#wait! I need to show you the edit Kai made!

[channie-143]

let’s just pretend i sent that jaeyoon moodboard yesterday,, or even the day before 🫣

here’s some more stunning guy for your troubles 🤲🏼

i’m getting whiplash from going back and forth between sexy+cute 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 also i actually saved so many pictures of him when i was going through pinterest to make your board because he is actually so gorgeous and has the best smile??? n e ways 🙂‍↕️

My two moods anytime I see a jaeyoon photo

I love him and his……….… heart 🫶🏻🙂‍↕️

[queers-gambit]

Two to Tango

prompt: the aftermath of Carmy's words seem to rattle him more than you.

pairing: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x female!reader pairing: Carmy x Peach

fandom masterlist: FX's The Bear

collection masterlist: Clingy Baby

word count: 5.4k+

note: author still does not want any messages about glorifying toxic relationships. typically, but not always, when someone calls you clingy, it's weaponized and is abusive. this fic is not meant to portray that! it’s meant to show internal agony and the journey to forgiveness - Carmy apologizes 'cause he's actually sorry!

warnings: cursing, reader folds 'cause who wouldn't for the sweet puppy that is Carmy, hurt and comfort, small angst, small fluff, we talk about Mikey a bit, author uses writing as therapy, relationship angst...? barely edited.

part one: God's Plan

"It's six in the Goddamn morning!" You raged at your front door, stomping up to it, "Are you dumb in the fucking head!? Who the fuck in their right mind knocks like the Goddamn cops at six in the fucking morning!?"

You whipped it open, the force causing a breeze of air to blow your bedridden hair back and highlight your exhaustion. "Hiya, sunshine," Richie beamed down at you, holding up a paper bag, offering, "donut?"

"Richie!? I know you're not fuckin' stupid, baby boy, so, what the fuck is wrong with you? It's six in the morning on my day off - do you want to give me a reason to punch you? You hate your nose that much?"

He tisked at you mockingly, "Someone's cranky this morning."

"What do you want?"

"You're not gonna invite me in for coffee? I brought us donuts! See? C'mon, Peach," He jostled the bag around with a shit-eating, closed-lip smile. "Dooonuts," he taunted.

You had to pause, count to ten in your head, then sigh through your nose. You offered kindly, "Richie? Would you like to come in for some coffee? Since you kindly brought donuts?"

He grinned, "Awwh, thanks, Peach, thats real nice of yah! Don't mind if I do!"

"Don't call me that," you snapped, leading him into your kitchen. The door shut and locked.

"Oh, someone's touchy."

"What do you fucking want?" You whined, pouring two mugs of hot coffee. "You come bangin' at my door, early ass in the mornin'. You better have a good-ass reason," you slid the mug over the counter he sat at. "Cream or sugar?"

He shook his head, fiddling with the mug for a moment before admitting as you dressed up your own coffee, "Uh, so... It's Carmy."

You paused, taking a slow sip from your mug, waiting for more that wouldn't come. So, you quietly asked, "What about Carmy?"

"He's falling apart."

"O...Kay?"

"Peach," he frowned, "you know that your relationship was the only thing that made sense to him - he's falling apart without you there."

"Okay," you nodded, taking another swallow of hot bean-water.

"That's it? Nothing else to say? Dude's losin' his fuckin' shit, Peach. Okay? Barely leaves the restaurant, h-he's all manic and shit, doesn't stop cookin', isn't gettin' a lotta sleep, and Syd said his clothes are all over the apartment - he's not keeping himself in order."

"So, he needs his mother?"

Richie glared with a clenched jaw, "Not fuckin' funny, Peach."

"I'm not laughing."

"He needs you."

"I'd argue otherwise, he's a grown fuckin' man who doesn't need to be taken care of. Look, if he was man enough to call me a desperate, clingy bitch, he's man enough to deal with the fallout of his words."

"Look, hey, hey, hey, I'm not sayin' he's not in the wrong," he waved his hands, eyes widening, "actually, the exact opposite. We all chewed his ass out when we found out what he fuckin' said, Peach. And look, I've never seen Fak that fuckin' angry."

You semi-pouted your bottom lip, "Really?"

"Fak was ready to strangle Carmy, I think," Richie sighed. "I yelled, Sugar yelled, Fak lost his shit, Syd even cornered him in the office and laid into him..."

"I thought she didn't like me," you whispered.

"She's getting to know you, but she likes you," he assured, "and it's obvious the affect you have on Carmy. We all respect that - "

"Oh, great, so everyone except the one person who needs to respect our relationship - respects it!"

Richie frowned at you, nodding in agreement before admitting, "He's a dumb fuckin' idiot, Peach, we all know that, but the dude is losing it without you."

"Sucks to suck."

"Peach," he groaned, slapping his hands to the counter with exasperation. "Don't you love him?"

"Of course I love him, but I also have this little thing called self-respect! He said some shit - shit he can't ever take back. The fuck I look like going back to him when he's the one in the wrong!? I don't hate myself that much, and despite what he says, I'm not that desperate for love."

"How is talking to the man you love - "

"Richie," you paused him, "your Cousin said a lot of hurtful shit. It's been weeks, okay? He's gonna snap outta it, realize what he's done, and right the wrongs he's committed. I don't need to speed that along in any way, shape, or form - he's a grown man. And I'm a grown woman, I don't have to fall to anyone's beck-and-call, he can figure his own shit out."

"I know - look, it's been fuckin' weeks of us dealin' with him losin' his fuckin' mind!" Richie snapped. "We tried to respect that you wanted distance and time, we really did, but he's losin' it, Peach, more than he's lost it before. Okay? I'm concerned about him, more than I was when the shit with Mikey went down..."

You sighed and leaned on your kitchen counter, wiping your fingers over your eyes to pinch the bridge of your nose after. "Okay, okay," you paused, sighing again, blinking as you looked at Richie, "so, what would you like me to do?"

He pouted dramatically, "Talk to him? Please?"

"To say... What?"

"I don't know, you guys can work that out together, but he's miserable, Peach. Just talk to him, just..." He sighed, shaking his head, "I know it's not fair to ask of you, but he's slippin' off the deep end. You're all he knows, all that makes sense to him, and with you gone..." His eyes turned red as he held back his tears, "I-I'm not sayin' he's gonna do anythin', Peach, but everythin' with Mikey's still so fresh... I just - I can't go through this again. Can't lose another Berzatto."

You frowned, understanding now why he appeared so frazzled.

"Carmy's not Mikey, Richie, okay?" You reminded him softly, reaching for his hand; leaving your extended to reach him, "And you're not gonna lose any more of us, you hear me?" You gave a squeeze, "I'll talk to him."

"Really?"

"I will," you assured softly, seeing the single tear drop from his waterline when he bowed his head and sniffled harshly. "Hey, Richie...? Do you, maybe, wanna bring some flowers to Mikey today? Think you wanna visit?"

He shrugged, "Maybe..."

"Maybe it'll be nice," you assured calmly. "It rained a few days ago, so, the ground won't be too soggy anymore, but the grass will be lush and green - hydrated and shit."

"Right," he chuckled, nodding, "yeah, okay, maybe that'll be nice, yeah, you're right."

"Maybe Carmy could use a visit, too."

"He won't go."

You nodded, "I know, but sometimes it's nice to just have the offer."

Richie agreed, downing the last of his black coffee. "All right," he cleared his throat, "let's go - you wearin' that?"

"What?"

"You gonna wear that? To go talk to Carmy?"

"It's not even seven in the morning!"

"He's at the restaurant," Richie shrugged. "Dude doesn't leave. C'mon, he needs a nap or somethin'."

You groaned, knowing he wouldn't leave unless you left with him. So, you got ready quickly while he sat at your desktop computer; playing Facebook's FarmVille - the same you left your little cousins to play when they needed distracted. He was enraptured by the adorable virtual sheep, laughing to himself as he learned the ropes of the game; and when you were ready, you had time to fill a to-go tumbler of coffee while he signed off.

When you arrived at The Beef, it was still closed for the morning prep; and inside, chaos rained in a fury of angry voices. You listened to Carmy snap at Marcus about something petty, going as far as to slap a pastry out of his hand as they argued in one another's faces with ignited passion.

"Ooookay," you moved through the kitchen and got between the two men, hands on Carmy's chest, "that's enough, Chef, hey, hey, hey, c'mon, walk away - just walk away, Carmy, don't do this. Hey, hey, don't do this, c'mon, just step off - walk away with me, please. Please, Carmy, hey, hey, step off, walk away with me, please."

"Fuck you doin' here, Peach?" He asked with red, swollen eyes. He looked sullen; pale between the angry red blotches to his skin, bags under his tired eyes, looking worn out and thinner than you remembered.

"Yeah, hey, hey, we'll talk about that, c'mon, outside, outside, outside," you directed him, sighing at the sight of the splattered pastry you were forced to step over. "I'm so sorry, Marcus," you whispered, seeing him nod and wave you off as you and Carmy pushed outside into the alley.

The door shut behind you, making Carmy snarl, "What the fuck, Peach - "

"No, I think that's better asked to you," you snapped. "The hell's wrong with you? Yellin' at Marcus like that? You know how rude it is to slap shit outta anyone's hand?"

He paced in anger, wiping a hand down his face; circling his mouth with his fingers, eyes ringed with red, hair greasy and tossed in a mess. His pants looked baggy, his shirt wrinkled, stained, and dirty with sweat marks.

"What're you doin' here?" He asked in a pant, hands going to his slender hips, head shaking as his tear-filled eyes avoided yours.

"Carmy, we need to talk."

"No shit," he breathed, scoffing after and widening his pace.

"Hey, Carmy, hey, hey," you reached for him, taking both his wrists in your grasp so he had to face you. "I need you to pause for me, please, hey," you stepped in his way when he tried to move. "Carmy, you're no good to anyone when you're like this - least of all yourself. So, I need you to talk - "

"You left," he panicked, pulling back to start pacing again. "You left - you left me. We got in a fight and you left, you fucking left. You walked away and you left me."

"Carmy, we got in more than a fight," you sighed. "You lashed out at me, then turned avoidant, and I don't linger where I'm not wanted."

"How can you think that?" He demanded, still pacing. "That you're not wanted by me? That you're not welcome, what? In my life? At my side? With me? Baby - of course, you are!"

"You didn't exactly make me feel any different," you pointed out sharply. "Carmy, can you please fucking pause for me so we can talk this out - "

"I know I fucked up," he ranted to himself, huffing and puffing as his emotion strangled him. "I know I did, I kept - I couldn't - I fucked up. I know I did. I couldn't get my head outta my ass," he listed, pacing as he panted when panic took hold of his being, "and I hurt you, and it was like I had to keep hurting you because I couldn't be alone in what I felt and I couldn't exactly figure out what the fuck I was feeling - I just needed you to hurt, too."

"Carmy," you sighed patiently.

"And I couldn't stop, I just kept going, and when I realized how bad I made it, I couldn't fucking stop - I needed y-yo-you t-to know what I felt, but I couldn't find the words. I-I hate that I did that, I-I fucking hurt you and I made this so much worse than it ever had t-to be, and I fucking know, Peach, okay? I know you're not clingy, you were just loving me. Y-You were loving me, you were using your own love languages, and I felt y-you so fuckin' close to me, and freaked out - I just - I just don't know why. I just - I panicked, I couldn't stop whatever I felt, and I'm so sorry," he breathed, shaking his head, wiping his cheeks as the tears started. "I-I-I'm so sorry, Peach, I couldn't control myself and I-I hate that I hurt you, and I know I don't deserve your understanding, but I just - I couldn't stop - "

"Carmy," you stepped directly in his footpath; needing to seize hold of his swollen biceps to catch his movements as he all but barreled right into you, "I need you to breathe."

"Nah, I'm okay - "

"No, you're not," you spoke sternly, shaking your head. "Baby," you eased your tone to a softer tone, seeing a glimmer of hope spark in his baby blues, "I need you to take a breath and remain in the present with me, okay? Just stand here with me," you watched as he blinked a couple of times; reaching out to hold your waist tentatively. "And stay in the present, okay? Stay here with me."

"I'm so sorry, Peach," he whispered, stepping closer so he could feel your breasts against his chest; caging you with his arms. "I'm so fuckin' sorry, I didn't - I didn't know what the fuck I was even trying to fight with you about. You're not clingy - you're not any of the things I said, I didn't mean it - any of it."

"Calling me desperate?"

"I didn't mean any of it."

"A bitch?"

"Please," he whispered, bringing you in closer so he could rest his forehead on yours. "Don't repeat it, I know what I said, and I'm so fucking sorry for all of it. I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I'm goin' crazy without yah, Peach. I need my best girl, and I don't deserve you, but I fuckin' need you." He sniffled, pulling back to caress your cheek, whispering, "I need you, Peach, you're the only thing that I know - the only thing I can understand, that makes sense to me. I think I just felt stressed and overwhelmed, I wasn't sure what to do - I couldn't find the words, I'm so sorry."

You nodded slowly, "I think we can work through this."

"I don't deserve you."

"Maybe not, but you have me anyway," you whispered, bringing his forehead to your own again. "But you can't do this again, taking anger out on me when I haven't done anything."

"Never again," he sighed, now nestling into your neck for comfort; arms tightening so you were the closest you could be with your head bent to keep his head caressed with yours.

"I don't think we can say 'never', but we can make an effort to leave work stress at work, right?" You whispered softly, letting one around coil around him to keep him close; the other caressing his jaw. "You don't get to treat me like that," you reminded him, "because I'm on your side, Carmy, I'm not the enemy."

"I know," he squeezed you tight.

"And the people doing their jobs are not the enemy," you smirked.

"I know," he chuckled lightly. "I owe Marcus an apology..."

"I'm sure you owe it to the others, too," you mused, holding his cheek as you turned your head to kiss his forehead. "Promise me we're done with that reactive bullshit. It doesn't make navigating a relationship easier on us."

"We're done, we're so fuckin' done with that shit," he whispered, deflating into your embrace as you held him close. "I'm so sorry, baby. I really am."

"I know," you comforted softly. "I forgive you."

"I don't deserve it."

"Hey, hey, this self-deprecating stunt has to end, too. We've gotta go forward with at least some confidence if we're gonna figure this out together."

He nodded, pulling back but keeping hold of your waist. "I am confident about this... About you - about us."

"Hmm?" You gently pushed a few stray curls from his forehead.

"Move in with me - officially."

Your face contorted in mild disappointment, "Oh, Carmen - "

"No, no," he rushed, sighing as his hand flattened on your jaw and cheek again, "just listen to me. I've wanted to ask you for a long time, okay? I've wanted this for - like - fucking years. Hear me? I just," he sighed, "I wasn't sure how to ask. I want this for us, I want us to be together, okay? Officially. I-I want us living together, Peach, okay? I want to come home and just - I want you there. I want all of you," he frowned, tears swelling again, "and all your shoes in the foyer, hair in the shower drain, perfume on the counter, and every-single-way you know how to love me. I was wrong to say you were clingy - and everything else I said. Baby, the last couple weeks, I've felt so fucking empty, so lonely and - just - cold. I've been cold without you. I need you, Peach, I need you with me, and I need you to be exactly you - no holding back. Because you're exactly who I need to love me, I'm so sorry I fucked that up before."

"Carmy."

He frowned, "I'm sorry."

"I know," you smirked, "and I forgive you. But you know it's gonna take more than a few pretty words and some tears, right?"

He nodded, "Anything to make this work again."

You sighed in patience, "Go say your apologies to the others, we've got t'make a stop before going back to yours - and you're going to take a fucking nap."

"I'm fine - "

"Look me in my eye and try to tell me in the past 72 hours, you've had decent, restful sleep."

He frowned, opening his mouth a few times but then sighing. "You know I can't," he whispered.

"Exactly why we're going back to yours."

Carmy paused, brows furrowing as if a thread pulled them together. He asked softly, "Is that a no to us... Living together? Is that why you're calling it 'my' place?"

You offered him a look of patience and leaned in to peck his lips for a few prolonged seconds, promising, "There's your apartment, there's my apartment, and then there's gonna be our apartment. Somewhere that's just ours, 100% us." His mouth stretched in a grin, so you swiftly cut him off, "But you have to ask me again when you've got restful sleep under your belt. I want you clear headed when you make this kinda decision."

"Yes, ma'am," he agreed. "Where're we goin' before?"

You swallowed nervously, telling him softly, "You absolutely do not have to go with us, but I think Richie could use a visit out to Mikey's grave. I said I'd take him with some flowers, but you do not have to get out to go with us - not if you're not ready."

He blinked a few times, rolling his lips between his teeth as his eyes dropped from yours. You were about to coo his name and assure him again, when he nodded at you and tried to half-smile. "Okay," he breathed.

"Okay?"

"Mhm. I'll, uh... M-Maybe I can, just, hang back in the car."

"Sure, baby, whatever you're comfortable with," you whispered, leaning in to peck his forehead. "You good?"

"I will be."

"Mhm," you hummed, caressing his cheek again before pushing your hand into his curls. "Now, let's get a move on - I want you to march in there, say you're sorry to your Chefs, and then we'll leave."

"Yes, ma'am," Carmy whispered, leaning in to kiss you - but you pulled back.

"Aht," you halted him with a teasing finger to his lips, "after we've got everything worked out, then you can kiss me."

"You got t'kiss me," he mumbled against your finger; making you hum as you fought off a stretching smile, and lower your hand.

"Fair point - just one then - "

He cut you off by, indeed, pressing a single kiss to your lips, but not pulling back. His hand raised to hold the back of your head, your lips spreading in a grin against his; finding rhythm to move together before pausing to press in prolonged passion.

When he pulled back, you both paused to smile, and when you tried to peck his lips again, he pulled back, teasing, "Aht, just the one."

"Oh, fuck you," you laughed lightly, letting him take your hand before leading you back into the kitchen. The other Chefs lingered, sparing you and Carmy a few nervous glances, making you whisper in his ear as you squeezed his hand, "Go ahead, baby, get it done."

He nodded and called the kitchen to attention, clearing his throat, and beginning to make his apologies. He singled out Marcus, then Sydney, Richie, and Sugar; the kitchen staff all accepting his words and insisting he could take the day off - even the next few days if he wanted! You had to usher him to grab his things a few times, nudging him in reminder and verbally pushing him back into action. That boy's ADHD would truly be the death of him.

"So?" Richie smirked at you as Marcus handed you a packaged box of pastries.

"We're talking it out."

He chuckled, "Good. Get him outta here, Peach, dude needs to breathe."

"I got it," you swatted him away as Carmy exited the office. "But we've got somewhere to be first, right?"

He paused, then nodded and asked in a mutter, "He said okay?"

"He's got time to decide what he wants to do, but he knows we're going. C'mon, get your coat."

Richie met you at the front of the restaurant and with a parting wink to Sugar, you took Carmy's hand, tangled your fingers together, and left to venture to your parked car. Carmy got in the front, Richie in the back, and after a stop at a corner bodega to grab three bouquets of flowers, you drove to the cemetery. Carmy was silent, no music played, and Richie's leg bounced in anxious tension; making small conversation with you about your job in an effort to distract himself.

When you arrived, you pulled up on the access road that you knew was closest to Mikey's grave. Richie spared a glare between you and Carmy before muttering that he needed a cigarette and got out of the car to leave you alone. "Baby?" You whispered, reaching for his hand. "Hey, look, if you don't want to go with us, it's okay. We won't be long... But maybe you want to sign this," you showed him the small, blank name card left in the flowers.

"Why?" He whispered.

You shrugged, "So he knows they're from you."

"Peach," he sighed, meeting your eyes.

"Baby, I know it's silly, I know it's easier to ignore it all. But I'd like to believe it's just a nice gesture for our own closure - it's a signed gift from us, to them... And maybe it's nice to pretend that wherever they are, they know what we've left for them."

Carmy nodded slowly, "I-I don't think... I don't think I can go..."

"It's okay, baby," you whispered.

"But," he sniffled, opening his hand to you, "I'll sign it, if you'll leave it for me?"

"Of course," you rushed, opening your purse to producing a pen for him. The clank card rest on the center console of your car, pausing, swallowing nervously, then scribbling his name as he cleared his throat. He offered you the pen, waited until it was put away, then offered the flowers. "Hang tight, we won't be too long," you whispered, leaning in to rest your forehead. "You okay?"

He nodded, pecking your forehead before letting you get out of the car. You handed Richie his own flowers with a signed card, holding your own and Carmy's; linking arms with Rich to venture up the small grass hill and moved about halfway down the cemetery plot line. When you came to his stone, you understood this was what Rich needed more than you, so, you knelt and laid the two bouquets down before starting to quickly groom the area around his tombstone.

You told him, "I'm sorry it's not much, but I'll be back later for a picnic and a chat. I brought you flowers from me a-and from Carmy. He's in the car, but he's here, Mikey... Give him time," you whispered, brushing dirt from the stone before standing. "Take your time," you told Richie softly, seeing the tears gather in his eyes.

"Thanks, Peach," he whispered, offering you a tight hug. When you pulled back and started to walk away, Richie lowered himself to kneel and lay his own flowers down; hearing him tell Mikey, "Don't gotta worry 'bout us, Mike-Man, Peach is the glue that keeps us together. Shit, she even got Carmy out here..."

You made it back to the car and got in, smiling at Carmy - but dropping it the instant you saw tears in his eyes. "Talk to me," you whispered, reaching for a wet wipe in your glovebox to clean your hands after plucking the grass and brushing off dirt from the grave.

"Why can't I get out?"

You only stared at him for a long moment, unsure what to say.

"I'm here... I'm finally here... Why can't I get out?"

"You're not ready," you nodded, tossing the wipe aside to a plastic bag. "It's okay, Carmy, it's okay to not be ready yet. We can come back when you are," you reached for his hand.

"I think this added to my frustration," he admitted. "I couldn't... I didn't go to the funeral, haven't been here since he was... You know."

"Laid to rest."

"Yeah," he sighed. "Fuck's wrong with me?"

"You're grieving," you relented, nuzzling closer so your head rested on his shoulder. "It's not linear, Carmy, baby, just let yourself feel. When you try to repress your emotions, you lash out inappropriately."

"I know," he whispered, "'M sorry."

"It's not your fault," you promised, the two of you quietly bowing your heads together. You remained as such until Richie got back in the car, and from there, it was quiet as everyone stewed in their own emotion. You dropped Rich back at work before promising to call him later and driving away; heading for Carmy's apartment in the soothing silence, his hand locked in yours.

When you arrived at his apartment, you froze upon seeing the interior's state. "Oh, Carmy, no," you whispered, frowning deeply.

"Looks worse than it is," he deflected. You only hummed and let him lead you to the bedroom; watching him strip and prepare for bed before joining you on the mattress. He crashed almost immediately, sighing in relief as he pecked over your shoulder and collarbone, muttering, "'M so glad you're back. 'M so sorry, Peach."

"I know you are, and I forgive you," you told him softly, carding a manicured hand through his hair. "Just get some rest, baby."

He was asleep nearly instantly. He deflated on top of you, deeply resting enough to not notice you slip out from under him. You cleaned his entire apartment; doing laundry, cleaning, scrubbing, replacing necessities he deemed himself too lazy to pay attention to. You did dishes, cleaned out his fridge, and as you mopped up the floors, the sun set and Carmy emerged from the bedroom.

"Baby?" He mumbled in earnest confusion, sighing in relief when he saw you.

"What? Afraid I disappeared on you?" You teased with a small grin.

"For sure," he mumbled, wiping sleep from his eyes; making your amusement dim when you realized the nerve it struck. "The hell you doin'?"

"You didn't seriously think I could rest knowing this monster of a clean-up job lingered out here, did you?"

"I don't want you t'clean after me."

"Well, too late," you smirked. "You good now?"

"I feel better, yeah."

"Good."

"And I made up my mind."

"Hmm? About what?"

"I'm gonna take some time off work," he nodded, "and focus on us. Get us in a new crib, it'll be nice."

"Think you can handle that?"

He nodded, "I'll have to, you're the most important thing in my life, I can't lose you. So, if I gotta take time off, that's the least of my worries. I'm only here for us, for you."

You smiled at him, setting the mop aside to wrap him in your arms. "I like the sound of that, us making a home together - being able to decorate a new home. But don't let me overdo it, okay? I get all excited and kinda bulldoze my way through projects. I don't want you t'find real reason t'resent me."

