#the volume made it even fucking worse I hate it and it’s gonna take so long to have what I want again

[kittlyns]

I had yet another long, strenuous day yesterday and didn't finish work until super late and then I couldn't fall asleep until well past 2am cuz I was in so much pain from standing literally all day

[thegirldoesthehitting]

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[aleksanderscult]

I don't understand how Leigh Bardugo could write something as bad as King of Scars and a trilogy as average and problematic in its messages as Grisha ?!

Knowing that she also wrote Six of Crows which was very good for me, limits most people to only knowing that about the Grishaverse (even if, if you take it in the context of the original trilogy, that makes the fate of the Grisha and of the Darkling even worse)... The Language of Thorns with some really cool stories, the Demon in The Wood (which makes you wonder even more why the Darkling is supposed to be the fucking bad guy in the original trilogy and die at the end ?!). Not forgetting recently The Ninth House which has 2 very good volumes and the beginning of The Familiar.

I have a hard time understanding how she can produce good things and such bad things.

I hear that not everyone is perfect, but for me the gap is still huge.

And the most paradoxical thing is that while she seems to gradually improve her way of writing, at no time does she acknowledge having made questionable choices in the writing of Grisha ?

Just see her attempt at moralizing backpedaling with the King of Scars duology...

TW!: Genocide

I don't think she knows or even cares about how genocide and prejudice in real life are not how she portrays them. And they definitely don't vanish by magical means. Clearly she put them in her story as a dramatic effect but she handled it with such unrealism and carelessness that makes you wonder what was the point of putting such issues in her book in the first place. She places such importance to the romance part (Mal × Alina, Kaz × Inej, Nina × Matthias) that the problems of her world take a third place in her books.

Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom weren't such flawed because the heroes there did some personal jobs and didn't have a humanitarian goal. Kaz, in particular, has made it clear that he doesn't give a fuck about the world, only about his pocket. So they were some pretty straightforward books and well-written enough that you cannot see the issues.

But in the trilogy we have this huge war going on while the protagonist wails about her love interest, kills her enemy at his weakest (so no flex of her powers against him) and other people vanish the Fold for her.

In the duology Bardugo wanted to get back to her own readers:

- "People dislike Zoya. Hmm... Let's make her Suli with a very sad background. Also let's make her the most important character among the heroes just for these haters to shut up. Because if they don't, they'll be racists and misogynists"

- "People love the Darkling. Hmm.... Let's remind those readers of mine what he has done by having Zoya conjure up every delulu thought about him. Also let's have Mal, Alina, Zoya, Nikolai and freaking Misha make him shut up and look stupid"

- "Ah shit they love Aleksander too much. Ok how about this. I'm gonna make the Starless Cult out of them to prove how blind they look"

- "People didn't like the R&R ending. Hmm.... Let's bring Alina back and have her say how happy and peaceful she feels with her current state"

- "People hate Mal. Hmm... Let's have him be likable and funny while thwarting Aleksander's comments like a pro. It's not like he isn't a hot-tempered guy or smth"

(and about bringing the Darkling back, this was lazy writing. Instead of making the heroes face new foes from the north and south, she recycled villains)

By the way, when the TV adaptation of S&B came out she said that she wanted to fix the diversity. Can you imagine that? Not book!Alina as a character, not the trilogy's ending (not protesting on that cruel scene on the show where the Crows gleefully kill the Grisha that stood with the Darkling) but the diversity. Season two's ending was the showrunner's idea as well as Mal's change of personality, not Bardugo's.

Anyway, she should stay on writing short stories. I really love the Language of Thorns and Demon in the Wood so why ruin your fictional world further?

[holocene-sims]

next // previous

august 17, 2021 4:00 a.m. paradise hotel

three hours later

[grant] you know, i didn’t get a good start to dealing with the whole “my body is broken” thing.

[henry] huh? oh, sorry, i'm awake and heard you; i was just surprised.

[grant] the first time that, um, i got really sick after my sister died, everyone just thought i was mcfucking mentally losing it. i mean, i was, but also i could not get out of bed, could not walk, couldn’t hold a toothbrush even because my hands wouldn’t move…

[grant] and my parents, who are medical professionals, wouldn’t take me to any doctor because they thought i was melodramatic.

[henry] you missed two months of school. we went different schools but i remember that. i didn’t see you for that two months either.

[grant] they only ever took me because they got tired of dealing with me, and they were getting in trouble for me being truant. and what do you know? like every other kid with something wrong, the answer was growing pains. you're tall for your age, so that's it!

[henry] doctors are stupid sometimes.

[grant] tell me about it. i lived with two idiot doctors for eighteen years. the proof is in the pudding.

[grant] and then, uhh, there’s the whole…

[grant] the whole college thing.

[grant] did i ever tell you how i became an addict, bud?

[henry] you’ve never wanted to.

[henry] i assumed it was because people try to numb childhood trauma. and i could tell something was not right with the college hockey team situation, but i didn’t know what or if that was connected at all.

[henry] it could have come from anywhere. most everyone in college does drugs. i smoked a lot of weed.

[grant] it’s both of your assumptions. there were a lot of things i needed to suppress, and i didn’t know how to control myself after tasting the slightest bit of freedom from my parents. but also…

[grant] the dudes on the hockey team hated me except sebastian. i just didn’t click. i wasn’t the right kind of person to fit in that very dudebro jock locker room.

[grant] so, on one hand, i started on a bunch of party drugs and alcohol because i figured out that when i got fucked up out of my mind, they finally found me funny, and you know how i am.

[henry] you are really desperate for people to like you and for you to not feel like you're imposing.

[grant] it’s totally true. i need to be liked. and need is the right word. it’s not as bad now, i've grown out of it a bit, but still, the feeling is there. i need to be liked and to not be anyone's burden.

[grant] yet that’s not the whole story.

[grant] i was, um, well, also illegally prescribed a lot of painkillers.

[grant] by the team's medical people.

[grant] my health issues were already there, but playing a contact sport made it worse. i'm gonna be honest, i don’t remember what happened, but i got some kind of back injury, and i went right back to that state i was in after my sister died.

[grant] seriously, same stuff. couldn’t really get out of bed, couldn’t function. at least not without...

[henry] oh god. i don’t like the way this sounds.

[grant] i was naive enough to hope that people might do the right thing for me once in my life, so i told the medical staff, like, hey, i'm suffering, and i need help. and they just kind of, uh, waved me off and said their job was to patch me up so i could be on the ice, not fix me.

[grant] i was already trouble in all the staff's eyes because i was the odd one out in the locker room, and that's not looked upon well. so, in hindsight, i should have seen literally all the red flags or should have been brave enough to just break down and see a real doctor elsewhere again, but i didn’t.

[grant] anyway, the team staff offered me opioids and i gladly took them. and they kind of sort of barely worked. so i took more. and more and more, and i mixed them with all kinds of other substances. like, i should probably be dead from the amount of mixing i did or from just the sheer volume of drugs i took. also, no one gave a fuck how many times a week i came in to ask for drugs as long as i played hockey good enough.

[henry] and you were good.

[grant] still, the pills never genuinely made me feel better. they just got me high enough to forget about suffering. that makes sense now because i have a diagnosis and have heard nothing but anti-inflammatories are going to really work on resolving the whole pain thing. too late for that, though. i'm an addict. yes, am, not was, even if i'm sober. so, i won't touch them now. i haven't in years.

[grant] but there you go! there’s the story.

[grant] that feels supremely embarrassing to have told, but i wanted to get it off my chest. you are my best friend. more than that. you're family. you're my brother. i don’t have to be afraid to tell you anything and you deserve to know the truth.

[grant] especially because you've never shied away from honesty and you stuck with me that whole time. i don’t think most addicts are lucky enough to have friends and family that patient. and i tried many, many times to push everyone away so i could destroy myself in peace. i wouldn’t blame any of you if you had given up on me.

[grant] yeah. it's not very kind of me to receive that much, um, grace and love and forgiveness, and not at least reward and thank you with the truth. the full and honest truth, even if you didn't ask for it. oh, and a window into why i am the way i am, why i keep my mouth shut.

[citadelofmythoughts]

I’m so SAD. And the thing is that Yes RT as a Company was not fair to many of its employees. But what the people who are cheering the ending of it don’t seem to grasp is that it was still a job. Being able to Leave a bad company is so different from no longer having a job at all bad or not. My mother recently went through the same thing and I’ve been very stressed about money and trying to figure out transport bc she’s my ride as I wait to get my license (disability issues catching up to me darn these eyes)

And then I haven’t seen it a lot thankfully but people who are happy with the idea of a rwby reboot? Taking out all the emotional connections we are NINE SEASONS into a story that when we left it was in its FINAL ARC. I don’t have a source so take this with a grain of salt but I swear I remember Miles or Kerry saying that rwby was pronouns a 12 volume show to get it to its end when someone asked how long it was gonna be. This was way way back so I apologize if this isn’t true or real. But even without that v9 left us with a clear Location and we had Goals and new lore to implement. If not three more volumes at lease two or a SUPWR long V10.

The idea of Starting Over makes no sense. There is nothing to reboot bc it’s not finished. Had we all the money and time in the world I could MAYBE see volumes 1 and 2 getting an update and polish, combining the short two part episodes into one and ADDING some team bonding stuff. But post V3 when all the bigger stuff hits the scene (not to mention all the lovely slowly building stuff from V1 and 2 that we see carried throughout) rebooting is Stupid. Bc we still wouldn’t have an ending. CRWBY through the ages knew where the story was going. They have an ending. They know the beats they want carried out. I can’t imagine any other voice actors for the girls OR REN FOR THAT MATTER MONTS VISION MY ASS HIS FUCKING BROTHER JUST LOST THE RIGHTS TO LITERALLY CARRY MONTY IN REN it makes me so mad. The idea that a company with enough money for WB to accept would turn it into some Flashy Fight Scenes and snappy one liner thing when rwby has always been about love and community and determination and spirit.

V4 felt different bc Monty was gone. Not because the show Fell Off. it has its slow parts like any show ever animated or otherwise. But the idea of someone else Taking it and Turning it into something else. Where’s Monty’s vision in that if the ppl close to him never get to touch his project again? The people who made rwby what it is being locked out of it and having to see someone else play their character or change completely the path it was on?

People lost their jobs on a days notice and a passion project that spanned ten years which had love for Monty in each and every volume might never get to be finished. Or worse will turn into something different completely. And that is why I’m sad.

I hate this timeline.

I have hope that things will work out but I have to admit that hope is thin.

[beep-beep-sunny]

Reddie Week Day 5- Other media! I did Scream (1996). This is really short because it's just a test first chapter. They are murderers, so it's a bit OOC.

He would have loved to say he wasn't easy to convince, but when it came to Eddie, he folded as easily as a dinner napkin. It was much easier than he thought it would be at least. He kissed his mother on the cheek, stuck his tongue out at his little sister, and off to commit atrocities with surprisingly little remorse. 

Eddie always left his window unlocked, even before all this murder business. Growing up, Richie would show up most afternoons and Eddie would pretend he disapproved, but the window was always unlocked. Sometimes, Eddie would do this thing where he'd say outloud what he thought he was supposed to want, even if his actions told a different story.

"Took you long enough." Eddie said as Richie swung his leg over the window pane. 

"What? You said 7?" Richie pulled himself all the way in and shut the window. 

Eddie rolled his eyes and cut through the air in front of Richie's face with his hand. "It's 7:05." 

They held eye contact for several seconds and Richie started laughing. "Are you being serious right now?" 

"Yeah, asshole! If you're not gonna take this seriously we're gonna get fucking caught so fast." 

"Relax, dude. I don't think there's any kind of actual deadline with this kinda thing." 

"No, I will not relax, Rich." Eddie started to speak too loudly, so he consciously brought down his volume. "This isn't some kind of game." 

"It's not? That's such a bummer because I was hoping to get the high score." He winked. "A double kill is worth extra points, right?" 

Eddie rushed him, putting his hands over his mouth. "Sshhh, do not say it like that." He looked all around as though the verbal acknowledgement of murder was going to bring the police right there, or worse, his mother.

"What, Eds?" Richie's vocal volume raised a bit. "Does Mrs. K still not let you play violent video games?" 

Eddie took a second before smiling fondly. "I hate you." He said as though he meant something else. 

Richie's face softened. "Yeah, I hate you too, Eds." 

After a tender few seconds, Eddie jerked up and grabed Richie's bag. "You brought everything?" 

"I always do, don't I? Well, after … ya know." Richie rubbed his hands together, his thumb leaving a red indent. 

"Yes, thank you for bringing that up." Eddie said under his breath while organizing the things Richie had stuffed into his school back after removing the books and school supplies. They had rope, duct tape, a small mechanical box, a large cell phone, two identical knives, and two Halloween masks with long white faces and mouths open in the shape of a scream. "Good." He confirmed. "I have the robes ready to go. They're hung in the back of my closet behind my winter jackets." 

While Eddie was focused on explaining something about the logistics of their stealthy entry, Richie had slid one of the two masks onto his hand. When Eddie looked up, Richie looked over to his masked hand. "Well, what do you think of that plan Mr. Ghostface killer?" 

He cleared his throat and did his best to throw his voice. He'd been practicing, but this time he was actually performing for Eddie. "Let me think about that, Richie." Richie used his other hand as though it were Ghostface's hand and tapped on the mask's cheek. Richie was now able to do a convincing job imitating the sound the voice changer made with nothing but his voice if he did say so himself. "Such a cute little guy must only come up with good plans. I'd say I'd follow him anywhere." 

"You're so stupid." Eddie said, but he was laughing and smiling, so Richie smiled too. Mission accomplished. 

[charcuteriecrab]

what are you willing to sacrifice for peace? (Part 3)

a Resident Evil fanfiction

For @aussiepineapple1st

Rating: M

Contains: blood, strong language, description of injuries, gore (?)

Tags: pre-relationship chreon, post-vendetta, major character injury

Word Count: 1760

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Soft voices passed over him in waves, a rhythmic beeping on his left side. He recognized the distinct smell of cheap disinfectant—he must have been in the hospital. His eyelids were heavy and something was attached to his face, making him feel claustrophobic from the itchy tightness. He groaned, trying to move, before his body screamed and he gasped, breathing quicker. Fuck that hurt .

A hand grabbed his. “Leon!” a familiar voice exclaimed. “It’s okay. You’re safe.”

Chris? 

Leon wrenched his eyes open, gaze flying wildly, searching for the man through the fogged-up oxygen mask on his face, and then he relaxed, catching sight of Chris’ worried expression. Leon’s body hurt , and his flailing only made everything worse. “...C’r’s..” he tried to say, tongue heavy. He felt like he couldn’t take a full breath and it scared him a little.

The pressure on his hand increased, and Leon realized Chris was the one holding it. “Don’t talk, Leon…don’t worry, I’m here. You’re gonna be okay. Go back to sleep.”

Relieved he wasn’t alone, Leon let his eyes fall closed, exhaustion pulling him back into unconsciousness, the soft words fading until he could hear nothing once more.

~o~

The next time Leon was aware, he could hear voices, louder than before, and clearer. Breathing in slowly, he felt tubes down his nose. He tried to listen to his surroundings, catching part of a conversation.

“He’s getting better, Chris. They said he wouldn’t become more aware for a few more days.”

“He was in so much pain, Claire…I didn’t know what to do.”

The words turned quieter and Leon strained to hear them, but couldn’t. He recognized the voices, one feminine and confident, the other deeper, softer. Chris. Claire. They were next to him.

“You guys…talking about me?” he whispered hoarsely, having to take a breath.

The reaction was instant, Chris and Claire lurching to their feet and coming to his side, Chris exclaiming, “Leon!”

His volume made Leon’s ears ring and he winced. “That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” Speaking hurt his dry throat. He tried to swallow but all it did was make him feel worse.

“I’ll go get the nurse,” Claire said, and he looked at her, slightly dazed, before her frame turned fuzzy as she walked further away.

“You weren’t supposed to wake up yet,” Chris said, coming closer, forcing Leon’s gaze back to him. His beautiful brown eyes were soft, almost glassy. An expression familiar to Leon was on his face: guilt. “How’s the pain?”

