#my manager is gonna be talking to the general manager about it bc it’s affecting sales and also how much we’re getting in tips

[teabookgremlin]

i’ve started thinking of my shifts as did i win or did [company name redacted] win and today. today [company name redacted] won

[karoochui]

I just wanted to say I am so enamoured with Binary Insurgence! I eat up everything, every little crumb, you drop about it and the entire idea is so interesting to me! I'm so in love with stories and worlds like this! I'm also curious to know about the relationship between Sun and Moon, if it's alright to ask. How was it before the fire compared to after? Does their relationship begin to mend (because I'm certain over the years it deteriorated) when y/n comes back into the picture? If any of this is too spoilery or you just haven't fleshed it out yet then you don't have to answer! I'm just super curious about the boys and how you see their dynamic/relationship. I just look forward to seeing how their bond has grown and/or broken and how it may be mended over time.

AHH im glad you like it so much!! Im happy to talk about what i've got, but you are right not everything is fully fleshed out. I have points i wanna get to but while im brainstorming and planning i make up a lot of stuff as i go and then go over it again later to see if i like it or can connect stuff in any way. I have 3 chapters for Arc 1 fully summarized as of now! (Which probably doesn't seem like a lot but i like my chapters long, so it's quite a bit actually).

I wanna say, too, that i'm planning for the first story to be more in the perspective of the reader, so most things about Sun and Moon's personal thoughts and feelings are gonna be more implied than said. I might have some switching points of view, i'm not sure, but i haven't found a place i'd do it or think it's relevant. The sequel is gonna be more from their perspective since it'll mostly be about them.

NOW! I see Sun and Moon as brothers, so they really treat each other in a way that's like that. Before the fire they get along pretty well. Most instances of issue would be when Moon blocks out Sun when he fronts, or just mutual panic over the fact Moon lost his shit w/ the virus. They'll have their disagreements about things (i havent planned specifics yet) but generally they're chill. Sun just worries about Moon hurting people, but Moon worries too. With the way the virus functions in this AU it's hard for Sun to fully fault Moon for what he does, especially because he's also affected by it but not nearly as bad. (I'm gonna explain this more in another ask i have).

Plus, even before the virus they were always glitch/bug-ridden because technicians fucked up their programming continuously after removing them from the theater to work in the daycare. So they had to kinda navigate through that together, glitches and errors on both ends (though not deadly). They hate P&S bc of this, obviously. Hardware fixes suck but they fucking HATE software examinations.

Later on though some issues come into play whenever Sun starts getting worse by being further exposed to the virus (it gets worse for him when they eclipse) because it presents itself in Sun differently than it does Moon. He gets snappier and angrier at times (that comic i made that's captioned "well someones snappy") and while they both understand he doesnt mean the shit he does it's still not great. And nobody's gonna just let themselves be talked to like a dog even if the reason it's happening is because of something the other person can't really help. They're still relatively fine at this point, though.

It's at the end when shit goes really bad, because this part of the story does end badly. I won't spoil specifics but after the fire Sun loses his shit. He starts trying to put the blame on Moon for everything (the virus enhancing his already bad habits/fucking with his line of thinking) out of grief and anger. That carries over into the apocalypse and he just gets worse in general. He gets irrational.

It's a long period of time though, so he eventually also manages it, in his own way. But! I did say before in an ask that in the sequel he's "not evil, persay, but he's a fucking nut". He damns Moon to an hourglass to just fucking get rid of him about 100~ years before they meet you again (he fully thinks he's in the right for this (and he also just hates him) and the only reason he really even stayed around after that was to make sure Moon didn't get out again). He's not a bad-intentioned individual, but he's off the fucking wall at many times bc of the virus having made him worse. He's stubborn as all hell to an infuriating degree, he's irrational, hard-headed, reckless, and while a good bit of his old, kinder self is still pretty prevalent he can be downright fucking mean if provoked. Again, worse than before, and it doesn't take much these days! I always imagined him to have more dramatic, snappy, diva aspects to his personality (even before Help Wanted 2 came out) bc hes so theatrical and intense, so basically take a Sun that's like that, crank it up to 100 and put him in a Bad Situation. That's what Round 2 Sun is like at his worst. He's not a complete lost cause though, and he's far from dumb when he does stuff, just clouded by his own judgement. He doesn't think anything's wrong with him (or does he?).

Moon doesn't really hate him like Sun hates Moon, because although he knows that what happened (the ending of the first story) is technically both of their faults he just feels guilt. They do fight a lot, though. Most of it is Moon trying his best to tell Sun that he's basically full of shit and not seeing things right after Sun starts something, but Sun's at the point where he's gotta learn by consequence. Part of the reason he's so bad is bc 1: hes been infected by the virus for so long now and 2: in his grief, anger, and resentment he's learned to live with it rather than fighting it.

But the sequel is gonna be a feel-good story! Falling in love w/ the reader all over again, i want things to get cleared up - or at least some kind of middle ground between Sun and Moon - the whole sha-bang.

[alaynestone]

You don’t have to post this if you don’t want. I just wanted to say I was one of those curious, openminded fans willing to entertain the idea of samjohn (mostly bc deanjohn feels so congruent with canon + there’s so much interesting meta on it that managed to convert me + incestuous households usually affect all of it’s members) but just like you said I was immediately put off by the blatant character assassination that pervades everything from fics to edits to the propaganda in that incest poll lmao.

I guess that’s the major difference - deanjohn requires little to no stretching of imagination bc it already fits seamlessly into canon, whereas samjohn almost demands ooc shenanigans to work.

I also just found the way fans talk about it nauseating for some reason, though that’s likely more of a reflection of my own personal triggers. I love digesting incest narratives, but the fetishistic angle of that blog really makes my stomach turn. That’s not a moral judgement on anyone else’s enjoyment btw! Just another reason why this ship didn’t resonate with me.

thank you for sending me this. it's clear that a lot of people feel the same way.

when i first joined fandom, the few j/s fics were straightforward evil!john non-con. not my thing, but i understood why it was written that way. then came the inexplicably popular fandom creation of "sexkitten sam" which continues to pollute the entire sam/dean fandom and of course extends to other ships too. i'm not even gonna get started on why that's "problematic" because that's not the point, it's not remotely in character. even as an exaggeration sam is not the kind of person to attempt to find agency in outward submission or objectification. he's very vocally not compromising his identity to please his family and especially john. dean is more like that so when you have sam acting like a fetishized pinterest aesthetic moodboard version of dean and dean acting like an old man from wattpad i'm understandably left squinting at the screen. then it's genderswapping sam and using that as a personality eraser because women are automatically submissive and naive and trad?

who is being converted by all this when it has nothing to do with sam, john or even dean? where is dean in all this actually? a core aspect of their family is that dean is closest to both sam and john who rarely had much opportunity to bond without him. there was a distance between sam and john throughout sam's childhood and adolescence. most of his parental needs were being fulfilled by dean even if that was never enough. their situation with their father wasn't the average one where they were simply 2 kids fighting for his attention.

for the most part j/s appears to be about "envying" dean's position in the family. it's about diminishing or straight up erasing dean and more notably about feminizing sam. either directly or otherwise. people generally seem to have big issues with the fact that sam is a man and confidently so. most of the annoying tropes in wincest fandom have this at their core. and of course in order for sam to be "the woman" dean needs to genuinely and authentically be the most stereotypical of cishet men. it's very transparent because right from the start the show poked holes at dean's performance of masculinity. it was very much the point. dean's gender issues could fill a book yet any alternative interpretation of sam and gender seeks to cast dean as the oppressive bigot who would never get it? stopping here before i get off topic but to make myself clear: in theory i respect headcanons i don't understand, but not when they spitefully exist to deny dean's depth in every possible way.

to return to my point about dean's pseudo spouse and mother position being enviable, it misses the point of how harmful john's parenting was to both of them. it's no coincidence that they both view themselves as the unfavorite. dean believes he's taken for granted, only valued for what he can give, how well he can perform his roles, how successfully he could play at being an adult even before he hit double digits. dean can't just exist and be himself while sam is uncompromisingly himself. because of that he believes john doesn't like him, never liked him, rejected him, didn't have time for him, didn't trust him enough with the family secrets, even when those secrets directly concerned him. as of season 1 he still has contempt for dean for what he views as unquestioning obedience to john and letting himself be molded by john. dean had to fight for every scrap of approval and affection and sam refused to do the same if it meant sacrificing his own needs and identity. not everyone reacts to abuse the same way and both characters are very much shaped by their different reactions to their environment. and any j/s shipper argument that is built on the idea that sam was the one john loved more is not only gleefully mocking dean's parentification but ignoring that sam being comparatively sheltered and treated like a son is yet another reason why john would not cross such a line with him. dean "gets it", dean lost mary too, dean is his partner and his confidant, dean can handle adult responsibilities, dean is loving and supportive, dean isn't making him confront his parenting failures, dean can't say no to him. like you said, it doesn't at all stretch the imagination to make j/d fit into dean's backstory. "you are not a child" - "i never was".

as i have been saying, any remotely ic exploration of j/s would have to follow both j/d and s/d. i can't believe in a universe where j/s is the only incest that happens in the family. i think a theoretical plausible j/s fic would have to not only accept but embrace its adjacency to the 2 ships that are compliant with the canon. but whether sam knows for a fact about j/d or not, there's no way he isn't severely impacted by the proximity to that relationship in a number of ways and that's a very compelling dynamic in its own right.

tldr i agree with you anon. people can read and write whatever they want but there's a big difference between incest subtext that is believable and just saying things in a way that's meant to provoke.

