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whumpbug · 4 months ago

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I don't know if you're taking oc asks at the moment (if not feel free to disregard this) but I'm curious about Scotch and Calliope. Questions: - How did Gene and Cassidy meet their respective horses? And how long ago? - Did they name their horses? Or did they already have their names? (And if they named them, why'd Cassidy pick "Scotch" and why'd Gene pick "Calliope"?) - How do Scotch and Calliope both react when their people are in distress and/or pain? - What kind of relationships do the horses have with each other's partners? Does Calliope get along with Cassidy? Does Scotch get along with Gene? - Does Gene actually call Calliope Calliope most of the time or does he have a billion and one pet names for her like a tiny dog owner

ANON HELLO!!!! THESE QUESTIONS OMGGG IVE BEEN WANTING AN EXCUSE TO TALK ABOUT THE HORSE STUFF MORE THANK U SO MUCH!!! (and yes i am always taking oc asks!!!!)

so for anybody confused, scotch and calliope are the horses of my silly cowboys, and you can see what they look like here

long post incoming! ｡(^▽^)ゞ

how did gene and cassidy meet their respective horses? and how long ago?

gene bought calliope from a small stable a few towns over when she was a lot younger. he was in the market for a new horse after his previous one (a feisty little tennessee walker named sarsaparilla) got too old to continue riding. he saw her and was immediately drawn to her. he got her when he was 25 and he's 28 so 3 years ago!

cassidy fully just plucked scotch from the wild and broke him in himself. this was a common practice to save money back then, but it was a HELL of a lot more work and cassidy took a LONG time taming and breaking in scotch (as i mentioned in my story about his. unfortunate encounter with scotch's kicking instincts). cassidy tamed scotch when he was 24 so also 3 years ago!

did they name their horses? or did they already have their names? (and if they named them, why'd cassidy pick "scotch" and why'd gene pick "calliope"?)

so they both named their horses!

gene picked calliope because he was seeing a girl at the time (omg gene lore drop. he is still on good terms with this girl guys but they obviously not together anymore) that was very into greek mythology and had him reading some of the myths too. he just found calliope to be a very pretty name, and calliope's whinnies and neighs are,, strangely melodic, so calliope fit like a glove!

cassidy's naming story is simple. he got very drunk one night. sobbed about how much he loves scotch whisky. looked at his horse and decided then and there that it must be named after such a magnificent drink.

how do scotch and calliope both react when their people are in distress and/or pain?

calliope is a very gentle, sweet girl. if she senses gene is in distress, she'll usually huff softly or whinny or stamp her feet quietly. she'd never been one to make a big fuss, but she is definitely acutely aware of when her rider is Not okay. sometimes, gene hugs her and she'll gently nibble his hair or coat, or rest her head on his shoulder, all her little signs of affection.

scotch is well-meaning, but a little rougher with it. while scotch is a relatively well-trained horse, he has been known to buck cassidy off on more than one occasion. when this happens, he'll often go right up to cassidy and shove his snout into his face or chest, or try to nibble at his cheek. this is way of sort of saying "i'm sorry" but also. its not very helpful. still, cassidy finds it endearing and lets him.

what kind of relationships do the horses have with each other's partners? does calliope get along with cassidy? does scotch get along with gene?

OOOOOUH THIS IS A FUN QUESTION

calliope is a sweetheart to quite literally everyone. a lot of people ask gene to borrow her to help teach their kids to ride because she is just SO well mannered, and cassidy is no exception. she gets very excited to see him because it usually means scotch is close by (they have a crush on eachother, naturally) but also because she just likes new faces! she also likes cassidy's longer hair because she gets to nibble it, and cassidy almost always lets her.

now gene and scotch is a bit funnier. scotch is a feisty guy, we know this. he and cassidy have a turbulent relationship and scotch often will disobey him. however. with gene, scotch is the most polite, well-behaved gelding you've ever seen. this pisses cassidy off to NO end. gene takes a sort of smug pride in it. its like when your kid is perfectly behaved with the babysitter, but a MENACE with you. gene makes sure to rub it in cassidy's face, always.

does gene actually call calliope calliope most of the time or does he have a billion and one pet names for her like a tiny dog owner?

gene has probably only called calliope calliope about 4 times total (directly at her). some frequent fliers are:

baby

sweetheart / sweetie

girl

calli / cal

my precious girl

my sweet baby

my perfect girl

pretty girl

sweet girl

my sweet darlin'

the most common however is just "darlin'" (these are all said under his breath and murmured so no one else can hear. he does have a reputation, after all.)

anon thank you so much for taking an interest in my guys' horses. they are so special to me. i love animals so much and their relationships with their horses is so special to me UGH this was so fun!!!!

#ask answered #oc questions #gene and cassidy #horse and rider #not whump

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as-above-so-below-story · 3 years ago

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16. Familiar Faces in Strange Places

Series: Fullmetal Alchemist ( Brotherhood ) Word count: 3,242 Warning: None

A/N: omggg we’re finally getting into the more plot relevant stuff lol IM SO EXCITED TO BE AT THIS ARC IN MY STORY. It’s v important. Also Leo is baby we love him. also theres a major shoutout to 03 in this lol anyways bye

Rolling fields of sweet wheat grass dancing in the wind, warmed by a sun that hung overhead. She could feel the breeze against her face; gentle, like a soft hand caressing her cheeks. It reminded her of her mom.

Kijo didn’t know where she was, nor did she know… Who she was. It was like she was a simple observer, the body she was in moving on its own. She could hear humming. Pale hands that contrasted against a deep burgundy dress, fingers moving nimbly with a needle and a thread. Kijo felt an odd sense of deja vu as her vision moved around. Once to observe a bird, singing in the distance. Another to find joy in spider that crawled along her hand. A stream rolled by quietly and the sun glimmered against the water. The deja vu only grew stronger – had she been here before?

The sound of footsteps crunching through the grass caught Kijo’s attention but she wasn’t in control. The gaze remained on the black fabric. There was a chuckle.

“I was wondering when you might show.”

Kijo could feel a presence behind them and her curiosity screamed at the person to turn so she could see. Another voice,

“What on Earth are you doing?”

Another sense of deja vu.

“It’s a secret,” gentle hands smoothed out the black fabric once more. A scoff met with a another chuckle, “ temper, temper~. Patience is a virtue.”

“Do you realize who you’re talking to?” Why… Was that voice so familiar? “ Asking for righteousness, from me? Do I need to remind you--”

“--‘that I’m the literal embodiment of Sin?’ Yes, perhaps you’ve mentioned it once or twice before.”

Silence. Kijo felt as though goosebumps would be trailing up her arms had she not been held captive in this dream. Or, perhaps, it wasn’t a dream. It felt like a memory.

“ There.” The hands held the fabric up as it was inspected, “ it’s all finished. Stop your fit and come here.”

The gaze turned and an extended hand reached forward, pushing back a tuff of green hair. Kijo felt her chest grow sharp as she saw a familiar pair of violet eyes.

Envy..?!

–

Kijo’s eyes snapped open and she found herself resting against the window of the train, staring at the hills as they rolled by. The sun was beginning to rise, and its golden yellow hue made the dew on the grass sparkle. It was inviting.

But her dream had left her deeply unsettled and the view did little to comfort that feeling. She lifted her head up to peer around the train cart. There were many like her, who had fallen asleep through the journey of the night. Others were already awake, preoccupied with a book or newspaper. She looked to Leo who sat across from her and found he was also awake, dutifully sharpening a small knife on a block of novaculite. He glanced up at her and grinned,

“Morning.”

Kijo yawned.

“G’morning.”

“You drool in your sleep, y’know.”

Kijo’s face flushed as she wiped at her chin, looking away incredulously,

“Man, I just woke up, show me some mercy…”

“Well, you woke up just in time.” Leo flipped his knife shut and shoved it in his pocket, pointing out towards the window, “ we’re just about to Dublith.”

Kijo turned over her shoulder and looked, finding he was right; they passed by a large sign with the towns name on it, and she could see a cluster of various buildings off in the distance. Kijo felt a smile come to her face and for the first time… She finally felt safe.

She was on her feet in an instant, swinging around her seat to rush to the door. Leo yelled something after her but she didn’t care – she swung the door open and felt the wind whip at her face and her ears blared when the train whistled, but none of it mattered. She was here. She was safe. She was free. And the frightful Autumn chill that bit at her nose and ringing in her ears only further proved that.

The train rolled into the station and came to a halt, and by the time Leo had made it to the door, Kijo was already down the steps and looking around. The station was much smaller than the one back in Central City. She saw friends being reunited, men returning from long trips into the city, and lone travelers stretching in the morning sun. It felt right.

“Alright, my grandma doesn’t live very far from here. We should get walking.”

Kijo turned over to smile at Leo and nodded,

“ Okay!” -

“Whoa… This house is so cute..!”

It was further out from the town, but Leo was right, the walk wasn’t long; you could make it from one side of the town to the other in about 20 minutes on foot. It reminded her of her home town, back in her world, and a pang of homesick queasiness hit her stomach. She brushed it off, focusing instead on the beautiful cottage like home that loomed over them.

“Would you believe it’s been around since the early 1800’s? The mayor wanted to buy it and knock it down, but Grandma wouldn’t let him. Said there was too much history here.” Leo grinned as he walked up the gravel path to the front door. He lifted up the welcome mat on the porch and fished out a golden key, and Kijo couldn’t help but feel that she could never just leave a key to her front door in such an obvious hiding spot, back at her old place. Suddenly, she felt a wave of guilt.

Man, Julie is probably furious that rent is so late...

The house was warm and hit Kijo right in her bones; you could always rely on old ladies to keep their houses heated. Leo called out to his grandma as he walked through the house, leaving Kijo to hover in the entrance way. There was a large set of oak stairs to her right, and there were tons of framed photographs decorating the walls. A vase full of fresh flowers scented the room. It was a stark difference from Leo’s barren apartment.

“Kijo, come here!”

She walked forward, pausing only to stare at a photograph of a young, blond boy. He was missing a tooth, his playful personality evidenced by the mischievous smile on his face, and Kijo giggled as she recognized it as a younger Leo. She entered into what must have been the kitchen and she took in its beautiful dark cabinets and glass panels before her eyes finally fell on Leo. Beside him, an older woman in a wheelchair. Kijo froze.

“Kijo, this is my grandmother, Dante.”

Her jaw dropped as she approached the older woman, unable to believe her eyes; her gray hair was strewn up in a bun and she was warmed by a purple shawl. Her eyes were a hazy blue, dimmed by cataracts, and stared forward seemingly vacant. She was the spitting image of the woman Kijo knew from the first animated show of Fullmetal Alchemist.

But there’s no way, Kijo’s gaze softened as Leo placed a gentle hand on his grandmothers head, brushing back loose strands of silver. What a funny coincidence.

“ Hello Dante, it’s nice to meet you!”

Dante’s gaze finally settled on Kijo’s face, and the older woman gasped, bringing a frail hand to her mouth,

“ My, you haven’t aged one bit!”

Kijo froze. Her and Leo offered perturbed glances before Leo laughed,

“Grandma, this is Kijo! You haven’t met her before.”

“ Ah...” Dante’s face dropped as she looked back towards the ground. Leo offered Kijo an apologetic smile before he crouched down beside his grandmother, placing his hands on her wheelchair,

“Grandma, we’re going to run to town for a little bit, okay? I know you need groceries, do you know what you need or do you need me to make you a list?”

Dante was silent. Leo waited a moment before he sighed and stood to full height. He stepped towards the kitchen, signaling Kijo to follow after,

“I’ll explain it all later. Let me just get an idea of what she needs from the store, and we can head into town for a bit.”

Kijo nodded and as Leo turned to start looking through the cabinets, she looked over her shoulder in Dante’s direction.

She felt a chill run up her spine when she found the older woman staring at her.

–

“ I’m really sorry.”

The morning excursion had gone rather quickly. Leo was quite strategic at shopping, moving through the aisles at a pace that Kijo struggled to keep up with. Although, she was prone to distraction, so she would often turn around and find him gone and have to run around the store until she spotted his mop of blond hair again.

They were seated at a cafe now. Kijo was delightfully chugging down a creamy vanilla latte, so she’d almost missed his apology.

“Hm? Cause I kept losing you in the store? Don’t be, I have the brain of a gold fish.”

Leo snorted,

“ No, not that.”

Kijo leaned back and stared at Leo, pensively. What did he mean? He suddenly had a mischievous smile on his face and he resembled that child in the photo Kijo had seen earlier. His eyes fleeted up behind her and her heart skipped a beat – but as she turned, she was met with one of the cafe members, bashfully holding a plate with a piece of cake on it.

“Happy birthday!”

Kijo was silent as the plate was set in front of her. It was amazing looking – decadent, fluffy red velvet with buttercream frosting and shaved chunks of chocolate. There was a dark red candle sticking out of it, the fire pulsating as it ate at the wick. Kijo was completely in awe. She didn’t even hear the chorus of voices singing happy birthday to her.

“ Running a knife shop doesn’t make me a lot of money, so I couldn’t afford the whole thing,” Leo grinned at her. “but hey! Happy birthday!”

He did this… For me?

“ Oh, hey, the wax is gonna melt all over it if you don’t make a wish!”

Kijo glanced up at Leo before she leaned forward,

A wish?

She thought for a moment before she smiled,

I wish for everything to be okay.

The other patrons clapped happily after she blew out the candle and turned back to their conversations. The air was suddenly lighter, cheerier; Kijo plucked the candle from the cake and happily dug her fork in.

“Man, this looks so good! Do you want a bite?”

“I told myself I wasn’t going to, but...” Leo watched as Kijo popped a forkful of the cake into her mouth, laughing when her eyes widened and she loudly hummed, “ I guess I have to now!”

Within minutes, it was gone, and Kijo sipped at her coffee to wash it down. She wasn’t sure if the warmth in her chest was from her drink, or from Leo’s kind gesture. How he had even known that red velvet was her favorite was beyond her – a lucky guess, she supposed. But as she watched him chat with a neighboring table, she came to realize why she felt so safe around Leo.

He makes me think of my dad.

Not as old, sure – but their appearances were strikingly similar. Messy blond hair and bright eyes. He even laughed the same way. Her dad was the type to take the shirt off his back if someone needed it more and she felt Leo was the same way. Suddenly, her eyes began burning and she set down her coffee.

Ugh, no way, am I seriously going to start crying right here?

Kijo got up in a hurry, muttering something about the bathroom before she moved through the cafe. The door to the restroom creaked as she pushed it open and she rushed to the sink. The tears were rolling down her cheeks now.

“Damn it, Kijo, get yourself together...” She mumbled, wiping pitifully at her eyes. She hated how she looked when she cried. Her face got puffy and swollen and God, did she snot up quick – but she couldn’t help it. The events leading up to that moment had been so much, and the last thing she could handle thinking about was how much she missed her fucking dad.

Kijo shuddered out an exhale as she turned the sink on, running her hands under the cool water. Later, she would let herself cry. Later, she would feel bad for herself. As for now, she would compose herself and be a big girl.

