#the joy of leaving and recieving these. cannot be matched

[sakebytheriver]

I'll be honest, this picture makes me like so sad y'all 😭😭😭

Like I canNOT relate even slightly to the sentiment in this meme, like when I look at the top of the image I get an instant feeling of warmth and excitement from the pink toy aisle i want to walk down that aisle right now and be envolped in the nostalgic hum those toys could give me, but then when I look at the makeup aisle that is just so sterile and devoid of color and seemingly at a loss for joy or excitement, looking almost like a black and white filtered version of the first aisle as if this is the first 20minutes of the Wizard of Oz or some shit. It truly is just such a metaphor for the American consumerist idea of girlhood and the maturation into a woman

Like you really could write a whole satirical essay about the symbolism and the metaphor held within this image from the already fraught idea of recieving comfort from a product made in a sweatshop possibly by children the same age as intended to play with the toys that will be shipped across the world to growing up and leaving the color and toys behind instead to paint your face and edit your appearance to match what society deams the acceptable presentation for a woman once again with products made in sweat shops by tiny underpaid hands and shipped across the world for women in the empire to consume and mold into their very identity so as not to question why they've been told that products meant to edit their natural appearance should give them the same feeling of joy that a toy made for a child to play with does, but the account that posted this image to instagram did so with no hint of irony or self awareness, not even a witty caption or some quip about the dystopia of it all

To the people of instagram this meme is taken completely at face value and presented almost as if it should be considered something good that happens to women and even as I type this currently has over one million likes, but when I look at this image I instantly feel like something has been stolen from me without my ever noticing it was gone in the first place

[katsukikitten]

Hi! 💋 What about a nsfw w/ bakugou where it’s Valentine’s & (quirkless) reader makes chocolates and leaves them at his work. However she forgets to leave her name so he throws them away thinking it’s from someone else. He tells her about the “anon” valentine and insults the gift.(Trying to show off his loyalty, the egoist). She cries and he,confused, goes to comfort her. When things get spicy he finds another gift under her dress. Bonus for 💕 lingerie & toys 🌹 rough Baku / quirk use 🍓cum.

Hello anon, HERE IS THE FINAL DAY OF THE EVENT. thank you to everyone who submitted. I may have energy for more I may not it really depends on my spastic ass. ENJOY!

Finally, after countless hours in the kitchen, it was done.

You step back admiring your work, the homemade box of chocolates has your own heart soaring, especially after you crafted your own molds. Intricate roses, peonies, and petunias stare back at you, petals painted in soft pastels of chocolates while the rest of the delicate square is either dark or all white chocolate.

This was one of the many times you were thankful your husband told you to stay home to work on your dream.

Your dream to be a test kitchen, to sell recipies, molds and chocolates. All sorts of things.

And it was helpful that your man was also willing to be your test subject most of the time. Today being Valentine's day was a bonus. You remove your apron, hanging it up by the kitchen door excitement thrumming through your blood as you smooth down his favorite dress you own.

The train ride seems to drag on for forever despite being only fifteen minutes away from the ominous building that scrapes the sky above you. Separating clouds as you spy his office window near the top floor.

"Stay out of my office got it?" His voice bites out to his secretary who is wearing an obnoxiously hoeish outfit. Bright red skin tight with a heart cut out over her breasts. Bakugou is annoyed with her normally what with her overly flirty behavior but is especially agitating today when he just wants to he home with you.

"Oh Bakugou-sama are you stepping to lunch. I could accompany..." Before she can even finish he looks over his shoulder with a deadly glare. So much so the flowers on your desk seem to wilt.

"No." A nasty bite before he angrily shoves popping hands in his pockets taking the stairs down in attempt to loosen his aching legs. He had been sitting at his office desk for far too long.

Just as the heavy door slams shut you step out of the elevator. Chocolates neatly placed in a white box with a cellophane window to display your hours upon hours of work.

"Ah Ai, you look lovely today." You smile, admiring her outfit as you walk towards your husband's office. She gives you a once over with cold judging eyes.

You either do not notice or do not care as you walk past her desk.

"Oh Bakugou-sama stepped out for lunch. You just missed him." She smiles cruelly only to be met by your obnoxiously bright smile that she hates.

"Perfect. Then he will come back to a surprise." You wink slipping through the door.

You notice a lot of flowers and chocolate in the trash can of his office as you make way to his desk. You make a silent reminder to yourself to lightly scold the hero.

He should at least wait a day, or hell give back out some of the stuff he recieved.

Still you neatly placed the box on his keyboard so he was sure to see it.

"Y/N? Have you had coffee yet? I've made you a mug to go." Ai pokes her head in with the paper cup in hand. You smile warmly at her, oblivious to her animosity as you grab on to the paper cup with joy.

You desperately needed caffeine. You greedily gulp at the warm liquid after saying your good byes as you headed home.

You dig through your purse for your keys to the front door spying a small pink envelop, eyes widening a bit.

"Shoot I forgot the card." You curse yourself. "Ah well I'm sure he'll know they're from me."

You set your purse on the entry table and notice a giant stuffed animal and dozens and dozens of roses on the dining room table.

