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popponn · 10 months ago

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more sae yapping, u20 + rin's ln + up to chap 250 spoiler. excuse me if u read this and find some repeating points. not a new thing, unfortunately.

sae seems to be "correct" in many things, especially when he is stating his opinion in the manga. like he was correct about u-20 team (his exchange with aiku seems to potray this) and about shidou (can't deny he makes a good choice)

which makes it honestly pretty "????" about his opinion @ rin. i personally don't think he really think of rin's skill as low as he said—the locker room exchange, when he thinks of blue lock and rin get a highlight there. and even he says a few times already—to rin himself—that rin's biggest hindrance is being too focused on being his lil brother. which is not wrong. but i do wonder if he will be "proven wrong" someday.

my heart says yes please because sae good lord my boy you probably need it, but seeing how his "correct opinion" seems to be used a lot in similar way as ego's "views" i doubt it...

but this makes me wonder if in sae's head—rin's potential & capabilities without "the statuses" hindering him is actually higher than his. because if it is it will be kinda sad in its own way.

sae in rin's spinoff ln is mentioned to be "someone who hates to lose" and go as far as saying "keeping your luck for soccer, not to win ice cream" when rin wins while he loses. and he canonly states in that one chara info that he dislikes the pressure of expectations put on him. i don't think he hates soccer but yeah—the burnout golden child syndrome smells sharp. again tho, a hc.

back to the point, rin's physique is also mentioned by the narration to be better than sae's. and i just wonder if to sae there are other realization that hit him other than "he can't be the #1 striker"

he came home to japan with pretty much his dream beaten to dust—which was why he switched to being a midfielder, which is also a testament to how passionate he is in soccer to not let it go still imo. and then there is rin, who—let's say if this case is true—he sees has higher potential than him "rotting" and going nowhere.

still hc—because still no sae pov as of early feb 2024 sigh—but i think that night sae also acts as a big brother who doesn't want rin to get hurt more than necessary by the "harsh realization" like him. rin who is not improving in sae's eyes probably can't survive "the world stage" and so sae chose to do """ that speech"""" either to 1) "hurt" him and refrain from getting rin hurt—esp since in u20 sae pretty much told rin it would be better for rin to just stay at home and not know his own limit—which probably is a better outcome in sae's head. OR 2) cut rin's ties with him so rin could lose the biggest "limiting status" esp since rin said right before the speech that he tried to fill's sae's shoes. OR 3) both. whichever outcome, for rin's own good at the cost of their brotherhood.

ofc i could be yapping and totally wrong. because sae is clearly hurt in his own way that night—the wrong timings and both having their own faults and reasons. like, there should be a reason why sae whose eyes pretty much got focused on for quite some panels suddenly doesn't have his face shown. i wonder what sort of expression he made.

but sae-rin relationship aside for a bit, it's kind of funny: sae-aiku pararel. both realizes it's impossible to be the best striker, so one decided to pretty much restart and focus on becoming the best defender while other the best midfielder. makes me wonder if you can learn more about sae by observing aiku like how when you observe rin.

also another yap and hc—as if the whole post isn't one giant glob of it—but sae's color and rin's color are complementary color in color wheel it seems. which is funny. but shidou's and sae's color are pretty much pretty close, with shidou having higher saturation and brightness compared to sae's more muted one.

maybe that's why sae could "understand" shidou who pretty much is very "live for soccer to leave his mark". at the very least, considering sae's speech in his intro to u20, sae definitely understands "live for soccer" part tho yeah—doubt he is having a good time as much as shidou. one smiles a lot while one is so constipated his eyes are eternally half circle manga eyes.

but back to sae and his opinion again—does kaiser getting 320mil from royal m have them involved in it? if it is, while personally i love the hc that sae couldn't stand kaiser's ass (or that new 11 can't stand each other in general), i wonder what that means. if the hc is true, than sae is REALLY objective. if sae is actually more neutral or like how he is to shidou, then sae really only sees someone based on their soccer skill—which wouldn't be surprising coming from someone who find numbers more comforting than people.

his comment about ass is honestly very soccer headed. i will pay for his interaction with isagi—two soccer heads + the whole foreshadowing. but i want itoshi brother combo too;;;; okay yeah lets stop here

things about sae.

it's sae's turn in my brain microwave. i want to understand you, underlashes senior. headcanons +observation+ rambling. spoilers, will be updated as time goes on.

scathing, mean af vocabs. pretty rude even as a child. but compared to rin, his cursing seems to be much tamer.

is REALLY focused on soccer. but also said in the character interview to not "only be able to/focus on soccer like him".

but in his introduction to u20 shows that he seems to value someone who goes all in to soccer. and it's kind of in line with the things he "admits" and chided. example a: shidou and isagi being individuals who are undeniably soccer obsessed (though on isagi's case as they haven't even talk, if i remember correctly, this might be more because of isagi's way of winning through "making use of luck"). example b: things he said in the u20 introduction in response to sendou.

headcanonish but this guy is giving me "burnout gifted child" vibe with all the prodigal status, expectations, and being hit in the face by the world. like what are you. are you satisfied by marina??????

there are few moments where he displays something that is pretty close to 'praise', but say it not to the related person/group himself. (i.e. his thoughts of blue lock in locker room, his comment about "dont switch out any of the u20 member".)

like is he being not nice on purpose????? honestly probably. headcanonish, but if seeing his way of giving comments to rin pre-spain, it's been like that since he was little. (i will check rin's ln again later)

in contrast to rin having "natural luck", this guy seems to more " making/seeking luck". but idk yet, with only ice cream sticks as clues. sae backstory and ln spin off when.

his eyes during the confrontation with rin in that snowy night are pretty expressive. but since visual cues leave a really wide room for interpretation + bllk tendency to subvert things, i will not comment. but honestly i really agree with the sentiment that sae was hurt by rin's words, but in the end the discouragement seems to come more from a place of "i don't want you to get hurt so just go home and don't play soccer anymore" (very very hc and more of an interpretation, as sae's pov is still non existent)

aka yeah, this guy is shit at displaying concern and any sort of care. headcanon but. do you see the vibe??? with rin???? like it's similar. what is this genetic.

simple fashion, but pretty trendy and chic(?).

this guy seems like a family guy who misses his family a lot. (please make up soon with your lil bro)

watches chibi maruko chan. has habits that genuinely reminds me of old people (drinking tea, looking at sea, thinking of family).

people at blue lock think of him as someone who seems to be good at study, but looking at the pattern of hyperfocused people in blue lock it either goes two way: a) his skill at everything else is questionable at best, abysmall at worst ; b) he is an all-rounder indeed.

but then again there is also the third type aka "good at football, still functional at everything except communication and emotional management skill".

his way of talking in jp is, to put it simply, pretty casual like guys his age. the thing that are the rudest part of it was his choice of words and the fact that he seems to talk like this to everyone. even his elder. and also the way he is very blunt in expressing his opinion.

but somehow that bluntness is gone when it came to showing vulnerable emotions. talk about emotional constipation.

if his character interview is reliable and unbiased, as it is from sae's own pov, his relationship with his parents seems okay.

genuinely wondering about his parents' canon response to his and rin's cold war.

does he even have friends. no like seriously.

his brother and him are really similar in many ways. rin is probably copying him in some ways tho—that, or rin's own issues. or sae's own issues.

please just make up with your brother. (2)

after spain his bang is gone. as in he just pushed them up. in u20 it still went down sometimes in a few panels.

he likes numbers. maybe he really is smart.

genuinely looking at him like "please get a hobby" not even as an insult but out of genuine concern. this dude has so many issues and the burnout child prodigy vibe is real strong with this one.

but not fully his fault. pretty much live alone overseas, probably with no friends his age and just a manager as his support system, went through a crisis, is a (probable) family loving guy with his family far away from him, then came home to his beloved lil bro he spoiled and dotted on and shared a dream with saying hurtful things to him on his lowest point. and not supporting his new decision and dream. from sae's pov, it's brutal.

i can defend rin on this too tho. honestly please talk to each other, itoshi bros. or acknowledge that maybe neither of you were in not in the best state of mind during that confrontation.

seems logical and he does likes numbers. but honestly, he just acts as he wants—look at how he talks to journalist, how he has 0 hesitation to leave an ongoing match.

went to spain at 13 according to rin's spin off novel. also mentioned to "hate to lose" and seems to be a strict perfectionist.

must be noted however that how rin sees him seems to be very biased. a bit of rin analysis/hc, but there seems to be "putting nii chan on a pedestal" going on there. how their childhood truly is from sae's perspective is still unknown. on rin's part tho, seems to be a very nice period.

is rich. so the snobby rich condescending guy aura is probably not that far from the truth. his sense of money seems to be a mess, as a few hundred millions is a small amount for him.

this guy seems to be picky with who he respects and he really doesn't hold back in disrespecting someone he doesn't. even higher ups and older people.

does skincare canonly.

doesn't seem to have friends so far...? (nel arc, before pxg match) but if we look at how rin is now, unsurprising.

in rin's novel, rin's physique is mentioned to be "better" than sae's actually. with how "rin wins in luck" while sae "loses" motive exist through the ice cream sticks, probably this motive will come up again when sae appears again.

#i wonder when will i get tired of this soccer manga because #i reread it way too much but i always find something i missed before #all things aside i truly do think a lot of care is put into sae's character #sae pls appear again pls pls pls. simping aside i need to see you being an absolute unit of a plot device again;;;;;#all while having your brotherhood issue and.... all that angst. good lord boy you need a therapist not a striker #poponing

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gaysimpsstuff · 4 years ago

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Hi!! I have a request for hc’s! I just read your “what their biggest kinks are”, and I was wondering if you could make a part 2 with Deku, Todoroki, Kirishima, and Mirio? Thank you and I love your writing!!

MHA Characters + Their Biggest Kinks PT. 2

No worries, buddy! Here you go!!! I’m so glad you like my writing!! I’m really happy to be getting requests!

I hope you enjoy this, Anon!

I struggled a little with Kirishima, so huge thanks to my bestie @smolchildfangirl for helping me out with this

PT. 1 Here

PT 3 Here

Genre: smutty smut

Warnings: BDSM Kinks, hard kinks, weird kinks

Other: this was in the making before the request, but I was planning to put Aizawa in instead of Mirio. I am now moving Aizawa to another post

Characters: Deku, Kirishima, Mirio, Todoroki + a bonus character

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy

Izuku Midoriya/ Deku

Switch- Listen, he’s more of a bottom most of the time but he has nothing against topping, he will top if you ask nicely. But baby boy needs to be taken care of, he’s always thinking about others so this is his time when he’s the one being though of.

Roleplay- specifically hero/civilian. This works when he’s topping or bottoming. Hero saves a sweet civilian, who wants to thank the hero. It’s always better when whoever plays the civilian is a fan of the hero, he just finds it so hot. He’ll also indulge in hero/villain, and enjoys that one a lot too.

Praise/ Body Worship- he needs you to know how special you are to him, how much he loves you and how good you make him feel. He also needs to be reassured he’s doing a good job, and that you feel just as good as him.

Vanilla- sex with him is usually very vanilla, and often times awkward. Like the time you farted while fucking him. You froze, then both of you started laughing and he said it was okay to keep going. Sometimes you guys just have normal conversations while having sex. it’s kind of adorable how embarrassed he gets when you’re so casual about it.

Wax Play- this is the kinkiest he is, and it’s more for you than for him. He loves seeing the colorful wax drip off your body, and how you hiss in pain and pleasure. He always chooses colors that compliment your eyes, skin, or hair. He might take pictures of it and claim it to be art. Don’t worry, he’d never show anyone without your permission.

Bondage- this is more for him than for you. He doesn’t know why, but being restrained and helpless kind of turns him on. Especially if you’re role playing hero/villain or villain/civilian and you’re the villain who’s toying with the poor failed hero or innocent victim.

Eijiro Kirishima/ Red Riot

Soft Dom- this man is so respectful, and so scared of hurting you. He’d be so gentle and sweet to you. Expect lots of praise and soft kisses as he fucks up into you. He’s so gentle with your body, like you’re made of glass.

Voyeurism- He loves watching you, in any kind of sense. Found out about his kink when you left the bathroom door open as you showered. He came into your dorm to study and couldn’t find you. Peeked in the bathroom and boom- instant boner

Underwear- he’s kind of a pervert and will steal your dirty underwear and press it against his face to smell you as he jerks off. Don’t be surprised if your underwear goes missing and then you find it a few days later.... in his room.

Edging- he loves to tease you. This is usually used as a punishment when he’s mad at you. He’ll bring you right to the ends of an orgasm then pull away, laughing you when you whine and cry for release.

Hair Pulling- this is more for him, it shows him that you feel so good with him fucking you that you lose yourself and just grasp at whatever you can. It’s so hot to him.

Quirk Play- He was a little reluctant to do this at first, but after he tried using his quirk on his dick, he realized that it would be so fucking hot. His dick gets harder and tougher, please don’t try and jerk him off it’s like jerking off a pole. He gains an inch in length and diameter. Hard hard mini-Kiri will have you screaming.

Mirio Togata/ Lemillion

Praise/ Body Worship- this man is so sweet- you really expect him to degrade you? No no never. You’re his sweet, precious, baby, and he needs you to understand that he loves you with all his heart and needs to make you feel good. Your body is a temple, and he is but a humble worshipper.

Creampies- he loves filling you up with his cum, then holds your legs up so he can watch it drip out of you. Even better if you let him eat it out of you. His favorite thing to do is rub your belly after he cums in you.

Cuckholding- he’d only want to do this with Tamaki or Nejire, where two of you fuck and the other has to watch. He’d fuck you in front of them or them in front of you, or the two of you would fuck and he’d be watching.

Threesomes- is there anything better than not participating? Yes. Participating. Send post. Also he’s a fuckboy so he’ll be asking for someone different to have sex with both of you every week. It’ll definitely get annoying.

Quirk Play- you really think he hasn’t done that porn trope of sticking his dick through the shower wall for a blow-job? And I’m sure he’s had you in his lap and fucked you through both of your clothes.

Humiliation- he loves to embarrass you. Whether it’s by saying something super lewd, making you look at where he’s fucking you, moving your face to make eye-contact with him, or just teasing you.

Recording/ Porn- he takes lots of pictures and videos of you during sex. Keeps them or personal use and to show you. Expect to get fingered as you both watch you suck his dick on his phone.

Shoto Todoroki/ Shoto

Shower Sex- he doesn’t know what it is about it- maybe it’s the trust you have in him to keep you from slipping, maybe it’s the water running down your body, maybe it’s the fact that you’re doing something so dirty in a place meant for cleanliness, he just loves it.

Mirror Sex- he loves to put you in a full Nelson in front of the mirror, tells you how amazing you look. He’ll slow down if you look away or close your eyes. He wants you to see “just how beautiful you looked all fucked out on his cock.” He also wouldn’t mind you jerking him off and making him cum on the mirror.

Soft Sex- he’s very gentle, both physically and verbally. He’s so afraid to hurt you. His favorite position is the lotus position, so you can see each other’s faces and you’re so close to each other. Loves it when you hug him during sex.

Mutual Masterbation- this happened more before you were ready to have sex, and it’s just sweet to him. Getting to touch himself to the sight of you touching yourself. It feels so intimate and vulnerable.

Quirk Play- this is saved for your more... arousing escapades. The little swirls of ice making fractals on your skin looks like art. He will heat up his skin but won’t use fire. Hope you’re cool with him pushing misshapen ice cubes into you or being restrained with huge chunks of ice. He’s sure to help warm you up afterwards.

Breath Play- this is the most kinky he’s going to get. He’s got a small oral fixation so if you choke him gently with your fingers in his mouth- hooh boy you’ve got him literally and figuratively wrapped around your finger. He also feels rather powerful to have his fingers curled around your neck.

Erotica/ Written Porn- this was discovered when you showed him regular Porn and he wasn’t into it. You pulled up an NSFW fanfiction and changed the names to yours and his. A few minutes later he was humping your leg, whining pitifully. The two of you have written erotica and then memorized it, recreating it in the bedroom countless times.

BONUS

Tamaki Amajiki/ Suneater

Shit wrong Tamaki-

There we go

Bottoming- you think this man has the confidence to top? Really? Really? No he’s much better on his knees for you, crying and begging for his master to touch his weeping cock. Poor little subby baby.

Food/ Quirk Play- you need his cock to be bigger? Horse meat, no problem. You want to get fucked by tentacles? He’s got plenty of Takoyaki on hand. He loves it when you poor syrup or honey on yourself and demand he lick it off you.