The cool water grounded her as she splashed it against her face and she could feel the sob in her chest begin to fade. Of course, the damage was already done – her eyes were going to look puffy for the remainder of the afternoon, she was sure. She splashed a couple more handfuls of cold water against her skin for good measure before she straightened herself up and sighed.

“ I found you. “

Kijo whipped around. She thought she was alone in the bathroom – and she most certainly was. But that was definitely Envy’s voice she’d heard.

Kijo trembled as she leaned against the sink and she attempted to calm herself down,

“ You’re so fucked up now you’re hearing shit? God, woman, get it under control,” she chastised herself. But there was a hint of doubt in her voice – she hovered by the door and glanced over her shoulder one final time before she left the bathroom. Kijo’s blood pulsed in her ears, muffling the noises of the cafe. Leo was waiting at the table, their plates and mugs cleared, and he immediately looked concerned when he saw her,

“Hey, you feeling alright? Did that cake make you sick?”

“No, no, I’m fine,” Kijo waved her hands. She stooped down to pick up some of the bags, “I’d like it if we left, though.”

Leo was on his feet in an instant,

“That’s fine. We should really be getting this stuff to my grandma’s, anyways.”

Kijo nodded as she looked around the cafe. But she didn’t recognize any faces, and there certainly wasn’t anyone watching her. She swallowed down her doubt and entered out onto the street with Leo, their bags in tow.

She wanted to tell him. God, she wanted to tell him everything. Maybe if she spilled her guts, the burden of this entire situation could be split with someone she felt actually gave a shit about her – but there was that doubt in her mind that he would believe her, so she kept her mouth shut.

It’s already enough that he’s babysitting you, she thought solemnly.

They had finally made their way through the busy streets, finding the quieter road that lead up towards his grandma. Leo watched Kijo for a moment.

“ Oh, I forgot. I should probably give you the run down on my grandma.”

Kijo perked her head up. Finally, something to pull her out of her head. She looked up at Leo as they walked, her eyes urging him to keep talking,

“ So, she’s old.”

“ I… I didn’t want to say anything, but I sorta had a hunch.”

Leo laughed,

“No, like, I’m talking ancient. The poor thing is 94 and losing her mind. The doctor says its ‘dementia’.”

Kijo frowned,

“That’s… Awful, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Surprisingly, she’s always in a good mood. But shes prone to fits. She has paranoid delusions a lot, and once she gets going, its really hard to get her to stop. She has pills she’s supposed to take but she’s really stubborn.”

Kijo was silent as Leo spoke. She herself knew how that went – it sounded a lot like her great grandma, who had just skirted 100 that year.

“I come out to visit her and make sure she’s got everything she needs, and her neighbors keep an eye on her, so it’s not too bad. But some days are obviously harder than others.” Leo looked up towards the sky and Kijo’s gaze followed. A flock of crows flew overhead. Kijo watched as they disappeared into the horizon.

“ My grandma is a lot like that,” Kijo’s eyes fell to the ground as they walked, shifting a bundle of bags from one hand to the other. “She was a really fiery, stubborn lady, too – but now she just spends all her time watching I Dream Of Genie reruns.”

“I dream of – huh?”

Kijo jerked up. That’s right, they didn’t have anything like that. She quickly changed the focus,

“Do you have any siblings that come and visit her, too?”

“No, I was an only child.”

“How about your mom or dad?”

Leo suddenly came to a stop. Kijo was caught off guard and the weight of the groceries almost threw her forward as she skidded to a halt. She turned back to look at him, feeling that maybe she shouldn’t have asked that question.

“They’re… Both dead.”

Kijo’s mouth went dry and her cheeks burned as Leo began walking forward again.

“I.. I shouldn’t have asked, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, you didn’t know.” Leo glanced away for a moment, letting the air thicken with silence before he spoke again, “ my father was a blacksmith and brought home the flu that was going around.”

That’s right, there’d been an endemic in this version of the show, hadn’t there? That’s what had killed Ed and Al’s mom. It felt very reminiscent of the Spanish Flu from her world.

“It took both of them out. Guess metal work really wears on your lungs, huh? And my mom – she was so distraught over my father, she didn’t have the strength to fight it. The doctors said it was the flu. I think it was her broken heart.”

Ah, the tears were coming again. Kijo turned away as they continued to walk, her lower lip trembling. She just couldn’t imagine loving someone so much, that you would die from a broken heart if you lost them. She knew this world was notorious for heart break and that, should she let anyone get close, there would be a lot of trials and tribulations to face. Especially given her current predicament. But...

If I come to love anyone in this world, I’ll fight to keep them in my life, no matter what.

“Anyways,” Leo laughed, “man! I didn’t mean to kill the mood. I just brought that all up because I wanted to ask you to be gentle with my grandma.”

“ Of course! “ Kijo snapped around, looking at him with teary eyes, “and if you want, I’ll cook for her, and I’ll help clean the house! I’m not looking for a free ride here – so let me help you, okay?”

Leo was stunned by Kijo’s sudden proclamation. Ah, he hated seeing girls cry – besides, her face was filled with determination and he figured she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Leo noticed the color in her skin and slowly, he gave her a smile. He sighed in faux exasperation and reached forward with his free hand, patting her head,

“Alright, alright, don’t lose your head. Wanna cook dinner tonight then?”

“Absolutely!”

#ajsdklasdsa posted this on the wrong blorb oops #anyways

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makeste · 4 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 279: Here Comes the Airplane

Previously on BnHA: Gigantomachia gathered up the rest of the League and headed off to go help Tomura. Also he is now 80 feet tall. The heroes were all, “whoa this guy is really big, we should probably stop him and maybe even devote an entire chapter or two just to that,” and so they sent three whole people after him, which sadly is pretty much the exact sort of strategy I’ve come to expect from them by this point. Anyway so Mt. Lady tried to hold Machia off but kept getting flung aside, and Kamui Woods tried to catch him but was set on fire by Dabi who is just having way too good of a time setting all of the flammable heroes on fire today, and Midnight tried to put him to sleep but Compress threw a bunch of debris at her and so she fell like 80 feet. The chapter ended with Midnight being all “fuck this” and calling Momo, who ordered the rest of the child soldier squad into action as Machia approached. I’m not really sure what they’re gonna do, but I honestly don’t really care, because it’s Momo, and so, YES.

Today on BnHA: U.A.’s first-year hero students, who apparently had nine hours to prepare their battleground instead of the fifteen seconds we had all assumed, launch a complex multi-staged assault which is actually really fucking impressive because these kids are actually awesome. First they pin Machia down in one of Honenuki’s mud pits, and then they take turns making impassioned attempts to take out the other League members chilling out on Machia’s back. Unfortunately none of these attempts work because of Dabi, who’s working overtime while the rest of the League sits around shooting down each other’s escape plans. Basically a lot of stuff gets set on fire, and then the chapter ends with Mt. Lady pinning Machia to the ground while MINA, YES, MINA, charges at him covered in acid like some sort of video game boss that you need some kind of specific item to defeat. DID YOU KNOW YESTERDAY WAS MINA’S BIRTHDAY YOU GUYS. Anyway so this chapter is basically pandemonium from start to finish, and it’s great. It is a RUMPUS, y'all. A STRAIGHT UP HULLABALOO.

IS IT MOMO LOVIN’ HOURS I THINK IT IS, YOU GUYS. ARE YOU EXCITED. I AM EXCITED

but first, the color page we were promised, in celebration of Six Whole Years Of This Bullshit!!

oh god oh god so much to love so little time

some of the rowdier characters are making MULTIPLE APPEARANCES IN THIS SHITSHOW, including Kaminari who appears to be in a record-setting THREE of these! who exactly was taking all of these pictures, and why are they so obsessed with him. also how many of these are going to be used as evidence in the latest Kami Traitor Theory posts and is it too early for me to get mad about it

“WE INVITED ENDEAVOR AND HAWKS TO OUR ‘BEING FANCY ON THE COLOR PAGE’ PARTY, EVEN THOUGH THEY’RE NOT U.A. STUDENTS OR FACULTY. WE JUST FELT LIKE IT.” listen that is fine, y’all don’t have to explain yourselves to me

Mirko however is not here, I assume because if she was, Horikoshi would have forgotten to draw all the rest of the characters again. she’s too powerful

Midnight is so sexy I don’t even ksdfnkl

ALL MIGHT LOOKING HAPPY GIVES ME THE STRENGTH I NEED TO MAKE IT THROUGH THE REST OF THIS WEEK. YOUR SMILE IS THE MVP

Cementoss’s face is the runner-up MVP and one of the greatest things I’ve seen in my life

half the people here seem to be attempting to flirt with whoever is taking the pictures. I am starting to suspect that the culprit is Momo. change my mind

for some reason I am really shocked to see Endeavor getting his drink on. and he’s literally the only one, too

Bakugou’s half-assed I SAID NO PAPARAZZI skills are no match for Tamaki’s legendary “I WILL LITERALLY DIE IF YOU CAPTURE ME ON FILM” abilities

I literally didn’t notice Deku until like three quarters of the page in. he sure does blend right in there

Tokoyami is approximately 97.3% done and ticking EVER CLOSER to full 100% doneness, and when that happens even I can’t tell you what is going to go down

do I even need to mention how sexy Aizawa’s hair is. apparently I do

SERIOUSLY THOUGH CEMENTOSS’S FACE

anyway, so that was nice! NOW ON TO THE MOMOLOVIN’

and we begin with FIRST YEAR CLASS B HONENUKI “MUDMAN” JUZOU just LAYIN’ SOME TRAPS IN THE WOODS, as one does

oh my freaking god Tokage

somehow her quirk didn’t freak me out quite this much the last time we saw her. she is really something. has she always had shark teeth

also WHERE IS MONOMA’S GROUP. I immediately want to know!! is he with the Shouto group? or is there yet ANOTHER student group we don’t know about? what would they even be doing

or did Horikoshi actually get three quarters of the way through writing this arc and then suddenly slap his forehead as he realized that if Monoma just casually copied Machia’s powers he would either DIE IMMEDIATELY or else become SUPER STRONG and also grow 80 feet tall and this would suddenly be a very different battle with the scales tipping decidedly in the heroes’ favor. and so he had to quickly write him out of the battle in this very half-assed way

anyway, so while I ponder that, Tokage is peeking the top of her head out over the trees and staring at Machia who is, you guessed it, still heading right their way! just like he’s been doing pretty much this entire time

and now there’s a whole page of reaction panels you guys. this is why Horikoshi tries to avoid these massive Endgame-style battles with every single hero known to man participating. hopefully we won’t have too many of these. like I mean thank you for the roll call and all but I’d like to get to the action now

Mineta of all people is stealing this entire page with that expression though. he is not fucking around. this is twice in as many chapters that he’s been a page-stealing face-making champ. dare I hope this could be the start of a new niche for him? lord knows it would be so much better than the old niche

also this page is just sweatdrops galore. these kids are so nervous. MANGA GODS PLEASE KEEP THEM SAFE, although I’m honestly not too worried about them compared to the adults. I’m sure I should be, but I just am not

all right so now Momo is explaining what those little canisters are!

okay but someone please explain to me how it is that they had time to stop and lay all of these traps?? not just Honenuki’s, but Mineta’s and what looks like some of Shiozaki’s work as well?? did Machia just STOP MOVING for like five whole minutes all of a sudden for no reason at all? while they were all sitting out here saying things like “with that speed...”? ????? ????????

also lol wtf. “we’re gonna have to make him eat it.” I still have no idea what their plan is, but it’s getting more entertaining by the minute I’ll say that much

okay so Momo says that if they can get him to swallow just one of these, then that should be enough to put him to sleep. oh my god this chapter is going to be AMAZING isn’t it

meanwhile Mineta is worrying about Midnight. I swear to god if they turn this into something where he’s only worried because she’s hot, I will take one of these canisters and shove it right up his...

okay good, Mina’s reassuring him that it’s gonna be okay, and then we’re just cutting to Machia stampeding in with Mt. Lady and Kamui still clinging to him

WHAT THE HELL ARE THESE GUYS EVEN DOING

“we’ll just stand here adjacent to him and just kind of watch as he rushes straight at the children.” someone help me, I’m having difficulty finding a synonym for “useless” that carries the full amount of emphasis I want to place on it right now. this requires a degree of language the human race is not yet capable of

OH SNAP

THEY GOT HIM YEAHHHHH

OH DANG, FOR REAL THOUGH!!

ngl, for a brief spiteful moment I was disappointed he hadn’t actually fallen on them :/

and they’re still JUST STANDING THERE, I CAN'T EVEN?? we’re getting to the point where I honestly think actual civilians might have been of more use in this situation

YESSSSS

TIME TO FIND OUT HOW MANY TENTH GRADERS GIGANTOMACHIA CAN TAKE IN A FIGHT

also, sorry to keep harping on this, but the juxtaposition of that earlier panel with all of the fully grown and experienced pros just standing in dumb awe, immediately followed by this panel of BRAVE BUT DETERMINED CHILDREN CHARGING IN AND YELLING “GO GO GO”, is just... it really is something. shit. if I was the HPSC and this was what I had to work with, I too might have seriously considered fudging a few age requirements in hopes of finding someone who could actually get the fucking job done

also what the hell is going on down there with Shishida and Satou and that third person? what are those Blackwhip-looking things?? I’m confused

ohhhhh no

Shiozaki is about to be sent flying through the air courtesy of her own hair vines omg

OH NO WAIT THE THREE TOUGH GUYS ARE STOPPING HIM. AHHH THE LAST ONE WAS KENDOU AHHHH

I still can’t figure out what the hell those are though lol. did Momo make some steel cables?? I feel like Machia would be able to break just about any kind of rope or chain they could concoct just by sheer brute strength alone

ah fuck

DON’T YOU GUYS GO RUINING THIS FOR ME!! THEY’VE GOT A GOOD THING GOING HERE, LET THEM HAVE THEIR FUN!!

although I do appreciate how they’re all “U.A.!!” in kind of this “oh shit, these guys we actually have to worry about” sort of tone lol

this look on Toga’s face is a bit concerning! well but Deku and Ochako aren’t here though, so I wonder who she’s gonna fight if it comes to that. huh

(ETA: seriously, does anyone have any idea what Toga is planning cuz I sure don’t.)

Shouji and Ojiro, who I might remind you are normal people with no enhanced physical abilities aside from extra appendages, appear to have somehow circled all the way around to Machia’s back and are now climbing up oh shit

oh and Aoyama’s there too! -- is Shouji carrying him omg

he’s using him as a human ray gun omggg. this is the most delightful thing I’ve ever witnessed

NOW SOMETHING IS BEING SHOT AT THE LEAGUE AND DABI’S STARING AT IT ALL “>:(” AND I’M PRETTY SURE THIS THING, WHATEVER IT IS, IS ABOUT TO BE SET ON FIRE, LET’S SEE

lds;afksjdl;fkj WERE THOSE JIROU’S EARJACKS??!!

okay you know what fuck you Dabi. you think it’s funny to set a little girl’s ears on fire?! don’t expect any sympathy from me when Aoyama lasers you in the face

WELL I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING BUT THEY’RE SHOOTING WHAT LOOK LIKE A BUNCH OF LITTLE TAMBOURINES AT HIM NOW

I ASSUME THEY ARE NOT ACTUALLY TAMBOURINES, BUT I REALLY DON’T KNOW, IT’S NOT LIKE THEY HANDED OUT THE RULE BOOK TO THIS THING AHEAD OF TIME

[HUGE EXAGGERATED GASPING SOUNDS]

oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my

OH MY GOD AND YANAGI THREW THEM WITH HER POLTERGEIST QUIRK!??