"Nah, that ain't possible," he promised quietly.

True to his word, Carmy took three solid weeks off; agreeing to a fourth week as a contact-only consultant. You and he slept in most days, looking at apartments, and not once did he even mention work. He was diligent in his attention, focused on you and you alone; putting in overtime to rebuild that what was broke by focusing on shared interests again. You found a place you loved ready for what was basically immediate move-in, taking time to pack your respected places and prepare for the official start of your cohabitating relationship.

You didn't forget what he said, being reserved in your displays of love. Yet Carmy was different; he was totally clingy the moment you returned to his life. He feared letting you go meant you'd disappear again, feared you'd run away again. He held your hand at every possible opportunity, got you a fresh bouquet of weekly flowers, ran all his errands with you; never went to bed without you, cooked all meals with you in the kitchen - perched up on a counter. Most showers you took together, and almost every night was spent cuddling on the couch or in bed with either a book being shared between you or a new show playing on the mounted flatscreen TV.

Carmy clung because he thought if he showed you acts of his love, it'd allow comfort towards your loving behavior to flourish again - and he was right. It took a little bit of time, but Carmy clung tighter and tighter; ensuring you started to reciprocate before ever easing up in the intensity of his affectionate displays. He didn't want to overwhelm you, but knew you needed the reassurance.

You were cautious, you were apprehensive; tiptoeing around Carmy even when living together before warming back up to him. You didn't need to repeat the words he hurled at you all those weeks ago, not wanting to dredge up repressed feelings, but never letting him forget what he said. Your actions spoke enough, skittish around his affection; something Carmy took note of and despised himself for. He made up for it, of course he did, it was Carmy and he hated tension and conflict in his closest circles of life. Yet it wasn't so easy for you two to move forward, they weren't just words to you.

They were direct insults to you as a person; to you and how you loved others. Carmy had seen your deepest fear and used it as a defense against you - wanting you to hurt the way he was, too. He understood this wasn't acceptable, knowing the next time he resorted to such despicable actions, you'd simply walk away; never dealing with disrespect, so, he needed to be acutely aware of his words.

You would never allow yourself to be someone else's doormat, but part of being an adult is understanding that people were allowed to make mistakes - it's part of being fucking human. How terrible you'd feel if someone held your own mistakes against you, because the truth was, you weren't perfect either.

Part of being in a(n adult) relationship is understanding when someone apologized, it was best to accept and move on because nothing was ever solved by dragging turmoil out. This didn't mean forget what happened, forget whatever emotion was evoked - but to do your part to repair what was broken; no matter who was at fault, it always took Two to Tango.

And in this song and dance, you were ready to sweep around the dance floor if only with Carmy. Because that's what a relationship was; a conscious effort by both partners to work as one, to dance in-sync; owning the art together, as equal partners.

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From Afar P. 2

Now that you have his attention, what are you gonna do with it?

content: Errors and mistakes, too lazy to edit, probably not entirely accurate to alien universe, long af, sex, f!reader

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a/n: Never written smut.

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After meeting at the quarry a few months ago, you and Kay had become close friends. She showed you various ways to relax and have fun. When you weren’t at work, you could usually be found with her. Despite this, you haven't had any encounters with her cousin. You've in fact made it a game.

Teasing your pretty boy was a lot of fun. From the moment you met at the quarry, his gaze would inevitably find you in any room. You enjoyed making eye contact with him and then coyly avoiding him. It was so easy to get a reaction from him - a simple flash of skin or an exaggerated stretch would draw his attention. As he started to make his way towards you, you would leave, adding an element of chase to your game. Each interaction brought him closer and closer to you, slowly closing the gap.

It has been fun. What started as a playful game, has now morphed into a game of intense tension. His willingness to play the game of cat and mouse is waning. You know that he's losing patience. And if you're being honest with yourself, so are you.

Despite recently showering, the heat causes sweat to form on your back. Strands of hair stick to the nape of your neck. You adjust yourself in your seat as you wait for Kay.

Looking around the quarry, you lock eyes with him. His blue eyes are intense as they focus on you. He gives you a smirk before lifting the bottom of his shirt to wipe his face. Biting your lip, you squint at the sight of his stomach. You eyes follow the trail of hair that slowly disappears beneath his pants. When he lowers his shirt, you see a lot of humor and satisfaction in his awaiting gaze. He'd never returned your teasing before, you never really gave him the chance to. He was very clearly enjoying your reaction though. Giving you a wink, grinning.

Your view of him is disrupted as Kay joins you, her face slightly guilty and upset. She hands you a beer, but you set it aside in concern. Confused, you ask, "Hey, everything okay?"

She bites her lip and gives you a nod, "Yeah, I just... do you mind if I go with him? I won’t if you want me to stay." You know who she's referring to, even without his name.

You furrow your brows and frown slightly, “Kay, as much as I would love to call him a piece of shit... and an asshole... I won't." You shrug and give her a teasing grin, nudging her, "Maybe don’t make a habit of ditching me...but go." Your voice grows more sincere, "Go ahead, have fun and I’ll be here if you need me."

Kay smiles at you, squeezing your arm before running off, "Thanks! I'll see you later!" You stand and yell after her, with a playfully stern waving finger, "Have fun, but be safe! You hear me?!" She playfully glares at you as she pulls him by the arm, leaving the quarry.

You sigh as you watch them, before twisting on your feet. You lose your balance as you bump into someone. Their large hands grasp your hips, and you grip their shirt to steady yourself. A deep, accented voice reaches your ears, and you can't help but feel a flutter in your stomach.

"Gotcha," he says with a low chuckle. Your breath stutters in your chest, as you raise your eyes to meet his. Seeing his pretty face so close, your eyelids lower and you lick your dry lips, staying silent. He follows the movement of your tongue and tightens his grip on your hips. As the initial surprise wears off, you begin to feel more confident.

Leaning your body against his, you rise onto your toes. Placing one hand on his chin and the other onto his shoulder, you bring his mouth down to yours. Your lips barely brush against each other before you pull back slightly. He gazes heavily at your mouth but meets your eyes when you speak, intensity evident in both of your expressions. With your lips inches apart, you tilt your head and whisper, "And what are you gonna do about it, pretty boy?" As you raise an eyebrow in question, you slowly move your body away from him, lowering yourself back onto your heels.

With a smirk, you push yourself away from him and turn around to walk away. You can hear him stammering behind you and glance back over your shoulder, rolling your eyes and raising a hand in invitation. The sight of his wide grin makes laugh as he starts running towards you.

You release his hand and hurry towards the door of your apartment. His roving hands and lips are a pleasant distraction. One hand ventures under your shirt, tracing a path up your stomach, while the other tangles in your hair, pulling your head back as his tongue explores your neck. The sound of wet kisses and breathless moans echo through the dark alleyway. Struggling with the keys, you bow your head in concentration.

After finally unlocking the door, you aggressively push it open and pull him inside. You grab his hand and pull him towards your bed with a sense of urgency. As he sits down on the edge, propping himself up on his elbows, his eyes hungrily watch your every move. His voice is deep and rough with desire, “Eager now, aren’t you love? Desperate after all your teasing these past months?” His taunting only fuels your smirk as you slowly undress in front of him.

“Desperate?” You scoff, licking your lips as you stand before him in just your bra and panties. Tilting your head to the side, you bite your lip and let your hands roam over your body, "Baby, desperate is when you chase after me. Desperate is when you touch yourself to the thought of me...You have touched yourself while thinking of me, haven''t you?" Seeing his nod, you hum and continue touching yourself.

He watches intently from the bed as you trail a hand down your chest. One hand glides over your breast, circling a firm finger over your hardened nipple through the fabric of your bra. The other hand moves towards your core, gently rubbing at the growing wetness between your legs. He breathes heavily, unsure of where to focus his eyes as they dance across your body in anticipation.

Your eyes snap open at the sound of his movements and you quickly draw back. He freezes, caught halfway off the bed. You slowly shake your head with a fake pout, “No touching yet pretty boy. You touch me and I stop.” You approach him and gently guide him back onto the bed, before you lean in and give him a quick peck. Your voice is sickeningly sweet, “You just gotta wait your turn pretty boy. Be patient and I'll let you inside of me, baby. Wanna feel you inside of me, don't you?”

He nods and swallows, his eyes filled with desire. You can't resist and decide to indulge a bit. Grasping his face in your hands, you press your lips together. Your tongues intertwine as you both moan in pleasure. With one hand, you stroke him over his jeans, causing him to groan and thrust his hips forward. Running your hands along his chest, you force yourself away from him.

Removing your bra and panties, you move yourself to lay next to him. Using the nail of your middle finger you circle around your nipple, you give it a lightly pinch as your other hand moves downward. His eyes are drawn to your core, glistening in the light. His voice is tense and he clenches his hands in restraint, “Look at you love…So wet and pretty. Is that all for me darling? Hmm?”

As your eyes meet his, you can see the intensity in his unwavering blue gaze, "Bet you feel like heaven. So tight." You run your fingers over your sensitive clit before plunging two fingers inside of yourself. The sound of your whimper is drowned out by his guttural groan as he watches you, his hands trembling with desire, “I want to feel you, darling. Do you want to feel me? Want my fingers to be deep inside you instead? I do.”

Your fingers, scissor in and out of you, mimicking the sensation of him being inside of you. He releases a breath, “I want to feel how tight you are. Want to feel you around my cock, love. Will you let me touch you? Let me help you?” Your whimpering intensifies, and you nod. His reaction is instant.

Ripping your hand out of you, he raises it to his mouth and watches you as he licks your hand clean. Feeling him rub circles into your clit with his thumb, your legs tremble as they wrap around his waist. Pulling him closer, you wrap your arms around his neck. You both watch each other for a moment. Eyes locked and breathing into each other.

Swallowing, you slowly push up his shirt. Nails lightly scratching his skin as his breath stutters. Shoving his shirt over his head, you pull him to your lips as he returns his hand to your entrance. Running a hand through his hair, you drag his headband off. Your legs shake and you gasp as he inserts two fingers. You moan as his longer, thicker fingers reach farther than yours had.

He curls his fingers inside you. You arch your back, pressing your chest against his as waves of pleasure course through your body. You tug at his hair, urging him closer as his thumb continues its relentless circles on your clit. The pressure builds within you, coiling tighter with each thrust of his fingers. His lips trail down your neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Your hips move of their own accord, grinding against his hand as you chase your release.

Your hands roam over his newly exposed skin, tracing the hard planes of his chest and stomach. You can feel his muscles tensing under your touch. Dragging your nails down his back, you revel in his sharp intake of breath.

His lips move to your neck, kissing and sucking at your pulse. The scrape of his teeth makes you shudder. You tilt your head, giving him better access as pleasure builds inside you. His fingers speed up their rhythm and you're so close, teetering on the edge.

Your eyes roll and you moan, “I’m close, so close.” Your voice is a breathy whine, “Please…please, I need it pretty boy.”

You feel him slightly tense before he continues pumping his fingers. "Look at me," he growls against your skin.

You force your eyes open, meeting his. His breath is hot against your face as he whispers, “Bjorn…I want you to say my name, love. Say it and I’ll give you what you want…Keep your eyes on me, yeah?”

You release a heavy gasp, as he gives your clit a harsh flick. Eyes heavy and voice low, you beg, “Bjorn. Please, Bjorn…Need you. Need you so bad. Have since I first saw you.”

With a particularly skillful twist of his fingers, you tumble over that edge. Your body tenses as the orgasm washes over you. You fight the urge to close your eyes and they water with effort. Pretty tears stream down you face, as Bjorn fingers you through your release. You feel his lips on your face, kissing your tears. Your hands claw into his skin as you force him closer, needing to feel him everywhere.

His pulls his hand away with a wet sound, while body shakes with the aftermath of your pleasure. You can see your release glistening on his skin as he lifts his hand towards his mouth. His tongue flicks out and you rise to meet him. He groans as you join him, running your tongue along his hand to wipe away any traces of your pleasure. Your tongues brush against each other as you both suck his fingers clean.

Your kiss is after desperate, your hands clutching each other's faces. Your essence mingling together in your mouths, on your tongues. With a roughness born of need, you drag your hands down his body and struggle with his jeans. You manage to pull the zipper down quickly and push them down just enough to feel him through his briefs. He groans as you run your hand along him, creating a wet spot as you tease him through the thin layer of fabric. His hands move down to your hips and he delivers a light slap, causing you to moan loudly before pulling away from him.

You push him down onto the bed, rising up onto your knees above him. Pulling his jeans off of him, your voice is raw, “I need to feel you Bjorn… Want to ride you. Wanna feel all of you.”

He licks his dry lips in anticipation, “Need to feel you too love, feel how tight you are… Wanna see you cum on top of me.” You bite your lip to suppress a whimper and nod. Dragging his underwear down, his pretty cock flops onto his stomach, its tip an angry pink and oozing with desire. Desire for you. You can't resist kissing his thighs as you make your way up towards him. Giving his cock a small lick and trailing kisses up the vein on the underside, you grasp it in your hand. It's heavy and throbbing in your hand as you taste him.

His neck rolls back in pleasure and he pulls your hair, drawing you up. “Enough teasin’ love.” He kisses you deeply and wraps his arms around you. Your hair falls around you like a curtain as you straddle him. Your breasts brush against his chest as you reach towards your core. Gathering the slick moisture between your legs, you bring it down to him, coating him in your cum. The heat of your arousal is palpable on his cock. You begin to position tip at your entrance.

Just as you lower yourself onto him, you pause and tense, “Fuck!” You feel his cock jump in your hand, you voice begging, “Please tell me you have a condom.”

He gives a short, tense chuckle, “pocket.” Glancing around, you see it hanging on the headboard. Your breasts are shoved in his face as you desperately grasp his jeans. He raises to mouth to your breast, while the grasping your ass in both hands, kneading them. Quickly ripping open the condom, you place the condom on him in a slow stroke. His grunt sends vibrations through your body, making you shudder. Lowering yourself onto him, you savor the feeling of his tip at your entrance before sinking down onto him completely.

A gasp escapes your lips as you adjust to the feeling of fullness. His hands grasp your hips, fingers digging into your flesh with barely restrained desire. He removes his lips from your chest and moves to your neck. Nipping at your neck, he whispers in your ear, “You feel perfect, love. As sweet and tight as I knew you’d be…S-so good.”

Slowly, you begin to move, rocking against him in a sensual rhythm. Your clit grinds into him with each twist. You drag your nails through the tufts of hair below his navel and you watch as his stomach trembles. His eyes lock onto yours, dark with passion, as you find your pace. The friction builds deliciously with each roll of your hips. Soft moans fill the air as you lose yourself in the pleasure, your movements becoming more urgent.

Panting with effort, you moan over the slick sound of your bodies, “Fuck…You feel so good inside of me…Better than my fingers…” You gasp and bring his face to yours, “You know that pretty boy? My pretty boy…I touched myself to the thought of you. Your pretty mouth…” Fingers squeezing his lips briefly before moving to his hand.

“I love your hands… knew they’d reach places I couldn't.” Kissing his hand, his pupils dilate under your gaze. Feeling his cock pulse at your words, you squeeze. Moaning, you brush sweaty hair from his forehead and lean in, voice soft, “But your cock. I’ve dreamt of your cock Bjorn. Thought about what it would feel like. About how full I’d feel with your pretty cock inside of me.” You slam your hips down as you press your lips together.

He pulls you to his chest, wrapping his arms tight around your back. Positioning his feet on the bed, his hips rise to meet yours, driving himself deeper. The change in angle sends sparks of ecstasy through you. Your head falls back as you cry out, overcome by the intensity. His name tumbles from your lips like a prayer as you chase your release.

Your fingers dig into his hair as waves of pleasure crash over you. He groans, low and guttural, the sound vibrating through his chest. His pace quickens, becoming almost frantic.

"Let go," he whispers hoarsely against your ear. "Want to feel you squeeze my cock." Bjorn’s words send a shiver down your spine. You feel yourself teetering on the edge, every nerve ending alight. When his thumb finds your most sensitive spot, circling with delicious pressure, it's too much. You cry out, clinging to him as you shudder and pulse around him. He holds you tight, guiding you through the waves of your climax.

As you start to come down, he captures your lips in a searing kiss. His hips still move against yours, chasing his own release. You run your fingers through his hair, savoring the feeling of him moving inside you. With a final thrust, he buries himself one last time and moans through his release.

His arms tighten around you, pulling you closer. Separating from his soft lips, you rest your head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat gradually slow. A bead of sweat trickles down your back. The room is silent except for your mingled breathing.

After a long moment, he gently brushes your hair back from your face. You look up and meet his eyes. They're dark, pupils still dilated with lingering desire. He leans down and kisses you softly, tenderly.

"That was..." he murmurs against your lips.

"Entirely worth the fucking wait," you finish for him.

Bjorn throws his head back in a laugh. A small gasp escapes your lips at the sensation. His softened cock still inside you, connecting your bodies. Flipping you, he lays you gently on the bed before slowly removing himself from you. You both moan as you watch him leave you. Glancing around, he sees the bathroom. Grabbing his underwear on the way, he disappears into the bathroom.

He returns with a wet cloth and gives you a gentle peck as he cleans you. Throwing the cloth, he slides into bed, and you curl around him. He reaches down and pulls the blanket up over your entangled bodies. You snuggle into his warmth, feeling utterly content and satisfied.

Bjorn’s voice is gentle in the quiet night, “D’you mind if I stay?”

Too exhausted to give vocal answer, you nod and hold him tighter as your eyes slide shut.

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cw | infidelity, couch sex, age gap, unprotected sex, low key exhibitionism

Pool boy! Armin x MILF! Reader

A/N | Hey yall, this is lowkey shit but I just wanted to post something. I hope y'all had a happy new years, and as always, I hope y'all enjoy. Not edited.

A friend of a friend told him about the job, saying that you and your husband needed a new pool boy because the last one graduated. He was a broke college student in need of money for the summer. It didn’t take long for numbers to be exchanged and him calling you later that day. You picked up the phone with a polite hello and asked him who he was and what he needed. He said he wanted to apply for the position of pool maintenance. He was surprised at how quickly you said yes, wide eyes as you gave him the address and time you wanted him to come by tomorrow. He hung up with a quick thank you and practically jumped out of his chair. He had never gotten a job that effortless before, he just figured that you had gotten pretty desperate for someone to fill in the empty spot.

And he was half right.

But what he didn’t know was that the friend of a friend he talked to, his mother was friends with you, and as soon as she saw a picture of him she wasted no time to show you how cute your next plaything is. You’ve started to get restless since your last boytoy went on and left, and were itching to find another one to entertain you for the summer. Some might call it indecent, shameful, or even obscene; but you didn’t care. Your stupid, simple husband didn’t bat an eyelash about how you felt when he started sleeping with other, younger woman once he decided you weren’t worth his time anymore, so why should you care about his feelings? You loved the risky thrill that rushed through your veins at the thought of being caught fucking the pool boy.

 Was it wrong? Very much so. Did it make you want to do it that much more? Of course.

His first day went by smoothly, you greeted him with a hug and a kiss to the cheek as you showed him where he would be working and where the tools he needed were stored. He took note of your affectionate nature. He also noted the way your flowy sundress still managed to show off your curves, staring at your ass as you walk in front of him. He almost started making up excuses for you to stay in his presence longer, but you left before he could say another word. “You can just leave when you’re done. Feel free to come in whenever you need anything to eat or drink, kay’ sweetie?” You turn and walk away with a smile on your face as you feel his gaze burn into your backside in hunger. 

He came over once a week at first, but then your two boys started to warm up to him, asking him to come over more often to play football and play video games with them. He chuckled shyly and told them that they had to ask you first. You immediately said yes, ecstatic for having a reason to have him around the house more. He got comfortable being there, just like the last one, and you knew it was almost time to sink your teeth into him. 

You hadn’t failed to notice the way he ogled at you when you weren’t looking, you also hadn’t failed to notice how he would always find a way to touch you. You waist, shoulders, hips, anything he could get really. You wanted to laugh at the way he so blatantly made it clear that he would fuck you without a second to spare if you let him. You honestly didn’t expect how easy it would be to get him in your grasp. He virtually fell into your lap, simply waiting until you gave him the go-ahead to pound you into your mattress. 

It was another sweaty, humid day, and your kids were with their father who took them to some baseball game you could care less about. The only thing on your mind was getting Armin in your bed. He came over to drop off some extra fruit his mom had given him, a thing that he had started frequently doing. You thank with a warm smile as you set the basket of fresh cherries down as you welcome him in. 

Someway somehow, you persuade him to stay for a glass of wine. Conversation starts simple, talks of what he gets up to with his friends and such. Then he tests the water, asking how you met your husband. You’ve gotten drunk enough to the point where you don’t  have a filter anymore, and you tell him all of it. “It was a marriage of convenience, I met him when I was about your age, then he got me pregnant. Back then, if you got someone knocked up, you married them so that the kid wasn’t born out of wedlock. It’s such a stupid thing, and I only did it so that my father wouldn’t cut me out of his will,” you laugh, and he hangs onto your every word. “I only did it so that I have money to live on once I get a divorce.” You slur out, relaxing into the couch. “You’re gonna divorce him? From the outside, y’all look like the perfect couple.” You scoff at his statement, moving closer to him. His eyes drop down to your lips, then go back up to lock with yours. “Please, he’s been cheating on me for years, and the funny part about it is that he thinks he’s so slick with it. Add insult to injury, he’s basically a man child. He can’t cook for shit, he doesn’t clean up for shit – even though he makes the biggest mess, and he’s just a fucking idiot in general. I can’t stand him, and he’s not good in bed either!” You sigh in exasperation, and he chuckles as you finish ranting.

“You’re obviously done with him, and it doesn’t sound like you haven’t had sex with him in a while.” He says, placing his hand on your thigh. You look down at it, then at him. “What do you think, genius?” You lean towards him until your faces are only inches from each other. It’s sudden, his lips on yours and your hand on his cheek. You straddle him as he kisses down your neck. Your hands entangle themselves into his blond locks, pulling on them as you moan. Heat pools into your core as he slides the sleeve of your dress down, pressing open mouth kisses to your shoulder as he ruts up into your clothed cunt. “You sure you want me to fuck you here? they could be back soon.” He mutters as he unclips your bra, taking one nipple in his mouth as he fondles the other. You grind back onto him as you pull his pants just far down enough for you to pull his cock out from his briefs. “I don’t care, just give me what I want.” You stroke him, his groans filling the room as he bucks up into your hand.

He pulls your panties to the side as you position yourself above him, sinking down on his girth with a breathy sigh. His hands rest on your ass as you adjust to his size. “You ok, need a second?” He teases, and you glare at him. He’s the biggest you’ve had in a long time, and it caught you off guard. “Shut up and fuck me already. Isn’t that what you came over for?” His eyes darken with lust as he thrusts up into your heat, fingers digging crescents into your hips. Your arms sling over his neck, air getting knocked out your throat from how hard he fucks up into your pussy. He reaches down to rub small, quick circles onto your clit, and you grab his arm from the overstimulation. “Ohh goddd.” You whine, meeting his thrusts. He whispers obscenities into your ear, making you wetter by the second. “What do think your husband would think of you getting fucked by the pool boy, hmm?” He smirks, hand coming to pull you pack to face him by your braids. “A-armin, s’good, it’s sooo good.” You whimper, too focused on the pleasure to register anything he says. “You gonna cum?  Squeezing me like a fucking vice.” He grunts, thrusting into you with fervor. You could feel your orgasm coming, coil within you tightening by the second. Unused tears threaten to fall from your eyes from the pleasure as you ride him. “I’m gonna cummm.” You spasm around him, slick spreading on both your thighs. His eyes roll back as his thrusts get sloppier. “Cum in me. I want you to cum in me.” You say, voice hoarse from being so loud. “Ohhhh fuckkkkk.” He moans, spilling his hot cum into your sopping pussy. 

Heavy breathing echoes across the living as you slump onto him. Before either of you can say anything, you hear the click of the lock and the rowdiness of your family. You quickly push both you and Armin over the back of the couch, outside the view of the front door. You hear shouts and laughter as they make their way to the kitchen. “Where mom?” You hear your youngest say. Your eyes widen as you hear tiny footsteps coming closer. “Don’t worry about it buddy, she's probably out with some friends.” You hear your husband shout. You breathe a sigh of relief as we walk away. 