Degredetion- ever wonder why people who have low self-esteem usually have degrading kinks? Me too. But he has one. He wants to be manhandled into the bed and told what a worthless slut he is. Your little bitch in rut.

Boot Worship- he loves it when you put on combat boots or fancy heels and step on him. He’ll lick and kiss them as if you were a god. He’s very obedient. His favorite thing is when you press your shoe against his hard-on and tell him he doesn’t get to cum unless he really begs for it. Even better when he’s on his knees in front of you and you lift his chin with your foot. He will melt.

Master/Slave- he wants to serve you, he needs to make you feel good. You need to give him orders on how best to please you. Keep him on a leash and drag him to different corners of the room.

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i-need-air · 4 years ago

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Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou HCs: NSFW.

Summary: By the title you can already tell what's going on. The long awaited NSFW part of Hybrid!Bakugou. [ 3k words ]

Warnings: NSFW; dom!bakugou, impregnation kink, praise kink, filthy mouthed Baku; also some sub!Bakugou because why not;

Notes: It's important to point put this is a F!Reader. The first 2 parts of the series [sfw] + any ask involving hybrid!bakugou were as gender neutral as possible though. [ Part 1 and Part 2 here, Masterlist here for more ]

× believe it or not, he's a respectful guy

× shy with physical contact at the beginning

× learns incredibly fast though

× feels, listens, smells you, notes what you enjoyed, what you didn't

× you would have to take the first few steps

× lead his hands, put a peace, encourage him and he will surely get the drill

× Bakugou will be eager and curious, and trust me, your moans will drive him insane

× naturally, as you share a bed, one thing will lead to another, soft kisses will turn into a full blown make-out session and his hands will be everywhere on you;

He grunted, grindind his body into you, lips capturing your own in a heated kiss. It just started with a peck after he caressed your features gingerly, catching him in one of those tender moments you oh so loved. He returned it harder, moaning into your mouth. Breath fanned your face when he retreated, his somewhat cloudy eyes made you squirm under his frame and you had to pull him by the shoulders back into you.

From there you lost yourselves into each other. Your touches drove him to the edge and slowly clothes started coming off until you found yourself under an Adonis of a man. He looked mesmerized for a second, drinking you in with a hungry gaze.

Lips clashed, the tension between you, specially in the past few weeks built up and none could take it longer. His calloused hands touched your neck, your shoulders, going further down and making you shiver. He was a little bit rough but you could feel his excitement, both on his face and poking your tights.

Katsuki waited though, slowing down his movements until you whispered "Are you sure about this?" into his ear. A shiver took over him as he lifted his face to yours, lips feathered over your own yet again.

"*Are you?*" his voice just as soft.

"I want you, Katsuki." He had to close his eyes for a second and take a deep breath in at your confession.

"You're fucking perfect." He growled back, the intensity of his words formed a bolt of energy that ran through your whole body. "I just— I've never—"

"We'll take it slow."

× again, he is a fast learner, but needs instructions

× can be a bit selfish at first, this new feeling, this heat driving him insane

× but once he smelled your arousal he almost lost all strength in his body, his mouth watering

× and I bet you almost lost all strength in your body when you saw what he's packing

× big, thick and veiny, curved just enough to know he'd reach the best spots for you

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" he'd growl out into your ear as you moaned under him, nails clenching his shoulders as he held into the bed-frame. He was going insane, he thought. The feeling of your cunt clenching around his dick erased anything else in his brain and your moans— Delicious. Your smell was intoxicating, addictive.

He'd rail you eagerly, getting drunk in the feeling when he noted you move your hand to rub yourself under him, moans increasing. He'd guide his hand towards yours, breathing heavy, anticipating.

"Show me." He'd order.

× clit, you say, huh?

× the moment he understood you could become undone under him because of that little button, you're a goner

× which takes me to my next point

× he's a giver

× once he does his homework and finds out ways to drive you crazy, he'll demand to go down on you

× will dominate in bed, it's natural in him

× so when he tells you to spread your legs and to be a good girl, mischief in his eyes, heat filled your guts

× to which he almost rolled his eyes into the back of his head because holy shit your scent

× loves having his tongue lapping into your sex; he'd suck, he'd lick and thrive because of your reactions

× just having your tights trembling by his ears as he gripped them to keep you in place made his cock hard

× but what he really loved was knowing he could get you off just with his tongue; he'd even smile into your cunt as you'd moan louder and louder, the only thing left in your vocabulary being his name;

"Katsu—" you'd say, out of breath, back arched as you couldn't focus your vision. You struggled to keep your composture as he licked over your clit brutally, two digits inside of you.

"Look at me when I fuck you with my tongue." He said, stopping and earning a groan from you. With a deep breath you settled back, opening your legs a little bit more, not even realizing you were almost choking him with your tights, not that he really cared. He gave you a grin as you locked eyes and proceeded, slowing his peace and pumping his fingers inside of you.

"Good girl." He growled, not breaking eye contact. He felt it too, the shiver running through your body as you knew you got even wetter, and he got to work, proud of his accomplishment.

And as he sucked slowly and made you see stars, he resumed his brutal rhythm until you were a blabbering mess.

× doesn't mean he does not like to receive

× seeing you between his legs sucking him off is a treat to his eyes

× very much into power-play and dominating; he'd tell you how good you look with his cock in your mouth, very vulgar, loving your reactions;

× he grunts, but isn't very vocal so don't expect loud moans for him unless;;

× spread his legs slightly, suck on the tip, pump his cock, milk it into your mouth and with another hand play with his balls

× his leg will start shaking as he'd throw his head back, and if you suck on them while pumping him he'll let out such sinful growls that will reach your core

× that is when you can amp it up by scratching his tights and he'll cum like a fountain under you

You hollowed your cheeks, tongue running on the tip of his hard dick, watching him try to maintain his self-control. He was stubborn, gritting his teeth and acting tough yet he fisted the sheets, that giving him away.

It was always a pleasure to see him like this but it was never enough for you.

"Look at you, hmm?" He said between his teeth. "Such a good little slut for me." You moaned, taking him deeper in your mouth as you rubbed your legs together. "You love my dick in your mouth, hah?"

Little did he expect for you to start playing with his balls gently, your orbs sparkling while watching him almost choke on his own spit.

"Fuck, baby—" he'd growl, tensing up, almost moving his hips forward to fuck your mouth. You took as much of his hardness as you could and sucked, attentive of his balls and whatever you couldn't take in your mouth you pumped slowly, your cunt getting soaked just by hearing him swear to no end.

"Shit, [Y/N], so fucking good—"

With a last good suck, you kissed his tip them smirked at him, getting a confused and desperate look, begging you to continue, but you just lowered yourself and started licking his balls, his head fell back and the most lewd groan left his mouth.

"God, fuck me—" he said breathless as he started moving his hips upwards, fucking into the hand that still had his cock in a grip. It was a little hard to do so, but you licked in circular motions as he stumbled on his words until you felt them tighten and throb, cue for you to put the tip back in your mouth and await your treat, one last choked moan before he came everywhere.

× fucks you hard, will drill into your body, and you'd think fucking hard means fucking fast but he can still fuck you slowly and shake you to the core

× skin slapping skin can be heard all around the apartment and the dude has stamina

× bioengineered as he is, he will make you cum a few times before he comes too

× when you both have enough experience with each other that's when he realizes making you cum beforehand is the best way to fuck you, so yes, you will cum and you will cum hard

× favorite place to cum into? your mouth, so if you don't really dig it, he's okay with you spitting it out or cumming over your body

× his favorite position is doggy [ no duh ], with your ass up and face down, but don't get me wrong, it doesn't matter as long as he fucks you good and long

× he's also more into longer sessions, quickies are fine but not enough for him;

× might also be into praise-kink yet still with his dominant side on

× of course he has to tell you how good you look stuffed up with his cock, from any position

× marking

× oh, yes, he loves marking you

× before you got this intimate he liked to scent you but now that you're lovers expect to have marks all over you and you better not hide them

× definitely bites, sorry, absolutely not sorry, babe;;

× but nothing, nothing compares to his ruts

× just as wolves, it happens between

× hear me out and prepare yourself

× mating season happens between January and March;;;;; 💀

× it has different stages, yet the most fascinating one to you has to be the first weeks because it shifts his behaviour so much

× he goes from cocky, confident, dominant and territorial to whiny, needy, easily made jealous and kinda submissive

Katsuki started acting weird, something that at first you linked to the time you were apart. Maybe he missed you, who knows? The blond started touching you more, asking you to pet him, giving you blushing side glances and seeking your approval even more than normally. You caught on quickly as you once praised him for his amazing cooking, his chest puffed and cheeks burned without shame, contrary to normality, where he'd try to adorably hide it. He started to be really honest through his body.

The biggest difference was, without doubt in mind, when you got intimate. He'd whine for your touch so much, actual whines, gutural, deep from within would even shock you whenever you decided to tease him.

"Please, baby, please..." he'd beg but wait patiently for you to get on top of him and ride his cock until he couldn't take it any longer. You'd test the waters, of course, starting to praise him for being so good for you and he'd melt in your arms.

"You feel so good inside of me, baby." You'd say, slowly raising and falling over him repeatedly, a much calmer rhythm compared to your normal sessions. His hands would be gentler, just feeling you up and enjoying being taken care of, absolutely enamored with the sight of you.

Even if he was on top, he'd go gentler, whispering how incredible he feels, calling you all sorts of praises.

× when the actual rut finally hits, he turns territorial yet again, and the roughness comes with it

× now you're marked with hickeys and bruises from being manhandled by him

× of course he'd still be careful not to hurt you and if ever crosses any line with you and you'd tell him, he'd whine like a wounded animal

× because he would never want to hurt his mate

× but again, doubt it would ever happen

× although be prepared to have sex everywhere inside the house

× he'd pound on you unexpectedly, knowing to perfection how to touch and where to touch to get you in the perfect mood for him

× sometimes he watches, a filthy promise in his eyes to break you so good, just the way only he knows how

× he is hyper-aware of everything about you, the way you breathe, the way your heart pounds in your chest, the way your pupils dilate, how you clench your tights together, every single thing

× one thing that doesn't change from his pre-rut attitude is the honesty, now more verbal

× his first rut is where he learns just how much his words affect you

You were on the edge, just as the past few weeks. He told you a few nights ago that his mating season came to a high this week, so you suggested taking a week off work to help, and he eagerly agreed but not without teasing you about how much you loved being railed by him.

Sure, he teased, but it was so true and both of you knew. Katsuki was watching you silently from the couch. He spent all morning just watching you, walking without making any sound around you, sizing you up while licking his lips. These past weeks you were all over each other every night and now that you finally took a whole week off, he didn't touch you the first day at all? Strange. You definitely felt something was coming though. You were excited, nervous, you felt his eyes all over your body that left a trail of warm in your body. Acting occupied, as if you really had something to do even if the house was impecable, just so you could calm yourself to no avail.

He felt you and he liked seeing you nervous, anticipating his next move. How fucking amazing you looked, how delicious you smelled, his hunger grew and grew for you, excitement to have you for a full week to pleasure each other...

A growl froze you in place making you drop whatever you had in your hands. You turned slowly towards him only to almost collide with his chest.

A rough hand pulled you into him as he burried his nose in your hair.

"Mine." He grinded into you, hand on your ass. "My fucking mate." He breathed you in. "Mine."

He lifted you up without any struggle, just moving a little to press your back against the wall.

"So fucking perfect." He grinned at you then leaned to kiss your neck. "Fuck, you smell ready for me already..." he'd whine, spreading more your legs to adjust himself between them, tights gripped hard. "My sweet little mate..." he'd bite down the same spot he kissed. "I'm gonna fuck you so good you won't remember your own name." He promised and be sure to not wear many clothes because he'd rip them off you.

× impregnation kink; if you don't want pups right away [ ye, he calls em pups ] it's no problem, but you should definitely consider any sort of birth control, condoms...

× beg him to fill you up and he's done, he'll lose himself into you completely

× praise kink would hit again but this time telling you how sexy you'd look with his pups inside of you

× if you did find a method of birth control early on and you're safe, he's gonna fill you up and then finger you while you still had his cum inside, keeping it there while you rode through another orgasm

× mother-fucking filthy about it too

You were exhausted, your bones felt like jelly as you stood in place in bed, legs now opened for him as he admired his hard work. His cock stood proud as he jerked it off to the sight of you, cunt in his face stuffed with his semen, his fingers pushing any drop that dared to come out back inside.

"You took me so good, baby, look at you stuffed like the slut you are." He said after licking his lips. Precum ran over his hand as he pumped himself, head red and needy and both of you knew it wasn't over. "You're gonna take me one last time, understood?" He moved to your face, placing the fingers that were inside of you on your lips for you to lick, and did not need verbal confirmation since you took them in your mouth and sucked hard. He swore silently then grabbed you by the neck, getting close to your face. "So I've fucked you stupid, hah? Can't even say a word back? Can't fucking tell me how much you want me to break that cunt of yours until you see the stars, baby?" He mocked through a grin.

Even as exhausted as you were, you knew he'd take care of you, so when you finally regained the strength to touch his cheek, just the way you learned he liked, tenderly even when he fucked you like a pornstar, you threw him over the edge again... with a few simple words.

"Fill me up, daddy, give me your pups..." you begged in a whisper, curving your body to meet his, rubbing yourself into him.

The maniacal way his face contorted made you regain all your energy back in an instant.

He'd lift your lower part up and trust into you like a mad beast after opening your pussy up and spreading his cum over it to lube you up.

"I'm— gonna— fill— you— up—" he'd say between hard trusts, watching with lust as your tits bounced and you threw your head back.

The bed was a mess, cum leaked from inside of you, you were covered in hickeys and bite-marks, you begged his name like a broken record. He'd lose himself in the moment, falling into your body, hugging you tightly while rutting into you, reaching both of your releases.

× after the rut he's more laid back, both of you would need some time to just rest

× but he'd be very attentive, much like a prolonged aftercare

× he'd take care of you, do everything for you and even feel bad thinking he might've hurt you, even if it wasn't the case

× will hold you close in silence, enjoying your presence, will kiss your temple and just havung you in his arms

× has considered you as his mate from very early, even before you actually got together as a couple officially but after this, you're bonded together, since mating is very important for his species and as I clarified in the sfw version, wolves [ and wolves hybrids ] mate for life;

× will whisper how much he loves you into your neck as he holds you.

Tags: @bakugous-mamas @tspice283 so sorry to a couple of people that reblogged and asked to be tagged too, I've been searchin but I can't find you 😭😭

#boku no hero academia #bnha #bakugou katsuki x reader #mha #bakugou x reader #hybrid!au #hybrid!bakugou #noire writes

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0rchard · 4 years ago

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🍎𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: Kitty!Lev x reader x Puppy!Inuoka

🍏𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: Idk... Catboy? Puppy boy? Mention of heat?

🍎𝓐/𝓝 : So, you can thank @dilfhub and tbeir big brain for that <3 both of those cute boys have been living rent-free in my head for the past few days now so I needed to write some hcs about them 🚶🏽‍♀️May do that as well for bull!Toshi because you know, I'm weak for Toshi <3

.At first, the relationship between Inuoka and Lev wasn't great. Or rather, Lev quickly grew jealous of Inuoka as he didn't want to share… He wanted to be the only one to have cuddles, pat, love, attention…

.Inuoka, was just a happy puppy who wanted to play. He didn't care to share, as long as he still gets some attention and that the other with whom he shares is kind. Unfortunately for him, Lev wasn't the kindest at the beginning: would often "accidentally" scratching him when they were playing and always snitching when the poor puppy would make a mess

.So when did things get better between them? Well, it was during Inuoka's first heat. You weren't home that day, so it was only the two of them, and you were a bit scared by what could happen… You just hoped they would behave for once.

.Inuoka didn't know his heat started today, neither did you. So when he started to feel dizzy and had a weird sensation in his lower stomach he couldn't help but get scared. And since you weren't home, there was only one person he could ask some help: Lev

.A thing leading to another, the smell of Inuoka in heat ended up provoking his heat as well. Making Lev needy as much as Inuoka was if not even more. Too needy to have the strength to fight for the emergency fleshlight, for once, they agreed and shared, fucking the poor toy at the same time

.When you came back home, your puppy was curled up against Lev, the kitty licking his hair as cats do between themselves usually, showing that he (finally) accepted Inuoka

.Kitty Lev has the bad habit to hide in your closet despite being tall, and you will often find him asleep there. If during the night you have 2 big green eyes looking at you through there, don't panic it's just him

.Puppy Inuoka would, even if he has his dog basket to sleep in, usually end up climbing in your bed, to snuggle near you, Lev will usually quickly join both of us, hating to be left apart

.Both of them are very clingy and you barely have any privacy. Taking a shower? Puppy Inuoka would have no shame jumping in with you as kitty Lev sat far enough from the water but still looking at you with his piercing eyes. Using the toilet? They will scratch at the door and whine until you get out. Sitting on the couch watching a movie? Suddenly they are around you begging for your attention

.And they are as needy as clingy. You feel like they are always in heat until you experience your first heat with them and you realize that it was nothing compared to how they were right now. Drooling, whining, precum leaking everywhere, and so is cum as well since they continue to come again and again, whether it's in you, in the other, or on their stomach. Because yes, they have no shame doing it with the other, even if it will mostly resume in rutting their erect cock against the other erected cock.

