#testing testing... is this gonna show up in the tags or nah

[priceofreedom]

#it's a boyfriend thing

[joonberriess]

⊹₊ ⋆ “They can't deny our love, they can't divide us, we'll survive the test of time, I promise I'll be right here, standing next to you,”

TAGS — drunk sex, dirty talkin’, jk’s a pervy mess, oc is smitten this time round bc she’s soft, unprotected sex, creampies, oc rides it nice n good before jk pounds her, tit play(?) not much, anGSTY, like full on crying bro, making out, like a lot, oc n jk go on a date, THERE IS PLOT THIS TIME, mentioned shower sex, messy sex, oc’s got that creamy puss—, soft ;( , sleazy baby daddy au!

WORD COUNT — 6.9 k

The day started out like any other: you woke up, dressed Jiho for school following your usual routine of heading to the gym after dropping your baby off. From there you headed to the office to catch up on unfinished projects, a meeting or two slipped into your schedule but nothing too crazy. You manage to squeeze in a small break at home before having to go and get Jiho.

It’s a Friday and you realize that you don’t have much planned for the day or weekend so you decide on dropping off Jiho at your moms and enjoying a weekend of solitude to yourself. You’re practically daydreaming about taking the biggest nap of your life after this, hell maybe you can finally taste that new wine you recently bought. You practically buzz with excitement on the way, and back home.

Unfortunately life had a funny way of working sometimes.

“Hello?” You sigh deeply whilst pacing back and forth. It was just your luck that your car decided to be a pain in the ass by breaking down on the side of the road. Now you’re stranded outside of the city after dropping off Jiho.

“Baby? What’s up, somethin’ wrong?” Jungkook replies, you can hear him shuffling around on the other end of the line, “You callin’ cause you miss my dick–”

“No dipshit,” you pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance, “I got left stranded after dropping Jiho with my mom, car gave out on me and now I’m stuck outside the city kinda.” You look around, “Can you come help me out please?”

“Sure, I’ll be there in about twenty minutes top. Did you call the tow truck or nah? If you didn’t I can call while I’m on my way.”

You sigh in relief, “No I didn’t, but call your one friend. I’ll send you the location right now, bye.” You hang up and quickly send him your location. There isn’t really much to do so you sit back and scroll through your social medias to pass the time. Jungkook stays true to his word though and shows up in twenty minutes like he had promised. He’s not in his car though because today he’s brought his motorcycle.

“Hey.” You greet calmly and step out of your car. You make your way over to him, coming to a stop in front of his bike with your arms folded over your chest. You would rather not admit to anything (at least out loud) but he looks pretty hot, you can see his unruly hair underneath his helmet.

Jungkook slips his helmet off and shakes his hair out of his face, “Hi baby,” he grins, “so what happened here, hm?” He talks to you like he’s talking to a toddler, all teasing and shit. You don’t bother hiding your annoyance as you roll your eyes, making him laugh, “Alright, alright, but seriously what happened mama?” He leans over to bring you into his side, landing an obnoxious wet smooch over your lips.

You scrunch your face up and nod your head in the direction of the car, “Stopped out of nowhere, turned off and everything.”

He looks over at it and hums, “Pop the hood for me, gonna give it a look before Eunwoo comes.” He lets you go and rounds the front of the car, giving you a thumbs up to pop the hood up for him.

It unlocks and Jungkook opens it up leaning over the car with quiet “tch, tch, tch” noises as he tries to see what was wrong with it. You step out to watch him closely, trying to ignore how good he looks in a white wife beater with his arms and tattoos all out. Jungkook doesn’t even have to try when it comes to getting you hot and bothered.

“Shit babe,” Jungkook hisses and recoils, “you need to get the oil changed, ‘s fuckin burned and dried out. Top of that, I think the battery is either old or it just needs a charge.” He shakes his head with a grimace.

You sigh in relief, happy that it wasn’t anything major, “I’ll get it checked out at the shop then,” you help him slam the hood closed, “thanks.”

“Mm,” he leans against the car staring down at you, “need a ride back home?” He licks his lips, not bothering to hide the fact that he’s checking you out in broad daylight with that lecherous look in his eyes.

You nod, “Please, it’s finally my day off and this happens.” You chuckle bitterly and kick a rock, “Was looking forward to a nap, guess that won’t be happening.”

“Hm, I know a way we could pass the time..” He slides his hand around your waist, teasingly pulling at the belt loop of your jeans, “I can make you forget ‘bout all this mess mama.” He says in a low tone, “Just say the word..”

You bring him close with a hand around the back of his neck, lips inches away and eyes full of lust. “You’re so cute,” you softly breathe out as his eyes light up with arousal, “but no.” You pinch his arm extra hard, listening in satisfaction when he cries out in pain, “I’m not fucking you on the side of the road. Especially since Eunwoo might be close by, yeah no thanks.” You snort.

“Ow you fucking hurt me.” Jungkook hisses, “You left a mark! Look at that!” He thrusts his arm out to show the red mark you left, “Kiss it better.” He huffs quietly and eyes you expectantly.

You look back at him with a blank stare, “No,” you step to the side and look out for the tow truck, “last I checked I’m not the one responsible for kissing boo-boos,” you fold your arms over your chest, “you’re a grown ass man deal with it.”

Jungkook quietly laughs under his breath, “No you’re right—I can give you something else to kiss better.” He dodges your hand, laughing loudly while ignoring the colorful words you spew at him, “C’mon it was a little funny.”

“No it wasn’t,” you hiss while smacking his arm, “you’re so fuckin’ dumb Jungkook.” You try hard to fight off the chuckle stuck in your throat, “Oh my god.” You turn away, shoulders shaking as you quietly laugh to yourself.

Jungkook comes behind you to pull you into his chest while swaying side to side with you, “C’mere,” he leans down to kiss the side of your face, “go out for dinner with me, saw a new place open up and it has a lot of your favorites.” He murmurs in your ear.

“Yeah?’ You reply softly, “Where is it?”

“Gangnam,” Jungkook curtly replies while burying his face into your shoulder, “you down for some fun?”

You haven’t been out since your last girls trip to Jeju and that was like two months ago. Fuck it—you think—it’s friday and you don’t have to worry about work till tuesday. With Jiho being out for the weekend you guess you can unwind too. Plus Jungkook could be fun to be around with..sometimes. You won’t ever admit it though, what Jungkook doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

“Okay, sounds good. You need to drop me off at my apartment though, gotta get ready ‘n stuff.” You see the tow truck pulling into the side of the road, “C’mon, your friend’s here.” You pull away and start walking towards your car.

In the end Jungkook takes you to his apartment to get ready, he literally has you packing a overnight bag with everything you could possibly need for a weekend stay. You don’t even know why you agree to staying the weekend with him but Jungkook says something about Gangnam being close to his place and how he’d probably not be able to drive you back home if you two end up finishing late at night. You know it’s not that though, but you don’t have the heart to call him out for it.

“Lace,” Jungkook smirks as he looks at the underwear you dropped on his bed after opening up your bag, “red too, damn this for me mama?” He dangles the cheeky pair of panties up in the air.

You hum in response, not really focused on him because you’re trying to fix your grinder, “Gonna pregame or what?” You finally say after getting it to work, “Or you too old Jeon?” You stick your tongue out with a smirk while adding in some bud.

Jungkook throws his head back with a laugh, “Babe you trying to get me cross-faded? Fuck I don’t even think I’ve pregamed in a while, don’t wanna get shit-faced just yet though,” he scratches his nose, “so shots? We both need to remember our livers don’t work like they used to.”

“Yeah, yeah hold on.. let me finish real quick.” You mumble to yourself. The blunt hangs from your lips when you finish rolling it, old habits die hard you guessed when you go around picking up Jungkook’s clothes off the ground. You go around cleaning a little bit of his room before heading into his bathroom to start the water.

You and Jungkook smoke about half of the blunt together before taking a shot, which you end up pulling a face at and shaking your head, “Fuck I haven’t drank this shit since college,” you wipe your lips, “ugh, I’m gonna go shower. Bleh,” you try to get the bitter taste out of your mouth while disappearing into his bathroom.

Of course Jungkook doesn’t leave you alone as he follows you into the shower. By the time you’re both out there’s only a hour left before you two have to head out, “Babe I invited Hoseok and Yoongi if that’s cool with you,” he says loudly from inside the walk-in closet, “Yoongi said something about him and your one friend going together.”

“Who Hyejin?” You try to reply while lining your lips, “She’s the one who texted me like ten minutes ago,” you smack your lips together, “or is it someone else?”

Jungkook comes out wearing a black blazer over a white top, “Uhh I think?” He passes by with a cheeky ass grab, “ready for another shot?” He heads out to bring back the bottle, “Or you going to drink from the bottle?” He smirks lazily, you both end up taking a swig from the bottle.

“Okay, I’m ready.” You pull one of Jungkook’s black leather jackets over your body, “I don’t care if you only had one drink or no drinks, we’re both walking or getting a ride got it? I don’t wanna hear you complaining about having to leave the car overnight,” you sternly say to him as you both head out together, “I’m not trying to die in the middle of fuckin’ fall, ‘s freezing tonight.” You shiver a little.

Jungkook snorts, “Babe I’m a little cross-faded, but it’ll go away I promise-” he stops himself from finishing his sentence when he sees the glare you’re sending his way, “okay, okay, fine we’re gonna catch a ride home.” He winds his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in closely, “Nice little date night isn’t it?”

You snort quietly and look up at him in amusement, “Date? Ew, as if. We haven’t been on one of those in ages.”

“Don’t be such a little party pooper, first date and you’re already complaining? I’m hurt baby,” Jungkook holds the lobby door open for you, smacking your ass when you slip past him, “just wait and see, ‘m gonna make this the best night ever.”

His words make you roll your eyes, “Sure.” You’re secretly endeared though, and you can’t help but wonder what has you so soft with him today. Usually you found it annoying when he said corny/sappy shit but for some reason it’s cute? Maybe you really were in a good mood.

.

“Well don’t you look pretty,” Hyejin grins as she slips her arm around you waist, “you lil’ fuckin floozy, you fucked him didn’t you?” She laughs softly, “Look at all the marks, fuck lemme see,” she tries to take a peek into your dress.

“Hyejin,” you hiss while pushing her off of you, “you’re gonna show my entire tit to everyone around, stop.” You quietly laugh, “And for your information we didn’t go all the way because I didn’t let him, he only ate me out I swear.” You whisper into her ear, jumping in alarm and rushing to cover her mouth when she yells out loud.

She winks at you deviously before going back to her seat next to Yoongi. It’s nice being with friends like this, plus the restaurant was everything you hoped for. The vibes and atmosphere were pleasant, it was kinda reminding you of your college days when you and your friends stayed out late. It brings a tiny smile to your face.

“So how you been y/n?” Hoseok speaks up, “Felt like I haven’t seen you in forever.” His eyes dart back and forth between you and Jungkook, eyes taking in the way you’re both sitting so close.

“Been good, just working nothing too crazy, how bout you?” You nod your head at him, “Still doing that thing you told me about—fuck I keep forgetting what it was—but yea, you still doing that or..?”

Hoseok sips his beer with a nod, “Yeah,” he notices the way Jungkook’s hand tightens around your shoulder, “ ‘s gotten busier but business is good so I can’t complain you know?” He sheepishly smiles.

You briefly look over at Jungkook to see he’s got his tongue poking the inside of his cheek—the thing he does when he’s either angry or bothered—you’re not so sure why he’s pissy but you don’t dwell on it, “That’s good, let me know how it goes though. Can’t say I’m not interested from what you told me.” You feel Jungkook squeeze your arm, releasing it after a couple of seconds and then going back to stroking his hand up and down.

You both stay huddled close the rest of the night, Jungkook keeps his hand over your thigh and you have your head against his shoulder. The night only gets wilder as the restaurant turns into a full party with people singing and enjoying the loud music, Hoseok orders shots for everyone and by the time you check your phone to see that it’s one in the morning you’ve already lost count of how many drinks both you and Jungkook had.

“Another shot or what? You said you could out drink me, I wanna see your ass try,” Yoongi hiccups while sending you a glare, you notice that Hyejin’s already passed out with her face buried in his neck.

You grunt in annoyance and push at Jungkook’s arm, “Didn’t say, I know I can.” You rumble back and manage to take the shot, “Now you asshole.” You nod your head, “Hurry up Yoongi, you’re getting old or what?” You snicker.

He makes a face and manages to down it, “Fuckin’ hell, so nasty.” He shakes his head, “We’re too old to be doing this shit, fuckin’ Hoseok tapped out on the third shot! Look at his ass, he’s not waking up anytime soon.” He groans.

“Yeah I think I’m done too, getting so fuckin dizzy,” Jungkook sighs and looks over at you, “ready to tap out too baby?” He hums as he leans in to rest his face in your shoulder.

You nod slowly, “Yeah, my head hurts too.” You sigh deeply and wave the waitress down. Yoongi generously closes the entire tab and heads out with Hyejin and Hoseok to wait for a taxi. You and Jungkook take a couple of minutes to gather your thoughts before heading out to follow them.

You stick around outside to make sure that Yoongi, Hyejin, and Hoseok get into the uber together before heading back to Jungkook’s. It feels a lot warmer walking hand in hand with him, you find yourself grinning like a idiot, “Hey Jungkook,”

“Hm?” Jungkook stops to look at you.

“Does that playground by your house still have that one swing where two people can go on it together?” You smile.