You wait until it's safe to usher him out the side door. “So about next week..?” You cut him off with a heated kiss before he can say anything else. “Don’t think this means that you can slack off on cleaning my damn pool. I expect it to as spic and span as before we slept together, you hear me?.” You say, eyeing him up and down. You leave him speechless as you walk away. He just smiles and shakes his head as he walks to his car.

He can’t wait to tell the group chat that he was the first one to fuck a married woman.

-Nene

[suguru-getos]

Birthday Lovings | Bakugou x Todoroki x F!Reader |

A/N: This post is for my baby @bakugoushotwife for her birthday. <3 (Yes I posted early I wrote this on my work laptop). I love you and I hope you like being loved by these two dorks! No warnings as such, this is an extremely fluffy (almost Diabetes inducing fluffy excuse me :P) They just love you so much and want to make your birthday special. <3 I thought of creating a mood-board to make you familiar with the aesthetics we have going on here :DD

Shouto knew better than to be impatient, yet, he couldn't help but sigh looking at the clock. "Don't understand what's taking her so long." His childish dismissal evident and biting as the Blonde gremlin next to him scoffed. "Learn patience on your own before I shove it where the sun don't shine." Shouto bites back quite instantly, "All you know is how to sound useless, do better and be more creative dull head." After tolerating each other since high school; Bakugou and Shouto have grown used to each other. Each have their own unique traits to exhibit where they show you love. It was exactly 10 pm of the day before your birthday and Shouto Todoroki was getting annoyed. The veins of his forehead popping up and flaring, though his counterpart was seemingly chill. Sometimes the tables turn on these two, and you're the only one who knows them this intimately who can figure that out.

"She'll be here." Bakugou scoffed, clearly annoyed.

They have spent a lot of time decorating the house after all. Shouto wanted to see how much you'd like it. If… you'd like it. "Cute." Katsuki snickered under his breath, rolling his eyes. They had decorated the entrance with metallic balloons in grey and white, with strings and bells of the accentuating undertones. The whole house was decorated with roses and was a literal paradise. Musk and vanilla scented candles all over, waiting to be lit up and the cake as massive as your wedding cake. They wanted the 12 am of your birthday to mark the celebrations quick and clear.

Here you were, stuck at work and the two hero gremlins who's heart you own… restless and needy.

Shouto finally texted you:

Shouto [10:19pm]: Where are you? Snowflake [10:21pm]: I'm on my way, I'll be there soon!

Katsuki chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Told ya, we'll fuck her shitty boss up if he tries to make her stay late today."

Shouto nodded, a gentle and relaxed smile plastered over his features. This sounds, nice… you'd be here in no time then! How quaint.

They waited patiently, Shouto leaning his head against Katsuki's shoulders as they sat on the couch dressed up in a white button up with blazers scrolling through TikToks. "The worst thing is these edits made by fans." Katsuki scoffs, "Taking my words completely out of the context." Shouto laughs, "If  you want me to listen then get on your knees and beg? Who says that to a villain? You should know that would be surely taken out of the context." Bakugou rolls his eyes, scoffing and scrolling further. They were extremely popular heroes, each famous for their powers but also their behaviours. On one hand we had Dynamight - the symbol of strength, the symbol of bluntness and to stand true to your opinion. His fans admired him for his good looks, powers and of course his ability to be so direct and without any filters. The other hand we had Shouto - symbol of strength and gentlemanliness. Famous as the elegant hero who is refined and almost aristocratic and exudes charm like no other. Politely speaks and still can get menacing when needed. Girls dig that. Too bad both of them are literally married to you.

Their thoughts and conversations were cut off with the door knock. Both of them lurched up, looking at each other with a shit-eating grin. "Kay, she's here. Good s' almost 12" Katsuki beamed, walking towards the door and opening it for you.

You walked in, suddenly engulfed by the scent of his cologne, while Shouto lured around too as both of them say in unison. "Welcome home!" If you had a bad day, you couldn't really do anything but give into the harmonious and contagious happiness and excitement both of them showcased. You smiled, cheeks dusting red as the decorations reflected in the browns of your eyes. "Oh my god- this- this is a lot! You guys" You blushed, getting a tad embarrassed with how extensive and extra they've been. "Shut up shitty woman!" Katsuki laughed, carrying you over his shoulder before you could absorb the decorations done in your name. Your birthday which was about to commence… "We got just the perfect fit for you, Darling." Shouto echoed, walking beside Katsuki towards your shared bedroom. The red satin dress laid down on your king sized bedroom, with three Tiffany and Co. boxes which had matching jewellery, lingerie, perfume, and of course dainty heels that would complete the look.

You gasped, chuckling at how the diamond set laid there serpentine, they really planned a lot. No wonder you watched them on their phone's showing each other things secretively three weeks before your big day. "I chose most of the things" Bakugou lied through his teeth, and Shouto frowned. "Hey- that's absolutely not true!" Immediately cutting Katsuki off with a pouty glare. "We decided things together, we had to brainstorm a lot. The things I liked, he didn't. The things he liked, I didn't." Shouto stamped the truth on Katsuki's face and yours. Katsuki was only teasing after all, nodding with a softened grin to accept Shouto's truth. "I see, I see… thank you Daddies. You both have been so cute." You almost whine, heart swelling at their efforts and their little banter. Oh how did you get so lucky? "Go change." Katsuki playfully spanked the mound of your ass, though it's not as playful because it stings just right. You roll your eyes and change in front of them… no shame in rewarding with how much they've done for you. They both look at you the same way they did when they first saw you naked. Shouto has a little dusk on his cheek, Katsuki is a little wide-eyed. Their stares turn from awe to a potion of parched predators mingled with loving worshippers. It’s something words would fail to describe. Teeth-baringly unique to Bakugou Katsuki & Shouto Todoroki when they glance at your beautiful body. "I'll rip those off after." Katsuki pointed at the lingerie and called dibs on it in front of Shouto. "Shut up, now isn't the time for that." Shouto chided him, acting refined but his core burned when you slipped the dress on. "Alright little one, get ready and Shouto and I, would go prepare stuff up." "Okay, I won’t take long, I promise." You comfort, seeing it was 11:30 PM on the clock. Hearing that calms Shouto's nerves significantly. Little perfection freak amalgamated with the other Blonde Perfectionism Freak.

They go outside after you kiss them on the lips, letting them wander around your body that grounds them, that makes them realize what they want to protect so bad.

Once you finished getting ready, you walked outside to the lit aisle of roses, champagne bottle decorated along with the dinner food on one side of the table; the other having your birthday cake. "This is all so fucking cute!" You wiggled in place, giddy like a child. Shouto likes capturing moments, hence you were recorded coming out from your bedroom. Bakugou walked towards you, hands snaking to hold your wrist and the other around your waist to pull you close, gravely whispering, "Happy birthday." It was dot 12:00 AM. You almost teared up at the sincerity of his wish, while Shouto walked in too, kissing your forehead deeply. "Happy birthday, wife." "So happy to spend the rest of my life with you. You make me the luckiest man on this earth." Shouto chimes, kissing your cheek and chuckling when you evade eye-contact because their sincerity is making you tear up. There have been random discussions about how you haven't really spent a proper birthday. You didn't really rant about it or such, but your men are perceptive after all. "We've planned a fuckin' bash for ya!" Bakugou grins, "this one's just for the family. Just us… then tomorrow we'd party our asses off. Don't give a shit if we're blacked out by the end of it." Shouto rolls his eyes with a chuckle. "The last time you were drunk you were telling her to piss off cause you're wifed up." You snickered with Shouto at the pouty Katsuki. "You half and half bastard you were fucking calling me with your phone saying you lost your phone SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Oh they can be such messes when they're drunk. "Alright, but I get to choose who we invite!" You strike again and they nod diligently. Before you could speak further, both of them held each hand of yours, letting you stand near the cake & giving you a custom gold-plated knife, iced with diamonds. "Fuck that knife- this is so beautiful why're we even using it?" You almost were baffled, blinking at the degree of 'extra' this was. "S' a gift from yer lame best friend and her dumb bird brained idiot." Katsuki rolled his eyes, and Shouto smiled, "I like it, no idea why it's a knife though?" "Cause she said she wants to be a part of a family celebration so she'd shove an object in the ceremony." Bakugou cackled, impressed by the clinginess of your friend.

"Alright, let me cut the cake. Shut up you two! I love this knife." You almost roared, giggling and cutting the cake while they both hummed a very fine-tuned, melodious and almost acoustic version of the song 'Happy Birthday'. There was an acoustic music, serene and relaxing playing in the background while you held back from tearing up. They can be so nasty with their love towards you, spoiling you & making sure you know just how much they love you. There was one time, Shouto said something that suddenly echoed in your mind as you chose him to take the first bite of the delicious dessert. "If you were cold and burning the world would provide you warmth, I will not think twice." It was one of the days when you had a bad day, and were sitting silently on his lap while he played with your hair. Now you know, he's fully capable of doing that. The second piece goes to Bakugou Katsuki himself, a force to reckon with. He might've not said anything but you know he will cause disasters in your minor problems. How do you know? Oh it's simple, he's almost glossy eyed every time you whine at something as little as a period cramp. He can't see you in pain and he can't see him being helpless about it. You find him using rage as an outlet when he feels so. So Katsuki of him.

"Happy birthday Princess." Katsuki echoed again, leaning in and stealing a passionate kiss.

"Happy birthday, dear Snowflake." hummed Shouto, hugging you extra tight causing you to whine in a whimper with giggles, stealing a kiss after.

"Let's go have dinner." Shouto coos, looking enamoured and whipped. "Then, yer gonna be daddy's dessert." Katsuki snickered, while you rolled your eyes with a grin.

"Course, I will be. I love you two!"  

[celli-ohs]

hubba hubba!

part two of accidentally in love! series frat boy!yeonjun x stubborn!reader; college!au, one-sided love to lovers! comedy/crack, fluff, angst, smut

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8. I JUST NEED A DON JULIO 🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥(written chapter 2k)

Upon arriving at the frat house, you’re greeted by a familiar face. “Kai? What’re you doing here?” You ask, looking confused as he waves to you joyfully by the front door. “Hey, Y/n! You made it! Here, take a condom.” He passes it to you so casually you can only accept the gift(?). “Yo lemme get one!” Jake cackles and Kai innocently listens, giving his fellow frat member a rubber. “Mark is having us take shifts and pass these out, apparently last year someone stole the whole bowl.” He informs you, just as he passes out a handful to some incoming freshmen. “And you want to do this?” You ask, letting your friends enter without you. Kai shrugs. “I mean I don’t mind, my friends always say I need to socialize more.” He explains. This isn’t really socializing, more like following orders, you think to yourself. “I’m okay, really,” Kai assures you. “You should head inside though, Yeonjun has been waiting for you.” 

The mention of your partner has you perking up. “Really?” You sound more excited than you want to let on. Kai only sends you a wink and urges you to enter the house. You don’t waste any time, finally stepping inside. You and your friends had shown up fashionably late (Wonyoung had a major fashion emergency), so the party was in full swing. In the living room, a game of strip poker commenced, and people running in and out of the kitchen. The hallway was littered with drunk friends and even drunker couples, you saw someone exit the garage with a plume of smoke. You walked past the crowds of people and through the back door to the backyard, finding your friends sitting by the fire pit. “Hey! I got you a beer,” Yujin hands you the can, and you take a sip. You decide to take a seat between Yujin and Jake. 

“You guys remember Keeho and Jen, right?” Sunoo, who was sitting across from you, points to his friends on his right. You wave and greet the couple, and before you know it, everyone is lost in multiple conversations. Rei is drunkenly showing off her editing skills to Ni-ki and Sunoo. Wonyoung and Yujin have run off somewhere with their old friend Sakura. Sunghoon is currently debating with Jay over who has more rizz, forcing Jungwon to judge. Heeseung and Jake have gone off to humiliate themselves in beer pong in the basement, leaving you to third wheel with Yunjin and Keeho. “So,” Keeho sips his beer as he catches your attention. “I heard you and Yeonjun have a thing going on.” He smirks. He’s teasing you, you realize. “We don’t.” You scoff. 

“You sure? Cause you’ve been scouting everyone like a gopher since you sat down.” Keeho has this annoying glint in his eye, he knows how to push buttons. Jen lightly slaps his arm, warning him to stop. “Sorry, he likes to be messy, you can ignore him Y/n.” Jen apologizes. “I can assure you we’re nothing but classmates.” You stay firm. “I heard you’re a fashion major, if you’re looking for any models I’m totally down!” Jen jokes, making you laugh. “I’d love to! I’ve been in the works of making my own brand, and I have a few pieces I need to be modeled,” You begin to explain. “Wait really? That’s so cool!” She smiles as you pass her your phone to show her some of your personal creations. “That one would look good on you babe,” Keeho points out. “I know I like that one.” She nods.

“What’re you guys looking at?” A new voice interrupts, and suddenly you're engulfed in a hug as Yeonjun sits beside you throwing an arm around your shoulder. You tense up, as you were taken aback. But when he smiles that silly smile your way, the one where his eyes crinkle, you immediately loosen up and can’t help but grin. “Look who’s finally showed up, after what? An hour?” It’s your turn to tease now, but Yeonjun doesn’t back down. “Aww were you waiting for me?” You roll your eyes and push him away. “You wish.” You can hear- no, feel him chuckle, your hand still placed on his chest. “I was, don’t worry.” He purrs, eyes never leaving yours. “Ahem,” Keeho fakes clearing his throat, and you jump back, yanking your hand away from Yeonjun.

“Y/n was showing us some of the clothes she’d made for her brand,” Jen explains, handing your phone back. Yeonjun looks at you delightfully surprised. “You have a brand?” He asks, as you shyly hand him your phone. He’s scrolling through, eyes shining. “Not yet, I’m still working on some stuff.” You feel your stomach tighten, and you don’t even realize you’re waiting patiently for Yeonjun’s reaction. “This,” He pauses. “This is sick! You created all of this- Why wasn’t any of this in your portfolio? These are amazing!” Hearing someone like Yeonjun compliment your work, you feel as if you could fly. “Thank you,” You smile sheepishly, cheeks feeling hotter by the second. “It’s not much, seriously.” You argue. “Can I model for you when I’m healed?” He asks you eagerly. You nod shyly, yet you can’t tear your eyes away from his own.

“Kai told me you finished the shirt this morning,” Yeonjun changed the subject. You lean back into the couch. “Yeah, I did, the photos are here,” You swipe through your photo album again to show him. “Nice! You did a good job, it looks perfect.” He compliments. “I don’t know how many times I accidentally stabbed myself last night,” You joke. Hearing this, Yeonjun suddenly holds your hands, searching your fingers for injuries. “I’m okay! I was kidding,” You try to slip away, feeling more and more nervous as he continues to observe you, but he holds a firm yet comforting grip. “I’ll patch you up next time,” He tells you, still holding your hand. You can’t even refuse, you simply nod and smile. “Okay.” You agree. 

“Are you having fun? Didn’t mean to leave you all alone, pretty.” The pet name has you malfunctioning. “I-I mean I’ve been fine, my friends-” You’d turn to point to the others sitting around you two, but as if by magic, you found the two of you alone on the couch. Jen and Keeho were gone, Rei was nowhere to be found, and you had no idea where the boys went. You shut your mouth, your nerves are rising, and you can feel Yeonjun’s eyes searching for yours. “What’s wrong pretty?” He purrs. You don’t answer, blushing too hard to properly think of an answer. “I’m just teasing.” Yeonjun laughs and pulls away. “I’m gonna grab us something to drink, okay?” He tells you, standing up. 

“Okay.” You nod obediently. Yeonjun winks and you feel your cheeks burn hotter as he disappears back inside the house. You giggle to yourself, leaning into your seat. Wait. What were you doing? You sit up straight. Did you just giggle?! Oh God, you did. Your head falls into your hands as you freak out. Why would you be giggling? Surely not because you thought Yeonjun liked you and that you liked him- Hold on. You didn’t like Yeonjun, remember? Yeah, that’s right. You don’t like Yeonjun. You guys aren’t even friends, just classmates. You sigh, getting ahead of yourself. Grumbling, you cross your arms and sit back on the couch. Your leg is shaking, you’re tapping your hand on your arm, your head swiveling around. Where was Yeonjun?! After waiting for eternity, you finally stand up and storm inside the house. 

Immediately you regret your decision, wishing you’d just stayed outside. At least you’d be oblivious to what was happening right in front of you. Just feet away, Choi Yeonjun was busy entertaining himself with the crowd of girls surrounding him in the living room. And it wasn’t like they were just standing next to him, no. One had a hand in his hair, another giggling into his ear. One of those girls had practically wrapped her whole body around his like a boa constrictor. Your mouth tasted sour, and your stomach felt sick. You pushed past a few people, entering the kitchen. You needed a drink and not some lousy beer. You shoved a drunk couple off the counter, grabbing a solo cup and the first bottle of liquor you could spot. Without reading the label, you pour yourself a shot or two, instantly downing it. 

You begin to repeat the process until someone taps your shoulder. “Hey, Y/n- oh wow.” You’d spun around too fast, making yourself dizzy (or was the world just spinning more than usual?). “Fuck off.” You slur. The person speaking seemingly slinks off, letting you return to quenching your thirst with whatever bottle you had in your hand. You don’t know how many more you’d drink when you hear your name. “Y/n! What the hell?!” It’s Yujin, you realize, but only because she’d shoved her face into yours. “What’re you doing? You can’t drink, you can barely handle a beer!” She yells. Grumpy, you begin to whine. “I was thirsty!” You argue. “For half a bottle of Don Julio?! You know what happens when you have tequila!” You hadn’t even realized Jay was there until he’d ripped the bottle from your hand.

“I wasn’t finished!” You complain. “No, we are going home. Jay, can you get Wonyoung? We’re leaving.” You hear Yujin. “And Rei?” He asks. As Yujin answers, you wander off, walking like a zombie through the crowd. You don’t even know where you’re going until you fall right into someone’s arms. “Woah! Where’re you going pretty? I thought I said to wait for me?” You look up to find a familiar yet annoying smirk. “Choi Yeonjun.” You spit, eyes glaring. “Yeah that’s me,” He chuckles. “Are you drunk? Are you feeling okay? You should sit down-” You shush him, and rip yourself away from him. “You-You left me. Alone!” You shout. (You would point at him, but for some reason, there were two Yeonjun’s and you weren’t sure which one was the real one.)

“I-I know, I’m sorry, I got caught up with something, but you should really-” You don’t even listen to what else Yeonjun has to say. All you heard were excuses, you knew what he’d been ‘caught up’ with and you felt foolish for believing someone like him could only have eyes for you. You could not believe you allowed yourself to fall under his spell. You shake your head, beginning to walk back to wherever Yujin and Jay were. Except Yeonjun calls out to you, and unexpectedly he grabs your wrist. Bad idea, because before anyone could even process what was happening, you spin around with your fist out. Too bad you were drunk though, as you could not hold your own weight, and what could have knocked Yeonjun off his feet turned into a miscalculated punch to his cheek.

“Don’t touch me.” You slur, despite collapsing on top of him. You can hear people shouting (or was that the music?) as someone picks you up from behind. “Get a hold of yourself! Jesus Christ, we can’t take you anywhere!” They yell, yet you don’t register that they’re yelling at you since you’re more concerned about freeing yourself, kicking around. “Y/n! Stop it!” It’s Yujin you realize, and you slow down. Someone grabs you by the feet, and the two carry you off. “Are you insane?! Why the fuck did you punch Yeonjun?!” The other person turns out to be Jay. “Let go of me,” You try to wiggle out of their grasp, but are rudely hit with a gust of wind. “No, we are going home, you’re going to get us arrested if you go back there.” Yujin sounds exasperated.

“No, let me go,” You whine. “No! You can barely walk-” “I’m gonna throw up.” You frown, your stomach turning like a tornado. “Oh fuck- here! Here!” They set you down, and as you puke into a bush, you can’t tell which one of them is holding your hair back and which one is helping you stand. All you knew was that after that, you woke up on Yujin’s couch wearing an old Spiderman t-shirt and basketball shorts.

Bonus:

Yeonjun's and Y/n's flirting was so bad everyone had to leave

Y/n suffering from a bad case of Yeonjunitis

Soobin fell in the pool approximately 7 minutes after Y/n went inside

Yujin was the girls' dd, while Jay was the boys' dd

someone please tell me they know the meme I'm referencing in the title 😭

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[floofweaver]

Happy 107th for the Sergeant of the 107th

Fic for @buckybarnesevents Bucky Birthday Bash event!

Base: TFATWS/Post Endgame Bucky | Filling: Friends to Lovers | Frosting: Reader | Toppings: Carnival (Blue/Gold technically as well, but it wasn't my intention initially pfff)

Fandom: The Falcon and The Winter Soldier, Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Not Rated (There's some swearing and this is aimed for adult audiences, but nothing explicit happens beyond cuddling)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Bucky Barnes's 107th birthday, Implied Sam Wilson, buckybarnesevents' birthday bash, Birthday Cake, Carnival, Bucky Barnes Feels, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Fluff, Confessions, No use of y/n, Bucky Barnes's Birthday, happy birthday bucky barnes

Summary: Bucky isn't entirely optimistic about his birthday. He's surprised to be alive, really. But then you show up with a handmade cake and a suggestion to go to the local carnival, and he finds it hard to say no. After all, what kind of friend wouldn't say yes to a totally platonic outing on his birthday?

Wordcount: 6k! (Wowee, okay, this is post-edit Kai here. I uh... This went from a short 1k fic to 6k! I wasn't expecting that aaa)

Snippet:

Upon opening his door, he was greatly surprised to see you all dressed up. You were wearing a pastel coloured sundress with your favourite colour and your hair done up in your favourite hairstyle. Bucky quickly took note of how you were holding your arms behind you, like you were hiding something. “Morning Sergeant Barnes! Glad to see you know better than to keep a lady waiting.” You greeted him with a smirk. Bucky felt the claws of depression and pessimism leave him as he glanced at your face and getup. Something about your presence this morning made him feel comforted.

Read the rest on AO3!

Moodboard was quickly made by me with images from Google, so uhhh... I guess you can use it if you want? I'm not too familiar with moodboards, usages, credit, etc on here ^^

Note: I'm scheduling this post in advance because I'm going to be up late proofreading this super-duper last second. I've never really participated in something like this before, and I'm just getting back into fanfic writing, so if this all seems rushed or hectic, that's why! Sorry in advance &lt;3

Bonus: While I don't NORMALLY listen to two things at once, I was listening to this Bucky Barnes playlist and this Carnival ambience video at the same time while writing this. It really helped me immerse into my writing. It's not necessary to read the fic though

[itendtothinkalot]

stupid in love

Summary: why can the whole world see how in love you are with soobin but he can’t? 

Genre: Romance, angst, fluff, comedy, 

Characters: soobin x f!reader, friends!txt x reader, idol!reader, idol!txt

Words: 2,696

Completed (oneshot)

Note: i didnt proofread this 

You weren’t necessarily sure when your feelings for Soobin had been amplified but you knew it was just weeks after the two of you had met. You were the only female trainee in Big Hit at that point of time which made it difficult for you to find other female friends but you pulled through with the little you had.

You had debuted just a year before TXT did as a solo artist. You could say you did fairly well as an artist. Not to bust your own balls but your fanbase had been incredibly strong and supportive. You weren’t going to lie, you did have hopes to debut in a girl group, you were incredibly lonely at times but you did have the boys to lean on when you needed, afterall they were your friends in private and publicly. 

“I just ate! Thank you for asking!” You answered, as you scrolled through the copious amount of comments pouring in. 

Huening chuckled, “Wait! Did you see that comment?” 

You shook your head. Huening aggressively scrolled through the comments, finally landing on a comment that aggravated you.

‘When are you announcing your relationship with Soobin?’ You read in your head before shooting a glare at Kai, who knew of your one-sided crush.

