#so hog hop it is!!!! hog hop stays fucking winning!!!!!
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If you're going up three floors, would you rather use an elevator, escalator, stairs, or something else?
i jump on an awesome resilient hog and trampoline into the third floor window
#ask#anon#my alternative response would've been boobie movement tech#but 🙄💅 wouldve been too obvious.#anyway no for a real answer? 3 floors?#i guess it depends on the building since not a lot of buildings i know have escalators#malls ive been to dont normally have more than 2 floors. so those are usually escalators if they have them.#granted ive only really been to like 2 or 3 malls. and theyve all had one floor#i think ive only been in a few elevators. i only have like two or three memories.#again it depends on the building i guess#i guess elevators? im fine using stairs but id feel weird if i was the only one using the stairs#so it depends on the building and the social situation#so hog hop it is!!!! hog hop stays fucking winning!!!!!#the hogs okay btw. hogs use to be big enough for us to trampoline on.#when they evolved to be smaller we had to invent trampolines.#bank heists were awesome back in caveman times#anyway thank you for the ask anon! :)
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Hell Week
Where have I been you ask? Recovering from the moment I found out that All Might’s middle finger is 6.2 inches long- that’s where. Jesus Lord I haven’t stopped sweating since.
Pairing: All Might/Toshinori Yagi x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Choking, Daddy kink, slight Praise kink and semi-public sex. Minors- even though I can’t make you not interact- I can come to your house and tell your mother and I want you to picture how that interaction would go down. I’ll show her your browser history I swear to God-
Word Count: 11,000+
Summary: Exam season had finally rolled around at U.A. and had been lovingly dubbed Hell Week by every long suffering member of staff there. All Might didn’t think it would be that bad- until it starts to get in the way of him doing one of his favourite activities.
Namely you.
*as always, the gif isn’t mine but is oddly appropriate for the story O_O
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You hated Hell Week but then... so did everyone.
Those were the first thoughts you had when you stepped into the lecture hall on a sunny Monday morning. Desks upon desks, lined in neat rows, filled the room from front to back- each one with it’s own face down paper on top.
It was exam season. It was exactly like flu season but with far more suffering.
There was however, one very faint light at the end of the tunnel and it was the only reason you weren’t hopping a plane to some far away country and hiding there until this was all over. All Might, the big lovable dork, had zero idea of what was about to hit him. He’d only been teaching at UA for just under a year- missing the last exam season but just in time for this one.
He’d been fucking you just a little bit longer than that but in all the time you’d been seeing him, you’d never brought up just how horrible it was.
By the time you made it across the room, the door was opening again and sure enough, All Might ducked under the doorway to the lecture hall looking far more put together than he had when you’d left him that morning. You hadn’t had the heart to wake him as he’d sprawled out across your bed- his skinny frame taking up just as much room as his muscular one did.
He was such a bed hog, you thought, a smile tugging at your lips.
Looking far too cheerful for this time of the morning- and clearly oblivious about what was to come- he slipped through the desks and headed straight for you. Even though his eagerness to see you made your heart thump harder in your chest, you couldn’t stop the snort of laughter that escaped either.
He was simply awful at hiding your relationship. The only reason you hadn’t been outed to the whole school yet was because you were a little more restrained than he was.
Well... that and you told Hizashi to stop fucking prying into your business with such heat in your voice that anyone within earshot had decided to comply too and had left you both alone.
Still, the fact that Toshinori couldn’t seem to help himself, couldn’t stop himself being near you all the time… it brought to life the butterflies that had made a permanent home in your stomach. So much for it being just sex.
That had gone out of the window long ago.
“Good morning,” he rumbled, finally next to you and you grinned up at him affectionately. His tie was crooked- the only indication that he’d woken up a little too late for comfort and slept through the alarm you’d set before you’d left for work. Glancing around, you found that you were alone with him and so you reached up, straightening the knot and smoothing the material flat against his solid chest.
“Hi,” you answered at long last and it was the only thing you had time to say before his lips found yours for a kiss.
You melted into it. There hadn’t really been much time for kisses lately. Between hero work and exam week prep, you’d both been exhausted and the only reason he’d even stayed over the night before was because he’d graciously offered to help you mark homework and lighten the load. You’d fallen into bed and slept deeply without even a thought of doing anything else- which was admittedly unusual for you both. Despite long work days and how tired his injury made him, Toshinori was insatiable when it came to you.
Not that you were bragging or anything but… well. Look at him. You were goddamn blessed.