.They also have sensitive nipples and are obsessed with yours, wanting to have their owner's milk, it doesn't even matter if you can produce milk or not, they just want to suck on it. They might leave scratches on you but it's not willingly. They are just too lost in pleasure. The bite marks are another story tho

.Please spoil both of them, they just love when you buy them new toys or even a new collar/leash

.When you walk Inuoka, Lev would join as well and your little puppy would protect him from other dogs. Nobody can harm you or his kitty brother <3

.Your puppy is not a huge leg humper and prefers to hump your pillow or piece of clothes that you have left on the ground of your room or of the bathroom. More than once he and Lev teamed up, the kitty sneaking in your closet, tugging on clothes to make them fall so 1) he could sleep surrounded by your scent, 2)his brother wouldn't wake him up if he was needy, he would just hump your panties

#haikyuu smut #hq smut #🍎.candy apple #lev haikyuu #lev hcs #lev headcanons #lev haiba #lev hq #haikyuu inuoka #sō inuoka #hq inuoka #inuoka hcs #inuoka headcanons

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achillesmonochrome · 3 years ago

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Saw this meme, and I thought of filling it because it looked like fun, this is the original poster if you want to check out.

I decided to do a detailed opinion about why I give X rating, and you may realize that the jars may not reflect the numbers that much; look I have problem with visualizing what is 1/3 or so on, I cannot help it.

As you can see, I had…not the best opinions about many ships, including big ships; so, in order to make sure people don’t read negative stuff of their OTPs. I will avoid tagging the ships (unless I have positive feelings about it) and I would not tag characters at all, if only so less people can find this on accident. If you see // in the middle of a ship name, is so people cannot accidentally found that ship while looking on the tag, because is not going to be pretty.

I will also hide my more detailed opinions behind a read more, to, AGAIN, ensure no one reads something that they don’t want to read.

I need to remind people that THIS IS MY SUBJECTIVE OPINION. You are free to ship what you ship and I will not tell you to stop, this is just what I think of it.

If you click in that read more, you need to acknowledge that this is just my opinion, and that you may encounter something you may not like. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

And lastly, I didn’t proofread this because is just a stupid post on tumblr I thought anyone would read, so there would be mistakes most probably. Sorry not sorry.

On with the show!

Percy x Annabeth: 2/10. I would give it a 1 but I can still write them together, and I can read it, so I guess a 2 if only because I can tolerate them. But no I don’t like this ship, I prefer them a lot more like friends.

Percy x Grover: 2/10. Not my thing, is not a 1 or a 0 because I don’t have anything against it, but eh, I don’t know I don’t see it. Is funny because in paper it sounds wonderful for me; is gay, they have this soul connection that has their lives linked and can feel each other, Grover was Percy’s first friend, being around Grover may help hide Percy’s identity in general (since satyrs are “protectors” I hc their smell can hide demigods); it has EVERYTHING for me to love it, and yet…eh.

Percy x Luke: 6/10. Like ok, for how things are in canon, it wouldn’t work out, all enemy things and that age gap as it is, is not going nowhere. BUT, I love angst, and drama, and let me tell you I adore the idea of Luke’s being Percy’s first love, just to break his heart in a million pieces, making him enrage so badly he wants revenge at all cost? Is percico but the traitor actually betrays the other I LOVE IT. I need to give it this rating just because I still like unrequited ships.

Percy x Rachel: 8/10. YES, THAT HITS THE SPOT. Like ok I haven’t written about them yet, and I haven’t read the original pjo books in a while, but ohhh this hits different. Rachel is so sweet but still doesn’t get Percy to get away with shit, she is supportive and makes Percy feel normal. They are wholesome.

Percy x Calypso: 5/10. Ok I think they were cute in the book where Calypso was introduced, and hey Percy said it himself, she would be his biggest what if, that says a lot. I just don’t like Calypso as much because well, when she came back in HoH she was really different and kind of annoying; specially because for what I know of MoA, she doesn’t change; like A LOT of people try to say that Calypso was only like that because she was salty for still being in her island, but even when she is out she is still an asshole to Leo. Fuck that shit.

Percy x Nico: 4/10. Same scenario as luckercy, but with less love for it. Like, I LOVE Nico being in love with Percy, if only for the angst, even if part of me still think it doesn’t make a lot of sense that he loves him this much (but that’s another story). I used to ship percico, like a lot, but now I just idk, can’t see Percy reciprocating? I had tried, believe me, but when I try to read a fic with them as a couple while I see where Nico is coming from, I can’t see why Percy would love him, not because I think Nico is unlovable (he is one of my favourite characters for fucks sake) but I don’t see why Percy would fall for him.

Percy x Bianca: 1/10. Look, I hate this? No, I don’t, which is why is not a 0/10, but I can’t see it. I basically adopted Bianca like an Oc (because she barely exists so is my territory now bitches) and for me Bianca is a lesbian. I may be able to read it if the story interest me enough, but even then a lot of times I had decided to not read something if this ship is in it.

Percy x Michael: 7/10. LISTEN, I will write about them? Probably know, I still don’t feel like I have a good idea of who Michael is to do so, BUT, I have some people on a discord server who adore this pair, and I read some fics, and it is good, hell I had made a couple of memes myself because it fits them. Great stuff all around.

Percy x Will: 3/10. I can read it? Yes, I had even seen some impressive works with this ship, but not my thing. Probably because I am not the biggest fan of Will (not that I am of Percy, but still)

Percy x Ethan: 3/10. A similar deal as Percy x Will, but I really haven’t read anything about them. Like ok it could be interesting with the fact that Percy saved Ethan and then he went with Kronos, but idk, I don’t care enough about Ethan to even properly imagine this.

Percy x Hermes: 1/10. Again, I don’t hate this ship, but…eh? I think Percy is bi and I do not believe ANY of the gods are straight, so is not like a hc sexuality is an issue, is just…I don’t see it, I imagine I could read it, but would be odd.

Percy x Apollo: 3/10. I mean, I doubt I would write about it, but I am planning to read a fic for them (because summary looked interesting and multiple people telling me is great) so I am giving them a chance.

Percy x Hades: 7/10. NOT ME SHIPPING HADERCY MORE THAN PERCABETH LMAOOO. Ok, ok, if the idea of luckercy is interesting for Percy’s heartbreak, it is peak comedy when thinking about Percy’s crush on Hades. Like ok, there is this line in TLT about how Hades is the only god that has actually looked like a god to him and all that jazz, saying stuff like "looking lithe, graceful and dangerous as a panther"

Bitch if you told me that description belonged to someone describing the love interest, I would buy it without a second thought.

And the fact that Hades kidnapped Percy’s mom and tries to kill him later on, and Nico was crushing on him, with Percy having/had a crush on Hades? I can’t, I am literally doubling in laughter while writing this, is so fucking funny.

Would Hades like him back (thinking of Percy becoming an adult)? Probably not, don’t care, still funny.

Percy x Reyna: 1/10. You know the drill, don’t hate it, just don’t see it. I hc Reyna as ace biromantic, but I still think she didn’t have a crush on Percy, was just proposing because she was desperate to not have Octavian in power; also is fucking unrealistic that Percy of all people would know when someone is subtly flirting with him; are talking about the same guy who Annabeth kissed and he wasn’t sure what that meant?

Percy x Piper: 3/10. Eh, not my cup of tea, but I had see it before and it can be okay. Tho I still like the idea that Piper is actually a lesbian.

Percy x Jason: 2/10. Did I write a jercy recently? Yes, do I understand why those two would love each other? Not for the life of me. I had tried, I swear I had, but I really don’t know how that would work. Sorry.

Percy x Leo: 4/10. Like I haven’t written anything about them, but the idea sounds wholesome to be honest; idk too kids with complicated house lives and jokes as some sort of copy mechanism (Percy is more sass than anything but still)? I think would be interesting really.

Percy x Hazel: 8/10; tho I gave it the same rating as perachel, I think I love it more than them, if only because I like more Hazel than Rachel (Rachel is great, but Hazel is Hazel you know?). I mean, Hazel is a sweet but badass girl, and she thought Percy was a god when she saw him; I think in a few years Percy could stop seeing Hazel like a little girl and fall for her. Look I know age gap and shit but I think once they are old enough as adults, it doesn’t matter (Is not the same 15 dating a 20 yo than a 40 dating a 45 yo you know?)

Percy x Frank: 7/10. A little less than Perazel if only because I like Hazel more than Frank, but still wholesome. Good friends that deeply respect each other and ends in something more? Oh so sweet, that’s the spot.

Annabeth x Luke: 1/10. Like sure, Annabeth liked Luke, not that I could EVER see happening the other way around (is technically canon but the whole thing is flimsy as fuck and makes ZERO SENSE HOLY FUCK RR), but it is a lot less funny than luckery; because I remember when I was reading TLT, and I was like “fuck Annabeth would still hang out hope for Luke” but then she was very reasonable about him leaving, so I was like “oh so this would not be a problem?” but then it was for the next four books and I wanted to hit my head against a wall every single time.

Look I used to HATE Luke, like with passion, that has changed (…more or less) so having Annabeth hopelessly trying to get him back was annoying for me; like sure it makes sense, they known each other for years and all of that, but ugggggh.

Annabeth x Thalia: 8/10. This was my second OTP when I was reading the books, and unlike Percy x Annabeth, I still think they are great. I don’t ship it as strongly as before (honestly all my ships with Annabeth I had the other person being the half of another OTP of mine) but I really love the idea of it.

Annabeth x Connor: 1/10. I don’t see it, and I haven’t tried not gonna lie. Look, I know the fandom loves the Stolls for…reasons, but I was never one of them, I truly do not give a shit about Connor or Travis, I don’t think of them, so I don’t see how it would work.

Annabeth x Grover: 5/10. I…I didn’t ever think of this, at all, until I saw this list, but you know what? Would be interesting. Like, they had been friends even before the events of the first book, and unlike Thalia or Luke, he didn’t disappear at some point or another; so hey, why not? It would be funny Annabeth leaving Percy for Grover not gonna lie.

Annabeth x Clarisse: 4/10. I don’t like Clarisse that much, but hey I don’t like Annabeth that much either so it balances out. I hc that they had an angry make out at some point or another, because I think they had a lot of unresolved tension that would go out that way. Is like what people say of jercy but with a lot more basis in it.

Also, Clarisse was the one to come with the “wise girl” thing, not Percy, extra points for that.

Annabeth x Jason: 3/10. I read a fic with them recently that was amazing, not gonna lie; and I kind of see it? Like interest more or less align, but eh, not sure if it would work out, short-term fine but long term? Doubt it.

Annabeth x Piper: 7/10. I remember how Piper’s charmspeak almost worked on Annabeth, and since then I thought Piper was how Annabeth realized she is wlw (I think Annabeth is demisexual but they were good friends so works out). Is a cute pairing, specially with the forehead touch and Annabeth seeing Piper’s strengths (which is something she struggles a lot) so yeah, nice.

Annabeth x Leo: 4/10. Sure Leo is too much of a jokester, but Annabeth would need to fold at some point and admit Leo is really fucking smart (I still think is ridiculous that people think he is dumb, the guy had been creating amazing things since he was a child, he can do math which is more than I can say for my gay ass); like jasabbeth, probably wouldn’t work long term, but short term? Why not?

Annabeth x Reyna: 7/10. I used to ship these a lot more, not gonna lie; also I am CONVINCED Annabeth’s was Reyna’s first crush (she had a crush on her on Circe’s island, and that came a hit her like a truck when she came back and they talked; unlike Percy and Reyna they had like, a meaningful conversation) but idk, I guess because I don’t love Annabeth as I used to do, I don’t see it as much. At the very least Annabeth would respect Reyna 100%, which is one of the few things I need with a ship for hers (because something that drives me insane about Percy x Annabeth, is how I feel she doesn’t respect Percy) so that’s something.

Annabeth x Rachel: 2/10. Like ok, is not impossible, but I don’t see it, maybe because Annabeth was kind of an asshole to Rachel before, but oof.

Annabeth x Frank: 3/10. A little bit like Grover x Annabeth, I never thought about it before, but I don’t, feel it as much. Grover x Annabeth I could at least image where it would go, this…no clue. Annabeth doesn’t completely disregard Frank, so hey, points for it, but eh.

Annabeth x Hazel: 2/10. I mean, I could see Hazel liking Annabeth, maybe like a hero crush, but yeah. Annabeth to Hazel? Oof, hard to picture (even if I kind of wrote about it when I did the seven as a poly ship, it was an odd project and I should write another one only because the first one SUCKED)

Thalia x Bianca: 11/10. MY OTP. Listen I had ship these HARD for years now, I don’t even remember my entire thought process, but there is that. Also Bianca is a useless lesbian who crushed on Thalia when she saw her fight, because attractive girls who can kick her ass are her weakness, and had a meltdown about it.

Thalia x Luke: 0/10. NOPE, I hated this ship with passion since I first read this saga, and while I don’t hate Luke as I used to do, I still dislike it. Even if I think Luke had a thing for Thalia (the man had good taste who can blame him) I still would give him a 0 out of 10 because the vitriol I have for this ship is unmeasurable.

Thalia x Nico: 0/10. Hey speaking of things I hate with passion! Even before I knew Nico was gay, I never liked this ship (because I used to think Thalia was a lesbian, if only because I had a giant crush on her and I thought I was a lesbian when I was a teen), so it never landed for me.

I don’t even see them that much as friends, in the right circumstances I see Thalia adopting Nico as a little brother, but that’s the farthest I would go.

Thalia x Reyna: 5/10. This used to be my OTP, but I don’t remember exactly how, I had some sort of fall out about it. I still can see it, but I don’t ship it that much anymore. I still love beynalia (I don’t remember how that happened but it happened in my mind okay?)

Thalia x Zoë: 4/10 Eh, I could see Thalia having a crush on her the first time they crossed paths, but she didn’t want to leave her family behind (no I will not believe she didn’t leave just because of Luke, I will deny that until the day I fucking die)

Thalia x Artemis: 2/10. Look, Thalia having something for Artemis? I could go there, but FUCK I hate Artemis with passion, if she isn’t the Olympian I despite the most is because taking Zeus out of that place is freaking impossible, but she is close.

Luke x Ethan: 2/10. I do not care for Ethan enough, I don’t even think I remember if he was a minor or an adult in the series. Luke is also not that important to me, so yeah.

Luke x Dionysius: 1/10. I am not even going to make a commentary, just…no.

Luke x Silena: 0/10. NO, JUST FUCKING NO. This isn’t even about Luke anymore, I fucking hate that the entire reason Silena betrayed camp was because Luke’s charm, like HOLY SHIT RR YOU COULDN’T DO SOMETHING MORE INTERESTING?! The fact that she betrayed the camp for a guy she didn’t even really love is so…ugh, really the idea of a spy could had been more interesting and it was wasted. I hate this ship only on that alone.

Silena x Charles: 3/10. Here is the thing: I didn’t read the companion books until much later (you don’t have an idea how confuse I was about Bob) because they didn’t got to my country and I didn’t know where I should read them to avoid spoilers, so I just thought it was unnecessary for the bigger plot. That meant I barely saw things about Beckendorf or Silena before knowing they would die. So I didn’t care that much for either of them.

Silena x Clarisse: 7/10. Look, I don’t like either of them that much, Clarisse was an asshole to Percy at first (and she refusing to fight on TLO was DUMB AS FUCK), which I had never fully let go, and Silena betrayed camp and well, later on I became a Drew stan which complicated that issue further. BUT, THE FUCKING PATROACCHILLES PARALLELS. I didn’t even read the Illiad (or Song of Achilles) when I first read TLO, but FUCK that scene was so freaking romantic I can’t.

Nico x Will: 1/10. I only give it a one because SOMETIMES, people write solan//gelo and it doesn’t completely suck, but I hate this pairing with passion in canon and that is not changing. I used to ship, but then I got older, and I experienced what it is to have someone invalidate your experiences when they have no business knowing that or saying you are making shit up; the fact that we go the first book of ToA and they are suddenly dating didn’t help; I hated when they did that to jas//per, doing it solan//gelo wasn’t going it any favors.