I DON’T KNOW WHAT THIS “ACK?!!” IS AND IT’S REALLY BUMMING ME OUT, BECAUSE THIS CAME WITHIN INCHES OF BEING THE COOLEST FUCKING COMBINATION I’VE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!?!?

(ETA: it would have laid them all flat in seconds. Kaminari is to be feared you guys.)

NO!!!!!

it is sincerely frustrating to me watching the League carelessly toss aside all of their painstakingly accumulated goodwill from the MVA arc in the span of just a few short pages. hey Compress, you think it’s cool to hurl a bunch of rocks at my six-and-a-half-year-old son?? I hope someone rips that cool robot arm off and uses it to punch you in the dick

here comes Sero!! and how are you going to die, Sero

what in the

did he just... sneeze them all into space

okay but hear me out, what if Shouda absorbed that impact. SHOUDA YOUR TIME HAS FINALLY COME. CLASS 1-B’S ASCENT TO GLORY

(ETA: watch this space!! Shouda is here for a reason mark my words.)

meanwhile on Machia’s back, Dabi is soliloquying about Machia’s quirk while his arm is doing... something

please forgive me for not being able to drum up any sympathy for poor Dabi’s arms right about now. quit trying to set all my kids on fire

wait whaaaaat lol

so I scrolled back up to the previous page, and... that was fire?? lord help me why am I still so terrible at being able to tell when Horikoshi is drawing fire as opposed to just air randomly whooshing through trees. I have really got to memorize that foossh sound effect

so can Gigantomachia just BREATHE FIRE now?? or was ALL OF THAT Dabi??? if it was the latter then at least he had the decency to wait until all of the kids got blown out of range before setting the whole forest aflame to keep them back. I’ll admit it, that was thoughtful of him as far as villain power moves go

OHO BUT YOU CAN’T COUNT MOMO OUT JUST LIKE THAT!!

AND NOW EVERYTHING AROUND THEM IS EXPLODING AHHHHHH DID YOU GUYS SET LANDMINES, BAKUGOU WOULD BE SO PROUD

once again I have to ask myself exactly how much prep time they had here. Horikoshi would have you think it was mere seconds, but that clearly cannot be the case?? maybe they set some of these up beforehand to catch any stray villains trying to flee the area?

lmao Spinner’s all “wait why doesn’t he just dig his way out”, because apparently Machia can tunnel himself under the ground. but Compress is all “um because we would die” and Spinner is all “oh right”

though I gotta say, it’s not like they’re that much better off as things are now, either. pinned down in the woods surrounded by fire and explosives. definitely a conundrum

oh snap Compress has realized that their presence is holding Machia back. don’t tell me Machia is gonna head off on his own and leave the rest of the League to square off with the kids

YOOOOOO HOLY SHIT THE HEROES ACTUALLY DID SOMETHING

there you go, League! free cannon fodder to get you all pumped and confident again!

DKFJLSDKJ

PLEASE LET THIS BE THE ACTUAL TRANSLATION OH MY GOD. THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE LINE IN ANYTHING AHHHH

“I’m leaving it to you, U.A.’s youngsters!” yeah, you and everyone else. ah well, can’t deny they get the job done

OH MMKJKYYYY GODDDDDDJJK

MINA COATED HERSELF IN ACID AND IS RUNNING AT GIGANTOMACHIA AND IS SHE ALSO ON FIRE??!?! SHE’S JUST RUNNING AT HIM LIKE A BIG OL’ FIERY BLOB???! QUEEN MINA???!! FIRE IS NOT HER WEAKNESS???! MINA??!! IS AIRPLANE?!??!!?!? MINAAAAAAA

holy fucking shit this whole arc is just one big Arc Of Ladies Getting To Do Stuff and I am 1000% living for it. THIS ARC IS MY FAMILY. I WOULD DIE FOR IT AND LEAVE EVERYTHING TO IT IN MY WILL. ahhhhhhhhhh

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years ago

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Awaken

Kinktober Day 4 ~ kink: bondage, praise

pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: smut, cursing

word count: 4,707

a/n: happy two month anniversary lovelies!!!!! we been here a full ass 60 days OMGGG well, have some shouto smut because we all know I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!! anyways sorry for yet another late upload, I got into a deep conversation with my roomie when I wasnt yet done with this

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Todoroki Shouto was an intriguing man.

When you first met him five years ago, in high school, you would have never thought you were going to be friends. He was rather cold, aloof, and sometimes rude. No amount of attractiveness could make that up to you, so you were hardly what you would consider friends.

Even after Shouto seemed to begin to overcome some of his demons. You were turned off by the idea of being his friend that you spent the rest of the first semester uncaring. You had no opinions for the powerful boy.

It wasn’t until he apologized to you during the summer training camp. An apology that caught you off guard, did you finally think you could become friends.

You two were fast friends at that too! Shouto and you had your own respective friend groups in your first year. But two times a week the two of you would eat lunch together.

So it went. The next two years of U.A. were incredible, the two of you helping each other out with areas of weakness. The areas you lacked in, Shouto excelled in, and vice versa. So it was no wonder the two of you were always paired up to spar.

It wasn’t until the third year when you sat with your entire class around you, did something happen. You and Shouto were having your own conversation outside of the one the class was having. Your hands shoving a grinning Shouto whenever he said something annoying.

“You guys are fucking disgusting,” Bakugou’s irritated voice snapped at the two of you during a moment of silence. Everyone was staring at the two of you, and Shouto and you were nonetheless wiser to it. “We’re trying to fucking eat here, could you for one damn minute stop fucking flirting?!”

Your cheeks flushed red.

Shouto stilled next to you.

Your eyes flashed over to Mina and Hagakure who were gaping. The girls were your closest friends here. You knew that those two, in particular, liked Shouto still. Which was why you never made a move, why you denied your feelings for Shouto for two years now.

“Oh my god, Kacchan!” Midoriya’s snickering voice sent everyone’s attention to the green-haired boy. He was sitting next to Bakugou. “No one says anything when you flirt with—“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP SHIT-KU!” Bakugou raged sending the conversation into a whole new tangent.

You and Shouto, however, stayed silent next to each other. Refusing to look at one another.

At the end of the day, you packed your bags, talking with Mina who was waiting for you to walk back to the dorms. You pulled on your jacket and said your goodbyes to the last lingering classmates in the room. It was, for the most part, the old Dekusquad as they had been playing a card game. Because they didn’t want it to be with the entire class, they stayed in the classroom.

You enjoyed finishing your homework in the classroom. So Mina would stay here with you as she would hang out with Uraraka and Tsu in the meantime.

You and Mina chatted about today’s lessons, as most conversations went. Mina was not that confident in her understanding of things. It wasn’t to say she was stupid. In fact, if you excluded Momo who was, in fact, a genius. The difference between the two spots in class and Mina’s spot was a total of six wrong questions. Yes, everyone had dramatically improved over the years.

“You know, y/n-chan,” Mina said clasping her hands together. “If you like Todoroki-kun, you should go for it!”

You snap your head to the pink girl who was grinning at you, a knowing look on her face. “Mina, but you—“

“Nuh-uh, girl, we all see how the two of you act with each other. It’s disgusting and super cute!” Mina sighs, the romantic in her shining right now. “Toru-chan and I are in love with his face and body! That’s all! Have you ever seen us have an actual conversation with him?”

“Well, that’s because you two, even three years later, drool when he talks to you instead of responding back!” You laugh, trying to mask your discomfort. Shouto couldn’t like you, you knew that he liked someone in the class, and you figure it was Momo. Of course, it was the worst girl to have a crush on, but you understood why he would! Momo was amazing but super gay.

“Even if you never existed, if you never came to U.A., it wouldn’t have changed anything!” Mina insisted, her hands squishing your cheeks between her hands as she stared at you. The two of you stopped moving as your face flushed embarrassed looking down at the ground. “If you like Todoroki-kun, go for it!”

“Mina, he doesn’t even like me though!” You say with a sad smile, but Mina laughs so hard your eyes widen as she sinks to the ground in tears. “Mina!”

“Girl, you’re literally the only person in the entire world who calls him ‘Shouto-kun,’ and he likes it!” Mina gasps as she lies on the floor, a loopy grin on her face. “Hop on that dick, please!”

“Y/n-chan,” Shouto’s voice is distant. You shriek feeling as if you had gotten caught doing something dangerous. Mina gets off the floor and throws her arm around you as the two of you await Shouto.

Your eyes stare at Shouto who looks like he ran the entire time to catch up with you. His shirt partially untucked, his tie loose, and without his jacket, he stares at the two of you. Your hands trying to hide your burning cheeks.

“Could I take y/n from you, for a bit Ashido?” Shouto asks turning his attention to Mina who nodded.

“Remember, Todoroki-kun, y/n loves caramel chocolates!” Mina says with a nod before she grins, laughing and running away as you begin to squeak in embarrassment.

You reluctantly return your attention to Shouto who stares at you. His eyes swimming in confusion.

“You look disgusting, where’s the proper Shouto I know?” You say, not wanting to look at Shouto instead tugging at his untucked shirt. Your fingers tightening his tie as he goes to tuck in his shirt.

Shouto never stops looking at you, his lips pursed as you finally reach his gaze. “I need to tell you something.” He begins, and your stomach flips and flops. “Well, I should’ve done it earlier, but I just didn’t.”

You can’t deny that your heart begins to pound as he reaches his hand into his pocket, and your breathing stops. What in the actual fuck was he—?

“Your eraser, you forgot it,” Shouto says placing your white eraser into the palm of your hand and you freeze. Your soul freezing up and cracking into a million pieces as you take it with a quick nod.

“Oh… I could’ve just gotten it back tomorrow, Shouto-kun!” You squeak snatching the eraser from his hands and shift your backpack so you can throw it in. Your cheeks burn as you bow in thanks, turning on your heel so that you could run to Mina and start crying.

Before you could get that far away, his hands clenched on your wrist and pull you back in. You stumble into his chest, your hands pressed flat against his chest.

You feel a hammering heartbeat, but you’re too afraid to ask if it’s his or yours. “I like you,” Shouto admits, and you snap your head up towards his, your cheeks burning red.

“I… you… oh my god…” You feel faint as you attempt to understand, your head spinning as he’s intoxicatingly too close. His body burning and freezing you. His fresh detergent smell overwhelming your person.

Ever so the reactionary person, you can’t conjure the words to reciprocate his feelings. So instead, you lean up to press your lips clumsily against his own. It’s short, soft, and sweet.

Blushes exploding over both your faces as you nod, “I’ll see you later?” You ask, your voice pitching.

“Yes, tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

His lips are back on yours and you can only think of throwing your arms around his neck. You kiss him with enough passion to make Shouto pull away prematurely.

Both your cheeks are blazing hot and without saying much, the two of you walk away from each other. Both of you unaware of the screaming onlookers of your classmates. All who had been trying to get the two of you to confess for a solid year now.

That was two years ago.

Now at twenty years old, you stared at your boyfriend who was eating his bowl of rice and salmon. His eyes concentrated on the food as you pushed yours around distracted.

You loved Shouto, truly you did. But your sex life was a means… of a mockery.

To put it in simpler terms, making out was much more exciting than fucking, and it made no sense to you. You could be grinding away on his lap. His hands roaming your figure as another simple kiss turned into a make-out session. You were on your shared bed, clothes stripped off, and you sunk into his dick. Like clockwork, he froze up.

All passion and intensity went and Shouto stared up at you with lit eyes as you would attempt to get the two of you off.

Even when he came, he was quiet, his eyes fluttering shut as he would fight the loudness of his orgasm. Panting as you felt nowhere near done, at first it was okay. But given it was nearing a year since the first time the two of you had sex for the first time, you were sick of it.

You loved being on top, you enjoyed it so much! But Shouto took it in a way that he was unresponsive and just sort of laid there. You were twenty and wanted to get dicked down so good by your insanely hot and amazing boyfriend.

So with regrets and no regrets, you asked the girls for help. They all seemed to be having a better sex life than you were anyways.

The six of you boiled it down to doing two things to get Shouto to snap out of this shell he sunk himself into.

Bondage and praise.

You had to admit, the first few times having sex was extremely awkward, so you never praised him. But in a non-sexual environment, Shouto loved praise. Hell, he had hugged you for twenty minutes after you praised him for his meal cooking.

You had no idea how things were going to go tonight, but you had made a plan and you prayed something was going to work.

You stood up from the kitchen table and went over to Shouto and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’ll be right back.” You promise as you walk over to your bedroom.

You got onto your hands and knees as you reached underneath your bed and you dragged out a box. Opening it, you smile seeing what you were going to need for the night. You let out a shaky breath as you put it back under the bed.

Shouto and you had vanilla sex, you knew that. It seemed that in order to break him, you would have to crank it up from vanilla to kinky in one go.

You returned to the kitchen as Shouto was staring at his phone. “Midoriya and Iida want to go to a store later tonight,” Shouto informs you as you draped over his shoulder. Your chin perched onto the crook of his neck. “Do you want to come with me?”

“That sounds like a bro date.” You admit as the corners of your mouth brush against his sensitive skin. You delight at the goosebumps that flash against his skin, and the shiver that goes down his spine. “Isn’t it for his wedding suit?”

“It’s the final fitting,” Shouto nods as his hand grasps yours and he places a gentle kiss to it. “Do you want to come with us? I’ll be leaving in an hour, and it shouldn’t take long.”

You smirk, well it seems you only had an hour to get what you wanted. You two were Pro-Heroes, you always performed better on a time limit. “No, you should enjoy the time with your friends!” You finally say and Shouto sighs.

“They’re your friends, too!”

“Well, I’m not sitting on his side during the ceremony.” You tease as you nuzzle your nose into his neck. “But since you have an hour, wanna make out?”

You say this as easily as you can, hoping to catch him off guard. But it seems that Shouto was expecting that question as he shrugs, “I guess that would be okay.” He teases and you snort as you are quick to straddle his hips despite him still eating.

Your eyebrow quirks to match his own as Shouto drops his chopsticks to hold your waist. “I love you, Shouto.” You say as you run your fingers through his hair, your eyes kind as you stare at his handsome face. His eyes were light as they stare at you, love and joy reflecting as your thumb traces his scar burn. Something that never truly embarrassed him. Something that never failed to remind him of why he was a hero, and something that he loved wholly because of you.