“I missed you this morning,” he said, pulling back and looking down at you with those deep, pretty eyes of his. A shiver of lust made it’s way through you and you were suddenly sorry you hadn’t gone through with your plan to wake him up before you’d left. He’d just looked so damn sweet with his face buried in your pillow, snoring softly, that you’d decided to leave him be.
You graced him with a winning smile.
“Didn’t want to disturb you,” you said, glancing towards the double doors at the back of the room. You could hear footsteps approaching and you knew he could too, by the way his eyes followed your line of sight seconds later. “You looked like you needed the sleep, baby.”
He flashed you a grin, his eyebrows raising in an expression you knew all too well. All Might was horny and he wasn’t afraid to let you know about it- despite the sounds of other people getting ever closer. Arousal made your stomach dip low and you shivered involuntarily.
A big, warm hand curled around your waist and you were suddenly tugged closer until you were plastered against him, your hands pressing flat on his hard chest.
Oh yeah, you thought smugly.
This man was hot for you and your eyes mindlessly followed the path his tongue took over his teeth, coming to a stop on the point of his canine. The hand that was on your waist slid lower, to the small of your back and then across the curve of your ass until his fingers slipped ever so lightly to press between your legs.
The noise you made was highly inappropriate for the workplace but fuck, when he acted like this it drove you to the point of losing any inhibitions you would normally have.
“I’ll make it up to you tonight, sweetheart,” he said, his voice lowering to that timbre that had talked you into doing absolutely unspeakable things with only a few, encouraging words. “As many times as you want, for as long as you want.”
You bit your lip, a grin threatening to break through.
“Oh Toshi,” you cooed, patting his chest sympathetically. He was absolutely oblivious to the horror that was about to hit him square in the face.
The doors at the top of the auditorium slammed open with a metallic thunk and within seconds you had escaped his grasp to stand at an appropriate distance, laughing inwardly at his puppy dog head tilt. His thick eyebrow quirked in question and you shot him one last pitying look. “You have no idea what you’re in for this week, do you?”
You almost felt guilty for not elaborating and you had no doubt that he’d get revenge on you in some way, shape or form in the coming months. But for now you left it vague- left him looking confused but unable to question you as Aizawa and Nemuri approached with a line of sullen looking teenagers behind them.
He wouldn’t have the time or energy to breathe this week, let alone do anything remotely athletic in the bedroom.
It wasn’t called Hell Week for nothing.
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It was Wednesday. You were tantalizingly close to the end of the week but also far too far away from it.
Brushing against Toshinori while you passed each other in the aisle- supposedly observing the students as they scribbled away- was the most action either of you had gotten for days now. You didn’t know if he was doing it on purpose exactly, but the big jerk made it a point to touch you every time. Brushing his hand against yours. A palm on the small of your back as he gave way and let you through- so gentlemanly to any observer but the tension in his touch was a dead giveaway.
The way his eyes darkened and he exhaled impatiently through his nose, almost as though if he opened his mouth he would say something entirely inappropriate. He wasn’t being chivalrous in his head in the least.
He was thinking about fucking you and hard.
It eventually got to the point that you couldn’t resist.
Teasing him was just in your nature and every little innocent touch as your bodies passed so close was driving you insane. So as you passed him by at the back of the room, as far away from prying ears as possible, you whispered-
“I’m so fucking wet for you right now.”
- so softly that it could have been nothing at all. He heard you just fine though and you felt his whole body tense like he was being electrocuted.
You carried on, grinning to yourself smugly as you did and all the while Toshinori stood like a statue- eyes wide and lips parted like he couldn’t quite believe what he’d just heard come out of your mouth. He glanced back at your retreating form, his tongue pressing hard against the inside of his cheek.
Oh yeah, you had royally pissed him off.
And turned him on.
Terribly proud of yourself, you went back to being an excellent teacher and leaned over to help an impatient Bakugo- who had run out of paper for his final question and by the looks of it, fucks to give too. Honestly, same.
It took a couple of minutes for you to grab some extra paper at the front of the room and reassure the kid that his answer was on the right track, as vaguely as possible of course- so by the time you were about to make another pass of your boyfriend, you’d almost forgotten what you had said the last time.
He clearly hadn’t.
“Phone.”
That was all he said as he passed you, his lips quirking at the corner and by the time you were at the front of the room with your back away from prying eyes, you were itching to know what he’d meant by that.
You hadn’t felt your phone buzz in your pocket- although you had been distracted up until now and it was likely it had gone off without you noticing. Although you also hadn’t seen Toshi with his phone out either, unless he was being extra sneaky.