Ultimately the only reason I see this happening, is Nico accepting to date the first guy he knows is queer because he thinks he would not have any other chance. Is the typical “Two baby queers date because think is their only option” that happened to me and so many of my friends is not even funny. That’s about it.

Nico x Apollo: 2/10. I ship nipollo? No, would I found it funny only to spite Will? Yes.

Nico x Jason: 12/10. These two are not only my OTP, nooo, they are the freaking reason I came back to this fandom after so long, I love them so much is not even funny; even when they are not together I would write bibles about their friendship. They are fucking goals.

It started nicely? Of course not, I still remember Jason being an ass to Nico, and Nico also thinking Jason as “the golden boy” and that had everything in a silver platter. It started with the wrong foot.

But that’s the beauty of it; the fact that they had the wrong idea about each other, and it was only after being hit with the evidence, that they could truly see each other and learn to love the other (in canon, they love each others as friend, I think it can go deeper)

I will try to keep it short, but you can check my jasico tag, I adore them.

Nico x Frank: 1/10. Not my thing, like Frank is not an ass to Nico (if only for Hazel) but their entire relationship is about Hazel; so no, I don’t see how this would happen.

Nico x Leo: 5/10. I am currently reading a fic of a friend of mine, but I think I would kind of abandon it, because OOF. Like look, I don’t, really see it, it could happen! Of course it could, but I really need someone to lay down for me how it would work, which is not always how people write about them (when I read fics where they already have feelings for each other I feel a disconnection since I don’t know how they got there)

Nico x Reyna: 0/10. I love them as siblings and best friends, shipping them? Not really, like the ship would work a lot if it wasn’t because Nico is gay, but I honestly don’t see Nico loving a girl; if Reyna was a boy then maybe, but eh, again, I prefer them as siblings.

Nico x Dionysius: 1/10. Like, ooof, that cannot go well; I want to read something toxic and unhealthy, ok, but otherwise? I prefer just so say no. Tho if Dionysius was attractive (which was how he was described in Ancient Greece, at least a lot of times) I could see Nico having attraction if only for that.

Hazel x Leo: 7/10. I ship frazeleo, and a lot of ships work better for me when they are in ot3 or bigger polycules, but Hazel x Leo alone is cute. I see Leo falling for Hazel, and Hazel could see pass Sammy and appreciate Leo for who he is. Though the whole Sammy/Leo conflict was stupid and despite shipping frazeleo, that triangle was a fucking waste of time.

Hazel x Reyna: 6/10. I had written them before and while I don’t totally see it, in the right circumstances I think it could happen! Also Reyna is my baby so I want good people for her, and Hazel is amazing.

Hazel x Piper: 9/10. I need to go back to writing about them, but they can be so cute. They had a great friendship in HoO (even if it was mostly off screen but whatever) and they would be such a sweet couple. Ahh I adore them.

Hazel x Frank: 7/10. I mean, they are an okay ship, but I don’t, ship them that hard. Like I still think Hazel x Frank could had happened a lot later (not everyone needed to be paired, especially since Hazel is 13 and is still adjusting to all the things that had happened to her, it can wait) but is not actively harmful like most of pjo’s main couples. I still don’t like how Hazel was embarrassed of Frank at first though, but considering all the other canon ships, they at least appreciate and respect each other more than the rest.

Hazel x Jason: 4/10. I love Jason? With all my heart. I love Hazel? Of course, she is badass. I still remember an idea about them having a thing before he disappeared, but that’s about it. It could happen, and I think would be wholesome, but is not something I am actively rooting for.

The fact that Hazel had doubts about Jason in HoH doesn’t help shipping them, but I still found that extremely hilarious.

Leo x Jason: 7/10. Is a solid ship, and if someone is going to make Leo realize he likes men, is going to be Jason (tho I still think he knows, is just that he didn’t want to accept it because he is such a portrayal of closeted gay I still cannot believe he hasn’t come out). It could totally see it happen, I just ship them more with other people.

Jason x Piper: 1/10. If I don’t completely hate it, is because part of my INSANE hate for this couple went away when they broke up, because I got validated. I still think they are bad for each other romantically, bros for sure but as a ship? NOPE. Like, Piper was always more interested in this relationship that Jason ever was, and even then Piper was fixated in the boy of her fake memories than the real Jason, and had an idea of him being the perfect hero, which I don’t think Jason enjoyed very much.

Unlike perca//beth, I really rarely tolerate this on a fic, so wow you need a good reason for me reading it if they are together and don’t break up at some point.

Jason x Frank: 1/10. Ok, I don’t have as big of an issue as with jas//per, I just don’t see it. That’s about it.

Jason/Reyna: 2/10. I see why people ship it, and in the right circumstances (which are hella tricky) it could happen. But in canon? I don’t even think they were close friends in canon.

I understand why people want to think that, but for me it didn’t happen. Reyna literally trusted Nico after travelling for 2 weeks with a secret she never told anybody, she knew Jason for years and that never happened. Which ok could be because he was a roman and could say something about it.

But then Jason never shared anything significant with her (or with anybody, that’s another story) and holy fuck in BoO Piper of all people was more worried about Reyna than him, that really sucks.

I ignore canon plenty of times, but Jason has been so dismissive of Reyna all this time…I can’t, I just can’t. It huts my hearts.

Jason x Drew: 1/10. Look I am a Drew stan (similar deal as Bianca, I saw how RR wrote her, thought he was wasting a potentially great character, so I say “Mine now” and run wild with it) and Jason is my baby boy, but I don’t- like ok if I write about Drew becoming better than maybe, but that’s it.

Frank x Leo: 8/10. Like look, was that triangle stupid? Extremely so, but the part where they are “sorry about your mom” lives rent free in my head, I feel like they have an interesting development and is more than I can see of many couples. Sure later on RR forgot about that and write them still being dicks to each other (for no good reason) but I think it could work.

Leo x Calypso: 1/10. I was tempted to put it as 0/10 but I don’t hate them with passion but is close. Like Calypso was an ass to Leo for no good reason; like look, she had the right to be salty about still being in that island? Sure (tho I wonder how she knows Percy tried to talk about it, if it was because he said so before leaving, how isn’t she sure he is still working on that? Time works oddly in Ogygia, right?) She felt the fates were mocking her with him? Could happen, but that was extremely rude of her.

Overall, none of this shit is Leo’s fault; he wasn’t the one who made a promise that other people didn’t comply (Percy literally lived a war, he needed to heal, and how the fuck he was going to make sure the Olympians did their part? Specially considering that they close Olympus and he got kidnapped. My point is: Percy had all the right to forget that, also, as far as he knew, she was out and just living her life somewhere else) and it wasn’t his idea to be stuck there either; hell the table isn’t his fault either, he just tried to land.

Also, she continues to be an asshole to him, even when he got her out so the reason why she was so annoyed weren’t applicable anymore.

I don’t say Calypso didn’t have a right to be angry, I am saying is not fair Leo needed to pay for that, and still be paying for that.

And about ‘mamacita’ yes, is not the best comment, but is not that insulting, take that from someone who’s first language is Spanish. I found worse that he continue calling her that she said no, that he had the idea in the first place. Calypso is a lot worse for him that he is for her.

This is more about Calypso than anything but, if someone should had become a hunter? Should had been her.

Like think about it; she got stuck on an island with no idea of the modern world, was cursed to love guys who would never stay with her, and probably finds adapting to this new era extremely difficult. Being a hunter would mean leaving that past behind, and be with people who she would not need to lie about who she is.

Didn’t think I would make such a rant about this but wow. I guess I can tolerate them better if only because I don’t see them pop in fics as often, because unlike perc//abeth and solan//gelo, people seem to agree more often than not that they aren’t goals.

Will x Leo: 4/10. I actually had an idea for those two before BoO, and while I still have issues with Will, eh, why not? Could happen.

Piper x Leo: 6/10. I liked them more before the idea of Piper being a lesbian happened (I know is not confirmed but the things that I had read from extracts on ToA…it REALLY looks like she is gay) but neither of them is confirmed as extremely gay, so is all fair game. I like the idea that Leo was the guy of Piper’s memories, or at the very least, that they were actual friends before Jason got throw into the mix; meaning they are one of the rare ships that legit enjoyed each other company instead of being stuck together in one and somehow learning to like each other (I love the idea of the seven being found family, but reality is that they were stuck in a group project)

And that’s it! There are ships that I love that weren’t mention (because I ship a lot of weird shit) and there was less zeroes than I though it would be.

It also made me realize I ship Percy more with girls than guys...that’s a revelation, specially for me holy fuck.

This was fun, maybe one day I would made some jars for other ships I can think of, because WOW I was a menace in the past (and I kind of still am).

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #heroes of olympus #hoo #jasico #thaliabeth #thalianca #perachel #perazel #i think those were the only ones with a good grade #oh wait frankleo #pipazel

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argylemikewheeler · 3 years ago

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Okay, I'm actually awake and sporting more than two braincells now and I ahve a few things to say:

1) Please for the love of god plug the link to your friends-to-lovers fic bc god knows I need more reading material and going down the tag by kudos can only do so much

2) And YES! I love when other people agree with the hc that Steve is a master of disguises. Like, sure he's not the most book smart guys, but he's one of the most socially smart guys between all the teenagers in ST tbh. It makes me think that he himself didn't even know who the real Steve was until he pulled away from Tommy and Carol and started hanging more with the kids and Jonathan.

And don't get me started on how he and Dustin became so close as to be described as adoptive brothers bc god knows Steve needed that sort of closeness with someone. From what we know (and I think most of the fandom agrees on that at least) is that Steve's parents are rarely around and either don't care about him or are misguided in their care thinking raising a child is just giving them expensive stuff and letting them fend for themselves. Kinda makes me wonder if he was touch starved and that's what led him to become his King Steve persona.

3) Also pls gimme some of your Byler fics too bc I have been falling back into my loving Mike Wheeler era and he's such a little drama queen. I love the dynamic he and Will have throughout the show except slightly for S3 bc HO BOI Mike really done fucked up there with both El and Will. Plus you don't just say that meeting somebody is the best decision you've ever made and then completely shrug it off. Like, COME ON MATE!

4) And last but not least, this one is entirely smth that came to mind like half an hour ago but do you think Mike would grow up to be the type of teenager who would smoke cigarettes? Like maybe is a thing he picked up from Nancy when he caught her smoking in secret once. And he's not a chain smoker or anything but occasionally you can find him on the roof of the Wheeler's house smoking a lone cigarette. I think the party wouldn't know. Maybe only Will at best and that's bc he finds Mike’s packet of cigarettes once looking for a pastel he lost in the basement. So when they are like 18, and the party is like “Hey lets smoke one just to see if we can” etc. Everyone expected Max to know, of course. El is a bit of a surprise but not that much. But then when Mike just casually takes a drag like it's the most casual thing in the world, no choking or anything, everyone kind of just stares?

-⚡

FIRST on the docket: My fic be good. that I keep wobbling back and forth about writing a part 2-- maybe season 4 will be the perfect inspiration to write it. maybe jon and steve will have more scenes to go off of.... let's hope.

I really love the idea that Steve didn't know who he himself was until that change we see in season 1. When he goes back to clean up the movie theater? Telling Carol and Tommy they're shit? An eruption! A Moment! Going to Jonathan's house to apologize but still willing to kick his ass because he thinks he hurt Nancy? Duality of man. Love it sm.

And HERE is my ao3 link to all my stranger things fics which is mostly byeler, to tell you the truth. You can also search my prompts tag or summary fic or bullet fic tags for more of the same. I've written MORE than enough about Mike saying being Will's friend is the best thing he's ever done... it's my weakness.

Mike steals Steve's cigarettes when he quits. At first he doesn't know what to do with them-- should he really smoke them???-- then one day he just gets too curious and steals a lighter from his mom's candle cabinet. He sneaks out the window to the little side roof and lights one. He coughs and gags and snorts and hacks but still finishes it. He just wanted to know he could do it. And he does it every once in a while-- he doesn't realize he likes how it makes him breathe regularly and, effectively, calm down, when he's stressed. Will only knows because he smells it on Mike one day-- knowing the smell well from his mom and Hopper's smoking. He doesn't say much but just knows if he offered he'd say no thank you. No judgement just not for him. And you're absolutely right, when the gang all go to try a cigarette they're all passing it around like no no no you light it no no you start it!! and Mike just steps up and grabs it, holding it in his lips before cupping the flame and lighting the end and taking a long, full drag. What?! he asks, letting the smoke billow out his mouth. What?! Why are you all looking at me like that?

#long post #strike anon #mike hcs #SO many tagged fics here #it's almost a masterpost lol

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rk1kheadcanons · 4 years ago

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smol hc: Being the only RK models, CyberLife used some of Markus's base code in Connor's program. Emotions & empathy for social integration, and also some caretaking protocols in case emergency repairs/first aid are needed on the job (IE reactivating the Traci at the Eden Club, or diagnosing & "treating" Hank's ethylic coma LOL). I love the idea of Con getting to take care of Markus for once if he gets injured doing Rebel Leader Things™

🥺 Anon. I love this HC so much. Connor having some caretaker protocols is...yes. Absolutely. The jury is out and they find the defendant correct.

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When Markus limped into his office, practically hopping on one foot every other step, all he wanted to do was bulldoze through his paperwork so he could go home and forget today ever happened. He’d taken a pretty hard hit earlier when a counter protester at their rally thought it was just a capital idea to hurl a brick into the crowd. Much more surprising than the sudden brick to the knee, though, was the (almost terrifying in it’s rapidness) reaction from the crowd. The guy was immediately apprehended and cursed out by human supporters and androids alike. It was wild. His bodyguards barely had to do any work. Markus swore he heard a human yell that thirium shots were on them after this, amidst a chorus of responding cheers. Nothing brings people together like a communal ass whoopin’? Apparently??

God he really hoped that human didn’t drink any thirium. Markus still had nightmares about Leo accidentally mixing up his blue raspberry jello shot with his drink, nevermind the fact that thirium consumables smelled like laundry detergent and poison as purposeful deterrents.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go see the technician?” said Simon who, as his designated babysitter while North and Josh handled the fallout of the rally, followed into his office after him.

“Naaahh,” Markus drawled, waving the hand that was grasping a pen as if he could wave away the problem altogether. Not for the first time he wished the government would catch up with the rest of the world and just go paperless. Reading over and signing these tedious documents would be a lot less painful to do if they would just let him download it into his mind like a sensible person would. “I barely feel it, plus my Regenerative Program has already kicked in. By the time I get to the med bay it’ll probably be all fixed.”

“Uh huh,” Simon unconvinced at him. “How long till you’re repaired.”

Markus pulled up the damage report in his HUD. “About six…” he stared at the readings for a moment longer and, much to Simon’s chagrin, went back to doing his paperwork.

“...six what?”

“Bahhh,” Markus waved his hand again unhelpfully. Truthfully, he didn’t know how to make this sound better. Hopefully, his innate charm would cover for his trash convincing. “Ya know…”

“No. I do not know. What is it? Six minutes?”

Markus grunted.

“Hours!?”

Markus slumped lower in his chair. “Mmmhumph.”

“....Markus,” Simon started in a low warning voice. “If it’s days so help me I’m going to take out your other knee - ”

The door slammed open, startling Simon out of his threat, which was definitely about to escalate to more than Markus’ other knee once he found out it was six weeks.

“Connor!”

“Good morning Simon,” Connor greeted briskly, expression stormy as he made a beeline for Markus like the man possesses on a mission that he usually was. He was swinging a rather large, rather ominous looking tool box with a red medical cross painted on it. Markus didn’t even stop doing his paperwork. He knew the drill by now. “I heard about what happened and came as fast as I could.”

“Wow, the news has only been out for an hou - wait. Weren’t you in Ohio?”

“Yes. I would have been here sooner but traffic was heavier than usual and the family driving the Escalade was surprisingly insistent on going the speed limit. A majority of police officers won't cite drivers for going between 1-5 miles per hour over,” Connor rolled his eyes and scoffed, like he didn’t follow some laws down to the letter while blatantly disregarding others at any given time.

“Wha - did you hitchhike all the way here!?”

“Oh no of course not! There is a 46% chance of violent or criminal conduct committed against people who hitchhike.”

“Then how - ”

“I was sitting on top of the aforementioned Escalade.”

Markus gave him his best ‘why are you like this’ stare while Simon gaped in perplexion. “You didn’t need to car surf just to come all the way down here, hon.”

“After hearing about the state you were in, with all my love in the world I violently disagree.”