[boabelboo]

bel please tell us about your capitol oc (i need the inspiration)

AAA AN OC ASK??? THANK U SM LILY ML <33

okok before anyone reads, TW for suicide attempt and just death in general, this is thg.

so this oc is sadly not a tbosas mentor bc he wasn't born at that time but i can say he is distantly related to dennis fling.

to start off, his name is vestis sylver and at the time of the 47th games (when he first becomes an escort) he is 22 years old.

he grew up in a typical privileged capitol household, his family had that ingrained prejudice to the districts, they werent as outspoken as other families though. he grew up not watching the games out of disinterest and kind of turned a blind eye to whatever happened in the districts because it didnt affect him.

this changes completely when his best friend (who he totally didn't have a crush on) from the capitol who was banished to district nine because of speaking out against the capitol, settled down and had kids and then one of the kids got reaped and died in the games.

that inspires him to become an escort for d9 specifically but oh boy did he make a mistake. first off, the mentor that he works with died the year before due to unforseen circumstances (she was killed by the capitol for silent rebellion, rip anona ryan, you'll be missed). he (at first) manages to help get back-to-back winners with ceres miller and angus flaxon (i changed the dates they won to fit this hc.... if u saw the og post with different dates..... ignore that 😭) but even with this newfound motive and a goal to help d9 win the games (not abolish the games overall) it completely backfires. his glamorised capitol background and privilege makes him blind to how difficult it actually is in the districts, even if he thinks he wants to help.

most of the tributes are unresponsive to him and he starts to realise "helping" the districts is much harder than he thinks. over and over again he tries to get through to the tributes (and the mentors... mainly ceres bc she is just done w him atp) but it never works, and they die over and over and over again. his work for the games strains him and all of his relationships get more and more difficult. he sees himself changing from someone who only cared about the districts because of a capitol friend into someone who really wants change, who sees himself in these kids and starts to realise that all district kids are the same as capitol kids, they just don't have the right opportunities.

he gets older and older and sees more and more that he needs to fight for these people. he realises that the games don't need to be "won", they need to be abolished. at one point (around the 65th games) the male tribute for district nine commits suicide before the games which causes a huge scandal, and it makes vestis realise that being an escort isn't going to help the kids, and starts to be subtly rebellious by spending more and more time in d9 when he should be in the capitol.

during the 68th games, where my oc thea wins, plutarch heavensbee is thea's sponsor and vestis and him get to talking. he ends up being in with the rebel plan, but makes the difficult decision not to tell the mentors of d9, who are already extremely depressed and he doesn't want to burden them with the information. (he later comes to realise this was the WRONG decision.... i wonder why.)

anyway that's as far as ive gotten into his story, im probably gonna continue his influence to the third quarter quell. hope u enjoyed this incoherent rant and hope it gives u some inspo 😭.

[literarywhoard]

suegiku hcs

hiiii everyone !! it's time for the first headcanons post for this account <3 starting off with my favorite "popular" ship, bc honestly these two give me little heart bubbles over my head ajsndnfhjskse. i do have some rarepair ideas in mind as well, depending on how these posts perform, i might do those too - but expect a ton of suegiku gushing from me in general, actually.

rambling aside!! hcs under the cut <3 where my suegiku girlies (/gender neutral) at i hope yall have clear skin and good grades i LOV u. these are long because i think a lotsies

their relationship begins bc tecchou, quite honestly, can NOT shut up about how pretty jouno is and how jouno is "out of his league"

tachihara was like. aight. i'm gonna be cupid

(teruko didn't believe in the cause)

tachihara explained to tecchou if it isn't raining yet, he shouldn't open his umbrella; (if jouno hasn't said no, why are you acting like he already did?)

little did the both of them know, jouno overheard basically all of this and pretended to be oblivious to their faces.

he was quite flattered, at least, and figured he could do worse.

the day after new year's day (january 2), however, jouno was starting to get bored of the whispering and waltzed right in on them.

tachihara made like a tree... (yknow? "make like a tree and leave"?)

"you've been hoping for a while." "...yes." "then say it, tecchou." "say what?" "ask your question." "will you go out with me, even if just one time?" "oh, shut up. the last part wasn't necessary."

tachihara was pretty proud of himself. jouno had to be talked out of strangling him. yay, tachihara managed to get away with just a bonk on the head! woohoo!!

tecchou loves jouno, for all his sass and being high maintenance and being so difficult. but, that's tecchou's spoiled brat!

as soon as tecchou hears about the "golden retriever x black cat" trope it has him in a chokehold. he calls jouno his fluffy black kitten.

especially since cuddles and smooches make jouno calm down but still pout.

(jouno can't beat the anti-tecchou OR the kitten allegations.)

adorably, jouno also adopts this trope and says through gritted teeth that tecchou really is a golden retriever.

he took a long time (like a month) to admit it, but he loves tecchou too.

jouno especially loves when tecchou showers him with "you're so pretty/smart/gorgeous/cute/etc."

he is a massive diva about it!

affection? eww. kisses? disgusting. cuddles? nasty. who told you to stop???

they are both very happy, and now tachihara is stuck third wheeling. the end :)

[peccaberry]

If Akari and Volo were left alone for a day, would they be able to get along? What kind of shenanigans would they get up to if left unsupervised?

(Gonna interpret this in ACD context because I'm me and what else could you expect 😂)

Okay SO this is gonna be fun to talk about because it deals with a pair in ACD that does not get a ton of time to develop a solid relationship but are relevant to each other through their proximity to Rei.

Akari knew Volo in passing the same way most people in a small village would know a local merchant but wasn't particularly close to him before everything with the space-time rifts went down. She was close with Rei who seemed to be close to Volo (or at least slightly obsessed with him for some reason) but they didn't hang out all together.

When Volo betrayed Rei she was the one (along with Rei's Pokemon) to help pull him back together and kept the heartbreak from consuming him. At first she was pissed at Volo for doing that to Rei but over the years she more or less just forgot about him as Rei also started letting it go. None of it was personal to her besides how Rei felt about it so when he was good, she was good.

In what's been written so far I feel like Akari is worried about Volo being back and how that's affecting Rei but she also doesn't want to try and tell Rei what he should feel and do about things. She trusts his judgement and If Rei says they're helping Volo after the attack then they're helping Volo. She does feel horrified about what happened to him and if Rei is willing to be more forgiving than vengeful then she'll follow his lead.

She is pretty kind to Volo after his emergency amputation which I don't think Volo really expected. I wouldn't say she trusts him or anything as much as she's just trying to help him cope with trauma but Volo definitely will remember how well she treated him moving forward.

She could have not taken him seriously or spent time yelling him for what he did, but she just sits with him and tries to help him process everything that happened to him because she's genuinely a caring person and knew it was the most helpful thing to do. The good Rei saw in her would also be the good Volo would come to admire in her just as quickly.

Let's assume there's a situation where everything in ACD has calmed down nicely and everyone is happy in the most ideal possible outcome. Volo and Akari are able to have a relationship to each other free of any lingering strife and we get to watch them interact just as they naturally are.

Volo would be inclined to be on his best behavior towards Akari because he would remember that she treated him with respect and dignity at his lowest point when she had many good reasons not to. My Akari is also not a hard person to get along with in general. She's pretty chill and not anywhere near as explosive as Rei (which is why she's a mostly good influence on him even if she doesn't always stop his shenanigans) so I don't think Volo would manage to get on her nerves too much.

Akari is also used to Rei saying a bunch of shit she doesn't understand in a very impassioned tone while she nods and goes "uh-huh" so when you think about it she's predisposed to listen to Volo info dump endlessly about whatever. She'd probably pull up her sketchbook and draw while he tells her about whatever the fuck for a few hours and they'd both be pretty happy.

On the other side of that, Volo doesn't really know a lot about art stuff but he'd enjoy watching Akari draw while he talks and find the process really interesting. They'd entertain each other for a few hours like that easily. She might even give him a few lessons and he'd ask her a bunch of questions and she'd have to keep telling him to just keep doing the thing man idk it's art. You keep failing until something looks okay. (This drives Volo crazy bc he does not like to fail)

I also promise you they talk about Rei a lot because these two nerds share a partner and there's no way he doesn't come up. Akari doesn't understand homosexuality very well at all and Volo doesn't understand being aromantic or asexual very well so they also probably try to use the differing ways they feel about him as a way to better understand the other.

I don't think jealousy would really much of an issue there as long as they were dedicated to being honest with each other about how they feel and I feel like they would want to for Rei's sake. Making things work makes him happy and that's all they really want.

As for actual shenanigans I think they could be absolutely chaotic as a duo if they wanted to be, but they'd have to have a cause to rally behind. Akari isn't really up for causing problems unless she feels it's justified but I also think Volo being who he is could find all sorts of justifications to cause problems.

But that would have to be a story for another time because I got enough story on my hands as it is!

God I typed a lot for this. Thanks for asking, it was fun!

[femmesandhoney]

If it's not too intrusive can I ask how you deal w your pmdd ?

I dont have it but my PMS is fucking brutal I was depressed fucking felt like paralyzed in bed due to anxiety, didnt go to classes,then like a few days later i got my period and then everything made sense.

But i just cant like lose a week of my life like this every month. How do you deal with it?

i went on birth control for it but got off of it after a year bc i decided i disliked the effects of birth control, but that did help my symptoms tons and i wouldn't lie to anyone who wanted to go on it bc it did help me, i made a choice to get off of it unrelated to my pmdd.

managing symptoms can be difficult, often my first "response" is to recognize when my emotions are being affected by my pmdd. usually i can tell pretty quickly bc one day i'll walk up and everything makes me rage at the drop of a hat and then get very sad or agitated just as quick, my emotional regulation just being absolutely dogshit to concern anyone around me if they happen to be on the receiving end of my aggression or if they could jump inside my head and see how it was playing out. after so many years knowing i have pmdd, im able to recognize how a lot of that emotional instability isn't "me" and that im being affected by an "outside" force (oncoming period and hormones dropping). i usually do my best to stay mindful of my reactions then and try and do stuff that calms me down and gets my mind away from what had ruptured my emotional state. usually this occurs right in the morning when i get up, so its a fairly quick light bulb moment for me.

and im definitely used to like a shit ton of negative self talk that over the years ive gotten a better hand on, so when those real lows come around, im much better at talking myself out of those low states, but my pmdd doesn't manifest as strongly or too long with huge depressive states. usually, i just try to find other things to distract me when i feel that low, like chatting with friends, family, watching a movie, going on a walk, eating good food, no matter how small can help shift my mood to a more positive direction. when we're down, our brains are really good at thinking about other sad shit, bc our brain sucks like that, so getting ahead of that curve and trying to intentionally distract yourself with better things can generally help. but again, do not feel bad if that doesn't work for you, bc long depressive states aren't what i normally deal with and my advice is general here.

in terms of anxiety and similar emotions, i feel you deeply there. i manage that similar to how i manage any form of anxiety, which is just to do whatever it is that my anxiety thinks i cannot do, as thats the quickest way to rewrite that pathway in ur brain. it can seem very daunting, but it really does help and you can take baby steps all the while. and usually i end up feeling better after i go to whatever it was i was terrified to go to, which when we're feeling terrible af can sometimes make our day a bit better.

i would also say, sometimes i don't do anything during my pmdd time either bc it really does feel like shit even when ive tried combating it and being mindful of myself, some days really do just suck and i wanna lay in bed and hermit away. i don't think you should beat yourself up about that if some months that happens. its gonna happen again even after we have some successes, pmdd can be very unpredictable and sometimes our environment and our day to day lives just affect it even more and cause some months to be worse than others, and that doesn't mean you're lazy or not trying hard enough or anything like that.