His eyes flutter closed as you press warm kisses against the heated flesh. A content hum escaping his mouth as you do so.

You pepper kisses around his face, placing one on his forehead, temples, cheeks, noses, eyelids, chin, jaw, and finally, you press one onto his mouth. His mouth doesn’t hesitate to press against yours, his lips never losing contact with yours.

Your hands hold his face to yours as your head tilts to the right. His nose pressing softly against your cheek as his hands grip your hips. You smirk as you roll your hips, your weight shifting so that you’re now on top of his dick. Shouto reacts the way you hoped he would, his hands slipping underneath your shirt to lay on your skin. His calloused fingers tracing shapes onto your skin.

You break away from him, Shouto trying to follow your mouth. Your heart is hammering as you’re almost embarrassed to say what you need to say. Your lips pressing against his ear. “I love when you touch my skin like that, it makes me feel so good.”

You make those words feel as alluring as you can. Despite the embarrassment that fills you from those words. Shouto stills completely underneath you, and you’re unsure if you broke him in a good way or a bad way. You return your lips onto him, hoping that you could move on.

His hips twitch from under you, and you can feel his arousal.

Oh… he did like that.

It’s more minutes of making out, your hips continuing to roll on top of his. Shouto’s pants filling the air as you were merciless in your teasing. Shouto grumbles as he pulls away, his mouth on your neck. Sucking and biting his way down your neck. You moan at the feeling, your heart hammering as you cry his name. “Yes Shouto, keep biting me like that, oh god yes, I love it so much!” You praise and Shouto curses into your neck. “Keep going, Shouto, you’re doing so well.”

As if willed by Kami herself, Shouto yanks you closer to him. His hips bucking against your ass as his mouth refuses to give you mercy as he sucks and bites down your neck even more. Your mind is dizzy as his hands grip your breasts and you toss your head back as your arch into his groping hands. “Fuck… you’re perfect, shit Shouto! Don’t stop!”

A strangled moan escapes his mouth as your head returns to kiss him, his lips eager to meet yours again. You squeak as he sits up with no warning, his hands clutching your ass as he begins walking to your shared room. A heated pressure begins to form as you anticipate what’s to come. You know that if you don’t act quickly, he’s going to flip you on top of him and go stiff for the rest of the night.

Your fingers begin yanking his shirt over his head, your lips breaking for less than a second to do that. Shouto is able to remove your shirt with ease with only one hand. He sits down on the bed, your knees sinking into the soft mattress.

You pull away reluctantly, your chest heaving as you shake your head, “Wait!” You say as you watch as Shouto’s eyes open with curiosity. His eyebrows scrunched as if he was trying to figure out what he did wrong. “I want to try something new…” You gasp trying to collect your breath.

“What?” Shouto asks most likely unaware of what you said.

You get off Shouto and walk to your side of the bed, pulling out the box. You take out a black rope, “I want you… I want you to tie me up.” You demand, and you look into his eyes that widen slightly.

His nod is minuscule, you almost miss it, but with awkward movements, your at the head of the bed. You are slipping the rope between the spaces and you lay down on the bed as Shouto is above you. His face unsure, unknowing.

His hands knot the rope around your wrists, and your breath hitches each time as you stare at him. Your chest rapidly rising and falling as he looks at your form. “Keep being good for me,” The words roll off your tongue, hoping it’s praiseful enough to incite action for him.

“I… I don’t—“

“Yes you can, my love,” You say your eyelashes fluttering. “You got this. You always make me feel content and happy.”

Shouto stills from above you, his eyes locking on yours and he leans down and presses a kiss to your lips.

He breaks away, panting in the thought of what’s to come.

“What if I fuck up?” Shouto asks his hands sliding down your torso, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

“Shhh,” You disagree, now regretting the ropes as you can’t pull him in. Was he really just insecure this entire time? “You’re doing perfectly? Okay? You got this.”

Shouto stares at you, a fire in his eyes. It’s dim, wavering, and unsure, but it’s there. He presses his hands by your head, and you can’t help but shift in anticipation as he leans down. His lips gliding over yours soft and smooth.

Not one to shy away, you pressed your tongue against his lower lip and smiled as he opened his mouth. His tongue letting yours dance with him.

Shouto pulls away, his chest heaving as he shakes his head. “No.” He snaps and your furrow your eyes confused.

“No—?”

“You want me to be dominant… don’t you?” He asks sharply, his eyes scouring yours. “I know I’m not the best in bed, and this is your way of helping me.”

“Shouto…”

“Stop, y/n, it’s okay…” Shouto says his hands raking through his hair. “Please… let me be the one to take charge.”

All you can do is stare at him, ambition and fire in his face burning you as you feel your arousal spike. You nod your head, agreeing to his terms, and his mouth is on yours again.

Hesitant yet demanding.

You gasp as he splits open your legs and settles between them. His tongue immediately lashing into your mouth. You shudder against him as his tongue traces the roof of your mouth, his fingers gripping at your waist.

Your hands tug at the ropes, and you sadly moan at the denial of raking your fingers through his hair. You gasp as his lips trail down your neck. His tongue softly pressing against the hickies he had early engraved into your skin. “Keep going lower,” You pant, your eyes screwed as you pant.

Shouto still against the valley between your breasts, and he shakes his head. “You’re going to have to stop praising me…” He shudders as his left-hand grasps your bra in his fingers. “It’s making me want to lose my control.”

“I want to see you lose control,” You tease, your eyes staring at him through your eyelashes. “You want to do it, no? Do it.”

Shouto snarls against your skin, and your bra reduced to ashes as you gasp in shock. He doesn’t give you time to reprimand you as his mouth is surrounding your nipple. His tongue flicking your pert nipples in his mouth. “Fuck, baby, yes oh my god that feels so great!” You cry out, your chest arching off the bed. You jut your hips up off the bed in an attempt to get some form of friction with him.

His right-hand rolls your right nipple, his teeth biting down on your sensitive nipples. You shriek softly, this new feeling overwhelming. His free hands gently touch the underside of your breast and you gasp again, and Shouto pulls away. Your breast gleams with his saliva, and you moan as his fingers gently grind against your crotch.

“You’re doing so well,” You groan as Shouto’s fingers undo your shorts. Shouto heaves again as he pulls off your shorts, staring at your soaked panties, and he chuckles.

“You’re so wet…” Shouto says, a curious tone to his voice as he shifts backward, his finger ghosting where your slit is. You squirm slightly. Your hands fighting against the restraints once again as you shudder.

Shouto rolls his finger against his thumb, “All this just for me?”

“You make me feel so fucking good…” You whine, and your hips try to reach out to his hand, desperate for friction.

“Am… Am I doing alright?” Shouto asks, and you blink again, your mouth falling slightly. Your heart swelling even more so for the man between your legs.

“You’re doing perfectly, keep going.” You say biting down on your lip as he nods, full of insecurity again. “Shoucchan, I am so fucking wet right now, and you did that all on your own… I want you... so badly.”

His lips pressed into a fine line, as he nods again, this time confidence once again filling his form. Before you could react, your panties were thrown off, and his tongue is between your folds.

You scream his name, your knees clenching around his head as his tongue teases your entrance. His eyes search yours, and your legs shakily release your vice grip around his head. His eyes are looking at you for help, and you nod your head, unable to come up with words. “That’s good, baby… fuck, it’s good!! Why not try--aahh my god--try using your fingeRS!” You squeak, your hips rolling into his flickering tongue. Your body is unable to handle the feeling of him.

Your belly fills with liquid heat as tingles shoot down your legs. The coil in your stomach tightening with every passing lick.

Two fingers curl as they enter you, and you shake against him. The overstimulation was quickly getting to you and your legs thrash around.

His nose brushes against your clit, and you sob out his name. You want nothing more than to tug on his hair and to bring his soaked lips to yours as you ride him, but you’re unable to do that. Another finger enters you, and his free hand presses into your clit.

The pressure builds up higher and higher. Your hips are relentlessly rolling into his mouth and fingers.

“I’m going to… shit… Imma--!” His mouth leaves your pussy. You pant as you looked at him with pained eyes as he wipes his mouth which is coated with your juices.

“I can’t believe I didn’t let you do this earlier.” Shouto murmurs as he licks your juices off his fingers, grinning slightly as he does so. “Did that feel good?”

You don’t know whether to praise him or to berate him for having you on edge like that.

“I just…” Shouto sighs as he takes off his pants. “I want to see you around my cock…”

You whine softly at those words. Your arms once more tugging at the restraints as Shouto undresses completely. Your wet your lips again as the tip of his cock teases your entrance. “Are you ready?” You ask, your eyes locking onto his, Shouto looks worried but he nods his head.

“Yes.”

With a hand to guide his cock into your soaked folds, you yelp as he thrusts into you. Burying his length to its entirety into your heated cave.

“Oh my god, your dick feels so good!” You moan as your hips wiggle in an attempt to get him to move. “Baby, you’re so perfect to me.”

A growl leaves his lips, and the next thing you know Shouto’s hips are drilling into yours. His movements are sharp, rough, and fast. Your arms pulling yet again on the restraints. As you ever so desperately want to feel his toned body under your fingers.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight…” Shouto groans as you nod your head pathetically in agreement.

His grip is leaving bruises on your waist. You let out another lewd noise at the sound of his body intercepting yours. “Don’t stop, you’re doing so well. Shouto, oh my god, please go faster, you’re so amazing!” You shriek as his arm moves your leg to his shoulder.

His penetration deepens and you pull against the restraints. Your body moving towards the bed, and Shouto is quick to follow after you. His thrusting never waiver once, his grip leaving your locked leg to press flat onto your clit. You shudder against him.

Sharp pants escape his mouth as he places his hands onto the pillow by your head. Your leg hooked around his shoulder stretching as your hips meet his with every thrust. Your arousal intensifies as a burning pressure erupts within you. Your head falling backward as you lacked the energy to keep it up. “Look at me,” Shouto growls. The pleasure burns through your veins. It almost prohibits you from staring into his mismatched eyes.

Shouto drops to his forearm, and you scream, the tip of his dick brushing against your g-spot.

“Did you like that?” Shouto snarls against your throat. You nod your head as he angles himself into the same position and rocks even harder. Even further than before. Your body is trembling underneath his own. Languid moans seeping from your mouth in harmony with Shouto’s grunts.

“You’re so fucking amazing!” You sob as the heat within your core is overwhelming. Your breathing hitching with every slam of his hips.

“Come for me?” Shouto almost pleads against your neck, and you nod frantically.

The pressure breaks, and you come hard onto his dick, your mouth open as his lips messily press against yours. You cry his name as you pathetically squirm underneath him. Your pussy clenching around his dick with every thrust. The tingles spreading throughout your body as he chases your orgasm.

You feel Shouto curse against your throat. And with a stuttering thrust, expels his sticky and hot seed within you.

Shouto pulls away from you, sweat dripping down his face as he smiles. His hands wipe his forehead as he puts your leg back onto the mattress. He presses another soft kiss to your lips as he stands up and grabs his phone.

Looking at the screen he smirks before dressing himself.

Despite your high, your whine at the fact that he was dressing without untying your wrists first.

“Shoucchan--?”

“I have to go now, love,” Shouto admits as he presses another kiss to your bruised lips. “I’m not quite done with you yet, you’re just going to have to wait for me to come back? Okay?”

He doesn’t give you time to reject those thoughts as he slips out of the room. Ignoring the pleading calls for him to get back. The sounds of you thrashing against the mattress making him smile as he leaves.

Oh yeah, you had definitely awakened something within him.

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turning-dreams-into-chaos · 5 years ago

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Request: Omggg number 4 & 10 from prompt list #2. With Remus Lupin please!!

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Post Date: 9-13-19

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“Do you try to be stupid or does it just come naturally?” Remus laughed when James cocked a brow at your question.

“What’s going on with you two?” He asked, nodding in between you and Remus who took a seat on the couch with his arms crossed, next to Sirius.

You scowled at him before giving James your whole attention. “Remus thinks he’s a better flirt than I am.”

“Not again.” Sirius mutters as he shoves his face into his hands, hiding the eye roll and annoying groans coming from him.

Unfortunately Remus didn’t miss his incoherent words. “What?” He pressed, hoping Sirius would spill but he just plastered a fake smile across his face.

“Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”

“So how do you decide who’s better?” You looked at James, smirking and raising your brow and he seemed to catch on when he let out a loud groan.

“What? What are they going to do?” Peter asked as Sirius let out a bark of a laugh.

“She’s going to flirt with James.” He informed Peter and smirked at you, earning a wink in return.

“No. Y/N you can’t bring us into every squabble between you and Moony. There’s something new every week!” James complained as you put your hands up, telling him there really isn’t any other option. You turned to Remus, trying to figure out his part before Lily took the seat next to you. No one said anything as you caught Remus’ attention, nodding towards Lily herself. His eyes widened as he shook his head but you stood your ground, giving him your best smirk until he sighed. Sirius and Peter caught onto your silent exchange as Peter snickered, gaining Lily and James’ attention.

“Lily,” Remus began as he glared at you before devoting his attention to the red head. She took a glance between you and him, furrowing her brows. “You look beautiful today.” He complimented as you held back a laugh. That was all he got? James’ mouth dropped as he realized that Remus needed to flirt with Lily for this stupid contest.

“No. No, no, nope.” He stood up, planting himself between Lily and Remus causing you, Sirius, and Peter to squeak out laughing. Lily, the poor girl, just sat there confused, seeing her best friends all laughing at James’ reaction.

“What’s going on?” She asked with a slight uncomfortable chuckle and you took pity on her, explaining to her the argument you and Remus had before she nodded her head. “Why don’t you just flirt with each other?”

The room went silent as you all took in her words. Never in a million years did you think you’d end up flirting with Remus but everyone thought that was an excellent idea.

“Yes, that way you don’t need to drag all of us down with you.” Sirius pointed out as you bit your lip, trying to find any way this could end up wrong. Remus seemed to be having the same problem as you because soon he turned to you with shrugging shoulders.

“First one to give in loses?” He offered as you stuck your hand out to shake.

“Wait!” Lily yelled as she slapped your hand away, making you frown. “Why not make it more interesting?” She rolled her eyes when everyone continued to stare at her, waiting for her to continue. She pulled you to her as she whispered in your ear. “Seduce him.”

If you were drinking at that moment, your drink would’ve been spit all over your friends. But instead you settled with just freezing in your place. Sirius moves in front of you, waving a hand in front of your face but you didn’t move.

“I think you broke her.” He mused before grabbing you by the arms and shaking you.

“Stop.” You pleaded as Sirius stopped his violent shakes and you tried to calm your dizziness. You looked at Lily who was smirking before turning to Remus. You sighed as you pulled your hair out of its pony, letting it fall in front of your face as you ran a hand through it to fluff it a little. James, Sirius, and Peter were completely silent as they watched you lean forward onto your knees, thanking the fact that your shirt was low enough to show a little cleavage but not enough where you were showing everything. Remus gulped as he tried to keep himself from looking down at your chest.