Markus sighed like a man whose knee wasn’t sparking and twitching at this very moment. And...hm. Maybe it did ache. A teeny bit. Whatever. He was still of the opinion that rubbing some dirt on it and a little stretching was enough to get him through the rest of the day.

“Well, maybe you can help me convince him to go to the technician,” said Simon.

“No need.” Without preamble, Connor plopped the heavy med(?) box on the floor and gently lifted Markus’ leg, hiking up his pants up to the thigh. As he examined it, intense as any jeweler examining a rare diamond, he hooked the back of a nearby stool with his foot and pulled it over, resting the leg on it. Markus neither struggled nor visually reacted; just kept stringently doing his paperwork like nothing was going on.

When Connor pulled out a collapsible creeper seat and rolled under Markus’ leg as if he were a mechanic working on a car, Simon went from passive observer to concernedly going around the desk to see what all the RK800 was doing.

“H-hey wait a second! Connor - it’s a pretty serious wound, maybe we should let the professionals handle it!”

Connor rolled slightly from under Markus with a large drill in his hand and an unimpressed look on his face. Surprisingly, Simon was not reassured by this in the slightest. “I assure you Simon that I am fully equipped with the latest caretaking protocols now could you please pass me that monkey wrench.”

“What seriously- UHH! I mean...” Realizing how insulting that sounded, Simon hurried to hand Connor the tool, clearing his throat. “I didn’t realize you had such uh...versatile programing.”

“It’s the same base code used in mine, actually,” Markus added, using his free hand to pat Connor’s soothingly when he heard him grumbling things like “I can do more than kill things” and “No one has been irreparably maimed in my Knitting Circle”. Damn right honey, Markus thought, Greta and Patrica have had nothing but nice things to say about you’re wool socks.

“Oh riiiiiight. You two are from the same model line, I…” Markus could practically Jedi Sense Simon about to say ‘I forget that sometimes’, so he looked up at the PL600 and shook his head firmly with glaring eyes. Simon, sheepish, held up his hands placatingly and held his tongue.

“The code...has been streamlined to cater more towards field and emergency repairs,” Connor admitted reluctantly, but then quickly added, “but combined with my own personal research outside of my programming, it is no less effective.”

Eager to keep his foot out of his mouth, Simon merely nodded in agreement. He couldn’t, however, keep the growing alarm showing from his face as Connor pulled more and more absurd tools out of his box (the electric saw was particularly disconcerting), and started contorting around Markus so that he wasn’t interfering with his work in ways that at first, seemed normal, but were steadily becoming more on par with a cirque du soleil act. That alarm changed into bewilderment when he tilted Markus’ chair back, put a car jack under his desk so that it tilted forward at the perfect writing level, put a pillow behind his head and a fizzy thirium drink (complete with a fun crazy straw) in his mouth. His standard office setup now suddenly a mini spa.

When Connor started working a polisher to his knee Markus practically melted back into the chair. Oh that sneaky bastard. He knew Markus wouldn’t be able to get anything done by administering the android equivalent of a deep tissue massage.

Bewilderment now firmly settled on amusement, and thoroughly reassured that his friend/boss was in good hands, Simon started to take his leave. “Alright, I’ll leave you to it Connor. If you need back up to make sure this guy takes it easy we’re all on stand by.”

Connor nodded. “I will escort him home for further recuperation as soon as I have finalized his repairs.”

Markus, eyes closed as he happily sipped at his Particle-Colada, grunted in response to Simon’s farewell. He was a little annoyed that everyone was treating him like a toddler over his small injury, and a little more annoyed that Simon had felt the need to hover around Connor, as if he were bracing for the RK800 to do something violent, before trusting his good intentions. Granted, Markus (begrudgingly) could admit that Connor’s methods certainly weren’t...standard caretaker protocols, and that his bedside manner was well...much like the android himself; aggressive, confusing, and, most importantly, well-meaning.

“‘Can’t go home,” Markus murmured around his straw, very convincingly and not at all like he was about to ascend to a higher plane. “Still got work to do.”

“Hmm. Do you now?” With a fond, humoring, smile, Connor cranked up the power on the polisher. Markus swore his soul was straight vibin’.

Yea, actually. Maybe work could wait till tomorrow.

#Detroit Become Human #Markus/Connor #RK1000 #conkus #emiliaf25 ask reply #RK1K #Dr. Connor Medicine Woman #Connor and Markus both have caretaker protocols

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splendidly-secret-sick-fics · 4 years ago

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I’m Fine: An AtsuHina fic (Part 2)

Here it is!! Part 2 of my AtsuHina fic.

I’m sorry it took so long. I had a really hard time figuring out exactly what I wanted to happen and how I wanted to characterize them. I think Hinata ended up being pretty ooc, but I’m like okay with it? I kinda hc that when he gets older, he calms down a lot and becomes like a very comforting person to be around. Like he’s still kinda goofy, but it’s more ~refined~ if you will.

If you missed my most recent post, I’m going to start trying to shorten these fics a bit! I really enjoy writing these, but they’re also very very tiring lol.

Anyway!! Without further ado...

I’m Fine: An AtsuHina fic (part 2)

Part 1

Pairing: Sick Atsumu, caretaker Hinata

Word Count: 2,644 (!!!)

Trigger Warnings: vomiting, swearing (?)

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“—umu. Babe, please wake up.”

A voice cut through Atsumu’s brain and groaned. His mouth tasted terrible and it was about 900 degrees wherever he was right now. All in all, he’s never felt worse.

“Tsumu, please. Come on.” A hand tapped his face and he swatted it away with a groan.

“Okay, that was something. Open your eyes now for me, baby.” His cheek was pinched. He scrunched his nose and squeezed his eyes open. The light burned his eyes, but when he looked up, he was met with the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The most fantastic gift he could have received during this incredibly trying time in his life.

“Shoyo?” he whimpered, his bottom lip quivering. Shoyo smiled at him and it was so beautiful and amazing and Atsumu felt so relieved because he wasn’t alone anymore.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m here.” Shoyo rubbed his hand up and down Atsumu’s arm. Atsumu bit his lip and tried to sit up. Shoyo was right there, gently pulling Atsumu up and into his arms. Atsumu grabbed on with what little strength he had.

“Yer home?” he cried. Shoyo smelled like airport and it didn’t help his nausea at all. It didn’t matter though because he was home. And he was holding Atsumu and maybe things would be okay now.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m here. I’m sorry I’m late,” Shoyo reassured. Atsumu’s bottom lip quivered and his eyes water. A sob escaped before he could stop it. Shoyo’s arms around him tightened and that was all it took for the floodgates to open. Tears rolled down Atsumu’s flushed cheeks and he cried pathetically into Shoyo’s chest.

“Pl’se don’ leave me. ‘M s’ry,” He gripped Shoyo’s shirt tightly.

“I’m not. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

Time passed slowly and Atsumu wasn’t sure how long he cried and clawed at Shoyo, begging him not to leave. Eventually though, he calmed down enough to realize that his stomach was still rolling.

“So you’re not feeling very good, huh, Tsumu?” Shoyo asked and planted a kiss on the top of Atsumu’s head. He shook his head.

“When did you get home?” he asked. Not that he even knew what time it was anyway.

Shoyo hummed, “not that long ago. I rushed home from the airport. Samu and Rin blew up my phone as soon as I landed.” Atsumu scrunched his face.

“Why would they do that?”

“Are you serious?” Shoyo snorted. “You texted them incoherently at two in the morning. They said something about how you were dying and never wanted to eat or see the light of day ever again. You scared them,” he paused, “scared me, too.” He added, quieter. Atsumu felt him rest his cheek on the top of his head.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. When did he text them all of that? There was absolutely no memory of those texts being sent anywhere in his brain.

“S’okay,” Shoyo said. They fell into a comfortable silence.

“Can you tell me how long you’ve been in the bathroom?” Shoyo asked eventually.

Atsumu shook his head again, because no, honestly he couldn’t.

“Las’ thing I ‘member clearly is Samu and Suna bein’ here.” Shoyo exhaled slowly.

“That long, huh? Have you thrown up a lot?”

At that, Atsumu nodded his head vigorously, because yes, if there’s anything he knows about the past 24 hours, it’s that he’s spent a lot of them crying and puking.

“Have you eaten anything? Anything to drink? Any meds?”

A hesitant shake of the head.

“Okay. Well let’s start with that, yeah? Then we’ll try and get your fever down.” Shoyo patted Astumu’s back and made to get up.

No no no. Atsumu didn’t want anything in his body. Just the thought of it brought back the nausea to a level that made him squirm.

“Please no,” he whimpered. Shoyo was standing, stretching his arms above his head.

“I’m sorry, babe. Gotta get that fever down and get some liquids in you. You’re probably really dehydrated. You don’t want to go to the hospital right?” Shoyo peered down at him, an eyebrow raised.

Well, no. He didn’t want that.

“Don’ wanna throw up.” Atsumu pouted.

“I know,” Shoyo rubbed his head, “but don’t worry, I’ll be here.”

And thank god Shoyo was there.

Not even an hour later, Atsumu was hunched over a bowl on the couch, heaving and bawling.

Shoyo made him drink a sports drink and take some fever reducers. He was in the clear for a little while, so they decided to chance some soup. When it looked like he was okay, Shoyo decided to take a shower and wash the nasty airport stank off of himself.

By the time he got out, Atsumu was sobbing in a puddle of his own vomit. From there, the situation only spiraled into disaster.

Atsumu, now clean of his own puke, but quickly sweating through his new clothes, whimpered pitifully as he heaved.

“Tsumu, you have to calm down. You’re making it worse,” Shoyo soothed, rubbing up and down Atsumu’s back.

“I don’ wanna,” he coughed, “puke ‘a’ymore.” He punctuated his statement with a wet belch, as if the universe wanted to mock him.

The room was spinning and he wanted everything to stop. He felt so out of control of his own body. He was sticky and gross and it was so freaking hot.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, please calm down, Atsumu,” Shoyo tried. Atsumu heard the shake in his voice and he wanted to tell him it was okay and that he was fine and that he was sorry and get his shit together so he didn’t cause his jet-lagged boyfriend any more grief, but he simply could not do that.

Instead, he gagged and choked on a small stream of bile. Everything hurt. His toes, his head, his limbs, his throat, especially.

He breathed heavily over the bowl and hoped to god he was done. At least for now.

Shoyo patted his face with a damp and blissfully cold wash cloth. Atsumu glanced at Shoyo’s scrunched face and sighed.

“‘M s’ry ya had t’ come home t’ this, Sho.” Atsumu felt utterly pathetic. He wanted to welcome Shoyo home with a nice dinner and a relaxing night in, and instead here he was taking care of Atsumu.

Of course, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t grateful. There was no way in hell he would have lasted another night on his own.

“It’s alright, baby. I really don’t mind. I just wish you weren’t feeling so bad,” Shoyo frowned. Atsumu weakly reached up to hold his hand.

“Thank ya,” he slurred around the disgusting-ness he felt in his mouth. Shoyo’s mouth quirked up minutely.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” He asked, stroking Atsumu’s sweaty hair back with his free hand.

Atsumu nodded, “I w’nna change again. ‘M sticky.” Shoyo hummed in affirmation and stood up.

“I’ll be right back then. I’m gonna take the bowl and rinse it out. You’ll be okay for a few minutes?” He looked skeptical. Atsumu nodded. Leaving a quick peck on Atsumu’s sweaty forehead, Shoyo bounced out of the room. His stomach had been eerily calm for a few minutes now, so he took the chance to relax some and slumped back on the couch. He brought an arm up to rest over his eyes.

Why was this even happening? It was pure misery. If he could sleep it off, he would, but he was too afraid of getting sick while sleeping.

Sensing his anxiety, his stomach cramped. He groaned, placing a hand on his angry belly. His eyes stung. How many times has he cried in the past 24 hours? It didn’t really matter, he supposed, and let the tears roll down his face.

Quite abruptly, a regrettably familiar pressure in his chest returned and Atsumu sat up.

He was going to puke. And Shoyo wasn’t back. He couldn’t move. Should he call for him? No. No he didn’t want to open his mouth. It was fine. He was fine.

His throat constricted and he swallowed hard, bringing his knees under him on the couch. The blanket on his lap twisted around his legs, which only made him more uncomfortable. Using one hand to support his weight, he leaned over the couch. At least he could try and minimize the damage by puking on the hardwood instead of the upholstery if Shoyo didn’t make it back in time.

His head hung limply over the side of the couch. Spit collected in his mouth and he tried to swallow it down, but that only made him gag, so he dropped his jaw and let it dribble out of his mouth. His sense of shame disappeared hours ago.

His chest jolted with a hiccup that scratched his throat and he whimpered. Was Shoyo back yet? He would be fine until he came back, right?

A painful stomach cramp answered that for him. It told him no you won’t be. And with that, he gave up.

A few airy burps passed through his open lips and his stomach gurgled. Please no more please I don’t want it. But he had no more energy to fight it.

He coughed a few times and his throat gurgled. With another cough, he wretched and a painful mixture of (mostly) bile and soup spilled from his mouth and onto the floor.

Atsumu let out a broken sob before he pitched forward and vomited up more of the disgusting mixture.

“Atsumu!” Shoyo reentered the room at that moment and Atsumu lifted his head.

“Shoyo,” he choked before he dry heaved towards the ground again. Shoyo sat beside him and brushed back his hair. The bowl appeared in front of him again.

“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry. I tried to hurry.” Atsumu shook his head. He forced down another heave. He was empty. Physically and mentally.

“ I don’t..I don’t feel good at all,” he cried, his voice trembling right along with the rest of his body.

“I know,” Shoyo sighed, “I know. I’m sorry.” He wrapped an arm around Atsumu’s shoulders and rested a cheek on his sweaty back.

“Are you done, ya think? For now?”

Atsumu nodded and Shoyo guided him back to lean back on the couch. He readjusted the blanket, much to Atsumu’s appreciation and handed him a water bottle.

“Here. Rinse out your mouth.” Atsumu took it hesitantly and swished the water in his mouth before spitting it in the newly cleaned bowl.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice quiet and raspy. Shoyo shook his head.

“Don’t worry, okay? Stop apologizing. You can’t help it.” Shoyo pet his head and smiled at him sadly. “I’m going to clean this up and then I’ll help you change, okay?”

Atsumu nodded and closed his eyes. He felt himself drifting off and as much as he would love to sleep, he was still too scared. He really hated waking up all of last night to himself already puking and really didn’t want to relive it. Every time he felt himself pulled into sleep, his anxiety woke him back up.

“Atsumu, here. Let me help you change,” Shoyo whispered sometime later. Atsumu opened his eyes to find the floor clean and Shoyo sitting in front of him again. In his lap was one of Atsumu’s favorite t-shirts, and a pair of athletic shorts. He nodded.

Together they got Atsumu into less sticky clothes and lying back down on the couch. The bowl was within arm’s reach, mocking him silently.

“Wanna watch a movie?” Shoyo asked. Atsumu nodded.

“Do you care what?” He shook his head. Shoyo exhaled and pulled his lips together tightly.

Shoyo put in some movie that Atsumu was sure he wouldn’t pay a lick of attention to, even if he wanted to. His stomach was still giving him fits and his head hurt and he was hot and then cold and dizzy and absolutely not fine at all.

“Ready to try some water?” Shoyo asked. He lifted up Atsumu’s feet and sat underneath them. Atsumu’s lip curled and he glared at the water bottle in Shoyo’s hand. He shook his head.

“Okay. Later then.” Shoyo put the bottle on the table. The movie played in the background, but otherwise it was silent. Atsumu tried to ignore how terrible he felt and focus on the movie, but it was increasingly difficult.

“You’re so quiet,” Shoyo sighed at one point, “s’weird,” he forced a chuckle. Atsumu’s eyes lazily slid to look at his boyfriend’s cute little profile.

“Mmm,” he responded. Shoyo’s jaw was tense and his shoulders were raised towards his ears. His lips were pursed and he was fiddling with a stray string on the blanket, twirling it between his fingers mindlessly. Atsumu wished he would relax.

Of course, he knew that wasn’t easy for Shoyo. Especially given Atsumu’s current condition. It made Atsumu feel even worse. His frustration with himself increased when his eyes started stinging again.

“Tsumu? Why are you crying?” Shoyo asked, his eyes wide and eyebrows pulled together. Atsumu furrowed his brows and pouted.

“I don’t feel good,” he whined petulantly. Shoyo’s face relaxed and he laughed.

“Well, obviously. But don’t cry. You’ll feel better soon.” He rubbed Atsumu’s shin.