Which at this point, you wouldn’t put past him.
Sure enough, there it was on your screen. A message notification from ‘The Big Guy’. You smiled and despite your better judgement, you opened it in front of fifty or so quiet, focused students. After all, what could it possibly be other than maybe a little dirty response to what you’d whispered to him earlier?
When your joined chat opened at last, the noise you made wasn’t human. It caught in your throat and when a few of the kids looked up in confusion, you had to pass it off as a cough before they began to ask questions.
Questions like, why are you turning that shade of red? Or, why did you just make a noise like a dying swan?
All Might, that lovable, sweet, smiling number one hero, was leering at you from the back of the room- his grin absolutely filthy.
When you were satisfied that the kids were focused on their exams again, you stared at the picture he’d sent you, face flushing hot.
When the fuck had he even taken this?
The photo was taken from a very low angle, his expression in the background much like the one he was wearing right now as he watched you- except his cheeks were a little pinker. He was wearing his hero costume, reclining on what looked like the bed in his apartment with one hand gripping the headboard behind his head.
The picture of relaxation and innocence.
Except his outfit was splayed open and his cock was jutting out from it proudly. You could see the fucking precum beading on the head, all shiny in the low light and you were practically drooling over your phone when it buzzed again.
“Shit-” you hissed, jumping and almost dropping it. That would have been sensational. A picture of All Might’s cock sailing majestically across the floor for all the students to see.
You hurriedly scrolled down to read what he’d messaged you.
‘You looked a little flustered. Everything okay?’
The bastard had even attached a winking emoji to the end of the text and you were both pissed off that he’d gotten the better of you and impressed that he’d taken such a fucking great nude. Then had the courage to send it to you, whereas months ago he would have chickened out and complained about you seeing the scar across his side.
With embarrassingly shaky fingers you managed to type out a reply, not even able to stay mad.
‘Baby, no lie. You should wear every outfit like that’, you responded, chewing on your bottom lip in a vain attempt to keep the smile off your face. ‘Crime would drop to an all time fucking low’.
Carrying on your route again, you watched him from your peripheral as he innocently took his phone out to read your response, so nonchalant and cocky.
After a moment of reading, he barked a loud laugh that turned a few heads, before turning pink and muttering an apology to the students he’d just disturbed.
You nudged him playfully the next time you passed each other, winking at him and then feeling incredibly pleased with yourself when he grinned and shook his head- clearly enjoying the moment that had passed between you in full view of everyone.
But, despite the thrumming sexual tension that crackled between you both for the rest of the day, by the time you got home there was only half an hour in which to change into your hero outfits and stare longingly at each other before going your separate ways for the evening.
You were taking a fucking vacation this time next year and Nezu, the little sociopath, could pry your holiday hours from your cold, dead hands.
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“On your knees. Now.”
Caught by surprise, you spun around in what you had thought was the empty auditorium- only to come face to chest with your very tall, very haggard looking boyfriend.
“Huh?” you said stupidly, because the request wasn’t quite what you’d been expecting him to say. Not that you’d expected anyone at all to still be wandering around when the weekend and sweet, sweet freedom was calling.
It was Friday and the last exam of Hell Week had finished an hour ago- a moment you’d both been looking forward to since the first set of exams had started. In fact, the way the other teachers had all but sprinted past the kids on the way out- you guessed that you and Toshi weren’t the only ones who had been willing this week to end.
Toshinori had quickly figured out that he was not in for an easy work week as he’d first thought and the mounting pressure of grading papers, comforting stressed teenagers at all hours of the day and attempting to not have a breakdown had taken it’s toll.
Every night, you’d both crawled into bed at some ungodly hour after midnight, exhausted from grading and the ever persistent hero work that took up a good chunk of your evenings. On top of all that, you knew Toshinori was still sneaking off every lunch time to get in a training session with Midoriya- and not eating anything the entire time either.
You’d begun to sneak Midoriya lunches to share with his mentor just to make sure your boyfriend was at least getting something through the day and not neglecting himself as he always did.
Then, you’d been over compensating with dinner and as a result had even less time to do anything remotely relating to a relationship.
The only time the two of you had been close this week was when you woke up extra early for cuddles and even they couldn’t last long when the alarm would start to blare.
All that and the pent up sexual tension meant that when Toshi told you to get on your knees with that ravenous look in his eye, your panties were soaking in seconds. However, there was still a little, itty bitty part of you with some common sense left at least and you glanced around the room before giving him a pointed look.
“Babe, I know this week has been rough but is this really a good idea? What if someone comes?”