A small note in his boyish handwriting sits by the vases.

*"Guess I just missed you babe. See you tonight."*

You smile until your cheeks hurt.

Hours pass as you soon begin to make the dinner of his dreams. Half way cleaning away your mess and neatly stacking chocolate orders for White day.

Bakugou alerts you that he is home by groaning at the door, slipping off his ever present combat boots.

"Smells good babe." He says wrapping strong arms around your waist, kissing on your neck.

"Mmhmmm." You hum, impatiently waiting for him to tell you how the chocolate was, "How was your day?"

"Ugh long. This holiday sucks." He kisses your throat again, "No offense babe."

You roll your eyes. For someone who thinks the holiday sucks he sure went out of his way to buy every last rose at the floral shop.

"It's just an excuse for people to buy shit and bother the fuck out if me with it." His voice darkens with agitation before he scoffs, "Like I came back to lunch to the shittiest chocolate I've ever seen. Little bitch flowers all painted and shit from some fucking random."

Your heart speeds in your chest as he continues.

"Left 'em right on my fucking keyboard as if they were more important than work." You turn to shove him off of you then. Tears streaming down your red cheeks as he blinks furiously. For the life of him he cannot tell why in the fuck you're crying.

"Baby what's wrong..." Scarlet eyes notice the molds first, how their art is vaguely familar, little white boxes stacked on the far counter. Then he notices the apron he got you is stained with colors of pinks, whites and browns.

It is then he realized that he fucked up.

"Oh baby...." He damns himself for being so callous.

"What did you do with them?!" Your voice cracks, trying hard to sound enraged but it falls flat. He bites his lip, hands smoothing over your forearms.

"I...I'm sorry. I had a skewed vision on your chocolate. I thought they were from the hoe who sits outside my office." He says quickly, "Had I known...I would have loved them. I really thought it was Ai trying to make an advance on me..."

He wipes the tears from your face, pulling you closer to kiss your forehead.

"You probably slaved over them all day, probably made my favorite spicy chocolate you make and I was an asshole and just trashed them...In trying to be loyal to you I hurt you..." His voice is feather soft as is his kiss on your forehead, then your cheeks and lips. He notices your dress beneath the apron that he removes slowly face contorting to lust as he drops the cloth to the floor.

He leans in slowly, running his teeth and tongue against your throat to which you moan.

"Bakugoooo." He loves the way you drag out his name, popping hands slip the zipper down your delicate back, "I..I'm still mad..."

"You don't sound mad." He says too cocky for his own good, "Isnt this helping?"

He pulls the dress to the floor, leaving you in nothing but black heels, a lace bra with little red bows in the middle and black lacy underwear. He turns you growling as he does, when he sees a matching red bow over your ass he leans down to bite a cheek.

You lightly yelp before he pushes you against the dining room table in the kitchen. Sloshing the flower water onto the set table.

"B..but dinner..." You groan as he massages you, untying the bows on your bra to slip his fingers over your nipples.

"Fuck dinner. I'm skipping to dessert." His voice is deadly as his popping back indicates his excitement, as does the hard thing in his dress pants that presses against your ass as he bites your shoulders. His words have your head floating as his finger nails scrape down your back before grabbing onto your hips tightly giving a playful thrust that causes a small moan.

Just the promise of what he is about to give has your core molten and he can tell as he pulls back. Hands slipping over slick thighs, spreading them apart.

He pulls down your underwear all the way down and when a butt plug is revealed to him he groans.

"Fuuuuck." He growls, watching you contract before he slides a finger up and down your sex, "So wet already."

"J...just for you." You pant when he reaches your needy clit, massaging it roughly setting a fast pace that threatens to have you screaming in a matter of moments. He watches you buck and squirm with a wolfish grin. He removes his hand earning a small whimper before he drops to his knees.

You are the only person he would fall to his knees for with out any sort of hesitation as his pink tongue lazily laps at your sex. Hands spreading your ass cheeks to get better access. His tongue runs stripes up your pussy, that clenches tightly with every swipe.

He laps at your core before placing his lips over your clit to give it a harsh suck.

"You must love being devoured by a wolf huh my needy lamb?"

You cry out as he continues to make a meal of you, your fingers tweaking your nipples for added stimulation.

"I...I'm clooooose." You whine as he moves his face away from your clit to plunge into your core a few times with a pointed tongue. Lapping all that he can.

"Good. Now cum on Sir's face." He growls, mouth back to your swollen clit, sucking harshly, grazing teeth and steady broad tongue has heat swelling in your chest, a light buzz in your head before it all goes quiet.

And like a sprung trap you cry out, convulsing as you ride out your high only for him to press further. Overstimulating you for another agonizingly blissful ten minutes as you lose count of how many times you've cum.

He slows to a loving pace before his fingers slide over your clit as he stands. You pant, tears forming in your eyes from an exhausted body and mind as your body slowly turns limp. Head swimming on an unseen high that has Bakugou smiling down at you, wiping your sweetness from his mouth with his sleeve.

"I'm not done with you yet, love." He says making quirk work of turning his belt into an impromptu set of handcuffs. He tightens them around your wrists giving them a tight tug. You jerk up some to which he slaps your ass.

