSUKISHIMA KEI

neutral when he first finds out about it

but once he sees you perform, he's in awe

he just finds it so amazing !!

but of course he'll hide that feeling LOL

technically not hide... he just won't speak up about it unless mentioned

will complain every time you ask him to come with you so he could watch, but is actually very happy inside

will record you every time he's watching, with consent of course !!!

he'll post it on his story

he is so PROUD watching you skate on ice

when he's watching, he looks at you as if you enchanted him i fear

rolls his eyes when the other first years ask about you and your figure skating skills, but he will yapyapyap about it, answering their questions as if it was a thesis defense

but its just because he's so proud !!

would wanna learn how to figure skate but in secret... just to surprise you

would probably be just good at skating around, not those flips and spins

oh would secretly LOVE those dates where it's only you and him on the rink, and some indie music is playing on the background

would be so worried if you ever sprained your ankle/injure yourself

"what were you doing stupid?" "you need to be careful next time, please" "don't be so careless with your moves, okay?"

he's only saying that because he's worried okay !!

wouldn't deny going to watch you skate anymore, because he's so worried now that he has to keep an eye on you 24/7

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would ask so many questions when he finds out that you figure skate

"that's so cool!" "when did you start?" "was it hard for you?"

is just very curious and is amazed with what you do

the first time he watches you on ice, he's cheering so hard

he loves flexing you, esp towards yaku

"my girlfriend is so cool, i bet you can't find anyone better than her" he says with a grin

yaku would just roll his eyes LOL

he would record every performance of yours, even practices! (and would also be the only reason he's shutting up while watching you)

would be the one to ask when you'll go to the rink, so he can come with you and watch

on times where its only you and him on the rink, he'll skate with you

but he sucks a little so he falls on his ass most of the time

but the moment would be lovey dovey fun

will eventually learn how to skate properly, with your help of course, and he would be so annoying about it

"y/n, let's go to the rink today!" "y/n, d'ya wanna skate?" "y/n, i'm bored, let's skate!"

but who are you to deny him right

oh would be so worried when you get injured

he's gentle/angry worried, he's speaking so softly while his eyebrows are furrowed

"i told you to be safe, didn't i?" "you should've been more careful, should've watched your moves slowly" "let this be a lesson to be more careful next time, yeah?"

he would just be so caring while you recover

would buy everything you want

would just be by your side 24/7 until you fully recovered

once you do, he's watching your every performance and practices very closely than he did before

but of course, would still have the same enthusiasm as he did before!

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DAY ONE → apocalypse, lip gallagher

TAGS & WARNINGS → honestly not much, js mentions of an apocalyptic society. otherwise fluffy!

WC → 662

you’d never thought you would live to see the day that life as you knew it fell to ruin. it happened quicker than you could’ve ever imagined. one day you were nineteen, smoking a joint out the gallagher boys’ bedroom window, swapping kisses with lip while ian rolled his eyes, and carl tried to steal the goods right out of your hand. then suddenly your family was gone, the city wasn’t safe anymore—not that it ever had been, but it was much worse now—and you were piling into a van with all seven gallaghers, your eyes set on the safety you’d heard of in more rural, southern parts of the country. the way veronica cried and clinged to fiona as she said goodbye was burned forever into your brain.

three years later, you were making do in the shadow of the appalachian mountains. it was honestly cruel, the beauty of what surrounded you. outside of chicago the land had stretched on forever in uniform, level plains, and while you’d always said you hated it, what you wanted now more than anything was to see those stupid boring fields again. the land here was sickeningly gorgeous, with the high altitude making way for clouds to kiss the mountaintops which your town was settled beneath. 

lip sits in the open window, his eyes glancing between your sleeping form, and those same mountains you’d traveled through years ago. he watches the faint lights of the high society assholes who drive up there, passing over the dark underbelly of their society without a thought. he watches as the sun rises, then watches as you slowly blink awake in the pathetic excuse for a bed the two of you share. 

“lip? come t’bed, please,” you mumble, and he obliges. the bed dips as he lays next to you, bringing one arm to circle your waist. “’s apple pickin’ day, y’need to rest” you murmur to him, one finger gently stroking the bridge of his nose. he would never admit it, but he loves the sensation. 

“eight fuckin’ mile walk, all f’some apples,” he says in a low grumble, but you can see his mouth is turned into the barest hint of a smile.

it’s not long before he drifts off, the exhaustion taking over his body. you untangle yourself as quietly as possible, giving yourself time to take some semblance of a bath and tuck your hair into a neat style to keep it out of your face. when the sun starts to crest above the mountaintops you wake him.

lip grumbles, of course he does, but he drags himself out of bed and the two of you start off towards the orchard. a few hours in the cool autumn air have you arriving at the small, abandoned tourist town.

lip catches sight of an old country general store, and he elbows you gently. “y’think i can find a pack ‘f cigs in there?” he asks.

you shrug, standing at the top of the hill and looking down over the expanse of the orchard. neat rows of trees with rotted wooden labels boast bright red fruits on their untrimmed branches. for the first time in recent memory you truly smile. 

wind sweeps across your face as you turn back to him, slinging the empty backpack off your shoulder to fill it with the prized fruits. “i dunno, i’m gonna go pickin’,” you say with a kiss to his cheek. 

before you can take a step lip hooks a finger in your belt loop. “nuh-uh baby, y’re stayin’ with me.” he ignores your grumpy expression, gently tugging you with him towards the store. “we don’t know what fucked up shit is down there. i’m keepin’ you in my sight so i know y’re safe.”

you want to pout, but the simple action shows you how much he cares for you. words are hard for him—emotions even harder—but he shows you in these small ways. it warms your heart.

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Under The Skin - Rebecca Welton/Reader

Rebecca Welton/Female Reader

Summary: It's secret, away from everyone's eyes and just between them, a simple gesture that symbolically changes Y/N and Rebecca's lives.

Classification: Fluff

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, tattoos

Word count: +1000

Unrevised

Maybe it's the alcohol coursing through the veins or the gentle smile that is directed at her, but it seems so right that Y/N doesn't care about the pain and even less about tomorrow. The needle begins a little uncertainly on the skin until the woman learns to handle it with real dexterity and without trembling, both of them a little nervous. The first scratch is outlined and marked forever, halfway there. With care, Rebecca traces the half circle in the same way she saw the boys do and feels proud to see it taking shape on the forearm, small and simple, but cute and full of meaning.  

"I'm almost there, darling." she whispers and hums in anticipation, looking a little petty at how excited and proud she is.  

"It's crazy, isn't it?!" the younger stares at her, a moment of sobriety hitting for a second and the weight of the act weighing in the balance "Are we really doing this?"  

In response, Rebecca leans in and brings their lips together in a gentle kiss, taking time to leave them, there's nothing so sweet and addictive as her girlfriend. She could stay like this forever, feeling and loving her in every way, from the soft words to the burning touches.  

"God, better stop or we're not going to finish this any time soon." she laughs, reluctantly separating, and brings eyes together to analyze the next step, just one to complete "And..." turns the pen back on, drawing the last curve, this time a bit of blood comes out of the line "Done!" 

"How did it look?"  

"Beautiful, just like you, sugar." a kiss is placed on the girl's forehead and elegant hands stroke her hair "My good girl, you did great."  

Y/N sighs and smiles happily, the sparkle in the blonde's eye making the slight burning and eventual post-drinking pain worthwhile. She'd never imagined herself doing anything like that and is sure the other one hadn't either, nevertheless after two years here they are hiding in the dark at Jamie's party with the tattoo equipment borrowed, in fact temporarily stolen, exchanging secret wedding vows, marking their rings eternally under skin and exposed to the world.  

"Your turn, sweetheart."  

They change the needles and following instructions from the internet the moisturizer is applied to the arm, Y/N's fingers spreading the cream along strong and delineated muscles, memorizing again every part she knows by heart, the sensitive points she caresses in cuddles on the sofa and squeezes when they're almost reaching an apex. The couple stare at each other for a millisecond in a silent request for permission, to be sure that it's really wanted.  

"Go ahead." Welton encourages, trying to sound confident "I can handle the pain."  

"You will not regret it?" the question is fraught with concern, fear that her partner will regret the folly of a somewhat youthful nature.  

"Never, darling! Loving you is the most certain thing I have in my life." they smile complicitly and Y/N nods, continuing with the mission "We need to go to the pharmacy for ointments, which reminds me that we're also out of cotton and saline solution."  

"You're really drunk."  

"Drunk with love for you..."  

It's not exactly pain, maybe discomfort or something, but totally bearable... if it weren't for Rebecca's hidden fear of needles. She tries to disguise it by looking away, convincing herself that it's only to be surprised. Quickly and with calculated movements, a small initial in a fine line forms on the place, she still can't turn around, half paralyzed in disbelief, having her own moment of sobriety caused by shock.  