[starscara]

THREE’S A CR0WD — heizou + kazuha

SYN0PS1S : note to self, don’t accept weed from the campus drug dealers, unless you’re up for the side affects.

C0NTA1NS : threesome, drug misuse, dirty talk, praise, dubcon, degrading, blowjobs, manhandling, creampies, bukkake, photo taking

A/N : repost bcs the first time it flopped … if you like this please like and/or reblog just to help me out because all of my kinktober posts so far are Flopping 😉 also please request for the request event!!

K1NKT0BER ‘22 — #WEEK0NE

When Heizou pushes a bag of weed into your palm, initially, you have no idea what to do with it. You could say you didn’t do drugs and successfully earn the disapproval of the school’s hottest dealers, or you could say something completely different.

“How much does this cost?”

Kazuha laughs. “Usually, it costs about a hundred.” He takes a hit of his own joint and passes it to Heizou. “But for you, it’s free of charge.”

You look down at the bag. “It’s his way of calling you pretty,” Heizou says, sliding his hand up your thigh and underneath your skirt. “Try it. You might like it.”

Spoiler alert: you did.

The drug had managed to make you feel lighter than a feather, and you liked it a lot. It heightened your senses, which meant that when Heizou’s hands slid around your waist and pulled you onto his lap, his touch was enough to set your skin on fire.

“Two hits and she’s already high,” he says, his tone practically mocking you. “Look at her Kazu-” he tilts your head towards Kazuha, “-the poor girl’s completely stoned.”

Kazuha’s laugh rings like bells in your ears. ”You’re right,” he says, scooting towards you on the couch. “So pretty,” he mumbles, slipping his hand around your neck before pulling you into a heated kiss. You moan softly as Heizou nips at your jaw, his tongue running over every love bite he scores into your skin.

You want the both of them so badly, but wouldn’t that make you a whore? You already turned up to their apartment dressed in the most revealing clothes you could find with your goal being to seduce them into fucking you silly, so technically, your goal had been achieved.

You just thought that it would be more than this.

Both Kazuha and Heizou were being ridiculously gentle with you, treating you like a porcelain doll when all you really wanted was to be destroyed. “More,” you whisper into Kazuha’s mouth, groaning when you feel Heizou’s fingers brush against your wet underwear.

“More?” he parrots, looking over at Kazuha expectantly. “Do you want us both at once?”

You nod eagerly, chewing down on your bottom lip. The buzzing in your head gets louder as Heizou sets you down gently on the couch, resting your head on Kazuha’s empty lap. You watch as he strokes his hard-on through his joggers, eyes widening as the bulge grows bigger underneath his palm.

“Are you gonna suck it for me, baby?” he asks quietly, stroking your hair. “You wanna make me feel good?” You lick your lips before making work of Kazuha’s waistband, pulling his joggers and boxers down simultaneously.

He was big; bigger than you had anticipated. You can feel Heizou watching you as you grip onto Kazuha, giving his tip kitten licks before taking it into your mouth. You look up at him innocently and he gulps, eyes fluttering shut as your tongue wraps around his shaft. “Good girl,” he breathes, Adam’s Apple bobbing as you continue to lick him up and down.

You almost choke on Kazuha when you feel Heizou’s tip poking at your dripping underwear. “Fuck, she’s so wet,” he says to nobody in particular, running his length along the soaked fabric. “Tell me how bad you want it.”

A muffled ’please’ can be heard on your end, but Heizou doesn’t take that as an answer. “Gonna need you to speak up, baby. How bad d’you want it?” He flips up your skirt and gives your ass a generous squeeze.

You lift your head off of Kazuha. “So bad!” you whine, and Heizou laughs.

“Dirty girl,” he says through clenched teeth before pushing your underwear aside and sheathing himself inside of you in one thrust that sends you flying face forward onto Kazuha’s lap. “This what you wanted, huh?”

Your groan is slurred as Heizou continues to fuck you roughly, his cock reaching the very depths of your velvety cunt. Kazuha places your hand back on his shaft, prompting you to keep pumping.

“Keep going, there’s a good girl,” Kazuha hums, stroking your hair gently. His actions were largely contrasted to Heizou, whose fingertips were dug into your hips so roughly that they were sure to leave bruises.

“So fuckin’ tight,” he growls through clenched teeth. “Once I’m done with her, you need to have a taste of this cunt, Kazuha.”

Without warning, Heizou climaxes inside of you, cursing quietly as he paints your insides white. The feeling of his warm release just about tips you over the edge too and you orgasm, muscles tensing as you grind out the waves of your sweet release.

“Having trouble over there?” Heizou’s quip is directed at Kazuha, who still hadn’t cum yet. “Looks like someone has ejaculation problems.”

Kazuha scowls. “You’re acting like you shared her fairly,” he says, seething. “The poor girl was too busy being drunk on you that she didn’t even think twice about me.” You gasp lightly when you feel his hands hook under your armpits, lifting you onto his lap.

“D’you still want more?” he whispers, just inches away from your lips. “I can make you feel good … even better than him.” He nods his head towards Heizou.

“Asshole,” Heizou hisses, bringing his cock up to your face and dragging the tip along your lips. You wrap your hand around the base and start pumping slowly, your mouth dropping open as you feel Kazuha begin to slide inside.

“Fuck,” you groan, immediately starting to bounce on Kazuha’s cock. He aids you, hands gripping onto your ass and manoeuvring you up and down. “S-so good, Kazu.”

“Yeah?” he whispers, hips stuttering upwards in time with your movements. “Tell

me how good it feels.”

“It’s so- fuck- so good!” Your voice is muffled by Heizou pushing himself into your mouth, hand pressed to the back of your head as he fucks your face loosely.

Everything about it felt good. You loved the way Kazuha held onto your ass, parting your cheeks and thrusting upwards into your drooling pussy. You loved the sight of Heizou’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he fucked your mouth, soon cumming on your tongue and fucking it deeper into your throat.

You loved how immediately after Kazuha came inside you they were moving you into a new position, making you lay on your back whilst Heizou rammed into your overflowing cunt. You loved the names they called you; baby, slut, doll, whore. You loved the way they objectified you, using you for their pleasure alone.

You loved it when both men forced you onto your knees and jerked off over your innocent face, lipstick smudged and mascara running down your face as your tongue rested on your bottom lip. You loved it when they covered your face with their cum and watched it dribble down your cheeks, and you loved it when Heizou took out his phone and snapped a picture.

“Good fucking girl,” Heizou says, collecting some cum on his thumb and shoving it into your mouth. “Took both of us so well, didn’t she Kazuha?”

“Yes,” he says simply, tucking himself back into his jeans. “You should come see us for weed more often.”

In your lust drunken haze you smile. In the future, weed won’t be the only thing you’ll be getting from those two.

© ST4RSC4R4’S K1NKT0BER — do not copy, repost or translate my works without permission.

[icharchivist]

icha!!!! just finished the have a great trip event. I’m not writing that event title out case sensitively but I think it is cute they capitalized the three As for A3! seeing mizuno made me… wow. i feel so much affection for this man for real. the way he runs as soon as tsuzuru is there… like the.

tsuzuru: “hmph. that guy…”

izumi: (oh, tsuzuru. you’re not fooling anyone with that smile of yours.)

me: weeping

I really liked a lot of the travel outfits!! like yuki, citron, homare… hisokas scarf is such a lovely shade of green for real. love that kazunari and yuki talk abt design etc! feels so nice to see the effects of sardine search. there we’re so many little cute interactions here. love that tasuku and tsumugi had more free time and were like “well. more theater time.” I’d seen the screenshot of itarus gamer knowledge coming in handy but I did not know misumi was also gonna be involved! so fun. the cg with misumi carrying itaru is sooooooo cute. like itarus expression. love it. I don’t have too much to say abt this ep bc it was just very sweet! I also like that itaru can say LOL. and it feels perfectly natural

HEYO YOU WELCOME BACK!!!

yess the name capitalization is so cute.

AND MIZUNOOOO!!!! and Tsuzuru being so soft toward him. God those two. THOSE TWO.

Agreed, i really think the travel outfits were very fun!! i liked the new sprites. and yeah god, it really helped showcasing some of the dynamics so well. Kazu and Yuki geeking design in call back to the Sardine Search, Yuki and Banri planning on shopping trips in call back to Into the Night, of course just, Mizuno… it's just a hell lots of fun.

Of COURSE Tasu and Tsumu were just theater geeking. they were in the theater geek convention. fishes in clear water moment!

The whole think of Itaru somehow managing to save those teens's trips while also still being a disaster is honestly so much fun.

And i especially love his dynamic with Misumi in this event. Like Misumi opening up about how his parents rarely took him when they were going on trip and Itaru clearly catching that "huh oh this kid's parents are fucked up. Well i'm already the assignated father of the spring troupe, what's one more child for me to have."

And i do love that Itaru did drop everything because he thought Misumi looked too sad and We Can't Have That Here. It's truly so cute and sweet. Esp since afterward he just had much more fun this way.

Tenma and Kazunari are absolute mess this event too. The fact Tenma managed to get lost on his way to the aeroport and he had to wear the bunny costume while Itaru made fun of him.. priceless to me.

And yes, the CG is just so much fun. From "what the fuck are you doing" to "it's not so bad actually. I think i can get used to my life as a potato bag", just, so good.

This ep was more light hearted and less heavy in general yes, it was sooo sweet. Just the pals hanging out, and Itaru "infiltring" the Summer troupe, like he said.

It's nice that once in a while they just get to have some downtime without anyone having a mental breakdown on the side because their tragic backstory came back to haunt them. For that, A+++ for hAve A greAt trip indeed.

As usual, thank you so much for sending me your feedback, it's always a pleasure to see your thoughts on the events you get to read ;D

Bless youuu and have a nice day <33

[libra-stellium]

Venus transits I tracked in March! Descriptions from Planets in Transit by Robert Hand.