“Look, we’re friends but if you want I would be totally down for sex if you are.” You heard a small gasp leave Remus’ lips as you gave yours a lick, pulling your bottom one between your teeth. Sirius was going crazy next to Remus as James and Peter endlessly questioned Lily as to what she whispered to you. She didn’t say anything, instead focusing on the fact you and Remus hadn’t lost eye contact. Lily had her suspicions between you and Remus. After the way you two act there is no possible way you don’t like each other. Remus’ cheeks grew a bright red as he tried to think of any way to respond to that.

“Yeah? Well...” he began before stopping himself, completely distracted by the glint in your eye as you pushed more hair out of your face, missing a few dangling pieces that tickled your cheek. Remus found himself physically holding back from pouncing on you right then. The boy was lost, you were Y/N and Remus, Gryffindors most famous non-couple. Why had he all of a sudden want that to change based on one sentence.

“I think I won.” You joked as you pretended to count some sort of score on your fingers before smiling at him. Everyone was quiet as they watched the interaction, not able to look away from the train wreck that was your relationship.

“That’s not fair. Moony didn’t even get to try!” Sirius yelled as he hid the smile on his face, wanting to look upset but he didn’t know if he had it in him.

“Nice shirt. Though it would look better on my floor.” He attempted as you scrunched your face together, letting him know it wasn’t any good but he didn’t care, in fact he already knew that, he was completely fine with that. “Ok, you win. You’re the better flirt.” Remus agreed as he copied your stance, bringing your bodies a lot closer than they were a few seconds ago. Lily was the first to break your way to comfortable silence.

“Y/N, You came up with that answer really fast. Could it be perhaps you had really mea-“

“Okay!” You almost yelled to interrupt Lily and stood up. Remus stared at Lily, trying to contemplate her words as you refused to look at him. “I’m going to head to the library really fast to grab a book for... potions.” You winced at your obvious pause and picked up your robes, shrugging them on and practically sprinting out of the room.

The library was quiet as you entered and immediately took the first seat you found. Lily was gonna expose you. Sure the bet with Remus was all fun and you couldn’t help but feel a little lightheaded when Remus and you just admired each other, but Lily was right. You came up with that line WAY to quickly. Did you... did you want Remus? Nope, no way. Yours and Remus relationship isn’t anything besides a constant competition. A new one everyday that people are getting tired of but you didn’t care because seeing the way Remus’ face would redden when you bested him or the way he would smirk and laugh so enthusiastically when you’d take the loss, it made everyone else’s opinion not matter. In fact Remus seemed to be the only one who could get under your skin or make you feel like the happiest person in the world. He’d put the competition aside when ever he needed to make sure you were okay and you’d do the same. You didn’t want or even liked- oh shit maybe you did.

A hand smacked down in the table in front of you as you jumped right out of the seat, landing in the floor before hearing shushes around you from your squeal. You ignored them, only looking up to see the shaggy brown haired boy you were literally just thinking about.

“What do you want Rem?” You questioned, playing off the bright blush in your face as he pulled you up. He didn’t say anything as you spun towards the book shelf, running your eyes across the spines. Remus’ breath seemed to be taken from him as he saw you, knowing that his next actions could change anything.

“Lily told me.” He muttered as you squinted glancing over your shoulder to him.

“And what did she tell you?”

“She said she thinks we fancy each other.” Yeah, you were screwed. Remus had expected you to deny it or mess with him or something but you not saying anything, not even looking at him made him believe your feelings weren’t exactly platonic either. He waited, waiting for you to talk to him or make a sassy remark or something, but you finally turned to him and he saw the conflict in your eyes.

“Look, we’re friends-“ You didn’t get to finish your sentence before Remus locked his lips with yours, causing all the breath to be knocked right out of you. It was honestly better than you could’ve imagined and by the time he pulled away you couldn’t even open your eyes because of how dizzy you were.

“Would friends do that?” He whispered as his mouth ghosted over yours, causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand straight. His eyes never left your face, trying to memorize all the little happy things about it in case you yell at him or smack him. But you didn’t yell, actually you did smack him, in a way. You smacked your lips with his, a quick gesture that if he hadn’t felt it, he wouldn’t have known it happened. You looked like a puppy, staring up at him with these adorable eyes that all he could do was fall into.

And fall he did.

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kpopshitposter · 5 years ago

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Friends to lovers AU: Childhood best friend Changbin has had feelings for you for so, so long. When he finally decides to tell you how he feels at the school dance it doesn’t quite go to plan… but that doesn’t mean things can’t be incredible.

Potential TW: blood mention (just a scratch)

requested by the lovely @straykids-yohhhh

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It’s never been awkward, and it’s always been perfect. You had moved in next door to him before you knew how to spell your own name and there had been an instant connection. It was undeniable that you had found someone who spoke your language. It started out with playing house and doctor, then progressed to learning how to ride a bike together, then it became studying together. You moved through life in sync.

It had never been more than something both of your parents found cute. They trusted you with one another. Sleepovers were common and acceptable…

But that was when you were younger.

That was… before.

He started to become the type to go gym, he started to get into rapping and you often found him immersed in music. He grew and changed before your very eyes and it was beautiful to watch. Beautiful and intimidating.

Changbin was turning into someone so full. He had passion, interests, dedication. You saw him devote himself to the things which inspired him all while you weren’t really all that interested in anything. You felt left behind. You felt captivated.

You were watching this friend of yours grow into someone so rich and interesting and gorgeous. He loved to show his growing arms off to you, and you secretly loved to see them. Of course, you’d pretend like it was the most disgusting thing on earth, but that was only to tease him. In truth, the more of his new self he showed you, the more infatuated you became.

It was little things, like the way he casually fixed your hair and made your heart flutter, or the way brushed food off your face, or the way he looked at you (you swear you didn’t imagine it) when your clothes got destroyed by the rain and you had to wear his. It was the little things, but also the big things, like when he was there for you when your first pet died (you still remember how warm he was when he held you close), or when he tried to help you through your first panic attack.

If someone were to ask you when it began, you’d say that you always knew.

******

It was an ordinary night. You were laying on the floor of his bedroom on the (your) mattress and he was sat on his bed. You had a book in your hands and he was busy with his laptop. The scene was a typical one.

Your phone buzzed and a groan comes very shortly after. He lowers his headphones and asks you what it is.

“It’s just one of the girls,” your female friends are typically just labelled ‘one of the girls’ since he’s shown very little interest in who they actually are, “she just put in the group chat that she’s going to the dance with that really tall guy from our English class. He literally got his friend to video him asking her out. It’s so cheesy and gross.”

Changbin scoffed. “Are you going?”

“To the dance? Nope. Nobody has asked me. What about you? Any cheesy proposals?”

“Nah… should we go together?”

You sit up, suddenly alert. You didn’t want to admit the way that your heart pounded at the question. You didn’t want to admit the way your hopes were high enough to lick the tip of a mountain. Your optimistic, painful delusion had you hoping he was about to…

“Neither of us have dates and everyone will probably be mixing with their friends once we’re in anyway. It would be pointless to act like it really mattered.”

Oh.

“I’m surprised you want to go.”

He shrugged. “I don’t, but you do.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine.”

You slump back onto the mattress and try not to be too excited. You decide to respond to the group chat.

[Text:] Cute haha. I’m going with Changbin.

It doesn’t take long for the

[Text:] Of cooooourse you are.

[Text:] Were we meant to be surprised?

[Text:] Couldn’t you find someone else? Changbin is so bleh and hes not even a real date

[Text:] ^ bleh?? He’s so hot tho!! Can I go with him instead?? I didn’t know he was coming omggg

[Text:] Did he write the question on his bicep and ask you by flexing

You turn off your phone.

The preparation for the dance was hardly preparation at all. Every single time someone asked if you and Changbin were going to coordinate outfits he’d replied with ‘We’re just going as friends’.

You were trying to not be hurt by this.

You were trying to force yourself to believe that you just have a dumb little crush because you’re confused and lonely. That’s all it is. This is a good thing, you try to believe. Changbin is protecting your friendship this way.

When he sends you outfit suggestions and is telling you that you’d look good in them he’s just doing it as a supportive friend.

When one of his friends asks if you want to go with him instead (because he’d apparently show you a better time) and Changbin holds your wrist and says you’re his, that’s just a joke.

Every day is filled with so many of these little moments. Moments your heart wants to cling to but your mind refuses. You have to logic your way out of so many things.

In truth, you know that you appreciate Changbin’s friendship. What you’re not aware of, is that Changbin does everything oh so intentionally.

The clothes he’s suggesting to you? It’s so that he can match. Holding onto your wrist? He was finding any excuse to touch you. Showing you his progress at the gym? Your eyes are his motivation. Your compliments are his source of power. One day you’ll know. One day he’ll tell you.

******

Changbin has been thinking of just one thing before he sleeps. How to tell you how he feels. He softly huffs in frustration every time he thinks about what he’s risking, but he knows he has to at least try. It takes weeks for him to decide, but he finally gets the idea. The dance. He won’t ask you before the dance like everyone else, but while you’re there. He won’t do something silly and embarrassing for the public to see (the very thing you keep mocking), but he’ll do it privately. It will be just for the two of you. He’ll wait for a slow song. He’ll bring you in close. He’ll whisper the truth to you.

His imagination runs wild with the fake scenario in his mind as he closes his eyes.

He’ll feel your sides under his hands. He’ll brush his lips against your ear. He’ll look at you. You’ll tell him you feel the same way. He’ll take your hand and kiss you slowly on the lips in time with the gentle music. Lights will dance around you and the air will be kind. Nobody will notice, and it will be just your moment.

His alarm wakes him up the next morning, and the fantasy of you he’s been imagining all night long is cut far too short. He wants to cling to the universe where you’ve already said yes.

The dance can’t come soon enough.

The dance is coming way too quickly.

You still haven’t decided what you’re wearing and you definitely haven’t decided how you’re going to act.

You already know you’re not going to try to make a move on him. That much so far has been decided. The rest, you suppose you’ll leave up to fate.

The doorbell is pressed in an odd rhythm and you know instantly that it’s Changbin. You’re so familiar with one another you know the way he knocks, the way he walks up the stairs, the way he eats. You’d be able to pick out the sound of his heartbeat in a sea of people. It calls to you.

Once you open the door you’re greeted by a package.

“You’ve been taking too long so here.” the box is practically shoved in your hands before he heads off into his house. He didn’t have enough courage to watch you open the box.

You’re, like, half-convinced it’s a bomb by the way he acted, and you quickly realise that a bomb comes in many different forms. This one, in particular, is a bomb that sends your heart hurtling into space.

You feel the material.

You analyse the colours and the details.

Weakened by the beauty of this side of Changbin only you get to see, you can’t make yourself strip this of romance. You can’t make yourself stomp this into something platonic. You simply let yourself feel loved. You’re allowed to feel loved sometimes.

******

It’s the day before the dance.

Both of you are trying to act normal.

“It would probably be easier if we got ready together, right?” Dates don’t get ready together. This isn’t a date.

Changbin slowly nods.

“I can sleep over here afterwards, right?” you suggest this because that’s normal for you… but you regret it instantly. It doesn’t really feel that normal anymore.

“Sounds like a plan.” he’s imagining what will happen if you say no, if you reject him, if you break his heart. Spending all night together will give you a chance to reconcile and prevent things from getting awkward. If you say yes… well… he’ll try to not let his imagination run wild at the thought.

That’s sorted, then.

It’s not long (and yet its painstakingly long) before you’re in Changbin’s bathroom, putting on the outfit he got you which you already know fits you perfectly. You’ve already tried it on a thousand times.

You have to give yourself about an hour of emotional preparation before you dare to emerge from the bathroom and let him see you, finally ready.

You open the bedroom door and-

“Oh! Sorry!” you quickly close it and turn around. Your face is flushed red and your heart is pounding. You squeeze your eyes shut, but you can still see Changbin in his boxers.

He laughs at you from the other side of the door. “We used to take baths together!”

“We’re not kids anymore!” you shout back.

Yeah. You’re definitely not a kid anymore. You shake your head quickly in an attempt to get the image out of your head. The squeal of excitement is involuntary and entirely, 100% unrelated. Absolutely. COMPLETELY UNRELATED.

Ugh. You want the ground to swallow you whole.

The grand entrance you had been hoping for was ruined. The most you end up getting is a quick compliment in the car on the way to the venue. You feel too dead inside to even thank him properly.

Final pictures are taken and then you’re left to your own devices.

Changbin seems to shift a little awkwardly. Did he not want to be here with you?

“Your friends are over there.” You point to the people waving at you. They gesture for you to join them. The guy who had asked you to go with him instead is watching you.

“Then let’s go that way.”

“What do you mean? Oh,” you wave and smile back at him as Changbin drags you away, “what’s that guy’s name again? The one with the bowtie.”

“Unimportant.”

Great. Well, Unimportant seems to be having quite a lot of fun staring at the two of you.

He pulls you inside and weaves you through the crowd. It’s time for some terrible dancing only the two of you find funny.

Only a few songs pass before you’re both thirsty and heading for a drink. On the way back to the dance floor he casually flicks melted deliciousness from the chocolate fountain at you. Your gasp is quickly followed by laughter.

This means war, Changbinnie!

You dip a finger into the cooling plate below and draw a streak down the middle of his face. He laughs and takes your hand to pull you away from it. In goes his fingertips, ready to retaliate when, no! An outside force demands peace. War will have to wait for there to be no chaperones.

You lick your fingers and grin as you watch him smudge the chocolate across his skin.

“Maybe you should go look in a mirror. You’re making yourself look worse than usual.”

“At least I don’t look like you.” he’s smiling at you as he turns to leave and it’s filling you with butterflies.

You’re not alone for long.

Unimportant is soon approaching you, smiling as you clean yourself off.

“Looks like a crime happened here,” he says.

“Yeah. Changbin attacked me.”

He seems to be coming closer to you. That must be because the music is loud.

“So how long have you known Changbin?”

“We grew up together. I’ve known him for as long as I can remember.”

“Wow… “ he’s nodding, clearly trying to think of what to say next. “You guys seem really close. Has anything ever gone on with you two?”

“Huh? Oh, no. We’re just friends.”

“Just friends? Cool, cool… you should spend the night with me instead, then.”

“… Why?”

“These things aren’t meant for people who are just friends.” He seems to be reaching for you, and you’re too confused to react properly.

“What are you doing?” “I saw how you looked at me. Why don’t we find somewhere more quiet…”

You feel Changbin’s hand on your back. You know it’s him without looking. You know the way his fingers feel.

“What’s going on?” You glance back at a glaring Changbin.

Unimportant leans towards him. Whatever he said doesn’t seem to have made Changbin very happy. He’s pushing at Unimportant’s chest and telling him to leave.

“Come on, man, everyone knows you’re just here as friends.”

“We’re just trying to have fun. Leave us alone.”

“I’m just trying to have fun, too!”

“I said it nicely, man. Leave us alone.”

“It’s not like anyone else is interested, you might as well let me have a go.”