"You don't have to hide, it's okay to be afraid." the younger whispers, trying to confront her in some way, the worst part is over and the woman insists on keeping up her brave mask "Sweetheart..."  

"Is it over?"  

"Yes, it's over." she smiles and stretches up to place a kiss on the flushed cheeks "My good girl."

"Hey, that's my phrase!"  

"That doesn't mean you're not a good girl, and totally mine."  

Finally gathering courage, Rebecca looks down and almost chokes as she realizes that something really is there, engraved on her forever. The initial of Y/N's name on her and hers on Y/N. Eternally marked in a symbolic gesture, the union of their souls with homemade tattoos, sounded almost silly when the idea came up on the bar counter, but is the promise of their love for each other.  

"So we..."  

"We're married. My goodness, we're married!"   

"It's symbolic, but..." the blonde rambles, settling on the floor so that they're face to face "Soon I'm going to put a ring on your finger, give you my surname."  

"Try to imagine, Mrs. & Mrs. Welton."  

"I like the sound of that, I can't wait for this moment." 

"Me too, I'm really looking forward to it." Y/N whispers and closes the space between them with a passionate kiss, full of emotions that come through in every touch, barely able to contain the enthusiasm. She has married the person she most admires and as much as it was just between them, it's priceless, kind of magical "I love you! So much that I almost cry just thinking that we're wives now." manages to say when the air is needed. 

"I love you more! More than anything, I don't think there are enough words to describe how deeply and passionately. And I stole a champagne to celebrate."   

A bottle is taken from the handbag, chilled to the point of sweat. It's impossible not to be touched by the businesswoman's cheeky smile, who has had a lot of fun searching for the necessary items around the mansion, committing innocent little crimes for the sake of love and getting her first tattoo. All this with and for her girlfriend, engaged for half an hour and now wife.  

"We've probably got about 15 minutes before someone comes looking for us, what do you think?" Rebecca nods suggestively towards the immaculate king-size bed.  

"Oh, you want to go straight to the nuptials? Tempting."  

"No more tempting than the things I'm thinking of doing with you when we get back home, lovely wife."  

And that's another promise. 

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mentor!Kishibe

mentor!Kishibe is very aware of your secret attraction towards him. Has to use every ounce of his will to convince himself that its onesided, just a young woman with a crush. But he'd have to be blind not to notice the subtle shift from the student/teacher vibe between y'all two when you finally complete his extensive training. It's been 3 years. Granted he deemed you at peak less than a year in, and now he had nothing left to teach you. Knows it's already incredibly suspicious and selfish keepin you from your aspirations this long. Still.. "Sure you don't wanna go private?" Kishibe takes a swig from his flask, tired eyes trained on the newest addition to the eerily desolate cemetery. "Tsk. Don't ask somethin you have no intention of doin yourself. Real funny way of askin me to stay.." You get no reply. The tense silence stretches on, so many words on the tip of his tongue. He eventually settles with a dry "Then congratulations, kid: It's graduation day." You frown, dreading this moment almost as much as the thought of never finding the gun devil. Feels just as despairing as you thought it would. Staring at the side of his handsome downcast face, admiring the crinkle round his eye. "Will you miss me?" Kishibe solemn eyes finally meets your imploring gaze, not needing even a second to think about your question. Uses the back of his hand to gently sweep your braids off your shoulder as he offers you a small forced smile. "Course, sweetheart. You already know.." Your heart skips a beat to the simple touch and new pet name. Know what? But then Kishibe's droppin his hand. Turns on his heel, stridin to the exit without another word. "Goodbye.." The strong gusts of wind the only witness to your anguished whisper.

mentor!Kishibe makes it a point to keep his distance from you. Even with workin in the same sector, its a whole year before you see him again. Makima finally wore em down into comin out to eat with a few fellow hunters. "Two minutes. Then we're done here." She only smiles at him, watchin as he sits stiff refusing to touch his plate of food. Kishibe ignores the flow of conversation, his mind wondering what you were up to for the evening. Imagine his surprise when he sees your pretty ass walk through the door, his insides twisting and knotting at the sight of you. Uniform pants huggin your shapely frame; white shirts sleeves rolled up to the elbows, first couple buttons undone and givin him the tiniest peak at your mouth watering cleavage. So fuckin gorgeous to Kishibe. Almost exactly how he'd last seen you. Your face is different thought.. Just as beautiful but he knows that gaunt look only too well. Your hairs changed too, now in y/h/c wavy layered tresses down your back. There's nothing on planet earth that can get either of you to unlock eyes as you freeze on the spot. You weren't sure when you'd see him again; if his petty ass would continue to dodge you till the end of time. But inna instant, it's like just the two of you exist. Nothing else in the world matters but how much you want and miss him.. Till you remember the cruel and sudden way he chose to snatch himself from your life, leaving you heartbroken. And more lonely than necessary, especially considering the profession. The thought has you spinnin on the spot and storming from the restaurant. Makima digs her elbow into Kishibe's side. "I'm not saying fall in love. But find a piece of happiness for yourself, even if you believe it to be fleeting." He doesn't say a word. Knows right away her sneaky ass had somethin to do with this crap. Puttin on his shoes and coat, he heads out. Doesnt grace a single soul at the the table with a goodbye, leaving for home with a scowl and a dark cloud over his head. Kishibe knew comin to this shit show was a fuckin mistake.

mentor!Kishibe is so fuckin stubborn that he goes another 6 months without you in his life before almost goin off the deep end. The gaping hole in his already miserable existence seems to physical weaken him. Kishibe can't eat, think or fuckin sleep anymore. Drinks more and focuses less on his goals at work, even skippin out some days to secretly pop up to check on you. But you never see him, even when you feel a pair of unknown eyes on you every now and again. He continues to watch from afar when you patrol, missin the way you'd accompany him on his. Longing to hear your sweet giggles when he'd say something dark or give you a taste of that dry humor. The only woman that got him to open up bout what makes him drown his sorrows in liquor. And even indulge less. Needs that connection with you again. He's startin to care less and less how hes too old, too much of a brute that might be incapable of giving what you need. And in fully recognizing that.. Kishibe can't be without you much longer. The only semblance of peace is late at night when he gives in to the madness that haunts him, pumpin at his angry agitated cock while you consume his mind. "Ohhh fuck, y/nnn.. Touch me, sweetheart.." Head dipped back into his pillow, moaning low imagining the his grip to be the warm wet clutch of your tight lil puss. Perspiration drippin down his nude frame, muscles spasming from how good it feels. "Tell me you want me.." Drivin him insane rememberin every scar, dimple, beauty mark peekin from your formal public safety uniform. "Want you so bad, pretty girl." Wish he could listen to how you pant after a strenuous session, tiny huffs akin to what he thinks you sound like if he sucked at your clit. "Bet you like that, huh?" Fucks his fist quicker to the thought, strokes awkward from how infrequently he masturbates. How sensitive would you be? Would you moan or scream? Buck and hump against his face, grind his lips for maximum pleasure? "Thats it. Take what you need greedy girl." Or maybe run from it. Yank at his short hair while tryin to escape, his name stuttering out on broken moans and pleas for reprieve as he forces you to cum. "Y/nnn!" Kishibe unloads allover his fist to the conjured imagery. Sputtering your name over and over as his nut spurts thickly in the air, splattering his muscled thighs audibly.