The fans of TXT and yours had been fed with more than enough content from the both of you. Ever since you had announced your close friendship with TXT through multiple instagram stories, your friendship had blown up in several ways. From photoshoots to variety shows, the fans loved your friendship. You weren’t very surprised that there were pairings of you and the different members but you were extremely surprised to find out that Soobin and you weren’t the most popular pairing that people liked especially since fans had called you out for looking at Soobin with honey dripping from your eyes and well…they were right. 

“And the winner of today’s episode is the both of you!” The producer handed you and Soobin the prize.

You looked over to the taller male and grinned. He looked great that day. His dishevelled black hair, his collared blue shirt that you thought he looked great in, the tight jeans that accentuated his very rounded plum of an ass (not that you’d ever say that to him). You were completely aware that you WERE looking…no…staring at him with actual honey tears. Your eyes complete crescents as you stared at his lips, then to his nose then to his eyes in complete. utter. adoration.  

Oh fuck, you were still recording.

“AAAAAH!” Beomgyu screamed in agony, dragging you out from your train of thought. “THAT’S UNFAIR! FUCK!” He continued cursing. 

You made a mental note to check out the episode when it was posted. It was definitely getting censored. You continued laughing as you teased Beomgyu who had been working a little too hard to win the game the producers had prepared only to lose because you and Soobin had correctly guessed that he was the mafia. 

“Come on! You were so obvious!” You fought, taunting him further.

“OH REALLY? HOW?!” Beomgyu’s face reddened every minute he thought of how close he was to winning. His fists curled as he ran towards you – jokingly of course. The two of you had a love-hate relationship and the show thrived with the help of your relationship dynamics with Beomgyu. It was mainly the reason why you would’ve guessed there were many MANY many many edits of you and him on Tiktok. 

“I am literally disgusted.” You belched, as your eyes were glued onto the screen. A video of you and Beomgyu looking at each other while Chris Browns’ ‘Under the Influence’ played. “Why did you have to show me that?”

“I’m just saying…we would’ve made a good looking couple if it wasn’t for your ginormous crush on Soobin.” Beomgyu teased.

“Say it louder…I’m sure he didn’t hear you! I dare you, Choi Beomgyu.” Your hands rushed to cover his big fat mouth. 

“Relax, he’s still recording. You know it’s about time you told him you liked him. It’s been 4 years.” Beomgyu laughed.

As much as Beomgyu annoyed you, you knew he was right.

You were making coffee on the set of your variety show. You felt your eyes closing from the long hours of filming and definitely needed another cup of 3-in-1 coffee. It was 3am. You don’t think your assistant could find a 24/7 starbucks anywhere near the suburbs of Korea even if they tried. 

“Hey.” Soobin greeted, his hands fiddling with the lint in his pockets as he stood beside you, eyeing your every move. 

Using your teeth to open the packet of coffee, your eyes lazily looked up at him, giving him a slight nod before turning your head back to your styrofoam cup. 

“Someone’s sleepy.” He laughed. 

“Give me a break. I’ve been up since yesterday filming my album photoshoot and now I’m here playing the wildest version of duck duck goose with Beomgyu yelling every now and then. The only thing keeping me sane right now is that you’re here.” You blurted. 

“Well…that’s kind of why I’m talking to you.” Soobin reasoned.

“Huh?”

“You drink coffee to stay awake. I talk to you. You’re like my own shot of espresso.” 

As tired as you were, you could feel blood rushing to your cheeks. You turned away, hoping he wouldn’t catch your tomato coloured cheeks. 

“You’re an idiot.” You mumbled through your teeth, biting your cheeks to hide your smile.

“Gyu was right.” 

“What? What did he say?” 

“You show affection through aggression. Maybe that’s why I kind of thought you liked him.” Soobin said, before finding his way back on set.

After that conversation with Soobin, you sort of strayed away from him. Did he know you like him? Why was he being incredibly strategic and quiet about it? You didn’t wanna find out. Not till you were forced to.

“And you’re watching Buzzfeed’s balance game!” The 6 of you shouted harmoniously.

Beomgyu rummaged through the tub of questions, using his grubby hands to pull out a question. 

“Would you rather be able to travel to the future or go back to the past?” 

The 6 of you thought long and hard for the question, bickering back and forth to what your answers were. 

“The next question!” Kai said as he pulled another question from the jar. 

“Would you rather confess to someone you like or be confessed to?” 

Beomgyu and Kai’s eyes landed on you almost immediately. You rolled your eyes and nudged the both of them, hoping that the producers at Buzzfeed would cut that specific part out.

“I think my best friend should answer this question.” Beomgyu giggled as he passed the floor to you.

“I…um… I think I’d rather be curious of the persons’ feelings towards me rather than be flat out rejected. I don’t think I could ever handle being rejected especially from someone I truly like.” 

“Why are you so sure the person you’d like would reject you?” Yeonjun butted in. 

“I’m just saying…! This is hypothetical!” 

“But you do know you’re really pretty and funny, right?” Kai spoke. 

“GUYS! THIS IS HYPOTHETICAL! DON’T MAKE THIS SAD AND INTO SOMETHING IT’S NOT!” 

“We’re just saying… we love you!  And if you do get rejected, there’s always Beomgyu!” Kai chuckled. 

“Don’t make me throw up.”

“Wait, wait, wait but like what if the person likes you back?” Taehyun joined. 

“Are we really prolonging this terrible conversation?”

“But Taehyun’s right! What if the person likes you? Would you confess then?” This time it was Soobin who spoke.

“I mean I wouldn’t know if he did like me or not! Besides, I’d only confess if I was really really reaaally sure.” 

“Then what about you?” Yeonjun looked over to Soobin.

“I’m the same. I’d have to be sure she felt the same way as me to confess.”

What was the point of that horrid game? Did Beomgyu and Kai team up with the producers and coerced you into this stupid interview? God, everyone’s gonna know you’re in love with Soobin and everyone’s gonna know you’re probably getting rejected.

You cringed as you scrolled past tiktok to see the amount of edits that had come out from that stupid Buzzfeed video. Everyone was editing your comment and adding emotional Billie Eillish songs to it and you felt your fingers curl from pure cringe and agony. You loved your fans but God, they were making you look like you had already been rejected by Soobin. 

The only relief you got from Tiktok was that all your fans were too busy laughing at you rejecting Beomgyu to realise you had been staring at Soobin the entire time you had discussed the question.

“I don’t know how people are still shipping you and I together. I thought I made it clear you were gross.” You cried to Beomgyu who was still giggling at the tiktok edits of the both of you. 

“Don’t blame them! Everyone loves a good enemies to lovers trope!” Beomgyu shoved another tiktok to your face. “You know…I’m really surprised no one caught you going gaga over Soobin. Maybe it’s because I’m friends with you, I can sense the look of absolute desperation and pining on your face. Which to be fair, is like your only look when you’re with Soobin.”

“Do you have anything else to say to me besides the usual you look desperate for Soobin?” 

“No. Not really.”

Turns out, people did end up noticing the look you gave Soobin. Beomgyu was right. Your crush on Soobin was spiralling. It was about time the netizens found out about your crush. You weren’t being careful. You weren’t being quiet about it either. Your face said it all. 

Going on the internet a day after wasn’t that great either. Here you were on the forums looking at your shared fandom clowning you. 

PRETTY SURE SHE LIKES SOOBIN 

Guys…was i the only one that noticed how she was looking at soobin? Do you think somethings going on? Hahaha to be honest i found it quite cute! I like her and Beomgyu together but i think i may abandon ship and jump aboard this ship instead!!!!

1. [+164, -14] Honey couple finally being recognised ㅋㅋㅋ 

2. [+133, -10] Noooo! I want the enemy couple to be together!

3. [+103, -5] Everyone’s talking about how she’s looking at Soobin but why is no one talking about how Soobin is looking at her in this video? ㅋㅋㅋ [link]

Now that caught your attention. Your fingers hurriedly pressed the link the fan had posted and it had brought you to an edited video of the recent episode of your shared show that had been aired.

It was right after the both of you had won the round. You had forgotten to watch the episode though you had promised yourself to watch it. You got busy with your schedule and barely had time for yourself.

As Beomgyu was screaming, the fan had cropped the part of the video of only you and Soobin. Straight after being snapped out of your train of thought, you had focused solely on Beomgyu who had continued his neverending cursing. Soobin was there, eyes glued onto you. His lips stretched from ear to ear every single time you laughed or smiled or showed any sort of reaction. You didn’t realise that his eyes were stuck on you. It hadn’t moved for a solid 3 minutes and 34 seconds. 

Holy fuck. Does Soobin like me back?

You felt your fingers working its way to text Beomgyu this video. 

‘GYU…Is this proof?!??!!??!?!’ You typed out and hit send.

Not realising that you had posted it on your…main. Instagram. Stories. 

Your eyes widened at your horrifying mistake. Only a second had passed and you were sure 100 people had already seen it. All of a sudden your brain didn’t work. Your hands didn’t move fast enough and soon it was a 1000. Finally, the video got deleted but…to no avail. Thousands of fans had the luck of screen recording the video that you had posted with your actual caption. You were dead.

The next thing you knew your phone was blowing up.

Hueninggie: NOONA…PLEASE…STEP AWAY FROM YOUR PHONE.

Gyu: when i told you to update me i didnt mean on ig stories…omg ure so dumb but thanks for the shoutout lol

Yeonjun: LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOO

Taehyun: I literally thought you were smarter than all of us. I guess I’m the dumb one for believing that.

Soobin: ?

You shook your head. No…no…no…not Soobin. NOT SOOBIN. Anyone but him. 

“AHHH!” You squeaked, throwing your phone across the room. 

You had to film the new episode of your show in about an hour and here you were a coffee in one hand and your dignity falling out of your ass every second. You felt everyones’ eyes on you as you quietly made your way to the dressing room. 

“DON’T!” You yelled as you walked in and looked over to your stylists who had started giggling the moment you entered. “Please don’t…” 

After you were done with hair and make up, you had sent your stylists away to get you some coffee though you didn’t need any. You just needed time alone before the inevitability of your doom had begun (filming with the love of your life who doesn’t feel the same way and how the world knows you’re in love with him even though he’s not and your life is falling apart but ok whatever).

You had alerted the boys not to annoy you when you were in the dressing room. You did not want to see them or hear anything from them after the messages they had sent you but the knocks on your dressing room door was getting more infuriating. Stomping to the door, you opened it, scowling, “Gyu, I will castrate you like a cat if you don’t fuc- Soobin!” You panicked. Your eyes doubled in size as the last bit of your sanity left you.

“Hi.” The bags under his eyes were prominent. He still looked as handsome as ever but he did look incredibly lethargic. At that point, it had already been 3 days since you posted the instagram story and 2 days and 23 hours since you hadn’t replied to his punctuated message. “Did I do something wrong?” His voice breaking.

“What?” You immediately grabbed both his hands and pulled him to sit on the sofa. “What’s wrong?” Immediately, concern was the first thing that washed over you. Fuck how YOU were feeling over this, Soobin was way more important!

“I’ve been wracking my brain and I thought you liked me but you didn’t reply me or call me…is this a sick joke?”

“What?”

“When you posted that video I was sure you liked me. I got really excited about it and went to Gyu and he told me it was an accident and that I should really talk to you about it but I tried to and you ignored me for 3 days straight. Did I do something wrong?”

“Soo-”

“I was wrong in that interview. I was wrong when I said I agreed with you. I need to know. I need to know if you like me and I need you to reject me so I can move on.”

You could feel your soul levitating out of your body and looking back at you in the cheesiest way possible. Soobin liked you back? 

“I can’t reject you.” You drifted off.

“God…I know I said I like you but you can’t just be selfish and keep me fo-”

“Let me finish! I like you. I think I’ve liked you for about 4 years now.”

“Oh. That’s a really long time.” Soobin scratched the back of his head as he blinked his eyes. 

“Yeah, I’m basically a pro at one-sided crushes.” You chuckled awkwardly.

“I’m sorry.” Soobin reached out for your hands once more, resting his large palms above your hands, his fingers dangling out from the corners of your palms, his nails caressing your thighs. 

“For?” You chuckled, trying not to be hyper aware of his touch. 

“For taking so long to realise my feelings for you.”

[destinygoldenstar]

🍀I Am Deeply Uncomfortable...🍀 - Total Drama Viewer Reacts to Disventure Camp Season 2 Episode 3 “The Kiss-A-Thon”

TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT/NON-CONSENTAL SEXUAL ACTION, DISCUSSIONS OF DEPRESSION & SUICIDAL THOUGHTS

Okay, this italicized part is an EDIT after the reaction. I need to put up a trigger warning for this episode as a reason why I might not show as many images as usual.

I don't think it's as bad as it could've been, otherwise I think OddNation would get demonetized. But to be on the safe side, THIS EPISODE/THIS POST MIGHT TRIGGER SOME PEOPLE UNCOMFTORABLE WITH WATCHING NON-CONSENTUAL CONTENT. IT MIGHT ALSO TRIGGER SOME PEOPLE STRUGGLING WITH DEPRESSION.

I WILL put a TW in the tags as well so they don't see the post. But in case your account doesn't have the filter for this sort of thing, HERE'S YOUR WARNING.

If you have any sort of bad responses to seeing sexual assault, or sexual affection/action without consent, LEAVE. THIS WILL TRIGGER YOU. If you are sensitive to the topic of depression and suicidal thoughts, LEAVE. THIS WILL TRIGGER YOU.

Can I say, just two episodes in, and the animation is already so much better? Maybe it's just me, but in the first episode it was VERY choppy, and in the second episode it's more fluid.

I mean, I was told I'd see their progress backwards, so there we go.

I think the mic issues are here to stay though. At least they improved it later.

So, yeah... let's get right into it.

IS THAT A HEART WITH AN ARROW ON THE WALL?

How many carvings did Tom and Jake do?!

I also find it SO AWKWARD that the arrow is AIMED AT AIDEN IN THIS SHOT.

"Come on, babe! With the power of followers, cupid will shoot you with LOVE for ME!"

Find a nice girl, Aiden. Not this creep.

Or guy, idk what his sexuality is.

"I voted for you, remember?"

"Oh, it's fine. No hard feelings."

Oh. Okay, wow.

That vote WAS hard feelings, but uh... good for him for not taking it personally?

"If I hadn't done what I did, one of us wouldn't be here right now."

How do you know that? But also... fair? Idk.

"Maybe, maybe not. But that's no excuse for-"

"For what, Aiden? This is a game."

Aiden keeps taking the words right out of my mouth. This is scary.

It is scary how much he is being my voice right now.

"If you want to be mad, fine. But place blame on the game, not the player."

That's fair. I get that.

Unless you're, you know, personally assaulting someone's psyche.

Can't blame the game for that.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to post a couple stories and take a picture of my breakfast."

XD

Idk why that was funny to me.

"Whassup?! Look at this GROSS SLOP I'm eating! If you like this disgusting picture, be sure to follow me!"

Like, what is the logic there?

I'm obviously a social media noob.

Yeah, the animation quality is already WAY better in Episode 3. I'm impressed.

I mean it's not as great as Season 1, BUT it's already a lot smoother and less choppy. And I'm not being blared in my ears with music.

Amazing how quickly they learned.

"It's my fault, I shouldn't have put all my books on the ground."

Maybe you shouldn't have put them ON THE STAIRS.

THAT'S A WORSE SAFETY HAZARD.

"My tutor left me some essays that I have to mail to her."

"Wait, do you have to do homework here?"

"Well, it was the condition that my parents gave me so I could be here."

I HATE PEOPLE LIKE THAT. OMG.

Like, that sucks the joy out of these trips. ALWAYS.

God I hated school.

"Have you had breakfast yet? The puppet made pancakes."

I don't trust that puppet. I don't.

I would not eat anything she gives me.

"Oh, I know! I already had breakfast. The pancakes were delicious."

...I sense a lie detector...

"Today we ate oatmeal."

OH WOW.

Yeah, Rosa knows what's up.

"It is best to wait for the right moment."

That's a serious thing, I feel like you should at least confront her and ask her about it.

"About the boys at camp and how much Maggy likes Kai."

Oh yeah. That's a thing.

"Really? That's wonderful Maggy..."

She doesn't sound so amused XD

"Oh, that's great Maggy... you're in love with a creep... good for you... you can do better..."

"And you, Rosa? Any that you like?"

"Honestly, none of them are my type."

So she's NOT with the guy that got her pregnant.

The guy ditched her. Is that what I'm hearing?

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Well... kind of..."

Oooh?

"What! Tell me tell me, what's his name? What does he look like? Does he have a car?"

Omg Rosa XD

"My parents arranged a marriage for me after I graduated from college. I've never met the guy, but dad says he comes from a very prestigious family, so... yay?"

WELL THAT'S MESSED UP.

"Okay, this is the straw that broke the camel's back! Where's social services when you need them?! If this keeps up, I will have to adopt Lake!"

I love that her angry reaction is "I WILL ADOPT THIS GIRL AND I WILL GIVE HER CARETAKERS WHAT'S WHAT."

God I love her.

"I was thinking of what you said, about being yourself? And I think that's why I don't fit in here."

You've had, like, two scenes of being an outcast.

"I've been behaving like a child and not an adult."

You read to me more as a dad who didn't understand Gen Z, honestly.

"Well, with me you have been quite chivalrous and mature. I find it quite charming."

WHAT?

I have subtitles on, so I know what she said, but she said that so quiet.

"If you showed the world the Connor that I have seen, surely you would fit in everywhere."

You had ONE talk prior to this.

This seems so fast, where is this coming from?

"I'll be fifty years old next month."

Oh. So that's why you have a bit of a crisis.

"I turn twenty nine today."

Oh she's THAT old. Wow.

I mean-NO WAIT THAT CAME ACROSS WRONG I'M SORRY-

I thought she was like, in her early twenties or something. I was OFF.

Are they playing Uno?

I mean obviously those aren't Uno cards, but animation.

What does that poster in the back say?

"Mem..."

Memes? It's a poster of memes?

(I STUDIED CURSIVE WHEN I WAS IN THE SECOND GRADE, AND I COULDN'T READ THAT IT WAS 'MENU'. GRADE A DUNCE HERE.😃👍)

"But we should go take a shower first. Like... one after the other, you know?"

EXCUSE ME? O_O

"Um, Not Ellie, this is a bit too fast for me!"

Also BTW, remember when I was complaining in the first episode?

Okay, you know a writing pet peeve I have? It's when two characters in the same media share a name VERY similar to each other. Unless they're twins, I don't like it when they do that. It makes things hard to pronounce and you can never understand who you're referring to.

I found out from someone who wanted to remain anonymous that her full name is Allyson Amber.

So because of my pet peeve, and to avoid confusion, I'm calling her Allyson.

Just wanna make that clear. In case you ask "Why is Golden calling her Allyson?"

ARE THOSE DRUGS ON THE COUNTER?!

EXCUSE ME, WHAT?! WHY DO YOU HAVE DRUGS?!?!

I also just not realized her shirt isn't a boob window, it' a circle on her shirt-WHATEVER THAT'S LESS IMPORTANT

WHY DO YOU HAVE DRUGS AT CAMP?!?!

😧

OH...

OH...

Oh my god... okay I didn't see that coming...

Holy shit...

I thought she was just a bland loner character, I DIDN'T THINK SHE WOULD BE DIAGOSED WITH DEPRESSION.

TO PUT THIS HERE AS A TUMBLR MESSAGE:

YOU ARE NOT ALONE. IF YOU ARE DEALING WITH DEPRESSION, PLEASE SEEK HELP.

Alright Disventure Camp, YOU'RE ON THIN ICE WITH ME.

DO NOT TREAT THIS AS A JOKE. I SWEAR TO GOD.

You introduce this, YOU BE RESPECTFUL TO IT.

I'm not gonna get into personal stuff with my own life for the sake of privacy, but all I will say: It's real stuff for me and my own experiences.

(I don't take meds)

"Today's challenge is called: KISS OR LOSE."

OH NO. OH NO PLEASE NO.

IS THIS THE SMASH OR PASS GAME?!

I hate these games, I hate these games so much...

I don't like Bachelor. I don't like reality shows that deal with romance.

I got asked months ago to play the Smash Or Pass game with TD Characters.

I didn't do it because most of my answers would be pass.

If you don't know this, I identify as an asexual lesbian. I don't try to be in a closet about that. I am very sex repulsive. I don't like watching porn. I don't like watching sex scenes. I don't like reading sex scenes. And real life? FORGET IT.

Now you know why I don't even TOUCH Game Of Thrones. And why I don't talk about Hazbin Hotel on this blog because that makes someone like me uncomfortable.

So if you ask me to play Smash Or Pass with Disventure Camp Characters: NO. I AM NOT DOING THAT.

So I think you know how COMFY I'm gonna be watching this.

"Each with photos of members of both teams."

What if they both land on the same person?

"You have to kiss yourself!"

How does one kiss themselves?!

"The two people who are selected must enter the love zone and kiss."

This is where crack ships are gonna come from.

"Are you kidding me?"

"What's up? Will you say that this has been done before?"

No. BECAUSE IT'S NON-CON.

"Do you know how many kiss-related challenges I've done for TikTok?"

Of course James is the only one excited for this. Of course he does this all the time.

"I really don't mind this challenge. I've always had a reputation for being very... affectionate. Sometimes too much."

Considering you got pregnant, I... don't want to know.

"Riya and Yul are the first!"

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

NO I HATE THAT

I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO MAKE OUT WITH YUL

That's the worst birthday present ever.

"Just imagine that you're acting for a scene."

I mean, yeah, that's the acting industry advice...

"Be yourself! But also ACT LIKE SOMEONE ELSE, OR YOU WILL FAIL."

This poor girliepop.

I WOULD BARF IF I HAD TO KISS HIM TOO

"The stars of the universe say great things about you."

"Let them know that I say thanks."

That's... actually kinda sweet.

I love that Rosa is an astrology nerd, that's making me SO BIAS TOWARDS HER.

"It's not that fun if you enjoy it."

ISN'T THAT WHAT CONSENT IS?!

SO YOU WANT NON-CON.

God allmighty...

"I hope Maggy doesn't really like Kai, because otherwise things are going to get a little... awkward at the cabin."

It's a CHALLENGE. Y'all know this.

MAGGY CAN CHILL.

XD

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

I was WAITING for that to happen. GODDAMMIT.

POOR AIDEN. OH MY GOD...

"GODDAMMIT, I DON'T WANNA KISS MY STALKER!!!"

"Hey look my followers, look at this cute boy I'm kissing!"

Wait, if it's two team members from different teams that kiss, and there's a reject, then which team loses?????

I'm confused. I don't get these challenge rules.

"Well, do not make me wait."

Oh my god and he's happy about it...

HEYO HEYO HEYO HEYO LET HIM GO LET HIM GO

STOP IT

"What's wrong with you?! Three seconds was more than enough!"

"If we are going to win, we're gonna win in style, baby."

THAT IS SEXUAL HARASSMENT.

AND YOU DON'T NEED TO KISS LONGER TO WIN POINTS.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS MAN?!

I ALSO DON'T LIKE THE BLUSH. HE IS CLEARLY UNCOMFTORABLE.

I'M UNCOMFTORABLE.

"With that demonstration of boys love, I'm sure many will be thanking the fan service!"

Oh my god...

So yeah. It's CANON that because of Jake and his relationship with Tom, the in universe executives use the LGBT for profit whenever they can. As well as other influencers like James who use it for gain.

THAT'S WILD.

"Oh wow, it seems that today we are here to please all tastes."

Meanwhile, an asexual is here watching this.

I mean, I like women too, but still. It depends on the person who this speaks to.

"I'm dead."

XD

I mean I appreciate the development for her, but this is SUCH A SOUR WAY TO GO ABOUT IT...

But I can imagine Lake being a lesbian, actually. I can see her being in the closet.

(LAKE IS A MINOR BTW)

And these two are still going... okay...

"I don't have experience kissing a lot of girls. I thought she would stop..."

My guy. That's not how that works.

"It's just a challenge, Ally... it's just a challenge..."

No way she's jealous of this! IT'S A CHALLENGE.

"Honestly? That felt good I guess."

Okay, so we have a love triangle there.

Oh gosh NOT AGAIN...

"Wow, we've done twenty five rounds and still no one has given up yet."

How many combos are there?

WAIT WE HAVE TO DO THAT MATH. HANG ON.