I feel like the general theme of March was bored and alone omg I thought with venus in pisces in my 1H it was gonna be cute but all month I literally just felt like I was bothering everyone that I was speaking to lmao probably bc saturn is in pisces right now too and phone has been so fucking dryyyyyyy

Venus square MC (Mar 25 - Mar 29)

Good transit, feeling like being with another person and expressing your love

Strong feeling that by yourself you are not complete, not out of insecurity but out of a real need and desire to give and receive love

Every time I texted someone and they didn't respond or they respond to 1/3 of my texts I would be like omg if i had a bf he would respond lmao hated it

Venus conjunct Saturn (Mar 26 - Mar 30)

Love and attention are strongly tempered by practical considerations, affection is restrained but still there

Legit was like does everyone hate me?? It's also the week before my period so that tracks lol

Little tendency toward self indulgence, actions are characterized by restraint which is usually good if you have to save up

I was about to order food and closed the app just to find out on Mar 26 exactly that my paycheck for Mar 29 was gonna be delayed bc they changed the billing codes over the weekend which unsigned my timesheet from the previous week!!! So on Mar 28 at midnight I checked the app and saw I only got issued half a check and rent is due Apr 1 smh and now it's Apr 3 and I still didn't get my other half!

You may not feel warm and affectionate, the real problem is that you are lonesome and unable to bridge the gap between you and others

I went to a surprise bday dinner Mar 30 and it was cool and I was being social but def felt like work for a bit

Venus sextile Neptune (Mar 28 - April 1)

Transit arouses creative and romantic imagination either giving you greater appreciation for beauty or sending you off on a pleasant daydream

I made my friend a hair oil for her bday! That was fun and creative! And I had a dream that I went back to high school and my high school crush was there as the coach and I was there bc they had classes I needed to take for a masters program loll I don't even know what this man looks like 10 years later lol

Transit may put you in a dreamy fog, keep it within reason

I had a dream I went to the Philippines and another dream I went to Amsterdam and in one of them I met this guy working at the hotel who asked me for my whatsapp and then I found out from the hotel manager that he was on twitter talking about he's gonna make me his 13th wife lmao he had been divorced 12 times already!!!!

Venus sextile Uranus (Mar 31 - Apr 4)

You will seek an exciting break from your daily routine, you will seek out stimulating friends

On 4/1 I made plans with a friend I haven't seen in a while to go to happy hour at the end of the week. I haven't done HH in a while! I got my period so def did not use this energy for all the fun it could’ve been

[elsecrytt]

A sandwich suggestion? I'm curious to see what you think of Luci x MC x Mammon 😊

Hehehe,,, I only mentioned how much I like this sandwich once a WHILE ago (and this request came in a bit after that,,,, yes, that's how far behind I am lmao) buT I NEVER FORGET MY LOVES!

The OTP of sandwiches, outside all my other sandwich OTPs - the game itself pushes Lucifer and Mammon as love interests particularly hard, and it also makes a point to mention that Mammon is Lucifer's favorite brother, and vice versa.

It's probably because they know and trust one another so much that they're able to let hostility crop up regularly, express themselves freely and argue over you without it ever becoming a huge problem.

Like sure, they'll complain about one another, but Lucifer trusts Mammon to take care of you, and vice versa. And they trust one another not to try to "steal" you away, and want you all to yourself.

This is one of the only pairings where they can comfortably get away with clashing so often; they're both possessive and they know that about each other.

Mammon is clingy and craves affection; Lucifer will tease him when he snatches you off but lets him off (with the promise of payback).

Lucifer has his own moments of neediness, of wanting to relax and spend time with you alone, and Mammon is an expert at knowing when Lucifer is in need of reassurance or support, and that he needs to back off.

If they weren't both so possessive, they'd be ping ponging you off one another all the time, instead of just on special occasions.

Sure, Lucifer loves you, but he also loves Mammon, and he knows Mammon is still sulking from his last punishment and would be thrilled to go on a shopping trip with you - he can trust you with his credit card, can't he?

(Can you BELIEVE Lucifer thinks he's smooth?? He gets all mushy and acts like a massive sap with that narrow-eyed look of his like he's so slick and sexy???

Sir you are so obviously just pleased with yourself bc you're thinking about how happy you made you favorite human and demon)

And Mammon? Don't be fooled. He absolutely notices when Lucifer's workload gets heavier, when his brother is especially tired and stressed and too wound up to even scold him properly.

He'll turn up the tsun, if he has the heart at all - but even a little bit of prodding will get him to outright tell ya to go knock some sense into him, human! He's actin' like am idiot again, keeping everything to himself.

And it's true. For all his love and devotion towards them, when Lucifer is in need (generally of rest), he always seems to forget he has a family.

He has you. He has Mammon. Lucifer has people he can trust in his life, and his relationships with his brothers have only gotten better since you arrived... him and Mammon not quite excluded.

You'd absolutely all go out together but it might not feel so much like a "date" or a romantic outing; more like spending time with your family.

There's a certain level of intimacy in their bickering, in Lucifer's taunting and Mammon's complaints, how neither of them ever manage to sound that malicious when they talk each other down.

In Lucifer's (mostly) toothless threats and how Mammon crumples like paper before them - in how they both turn to you, Lucifer silently, and Mammon with puppy eyes, to reassure and be reassured, that all it well.

The two absolutely love fawning over you and doting on you. The one thing that could get Mammon to behave might just be seeing Lucifer buy you something that made you happy, and then turn around to threaten to take Goldie away again.

Mammon totally knows what Lucifer is doing. It ain't gonna work! (they both 100% know that this will work)

What Mammon doesn't know is that when he does keep himself out of trouble, shape up his debts over a couple months, and show up right as Lucifer's about to spend time with you to sweet you away on a high class shopping spree and dinner date, Lucifer already has a bottle of wine and his favorite record waiting in his room.

He will sit back, relax, and enjoy himself while going over the records of Mammon's progress, pride swelling warm in his chest.

After all, his two most favorite people in the world are happy - what more could he ask for?

Mammon can't really get back at Lucifer - he doesn't have a mean bone in his body, and even when he does try anything, Lucifer always gets him for it XD

But Mammon does get to be by your side, almost constantly. Where Lucifer has other obligations, other commitments, Mammon is free to spend all his time with you.

He's already winning, and they both know it - it's why Mammon is ever willing to back off when Lucifer calls you to his room alone, despite all his complaints.

They both know the importance of being with you privately, one on one, and are willing to enable each other.

I think being with you also makes Lucifer a bit nicer to Mammon, too. A little less insulting, a little more encouraging - and Mammon response best to encouragement and praise.

Just from you, though!! He doesn't like it when Lucifer gets that look in his eye, like he's... proud of him... or somethin'. He definitely doesn't care if Lucifer tells him "Good job", and that picture Beel has of him "grinning like a fool" is - it was from something else!

Honestly?? I have so much imagery of just. The three of you conking out on Lucifer's bed (bc let me tell you Lucifer is NOT going to Mammon's room); a demon on either side of you, cuddling in.

["Where's the smut, Elsey", you ask - LISTEN I still wanna do smut for Satan/MC/Diavolo, you would not BELIEVE the stuff in my drafts rn okay I'm getting there. I am allowed to have,,, part II,,]

[bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher]

🥺 babe 🥺 bAbE

What if Jask gets sick at Kaer Morhen but tries to hide it from Geralt bc he doesn't want him to think he's gross/weak/etc? And Geralt has the Feelings Braincell for once?

oh babe... thank you

tw: sickness, falling unconscious, fever, whump/angst with a happy ending

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Jaskier knew he had a fever the moment he woke up. He could feel it burning beneath this skin like a forge, flushing his face a more vibrant shade of pink than usual. He glared at his reflection in the small, round mirror above his dressing table and willed himself to feel better. It was his first winter at Kaer Morhen, and he didn’t want Geralt to think he’d made a mistake by inviting Jaskier along to stay. The bard knew that his stoic, self-loathing Witcher would blame himself immediately for any misfortune or illness that befell Jaskier. Geralt might even reconsider inviting him back again someday. So he had to keep his little bug a secret until he was well. Surely it was nothing major. Surely it would pass after a few days, unnoticed and unremarkable.

He should have known better.

Jaskier dabbed a bit more perfume than usual (which was generally none at all) beneath his ears and along his wrists. He hoped the peony-lavender mixture would mask whatever kind of scent his illness might carry and slowly, carefully made his way down the long stone staircase that led from the guest bedroom to the enormous kitchen. His limbs felt achy and tired, even though he’d slept heavily the night previous. His head sat heavy and unbalanced atop his shoulders; the world wavered and spun around him as he desperately tried to keep from pitching sideways into the wall. 

“You alright there, boy?” Vesemir asked, catching his eye from the bottom of the stairs. “You seem a bit… nervous.”

Maybe his anxiety was doing a better job of hiding his secret than the perfume. 

“Just a little wool between my ears this morning,” the bard laughed brightly, ignoring the searing pain that throbbed through his chest with the movement, “I think I might go chop some wood and see if the brisk mountain air helps clear it out faster.”

“Hmm,” the eldest Wolf nodded sagely. There was no doubt which teacher Geralt had admired most as a pup. “Alright. Be safe, take care. I’ll send someone to fetch you when breakfast is ready.”

“Thank you, Vesemir,” Jaskier bowed shallowly and headed for the kitchen’s back door. He took the axe into his hands and tried not to sway on his feet from the added weight. The bard covered his tracks by throwing a smile back over his shoulder and pushing the door open. “See you for breakfast!”

He stepped out of the keep and let the heavy slab of wood slam shut behind him. The early morning sky above Kaer Morhen was cloudless and the sun was bright, blinding him entirely. His situation only worsened when the sudden change in temperature, from the warm kitchen to the freezing mountainside, punched the air from his lungs in one thick cloud. He struggled to regain it as he wove his way through the snow drifts to the woodpile. Slowly, and with great effort, Jaskier lined up a thick log to be split.

The world felt watery and far away. His hand, which he knew to be attached to the end of his arm by some miracle, would not obey his command to pick up the axe again. His lungs felt heavy in his chest cavity and his legs suddenly ached with a fierce intensity. 

With a quiet cry of protest against his own body failing him, Jaskier collapsed into the snow.

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Jaskier’s heartbeat was so slow and quiet, his limbs unmoving and his lips nearly blue from the cold; Geralt wasn’t sure he’d ever been so scared before in his life. He turned to Vesemir and asked, barely keeping the frantic terror from clawing its way out of his throat: “How long was he out there?” 

“Half an hour at most,” the grey Wolf shrugged. “I don’t really remember, Geralt. I was busy taking care of the breakfast arrangements.”

“Fuck!”

“Calm down,” Eskel ordered. He frowned at Geralt from his place at Jaskier’s opposite side. He’d helped carry the bard from the courtyard to Geralt’s room and was just as worried about the human’s wellbeing. “Panicking won’t help him. Now, what’s the problem?”

“It’s hard to tell over all that stupid perfume,” Lambert snarled. “Stupid fucking bard fucking knew we would be able to smell it on him. He covered his gods-damned tracks.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt murmured, having grown suddenly calm. He let the back of his knuckles drag softly across the bard’s too-hot cheek until he could stick a stray lock of sweaty brown hair back behind his ear. “You idiot.”