He blinks a couple of times in confusion before a knowing smile crosses over his face, “Yeah, it does.” He squeezes your hand.

You both end up giggling like children while swinging around in the air on opposite sides facing each other. You squeal when Jungkook pushes you both extra hard, causing you to swing a bit faster as you land on the ground and huff with effort to push the two of you. “Fuck I haven’t done this much workout since Jiho joined soccer,” you chuckle.

Jungkook huffs quietly, hot breath going foggy in front of his mouth showing just how cold it was. “Fucking freezing, gonna get blisters from this shit babe.” He swings you both once more, smiling brightly when he hears you squeal again, “Shit you look like you’re having more fun than I am.”

“Cause I am,” you grin softly and let go of the handles, “but fuck you’re right, my hands hurt and they smell like iron.” You wait for Jungkook so that you two could go inside since the cold weather was starting to get to you. “C’mon I’m cold.” You purse your lips and shove your hands into your pockets.

Jungkook quickly follows after you. You both manage to get in, stumbling over each other with giggles and drunken jokes. Jungkook doesn’t make it before he’s crashing on the floor, sending you into hysterics as you bend over clutching your knees laughing. “Babe help me up!” Jungkook whines.

“H-Hold on,” you wipe your tears, “c’mere.” You haul his ass up, giggling hysterically at his messed up hair.

“And what you laughin’ at hm?” Jungkook wraps his arms around you and tugs you close, “C’mon tell me,” he whines and leans down to slide his lips over yours. Immediately you lean into the kiss, deepening it as you slip a hand over his cheek and cup it gently. His lips move over your own, gliding gently and slotting perfectly over your own.

Jungkook crowds you into the wall as he tries backing you into the living room causing you both to stumble. You don’t seperate from the kiss though even after almost falling back because you’re both tripping over something laying on the ground. Jungkook pulls back briefly, chuckling drunkly when he sees you’re both not in the living room, in fact you’re both heading towards his kitchen.

“Babe,” he softly mumbles as he caresses your cheek, “hol’ on, move that way.” He smothers you in another hot kiss, refusing to part even for a second.

You grumble softly into the kiss and pull away, “Can’t,” you mumble and let him kiss you again, “you’re kissin’ me and I can’t see where I’m goin.” You have a dopey smile on your face, “Lemme,” pause. “lemme take you to bed,” you slur out.

Jungkook nods eagerly and follows after you. His hands are impatient as he works his jacket off of you, he growls in frustration when he can’t quite get you out of the pretty dress you wore tonight. “Fuckin’ hell help me,” he pouts and kicks the door open, “can’t get it off, need to see you naked,” he giggles, “c’mon, help me.” He gives you puppy eyes.

“Paws off,” you growl playfully while stripping from your dress, “I got this.” You send him a pointed look and head over to his large comfy bed. You let yourself fall dramatically on it, arms and legs spread out like you’re a starfish or something.

Jungkook climbs over you a few seconds later, you notice he’s already shirtless as he grins softly down at you and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, “Hi baby.” He whispers softly between the two of you. You giggle quietly and smile back at him with a ‘hi’, he looks funny. The world around you spins in endless circles, fueling your dizziness and motion sickness.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, “best baby mama ever.” He leans down, mouth hovering over your neck as he leaves open-mouthed kisses over the warm flesh. You sigh quietly and lean into his touch feeling all warm inside from how endearing he was being.

“More.” You quietly reply, you want to hear all about how pretty you are to him. You’d never openly admit but Jungkook makes you feel special with the way he’s obsessed with you. On the surface he sure as hell was a dirty sleazy pervert but you knew he was genuine with you, even if his words were a little crude and unsavory at times.

Jungkook hums, “More what baby?” He softly asks while pulling back to look down at you, “Want me to touch you more?” He grins cheekily, “Coz I’m not complaining, love touchin’ and feeling on you.. So pretty,” he whispers as his eyes trail over you, “mine too..”

The ‘yours’ sits on the tip of your tongue, but for some reason it never leaves your mouth. “Stop playing around before I fall asleep,” you smack your lips with a dazed expression on your face, “then you won’t get to touch, only look.”

His eyes light up and he doesn’t say anything else, instead he captures you for a messy little kiss while his chilled hands slide down your sides and to your hips where those red panties sit. He teases you by pulling on the waistband, letting it snap back a few times before he finally pulls them down. You’re quivering in excitement, your own hands come up to unbutton his pants with ease.

Jungkook helps you shove them off, his boxers go with them two until you’re both laid bare for eachother. He lies flat over you with his chest right against yours, he takes his sweet time mapping every crevice and surface of your body. You’re not used to this time of affection in bed with him given that most of your fuckings were nasty and to the point. No, tonight’s different.

“Will never get used to how pretty you are,” he murmurs while laying kisses over your throat and chest, “just wanna keep you like this forever.” He whispers out as his hot mouth envelops a nipple.

He lays his tongue flat over your sensitive bud, lapping at it and teasing around it. Your lips part as quiet breathy sighs and moans leave you, only yelping when Jungkook fully encases your nipple with his lips wrapped around it tightly. “Fuck,” you tangle a hand in his hair and watch with hooded eyes.

Jungkook’s other hand comes up to fondle your neglected tit, pinching and rolling your hard nipple between his fingers in tandem with his powerful sucks. He switches back between both of them, leaving a small trail of spit as he goes. You don’t know how much of his teasing you can take, your cunt’s throbbing and more slick is dripping between your plush folds and down the crevice of your ass no doubt staining his sheets.

“No more,” you say when your nipples were sucked raw, “need you n’ my pussy,” you shift around and roll Jungkook on to his back, “gonna ride it, jus’ the way you like it.” You tease softly and leave a open-mouthed kiss over his mouth, sighing quietly when you feel his hot cock against your inner thigh.

“Mm,” he sighs as his head drops on the bed, eyes slipped in utter bliss as he holds your hips in his hands, “yeah—want you to ride it for me baby, wanna watch you bounce on it.” He rolls his hips upward as his cock bumps and slides against you.

You take his cock into your hand and stroke over it slowly, occasionally tapping it over your folds and smearing your slick over him. You catch sight of his dark cock, all swollen and throbbing in your hold. It makes your mouth water as you eagerly lift your hips and slip the tip between your folds until it catch over your winking hole. Both of your breath hitches as you ease him into you, hissing in pleasure as your cunt spreads around the mushroom-y tip, pink rim spreading and hugging him tightly.

Jungkook’s lips part in a long moan, he scrunches his face up in pleasure and rubs his hands over the swell of your ass cheeks. “Oh fuck baby,” he whispers, “jus’ a little more,” he groans, “fuck!” He hisses when you bottom out with a loud smack, your ass clapping off his pelvis as you seat yourself with his cock stuffed deep inside of you.

“So good,” you hum and give a few experimental rolls, just loving how deep he is from this position.

Your hands come down to settle over his chest for leverage, you don’t wait any longer before you’re bouncing idly over his cock. The excess slick begins rolling down to his balls creating a low audible squelch. Jungkook doesn’t really say much other than a few curses and whispers of your name. Your own noises come out breathy and low, constrasting the fopping sound your ass makes when it smacks against his thighs.

The bed frame begins to creak under your weight, slowly you begin speeding up until you’re full on bouncing on his cock. You ride till the tip remains inside before coming back down and slamming your hips over his. Jungkook’s grunts and moans rise in volume from the delicous pressure around his cock, your pussy grips him so tight he feels your rim hugging him almost as if you were refusing to let his cock go.

“Shit y/n,” the way your name rolls off his tongue sends butterflies deep in your tummy as you eagerly bounce, “like that, fuck it feels so fucking good, gripping me so tight,” he rolls his hips upward to meet your bounces, “oh fuck.” He throws his head back and grits his teeth.

You mewl quietly and switch from bouncing to grinding, you roll your hips back and forth over his cock and reach behind you to stroke and fondle his balls that press tightly against your ass. He moans loud and bucks his hips into you roughly, somehow punching his cock deeper with the tip kissing your cervix.

“Jungkook..!” You gasp out as your toes curl.

He brings his arms up to hoist you off and on to the bed, rolling the two of you over as he hikes a hand under your knee and lifts your leg up while he fucks into your pussy wildly. The new angle has his cock striking your g-spot over and over again with calculated thrusts. He punches loud moans and whimpers out of your lips, the pleasure bubbles over and has your pussy gripping him so tight it’s hard for him to backstroke.

“Look at me baby,” he pants, “yeah, show me that pretty face mama.. Look at you, taking my cock so well in that slutty little pussy. Got you drippin’ for me like I said you would, feel that?” He slows down and grinds into you slowly, hips circling in figure of eights as his cock rubs over your walls slowly, “See what you do to me baby? Got me all worked up for you, pussy’s suckin me in so well can’t help it.” He groans.

Your mouth falls open in a ‘o’ when he plunges into you quickly, fucking his cock in and out at a rapid pace. Slick dribbles all around with some splattering over the sheets and sliding down your pussy to your ass. His balls are heavy as they swing and smack into your ass repeatedly, every so often his cock throbs pathetically from inside of you.

“Oh god,” you whisper and throw your head back, “fuck right there Jungkook..!” You let out a shout of pleasure as he hits your g-spot over and over again without missing. He has you sliding up the bed from his brutal pace, the pleasure rising and rising as you grit your teeth and try to fight off your impending orgasm.

“Go on baby, cum for me.” Jungkook whispers, “C’mon mama, lemme see you cum all over my cock, make it nice and messy for me.” He rasps out and grips the pillow lying by your head tightly as he grits his teeth and fucks into you harder if it was possible.

Stars burst behind your eyelids, your entire body locks up as you let out a pathetic little cry of pleasure. You cum with a loud moan of his name, clinging desperately to him with your arms loosely wrapped around his back and your legs locked around him to keep his cock inside. Your cunt milks his cock for all its worth, squeezing spasmodically from the aftershock of your orgasm.

Jungkook moans low at the feeling around his cock as he slams himself deep a total of three times before he finally cums. His cock pulses, hot cum filling your pussy to the brim with some of it seeping from the sides of your cunt. He sits up to look down at the mess between you, whistling out of breath when he sees the creamy white slick smeared over his pelvis and your pussy.

“Fuck, made a fuckin’ mess.” He chuckles breathlessly and teasingly rubs his thumb over your neglected swollen clit, “Didn’t need to touch this lil thing to get you to cum.” He purrs.

Your thighs twitch and you twist around to avoid any touch to your sensitive cunt, “Stopppp,” you whine softly and bury your face in the pillow, “ ‘m so sleepy Kook,” you smack your lips and blink slowly, “bed’s dirty though..”

Jungkook brings you into his arms and sighs, “Looks like we’re sleeping in the guest bedroom.” He murmurs and rolls out of bed, “C’mon,” he holds his hand out, “let’s get you to bed mama.”

You smile shyly when he says it like that, slipping out on shaky legs and following after him.

+

“I’m never drinking like that ever again,” you quietly moan while slipping on Jungkook’s slippers and tugging the hoodie over your head, “don’t forget to bring my phone,” you say to Jungkook as you step out of the apartment.

“Got it..” He mumbles and follows after you.

You’re both obviously not in the mood for cooking or anything so Jungkook suggested the convenience store for breakfast (in this case lunch because you two slept in all morning). Jungkook walks hand in hand with you the whole way, only letting go when you both split up to get your respective items. Jungkook of course pays and helps you make both your ramen bowls while you sit by the window poking your drink and mixing it around.

“You look a hot mess,” Jungkook says when he’s walking over, “a sexy hot mess.” He cheekily adds in when you turn to give him a look. “What? I like you with smudged ass mascara and leftover lipstick, gives you that sexy bed look.” He winks.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re not looking so hot either with lipstick all over your jaw.” You grin in amusement, “What did you get?”

Jungkook opens the black bag and sets all the snacks he got out onto the table, “This kimchi onigiri, uhhh sausage links, and this rolled egg thingy I don’t know.” He shrugs.

You eye the onigiri in curiosity, “Hm.” You mix your ramen around and open the seasoning packet, “Do you mind driving me to get my car? Eunwoo texted me last night saying it was gonna be ready for pick up later on, said that the battery’s charged now, he’s gonna just change the oil next.” You mumble.

“Yeah, wanna go after this? Eunwoo’s probably out on break, I can do the oil change myself.” He slurps his noodles loudly, cheekily grinning at you afterwards.

“Mm, fine with me. Just don’t fuck up my car or you’re paying for it.” You sip your drink just as loud.

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Eunwoo doesn’t end up being there but he leaves Jungkook a key and a note telling him about what your car needs. Jungkook wastes no time in getting to work as he slips his shirt off and works in his white tank top. You sit in a chair just watching him work while singing silently under his breath. You can’t quite shake the uneasy feeling you get in your gut, all this—playing couple and pretending like nothing’s wrong.

It makes your heart twist bitterly seeing him like this, all domestic and shit. Even the night before when you guys were at dinner. Hell the playground was enough for you to realize what was going on. You’re not so sure you can go back to pretending like you two aren’t a thing after this. You can only hold it in so much before it all starts crumbling down.

“Babe,” Jungkook slips out from under the car, “pass me the funnel behind you, I already drained it.” He wipes his dusty cheek, “Babe?”

“Oh yeah, here.” You hand him the funnel, “What, do I have something on my face?” You say after noticing how intently he’s staring at you.