As much as the interaction confuses you, you understand Changbin’s posture. His tongue pokes the inside of his mouth. He looks away. He smiles and huffs in that familiar way. A foot shuffles back.

You know what’s about to happen, and you’re not quick enough to stop him.

His fist comes out full swing and meets with Unimportant’s jaw. You’re looking around for a chaperone or literally anyone who could help but everyone is so in their own little world. Great. This, nobody sees, but messing with some chocolate is strictly forbidden.

Changbin is pushing at Unimportant’s shoulder, trying to make him back away, but his collar is grabbed.

“Hey!” you cry out, starting to work on pulling them apart yourself.

Changbin is more worried about you than he is about himself. He doesn’t want you to get hurt in this mess so he releases, and that triggers Unimportant to do the same. Unimportant is starting to feel quite important. There must be something Changbin hasn’t told you.

“Let’s go.” you softly say to your angry friend, and you’re relieved when he listens to you.

But a snort comes from behind you.

“You should be thanking me for my attention.”

Uh oh.

“Ignore him.” You start to tug on Changbin’s arm but it’s no use. He’s spinning back and landing another punch right in the guy’s chest. He wheezes and hunches over, struggling to breathe from the impact.

“Changbin!” that’s it. You’re holding him tightly and forcing him out of there. You’re lucky that nobody saw.

You pull him from the hall and into the corridor. The music could barely be heard when the door shut behind you. It was empty and private enough.

“Changbin. Changbin!” you’ve released him and he’s storming around like he’s looking for something else to punch.

“Who does he think he is?! I should -” he tries to push past you to go back inside but you press your back up against the door. “Move.”

“No. You can’t just -” adrenaline and fear triples. “You’re bleeding.”

“What?”

Your reach for his throat and show him the stains of blood on your fingertips. “He must’ve scratched you. Keep still.” You bring out a tissue and you start to wipe away the dried blood.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“No…” but you can feel that he is, just somewhere less physical.

It was just a scratch, but you need to press a tissue to the wound.

He sighs.

“I’m sorry…”

“For what?”

“I - I can’t -” he groans in frustration.

“What’s wrong, Changbin? Why did you get in a fight? That’s not like you. I know how gentle you are.”

“You don’t know what he said about you.”

“Why would you bother getting in a fight over me? Why are you acting like this? I thought he was your friend.”

“You’re more important to me. This whole night was important to me. I don’t -” he pushes your hand away, “I don’t care about him or the fight or the dance or any of that. Tonight was meant to be perfect. I spent a week planning… how… now I - I can’t even - I’m -”

“Slow down,” you lull, putting a hand on his arm. “You can tell me, it’s okay.” You’re terrified to find out, but you want the truth.

“I was meant to tell you tonight. I planned for a week how I was gonna wait for the slow dance and tell you how I feel. How I… “ he’s defeated. This isn’t how he wanted to do it, but it feels so now-or-never. “I like you.” he says your name in a way he never has before, with so much yearning. “I’ve had feelings for you for… I don’t know how long. I was going to tell you in a way that would make you want me. It sounds dumb, I guess it is…”

Oh.

Your heart is racing, and what you thought would make you faint actually makes you laugh.

“Why are you laughing at me?”

“You spent a week figuring out how to tell me you like me? Do you have any idea how cute that is?”

“I’m not cute.”

“You are. You’re really cute. I…” you’re smiling like an idiot and you feel like you’re about to wake up from a dream. “I like you too, Changbin. Actually, I’ve always liked you.”

“You have? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to ruin what we already have.”

He bites his lip and you feel like dying.

“So… this is okay?” his voice is low as he moves closer to you and cups your cheeks.

“Y-yeah.” You’re suddenly breathless.

“Is this okay?” he rests his forehead on yours. He’s getting energy from your touch.

You swallow and nod.

“Should we just leave? Let’s go home.”

“Okay.”

The walk outside feels… different. It’s like you’ve never walked together before. You’re more aware of the space between your hands than you ever have been. You’re silent the whole way home, with the brush of hands and the gentle knock of knees as you sit doing all the talking necessary.

You’re greeted by his family in surprise, they hadn’t expected you home just yet.

“I wasn’t feeling very well,” you lie. They jump at the chance to offer you soup, or medicine, or literally anything else anyone could possibly need ever in their entire life. “I’m fine, I just need to lay down.” they seem disappointed that they can’t help but Changbin saves you by telling them goodnight and dragging you upstairs.

******

Being in his bedroom felt like you were somewhere forbidden.

You’ve been here so many times before, and yet everything looks so new.

You’re both a little shy and a lot awkward as you fumble around with shoes and bags and jackets. You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom to get ready for bed and when you return you’re sure to knock before reentering. You don’t know how much that makes him smile.

You’re about to get comfortable on your little bed when you feel his eyes on you. He’s got his laptop set up.

“It’s still kind of early…” he says. He’s right about that. “We could watch a movie?” Like, on your bed? “… Yeah. You’ve sat on my bed before.” He’s right about that, too.

Yeah, okay.

Up onto his bed you go. You get warm under the covers and can’t take your eyes off of him as he joins you. He only has a single bed, so he has to get quite close. You’ve never noticed that before.

An arm goes around the headboard behind you as the other scrolls through Netflix. Your legs touch and you feel like you’re about to cry. Seriously? This is so much in one go. It’s becoming clear how much Changbin has been holding inside.

“I can hear your heartbeat.” he whispers a little into the movie he chose.

You sink lower into the bed. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay…” Changbin looks away from the screen and looks you over. “I like it.”

You feel weak. You’ve just melted but your response is to make it a joke. You can handle a joke.

“That’s weird. Please don’t try to cut me open and eat my heart.”

He moves down the bed to become level with you. The movie was forgotten. He says your name again and your whole body tingles. You’re still waiting to wake up from this dream.

He whispers it once again.

His hand comes to the side of your face.

One more time. Your name has never sounded so nice.

“Why aren’t you responding to me?” his voice is so quiet, so soft, so… everything.

“I’m not sure what to say.”

“Then don’t say anything, just respond to me.”

“How am I meant to respond to you without saying anything?”

“With your hands, with your eyes, with your lips.” after saying the word, he licks his own. “I can feel how tense you are. We’ve both been waiting for this, right?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Relax.”

You take a deep breath but it trembles.

He repeats the order relax as he draws you closer to him.

You try to breathe again.

He says your name just before his lips meet yours. You can feel and hear him moving the laptop onto the floor. He won’t do any more or any less than you want him to, he just wants you to want. He wants you to mould with him. He wants to taste the word ‘finally’ fall from your lips.

#changbin x reader #stray kids x reader #changbin scenarios #stray kids scenarios #open kpop scenario requests #kpop scenarios #changbin x y/n

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nikanndros · 6 years ago

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the high-school fake dating au

High school is possibly the worst place on earth. It’s like it was made to cater to the catty elite, but anyone who is different, or weird, or even just shy gets a target put on them. Laurent is different. His hair is too long, and he prefers actually going to class to learn rather than gossip, and he reads throughout his lunch break. And yeah, sometimes people give him shit for it, but Auguste has always told Laurent to be better than the assholes, so he’s never let that bother him much.

Except. Except, then there’s his mortal enemy, Aimeric. Aimeric is six months younger than Laurent, and they were childhood best friends, right up until Laurent’s dad fired Aimeric’s dad and Aimeric decided he had to take it out on Laurent.

It’s not usually that much of a problem, until the first day of Laurent’s final year of high school.

The issue is that all (three!) of Laurent’s friends were a year above him. Which means they’ve all graduated now. Which means that Laurent no longer has a shield of protection. Which means Aimeric finally has free range to attack Laurent in whatever way he sees fit.

The plan comes into action during roll call. Laurent knows this, because everyone in the class seems to simultaneously get a notification on their phone - Laurent included. Everyone at Marlas State High School is a member of the secret MSHS facebook group. When everyone’s phones vibrate in unison like this, it only means one thing - new gossip.

Roll call ends and they are all set free to walk to their first period classes and check their phones on the way.

MSHS Secrets Anonymous Poster: Found Laurent de Vere’s secret blog!!! crowned-and-laurelled.tumblr.com - read the bio omggg 37 likes | 60 comments | 9 minutes ago |

Laurent doesn’t need to click the link. He already knows what the bio says. He wrote it. He shoves his phone back into his pocket and gets halfway to class before he thinks, fuck this, and heads for the sick bay.

“It’s first period,” the office receptionist says, skeptically.

“I have a headache,” Laurent snaps.

Luckily, the sick bay is empty, so he can sit down on the uncomfortable bed in there and try not to freak out.

He’s been careful with this blog! He doesn’t tag anything or make personal posts. He even used a really old email address from when he was a kid to sign up. The only things that prove that it’s his is the profile picture - an artistically blurred photo of him - and the three word bio: Laurent, 17, gay.

He buries his head in his hands. His phone is going off with notifications like it never has before. Gay, gay, gay. Why the fuck did he write that?! There’s only one person who could have done this - Aimeric. Aimeric is the sole person in their school that was friends with Laurent when he was using that email address. He must have used that to search for Laurent’s blog.

This is so fucked up. Laurent had a very specific plan for his coming out - namely, to do it in university and also never speak to anyone from high school again. Sure, there have been rumours before, but this is practically a signed declaration. The torture this year is going to be relentless.

Laurent spends another twenty minutes with his head in his hands, when the door opens and in comes the receptionist and -- Damianos Akielos. Laurent immediately wants to die. Damianos - or Damen, as everyone calls him - is most definitely the most popular guy in school. Hell, he’s probably the most popular guy even in the schools he doesn’t attend, he has that many friends. Not only is he loved by just about everyone, but he’s also in three different sports teams, and the captain of the environmentalist committee at the school. When he smiles, literal sparkles appear around his face. Laurent once went to one of his wrestling matches and had a week of uncomfortably hot sex dreams afterwards.

“-still no excuse for fighting,” the receptionist is chastising him. And yet she still manages to sound more affectionate than when she’d been questioning Laurent’s headache.

“Aw, Miss Halvik,” Damen says, in a syrupy voice. “I didn’t know you cared.”

She laughs, and then instructs Damen to take the ice off of his cheek in twenty minutes, before leaving.

Damen sighs when the door closes, and then looks up and spots Laurent. “Oh!” he says, eyes widening. “Laurent, hi, you’re-- are you okay?”

“I’m in sick bay,” Laurent replies, testily. “So evidently not.”

Damen has the gall to look concerned. It’s not like he and Laurent have ever been friends or anything like it. “What happened? Did someone hit you?”

“I have a headache,” Laurent replies. “Your endless questions aren’t helping.”

“I’m sorry.”

They both fall silent after that. Despite the ice pack clutched to his face, Damianos still looks beautiful. His skin is flawless and brown, and his curls form perfect little ringlets that are just long enough to get in his eyes.

After a moment, Damen carefully says, “Did you get your headache before first period?”

Laurent looks away.

Damen takes that as an answer. He speaks as if Laurent is a skittish baby deer. “I’m sorry about that post, but I promise it’ll blow over. It’s just the start of a new year and everyone is desperate for drama. Something else will happen for them to focus on soon, I’m sure of it.”

Laurent levels Damen with a cold look. “It’s easy to be optimistic,” he says, “when you’re straight and perfect and everyone loves you. I doubt they’ll even let me last the year here.”

Damen frowns. “Do you really think that?”

“That you’re an optimistic idiot? Yes.”

“I mean that you won’t be able to stay here.”

Laurent sighs. “There’s a reason,” Laurent says, “that I didn’t come out on my own terms already.”

Damen falls into a thoughtful silence again for some time. “Do you think it would be the same for me? If I were --not straight.”

Laurent scoffs. “Everyone who saw you dating Jokaste last year has little doubt that you’re straight.”

“But if I wasn’t,” Damen insists.

Laurent shrugs. “I don’t know. You’d probably be fine. They’d all call you brave and keep loving you anyway. I’m an outcast, they’re all probably just happy for another reason to hate me.”

“Do you want to date me?” Damen bursts out.

It’s hard not to roll his eyes. “Just because I like men,” Laurent says, “doesn’t mean I want to fuck you.” He very specifically doesn’t say no, though.

“No,” Damen says, “I mean. What if we-- If I’m so popular then, wouldn’t it...make it easier… if we were dating?”

Laurent scowls. “You mean you want to pretend to date me so that people aren’t so fucking awful to me?”

“If you think that would help you,” Damen says, earnestly. “And any other not-straight students here.”

The worst thing is - it’s actually really tempting. Damen is offering to be his beautiful, bulky, human shield. It sounds like something out of a low budget rom-com.

“You dated Jokaste,” Laurent says, stupidly. “Everyone knows you’re straight.”

“Bisexuality exists, just FYI,” Damen replies. He’s smiling a little now, like he thinks Laurent is cute or something. What the fuck. “Listen,” he stands up. “I’m going to go back to class now. I can’t really afford to miss much more of history. But the offer stands. Think about it, and come sit with me at lunch if you decide you’re up for it.”

#captive prince #writing #the hs fake date au #homophobia cw #what a cliche #this is just a drabble so dont get too excited #damen x laurent

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beyondtheperfectlines-blog · 7 years ago

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Killing Eve 1x01

So I basically created a blog because I don’t know anyone who watches Killing Eve and I just need a space to talk about it lol.

From watching the trailer I wasn’t sure about the show. It seemed kinda dark and although I’m all for 2 women being obsessed with each other, I wasn’t completely sold… which is probably why I forgot it had premiered, but now I’ve watched the first episode and it was AMAZING! and I am completely hooked! The trailer totally undersells the show. The humor, the dynamics between ALL the characters, it is so much more than just a game of cat and mouse. It’s totally fresh, something never done before with 2 women as the lead characters, and great female side characters as well.

I knew Sandra Oh was going to be great, I’ve watched Grey’s Anatomy and a couple of other movies with her in it, but it was so amazing to see her play the lead (YES for Asian representation!), and Eve Polastri is such an incredible character. Jodie Comer was a revelation, she was great at speaking multiple languages, and I absolutely loved Villanelle. Also, hi Aunt Petunia!

So about the episode (under the cut because this got way longer than I thought)

I loved the humor

- When Eve says that at least they have the whole weekend to recover from the party and then being called in to work

- How little they cared about the Russian guy dying “oh no – why are they crying about it here?”

- “turns out people are still murderous bastards on the weekend”

- Everything Elena! The dynamic between her and Eve is amazing. That whole “how big are her breasts” convo was gold

I loved that Eve is kinda freaky

- All that screaming because she fell asleep on her arms

- When she let out a “cool” when Carolyn described how the Russian was killed and everybody was wtf

- When she punctured her own leg to ‘recreate’ the Russian’s death. Was she curious to see how hard you have to press to break the skin??

- Her elaborate plan to kill Niko and get away with it

And speaking of Niko, we’re probably supposed to think he’s boring with Eve repeating that he’s really well and nice and well, and Bill literally saying her husband is boring her, but I really liked him! and I usually don’t care about male characters. He’s just so supportive of her, sees through her, helps with her work, and he cooks and brings her drinks. And even when she’s being freaky he goes along with it “Smart, huh?” “Very.” “Sexy?” “Hugely!” Plus the “do you want to have sex?” thing and then obsessing about her work and him just going along with it.