THIS IS MORE IMPORTANT, I SWEAR.

I counted sixty six.

So... okay.

That was worth my time.

"HA! I think it's clear that challenge ends here."

ARE YOU THAT PETTY?!

"Okay! It's over! I'm going to kick his ass!"

ROSA XD

Girl is ready to FIGHT

GET HIM GIRL

I also like how the subtitle says "I'm going to break your mother"

I'm DEAD XD

"No soul gets rich by hurting another."

"Oh please. Don't be hypocrites."

Hypocrites? You're the only one here that's being INSUFFERABLE.

"We all know that if anybody was up with that monster it was game over."

He is basing this off of NOTHING.

He'd rather LOSE THE GAME than take a chill pill and not be a dick to EVERYONE.

"That's enough Yul! If you don't want to do it, that's fine, but you don't need to offend her."

"Since when is telling the truth offensive?"

He is literally just Velma.

I HAD TO SAY IT.

"Well, I would kiss her here and now, you know?"

Thank you Rosa.

"And it's because of that ease of affection that you entered motherhood so soon, right?"

OH. MY GOD.

FUCK THIS MAN.

FUCK YUL.

FUCK. YUL.

SOMEBODY PUNCH HIM RIGHT IN THE NOSE TILL IT BLEEDS.

(I'm actually ANRGY)

He gains absolutely NOTHING from acting like this!

"YES! YES I DO YOU MISERABLE PIECE OF SHIT!"

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH

GET HIM

"If you were a real man, you would realize how beautiful Maggy is! Her soul is so pure and her heart is so big that it would imitate the sun on a rainy day! But of course an idiot son of a bitchfucker could never notice it!"

😂👏

YEEEEEEESSS

"I'm sure you don't have any friends and your parents only sent you here to keep you entertained and get away from you for awhile! Sure now that you're not there, they're finally happy and I don't blame them! After all, all their son is, is just a piece of shit asshole motherfucker!"

YEEEEEESSSS

😂👏

GET. HIS. ASS.

GET HIS ASS DUDE.

READ THIS MAN FOR FILTH.

Even the doll is like "Whoa... someone had the guts." XD

"The universe heard Golden's voice and told me she wanted Yul dragged through the mud. So I had to oblige."

So that's it. Yul's gone. EVERYONE HATES HIM.

OH PLEASE GIVE ME THE SATSFACTION OF SEEING YUL GONE

"I swore to cleanse my soul of negative energy, and I ended up exploding in front of everyone."

Sure... but it's Yul for that makes it okay.

"But you know, if you ask me, what you did was pretty noble."

"Insult Yul?"

HELL YES.

DO NOT FEEL BAD.

"Riya was right. Adult Connor fits in much better with the boys at camp. I shouldn't have wasted so much time pretending I was still young. Now I see that those days are long gone, so what now? I think my new mission is... to share my experience with the new generation."

Good for you... I'm glad only two conversations with a woman was able to make you go through that major character development.

"You dropped this in the bathroom."

"Thanks."

Wow, I thought she'd be offended that he had her stuff.

"How long have you been taking them?"

"About three years."

God...

"And they help you?"

"Well, I'm still here, right?"

CHRIST.

NO TRIGGER WARNINGS?

"My mother... she used to take them too. Long before I was born. She said they helped her. But do you know when she felt really good?"

"When she was with her best friend Grace. She always visited her on those days when my mom felt really bad. She didn't ask uncomfortable questions, she didn't judge her, she didn't pressure her to talk, she was just there with her, until she felt better."

"Did it work?"

"Well, I'm here, right?"

Awwwwwwww....❤️

Why is my heart so touched by this?

I'm very curious how Tess got diagnosed in the first place? Did something happen in her past that triggered it?

I mean, I know from experience that sometimes depression has no trigger. But I am curious.

"Tess..."

Why are you salty with Tess?

It's a challenge. She's not stealing this boy from you.

"I don't dislike Tess, but I thought we were going to play alone like last time. The moment was kind of awkward."

Why are you clinging to Hunter? He's not your boyfriend.

You know, Hunter's actually proving to be a genuinely nice guy, if a bit socially awkward and bad at reading rooms.

I want to like all three of you, Allyson. Don't ruin it for yourself.

"I felt like Ally didn't want me there. But I didn't want to let Hunter down."

That's awkward.

You know what would be crazy? They become just friends with Hunter and date each other like Korrasami.

Tess X Allyson, let's go!

"You should go for someone."

"What do you mean?"

"One of the girls. Can't you see it?"

Oh god, not Connor influencing Hunter to pursue this...

"No."

XD

Imagine if Hunter is Aro!

IMAGINE IF THAT'S THE TWIST.

Hunter is aromantic and stays a good friend, and the two bi girls get together instead. XD

THAT WILL PROBABLY BE DECONFIRMED. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT, I'M ALLOWED TO BE DELUSIONAL FOR AN EPISODE.

"They both like you."

"But we're just friends."

Yeah, he's reading as aro to me XD

This boy is Aro!

"Is what Connor said true? I just wanted us to be friends."

ARO.

"What are you doing standing there?"

"THIS IS MY ASSHOLE POSE. FOR ASSHOLES ONLY."

"Where is Tess? Our alliance must make a decision!"

Oh yeah I forgot they allied.

WHO would want to stay allies with you after what happened?!

Are you seriously gonna work with this guy?

I THINK YUL'S EXISTENCE TRUMPS ALL GAME STRATEGY.

IF YOU'RE WITH YUL, YOUR STRATEGY SUCKS.

I DON'T MAKE THE RULES.

GET YUL OUT

FLIP ON YUL

NOBODY WANTS HIM HERE

'YUL'

😄

'KAI'

Oh come on HE DID WHAT WAS RIGHT

'YUL'

😄

Every Yul vote, my heart SINGS

'KAI'

Every Kai vote, my heart SINKS

'YUL'

Come on, PLEASE GET YUL OUT

I am begging with glossy eyes. GET HIM OUT.

'KAI'

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!

I'm actually SO UPSET.

NOT BECAUSE KAI IS GONE. BUT BECAUSE YUL IS STAYING.

REALLY?! YUL COSTS THE CHALLENGE AND IS A DICK TO EVERYBODY AND KAI IS THE ONE THAT PAYS FOR IT?!

"I'm grateful for how you filled my soul with joy... except Yul, you fuck yourself."

👏

"However, you won't be leaving alone."

Wait what?

"They will vote again and eliminate another member of the team!"

OH WHAT?!?!

IT'S A DOUBLE?!?!?!?

THERE WAS NO WARNING. WHAT?!?!?

WAIT DOES THIS MEAN YUL STILL GOES!?!?!

HAVE MY PRAYERS BEEN ANSWERED?!

"I think I know exactly who we're voting for!"

Oh fuck off, the trio AIN'T WORKING FOR YOU.

EVERYONE COMBINE YOUR POWERS TO SLAY YUL

DO IT

EVERYONE GETS SLAY PASS. EVERYBODY. USE IT ON YUL.

"I'll leave voluntarily."

...

Why...? Why would you do that?

You could've all worked together to get Yul out.

I'm not mad. Just disappointed.

Oh who am I kidding? I'm pissed off.

This man is now going DOWN DOWN DOWN on my tier list.

I HATE THIS MAN NOW.

I HATE HIM BECAUSE HE SAVED YUL.

"Why did you give up the million?!"

"I have a perfume company for women. I never needed the money."

Oh, you do? You just now bring that up?

Wait why did you even come here then, if you'e rich?

"I came because I wanted to feel young and all that."

Okay, welp. I need to stop talking.

Aww. Isn't that so sweet?

I still hate this man. But that's very sweet.

"Said it was your birthday today, right? Well, happy birthday."

Aw that's such a sweet friendship.

"Nature is calling me."

Wait what? Where's he going?

So that was Episode 3.

I'm uncomfortable but also I am angry.

I FUCKING HATE YUL. AND I WANT HIM GONE.

And he probably WON'T go. That's the most frustrating thing about that.

There's absolutely NOTHING redeemable about him. He is a dick to EVERYBODY and constantly body shames, trauma shames, is racist, is sexist, is all kinda of asshole, and any positive traits? What's that?

He's not even entertaining. He's just dryly saying all of this stuff and gains NOTHING from it.

"Hold on Golden! You love Grett! Why do you hate Yul this much?"

First off, GRETT WAS A QUEEN, DO NOT COMPARE HER TO THIS MAN.

Second, she had actual depth and characterization to her and why she acted the way she did.

Third, SHE WAS ACTUALLY AN EFFECTIVE VILLAIN WHO KNEW WHAT SHE WAS DOING.

YUL DOES NOT.

The idea that ANYBODY would ally with this asshole is a JOKE.

Gabby had the excuse of being desperate and an outcast and had no other choice.

HUNTER DOES NOT.

They could've, SO EASILY, FLIPPED ON YUL, IT'S ENRAGING.

AND THEN CONNOR QUITS WHEN THEY SO EASILY COULD'VE DONE THAT-

I hate Connor. Just for that. I hate Connor. I didn't care for him because his development was so fast and so unnatural. But JUST FOR QUITTING, I hate him.

At least his friendship with Riya was a redeeming quality.

I would be fine with Yul if he was, at least, a decent villain. BUT SO FAR, HE IS NOT. HE COST THE TEAM THE CHALLENGE.

YOU GAIN NOTHING FROM THAT.

I just... UUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHH I WANT HIM OUT

At least Kai read him for filth. That was the best part of this episode.

Kai COMPLETELY redeemed himself JUST FOR ROASTING YUL.

So how about this: If you slay Yul, you are an automatic S tier and you get my respect.

(Okay maybe not S Tier, but you'd get my respect.)

No more kissing for the rest of the season, Hunter is an Aromantic icon, FUCK YUL.

Peace.

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Cataclysm

https://www.patreon.com/empyreaniris?fan_landing=true

https://starr-fall-knight-rise.tumblr.com/post/182501791735/master-post

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1jzEIdDAB4omdO2JcQVMObfrhLJ5kX4ONmSsLypM1ks0/edit?usp=sharing

An uneasy standstill, the calm before the storm. The war had begun, yet the only shots to be fired were still contained upon the derelict space station. Space itself was still, a tense chess game waiting to break out into violence. Pieces moved on either side while the sacrificial pawns had yet to be played.

Adam sat in the cockpit of the F-90 Darkfire, roosting in tense silence with several other squadrons of aircraft, Maker designed and human designed all intermingled. The F-90 had been retrofitted to run on Anima energy, and when the instruments lit up, they glowed a delicate gold.

He took a deep breath, slow and steady through his nose and closed his eyes.

He could feel his heart racing inside his chest dancing out a manic rhythm. 

“Fealty?”

The AI who had been humming subtly in the background of his suit, responded to his command, appearing on his hud as a little cartoon dog with its head tilted. The image sort of reminded him of waffles, and pancake, and those thoughts made his heart hurt.

“Show me/”

The little cartoon dog vanished, replaced by a reel of pictures: Kay curled up with waffles and Pancake, Kay in his Halloween costume, Kay asleep as a baby inside his mother’s helmet. Sunny holding Astra and Nyx, His parents Holding the twins, He squeezed his eyes shut and his head hurt.

They had to win this.

He would do anything to be able to see his children again even if that meant saving the universe to do it….. Another part of him realized that he would do anything….. Just to let his kids live, even if it meant never seeing them again. He opened his eyes, looking through the docking bay’s energy field and out towards  the great black behemoth that lurked at the center of the galaxy

Sagittarius A*

Adam was willing to exist the destruction of his soul, willing to exist never existing.

Just so they could

The thought clawed its way into his throat, choking him, but he fought it down. 

No time to think about himself, only time to think about his family and his friends.

His hand tightened on the joystick. 

“T-Minus thirty.” Someone announced over the coms.

Red lights started flashing inside the docking bay. Adam could feel the sudden rumble of engines as they moved from idle. 

He did the same with his own jet, watching as the docking bay crew scuttle around on the floor ahead of them, waving flags and markers as everyone was settled into last minute position.

His headset chirped to life, and from he copilot seat Krill’s voice came, “You know, after all of these years being terrified for my life, this might be the first time I will actually have the ability to wet myself.”

Adam snorted.

It had taken an entire team and a half to get Krill fitted into the copilot seat.

In order to come at all his SE armor had been fitted with a pressurized amniotic compartment where his real body was stashed inside a thick viscous liquid, kind of like the brain inside spinal fluid. It was krill’s belief that his more fragile body would be protected, while his more human form could operate with impunity. However, that meant the suit he wore was absolutely massive, more like a mech than a suit at all, and it had taken some creative thinking to fit him inside.

Still, Adam was glad for the company, no shade to Krill, but he missed Sunny.

As battle partner they had sworn to be at each other’s backs always, but a conversation before the operation began had resulted in the two of them coming to the decision that they needed to go in separately on the off chance one of them didn’t make it, they wanted at least one parent to survive.

So, while Adam was going in on the jet, Sunny had chosen to join her family on a Drev drop carrier with the other warriors of her clan, Lanus and Sunny at their head. 

Lanus, Sunny, Kanan, Dzara, the entire family together, and that at least made him feel better.

“You sure you’re up for this.” He asked, his voice strangely warped and tinny over the comms.”

“Do I look like someone who can back out now.”

“T-minus Ten, nine, eight, seven.”

“Guess not.

And then there it was, the familiar pressure building up in the cradle of his pelvis. Adam sighed, Here he was a grown ass man, and still his body’s nervous response was suddenly and and unexplainably needed to pee, even after several trips to the bathroom “just in case”

“Two, one zero.”

…..

“Launch.”

Hundreds of engines firing all at once, until the night sky was filled with the burning golden glow of their engines, like a swarm of fireflies. Adam took point, exiting the empyrean and passing through the docking bay field and out into the silence of space. All around him thousands of other smaller ships joined him, in thousands of different shapes and sizes. He could only imagine what it might have looked like from a distance.

Fireworks.

Maybe.

Their plan was to strike hard and fast.

No mercy

No remorse.

There was no room for polite warfare, this was the end of the universe as they knew it, and manners were out of place, and out of time.

Evidently the Vodi felt the same way.

As soon as the first fighter, Adam, deployed, the Void matched with a response of its own, spitting spiked jets painted with tortured orange voidlight straight towards them, like the pellets from the barrel of a shotgun. Adam felt like it should have had a sound, an explosion, or a crackle like fire, or even an eruption like a volcano.

But the violence happened in complete silence.

Though the clash that came rocked the universe.

The first death occurred, not from weapons, but as two opposing fighters slammed together in a brief but fiery ball of debris erupting outward like an explosive mine, shredding at least two fighters that came too close.

One listed sideways ramming into another fighter, the two falling into an interlocking spin that tore them apart. Adam cut to the side, and then dove down, cutting narrowly between the wings of two opposing ships, deploying countermeasure rockets as he was passing between them, tagging both enemy ships in the fuselage and ripping them apart with a sharp and silent explosion. The hammering of his heart died away, slowly lulled by combat until both his hands and his body were steady, silent and controlled. The pressure on his bladder vanished as the nerves went wit them.

Nothing mattered now, but the moment.

The sky was chaos, bumper cars on steroids strapped to explosives. Adam rolled to avoid an explosion on his left, cutting i na shallow arc under a vessel passing in the other direction. Fealty tagged enemy targets, highlighting them in red where his normal human vision would be unable to keep up.

He spun once, very sharply to his left, falling into the trailing path of an enemy fighter locking on briefly before deploying rockets.

The ship exploded, and he dove downward avoiding the debris.

Killing enemy fighters was all well and good, but he never took his eyes off the real goal.

The necrotorium, glowing orange like the promised hell that it was, still so far away and surrounded by a wall of steel rubbed raw by the sickly  orange light of their shields.

A voice crackled in his headset “Cherub, This is mad dog  Four o clock on your right”

“Think you can hack it mad dog.” Adam asked,

“We’re going to find out.

“This is wicked Eight o'clock high.”

“Welcome aboard, wicked, try not to die.” Adam said, and then Dove down and back into the frey. Behind him Wicked and Mad dog followed in desperation to keep on his tail. Adam called out his moves before he made them, and together they cut into the bulk of the enemy squadron.

Adam’s dash beeped,

“He’s trying to lock on me.” Adam said.

“I got him, I got him. Cherub roll right!”  Wicked shouted

Adam rolled right, his pursuer streaking through the palace where he had been and exploding a few seconds past that moment

“HA!” Wicked said, her voice crackling over the radio. 

“Deploying countermeasures.” Mad Dog shouted, and another explosion lightened the black sky.

They were moving forward, sure and steady. Adam cut at a diagonal past two incoming fighters and then reversed his engines coming to a halt and shooting backwards as they tried to turn. Fealty marked both, and deployed the heat seekers that found their mark. Adam rotated the jet on its axis 180 degrees and shot in the other direction.

They were coming up on the bulk of the Armada now.

Massive blak ships loomed over them.

One of the ships pulsed, a powerful beam of burning orange void light pulsed from its cannons, vaporizing a straight line of fighters in the process, leaving nothing behind but dust.

Fealty chirped in warning, and Adam cut right just as another beam shot through the place where he had been.

Wicked shouted.

Mad dog cursed.

The ball of steel rose up…. This was going to be too much.

How were they going to get through this and the shield?!

And then, Adam saw it.

It was a miracle that he did. What it took to have him here in the right place and at the right time might as well have been a miracle, and still he only noticed because out of all the red highlights on his dash, as fealty lit up his enemies, he couldn’t help but notice the tiny dash of green.

A friendly.

At first Adam thought another jet might have made it ahead of him, but in the heat of the moment, as his subconscious brain was running in parallel to his active combat brain he realized the small dot wasn’t moving, and it was far too small to be a ship.

Momentum carrying him closer, it wasn’t until Adam was nearly right up on it that he realized.

The figure was humanoid.

Floating simply in the middle of space, gone unnoticed by the Void.

That fact wasn’t to last long.

As the figure raised his hands, and let off a psychic wave of energy that almost imploded Adam’s mind in the backlash.”

[dreadwhoop]

Reviewing the All Elite Wrestling personnel 2024 Edition (Part 4) -

The Women's Division - It's still untapped in its full potential and is in no way lacking in draws. Tony Khan needs to listen to someone like Britt Baker and do more than make women matches the 'bathroom break' of AEW.

1. Mina Shirakawa - Undoubtably the best thing about the women's division this entire year was the storyline between Toni Storm and Mariah May. Mina was involved at a crucial moment of it whilst having excellent matches with Anna Jay, Serena Deeb, and Toni Storm herself. It's nuts she's not under full-time contract and given a minaful…erm meaningful push. Even Bryan Danielson rates her highly!

2. Kylie Rae - In the effort to once again remove Jericho and Guevara from this company is to bring back the person they got rid of. If Lio Rush can find his weasely way back in why can't she? Funnily enough if you type her name in on YouTube the first thing which pops up is her entrance back in 2019 for AEW. She's still doing well in GCW against Maki Itoh - you know another person AEW should have back?

3. Alex Windsor - British wrestlers are on the rise in AEW as are strong fundamentals from them. Versatility will always triumph over specialist talents and Alex Windsor has arguably the most complete skillset to square off against AEW's best. She's made a few sporadic appearances already yet was never given enough time to showcase it all. Look up her match with Toni Storm a few months ago to glimpse at what could be AEW's best technical bruiser.

4. Robyn & Charlette Renegade - Why they've not joined The Outcasts is beyond me since they look like Saraya's little sisters. Robyn seems to be working more after Charlette got injured back in July but the fact remains both have been learning and getting experience. I think the hard work should be rewarded.

5. Janai Kai - Original look, high energy, and unique wrestler, AEW needs more than the variety of job talents from other promotions to come and go because Janai Kai isn't someone who should be reduced to enhancing half the roster - it should be the opposite and they should enhance her.

6. Lady Frost - Anyone tuning into AEW for the last year has likely run into a match involving her - the overall presentation of her resonates with the fans and whilst some of her high-flying can incur risks I think the balanced reward of a great theme, look, and style more than make up. Fans like her and are waiting for a more full-time showcasing with a genuine push. Underrated.

7. Jasmin Allure - Has she been avoiding AEW? She's grown a lot on the indies since showing up in AEW years back and it has flown under the radar to those who aren't following every talent. Thunder Rosa has personally scouted her out for success and it is high time Thunder Rosa gets more recogniton for her efforts by bringing in her next generation of women.

8. Adriana Gambino - Tailor-made to be in Deonna Purrazzo's new faction. The former Valentina Rossi/Mafiosa has a saucy set of moves and great international appeal. She has great facial expressions and reactions plus the New York crowd might ironically be one of the only reliable markets left for AEW so to tap into it is a smart strategy.

9. Billie Starkz - Wait isn't she in RoH? Yeah and people don't care about her or Athena which is a shame because they're both great though Billie Starkz has a greater upside - put her in the Patriarchy as Mother Wayne's hand-picked choice to 'date' her son Nick Wayne. Still a teenager, Billie Starkz is lightyears ahead of a lot of talent at her age. If people can get behind the progress of a Julia Hart I think they can get behind this lady too.

10. VertVixen - One thing I like about certain talent is their ability to be plugged into any faction or role and also be capable of doing stuff outside the ring and still have an effective appeal. VertVixen could quicktime event MXM or killstreak on Adam Cole before going full retro with The Outrunners. I hope VertVixen gets to return to AEW on a more regular basis.

[notsogreatpotoo]

Episode 2: Wendigo

oh there’s recaps

recaps are not necessary in my case as i was watching the first episode less than twelve hours ago and took nearly six pages of notes. i will watch the recaps regardless.

this reads like an edit my friend made in middle school, which has me wondering how easy it would be to make a recap for a fake episode

they included ‘i can’t do this alone’ but for brevity excluded ‘i don’t want to’ :[

I FORGOT THE ‘I PROMISE’ PART I TOLD YOU YOU WERE JINXING YOURSELF SAM

kay i get that constant wench / ghost lady wasn’t super important to the premise of ‘oh, sam and dean are going to start hunting together now’ but i did not expect the recap to completely gloss over her existence, damn

ominous growling

video games, cool (i say having not grown up with video games. i am probably worse at them than the average ten year old.) (realizing that i will be dumping emmet lore here as well.)