"You okay bunty?" You nod unable to form words as he removes his pants. Stealing some of your slick to stroke himself with. He half wishes to keep you this way all night. Tied up, thighs soaked, fucked out with some drool falling from your lips.

The thought alone has him lust hungry and wanting to paint your back in the nicest of white.

Instead he finds himself teasing your clit again until you moan his name is a scream begging him to fuck you.

Your clenching cunt confirms your wishes before he plunges in busting his hips against yours as you finish your last high.

You pant beneath him, core gripping onto his length over and over that has him hungry to pull it from you again. One hand holds onto your belted hands while the other has a bruising grip on your hips. Your face is pressed agaisnt the table as are your breasts. He sets a brutal pace, pulling all the way out to his tip before plunging himself again, slamming against you with deadly precision. He pulls your arms closer to him, causing your upper body to come up some. Your nipples drag agaisnt the rough fabric of the dining table cloth earning an echoing moan.

"Fuck." He snaps, hand leaving your hip to slap your ass harshly, thrusting again and again, "You always take me so well. Your cunt is so needy for me."

He rut begins to turn sloppy and bruising as he bottoms out into you, now pushing your harshly on your back pressing you agaisnt the table. Thrusting hard enough that vases of flowers begin to knock over but that is the least of your worries.

Heat pools down your legs and in your stomach as you feel him twitch. Sending you to another high, loving nothing more than the thought to cause him to act to wild. So rough as he loses himself with popping hands that sting but never burn as his hands grip your skin. Your voice comes out in hoarse moans as you flex your pelvic muscles causing a moan to come from Bakugou. Another thrust over your sensitive g spot has you spiralling. Screaming again as he let's out a giant explosion from his back groaning as he buries himself deep inside you, filling you to the brim with hot seed. Sputtering until he stills, both of you panting, he removes the belt from your wrists, rubbing at the redness before carefully pushing them back to a more natural angle.

"I lo..." But the smoke alarm drowns him out, dinner burning on the stove. He waves his shirt over head to displace some of the billowing smoke as you remove the pan. Almost dropping it using too limp hands. He supports you, moving the pan and you to the sink. Warming a rag that he wipes you down with before kissing your neck.

"I love you." He murmurs into your throat and you smile, pulling him into your plush and bruised breasts.

"I love you too." You sing happily before he pushes out of your hug to give you a kiss and a cocky grin, he snatches you and a box of chocolate up as he carries you to the couch. He places the box into your hands before setting you to sit on top of him. He holds his mouth open, tongue outstretched that has you thinking of it against you moments ago.

"I'm dying for that chocolate baby." He says again, eyes twinkling happier than anything that you forgave him for being a big dumbass.

Next valentines day he won't throw away a single chocolate.

[ciphers-error]

Intro to: Error (stylized as Intro to: ERRØR) is the first studio album released on November 25, 2014. With a total of ten tracks, this album contains a variety of sounds blended into one album to showcase the group’s talent as well as to delve into what may suit each member best.

Tracklist

01. FERMATA 02. 태풍 (The Eye) 03. Stealer 04. Ribbon in the Sky 05. Bad  06. KILLER 07. Boxer 08. Pretty U (예쁘다) 09. I GUESS I NEED U 10. Ghost

Music Videos

태풍 (The Eye) was released on November 25, 2014 at noon, marking it as the group’s official debut. The album was released the following day, and the dance practice was released on the twenty-ninth.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ watch the eye here !  

Bad made its release on December 12, 2014, a full music video much like The Eye, as a continuance of the cinematic storyline brought along by previous releases. Despite having choreography of its own, Bad was only performed once during the group’s promotional period, as companion to The Eye’s goodbye stage.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ watch bad here! 

Pretty U (예쁘다) was released after the promotional period made its conclusion, on December 30th, with three following dance practices serving as gifts to the fans of the blooming group all labeled ‘love ver’, ‘letter ver’, and ‘dear cipher ver’.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ watch pretty u here! 

Concept ⤻ Virus

While Pretty U has a vibe that matches along with Vision, the title track and Bad are nestled within the Virus concept. In both songs, the lyrics suggest chasing after a bad girl, and in the other, finding the courage to leave a poor relationship despite having lovelorn feelings. 

Code  ⤻ Story

[ The Eye ] ‘ We are met again with Kiha, the previous last man standing in the Error music video. His body is whole, so it assumed the ending of the prior music video was instead a deconstruction on something unseen by the human eye. While standing alone, Kiha appears to be in reflection of a night previous, where he’d been unwillingly dragged across a dirt path, kicking and screaming until being left abandoned amongst nothing but rubble and a packaged box, his clothes grimy and bloody from an unseen ordeal. He pulls a paper bag over his head and returns to the ground, falling unconscious.