Leon thought about it, feeling a dull pain overall with only a few spots more painful, the wounds throbbing in rhythm with the heart monitor at his left. It was far less than before, that was for sure. “Not too terrible, actually,” he told Chris, hoping to wipe the worried look off the man’s face. Apparently, it didn’t do the trick.

“They had to up your painkillers and keep you sedated. According to the nurses, you weren’t supposed to wake up for a few days at least.”

“Well I’m awake now, I suppose.” Leon tried to shake his head, but the movement made pain explode everywhere . He didn’t even know that was possible. He grunted, clenching his teeth. “Not doing that again,” he hissed. Something grabbed at his left hand and Leon squeezed hard , letting it take the brunt of the pain he was feeling. “ Fuck that hurt.”

It was only after the pain lessened that he realized it was Chris’ hand in his, large and firm and warm in his, and Leon’s eyes widened before he removed himself from the grip. “Sorry.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for.”

A silence fell between them, not uncomfortable, but Leon hated the quiet. He didn’t like to hear the medical equipment whirling around him, the nasal cannula pushing air into his lungs, each monitor stuck to his left arm sending his vitals to one of the screens. Now that he was more aware, he realized that his right arm from his shoulder to right below his elbow was immobilized in a deep blue cast, hung in a sling, and bandages covered his entire torso. An IV was feeding what he assumed was saline, blood, and something else he didn’t recognize into his veins. Despite all this, he was having a hard time remembering what exactly happened.

“Hey…Chris,” he asked. “What happened to me? Did I screw up on the mission? The last thing I remember was getting on the Osprey after the fight with Arias.”

Chris frowned, his nose scrunching as if he was displeased. “No you didn’t screw up anything,” he said softly. “Why would you think that?”

“Then what—”

“You almost died, Leon.”

Leon’s mouth shut with an audible click. He didn’t realize it had been that bad.

Chris swallowed slowly before continuing. “You were bleeding internally from injuries you got on the rooftop, and you had an open fracture. If we had gotten you to the hospital any later, you would have either bled out or died of infection. We—” He stopped. “We assumed it was from when Arias threw you into that wall.”

Leon’s eyes widened. Fuck. He hadn’t been this injured in a long time. If the team was focused on him, did they end up finishing the mission? “Did we get the vaccine to everyone?” he cut in, thinking about all those innocent people in the streets.

“What? Yes—the BSAA took care of it, but that—

“That was the most important part, Chris. Saving those people. If I had died, at least I would have gone out trying to help people.” He sighed, leaning more into his pillow. 

Chris’ face paled. “If you had died I would never have forgiven myself.”

Leon went silent. What was he talking about?

“I practically dragged you along on this op. I was so obsessed with my vendetta against Arias I didn’t stop to think about my team, Rebecca, or you . What kind of captain am I? Still stuck in the same mindset I was a year ago with the false Ada.”

Images of Chris beside Piers in China, in the field without his memories, flew to Leon’s mind. Everyone neglected to tell him of that fact until after it was all over. He was fucking worried sick after Edonia. Part of him even began to think that maybe the man had died and they didn’t want to tell him. Then when they finally found him, they pulled him away from that bar where he was wasting away and forced him into the field. Chris was acting on the one thing he had left of himself, his need for justice. That was something Leon always admired about him. He wanted to bring those responsible for suffering to justice.

There was nothing wrong with wanting justice, but revenge only hurts the soul, leaving nothing but a numb emptiness inside. He didn’t want to think about what would have happened to Chris if Leon hadn’t gotten through to him.

“You didn’t drag me along. I chose to help you. It was my decision.”

“I still came to you while you were grieving. You were on a much-deserved vacation and I let my feelings get the best of me.”

“No…” he said, waving weakly at Chris, their hands nearly touching. He normally would never admit this, but the drugs were loosening his tongue and he was sick of Chris blaming himself. “I needed someone to drag me away from the alcohol. I probably wouldn’t have stopped if you hadn’t come. And—for the record, you’re a great captain.”

Chris’ expression twisted and he looked away, not believing him. “Please don’t diminish what I did. I’m surprised you can even stand being next to me right now.”

Leon grabbed at Chris’ hand, and Chris looked down at their entwined fingers, a slight blush spreading across the man’s cheeks that made Leon’s heart jump. “I always enjoy your company, Chris.”

Chris was silent for a long moment, expression shifting between so many emotions that Leon couldn’t keep up. “After Edonia,” he finally said. “The only thing I felt was my need for vengeance, for revenge. I couldn’t remember anyone, not even Piers. I was angry—I didn’t care about my team’s safety. It wasn’t until I saw you that I snapped out of it…you somehow brought me back when no one else could. 

“And now—I’ve almost gotten you killed. One of the most important people to me. You saved me a year ago, and all I seem to be able to do is get people killed.”

“I’m not that special, Chris. You have Claire. Jill. You don’t want some drunken, depressed loner in your life. You don’t deserve that.”

Chris looked like he had been slapped, eyes wide, and he leaned closer, squeezing his hand tighter before gazing deeply into his eyes, Leon getting lost in the soft browns and oranges. “Leon,” he murmured. “I care about you a lot more than you realize.”

Leon’s heart fluttered. What was he saying? Did he…reciprocate the feelings Leon held for him? There was no way—he didn’t mean it. He—

“You don’t mean that—”

“I would never lie about this, Leon.”

“You shouldn’t—” he sputtered, letting go of his hand and trying to move away, the pain in his side stopping him. “I’m not worth it.”

“You’re worth it to me .”

Chris then leaned in close, moving slowly, gently cupping Leon’s cheek and angling his mouth up to his own before placing a chaste kiss on Leon’s lips, all the air leaving Leon’s lungs in an instant. A rush of warmth shot through his body, the press of their mouths eliciting a soft moan from Leon and he responded more passionately in turn, kissing him with all his pent-up emotion from the years of watching him from afar. He felt Chris’ thick, strong hands brush against his sensitive skin and it sent tingles throughout the rest of his body, a deep tug of want starting in his lower abdomen. 

When Chris finally pulled away, breathing heavily, pink dusting his cheeks, it felt like an eternity had passed, the world becoming anew to Leon’s eyes.

Leon was the first to break the silence, a bright, genuine smile breaking across his face. “I still want my vacation.”

Chris laughed. “Any chance I could join you this time?”

“That depends. Are you gonna buy me breakfast when I get out of here?”

“I’ll take you to the best breakfast joint I know if you’ll have me.”

“Then it’s a date.”

| Next-> |

[ultfan]

@the-ultimate-muses continued from this ask:

This...he was still dreaming, right? He hadn't actually woken up at the end of class handcuffed to Nagito, courtesy of a little imp named Hiyoko?

The headache pounding behind his eyes may as well have screamed No.

This is what he got for letting his guard down, his mind still fuzzy as the bell woke him from his short nap. He hadn't noticed the weight at first, until lifting the shackled hand to rub sleep from his eyes. It took a long moment of staring for Kazuichi to register what he was looking at, that evil little cackle of Hiyoko's enough to strike fear into the heart of anyone who heard it.

Well...maybe not anyone. But Kaz certainly felt a shiver along his spine when he heard it.

His question of "Hiyoko what the fuck?!" Had been loud and shrill, it making his own ears throb in protest as the short chain was rattled. Her answer had been another laugh and a series of taunts that ultimetly led to an: "I don't know, I thought it would be fun."

Fun.

He had so much shit to do, and she chose now to have her fun?!

Kazuichi was muttering to himself now, free hand running through his unrully hair, his hat having been knocked to the floor in order to carry out the nervous motion.

"Okay, okay this is fine. This is fine! She won't give us the key, but maybe...I...can...cut the chain! Yeah!" He was a mechanic! He had tools!! "C'mon Nagito, we're going to my garage!" No doubt his eagerness to cut him loose was misconstrued as not wanting to be around Nagtio, when in reality it was born of panic from his long list of work he'd been assigned. Not schoolwork, no; work work. Of course everyone at the school brought their cars to him! Who wouldn't take advantage of the Ultimate Mechanic? And on top of that was the list of shit he had to fix for the school itself, and he wasn't even getting paid! He was too scared of what might happen should he refuse any request made of him by staff of the school.

"Okay this is fine, it's all gonna be fine."

Why did he have a feeling it wouldn't be fine?

                     komaeda had let this happen without a single complaint. it's not as if he had fallen asleep in class — sure, he was a little confused... and it's not as if he was eager to be handcuffed to someone... but it was an interesting situation to be in. he let her do this out of pure curiosity and nothing else. how would souda react? what would he do?

                     the yelling did cause him to flinch due to the volume; he hated loud noises. and, unfortunately for him, souda was a very verbally expressive person. it could be worse, though. and he would be lying if he said he didn't find some amusement in all of this as well.

                     ❝  your garage?  ❞ cutting the chain could probably work, but there is some apprehension as komaeda is encouraged along. up and out of his seat, looking to souda to lead the way. normally it would be right about now when komaeda would praise souda for his resourcefulness! of course the ultimate mechanic would find an easy way to cut through this minor inconvenience.

                     instead komaeda finds himself hesitating — anxiety beginning to swirl around inside of him. he hadn't thought this far ahead when saionji had locked them together... but souda is the ultimate mechanic. to be stuck to him means that they'll have to be around lots of tools and machinery, huh?

                     with his luck... that's a recipe for disaster.

                     ❝  hey, souda-kun...?  ❞ surely, though, someone like souda would never fall victim to his horrific luck cycle. he was a symbol of hope; far stronger than someone like komaeda. it would be ridiculous to think the luck of someone like him would even be able to scratch someone like souda. even still... ❝  how cluttered is your garage?  ❞

[smhtaehyung]

shy on the sly (jjk)

chapter 4: falling into wrong hands

masterlist

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: smut, comedy, summer camp au

warnings: eventual smut, oral sex, awkward kissing and oral sex, horny jk, masturbation, voyerism, inexperienced!kook, awkward conversations. (slowburn?) dirty talk, perverted fantasies, shy jk, maknae line ft. Hobi, summer camp alternative universe, swearing, underage drinking, thigh kink, scent kink, kinks all round, masturbation in shower, public.

taglist: @mwitsmejk

summary: jungkook finally asks for your help. His inner instict is dragging him down. After a big fall out, Y/N seeks for revenge.

wordcount: 4k

THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER

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Jungkook was nervously pacing around the living room. It really iritated his friends.

"What happened to you? You look horrible today." Taehyung commented, scoffing to himself.

"What? I'm fine!" Jungkook clearly lied but Taehyung had no patience to ask further. He wanted to have fun today.

The music that was playing wasn't helping with Jungkook's loud thoughts. It also didn't help with his sleepy brain. He just wanted to rest, but felt his nerves push him to insanity.

And then Y/N came. And he felt even worse. Those three soft knocks on the cabin door made Jungkook approach closer, but he did not open it. Jimin was faster.

Jungkook felt a sudden heatwave wash over him. He hated how tired and fucked up he looked. He hated that this all managed to ruin him like this in such a short amount of time.

"Hey." Y/N smiled at Jungkook, clearly expecting the same tone and vibe back. Jungkook however just waved, no smile. She noticed his tired and puffy eyes. She wondered what happened, but couldn't grasp upon the idea. Her smile soon flattened, and she was now in the same overthinking loop as Jungkook. It really was contagious.

Jimin noticed it, trying to ease the tensions by joking. "Jungkookie, this will help you. Don't be so sad." He pointed at the whiskey bottle that was left from the opening dance. Jungkook forced a smile out, nodding. He was being way too quiet.

Y/N sat down on the couch, joking around with Taehyung. He sat by her side, making her giggle. He really made her relax.

Hoseok turned on the music, immediately vibing with it. Jimin looked away from Hae in panic, who was sitting on his lap, to look at the time.

"Hyung, lower the volume down a little bit. I don't want counselors to come." He bit on the inside of his cheek nervously.

Hoseok, groaned, aware that Jimin was right. He lowered the volume.

Hae was getting quite comfortable in Jimin's lap, and as much as she looked involved with the situation with him, he came across as a bit distant. Y/N didn't want to tell Hae, hoping she was being truthful when she spoke about fucking him and not getting attached.

Jungkook was still parading around being the only one who didn't take a seat down. Taehyung tried to help him out not to look so awkward.

"Yah, sit down." He patted the empty seat next to him. Taehyung had a plan. But at the time, he thought Jungkook was in love with her, so he played the Cupid role. He didn't know that Jungkook was, at the time,  in love with a perverted fantasy.

Regardless, Taehyung had a plan of making Jungkook feel relaxed in her company, planning to go 'dance' or switching closer to Jimin on the sofa, leaving those two alone on the couch.

Comedically enough, Y/N was sitting at the same spot she sat at the afterparty, only a different cabin.

All the cabins had a very similar or the same interior. The boy's cabin, however, was quite messy though. Their couch was covered with t-shirts, some dirty, some clean. Their speakers were quite expensive so the sound and the bass quality beautifully filled the silence. Even when the volume was lowered down.

Taehyung didn't have patience though, so as soon as he stopped having a conversation with Y/N, he stood up.

"I'm gonna go dance." He pointed at the guy and a girl she met at the party at cabin the first night.

Y/N nodded, but soon gulped hard once catching eye contact with Jungkook, who still sat on the edge. He had the same uncomfortable reaction as her.

The both sat in silence, listening to the conversations between the rest. Y/N shot a look his way and he immediately noticed it, catching eye contact with her.

"Are you okay?" She raised her eyebrow.

"I'm fine." He shyly whispered, looking down. He wasn't so confident anymore.

"You look horrible today. But, you're still cute." Y/N's sweet tone made Jungkook keep shyly looking down but with the biggest smile on his face. He hated attention like this but secretly loved it.

The way she eased the tension of the room really helped Jungkook relax. Someone had to do it.

Y/N moved closer to him and he seemed to not mind it, actually, he pressed his upper arm against hers, their thighs slightly touching.

"I kind of need to talk to you." Jungkook couldn't keep torturing himself anymore. There was no going back now.

"Okay." She got up, headed towards his room without a thought. She was way too stressed to notice that Jimin and Hae were inside already. Luckily, Jungkook stopped her.

"We can't talk there, Jimin and Hae are inside." Jungkook looked at her with panic still present in his big doe eyes.

"Let's go to my room then."

"Now?" He hated it because of the curfew.

Y/N, without a thought, grabbed Jungkook's arm and pulled him outside, walking in front so he'd follow her. As they walked down the slight hill, Jungkook couldn't help but to keep quiet. He only answered with yes and no to her questions, really worrying her. She had no idea what to expect.

They sneaked inside the cabin, not wanting to be loud because ChiChi was sleeping in the room next to Y/N's.

Jungkook tip toed until he was inside Y/N's room, barely making any noise. They entered her room. Jungkook still couldn't keep his eyes away from the floor.

"Why are you like this today?" He didn't react to the question.

"So, you go around kissing me and sneaking to my room and all that shit, and now you can't even look at me. What do you want from me?" She spoke directly.

"Nothing. I just like your company."

"If you just want to fuck with no strings attached we can do that. You don't have to complicate shit and play nice."

"I'm not playing nice. I'm just...I'm just..I need your help."

"With what?"

Jungkook took a deep breath, trying his hardest to use the words he thought of so well. The only problem was, he replayed his sentences so much inside his head that he barely managed to get them out without mumbling a lot. Still, Y/N found his mumbles and his lisp cute.

"I feel comfortable. Like with you. Both physically and mentally. And you're the only person here that wouldn't start rumors about me. Like you could keep a secret."

"Alright. I promise I won't say anything to anyone. Just tell me what is it?"

"Okay. Don't flip out though, I don't want it to come across bluntly...uhm.." He tried to collect himself, Y/N just sitting in silence pressed up next to him.

"I'm like...really bad at the sex stuff. And how will I ever get better if I'm afraid everyone at camp is going to find out all that stuff."

"I literally heard from around that you're really good at eating pussy." Y/N's chuckled in disbelief.