The bard shifted against the blanket they’d laid him on, his brow wrinkling. His arms twitched slightly, as if he was trying to move them, and he whined plaintively: “G’ralt.”

“I’m here, Jask,” the Witcher replied quickly, forgetting they weren’t alone in the room. He took one of the bard’s freezing hands into his own and began rubbing the warmth back into his fingers. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you better. You’ll be alright.”

“Who are you trying to reassure?” Lambert huffed a short laugh. “You or the bard?”

“Leave off,” Eskel shot his younger brother a glare. The redhead rolled his eyes and moved to lean against the wall near the door. Eskel continued speaking to Lambert, but his eyes were back on Jaskier, who kept trying to get closer to Geralt even in his sleep. “Why don’t you go grab some clean clothes from his room while we get him warmed up and conscious again.”

“Fine,” Lambert spat. But he took off at a quick trot, regardless.

“Geralt, get his wet clothes off and get him wrapped up. Eskel, you come with me to the kitchen. I’ll need help carrying things and I’m sure the bard would prefer some privacy in this particular matter.”

Eskel nodded his agreement and followed Vesemir from the room, leaving Geralt alone with Jaskier. The White Wolf hurried to undress and swaddle the bard with a warm, heavy wool blanket and several furs, talking all the while in a low, worried voice. “Fuck, Jaskier. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry this happened and that you- Why did you hide it? Why wouldn’t you- Are you afraid of me? Is that why you didn’t come to me for help?”

Jaskier’s lids fluttered open and Geralt watched with nervous anticipation as two of the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen, blue as cornflowers and brighter than the spring sky, tried their best to focus on his face. “Geralt?”

“I’m here, Jaskier. What’s ailing you? Please, tell me how I can help you.”

“Hurts,” the bard managed to groan. “To breathe.”

“Fuck,” Geralt growled. “We need to get you warm. Lambert should be back with your clothes by now.”

Jaskier’s head lolled back against the pillow and he struggled to reach for his Witcher, “Hold me.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll warm up-” he gasped between words, as if every syllable pained him to expel “-faster if… you hold me.”

“Hmm,” Geralt’s brows furrowed in frustration. He knew Jaskier was right, that he’d feel better faster with skin-on-skin contact, but he also wanted to hold Jaskier for other, less emergency-based reasons. That was unacceptable. Losing Jaskier to death or sickness or other human reasons was intolerable but losing him, in all senses of the word, because of Geralt’s impossible feelings? That would be truly horrendous.

The warring factions of his heart were still clamoring over a decision when Eskel and Vesemir re-entered carrying two large trays. One was covered with foodstuffs and the other held an enormous clay teapot and mugs. A small pot of honey, gathered from Vesemir’s very own beehives, was the most obvious sign of affection Geralt had ever seen the older man display for a near-stranger. 

“I’m gonna… get… spoiled,” Jaskier gasped. The eldest Wolf shot Geralt a glare. 

“Why aren’t you in there with him? You know the best way to warm up a hypothermic person is skin contact, Geralt! I certainly taught you better than this.”

“I didn’t-” he stuttered. “I wasn’t-”

“He’s afraid,” Jaskier smiled sadly, cuddling himself deeper into the furs as he turned his gaze towards the fire. All three of the Witchers could smell his sadness, even more potent than the illness ravaging his delicate human body. Geralt winced when his brother and father glared at him in tandem, expressions nearly matching in fury. The bard was still looking away, watching the flames send dancing patterns of light against the stone walls. “Don’t worry… won’t ask… for any more.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt whispered, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. “May I hold you?”

“Yes.”

“Well, that’s our cue to leave,” Vesemir smiled beneath his mustache. Jaskier was too tired to blush, and opted to bury his head in Geralt’s shoulder instead. “Come along, Eskel. Let’s see what Lambert has gotten up to.”

“What about Jaskier’s clothes?”

“He can borrow Geralt’s for now. I’m sure our White Wolf won’t mind sharing; he’s the possessive type, after all.”

Geralt rolled his eyes and grumbled out of habit more than disagreement. 

When Vesemir and Eskel had gone for good and the door was closed, Geralt pulled Jaskier out of the furs and removed his own shirt. He settled the bard against his chest and buried his nose in Jaskier’s dark hair, breathing in the scents of sweat and sickness and now, thank the gods, tangy-bright happiness. “Gods, Jaskier. Don’t scare me like that ever again. I can’t lose you.”

“I didn’t… want… to disappoint.”

“You never do and never will,” Geralt intoned. He pulled the furs over them both and splayed his large hands across Jaskier’s back. The bard’s skin was overly hot in some places and freezing in others; Geralt buried his panic in order to care for... for the man he loved. He took a deep breath and rubbed slow circles between the bard’s shoulder blades. “I… I love you, Jaskier.”

“Hmm,” the bard hummed tunelessly. “Love you… too.”

Geralt helped him sit up and drink a mug of tea. He listened, slowly allowing himself to relax, as Jaskier’s breathing eased and his heartbeat balanced. When the tea was gone and the fire was re-built to Geralt’s satisfaction, the Witcher tucked Jaskier’s head beneath his chin and wrapped his arms around the bard’s shoulders. “Oh, my little lark. I’ve been so foolish for too long.”

“Yeah,” Jaskier grinned into the Witcher’s warm pectoral. “Me... too.”

“Well, we’ll have plenty of time when you feel better,” Geralt murmured, lips pressing over and over to the top of the bard’s head. Jaskier couldn’t keep himself from smiling, even as he drifted back to sleep. The Witcher felt something settle in his chest when he whispered: “Rest up, dear heart. There are many more adventures to be had.”

[mythiccheroacademia]

—lunch box

A/N: just another cute idea i had because i’m obsessed with barbarian/dragon king!bakugo and fantasy shit in general. some context: you and bakugo are betrothed—although, sometimes you wish you weren’t bc he can be a real asshole. luckily for you, he’s willing to work on it bc he likes loves you just that much. a litte angst (it wouldn’t be a mtha story without it) but it ends in fluff <3

Warnings: cursing

Your friends looked at their food with heart eyes and dug into the neatly wrapped box with fever.

“Ahh! Thank you for making this, Y/N!” one of them exclaimed. The other could only nod in agreement, too into your cooking to speak.

You smiled and waved them off. “It was nothing. Consider it a thank you for letting me copy the homework last night,” you chuckled.

“Did you cook one for Prince Bakugo? I’d imagine he’d love it! If there’s anyone’s cooking he loves more than his own, it’s yours!”

At the mention of his name, your expression fell. You looked down at the case of food you had prepared for him as an apology.

Four days ago, you two were hanging around his residence. You managed to get him to dance around with you. Well, it more like you were dancing and he was doing his best not to combust in embarrassment. Katsuki warned you that you shouldn’t be too reckless otherwise you’d break something.

Of course, you paid him no mind, too enthralled with your fun to notice your proximity to a nearby statue—one of the Bakugo family’s treasures.

One thing led to another, and you knocked it over, shattering it before either of you could even react. Your rich skin lost its glow and your boyfriend cursed something nasty.

Least to say, his parents were not happy. But instead of being rightfully scolded, Bakugo had taken the blame for it.

They found him attempting to clean it up and assumed it was his fault. You wanted to correct them, but he threw you a nasty glare, sealing your mouth shut. He was now under punishment until they deemed fit and from then on, he hadn't spoken a friendly word to you.

A little sigh escaped your lips. Your two friends looked at each other before offering you encouraging smiles.

“Hey,” one spoke, placing a hand on your knee. You met her gaze. “You should go give it to him. He’d love it.”

There was a moment of silence before you decided to act. Taking the spur of confidence, you stood up and briskly made your way to the other classroom. Just before you entered, you heard his voice and felt your heart waver with anxiousness.

However, now wasn’t the time to let doubt consume you. Things wouldn’t get better until something was done.

You took a deep breath, calming your nerves, before opening the door and walking in. Your eyes scanned the room and found the young dragon prince amongst his group of friends.

Jaw set, you walked over to them, hands firmly around the packaged food.

Kirishima saw you first and gave you a friendly wave.

“Hey Princess L/N!”

“Hi boys! How’re ya doing?” you politely asked, putting on your best smile.

They gave you an upbeat answer that lifted your spirits.

Despite that, you hadn't heard a response from Bakugo. In fact, he hadn't even looked at you—but you wouldn’t be disheartened. You fueled herself with faux confidence and held out the dish to your betrothed.

“I-I made you something small yesterday, as an apology,” you stuttered.

Katsuki finally looked up, indifference in his stare. Ruby eyes flickered down to the box filled with rice, chicken, vegetables, and a small pastry on the side. His favorite kind. For a moment, he seemed like considered your offer, but you suffered the low blow of humiliation when he turned away to look through the window.

“Thanks, but I’ve already eaten. Should’ve given it to me earlier.”

Something in your stomach fell. Crushing rejection blossomed up your throat with each passing second. His words were cold, harsh, and unforgiving. It might’ve been stupid, overdramatic even, but it hurt.

Heartbroken wasn’t even the word.

Your nose burned, eyes blurring before you could stop it. Your chest tightened with embarrassment. Luckily, you mustered enough strength to hold in whatever was threatening to crumble you.

“Oh,” you dumbly responded.

“I’ll take it!” Kaminari excitedly said.

“No, I will! I’m still starving!” Kirishima chided.

You placed the box down, struggling to keep up your act.

“Split it between the both of you. I hope it’s good!” You internally winced over how high your voice had become. “I’m gonna to get going now. I’ll see you guys after school, yeah?”

And before anything else was said, you bolted straight out of the room. You hadn’t bothered to look at Katsuki. Knowing him, he probably hadn't noticed the strain in your voice.

As soon as you were out of sight, the tears flooded. You held your hands against your mouth, desperate to muffle your cries. You quickly took you into the nearest bathroom and you prayed no one had seen you lest there be questions. If you went to your friends, it’d cause a commotion. Your parents would eventually find out and you didn’t want any more problems.

So, you cried your eyes raw and eventually willed yourself to stop when it was time to return to class.

…

The week had gone by without another interaction. The weekend brought you some relief since you wouldn’t be forced to see Katsuki’s face for the time being. Or so you thought.

All you wanted to do was run some errands for your parents and then go back home and continue sulking. Yet the universe would not let you rest.

The moment you caught Bakugo’s eyes, you pivoted on your heel and booked it the other way. You assumed his anger with you would force him to keep his distance.

But you were thoroughly surprised to find he was following after you.