“Well yeah, but ya had to come home to this and I’m sure yer tired and jet-lagged,” he muttered. Shoyo’s mouth pulled up in one corner and his eyes grew soft.

“Listen, any time with you is my favorite time, okay? Sure I’m tired, but it is what it is. Can’t do anything about you being sick other than help you get better right?”

“Well yeah, but—“

“Sit up,” Shoyo commanded. Atsumu gave him a bewildered look, but did as he was told, wiping away his sticky tears.

Shoyo stood up and Atsumu grunted in protest, but his boyfriend walked to stand by his head and shimmied his way behind Atsumu. He leaned against the armrest and opened his arms and gestured for Atsumu to lay back down.

“I don’t wanna get ya sick.” Atsumu turned his head away. Shoyo laughed. A full laugh and it made Atsumu’s heart stutter.

“Tsumu, it’s too late for that. If I’m going to get sick, I’m going to get sick. And you’ll take care of me, right?” He quirked an eyebrow at Atsumu.

“Obviously, but—“

“Then please lay down. Let’s take a nap.”

Atsumu hesitated.

“C’mon babe. I know you’ve been avoiding sleep, even though you're clearly exhausted. Your body will recover faster if you sleep.” Shoyo’s arms were still open and he wiggled his fingers, taunting Atsumu to cuddle into his favorite pillow.

“I don’t wanna throw up in my sleep again,” he trailed off before adding under his breath, “or on you for that matter.”

“Pft,” Shoyo scoffed, “as if I care about a little bit of puke. I’ve puked on myself so many times.” He said it as though it were an accomplishment and Atsumu raised his eyebrows and frowned. Shoyo cackled.

“Tsumu, please. I don’t mind okay? Look. The bowl is right within arms reach. And I’m here alright? You’re not alone anymore. If you throw up in your sleep, I’ll take care of you.”

Atsumu narrowed his eyes at the wing spiker before grumbling protests under his breath as he moved to lay down.

Shoyo’s arms wrapped around Atsumu, one resting on his lower back and the other coming up to play with the ends of his hair. He felt slightly better almost immediately. Yes, his stomach still seemed to hate him and his fever hadn’t broken and he generally felt like death warmed over, but Shoyo was there.

He sighed contentedly and Shoyo’s chest beneath his ear rumbled with laughter.

“Go to sleep, okay? I’ll be here. You’ll be okay.”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine,” he murmured before falling asleep.

#my fics #haikyuu sickfic #atsuhina #sick atsumu #caretaker hinata #vomiting #tw vomiting

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opalmaplehibiscus · 4 years ago

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Leona, this is Romance – Romance, this is Leona

**I’m so sorry it took so long to actually finish this request OTL I really do hope I did it justice since I do happen to like Leona despite him being so petty and jerky**

Leona x Reader HC

· When Leona sees you the first time, he didn’t think much of you other than some entertaining herbivore. After all, it wasn’t every day for him to see someone without magic get into a magic school, none the less NRC. You not knowing anything about Twisted Wonderland, making it funnier

· Although he found you fun to watch, as he often gets bored a lot, he wouldn’t get close to you. He didn’t want to get involved with the chaos that occurs around you. All the nosiness and troublesome things you have to deal with? No thank you, I’m already in a relationship called sleep and I have no plans on breaking up with her yet

· He spends his day like normal, lazing around, taking naps, and skipping classes until his tail gets stepped on. To say that he didn’t appreciate the pain as a way to wake him up was an understatement. Whoever stepped on him was going to die

· Once his eyes met with yours, he would be surprised and curious how you ended up staying in the school, no less, a student

· Maybe you were hiding magic or had it sealed? Those could be a probable reasons to have you enrolled. To test his theory out, he comes closer and sniffs you. But nope, he couldn’t smell even a hint of magic from you

· Once again, his interest in you piqued as he found himself finding a toy to keep him entertained. But first things first, whether you had magic or not, you stepped on his tail. And he can’t let you go just like that

· He was cracking his knuckles, ready to actually punch you, only to stop when Ruggie starts calling for him

· He didn’t appreciate Ruggie interrupting, nor having to let you off. As Ruggie was busy nagging at him for skipping his classes, Leona would replay the events that had happen, recalling the scared look you had on your face. It reminded him of a scared, baby herbivore that was about to be eaten. Cute and entertaining to watch

· As Ruggie and him walked to Leona’s remedial lessons, Leona would be smirking unconsciously causing Ruggie to get the chills and send his condolences to whomever caught Leona’s attention

· When word of you defeating and saving OB Riddle spreads around campus, Leona knew that he needed to stay low from you. After all, if you were able to take on OB Riddle, you weren’t simple as he had initially thought

· Careful, careful, Ruggie be careful, would be the words Leona always gave to Ruggie, before sending him off to the next target. It annoyed him how careful he had to be, more than what he had originally thought, but if rumors about you were true, it would mean he would need to be extremely careful

· You were sharp and clever as it was obviously seen with how you were able to create a plan on spot to take down OB Riddle. And like hell is he letting you ruin his plan

· When his plans crumble right before his eyes, he wasn’t happy but not surprised that it was you who did it. You were too observant to the point there wasn’t a chance for him to get away with it. Especially if it was true that Ruggie had shown you his unique magic before the plan even started.

· After obing, he was ready to face the full consequence. Not you interfering, letting not just him but the whole Savanaclaw to play in the magift tournament

· He initially thought it was going to be out of pity, and like hell was he going to accept that. He may have lost 90% of his pride, but he still has 10% of it left. And yeah, no, he’s not about to get that taken away from him

· But after hearing how it was for the victims to get their revenge, he couldn’t hold back his laugh. No matter what, in the end you would always find a way to surprise him – something he started seeing as charming and attractive

· When you got knocked out from Grim’s attack – which was like, really? Really? You can’t even control magic but you still tried doing that? Dumb cat – he was the one to pick you up and bring you to the infirmary as Ace, Deuce, and Jack were panicking over you while lecturing Grim in the same time

· He will never admit it that he was worried for you at the time. He just felt annoyed and frustrated how the 1st years didn’t even use common sense to take you to the infirmary. Seriously, he swears, every year, the newbies come in with one less braincell than the previous year

· When you woke up and ask about Savanaclaw, all Leona could was huff at your question, not being able to understand why you cared about his dorm so much. It was as if you actually cared for him and his wellbeing, something he never felt or experienced before in his life

· When he sees you smile and laugh while watching Cheka fooled around with him, he doesn’t know why, but he starts feeling embarrassed. Annoyed was his usual feeling, but embarrassment? Never heard of it until now. It doesn’t help when his heart starts feeling warm when Cheka went over to you and talked with you with his precious bratty smile

· During Chapter 3, after hearing that you were kicked out of your own dorm, the unfamiliar feeling of concern enters him, making him feel frustrated and conflicted. He didn’t want to deal with your problem, because…well.. It’s not his problem and it’ll probably be too troublesome. On the other hand… okay, he might’ve developed a soft spot for you, which would probably be the reason why he wants to help you

· Either way, for the first time in his life, he wasn’t sure what to do so decided to let fate decide the course of things except with a challenge that was obviously suppose to favor him not helping you. Because as always, he doesn’t like to bother himself with troublesome things. Just let him stay lazy, stop bothering him dang it

· To put it bluntly, he lost. And boy oh boy did he had a hard time sleeping in the same room as you during the next 2 days. He didn’t really notice at first, yet as soon as he caught himself covering you back up with a blanket, he found himself actually mothering you. What the hell

· It’s just, well, because seeing you sleep while shivering annoyed him. So was removing Grim off your stomach. It looked way to cringy. Yeah. Yeah. That was it. Totally

· During that time, Ruggie continued to give Leona a knowing look, snickering whenever Leona had his eyes trained on you, though subconsciously.

· Leona: What’s with that look? Ruggie: Nothing~ Nothing~ shishishi. By the way, aren’t you looking at the freshman too much? *Sound of a glass cup cracking* Leona: You said something? Ruggie: …No

· When you were able to reveal the weaknesses to Azul’s contract, it reminds him that despite your herbivore-exterior, you still had the mind of a predator. Something he finds himself appreciating

· One thing led to another, and he finds himself facing off with an OB Azul. Leona questions himself as to why he was there in the first place but when the memory of you threatening him into helping came up, he remembered why. Yes, he also wanted to get rid of the contract he made with Azul and maybe, maybe, egg that octopus-bastard (which he had fun by the way. It was his first time ever seeing Azul desperate and to say he didn’t enjoy it would be lie). Now, he regrets it to a T

· When you thank him for the help though, Leona brain froze for a second. To be thanked by you, felt weird. For some reason, it made him feel warm – as if everything he had just put up with was worth it. But after feeling a certain someone’s stare, he ended up smirking, saying it was obvious that you should be thanking him

· Winter break roles in, and he finds himself continuing to think about you. He would chuckle to himself time to time, freaking Farena, Cheka, and Cheka’s mom out as he found it endearing and amusing that you always manage to find a way to either surprise or amuse him

· All of those feelings disappeared though when he suddenly gets a phone call from Ruggie while he was in a middle of trying to run away from Cheka

· Dread fills his mind as he watches the whole Magicam live from start to finish. Soon he’s filled with anger, directed towards a certain snake, when he sees you get kicked to the ends of the desert

· He only gets angrier when he realizes that he can’t come and help you this time. He’s stuck at palace and if he leaves, Cheka would most likely throw a tantrum leading to more headaches

· He couldn’t understand why in the world you care about others so much. It doesn’t matter whether it was because of your good will or the fact that you simply can’t help it. If it’s going to put your life in danger, why do it from the start? What if you actually get hurt?

· The more Leona thought about it, the more frustrated he got. He tried to calm himself, reminding himself how you weren’t dumb like most of the freshies but actually smart. You’ll be able to solve this and somehow get of the situation at hand

· When he came back from break, he didn’t greet you with his signature smirk or his neutral expression. Leona was glaring at you, to the point he could see you shiver from fear. Ruggie was on the side, trying to get him to calm down yet it only annoyed him more. He wanted to at least punch you once for acting like an idiot and getting yourself in danger

· After 5 minutes, he ended up calming himself and walk towards the dorm, calling you an idiot before he left

· He wouldn’t talk to you until he was forced to participate in the Fairy Gala. During the time off, he would try to figure out why he was so angry at you. Even he knew that he was behaving strange, but for what reason?

· You were weak, fragile, and an herbivore. You can’t even use magic. Yet you always manage to surprise him, making school life interesting with your antics. Cause underneath that “weakling” cover, you were observant, clever, intelligent, always looking cute when you were able to discover hint or clue. When you explain how were you able to reach your accurate conclusions, it showed you were a force to be reckoned despite your exterior. And that just made you all more cha- ah

· Midway through his thoughts, Leona paused as he realized he was complimenting you in his head. His dictionary usually doesn’t have such things like compliments. And all he could think after realizing this was – Oh. Oh…F***

· During Fairy Gala, he continued to curse Vil in his head for insulting him in front of you. It’s already bad that he got spanked – spanked what the crap. He’s a prince and he was spanked – but to be insulted about walking? And in front of you? This is the worst

· He could see Ruggie trying to not laugh in the corner of his eyes. And like hell he’ll let the hyena off. Just you wait Ruggie, once this whole thing is over, you’ll regret ever enjoying my pain

· When he sees you in your Fairy Gala attire, he did his best trying not to blush or saying something nice. It was taking all of his self-control not to take you right there especially when you were looking adorable

· He enjoyed getting praised by you though, as he saw you turn apple red at his appearance and tell him he looked good despite the ridiculous make up Vil made him put on and the cape that seemed to resemble a blanket (he knows that Crewel and Vil were shading him but he’ll let it go for now since it helped him get to see a side of you he never knew you had)

· When he was heading back to his spot after walking the run away, he didn’t expect to see you and Ruggie nearly getting caught by the fairies. Panic entered Leona’s head as he realized that the two of you were hit by the sprinkler, washing off the fairy dust

· Quickly, he grabbed the fairies’ attention, trying to give you both the chance to escape. After all, it would be annoying if the magic stone didn’t make it back to campus and put all his hard work in vain. Does anyone know how painful it was to walk with a vase on your shoulders and head?

· Once everyone was able to sneak out of the garden, Leona wanted to rip Ruggie a new one for nearly getting caught. But when you praised everyone for doing a good job on making the plan successful, he dropped it as he opted to hear more praises from you

· As everyone was heading back to their own dorms, Leona walks with you to the hall of mirrors, listening to you as you talked about how you enjoyed attending the gala despite being there only for a day. The way you were speaking with pure joy and bliss, smiling while Grim chirped in here and there made him smirk, but with an edge of softness and endearment though you wouldn’t notice

· Once the two of you reached the hall of mirrors, right before you enter the mirror Leona suddenly grabs your arm and spun you around

· You were tense when your eyes met his, feeling overwhelmed from how Leona’s eyes seemed to be glowing with some sort of passion

· And without hesitation he kisses your lips firmly yet softly for what seemed to be eternity before he lets go of you and heads to his dorm

· When he sees Ruggie standing in front of the dorm entrance, snickering after seeing the whole thing, Leona scowled

· Ruggie: Wow, Leona-san. Who would’ve thought that you could blush like that? Shishishi~ Leona: I could make you turn red, but for a whole different reason if you want Ruggie: Kidding, kidding~ Shishishi

· That night Leona had the best sleep, feeling satisfied and actually…happy for once. He didn’t regret anything one bit. You may be smart, but he was smarter to the point he knew what you were going to do and say

· All his thoughts were confirmed as he saw you at the entrance of Savanaclaw’s dorm, smirking as you turned towards him with a blush while Grim was growling on the side with Jack, Ace, and Deuce

· For the first time in his life, he felt happy. And only became happier when you walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek with a muttered “Good morning” before walking with to main campus as the 1st year crew and Grim were screaming “No” in despair

#twisted wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #might continue this #hc #headcanon #request

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black-streak · 5 years ago

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Saturday Night's Alright for Fighting (but Sundays are meant for rest) - The Beginning

Part 1

So I came up with this partially fleshed out idea on discord and decided to try writing a prequel of sorts to my HCs? Anyways, Mari is like 20ish and Tim is around 25 here. Pre-relationship.

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Marinette would forever be grateful that she had memorized the layout of the manor back in her first few visits. Otherwise she would have been absolutely lost by now; her sleep addled mind unwilling to give a single thought as to where she was walking. The only thought she could process was a cry for coffee whispering like a mantra through the back of her mind.

Turning a seemingly random corner, she found herself in the side kitchen standing in front of the coffee maker, already holding a fresh pot of the heavenly smelling life elixir. Okay, that's a bit dramatic, but whatever, it's 3 am and she's entitled to her theatrics.

Pouring a cup into her favorite mug, having had it appear before her despite not recalling retrieving it, she held it close and made way to the sit-in table, slumping down into the closest seat.

It took about 10 minutes and half her mug down to realise she wasn't alone in the room. Turning her head slightly, she spotted Tim typing away at his laptop, his own mug just to the right of her arm.

'When the hell did he get there?' She couldn't remember hearing any footsteps or the coffee pot pouring but then… she also didn't remember turning it on…. 'He's been here the whole time, hasn't he?'

Turning back towards her own, she finished off the cup and got up to retrieve the pot, moving over to fill both of their mugs before returning it to its holder only to drop back into her seat beside him, leaning closer to see what he was working on.

"Thanks."

Jumping slightly, she just blinked at him for a moment, then gave a slight nod.

"Couldn't sleep?" Tim glanced at her, inquiry quiet and half incoherent in its murmur.

Humming softly she considered before truthfully admitting, "Rarely can."

"Damian asleep then?"

"Probably."

"You're not sure?"

"Didn't want to check his room and bother him if he was. Plus, he'd be cranky if I woke him for no reason."

That seemed to catch Tim's attention for whatever reason, because he turned his eyes off the document to look at her fully now.

"You don't sleep in his room?"

"Nah. I tend to cuddle in my sleep and he can't stand being confined like that. Puts him on edge, I think."

That only prompted an even more perplexed look from him. Unable to process that with so little sleep, she turned back to looking over his shoulder, trying to read what Tim was working on. Giving up, she looked back up to him.

"Whatcha working on?"

"Eh, just some last minute paperwork for a new deal WE is suppose to be negotiating next week."

"... At 3am?"

"You judging me," he asked, lifting one eyebrow slightly in amusement at the hypocrisy.

"You said the deal is for next week."

"It is. But if I get it done now, it's one less thing to stress over at the last second."

"But if you read it on a sleep deprived mind, you're less likely to recall anything you typed up. Meaning you'll have to reread it…. And depending on how dead tired you are, might have to rewrite it. Who knows what sleepy you thinks makes a good deal?"