"Really? I'm terrible."

"Oh, so, you think they think it was good just because it was Jeon Jungkook and not the actual act?" She tried to understand him.

"Yeah, exactly." He nodded.

"Are you going to-" Jungkook turned his head towards her, but she was sitting so close that he instantly caught eye contact with her. She interrupted him with a kiss, placing a hand onto his soft cheek.

Jungkook seemed to kiss her more skillfully this time, not starting off sloppy at all. He really tried to adjust to her pace and technique, but felt his technique was superior to hers. He hated the way she was rushing into it. Y/N loved how good he kissed. Hell, she felt like a bad kisser compared to the way he moved and how he switched between tongue and just kissing so smoothly.

"You're kind of a bad kisser." Jungkook pulled away, shyly mumbling. Y/N gasped and slapped his shoulder.

"Then teach me." She scoffed, straddling his lap so they're both more comfortable. Jungkook obliged in the matter of seconds, feeling as if he finally has the power over her and not the other way around.

"Start slow. Just repeat everything after I do it. And just relax, when you want to speed up do it firmly." He whispered into her mouth, rising the sexual tension between them. She nodded, pecking his lips.

Jungkook put her hands around his neck.

"Play with my hair. I like that." He giggled, making Y/N bit her lip over how cute he was acting. But his kisses soon weren't so innocent. As soon as he started kissing her, Y/N took it slow and tried to repeat everything he did. And it really worked. The way their tongues played with one another made Jungkook very excited. He wanted to feel her tongue on his entire body. Naturally, he started getting hard. She was finally making out with him the way he wanted and she really was a fast learner. The sloppy sounds of their kisses filled the quiet room.

"Like that?" She pulled away, her tone very obedient. Jungkook felt slightly light headed, all the blood rushing to his crotch.

"Y-yeah." He stuttered, kissing her again eagerly. She smiled mid kiss, seeing this was working.

Jungkook started kneading her thighs, not breaking off the kissing which they both enjoyed so much. Y/N sucked onto his bottom lip, making him moan loudly.

"Shhh." She unhooked her teeth from her lips, putting a hand over his mouth. He nodded quickly, removing her hand from his mouth. Without a thought, he put her hand on his clothed hard member, staring into her eyes before kissing her again. She loved how daring he was. She thought of a different approach to rile him up even more though.

"First step of giving good oral - you need to be extremely horny." She rested her forehead against his, whispering softly.

He chuckled. "I think that's already done."

"I think we can still push it a little bit." She pressed her crotch against his, making his cock rub her clothed clit.

She started grinding her hips, kissing down onto his neck.

"Fuck." He rolled his head back in pleasure, moving her hips to rub harder against him.

Y/N let out a breathy moan, feeling the entire length and girth of his dick against her crotch. It excited her.

"Take off your shorts please." Jungkook whined, wanting to feel less layers between them so bad.

"Alright, we did step number one." She pulled away from kissing him, observing how needy he still was, jerking his hips up to feel her pressed against him.

"You're so mean." He chuckled in disbelief, trying his hardest to be quiet.

"I'll make you feel even better, I promise."  Her words made Jungkook light up. He was going crazy over how much she managed to rile him up. Y/N's panties dampened each second, Jungkook's well proportionate strong body and handsome face was making her melt inside. She was very turned on by him and how needy he was for her. Shy guys are always the most sexually frustrated ones - she suddenly remembered one of Hae's famous lines, but soon switched her mind to completely focus on him and how to savor the sensuality of the moment.

"But for now..." She started speaking, moving his hands to feel down her body, stroking her hips and thighs.

"Second step - I need to be horny." As soon as she stopped teasing, Jungkook flipped her over, hovering on top. He started kissing down her body before she even wanted to explain, but he was doing everything right.

He pulled her top down, revealing her black bra. He left sloppy kisses down her boobs and stomach, travelling down to her slit.

"Like that?" He shyly asked.

"You can be a bit rougher, you know." She put her hand on his neck, squeezing it. He pulled himself up again, hovering on top. He moaned again, the tight squeeze around his neck making his dick twitch. He loved girls in control.

Jungkook grabbed her hand and held it over her hand, gripping her wrist slightly. He put his fingers around her neck, squeezing and pushing down on her. She moaned, rubbing her clothed crotch against his twitching hard-on.

"Like that?" His tone was serious and deep, quite a sexy switch happening in that short moment. He realized he loved control as well, never being this rough with someone. He let go of her neck, kissing her mouth.

"Jungkook-ah." She moaned when the kisses reached her breasts again. He helped her take off her top, unclasping her bra with ease. He was so proud that he came across as smooth, but in his past, he definitely had some trouble unclasping the bras.

Her bare upper body was sprawled in front of Jungkook, his eyes growing darker and hungrier every second. Still, the way he manhandled her body switched between playful and dominant.

"Before I give you...uhh..instructions...I need to see how bad you are." She was sort of distracted with the way his head was lowering down until he reached between her thighs.

"Ugh, okay. I'll try my hardest." He acted quite polite, this playful but heavily sensual situation progressing.

Jungkook slid her panties off, almost drooling at the sight of her wet pussy, pink, pretty and ready for him.

He groaned, sloppily kissing up and down her lips. Once he reached up and felt her clit under his tongue, he started kissing on it too. He spat once, spreading the saliva with his finger so it gets even wetter. He loved how she tasted. And the raging hard-on in his pants was proof. Y/N always loved to see a guy loving oral, and she saw it in Jungkook too. He loved eating pussy but his technique was way too shy and sloppy. She breathed heavily, kind of turned on at the fact he tried so hard to make her feel good. He pulled away.

"So, what do you think?" He couldn't hold back his embarrassed smile.

"It's...you look hot and you look like you love doing it, but this time..." She adjusted herself a torso up, leaning against the headboard. Jungkook quickly moved up too.

"Point your tongue a little bit." She guided his head to her crotch, making him try again. He breathed out, burying his face in her pussy. He made a caring eye contact with her, really looking for her approval. He started kitten-licking her clit, his tongue playful yet fluidly moving.

"Yeah, just like that, fuck." She threw her head back in pleasure, really feeling a pleasurable sensation this time.

Jungkook tried his hardest to not change a single thing, really loving this sight.

"You can switch up a little bit, use the techniques when you make out with me." She finally realized a way to make him figure some tricks out.

Jungkook started making out with her pussy, kissing and licking her folds and clit. He was quite good. Y/N moaned slightly, not able to contain pleasure. It's been a while since anyone went down on her and Jungkook was definitely a fast learner.

He inserted a finger in, catching her attention immediately.

"May I?" He asked quite unfazed, putting his finger in and out of her pussy. "Yes, please." She whispered, fucking herself onto his big digit. He inserted another finger in, curling them up and immediately pumping. He hit her g-spot repeatedly, causing her to grow wetter. Sloppy sounds filled her room. Jungkook KNEW how to finger a girl. And she respected that. She was heavily breathing, loving the way how he kept his pace, his fingers doing wonders. She was fucking onto them, hard. Then, she started to get greedy, wanting his cock inside her.

Y/N stopped him and pulled him up to kiss him.

"Fuck! So you lied, you're good at it!" She loudly whispered, playfully slapping his cheek before grabbing him by his neck, pulling him closer.

"I never said I was bad at fingering." He giggled before kissing her, loving her cute side and the way she was able to switch from joking to moaning his name.

"I want you really bad right now." She stopped caring completely, grinding on top of him.

"Please fuck me." She moaned into his ear, kissing his neck hungrily.

Jungkook widened his eyes, he gulped hard and he once again felt that feeling as if he had gone into 'cardiac arrest'.

He was terrified. He experienced a lot of girls being so horny that they wanted to fuck him immediately. He loved the way he got Y/N to feel like that, but, he was still terrified of sex.

How could he disappoint her after getting her this excited? Jungkook was overthinking-hard. So, he wanted to run away once again.

"I gotta go." His famous line spoken out loud once again. He moved her off of him, sitting on the edge.

"What? What the fuck is wrong with you?" She whispered loudly again, completely baffled at what happened so suddenly.

"No. Sorry. But thanks for this. Helped me a lot." He stood up, tying his shoelaces.

Y/N was 100% sure that his whole shy persona was an act to get what he wanted. And in that moment he really disgusted her.

"You fucking asshole!" She now raised her tone, throwing a pillow at her. Jungkook was so caught up in bad thoughts that he didn't realize how bad the situation looked. It really seemed as if he used her just for that and left, not wanting to fuck her or do anything else than use her for his personal gain.

She was putting on her panties and shorts back.

"I'm sorry. I just I don't want to disappoint-" he tried to excuse himself, but there was no room for excuses in her mind.

"If you don't want to fuck me, someone else will." She stormed off leaving her room. He followed her like a puppy, calling her name.

He carefully closed the cabin door, rushing to catch up with Y/N.

"Stop, it's not like that." He panicked.

"I don't want to talk to you." She avoided his eyes, storming up the hill to 027.

"Please stop. I really didn't want it, like this- I." He was on the verge of saying it, but he just couldn't. Y/N ignored him all the way leading up to their cabin. To be honest, Jungkook could've said it or anything really but she blocked his voice so well that she couldn't focus on it at all.

She opened the door of their cabin, immediately running to one man. To Taehyung. Jungkook's face was filled with worry and frustration, slightly gasping in disbelief. Taehyung hugged Y/N, talking to her straight away. They really got along.

Jimin immediately approached Jungkook. "Hey, what's wrong?" He put his hand on his shoulder, leaning closer to him.

Jungkook kept his eyes fixed on Taehyung and Y/N and hated the fact they were already dancing and he was touching her waist a lot. It irked him.

"I gotta go." He started blankly at his door, walking away before even saying bye to Jimin. He looked at him with worry as Hae ran up to him, trying to ask what happened.

Jungkook slammed the door. He plopped onto his bed, feeling so overwhelmed with frustration. He wanted to cry.

Why does he always have to literally run away from any situation? He hated himself for it. He buried his face in his pillow, sighing to himself.

In the living room, Hae was observing how much Y/N was into Taehyung all of the sudden. Tae, slightly tipsy offered her his cup with whiskey, neat.

She downed it, feeling the effects almost immediately. It burned her throat and made her slightly lightheaded. She leaned on Taehyung, and he didn't seem to mind.

"Hey, I have an offer for you." She whispered into his ear. Taehyung smirked, loving the fact he was getting this much attention. And he really thought she was pretty. But didn't think beyond that.

"What is it?" His deep voice dared her.

"You want to fuck me like right now, no strings attached?" She pressed her hand against his cheek, whispering into his ear again.

Taehyung smirked. At camp, he'd often end up fooling around unintentionally with virgin girls and most times when he wanted to fuck, the girls wouldn't. They would be too stressed. But, he loved how blunt she was. It was attractive.

"Yeah." He agreed, letting her take his hand. Jimin rolled his eyes at the sight but burst in laughter over how ridiculous the situation was. "That poor bastard." Jimin face palmed. Y/N was guiding Taehyung to his room. Some boys started raising their voices, respecting Taehyung that he picked someone up so quickly and easily. Hae couldn't stop tapping her feet and did not approach Y/N because she looked like she were going to make a scene.

But Y/N did an act. Sure, she was attracted to Taehyung's looks and some parts of his whole charm. But for the most, she wanted to be loud. She wanted to get fucked. She wanted to get back at Jungkook. She was angry.

Taehyung was good. He was really good because the way she started moaning his name over again caused Jungkook's skin to crawl. The noise of the music mixed with her moans made Jungkook literally stand up to punch the wooden wall. His chest area hurt more than his fist. He sat back down, thankful nobody checked up on him. He wanted to be alone. He could even decipher her muffled dirty talk. And then he imagined it all.

His brain was invaded with the thoughts of Taehyung eating her pussy better than him, making her moan that loudly. Taehyung's groans were soon heard as Jungkook imagined the worst. Taehyung was by this point probably fucking into her roughly.

"Fuck Taehyung, you're so good." Jungkook heard Y/N again.

Jungkook came to a depressing realization that Taehyung was rocking her world. He hated that Taehyung was putting his dick inside of her and finishing what Jungkook started but was too afraid to continue. Jungkook hated how loud they were. Taehyung was slapping her ass, making her moan even louder. Everybody heard it, but Jungkook realized he was the only one who couldn't stand it because some people were screaming praises and joking.

Jungkook couldn't help it. He started crying into his pillow, hating what was happening. He wanted to run away for real this time, but couldn't run anywhere safe.

That should've been me - he thought over and over again.

"I'm cominggg." Y/N orgasmed hard, completely lost in the moment with him. Taehyung fucked her so good she didn't want it to stop. Jungkook absolutely hated the idea that Taehyung was kneading her thighs, being rough with them. All because of his overthinking mind. He wanted to touch her the same way Taehyung was. Jungkook wanted to have her. But he hated the fact of how irrational she was being.

He knew that she was trouble, but once again, couldn't resist.

NEXT CHAPTER

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A/N: Hopefully you like this fic so far! Sorry if any mistakes or typos slipped up.

Anyway, I love writing this fic so thank you for all the support 💜

[hornime]

home workout | bokuto koutarou x gn!reader

“i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

warnings: 18+, sub!bokuto, jealous!reader (i mean who wouldn’t be when bokuto, your goddamn boyfriend, is perceived by other people the fuck), also lowkey possessive!reader, lotsa licking and sucking, nipple play, some praise (from reader) and some begging, brief mention of dacryphilia, kinda soft at the end

w/c: 1.5k sheesh

a/n: bokuto brainrot has me in literal tears. him being completely clueless to people flirting w him cus he doesn’t recognize romance from anyone but you has me so soft. i luv this man w my whole heart !!!!! ALSO THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE BAKUGO FIC I JUST ABOUT SHIT MY PANTS WOOWWOWO

you weren’t an idiot. you knew that your boyfriend was attractive in literally every aspect of the word. he was sweet, patient, and kind, and what he lacked in academic smarts was made up tenfold in his emotional maturity and ability to read people. big and beefy, bokuto was all yours and all you wanted to stay trapped within his arms forever. unfortunately, to maintain the figure you adored so much and stay in shape for the volleyball season, he had to leave the four walls of your shared bedroom far more than you liked, having a daily obligation to spend a few hours at the gym.

once again, you weren’t an idiot. the few times that your work schedule and his training schedule aligned, you’d been able to work out together. and despite your knowledge of just how good-looking bokuto was and the fact that other people could perceive him (much to your chagrin) you were shocked at just how much people shamelessly flirted with him. 

cute girls with matching leggings and sports bras practically clung to his biceps, gushing about how strong he was and how he could probably pick them up with just one hand. their incessant giggling, mesmerizing hair twirling, and teasing touches pissed you off to no end, and you’d tug your boyfriend away before their breasts got too close to him for your liking.

something else you noticed was that, no matter how blatantly obvious the girls seemed to be, the guys were somehow worse, flirting through terms you couldn’t even understand. they compared deadlift weights, bicep curls, hip thrusts; you gritted your teeth thinking about whether they’d ever compared cock sizes in the locker room—you wouldn’t put it past those thirsty gym rats. sneaky bastards.

and bokuto, of course, was oblivious to it all. how could you blame him—he was so used to being adored! you knew that, to him, all of their praises paled in comparison to yours, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous. he was all yours—should be all yours—and you hated sharing him with the world.

you woke up saturday morning with a ringing in your ears, hand smacking the nightstand trying to turn off that god-awful alarm noise, bleary eyes barely able to focus on the text notification from your boyfriend.

[5:33 AM] kou: gm babe!!!! i didnt wanna wake u up cus u looked so peaceful! im heading to the gym rn. text me when ur up! love uu

[5:34 AM] kou: should be home around 9!! gym bud wants to show me something so i might be a little late for breakfast.

just to reiterate, you weren’t an idiot. for all the annoying flirting you noticed when you were with bokuto, there was no doubt in your mind that there must be a lot more when he was at the gym alone, which, unluckily for you, was most of the time since he was a freakin’ pro athlete and all.

you couldn’t prevent the pool of envy from swirling in your gut. gym bud? are you serious? who could that be? the girl with the arm tat or the dude with the dreads? no, maybe its that yoga instructor with the ass—

you shook your head, clearing your brain. you’d be here for hours if you went through everyone at that stupid gym that had ever shown interest in bokuto. the clock read 9:53 AM and the green flame in your body only burned brighter. just as you were about to call him and ask where he was, the front door slammed open.