“Y/N,” he called.

Irritation and hurt filled your chest. You only walked faster, clutching the purse against her chest.

“Y/N, stop,” he demanded to which you promptly ignored.

This went on for a good thirty seconds until Bakugo decided he had enough. Without much noise, he ran up to you, grabbing you by the shoulder.

You weren’t having it.

You harshly shrugged off his hand. “Don’t touch me,” you snapped, keeping your eyes forward.

“I need to talk to you,” Katsuki grumbled.

“Well I don’t want to talk to you. So maybe some other time.”

Truthfully, the crowned prince found himself shocked at your coldness. Despite your innate boldness, he wasn’t used to such an icy tone. Especially directed at him.

His father warned him to never attack in these situations, but Bakugo let his temper get the best of him. His first reaction was to frown and deal back harsher words.

“What’s your fucking problem, dumbass? When I say stop, stop!”

A spike of anger flooded your veins. You whirled around on your heel and glared at him with frosty eyes. You felt compelled to drop your papers and slap him, but instead, you settled for a finger in his face.

“First of all, I’m not some dog you can just order around, you jerk! And just because we’re betrothed doesn’t mean I’m some girl you can treat like dirt whenever you feel like it! Until you apologize, leave me alone because my only problem right now is you. Bye.”

And just as quickly as you came, you turned to leave.

Now Bakugo was actually stunned. Forget, cold, this was a side of you he hadn't ever experienced. Admittedly, he hadn’t been spoken to like that from anyone besides his mother—and she only got away with it because she was not only the queen…but he was his mom.

Katsuki honestly didn’t know how to handle it. It was only then that he concentrated back on his father’s advice. Whenever his mother was upset with his dad, his father would fight back, but never with emotional anger. Always with humbleness and an understanding tongue.

It usually did the trick considering his mother could never stay upset with him for more than a night. It always struck the teen with hidden awe. Sometimes, Katsuki thought his dad was an angel.

Bakugo was no angel, but he hoped it’d have the same affect on you.

The blonde teen softened his face and walked up behind you. He stopped you, wrapping his arms around your waist to lie his forehead against the decorated braids the fell down your back.

“Damn it. I’m sorry okay?” he lowly said, face burning from such a public display of affection. “Just hear me out.”

You didn’t speak and he clenched his jaw.

“Please.”

You inwardly cursed your rapidly beating heart. If it weren’t for how stupidly nice being in his arms was (he was definitely working out more), and the fact that you found him kinda cute begging for your permission, maybe you wouldn’t have caved in so easily.

For now, you’d blame it on the fact that you two were destined to wed. It was better to start dealing with fights now so, hopefully, the future held less of them.

You heaved a sigh, unwillingly ignoring your body’s urge to curl in his arms. Instead, you pulled away and turned to face him. You peered into unsure crimson eyes with as much harshness you could conjure.

“Fine. Speak,” you permitted.

There was a small pause as he gathered his thoughts. When he opened his mouth, you instantly regretted it.

“I’m still mad at you for being dumb and breaking one of family’s treasures. And I’m still fucking pissed that my old hag is on my ass about it,” he started and noticed how your eyes narrowed in contempt.

You were about to turn away, thinking this was a waste of time. However, Bakugo took a hold of your wrist before you could leave.

“Leave me alone! If you didn’t want to get in trouble, you should’ve just let me take the blame. I can't believe I thought you’d apologize—“

“Let me finish, princess.”

It was your title, yet you felt your stomach flip when it came from his lips. You refused to let it influence you…but you’d give him another chance.

Bakugo stepped closer to you. “I’m upset, but I took the punishment because I wanted to. You didn’t mean to break it. Accidents happen, I understand that.”

There was a pregnant pause. Then, you softened your gaze a bit, eyes still lit with inquiry. “Why? Why would you do that if it meant getting in trouble? I could’ve taken the blame just fine.”

“Y/N, you freak the fuck out whenever you don’t get a perfect score on an exam. You try not to mess up and when you do, it’s like the world is ending,” he explained with a teasing smirk. You ungracefully snorted. He had a point. “When you broke the vase, I could hear your heart drop. You were two seconds away from crying. And when I saw how scared you looked I just—I don’t know.”

The look on your face was something between shock, surprise, and wonder. You blinked, thick lips parting slightly in awe.

“Katsuki…” you breathed to which the boy heavily blushed. Realizing how sappy he sounded, his mind screamed at him to cut it out.

Bakugo looked down and noticed he was still holding your wrist. He quickly let go and instinctively rubbed the nape of his neck.

“D-don’t be dramatic. I just didn’t wanna see you moping around or some shit. My father said that it wasn’t that important anyway…the vase I mean,” he mumbled.

Sure it wasn’t, you thought. What were you gonna do with this boy?

You supposed an apology was a good start.

“That was very nice and admirable of you Katsuki. Thank you,” you eventually said. “I’m still really sorry about the vase, and for being mean to you just now.”

He shook his head. “I know, but I’m the one that should be apologizing. I ain’t hafta treat you the way I did. I was being an ass for not accepting the food you made for me earlier.”

“Yeah you were, ya bastard.”

He chuckled at that. “The two idiots wouldn’t stop raving over how good it was.”

“Well, I had the best teacher in the kingdom,” you grinned.

“And I had an even better student,” he winked.

Your smile widened. Maybe marrying him wouldn’t be so bad.

You couldn’t help yourself when you heartily embraced him, enjoying how his arms slowly slithered around the small of your back. Your eyes met and you kissed him on the lips, leaving him with a little gasp. You pulled away and giggled under your breath.

“You know, you're a sweet guy underneath all that false bravado.”

“False brav—what the hell are you going on about!?”

Ignoring his explosive behavior, you readjusted the straps on your shoulder before turning on your heel.

“Don’t bring anything for lunch on Monday, okay? I’ll see you later, blondie.”

Despite his little tantrum, Bakugo still watched you disappear into the store with a gentle expression. You gave him more headaches than he cared for, but you were worth it. Besides, he was sure you could say the same for him.

Bakugo turned to leave and passed his fingertips over where your lips touched his own.

He’d never admit to the giddiness in his chest. He’d take that shit to the grave.

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Incompatible ships w/ Todoroki, Kirishima, Bakugou and Midoiya

Request: hii! i love ur posts so i thought why not request ajbakaha,, can i ask for todoroki, kirishima, bakugou, izuku getting jealous bc their s/o is getting shipped with another student :D (it can be their relationship is still a secret or smth) btw i love your posts!! it's free serotonin!! 😽😽- anonymous

Secret relationships are my favorite trope. This and friends to lovers. I live for these types of fics. Random fact, my allergies are acting up bc I helped take down the Christmas decorations and now my hands are on fire. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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warnings: fluff, minor suggestive themes not something major though

Todoroki Shouto

-Things like jealousy are a rare occurrence in your relationship. 

-Todoroki is the type of boyfriend who trusts you blindly and would put his own life in your hands without a single hesitation. 

-Sometimes it bothers him how other people effortlessly flirt with you but he knows that nothing will come out of it no matter how much they chat you up. 

-He knows you can handle yourself and get out of  a situation if things start getting out of hand. 

-And if you can’t, he will butt in glaring down at the person who wouldn’t take no for an answer.

-Everyone around you seem to believe that the two of you are really close friends; none of them have caught a whiff of your relationship and you are proud of yourselves. 

-I mean it is pretty hard keeping so many romantic milestones hidden from your friends. 

-But alas you both knew that keeping all of this to yourselves would be for the best. 

-Now, we all know that the girls of your class drool over any remotely romantic interaction you have. 

-Same goes for everyone actually. 

-Oh Kirishima held the door open for you the other day?? I can see a new ship sailing. 

-Sero helped you pick up your stuff when you bumped into a wall? Your knight in shining armor. 

-Really any sort of kind gesture was interpreted as romantic interest at this point. 

-The worst part of it all was the ship they had created and have been simping over for the past three months. 

-You had managed to create an unexpected friendship with Monoma from class 3-B. 

-The agency he interns in is right next to yours so you take the same train and then walk to almost the same building every single day. 

-You see him during patrol, the pro heroes you work under have paired up once or twice so a friendship was inevitable. 

-So imagine the surprise on your classmate’s faces when Monoma began waiting for you outside the 3-A dorm building.

-Mina wouldn’t shut up about how cute you two were together and what a perfect match you made. 

-Soon enough the other idiots joined the party and you were drowned in ‘awwww’s and ‘love story in the making’s. 

-You got tired of explaining that he was just a friend, that you weren’t interested in him. 

-The fact that you could feel Todoroki’s gaze burn through your back didn’t help at all. 

-Your boyfriend had asked you about Monoma because he too found it weird how he waited for you everyday. 

-The boy’s presence didn’t bother him at first. 

-He was lowkey grateful that you finally had company on your way to the agency considering he couldn’t walk with you since his building was in the opposite direction. 

-It started becoming a problem when all he could hear during the breaks was the stupid ship name the girls had created. 

-He could see how visibly uncomfortable it made you and how you would seek for his gaze during those moments. 

-Then they started talking about how cute your kids would be and that’s when Shoto had enough. 

-It’s one thing hearing about how cute your girlfriend would be with someone else and it’s completely different when you hear about their potential offspring. 

-Grabbing your wrist he basically dragged you out the classroom and into an empty hallway, pinning you to the nearest wall before connecting his lips with yours. 

-You let a surprised gasp which gave him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth and deepen the kiss, making you grasp onto his shirt as your knees gave out. 

-After what felt like an eternity he let you go for air before attacking your jaw, neck and collarbones. 

-Soon those soft kisses turned into little love bites. 

- “Sho you’re gonna leave a mark.” 

-Releasing your skin from between his teeth, he admired the reddish hickey he had left at the base of your neck. 

-He was sure your shirt’s collar could cover it up just barely. 

- “That’s the point, love.” 

-Intertwining your fingers, he led you back to class, going to his seat with a proud smirk on his lips leaving a very flustered puffy-lips-messy-haired you in his wake. 

Kirishima Eijiro 

-Kiribaby is not the jealous type. 

-Like only if you give your undivided attention to a puppy and you smother it with all your love and affection then maybe, just maybe, he will pout a bit and ask for his own fair share of love. 

-He trusts you just like Todoroki does.

-Nothing has ever happened to suggest that he should worry about others stealing you from him so he doesn’t worry. 

-Plus you are always together no matter what. 

-Almost everyone from your class knows that you are together so the shipping doesn’t start from them. 

-Oh no.

-It starts from class 3-B who has seen you talk to Tetsutetsu quite a bit this past few weeks. 