‘nope, you just suck’ yeah that me

‘we’re fine, keeping safe’ No You Are Not, there is Ominous Growling

that guy totally could’ve taken a piss afterwards, he just wanted to get out before his friend actually won against him

bruh idc that you’re pissing OMINOUS GROWLING + RUSTLING BUSHES IS BAD SIGN

he’s gonna get mauled while pissing

horrifying scream >> ‘Brad.’ said in least concerned abt someone screaming voice ever

okay he just got yoinked outta that tent and i laughed

do you not have a weapon?? like, not even a knife?? who goes camping without a knife???

imagine tryna make those monster noises with a straight face

okay i thought this was more of an animal / creature sitch but the thing that clawed the tent open looked more like a human hand / arm and i don’t know if that was just a special effects thing or if that is actually a plot thing so we shall see

man, it sure is convenient that all this shit seems to happen in California

actually i take that back, i used to live in California and this makes sense

ohhh… hhhh sam visiting jess’s grave hurts a lot…

i am a sucker for the ‘talking to a grave’ trope sard how did you find a show that makes me this insane about every moment onscreen

FUCK SARD THAT SCARED ME

dean pointedly Not Asking when sam jolts awake

wait nvm, apparently i’m impatient

dean asking sam if he wants to drive to cheer him up after his nightmare is actually cute

‘perfectly okay’ Sam. No. Neither of you are Perfectly Okay.

this is making me think abt all the road trips i’ve been onnn

what makes sam think they can find the thing that killed jess? like, this is most likely the same thing that killed their mother, and dean and john have been searching for it for Years

‘Dad will have answers, he’ll know what to do’ Dean Winchester I Am Going To Project On You So Hard. Also He Probably Won’t.

idk how the coordinates leading to the middle of the woods is weirder than the sudden plume of fire killing ladies on the ceiling, but sure, sam

just laughed at sam breaking down what’s happening and where they need to go and dean jumping in with ‘dude, check out the size of this friggin bear’ but also thinking about how dean is probably all focus when he’s doing this thing alone and he finally has someone to make silly comments to that isn’t his dad (who he simultaneously wants to impress but also is scared of)

love the park guy immediately calling them out

dean taking a little too long to jump onto the lie easily provided for him

doesn’t matter tho, they scored a copy of the permit

dean makes a very good point, sam is more impatient than normal,, he’s grieving tho

‘let me see some id’ is very smart, but she doesn’t know what a fake looks like anyway so it ain’t that helpful

i think dean falling for anyone who complements his car is actually really funny

idk how to articulate it but haley and them all keeping tabs on each other and dean watching out for sam as a kid. parallels man. i just wanna get inside their heads

‘i think i know how you feel’ dean making them connections for me :]

also sam what have you noticed now

oh the shadows moved!! sam has the braincell!!

i don’t think it’s a grizzlyyyy

also they keep digging up bad memories for these people they question. i mean, i get it but like,,

^not finishing this bullet point no coherent thoughts

no one believed himmm, poor old man, i want to write about him

i want to write about everyone here

oh his name is Mr. Shaw. unfortunately i have a gross bad guy named Mr. Shaw, so i am going to continue thinking about him as poor old man

‘it got inside our cabin’ danger level has been upgraded, noted

‘it unlocked it’ human looking hand / arm!!! 

is poor old man the only one who was attacked as a kid? bc that may be the reason it left him alive. or he just escaped, idk

ah shit, big ass scars

‘something corporeal’ idk man, ghost lady from the last episode waited for stupid car boy to open the car door and closed it behind her, she could interact with the physical realm and did so even when it wasn’t the most convenient thing ever

‘it’s corporeal, which means we can kill it’ i have a feeling that won’t be holding true for the whole show but good job being confident dean

ominous sounds

dean understanding that haley ain’t gonna give up looking for her brother is saying things about his relationship with sam. dean is def the type to avenge sam brutally if it needed to happen and then play it off if sam actually did turn out to be alive.

babysit? sam she’s a grown woman!! i get that you’re grieving but you are not acting as ‘perfectly okay’ as you insist you are!!!

what. what was that. why did sam just stop in the middle of the road like that. sard. sard i am now paranoid about everything that happens in this show.

i also do not do shorts. dean’s just like me fr fr

this guide is going to hate them

oh shit, something’s up. i hope this is not a sacrifice sitch

also i don’t check the titles beforehand so i don’t know what’s up

okay,, humanoid looking but also. moving much slower on purpose rn.

i do hope they save that guy but even if they do that therapy bill is gonna be expensive

this guide hates them

ok,, random bear trap for plot convenience,, i see how it is (the guide still totally hates them)

wait dean actually telling the truth??

at least he admits he’s a liar lol

M&M’S DO NOT COUNT AS PROVISIONS PAL

she’s liking him now. haley unfortunately i understand you.

sard i am so close to making an spn sona you have made me so ill

fuck it imma make one

right coordinates :] idk if they’ll find their dad tho

wonder if john is testing them. that’d be pretty fucked up but i wouldn’t put it past him

good point, forests are usually way louder than you’d expect them to be

roy is just. done.

roy is also acting slightly suspicious but is that my paranoia? we shall see

‘the tracks just vanish’ maybe it… picked them up?

i feel so bad for haleyyyy

‘he could still be alive’ ‘HELP!’ >> well, that was good timing

stuff’s gone,, does that include their weapons? roy has one gun. this is not good.

john’s notebook of doom getting pulled out again

oh, dean has another weapon. he also just said it was useless.

also i am pretending the wendigo is a different creature bc that’s uncomfy

is sam being slightly sadistic when talking to roy or is that just me?

ooh he almost gave it away, he’s losing control, becoming more impulsive :] i am excited

haley if you ain’t leaving here without tommy, you might not be leaving. just saying.

yeah, exactly. how you gonna protect yourselves in a trashed campsite?

shoulda known summat like that would work

thank you dean for acknowledging that sam is Not Fine

oh h. sam’s worried about their dad. and also angry.

dean kneeling down and putting his hand on the book like it’s holy,, imma have to write something about that later

dean being all questy and sam being like ‘wtf we have phones’ is honestly very funny to me and kinda reminds me of the movie onward. that may just be my association brain talking 

not ‘we gotta find dad’ it’s ‘I gotta find dad, I gotta find Jessica’s killer’

also ^ that makes more sense than him just wanting to find his dad bc he’s worried abt him

everyone’s gotta stop making promises in this show it makes me so anxious

dean is so concerned about sam and idk if he’s expressing it the right wayyy

deannnnn ugh stop making me feel the ache of my older sibling complex

HALEY WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT PROMISES

roy you are idiotic idc if you think they’re just superstitious assholes, just because you hit it don’t mean it’s dead!

dean i get that you feel obligated to protect everybody but c’mon man

oh dear he got yoinked

sam! you followed him?!?

sam is fidgeting. noting that for later

‘runs in the family’ >> that’s sure A Way to Describe it

sam using dean’s wordingggg

‘speed, strength, immortality’ it’s just gonna give you kuru

oh yay fire,, totally won’t bring up bad winchester memories or anything

♪ ♪ blood on the tree, blood on the tree, everything is fine, it’s just blood on the tree ♪ ♪

big fucking claw marks now That must be a sign to continue moving and by that i mean turning the fuck around and moving back the way you came!!

it is TRAP

pasty ass bigfoot lookin ass motherfucker

not only did roy get merked he got strung up in a tree as bait

okay this thing has to be toying with them, right? poor old man just said it was too fast too see a while ago and you think running is gonna help??

they are running in a really weird spread out formation also ben just fell

sam helped him he okay

haley keeps screaming which is entirely understandable but also she is the only one. sam and dean probs ain’t screaming because they’re hunters or whatever but ben should be screaming too, i think.

ohn no

they told roy not to shoot it

is this another trap or did dean seriously hansel and gretel this shit with his m&m’s

‘better than breadcrumbs’ sam our brains are joined

^it is actually better than breadcrumbs tho, they’re brighter colored / easier to spot

warning toxic sign making me think that stuff’s about to get gross

sam just shrugging before they enter the weird forest building makes me think he does not currently have the braincell, but i’m not sure that dean has it either

oh dear, cave shit might get dicey. also, caves / mining tunnels are scary as fuck

more ominous growling is joined by footsteps!! yay…

TRAP

wait, trap or bad luck?

SKULLS

the branch or roots or whatever clinging to sam looked like a hand or something

they’re there!! seems like trap

that must hurt so fucking muchh, poor dean and haley

‘it’s gone for now’ YOU DON’T KNOW THAT THO??

is tommy dead

NOPE. that’s a good thing but he did Not have to wake up so Suddenly!!!

flare guns will work and that’s Real Fucking Lucky bc they don’y have ANY SUPPLIES

the winchester boys have stupid little smiles that i am unfortunately in love with

‘you thinking what i’m thinking?’ well sam might be but i am not, i don’t understanddd

dean is bait / distraction and apparently sam is fine with that?? no

remember when i said cursing out ghosts was gonna be a theme? yeah

‘sam, no!’ see. we understand each other haley

if it’s too fast to see it’s too fast to SHOOT YOU STUPID BOY

…sard i hate it why does it have to look like that

okay but that was funny lookin. just toppled.

if it’s pissed it’s should be not playing anymoreee, it should be faster like we established earlierrrr

again, haley should not be the only one screaming. tommy saw it eat his friend he should be shitting himself rn

sam, them getting behind you just means they might not die first

okay now it’s just posturing for the drama

yeah, you got shot with fire because you started posing you fucking show off

that’s a- that’s a weird effect

all it took was one flare? seriously? it’s in a wet cave and it immediately burned up?

they’re all lying together, yay bonding

was gonna say something about dean choosing the most inopportune moments to flirt but honestly i think that’s all that needs to be said

poor bennnn

dean chilling with haley, an older sibling, and sam chilling with ben, a younger brother. parallels

dean flirted first but he fr did not expect that cheek kiss

‘you know we’re gonna find dad, right?’ but the problem is that you don’t. there’s a problem, and it’s that you don’t know. hhh

sam’s driving!! he’s cheering up!!!

final thoughts:

do you mean to seriously tell me that haley is only in this episode? unacceptable. also, yay for sam having a little arc! i am still surprised that somehow dean was able to teach him to handle his emotions better, but that really is just how older siblings are: terrible at handling our own mental shit but will forever try to give our siblings advice if we think they need it. less notes than the first one, but i’m more used to everyone now so it makes sense. sard, i’m going to make a sona bc of you. it’s entirely your fault.

Supernatural Notes Masterpost

context. i'm watching this show and taking notes bc of my friend @sardonic-the-writer. i've quickly realized these notes will be extensive reactions to every moment onscreen, so like, obviously spoilers for the show, and this will probably be annoying. enjoy the glimpse into my brain. (will be rbing or editing this whenever i watch more, so all of it will be in one place. it takes me so long to watch episodes bc i must nerd out and overanalyze everything.)

Season 1

Episode 1: Pilot

um why are the vines on the house moving / lookin like creepy ass tentacles

oh no. cute kids. something bad’s gonna happen and traumatize them

wait these are sam and dean. double oh no.

cute domestic family? hhhragh that isn’t gonna last long

why. why is the mobile moving.

creepy music and other happenings

ah shit

she’s alone in the bed? she’s checking on sam alone after weird baby monitor happenings???

dark silhouette i bet that ain’t john

GIRL YO U CAN CHECK ON THE FLICKERING LIGHTS LATER STOPP

GIRL IS NOT GOING TO SURVIVE SHE’S GOING TO INVESTIGATE MORE SHIT ON HER OWN I GET THAT YOU DON’T THINK YOU’RE IN A HORROR MOVIE BUT PLEASE MA’AM IT’S BEEN TWO MINUTES

I KNEW IT WANINT JOHN YOU FUCK

OH shIT

‘hey sammy you okay?’ BOY YOUR WIFE WAS SCREAMING 2 SECONDS AGO WHERE TF IS SHE??? I KNOW U LOVE UR BABY BUT HE’S SMILING ND FINE FOR NOW

FUCK SHE’S ON THE CEILING

okay scary emotional moment aside that sudden plume of fire was actually kinda funny but still this is a yikes situation!! get your kids outta there pal!!!

um sir??? i know you didn’t just tell your kid to take his brother outside WITHOUT YOU

SIR WHAT DID YOU EXPECT TO BE ABLE TO DO

it’s been four minutes and they’ve probably lost their mother and their house. sard.

‘it’s okay sam’ HONEY. dean tryna reassure the literal baby who don’t know what’s going on bc that’s what he;s supposed to do. as an older sibling this hurtsss

okay at least he came out and joined them but Still

hoping that firefighters save the house

the spike in music and the zoom on john’s face is not making me hopeful.

okayyy they are going to a costume party? and he’s not in a costume? sam ur cute but. Tis a Costume Party.

Halloween is my favorite holiday Sam. This Is A Warning.

realizing this fits into the media rule of mothers not being allowed to survive is funny bc it made me picture this as a d*sney show

174? ONE SEVENTY FOUR. SAM WINCHESTER u are NOT ALLOWED TO BE HUMBLE.

‘is that good’ THE HIGHEST SCORE FOR THE LSAT IS 180

they don’t know? i am sensing Not Good Familial Ties

second blonde lady onscreen is probs also gonna die, calling it now.

ah shit is this gonna be a normal break in or another fuckin ceiling person fire thing

sam winchester. is horror movie logic hereditary?? why are u investigating shit by urself

sam why the hell are you fighting someone IN THE DARK

DEAN WHY THE HELL DID YOU JUST FIGHT YOUR BROTHER FOR FUN AND SCARE HIM HALF TO DEATH- oh wait, you’re brothers. STILL!!

‘or not’ no, shut up, just cause he flipped u when u weren’t expecting it don’t mean that could’ve worked on a real threat if they had a weapon. sam u are smart but also stupid.

okay pausing just to say i like their voices and we will be ignoring that right sard?

oh her name is Jess! second blonde lady Jess is going to die at some point

also just noticed dean not thinking sam would answer his calls and :’[

DEAN I NO LONGER FEEL BAD WTF

code words babeyyy

also Sam if you have something happening in your family that requires code words while the ‘you can say it in front of her’ thing is good for standing up for yourself and all, I assume it ain’t the best idea

Sam is actually being perfectly reasonable in this situation however I assume that Sam will not be listened to

‘He’s always missing, and he’s always fine’ again confirming that this show will hurt. John, u suck and I’ve known you for less than ten minutes.

JOHN WTF

did sam know this wasn’t normal?? did he have to get to college and realize oh, this was bad?

dean having a ‘it’s not really paranoia if they’re really out to get you’ mindset is Not Helping

‘dad’s obsession to find the thing that killed her’ i told you that zoom on his face did not make me feel hopeful

sam brought up mom, this is gonna get messyyyy

ran away? sard, sam is going to make me feel things this is not okay. i am going to project so hard onto these characters and it will be all your fault.

ohnno. Feelings.

SARD. SARD. ‘I can’t do this alone.’ ‘Yes you can.’ ‘I don’t want to.’ I DON’T WANT TO??? SARD HOW DARE YOU I’M GOING INSANE AND IT’S BEEN TEN MINUTES

sam gave in and i know i should feel bad abt that bc i was rooting for him like two seconds ago but you don’t understand ‘i don’t want to’ destroyed me

brother that is a lot of tools

voice appreciation bullet point. please ignore.

‘I’m 26, dude.’ shut uppp

eee they will be working cases in this show this is great. love a good mystery / case of the week show but don’t wanna watch cop shows :/

Three Weeks is Not a Few Days Buddy

sam strikes again with the braincell. he will lose it again soon enough.

okay so. did not sound like the men getting disappeared were whispering that ‘i can never go home’ thing so is this like a ghost lady off the side of the road typa shit? hitchhiker that died and never made it to her destination?

‘never bothered you, never asked you for a thing’ YOU MEAN YOU DIDN’T COMMUNICATE FOR SHIT

very much get why sam did not tell his family abt the lsat thing but damnit, dean, be proud of your little brother!!!

jess is nice but sam Will be brushing her off and Will feel justified for doing it

jess is concerned. i am Also concerned.

‘I promise’ sir you are jinxing yourself!!!

did he tell her??? we don’t get to know that apparently

stranger that i do not recognize from sard rbing spn gifs. therefore, likely unimportant character that something is going to happen to.

GHOST LADY I FCKIN CALLED IT

she don’t look quite like a hitchhiker tho. also, i get you’re concerned, brother, but ominous wind seems to only be blowing at her hair and dress and your radio just went haywire. you are ALONE. did you not get taught stranger danger bc while it don’t always apply to adults, it sure does to This Situation, boy

most ominous words ever. she did not mention car trouble, just said ‘take me home’ this is baddd

no one has common sense or self preservation in this show i stg

ghost lady Can interact with physical realm. i think this might be worse.

BOY STOP STARING AT HER TITS AND REALIZE THAT THIS SITCH IS GONNA GET YOU IN TROUBLE

‘a girl like you’ bruh. stop.

this feels like a weird interpretation of a siren

one, fast hand go zoom. two, the only woman we’ve been introduced to so far that hasn’t been immediately sexualized was their mother and she immediately died. so. not great

wasn’t stupid car boy talking to a girl on the phone earlier???

‘do you think im pretty’ soundin like the slit mouthed woman over here, bad sign

STUPID CAR BOY EMPHASIS ON STUPID

as soon as he pulled up to weird house and she vanished he should have been outta there

moving weird handprint with no proper smear

oh no it’s showing a shot of him from inside the house this is bad

that made me jump BUT I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING INSIDE HOUSE

boy is backing out like the pizza man from home alone

oh no that isn’t it is it

wait he didn’t check the backseat?? or did she vanish completely and then reappear in backseat

oh he is,, Not Okay

the switch from that scene to that music made me laugh

credit card scams??? and you’re just gonna ask that out in the open?? sam. sam.

sam. do not diss metallica.

soundtrack appreciation bullet point.

haha time to lie to cops :]

spotless?? it certainly was not spotless when BLOOD SPLATTERED ON THE WINDOWS

he was dating a cop’s daughter and considering cheating? stupid car boy is Even More Stupid

‘thanks, that’s awfully kind of you’ see. unfortunately dean fucks.

dean Not Being Able To Resist Insulting the cops is, i’m sad to say, hot

them fighting is totally not going to be suspicious at all (boys, get it together for my sake, i’m not good at sarcasm)

older sheriff lookin ass guy is going to remember their faces and mess this up for them somehow

this is making me so glad my roommate that i actually share a room with is not here bc my headphones just died and i will charge them Later

dean, your alibis are gonna get all mixed uppppp

random girl who asked if Amy was okay after two strangers started to corner her i love you

why is amy even interested in troy

sam gets to go on um actually. as a treat.

JINX

sam keeps meeting the eyes of whoever’s talking bc he’s still adjusting to this / he’s used to dean and dean keeps watching for sam’s reactions bc he’s used to this but sam is now the new element

okay i get that the local legend stuff was spot on and also important but girl maybe mentioning troy disappearing forever next to his gf is not the best idea? PLUS if dean and sam were really troy’s uncles then them taking weird ghost stuff at face value is sus, no?

ah, when it was possible to get zero results bc there weren’t ads everywhere. i do not remember this time.

dean, don’t hit your brother bc you don’t know the correct keywords

good job sam, but i have subtitles on so i read it before i heard it and i misread ‘Constance Welch’ as ‘Contance Wench’ so i just wanted to let you know that’s who she is in my head

poor Joseph. poor Constance. poor kids. why do kids have to be so fragile

‘that bridge look familiar to you?’ no, totally not the same bridge you were just at a couple minutes ago, that would be ridiculous

dean is so insensitive and desensitized and unfortunately i know i’m going to love him

deannnnnn, be nice to sam pleaseeeee

‘well, that’s healthy’ POT MEET KETTLE DEAN

they’re fighting and i am in pain

‘don’t talk about her like that’ like what? like she’s dead? people don’t generally go up in smoke and then randomly appear after years, y’know? dean, hun, you’re in pain but have you considered putting that credit card scam money into getting a therapist?

oh dear

oh look at that, i’m officially just over Halfway Through This Episode. yeah, how many notes do i have? only THREE AND A HALF PAGES

running the longside of the road instead of zigzagging out the way bc they’re Like That

also lovely confirmation that she does not need an invitation or a driver to get inside the car and use it

BOYS. now i KNOW you survive but WTF WAS THAT

sam’s little laugh of relief is quite lovely but unfortunately i think he’s going to become an adrenaline junkie who can’t stop doing this hunting thing. i say unfortunately, but that’s for his sake. i am very excited.

‘car alright?’ dean winchester you just jumped off a bridge

was gonna make a comment abt the futility and perhaps stupidity of cursing out ghost lady. however. i fear that cursing out ghosts may be a staple when it comes to this show.

their dad’s been there…

dean you need a shower. bad ly.

sorry abt two bullet points in a row abt this but dean how do not want to pull off your skin to get allat dirt off ya?? also why didn’t the hotel guy ask about that instead of the ‘reunion’ bull??

writing the way i talk works for me when i’m tryna write fast and not think much bout what i’m saying but i think watching something like this is gonna bring out my accent, if my roommates make fun of me later i’m blaming you sard

this hotel room is the spn version of the red string conspiracy guy meme

i think the thing these guys have in common is the fact that they were all stupid car boys willing to pick up ghost lady and try to take her home

ALSO just realized ghost lady had a husband in her life?? and she was still flirting with stupid car boy?? idk, maybe they had an after death split but this don’t hit right with me

Sard. Why was there whispering. Sard last time there was weird shit like this that Sam noticed a lady started burning on the ceiling. Sard.

‘she might have another weakness’ i think the fact that dean steamrolled right past that means they’ll be using that other weakness

dean wth. are you. allergic to affection? ‘no chick-flick moments’ fuck OFF, this is why he wouldn’t’ve answered your calls

okay, sam’s rolling with it. i still stand by what i said about therapy.

sam what have you noticed now?

is that them???????????? hhhhhhhhraghhh

dean, sam is on the phoneee

love how cool dean is with illegal shit tho

wait they’re in separate places law of media says something bad is going to happen

‘you got anything that’s real’ ‘my boobs’ sard unfortunately i love him.

how many fake names ya think dean just has ready to go? wait, imagine him in an improv class

okay, fr tho dean, that corkboard shit is sus as hell, idc if you were three when it first happened, it still looks like you’re stalkin ‘em (which. i guess you kinda are.)

is that his dad’s book? adult version of the notebook of doom

sam is still looking for their dad even tho he coulda totally taken the opportunity to split back to stanford :]

poor Joseph :[

there was no after death split and i feel very icky about ghost lady flirting with stupid car boy

…was that hesitance before ‘definitely’ or am i imagining things?

good job for being nice to people sam

oh no, retracting that statement. why are you telling him this

oh shit it was hesitance

OH SHIT

so a woman in white is like medea, gottit

okay i understand why ghost lady flirted with the stupid car boy

ooh narratively interesting point >> cheating Joseph has more faith in Constance to be a good person than himself

also this makes more sense than the fact that the kids were left alone for a literal minute and both died

he gon pick that lock!!

dean is free hehe

wait sam placed the call? aww, he cares about his brother

ex-Marine? keeping that tidbit locked away for later

also you woulda thunk that the cops coulda thought about coordinates when looking at a combo of random numbers

wait!!!! sam is going to be okay, he’s not what the woman in white is looking for, right? unless he like, pissed her off by running through her with the car. but still. first episode, he must be okay

trappedinthecartrappedinthecar

‘you will be’ fuck OFF GET AWAY FROM HIMM

THAT TOTALLY DOESN’T COUNT YOU FUCKING ASSAULTED HIM

wait driving the car through the house worked? huh

fucked up ghost family reunion aside i feel so fucking bad for sam

oh gross

‘you found her weak spot’ guess who called it? again? i love being good at pattern recognition

WHAT THE FUCK DEAN YOU JUST SLAPPED HIS INJURIES

‘if you screwed up my car, i’ll kill you’ or, y’know, you might do that on accident bc you SLAP HIS INJURIES

okay dean you get a little grace for finally taking sam seriously about his interview

‘you’ll call me if you find him?’ there, dean, you have an invitation to talk to your brother. do it.

AWW JESS MADE HIM COOKIES

.

sard.

sard.

SARD ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

…

he is not making that interview is he

fuck

the winchester boys suffering the same fates as their father apparently

THE PROBLEM IS IT MAKES SENSE SAM WASN’T JUST GOING TO UP AND LEAVE HIS LIFE ALL WILLY NILLY AND I EVEN CALLED IT BUT THE PARALLELS AND THE PAIN SARD

final thoughts:

unfortunately I’m hooked. it made perfect sense for this to initiate everything. sure, it’s not the best show ever but there’s so much packed in and my overthinking brain is whirring faster than my laptop’s fan rn. loved that things were never immediately revealed bc it gave me a chance to guess and it felt so good when things fell into place later. sam is a sweetheart, but he’s also really smart and able to pass as innocent even when he’s lying his head off. i love that. dean’s an asshole that i am unfortunately attached to but he also obviously cares a lot about his family and doesn’t know how to handle that when it seems so broken. i am still so upset about that final bit. i will be binging this whenever i can but how dare you sard. this is nearly six pages of notes. why am i like this.

edit bc I just realized every ‘home’ in this episode was destroyed. ‘i can never go home.’ the winchesters’ house in the beginning and sam’s place both went up in flames, and sam drove a car through the haunted place. the only thing that saves things like motels is impermanence. sard I need to write forever I think

[multifandoms27-blog]

Seto Kaiba pre-relationship headcanons

Content: SETOOOOOOO <3

Warnings: Some cussing I think, mentions of kidnapping

Notes: I have COVID (I feel okay dw) so I'm gonna be writing a lot lol. I literally wrote this just to talk about Kaiba. I've loved this man since I was like 10 <3

Edit 5/19/22: Part 2 here

~*~*~*

Okay. OKAY.

I've fantasized about SO MANY WAYS I'd capture this mans attention, so I GOTCHU

You were friends with Yugi, Tea, Joey n all them and you were pretty nice. Mokuba needed a babysitter and Seto doesn't trust like, anybody since Mokuba gets kidnapped all the damn time (rip Mokuba)

Mokuba mentioned to Seto about how you complained about your "shitty" job you currently had, and were looking for a new one. Seto hated the idea at first, but Mokuba reminded him that you and the others had helped Seto save him multiple times, so you could be trusted

Seto, in his...weird way...approaches you. Menacingly. At your fucking job.