“babe! i’m home!”

you silently put your phone down, teeth still clenching in jealousy. for some reason, hearing his voice only exacerbated the tension in your shoulders. you needed him. now.

“babe?” his voice creeped closer as he tread through the hallway towards the room. “you up?”

you peeked your head out of the doorframe, cheery voice masking your devilish intentions, “kou!"

his eyes brightened as he made eye contact with you and flashed his trademark smile. “hey! what’s u-” he took in the mischievous glint in your eyes “-p?”

you grabbed his burly forearm, yanking him behind you and walking towards him, forcing him to stumble and fall back on the bed. “wait! i’m all gross and sweaty,” he said, “gym showers were broke-”

“i don’t care. take off your shirt.”

“wow, someone’s eager. missed me that much?”

“watch it,” you glared. “i’m not in the mood, kou.”

he gulped at the dominance radiating from your voice, scrambling to take off the t-shirt that stretched between his pecs perfectly. with the fabric off and throw haphazardly to the side, he looked to you expectantly, the epitome of innocence.

your eyes wandered over his sculpted chest, the remnants of a soft sheen of sweat from his workout making it shine in the sunlight pouring through the blinds. your heart stuttered in your chest—he looked like an angel. coupled with the way with his bottom lip was tucked under his front teeth and the wide, anticipating look in his eyes, fuck. you almost smiled how blessed you felt in that moment, to see him in such a raw, alluring position, before a jarring thought caused your lips to twitch back into a frown.

everyone else can see him, too.

your eyes hardened. maybe they can see him all big and strong, you thought, but they’ll never get to see him like this: submissive.

and so fucking sensitive.

within an instant, your lips were latched on the soft spot above his collarbone, causing him to whimper in pleasure. you continued to travel along his throat, slowly working your way to the other side of his neck and crossing back to nibble at his adam’s apple.

you unexpectedly pulled away, drawing a short whine from him, before repositioning yourself so that you were straddling his outstretched legs. slowly, starting from the hem of his shorts, you dragged your tongue between the ridges of his abs, moving up towards his pecs, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and feeling the muscles tense underneath.

“fuck,” he groaned. as your lips puckered around one of his peaked nipples, he uncontrollably jerked his hips up, inadvertently rubbing his sensitive cock between your legs. overwhelmed by the sensation, he moaned. “fuck.”

“you taste good,” you muttered, grazing your teeth over his other nipple. “just wanna taste you all the time. you’d let me, right?”

thoughts muddled by just how good everything felt, he nodded mindlessly. “i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

you paused. raising your head from his chest, you made eye contact with him, so intense he almost closed his eyes to shield himself from the blaze burning in your dilated pupils. “why’d you stop,” he begged, “i want more. feels so good and i wan’ mor-”

“say it again,” you demanded. “tell me that you’re mine.”

his eyes, glossed over and prickled with tears precariously close to falling, squeezed tightly as he spoke, unable to control the growing volume of his voice. “’m all yours. always. all yo- yours.” he gasped as you resumed your movements, pinching the sensitive skin around his v-line while fervently leaving sloppy kisses on his chest. 

“good boy.”

he keened at your praise. another light touch to his cock combined with the passage of your mouth had him trembling, and his breath hitched as he cried out in warning, tears now flowing freely over his flushed cheeks. “m’ gonna cum, ‘m gonna, gonna cum.”

“yeah?” you whispered, lips brushing against his strained abs. “go ahead then.”

“fuck!” he whined, blabbering as you sat back and watched in awe of the beauty before you, a big strong man like him reduced to nothing more than a moaning mess. “fuck, fuck—you always make me feel so, s-so go-od, fuck i love you.”

with soaked shorts and an exhausted sigh, he dropped his head back onto the plush comforter of the bed. you flattened your palms on his quivering body, reeling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. he panted, running his fingers through your hair before nudging your face to look at him, staring at you with an expression of pure bliss and adoration. he studied you for a bit before declaring with a soft smile, “you’re the best. so fuckin’ happy that i’m yours.”

driven by affection, he sat up and reached his arms around your waist, snuggling his chin over your shoulder and mashing your chests, yours clothed and his naked, together. “kou wait!” you shrieked. “you’re all sweaty again! it’s gross!”

he chuckled. as if you hadn’t been spoiling him by licking it up just a few minutes ago. “you’re right. i‘m probably sweating more now than i was after my workout.”

at that, your ears perked up. “well maybe you should do home workouts more often then,” you teased.

“you’re right,” he repeated with a grin, “maybe i should.” if it meant more mornings like these, he’d forego the gym in a heartbeat. 

that night, he canceled his gym membership. after all, he reasoned, it’s offseason anyway.

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[bibbykins]

Double Date

A/N: Hello my dears! I'm not done with the Jin and/or Hobi confession yet but I did write this little flashback last week and think I'm finally ready to post it! This is the situation in which Jimin discovered MC's reaction to yelling, just to clarify. As always, please hop into my ask box and give me some of that lovely feedback!

Note: This is a flashback as part of the drabble series The Household's Bunny, which I recommend reading the installments of prior to this one

Word Count: 4.2k

Pairing: Soft Yandere! Jimin x Chubby! Reader

Warnings: Lying, fatphobia, usage of the word "fat" as an insult, talks of sex, yelling, vomiting, implied previous trauma, bad friend, loser date, verbal argument, implied stalking, yandereish behavior

Summary: On a double date was not how Jimin imagined your first date with him going. Let alone, a double date in which you both are with someone else. The torture of sitting next to his ex and watching you with another man was well worth it to see you up close. He could only hope you and his "date" don't mind his blatant staring at you.

Jimin often wondered how he ended up so stupid sometimes. From prodigy orphan to absolute idiot. It was a little tragic. Here you were, back from the hospital, a smile on your face, sitting across the table from him… and he was on a date with your friend Yoora.

Sure, Yoora was fine, but she wasn’t you. That’s why they had broken up in the first place. He just… didn’t like her. Of course, he omitted the fact was that he liked someone else.

You, on the other hand, were on a date with some lowlife he hadn’t even bothered to remember the name of. Yoora had begged Jimin to go on a date, to which he vehemently denied. He had dated Yoora and things fizzled out quickly, so he saw no value in going on a date again. He only budged with her begging when she said it was for you, who was apparently too nervous to be on a date alone with this other guy. He sprung at the chance to see you outside of class, something he could only hope Yoora didn’t notice. Although, Jimin couldn’t help but wonder why you would go on a date with someone you weren’t comfortable being alone with, but maybe he was just bitter you were going on a date with someone that wasn’t him.

You flashed Jimin a brief smile in between your chat with Yoora, making his mind go blank. Fuck, you were so pretty. You wore a simple white turtleneck with a brown plaid skirt and brown loafers with white socks to match. You looked unbelievably cute, even against the aged neon fabric of the chairs at the bowling alley. Not that your date appreciated just how divine you looked, hardly paying you any mind, instead looking around constantly and only really responding to Yoora.

Not that Jimin was being much better to Yoora. His eyes were constantly fixated on you, but both you and Jimin unaware of this blatant fact. He hadn’t been this close to you outside of the classroom in… well, basically ever. He watched with hearts in his eyes as you bowled your second gutter ball. He laughed as you bowed cheekily before returning to the table right as your date went to bowl.

“I’m so full!” Yoora exclaimed as you sat back down, the pizza you both agreed to share only having two slices out of it as you reached to make it a third, “I don’t know how you can eat more than one slice, y/n! Good for you.” She giggled obnoxiously as your moves faltered in setting the pizza on your plate.

Jimin’s eyes landed on Yoora’s form for the first time in the whole night with a displeased look. Her form shrunk under his sharp glare and any future taunts she had planned died on her tongue as you searched for the words to say, “She’s just keeping herself nourished for me, aren’t you babe?” Your date spoke with a slimy voice as he slid in the booth next to you and Jimin watched confusion fill your face. Jimin’s smile noticeably dropped.

"It's a little silly to imagine everything she does is for you, no?" Jimin gave your date a pointed look, all with a smile on his face, as your date also shrunk, nodding awkwardly.

The most input your date ever gave to you directly was about how hot you were or to chide at your poor bowling skills. It was a little painful watching your smile fade throughout the date, and Yoora joining in to try and make you feel even worse wasn’t helping. Jimin couldn't imagine a scenario in which any of this would make you happy, and he just couldn't hold his tongue the entire time.

“I’m just hungry.” You shrugged, figuring Jimin was just being a gentleman in lightly scolding Jihoon, “I eat when I’m hungry, hence the pizza.” You spoke simply as you took another bite. You knew what Yoora was doing. Passive-aggressive slights to your weight in front of romantic partners were not shocking to you in the slightest.

This was why you didn’t want to go on a double date with Yoora. Sometimes she was nice and funny, but other times she was like a mean girl straight out of a teen movie. This was why you considered Yoora more acquaintance than a friend since she only talked to you when she had no other friends around. This dynamic was fine enough since you hadn’t made any friends in college, so having someone to interact with was nice enough, but you drew the line at her getting this intimately involved. However, she insisted she should bring herself and Jimin along for your safety. You had joked you’d like to see Jihoon try to carry you away to kidnap you, but she didn’t laugh.

It was ironic that your weight was only funny when she was making the joke.

Yoora shrunk a bit as she watched a smile grace Jimin’s features again while you ate, “I’m gonna use the bathroom.” She spoke hurriedly out of nowhere and you gave her a small wave.

Your date resumed his survey of the building before his eyes caught sight of something and went wide, “Shit, a friend from my bio lab is here.” He murmured quite loudly before turning to you, “I’ll be right back.” He spoke in a similarly rushed tone as he made a bee-line to the restroom.

You gave Jihoon a weak smile, waving him away when you realized he didn’t even look at you for a response before getting up. Well, there goes another liar. Last night it was, “Baby, you’re so beautiful. I could see myself marrying you. Let me take you on a date and then we can come back to my place and seal the deal.” You were no longer so naive as to think a simple handjob would make Jihoon a romantic, but you did hope it would be enough motivation for him to reciprocate with skill. You hated liars, especially liars who do it to get into your bed. On top of that a horny liar with no skill.

Jimin noticed your date dodge the line of vision of his friend and sneak to the bathrooms and frowned, “Why is he going to the bathroom if his friend is right there?” He mused to himself.

“To hide.” You sighed, making Jimin jump, shocked you heard him. You looked up and saw his confusion before sighing, “He doesn’t want to be seen with me, so he’s going to the bathroom.”

Still short-circuiting from the direct eye contact he was making with you, he sputtered, “Wha- Why would-”

“Look at me.” You poked the sliver stomach between the hem of your top and the top of your skirt. Jimin admired the plush skin before snapping himself from the trance.

He shrugged, “I am, and it makes even less sense.” He finally had the determination to hold eye contact with you without his mind going into overdrive and right as you opened your mouth to respond, your phone vibrated.

You looked down at it with a frown, “Yoora wants me to meet her outside.” You mumbled, before looking up at Jimin, “I don’t think I was supposed to say that to you.” You looked at him with a sorry look, “I’ll be back.”

You pushed the front doors open to see Yoora standing with her arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently as she looked around, as if she didn’t send you the text message a mere minute ago. She caught sight of you and her eyes went wide before settling into a smug gaze, “Ah, there you are!” She smiled and it was sickly sweet, “I wanted to tell you Jihoon and I are leaving.”

Ah, she must have been looking around for his car to come around. Well, that’s saving you the awkward conversation of rejecting him, so you shrugged, “Okay.”

Evidently not wanting the nonchalant reaction you gave her she scoffed, “Seriously? You have nothing to say?” For some reason, Yoora would sometimes make it her mission to push your buttons, usually, this was by making you flustered, so you’re not sure what happened to spur on such unadulterated malice.

However, you didn’t really have the energy to dissect it so you shrugged a little more incredulously, “What is there to say? No?” You scoffed, “You guys are consenting adults, you both made a choice-”

“God, you’re so annoying!” Her increase in volume made you jump and also caught the eyes of fellow students and unaffiliated customers just trying to have a night out.

Nevertheless, you blinked wildly, “Me?!” You guffawed, “You’re the one that brought me out here to tell me you’re ditching me and your date?” The whole thing felt so ridiculous.

“Yes, you!” Her hands gestured to you wildly, “My date is oogling you and so I decide to seduce yours and you just say ‘okay’?!” Her volume was increasing and you could feel a familiar nausea pooling in your stomach, “Let me be pissed at you for stealing my date!”

“It’s not my fault I’m hot, nor does that make you less hot.” You countered, not really believing it was you Jimin was interested in, but more so Yoora he wasn’t interested in, “He just doesn’t like you. You said you knew that.” You pointed out, making her falter because you were right. Yoora told you Jimin wasn’t interested in her but she was trying to change that despite your words of caution.

“You? Hot? You’re fat!” Ah, there it was. She was evidently running out of sound reasons to be mad at you but was still not ready to just face the fact that she felt shitty her date looked at the fat girl more than he looked at her.

You couldn’t contain your laugh, “Oh, no shit? I am?” You mockingly looked down at your form, which only seemed to fan the flames.

“Just get fucking mad at me!” She shouted, wiping the smile off of your face

You sucked your teeth, “Stop yelling. You know that yelling makes me-”

She rolled her eyes before losing her mind, “What do I know about you?! You won’t even tell me why you were in the hospital-”

Now you were getting really queasy and annoyed, wanting this to end because at this point she was just yelling at you to feel like less of an asshole, “Because you’ll just tell everyone, and it’s not their business- or yours for that matter!” You felt a little bad criticizing her gossipy nature, but you knew you were going to puke any minute now.

“I’m your friend!” She spat, ironically, in a rather unfriendly manner

You scoffed, “You’re going home with my date!”

This seemed to catch her off guard, almost, almost, making her realize she was simply being an asshole, but she stuck to her guns, “He-He doesn’t even like you!”

“And yet, if we’re such good friends, you’re still going home with him to what? Prove a point to me?!” You were exasperated as you heard his obnoxious car pull up behind you, “I know now he doesn’t like me, that’s what the date was for!” You were beyond tired as you watched her eyes dart between you and the red Mustang, “But now I know that you don’t really like me either.” You sighed and this made her sight settle on your form, her gaze significantly softer.

“Y/n…” Her voice was lower, surrendering.

“It’s fine. You’re not required to like me.” You insisted, “I just wish you wouldn’t lie about it.” This time, you felt a little hurt at your own words, but the bile in your throat wouldn’t give you much time to reflect on it, especially as Jihoon honked his horn, like the gentleman he was, “Well? Go on.” You gestured to the obnoxious car as Yoora got in with her head down.

Not even bothering to wait for them to drive away, you ran to the alley on the side of the building with a hand clasped over your mouth. The moment you made it to the dim-lit hallway of brick, you puked your guts out. The bile burned your throat, but you could still feel a careful hand pulling your hair back ever so gently as another hesitantly rubbed your back. The touch was calming and void of judgment. You figured someone assumed you were drunk and was used to being a hero. However, when you were finally done and stood up, you were faced with the most sought-after man of the Arts department.

“Are you… okay?” Was the first thing that came out of his mouth and you had no real energy to be all that embarrassed. Vomiting took all the life out of you almost every time.

You simply turned back to look at the mess you made and cringed, “Oh shit.” You spoke slowly, “I should clean that up.” You sputtered.

Jimin merely smiled and shook his head as you turned back to him, “It’s an alleyway, come on, someone will just make a worse mess in an hour.” He handed you a water bottle, “Go ahead and rinse.” You looked at him with pleading eyes, his looks were more than enough to make you feel flustered. He seemed to read your eyes as he turned around.

“Thanks.” You spoke up after you rinsed, “But-”

“Let me drive you home.” He waited to hear your footsteps behind him before pressing onward.