Also, Sandra Oh’s facial expressions. Especially when she’s satisfied with herself: “she said Eeeeve!” & “oh yeah, no one could follow that!”

And it’s really the small moments that make the show so good and elevate it to another level. Like when Eve is trying to eat her croissant in the meeting and it’s awkward because the paper bag makes noise. So relatable. Eve and Bill swapping lunches at work like you would. That one nurse in the ‘fun’ scrubs because of course

Also:

- Sandra Oh saying “croissant”. She should speak more French.

- Elena being star struck by Carolyn Martens

- The music!!! It’s so good and really sets the mood

Now, let’s talk about Villanelle! My new fave.

She is so unique, does such unexpected things, and she’s just so damn cool! Rides a motorcycle, wears practical shoes, has many skills including climbing up pipes, hiding in suitcases, speaking French and Italian, which was super hot, and obviously killing people. She’s also kind of an asshole but an entertaining one. And I love how she just casually keeps her tampons, razors and gun in the same drawer. All the essentials in one place!

Also, she’s bisexual!!! So great. Thank you for challenging heteronormativity! And telling us by way of a threesome was superb.

Her dynamic with Konstantin is great. He is so serious, but he obviously cares about her. I loved when they both said “No I can’t, I’m sorry” and “You don’t mean that” about watching a movie. They’ve clearly known each other for a while and I cannot wait to learn more about them.

I liked the postcards as a way to identify the location and identity of the next target. It’s original.

So about her kill:

- The grandpa and grandkid were super cute.

- “You should really ask before you touch a person” I loved that! Yes to consensual touching! Could she have been in an abusive environment when she was younger? It seems probable in the criminal world.

- I was not expecting her to stab him in the eye. That was a little gory. When she went to get that pen I was scared she’d stab him with it in the other eye. Glad it didn’t happen.

I have a few questions though:

- The boy in the bathroom. What if he had come out sooner and seen her kill his grandpa? Would she also have killed him? And regardless, why didn’t she kill him too since he’d seen her face? I don’t think there had been a witness to her kills before, which is why she has to go kill the Russian’s girlfriend so nobody can identify her.

- Does the show draw a line at shoving ice cream on a kid and not killing them? Later on at the hospital it also seemed very convenient for Dom to have just left to get snacks. Does the show not want to cross the “unforgivable” line of killing a kid to keep her more sympathetic? Does she have her own moral code?

- If the kid didn’t describe her to the authorities, he at least did to his family, right? So now she probably has the Italian mafia after her? Or maybe he’ll keep a personal vendetta against her and go after her when he’s grown? Or he doesn’t care since he wanted to get back at his grandpa for the ice bath although murder seems extreme?

- And what was that weird dialogue with the kid “If you make a sound I will kill you too” “Will you eat me?” “Maybe just your head” … why would she tell him? He probably thought she was joking since he obviously didn’t expect his grandpa to be dead when he came out? Maybe he’ll keep quiet because he’s scared she’ll come back and ‘eat him’? Or he’s a kid and she doesn’t believe he’ll remember what she looks like?

- Also, does she get off on seeing her targets die???

I also liked the parallels between Eve and Villanelle being bored at work and going rogue. And OMGGG that hospital bathroom scene!!! I was not expecting them to meet so soon, but it was so good, although short! And what was up with her staring at Eve??Also, she didn’t even wash her hands. I’d be suspicious if I was Eve. Maybe she was too weirded out to notice.

So Villanelle killed the 2 guards, the fun scrubs nurse and the girlfriend. But how was the whole floor empty? There was at least a receptionist and a couple of people walking in the hallways earlier. Did they hear gunshots and leave? If so, how come Eve didn’t hear anything? How long did she spend in that bathroom? Did Villanelle tell the receptionist some bullshit excuse to make her and everyone else leave?

Also, re: Eve’s conversation with Elena about the female assassins in their database. Shouldn’t Eve already know that they only have 1 since she’s spent months compiling data and theorizing about a female assassin? Also, 1 seems awfully low, maybe there is some conspiration to keep all female assassins secret. Eve is probably right that “they’re” in on it, that someone is keeping this quiet.

Now, Frank is not wrong about Eve endangering a minor and conducting an illegal investigation, but he’s such an asshole for telling her she failed at her job when she did everything she should have and telling her she’s responsible for the death of 4 people. I was on the fence about Bill the whole episode but thumbs up for standing with Eve against Frank. Loved how she was pissed and just blurted out everything about the secret interview. “You’re a dick-swab” haha. I also liked that Eve was crying like anyone would in that situation. It felt realistic.

Carolyn Martens showing up at her doorstep was unexpected and lol at how she casually says she’s been married a few times. So now she’s going to recruit Eve, and of course Niko would assume she’s an agent before thinking she’s having an affair, Niko’s great!

“We think she’s been operating for 2 years” Who’s ‘we’? MI-6? I guess we’ll find out soon.

Thank you for reading! (If anyone made it to the end lol) I’ll post my reviews for the following episodes when I have time.

#killing eve #episode review

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wannawrite · 7 years ago

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Melting Of The Ice Cream Girl [ pt.2 ]

PD101 / MXM’s Im Youngmin X Reader [fem ver] part one TW: use of vulgar language, mild violence i think… better to put these up anyway Fluff, mild angst bullet-point ver. [ scenario ver. : coming soon ] • some stuff happens that makes you go all ICE princess where is ice cream girl • your stare could freeze Youngmin • can Youngmin still melt you? oMGgg guys idk what’s wrong with me i’m on a roll right now but i literally re-read part one and got super happy after that like it didn’t even feel like I wrote it okay bye buT yAY IM SO HAPPY YOU LOVE IT ANON I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE TOO EVEN THOUGH I’M BAD AT WRITING ANGST gOD BLESS - admin L PS: sorry but scenario ver. might take a long time :((( ___________ • it’s pretty awkward still • you can’t stop blushing • Youngmin can’t stop talking to you • and chuckling when you barely nod out a reply • your face is like a tomato • what is a regular heartbeat anymore? • Youngmin’s so perfect you can’t even breathe the same air as him it isn’t possible • but he seems happy sharing the same table as you • as much as his sunbae + chaebol™ clique is yelling for him and Donghyun to return to them • they stay rooted to their seats • and somehow it makes you really happy on the inside • but on the outside, it looks as if your glare can get hell to freeze over • you try to get Woojin or Daewhi’s help but they’re so engrossed in conversation about something personal with Donghyun • that Youngmin feels that he shouldn’t interfere with because he isn’t interrupting • he’s just admiring your face and picking at his fries • also trying to start a conversation with you • at least he’s trying and you really appreciate it

• suddenly you have this nudge of confidence and you blurt out • ‘you’re in the same mathematics class as Mina, aren’t you, oppa?’ • deadass Youngmin’s pupils dilate when you call him that • moVING ON • he smiles and nods his head • ‘yeah i know mina, she’s cool. we actually sit next to each other in class.’ • then silence • … • *crickets chirping* • ‘yo Y/N why don’t you tell Youngmin and Donghyun about the game you created’ • oh god Woojin why • your best friends are grinning smugly at you • the focus shifts to you • ‘uh…uh, it’s nothing much really…’ you try to avoid it • but the hopeful and interested look on Youngmin’s face makes you give in • ‘It’s like…idk what we call it but for now, we call it mall hide and seek’ ( made up game by yours truly™ ) • so like hide and seek but across the whole mall and you can text clues and whatnot • Youngmin and Donghyun want to play • sunbae + chaebol™ clique hears and joins in as well • resulting in your face resembling a tomato • one of the boys in the clique makes fun of your blushing face • 'yah! don’t laugh at her like that, it’s rude of you.’ Youngmin defends • yOU aRE SHocKED • diD MY CRUSH JUST DO THAT ??? • uHM YES SIS HE DID • 'oh, it’s okay….’ • 'but thank you Youngmin’ • oKAY HIS ENTIRE FACE LIGHTS UP • hE’s SUDDENLY GLOWING • and that makes you crack a smile • even though it’s a tiny one • you guys get up to leave • and Youngmin refuses to leave your side for some reason but you don’t really care • because • who would? He’s Im Youngmin • you’re blessed if he approaches you • and he’s your crush so • you guys start playing • and Youngmin decides to hide in the supermarket • so you find yourself squashed in the tissue paper section with a laughing Im Youngmin • he doubts the finders would ever search in behind a wall of tissue boxes • thank god no one reports ya’ll • you’re giggling so hard it kinda unlocks your crazier side • you feel like you can reveal a bit of your true self to Youngmin • he seems trustworthy • suddenly your phone chimes • your mum needs you to buy some spices • sighing reluctantly, you emerge from your hiding spot and Youngmin follows you • you try to push him back since Woojin and Sewoon have already found Donghyun, Samuel and Kenta • skillz™ • but he’s like 'no i can’t leave you, we hide together, we die together’ • even though it’s possibly the dumbest thing he has ever said, your heart flutters uncontrollably • you roll your eyes but grabs his hand and drags him along • Youngmin is sHOokeTH • shES HOLDING MY HAND OH MY GODDHDKSHSKDB • you don’t even realise because skinship is such a common thing with your friends • Youngmin is about to faint from happiness • he can die happy • you grab a basket and start searching for things from the list • surprisingly, Youngmin takes and interest and also helps you to get things • he also tells you about how his parents use roughly the same types of herbs • also helps you reach the top shelf if you can’t • just looking like a domestic couple • newly weds • like the wholesome couple just grocery shopping together • you find yourself enjoying it so much you don’t feel as if Youngmin is a acquaintance • he asks for your number • and you two chat a lot as you’re grabbing items • when your just finishing at the cashier • Jung Sewoon, a member of the sunbae + chaebol™ clique spots you two • 'there!’ • you hastily thank the cashier and make a run for it • grabbing Youngmin’s hand and your stuff of course • you manage to outrun the school’s star tracker, Takada Kenta • 'yo dude, let’s let them go to the rooftop and do romantic shit before ambushing them’ • 'do you guys want bubble tea?’ • 'i bet Youngmin’s going to kiss her first’ • Samuel loses the bet • you guys are up on the rooftop sky garden • how romantic • you guys out breath and struggling to catch it while doubling over in laughter • 'did we lose them?’ Youngmin asks • 'i thinks we did’ you reply, giggling • 'you’re crazy, Y/N. I love it’ he says • you’re caught off guard but recovers quickly • nOW OR NEVER Y/N • you pull him close by his fancy as tie bc he’s a sunbae + chaebol and loves dressing up • tip-toeing • 'then i suppose you’ll love this’ • before you can back out, you press your lips to his • hE IS STUNNED • you break away but he pulls you back in to kiss you more • honestly, you don’t know what you guys are but you know the feeling is mutual • you do go home with a heavy heart after he doesn’t say anything about a future relationship • at least he was your first kiss • but you’re absolutely crushed when Youngmin arrives to school in his fancy ass car on Monday • he isn’t alone • it’s like a scene in a drama • and this pretty, tall, rich girl steps out on the other side • you were halfway done the steps to meet him but you just turn around and storm the other way • your temper has been tested • 'you don’t want to mess with Y/N, she’ll ice you to death’ • you’re mad, why? • Youngmin can’t make out with you on Friday but come to school with another girl on Monday • what’s worse? you spent the whole weekend texting him • he was behaving super sweet and lovey dovey • clearly interested • and now…. • they aren’t related • so she’s a competition • she’s his dad’s boss’s daughter who transferred schools halfway through Sophomore year • she isn’t in any of your classes but she seems like a fairly pleasant person • Hyemi and Mina aren’t having it either, since they know about your little incident • you can’t even look at Youngmin • he’s confused when you don’t return the smile or wave • i guess she never really liked me ??? • lol son im sorry but u dumb • ( yOungmIN SWEETIE IM SORRY IM DOING YOU SO DIRTY RIGHT NOW ) • he asks about you in math class but Mina just shrugs in response • it continues for a week • you can’t exactly kick the poor innocent girl out of school can you? • but she seems to want to extend her 15 seconds of new girl fame • she goes around bragging about how she and suuupppeerr close • 'oh! we were just in his room watching a movie yesterday’ she says to her little group of Freshman fangirls • 'did you two cuddle?’ one of them pipes up, eyes wide • 'yupp! we live in the same house for now so we’re super close. the mansion is huge.’ • basically, she’s trying to brag about being Youngmin’s friend • Kenta told you that Youngmin’s only nice to her because she’s like his annoying little sister and his dad would have his head if he isn’t • you hold you temper but one day • she’s just sitting there in the canteen outrightly insulting Samuel for being the 'poorest’ in the sunbae + chaebol™ squad and being mixed • ( i fcking love samuel how dare you not like him just bc he’s mixed im mixed too wtf wtf wtf i still don’t understand ) • you just about beat Donghyun to confrontation • 'it’s funny how you laugh at others for small things like that but you don’t even have enough money for your own house,“ you hiss even though it’s a really low jab to take at her • you have 0 chill when it comes to your friends, even though Samuel isn’t the closest • the Sophomore pushes out her chair and stands up to meet your eye but she’s still shorter than you • 'eXCuSE mE?’ • 'you heard me. you talk shit about Samuel yet you’re living off the Im family.’ • the Sophomore bitch shoves you as hard as she can but you barely wavers • 'LIsTEN! I cAN taLK abOut whOEVER i waNt tO. SamUEL DOESN’t belONG iN thAT cLiqUe. WhO tF dO yOU tHiNK YOu ARe?’ • you scoff, mildly amused by this Sophomore • 'someone Youngmin oppa actually likes’ • she screams so shrilly it causes your ears to bleed before lifting her hand • you catch it before Hyemi and Mina can interfere • leaning to her ear, 'you have no right to look down on someone just because of their social status or because of their race.’ • 'it was joke’ she whimpers out as your grip on her tightens • 'there’s a fine line making a joke and being a bitch but I guess you’re both’ you spit, releasing her arm • she tries to shove you again ??? lololol this girl issa joke • suddenly, you’re wretched away • Youngmin storms out of the canteen but before he can, you yank your hand out of his grasp, glowering at him • 'you don’t deserve me!’ you yell, anger bubbling over • he’s speechless but you still follow him to the bleachers in the gymnasium • there’s a really long and bitter silence • 'thanks…on behalf of Samuel, you didn’t need to….Donghyun would’ve-’ • 'Samuel’s my friend, of course I should have’ you cut off, 'what do you want anyway? i need to go.’ • Youngmin catches your arm as you turn to leave, 'why are you ignoring me? what did I do?’ • you raise your eyebrows at him in disbelief, 'Im Youngmin, you are one of the smartest students in this school. you should know what you did’ • he shakes his head and hangs it in shame • 'i don’t know? how about…making out with me on Friday, texting me all weekend just like a boyfriend would but showing up on Monday with a girl and not denying any of the shit she’s spewing? i don’t even know anymore’ • he’s apologising countlessly but you don’t even know anymore • you’re out off the gymnasium before he can catch you again … • it’s been another week since that entire fiasco and everything has settled down since then • Samuel won’t get over the fact that you stuck up for him and nearly got suspended • Sophomore did get suspended because she initiated the fight • you ignored Youngmin the whole time as much as your heart ached and as much as you cried but it was too mentally pressing to try to keep up with a guy like him • one day, a letter falls out of your locker when you open it • it’s from your alpaca boy • 'y/n, i’m sorry. hear me out, we can make this work. 3 pm, basketball courts’ • Hyemi and Mina caution you, even Woojin and Daewhi are skeptical but you’re at the basketball courts at precisely 3 pm • Youngmin’s already waiting for you on one of the benches, he smiles - which you can’t return - and gestures for you to come closer • 'i’m sorry i behaved like that. i had a lot going on, believe me when I say I argued with my parents for an hour when they told me about…Anna’s arrival. it was unexpected and I didn’t exactly like her.’ he sighed 'i guess i really f*cked with you without even realising. I’m sorry. I should have made things clear from the start to her. I’m sorry I played with your emotions and that she said such things.’ • 'what did you want to make clear?’ you prodded, hope rising in your chest • Youngmin’s eyes met your own and his hand enclosed yours, beaming. 'that I want to be with you, because I like you’ • you’re elated but at the same time, you can’t accept how things are • 'I-I’ll have to… think about it…with all that’s happened,’ you stammer • the smile on his face falls but he nods understandingly • 'I understand. I’m willing to wait for you.’ • your answer isn’t immediate and Youngmin got pushed to the greatest lengths to try to win you back • he really isn’t giving up • honestly, you’re touched he’s courting you for so long • it was entertaining for his clique and yours which had bonded together to form one power squad • eventually, you fall for his advances once again • you’re truly an ice cream girl • sweet, crazy, cold and sticks to Youngmin’s lips • it isn’t like he’s complaining