Face devoid of emotion, he approaches you with a suitcase in hand, two security guards behind him, everyone begins to whisper as he locks eyes with you and stands in front of you. "(Y/n)." he says.

"Uh...hey, Kaiba, what can I do for you today?" You say, a bit surprised if anything.

"I need you to babysit Mokuba."

"Right now? Kaiba, I'm kinda at wor-"

"Quit your job. I'll hire you right now."

Your manager is dumbfounded in the background.

"Uh...alright, sure!"

Mokuba is too old to have a babysitter, but Seto doesn't think so. So, Mokuba is actually pretty fun to babysit.

Mokuba wants to play a bunch, but can also handle being on his own if he wants to. You both scroll through your phones and share Tik Toks, look through Instagram, troll Kaiba's comments on social media, play video games on the TV, watch shows together, it's a real fun time

Best job ever tbh

Seto's just glad someone was watching his brother. He came home late on night, and saw you cleaning up the kitchen.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing?"

"Hm? Oh, welcome home, Kaiba. Me and Mokuba made a cake earlier and made a mess. I'm cleaning it up now."

"Where's Mokuba?"

"In bed, asleep. Don't worry, I had him shower and everything before bed so he's not messing up the sheets."

Seto huffs. "But it's the maids job to clean."

"Yeah, but, I thought it'd be nice to make her job a little easier." You shrug.

"Why didn't you just call a baker?" Seto asked, setting his stuff down on the now clean counter.

"Because me and Mokuba thought it'd be fun to do it ourselves, and we were right." You beamed up at him.

He kept quiet until you were done cleaning. You then turned to him with a tired smile.

"Thank you for this job, Kaiba."

"...You're welcome." He'd nod to you. "Even if you are part of the geek squad."

You laugh. "Yeah, yeah..." you yawn. "It's getting late. I'm gonna head home. I'll be back after school tomorrow, 'kay?"

It was around midnight. Seto didn't like the idea of you walking home alone. "I'll give you a ride."

"No, no, you look exhausted Kaiba. I'll be okay. Yugi's place is closer, I'll probably just crash there-"

"No. I'll give you a ride." he stands.

"Kaiba, seriously, it's okay." You give him a soft smile. "You look really tired, please, just go sleep. I'll be fine."

"Then spend the night here." He says.

You're taken aback. "W...what?"

"You heard me. We have plenty of guest rooms."

"Kaiba, I...I don't have anything to change in to. I don't have my school uniform-"

"Better wake up early, then." Seto ushers you out of the kitchen and shows you the guest room.

You slept great that night, but unfortunately were almost late for school. You had a bit of dried flour leftover on your cheek, and your friends noticed.

"Hey, (Y/n), why do you have flour on your cheek?" Yugi points out.

"Oh, I guess I forgot to wash it off after Kaiba's yesterday..."

"But wouldn't you have in the shower?" Tea asked.

"Oh, I didn't get to. I was almost late this morning cause I had to stop by my place and get my uniform."

"W-wait you mean you-?!" Joey exclaims before bursting out in laughter.

"Yes, Joey, I spent the night at Kaiba's..."

Tristan laughed with him, Tea and Yugi stood there dumbfounded.

Gonna make a part 2 cause this is getting pretty long <3

[diedraechin]

Anybody want a sneak peek of the next chapter???

So we just got back from vacation, and I sat down and read through the next chapter, and I think that I'm just about ready to send it to Io to edit. I have two small sections that I have highlighted for reworking, but nothing major and I'm feeling pretty good about it! Which means I should probably let Io have at it before I change my mind...

And whenever I get to this point, is usually when I decide it's time to give you all a little taste of what's coming... :D This is a little longer than usual, but I think it's deserved for all your patience sticking with me!

Where did we leave off? Oh, right, Yuuri got called up as alternate for the GPF and is stuck in the Netherlands because his flight was delayed/cancelled/wtf????

Viktor turned back to Chris. “Going to call it a night?”

Chris nodded. “It’s been busy and that’s not even with all the drama caused by that delay in Amsterdam for our third musketeer.” He paused. “Never fly through Schiphol; it’s a horrible idea. I’ve always had bad luck with that airport. I don’t care how nice it is on the inside, it still sucks getting stuck there.”  He stood up. “I’m going for a walk around the block to get some air and then coming back and calling it a night.”

“Bonne nuit.”

Chris patted his shoulder and headed out the door.

Viktor returned to his staring contest with Yakov. Ultimately, he knew that Yakov was going to win, but he wasn’t going to make it easy for the coach. 

“Ok. So he’s definitely in the air. Someone needs to wait for him, though.” Celestino’s booming voice broke Viktor’s staring contest and he turned his head to look at Celestino who was talking with Kai and the Team Japan Leader -- the Japanese and French officials having left -- Phichit still dancing around the edge, neither included nor separate from the group. Never had Viktor been happier that Celestino didn't know how to speak at normal speaking volume.

It was the Team Japan Leader that spoke. “I will be here when he gets in. I have his paperwork and schedules.” He paused. “I don’t know Katsuki-san at all, though, he’s never competed at a competition I’ve been Leader at before.” He looked down at the watch on his wrist. "It's too late to call Japan." 

“I don’t have a problem with waiting, Celestino.” Kai said.

Celestino shook his head. “He’s my skater and it was a bad delay and we both know that he was panicking earlier when the flight showed as cancelled for five minutes before returning to being just delayed. I’ll stay. Go bring Phichit to his room.”

“But, Celestino!” Phichit interjected.

Celestino shook his head. “No. You’re going to bed. You have early practice and press and a lot of other things to get through. If Yuuri was already here he’d be telling you the same thing. You’ll see Yuuri tomorrow; we both know that he’ll make sure of that.  Besides, aren't you the one who hates dealing with him when he’s cranky? And he’s going to be.”

Phichit stopped moving and nodded. “Point. He gets very cranky.”

Viktor bit his lip to stop from laughing and glanced at Yakov who was just shaking his head. “He’s not wrong. Yura can be very grumpy at times.” 

Yakov stood up. “Bed soon, Vitya. I mean it.”

“I know. I will. I promise. Just thirty more minutes? By then Chris will have finished his walk and I’ll be out of people to entertain me.”

Yakov sighed and patted his shoulder. “He’ll be here and he’ll skate. On the positive side, he’ll likely be so tired from being anxious over his flights he’ll sleep.” Yakov went to the elevator.

Kai had started arguing with Phichit, but seemed to be winning and was aiming the Thai skater toward the elevators.

“Kai, just one second.” Viktor made to stand up but she just looked over at him and shook her head.

“I’ll text her. Don’t want to hear it. I need to get this one up to his room.” She pushed him into the elevator with Yakov and then all of them were gone.

So Viktor was left with the Japanese Team Leader and Celestino just sitting in the lobby in a tense, uncomfortable silence, none of them saying anything and neither of the other two even acknowledging Viktor.  While the minutes dragged on, Viktor idly looked through instagram trying to pass the time, but nothing caught his interest.

He really needed to figure out Yuuri's secret instagram. No doubt he'd been posting things while stranded in the Netherlands. That would have been entertaining. Oh! Maybe he even used that layoverinams hashtag! Viktor started typing the hashtag into the search bar, but stopped midway when Celestino coughed loudly. He dropped his phone from in front of his face to look at Yuuri’s coach and smiled.

“Shouldn’t you go to bed?” Celestino looked at him, his annoyance clear.  Seemingly their temporary truce for getting Yuuri to nap at Skate America had come to an end.

Viktor shrugged. “Probably. But I’m waiting for Chris to finish his walk. Can’t be more well rested than the competition. Have to give them a sporting chance.”

Celestino visibly bristled. “You’re full of yourself, Nikiforov, and one of these days a skater is going to come around and knock you down a peg or three.”

Grinning, Viktor wondered if Celestino even knew that he was a coach to such a skater because he was pretty sure that Yuuri’s coach was the king of underestimating Yuuri.

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: HALO: A MasterChief Collection: Conceal {9}

Master Chief Pablo x Sergeant Reader

Warning: Cursing, Angst, Plot, Blood, Violence

Words: 3.9k

Summary: You are part of the mighty SPARTANS as sergeant and a pretty badass addition to the team at that. Everything is different. You’re different. Master chief is different. But the two of you are the only ones who know this. That means this secret must be hidden. Can you both do it?

Note: Guess who needs more fics? Master Chief!!! I’ve decided to make a Master Chief collection of standalone one-shots. They all can be read separately to understand but can also be read in sequence. I will put a number on them so anyone who is interested in reading in sequence can, but again not necessary. This might be an acquired taste, but it’s Pablo as Master Chief forever and always around these parts.  Thank you for reading! Enjoy!

Note II: Tapping into some Elsa vibes with the title. I had to be restrained from making the title: Conceal, Don’t Feel. Like seriously restrained. LMAOOO. Also, I am not 100% sure the ranking but I think I got it right, if not excuse the mistake and overlook it. Just know Seargent Y/N is ranked under master chief but just above the other Spartans. 

 If you enjoyed this please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!!

 ***NOT Edited/Proofread***

Previous: On Your Six*** | Feel Something | A Night Off | Apex Predators | Truth Be Told | Confess | Unto Dawn*** | Learn Me, Learn You*** | 

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Brrr, Brrr, Brrr, Brrr. Brrr, Brrr, Brrr, Brrr.

 The blaring alarms could be clearly heard. You jumped up reached for your weapon while rolling out of the bed, ready for anything. Scanning the dark room, you found no threat, only John across the room on the opposite side of the bed in the same crouching position you were in with his weapon raised. The light shining through the windows in a circular motion showed you his face in sporadic fashion.

 “That’s the alarm for a breach,” John voiced.

 Both of you stood at the same time. It was him looking over your body that made you remember you were naked—as was he. Both of your communicators went off and in the same breath both of you went into motion hurrying out of the bedroom to where your clothes was bundled. As you read the alert you groaned.

 “All Spartans are bring called in. No word on if it’s a breach,” you announced hurrying back to your bedroom.

 You quickly grabbed some clothes then pulled them on. You’d learned long ago how to get dressed in under two minutes. Now wasn’t any different. You dropped onto the bed and pulled on your boots then rushed out. John was just rising from a chair fully ready.

 “Did I beat you.”

 “Not this time.”

 A half smile was spread across his lips. The two of you walked to the door but John pulled you back and pressed you into the wall and his body against yours. Your eyes widened in shock.

 “Wha---.”

 Your words were cut off by his lips for a tentative kiss, a kiss you returned. While every kiss between you over the last near forty-eight hours had been passionate, desperate and wild this one was slow almost hesitant, sweet and so tender. By now, you’d lost count of how many times he’s stolen your breath. When he pulled away you both sighed a sort of relieved sigh.

 “What was that?”

 John brushed your cheek with his thumb, “It felt right.”

 You smiled and kissed him once more. “We don’t have time for this.”

 “I know. I just had to--.”

 You nodded fully understanding what he meant.

 “Wait, it’s smart for us to go separately. We can’t let Halsey know that your pellet is gone.”

 John’s jaw ticked and he slowly nodded.

 “We can’t let her know a lot of things,” he added.

 Your eyes met and the conversation continued, no words were necessary. Far too soon, John moved from you and walked through the door. Half of you wished he would look back, but the other half knew he wouldn’t. He was once again Master chief Petty Officer John-117 and you, his subordinate. It was almost painful—painfully poetic.

  ~~~~~~~~

 “Spartans, fall in!”

 You rushed in and fell in line along with Vannak, Riz, Kai and Master Chef, ready for instructions.

 “All right Spartans, we have intel that says we have another artifact on Eridanus Two and thanks to Master Chief we can confirm that as accurate. Our plan is of course to get it before anyone else since we know we are not the only ones after it,” Captain Keyes briefed.

 “I don’t think I have to stress how important it is for us to be the ones to get this artifact before the covenant,” Dr. Halsey said stressing her words for emphasis. “Do I make myself clear Spartans?”

 “Affirmative, ma’am!”

 “We’re tails up in ten, move out,” Captain Keyes finished.

 You and the other Spartans made your way over to your suits in controlled fashion and proceeded to change and suit up. The entire time you undressed, you tried to keep your head in the game and on mission rather than where you’d been not even thirty minutes ago. Peeling off your leggings, you reached for the one impact proof one piece you wore under your suit. You glanced across the way to find John’s eyes on you and the intensity you saw in them made you fumble the garment. Your eyes locked and you knew what he was thinking. The moment seemed to last for eternity. His eyes bore into you and stripped you of the remaining clothes you wore. The look in his eyes said if you were alone he’d slam you against the metal of the lockers and fuck you hard and raw. Your belly quivered. You wanted it.

 “Master chief.”

 John snapped his head away to give his attention to Miranda who’d somehow kept up beside him. You looked back into your locker and grabbed the garment you’d long dropped and proceeded to stuff your legs inside.

 “Seargeant (your chosen nickname).”

 You looked over your shoulder into Kai’s face and instantly came back to yourself. You were Seargeant Second Class Y/N-144. You were a solider—a weapon made by the UNSC to get the most complex and impossible missions completed. You were not a woman. Not a woman with thoughts of her own. Not a woman who could feel, desire or want. Not a woman who knew what a kiss felt like. Not a woman who knew what it was like to have master chief’s hands on your body or have him inside of you. You were a weapon. A lethal weapon with one objective—the mission.

 “Kai,” you replied keeping your voice even and free of any emotion.

 She studied you but didn’t say anything else. You tried not to think about what she was searching for.

 “Nothing,” she said before she turned back to her own locker.

 Pushing the encounter to the back of your mind, you continued to suit up reciting the objective in your mind. Once outfitted you walked over to the weapons rack and caught John walking off with Dr. Halsey. Curiosity picked at you. What could she be saying to him? Was she giving him different orders or was she trying to dig her hooks deeper into him? Whatever she was doing John’s face, and posture gave nothing away. He just nodded his head like the obedient solider he'd always been. It hit you then this would be his first mission completely free of the pellet, completely at the mercy of his human thoughts and emotions.

 You remembered your first mission and said a silent prayer he had an easier time than you had.

 “Seargeant Second Class 144.”

 You stood at attention as Miranda approached.

 “Dr. Keyes.”

 “At ease.”

 You eased your stance but kept your eyes forward and off of her. She leaned closer just a touch and spoke.

 “Head in the game?”

 “Affirmative.”

 “The full force of the UNSC will be accompanying you to Eridanus Two. Be sure to remain compliant.”

 She was reminding you the best she could that eyes would be everywhere and neither you nor John could fuck up and give anyone reason to suspect anything was off. You nodded.

 “Yes Dr. Keyes.”

 She nodded then walked off. If you hadn’t been anxious before, you sure as hell were now.

 “Conceal, Y/N, conceal,” you whispered to yourself.

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 The ride through slip space was a quiet one. Sometimes you and the others would goad each other about your skills and who was better but now none of that happened. Everyone sat in their seats, backs straight, heads high and eyes forward awaiting deployment. Across from you, John sat the same as all of you were—disciplined. With his helmet on, you had no idea where he was looking but you didn’t doubt he was focused. There was something about putting on the full suit that did something to one’s focus. Somehow no matter how distracted you were, putting on the helmet always brough things to a point.

 “Entering Eridanus Two outer space now. Prepare to exit slip space,” the voice informed through the ship.

 You gritted your teeth and allowed the feeling in your belly to course through you. It was similar to doing a free fall with no gravity to catch you only intensified twofold. It only lasted a few seconds though. Kai and the others were lucky. You were certain they didn’t feel it because you hadn’t felt it before your pellet was removed. Now you felt it every journey in and out of slip space. A few minutes later, the ship was on the surface and soldiers and Spartans disembarked.

 Halsey walked off with John behind her scanning their surroundings. They were headed to look into the location of the artifact.

 “Spartans maintain a perimeter, keep your eyes open and weapons ready,” John ordered through coms.

 “Yes, master chief,” you all replied in unison.

 For the next thirty or so minutes, you walked the surface checking areas where enemy combatants could be lying in wait and even those any inhabitants of the planet could be buried. Eridanus Two was practically a wasteland, one of the harshest planets to survive on but you didn’t doubt that some poor souls called it home. Not many came here. It was the perfect place for an artifact to be. It would have remained unbothered for centuries.

 By the time your boredom set in, you realized it had been nearly three hours. Three hours and nothing had happened. Three hours and the artifact had not been acquired. You wondered what was happening. Was John all right? Suddenly, a massive energy pulse went through you and as far as you could see and sent you flying and down for the count as the loudest pulsing and screeching sound went off around you. It didn’t hurt though—it felt like it was talking to you and what it said crippled you.

  ~~~~~~

 -John-

He shouldn’t have touched it but there was no way he couldn’t have not. Like being in slip space, he saw memories of himself he didn’t recognize. He felt feelings he remembered feeling somewhere in him. It all seemed so similar, so real. He knew they were real. This hadn’t been the first time he’d experienced memories. He traced this back to the first time he touched the artifact in Madrigal. He knew these were his memories. This latest set pulled it all together. Halsey had been lying—about everything. She’d taken him from his home and turned him into this.

 His gut bubbled with bile and rage. As he stood, he saw red, and his only wish was to see blood. His eyes fell back to the artifact he’d just touched, the artifact that had given him these answers, that had pieced everything together for him. He felt connected to it, and he knew for sure he had something to do with it. They were connected.

 “John?”

 He spun on his heels and glared at her. Through his helmet he knew she couldn’t see the anger in his eyes but he knew in seconds she would feel it. He took a step to her, she took one back.

 “John,” she cautioned sensing the predatory instincts coursing through him.

 “You’ve been lying to me.”

 Halsey’s eyes widened but it wasn’t with confusion it was with shock and fear. That was all the answer he needed. Ther was no mistake. She was the villain in this story—his story.

 “John,” she cautioned again.

 He ignored her and stepped closer.

 “Why have you been lying to me?”

 “I—I--,” she stuttered before gulping. You need to listen to me. I know you have a lot of questions.”

 “I will get the answers!”

 He leapt to her, but she slipped to the side before slapping something onto the back of his head sending him into darkness.

 When his eyes opened, he had two thoughts, you then Halsey. Getting to his feet he began stalking from the cave but once he stepped out, he felt it—the incoming threat of carnage. Someone—or someone was coming. Seconds later, there was a large explosion. Several others echoed after and fire and shouts came next. He felt torn. His training said the mission was paramount, but everything else in him said you came above it all.

 “Spartans on me!”

 He heard the response of Riz, Kai, and Vannak but he didn’t hear you. He began to call your name but stopped himself. Balling his fists he tried again.

 “144 come in!”

 Silence.

 “144 come in, now!”

 Still nothing. He gritted his teeth and continued to usher the soldiers into motion.

 “Riz, Kai, Vannak, do you have eyes on (your chosen nickname)?”

 “No, master chief,” they replied together.

 Worry set in, then he heard another reply come in.

 “144 was securing the west quadrant perimeter. That is where her location is paused,” Riz answered.

He dodged a bomb, dove to the right then opened up his map and sure as day your dot was stilled.

 “144 come in. Do you need assistance?”

 Nothing.

 “Goddamn it!”

 “Master chief your orders are to get the artifact to Dr. Keyes’s ship,” Captain Keyes informed.

 Again he gritted his teeth. This was the first time he wanted to ignore an order. The first time he had the free will and desire to say no.

 “144 is mission, Captain Keyes.”

 “Understood but the artifact is what we came here for. It is the mission not 144.”

 “Fuck!”

 An enemy combatant ran to him completely unaware that he was an uncaged animal right now. Lifting his foot, he sent it into their chest sending them flying. He pulled his secondary weapon out and released three shots dropping the fighter. He jumped onto the speeding vehicle that held the artifact, shooting down an incoming raider whose intent was to overtake it.

 “Not today. Spartans, get in!”

 In seconds Riz, Kai and Vannak barreled to him and leapt into the vehicle. With Riz on the machine turret, she took over shooting any and everything that did not look human. As he drove, he kept an eye on the map on his forearm at your dot that still wasn’t moving. Damn it, he thought. Something was wrong. You wouldn’t go silent, not in combat and not after last night. He heard more persistent orders telling him to get the artifact to the ship and he wished for the first time to be anyone else. Anyone who could get to you.

 “Goddamn it 144, reply now!”

 He heard a chough and a long groan. It was a familiar one.

 “144?”

 “Uuugh, fuck, what—what--.”

 “144 come in!”

 “I’m here.”

 He sighed out as he swerved missing a newly dropped bomb. The vehicle did a donut bringing up a thick cloud of dust.

 “Twelve o’clock, three o’clock and above,” Riz shouted.

 Each of them went into action on the location at the same time. Vannak went for the three o’clock, Kai the twelve and he aimed his weapon up and fired round after round.

 “Clear!”

 “What’s happening? The covenant?”

 “Get your ass to my location 144.”

 You groaned again and he worried you were hurt. When he was about to ask you spoke.

 “Yes, master chief.”

 He looked at the map on his forearm again and saw your dot moving. Slight relief washed over him, and he found he could focus on the mission again thought the nagging need to see you himself still picked at him. He doubted he would be fully focused until you were on his six. He drove and swerved around obstacles and focused on the road and not the screaming soldiers around him. There was so much carnage, so much destruction. He was numb to it before but now—he saw this war up close and way too personal.

 “Coming to you, master chief,” you said.

 He saw you from the side but also saw a hover rover coming for you.

 “On your nine, 144!”

 You leapt but it was too late, it collided with you and shot you through the air and several feet. He watched your body fall beam over the cliff and right in the middle of where the battle was the bloodiest. All he heard was the sound of his own heart nothing else registered. You remained down for too long.

 “144.”

 No response. As he drove further and further away, he thought of his options. He knew what he should do but what he was about to do was not it.

 “Stay on mission, John!”

 Halsey’s orders were loud and clear, but something else spoke to him much clearer and much louder.

 “Vannak take the wheel. I won’t let her die.”

 Before anyone else could get a word in he leapt out of the vehicle and ran to the edge of the cliff. He saw quickly approaching enemy mid-range ship and he jumped for it landing on its hull. Pulling his side piece, he shot into it knowing he’d made impact. Soon, the ship began declining. He rode the steam down then jumped off right before it collided with a much larger ship. A massive explosion erupted for a few moments all was silent.

 When he stood, he saw a legion of covenant fighters armored up, and armed across the field that was set ablaze. He counted at least ten with one large ugly son of a bitch in the center.

“Great.”

 Right in front of the legion there you were crumpled still barely moving.

 “I’m coming, Y/N. Tuck and hang on.”

 You didn’t reply and he prayed he wasn’t too late. The legion screamed a battle cry then took off for him. Releasing his own battle cry, he followed. He was ready to show them the demon they swore he was. He bent grabbed a discarded weapon and shot until the chamber emptied. He then shouted in frustration and threw it lodging it in the skull of one of the fighters. He tumbled, grabbed another and off-loaded sending bullets into most of the fray. Still the large one remained. He grabbed two weapons and went into close combat rotating in a circling taking them out one at a time. When the weapons failed, he relied on his fists.

 To anyone looking in the outcome probably looked grim, but he didn’t care. To him he wouldn’t stop until he got to you. The large one grabbed him and threw him across the field. He should have said thanks because he was now closer to you. You were now on your back. Not dead. He stood fighting through the pain and ran for the only one standing. He took a foot to the head then dropped to his knee. Sensing this fighter’s next move, he waited. When the punch came, he grabbed onto its arm hooking himself on then climbed up lodging himself on its back. With the last weapon he had, he released shots into its back then attached an explosive. Before he could leap off, it hooked him. It must have sensed its demise and wanted to take him along. The explosive went off and he went flying.

 Again, silence was all he heard. Silence with a high-pitched ringing. Groaning he flipped onto his back and tried to catch his breath. On his back he saw a ship break off form the hovering one that he guessed was where whoever was in charge was waiting. The breakaway ship began its descent and he cursed.

 “Goddamn it!”