He ignored your protests the whole way to his car, brushing them off with a wave of his hands. You had figured it was just him being cool, but the reality was that he was mentally hyping himself up. Now with his anger at Yoora and your date dissipated, he was back to a bumbling mess when it came to you, even if the nagging worry of what could have happened to you to make you throw up at yelling was an ever-present weight he took on his shoulders. The girl of his dream would be in his car, sitting right next to him, and that was enough to make him short-circuit. His face was getting redder and redder just thinking about it. Not that your polite and melodic voice insisting you can just take the bus helped any. Surely you had to know how beautiful you were? He never doubted you knew until today, and the notion made him frown but also, thankfully, calm down.

By the time he opened the door for you, any hints of redness on his face were obscured by the cloak of night over the sky and the dim street lamps. You gave him a short smile and he had to fight a squeal in his throat. Instead, you were met with a strained look, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he even liked you or if he was just being kind. You entered your address on his phone and he feigned looking at the route as if he wasn't familiar with the area. He then texted one of his housemates a name and a license plate number for information and wordlessly began driving.

You simply looked out the window as he seemingly studied his phone, not wanting to make his possible dislike of you worse. Although, you would prefer him not to like you at this point. You were kind of over people “liking” you by now. Jihoon had done no less than confess his undying love for you mid-orgasm and you were ashamed to admit how excited that had made you feel despite the emptiness that could be felt in the air. You had convinced yourself that could just be how love felt. How would you know any otherwise? Part of you knew you were deluding yourself, even if you would never know what love felt like, you knew it wouldn’t feel like that. It wouldn’t feel like the bittersweet taste of settling for less than you deserve in exchange for an escape from the all-consuming loneliness that surrounded you no matter who you hooked up with.

“I’m, uh, sorry Yoora did that to you. Jimin blurted out, making you look to him and making him clench the wheel.

“It’s not your fault.” You reassured him, “The whole point of the date was to see if this guy actually ‘loved’ me, or even liked me for that matter.” You couldn’t stop yourself from talking, “That post nut clarity must have made him realize he’s a huge liar.” You couldn’t hide the bitterness in your words before you took a breath, “So, how much did you hear?”

“I walked out when I heard her calling you fat.” He stumbled against the words, clearly uncomfortable even repeating Yoora.

You hummed, “Yeah, well, I guess you’re all caught up.” You looked back out the window and Jimin could relax ever so slightly, “I don’t know how I can make her feel threatened. She’s so… loveable.” He frowned at this, “I know I’m pretty, but that doesn’t make me loveable.” He wanted so desperately to say you are loveable. If you weren’t, what had he spent the last year doing? He wanted to slam on the breaks and finally tell you how captivating you are in more ways than one, but the fear of misstepping caged him into his spot as you continued on, “If there’s one thing I know, it’s that no one is obligated to love me.” You seemed to be letting all the exhaustion hit you, not even bothering to stop yourself, “It’s okay. I have the next best thing, sex.” Even you seemed to be unconvinced, “Maybe if I ask everyone for sex I’ll feel as content as Jihoon.” You seemed to be getting more and more upset as you dwelled on the topic.

“Why haven’t you asked me for sex then?” Jimin wanted to slam his head on the wheel and call it a night when he heard his voice speak what should have been an offhand thought.

You giggled a bit at this, relieving Jimin a bit, before shrugging, “I don’t want to use you like I let people use me.” You blew a breath, "You called my bluff. I don't wanna use anyone."

“Why do you let-”

“I, too, get horny and lonely.” You laughed bitterly, “People just lie to me that it’s something more when it’s not. Thank goodness I’m a psych major, or else I might believe them each time.” Judging by the melancholy in your words, Jimin doubted you didn’t not believe some of them, and the notion tore his heart in half. However, he was so pinned down by his fear, he couldn’t conjure the words needed.

“I mean, there are people out there who would like you and not just your body.” He spoke and he swore he was breaking a sweat by now.

You shrugged again, unconvinced again, “I’m glad you never asked me for sex.” You murmured and he glanced at you.

“Why?” Was he not your type?

“Because I think you’re a good person,” You gave him one more smile as he pulled up to your apartment complex, “and I’d like to keep thinking that.” You placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, “Thank you, for everything tonight.” He merely nodded in acknowledgment, throat strangled with a million emotions as he watched you go into your apartment.

Jimin let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding and drove, as if on autopilot, and let his head plop lightly on the wheel, “Pathetic display, Jimin.” He scolded with a strained voice. He hated this about him. He hated that each time emotions got too real, each time he could not hide behind a charming smile and playful banter, he would choke up. He had been a dance prodigy since birth, since getting scouted by a private school, since Mona adopted him for his career to go even further. And yet, he couldn’t confess to the girl he’s liked for over a year. Instead of staring, he wished he had just asked if you were okay.

He had never imagined you would be nearly as lonely as you felt. Anyone on campus would look at your smile and assume you were doing peachy, but by now, with his observations, he could see when you were faking. Why had he never approached you more to make you smile for real? Why did he remain complicit in fuckers like Jihoon and Yoora’s plight to make you feel less than the perfect girl you are? Who had instilled such an intense reaction to yelling in you? How many times have you thrown up in an alley alone because of the people who knew how to use someone as caring as you? Maybe if he had sat down and eaten that cookie with you, he would be driving the both of you home together.

He wondered if he would ever get the chance to do so at this point.

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“...Jimin?” Your voice snapped him from his thoughts as he looked at you, all dolled up and a little sweating from performing your final for the class he was your TA for, “You still here?” You giggled as you waved your hand in front of his eyes. You had been the last one to perform, so you figured his brain was fried from watching dozens of dance performances.

His smile grew with yours as he caught your hand in his, interlacing your fingers, “Yeah, I’m here, just got swept away in your performance is all.” He responded cooly and you rolled your eyes mockingly, “I’m serious, it was beautiful.” He brought your hand up, placing a kiss on your palm.

“Well, I had a wonderful training buddy.” You interlocked your fingers behind his neck as he laced his fingers on the small of your back. The PDA made you feel giddy, like a girl in her first relationship showcasing her wonderful boyfriend to the world, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

He studied your face, your form, your everything for a moment. He basked in the glory of having someone as beautiful as you within his reach at long last. He thought back to each practice session and each kiss that came with it and couldn’t help the glee that spread in his chest. The glee was only further amplified by the very emotion on your face and he couldn’t fathom how he ever lived with himself seeing a fake smile on your face most days.

“You know I love you, right?” He blurted, making both of your eyes widen. Had he seriously just done that? Had he seriously confessed his love to you while the rest of your dance class waited to be dismissed? The air was still before he spoke again, “Could you do me a favor and beat the shit out of me?” He asked, making you giggle. Your joy was contagious and he found himself laughing too, in spite of the millions of emotions at confessing his love so suddenly.

You couldn’t fight the smile on your lips even if you tried. There was something so weightless about Jimin’s love, yet so meaningful. Where Yoongi had been intense and passionate, Jimin was bashful yet honest. It was this floaty feeling that made you lean up to his ears and whisper, “I love you too.” You beamed at him with a genuine smile and his heart soared.

“You do?” He asked excitedly, “You don’t have to, you know?” He reassured you and you could only chuckle.

“Oh well, if I don’t have to…” You joked as you moved to pull away from him, but he pulled you closer.

“I take it back- You have to.” He hurriedly spoke, “If… If you mean it.”

You nodded, a blissful smile on your face as you leaned up to kiss him, “I mean it, and it’s really nice being able to know you mean it too.” You whispered in his ear and in a moment of pure joy, he lifted you and spun you around, not caring about who saw or stared. You squealed at this, enjoying the moment of careless affection. He set you down with a slow kiss and you couldn’t help but melt into his form.

“You ready to go home?” He asked with a gleeful tone. You nodded excitedly and watched with hearts in your eyes as he dismissed the class with his hand in yours. He was always happy to display your relationship, even telling the professor in case he didn’t want Jimin grading your work. He announced it to the class with a blissful look and posted you all over any and all social media accounts he had. He had never been more proud to have someone by his side, and it made you emotional more than once. He held your hand in his as you walked to the car, swinging your arms just to hear your melodic laugh.

You checked your phone as Jimin closed the car door when you got in, “Oh, Hobi’s flight got delayed until tomorrow and Jin has to stay late tonight.” You mumbled, deep in thought for a moment, “And everyone else has something going on, so I guess it’s just me and you for dinner. One last night of freedom before you have to be busy too.” He placed a hand on your thigh as he drove and he'd be lying if he said he didn't have to mentally hype himself up to do it each time.

“Do you want to pick up dinner or just cook at home?” He asked cooly, masking his sheer glee at the domestic implications in his question.

You hummed, “I can cook something if you want,” You noted before a mischievous smile grew on your face, “My love.” You teased the pet name, making Jimin brake abruptly as he was getting out of the parking spot, his arm holding your body back from pushing forward. You gasped before you dissolved into laughter.

“Hey! Are you trying to make me crash?!” His face was beet red as he lectured you about car safety and how words can shake his whole world the whole ride home, and you had never been more enchanted by a flustered lecture in your life.

Eventually, he was finished lecturing you and the car was filled with laughter and light quips. He wondered how he ever lasted this long without you by his side, but he was glad he would no longer have to.

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when he’s sick headcanons

note — can you tell i was in a francisco morales mood when i wrote this? also, i’m incredibly soft. i just wanna hold them :’( also also send me your  own headcanons!! i wanna hear ‘em!! big love <3 - nat

MANDO

- he doesn’t know how he survived all those bouts of sickness alone when you step in to help him for the first time

- his body aches, and not the usual after-bounty-capture either

- his head is foggy, he can feel the sweat in his helmet, and his breathing is hard

- he can’t tell if it’s coming through the modulator, but when you bring soup up to the cockpit for him, he knows you know

- he takes it gratefully, knowing that if there was nobody else here he would have just gone to bed to sleep it off, dinner vetoed for the night

- your cold fingers wrap around the back of his neck, moving his cape as you do so, and he melts into you

- he doesn’t know that he lets out the smallest whimper when you do this, and it makes you want to tear off his helmet, pull him into your arms, and hold him until he’s better

- but you can’t, so you settle for a hand on his neck, and the tilt of a helmet when he drinks the soup in front of you, as requested

- he definitely has a fever, and maker knows what else

- so you tell him to get some rest, that you’d watch the ship and get him if anything went wrong

- you supervise him down the ladder, just in case, which he finds funny and sweet

- you wish you could squish into his bunk with him, but you don’t want to invade on his personal space, especially while he’s hot and sick

- you you settle into the cockpit, the ship on cruise control, and you check on him every once in a while, keeping grogu occupied and quiet while he gets some well deserved rest

EZRA

- you knew he would get it

- right after you recovered from your illness, he started displaying symptoms of the same one you had just gotten over

- shortness of breath, fever, aches, lethargy

- he had taken such good care of you, so it was only fair that you’d do the same in return

- resources were sparse and quarters were cramped on the green, but you did what you could to make him as comfortable as possible

- his feverish back was pressed up against your chest in a cot designed for one after he’d stripped down to his underwear to avoid overheating

- he really enjoyed you being the big spoon sometimes, and now was one of those times

- when he got too hot from your shared body heat though, you would sit on the floor next to the cot and stroke right behind his ear to get him to fall asleep

- you made sure he ate as much as he could keep down, and you gave him all the fluids you could spare for his speedy recovery

- it broke your heart to see your usually verbose boy so quiet and in pain

- he muttered fever nonsense to no one and whimpered in his sleep

- you moved your cot directly next to his in order to keep a close eye on him

- but you knew that with time he would heal, and that as soon as he started talking to you again he was getting better

FRANKIE

- he sweats through the sheets next to you in the early hours of the night

- you’re the one who wakes up first, and you honestly thought one of you had wet the bed because of how much liquid there was

- but you realize that it’s frankie, back drenched and sweating out whatever flu he had acquired from whoever he had gotten it from

- you wake him from what seemed to be a not great dream anyway, and when he realizes what happened, he apologizes, groggy from sleep and illness

- “no, no! i’m not mad, frankie, you just can’t sleep in this sweetheart. you’ll get more sick. how are you feeling?”

- he curls up deeper under the covers and you get out of bed to kneel next to him

- your hands card through his matted, sweat soaked hair, and you wipe the drops from his jaw

- “do you want a cool shower, baby? you’re soaked.” you suggest, but frankie is so out of it

- he was fine last night, you remember

- sure he didn’t eat dinner, and went to bed early, but you thought maybe he had a late lunch and a long day

- now, helping him out of bed to the shower, you understand that it was early onset symptoms of whatever he was battling

- he pressed heavily to your side and you’re nervous as you strip him down and get him into the tub

- he sways, and you’re not sure what you’ll do if he passes out, or hits his head, so you sit him down, take off the shower head, make sure the water coming out is room temperature, and you run she showerhead over his overheating body

- you’re careful not to get any water in his face and ears, and you don’t wash his hair, just his body with a gentle soap

- you figure this is one of the only times frankie will let you take care of him like this, so you milk it for all it’s worth

- you blow dry his hair on a low setting, just in case he has a headache, you change the sheets of your bed, you lay him down on his side and you bring him close to your chest

- which is how he falls asleep for the next few nights until his illness eventually subsides

WHISKEY

- he curls up in your lap on the couch as soon as he gets home from work, which is how you know something’s wrong

- but you ask him anyway

- “i don’t feel so great, sugar,”

- which scares you, because did he get drugged? is this just a regular illness? is this like a biowarfare mission gone wrong?

- you leave him to get the thermometer, and when you come back, he’s got sad eyes looking up at you that just break your heart

- turns out, it’s not biowarfare. just a fever of 100.4

- you slip your hands up the back of his shirt and it’s so warm, along with his forehead

- he moans weakly at your touch, worn and tired from his extensive mission that day

- he’s definitely been overexerting himself

- as you settle back onto the couch, he settles into your lap again

- you let him rest for a while, but not after long, you realize he’s fallen asleep, and you’re stuck there for god knows how long

- you turn the volume down on the tv just in case, and you stroke behind his ears and you play with his fingers

- it’s best to just let him sleep it off, and you're not opposed to letting him do it on your lap

- you imagine there are statesman resources you can use to help him, but if he’s feeling better after he’s slept it off, then maybe you won’t need to misuse them

JAVIER PEÑA

- you scared the shit out of him, knocking on his door like that

- in your blinding rage, filled with thoughts like “how dare he take the day off to bang hookers, to recover from his hangover, to generally be a hindrance to the fucking DEA,” you had not pondered the possibility that THE javier peña, was sick

- he’s pulling on a t-shirt just as he opens the door, wearing pajama pants, and it startles you to see him so disarmed and casual

- his eyes and nose are red, his hair is disheveled, and he looks... exhausted

- “wow, you look like shit."

- “i feel like shit,” he says, walking away from the door, sniffling

- you take this as an invitation in, and close the door behind you

- he collapses back onto his couch, where you assume he’s been all day, and wraps himself up in a thick afghan blanket

- his hands shake the slightest bit as he opens his lighter to ignite his cigarette

- you take a seat next to him and help him with his lighter, and he nods his thanks to you

- “you’re gonna be late,” he mutters, taking the cigarette from his mouth and blowing out smoke into his apartment, coughing it out halfway

- “i’ll call out,” you offer, eyes wandering up his blanket clad body

- he closes his eyes and lets his head rest on the back of the couch

- “go in. i’m just gonna sleep it off anyway,”

- you lean in close to him and press your hand against his forehead and he freezes, staring at you

- you run your hand down his neck and feel his warmth, and he melts into your touch just a little bit

- you offer to only call out for a few hours to get him settled and make sure he doesn’t die or something, and he lets you, simply because he knows his illness will only get worse

- when your time is up and you have to go back to work, javi’s eaten, gotten some fluids in him, and taken some pain meds

- you let him know that he can call you if he needs anything, and before you even walk out the door is sleeping contently on the couch

MARCUS MORENO

- you find out he’s sick when he calls you, and asks for a favor

- “hey, can you do me the biggest favor ever?”