mentor!Kishibe knows things have gone all the way left when liquor stops helping to numb the pain of your abscence. Shows up to your spot in the middle of the night with a crazed look in his eye, bangin on your door like he was outta his damn mind. "What do you want Kishibe?" You snap after eyeing him through the peephole, swinging open your front door. Even through your outrage, you're immediately aware of the deep dark circles underneath his eyes. Or the prominent wrinkles in his suit jacket and pants, but most importantly the exclusion of that dank smell of whiskey. Your stunned he isn't stone cold drunk. But his attention is on the fact you're only in an oversized black tee, hair inna a cute messy bun. Smooth brown legs and pert nipple prints on display for his greedy gaze. Doesn't have very high hopes with hidin how his dick starts to chub, trying his damnest not to stare at the exposed skin. "Y/n, sweet girl.. Missed you so fuckin much. I'm so sor-" Kishibe steps a foot forward into your home, arms outstretched to embrace you but you sidestep him, smackin away his hands. "Fuckin kidding me right?" He's never touched you unless you guys were training, but back then you had always hoped for it. Dreamed of it. Even now your body yearns for him to hold you, caress you.. To fuck you. Traitorous pussy started to moisten, nipples stiffening the moment you opened the door. But you're fuckin hurt! "Y/n-" "What?! Thought you could ghost me then slide through for a quick fuck?" Your tone makes his heart clench. Kishibe can't believe you think that's what you mean to him. His face falls a bit and he drops his arms. "No, never. I missed you so mu-" "You said that already, Kish." Another interruption paired with a severe eye roll. "Babygirl, hear me out. You have every right to kick my ass and send me off. I'm sor-" "Yeah, you said that already too. Either tell me why you left me or get the fuck out." He takes a deep breath before puttin his heart on the line for the first time in his life. "I'ma fool, y/n. An old fool that had no intention of ever fallin in love. Not with the life we lead. You know as well as I that only swift violent death awaits all of us. But then I met you." Kishibe reaches for you again and but this time you allow him to link fingers, his words sinkin deep; they were very true. "Mourning hurts worse the more you care. I didn't want that for you. Just wanna protect you sweetheart. Even from myself. You mean everything to me and I dont deserve you.. What if i can't make you happy?" You mull over his words for a second. "So you denied me my dick, which woulda made me estatic by the fuckin way, all in the name of protectin me from grieving?" You clarify in disbelief. He gives you a short nod, cock twitchin at your admission. "Fuckin stupid, Kish. Everyone at work can see you're all i need to be happy. And we all die! No matter the jobs we pursue. What's wrong with enjoying each other till then?" You ask, palming up his abs to rest your hands on his chest. Wow. He never thought of it like that. Such a intelligent girl, but he always knew it. Though he tells you anyway. "When you become smarter than me, babygirl?" Kishibe asks, tuggin you against his well defined frame. Arms wrapping around you tight, dippin down to massage your backside as he noses up your neck, inhaling your fresh, feminine scent. "Haven't I always been?" You hug around his neck as he hums in agreement at your throat, tiltin your head to offer him more access. The need for his cock to mold your desperate cunt to the shape of him is overpowering when you feel it press firm against you. "Come in, Kishibe. Need you so much. Don't make me wait anymore." Connecting your lips to his, moaning when he passionately reciprocates as you yank him inside by his the collar of his shirt.

mentor!Kishibe hasn't had the luxury to relieve himself in weeks; can't even remember the last time he's gotten do it with someone other than himself. So he's absolutely unprepared when you unzip his slacks, push him to the bed, turn and hastily sit on his dick. "Holy shit, baby girl!" His fingers dig into your hips bruisingly, trying to lift you off his hypersensitive leaky length. Soft heat drenchin him, erratic flutter of your walls buildin that familiar pulsing swirl in his gut. Feels pathetic that he's already fighting back nuttin inside your perfect lil snatch. Mind reeling at finally gettin a taste of your bomb ass coochie, and the fact you aint have no panties on when you scolded him at your front door earlier. "Pussys too tight, worlds best cock sleeve baby. Mmm.. Oh shit- get up! Lemme breathe honey. Been too fuckin long, dont wanna buss yet." But you fight against his attempts to unsheathe himself, moanin as his words replay in your head. Leanin back into his strong chest as his scent clouds your mind, reachin back to grip tight at his freshly cut soft blonde locks. "Nooo, Kish! Don't make me wait anymore. N-need it so bad. 'S so big, feels so good inside me. Don't make me stop, pleeease. Gimme my dick, baby. Waited long enough right? Waited like a good girl?" Kishibe clenches his gut tight, noddin his head swiftly. Your filthy pleas, how you frantically mouth and suck on his neck, pullin his short hair hard, makin his fat balls buzz pleasantly. "Yes, yes. Ughnn fuh-uck.. Such a good girl, my best girl.. So please sweetheart, slow the fuck down less you want this shit to be over with already." He's sits tense, so fuckin on edge tryin not cum, not even sure you hear anything after 'good girl'. "Y/n?" "Kishibeee.." Your immediate dazed moan back to him doesnt sound promising on followin orders. Fuck! He assumes even with bitin off more than your lil puss can chew, you've been plottin all this time to take matters into your own hands. Always the clever girl. And so goddamn impatient. "Oh fuck, y/nnn.. Gonna give you what you want, just w-wait‐ wait a second honey!" Fuck that shit. "No." You huff, makin his pretty eyes narrow at your new found disobedience. "Little girl, stop. Right now. Dont make me- haaah!" Threat cut short when you grind and roll your hips into his before leanin on his knees to tentatively bounce on his dick. "Ohmygod! Knew you'd fuck me so good. Ohfuuuck! Waited too long for this good dick. So worth it, so so worth it!" You keen, tossin your head back at him diggin you out, body tremblin how he stretches your delicate walls round his thick girth more than any man ever had.

Kishibe eyes widen at your antics, grip at your hips useless as you keep a tight hold of the reins and fuck him a bit quicker. Tits jigglin under your tee, clit throbbin for attention as you use his dick to knock into that ridged pleasure button inside you. "Fuck me, Kishi! Show me how much you missed me. Yeees, yes- right there!" The intense sensation rapidly formin in the depths of your tummy is frighteningly mind numbing but you chase it anyway. Fuckin him vigorously, nails diggin into his knees as you both near whats sure to be orgasms for the history books. "Shiiit! Gonna make me buss so fuckin h-hard, honey.." "Then buss for me. Mmm. Show me what I've been missin. Wanna feel your nut splash inside, handsome." No womans ever talked to or fucked him like this before. Its him that usually mounts his victims till they're stupid from his curved cock. But now he can hardly take the snug hug your hole gives his dick. Unable to stop his eyes from rollin back in his skull when you focus on humpin the wide mushroom tip, swiveling your hips sensually as you ride your mans dick. His fingers slip from your hips and Kishibe falls back against the bed limply, eyes blurry with tears at the sensation of you fuckin him so thoroughly. "F-fuck honey. Thats it. Put that pussy on Daddy." He slurs, eyes shut tight, oblivious to the dark kink he keeps buried deep down finally breakin free. "Make me nut in that pretty lil pussy, baby. Show Daddy how he's the only one that can cum inside." His chest heaves as he pants out quick labored grunts from the way you pop your plushy ass on him up and down fast as you can, slammin your lil cunt on him tirelessly; the burn in your thighs the last thing on your mind. "Yes, Daddy! Gimme it, earned my nut huh? Don't wanna wait for it anymore!" You hiccup, beggin for his load in high pitched cries as he begins to buck his hips widly. "H-here it is, sweet girl. Nuts all for you.. Ahhh fuck! Take it, honey. Take it.." Glidin to the base of his swollen shaft repeatedly, literally milking the sperm from his poundin dick. Gooey white spurts layer your walls, coating your insides thickly with his essence. His hips unintentionally lift from the bed to chase your pussy, outta sync from your rythym, random hits to your gspot makin you seize in his lap. "Kish, Kishi- Kishibeee!" Juices gush and pool on his work pants as you cum enthusiastically, clumsily rotatin your hips, usin his poor cock to abuse your puffy hole even when Kishibe stiffens from the overstimulation. "L-little girl." He warns you but you ignore him, wordless moans slippin through your bare lips as you enjoy him like its the last time. The man has to gather all the strength he has left to snatch you off his dick and flip you onto the bed, pastel blue covers cool against your back. He hovers above you, sticky girth rigid against your slick pussy lips. "Bad fuckin girl. Doin whatever you want with my dick." Kishibe snarls against your mouth, kissing you hungrily, both of you still pantin for air. His words make you pout, releasin a small whimper when he pulls away, floppin next to you and cuddling into your side. "My dick, Kishibe. Plus.. Thought you said I was good." He snorts at your whine. "Any man would say that when you're force fuckin the nut out me the way you did, y/n." You bust out laughin at his deceitful trickery, your infectious giggles makin him follow suit. "That right.. Daddy? Didn't know you were into that. Think we got some catchin up to do.." Kishibe groans when you slip a hand to squeeze lightly at his sensitive slowly softening cock, smilin into his shoulder when it twitches with interest. He knows he'll never hear the end of this one and really wishes your perfect lil cunt didn't get him so fuckin pussy drunk. But really, Kishibe's finally happy; hopesand prays his lil slice of happiness won't be cut short..

[eisforeidolon]

Question: Could you tell us some of the differences that you've discovered between acting and producing, directing and how they've affected your performances with both?

Jared: Oh, great question, great question.

Jeff: It's a real question! I can't even make - I'm trying to think if I can go dirty with that somehow. You got me thinking about their parents and -

Jared: Just grab her fan [referring to a previous fan's prop].

Jared: Yeah, it's a great question. I think, first and foremost, being involved in the production and how the sausage is made, so to speak?

Jeff: [shakes his head emphatically] And he doesn't think he could write a memoir.

Jensen: [also shaking his head] Any, any other analogy.

Jared: Seeing all the ingredients that go into a recipe, I have so much more -

Jeff: We're all thinking about sausages now. Way to go.