In the next few scenes, we see an abandoned structure, in great detail—filled with furniture, though ragged, a sign of life. The package is brought into focus, and the members are found together at a table as the lyrics bring up forgetting about someone, letting go of their memory. The lyrics suggest that thinking of the memories with this unseen loved one brings them great agony, with Ezra seeking to cover Jin’s eyes in one shot, and Jaebeom fighting with Leishen in another, showing that with one duo, they want to hide from these painful memories and run from them, and Jaebeom seeks to fight against them. Realizing that he is instead hurting his fellows by fighting it, Jaebeom backs away, fear chilling at him, as he is pulled into a closet labeled as such by another member, Ace, who has already succumbed to this fear. From there, they watch Kiha stagger from where he had been attacked, as if he was the source of this terror.

The following scenes show each member in small groups going separate directions, always wanting to stay together, but going their separate ways regardless. We’re brought back to Kiha alone, the loss of his members a terrible shock to him, leaving him isolated in the large structure, looking back on the events that unfolded and only being able to shed tears when thinking of their departure. As much as he would like to, he can not to stand on his own and move forward by himself. He’s alone, and he feels trapped. 

We find the other members elsewhere, together, yet still in the same building. Jin is at the forefront, holding a device that appears akin to a light. The members are all huddled together, as if they cannot meet up with Kiha. The light switches on, and from outside the stone building, in the midst of a storm, we see the floor from where the golden glow was unleashed. At the very same time, we return to the Kiha who lay unconscious. As soon as the light-switch is sounded, awakens, face to face with a street-light overhead. He pulls the paper bag off his head, as if he’s dumbfounded by the ‘dream’ he’d awoken from. Near his body, the final shot is a wallet, assuming to belong to him, with a picture jutting out with nine boys present in the picture.

[ Bad ] ‘ From the start of the MV, we see Jin sprinting from an unseen individual. In some shots, they appear to be gaining on him, but with each step, we only see colored fog, and no person behind him, hinting that the one chasing him cannot be seen by the naked eye, or possibly, that they are shrouded in the fog and darkness of the scenery around him. We’re then cut to a shot of a blonde woman, standing alone in a colored room, a clue that this may be who Jin runs from. 

Each of the other members appear to be alone in a room including a mirror. One of which room we see is mostly made up of tiles, including a sink and the mirror is shattered but we still eye their reflection. The room is dirty, and the members have a hand wrapped up as if each one of them had tried to punch through the mirror and shatter it completely. The first difference in each mirrored room is with Jem, sitting in a purple-colored room on a chair, surrounded sparsely by plants and mirrors in different sizes, sitting in front of a mirror where he is staring at his own reflection. The next different scene we find Sol sitting in a bedroom under swinging lights, again, in front of a mirror. He looks to his right into his reflection, and the member looking back at him is Leishen. 

Throughout, we see Jin running away in darkness, and the woman making chase by way of going through the mirrors, making the allusion that these reflectors are actually portals, or doorways, to different areas. There is a pink hallway full of them however, covered up by paper, thus she cannot seem to gain access. Ezra and Ace appear in two matching rooms, with the looking glass all over the walls, ceiling and floors, to which they sit, trapped, and hiding from the woman who tries to enter. 

Jin finally stops running, and the person chasing him catches up with him. He turns to face them, but he is not met with the blonde woman seen before, but instead, a vision of himself. Turns out, what had been behind him the entire time, was a mirror, and looking back at him was his own face. He takes slow strides from the object to which he had run from, finally braving the courage to face this truth, and closed the gap between himself and the mirror. The Jin looking back at him smiles, we see a glitch, and it’s suddenly Kiha looking back at him, and stepping away, out of focus. The other members inch closer to their own mirrors, as if to check their reflection for its’ audacity, and disappear from where they had been sitting or standing, being pulled inside, and through the mirror to an unknown place. The video ends with Jin, staring into an empty doorway, reflecting everything around him but himself.

[ Pretty U ] ‘ Welcome to Vision! A dark, very sizeable brick building is met with light as Leishen and Eli pull open the doors allowing sunlight to stream through the brick building, and immediately upon the light reaching the ground, a packed vehicle spills inside, driven by Jin. Immediately, Jem and Ezra are found inside a building similar to that of a school with spray paint and posters. While Jin, Leishen and Eli unpack the car and prep the dark building, Ace, Kiha, Jaebeom and Sol are found at a restaurant, eating lunch. This shows each member in a lighter setting than previous MVs, so it stands to reason, they are in a similar world to that of Adore U, untouched by the pain and misery of the Virus. 

A food fight is brought on by Jem between his group and Ace’s, and the members engage in a very messy battle, unbothered by the other residents of the restaurant—and of course, why would they be, when this is a world where anything goes, and any broken rules from joy and well-good fun are not to be looked upon with disgrace. Noting the mess they started, Ezra and Jem make a run for it, and their members coated with table condiments give chase. Chaos ensues throughout the city, with Ezra and Kiha spray-painting an abandoned structure, and the others of the two groups going to a bowling alley and playing in the absence of all over-head lights. 

The following morning, the members continue their train of chaos by vandalizing public properties with their own made stickers, even taking a mostly empty bus around town while the other half of the group decorates the brick building in preparation for a great party. Another day well-wasted, the boys can be seen running and jumping in joy and glee under a night of celebration with fireworks lighting up the sky. Finally, the party starts with Jaebeom and Sol running through the sliding wooden door of the brick building with their car, and the members hold their party all in good fun, blissfully ignorant of their Virus side and what terror may come with the truth of it.