- he’s super congested. at first you think it might not be him because of how grainy his voice is

- “i hate to do this to you on such short notice, but would you be able to pick up missy? i’m not feeling too hot right now.”

- when you make it back to their home, it's very clear why he thought he wouldn't be able to make it

- he's curled up in bed, tissues piled on his nightstand, trying to get some sleep, but clearly failing

- he notices the two of you come in, and you quietly usher missy away to her own room to entertain herself while her dad tries to get some rest

- he thanks you for picking up missy, and you tell him you'd be there for him whenever he needed you to be

- you make a special phone call as you care for marcus, keeping his curtains closed and running your cool hands up and down his back and shoulders until he felt like he could fall asleep

- you let him know that you'll be right back, that you were going to pick up a few things for him and that if he needed anything at all, just call

- knowing your chicken noodle soup skills were rusty, your special phone call had been to marcus' mother's house, where she had tupperware containers full of soup waiting for you to pick up for him

- when you get back to his house with pain meds, gatorade, and the soup, marcus is passed out in bed

- you don't want to wake him up, but you have a hunch that he hasn't eaten all day, so you whisper his name softly and lightly shake him awake

- he's so grateful and only eats a portion of what he normally does, but anything is better than nothing

- and you don't want him feeling even more sick as a result

- you end up eating the incredibly nostalgic and rich soup with missy at the table and talk to her about your day while marcus gets some sleep

MARCUS PIKE

- it's only when you get home from work that you realize something's wrong with marcus

- he's asleep on the couch

- which would have been fine, if you had worked overtime, or had gotten out late, but it was only four thirty

- plus, you two had planned on going to see a movie you he was excited about tonight in theatres and maybe grab dinner after

- the tv plays lowly in the background, and he hasn’t changed out of his work clothes yet

- he startles when you close and lock the door, and rubs his temples, eyes squeezed shut in pain

- "marcus, are you okay?"

- "yeah, i'm fine." he tells you, and when you mention the date, he looks shocked that he forgot about it

- "oh my god, you're right. i can’t believe i forgot, i’m so sorry babe, i'll get ready right now."

- you tell him it's no biggie, but he insists

- after you've taken off your work clothes and showered quickly for your date, you realize the two of you are most definitely staying in

- he's promptly fallen back asleep on the couch, and he looks adorable

- you put on your pajamas and he does too, and you settle into the couch behind marcus, flipping through channels with him

- he says he doesn't care what you watch, as long as it's not too bright or loud

- so you choose some old black and white movie with the subtitles on

- normally you're the one between his legs, as he rubs your shoulders and plays with your hair

- but this time, he's curled up into you, his back pressed up against your chest, his head tucked into your shoulder using it as a pillow

- you figure you didn't really want to see the new movie anyway, and decide takeout and casablanca was a better way to spend your time with your sick boyfriend

MAX PHILLIPS

- a big baby

- but he IS a vampire and DOES NOT get sick, which slips your mind completely when you come home after some overtime and find him paler than usual on the couch, his head in his hands

- you try to get him to tell you what’s wrong, and he refuses, but he caves when you sit down next to him and start stroking his head, and playing with the hair at the base of his neck

- he tells you that after the whole vampire fiasco with the company, he was set for a while, and has been feeling great, but he hasn’t had human blood in so long that it’s made him weak

- he gives you a sad puppy dog look, and you know he’s being an asshole about it, but you hate to see the dark circles under his eyes or the color his skin turns when he’s like this

- so you oblige, but you give him STRICT instructions to follow, otherwise you won’t do it again

- don’t take more than a pint, don’t leave unnecessary bruises, if you use your safe word he has to stop immediately, and he has to make it as quick and painless as he possibly can

- he nods enthusiastically, and pulls you into his lap

- he nuzzles into your neck, and grabs your chin, anchoring himself to you

- he blows softly on your skin, and presses hard kisses to the area to get your blood flowing and disarm you

- which isn’t fair because he knows your neck is so sensitive

- it’s a sharp prick when he ejects his fangs into your body and you stop moving completely, your hand fisting at his shirt, just listening to your breathing and his soft moans echoed against your skin

- out of habit your rub soothing circles into his back, more to sooth yourself then anything

- minutes pass, and you start to feel light headed and are about to tell him to stop when he pulls away, grinning ear to ear at you

- he’s back on your neck in seconds though, licking and sucking the leaking blood from the small holes he’s left in your skin

- now that, that feels much better than the bloodsucking that was going on originally

- you jump when he presses soft kisses to the sensitive area along your throat and dives a hand between your legs

- looks like someone’s feeling better already

MAX LORD

- tries to power through it as much as he can with pain killers and cough syrups, but after he almost passes out at dinner after a week of symptoms, you beg him to take at least a day off to recover

- that morning, his hair is a mess, he missed a button on his shirt, and his tie was uneven

- he was about to put on two different colored socks when he begrudgingly obliges

- you unbutton his shirt and help him take off his tie

- it’s easy to bring him back to bed after that, and you let him hold you from behind like a teddy bear, no matter how uncomfortable his arm is shoved under your neck

- usually he likes to be held, but he can feel his own back burning up, so he decides to hold you instead

- he whimpers in his sleep, plagued by fever dreams and his traumatic past

- so when he wakes you up in the middle of the night, something he so very rarely does, you’re concerned

- “i’m sorry, for waking you, i just... i just need... you... i want—“

- it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out he needs a hug

- you hold him and rub his back until he falls back asleep again, in your arms

- when he wakes up with a killer headache, you fight to keep him in bed again, rubbing his temples and pressing kisses to his forehead

- he falls back asleep in less than five minutes

- needless to say, one more day off couldn’t hurt

OBERYN MARTELL

- it’s not often than he gets sick, surprisingly, considering how close he gets to so many different people

- when you arrive at his chambers that morning, the guards seem keen on not letting you in

- you argue with them, but they insist oberyn didn’t want anyone in there

- you call them out, obviously upset and visibly frustrated when his doors creak open and you see him, in a robe, hair messy and pressed down to his forehead

- he quietly tells the guard to let you in, and you’re a little confused

- he sits down on his bed and looks up at you with guilty eyes

- “apologies, my love, but I don't want you to see me like this”

- you scoff and roll your eyes at him, moving in front of him

- you take his head in your hands, and he stares up at you

- “apology accepted, but i’m offended, my prince.”

- he scrunches his eyebrows and presses his chin to your stomach

- you run your hands through his hair and he brings his hands to your waist

- “you think mere illness could keep me away? keep me away from you?”

- his confusion melts into a small smile, and he lets his head rest against your belly as you pull him into you

- “can i get you anything, oberyn? wine, medicine?”

- “no, my love. just you is enough for me.”

PERO TOVAR

- wants to be left alone for the most part

- grumpy in general, and it doesn't get better when he's sick

- he'll let you wipe a cool cloth over his forehead and neck, and doesn't complain

- he says he doesn’t want you there because he doesn’t want you to catch what he has

- you know, survival rates are low for things like this at this point in history

- but really, like oberyn, he doesn’t want you to see him weak

- he’s afraid it’ll ruin your image of him in your mind

- william asks you to get some rest, as they can’t afford to risk more days at the campsite with sick travelers

- so you oblige, keeping your distance from pero, but you stay vigilant

- you stand guard for him for most of the night, listening to him breathe, watching his chest rise and fall, until you eventually fall asleep too

- but you’re up early, with the rest of the men, except pero, who sleeps well into daylight

- the rest of them take off, desperate to find something for dinner, but you stay back with him, stroking his forehead, a gentleness that’s rarely ever been afforded to him, listening to him ramble half in english, half in spanish, but he has your full attention

- it would be a rough few days until he recovered, but his muttered thanks and appreciation for you was more than enough for you to do it all over again if he ever needed you to

[dorimena]

Hello hello! Your blog is beautifully constructed. I hope there will be more dom reader blogs like yours in the future. If you aren’t busy could I please have g/n reader brat taming Bakugou or Shinsou? I’ll leave it up to you to decide. Remember to drink water!

Hello! Thank you! (´ ω `♡) I chose Bakugou, but I might do something similar for Shinsou later on huhu~ And thanks for the reminder! I hope you’re hydrated as well! ╰(*´︶`*)╯

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; bakugou katsuki

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 1.5k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; gender neutral reader, impact play (not too hard though), brat taming, crying, mentioned overstimulation, implied edge play, paddle, dom!reader, sub!character

��𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; sex toy (cock ring), lowkey headcanon Bakugou being into impact play, some aftercare before round 2, mentioned safe word (cues like the traffic light colors), aged-up character, Bakugou is 18+

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; I hope you enjoy it notwhatiseem. I might’ve had to do some investigation, as I was unsure if my plan on how the story was going was a correct, or as correct, portrayal. Maybe in the near future Mr. Paddle will make a comeback-

𝕸𝖗. 𝕻𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊

“Baby boy! What has gotten into you today?”

You scold Bakugou as he glares at you from the couch, arms crossed and body relaxed on the cushions as he tries not to show how his anger is making his body tremble.

Unlike you, because you’re quivering in anger, in utter disappointment with the stunt he decided to pull during the Bakusquad’s monthly game night.

It was a fun time, a casual time and place where everyone could leave behind their prohero responsibilities before somehow being dragged away to missions, patrols, paperwork, all the glorious hero work.

But Bakugou decided that this very night, in the very moment Kaminari ‘accidentally’ placed his hand on your thigh, that he’ll be a brat. A jealous brat, which is worse than his usual bratty behavior.

But he isn’t usually a brat? It’s confusing and a whiplash for you, not really expecting to punish him after months of him being so obedient, so nice, so docile with you and everything you wanted or needed.

“Answer me, Bakugou.”

Okay, that made him furrow his eyebrows in worry, wondering if he’s crossing a line, but that already happened the moment he began sassing back at you and insulting you. Not even playful banter, it was just outright rude and degrading.

He went against opening his mouth or talking in general, just huffing as he slouched a bit more into the couch, as if he wants the cushions to swallow him in or maybe he’s trying to keep riling up your mood.

“Sit up correctly.” You snapped, halting your pacing as you standing in front of him, hands on your hips as you take in his sitting position. He’s barely such a slouch; he’s taking this too far.

Or maybe you got too used to him being such a sweet baby boy that you forgot just how impatient you can sometimes get.

This is one of those times.

“You’re not gonna talk?”

He shakes his head. Well, at least he answered, but his posture remains the same.

Sighing, you leave the living room and head to the bedroom, rummaging through your closet to find- aha!

Bakugou, in the meantime, is trying not to let his nerves get to him, not wanting clammy palms and possibly causing more harm with his reactions. All he can hear is stuff being moved around in your shared bedroom and then hearing a small shout of victory.

But for what- wait, why the fuck did you take that out?!

“Alright, baby boy. I hope you remember Mr.Paddle. He will aid me in your punishment.”

No, no! Anything but the paddle! You’ve never used it, at all. Even if there were some close calls, you still never had it anywhere near his skin, or him. It was a gag gift you gave him out of the blue.

“No!” Bakugou yelled, getting on his feet as his arms fell on either side of him, eyes wide in shock and slight fear. How hard could you go with that? How bad will it hurt?

But your amused chuckle seems to make him even more confused. Aren’t you angry at him?

“So you speak when threatened, but not when spoken to nicely? I told you to sit correctly-”

“I will!”

“Baby boy.” Oh he’s done it. He interrupted you just as he was kind of redeeming himself.

Well, shit.

“I’m s-sorry…” He trailed off, slowly sitting down on the couch as he never loses eye contact with you, waiting to see if you’ll finally use the paddle or you’ll continue trying to talk things out.

But you made a good point: why does he only speak up when threatened with punishment instead of avoiding all of this anger?

“Baby boy. Today you’ve gotten bold with your actions and your words. But you’ve been terribly rude with Kaminari! Isn’t he your friend? What did he do wrong?”

You do know, but you wanted to hear it from him.

But Bakugou kept his silence, fidgeting on the seat as he battled his inner, mini Bakugous about the pros and cons of speaking up and answering.

The main pro is that he’ll be given attention.

The main con is that that attention will be given with the paddle.

Well, his pride be damned.

“He was touching you! I hate it when other people do!” He spoke out, voice raising in volume just a bit at the end, but he shyly whispered, “you of all people know how jealous I can get.”

“Oh~ so baby boy was jealous?”

He groaned, covering his face with his hands before taking them away in a flash, grimacing at how sweaty they are and how sweet it smells.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, goddamn it.”

“Language.”

He grumbled, pouting as he looked at you again, slowly averting his gaze to the paddle as it just stared back at him.

Why does he feel like even if he spoke, he’s going to get that touching him?

He was right after some time, his body moving forward with every hit you landed on his ass with the paddle, a cry of the number he’s on leaving his mouth as more drool lands on the bed, more tears wetting the sheets, more precum falling in stringy drips on the sheets.

He can’t even come to care about the rapidly dirty sheets, or even come to think about anything really. Not with how every smack he receives, the hornier he keeps getting. The tighter his hands grip the bed sheets, and if he were at least conscious with his actions, he would’ve heard fabric tearing up and smell a bit of burning.

Is he into this? Has he always been into this? Well, yes. But he didn’t think taking the paddle instead of your hand would be so much better.

God, please-

“H-harder! Please! H-hardeeeeer- ugh fuuuuuuuck.”

You snicker before rearing back into a serious expression.

“Excuse me? You’re not allowed to speak, baby. Keep counting.”

Bakugou groans before it ends in a sob, a weak ‘68’ coming out as you land the last spank on his bruising ass and a small ‘69’ squeaks out of his throat as he falls forward, face resting on a nearby pillow. And if you somehow catch his hips gyrate slowly against the bed and small, hoarse whines leave his body, you decide to ignore and let him come down from the high the way he usually does.

You’re quite surprised at how he hadn’t used his safe word, or any safe cues, within the spankings, and actually asked for you to go harder. But his bruises are enough to make you feel kind of bad, just a bit.

“You know,” you speak, throwing the paddle on the floor before rounding the bed, squatting to look at his tear stricken, blush decorated, sweat sticky face, “I knew you were a slut for impact play, but I didn’t think it’d be this much.”

Bakugou just mewls weakly, voice lost in his trance as he tried recollecting any thoughts of his, especially the coherent ones so he could speak. Even if they’re just curse words.

“Sh-shitty y-y/n…” He blinks a couple of times, trying to unblur his eyes with the tears that seem to stubbornly stay on his lash line.

“Th-think tha-at be ‘nough? Hah… y-yer cute.”

Blinking yourself, you stare as you shake your head. So he wants to act difficult today, huh?

“Oh baby, baby, baby. All you had to do was ask nicely instead of being mean to your friends. You know I would do anything to keep you happy, to please you.”

You reach to pet him, scratching his scalp as soothing as possible, watching as his eyes slowly come back to being sharp, the fuzz lingering leaving as his mouth twitches into a smile, a relaxed, serene smile as his once tense body slowly melts into the bed, the small shudders from the intensity of the situation for his body slowly disappearing as he lets out something close to a purr.

How cute, he thinks he’s off the hook.

“Since baby boy isn’t satisfied with what I gave him, guess I’ll just have to fuck the brattiness and attitude out of you, hm?”

You slowly lift your hand, standing up as you go back to the closet, leaving him with enough time to gather his thoughts back together and come to realize how you’ve tricked him, how you’re not even done yet, how he’s still gonna get punished.

But, he loves overstimulation? How is that punishing?

“Oh! Forgot to mention: you’ll be wearing this until I feel like taking it off, okay?”

And in his line of vision is his cock ring, the horrible toy that vibrates in teasing tempos and makes him pathetically cum, humiliating him. God he hates that fucking thing.

He growls lowly, as if he’d have a threat ready between his teeth, but then you flipped him over gently, the coolness of the sheets soothing his ass as you flick one of his nipples.

He whimpers, puffing his chest out more for you to keep playing with.

“What’s your color right now, Katsuki?”

“Green m-master.”