#admin L #im youngmin #MXM #produce 101 #produce 101 scenarios #kim donghyun #MXM scenarios #BNM #bnm boys #bnm trainees

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tellywoodtrash · 7 years ago

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… for fucksssssss sake, are they ever going to feed this poor baby? 😥😥😥

oh god, please don’t make shivaay sing. please. 😣😣😣

nakuul’s using his NAKUUL voice to sing, instead of his SHIVAAY voice. 🙃🙃🙃

baby has amazing “bitch, what the fuck?” face 😆😆😆

might be shivaay’s baby. purely based on that look.

“achcha hua bhavya yahaan pe nahi hai warna bachche ko harass karne ke chakkar mein andar ho jaate faaltu mein.”

snort. 😂😂😂

also, the look of betrayal on shivaay’s face that rudra agrees with anika re: his singing. 😆😆😆

“shivaay teri besuri awaaz pehli baar kaam mein aayi hai!”

more like baby thought “ok if i stay awake he’ll sing to me even more, so best if i just pretend to sleep so that he’ll stop” 😕😕😕

obros have wizened up to first rule of baby management: sleep when the baby does. 😌😌😌

why the F would they need WALKIE TALKIES, when they have PHONES and whatsapp/texting??? lord. 🙄🙄🙄

god, the girls are being hella annoying. 😒😒😒

pffffffffft. “nayi soch” being plugged. 🙄🙄🙄

ugh, the girls have managed to get a tagline even more annoying than LAUNDE HAI KAMAAL KE. i liked naaari ssssakti jindabaad better. 😣😣😣

ok very random change of scene. 😕😕😕

omkara us room se nikle toh milaaati. 😑😑😑

om @ crying baby: dekh beta, zindagi bohuttttt badi hai, roke kuch nahi milne waala. learn to face your problems.

this is exactly the kinda shit i tell crying babies and barking dogs and basically anything that’s making an uneccesary ruckus. 😐😐😐

24 HOURS LATER… CAMBRIDGE GRAD, BUSINESSMAN OF THE YEAR, IS FINALLY LIKE “HM. COULD IT BE POSSIBLE THAT PERHAPS THIS TINY HUMAN IS HUNGRY? MAYBE? JUST A SUGGESTION?” 😒😒😒

lol pooooor rudra. shivaay is straight up bullying him. 😂😂😂

“bhagwan ke liye, protein powder daalke mat laana.”

hahahahaha. good thing that was clarified, otherwise he fully would have. 😆😆😆

shivaay’s little squeal/snort at rudra saying he’ll only be back after 100 pushups. coz he knows rudra can’t even do 10 crunches without dying. 100 pushups my ass. 🙄🙄🙄

shivaay is strictly opposed to the name “BUNTY”. it might not be his baby, but any baby in his care should have a naam with some class and weight and tadi. 😌😌😌

it’s confirmed that it’s a boy? 🤔🤔🤔

ohhhhhhhh boy. shivaay’s being left alone with the baby. he’s going to talk about the stock market to it (like how he used to talk about inflation rate to baby rudra)

a ha! anika is going to pounce on opportunity! 😁😁😁

Awareness™. 😍😍😍

oh ho ho ho, faraq games again. baby ke saamne bhi. 😐😐😐

how is she not seeing the damn baby? IT’S RIGHT ON THE BED, IN A BASKET FESTOONED WITH RIBBONS AND WHAT NOT. NOT EXACTLY SUBTLE. 😟😟😟

… how anticlimactic. i can’t quite read shivaay’s mood re: anika’s monologue. touched and hopeful, that she still loves and cares about him? discomfited, that he never stopped caring about her despite how she betrayed him? what’s happening inside that sleep deprived head of yours billu? 🤔🤔🤔

this scene was really weird to me; it didn’t have that usual magic that shivika scenes usually have. something about it was really flat and boring. 😕😕😕

SHE NOTICED HIS LAPTOP SCREEN WAALA BACHCHA, NOT THE ACTUAL JEETA JAAGTA HUA BACHCHA 2 FEET BEHIND HIM. 😒😒😒

also lmaoooo did he just google “how to take care of a baby”? #theMillenialWayToParenting 😂😂😂

… yeah, he literally never said he didn’t like kids? he’s shivaay singh oberoi. his priority is naam khoon khaandaan. a baby is a pretty essential part of passing on the lineage. 😗😗😗

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. OHHHHHHHHHH THEY BROUGHT MY FAVT SCENE BACK UP. YAAAAAAS. 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

also, he said that it doesn’t matter if YOU couldn’t give him a child. not that he didn’t want children at all. they’re not the same thing. 😐😐😐

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! HOW TO BHOOL JAO AND MOVE ON???? IT WAS THE MOST POIGNANT THING YOU EVER SAID TO HER. EVERRRRRRR. 😭😭😭😭😭

ohhhhhhhh boy. this conversation just took a detourrrr. she thinks he wants a naam khoon khaandaan waala baby with ragini. oh girlllllllllll. 😫😫😫

he’s getting super mad that she thinks he wants a baby, that too with anyone else but her. god anika, you’re so damn stupid. 😣😣😣

oh my godddd you idiotssssssssss. what a hottttt messss this isssssss. neither of you want anything than to be together forever with the other one. stop accusing each other of god knows what else. 😪😪😪

“jis din tum yeh sentence ko complete karogi… tab baat karenge hum.”

siiiiiiiiiiiiigh. you twooooooooooo. 😭😭😭😭😭😭 you two need less talking and more making out. and fucking therapy. you definitely need extensive amounts of therapy. 😕😕😕

ouff, idhar gauri ke maa waale issues. why can’t she just tell him to pretend for a few days, like she did for his fam? awaiii baat ka batangad. 🙄🙄🙄

ouff, meanwhile dumbell oberoi is sidetracked. 😒😒😒

lmao jhanvi encouraging gauri to be mad at om, and om’s eyeroll like PLEASE MOM, SHE’S ALREADY MAD AT ME DON’T ENCOURAGE HER I CAN’T TAKE IT WHEN THE TINY CUTIE GETS ALL SHOUTY 😣😣😣

ouff, don’t care about this ruVya scene at all. 😑😑😑

my god, this acp is kuch zyaaada hi. stay in your lane, girl. who even are you to ask him all this? 😒😒😒

omggg gauriiiiiiiii just telllllll him. 😫😫😫

“ajeeeeeeeeb aurat hai!” 😂😂😂

lollllll her snark. so wifely. “you wanna go spend time with the boys? FINE!!!!!!!!!!!” 😆😆😆

heeee heeee, omkara’s dimaag ke phurzeeee are finally turning. 🙃🙃🙃

DID SHIVAAY JUST LEAVE THE BABY UNSUPERVISED, WHILE HE WENT AND GOT CHANGED? GOD. 😧😧😧

lmao baby ke liye DOODH MEIN COCKTAIL STRAW. 😂😂😂

tellywoodtrash presents: a face journey, by shivaay singh oberoi.

“nahi pata mujhe! maine bachche nahi paale na!” “common sense bhi nahi paali kya???”

snort. sassy singh oberoi’s lack of sleep is getting to him. 😆😆😆

OMG YES, CALL HIM OUT, HE’S ALWAYS GOING ON ABOUT HOW HE “RAISED” YOU TWO! PUT HIM TO THE TEST! 🙃🙃🙃

LOL, om knows that there’s no such thing as privacy in this house and that the girls will instantly open anything that comes in shivaay’s name. 😗😗😗

THIS WALKIE TALKIE NONSENSE IS SO FUCKING STUPID. 😒😒😒

“sipaaahi samajh mein nahi aata aapko?”

A+ bitch face, anika.

also, the snark levels in this household are at an alllll time high today. it’s amazing and i love it. 😂😂😂

fun fact: shivaay thinks titanic is the world’s best film. a bold and unexpected choice. 😐😐😐

“shawshank redemption?” “…. shashank? 🤔🤔🤔”

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

how does shivaay not know sholay? how is that even possible? 😐😐😐

OMFG I RELATE SO MUCH WITH ANIKA’S ANGER AND RAGE AT SOMEONE WHO HASN’T WATCHED/LIKED THE MOVIES I LOVE. I LITERALLY TELL THEM TO GTFO MY SIGHT TOO. 😶😶😶

“world’s best movie. SH se naam shuru hota hai.” “DDLJ?”

man, it’s a good thing that the oberois have a family business they can shove rudra into, kyunki job toh isse milne se rahi. 😑😑😑

his big plan is to fucking call ragini?!!?!? INSTEAD OF KHANNA?????? 😯😯😯

“basanti bhaujaai” 😆😆😆

damn, so much envy at ragini’s super flat stomach. that’s it, i’m going on an all cucumber diet from today. 😥😥😥

riiiiiiiiiiight after i finish the fries i’m eating right now. 🤐🤐🤐

ragini’s CAPE though. the collar makes her look like:

lmaooooo, rudra wishing for the first and last time ever that anika doesn’t fuck ragini up. 😂😂😂

yup. they’re bullying him into doing it again. man, thank god i have no siblings. 😕😕😕

meanwhile, omkara is going on his own side quest. 😑😑😑

lol anika and ragini’s utterly fake smiles at each other. 😆😆😆

anika is proposing friendship. aw mannnn, i wish this was real. yougaiz know how much i love girl love. 👯🏽👯🏽👯🏽

OMG RAGINI HAS THE WRONG PACKAGE 😯😯😯

anika’s realllllllllly trying. she might sprain something from the effort of being nice to ragini. 😂😂😂

wooooop. her face changed instantly when she found out it’s a gift from shivaay. all friendly feelings have flown out the window. 😗😗😗

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA rudra’s face at the girls’ fighting. 🤣🤣🤣

(the camera work on that, the way they revealed him was realllllly good. extra hilarious. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣)

what is this ghadiiiiii? did svetlana send it to tej? 🤔🤔🤔

LMAO OMG RAGINI’S “HEIN” AT THE EMPTY BOX 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

AND OMGGGGGGG ANIKA’S ATTEMPT NOT TO LAUGH HAHAHAHAHAHA 😆😆😆

THIS WALKIE TALKIE NONSENSE IS ANNOYING ME SO MUCH. 😤😤😤

anika’s victorious fist pump at ragini’s bezzati. amazing. 😆😆😆

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh boy. RUN GAURI RUN! 😬😬😬

too late!!!!!!!!!!!! 😧😧😧

om seems to be totally ok and happy to meet saasumaa. 😗😗😗

*in the gentlest voice ever, and with a gentle smile* “gauri, bataaya nahi maa aayi hai?”

i instantly teared up. i just can’t believe that my old soft omki is back???? 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

(also i am pms-ing and anything and everything will make me cry.)

yup. not that your daughter threw me out of my own room and slammed the door in my face or anything. nope. 😶😶😶

idgaf, give him #BestPati at the #StarParivaarAwards2018 already. who could possibly top this? who? no one, that’s it. 😑😑😑

omki is our king (sing to tune of “weasley is our king”) 🤴🏽🤴🏽🤴🏽

gauri’s face be like “who are you and where’s my Nandi Bel waala husband?” 🤔🤔🤔

god i am in fucking love with him. my obsession and love from 2016 just came roaaaaaaring back fulllll zorrrr shorrrrr se. #omkaraIsBae 😍😍😍

gauri also just fell waaaaay more in love with hubs. i was here first, but ok, i shall step aside for my queen. 😌😌😌

hawwwwwwww, he palat-ed! he lovesssss her toooo. my beautiful soft and silent babiesssssss. they give my dil such sukoon. 💖💖💖

unlike those other idiot babies of mine who are giving me heartache and grey hairs. 😩😩😩

ARRE WAH! SMART BOIIIIIII RUDY. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

lmao ok, pretty sure this is nakuul and kunal fussing over the baby in this scene and not shivaay and om. 😊😊😊

“BUT PAPPU CAN’T DANCE!”

hahahahahahaha. this is why i love omki best. so self aware. 😂😂😂

oh lord. naach gaana. oufffffff. 🤦🏽🤦🏽🤦🏽

i have never seen shivaay this animated in my life. ever. 😐😐😐

again, because this is nakuul, and not shivaay. i think the director was basically like “last 5 min of the episode, no one gives a shit anyway, go wild mehta. do your thang.” and do his thang, he did. 😚😚😚

ok bohut dekh liya yeh naach gaana. fwding. coz too much michmichi. gimme the precap already. 😒😒

LAUNDRY BASKET MEIN BUNTY THA. 😧😧😧

JFCCCCCCCC AND YOU COULDN’T TELL HIM THAT BEFORE?!?!?!!?! IDIOT OMKI. 😣😣😣

GOD THAT POOR DEFENSELESS BABY, LEFT TO THE MERCIES OF THESE THREE PAPLU TAPLUS. WILL THE GIRLS RESCUE IT ALREADY? PLEASE?!?!!? 😫😫😫😫

OR EVEN BETTER, HAVE AN ACTUAL, RESPONSIBLE AND CAPABLE ADULT (WHICH CAN ONLY MEAN ONE PERSON IN THIS HOUSE: JHANVI) FIND IT. 😥😥😥

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