Jared: I have so much more respect for everything that happens before they call action. You know often times, and this is kind of whether it's actually getting into producing or directing or helping develop? But we were just talking about, Jensen and I were just talking about, our first jobs. Like, twenty five years ago. And my [finger quotes] job as I saw it then, the only thing I could tackle was like know your lines, hit your marks. You know? I didn't even think about, oh, what are these people doing? Oh, what went into this thought? And so understanding now, like why storylines go the way they go sometimes, and why people wear this or do that. And sometimes as simple, frankly, as an actor's availability or lack of availability - like with Jeff? We couldn't sign him on, we being Supernatural at large, couldn't sign him on - he would have loved to have stayed, I imagine? But they were like, hey, we don't have the budget to add another regular and so that's why the character went that way. Or like with me with Dean on Gilmore Girls, Dean had to take a turn and kind of get strange because they didn't have me. So they're not gonna write, like, hey John Winchester is now at the forefront of every episode, 'cause he might be on Grey's Anatomy next week.

[Audience cheers, Jeff bows]

Jared: And so learning about, kinda what restrictions there are to the art of the story you want to tell has been kind of what sticks out in my mind.

Jensen: Producer's just a title they gave me. I did nothing to earn it. It's just in my contract. No, I would say that the producing side of things is - you know there's a lot of different facets, I think a lot of different types of producers that handle different tasks. And that's really what a producer is, they're task rabbits. They are putting out fires, but if there's no fires to put out, then there's really not a whole lot to do as a producer. From a production standpoint. If you're talking about producing from like the conceptualizing standpoint when you're in the writing room and you're coming up with the -

[Kid yells yayyyyy]

Jensen: Okay. Yeah.

Jared: Yeah!

Jensen: [pointing] You understand!

Jeff: That's a future producer right there.

Jensen: Yeah, that's a creative producer. And so there's line producers that are in charge of, you know, keepin' the books and doing budgetary things and turning in budgets to the studio. And so there's a lot of different types of roles that fall under the producer umbrella. But with me it was more about just, that title to me just meant be a leader on set. Which I already kind of feel -

Jeff: You did that anyway.

Jensen: responsible for anyway as one of, as a lead actor - is setting a tone and leading by example and leading a cast and crew and with the help of others [gestures towards Jared]. And so producing was less of a, I think, bringing on more responsibility. I think Jared probably took on more because he liked that element of it? I would say for me what impacted acting more outside of acting was directing. Learning how - learning all the nuts and bolts to frame composition and why I'm using this lens instead of this lens. You know, focal length and drawing the audiences to certain - why you put a subject, whether you put them left frame or right frame instead of center frame. So all of that stuff started to really help me when I was in front of the camera, understanding why they were doing that. Having that knowledge and then just being more comfortable with my performance knowing exactly how it was - it was almost like I knew what the reflection looked like without the mirror being there. And that can be troubling for some people who don't wanna know, they just wanna just be able to perform? But especially I know Jared and I - and I think Jeff as well - were really technical with our acting. We understand marks and lighting and if you're not on your mark, you're not gonna be in focus and so - and then also framing and I can ask a camera operator who is twenty feet away what lens they're on and know exactly where that frame is hitting me [gestures framing his head and upper torso]. And so that just helps me in my performance because if I know they're on a one thirty five and they're right here [gestures to just his face] then I'm not gonna [flails a bit wildly] then I'm not gonna do that. But if they're on a forty -

Jared: Then you'll do that?

Jensen: Then I'll do [throws up hands]. Then I might make the motions bigger. You're able to play, the space is larger. And so just that kind of knowledge helped me as an actor, I think. And then I learned more of that from directing I think than I did, you know, anything on the producing side.

Jeff: I find producing to be more about lack of money now, than anything else. Every day starts with a phone call saying -

Jensen: It's too expensive!

Jeff: Too expensive, you spent too much money yesterday or on the episode before and so we have to take it away, how are we gonna do that? I'm like, take me out, I don't need to be in those scenes. [laughs] And I think both these guys are right, been around so long, I've never directed, I've been asked to direct for the last fourteen years on whatever show I've done and I didn't want to do it because I hate watching myself. I can't imagine going into an editing room and watching myself and being able to decide - I'd be like nope, I just wanna go stay on Jensen and Jared the whole scene. So I've never taken that step and also I've found that it takes a lot more time. And I don't have that. I don't have the time to leave my kids for an extra month to go do prep on the first episode of Dead City. These guys don't have to do that, I would have to go spend a month of fiddling around and looking at locations and you know, meeting with DPs if we don't have our DPs - I mean every year so far we've been on this spinoff we've had different DPs, so it's a lot of stuff. That being said, I've always been the guy next to our DPs saying why are you using that lens? Why not this lens? And asking those questions, so I feel like I could direct at this point pretty easily if it weren't for the fact that I'm in the damn thing. If I could go direct one of these guys [points to either side]? In a second. Yeah, that'd be great.

Jensen: Noted.

Jared: You heard it here first.

[2baddiesfanfics]

The Great Outdoors

Pairing: Nobara x Maki

Tags: Camping, Tent Sex, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Anal Fingering, Vaginal Fingering

Summary:

Sukuna's been defeated, and it's time to celebrate with a group camping trip. With their futures ahead of them, the Tokyo Jujutsu High gang decides to take a break from fighting and enjoy the great outdoors. But with Maki's competitive side, Nobara is in for more than just roasting marshmallows and sitting by the campfire.

*Note: All characters in this fic are 18+*

Read on Ao3

“Yuji! Megumi! Go gather what we need for the bonfire,” Nobara yelled from inside one of the two massive tents her, Maki, Panda, and Inumaki had set up.

Gojo had told them he’d take them wherever they wanted after they had all graduated, and both groups of students had asked for a camping trip to watch the Sakura trees bloom.

With Sukuna finally defeated and no longer in the picture, the alumni of Tokyo Jujutsu High were free to live their lives as they pleased. Sure, there was the occasional fight, but after giving the king of curses one final ass-whooping, everything else was small fry.

Of course, now that they had all survived, they could dream of the future. Having gone through such a traumatic experience together, bonds that had already started to bloom in their days as students had finally become full-fledged relationships. Yuji and Megumi had stopped pretending they were only “bros,” and Maki and Nobara had admitted what they shared was something much deeper than friendship.

Once the boys returned with the kindling needed for the fire, Inumaki got started on the grill. For someone who only spoke in onigiri ingredients, it was no shocker the guy could cook. Nobara had recruited Yuji as her Instagram photographer while Megumi, Gojo, and Maki had started to play a game of horseshoes.

Nobara chuckled to herself as she knew Maki wouldn’t give up until she had beaten both men.

“You get ‘em, babe,” she called out over her shoulder while trying to fit her and her best friend in a shot with beautiful pink flowers.

“So…how are things going with you and Maki-senpai?” Yuji asked while throwing up a peace sign.

“Ugh, do something cuter, please,” she chastised before grabbing his hand and moving it out of the frame. “So far, so good! We’ve been looking at apartments in Tokyo. Thankfully Zenins have money because my paycheck wouldn’t pay for half of some of these places. How about you and Megumi? Smooth sailing so far?”

Yuji blushed, which was an unusual sight for Nobara. She knew he liked Megumi, but this was a sign of more than a simple crush. “Yeah, now that I don’t have a thousand-year-old cursed spirit living inside me it certainly makes things easier!”

“So…have you guys…ya know…” she said as she gave him a playful nudge.

“Kugisaki! That’s…private. But for your information…yes. And it was better than I imagined it would be,” he replied under his breath. He gave her a sideways glance. “And…you two? I mean…I have to imagine Maki-senpai is pretty, uh, athletic, if you get my drift.”

Now it was Nobara who turned bright red. “Yuji! It’s rude to ask a lady about her sex life!”

Her classmate looked back at her incredulously. “Dude! What, so you can ask me but I can’t ask you!? That’s messed up!”

“Hmm. You have a point. Let’s just say…it’s definitely a workout. She’s got some interesting kinks for sure,” she whispered. Her thoughts drifted to scenes of her hands tied behind her back, her senses heightened due to the strip of silk tied around her eyes, the soft heat of Maki’s breath on the shell of her ear as she murmured “good girl.”

“-bara. Nobara!” That same voice, now louder, shook her from reliving the moment. “Dinner’s ready. You too, Yuji! Last come, last served and I know neither of you want to miss barbecue.”

“Um…coming!” She shouted back as she jogged back with her best friend in tow.

When she reached her girlfriend, Maki pulled her into a hug and leaned down to reply, “Oh, you will tonight.” Nobara looked up in shock, keeping her voice low while shifting her gaze from left to right to ensure the others weren’t paying attention.

“Maki! For real? Panda’s supposed to be in our tent, isn’t he? Look, I know you’re into some fucked up shit, but…”

The older girl rolled her eyes. “Oh please! Get your mind out of the gutter. Relax, I’ll handle panda. I’m not going to miss the chance to try and wake everyone up with your screams.”

Nobara narrowed her eyes. “Get real. You’re good, but you’re not that good, love. My self-control is unparalleled.”

Maki smirked and chuckled darkly. “Babe, you know I love a challenge. We’ll see how that ‘self-control’ holds up with my tongue in your-“

“Shh! I’m begging you, let’s go eat,” Nobara chastised as she pushed her shoulder.