 Across the field by you he saw the artifact. You were maybe ten or so feet apart. It was now a choice he had to make. He could grab one, but he doubted he could do both. He could hear a staticky command, but he couldn’t make it completely. What he did get was artifact. He knew it was an order to secure it. He saw you make a move to your knees, but you dropped back down. Your eye shield was broken, and it gave him a slight look at one of your eyes. It was bloodshot and locked on his.

 “The artifact, John. Not me.”

 He gritted his teeth. The largest combatant he’d seen dropped from the sky and landed in a cloud of dust. In hand was a massive clobber axe that looked ready for action. Another curse escaped him before he took off running toward the fight. As the creature lifted its weapon to swing, he slid intending to go through its legs, but he was met with an oncoming attack. In the nick of time, he opened his shield bit it was too late. It sent him right back to where he’d begun. With the upper hand the combatant ran to him with weapon held high. It slammed it down, but he rolled to the side avoiding the weapon completely.

 Looking into the face of his opponent, he almost gulped. He was the ugliest son of a bitch he’d ever seen. He clocked a weapon a few feet away then ran to it. The creature made a move for the artifact instead. It registered too late; you were standing by the artifact with your foot on it. You looked half dead but still defiant as all hell. You opened fire with the two weapons in hand shouting the entire time like the badass you were. He might have smiled and felt pride at the sight in a different situation but seeing how the gargantuan figure still ran to you he felt something else. Fear.

Without thinking, he grabbed the mine explosion laying on the ground that he knew must have fell out of one of their ships. He ran like his life depended on it toward the creature because he felt it did. When one of your weapons went out, you grabbed your secondary and opened fire again. Just before the other went out he jumped, soared through the air and landed on its back ramming the device into its flesh. It screeched out and reached for him, but he propelled off of its back soaring to you. You didn’t stop firing even with one weapon. As he glided past you, he grabbed it and aimed for the device. It exploded and he grabbed you, while you grabbed the artifact. The explosion sent you across the field.

 He gasped long and sprung up to a sitting position. He frantically looked around for you then saw you lying there a few feet away. He scurried to you and realized you clutched the artifact to your chest.

 “Y/N!”

 You gasped then coughed. He pulled off his helmet then yours and looked into your battered and bloodied face. Through the damage he saw your eyes were open. He sighed in relief.

 “Artifact---secure,” you grunted then smiled.

 He scoffed. You were a badass all right. A badass with a death wish. Suddenly, a beam of blue light came down, enclosing you in its perimeter. Your eyes widened as you began to levitate off the ground.

 “No, Y/N!”

 “John!”

 Your panic was evident but you didn’t release the artifact.

 “They want the artifact. Let it go!”

 “No!”

 “Y/N, let it go. That’s an order!”

 You didn’t and soon got out of reach of him.

 “Let it go!”

 Your eyes locked and that fear from earlier returned.

 “John!”

 “Let it go Y/N, I can’t lose you. I can’t!”

 You released it but you still beamed up to the ship. Seconds later, your body dropped while the artifact went up. Sliding just in time, he caught you before you collided with the ground. The covenant ship zipped through the air taking off. He should have cared that the artifact was gone and the mission a failure, but he didn’t. He held you tighter. What he cared about was that he had you.

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blush -- suna rintarou x reader

here’s some soft suna smut, go fetch!

edit: here’s pt 2 and pt 3

virginity loss, slight praise kink, oral (f receiving), whoops! rintarou has feelings

4700 words

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You were not quite sure how you all ended up on this topic, but it didn’t surprise you one bit that Atsumu was the one to bring it up.

“So how old were ya when ya lost it?” he asked with a grin on his face.

Suna glanced up at the sky as he thought about his answer. “Fourteen, I guess.”  

“Ugh, man! You beat me!” Atsumu groaned in annoyance. “I was fifteen.” It was slight, but you caught Suna giving him a self-satisfied smirk. Atsumu turned to his brother next. “What about you, ‘Samu? I don’t think I ever asked.”

“Pfft, like hell I’d ever tell you,” was the only response he gave.

The four of you were walking through Inarizaki’s dark campus together after the team’s evening practice. It was early autumn, and although the days were still warm, the temperature at night was beginning to dip lower and lower. You shivered as a crisp breeze blew past, digging your hands further into your jacket pockets.

“What about you, y/n?” Atsumu asked, peering down at you. “How old were ya?”

You had hoped he’d forgotten about you, but now that he had directly asked you could feel your cheeks reddening slightly. “I, uh, I haven’t done it yet,” you answered sheepishly.

“What, seriously?! You’re a virgin?” Atsumu’s eyes widened in surprise, but they quickly squinched shut when Osamu smacked him on the back of the head.

“Yell it a bit louder, why don’t ya? I don’t think everyone on campus heard you, dumbass.”

“Ouch, sorry,” Atsumu muttered in apology, but your blush had already deepened. “I’m just a little shocked to learn that our precious manager is a virgin.”

“It’s not really that big of a deal, honestly,” Suna said, his voice low. It was a little unusual to hear him defend anyone, but you were grateful for it all the same.

“Ya know, y/n, if ya ever wanna lose your virginity, I’d be happy to help out,” Atsumu said, giving you a salacious smirk. You rolled your eyes at his offer, a small laugh escaping from your lips as you flicked him on the side of his head.

The path split then, and Suna turned left to continue on by himself to the campus dorms. He waved goodnight to the three of you, and you noticed that his eyes lingered on you for half a second too long before he turned away.

 --

 Click, click, click

Your thumb pressed repeatedly on the end of your pen as you stared hard at the words in front of you.

“Hey, knock it off.” You looked up at the sound of Suna’s voice, his irritation plain on his face. “It’s annoying.”

The two of you were sitting on the floor of his room, Suna propped up against his bed and you leaning against the opposite wall. Loose sheets of paper and an open textbook were on the floor between you as you both studied for an exam the next day.

“Sorry, I didn’t even realize I was doing it,” you muttered, turning your attention back to Suna’s notebook on your lap. You were reading through it, checking that there wasn’t anything he had written down that you had missed in class. In truth, you were finding it hard to concentrate on the notes, as something else was nagging at your thoughts. You hadn’t been able to shake the conversation you’d had the other night, and despite Atsumu’s suggestion, he wasn’t the one you had been thinking about since then.

You had heard rumors around campus, and stories from some of the girls in your classes. At first it had made you a little uncomfortable to know such personal details about someone you had to see every day, especially since he wasn’t aware that you knew, but over time you gradually got used to it, and you were beginning to wonder about what it might be like to experience that firsthand. You were sure that it wouldn’t get out. After all, those rumors that you had heard had come from the girls themselves, never him; if you didn’t tell anyone, no one would ever have to know about it. Besides, after two and a half years spent on the same team, you two had grown rather close. There were few people that you could trust more than him, and, in your opinion at least, that was the most important factor influencing your decision.

You just had to think of a way to tell him.

Suna’s low voice cut through the silence in the room. “Maaan, I’m beat. What time is it?” he asked, stretching his arms over his head.

You glanced at your watch, sighing a bit when you saw how late it was. “Half past ten.”

“Fuck.” He rubbed at his eyes. “I think we’ve crammed as much as we possibly can for tonight.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you replied as you stood up. The two of you started tidying up his room, and you gathered your books and pens into your bag.

“You want me to walk you to the bus stop?”

“No, I’ll be alright.”

“’Kay.”

You had your hand on the doorknob, ready to leave, but you found yourself unable to turn it.

“Suna?”

“Hmm?” he hummed, and when he turned to look at you, you felt an unexpected surge of confidence well up inside. If you didn’t tell him now, you didn’t think you’d ever be able to.

Dropping your hand from the doorknob, you angled your shoulders to face him head on, willing yourself to look him in the eye. “I want you to take my virginity.”

There was a slight widening of his eyes, almost imperceptible, but you caught it before his face fell back into its usual indifferent mask. There was a moment or two of silence, and you tried to keep yourself from panicking; maybe he was just trying to gauge how serious you were.

Eventually he spoke, the corner of his lip quirking up into a cheeky grin. “You sure you don’t want Atsumu to be the one?”

You couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling. “I think I’d rather die, if I’m being honest.”

Suna laughed then, short but genuine, and you felt the tension ease from your shoulders. “I’ll do it, if that’s really what you want.”

You gave him a quick nod, hand reaching towards the door again.

“Come back here tomorrow.”

 --

 You knocked twice on Suna’s door and it opened almost immediately. He must have just recently gotten out of the shower because his hair was still damp, a droplet of water clinging to a lock of hair next to his cheek as he stared down at you.

“I was half-expecting you not to show up,” he said, a slight smile on his lips.

“Why wouldn’t I?” you asked as you squeezed past him to step into the room; he offered no response.

You dropped your bag and blazer onto his desk chair, and when you turned around Suna had moved into the center of the room, within arm’s reach.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” There was an uncharacteristic note of concern in his voice that made your heart melt.

You gave a slight nod, a small smile on your face. “I’m sure.”

Those two words were all he needed.

Suna closed the gap between you in one step. His left hand came to rest on your waist, his right moving up to cup your cheek as he leaned down to place his lips on yours. His kiss was unexpectedly soft, and you couldn’t stop a tiny gasp from escaping you in surprise. This wasn’t a Suna that you were familiar with; this was a Suna that was unbelievably tender with his touch, but you could feel a more passionate side simmering just beneath the surface by the way that his fingers ever so slowly applied pressure to your waist.

Unconsciously, your hands moved first to his shoulders, then to the back of his head, where your fingers buried themselves in his damp hair. Your touch encouraged him to draw you in closer, his arm snaking around your waist to press you against his body. His kisses were becoming firmer now, deeper, more urgent, his tongue slipping past your lips to brush against yours.

A feeling of warmth was in your chest now, spreading down throughout your body, and with it came a sudden feeling of uncertainty. Suna broke away from you and stepped back to sit on the edge of his bed, and the sight of him there suddenly stole away all the confidence you had felt earlier.

“Come here,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. The sound of it made your legs feel weak, but you forced yourself to step towards him. His hands moved to your hips, intending to pull you closer, but you put your palms on his shoulders to brace yourself.

“Wait a minute,” you said, a little breathless.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I just…” Your voice trailed off and you swallowed hard. “I’m just a little nervous.”

You were embarrassed to admit it, but to your surprise Suna smiled, and the gentleness on his face was reassuring. “Yeah, I think it’s normal to be a little nervous.” One of his hands left your hip to move to your elbow. His fingers dragged lightly down your forearm and wrapped around your wrist, so that he could lift your hand and press it against his chest. “I’m a little nervous, too.” You could feel his heart against your palm, beating a little faster and harder than normal. The proof of his own anxiety made all of your apprehensions disappear, and you leaned down to kiss him. Before he could deepen it, you broke away again.

“Suna?”

“Hmm?”

“Could we turn the light off?”

“Of course,” he grinned, leaning over to switch off the lamp on his bedside table.

The room became dark, but the sun had only recently dipped below the horizon and your eyes quickly adjusted to the cold blue light coming in through the window. Suna’s body was outlined against the bed, his features hazy in the dim lighting, but his eyes were clear as he gazed up at you, imploring you to come closer.

He guided you down onto his lap, one of his hands on each of your thighs to place them at his sides. His kisses were needier now, almost hungry in the way that his mouth moved against yours. His hands slid up to rest on your hips once more, and when he slowly tugged them closer, dragging you over his hardening cock, you couldn’t stop the moan that bubbled up from your chest. You could feel him grinning against your lips, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed, not when the feeling of his body under your hands was causing that heat to grow in your core.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Suna asked, his voice breathy and low. A blush crept up your face at his words, the tone of them so much more intimate than anything you’d heard before. You grinded against him again, causing him to moan lightly into your mouth.

Your hands slid down to press against his chest, fingers clutching at the fabric of his shirt. He paused kissing you just long enough to take his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor before grabbing your waist and drawing you in even closer. Tentatively, you brought your hands back to his chest. The heat of his skin, the pounding of his heart, his heavy breaths emboldened you, prompting you to explore more of his body. Your fingers traveled lightly over his chest, across his collarbones, onto his shoulders, across the back of his neck, down to his shoulder blades; every place you touched gave way to growing desire.

Suna’s hands wandered up your stomach and over your breasts to undo the buttons of your blouse, but he couldn’t undo them fast enough for you; you suddenly couldn’t stand another moment with the fabric between you, you needed to feel your skin pressed up against his now. Your fingers moved to the bottom of your blouse and quickly worked their way upwards, meeting his in the middle before tearing the shirt from your body.

His eyes roamed over you and he whispered something that you couldn’t quite hear. Before you could say anything, his head moved to your neck, pressing hot kisses into your skin, down the column of your throat and over your collarbones. The top of his head tickled under your chin, making you giggle; his lips left your shoulder with a wet sound as he turned his face up to look at you, but you dug your nails into his arms and whimpered at the loss of his touch.

“Please don’t stop,” you breathed.

Suna gripped you tightly around your waist to lift you off of him and shift you so you were lying down on the bed, his body leaning over you. Pulling one of your legs up so that he could position himself between them, he resumed kissing your neck, his warm breath tickling your ear. His hands worked their way down your sides, a trail of goosebumps left in their wake, to come to rest at the waistband of your skirt. He lifted his head to kiss you on the lips briefly before carefully tugging your skirt down over your hips and off your legs. His eyes lingered on your purple lace panties, moved up to your matching bra, and finally to meet your own gaze.

“These are cute,” he said with a smirk, one finger lifting up the band of your panties and letting it snap against your skin.

“Shut up,” you groaned, covering your blushing face with your arm.

“Did you match these just for me?” he teased.

“I said shut up, Rintarou!”

You heard a sharp intake of breath, and lowered your arm to see that the look on his face had shifted into completely unconstrained desire. He kissed you then, tongue forcing its way into your mouth, greedily swallowing your moans. You could feel yourself getting wetter as he pressed his cock in-between your legs; the sensation was becoming almost too much to bear.

Suna pulled away suddenly, and a thin strand of saliva briefly connected your mouths, glinting in the low light. “Hey, do you want me to wear a condom?” he asked, rubbing his thumb slowly over your bottom lip.

“Oh!” You were lying in his bed half naked, and his tongue had just been in your mouth, but for some reason that question made you feel shy all of a sudden. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I’m, uh… I’m on the pill,” you told him, feeling your cheeks heat up again. He only nodded once before leaning in to kiss you again.

One of his hands slowly slid up your side to your breast, his thumb rubbing over your nipple through the fabric of your bra. When he broke the kiss to move his lips to your neck, you leaned forward slightly to unhook your bra, tossing it on the floor with the rest of your clothes. Suna sucked in a breath at the sight of you, gazing at you almost reverently before placing his lips back on your throat, letting his hand blindly fondle your breast. Moving slowly, he made his way down your throat and over your collarbones, planting sloppy kisses every few inches, until his tongue was swirling small circles around your nipple, feeling it grow harder at his touch. At the same time, his other hand was pressing into your hip, fingers digging insistently into the soft flesh. That hand now started moving down over the outside of your thigh, pausing almost at the knee before running back up along the inside.

You gasped when he touched your clothed pussy for the first time, his fingers brushing against your clit through the fabric. You would have felt embarrassed at the wetness you felt seeping through your panties, but the feeling of having him touch you in so many places was too good for you to care. He was rubbing circles around your clit, causing a knot to form deep in your stomach. You reached with both hands into his hair, gripping the back of his head tightly as a pitiful whimper escaped you.

“Oh, Rintarou…”

“What is it, baby?” He leaned forward to plant a kiss on your cheek, his hand still working slowly between your legs. “What do you need?”

Another pitiful sound left your mouth and your nails dug into his shoulders. He sat up straight, his free hand coming to rest on your leg as his other continued to draw soft moans out of you.

A new feeling had settled in your chest, a need that you had never experienced before. It wasn’t enough to have him simply touch you; you needed to feel him inside of you.

“Rin, please,” you practically begged him, reaching towards the waistband of his sweatpants.

He gently pushed your hands away, a low chuckle rising in his throat. “You’re not ready yet, baby,” he told you in a soft voice. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Groaning, you fell back into the pillow, your breath coming out harder as he started kissing the inside of your thigh, slowly, painfully slowly, moving closer to where the heat was pooling between your legs. Both of his hands now hooked under your thighs to rest on top of your hip bones, pinning you in place. He kept his eyes on your face as his tongue ran almost lazily over your panties.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, head tilting back and eyes squeezing shut.

“You’re already so wet,” he murmured, and you could hear the smile in his voice. He was still licking you agonizingly slowly, relishing the way you squirmed around him. “Do you want me to taste you, baby?”

“Mm hmm,” you answered, a little too quickly in your eagerness to have him touch more of you. He moved one of his hands to hook a finger under your panties, pulling them to the side to reveal your glistening pussy.

His mouth was on your bare clit now, and the sensation was overwhelming. It was different from all the times you had pleasured yourself; this was warm and wet and achingly soft, and it was causing the coil in your stomach to rapidly tighten. He hummed lightly, the vibrations running over your clit and causing you to practically scream. When he lifted his face away from you, you nearly cried. He slid your panties down your legs and tossed them on the floor, leaving you completely bare before him.

Suna leaned back down, tongue running up and down your folds, swirling around your clit, kissing all over your pussy. Every single contact made your back arch, made your hands grip the sheets a little more tightly. He traced a finger along the edge of your pussy, gathering up the wetness before slowly pressing it into you. You clenched around him as his finger curled up to press into the soft spot within you, the spot that made your breath catch in your throat. You opened your eyes to look down at him; his mouth and finger were still at work on your pussy, but his gaze was trained on your face, sage-colored eyes glinting in the dark.

The coil in your stomach finally snapped, your orgasm falling over you in waves of intense pleasure. Your toes curled, legs tensed up around his head, hands reached down to wind into his soft hair.

“Rin-Rintarou!”

Suna kept his face pressed into your pussy, sucking gently on your clit as you came around his finger. The overstimulation was becoming too much, and your breath was coming out in labored sobs.

“Rin, p-please, stop!”

Immediately, he pulled away, crawling over your body to kiss you hard on the mouth. “I like the way you taste, cutie,” he sighed into your ear, nuzzling at your neck. “And I love the way you moan for me.”

You were panting, still coming down from your high. Suna’s hand came up to caress your face, thumb rubbing gently over your cheekbones. He waited for your breathing to even out before sitting up to remove his pants. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his cock looked; you had no reference point, but you were pretty sure he was above average.

He lazily stroked his cock with one hand as he shifted your legs with the other, positioning himself close to your entrance. He dragged the head over your pussy, coating it with the wetness there.

Suna was looking straight at you again. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice breathless.

“Yes,” you told him. He leaned down to plant one more kiss on your lips, before slowly pressing his cock into you.

All the time he spent pleasuring you already ensured that you were relaxed enough to take him, but even so, he went slow. He sank in a few inches before pausing, allowing you to adjust to his size as he peppered your face with kisses, before giving you some more. It took a full minute before he completely joined his hips to yours, a soft groan escaping his lips.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked, his voice impossibly soft.

“Yeah.” You gave him a small smile, hands running up the backs of his arms to rest on his shoulder blades. It felt so incredibly good to finally have him inside you, to fill you up completely. There had been a slight pressure when he first entered you, but that was subsiding now, and you could fully enjoy the way his cock stretched you out.

Suna pulled his hips away from you, his cock dragging slowly along your sensitive walls. The loss of him drew a soft whimper out of you, turning into a moan when he pushed back in. His pace was unhurried at first, but with each breathy sigh you made he increased his speed, pulling out a little further each time.

“Rin, oh, oh…”

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he moaned, lips capturing yours in a wet kiss. “You feel so good, baby.”

He bent down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth with just enough pressure to make your spine arch, fingers gripping his shoulders tightly to let him know that you wanted more.

“Rin, I-I… oh god-”

He straightened back up so he could look into your face, his thumb and forefinger continuing to play with your nipple. “Does that feel good?” he asked in a low voice. You nodded, eyes squeezed tight against the pleasure, and another soft whimper left your throat. “You’re taking my cock so well, baby,” he murmured; you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten at his praise. “Do you want more?”

“Yes, please, please…”

He quickened his pace even more, hips snapping into yours hard enough now to apply deliciously pleasant friction to your clit. You couldn’t have stopped the sounds leaving your mouth even if you wanted to; every thrust of his cock made you come undone a little more. The pleasure radiated throughout your entire body, making you feel slightly lightheaded.

Suna placed both hands on the backs of your knees and lifted them, pressing your legs towards your chest. The new angle of your hips allowed his cock to press into that spot inside you that made your breath burn in your lungs. The feeling was unbelievable; you had never felt pleasure like this before.

Your eyes snapped open. Suna was staring down, watching his cock sink repeatedly into your dripping wet pussy. When your hand gave his shoulder a small squeeze he looked up, eyes locking with yours. His face was etched with determination, all of his efforts going towards making you feel good. His cheeks were flushed pink, and his eyes contained something that you couldn’t quite place.

“Are you gonna cum for me, princess?” His voice was husky, gaze burning with desire.

“Yes, Rin, please don’t stop,” you breathed out between gasps.

He kept his pace consistent, hitting that sweet spot over and over and over again. Your nails were digging into his back, leaving tiny crescent-shaped indentations in his skin. The knot in your stomach was tightening, tightening, tightening—

“Rintarou!” you cried out as the second orgasm overtook you, breath catching in your chest. Your legs trembled under Suna’s hands as he kept fucking you through it, groaning as your pussy clenched around him.

He could feel himself getting closer. He slowed his pace, leaning over to press hard kisses into your neck as you came down from your high. When your breathing started to even out, his lips moved up over your jaw and to your mouth. You kissed him greedily, hands moving to entwine themselves in his hair.

“Where do you want me to cum?” he asked, voice slightly hoarse. He was still moving against you, cock pumping slowly in and out of your pussy.

“Ah… oh,” was all you could manage to squeak out.

“Hmm?” He nuzzled his nose against your neck, warm breath tickling your skin. “Where, baby?”

“Inside… I want you to cum inside me,” you whispered.

With a groan, Suna started thrusting into you harder again. The wetness between your legs was audible with each stroke of his cock, and the sound of it only made him come closer to the edge. The sensation against your clit was pushing you into overstimulation, tears springing up in the corners of your eyes from the sheer pleasure. You reached down with one hand to grasp at his thigh, nails digging into the muscles working to join him to you, desperately trying to pull him closer, closer.

“God, I’m so close…” he murmured, face held so near to yours that your noses bumped each time he pounded into you.

“Oh, you feel so good,” you moaned.

“Can you say my name, baby?” His voice was hardly above a whisper.

“Rin,” you sighed, and his hips snapped into you almost urgently. “Please cum, Rin, I want you to cum for me…”

He buried his face in your neck, groaning deeply as he came. “Fuck.” You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, hot cum spurting deep into your pussy.

He was still for a moment, breathing hard against your skin, before slowly pulling out and rolling over to lie beside you. You felt some of his cum drip out of you, blushing at the sensation. The two of you were silent for a while, your panting breaths the only sounds in the room.

“How was that?” Suna asked eventually, turning onto his side to face you. You suddenly found yourself unable to look at him, pressing your face instead into the crook of his neck and humming contentedly. He chuckled softly and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to him. “I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?” he asked, an uncharacteristic note of concern in his voice.

“Not at all,” you told him. “I liked it.”

You fell silent again. With your body pressed up against his, you could feel the beat of his heart, slowly steadying from its rapid pace. His skin was so warm, and you didn’t even mind the slight sheen of sweat covering both your bodies. You took a breath, inhaling his scent; you couldn’t describe what he smelled like, you just knew that he smelled good.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you must have been lying there for at least a quarter hour. You lifted your head to look at him and saw that his eyes were closed. Did he fall asleep?

“Rin?” you asked tentatively.

“Hmm?” His response was a low rumble in his chest; you could feel the vibrations against your palm. His eyes were still closed.

“Why were you nervous before?” You wriggled in his arms a bit, trying to get a better view of his face. “I mean, it wasn’t your first time.”

He opened his eyes, only to glance at you briefly before turning his head to look up at the ceiling. “It was my first time with you,” he mumbled, so soft you almost didn’t catch it.

With your hand still on his chest you could feel when his heart started beating faster. Peering at his face in the dark, you could have sworn you saw Suna Rintarou blush.

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