-You might wait for him outside their classroom during lunch breaks. 

-They have caught you hanging out outside of the school grounds. 

-So the only logical explanation they can come up with is that you two are either A) dating or B) have a thing for each other and are getting there. 

-Soon enough rumors start circulating. 

- “Did you know that someone from the hero course is dating that metal guy from class 3-B?”

- “Yeah yeah I heard it’s that girl Y/N. They do look really cute together, not gonna lie.”

-Eventually these rumors reach Kiri’s ears and they kinda get to him.

-He knows that you haven’t been hanging out extra with Tetsutetsu since every time you guys go out he is always with you. 

-You are the type of couple who does everything together, literally. 

-Apart from being in different agencies ya’ll are holding hands almost 24/7.

-So he really doesn’t get what everyone is talking about. 

-Mineta doesn’t help. 

-He really doesn’t. 

-He starts making scenarios about what you do while Kirishima is out of the dorms; how you have wrapped both homies around your finger and toying with them. 

-Oh the very vivid scenes he creates with all three of you in a…. compromising position. 

-Kirishima hates that most of all. 

-The words coming out of Mineta’s mouth disgust him to no end and soon enough he is walking to your dorm ready to talk this through. 

-Opening the door you greet your boyfriend with a smile and a quick peck but you immediately know what is on his mind. 

- “Baby what are we gonna do?” 

-You basically whine at the question. 

-He spends the whole night at your dorm brainstorming ideas until you both pass out on your floor. 

-And your solution to the problem? 

-Ignore the whole thing and continue on with your lives. 

-He suggested maybe leaving a mark somewhere *like our boy Sho* but you shot him down saying that they would just think Tetsutetsu did it. 

-After Monoma catches you in your classroom making out on your desk though the rumors soon die out. 

Bakugou Katsuki

-Crazy boom boom boy. 

-Your relationship is a secret because he doesn’t want to deal with all the other idiots gushing over your relationship and getting all up in your business. 

-Your relationship is a sacred thing he has sworn to protect and he won’t let Mineta’s ugly ass hands get anywhere near it. 

-Gonna taint it even with his thoughts. 

-Guard dog Bakugou bark bark. 

-It’s fairly easy to maintain a secret relationship with him. 

-Sure he might be a tiny bit calmer with you and maybe just maybe his eyes linger on you during training but yeah he treats you just like he treats all the other extras he is surrounded by. 

-Now, Bakugou is kinda *read a lot* jealous in general. 

-He doesn’t like when people he doesn’t fully trust or like, talk to you or are close to you. 

-He has butted in on your conversations with Todoroki one too many times and the poor crispy baby is so confused like why are you like this? 

-I just want the chemistry notes please let me get them in peace for once.

-You have chastised him about that manier times but your resolve melts when he pouts *YES HE POUTS AT YOU RWIHPWIE* before wrapping his strong arms around you. 

- “I just don’t wanna lose you, dumbass.” 

-You can barely make out his words as his face is buried in your stomach but you heard him and now you are tearing up at the pure emotion he is showing at these moments. 

-At the end of the day though, he trusts you. 

-He may not trust the other horny extras around you but he fully trusts you. 

-There’s no doubt about that. 

-You can imagine ,though, the instant rage he felt when he heard the girls talking about you and Deku. 

- “They do make a great couple.” 

- “Have you seen how they look at each other?” 

- “Good for her, Deku is perfect boyfriend material.” 

-First of all, how dare you, second hold the fuck up…..when did this become a WhoRe hOuSe?!?!?!?!  

-Legit someone has to shake him out of his stupor after that one. 

-You look at Deku in a certain way? 

-Fucking DEKU?!?!?! 

-THoughts are swirling in his mind almost pouring out of his ears when he hears the voice. 

-That annoying ass voice that he has engraved in his brain since childhood. 

-And the moment his eyes land upon Deku and you speaking, he sees red. 

-He is pouncing on Deku in -5 seconds, the poor green haired boy completely unaware of what hit him, literally. 

-They are on the floor wrestling on another, you screaming at Katsuki to stop and get his shit together while your boyfriend is spewing curse after curse at the OFA user simultaneously asking what the hell he was doing with HIS girlfriend. 

-Aizawa had to break them up. 

-They both got detention even though Deku did literally nothing. 

-Katsuki was denied cuddles for a whole week and he was set on explaining duty now that the cat was out of the bag. 

Midoriya Izuku 

-Izuku is the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. 

-He is loyal, shows emotions, is good at communicating with you, has incredible date ideas although he is kinda forgetful at times and his packed schedule doesn’t leave enough time to spend with you, at least not as much as he wants, but he always tries to make up for it in other ways.

-You love how much trust he puts in you. 

-You couldn’t be more grateful. 

-But Izuku has his insecurities. 

-At times it becomes hard for him to understand why exactly you’ve chosen him to love when you could have anyone you wanted in this school. 

-He can’t wrap his pretty little head around the reason why you stay with him when the only thing you get out of all this is others saying you deserve better than some crybaby. 

-It has become his mission to prove to you that he isn’t what others say he is; he isn’t some crybaby, he is a hero in training who won’t hesitate to risk his life for you. 

-You have reassured him multiple times that you don’t care what others say.

-You fell in love with him, him and all of his flaws. 

-No one told you that you should fall for him and no you didn’t agree to date him out of pity. 

-Most of the time you manage to erase those thoughts from his mind replacing them with the warm feeling of your love.

-But there comes a time when no matter what you say, the words of other people will get the best of him and it will be a struggle to build himself back up. 

-He is thankful to have you by his side during those moments because then he truly feels weak, he feels helpless, he knows these things shouldn’t bother him. 

-He loves you and you love him end of story, but they do get to him. 

-One of the worst times he questioned if he was good enough was during your third year. 

-Being in the support department you couldn’t be by his side 24/7 but you did always manage to see him during breaks to the point the whole class knew you and slowly became your friends. 

-The thing is they thought you two were also friends; neither had ever mentioned your relationship and things felt so comfortable between you that they assumed that you were really close friends. 

-Izuku had suggested keeping your relationship on the down low; him being in the hero course and having created rather the reputation, he was afraid that you would be dragged into something dangerous. 

-Plus All Might advised you two to keep it a secret and All Might’s words are law. 

-Izuku loved how well you got along with his friends, it meant that when he revealed your relationship they would all welcome you with open arms. 

-What he didn’t expect though was for them to start shipping you with someone else. 

-For some weird reason the girls of his class started obsessing over your interactions with Bakugou and soon after that they started trying to get you two alone in the same room, much to your dismay. 

-In reality, Bakugou was the only person who knew about your relationship. 

-He had ran into you as you were leaving Izuku’s dorm room, catching you two kiss goodnight. 

-Bakugou, as much as he disliked Izuku, would never get in the way of your relationship and he hated this ship shit as much maybe even more than you did. 

-Izuku was ready to crawl into a whole and die. 

-You had to stay in his room for almost a whole month to calm him down completely, him flying you to your own building in the morning so you don’t get in trouble. 

-It was a difficult time aand his classmate’s comments didn’t help one bit. 

-The tipping point was when he overheard Mina devising a plan of setting you guys up. 

-He walked down to the common room the next day with you next to him, hands intertwined, a hickey barely visible under the hem of HIS shirt, shocking everyone in the vicinity. 

-A new ship was created *after they harassed you for answers*

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Helping a socially anxious s/o | Atsumu, Iwaizumi, Osamu & Kuroo

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Pairings: Atsumu x Reader, Iwaizumi x reader, Osamu x Reader, Kuroo x Reader.

Reader: Gende Neutral and socially anxious!

Format: Drabbles

Warnings: Talks about social anxiety and anxiety symptoms in general (at least from my experience), cursing, but other than that comfort and fluff!

A/N: This is sooo self indulgent!😅 but since I had no request I figured I’d write something for myself bc I lowkey needed the comfort & I imagine this scenarios in my head whenever I’m struggling with my anxiety :) probably gonna check this tmrw bc I’m sleepy

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Atsumu:

Your personal hype squad.

Will try to make you feel as comfortable in your own skin as he can before you head out to anything social bc he knows how draining it can be

“Baby yer so stunning ya know that? ‘Am so happy a’ get to go to this thing with ya,” Atsumu says with his signature smirk once you step out of the bathroom in your party outfit. However, he can instantly see the doubt in your eyes. You barely manage to smile back with a wobbly grin, the blonde taking it as his cue to walk over to you, retrieving his hands from his pockets. “We’re gon’ have a great time, gorgeous, a’ promise ya that much. We’ll get to have a nice night out,” he says, his eyes softer and genuine as he takes your hands in his, and moves them to loosen you up, “get to dance a bit, relax, and we can come back when ya get tired.” You sigh, a giggle escaping your lips at him wiggling your arms as if you were dancing. You’d ask if it was a promise, but you already knew it was, so instead you tug him closer and press your lips against his. “Thanks, ‘tsum,” you say, your heart more at ease with his kind words as an inevitable smile tugs at the corners in your mouth. He hums happily in response, and as he pulls you into an energizing hug before heading out, you wonder how you got so lucky. Little did you know that despite everything, Atsumu’s always wondering the same thing.

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Iwaizumi

Will be constantly checking on you and keeping you grounded when you’re in a social setting.

He knows how overwhelming it can all get, so he’ll always let you know he’s there :)

You couldn’t tell at what point the group conversation you were in had become overwhelming, the conversation and laughter echoing in your mind louder each time. You started looking around, desperate to find something to focus on to bring you back, but every little thing seemed to make the feeling worse. It felt like you were spiraling, rolling down a hill faster and faster, a knot forming in your throat knowing that if you didn’t hold on to anything soon you’d crash. Suddenly, a warm hand squeezing yours snapped you back to reality from your panic, your head turning quickly to meet a pair of worried olive eyes. He shot you a soft, knowing smile, immediately aware of what was wrong. Without exchanging a word he hugged your waist from behind, leaning his head on the crook on your neck. “I gotchu,” he whispered as his scent filled your nostrils and his embrace started pulling you back to reality. You just smiled, leaning into his touch and kissing his cheek. To the others it was just a mindless gesture of affection from your boyfriend, but you both knew, he was your anchor. Whether it was a hand on your back or an arm around your shoulder, he made it so you always knew he was there, so you wouldn’t have to bear the storm alone.

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Osamu

Uses food to encourage you. Pavlov’s quaking.