“That’s what I’m trying to do!”

“I mean dinner, you idiot!”

Inumaki’s voice interrupted their banter with a loud, “Salmon!”

“Maki! Nobara! You heard him. There’s not gonna be much left if you keep being all lovey-dovey over there!” Yuji shouted.

The women walked back over to the campsite hand-in-hand, eager to dig into their classmate’s legendary cooking.

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Night fell quickly as the last few embers of the fire burned, the smell of charring marshmallows and melted chocolate wafting through the air. Maki got up and stretched, a wordless signal to Nobara it was time to retreat.

“Whew, I’m wiped. Thanks for doing all the cooking, Inumaki. It was delicious! I think it’s time Nobara and I headed off to bed.”

Panda started to get up, but Maki was prepared. “Um, Panda? Wouldn’t you rather hang out with the guys tonight? I know you’d probably be bored out of your mind listening to us talking about Nobara’s latest shopping spree.” The other girl shot her a dirty look for using her as the scapegoat.

“Are you sure, Maki? It can get pretty cold out here in the woods at night. I’m essentially a giant teddy bear, you know.”

“You’re so sweet, but I think we should be fine. The sleeping bags we brought are pretty thick. Go on and have a great time.”

Panda nodded and started to help the others clean up. Who better to ensure they didn’t leave anything out for bears to come by and ransack?

The girls opened the tent and before Nobara could even start to zip the entrance closed, she already felt Maki’s hands wandering up her shirt.

“Can you please at least wait until we’re settled in?” She sighed.

The other girl’s lips had already attacked her neck, her mumbles barely coherent against her skin. “Can’t…help it…need you…” She began to lift her shirt but felt Nobara shiver. “Is that because of me?”

“No…Panda was right. It’s fucking cold. Can we at least get in the sleeping bag? I don’t think you’ll object to being that close together.”

“You don’t think that’ll be too warm?”

“Not if you get me naked first. Just quickly, please.”

“That, I can do.” Maki worked fast, throwing her shirt up over her head and helping her shimmy out of her pants and underwear. “Get in there and get cozy,” she commanded before stripping out of her own clothing and setting her glasses somewhere they wouldn’t get crushed.

Sliding into the sleeping bag behind her girlfriend, Maki pulled her in by her waist and continued where she left off.

“Fuck…I thought the guys would never go to bed…” she mumbled as she kissed and nibbled at Nobara’s bare shoulder while her hands roamed her chest.

“Maki…do you really think…ahh…it’s ok for us to be…mmm…doing this? What if they can…ohhhh…hear us?”

The other woman nuzzled against her neck, continuing to kiss upward until her mouth was pressed against her ear.

“Did I not make myself clear earlier? That’s the whole point of this. What happened to your confidence? Don’t think you can hold back?” Her taunting was punctuated by firm squeezes of her breasts, causing Nobara to bite her lip to hold back a moan.

With the sounds of the forest echoing in the night - the chirping of crickets, the flow of a nearby stream - she figured there was no way she’d be loud enough to disturb the others.

“It’s going to feel so good knowing I proved you wrong,” she answered, trying to stoke the competitive fire within Maki.

“You do enjoy being a brat, don’t you? What happened to my good girl?” Nobara’s breath hitched in her throat. Her girlfriend was playing dirty. She knew what that pet name did to her and she clearly wasn’t afraid to bring out the big guns.

Don’t give her the satisfaction. Be strong, Nobara.

“Hey, if you’re going to tease me, what’s the harm in me teasing back? You can dish it but can’t take it?”

“Oh, I can take it. But I’m focused on making you feel so good you don’t think twice about what the others will say tomorrow when you leave this tent sore and bruised,” her mouth trailed back down to her neck and she sucked, hard.

“God…Maki…you can be rough but do it where they can’t see it.”

“Hmmm I thought you liked it when I marked you…don’t be shy.”

“I’m never gonna hear the end of it from Megumi and Yuji.”

“Fine. I’ll be nice,” she acquiesced before shifting so she could leave love bites further down her chest. Stopping to take a nipple between her teeth, she gently tugged it and Nobara slapped a hand over her mouth to stop herself from crying out. Her girlfriend reached for her wrist and tore it away.

“Hey, no cheating. Come on, let me hear those cute little noises you make when I fuck you at home.” Maki kissed her way down her stomach, feeling her abdomen twitch under the warmth of her lips. Try as she might, Nobara couldn’t help but spread her legs in a silent nudge to get her to move faster.

“Maki…please…”

“Beg a little louder for me, baby. Good girls who do as they are told get rewarded,” she said as she kissed her inner thigh. She knew she was just about to get her to break.

Nobara squeezed her eyes shut and threw caution to the wind. Screw it. The guys can make fun of me all they want. It’s worth it.

Clearing her throat, she turned up the volume. “Maki, please…fuck me…”

“There we go. Was that really so hard?” Before her girlfriend could make a smart remark, her tongue slid inside her and turned her words into groans. Nobara’s hands grabbed at Maki’s hair, pulling the girl deeper. Against her better judgment, she looked down between her legs and the sight of her alone almost sent her over the edge.

Maki’s fingers replaced her tongue as she moved to occupy her mouth with Nobara’s clit. Alternating between licking and sucking, she knew just how she was going to make her lose this game.

“Fuck…Maki…keep going…almost…”

“If I make you come right now, you have to promise me you’re not going to stay quiet.”

“I promise! Fuck, I promise, just make me come, please, please, please…”

“You’re so hot when you’re desperate…get ready.” Her tongue circled the sensitive bud while she used one hand to pump two fingers in and out of her. Right when she felt her begin to contract, she slid another finger into Nobara’s ass.

“Fuck!! Makiiiiiiiii!!” She screamed. That was it. There was no way in hell the men in the other tent didn’t hear her.

Maki crawled back up her body and lay next to her, running her hands through the other girl’s ginger-brown hair as she took a moment to catch her breath. It was the perfect opportunity for Nobara to serve up some payback. Grabbing both of her wrists, she swapped positions with her and pinned her to the ground.

“I wonder how the guys will react hearing you?” she said with hunger in her eyes. “If I’m going to have to face them tomorrow, you’re going to as well. Ready to moan like a little bitch?”

“I’d like to see you try it, Kugisaki,” Maki challenged.

Keeping both of her wrists restrained with one hand, Nobara shifted her hips back and forth against hers.

“Mmmm…that’s nice,” Maki quietly moaned. “Gonna have to do better than that, though.”

Nobara’s unoccupied hand moved to her breast, pinching and pulling on her nipple before bringing her mouth to the other and mimicking the movements with her tongue. Maki let out small whimpers of pleasure but refused to budge further. The other girl’s hand roamed between them, her fingers dipping into her opening to gather her arousal. Her hips jolted upward in a silent effort to get her girlfriend to quicken her movements.

“Be patient,” Nobara chastised before placing a kiss on her lips and sliding into her. The first finger gently probed, allowing her to adjust before she added a second. Maki’s groan reverberated against her mouth as her movements rocked her body. Coaxed on by the restrained noises of her lover, she increased her pace as she hit the spot she had learned would make her come undone.

The older girl threw her head back, her mouth agape and eyes screwed shut as she felt her orgasm build. Right as she was about to cross the finish line, Nobara stopped.

“N-nobara…don’t be such a fucking tease…come on…I’m almost…” Maki whined.

Still inside her, she tormented, “You know what you need to do if you want me to continue.”

“Baby, please,” she gasped.

“Not so tough now, are you? Will you be a sweet girl for me and let me hear you moan?” Pleasure slowly began to course through her once more as Nobara started to move again.

“Come on…I know you can be loud for me. That’s all I need. Give it to me, and I’ll let you have what you want.”

Nobara had won this round. Maki needed release.

“O-okay…okay…fuck…please…ohhhhh fuckkkkk!” The pressure of her girlfriend’s fingers against her clit returned, and she shouted out as she rode the wave of her climax. Now that her wrists were freed, she grabbed Nobara and pulled her close for a kiss.

“Man, you play dirty.”

“I know you like it.”

Maki laughed. “Clearly. Alright, let’s get some sleep. I need to prepare myself to face those morons tomorrow morning.”

“They’re probably less surprised hearing me than you.”

“Well, you’re my only weakness,” she said as she snuggled in closer to share body heat. “I’m not ashamed of that. They can tease me all they want, but I’ll never deny how good you make me feel.”

Nobara eased back into her arms. “Ok, Ms. Sentimental. Don’t worry. I’ll beat Yuji’s ass for the both of us if he wants to start something.” With contented smiles and restless hearts, the two fell asleep to the forest lullaby of crickets, warmed by the love they shared.

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

fave speak now lyrics?