Promotions

Starting on the evening of November 27th, stages can be seen throughout three weeks of the following month, complete with three presences on stage, once each week. Unfortunately, through three weeks and three stages, Error has not recieved their first win with The Eye.

Stage Outfits 

11.27, M Countdown

12.7, SBS Inkigayo

12.13, Show! Music Core

Trivia

𝄞 For this era, each member stayed with their natural hair-color and style, though Sol was the first to mention in a VLive after their official debut that he wouldn’t mind dyeing his hair next time around, curious about what color would fit him the best.

𝄞 Pretty U was originally filmed in the late summer, shortly after the release of Adore U, but its release was initially delayed until December because Jin and Sol agreed it would make a precious gift to fans during the cold holiday season.

𝄞 Ribbon in the Sky saw the birth of song-writer Jaebeom. Working closely with Sol, Kiha and the company’s staff, Jaebeom wanted to bring forth a song calling out corruption in day to day life with the relation of the social system and media.

𝄞 Boxer was originally talked about to be the group’s title track, but after much discussion, The Eye ended up being chosen.

𝄞 There weren’t very many solo lives during this era, however, members Kiha and Sol often had duo lives, talking about working on the music videos and the interpretations of the lyrics and storyline. Starting out as awkward as one would expect, the two grew very confident in front of the camera that separated them from fans very quickly over time, showcasing bright and giddy personalities on screen as the direct result of finally debuting. 

𝄞 Unexpectedly, Jin was the member with the most solo lives through the group’s promotional period, and after the goodbye stage. Often joined for a short time by Jaebeom and Leishen, the oldest member of Error spent a lot of time talking with fans about working towards their debut and everything in between. 

[mysmeprotectionsquad]

Can i request RFA reaction when they recieve news that MC is dead or in danger but than she's actually alive and well

I’m sorry this took so long, nonnie! I had to rewrite it because I didn’t like how it turned out at first, whoops. hopefully this is what you had in mind? if not, make sure to let me know! warning: there are slight mentions of death, dead bodies, hospitals, kidnapping, accidents etc. nothing graphic, though, but read at your own discretion anyway!

- Admin Cat Mom.

Yoosung

sunshine boy goes apeshit crazy right after hanging up the phone.

who on earth would dare to hurt such a precious being like you?

whoever the responsible for this car accident that took your life is… they are in big trouble.

his brain is not responding properly anymore.

and he just plain refuses to live in a world where you no longer exist.

he could’ve easily succumbed to his tears, and trembling hands and legs.

but oh, no.

he’s going to take matters into his own hands.

so he pretty much grabs his coat and leaves the apartment as fast as lightning.

somehow he’s at the scene in less than fifteen minutes.

and you’re there, the police and paramedics are there, and your car is there too.

your car is wrecked.

but you’re standing right next to it safe and sound, and your legs, arms and head are all in the right places.

you seem a little distressed, that’s all.

after staring blankly at the scene, he runs up to you and holds you tightly, rubbing your back and kissing your cheek multiple times to prove himself that you’re there and you’re alive.

“what in the world happened oh my god MC.”

“jumin is a bad influence please stop hanging out with him.”

Zen

he’s going to punch someone.

he’s also going to punch himself.

it’s weird enough that you haven’t come home in the past few days, and he has tried to reach you plenty of times but you’re not answering your phone.

now that he’s heard about the dead body that’s been discovered near a river (which description matches you almost perfectly) he starts panicking.

and he wants to die too.

instead of going to the police to make sure it’s not you, he spends an entire night looking for you.

because the mere thought of seeing your lifeless body would destroy every inch of his soul.

yes, zen has a strong body and soul, but not when it comes to the idea of you not being by his side.

after checking every damn corner of the city, he goes home feeling defeated.

he has a lot of missed calls and texts from the rest of RFA.

does he care at this point? not really, he doesn’t feel like answering to anyone but his dear MC.

when he opens the door, he’s surprised to see you sitting comfortably on the couch and going through your phone.

“MC? Where… where have you been?”

“you silly! I told you I was going out of town this weekend to visit my family. I even left you a message! because I didn’t have any signal there.”

oh, so that’s why even mr. trust fund kid has been calling non stop.

you spend the next day cuddling, and kissing, and talking—he feels so relieved that you’re not dead.

from now on you’re not allowed to leave this wreck of a man alone for more than a day.

Jaehee

her heart sinks to her stomach as soon as she hears the news.

you are her guardian angel, she said it herself.

you cannot leave just yet.

a relative/acquaintance of yours had called her that morning to let her know that you’re in hospital and things aren’t looking too great.

after all, you’ve been sick the past days, that’s a fact, and you weren’t taking care of yourself.

she scolded you a lot, but she also did her best to make you feel better.

still, she thought it was just a cold that would go away eventually.

it turns out now that your life is at risk?

on her way to the hospital, all she can think of is you lying on a bed connected to a hundred wires.

but she tries really hard not to focus on worst-case scenarios, takes a deep breath, and drinks her entire cup of coffee in one sitting.

staying calm and thinking straight, that’s all she gotta do.

she already has a contingency plan anyways, and jumin is more than ready to help with anything you need (he cares about your health as well).

when she arrives at the hospital, she’s surprised to see you on the entrance blowing your nose and looking like a mess.

a regular, definitely not on the verge of death kind of mess.