You heard it the moment it left your lips and when you looked at his expression it was full of barely repressed mirth, his shoulders already shaking. He could be so immature sometimes. You rolled your eyes, despite your own smile spreading on your face.
“Shut up, you know what I mean.”
“You think anyone, student or teacher is going to want to look at this room again before Monday? The only reason I’m still in it is because all I’ve been thinking about, all day, is you sucking my cock sweetheart. I don’t think I can wait until we get home,” he rumbled in that deep, sexy baritone that he brought out whenever he wanted something from you.
The one you found it impossible to say no to.
His fingers trailed over your cheek and he took the moment of weakness in your resolve to swoop down and kiss you hard.
You’d barely even had a moment to kiss this week and so the second his mouth was on yours, common sense was tied up and gagged. Horny you was now in charge and fuck, your boyfriend was looking fine today.
It took no more persuasion for you to drop to your knees in front of him and when you looked up at him, impossibly tall as he was, his cheeks were pink and his eyes dark. He probably thought it would have taken a lot more persuasion than that but what could you say?
Getting dicked down in the school was on your bucket list anyway and right now you imagined that it was hastily being added to his as well.
“If anyone catches us, I’m leaving the country,” you muttered, taking another cursory glance around. This position was incriminating enough should someone walk in- and you weren’t even doing anything yet. Imagine the scandal if someone caught you blowing All Might- paragon of virtue and strength- in the middle of your workplace.
It was almost enough to make you stand back up again and put a stop to the whole thing but then he went and palmed the very obvious erection that was straining against the front of his pants and all you could suddenly think about was licking him from top to bottom.
“I won’t let anyone catch us,” he said reassuringly. He pointed to his ear as though you’d forgotten about the whole, excellent hearing thing. You snorted.
“Toshi, no offence but when we’re in the middle of sex a bomb could go off under the bed and you wouldn’t hear it.”
He looked momentarily offended before his expression dropped into a sheepish smile, one big hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. He knew you were right. Once he got into the zone there was no stopping him. It was kind of sweet, how intense he became. Even if you weren’t playing a game and just having some nice, lazy vanilla sex, he would get all possessive and serious and pull you in close to gaze into your eyes like it was the end of the world-
You only realized you had spaced out when he spoke again and you snapped back to reality with a rising flush on your face.
“Heh, I guess you’re right. But I promise, I won’t let anyone sneak up on us. You can count on me,” he beamed down at you and that promise alone was enough to make you relax and nod your consent.
His tongue swept over his bottom lip as the air in the room suddenly shifted, turning electric and leaving you both buzzing with the knowledge that you were about to do something very naughty.
Finding out that Toshinori was as kinky as you had been a bit of a shock at first. You’d expected him to be a the kind of guy who was insanely careful with his strength and as a result, gentle in bed. The sort of man who would whisper sweet words of encouragement to you and treat you like a princess the whole time.
While there were times he did just that, imagine your surprise one night when he’d grabbed the back of your neck and told you to be a good girl and suck his dick. Ever since then, it had been one wild ride with you never quite knowing what he was going to do next.
Afterwards, he’d quite shyly admitted that he’d never been entirely comfortable with letting anyone see that side of him.
So he’d kept it hidden just in case.
You nuzzled your nose against the straining bulge at the front of his pants, whining for him. Toshinori quirked an eyebrow at you, petting your head lazily.
“Look at you,” he murmured, sounding undone already. “You’re always so eager for Daddy’s cock, huh?”
It was no secret that it ruined you when he said things like that. Sweet, lovable All Might had an absolutely filthy mouth in bed and it turned you on every time he brought it out. His thick fingers trailed down your cheek, while his other hand slipped his loose tie from his neck with a snap.
“You know, everything you do turns me on,” he mused, his head cocked to one side as he stared down at you. His voice was like butter and you felt your thighs quiver. “It’s almost as though you know what you’re doing. Do you enjoy it? Knowing that all you have to do is look at me and I’m hard as a rock in seconds?”
You nodded, a little too eagerly.
“What are you gonna do about it, Daddy?” you breathed, excitedly. Because you already knew what he was going to do. A muscle in his jaw ticked
This week had royally sucked and there was only one thing that was going to improve it. His mouth quirked at the corner despite the stern demeanour he was aiming for. That mouth had done some damn fine things to you in the past and you didn’t doubt that it would keep going in the future.
A pleasant feeling of wetness spread slowly but steadily between your legs.
Your lips parted, soft puffs of breath warming the front of his pants. His cock was so close and you wanted it, wanted to take him into your mouth and give him a front row seat to just how much you enjoyed sucking him off.