I was a flight risk with a fear of falling

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

I hear the preacher say, "Speak now or forever hold your peace," / There's the silence, there's my last chance, I stand up with shaky hands, all eyes on me / Horrified looks from everyone in the room but I'm only looking at you

And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand / And I'll look back and regret how I ignored when they said, "Run as fast as you can"

You are an expert at "Sorry" and keepin' lines blurry / Never impressed by me acing your tests

And I can see you years from now in a bar talking over a football game / With that same big loud opinion, but nobody's listening

Oh, a simple complication / Miscommunications lead to fallout / So many things that I wish you knew / So many walls up I can't break through

I've never heard silence quite this loud

The battle's in your hands now but I would lay my armor down if you said you'd rather love than fight

So here I am in my new apartment in a big city, they just dropped me off / It's so much colder than I thought it would be so I tuck myself in and turn my nightlight on

Please, don't be in love with someone else / Please, don't have somebody waiting on you

But now I'll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes / All that I know is I don't know how to be somethin' you miss

Your name forever the name on my lips

So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep / And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe

You can plan for a change in the weather and time but I never planned on you changing your mind

It was the end of a decade but the start of an age

And I could see you being my addiction, you can see me as a secret mission

‘Cause you got her on your arm and me in the wings

Down the block, there's an antique shop and something in my head said, "Stop," so I walked in

In a crowded room a few short years ago and sometimes there's no proof, you just know

[nimnia]

👀 ⁉️

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Pairing: NewJeans Hanni x 6th member fem reader

(reader’s a year older than bbangsaz ; established relationship?! or complicated even??? ; hanni’s keepin’ everything on the lowlow ; husseyz caught in the middle?? lmao 😬 ; HYBE coming for NJ 🙄 ; dating scandal?!? ; mere or even brief mention of enha’s Jake)

I dunno how or why and what even 😁 t’was just an idea swimming in my head cause I like my ANGST 😁 like for real— anyway.. THIS IS — UNFINISHED ; CLIFFHANGER or WHATEVER

—

A week ago...

Minji came in storming to Y/N’s bedroom as she llightly shakes the latter awake. Firmly holding her mobile phone in her hand with an article open from DISPATCH.

[ ★ BREAKING ] ENHYPEN’S JAKE AND NEWJEANS HANNI RUMORED TO BE “DATING”

“Unnie... Wake up.” This time t’was Danielle who followed Minji into the older’s bedroom. Trying to help to wake the other Kim up. Minji’s brows were clearly furrowed as she tried to analyze or even scrutinize up to the smallest detail the photos DISPATCH posted attached to the said article. “I don’t understand. This is really sketchy.” Minji hummed as she looked up for a brief moment, still with furrowed brows before returning her attention to her phone. Dani, who was pacing back and forth spared Minji a quick glance then said “What is it, unnie?”

“I remember this picture. Cause I vividly remember that white hoodie Hanni was wearing.” Minji started off in which Danielle nodded. “Remember that late night convenience store run we did?” Minji said. “That one when Hyeinnie was craving for something?” Dani replied in which Minji answered with a simple nod. “Yes! That one. Where I even joked that Y/N unnie and Hanni were matching. This photo was taken from that night. I am sure of it!” Minji said as she showed Danielle her phone. Eventhough the photo was somewhat blurry and pixelated due to the shot when it was taken. “Y/N unnie drove that night too, remember? Hanni even said she was arguing with you who gets to sit shotgun.” Danielle muttered.

Y/N groaned as she sleepily sat on her bed. With eyes blinking. “Morning!” she said mid yawn. “Thank God you’re awake, bro! Have you seen the news?” Minji asked as she sat on the edge of Y/N’s bed. Y/N just shot Minji with a confused look before the younger handed her mobile phone over. Y/N squinted before her eyes widen in shock as she read the article. Her brows furrowing and teeth clenching after. But even before she could react, Haerin walked in her bedroom with her eyes blinking. “There you are! Hanni unnie just left. I was just about to ask— do we have an unannounced schedule today?” the second to the youngest confusedly asked as the three looked at each other with concerned eyes.

TBC?!? 😬

HMMM??? 🧐🧐🧐

SPOILER???

[delafiseaseses]

What are your thoughts on Samuel Cooke?

Ooo this is a good question. Samuel Cooke's an interestin' bloke.

As we all know, Cooke is very anti-NCR, its even how he ended up in prison. As Cooke describes it 'I was blowing up supply caravans along the 15 freeway. The NCR got wise to my ambush spots, picked me up and threw me in a cage.' (this makes the fact the geniuses in the NCR Prison system put him in proximity to dynamite ridiculous in a way that proves 'ow incompitent the NCR am).

And Cooke is 100% correct in this statement which serves as his motivation:

"Their "republic" is a joke. They're a bunch of tyrants led by an even greater tyrant, that idiot Kimball. They think they have the right to annex every inch of dirt in the West and force their system on every man, woman, and child."

His revolution at the NCRCF, unfortunately, certainly hasn't helped the people of the Mojave: The Primm Escaped Convicts, the Deathclaws infesting the Quarry, the NCRCF Powder Gang which is just a Raider Gang.

Now, I'm not gonna blame Samuel for this, I don't know which parta the Gangers raided the Quarry, I know Cooke probably did some raiding to survive until he found Vault 19, but most of the shit that's happened is other men's faults, not Cooke's.

In fact, Cooke himself seems overall scornful of Raiders as he describes the Fiends as "Like raiders, but worse - these guys are messed up on every damn chem there is. You can spot them by the horned skulls they wear as hats." and prior to his conviction he presumably was only attackin' NCR Military Supply Caravans.

No credit will be given to Cooke in the default Vault 19 ending, the direction he's heading if y'don't interact wi' Vault 19 "Armed with a wide array of improvised explosives and stolen weapons, the Vault 19 Powder Gang tormented the Mojave Wasteland for years. Citizens of the NCR were favorite targets, and they always suffered the worst fates" in that case he ends up just as much a Raider as Eddie, and the specification that they go after Citizens of the NCR and give them 'the worst fates' that's fucked up. Cooke knows not everyone in the NCR Lands is a willing citizen, but I guess the strain of keepin' the gang t'gether and fed made him lose that awareness in that timeline.

Cooke is needed for the gang to stay together too as the 'Cooke Dead' ending says "With Cooke dead, the Powder Gangers at Vault 19 fell apart. Those who weren't destroyed by the Courier fled into the hills or attempted to work their way back through the Mojave Wasteland. Few survived." so without him it all ends badly for those loyal to him.

The Lem Surrender endin' of Vault 19 isn't particularly relevant, as the guys turn 'emselves in, probably will never be released from prison an' Cooke leaves, never to be heard from again (probably runs out of luck an' dies to a Deathclaw or somethin').

Then we have the Khans endin' for Vault 19, where they join wi' the Khans. Its a sensible tactic, though it doesn't change no matter what else y'do with the Khans (also Lem can be convinced t' do it too, but that's also not important).

Cooke's logic is simple an' understandable "There aren't enough of us here to make a real impact on the NCR, and the Khans probably hate the NCR more than we do. Strength in numbers, they say." this also provides an explanation f'why Cooke ends up just a Raider otherwise. He never thinks to ally himself with Mojave-based factions, but its possible he thinks that they wouldn't accept him and his men due to the Raiders that use the Powder Gang and Escaped Convict names.

So, in the end it says "After the majority of the Vault 19 Powder Gangers joined the Great Khans, the weaker members scattered throughout the Mojave Wasteland. Though a few managed to erase their pasts, most never survived the journey." deeply unfortunate for those weaker members. You could write an interestin' story from the perspective of someone in that situation, actually... hmm, maybe another time.

However, sadly, this means that Cooke's revolution, no matter what, never gets off the ground. The Prison Break actively hurt the Mojave and Cooke's legacy to most who know of him would likely be "Guy behind the NCRCF Outbreak" rather than "Anti-NCR Revolutionary". Samuel Cooke was right, but circumstances beyond him meant his revolution never made it.

Also, he killed Philip Lem for understandable reasons, but I'm not gonna let that slide. He could've let Lem leave like he leaves if y'side wi' Lem. Like "Didn't have a choice. He was confusing the men, and I need to control them or we're just a bunch of disorganized idiots." is not an excuse, Cooke.

[nine-of-diamonds]

this post is mildly late bc i was Busy yesterday but!! new CTHL installment :)) — this one's a 4+1 style oneshot of four times an aurecove citizen meets a mer, and one time a meris hollow citizen meets a land person!

you can maybe read it without context from chasing the horizon line but i highly highly suggest reading the that fic first since that's the order it's meant to be read in lol

preview under the cut!

1 (2009, 10 Years Pre-CTHL)

Sunlight glittered across the ocean's surface, the arhythmic crashing of waves providing a chorus to the creaking steps of two travelers along the docks. They were dressed similarly, both in simple retail work uniforms.