“jaehee, what are you doing here?”

she sighs in relief and gives you a hug.

you then explain that your relative/acquaintance tends to blow things out of proportion, that you’re just a bit sick and that’s all.

“for the love of god, MC, please take care of yourself.”

and… you have your very own personal nurse now.

Jumin

this man turns into a mess.

he knew it, he knew that he should’ve taken you to the airport.

he only let you convince him to go alone because you told him you didn’t like goodbyes, and that everything was going to be just fine.

the report on the news says otherwise.

the plane you took a few hours ago has crashed.

he sits calmly on the couch and lets the information sink in, it takes a while.

an hour passes by, he should start making calls.

his rational side is telling to send help, helicopters, anything in order to save you and bring you back home safe.

his sense of revenge is telling him to sue the airline, find the culprit of this injustice, and make them pay.

but his body is not responding to his orders, he’s gone completely numb.

how could you, MC? how could you leave him like this? you are his source of happines and stability.

god… his clothes start feeling way too tight, he’s having trouble breathing.

and then, when he’s about to call assistant kang, his phone rings.

your name showed up on the  screen. “hello? jumin? I don’t know if you’ve heard about the plane crash—”

like a sweet lullaby, your voice soothes him instantly, so he clears his throat and manages to say only one thing: “MC, I am so glad you’re well.”

you had lost the flight and decided to wait for the next one as you didn’t want to bother jumin, but after hearing about the accident, you thought it was best to return home and postpone your trip.

he refuses to hang up the phone until he’s there because yes, he’s going to pick you up (feat. good ol’ driver kim).

Seven

he knew something like this would happen sooner or later.

just when he starts feeling like he can live a normal, happy life, someone decides to take you away from him.

with the amount of enemies he’s gained through his job as an agent, he should’ve know.

yet there he is, in shock, sweating, and feeling extremely nauseated.

he’s panicking so much he forgets for a moment that he’s a skilled hacker.

he doesn’t know what this person that took you wants because the message they left was too vague, but he’s going to find out one way or another.

even if it costs him his life.

the only problem is that he can’t seem to focus and he’s making mistakes left and right.

MC please be okay.

he keeps picturing you locked in a filthy basement, tied up, scared and alone.

that is until you finally showed up—you were buying groceries.

prepare yourself for a tacklehug.

wait, if you’re here and you’re well, what’s up with this weird message?

wrong number? a distasteful prank? 

he’s baffled and doesn’t understand what’s going on.

then decides to dig into it later and increase security, you can’t take threats like this lightly.

he’s a clingy mess for the rest of the day and does everything you ask him to, he even cleans the living room and eats a proper meal.

V

this sweet, selfless man just can’t catch a break.

it took him so long to heal his wounds and allow himself to love someone healthy and good for him.

a building has caught fire and collapsed, and not many people made it.

the same building you say you were going to.

he hasn’t heard anything from you yet, and you’re not answering your phone.

so he calls every person he knows and does everything he can to find the tiniest bit of information about the fire and the survivors.

his efforts are useless.

his chest is hurting so much? he doesn’t think he can take it?

all he can do is hold his head in his hands, bite his lip and quietly swallow his tears, because he knows how much you hate to see him sad.

and as expected, he blames himself for it.

it should have been him.

you didn’t deserve such a horrible death, let alone such a short life.

after all, you brought so much joy into his life.

when it seems like he’s lost all hope, the door opens.

it’s MC!

you swear you’ve never seen him smile so brightly, like he’s witnessing a miracle of some sort.

he asks you where you were and you explain that your job interview was cancelled, so you weren’t there when the building caught fire.

he holds you so tightly he leaves you gasping for air, but you don’t complain and instead comfort him with tender kisses.

[katsukikitten]

Disinterested 3

Katsuki wanders the city aimlessly, unable to sleep as he already tried. He tossed and turned for hours thinking of things he should have left buried.

Things he set in motion by hitting send all that time ago.

Explosions skitter over his skin, they die as quickly as he breathed life into them. Small little things that barely make a sound.

Something similar to what he had with you. He silently damns himself as he makes his way back up through the open staircase, leisurely climbing the steps as he thinks, wonders if you're alright. His phone pings in his pocket and he wonders who it could be at such a late hour.

Probably that idiot Kirishima lost his key card, like he's fucking done before in his drunken escapades. But when scarlet eyes rove over a locked screen it reads something completely different.

It reads of a head line about the number one female hero. Katsuki unlocks his phone in a hurry as he fishes blindly for his key in his other pocket. Eyes glued to blue illuminating screen as the door beeps, shining green in the night as he pushes into the darkened room.

That is to hear a scream when Katsuki flicks the light on. He readies an explosion in his hand until he sees two bodies intertwined on Eijirou's bed.