In public no less.
“Hang on, sweetheart,” he soothed, noticing how impatient you were.
Suddenly, the soft silken material of his tie was being wrapped around your throat and knotted. He twisted the other end and wound it around his fist, giving an experimental tug.
When it tightened ever so slightly, you moaned. It was nowhere near tight enough yet but you could already imagine it digging in and making you choke. Fuck, being choked- controlled like this shouldn’t have sent sparks dashing across every nerve ending- but it did and you tugged back to tighten it a little bit more.
“Better?” he asked and you nodded eagerly, dying to get on with things. The material around your throat was just tight enough to remind you who was in control here and you looked up at him through your eyelashes, pressing an open mouthed kiss against the outline of his cock.
He grunted, pleased.
“Okay, you know the rules sweetheart. Red if you want to stop. Yellow if you need a second to breathe. Green if everything is fine. What’s our safe word?”
“Toshi,” you breathed, exasperated but not overly so. “I know the safe word. We’re on a time limit here baby.”
“Humour me,” was his firm, no nonsense answer and he gave you a look that meant he wasn’t messing around. He wanted to be sure that you knew it.
You nodded. You were both experienced enough now that he didn’t really need to repeat the rules every time but it was sweet that he did anyway. Usually he would go above and beyond to make sure you were comfortable when you played like this and despite being on something of a time limit, now was no exception.
It was also just one of the many reasons that the whole ‘friends with benefits’ thing had never worked out between you two. He was just too damn good to you.
Any limits you had tried to impose between each other had quickly dissolved until you were both forced to admit that you wanted more than just sex. Not that you were complaining at all.
A quick, forceful tug on your makeshift leash brought you back to reality and you finally laughed, “Okay, okay! Watermelon.”
It only took a little guffaw on his part to trigger more of your own dumb laughter.
You both giggled to yourselves at the absurdity behind that word- a shared story of absolute shame, embarrassment and too much tequila that must never be told again. Why he’d insisted on it being your safe word you would never know but it was clear by now that you had trouble saying no to him.
He beamed down at you, all starry eyed and you were well aware that you expression mirrored his. Still smiling like a lovesick idiot, you nuzzled against him, nosing at the zipper of his slacks and making an impatient noise.
In a split second, his eyes darkened like he suddenly remembered where you both were.
Auditorium.
U.A.
A very big possibility of getting caught doing something incredibly naughty. You sobered, partly because of the thrill of danger thrumming through your veins. Partly because the number one hero was staring down at you, tie in hand and looking like he wanted nothing more than to eat you whole.
“So,” he rumbled, voice like thunder in the sky, sounding miles away from his usual cheery self and more like a teacher about to dish out some serious punishment. “Are you going to keep me waiting? I’m getting impatient sweetheart.”
No, you thought hazily, feeling your knees tremble and your clit throb in time with your racing heart. You would definitely have to do something about that. So you shook your head enthusiastically.
“Good girl,” he praised and you immediately felt a headrush, your fingers clenching tightly in the material of his slacks. “Now, take Daddy’s cock out for him,” he said and the words left no room for argument. Hah. Like you even would. Trailing your fingers across the front of his zipper, you were more than happy to do as he asked.
You undid the button with shaking fingers and then down came the zip, bit by bit until you could push both sides wide apart. Dipping your hand into his now open pants, you felt his gaze boring into the top of your head- intense and heated as he watched you do as he said. At last, you wrapped your hand around the thick shaft of his cock and tugged him out. He hissed softly as it met the cool air of the room.
All you could think was finally.
He was just centimetres away from your face, all thick and solid- the tip leaking beads of precum that drooled down to where your fingers were on him. You wanted to lick them up, taste him on your tongue but you didn’t dare move because he hadn’t told you to yet.
“Do you want something, sweetheart?” he asked and you felt sudden relief that this wasn’t about to go to waste.
“Can I lick you? Please,” you managed to say through heavy breaths and a groan caught in his chest. He wasn’t exactly immune to dirty talk and he’d admitted to you once that hearing you talk like that made him hard. Honestly, you didn’t think he could get any harder.
You could feel the thrum of his blood pumping, making his cock pulse in your hand.
He gripped himself at the base and you let go, albeit reluctantly, when he tugged on his tie. Moving himself forward a little, he rubbed the head across your lips and you desperately wanted to open up and take him in but you refrained.
“Mouth open. Tongue out,” he said, his voice strained and you obeyed.