The gift shop was an easy, brisk walk ahead—nestled comfortably between two stores, one a dollar store and the other for selling antiques—but the men chose to take their morning trek slow. A good reminder to relish in the beauty of nature, Joe decided, though he knew Bdubs had other reasons, displayed openly as the other man affixed his eyes to the open water.

"Still keepin' an eye out for interesting fish?" Joe questioned.

"Of course," Bdubs replied, punctuating his statement with an animated wave. "If I take my eyes off it for one second I might miss something!"

"You've been saying the same thing for years now—doesn't it seem like the right time to, y'know, change tactics?"

"And risk not—no, I'm going to be patient." Bdubs crossed his arms. "Mama didn't raise no quitter."

"Did she raise someone who sticks with ideas that're not working?" Joe pressed, his lighthearted amusement coming through in an upward inflection. "Maybe if you don't, like, look so hard, luck will just find you."

"As if anyone's just that lucky," Bdubs scoffed, a disbelieving laugh behind it. He shook his head, a glance made to his watch—out of habit more than anything, Joe knew. His expression shifted, though, and he grumbled, "Oh, shoot."

"What is it?"

"I just—I forgot I said I'd help Tango with a thing today."

Joe shot him a curious look. "Can't that wait 'til later?"

With a shake of his head, his coworker insisted, "I need to sleep after work, so no." He plastered on a smile, adding, "But it won't take long! Bdubs perfect redstone never fails."

Joe wondered, knowing Tango, what kind of guinea pig situation his friend had signed himself up for. He'd need to ask about that later, certainly, but for now he just offered back a smile. "See ya at work then, Bdubs. Have fun."

In parting, Bdubs called out, "Yep!"

His company having scampered back toward the main residential area, Joe gave one last smiling pass over the horizon before—scratch that. Near the docks, a humanoid form blatantly stuck out from the water—a teenage boy, it looked like. He tilted his head curiously but didn't otherwise move, to Joe's surprise.

"Howdy there," said Joe.

Only silence answered him for a long moment before the boy forced out, "Um. Hi." 

[numba1ma]

Miss Janie, what's your makeup routine? You always look fabulous and I need to know how.

-🍓

You’re too kind! I bet you’re just as fabulous, doll!!

All I use are simple makeup products! For me, less is more! I like keepin my makeup routine real quick and easy since I never really had time to do a big routine back when the boys were little. Guess it stuck with me all these years!

[themarginalthinker]

Velleity

Star and Paul meet again after the pack has left Santa Carla. Some things change. Some things don't.

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Technically set in Flight Feather's timeline, but a scene we don't see.

She wears a silver knife on her hip.

Pretty scars dot her arms, in patterns he recognizes from astrology books, and the night sky above them. Constellations carved into her skin. Her hair wild and dark like a bramble patch about her face, framing crystal-clear eyes that watch his every move.

"Harris."

He's leaning against a railing on a hill, overlooking the town, smoking. Just a cigarette, nothing laced with anything that would round out the world. Just something to keep his mouth busy.

Marko is off, doing what he came here to do. Seeing his human mother. Paul didn't want to follow.

It's only been three years since they'd seen her. It feels like a lifetime, somehow.

He takes the cig from his mouth, and smiles, just a little.

"Thompson," he replies.

Star comes closer, and he can tell she's changed. Even without seeing how she moves like she never has before, he can tell, that little unnamable sense in the back of his own supernatural head knowing he's in the presence of one of their own.

Her footsteps are nigh-silent even on the patchy gravel of the lookout ground. She isn't wearing shoes, he notes. Bare feet. On her legs, just under her long, flowing skirt where it billows up with every step, he can see more scars - different star patterns.

"You cut your hair," she says, dark eyes roaming over all of him.

Star comes close, and stops. For a long moment, they look at each other, and its impossible to tell what's passing between them.

Were it any other vampire, Paul might think she was sizing him up. Wondering what foul little magics he was keeping under wraps only to pull out if the physical fight went bad, or how to best ask for a roll in the bushes. In those ways, he was glad their kind desired very straightforward things like that. It was easy. Simple.

But he knows her - even now, with three years of time between them making a stranger from the mold of a friend, he still knows her in that regard.

Enough to know he doesn't know.

Star reaches out, and plucks the cigarette from his fingers. She lifts it to her own lips. He lets her.

"You grew yours out," he replies, looking over the dark mane, that indeed was even longer than he remembered, now to her mid-back. There were braids and little glinting chains with tiny shells braided into sections of it.

She smiles.

"You're back in town, I see," she says conversationally.

Paul shrugs. "Not for long. Marko's visiting and I'm just keepin' him company."

She raises an eyebrow over an eye sharper than he'd ever had the fortune to see it before.

"Family," he says by way of explanation. He doesn't elaborate.

She takes another drag, and doesn't mask her surprise, but also doesn't comment further.

She hands him back the cigarette. He tastes something other than smoke on it, and he gets the feeling that if Marko were breathing it in, with his bane, he'd get burned lips.

Paul breaks eye contact first. Hers like two pools of pure night, like a sky with no stars, like all the deep places of the world that either had never seen sunlight, or knew a sun from a time before the world was the world. Something making him bow his head under her stare. Something new.

Something powerful.

"So, the old witch made her self a new one, huh?" He says, only a little dryly.

Star crosses her arms, and Paul sees she's still got the habit when defensive. "The Widow saw fit to take me in as her progeny, yes."

"So what does that make you, then?"

When Star smiles this time, it's with teeth that are knife sharp and absolutely lovely.

"It means, Paul, that she likes peace and quiet. And so do I. Mind your manners."

Something passes between them, and now Paul can recognize it.

Star now had power, and this was no longer their territory...but hers.

"Well, I'll make sure to say grace before tucking in, then," he says sweetly, clasping his hands together in a mockery of the gesture.

The cigarette is burned out. He flicks the butt away, to meld into the rest of the litter and detritus filling the potholes in the old pavement.

"...How's the kid?" He asks, at length.

Star is quiet. For a long time, she's quiet. Her eyes drift from him, out past the guardrail to the rest of the world. Out here, you couldn't hear the ocean, too far into the land, but with their senses they could still smell it. Paul finds that he's not sure it's the comfort it once was.

Star's shoulders slump.

"I don't know. I haven't seen him in a long time."

Paul watches her, her tight, unhappy expression.

"He's better off. I was always a terrible mother."

For just a moment, they're suddenly back in the cave. It's a bad night, when Star is having thoughts bleaker than grey clouds over choppy waters, no one wanting to come close, but he's at her side, trying to convince her that the stars are still shining out there if she'd just fly up to find them.

"You left him," Paul says, tonelessly.

Star glances at him, and then sets her arms over the railing. Looking out over the town.

"He's with my grandparents. Without me, there won't be any reason for screaming matches that he'll have to sit through, about things he doesn't understand and is too young to be hearing about."

"Without you, there won't be anyone," Paul says, before he can consider not doing so.

It seems he perhaps should have, in this case. Star's eyes turn to him again, now tight with anger.

"You don't know them. They're good people, better than me. He'll actually have a future with them!"

"Star, you're still his mother-"

"I didn't want to be!" she hisses, her eyes flashing in the light, hard and cold and aching.

Paul stands his ground against her. She glares at him, and then, all at once. She falters.

Her hand comes up to her face, a fist against her forehead. Like she can keep whatever is inside there, but it doesn't work. Paul knows her. It never did.

"I let him drown that night on the beach, Paul," Star says in barely a whisper. "I saw him in the water. I knew."

She brings her hand down, and looks at it. The fingers that are half-way to claws.

"And I didn't go get him."

There had always been...suspect. Paul had felt it, only distantly, only ever in the far back of Dwayne and David's minds, when Star had found them. When she'd seen what had become of her child. Paul never put much real thought behind such a notion.

But then, Paul never thought much.

Around them, the summer is just over its peak. Late August, before the days begin waning in a noticeable way. There's no one out this late at night - early in the morning. Even the town below is silent from here.

Paul thinks, that if this was a night for it, he could lay back as he does at the haven, and just spend the night watching the sky above turn on its axis.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls another cigarette. The flick of the lighter is like a gunshot in the night.

"You never claimed, for all your humanity, to be a good person."

"No...I didn't."

[kilowogcore]

The X from Outer Space

Let's talk about space, poozers! I love space. I'm from space! If humanity manages ta' not go extinct, humanity's future is in space. There ain't no doubt about that.

Good talk! Now lets talk about SpaceX.

Years ago little Elon Musk had a dream: To be a technocratic racist and antisemite obsessed with the letter X like his grandfather (seriously, look it up, the man left the Technocracy Movement cuz it wasn't racist an' capitalist enough fer him, that's how Mother Musk's family ended up in apartheid South Africa).

After little Elon failed his way into a fortune by not inventin' Paypal, he thought, "What if I sabotaged humanity's future ta' usher in a horrifyin' dystopia?" An' SpaceX was born.