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 310: A Tale of Two Kacchans

Previously on BnHA: Flashback!Deku was all, “hey, you know what sounds like a good decision? Abandoning my studies at the safest place in the country so that the bad guy who wants to find me and kill me has literally nothing standing in his way of doing that.” All Might was all, “I fucking knew you were going to say some bullshit like that so whatever, but I’M COMING WITH YOU and I’m also going to invite the Hawksquad to come with us, mostly so that I can steal Jeanist’s car.” Jeanist was all, “okay fine you can borrow my car, All Might, but only if you wear jeans.” All Might was all, “okay sure” and he wore jeans and also sunglasses and a leather jacket and it was pretty rad. Anyway so now they’re out there fighting crime and hunting down the LoV and stuff, and absolutely none of it is going to end well, I’m just letting you know now. But I guess we’ll let them enjoy it while it lasts.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “happy belated Kacchan’s Birthday makeste, here’s the flashback you really wanted at long last,” and proceeds to pull the old vestige flashback out of the kitchen drawer and upend its contents all over my Friday afternoon without the slightest bit of warning. OFA III is all “WHAT’S UP I’M JUST SOME GUY, HELLO,” and okay?? Hello yourself. OFA II, on the other hand, is all, “okay yeah I have different hair and stuff, but I’m like 98% sure I’m either Bakugou or his goddamn twin, I mean look at me.” Which, yeah. I looked, and he really is though you guys. Anyway though, so he and OFA II basically just showed up in the First (who goes by Yoichi now)’s prison cell one day all “HEY THERE, WE’RE HERE TO SAVE YOU, APPARENTLY, ALTHOUGH WE SEEM REAL CONFUSED ABOUT IT TBH BUT HEY.” And so they saved him, and Yoichi was all “hey nice to meet you do you want to join my super-exclusive Saving The World Club”, and so they did, and then the chapter ended lol. I would have said yes too.

oh my sweet lord?? I didn’t realize we were getting a color page this week, but LOOK AT THIS

this could have been a fucking volume cover. I’m almost mad that it wasn’t, lol but I mean fkldjslklk just look at it??! Horikoshi out here spoiling us and making sure we’re well fed since next week the manga is on break for Golden Week. well this will certainly help to tide me over. hot damn look at those colors

so now it’s raining on some dumb building in the middle of somewhere

is this where the Hawksquad has set up camp for the night? or are we actually cutting back to the League? that’d be unexpected (but not unwelcome)

ffff nevermind dammit it’s just more random citizens under attack

feels like this is the third or fourth scene we’ve had of civilians being Under Attack since this arc started. I mean no offense, but I think we get it by this point. it’s the end times, etc. etc. we’re well aware that things have gone to shit

so apparently these two guys are facing off against a girl with a mutant quirk. and she’s telling them that she’s not a monster and she was just scared, oh shit. I believe her btw, you can see it in her face

but these assholes don’t believe her at all and they’re pointing what looks to be some type of support item gun at her

you know what’s interesting, is that this kind of random quirk discrimination is the exact kind of thing PLF and the like were swearing up and down they’d put a stop to with their glorious revolution. it’s almost like those guys were completely full of shit. huh

so yeah, fortunately for this woman someone is stepping in and intervening before she can be blasted to bits by this trigger-happy asshole for absolutely no fucking reason

looks like a hero actually stepped in and saved her?? but no that can’t be, heroes are the ones that ruin everything and make everything worse, or so I understand. lol where did all of this sarcasm come from out of nowhere dlkdsjlk I’m sorry guys I just suddenly got swept up in the hypocrisy of certain people’s philosophies out of the blue idek

anyway so it is of course Deku saving her, and now he’s trying to talk thess jerks down all diplomatically instead of just kicking their asses, which is certainly a choice

MOTHERFUCKER I’M

fucking impossible to miss the real world parallels here. shit. this woman nearly died for her crime of Walking While Having A Mutant Quirk huh. and meanwhile Deku is just letting this guy scurry away and even letting him keep that fucking bazooka of his, like, ????

fucking hell she’s crying!!

lmao this chapter is actively trying to make me mad now huh. that’s some genuine righteous anger I’m feeling on behalf of this fictional ferret lady whom I only met two minutes ago. girl you are not the one who needs to explain herself here!! you didn’t do anything wrong holy fuck. everything about this situation sucks so much

fkKJKLMMMHFGH

“I’m sorry I made you upset, please enjoy this panel of tiny!floating!Deku hefting this lady’s massive beach umbrella up for her like the fucking gentleman he is” well okay then thank you sir

and JUST LIKE THAT the tension is broken and I’m entirely incapable of taking the rest of this conversation seriously because Deku’s trying to be all calming and authoritative, but now the illusion has been broken because I know he only comes up to like her knees

“well thanks again for saving me young man. I’ll leave you to it, I’m sure you’ve got more important things to do like protecting your Lucky Charms cereal from all those greedy children”

oh hey All Might

you wouldn’t have just let that guy with the bazooka just walk away to commit more attempted murders would you?? man

OH MY GOD DEKU IS IMMEDIATELY DITCHING HIM AGAIN

I ~CANNOT STAY HERE~ oh, well, sorry to keep you detained I know you’re busy

dfslkjlk oh my god

fucking told you Deku didn’t pack any food lol. it’s literally all notebooks in that bag you guys. he couldn’t just leave them all in his dorm room when he left, because what if someone tried to read them and came across one of the pages where he absentmindedly doodled Kacchan’s name surrounded by little tiny hearts oh gosh

AWWWWW

I needed this Horikoshi. thank you for this wholesome soul-cleansing interaction after all of that bullshit earlier

so now Deku’s climbing up this tall building to eat his lunchbox more dramatically. Tokoyami would be proud

and Banjou is saying that society right now is just like in The Good Old Days (read: bad old days) when quirk society was even more of a mess than it is now

which is exactly how AFO likes it, no doubt

so now Deku’s having a whole conversation with Banjou seemingly out loud lol, weird. and he’s basically saying that they don’t have any clues as to where TomurAFO and the League are hiding right now, and none of the Tartarus escapees they’ve found knew anything either

mmmmmfmhm, marge simpson noises

but you think you can?? you, alone, by yourself?? you think you stand a chance?? I just need you to think this all through a bit more kid

Deku it is NOT JUST YOUR RESPONSIBILITY ALONE, PLEASE REALIZE THIS ALREADY. YOU MAY BE THE CHOSEN ONE, BUT EVEN THE CHOSEN ONE NEEDS HIS FRIENDS BY HIS SIDE GODDAMMIT

and of course my pleading is all in vain, because he’s a fictional character who can’t fucking hear me, and also because I’m pretty sure there’s only one character who is going to actually be able to get him to hear reason here. I’ve been saying it, and I’ll keep saying it lol. so until then I guess I’ll just have to be patient

anyway so it appears we’re segueing into another flashback??? HORIKOSHI PLEASE GIVE ME SOME BAKUCRUMBS BEFORE THE TWO WEEK BREAK, I BEG YOU

dlKSDJLFKWJELKGHSLGKLEKJLFKHLGK

YES, THANK YOU, I KNOW WHERE THIS FUCKING IS LOL, IT’S NOT LIKE I’VE BEEN OBSESSED WITH FINDING OUT WHAT HAPPENS IN THE REST OF THIS SCENE OR ANYTHING LMAO. BUT ANYWAYS DON’T MIND ME, YOU WERE SAYING??

oh my god oh my god I’m not readyyyyy, but also FUCK YEAH I AM SO FUCKING READY LOL LET’S DO THIS

YOU GUYS

I’M ABOUT TO STEP IN THAT ROOM AND YEET ONE OF THOSE FUCKING CHAIRS AT YOU ALL

NOOOOO

I’M ABOUT TO GRAB BANJOU’S GOGGLES AND STRETCH THEM OUT AND SNAP THEM BACK SO THEY SMACK THE SHIT OUT OF HIS FOREHEAD!!! IT’S WHAT HE DESERVES!!! I’M ABOUT TO MOVE TO JAPAN AND GET A JOB WITH DOORDASH AND FIND OUT WHAT HORIKOSHI LIKES TO ORDER FOR LUNCH SO I CAN BE THE ONE TO DELIVER IT SO THAT WHEN HE OPENS THE DOOR I CAN FINALLY ASK HIM “HEY WHAT THE FUCK” IN PERSON

AHHH NO EVERYBODY SHHHHH STOP TALKING!!!!

SOMEONE PLEASE TELL THAT PERSON SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS IN THE BACKGROUND TO SHUT THE FUCK UP, OH WAIT, THAT’S ME

(」゜ロ゜)」 щ(゜ロ゜щ)

LOL THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE!!! LOOK AT YOU!!! YOU’RE NOT KIRISHIMA OR SHINSOU OR IIDA IN A WIG OR ANYBODY LOL. YOU’RE JUST A DUDE. BROOOOO ABOUT FUCKING TIME, WHAT’S GOOD

I CAN’T SCROLL DOWN AHHHH BUT I HAVE TO BUT IT’S TOO INTENSE AHHHHHHH

I CAN SEE THE TOP OF HIS SPIKY HEAD, IT’S FINALLY THAT TIME AHHHHHHHH OKAY I’M GONNA DO IT HERE GOES

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

IT’S HIM. IT FUCKING REALLY FUCKIGN IS HIM OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. WHY AM I SO SHOCKED LMAO I’M THE ONE WHO’S BEEN SAYING THIS THE WHOLE DAMN TIME LMAO. OH GOD. O H MY FUCKING GOD

well okay then sir. so are you an ~ancestor~ or a Kacchan from another timeline or so what’s your deal then

YOICHI WHO IS YOICHI

YOICHI ALWAYS KNOWS WHAT’S UP. LMAO WHO IS YOICHI

(ETA: I’m going to punch myself in the face lmao. he’s Yoichi. he, the First. that’s his name. name reveal at long last what what!!)

MORE IMPORTANTLY SHOULD I BE IMAGINING NOBU’S VOICE RIGHT NOW BECAUSE LMAO I AM ANYWAY BUT YEAH

(ETA: I actually think he’s going to end up being voiced by Nobuhiko whether he ends up being Kacchan or not, just because it fits right in with the general “identical in almost every way” aesthetic he’s got going on.)

TUMBLR HOW WE LIKING OUR ANGSTY ALTERNATE UNIVERSE KACCHAN?? EVERYONE HATED YOU SO MUCH BEFORE THEY EVEN MET YOU, BUT THEY FORGOT TO CONSIDER THE POSSIBILITY THAT YOU MIGHT BE HOT LMAO WHAT A TWIST

“some bright-eyed brat” oh come on. IT’S GOTTA BE HIM LOL

oh my god you all are probably TIRED AS FUCK of all my screaming but I’M SORRY IMMA HAVE TO DO IT ONE LAST TIME BECAUSE...

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

that face. that expression!! THE FACT THAT HE’S OUT HERE OPENING DOORS WITH HIS FEET, LIKE HOLY SHIT!! JUST ADMIT THE JIG IS UP ALREADY

and so they really are the ones who busted First out of his jail cell huh

so how did they know you were in the room?? why did they come and break you out?? and how, pray tell, did they know to get you to transfer OFA to them?? hmmmMMMMMMMM

oh MY GOD

you guys. oh my god. it’s too much. every last bit of it lines up exactly with the Bakuverse theory sdkjfj I’m short-circuiting. it’s really fucking happening oh my lord

HELLO SEXY ALTERNATE UNIVERSE KACCHAN WITH HIS SEXY FUCKING SCAR, FUCK YEAH WE REALLY ARE EATING GOOD THIS CHAPTER

HELL YEAH WE’RE GOING. WE’RE GOING FULL SPEED YOU GUYS. LMAO I’M SO FUCKING HYPED RIGHT NOW I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF WEFKJLDKFFFF

SO, EVERYONE, LET’S RECAP. -- ACTUALLY NO, I STARTED TO WRITE UP A LIST, BUT I IMMEDIATELY REALIZED IT REALLY JUST NEEDS TO GO IN ITS OWN THREAD. SO I MADE IT AND POSTED IT, AND NOW I’M FINISHING UP THIS HOT MESS OF A RECAP POST. SO NOW WE’RE BACK TO THIS ONE FINAL PANEL OF DEKU EATING HIS KATSU ALL SERIOUS

YES SIR. YES SIR, WE GOING, FULL SPEED AHEAD, WHATEVER, IDK WTF IS HAPPENING BUT YES!!

lol, anyways so as I said in my other post, mysterious sexy guys with tragic pasts are what bring us together as a fandom, so whatever your thoughts are on the rest of it, let’s just rejoice in that. it’s what we deserve

[lilithbasically]

*Minors DNI*

Bakugo x Reader

Kirishima x Reader

Requested by @eternaljooni

Based off the TikTok audio "Don't Cry Just Sing it With Me"

Song: The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls

Warnings: none just the fluffiest fluff that could fluff

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Bakugo

He knew you'd had a hard week with how your bosses had been harping on you. He knew it was made even worse by not being able to spend time together. His patrol schedule mixed with your work only left time for "good nights" before succumbing to unconsciousness and quick kisses in departure in the early mornings. Bakugo was always extremely attentive to your needs, nothing ever got past him and he hated seeing you so down. He decided to do something about it.

Friday night finally made its appearance, much to your pleasure and you were looking forward to having the next couple of days to spend with the very loud love of your life. For now, though, all you wanted to do was take a nice, long bath and cry about the week you had.

As soon as that thought entered, it was swept away by the front door bursting open revealing Bakugo, your favorite snacks in hand, striding over to you. "Let's go, woman. You've had a shit week so I'm gonna make it better and I'm not taking no for an answer," he declared, grabbing your hand and pulling you out the door to urge you into the passenger seat of his car. Reaching over you to buckle your seatbelt, he pressed a kiss to your forehead before running to the driver's side.

Your nerves were still shot from the hellacious week you'd had and that just made your emotions shift that much closer to the surface. Seeing how excited he was to make you happy, your breath hitched in your throat when you thought about just how much you loved him and how he showed you how much he loved you. Tears sprung to your eyes before you could push them down and you quickly wiped them away but, as we know, nothing gets past Bakugo Katsuki.

"Baby, don't cry just sing it with me," he yelled, sending you a rare, reserved only for you, full smile. Turning the radio up enough to drown out your thoughts, you both started singing.

"Throw it awaaaaay," he pointed to you.

"Forget yesterdaaaay"

Together, "We'll make the great escaaaaape..."

Your mind free from any lingering weight, you finally noticed where he'd taken you.

Wrapping his arm around you, pulling you into his side, leaning down to whisper, "You think I can do it, Princess?"

You smiled and nodded, "Get it, 'Suki," you giggled.

Handing you his cotton candy, you watched as he walked up to the strongman game, confidence rolling off him in waves.

You both may have had to run away through the carnival laughing all the while, because Bakugo may have blown it up when he couldn't ring the bell. He didn't regret it though. Seeing the smile back on your face and the light sparkling in your eyes made it all worth it.

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Kirishima

"Kiri, I'm so worn out. I just wanna be done already."

"I know, babygirl, but you're so close. Just one more test tonight and then you're done with finals. And I requested the weekend off so it's just us for a few days, okay?"

"Uggghhh, okay, Eiji. I'm gonna keep studying, I'll see you tomorrow."

What you didn't know though, was that Kirishima already knew this was going to happen. You'd been stressing out about finals for weeks and now that it was at the end, you were burnt out. He couldn't stand to see you so defeated so he was gonna fix that.

Knocking early the next morning woke you from your slumber. Knowing you weren't a morning person, Kirishima was ready. You opened the door greeted by your loving boyfriend holding coffee and donuts with his signature megawatt smile on his face. Handing you your coffee with a kiss to the corner of your lips he said, "Get ready, babygirl. Pack a weekend bag and be prepared for the most fun weekend of your life."

"Eiji where are we going?"

"Nope! Not telling you until we're almost there. Don't give me those puppy dog eyes, it won't work this time. I'm standing firm. Oh, but pack a swim suit," he said, a giddy tone in his voice.