Jungkook shakes his head, “Nah, just admiring how cute my baby mama looks.” He smiles teasingly and goes back to work before you can even reply. “So, you doing anything after this? I was kinda hoping we could spend a day in watching movies and shit, ‘m still pretty hungover.”

“Yeah..” You nod, “Sounds good I’m not feeling the greatest either,” you turn to look at anything but him. You don’t know why but you’re hit with a swirl of emotions and it’s starting to sizzle under your skin and make you irritated. The more you think about it, the more agitated you slowly become.

“Hey,” he suddenly says in front of you, “got something on your mind?” His lips hover over yours before he closes the distance between you two. The kiss is sweet and gentle, it has your poor little heart throbbing inside of your chest. Jungkook’s lips smack quietly against yours, as he brings his hands up to hold the sides of your face.

You softly hum into the kiss and bring your arms around his neck. He makes a pleased noise and caresses his thumb over your cheek and jawline. It’s the sweet moments like this that have you doubting, you’re not so sure you can keep up with him anymore. He does all these sweet things and it just lulls you into a false security with him, like everything is okay and things were the way they used to be.

You want that..

Jungkook parts from the kiss and stares deep into your eyes, “You with me baby?” He say when he takes in how distracted you look.

“Yeah,” you softly whisper, “ ‘m here.” You bring him back for another passionate kiss, this time effectively blocking out all those little voices in your head.

Jungkook grunts in surprsie as he hoists you up with him, backing you into the counter nearby and swiping all the tools clear from the surface. His breath is ragged and heavy, touch quickly becoming possessive and desperate as he paws at your thighs and hips. You part your legs for him and let him step in between them, moaning quietly when his hips press over your sore cunt.

The empty garage is filled with soft panting and breathless sighs, your lips meet Jungkook’s over and over until they’re swollen and glossed over with spit n slick. You attack his neck in a flurry of kisses and pull him closer, practically hugging his body tight to yours as the two of you leave sloppy marks all over each other. You go to leave another mark but Jungkook’s quick to pull away with a quiet ‘wait, wait’.

“Get back together with me,” he suddenly pulls back, breathless and panting with wild eyes, “I want us to be a real couple—not whatever this shit is where one day you let me love on you and another you don’t.” His eyes are filled with hope as he pleads with you.

You stare at him in shock, mostly because hello the timing? You quickly shake those thoughts out and sit up, “Jungkook you can’t just ask me that out of nowhere, especially not with you standing between my thighs.” You sigh heavily, “Let’s just talk about this some other time.” You look away.

Jungkook frowns, “No, I think it’s a perfect time now. You say some other time but then you forget and play it off with work and other stuff. I just..I just wanna know where we stand, I’m tired of doing this back and forth thing baby.. It’s sending mixed signals, can’t tell whether you really want me or you’re planning to cut me out for good.”

You’re at loss this time, for the first time regarding the breakup you don’t have anything to say. It’s not something you easily know the answer to, not when you yourself is still trying to find the answers to these things. Jungkook should know by now this isn’t something that comes so easily. “Why? So you can be happy you ended up winning after what you did? So everyone can see you got your way despite being a shitty person Jungkook?”

He looks surprised like he wasn’t expecting your response, “Baby—no, where is this coming from?” He stands up intending to comfort you because he can see how quickly you’re growing upset with the way your frown deepens and tone morphs to hurt.

“Then what is it Jungkook?” You say in exasperation, “Is this gonna be your ‘I told you so’ moment? You play me like a fucking fool and come back years later with a slap on the wrist and suddenly everything is better between the two of us?” You blink the tears away, “It’s not fucking fair and you know it.” You fold your arms over your chest.

Jungkook shakes his head, “No, no, no, it’s none of that. I just wanted you to know I’m tired of going back and forth and never ending up nowhere with us..”

“Well guess what, I’m tired too Jungkook. Tired of pretending like nothing ever happened, like there isn’t a reason why we ended up like this in the first place.” You wipe your tears.

“y/n, I know things weren’t the best before and I fucked it up, I know—trust me. You don’t think I don’t regret what happened years back? It fucking eats at me every night because you’re not by my side anymore—”

“That’s the thing Jungkook! You don’t fucking get it,” you sob, “YOU were the love of my life, you were everything to me! And for you to do what you did-” you choke up and cover your mouth, “and I’m supposed to heal from that? I never did, and I never will because the person I trusted the most—who I loved so much—fucking betrayed me. Do you have any idea how I felt? You were my everything, and you fucking threw it away!” You scream in anger and frustration.

“Y-You broke me,” you hiccuped, “it’s not fair that you get to come back like nothing, ‘n now everyone’s gonna look at me like a fool because I got back together with my shitty baby daddy.” You sniffle, “I have thought about us for a while, but I’m scared because I don’t know if you’re going to do the same thing all over again.”

Jungkook’s own eyes are brimmed with unshed tears, he quietly sniffs and clears his throat, “I’m sorry y/n, I never did get the chance to but I’m sorry for everything. But not once did I stop loving you ever, you were my everything too—and you still are. Nothing about the way I’ve felt about you has changed, and it never will either. I realize how impulsive I was just now so,” he drops to his knees in front of you and holds your hands, “please y/n, let me prove to you I can still make you and Jiho happy. I don’t care if you wanna make me wait until you’re ready, I’ll be right here waiting for you. Just please, give me one last chance..”

You desperately want to say no, but you’re weak. You’re too busy clinging to every little memory of him in the past to fill that emptiness in your heart to notice that you’ve wanted him back all along. You feel the doubts begin to creep out of your body as you peer down at him, “You’ll..wait..?”

Jungkook nods, “As long as you want me to.” He whispers back.

“Okay..” You softly reply and squeeze his hands tightly, afraid that if you let him go he’ll vanish into thin air.

“Okay.” Jungkook sighs in relief, smiling up at you tenderly. He rises to his feet and brings you in for a tight hug, just relishing in your warmth and softness as he rocks the two of you side to side.

You close your eyes and let yourself sink into his arms, “You’ll be here with me right?” You lay your head on his chest.

“I’ll be right here,” he hums, “standing next to you.”

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[ham1lton]

PARTY IN THE U.S.A!

pairings: charles leclerc x actress!reader.

faceclaim: rachel mcadams.

summary: before the miami grand prix, o/s posts you and charles goes on a journey to find you. too bad that time has plans of its own.

author’s note: the request said you wanted to have reader be introduced to charles through another driver’s gf but because i’m egotistical, i chose to link this to the nepo sister universe. so they meet through o/s. also i changed it up slightly! this can be read independently of the nsu but it’ll be more enjoyable if you read the other works.

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oldersister: our new film ‘material girl’ is now out! enjoy my cameo in my best friend’s film! so proud of her and the most incredible team who worked with us to create this incredible film. thank you for allowing me to be a part of this 💕

neposisreader: a smile might be good.

-> oldersister: nothing to smile about in my life.

-> neposisreader: i already apologised for bringing lando to dinner without a warning!

user3: running to the cinema to watch this!

user1: so jealous of her life icl.

user4: no cause i had no clue o/s and y/n are childhood besties?! this changes everything.

user5: the two pretty best friends everyone has been looking for.

landonorris: whooo look at my sister in law 🥳

-> oldersister: blocking you immediately actually.

-> landonorris: WAIT !! 😩😭

user6: what’s charles doing here in the likes 🤨

-> user7: he’s friends with o/s. that’s probably all there is to it.

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yourusername: i had the best time working with the most magnificent group of people on this movie. ‘material girl’ is currently out! i had the opportunity to work with the best and make something truly unforgettable. keep an eye out for my bestie’s cameo! also my niece came to come visit me on set. my favourite gift <3

neposisreader: mrs fluffkins is evil.

-> yourusername: she’s an angel!

-> oldersister: exactly! thank you!!

-> yourusername: you know i got you bestie 😘

user1: you look so good in this shade of blonde!

user2: brb running to get my regina george halloween costume.

user3: charles liking y/n related posts? hmmm 🤨 you not slick baby.

*liked by landonorris.*

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ynswife: our girl y/n dropped to the jimmy fallon show to spill all the gossip about her newest film, her love of miami and her best friend oldersister.

user1: i love her tan and this hair on her!

-> user2: she’s always so happy and bubbly after spending time with o/s. that’s truly her girl.

user3: i watched material girl with my best friends and i almost cried at the end when regina had her big speech. i love y/n’s acting sm.

-> user4: she’s going to be in the david fincher adaptation of gone girl! so excited for her! she’s gonna kill it!

user8: did you guys notice how she stayed silent when the topic of her love life came up? she’s always so quick to mention she’s single….

-> user9: when she comes out as dating o/s >>>>

-> user17: when the doctors come back with your tests and legally diagnose you with delusional tendencies >>>

-> user12: what if she’s dating charles?? he’s been interacting with a lot of her accounts recently…

-> user7: i’m gonna put my hand on yours when i say this okay? that’s not happening beloved.

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yourusername: miami i lovee youu 😘

oldersister: when did you take that pic of us?

-> yourusername: the lady behind us took it! she sent it to me through airdrop <3 you looked so cute i had to post it.

-> user1: they’re 100% dating.

-> user2: nah they’re definitely friends.

user3: WHO IS THE GUY IN THE THIRD PIC?

-> user4: it’s her costar! the proportions match!

-> charles_leclerc: no it isn’t. lol.

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charles_leclerc: here is my ‘hard launch’ and now that i’ve got your attention. go watch my amazing talented girlfriend in her newest movie ‘material girl’.

oldersister: i still don’t like this.

-> landonorris: charles and i are in-laws now 😘

-> oldersister: who unblocked you from my instagram???

-> landonorris: WAIT NO 😭

user1: yasss watch this masterpiece of a movie!!

*liked by charles_leclerc.*

user2: king of promotion. y/n needs to get him a job in the marketing department.

danielricciardo: watched this film five times and if you saw me cry… no i didn’t.

user3: they’re actually so cute together?? this is growing on me.

yourusername: approved ✔️

-> charles_leclerc: just jumped in joy 😍‼️

[dadvans]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @tiltingheartand, thank you! from an almost finished Tommy POV

They go surfing. Well, Evan surfs, and Tommy just kind of chills from the beach and gets a nice tan. It’s fun to watch Evan show off. He’s still baby deer nervous sometimes with Tommy, like he’s relearning how to walk, or like Tommy is the proctor of a Good Bisexual test, and Evan’s trying a little too hard to pass. But on the water it all fades away as all the overthinking he does melts off him, riding down the line.

He comes out of the water goofy on endorphins after a few waves and collapses cold and wet from the ocean on Tommy, who is warm and dry on his towel, smothering him with a kiss.

“You sure you don’t want a lesson? I’ve been told I’m a very capable teacher,” Evan says, voice dripping suggestively. “Worked my way up and down a few coastlines, you know.”

Tommy likes this side of Evan when Evan lets it out. Maybe they need to go to the beach more, even if he doesn’t really care about getting in the water. “Nah, I’d be shark bait out there.”

Evan rolls his eyes and zips open his wetsuit, peeling it off so the arms hang loose at his hips. “Chances of a shark attack are less than one in three million. You have a higher chance of getting struck by lightning.”

“Should I be worried about you then?” One of the first things Tommy learned about Evan before he really knew him was that the kid was kind of a disaster magnet. What’s the probability of being bitten by a shark when you’ve already been struck by lightning?

“You don’t need to worry about me, not out there anyway,” Evan says with a gentle tilt of his head toward the ocean. He’s delusional. Tommy likes him so much. “Kind of feel like you might have jinxed a second ride out today though. Wanna get lunch instead?”

They wind up at the good kind of greasy seaside bar. Tommy gets the fish tacos that came recommended, but Evan is making love to an oyster po’ boy with his mouth.

“You know,” Evan says, licking at the mayo clinging to the corner of his lips, “I totally fell for the idea of being a pick up artist when I heard about it in high school. Always tried finding new ways to get with girls. I read up on aphrodisiacs once.”

“Are you trying to seduce me, Evan Buckley?” Tommy asks wryly, staring at the half-chewed fried oyster hanging out of his sandwich.

“Nah, turns out it’s all bullshit. Found that out after I took my prom date to this seafood place and ordered us a dozen raw in the half shell thinking maybe I’d get lucky. I looked up at her after slurping down three of them, and you should’ve seen the look on her face. I thought she was gonna puke.”

Tommy snorts the sip of water he was taking back out onto the bar.

“The only natural aphrodisiac I can think of that isn’t like”—Evan lifts his own beer—“or a party drug is ambergris, which is kind of like whale shit, but not really. It’s illegal in the states though.”

“Evan, I’m eating,” Tommy says, but he’s laughing.

Evan, oblivious, continues, “They say it smells like shit on its own too, but something about it has them putting it in perfumes. I can’t remember what. Can you imagine if I showed up caked in whale shit for a date though?”

Tommy looks at him and Evan stares back, smile half-knowing and all hopeful, waiting for anything Tommy is willing to give him.

Just for that, Tommy doesn’t call bullshit. He says, “You think you’re hilarious,” and Evan shrugs, happily taking another bite of his po’ boy.

tagging: @thekookster @plethoriall @marmolita @al-the-remix @rcmclachlan

[ravennaortiz]

Candy Cane: Day 3

Summary: Smut with Manny. 18+ Only.

Manny knew you were up to no good the moment you walked in. You were in his favorite little red dress with your black pumps on, glitter coated your skin making you look like a diamond. The glint in your eyes as you put the candy cane Bishop had handed you into your mouth before rubbing it along your lower lip, had his pants uncomfortably tight. You really were testing his patience he thought as he watched you take the candy cane and rub it along your lower lip as before turning your back to him.