"Hey! Sleepy me is perfectly capable of working without my brain's input."

Leaning over the counter to rest on her crossed arms, Mari tilted her head slightly to pout up at him.

"Yes but perhaps it'd be best to do so tomorrow and get your brain's input at the same time to save time? Come on, just put on a video or something mindless. I'll keep you company."

Her logic was sound. There was no argument Tim could give that would actually work in his favor on the matter, but hearing a slight sigh of defeat still gave her an immense sense of victory. Peering over at her, he decided turnaround was fair.

"Alright… but if we're not going to work, you should be trying to sleep. Im cutting you off." He said, pulling her mug out of her reach only to find it empty. Sighing, he moved to set it in the sink only to see her take up his own, carrying it over as well.

"In that case, so should you," she smirked, washing out both mugs and setting them to dry before taking up his laptop, grabbing his wrist, and tugging him towards the living room.

'How did I not see that coming? That was the obvious outcome… when Was the last time I slept,' Tim wondered, not really paying mind to Mari as she situated them both on the couch, turning the screen to face them both from the coffee table, youtube pulled up and a vine compilation being queued up to play.

…..

Half an hour later, the two were passing jokes back and forth, sleepy giggles and references whispered into the dark room, laptop forgotten and asleep before them, both too out of it to think of moving back to their rooms. Only to be broken up by a mewling yawn, Mari slumping further down, sleep finally pulling at her.

It didn't quite hit Tim that something about the situation was slightly off till Marinette curled into him from where he slouched into the corner of the couch, head dropping onto his chest.

Ah, Fuck. Damian was going to kill him.

Nudging her slightly till she hummed to him, he tried to gently wake her back up fully.

"Mari, shouldn't you go back to your room now?"

It had the opposite effect.

Mari sprung up, eyes wide, blush flushing up her cheeks, seemingly not having realized she had been cuddling up to him till just then.

"I am so sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable! I keep forgetting you guys like warning beforehand. Either way I should have asked if you minded though. That was so invasive of me and the last thing I want is to invade your space when it's not warranted or wanted. I promise it won't happen again Tim, I'm so sorry."

Finally stopping to take a deep breath from her rambling, Tim jumped in, panicking to think he was causing her distress.

"No no, Marinette, it's fine! You're a very tactile person and frankly I don't mind it. I just know Damian wouldn't like finding you cuddling up to me, or anyone for that matter, especially in the middle of the night when he thought you were in your room, that's all."

That seemed to stop her in her tracks. Settling back down, she fixed him with a thrown look.

"I mean… I know Dami can be protective at times, but I don't think he'd be that upset by it. Maybe a touch put off, but I think he'd tease me more than anything?"

Now he was thrown for a loop. This went against everything he knew about his little brother… that could only mean bad things.

"... Really."

"Yeah, as I said, he knows I'm a cuddly person when I'm tired. Plus, your his brother. At least he knows and trusts you. He'd just make fun of me for being so clingy. Sorry again about that by the way."

Narrowing his eyes, Tim couldn't see a hint that she was lying, but still he had to push to be sure. The last thing he needed was Damian to feel like his position was being threatened. That's what sparked their rivalry the first time after all.

"Hmm... I took Damian to be the possessive type. Especially over someone he was seeing. Trust me, Mari, he's not going to like his girlfriend cuddling anyone. Especially not me."

"Holy Tikki, what?!"

"Tikki?"

" You think… you think Dami and I are dating?!?!"

"Be quiet, you're going to wake someone up!" He rushed out, trying to cover her mouth, only for her to evade, eyes blown wide with shock but still aware enough to dodge his grip.

"No, hold up. You seriously thought we were together?" She spoke in a startled tone, grabbing at his hands to make him stop reaching at her face and concentrate on her words.

Finally giving up on keeping her quiet, Tim actually started processing her words.

"You're… not?"

"No! Of course not! Did he say we were?"

"Well no but… I just assumed. He doesn't like anyone and yet acts like your his personal sunshine."

Giggling, she shook her head, settling back into the couch at his side.

"Yeah, that's only in front of others. Says no one needs to know what a chaotic being I am. His words not mine."

"Oh. So you guys really aren't..?"

"Nope," she chuckled, popping the p, slowly curling back into his side.

Stopping abruptly, she pulled back a bit and glanced up to him, blush dusting the top of her freckled cheeks.

"Is.. Is this okay?"

Now assured that he wouldn't be promptly attacked just for letting Marinette near him, he couldn't see why not. Plus, she obviously took comfort in it and needed sleep. Who knows if she'll find any alone in her room. Wrapping an arm around her and tugging her slowly down, he nodded.

"I already told you I don't mind. Plus, your warm."

Humming her thanks, she burrowed herself under his chin and promptly passed out, Tim following only moments after.

…..

Tim woke up late in the morning, having slid down the cushion and twisted up his limbs with Marinette's who was still half on top of him. By some stroke of luck, they hadn't been disturbed by anyone thus yet. (Dick had already passed through and took a picture to send to the group chat. Who knew the way to make Tim sleep was to pass out on top of him?) Feeling her shift, he looked down to see bleary blue eyes blinking back at him from under messy bangs. A small smile lit her lips and she moved up giving a light kiss to the underside of his jaw, before slowly getting up.

"Thanks Tim. Probably the best sleep I've had in a long time. We should nap sometime…. Maybe watch a movie first," she suggested, flushing but sending a coy, eager look his way.

Nodding, he could only think one thing.

'Welp. She's going to be the death of me."

#timari #timinette #dc x mlb #maribat

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farcry5selizabethdewitt · 6 years ago

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The AU only I’ll appreciate...(Part 1)

Elizabeth adopting the Seed brothers and raising them as her own would include:

Moving to Paris, France

The Seeds are now French/(Americans)

They have dual citizenship in France and America

Moving back to Rome, Georgia (For Summers)

Exotic vacations

Homecooked meals every day, a mother’s love, a healthy family demographic, and catering to the Seed Brother’s whims. (because they’re precious an innocent rolls!!!!)

A hormonal teenage Jacob has pictures of Elizabeth instead of Nudy Magazines

Jacob developing a crush on Liz

Jacob refusing to call Elizabeth Mommy, Mamma, Mom, Mother, or Ma. While John and Joseph call her Mommy and Mamma.

Joseph and John are Liz’s precious cinnamon rolls/they’re her Little Princes

The boys grow up learning how to be gentlemen

Jacob turning 18 and confessing his feelings to Elizabeth

Jacob has developed a full-on Oedipal complex

Jacob joins the American Army at 21 and lost virginity to Elizabeth a year before going to basic training

Joseph doesn’t know what transpired between Jacob & Elizabeth before he moved back to Rome, Georgia to start a small cupcake business; that’s how he met his wife.

John attends Columbia University to pursue a career in Law

Jacob comes home from war and is now homeless//too mentally unstable to go back home to the woman he loves and his brothers.

Joseph loses his wife in a car accident and the only reason he stopped himself from killing his infant daughter was John and Elizabeth’s support and love.

Joseph moving back to Paris, France with his infant daughter and living at his mother’s large multiroom apartment (with a view)/His Childhood Home

Jacob being found by Elizabeth at some point in Rome, Georgia.

She tries to piece him back together herself after the demons he brought home from the war consumed him.

His feelings for her come back full force the second he tastes her cooking. (like in Ratatouille, that scene with Ego) The light is brought back to his eyes.

Reminds himself he’s a grown man, 40 years of age and Elizabeth hasn’t aged past 24, so really he feels like this could work.

He tries to charm and romance her the best he can, even in his broken state, with the knowledge she equipped him with as a younger man. Says things like “I haven’t felt the touch of a woman in many moons.” which always gets her blushing and laughing. (And a little horny)

Elizabeth inevitably gives in to her own desires and falls in love with him. They’re married by the time they move back to France.

Joseph traumatized by his older brother marrying the person who is essentially their mother.

Lots of drama

Jacob Seed wearing a gold wedding band//He’d scrounged up the money to buy Elizabeth a small wedding ring back in Georgia. She says it’s the best piece of jewelry she’s ever owned and NEVER takes it off.

Joseph trying to dictate the whole situation like the only rational sain person in the house, all while Jacob has a beer in the kitchen and watches in silence as Joseph rambles on about incest and Lust.

John comes home//He came back to Paris as a Defense Attorney hired by an American man on trial in France. It’s a very high profile case.

John can’t process the whole Jacob x Elizabeth, he’s like an old mac computer (John Exe. has stopped working)

he’s fully convinced Jacob has a Mommy Kink but in reality, it’s Elizabeth who has a Daddy Kink.

Jacob is just happy to claim the woman he's coveted throughout his (young) adult life.

Jacob works at St. Peter’s Paw Pals; An animal rehabilitation hospital that caters to dogs trained for war.

He adopts an emotional support dog named Mephistopheles

Mephistopheles and Jacob both support each other emotionally; plus, when Elizabeth conceives, he trusts his buddy to act as a guard dog. To protect their newborn.

John is still a THOT. He wears a speedo to the beach, blends in nicely in Europe, he loves European women. (And Nude Beaches)

Things are weird between Joseph and Jacob for a while

Doesn’t help that Joseph’s baby’s new favorite word is “YES” (Guess who kept saying “Yes! Yes! Yes!” over her crib?)

John learned the power of “YES” from a Shaolin monk who told him to be open to new experiences. That’s why John is the only brother who continues to travel seasonally! (very well traveled/he looks for new things to say yes to.)

Jacob and Joseph finally sit down over beer and brotherly bonding to talk things out.

Joseph reveals he’d known about Jacob’s feeling for a while as he caught him and Liz together one night. Which makes Jacob turn red. The more Joseph gives details the more embarrassed Jacob becomes. It’s to the point where Jacob if coughing into his hand, he can only look Joseph in the eyes when he’s done talking.

Jacob doesn’t like to think his brother knew him at a time where he was a young inexperienced man, he’d been trying to start a relationship with her back then.

Jacob had a tendency to act a lot like a Husband and Father, even back then. So he made no effort to hid his feelings for Liz and he should have been more...”quiet” at night.

Jacob just feels like a Dad who found out his son walked in on him while he was screwing around with his mother (He should have locked the door)

Joseph begins to understand Jacob’s point of view and realizes Jacob never saw Elizabeth as: “Mommy” she was always “Elizabeth” to him...or “The Angel who saved us from separation.”

John comes home five minutes later and invites himself into the conversation.

John: “The last thing I ever wanna thinking about is my brother fucking my mother...” is genuinely perturbed.

Jacob: “I’ve always been the glue that’s held this family together. I’ve been our Dad even before the day Joseph made me that Father’s Day card (When Joseph was in elementary school)..I didn’t choose to fall in love with Elizabeth. Just happened...like when I took her virginity.” Clarifies Liz was also a virgin and lost her virginity to him.

“AAAAAAAAH STOP! I DON’T WANNA HEAR! I don’t want to hear this!.....YEAH! sure! sure! You just fell into her vagina!!!”

John is out on the balcony, drunk, screaming about “How could she do this to me?!” Starts throwing a tantrum like a child. Grabs empty beer bottles and throw them off the balcony. Would have thrown furniture too but Jacob restrained him.

John’s tirade fully redirected itself to Jacob, as he weaseled out of his grasp like a greased monkey. “How could she find you attractive!?“

John was lucky Jacob was his brother or else he would have been on the floor in the fetal position with a broken nose.

“You’re a burnt lasagna looking wilderness scout! How could she find your Ginger Ale looking ass more attractive than me? I don’t smell like an outhouse or look like a hobo!” (This was borrowed from @glorygodngore from the post https://glorygodngore.tumblr.com/post/182764270439/you-know-what-one-of-my-favorite-fc5-hcs-is-john )

John just doesn’t like any conceivable idea that Elizabeth would rather be with a wartorn soldier like Jacob than with an eligible bachelor with a disposable income...someone like him.

He might not have as much money as John but Jacob’s testosterone is pretty much the equivalent of Jeff Bezos’ disposable income.

“Women at their peak fertility prefer the smell of men oozing with testosterone. Does that give you some kind of clue as to why Elizabeth’s with me?” He’s implying that some women want a real man.

John starts yelling vulgarities, he eventually gets dizzy/lightheaded and passes out.

The last thing John said before he passed out “You’re not my Dad!”

#Jacob Seed #John Seed #Joseph Seed #AU #Far Cry 5 AU #AU where there's no cult and it's somewhat normal life #elizabeth dewitt #Jacob x Elizabeth

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SOMETIMES PLANES CRASH - chapter 1

He wasn’t stupid, he knew there would be a lot of negative reactions. But he would get to take Bitty on a real date. He would be able to hold his boyfriend’s hand- hell, maybe even kiss his boyfriend- in public. He couldn’t deny he wanted that. Fuck, he wanted that so bad, and now he would get it.

Warnings: I probably swore a few times bc I’m me, outing without consent, violence during hockey games, homophobia, some slurs

A/N: This fic was inspired by this post but I ended up writing a whole fic about the coming out part. The HC from the original post will be in the last chapter (chapter 2 or 3, idk if i’m gonna split those up yet). Anyway, this is my first Check, Please! fic so I hope it’s not too bad. Feedback is always appreciated!

Chapter 1

He did it.

When the Falcs had given Jack the A, a lot of reporters had doubted the decision. After all, he was a rookie with a turbulent past. He thought that all the fuss about his overdose had been over, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. As soon as his captaincy was announced, the same old discussions had started all over again. Could Jack handle this responsibility? Would he fall back into old habits? Was he really worth it?

But Jack wasn’t a scared teenager anymore. Sure, his anxiety was still present as always, but he had it under control. He knew he could handle the responsibility. He knew he was worth it. And tonight, in his first game with the A on his jersey, he proved it by scoring his first NHL hat trick. When he scored his third goal, which gave the Falcs a 4-3 lead, two seconds before the end of the third period, the arena went crazy and they didn’t stop chanting his name for minutes after the final whistle. On the big screen, Jack saw Bad Bob Zimmermann chanting just as loudly as the rest of the fans.

However, in that moment, right after the final whistle, Jack did not give a single fuck about his achievements or his dad. All his attention was focused on the boy next to Bob. Bitty was wearing a Zimmerman jersey and smiling one of those smiles that could make Jack melt on the spot.

He snapped out of his gaze when he felt a hand on his shoulder and Tater whispered in his ear: “I’m understand Zimmboni loves his boyfriend, but maybe eyefucking him on ice is not good idea.”

Jack quickly tore his eyes away from the stands and blushed.

When he looked back a few moments later, Bitty was gone. Probably on his way to the locker room. Jack gave himself a mental pat on the back for inviting Bitty as his guest so he could come see him after the game. Although, admittedly, when he arranged it, he was thinking of having him there as support if he fucked up, he had very different plans now. Maybe they could find an empty storage room somewhere.

‘Maybe’ was a bad word, Jack decided when he arrived at the locker room. Bitty in his jersey never failed to leave Jack all hot and bothered, but that, combined with his flushed cheeks from all the excitement and the way he hugged Jack close, but not close enough was plenty to drive Jack crazy. They had to find an empty storage room somewhere.

They didn’t say a word until Jack had Bitty pinned against the door of some kind of conference room.

“Jack,” Bitty breathed. Jack lost it.

He crashed their lips together and didn’t hesitate before slipping his tongue in Bitty’s mouth, which earned him a soft moan.

Jack didn’t care about the fact that he was still wearing his skates, and had to bend down a lot to kiss his tiny boyfriend – “I am average sized!” – but apparently Bitty did, because he pushed Jack back until the back of his legs hit a chair. Jack got the hint and sat down, and Bittle straddled him before pressing his lips to that spot right below his jaw that made Jack shiver.

“I’m so proud of you, honey,” Bits said against his skin, voice already a bit hoarse.

“Bits,” Jack moaned, but Bitty didn’t stop kissing his neck. He was careful not to leave any marks, but apparently he enjoyed feeling Jack fall apart under his lips.

Jack threw his head back and closed his eyes for a moment, which was why he didn’t notice the door opening. When he opened his eyes, he was faced with one of the reporters and one of the Blackhawks D-men, who were presumably there to do an exclusive interview and were now both staring at him with wide eyes, and a camera.

Bitty noticed that something was wrong and turned to follow Jack’s terrified eyes.

Suddenly, the reporter seemed to realize that he had Jack Zimmermann, NHL star, making out with another man on camera, and his face turned into a wicked grin that made Jack feel more than a little uncomfortable.

“This is going to be the story of the fucking century,” he said, and he turned around to walk away, but not before adding “thanks for the career boost, Zimmermann.”