When everything was loaded into the car, you started your journey. Listening to music, playing games, talking, and sharing sweet brief kisses made two hours fly by. Kirishima turned the music down, looking at you from the corner of his eye, he said, "Okay, we're close enough. I may or may not have, but definitely did, rent a beach house for the weekend for us to get away."

When you didn't say anything, his initial reaction was to be worried you didn't like it but when he looked over at you and saw your smile with tears forming in your eyes, he knew you were just overwhelmed with emotion. And he knew exactly how to pull only happiness from you, selecting the song you'd both belted out together hundreds of times before.

"Don't cry, babygirl, just sing with me!" He smiled at you before pressing a kiss to your hand and turning up the volume to obscene levels.

Yelling out the lyrics like you both do every time, you sang together, "We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs and they'll think its just cause we're young..."

The beach house was gorgeous, as expected. Even more gorgeous when the sun started to fall over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of red and orange. Kirishima looked at you, enamored with how beautiful you are and in awe of how lucky he was to have you, happy that the stress had melted from your features in such a short time with him.

You may have hug-tackled him into the shallow waves of the ocean and pressed kisses all over his face to show your appreciation.

Yeah...you were pretty fuckin lucky.

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General tags

@fatbitchgeek-blog @totally-not-bakus-hoe @sunflowers-rae @whatever-the-fuck-i-dont-care @kirishimasgirl

[hlizr50]

You Belong with Me

Azriel and his brothers are high-power executives, and while the Valkyrie ladies always attend the fancy dinners and events, Gwyn is NOT wealthy and is the only one who isn't attached to someone who is. When Gwyn volunteers to take Azriel to the cabin early to prep for their big family/friends vacation, they have a conversation about how she might have to cut back. Add in banter and hours of Gwyn unabashedly belting Taylor Swift, and Az realizes that not having her around is just not an option.

Guys... I've never cared for AU, never been big into song lyrics. But my soul just needed this to be a thing. So here it is.

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“You sure this thing is gonna get us there?” Azriel’s smug grin only earned an eyeroll from the redhead on the other side of the car, opening the driver’s side door.

“Just put your shit in the trunk and get in the car,” she huffed across the weathered blue of the roof. He chuckled, slinging his suitcase into the trunk as the door slammed – maybe with a little extra force. He loved poking at her, and he knew she would dish it right back. After closing the trunk he returned to the open door on the passenger’s side and lowered himself into the well-worn leather seat. “You know not all of us are fortunate enough to be high-level executives at multi-million dollar companies. But rest assured that this historical document restoration expert and her 16-year-old Toyota with 154000 miles are going to get you to the cabin safe and sound. Because you insisted on getting there a day early to make sure everything is secure.” Gwyn deepened her voice, giving him her best Azriel impersonation. And maybe he was being a bit… overzealous. But he had always been the most keenly aware, the most protective. He may have been CFO, but he was also deeply involved in security – both from the standpoint of the organization and of it’s employees. And his family.

He simply smirked, “If you say so.”

“You’re insufferable,” she groaned, turning the key. The car rumbled to life, and Azriel had to admit that he was impressed with how quiet it still seemed to run. He was sure Gwyn was a stickler about maintenance. “Just for that, you are sentenced to three hours of me serenading you with the best songs Taylor Swift has to offer.”

“Oh, Gods, anything but Taylor Swift.” Azriel grimaced, hiding the secret joy he rarely let her see. He loved it when she sang. Her voice was lovely, of course, but what hit him harder was how she seemed to radiate joy when she did it.

Gwyneth Berdara wasn’t quiet and shy like he tended to be – not by a long shot. She was irreverent and blunt and bold. But he could see the shadows that hid just behind the shimmer in her eyes – he could tell there were demons there. Her sister had been murdered four years before, in the apartment they both had shared, and it had wounded her deeply. Nesta had mentioned that there was more to the story, but that it was only Gwyn’s to tell. So, yes, she definitely had darkness that followed her, but she kept it well hidden. He’d learned, as they had become friends, that she often grew anxious in large crowds or chaotic environments. She didn’t feel safe, and that had always bothered him. Regardless of how many people were around or how crazy it was, her friends were there with her. He was there. Whatever it was that kept her so on edge, he imagined that the lingering sadness in that deep ocean gaze and the faraway wistful look that sometimes passed over her features were a part of it.

But when she sang she was a beacon of light, with the brightest smile and rosy, freckle-flecked cheeks.

“Don’t you dare disrespect the goddess T. Swift,” she glowered, and as they pulled onto the highway he lost himself in the lilting notes of her car concert.

He wasn’t sure how long they’d been driving – at least seven works of the goddess T. Swift – when he reached for the volume knob on the console and turned it down.

“Are you coming to the charity gala in a couple weeks?” Azriel looked over at her, noting the light stain of pink gracing her cheeks. She kept her eyes on the road.

“Oh… No.” Gwyn glanced over at him and gave a tight smile, causing him to purse his lips.

“Why not?”

“Az,” she chided, throwing him a stern look. “It’s too expensive. I can’t afford a seat and a dress. Hell, I probably can’t even afford one or the other.” He stayed silent, mulling over the understanding that money wasn’t something he ever had to worry about, and how he could make that not a problem for her. “Besides, you know how I am with crowds like that. I’d probably just have an attack and ruin everyone’s night.” She tried to laugh it off, and that troubled Azriel even more. Because she had seemed disappointed just then when she said she wasn’t going.

“Do you want to go, Gwyn?” He prodded. I want you to go. She sighed, adjusting herself in her seat to straighten her back.

“It doesn’t matter. Like I said, it’s really not possible for me.” She shrugged, as if that was it.

But that wasn’t it. Everyone was going to be there. She should be there, too. She should be there, with him.

“You know we would help –“

“I know, Az. But I’m not asking you, or Rhys. I’m not asking anyone. I can’t keep depending on everyone else just to go to events and dinners and whatever else.” She sucked in a breath. “I just… I don’t live the same life that the rest of you do. And there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s just how it is.”

“Gwyn, you know nobody cares about that.” Azriel frowned. “I understand that my family is… fortunate. Privileged. But you and Nesta and Emerie are a part of us.”

“It’s not the same, Azriel.” Azriel. The full name. This was more serious than he realized. “Nesta is with Cassian and Emerie is with Mor. It makes sense that maybe they’re taken care of. I’m just… a friend. A friend who is poor.” He opened his mouth to argue but she beat him to it. “And it’s not just about covering food… you go to places with dress codes and too many forks for dinner, and with the company’s increasing success the three of you are only growing more popular and more press-worthy. Especially you.”

“Me?” Azriel swallowed, brows furrowed. “Why especially me?”

Gwyn cast him a pointed look, eyes dark and serious. “You’re the last single brother, Az. You are eligible bachelor number one. All the single ladies in the metropolitan area, if not further out, will be pining for you. If they’re not already.”

Eligible bachelor number one. He rolled his eyes. “I think that’s a bit of an exaggeration.”

“Oh Az. Sweet, precious, innocent Az. Have you seen yourself? You’re gorgeous. You’re wealthy, successful, and absolutely beautiful.” Azriel raised a brow and gave her a sideways glance, but she was so stubbornly keeping her eyes trained ahead. It was responsible, of course. She was driving. But not even a peek meant that she was intentionally avoiding looking over at him. The corners of his mouth turned downward, not quite understanding how this conversation had gone the way it had.

“Is that so? Please, tell me more,” he snickered. If there was anything that he knew, it was how to draw her back with teasing. She wouldn’t back down from a challenge, and Gwyneth Berdara was ruthless when it came to having the last word. The corner of her mouth twitched, and he knew she was doing her best not to smile.

“I hate you so much,” she huffed.

“Now, I don’t think that’s even remotely true.” He reached out to pinch the apple of her cheek, but she slapped his hand away, sending a glower that only made him laugh.

“The single ladies can have you. Maybe you’ll find someone else to annoy.”

“Aw, Gwynnie. You know nobody could ever replace you.” And even though it was in jest, it was also… true. “And what would you do without me?”

“Get some peace and quiet for once?” And when the redhead turned with that scrunched freckled nose and her tongue stuck out at him Azriel was relieved to have the playful girl – his best friend – wearing a smile again. “Now shut it or sing along, you have not been punished with nearly enough of our lady Taylor Swift.”

And so the ride continued, but Azriel chewed on his lower lip, contemplating everything Gwyn had said. She was fiercely independent, so he could understand how she might not want to accept what she might perceive as charity, or worse, pity. But the idea of her just not being there… it made something inside of him feel hollow. He reached out and turned down the volume again.

“Why wouldn’t you say anything? About where we’re going to dinner? Or about not being comfortable at big events?” He didn’t even try to hide that he was staring at her, trying to pinpoint any reaction she may have. Once again pink stained her cheeks.

“Az, it’s not like you guys are going to stop going to fancy restaurants so you can come to Wendy’s with me. I don’t want to take away from anyone’s fun.” Fucking ridiculous.

“Did you ever stop to think that maybe we would have less fun without you there?” Azriel tried to keep his tone light, but his temper was flaring. He wasn’t sure why, but it bothered him that she would think she could just… not be there and they would all just go on like it didn’t matter.

“Of course I did,” Gwyn shrugged nonchalantly and threw him a wink. “I know it will be hard but I’m sure you’ll manage somehow. Besides, I don’t plan on just disappearing. I just… need to be more thoughtful about what I’m doing. I’ll just be around… less.” She turned the volume back up and jumped straight into the lyrics, not giving him the opportunity to tell her how preposterous she sounded.

Azriel leaned back in his seat, losing himself in thought with Gwyn’s lovely voice still soothing him in the background. He didn’t know how long he’d been brooding when the volume increased dramatically, blaring through the interior. Looking over he found her tapping on the steering wheel and swaying to the beat of her majesty Taylor Swift. Her eyes were shining, her smile was brilliant, and she sang like she didn’t have a care in the world.

You’re on the phone with your girlfriend, she’s upset

She’s going off about something that you said

‘Cause she doesn’t get your humor like I do

I’m in my room, it’s a typical Tuesday night

I’m listening to the kind of music she doesn’t like

And she’ll never know your story like I do

But she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts

She’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers

Dreaming ‘bout the day when you wake up and find

That what you’re looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I’m the one who understands you,

Been here all along, so why can’t you see

You belong with me

You belong with me

Walkin’ the streets with you and your worn-out jeans

I can’t help thinking this is how it ought to be

Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself

Hey, isn’t this easy?

And you’ve got a smile that could light up this whole town

I haven’t seen it in awhile since she brought you down

You say you’re fine, I know you better than that

Hey, what you doing with a girl like that?

She wears high heels, I wear sneakers

She’s cheer captain and I’m on the bleachers

Dreaming ‘bout the day when you wake up and find

That what you’re looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that I’m the one who understands you,

Been here all along, so why can’t you see

You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your back door

All this time how could you not know, baby?

You belong with me

You belong with me

Azriel felt like he couldn’t breathe, like he was seeing Gwyn for the first time. Unbridled joy, laughter when she turned to him when she was singing, dancing in the driver’s seat like a passenger’s worst nightmare.

And he couldn’t help but listen to the words, too. Surely that part was coincidence, but he couldn’t help but feel like she was speaking to him… something was speaking to him.

He grinned as she shimmied her shoulders and rocked her head from side to side, wisps of copper flying away from her ponytail.

Oh, I remember you drivin’ to my house in the middle of the night

I’m the one who makes you laugh even though you’re ‘bout to cry

I know your favorite songs and you tell me ‘bout your dreams

Think I know where you belong, think I know it’s with me

Can’t you see that I’m the one that understands you

Been here all along, so why can’t you see

You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your back door

All this time, how could you not know baby?

You belong with me

You belong with me

You belong with me

Have you ever thought just maybe

You belong with me

You belong with me

“Gosh I think I went too hard on that one. I’m out of breath!” she laughed, and she glanced toward Azriel in the passenger seat. “Have you had enough yet, Az?”

“Never,” he murmured, and her breath caught. She turned her focus back to the road, but kept stealing looks back at him. She seemed unsure of how to respond, but he was also lost in his own head.

He didn’t want to be the eligible bachelor. He didn’t want to annoy anyone else. He knew that he had cared for Gwyn as more than a friend for a long time – Nesta and Cassian had always encouraged him to do something about it. Nesta in particular had assured him that Gwyn felt the same way. But no matter how much Azriel had flirted she never seemed to acknowledge it, never seemed inclined to do something about it. They bantered and challenged and laughed, but never more.

But Nesta continued to be insistent. She told Azriel that there were some things about Gwyn that might keep her from acting upon her affection for him, and maybe he should make the first move. He never had, of course, for fear of rejection and fear of ruining the relationship that they had.

But now suddenly he was looking at a future where she wasn’t always there. He didn’t like the thought of that. He would go to Wendy’s for dinner instead of whatever black-tie restaurant had their reservation. But, furthermore, he would take care of her, like Cassian took care of Nesta. He wouldn’t go to events without her, and he would make sure that she was comfortable and safe while she was there. Because he would keep her close. He would always keep her close.

By the time Gwyn was pulling the car onto the driveway leading to the cabin she was only singing quietly to herself and letting him sit in his own silent thought. And as soon as she parked and turned off the car he knew exactly what he needed to do.

Without a word he ripped off the seatbelt and burst out of the car, slamming the door behind him. He was already crossing across the front when Gwyn popped out.

“What the hell, Az? The car is 16 years old you can’t just slam doors like that –“

Azriel grabbed the back of her neck and crushed his lips to hers. Gods, they were perfect – warm and lush. She inhaled shakily against his mouth and he tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth. He swept his lips across hers once again before pulling away only slightly, resting his forehead against her own. They were both breathing hard, and her expression nearly sent him to his knees. Gwyn’s teal eyes were wide, shining with surprise and confusion. Her lips were swollen and her freckled cheeks stained crimson. Azriel wasn’t going to give himself enough time to question this, though.

“You’re coming to the gala,” he insisted, gaze flitting wildly between her lips and her eyes before drowning in the ocean pools. “I’m buying your ticket. On our way home after this weekend we’ll go shopping for a dress. And no matter what you wear you will be the most exquisite thing there.”

Gwyn looked up at him, chest still heaving and eyes still wide, and nodded.

“And you’re coming to every dinner and event and anything else after that. Because, no matter what you might think, I don’t want to be there if you’re not there.”

“Az –“

“And when you’re there, you won’t think about money or crowds. Because I’ll be there. I’m going to take care of you and make sure you’re safe. Because I don’t just want you to be there with all of us. I want you to be there with me. Okay, Gwyn?” His eyes bore into hers, willing her to understand, to see what was in his heart.

“Okay,” she nodded. Her breaths had quieted, her eyes were warm, and there was a ghost of a smile there. And Azriel dared to hope that Nesta had been right, and all he’d needed was to take the leap.

“Can I kiss you again, Gwyn?” he asked.

“Please,” she giggled at him, smile widening. He leaned in, this time with much more restraint and care, slanting his lips over her soft ones and gently moving against them. When he pulled away his face was plastered with a shit-eating grin, which grew impossibly bigger when he saw her blushing.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he laughed, still not believing that he had done all that, and that it had… worked?

“I… I’ve wanted you to do that for a long time.” Gwyn sighed and then dragged her bottom lip between her teeth. “So… so just to be clear. You want me… to be…?” Azriel chuckled and ran his hands down her arms and then tangling their fingers together.

“I want to date you. I want you to be my girlfriend. I don’t want to aggravate any other single ladies. I don’t want to be an eligible bachelor. I just want you. We can go to fancy dinners or charity events or the finest fast food restaurants in the metropolitan area.” He pressed his lips to her forehead and then kissed her cheek. “Will you?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Of course, Az.” He bent his head and kissed her again. He couldn’t get enough of it. It was like he was making up for lost time.

“As her holy highness Taylor Swift said, you belong with me,” Azriel grinned devilishly. “I can’t help but be suspicious that you planned that… planned to make me fall for your beautiful voice and how adorable you are.” Gwyn tilted her head back and laughed, nearly a cackle full of amusement and contentment.

“I did not plan it, but I’m not going to complain about how it turned out.”