Manny groaned as he saw your dress ride up slightly as you leaned across the bar top chatting with EZ behind it. Manny rubbed his hands down his face before standing up and making his way to you. You were about to learn a lesson he thought with a smirk as he undid his belt.

Your heart raced as you chatted with EZ. You knew the risk of provoking Manny like this, having his goods on display after you had turned his advances down the last few days. Making him wait and to be teasing him. You would be lucky to make it back to your place before he was inside you. EZ pausing mid sentence barely gave you time to react before you felt the sting of Mannys belt on your ass. "What you doing Mama? My favorite dress and no panties?" whispered Manny in your ear as he wrapped his hand around your throat pulling you against him.

"Just wanted to reward you" you moaned as the hand not holding your throat traveled down your back before cupping your ass. Manny chuckled darkly before turning your hand towards him and latching his lips onto yours. The taste of peppermint made him groan as he grinded against your back side. "Home" you demanded as you pulled back from his attack.

"Nah. You wanted to show off so bad, no need to run off. Everyone here knows whats gonna happen when we walk out the door. Might as well just stay, no need to deny ourselves" stated Manny as he used his free hand to shove his pants and boxers down before yanking your dress up to your hips. "Should I leave?" asked EZ wide eyed as Manny pushed you face down on the bar as you struggled in his grip. "Your good" grunted Manny as he placed his belt around your wrist to restrain you. "Manny" you whimpered as you felt him trail his fingers gently though your folds. "Already wet" stated Manny as he smirked as you pushed yourself back trying to get more contact.

"Having all these eyes on you while you take my cock turning you on Mama?" asked Manny as he smacked your ass making you jump and yelp. "Answer me" he growled as he trailed the tip of his cock through your slick. "Yes" you whispered. "Yes what?" he asked as he teased you. "Yes Daddy" you replied moaning lightly at his touch. "Louder, dont get shy now" stated Manny as he delivered another sharp smack to your ass. "Yes Daddy" you practically shouted as your eyes watered from the sting. "Good girl" stated Manny before pushing his whole length into you quickly making you gasp.

Tag List: @darqchilddaydreamz

[whydontyousaeso]

“Bunny”

Drew McIntyre x fem!reader

Type- Angst to fluff

Warnings- pregnancy, mentions of previous miscarriages, mentions of difficulties of being able to conceive (not proofread)

A/n- hiii! So im not gonna lie, this one is personal for me. As someone who suffers from pcos and just having extremely small chances of having children, I wanted to make something for my other girlies who might be going through the same thing. I hope you guys like this, and be ready for my next posts! Love you!

Tag list: @alyyaanna @queencherryberry @new-zealand-chic @slutfortheeclaymore @codyswhitebelt @lizzyd1ish @southerngirl41

You mumbled under your breath as the last stitch fought with you, not going into the yarn.

You had recently took up crocheting, especially with drew on the road.

It had taken a moment, but you had made a little bunny with fluffy yarn, it was adorable.

“What did ya make dear?”

You heard your husband come up behind you, feeling him wrap his arms around your smaller frame.

“I made a little bunny, isn’t it just adorable?”

“It is, your talent never fails to amaze me.”

You chuckled and turned around, kissing his cheek.

“You gonna give it to someone?”

“Nah, I think I’m gonna wait a bit. After all, you don’t exactly know what the future holds for us”

It aggravated you whenever it seemed like your own family didn’t even understand you.

“When are you gonna have kids?”

They always asked it at family gatherings

In reality you didn’t even know if you could.

You had been born with a disorder that made it extremely hard, if not impossible, to conceive.

And every time you had hope it never made it past the second month

The odds were never in your favor.

But every time they asked, you just smiled and said

“You know, when we finally get the chance and settle down a bit.”

You knew that was a lie, so did Drew.

But he loved you regardless.

He would always comfort you afterwards, throwing out adoption if you truly weren’t able to.

He tried his best, and you loved him as much as he loved you.

You stared at the positive test in your hands.

Instead of joy, you felt fear.

Very true fear.

You never had a positive, and when you did it never ended well.

You had been sick for the last couple weeks, and you also missed your period when you were supposed to have it.

You were actually terrified.

Lucky for you Drew was busy today so he wouldn’t be asking a lot of questions until after the doctors appointment.

Which was just as dreaded.

And when you got there they just confirmed it all.

“Congrats Mrs Y/n! You are pregnant!”

They gave you some vitamins and told you to come back in a month to check up.

That would either be the worst or the best appointment of the entire process.

You didn’t want to tell Drew, not because of how he would act, but because you didn’t want to get his hopes up like before.

He was absolutely crushed every time.

You wouldn’t have that again until you knew for sure.

The day of the doctors appointment had you in shambles prior.

You were so nervous, it was gonna kill you.

They asked all the normal checkup questions, asked a few extra, and then it was time for the final procedure.

The ultrasound was always where it went downhill for you.

You watched the doctors reaction as she moved the wand over your stomach.

“There it is!”

She stopped the screen and turned it around, showing you the picture of the little baby in your stomach.

“The heartbeat sounds extremely strong, and when your bloodwork comes back we will be able to tell you nothing is wrong, once again, congrats y/n!”

It felt like in that moment you were able to breathe again.

You were so relieved, you were just gonna have to tell Drew now.

You sat on your bed, holding the bunny you had made and thinking.

This would finally be used.

You heard the door opened.

“What are you doing darling?”

He came over and sat down next to you, rubbing your back and kissing your forehead.

You really didn’t know how to say it.

“Drew I uh, I have something to tell you.”

“What is it dear?”

You paused, looking at the little envelope on your table.

The one that held the ultrasound picture.

“Drew I’m pregnant again. And this time it made it past the second month mark.”

There was a moment of silence between the two of you.

“Are you serious?”

You nodded and got up, walking to grab the envelope and handing it to him.

You watched him open the envelope with shaky hands and look at the photos.

“So..there’s a chance?”

“They said there was an extremely high chance that I carry to term because everything seems fine.”

He stared at them a bit longer before finally smiling and looking up at you.

He stood up and pulled you close, embracing you with his broad figure.

“I love you so much baby girl, I’m so excited you don’t understand”

You felt yourself tear up and held him closer.

You were nervous, but you knew with him it would be okay, no matter what happened.

You sat in the nursery, rocking back and forth with your daughter in your arms.

You had little complications with your pregnancy, thank god.

“There’s my two favorite girls”

You looked up and saw Drew walking in, holding the bunny you made a year prior.

Your daughter was awake, she looked perfect to you.

She looked too much like her father, you loved it.

He put a hand on your back, leaning down to come into view for your daughter to see.

You smiled as he cooed at her, making her smile and laugh at him.

He held out the bunny, letting her tiny hands try to grab the larger toy.

“I love you Drew”

“I love you too baby girl, can I hold her?”

You mumbled a small “of course” and handed her over, watching him.

It amazed you on how such a huge giant could be so gentle with such a fragile little thing.

He could only do it to two people though,

You and her.

You loved his gentleness.

She loved it too.

Despite looking like her dad, she was just like her momma.

It was the perfect balance really.

You watched them two play together.

Drew was play wrestling with her, and she was enjoying every moment of it.

You loved the way she laughed and squealed with him.

You held her bunny in your arms, the bunny had been there her entire life.

She adored it.

You chuckled and watched her make him “tap out”, ultimately winning the match they had going on.

“Alright you two, let’s go eat dinner outside, it’s nice and warm and I’ve got some fresh fruit and veggies.”

You watched her scramble up and giggle as she ran outside, leaving you and Drew together.

“She takes after you too much”

“Not at all, after all, that’s not a bad thing.”

“No, it’s not a bad thing at all.”

You reached up and kissed his cheek, wrapping your arm in his.

You liked this life.

[hana-no-seiiki]

which oc from Midnight Darling reacting to reader asking them out of curiosity, to see what its like dating someone? and the only thing to show their love was through holding hands and leaning on the oc?

(the reader is based on what i did when i dated someone... as an asexual questioning their romantic orientation.

YANDERE COLLEGE THEMED OCS! x READER

TW: Yandere Themes. Sexual Themes.

FOR THOSE WHO ARE NEW TO THE BLOG/HAVEN’T BEEN INTRODUCE TO MIDNIGHT DARLING YET, THESE OCS ARE ALL BASED ON COLLEGE / SCHOOL ARCHETYPES ! You may read more on them using the Midnight Darling tag on my blog :D

New OCs have been added! We now have a total of 20 (oh good yun) so this will quite a long list.

anon im not sure if you wanted specific ocs since you used which but then added reacting so have all of them and then more. plus popular girl as a character cause why not.

Reader is GN for this one.

♡ Gabi [ Yan! Popular Girl ] would either be completely opposed due to her hypersexuality, or intrigued by your modest nature. She’s used to sleeping with people after they’ve just met so you’d be a breath of fresh air. She respects your orientation completely though and will not cross any boundaries. She’s mid as a test subject because of her harem which will influence her actions throughout the relationship. You will end up either getting cheated on or killed.

♡ Shawn Ruiz [Yan! Underclassman] is asexual himself. He actually prefers the slow type of romance that’s more focused on just that, rather than a physically forward relationship. Like, why have sex when you two can go shopping for hours? He’s rich enough to buy a whole mall just for the two of you to have for a day. Best boyfriend you could ever wish for (on the surface at the very least).

♡ Isabel Labrador [Yan! Nerd] will do everything in her power to provoke you. She will show off her body just to make you take her. You’ll really have to drill it into her head before she understands that you have a pace you want to go with/that you do not want to get down and dirty. Great part about being her partner though is that she’ll do everything in her power to make sure you have the best grades in class. You will not fail or get any score under a 99% in a single subject under her watch.

♡ Darling De Leon [Yan! Teacher’s Pet] is the worst. While Isabel’s actions are from ignorance and her plain bratty attitude, Darling has no perception of boundaries whatsoever. She will kill for you, and she will kill others just to make you do what she wants. Plain and simple. Worst test partner to have. Only good(ish) side is that you have her utter devotion. She’ll try her best to please you as long as you also please her.

♡ Justin Del Rosario [Yan! Jock]. He was a complete virgin before he met Popular!Reader/Gabi, assuming they never got together, he wouldn’t really be out looking for sex and whatnot. You think from how he looked that he’d be the type that fucks but nah Justin is a complete househusband. Similar to Shawn, he’s gonna focus on giving the best possible taste of a relationship.

♡ Mona Noriega [Yan! Gossiper/Lackey] is an absolute marites. Most of your relationship with her is just conversations about other people that goes on and on and on and on- If you decide relationships are not for you and leave her, she will destroy your social life. Point blank. She’ll destroy your life outside of college too. No employer will ever take someone as filth ridden as you. But fortunately, she’s willing to get her hands dirty as long as you come back to her arms.

♡ Crisanto Salvador [Yan! Rich Kid] used to be a hedonist. You’ll have to be the one that guides him in the relationship and teach him that chasing after pleasure all the time is not healthy in the slightest.

♡ Reina Liwanag [Yan! Loyal/Puppy-like Lackey] is absolute focused on pleasing you. Overwhelming but can be controlled if you communicate with her properly. She’s fine with open relationships as long as you check on her once in a while. Leave her neglected for too long and there might be consequences…

♡ Ella Morin [Yan! Quiet /Emo Kid] has no relationship experience whatsoever, nor did she ever think she’ll ever be in one. She’ll be incredibly awkward to be with especially if you don’t share the same interests but as long as you take initiative and bond with her through her hobbies you’ll be a-okay. Lots of trying out rituals online, writing fanfiction, making fanart and what not. Leaving her might get you cursed to eternal damnation so be careful.

♡ Eloise Morin [Yan! Physics Professor] is an absolute wifey. Which, can be good or bad depending on who you’re talking to. She only dates with an intent to get married to that person. So there’s a lot of insecurity and hesitance in the dating period. But if you’re down with getting tied to one person your whole life then she’d be the best option. Extremely loyal, is a great cook, and is incredibly smart. Expect random spiels about Physics though, not as bad as Marx’s mansplaining but it’s there.

♡ Amelia Yorkshire [Yan! Linguistics Professor] if you’re looking for experience than there’s no person in the school who has the most knowledge on that type of topic more than Amelia. She’s an expert at wooeing and seducing but kinda falls off at the actual relationship part. She thinks sex is the biggest part and scared off many of her previous partners with how much of a nymphomaniac she is. Definitely a terrible option for an asexual, but I’d recommend her if you’re looking for a casual physical relationship that isn’t too deep. Then again, if you end up leaving her you’ll have a potential s*xu*l ass*ulter of yours on the loose. Yikes.

♡ Marx Esguerra [Yan! Biology Professor] is terrible in all ways possible. No matter what orientation you have. Once he ‘has’ you, he will never respect your boundaries. He will control your feelings, rewire your brain in order to fit what his ideals are. Mansplaining is a regular occurrence in a relationship with him. He won’t back down from a debate even if he’s wrong, and if you do prove your point properly he’ll either ignore it or ignore you out of spite. Actual child in an adult’s body.

♡ New OC! Althea Dalisay [Yan! Chemistry Professor] tends to be a teacher in and out of the relationship. There won’t be much difference between dating her and not doing so. She’ll be super sweet at times and then cold at the next. What you will get from dating her, as is common from all professors is that you won’t fail any of her classes. Either because of favoritism or her drilling the material into your head. The person with the least backlash when you break-up. Mostly cause it’s impossible with the amount of drugs she puts you under.