Red flushed across your cheeks when his gaze trailed over your face and he groaned, fist tightening around the tie in his hand. He rested the head of his cock on your tongue for just a moment, watching the precum continue to bead out- sliding down into your mouth now instead of being wasted.
You made an impatient noise that, were you both at home with plenty of time, wouldn’t have gone unpunished- but time was of the essence here.
Sort of.
“Just admiring the view, princess,” he said after an agonizing moment of simply staying still. Wetness was spreading between your legs, warm and slick and the ache that accompanied it was intense. “You really do look amazing like that.”
Toshi pressed further into your mouth, revelling in the hot wet heat that welcomed him.
He was big and you had to relax your jaw a lot to take him inside but you were more than used to it- seeing as one of his favourite activities was watching you go down on him. He kept going until he was barely brushing the back of your throat and he gave himself a squeeze as though to keep himself in check.
He let go then and trailed his thumb down, across your bottom lip and chin before pulling away completely.
“Now suck me off,” he ordered, an edge of strain to his voice.
You did just that, eager to please him. The tie tightened again around your neck- probably involuntarily as you went to town- but it still spurred a strangled moan out of you that vibrated through his cock.
He grunted your name, his hips bucking. You could tell that he was restraining himself though, considering you hadn’t been thrown clean across the room.
You hollowed your cheeks and dragged upwards, using the flat of your tongue on the underside of him.
“That’s it sweetheart,” he moaned. “Just like that. You’re so good for Daddy. So hot,” he said mindlessly, a string of incoherent thoughts just spilling from his lips as he got lost in the pleasure of your mouth. You couldn’t help but feel a little proud that you could put him in this state just with a blowjob.
“You’re perfect baby,” he sighed, his head dropping back to enjoy the feeling of the hot, wet suction on his cock. You traced a line along the vein that protruded from the length of him with the point of your tongue and saw his thigh muscles twitch hard.
Your body sang in response. It had taken you so long to bring him out of his shell at the beginning of your relationship and now here he was- getting sucked off in the middle of an auditorium, singing your praises out loud for anyone to hear.
From convincing him that your age difference didn’t bother you in the slightest, to coaxing him into being a little rougher in bed, it had been a long road, getting him to open up about his likes and dislikes. Getting him to put his trust in you. Making him believe that you wouldn’t laugh, wouldn’t judge him, wouldn’t walk away because he had a kink you didn’t like.
But in the end, all of your kinks had actually aligned.
Choking, domination, praise-
The day you’d accidentally called him Daddy for the first time, though… Oh that had been something else.
You had been riding him on the living room floor, setting an almost punishing pace that would leave you both spent for the rest of the day. Somehow, you had convinced him to keep the curtains open- the thought of getting caught thrilling you down to the bone even though he’d looked intimidated at the implication.
Although he’d insisted that you be on top and had even smoothed down his hair to try and stay out of sight and that had made you giggle- the thought of the headlines the next day should you get caught.
Breaking News! All Might’s Dick Just As Big As We’d Expected! Lucky Woman Found Unconscious At Scene!
Your knees had been red and sore from the rug underneath you but you’d been so mindlessly set on coming that you’d barely noticed.
His fingers were digging hard into your hips and the moment you’d started bouncing in his lap, his sense of privacy had gone and he was into it- encouraging you to roll your hips, pressing your tits together to push his face between them and spurring you onwards with an absolutely filthy monologue.
You stood by the fact that it had not been your fault. Especially when he’d started with the whole, ‘you’re such a good girl’ shit. You had been close- so close and he’d been panting your praises and the damn words had slipped out without you meaning them to.
A broken, stilted sob of-
“Fu-uck yeah, harder Daddy!”
You’d continued for another three seconds- full porn star mode activated- until you’d realized what you’d just said and all movement had ceased. Apart from the slow raising of your head to look him in the eye, deer in headlights meets startled rabbit, neither of you made a motion to continue.
“Um… I- Sorry, it just slipped out,” you’d said sheepishly, body still thrumming from the thrill of saying it out loud and from the orgasm that had been tantalizingly close. He still hadn’t spoken, lips parted as though he wanted to try but was failing spectacularly. “It’s okay if you aren’t into it baby!” you had continued hastily. “If you want we can just forget about it-”
“No!” he’d said, finally finding his voice at long last. His hips had snapped upwards, rattling your brain and driving his cock inside again with a new, energized rhythm. “No, no, no… Don’t be embarrassed. I liked it,” he’d rumbled, burying his face against your neck, pressing hot, desperate kisses to your skin. “You can say it again if you want.”