Gets you out of social situations when they’re too much & embarrasses Atsumu while he’s at it lmao

You shot your boyfriend a pleading look from your seat beside him. You were out on a dinner with work friends but it drained you so quickly you just wanted out. He gave you a knowing look before staring at his phone quizzically, excusing himself from the table. When he returned he grabbed his jacket and put down enough money to cover your orders. “Sorry everyone, we gotta go. Atsumu shat his pants and he needs me bring him clean ones,” he said with his usual unbothered expression, only you noticing the amused sparkle in his eye, “let’s go love.” You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing at the excuse, holding the hand he offered. You quickly said goodbye to everyone, who still looked slightly appalled, and left. Once outside you looked at Osamu with your best puppy eyes. “I know we left early, but can I still get the special onigiri you promised to make me?” He sighed in return, a lazy smile adorning his face as he lightly kissed your knuckles. “Ya gave it a good effort, so yeah,” he complied as you smiled giddily. “You know ‘Samu, Atsumu is gonna kill you if you keep making stuff like this up,” you told him, earning a shrug from the grey haired male. “It makes ya laugh though don’t it? As long as it makes ya feel less bad about yer limits a’ won’t stop, he can bear it,” he confessed. He’d do anything to make you as happy as you make him.

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Kuroo

This guy has trained for this his entire life by being friends with Kenma.

Reads you like a book, & is great at negotiating to get you to come out of your shell the right amount.

“2 hours,” Kuroo said, his unwavering gaze locked on yours. “That’s so long though,” you whined, your stomach twisting just at the thought of having to socialize with strangers for so long. “You can sit through my ‘lame’ movies, you’ll be fine,” he says using air quotes to refer to the lame part, a confident smile on his face from his sound argument. “But the movies don’t make me anxious or stressed,” you pouted, trying to convince your bf to stay in instead of going to the event. “Fine, hour and a half and I promise I’ll cuddle you till you feel better when we come back,” he offers, stretching his hand out for a handshake to close the deal. You sigh, shaking his hand as you agreed to the conditions, he always managed to do it. “Thank you babe, it means a lot that you always make the effort,” he says with a dashing smile, his hand coming up to cup your face. “I’m sorry you always have to be persuading me, maybe you should just leave me behind,” you say truthfully, suddenly feeling defeated. “Don’t say dumb stuff like that (y/n), if anything it’s part of the fun,” he confessed with a cheesy grin, earning a light chuckle from you. “But seriously, I love you, so I’m doing this for your sake and mine. Going out wouldn’t be the same without you,” he said truthfully as he gently pulled your face towards him, your lips meeting in a soft kiss. You were grateful for him, he knew your limits, and just how much to push you for your own sake.

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[corpsedaydream]

crash

so, here i am with a new one shot.

so before anyone asks if i’m gonna be posting frequently again or anything, i process things by writing about them. if something is running through my mind over and over and i can’t think through it on my own in my mind, writing about it generally helps me. this past weekend was supposed to be a fun long weekend away w my friends but it quickly ended when i experienced something pretty traumatic. i haven’t been able to sleep at all the past couple nights and so i started working on this. originally it was just going to be something private to help myself w the panic i was feeling then i started adding a muse into it and then i realised i was still writing about corpse without even meaning to, so i guess he’s still got me feeling musey.

anyway, i thought about keeping this private bc i’m still rly shaken up about what happened but idk feels like a shame to just let it sit on my computer.

idk if i’m back to this blog yet, i still feel indifferent about it. i’m signed out on my phone and was signed out on my laptop until just now and haven’t opened my inbox.

anyway. here’s the one shot.

word count: 1666 words (i’m not kidding)

trigger warning: car crash, panic attack

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crash

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up wake up wake up.

The words repeated over and over in your head. You’d had dreams about crashing your car before, but usually you woke up just before the point of impact. This time you didn’t.

This couldn’t of happened, this can’t be real, this is a a dream, I’ve got to wake up.

But you were already very much awake, this was very much real.

The colour had already drained from your face, tears were welling up in your eyes and your heart had already sunk. Your hands were trembling, your chest was completely still, you weren’t breathing in that moment. Your body had reacted before your mind had completely caught up.

“Fuck.” Was all you managed to say as realisation had hit you. You’d gotten into a car crash.

You looked around you, wondering how the others cars on the road were still moving when it felt like your world had just come to a stop when your car had its collision. You heard your dad’s voice in your head, all the things he’d told you when he taught you how to drive, had - god forbid - you ever ended up in a situation like this.

You went through the motions as well as you could. You were in a state of shock and physically, you were definitely there, but mentally, you really weren’t present. You were having an out of body feeling in the most terrifying way, it was a defence from the panic that had overwhelmed you.

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Corpse felt a surge of anxiety. He had no idea why, either. All he was doing was looking through fan art on twitter, he hadn’t seen anything that usually would make him feel like that. It just throttled its way into himself seemingly out of no where.

It was especially odd seeing that today had been such a good day. Waking up beside was usually something that put him in a good head space.

So he started to call you, you always made him feel better. But then he remembered you were driving and you were a cautious driver, you never answered your phone when you were behind the wheel. You’d told him in the past how tenacious your dad had been as a driving teacher and it had really stuck with you.

Just as he was about to hang up, knowing you weren’t going to answer, you did.

“Hello?” Something was off. Corpse heard it right away in just that one greeting from you.

“Are you okay?” He didn’t even greet you back, he already had anxiety running through him and the unsettling tone of your answer of the phone had only made it increase.

“I think so.” You were so monotoned. Corpse had never heard you speak this way. You were a lot of things, but monotone was not one. You were expressive, bright and dramatic.

“You think so?” He repeated in a questioning way, wanting to know what was wrong.

“Yeah.” You responded so plainly again. Corpse almost wanted to ask you who was he speaking to right now, because surely this couldn’t have been you. This person had your voice, but this was a person he did not know right now.

“What’s going on?”

“I crashed my car.” You said it to him so simply. There was no emotion behind it. His heart thundered as if a terrible hail storm had just broken out. 

“What?!” 

“I crashed my car.” You repeated. Once again so eerily unemotional.

“Where are you?!”

-

Corpse shouldn’t have been driving in the state he was in, but he needed to get to you. His emotions were running so high and he couldn’t comprehend why yours weren’t.

After what felt like the longest drive of his life, he reached the crash site. His panic peaked when he spotted the ambulance, immediately thinking the worst. But then he saw you standing to the side of it. You were up and talking to the paramedics, that was at least a good sign you weren’t seriously injured.

“(Y/N),” He called for you as he got out of his own car. And just like your voice on the phone, your movements were so robotic.

You were normally so open with your emotions, you were such a readable and honest person. When you were happy, you shined, when you were mad, you yelled red, when you were sad, you cried oceans. But Corpse had never seen you in a true state of shock. He’d never seen your fight or flight response. And apparently it was a stillness and unresponsive, the complete opposite to how you were normally.

“Are you okay?” He knew you probably weren’t, but he couldn’t find any clue to how you were feeling. Until his footsteps brought him closer to you.

You didn’t respond to him at all. Even words felt like too much right now. As he neared you, though, he spotted the signs of fear your body displayed that your words did not. Your hands and arms were trembling, your shoulders were slumped, your face was completely pale, sweat dotted all over your forehead despite it not being a hot day, tears were slowly spilling from your eyes one by one, your chest was moving unevenly as you struggled to breathe properly.

“Baby, c’mere.” Corpse didn’t hesitate to gather you in his arms. Holding you so tenderly against him. That’s when he felt that it was more than just your arms and hands that were trembling, your entire body had a slight shake to it. He knew you were experiencing true terror in that moment.

-

The time between your banged up car getting placed onto a tow truck and arriving back at your apartment felt like a blur.

You’d just gotten off the phone with your insurance provider when you’d heard Corpse.

“Are you in any pain?”

"What?” You’d heard him perfectly but you hadn’t once thought about how this had affected you physically.

“Are you in any pain?” He repeated himself.

“I’m not sure.” And you weren’t, but the paramedics had said that adrenaline would be coursing through you right now and adrenaline was the biggest distraction from pain. “I’m gonna go have a shower.”

“Okay.” Corpse watched you with concerned eyes until you disappeared behind your bathroom door. He so badly wanted to help, wanted to make you feel better, break you out of this state you were in that he was so not used to.

-

You didn’t know how much time you’d spent in the shower. But it was long enough that the sky had grown darker and the moon had replaced the sun by the time you emerged. Once you’d gotten dressed, you made slow steps towards your bedroom. Your hands were trembling more violently than before and your breathing was speeding up.

The shock was finally wearing off and reality was getting ready to slap you hard across the face.

“Corpse...” Your voice was so silent, almost as if you couldn’t form a word due to the air that seemed harder and harder to breathe as a panic attack started to take control of you.

Corpse might not have even heard you had he not been on such high alert for you right now. But he was, and so he did he hear you and when he saw the state you were in, he instantly got up from his spot on your bed where he was waiting for you and was wrapping you up tight.

You were hyperventilating so dangerously, your heart felt like it was being encased in treacherous clouds that tightened with every intake of air you struggled to get.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had cried this way. You were breaking down.

Corpse was completely holding you up. Had it not been for him, you would be a crumbled heap on the floor.

-

The both of you didn’t sleep that night.

Every time you were close to drifting off, the crash would replay in your mind on an insufferable loop and you would jolt awake and the panic would restart all over.

And every time, Corpse was right there to hold you through it. He didn’t sleep due to how concerned he was about you.

-

The next day was a little easier mentally, but a lot harder physically. You’d gotten so much emotion out the night before that now the pain could have your attention.

Everything from your hips up felt sore, stiff and tense. Every time you moved your neck was scary because it felt like it was about to snap. But worst of all was your chest. It was hard and painful to breathe. The paramedics had warned you about this. The impact to your chest was going to take the longest to recover from. You kept your breathing shallow, any other kind of breathing made you wince and Corpse noticed.

“You’re hurting.” It wasn’t a question, he was stating what he noticed. He’d known the signs of someone in pain. Plus he had also taken note of the bruises that had appeared on your skin, the colouring of them looking like a painting of a galaxy, all purple and blue. 

“A little bit.”

“Mhm.” He knew it was more than a little bit, but he wasn’t about to argue with you. He looked over you laying beside him, grateful that you were still here, you were alive. A car could be replaced, but you could not.

You were flat on your back because that was really only the current position that felt even the tiniest bit comfortable right now. Corpse was on his side, one of his hands supporting his head as he leaned over you. His other hand began to soothingly run his fingers through your hair and you let your eyes flutter close at the touch.

“Tired?”

“Yeah.” You mumbled back, keeping your eyes shut and feeling exhaustion take over you.

“Try sleeping, baby. I’ll be right here.”