♡ New OC! Karen Nolasco [Yan! Mathematics Professor] why are you even dating her? She’s the most hated teacher on this planet. Like she made the name Karen an insult before it was even a mainstream thing. She’s snobby as hell and would act like it’s a privilege to date her when in fact it’s just a normal ass relationship. She won’t even hide her anger if you break up. She’ll fail you and write up every possible mistake you could ever do.

♡ New OC! Fernandez Imelda [Yan! Art/History Professor] the opposite of Karen. Sweet, sweet, sweet. He’s a gift giver at heart. A bit on the creepy side with the amount of paintings he has of you but isn’t it so romantic? This is just normal for couples you see? Never chooses you to model for class, even if its clothed. You’re for his eyes to see only. Overall cool if you’re fine with severe possessiveness and spoiling.

♡ New OC! Mel Morales [Yan! P.E. Professor] is an absolute pervert and doesn’t hide it. A bit hypersexual so they aren’t a good match for ace readers. Forces you to wear short shorts for P.E. and often gropes you during class. Before you dated they made it a rule for players not to engage in relationships but oop you found yourself in bed with them, too bad! Now they gotta take responsibility. But yeah, steer clear if you aren’t into sexual relations.

♡ Daniel Cruz [Yan! Principal] is another no no for aces. Extremely hypersexual that his wife isn’t enough, he has to seek the company of other people as well. Why would you even date a married man anyways? I guess the risk would be cool but don’t expect anything more than just fucking behind closed doors.

♡ Ricardo Peralta [Yan! The President] one of the super sweet ones. Knows everything about his s/o. Has notes and notes about your likes and dislikes, what to do with you often and what to avoid. He’s fine being the more forward one in the relationship but he does get easily shy and flustered. Tease him and he might just explode.

♡ Camille Valencia [Yan! Nurse] is the kindest person you’ll ever meet. Is hyperfocused on your needs and wants. Will literally bend to your desires.

Until you try leaving her. Then you’ll have to deal with several sedatives and aphrodisiac she’ll force into your system, and you wouldn’t want that, right?

♡ Crisanto Salvador [Yan! Rich Kid] is another terrible match for anon specifically. He requires an extremely affectionate s/o. Is basically a man-child that requires affirmation constantly. If you don’t appease his needs, he’ll force it out of you via manipulation and guilt tripping. Of course he cheated on you! You didn’t give him an ounce of your time after all.

But yeah, yanderes ain’t it if you’re looking to test the waters. Boundaries who?

[stainedglassthreads]

Sans AU that I’d be interested in seeing:

Roleswap AU where Sans is Caretaker of the Ruins and Papyrus is King of the Monsters. (You decide where everyone else is.)

When the Human initially falls into the Ruins, Sans asserts himself not as their guardian, caretaker, or guide, but more as just their buddy. He suggests a couple places in the Ruins you might want to go, like the fun puzzles or the spider bakesale, he offers to introduce you to the Ruins monsters he’s befriended and shows you how to get on their good sides, and extends the invitation to stay at his house, but largely allows you to explore on your own, and it’s your choice if you want to tag along with him or not.

After all. You’re gonna end up at his house anyways.Whether you accept his matter or want to leave, you don’t have any choice in the matter.

When you do show up (because eventually you have to), he proceeds to try and be as welcoming as he can. Good food, good friends, bad laughs, etc. When you eventually decide to leave (because of course you were going to), unlike Toriel, he makes absolutely no attempt to stop you or test you. He explains the situation outside and how his brother has no choice but to collect Seven Human Souls, but if you still want to leave, he just says ‘okay. see ya.’ and lets you go.

Because there was no way you were ever going to stay. Six fell before. Six left.

Only when you reach the Judgement Hall does Sans show up again, it finally having sunken in that this is the last soul. If the King takes your soul too, a good kid dies, and a good brother will be forced to do something he never wanted to do, in the name of things like his peoples’ adoration, and shouldering the burdens of their desires so they won’t have to. Or his brother dies, and a good kid is forced to kill. So in the Judgement Hall, Sans actually does fight you. And he only stops when he’s reminded to have a little faith both in the kid who’s gone this far being a pacifist, and his brother, who used to be so intent on doing the right thing.

He was apathetic for a very long time, remaining inactive when he should have tried to intervene. And he should still be doing something else to intervene now, but he should also trust the two most moral people he’s ever known not to lose themselves.

He exits the Judgement Hall, telling the human ‘nah. i’m rootin’ for ya, kid.’

(About a half an hour later he uses his incredible people skills to get approximately five hundred monsters to stampede into the Throne Room and yell at Frisk and Papyrus to stop fighting.)

[cyberneticlagomorph]

The darkness of the theater is a blessing.

It soothes the growing ache in your skull, the distant scratching of a migraine becoming less insistent as you find a darkened corner to hide in, your head between your knees, breath as shaky as your hands.

"Rough day?" Says a voice that Isn't a voice, it's a purr, a meow, a growl and something deeply deeply ancient all at once.

You look up and catch sight of a tall figure with a black cat's head and deeply purple eyes, the figure smiles at you, their shape bleeding at the edges like ink on wet paper, their horrible bouquet of tentacle tails wriggling with what you assume is amusement.

"...did they invite you too Nyarl?"

Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos, Stalker Among the Stars, God of a Thousand Forms smiles and laughs the way something that very much isn't human would, "Nah, but what are they gonna do about it? I heard they woke up old Anpu for this mess, so I had to tag along."

Nyarl offers you a wretched paw-hand-thing and hauls you to your feet with practiced ease. They dust you off and look you in the eyes, holding your head steady so you can't pull away. It feels like Nyarl is digging their bare dirty fingers into your open skull and guts simultaneously for what has to be the longest second of your life before the headache and queasy feelings vanish entirely. Nyarl smacks their lips and sighs the way one might after a refreshing drink.

"There now, can't have you passing out on me before this whole thing gets to the good part." Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos, Stalker Among the Stars, God of a Thousand Forms pats you very firmly on the shoulder the way dads always firmly pat large dogs, as if testing their structural integrity. "You know how to Call me if you need me, yes?"

You nod weakly, suddenly standing in a comfy balcony seat high above the rest of the theater, looking down at the stage swaddled in darkness and bloody red velvet curtains.

Your family is there, seated and similarly confused, some of them are holding snacks and drinks from the concession stand out front and seem vaguely disgusted by it.

Zeb is gone.

Your hearts drop.

Nyarlathotep's paw squeezes your shoulder with a gentleness you did think they could manage. "All the players must take their places before the show can start, you know how this goes."

You don't relax, but you let the Old One guide you into a seat between two of your spouses without a word. Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos, Stalker Among the Stars, God of a Thousand Forms bows very deeply and take their leave, melting into the shadows until there's no sign they were ever here at all.

A hush swallows the crowd beneath you, spotlights blaze to burning life. Someone chucks the carcass of a large animal into the orchestra pit and the musicians leap forward to feast on it, their starving growls sounding like the plaintive whining of instruments being tuned to perfection.

The curtains shudder like leaves in the breeze and slowly start to part.

[spidori]

Saw your tag about the ghosts seeing young Jazz and her 'parents' and saying "we could raise her so much better" and had a few thoughts.

First off, lots of ghosts are probably parents who stayed around because of their love for their children. This would be especially likely if the parents were used to the dangers that tend to show up due to heroes and villains operating in their locale, or were parents of heroes themselves, or were heroes themselves.

Second, if the Fentons travelled all over the country that opens up a lot of options. Not only does it offer an explanation for Jazz being aware of Gotham and its... Let's say 'loose' legal restrictions, it also presents options for which ghosts can know of and have 'one-way-ghostly-adopted' Jazz. Sure, there's the usual obvious option of the parents Wayne, but we can also mix things up quite a bit.

See, if Jazz has been all over the country with her parents? Parents who were actively seeking out locations of likely to be haunted because whoever died there had some sort of unfinished business and ideally who died in emotionally charged circumstances? You know what they probably visited a TON of? The sites of final battles between heroes and villains!

And yeah, any ghosts of heroes who saw little bitty Jazz shaking in fear next to uncaring 'parents' probably ghost adopted her on the spot. But sO WOULD A BUNCH OF GHOSTS OF VILLAINS!!!

There are soooo many villains whose villainy roots in some sort of social trauma or abandonment, especially from parents.

Would some hero ghosts be a bit concerned about the villain ghosts adopting this child? Yeah, probably. But what're they gonna do about it? Kill the villain? Again? Good luck with that! Nah, you're co-parenting with them now, bitch!

With all of that in mind, let's jump back to the present as given at the end of the post we're extending from. Jazz has just grabbed Danny and fled, with the implication being it's because the Fenton parents didn't accept her brother's ghostly half. They probably even disowned him, at least subconsciously, in order to recategorize him as a test subject to avoid that massive cognitive dissonance. And when they find out Jazz chose him, since we're going with bad Fenton parents here, they're gonna disown her too.

You know who will feel that shift through their ghostly parental bond?

Yeah.

That little apartment? About to be extremely haunted crowded.

Writer's choice for which ghosts of heroes and villains they want to show up, which other ghost they run into first, and how long it takes before they settle down and work their way into the growing ghost family.

Basically, if you've ever wanted to see two characters bounced off each other despite not being in the same comic, here's an excuse to toss 'em into the sandbox.

Plus, as a bonus, we're about to make poor Jason so confused about the apparently entire clan of hundreds of ever so slightly inhuman people who somehow all moved into the one-bedroom apartment down the hall.

Jazz was, at her core, a pessimist.

Oh sure, she wanted the best outcomes and strived to always see the best in people. But listening to her parents talk about and share crime scene photos of someone who was brutally murdered and who may haunt the place they were headed to while true crime podcasts played instead of road trip tunes as they traveled to whatever graveyard had caught their interest had dulled young Jazz's faith in humanity.

Jazz still had memories of a young her standing in an abandoned insane asylum (or abandoned hospital, or old house, or graveyard, or whatever place they dragged her too) holding a small torch with shaky hands and begging to leave because she was terrified "Can we go? Please? this place is scaring me" only to be told "In a minute Jazzy, we down want the ghost getting away."

They had settled down after Danny was born, choosing to stay in one placed instead of traveling all over the country. She still expected them to unexpectedly announce that they were going on the road again, she had plans in case they did (saying she'd stay behind with the van to take care of Danny was better then both of them getting used as ghost bait) But surprisingly they didn't.

And Jazz was thrilled. Sure, she and Danny were known as the kids of the towns crazy ghosthunters, and sure, she basically had to raise her brother since her parents would rarely leave their lab let alone focus on something not ghost related, and yes, she did have to carefully plan out how to use the family's money so that none of them starved.

But no more sleeping in cheap hotels or their van, no more making friends at playgrounds that she'd never see the next day, no more countless hours spent in places where people died, no more English lessons while on the road. She went to school now, she had friends that she saw more than once, she had a home that wasn't filled with cockroaches and the sounds of a argument from the room next door. She had a semi-normal life.

In this time of normality, she relaxed, she let her guard down. Then Danny died and only came back halfway.

And Jazz was back to being that little girl who was scared of ghosts, only this time she was scared for a ghost.

Danny didn't tell her at first, and even though it hurt she understood, and so while she waited for him to tell her, she planned.

She took job after job, from mowing someone's lawn to working at a checkout. Money had been put aside in bags filled with clothes and a pair of new id that she had gotten from Tucker, ("Just in case our parents get classified as supervillains and we need to flee" She said not giving anyway that she knew of Danny's ghostly problem, Tucker had made the id anyway even if he thought she was joking and did not in fact have a plan should that situation happen) One of their neighbors was willing to let her buy their old car despite her family's driving history. A safe house (more like safe apartment) was bought in the only place that was willing to let a teen buy property, Gotham City.

Danny fought numerous enemies until the only enemy that was left was telling their ghost hunter parents that their son was half dead.

Compared to her, Danny was an optimist, seeing the best in everyone without even having to try like she did. Believing that the best would happen like if he didn't, he would break into a million pieces and not know how to put himself together again.

Even though he was scared Danny believed that their parents wouldn't react badly, Jazz hoped they wouldn't but was prepared if they did.

And finally, after many nights spent wide awake in case her parents tried to rip Danny apart molecule by molecule while she slept, the shoe dropped. Their parents loved them, but their work came first, it always came first. Jazz loved her parents, she truly did, but she loved Danny more. And in the end, that made her choice of driving all the way to Gotham with nothing but their go bags all the more easier.

And that was how Jazz and Danny ended up as the neighbors of one Jason Todd.

[dravidssideblog]

With every minute that passes, I can't help but get more and more excited, giggling non-stop and drumming my paws on my head to stim! The couch shifts under me; my demon owner sits down beside me, and I hug and nuzzle their side, still giggling!

My owner wraps an arm around me. "You sure are energetic today, kitty."

"Of course! It's finally gonna arrive today!"

They chuckle, stroking a hand down my little body. "It's not like this is anything new. What, was the collar I got you not good enough~?"

"But this one is special! It's OFFICIAL! And besides, you didn't even get one with a lock."

"Come on, I wasn't gonna spend extra on it just to lose the key and have to cut the thing off. You don't even need a lock anyway."

"But it's... Well, you know... I just want one, okay!?"

"Alright, alright." My owner lifts me up and sits me in their lap. "Guess I'll have to find a good place to store your key."