Who the Hell were you to argue with All Might when he was asking you to do that?
After that, the age difference, the scars he bore, the kinks you both shared- it all felt much more open. There was a newfound easiness to your relationship. You felt like you could share anything with him and vice versa and because of that, you swiftly discovered that Toshinori was kinky as Hell.
And just as repressed.
He didn’t dare share those parts of himself before because if they were ever repeated to newspapers or reporters, he would face inevitable ridicule from the general public because he was put on such an untouchable pedestal. It had greatly upset you that because of who he was and what he put on the line every day, he wasn’t allowed to be himself even in private.
But he’d never trusted anyone, he told you then, the way he trusted you.
At the thought of him saying those words to you, you groaned, mouth full as you slid him inside as far as you could. His head snapped back up to stare at you, his lips parting and a throaty moan slipping out. You rolled back, bobbing your head in an easy rhythm and with each downwards stroke, you took him in further.
Drool made him slick and shiny and easy to take, but you still had to grip his thigh for support the further you went. Once again, the tie around your throat tightened. It was just tight enough now to start making itself known- start to be worrying but the mere feel of it was making your clit throb painfully between your legs.
You wanted more.
You wanted him to choke you with it.
Breathing through your nose now, you let your throat relax and finally took him in as far as you were physically capable. Your wish abruptly came true and the feeling of the head of his cock pressing down the back of your throat, coupled with the tightness of the tie, made you gag around him.
Toshinori swore, loudly, half in pleasure and half in concern.
But when he made to pull out of your mouth, the hand that had been gripping his thigh found his ass instead and you refused to let him go. You made a noise of protest and he stopped moving altogether, his stuttering hips trying desperately not to buck into you and make it any worse.
You had to make a conscious effort to ignore your gag reflex, dropping your head forward to take him in again- albeit a little more carefully than before. Just before he could hit the back of your throat, you slowed down to a crawl, working him in further without making your body panic.
The sensation wrenched a full body shiver from him, his breath heaving in his broad chest.
“That’s my girl,” he praised fervently, his cheeks hot and the muscles in his abdomen fluttering and twitching. “You’re the best little cocksucker ever, aren’t you darling?” You absolutely would have answered if your mouth wasn’t currently occupied. His words were turning you on, making you desperate for an orgasm but your hands were far too busy on him to think about touching yourself.
He would take care of you later, no doubt. So for now, you concentrated on bringing him to the edge.
Now, usually you weren’t one to blow your own horn but in this case, you would openly and quite proudly admit that you had a knack for getting him off. Especially with your mouth. You’d never given a blowjob with quite as much enthusiasm as you did when it was with him and it was like he knew that.
He was panting softly, his chest rising and falling above you and making the already straining buttons of his shirt even tauter as his muscles flexed.
Such was your enjoyment of his reactions that the fact that you kept choking on the tip of his cock was only a mild inconvenience. He tasted hot and salty on your tongue, precum mixing thickly with your saliva and escaping from the corner of your mouth.
He grit his teeth, a growl half mingled with a moan dragged from his throat at the sight.
He caught it halfway down your chin with a swipe of his thumb and then tugged on the tie around your neck. Reluctantly, you released him- silently proud of the slick, dark pink throbbing mess that you’d left him in. Your jaw ached, yeah, but it wasn’t unbearable and it quickly eased now that he wasn’t in your mouth any more.
You parted your lips in anticipation of his thumb- assuming he wasn’t going to let you waste anything.
“Uh-uh, lips closed sweetheart.”
You raised your eyebrows, amused at his hungry expression and did as he said. But not before biting your bottom lip, dragging your teeth over it to leave it redder than it had been. His shoulders dropped when he heaved a pleased, wanting sigh.
“Absolute tease,” he murmured fondly, before smearing the come and saliva across your closed lips to make them shiny.
Before he could move his hand away, your tongue darted out to catch him and he humoured you instead of giving you a warning tug on the tie. He pressed his thumb between your waiting lips- still sticky with precum and saliva and the groan that he released when you swirled your tongue around him was sinful.
A full body tremor ran from your toes to your fingertips and he noticed- because this was All Might and he noticed everything. His lips tugged upwards in a devastatingly attractive smirk- the kind you would see on a villain’s face in the heat of battle.
It was so unusual, but fuck did it look good on him.
Your palms flattened on his muscular thighs, sliding upwards and drinking in the warmth radiating from him under your fingertips. More than anything you wanted to pull his pants down further- feel his skin under your hand but he was calling the shots and you didn’t dare. There was also the fact that if anyone were to walk in they would get an eyeful off his bare ass and no-one was allowed that privilege but you.