SpaceX has exactly one claim to fame: It does a few things and only a few things. Since it only does a few things, it can do 'em repetitively an' cheaply.

See, every NASA mission is bespoke. Even reuseable craft, like the Space Shuttle, had to be adaptable enough for bespoke missions. Each mission is designed from nearly the ground up, an' that's very expensive.

SpaceX, on the other hand, decided ta' build a kinda assembly line ta' do one specific thing. The space station needs cargo? Let's build a cargo hauler that just does that over an' over. Cuz it's the same mission profile, everythin' can be streamlined an' cheaper.

Now, SpaceX clearly didn't come up with the idea of a reusable platform. That's a standard thing in manufacturin'. Ya may be askin', why didn't NASA do that? And the answer's simple. Cuz Congress didn't want NASA to do that. Congress wanted SpaceX to do that. Congress was so impressed with Elon Musk not creatin' Paypal and gettin' fired from CEO for incompetence twice that they went with his idea rather than the organization that had put us on the moon with a shoestring budget.

There were a zillion problems, but one was bigger than the others: SpaceX, like all Musk enterprises, was a complete failure and its rockets blew up. Well, that certainly makes it difficult to be the best at space!

But Elon Musk's buddies and cronies in Congress had a solution: Throw money at him. Rocket blows up? Throw more money. And more. And more. SpaceX would have been bankrupt in 2006 without a single success if Congress hadn't kept throwin' taxpayer money at it.

Why didn't they throw that money at NASA? Well if NASA had designed the assembly line launch platform, which they could have done much easier and cheaper, then the assembly line launch platform would have belonged to a public organization, and thus to the people, instead of belonging to literally the worst human being on the face of the earth.

That's it. That's the only reason. I defy you to find me any legitimate reason. And I'm not talking about Musk bribin' them, that's all part of him being the worst, I'm talkin' legitimate scientific reasons to fund an absolute failure of a company instead of NASA. There ain't none. Capitalism is just evil fer evil's sake sometimes.

Today, SpaceX puts multiple times more space junk into orbit than the entire rest of the world combined. In just six months last year there were over 25,000 near-misses where SpaceX junk almost collided with other spacecraft. Astronomers are havin' trouble seein' through all the junk. Space missions have become astronomically (pun intended) more dangerous.

SpaceX is also a bad partner. Thanks to the Trump-appointed former head a' NASA, the US space agency is dependent on SpaceX. That means the Artemis 2 mission is indefinitely delayed because, surprise surprise, the necessary SpaceX components don't work. SpaceX misses every deadline it sets, which has repercussions for NASA as well. So Musk's incompetence is keepin' us from space exploration.

Sometimes people say that Musk ain't really in charge, that the engineers are. That's a lie. Musk is in charge. Musk wanted Starlink, Musk got Starlink. Musk wanted to mislead Ukraine about Starlink, Musk got it. Musk wanted Starship, well, he ain't gotten Starship yet but he's more than willin' to keep throwin' our money at it until he does. It's all Musk.

There are some very good engineers at SpaceX. And they oughta be ashamed of what they're doin'.

Starship is currently past the phase where it's blowin' up all the time. They've landed one of the boosters successfully. It'll take far longer than Musk says (it always does), but they'll bludgeon their way to a solution eventually.

Provided, of course, we allow 'em to. Provided we keep givin' 'em our public money to fund their failure. Provided we keep supportin' an evil company that is harmin' and destroyin' our future in spaceflight and astronomy by cloggin' up Earth orbit.

If starship explosions don't happen naturally, storebought is fine.

Be safe, poozers, an' keep watchin' the stars.

[vacantgodling]

her person

wip: the chronicles of lathsbury (tcol) ; aftermath but before timeskip lol

character(s): saith praline (a knight of the royal lathsburian militia), daran “papa” isai (pub owner of the most famous pub in all of the capital), mentions of: piperlene lathsbury (originally piper fairwind & one of our mcs—lost daughter of the duke now reunited with her kin), keevan guerra (deceased; saith’s former superior/closest friend and piper’s first love), kiba lathsbury (piper’s elder brother and soon to be coronated king of terrae) & illiana aegos (kiba and piper’s step sister and another noble)

free time is a luxury that saith doesn’t often get, so he decides to spend some time down at his favorite pub to unwind with the friendly, wise bartender, papa. they discuss the upcoming coronation, which leads the conversation into territory that reopens old scars.

wish i could give y’all more context but there’s so much that’s happening & i know i haven’t really said a lick about this wip so WHOOPS. just know tcol is my huge worldbuilding fantasy extravaganza and i hope you enjoy this random snip cuz i barely write for this story (too busy daydreaming and worldbuilding/timeline planning lol)

Midday wasn’t the average time to go to a bar, but Papa’s was open nearly 24 hours without question. It was the perfect place to escape the creeping summer heat in the few hours Saith would have on break before he reconvened with his troop in the square. Despite its popularity at night, Papa’s pub was like a mirage; you could only see it when it wanted to be seen, or if you knew the route well enough for the illusion to be broken. Saith had been to this pub more times than he could count— the way etched into the soles of his shoes the same way magic was etched into his telus sword.

He paused before the establishment, briefly, before pushing open the heavy door with a wide spread palm.

“Saith!” Papa’s mighty arm gesticulated back and forth, welcoming him into the pub. With a shy little laugh, the knight ambled in, letting the loose hinged door swing shut behind him. It drew closed with a resounding slam, loud enough to make him jump.

Papa, as it was, only laughed.

“Never mind that ol’ creaky thing! Been meanin’ ta get ‘er looked at for a fortnight.”

“Made no less sturdy by your hundreds of visitors every night, I’m sure.” Papa laughed again, deep from his gut. “Pick your poison, kiddo.”

“Just beer— you know me, I’m plain.” Papa turned to easily draw down the bottle he knew was Saith’s favorite, filling up a shiny brown mug with the amber liquid.

The pub was empty, as it should be midday. Only himself and Papa to keep its old walls company. As Saith contemplated his glass, Papa finally spoke up.

“It’s been awhile since ya been up here? Piperlene keepin’ ya busy?”

“Keeping the whole capital busy, honestly.” Saith cupped his hands around his glass, drumming his fingers aimlessly against the handle. With Lord Kiba’s coronation approaching, Piperlene’s true lack of experience in noble matters was shining through, clear as a whistle. Never mind her gripes about formal wear— her dining etiquette was all wrong, her speech and pleasantries left heaps and bounds to be desired, and she refused to leave her sword alone for even a minute— even just for a simple luncheon! Between himself, Lord Kiba, and Lady Illiana, the three of them had quite a task on their hands. He rolled his eyes fondly thinking of it, finally shaking his head.

“I can’t tell who’s more excited for coronation to be over: Lord Kiba or La—Piperlene.” Papa laughed at his near slip up. Even if she wasn’t here to enforce her “no formalities” rule, he couldn’t undo years of ingrained habits with the snap of his fingers, no easier could she pick up ones wholly unfamiliar to her.

“I can bet ya it’s the lil’ missy. Heard her complaining about it aaaallll night a few weeks ago, last time I saw her. Can’t imagine it’s any better now.”

“I’m afraid I must inform you her complaining has only gotten worse.” Saith said gravely. The two men exchanged a look, then devolved into laughter. Saith let his laugh taper off into a chuckle before he continued.

“It’s endearing to see her vehemently refuse to give up though.”

“Endearin’ huh?” Papa asked, a knowing lilt in his voice. Saith ducked his head, expecting it. “Endearing.” He settled on evenly, shrugging, then brought the mug to his lips to take a sip. He sighed happily when the rich flavor hit his lips. “Damn! You always have the best brews Papa!” Papa continued to bustle around the bar, making sure everything was in order. Over his shoulder he said:

“Ya ain’t answer my question, kiddo.”

“You didn’t ask anything.” He avoided Papa’s gaze, but he could feel the older man’s stare. “You really want me to ask ya out loud?”

“I—“ Saith hesitated, then took another sip. He sighed loudly through his nose.

“Piperlene will never see me that way.” Papa shook his head. “You’re killin’ somethin’ good before it even had chance to begin.”

“No, I…” Saith sighed again. He pitched forward, pushing his beer further towards the inner counter and laid his head down on the cool wood of the bar. He closed his eyes.

“She doesn’t want to.”

“Sir Guerra has already passed on.” Papa’s voice was gentle, but quizzical, and Saith felt his eyes watering. “I know.” He swallowed thickly. “I know he has. But he was Piperlene’s person. … She doesn’t want to experience that kind of heartbreak again. She told me,” He felt a tear drop thinking of his late commander and let it fall, dropping down onto the counter. He breathed out through his nose. “She told me that was the only person she’d ever love like that. She loves her friends, she loves her family, but…” Saith shrugged. “Keevan was her person, Papa.” He finished lamely.