"You should carry it on you!"

"Why?"

"Well, it's... It's a representation of your power over me! You should wear it on a ring so that every time I hear it jingle I'll be reminded of my place!"

"Oh, you want a reminder, huh~?" They grab my wrist, and I feel magic pulse through me, spectral ropes springing forth. They loop around my arms and pull taut to bind them to my sides, and my pushing and wiggling to test their strength finds that they hold me nice and tight! Another touch on my legs summons more ropes, pulling my ankles to my thighs.

"There we go~" My owner pats my head and pets down my back, their hand passing through the ropes. "Feeling nice and reminded now~?"

I giggle and wiggle in my binds. "I dunno, I'd feel more reminded if you teased me by dangling my key in front of my face~"

"Tsk, you cats are impossible to please." They poke my mouth with a spark of magic, sealing my lips shut.

I just giggle anyway through my closed mouth, purring as my owner pets me and nuzzling into their touch-

*DING-DONG*

"Mmn! Mmf MMMMN!" I thrash against my bindings, but they hold tight! My owner shoves me off their lap and gets up to answer the door, leaving me to wiggle on the couch. I wiggle and twist, but I can't see what's happening. I try to worm my way across the couch to get a better angle, grunting all the while. After a particularly pathetic muffled cry, I overhear some conversation at the door.

"... just my pet beast, we were in the middle of something. BE QUIET, you're worrying the postman!"

I let out a disappointed whine, but don't make any more noise. There's a bit more chatting, a polite goodbye, then the door shutting, and I get right back to pleading like a puppy.

"Sheesh, I hear you, I hear you. Can't you just wait for-"

My owner steps into view with a box in hand, and I give another loud muffled cry!

They roll their eyes, plopping down on the couch hard enough to bounce me up. I nuzzle at the box, whining more.

"Oh? You sure are excited about some cardboard. Classic cat, obsessed with boxes~"

I headbutt the box with an angry grunt.

"Fine, let's empty this thing out so you can have your box, kitty." They raise a claw and slowly, agonizingly, drag it across the tape. They open up the cardboard flaps, one at a time, and FINALLY pull out the thick collar, the mark of their ownership of me. "Well lookie here, a collar! You wouldn't be interested in something like that, would you?"

I headbutt my owner.

"Nah, I didn't think so. Oh, but look, it's even got your name on it!" They show me the tag hanging from the front, with my name engraved on it, then they flip it around to show the name of who I'm property of. But with only a few seconds to soak in the sight, my owner pulls it away.

"Oh, and what a fancy lock!" They turn it around, getting a good look at the lock while I have to watch from a distance. Then they pull something else from the box. The key. I give a desperate moan, but my owner ignores me, continuing the show. They buckle it closed, then put the key in and turn it. It clicks, and they make a show of trying to pull it apart, to no avail. "Mhm, that's a sturdy lock. Once this thing's closed, it's closed!" They put the key in and unlock it again.

Then, they turn to me. "So. You want me to put this on you?"

I nod. "Mhm."

They bring the collar closer. "You want to have this around your neck, marking you as mine~?"

"Mmmm."

"You want me to leash you up and pull you around, keeping you by my side~?"

"Mmm, mmm!"

"You want me to lock it tight~ To never let you go~ To make you mine, and hold your freedom-" they dangle the key "-in the palm of my hand~"

"MMMMM!"

My owner chuckles, standing up from the couch and patting me on the head. I whine as they walk away, until they turn and snap their fingers.

The ropes disappear, and I can move my lips again. I lock eyes with my owner.

"Step forward, pet."

I slide off the couch and walk toward them, trapped in their gaze.

"Turn around."

I turn my back to them. My breath is shaky.

"Kneel."

I drop to my knees, sitting just the way my owner likes.

They loop the collar around my neck, putting the ends together to make it snug. I feel the pressure of the key being put in the lock...

"Who do you belong to, pet?"

"I belong to you."

"And what do you want me to do to you?"

"I... I want you to mark me as yours."

"... Ask nicely~"

"Please..." My heart rate rises, my breathing is fast- "Please collar me master!"

*click*

"I'm still not carrying this key around tho"

"Aw, come on!"

[casspurrjoybell-17]

Heart’s Choice - Chapter 14

*Warning Adult Content*

- Carlos -

I wake up alone, the place beside me empty and cold.

For a moment, I wonder if this is how it will be, if John will pretend like nothing happened and play off our night of passion as a momentary lapse in judgement, something to bury like a shameful secret and never speak of again.

I haven't had much time to dwell on this when he appears in the doorway, a pair of coffee mugs in his hands.

With just a trace of awkwardness, he crosses the space between us and holds one out to me.

"Didn't know how you like it," he says as I accept the offering. "So I took a guess."

I take a sip of the tan, aromatic liquid and find it pleasantly sweet, not overwhelming but just enough to tame the bitterness of a strong brew.

"It's good."

"Brown sugar and cream," he says.

I look at him over the rim of the cup.

"You sure that's not the way you like it?"

A faint flush darkens his cheeks and I take another sip to hide a smile.

"Nah. Strong and black, for me."

"Unsentimental, no complications," I say, testing the water.

He comes and sits on the edge of the bed, looking me over with a searching expression.

"How you feeling?"

I shrug.

"A little sore but I'll live."

He brushes a finger over the band-aid on my shoulder.

"I dunno if we're good for each other," he says. "You bring out the beast in me."

"Don't worry about it," I say, peeling off the band-aid to inspect the skin beneath. "See? It's already healed. You barely broke the skin."

The only trace of injury that remains is two small marks, matching the position of his canine teeth, like a pair of fresh scars.

John frowns at the mark and rubs the back of his neck.

"I shouldn't have done that. At least not... the way I did."

"Hey, I can handle a kink or two," I say. "I mean... You're not into some weird cannibal shit, are you?"

"Huh?" he blinks, finally looking up from the marks to meet my eyes. "No, nothing like that. It's more like..."

He trails off at the sound of scrabbling paws and jingling dog tags, approaching rapidly.

"Shit."

He snatches the coffee cup from my hand and holds it high, just as Rick and Morty come flying into the room, leaping on the bed and showering me in morning doggy kisses.

I fall back beneath the assault with a laugh, giving them each some snuggles in return.

They quickly settle down, one on each side, leaning against me like affectionate guardians.

"Looks like you guys approve, huh?" John says, eyeing the pair.

They wag their tails enthusiastically and I laugh.

"It's almost like they understand you."

"Almost," John agrees, scratching Rick between the ears. "So, uh... you up for that trip to the P-A-R-K?"

I squint at him.

"Why are you spelling 'park?'"

The two Shepherds are instantly alert, eyes trained on John, shivers of excitement making their ears tremble.

"Oops."

I cover my mouth and laugh.

"I guess they do understand."

"They're favorite words, anyway. Alright," he says, addressing the dogs. "Go get ready for the park."

In a flash, the dogs are gone, racing back downstairs with a patter and scrabble of paws and clinking tags.

"Also..."

He sits down again and hands my coffee back to me before pulling something from his shirt pocket.

"I had someone check your mail. This was in there."

It's a small white envelope.

The return address tells me it came from Purly & Sons Mortuary and Funeral Home.

Tearing it open, I find a plain white sheet of paper, folded in half.

On the inside is a simple, straightforward invitation to Kyle's service, which is scheduled for this afternoon.

"Shit. It says to RSVP."

"So? Plenty of people don't and they still show up."

"I don't have a suit."

"You can buy one."

"With what money?"

"You can claim it as a work expense. You really need to read that contract."

I groan.

"Do I have to?"

John shrugs and takes the invitation.

"I'm not gonna cuff you and drag you there. But don't you think it's a good idea? What if Kyle shows up?"

"At his own funeral?"

"Why not? Wouldn't you wanna watch yours?"

An image pops into my head, a sad little gathering, a cheap casket and a few rows of mostly empty chairs.

In my imagined scenario, I can't even tell if Aunt Toni bothered to attend.

"No, not really."

John hands the invitation back to me.

"You're the ghost expert, but it seems like a good opportunity to me, to observe the living, if not the dead."

"Will you come with me?" I whine.

His eyes warm, almost seeming to literally shift as the brown and green gives way to gold and orange, like leaves changing color but he shakes his head.

"Nah. I got other business to see to. This isn't my only case, you know. A cop's work is never done."

I flop back against the pillows and sigh.

"Fine."

He rests a hand on my arm.

"Don't worry, a plainclothes officer will accompany you. Whoever tried to kill you is still out there and until we catch the bastard, you don't go anywhere alone."

"Right."

"Hey, the sooner we solve this thing, the sooner you can get out of here and get back to your life."

"Right."

I sit up and turn away from him, reaching for my clothes before he sees the paroxysm of uncertainty on my face.

I hear him take a breath and brace myself for a blow, for something that starts with the words... So, about last night...

Instead, he gets to his feet.

"Come on. We better get moving before those monsters bust out a window and head to the park on their own. They've done that before."

He heads for the door and I speak involuntarily.

"John."

He pauses.

"Yeah?"

My throat constricts.

Part of me wants... 'needs'... to know where we stand, if what happened meant something or if it was just the result of two guys with too many hormones stuck together for too long.

Another part of me is scared to hear the answer to that question.

"Thanks for checking my mail," I say, deciding that, for the moment, ignorance is bliss.

"Sure thing," he grunts and continues on downstairs.

I finish dressing and follow him, leaving the unsaid words behind.

In the river park, John lets the dogs off their leads in a designated dog area and allows them to play for a while.

When they've run off some steam but before they've exhausted themselves, he calls them back and clips them to their leashes, handing Morty's to me.

Then we walk along the trail until we near the old bridge where Kyle's body was found.

It looks different at this time of day, with bright sunlight sparkling off the rippling water and little minnows darting among the rocks.

Even the bridge looks more picturesque than ominous and it's hard to believe a scene of brutal horror took place here just a week and a half ago.

Or that there would be anything left at this point that even a pair of trained dogs could find.

"You'd be surprised," John says, when I voice this thought. "Rick and Morty mighta flunked K-9 academy but they were top of their class as far as noses go. Substance detection probably woulda taken them if Becky hadn't."

As he speaks, he takes a plastic baggy from his pocket, in which are two items.

One is a piece of cloth and the other is the butt of a cigarette.

"You found a lot of those, right?" I say, as he slips on a glove and removes the cigarette. "Can't you get fingerprints off it, or DNA, or something?"

John shakes his head.

"The killer musta worn gloves, and there was no DNA on the butts. We tested all of them."

"That's weird, isn't it?"

John shrugs.

"Maybe. DNA's a crapshoot. Sometimes you find it, sometimes you don't."

He holds the butt out to Morty, who sniffs it solemnly.

Next he extracts the bit of cloth and holds it out to Rick, who does the same.

"Is that from..." I swallow. "Is that Kyle's?"

"Nope. Well, we don't think so, anyway. It was a little ways off, along the shore. Look's like the front pocket of a shirt. We think Kyle might've torn it off his assailant . There were... a few signs he'd put up a fight, at least at first."

He nods at Rick.

"He's got the scent. I'll give them the signal, then we just follow where they lead. They're well-trained, like I said but if he gets distracted, the command is 'find it.'"

Both dogs perk up at this, wagging their tails in expectation.

John sighs but smiles.

"And that's why they failed their training. Working dogs know they're working, these dorks still think it's a game. Alright, you two, ready?"

"Okay, find it."

My arm is just about yanked from its socket as Morty takes off, nose to the ground.

John handles Rick, the bigger of the pair, with more control.

Eventually, I get the hang of it and let Morty guide me even while keeping her close.

She drags me up and down the bank, through the stream (a hazard John failed to warn me about) and both over and under the bridge.

Finally, I hear John's sharp whistle and Morty tries to dislocate my shoulder again.

As we rejoined John and Rick, Morty finally breaks free of my hold and I fall to my knees, dirty, wet, sweaty and exhausted.

Morty, meanwhile, runs circles around Rick and John, the latter of whom holds something up in a gloved hand.

"Bingo," he says.

Forcing myself to my feet again, I approach.

"What did you find?"

He holds out his hand.

Nestled in his nitrile-clad palm is a tiny bit of metal, shaped almost like a bow.

The back of an earring.

"Fuck. Rick found that?"

John nods.

"You ever stick your finger in your belly button and smell it?"

I make a face at him.

"The fuck would I do that?"

"Dead cells build up in places like that. Belly buttons, piercing holes. You don't change your earrings for a week, they start to smell. If a human can smell it, a dog can smell it at least ten thousand times stronger. Strong enough to find that," he indicates the tiny bit of metal.

"Among that."

He gestures at the wilderness of rocks and grass lining the river bank.

"Shit."

I look at Rick with renewed respect.

"You think it's the killer's?"

"Not for sure. But I think it belongs to the same person this bit of cloth came from and that makes whoever it came from a person of interest."

"What can you do with it?"

"Dunno yet. Maybe something, maybe nothing. That's the forensic lab's job. In the meantime... we better go shopping. You can't show up to a funeral looking like something that crawled from the grave."

I glare at him, then look down at myself.

He's got a point.

After purchasing a respectable, if cheap, set of clothing from a budget department store, John takes me back to the station, where he introduces me to Sergeant Michael Nguyen.

"All good?" Michael's voice crackles in my ear.

He'd dropped me off and parked where he had a good view.

"Yeah," I mutter under my breath. "We're good."