By the time the door closed, Jack was shaking and starting to have a hard time breathing.

No, Bitty couldn’t see him like this.

When Bitty moved away and left his lap empty, Jack knew this was it. Bitty had finally realized what a pain in the ass being with Jack was. Bitty didn’t deserve this. He deserved a nice life with a nice, mentally stable man who was not an NHL star.

Still, the thought of Bitty leaving made Jack’s eyes sting.

However, to Jack’s surprise, he didn’t leave. He sank to his knees in front of Jack and took his hands.

“Jack? Jack, please, look at me.”

He couldn’t. He could hear the panic in Bitty’s voice, and he didn’t want to see the evidence of how he had so majorly fucked up this beautiful boy’s life. Bitty kept talking anyway.

“I love you, Jack. And I know you can’t say it right now, but I know you love me too, and we’ll get through this. Maybe the footage is blurry and you can just deny the whole thing and-”

“I don’t want to deny it,” Jack said, to both his and Bitty’s surprise, and with that realization, he started to calm down. He didn’t want to deny it. He didn’t know if the video was live or not, but the footage would be on the internet within a few hours.

In a few hours, he would be out.

“Jack… why are you smiling?” Bitty asked carefully.

Jack didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled his boyfriend back into his lap and cupped his face with his large hands.

“Eric Richard Bittle,” Bitty visibly held his breath, “will you go on a date with me?”

Bitty froze for a second, and burst out laughing.

“What?” Jack asked, “What did I do?”

“I’m sorry, honey,” Bitty said as he got himself back together, “for a second I thought you were gonna propose.”

Jack’s breath hitched.

“And… I- I mean,” Bitty stuttered, “not that I wouldn’t say yes, because let’s be real, I would definitely say yes, but-”

“What?”

Bitty froze.

“Oh fuck no I’m sorry honey, forget I said that. Hell, just forget this whole conversation. I’d love to go on a date with you.”

“Bits.” Jack said, and Bitty looked at him with his big eyes, full of embarrassment. “Would you really want to marry me?”

He only asked because he suddenly realized how much he wanted to marry Bitty. Okay, maybe not suddenly. He realized it when he came home to the smell of fresh pie. He realized it when he woke up with Bitty curled into his side. He realized it when he looked at his own parents and saw himself and Bitty in them. But he had never allowed himself to seriously think about it, because Bitty deserved better than being his secret. Now, though, he was not Jack’s secret anymore.

Bitty suddenly looked down to his hands shyly.

“Of course I would. I mean, maybe not now, but someday? Yeah.”

Jack’s heart did not know how to handle that. His brain didn’t either. But there were some things he didn’t need his brain for. He lifted Bitty’s chin and placed the gentlest kiss on his lips.

“I love you,” he said, “and someday sounds good.”

Bitty looked up at him in shock. Was the fact that he was it for Jack really a surprise to him? Damn, Jack needed to up his game if this boy still didn’t realize how much Jack loved him.

“But maybe we should go on that date first, eh?” he added.

Bitty smiled.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

They were quiet for a moment, just content with being in each other’s presence, until Bitty sighed.

“Fuck, Jack, this is going to be awful for a while, isn’t it?”

Jack wanted nothing more than to deny that, but he nodded. Then he got an idea.

“Hey Bits, maybe we should go on that date now?”

Bitty looked at him like he had just told him his mom had eight arms.

“What?”

“You know, I’m inevitably getting outed in a few hours. The video wasn’t live because then your phone would be blowing up right now, but that reporter isn’t going to keep this to himself. So we can just as well go out and enjoy ourselves before the shitstorm starts. Before you realize what I dragged you into.”

Jack averted his eyes to the hands in his lap, suddenly aware of the horrible situation he had put Bitty into again.

But Bitty didn’t let him. He cupped Jack’s face and forced him to look into those big, brown eyes.

“I would love to go on a date with you tonight, Mr. Zimmermann. But you need to shower first. And we need to talk to George. We can’t prevent this from happening, but we can at least give her a head start.”

Jack was still getting more and more amazed by Bitty every day. While Jack was thinking about himself, Bitty was already thinking about the team and the solutions to their situation.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll go shower. Can you- can you maybe talk to George? She loves you and… you know… you’re better at this talking stuff than I am and-”

“Of course, honey. I’ll talk to George. You go take a shower and come to her office when you’re done.”

“Okay. Okay.” Jack said and then he didn’t know what to say anymore, so he pulled Bitty to his chest. “I love you, so much.”

“I love you too, honey,” Bittle whispered in the crook of Jack’s neck, “we’ll get through this.”

“Yeah. We will.”

20 minutes later, Jack walked into George’s office after standing in the hall for a few moments to get himself together.

He loved Bitty. He knew Bitty loved him back. He knew they would get through this, but that didn’t make it any easier. George would inevitably be furious at him for not being more careful.

But when he opened the door, he was greeted by a smiling Bitty and George.

“Jack, there you are!” George greeted him. “Sit down!”

Jack nervously made his way over to the chair next to Bitty and sat down.

“I’m sorry,” he started, but George interrupted him.

“No, Jack. You’re not going to apologize. You have nothing to apologize for. This was an accident and if that reporter decides to share this information with the world, he’s a disgusting pig and I will personally make sure he never writes another word again, understood?”

Bitty smiled at him encouragingly to say see, it’s gonna be okay.

“Okay,” Jack said, “but what now?”

“Well, Eric has told me what happened, and he says you don’t want to deny anything?”

Jack nodded.

“Okay, that’s good. I’d rather kick the asses of anyone who dares to say a negative word about you than see you hide someone who obviously makes you very happy.”

Jack and Bitty both blushed and Jack reached for Bitty’s hand. Bitty squeezed his hand and Jack felt himself relax a little bit.

“So,” George continued, “there’s not much you can do right now. I suggest you take your boy out on that date while me and the team prepare for impact.”

Bitty laughed. “You make it sound like we’re on a plane that’s about to crash.”

George smiled, but Jack had done the media smile enough times to know that George was in fact trying very hard to stay calm.

“Yeah. I suggest you boys have some fun before the plane crashes.”

And fun they had.

They had dinner at a small, low-key restaurant in Providence. Jack would have rather taken Bitty to some kind of fancy restaurant, but since Bitty was still wearing his Zimmermann jersey and Jack had put on his robber outfit instead of his suit, that was not really an option. They’d get a lot more chances to go out and get a fancy dinner anyway, so neither of them really minded.

As they were not used to being able to be affectionate in public, dinner went pretty much the same as any other time they had dinner together. That didn’t make it less fun, though. Jack didn’t think it was possible to not have fun when he was with Bitty. He could listen to him recounting ‘the pie recipe incident’, something that had apparently occurred last week between his mother and his aunt, for hours.

But the real fun started when they were happily walking through the city (hand in hand!) and passed the public ice skating rink.

Bitty was about to walk past it when Jack started pulling him towards the entrance.

“Jack, what are you doing?”

“I just suddenly feel the incredible urge to try out those figure skating moves you taught me. I love you, but my true love will always be the ice, and I feel like I haven’t showed my love enough today,” Jack smirked.

Bitty rolled his eyes. “I don’t even have my skates with me.”

“Me neither, I left them at the arena. We can just rent skates.”

Bitty sighed. “Okay.”

Jack’s face broke into a huge grin and he pulled his boyfriend towards the entrance.

It was already pretty late, and the girl behind the counter looked like she would commit a murder to get out of there, so he told her to keep the change.

Her eyes lit up and she even smiled a little when she said: “Thank you very much. You and your son can pick up your skates over there.”

Jack heard Bitty gasp and he was about to correct the girl, but instead, he turned to his boyfriend and said: “You can wait over here while your daddy picks up the skates, Dicky,” and he burst out laughing when he saw Bitty’s scandalized face.

“Jack Laurent Zimmerman, if you ever say something like that again, I swear I will break up with you.”

The girl then visibly realized her mistake and started apologizing.

Because Jack was still laughing, Bitty said: “It’s fine, honey. It’s not the first time someone made that mistake.”

That caught Jack’s attention. “When has someone made that mistake before?”

Bitty looked at him in confusion for a second before responding: “Where were you even last year? During the playoffs, Holster had a beard, and every time we went out together, people thought I was his son. At some point, he and Rans actually considered just adopting me. How did you miss that?”

Jack laughed again. “You know me, I lived under a rock at Samwell. Lardo even calls me the rock lord.”

“Of fucking course. My boyfriend, the rock lord,” Bitty muttered, now smiling, as he walked off to get some skates.

Jack followed, and 5 minutes later, they were on the ice. Luckily, there were a lot less people than usual because it was already late. The only people left on the ice were a few couples and a group of girls who seemed to do more standing still and gossiping than actually skating.

This was very fortunate, because Jack hadn’t lied when he said that he wanted to try a few figure skating moves. Since they came out to the team, Jack had been skating at Faber a few times, and Bitty had taught him some couple skating moves. They never succeeded, but it was fun nonetheless.

When he voiced his intentions, Bitty looked at him worriedly.

“Are you sure? I mean, I know you wanted to go on a real date but we’re in public and there’s a big chance that someone will recognize you, so-”

“Bits,” Jack interrupted. “I’m sure.”

To amplify this, he pressed his lips to the place where Bitty’s forehead wasn’t covered by his hat.

“Now, let’s skate some rounds to warm up.”

“Aye aye, captain,” Bitty muttered before taking off and skating backwards, away from Jack.

Their ‘warming up’ quickly turned into a race, and within a few minutes they were both more than warm enough, and the few people in the rink had probably realized they were not the average people that came to this rink to have some fun despite barely knowing how to skate.

Bitty decided that he wanted to do some jumps first – only easy ones, though, because the rental skates were fairly shit – so Jack just leaned back against the boards and watched.

He loved to play hockey with Bitty and he loved to watch him play hockey, but nothing would ever compare to watching him figure skate. The grace, the beauty, the way Bitty looked when he lost himself to skating for a moment, were things Jack would never get tired of.

He was almost disappointed when Bitty stopped after a while to skate over to Jack. ‘Almost’ being the keyword, because how could anyone ever be disappointed when their beautiful boyfriend suggests to skate together and try that lift that they’d attempted at Faber a few times?

Unfortunately, Jack was a pretty horrible figure skater, so they went tumbling to the ice as soon as Bitty’s skates left the ice.

Less unfortunate was the position they ended up in: Bitty on his back on the ice and Jack almost entirely on top of him.

Jack would’ve been worried about Bitty’s fall if he hadn’t started giggling as soon as he hit the ice. At the sound of Bitty’s giggles, Jack couldn’t contain his own laughter anymore either.

After a few moments of pure happiness, Bitty turned his head to the side to look at their surroundings and he suddenly got a worried look in his eyes.

“Jack, someone is taking pictures,” he said, and he tried to wriggle out from under Jack.

Jack considered this for a moment before lifting one hand off the ice to tilt Bitty’s face to look at Jack and said, “Let them,” before kissing him softly.

Bitty gasped into the kiss, but quickly wrapped his arms around Jack’s neck nonetheless.

It was a sweet, short kiss, since Jack was not the biggest fan of PDA anyway, and when they parted, Jack whispered against Bitty’s lips: “You know, I think I love you more than the ice.”

“First you kiss me on the ice and now you outright say you love me more? Maybe we should get off the ice before it takes revenge on me for stealing you,” Bitty laughed. “You’re also getting kinda heavy,” he added.

“Oh, haha. Yeah. Sorry.”

Jack quickly got up and extended his hand to help Bitty up. He felt all warm when Bitty didn’t let go of his hand once he was back on his feet.

They were ready to leave the ice when one of the girls they had seen earlier approached them.

Bitty gave Jack a look to say ‘that’s the girl who took the pictures’.

“Hey,” she said, looking guilty but determined, and there also seemed to be… something else, “you’re… you’re Jack Zimmerman, right?”

Jack nodded. He’d rather spend some more time with Bitty than talk to fans right now, but this girl had pictures of them and she looked like she really wanted to say something, so Jack decided to hear her out.

“Uh- I, uh… just saw the news,” she stuttered, “and I... me and my friends,” she gestured to the group of girls on the other side of the rink, “just wanted to say that, uh… whoever made that video is a dick, and we support you and…” she looked at Bitty.

“Eric,” Bitty filled in.

“Yeah, you and Eric. And I think we speak for a lot of the fans if we say we’ve got your back.”

To everyone’s surprise, Bitty stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the girl.

“Thank you. That means a lot,” he said.

Meanwhile, Jack had frozen beside them. The video was out. Jack was out. The plane had crashed.

“How long?” he asked.

Both Bitty and the girl looked up to him in confusion.

“What?”

“How long has the video been out?”

“Oh, uh… not that long,” she tapped her phone a few times, “4 minutes.”

For some reason, this was still a shock for Jack. He had expected this, but somewhere deep inside, he had still hoped that reporter would keep this to himself.

Bitty immediately noticed Jack’s panic and stepped away from the girl to cup Jack’s face with his gloved hands.

“Jack, please look at me. We knew this would happen, George and the team are ready for this. We’ll be fine. These people have your back,” he nodded towards the girl, who was watching the situation unfold.

“We really do, Jack,” she confirmed.

Jack let his forehead rest against Bitty’s for a while until his breath evened out.

No matter how much he didn’t want to be in this situation, he couldn’t deny that being with Bitty in public like this, without having to worry about being seen, was nice.

“I’m okay,” he stated when he felt like it was the truth. Then he got an idea. He turned to the girl.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

Her breath hitched for a moment, but she quickly got herself together and answered: “Emma.”

“Okay, Emma,” Jack started, “I believe you took some pictures?”

Emma’s face went beet red and she started sputtering: “Yeah- yeah, I did… but I- I’m sorry and I shouldn’t have done that, and I- I can delete them right now, I promise I wasn’t planning on outing you or anything-”

“Emma,” Jack interrupted her, “it’s fine.”

“I promise I didn’t mean to-”

“I know. I believe you. That’s not what I meant to say. I just wanted to ask if you took any good pictures?”

Emma stared at him wide-eyed for a few seconds before she seemed to process his question.

“Y- yeah, I, uh… took a photography class,” Jack smiled, “so I like to think I take some decent pictures,” Emma laughed.

“Can I see them?” Jack asked.

Emma looked like she had no idea where this was going, but she complied anyway, and showed Jack the photos on her phone. There was one of Jack and Bitty right before Bitty’s skates left the ice during the lift, which made it look like Jack actually had a clue what he was doing. There was a picture of them laying on the ice and laughing. The next one, presumably taken a few seconds later, showed Bitty looking almost directly into the camera – but it looked like he hadn’t realized there was a camera yet, because he was still smiling – and Jack looking down at him lovingly. The last picture was the perfect shot of Jack and Bitty kissing. Even with her phone, Emma had framed these pictures perfectly, the light of the street lanterns shining at the perfect angle.

“These are amazing,” Jack said.

Emma blushed deeply. “Thank you. I can send them to you, if you want? I can, uh… DM them to you on twitter?” she offered.

Bitty scoffed. “No, send them to me. Jack Zimmerman can’t use twitter to save his life,” he said, and he shoved Jack playfully.

They then exchanged twitter usernames, and after that Jack and Bitty took off for real, but not before shouting, “Thank you!” to the girls who had been silently observing the whole conversation. Jack swore he could hear some of them squeal.

“Hey Bits?” Jack said while they were unlacing their skates.

Bitty hummed.

“Maybe you could post one of those photos on, uh… Instagram? Is that what it’s called?”

Bitty looked up at him in surprise.

“Really?”

Jack nodded.

“Oh. Uh, yeah, of course. Which one do you like best?” Bitty asked while opening up the app.

Jack thought about this for a few moments before deciding: “The one where you look into the camera. You look good in that one.”

Bitty put a hand over his heart and looked quasi-offended. “Jack Laurent Zimmermann, are you saying I don’t look good in the rest of them?”

Jack knew it was supposed to be a joke, but he couldn’t resist lightly dragging his lips over Bitty’s jaw before whispering in his ear: “You have no idea how good you look. Especially in my jersey. But I think you’d look even better if you were wearing only my jersey.”

Bitty seemingly choked on nothing and he hit Jack in the chest.

“You can’t just say stuff like that in public!”

Jack smirked. “Oh, but I can now, remember?”

Bitty blushed.

“Okay, I’m just gonna post that picture now and then we can go home.”

Eric Bittle @omgcheckplease

Jack Zimmermann sure knows how to have a first date instagram.com/p/HdhJkslxv3

Chapter 2

#i really enjoyed writing this #omgcp #omgcheckplease #i hope this isn't too bad #zimbits #fanfic #jack zimmermann #eric bittle

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