"You fucking idot!" Katsuki explodes anyway. Almost setting off the sprinkler system in the hotel room.

"I...I.." Kiri stutters as Mina tries to sink under the sheets.

"You what? Spit it out!" Katsu says turning his eyes back to the article.

*'NUMBER ONE FEMALE HERO KNOWS HOW TO PARTY.'*

Kirishima proceeds to give some lame ass excuse that falls on deaf ears as crimson eyes scroll through the article posted at 1AM.

He spies a photo of you dancing, downing shots, and his screen almost shatters when his thumb hovers the last picture.

You recieving a kiss on the cheek from some fucking creep that has his grimy ass hands on your hips.

Hips that should still belong to Katsuki.

"Where the hell is Y/N?!" He shouts, interrupting the story, "You just left her down there? With those fucking assholes Mina?"

"I...she said she didn't want to...."

"I don't give a fuck what she said she did or didn't want to do. She's clearly drunk as fuck and you LEFT her." Katsuki wants to ring Mina's neck but his hands find better work of rummaging through her purse for her key card to their room.

"Bakugou, if I tried to drag her away. You know she would have caused a scene." Mina all but squeaks. His grip threatens to crush the doorknob to the hallway to dust as he speaks.

"Then you drag her bratty ass away anyway. Better than the possibility of her getting drugged and date raped."

Worry grips Katuski hard enough that he jumps from the fifth floor straight to the hard pavement in his black skull tshirt and black cargo shorts. He practically sprints to the bar a few buildings down that is bumping with music.

He pushes through the crowd angrily as women begin to squeal when they recognize him. His heart pounds when he cannot spot you but the guy in the pictures smiling ear to ear. He shoves past the glomping girls in such a rush that some fall on their ass, tears fueled by too much alchohol and hurt pride.

"Yea then Dark Star just kisses me on the lips. Tongue and everything. God I can't wait to fu.." But he stops short when he sees a death glare in the reflection of the bar mirror staring back at him despite the glass bottles filled with tempting liquid.

"You can't wait to do what?" He growls darkly turning the man to face him, "Please continue. I'd love to hear what you think you're going to do."

The man smirks, suddenly filled with liquid courage.

"I said I cannot wait to *fuck* Dark Star. She's clearly an easy slut."

Bakugou does not try to hold his temper back like his PR and agent director suggested.

No Bakugou rears his fist back so fast that it takes the asshole four solid seconds to realize that he's missing majority of his front teeth.

Hell four solid seconds before he slumps to the floor, blood oozing past his lips. Katsuki turns to his friend, a malice laced smirk plastered on his face as he lets explosions go freely in his open palm.

"Now where did you see Y/N go?" The guys eyes widen with fear and he audibly gulps.

"She...ahhh..she left. Went back to her hotel I think..." Katsuki slams him against the bar top.

"You think or you fucking know?!" He yells. Slamming him again so he won't blast one of his limbs off.

"S..sir. I'll have to call the police if you act any further." The bar tender is sheepish, although he is three times as big as Katsuki. There is just something about that Bakugou rage that can make any man quiver.

A hiss leaves the hot head's lips as he squeezes the guys throat a final time. Turning without saying a word as the whole bar stares at his receding built back.

He climbs the open stairwell steps two at a time, rushing up them only to stand before your door hesitant.

A breeze whips his shirt, bringing with it salted sea air that clings to his skin, his hair.

Air that you've said you loved the smell of during a quiet movie night you two shared.

He sighs, pressing the key to the door, it beeps, flashing green and Katsuki grips the handle a second before it locks again.

"Y/N?" He calls softly into the darkness, wondering if his eyes are playing tricks on him and if the quiet night is much deeper in the poorly decorated four walls than it normally is.

When there is no answer he creeps into the room, flicking on the light to small hall before the bathroom to see neatly made beds and clothes strown all over the cheap furniture. He growls in frustration, wondering where you could be when he spies your obnoxiously large handwriting that seems slurred even in ink.

*"Came back didn't see you went back out. Not bar, beach or pool maybe."*

Katsuki sighs with slight relief. He thinks of going back to his room, at least you're on hotel grounds but he thinks better of it.

Not only is Kirishima balls deep in Mina, a sight he really doesnt want to experience, again, his mind wanders to thoughts of you being too drunk to swim or worse too drunk for another asshole to take advantage of you.

He jumps from the sixth floor, landing harshly in his combat boots. He makes his way to the pool first and he is thankful he picked right. He sees a heavy darkness looming like a black fog over the pool.

So inky black one can barely see the gate and he knows no light will cut through that depth you've emitted. He pulls the lock of the gate up and only takes one step in unsure of where the body of water starts and the cement deck ends.

"Y/N?" He calls out, voice barely cutting through the vast darkness.

"Ah Katsuki-kun!" You use your sweetest voice pulling all of the night back to you. Water splashes as you go from floating to standing chest deep in clear water, the small pool lights begin to shine again, no longer oppressed.

Katsuki notices that you're clad in nothing but a lacey black bra and a matching black thong. He swallows.

"What are you doing?" His voice is rough and you laugh.