"Okay. I can hear everything. Your extract word is 'help.' Got that?"

"Yeah, I got it."

"Okay. Going dark."

The crackling in my ear stops, which I guess is what that means.

There's a wide gravel path but I walk on the grass, my footsteps silent as I approach the group gathered around Kyle's permanent resting place, in the hopes of not disturbing the proceedings.

No one seems to notice as I join the little group listening to the non-denominational preacher drop on about an afterlife he's only read about in books.

I tune him out and study the crowd.

Kyle's aunt sits in a foldable camp chair, accompanied by a nurse I didn't know she had when we last visited her.

A few other youngish people make up the rest of the crowd, one of whom I recognize as Kyle's ex, a girl with a half mohawk and a few tattoos.

I join the group, edging in at the side and hoping it seems as if I've always been there and fold my hands in front of me as I bow my head.

A tug at my waist makes me start and I turn to find myself almost nose to nose with a familiar face.

"Ay, pendejo," Alejo says, laughing under his breath. "You buy these on the way? You still got the tags on."

I groan internally.

Of all the people I never imagined Kyle and I would both know, Alejo is top of the list.

[nsokolow]

Little Weasel, Big City: Chapter 21

Leilani and Duke were crouched down in the back of the police car. Their eyes barely poked out from the bottom of the window as officers led animals to different police cars, some animals in cuffs.

“Lei, look!” Duke pointed. “It’s PJ!”

Leilani scanned the now-crowded meadow before she easily spotted the somber, brightly-dressed geep, her hooves behind her in cuffs. Leilani felt a pang of guilt. It was wrong for PJ to conduct all these dangerous experiments, especially without the consent of her “test subjects,” but she seemed to really want to make the world safer for animals like her.

“I kinda feel bad too.”

Leilani yelped as she almost fell onto the floor. “You could tell?” She caught herself by grabbing the seat belt.

“Nah, with your droopy ears and sad face, I assumed ya were excited.” Duke chuckled.

Leilani smiled. “Okay, fair enough. I mean, PJ’s probably been through so much, being a hybrid, and she wanted things to be better for other hybrids.”

Duke put a paw on Leilani’s back. “Hey, she’s smart! I mean, at least I guess she is, with all the science and stuff. She’ll probably come up with somethin’ safer.”

“I guess so.” Leilani saw PJ lean into a police van. “Do you think she’ll go to prison? Jail? Probation? Community service? A fine?”

“Lei, I ain’t no expert because I’ve had a bunch of trouble with the law.” Duke frowned.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—“

Duke doubled over with laughter, catching himself on the back of the passenger seat. “I’m just messin’ with ya! But really, I ain’t got any idea what’s gonna happen to her. My crimes were always simple, this is really weird. I do know they tend to go easier on first time offenders, and I’m guessin’ she was, since the chief didn’t act like he found any mugshots when he looked her up.”

Leilani sighed. “At least we can just focus on just our normal jobs now. I hope Travis can find another line of work soon. I wonder how he’ll react once he finds out about the police raid.”

Duke narrowed his eyes as a wide smile spread across his face.

“Seriously, Duke, I wanna thank you so much for gettin’ me the interview with the mailroom boss.”

Duke and Travis both walked down the hallway as Duke pushed a cart full of mail. Travis was in his regular clothes, as he hadn’t get received his uniform.

“No problem. So, the mail is alphabetized by names, and sorted by floors. The stack of mail closest to me is for this floor.” Duke threw an envelope through a cubicle.

“Thanks!” Someone shouted.

“I haven’t been at this job for too long, but everyone’s busy with other stuff, so I was just told to tell ya as much I can and show ya around.”

“So, this is where you and Leilani have been workin’ this whole time?” Travis asked, his eyes traveling everywhere.

“Yeah! What’re the odds that a married couple would get jobs in the same place…the same week they meet?” Duke threw another envelope.

“I can’t believe that those plants were what caused you two to get married. I mean, I know things are workin’ out good, but it coulda turned out really bad. I also shoulda tried to find out why PJ was really makin’ the plants. Sorry, there.”

“Eh, don’t worry ‘bout it.” Duke shrugged. “After all, me and Lei shut the whole thing down only two days ago, didn’t we?”

“Yeah, true.” Travis grabbed an envelope and threw it in a cubicle.

“Hold on, there!” Duke cried. He ran into the empty cubicle and read the envelope. He ran back outside the cubicle and read the name tag. “Huh, it’s the right one. Good job!”

“Thank you.” Travis took a short bow. “So, you know what PJ’s deal is?”

“Leilani looked her up yesterday, and she posted bail. The bail wasn’t set too high, so I assume she ain’t got herself into too much legal trouble.”

“Oh, good, there’s a bathroom up there. Be right back.” Travis dashed ahead and into the men’s room.

“Oh, uh, okay!” Duke continued to push the cart. “I ain’t got much more to tell ya anywa—“

BOOM!

Red dust exploded from the cart as Duke flew backward. His back and head slammed against the rough carpet floor.

“Ugh…what?” Duke grabbed his head and slowly sat up. He saw a bunch of animals standing in front of the knocked-over cart.

A few animals ran up to him and asked if he was okay.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine. What happened?” Duke stood up with help of one of the animals.

A moose looked inside the toppled cart. “Looks like someone put a powder bomb in your cart. It’s the latest toy to get recalled after injuries happening. Sorry.”

As the animals dispersed, Duke dropped to his knees and picked up the little red plastic machine. He thought he felt paper under it. He turned the rectangular device over and saw a small piece of paper. It read in black capital letters, “YOU’LL BE SORRY!”

[jayfortheday]

eli with a a reader who thinks violence is always the answer (which it is) they never hit eli but they’ve been in several fights with other people and doesn’t fight fair at all. hair pulling, face slamming. eli’s in love with a reader who’s got anger issues basically. they’re smart mouthed and it doesn’t take much to get them to that point. but they’re really sweet and funny, you just can’t test them. he’s always saving them from fighting and if he can he steps in to hold them back. he just holds their arms behind their back but every once in a while they get lose and he just has to let the fight die down.

Hot Head (Eli Brooks)

Pairing: Eli Brooks x GN!Reader (romantic)

Word count: 585

Description: After a boy makes Y/N angry at school, Eli has to make sure the situation doesn't escalate too much

Tags: fighting, language

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“Y/N, come on, calm down, I’m sure he didn’t mean it,” Eli pleaded with you, holding onto your bicep. 

“Bullshit,” you muttered, loud enough for him to hear. 

“Please, this really isn’t worth making a whole deal out of. Let’s just go.” Eli tried to pull you away from the boy standing in front of you. His expression was hard to read, which wasn’t helping ease you. 

“No, I’m pretty sure I meant it,” the boy said calmly, his face becoming one of smug contentedness. “So what are you gonna do about it, L/N?” His words added to the anger boiling up inside you and you pulled yourself free from Eli’s grasp. 

“How about I show what I’ll do about it?” You growled as you walked towards the boy’s confident frame. You pulled back your fist and launched it towards him. He quickly moved, narrowly avoiding your hit. He didn’t attempt to hit you back, simply dodged. 

You huffed as you straightened up, quickly running through your options. Seeing the boy’s confused expression at your pause, you took advantage of his disorientation and reached out to grab him by the hair. He cried out as you pulled him towards you, stumbling. Now with an almost guaranteed hit, you pulled back your fist again and pushed it into his face. He grunted at the impact. He attempted to turn away, but your grip on him didn’t allow much movement. 

You pulled back your arm again and did your best to hit him in the same spot. He grunted louder and grabbed your wrist, attempting to pull your hand away from his head. 

“Let go of me, you fucking psycho!” He yelled at you as he tried to move out of your grasp. You heard Eli call out behind you.

“Come on, Y/N, baby, please! Just let him go, let’s just leave!” Part of you wanted to listen to Eli’s perfectly rational plea, but the majority of you was still deeprooted in your emotion and was not about to let this boy go that easily. 

As you pulled back your arm again, you felt Eli grab a hold of your forearm. He looked at you with pleading eyes, gently pulling you away. You looked between him and the man still in your grasp, your brain rapidly debating. You huffed and threw the boy to the ground. The boy cursed as his face hit the tile flooring. You allowed Eli to pull you away from the situation, to drag you to wherever he decided you needed to be right now. 

Your eyes rest on the back of Eli’s head as he pulled you through the school, leading you to the computer lab where he held his club meetings. Classes were supposed to be happening now but the room was empty. Eli pulled you over to a chair and let go of your arm, signaling for you to sit. He pulled another chair from one of the computer desks and placed it next to you, taking a seat. 

“You mad?” You asked quietly, your head pointed to the floor but your eyes trained on Eli.

“Nah, that guy was being a dick,” Eli sighed, leaning back in his chair. “Besides, you’d have to fuck up real bad for me to be actually mad.” He smiled lightly, taking a hold of your hand. “I do wish you knew how to solve things without throwing a punch, though.” You chuckled, squeezing his hand.

“You and me both, babe.”

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed! I am again writing this at night before work cause my days get busy (blegh)

I am venturing out to Oakbrook in a couple days for some Stranger Things, I'm getting excited

[sailorhyunjinz]

can i request a bf!skz reaction to you cutting ur bangs yourself but falling terribly and end up crying bc u think ure ugly??🥺 i love ur blog btw!!💓

OH GOD I SHOULDNT LAUGH SHOULD I?? something gives me the feeling that you have been in this situation WHICH SAME and that why you dont cut your own bangs,,, learned that from my mistakes AHSAH BUT HEY IT TURNED OUT OK, IT GROWS SO NO WORRIES!

ALSO AH thank you!! thank you for sending in this idea that almost killed my stomach HAHSAHS <33

LEEEE go HEADCANON

also can i just say that i was crying with laughter when writing this because i just kept on imagining bad hairstyles HASHSAS my stomach hurts

(also; if you guys are wondering why im tagging “stray kids smut” even though this isnt smut, it’s because like 99% of my blog is nsfw and so i dont want to present my blog to people that are uncomfortable with that)

Warning; skz x gn!reader; fluff? oh mentions of scissors! maybe crying??

Bangchan

Find it funny at first but NAH HE HUGGING THE SHIT OUT OF YOU IF YOU’RE CRYING

says like overly comforting things HASHHS

“you did great,,, it’s not even that bad? You just need to like,, comb it!”

“combing it doesnt put hair back channie!~” you say, sighing and rubbing your head on his chest

“why didn’t you ask me?”

you look up at him with teary eyes, starting to laugh

“y-you? i think you would make it worse!”

he chuckles “no! next time i’ll do it and you’ll have to pay for dinner if it turns out better than this,,, whatever it is”

you roll your eyes “Fine! Deal! now let me cut your hair”

his eyes widen as he starts running away from you, you running after him

Minho

a momentary laugh before he gets all fussy about it

“thats why you should go to a hairstylist”

“let’s shave it off, you’ve already started”

NOO BUT IF YOU START CRYING HE WOULD FEEL REALLY SORRY FOR BEING A BIT MEAN

he’s not the most,,, comforting person BUT HE’D TRY BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU VERY MUCH

“hair grows,,, it will grow back before you know it”

“b-but i look ugly?” you say, almost crying and laughing at the same time

“tsk,, nothing is ugly on you”

Changbin

“Are you ok?!”

bruh he’s panicked when he sees you crying, covering your face in shame

“what’s wrong?! wh-OH”

he’d try to make some sort of trend out of it LMAO

“But it looks cool? dye it pink or something” 

“changbin are you making fun of me?” 

he’d hug you and hold his laughter for dear life

“it looks cool, i promise”

you know how he’s very conscious on what he wears? yeah,,, 

“WAIT YOU KNOW WHAT Y/N! pair it with some like,,, cool dangly earrings, wait i have this pair that would look great-”

why is he so cute like stop (please dont)

Hyunjin

sorry to put it like this but HYENA LAUGH 

like where’s the lie??

“WE SHOULD MATCH? GET THE SCISSORS!!”

he’d pull up different characters/people/animals

“WAIT WAIT LOOK! thats you” he snickers, flinching when you raise your arm, wanting to hit him playfully

“show me one more animal and you’ll wake up bald tomorrow”

he shivers, dramatically panicking

“I won’t, miss lemur”

“HYUNJIN GET OVER HERE IM GONNA TEAR THAT STUPID BLONDE HAIR TO SHREDS”

Jisung

you know what he finds funnier than your hair?

the fact that you’re crying over it

HE’S NOT A DICK he just,,, can’t hold his laughter,,,

“no no no y/n!! don’t cry, it’s not that bad!”

he hugs you, patting your back

he would remember the hairstyle and like present it in a meeting the boys have for like comebacks HSAHSHASH IM CRYING

“i mean why not y/n?! let’s all have bangs that are 1 cm on our foreheads”

Felix

*surprised pikachu face*

“what did you do?!?”

I SWEAR he would cry with you because he feels bad for you having to walk around with that hair

he’d try to like,,, comb it or style it in a way that makes it less noticable

does it more because he wants to play with your hair 

“ok,,, we are putting these damn hairstyling scissors away,,,in the basement”

he’d volunteer to cut your hair next time,,, so it looks better LMAO 

OR ACTUALLY GO TO THE HAIRSTYLIST WITH YOU

Seungmin 

another mf that would laugh his ass off

IF YOU’RE NOT CRYING he would take pictures and laugh even more

ONCE AGAIN; HE’S NOT A DICK just,,, having fun LMAO

“what beanie do you want? i got a blue one and a black one here-”

“minnie,,,, it’s summer?”

“do you really want to walk around,,, like that?” 

WHY AM I MAKING HIM SO MEAN?! HE’S NOT MEAN 

just doing to try to make you feel better

“what were you even trying to do?” he asks later in the day

you show him a refrence picture and he starts rolling on the ground from laughter

“this is legendary” he says, almost crying

Jeongin

you know that clip where hyunjin eats a baby shark lollipop AND JEONGINS FACE IS LEGIT LIKE *o* (i legit cry everytime he’s fucking adorable)

YEAH THAT LIKE AGSHASHAS JUST SILENCE AND THAT EXPRESSION

at a loss for words 

“does it look cute?” you say, testing his honesty

he gulps before answering, staring at the abomination thats your hair

“not too bad” says, pressing his lips together to muffle a smile

“YAH YOU’RE SUCH A LIAR!” 

his gaze is drifting all over the place as he nervously looks around

“hey! it’s on you and therefore it’s cute”

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 305: Worst Intervention Ever

Previously on BnHA: Shinomori, whose name took me an entire week to memorize, was all, “nice to meet you Deku, I’m ten feet tall, do you want to know how I died?” and without waiting for an answer explained that he kicked it from old age at forty thanks to good ol’ OFA. Deku was all “wait a minute, then how come All Might, who’s fifty-five and is definitely dyeing his gray hair, is still alive?” First and Shino were all, “we really have no fucking clue but we think it’s cuz he’s quirkless, JUST LIKE YOU!” So basically, since quirkless people don’t exactly grow on trees these days, Deku is probably going to be the last user of OFA. The chapter ended with Nana being all, “psst, Deku, about my grandson. Uh, can you kill him?” which is sure to lead to a very interesting conversation this week.

Today on BnHA: Nana And The Gang are all “so, Deku, how can we put this delicately. The thing is, we’re pretty sure that AFO really fucked my grandson up, so on the off chance you can’t save him, how would you feel about, you know... [throat slitting gesture].” Deku is all “idk you guys, I kinda feel like he’s really just a traumatized child at heart and he’s in a lot of pain and stuff and so I should try to help him.” The Vestiges are all “BUT WHAT IF YOU CAN’T” and Deku is all “BUT I WANT TO TRY, DAMMIT” and the Vestiges are all “well when you put it that way, we, uh, were just testing you, so congrats, you passed!” The chapter ends with First being all, “ANYWAY SO WHY DON’T YOU TWO SHY BOYS STANDING OVER THERE IN THE SHADOWS COME SAY HELLO” before we CUT AWAY FOR ANOTHER WEEK, goddammit.

seriously, Nana

just... have you met Deku?? look, if you really want Tomura dead, just sic him on the U.A. first years and tell Shouto and Honenuki that it’s a training exercise

oh my god lmao

we’re too far away to see Nana’s face here so I will just assume that she turned and is staring DIRECTLY INTO THE CAMERA for this one line lmao. “I just wanted to clarify in case anyone felt inclined to take my dialogue out of context and spend an entire week complaining about it”

oh my god?! are you all purposely trying to make me sad??

someone stop me before I launch into an impromptu rant about all my Tomura feels. WHY IS NOBODY STOPPING ME. oh my god but yes, exactly. he’s just in pain all the time. this is exactly why I think Tomura has such high redemption potential even though so far he seems to lack so many of the redemption arc essentials such as feeling remorse, wanting to change, and taking responsibility for his actions. the reason why I’m willing to overlook all that in his case is because Tomura has essentially had zero agency his entire life. AFO molded him into a killer by making sure he was in constant mental agony, and making it so that the only thing that even slightly relieved that agony was killing peeps. like, please don’t think I’m making excuses for him or anything, but if you take a child and manipulate their existence to make it virtually impossible for that child to grow up as anything other than a killer, and basically never give him the chance to be anything else, then no shit he’s gonna be a killer?? he’s basically never had the choice not to be. it’s never been an option for him. anyways I feel like I am EXPLAINING MYSELF SO BADLY but nonetheless I am prepared to die on this hill

anyway so now Nana is all “that’s a rhetorical question btw because Our Hearts And Minds Are One so we can feel everything you feel bro.” so yeah, that’s interesting

now Banjou is getting started on the “let’s try and talk Deku out of wanting to save Tomura because it’s insane” part of their OFA Mystical Space Void Reunion agenda

look, Banjou, I feel you, I really do. you guys don’t think it’s realistic that Deku can defeat Tomura without killing him. so if it’s a choice between killing Tomura vs letting Deku and everyone else in the entire world die, then duh, you think Deku should kill him. I get it! and if this were a real life mass murderer I’d totally agree with you. but the problem is that this isn’t real life, this is a sympathetic shounen villain with a tragic past who might as well have FUTURE REDEMPTION ARC RECEIPIENT stamped on his forehead at this point

so First is all “look, there’s absolutely no doubt my brother has fucked this kid up good and proper by now”, which, again, fair

though, that’s kind of exactly my point though. everything that Tomura is, everything he’s done, he’s done because of AFO. AFO has so effectively shaped his personality and his worldview by this point that it’s all but impossible to penetrate that. he’s AFO’s puppet. but the problem is that rather than treating him like a victim, you all are treating him like a casualty. like he’s already a lost cause. but good luck trying to convince Deku of that

WHOA WHAT, RANDOM SUPER-IMPORTANT AND BIZARRELY UNRELATED EXPOSITION DROPPED IN JUST LIKE THAT??

way to still not reveal Sixth’s name, btw. THE PEOPLE WANT TO KNOW, DAMMIT. but also so this confirms something we basically already knew already, which is that not even AFO can steal OFA. it literally can’t be taken away by anyone unless the owner wills it. SO SUCK ON THAT AFO YOU EGG

(ETA: so I have no idea why this was omitted from this translation, but apparently the Sixth’s name was revealed as “En”, which is obviously not his full name but at least it’s something. also he most likely has a fire or smoke-related quirk based on the kanji used, 煙.)

so Banjou is saying that Deku’s “lack of an iron will” could be a disadvantage against AFO. hahaha what?? Midoriya “I’ll break all of my bones without blinking an eye just to protect someone” Izuku lacks an iron will? do tell

he says this is going to be a test of Deku’s determination. well yeah, no shit. but just not in the way you guys think

OH HELLO AGAIN

darker hair again here! but I don’t trust the contrast in these scans at all after last week. his coveralls are way darker than they looked before too, and you can clearly see he’s standing in the shadows now

(ETA: yep, once again the raw shows that his hair is considerably lighter than what’s shown in these scans here. although there’s no mistaking now that his hair is consistently being colored in this slightly darker shade, and it’s not just the lighting.)

anyways lol First was saying something about how AFO can’t steal OFA, and they’ve spent all this time cultivating it as the ultimate weapon against AFO, and blah blah blah. go on then, keep lecturing

NANA GODDAMMIT NONE OF THIS IS YOUR FAULT

girl what?? you did everything in your power to protect your family, and AFO, fucked up man that he is, targeted them anyway. there is one person and one person only to blame for what’s happened to Tomura, and that potato-faced asshole needs a good kick in the balls

NANA GODDAMMIT DON’T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE

SO HELP ME GOD!! I WILL GIVE YOU THE BIGGEST HUG YOU’VE EVER HAD!! THAT IS A THREAT

so now Nana is all “I’m just going to call my grandson a Thing to ensure that fandom has only the freshest, grass-fed no-hormones-added discourse this week”

I don’t even need to drop into the tags to know exactly which specific people are going to respond to this, and what kind of posts they are going to write lmao. everyone’s all caught up in the “that thing”, and meanwhile I’m over here completely hung up on this “nay” that’s appeared out of NOWHERE you guys. look at that. she really said “NAY”

Nana, my love, my dearest, I feel you girl I really do. but he’s not an unforgivable manifestation of pure evil, Deku is exactly right actually, he’s a boy in pain. you guys need to stop questioning Deku’s shounen protagonist instincts here and just let him work his sparkly magic. “let’s try and convince Midoriya Fucking Izuku that he can’t save someone” is a plan that is NEVER going to turn out well you guys

“DEKU GODDAMMIT WHAT IF WE CAN’T SAVE HIM” lmao it’s like an intervention

“DAMMIT DEKU JUST ADMIT YOU HAVE A SAVING PEOPLE PROBLEM!”

RED ALERT IT’S ANOTHER CLOSE-UP OF THE BACK OF MISTER TWO BON CLAY’S HEAD OMG

(ETA: I was too distracted with freaking out about Two and Three to really appreciate how ridiculously handsome First looks in this panel. but on my second readthrough it stood out so much that I had to go back and add an extra bullet point just to talk about how hot he is. look at him. wtf.)

THAT IS DEFINITELY AN UNDERCUT. THE PLOT THICKENSSSS. also those are fucking exhaust vents on Mister Three’s neck. MISTER THREE COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE RELATED TO THE IIDAS, PLEASE TELL ME YOUR SECRETS I’M DYING OVER HERE

so now Deku is launching into what will undoubtedly be a “saving people problems require SAVING PEOPLE SOLUTIONS” heroic counter-speech!

I mean, they can already feel the “lol nah I’m gonna try and save him” feelings running through him lol. ~OuR hEaRtS aNd MiNdS aRe CoNnEcTeD~ and all that. this is just a formality, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love a good shounen protag speech

oh wait hold up, do you mean to tell me that the whole “hearts and minds are connected” thing I was just mocking just a paragraph ago actually allowed Deku to feel what Tomura was feeling?? like literally feel it??

YET AGAIN these Tomura feels are pounding on my front door you guys?? they just will not quit?? people my house is already full of feels, does it look like I need you to sell me any more of them?? -- what do you mean, they’re free??

AW YISS THAT’S IT DEKU. THAT’S SOME GOOD SPEECH RIGHT THERE

I appreciate the contrast here between the Douchebag Triumvirate of Overhaul, Muscular, and Stain versus the Misguided Twosome of Gentle and La Brava. never let it be said that Deku doesn’t know the difference between a redeemable villain and an unredeemable one

OH NO -- OH MY GOD

someone please help me I need directions to the OFA Spooky Galactic Nebula Realm in this fictional Japanese manga land. it’s not on google maps. I need to give these two babies a big hug and wrap them up in a blanket and treat them to some McDonalds Happy Meals please help

other things: (1) ENDEAVOR CHILLING OUT IN DEKU’S “PEOPLE I HOLD DEAR” PANEL LMAO NEON DISCOURSE EXTRAVAGANZA, (2) “ONE FOR ALL IS A POWER TO SAVE, NOT TO KILL” I’M ABOUT TO CRY DEKU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE TO FEEL ALL THIS LOVE, (3) [SLAMS HANDS ON TABLE] THERE’S YOUR MOTHERFUCKING IRON WILL!!!!!!!! -- I’m sorry, please don’t call security, I’ll be good

I just randomly remembered that Deku is still saying all of this in his muffled “FMMPHHMMPHMM” voice and I’m somehow cracking up lol. so actually it’s a very good thing Their Hearts And Minds Are Connected, otherwise they’d no doubt be all, “...what?”

(ETA: so I completely missed this on account of it literally not being visible in the scan at all, but in the raw you can clearly see Baby Kacchan and Baby Shouto fanboying over All Might in two of these panels, and excuse me, ma’am??

thank you very much Deku for including them in your montage, particularly since you’ve never seen Baby Shouto before lol. amazingly accurate image you managed to conjure up, all things considered.)

SDKFJLSKHG -- AS IF ON CUE???

HE’S SO ADORABLE HELP?? Trippy Space All Might looks like he’s about to cry, and First is all “don’t crack a smile... you have to be Firm and Serious here... dammit, don’t smile” omg

anyways! YOU GO DEKU. “MY QUIRK MY RULES, BITCHES” damn, son

KLJLKKHLG TRIPPY SPACE ALL MIGHT LITERALLY ACTUALLY IS CRYING ALL MIGHT HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME

“I JUST... [CLENCHES FIST] REALLY LOVE SAVING PEOPLE” FUCKING HELL LMAO THIS IS THE WORST INTERVENTION OF ALL TIME

Deku is literally all “sure, maybe I’ll have to kill him, but have you guys also considered, MAYBE NOT??” it’s no use Nana he’s too powerful

LMAO FIRST

“like I’ve been saying this whole time, you should definitely try saving Shigaraki Tomura.” “but, uh... First, didn’t you just -- ” “shut up”

(ETA: clearly it’s not just his brother who inherited those smooth-talking genes.)

so now Deku has turned back into a sixteen year old and his clothes have gone missing again. just OFA things

dskljdlsklgk

yes... sure... “testing” you...

HEY

FIRST OF ALL, DAMN YOU HORIKOSHI YOU MADE NANA CRY. even if I’m pretty sure they’re actually tears of happiness/relief. and SECOND OF ALL, “TELL MY BOYFRIEND I SAID HI” DJSKDLKJJL ANYWAY MAYBE GRAN, NANA, AND MR. SHIMURA WERE IN A THROUPLE

[SCREAMS]

WHY WOULD YOU END IT THERE?? WHY WOULD YOU END IT THERE!!!!!

(ETA: and two-to-one odds that we cut away to some other scene once they finally start to turn around next week. I’M CALLING IT NOW. giving myself a week to brace myself for the rage.)

fucking hell. well if anyone needs me I will be adding Horikoshi fucking Kouhei to the list of irredeemable villains, peace