"Enjoying the moonlight!" Voice never wavering in confidence or joy. You splash next to you as if tapping a seat, "Come in!"

Another breeze wafts in sweet salty air, cooling the pool deck

"You've got to be fucking joking." He half snaps. Staring down at you in your underwear.

"I'm not fucking joking, King. Now get undressed and get in the fucking water!" The sharpness in your voice pierces his heart. Espeically you using the dom name you gave him since you were not a fan of calling him Daddy. You're drunk, he reminds himself as he unties his combat boots with a growl. Biting his lip to keep from "correcting" your bratty tone. He'd never admit it out loud but if you weren't such a brat it would be no fun to make you submit to him. He pulls off his cargo shorts and his deadly hand grabs onto the collar behind his head, yanking his shirt from his body in one swift motion.

You sigh with delight audibly, eyes hungrily raking over what was once yours.

Well yours behind closed doors. You remind yourself as you lie back floating, sstaring at the sky and satisfied with a splash of water signaling Katsuki's entrance.

Long moments stretch between you two in silence as you both stare into the sky, fingers floating into the other but neither grasp on.

"Do you know why I like the stars so much Suki?" You break the silence, voice so solemn and sad. You tread water just enough for your shoulders to still be underwater, Katuski follows suit but does not speak.

He isn't sure why you love the stars so much. He just knows that you do. He knows that the comet is coming in about twenty minutes. He looked it up, not knowing you were going on this trip.

He was going to watch it for you. You hold eye contact with him, deep brooding scarlet eyes bore into you, waiting patiently for your answer.

"Because even when space is so cold, so dark....so unfuckingfeeling...they shine anyway Suk. They burn brightly and for millions of fucking years in the darkest place in all of existence. It gives me...hope." You sigh shakily, dimming the lights around you so he cannot see your tears.

But he knows what you're doing. He knows your tactics but gives you space.

"Hope that my quirk won't scare people off, that someone will persevere despite my darkness. That I'll persevere despite it." You stop speaking just before your voice breaks. You swallow, the world swimming for a moment as you collect yourself.

You ebb closer to Katsuki, staring at his lips. Lips that had always commanded you, climaxed you, comforted you in your weakest moments.

He makes you weak now as you are a breath away from pressing your lips to his. He is hesitant to pull back, still sure you are dating that inconsiderate asshole.

He knows that he's better for you but he knows not to take advantage of your drunken state. As you lean closer he places his finger to your lip, cannot help himself as he pulls your bottom lip some.

"Kitten, we are going to miss the comet if we kiss." He says before scooping you up princess style. Grabbing both of your phones as he heads for the beach.

The sand is soft and cool beneath his feet, another breeze that brings mist and a bright moon that makes the sand shine.

He finds a good spot near the water but not close enough that it could kiss your toes. He settles you in his lap and leans back on his arms so he can create an incline for you.

He was right, had you two kissed it would have left you no time to see this gorgeous celestial body cut through the sky like a shining knife.

You sigh leaning into him, when the comet has gone you take the time to point out the constellations to him.

He doesn't remind you that you've showed him thousands of times and he would quietly listen a million times more.

"Oh that one is Taurus!" You point and he follows your delicate figures.

"That one is mine right?" His voice rumbles in his chest and you can feel it in his back. You blush.

"I forgot I've told you about them. I'm so.."

"Don't you dare fucking apologize to me about something you love enough to share with others." It comes out as a snarling growl and you turn to face him.

How could you forget that he always listened? How could you let all of this slip through your fingers.

He was only being kind now because you were drunk. Just like he was only being kind during that year cause you two were fucking.

And you asked, you asked for cuddling after the first time and he gave them ever since.

Tears drip freely from your cheeks as you lean forward. He stops you again with a solemn sigh.

"What about Todoroki?" He hisses, but somehow you know he isn't angry at you.

"Ah. We broke up." You say so quietly.

"But I thought..."

"Yea I did too. I thought our sex was nothing more than sex to you in those last few months. I sighed everytime I saw his Instagram because I wasn't sure what I wanted you and I to be." You scream continuing, "I told myself that it was the sex and your dominance that made me want to stay and that I wasn't anything but a good time to you. When you sent that picture with the line I sent you I thought I knew. I tried to cover myself I felt raw and vulnerable suddenly. I...I almost talked myself out of it when I stood in front of your door. I almost told you until I saw you deleting all of my photos, our selfies. I knew you didn't love me then."

Even fatter tears fall from your cheeks.

"I'm sorry I've been so much trouble Kat..Bakugou." You go to stand but he yanks you back down, knees hitting sand hard. He is huffing as he collects himself,explosions erupt from his back.

He fishes for his phone with his free hand and pull up the photo.

The photo of the two of you, young, stupid and both too prideful to admit what you felt for each other. You cry for a different reason as he speaks.

"I never said I didn't love you kitten." He growls in your ear, "I just never said aloud that I did."

He devours your lips then, pulling you to him kissing you deeply tongues touching.

He pulls away panting heavily.

"I love you. And don't you ever fucking forget it." He growls before kissing you again, tempted to take you then and there on that beach with no one to see but the moon.