He smoothed his fingers across your cheek, cupping your face in his massive hand and tilting your head up to look at him. Honestly, you must have looked like a disaster zone.
Cheeks red with arousal, practically panting, lips parted in anticipation.
That only seemed to turn him on more. His eyes flashed with lust and his tongue darted out and what you wouldn’t give right now to be able to read his mind. When he took his hand away to grip the base of his cock, you whined pathetically. You didn’t really know what you wanted though and right now you didn’t have the words to actually vocalize it either.
Did you need to come? Absolutely.
Did you also need to have his cock back in your mouth? Yes, with a capital Y.
Not to mention the tie was going a little slack and you were beginning to miss the tightness around your throat. A thought quickly crossed your mind that made you clench your thighs, shivering under the pulse of arousal that washed over you. You wanted his hand around your throat instead.
Toshinori cocked his head to the side, still stroking himself.
You tugged on his pinstripe slacks and then pitched forward to press an open mouthed kiss against the shaft of his cock- sloppily almost missing and kissing his fingers too. You were shaking, trembling with the sweet ache and you desperately needed something to take the edge off.
“Colour?” he asked, tugging you away gently by the tie.
“Yellow,” you breathed, clit throbbing with tension that you couldn’t do anything about and your body tightly thrumming.
He seemed genuinely surprised by your choice, though the silken material around your throat went slack almost immediately and he took a swift step away from you- giving you the space that you didn’t actually want. All you really wanted was an opportunity to talk openly.
“Are you alright?” he asked, concern lacing his tone as he took in your dishevelled state- as though he was seeing what he’d done to you clearly for the first time. “Is the tie too tight? Do you need some water or-”
You waved him off with your hand, trying to catch your breath long enough to actually speak. Your throat was dry sure, but not for the reason he was thinking. Goddamn this man and the things he did to you- whether he meant them or not.
“No- No Toshi,” you answered, breathlessly, chest heaving. “I’m fine, I just- Please, I want your hand instead of the tie.”
The only indication that he was surprised by the request was a quirk of his eyebrows.
“Oh,” he snorted softly, his cock bobbing back and forth with every movement he made. Your gaze zoned in on it, lips parting almost expectantly despite still being on a momentary time out. “You had me worried there for a second. I thought you weren’t enjoying yourself.”
“You know me better than that, Toshi,” you admonished, tugging at his slacks again. When he didn’t move, a pleading whine caught in your throat.
“M’ waiting sweetheart,” he sing-songed lightly and you shivered from head to toe as the game began again. The tie drew taught, almost too quickly as his excitement got the better of him. A strangled gasp cut off in the air as you looked up at him, wondering how he seemed so composed while you were basically reduced to pieces on the floor.
“Please, Daddy,” you pouted, impatient but still willing to give him what he wanted.
The words and the sight of you, basically begging on your knees, urged him into action and any further teasing he might have been considering was abandoned. You both needed to come, that much was clear and drawing it out any longer wasn’t helping either of you.
Long, powerful fingers curled around your throat and your pussy throbbed as though an electric current had passed between you both. Granted, from the way he was staring at you as he ducked down to reach you, it might as well have.
You were pliant and easily led, rising to your feet with the barest hint of a tug. You wrapped a hand over his wrist to steady yourself, thrilled when as usual, your fingers didn’t stand a chance of meeting around it.
He squeezed and your legs quivered, a tremble wracking your thighs.
His other hand had abandoned the tie now and instead swept up over your thigh as he walked you backwards. You hit the desk with a bump but Toshinori didn’t give you more than a second to get your bearings. He leaned past you and despite the mess you would have to clear up before you both went home, he swept one big arm across the surface of the desk to clear it for you.
Everything scattered in a wide arc but you were much too busy lifting yourself up to sit on the edge, your boyfriend’s fingers tightening ever so slightly around your neck. His hand was so damn big that his fingers actually met around the circumference and knowing that did little to quell the heat in your belly.
“Baby,” you muttered needily but Toshi was already sweeping forward to kiss you- all tongue and teeth and he really didn’t seem to care that you probably tasted of his own cock right now because the way his tongue pressed and licked at your own was almost obscene.
You were, officially, a disaster zone of a human being.
Toshi squeezed again and you broke away from his kiss with a choked moan of desperation. The week long drought had finally, finally broken you.
“Please,” you whined. “Please, please, please-”
He was already unbuttoning your jeans, thick fingers fumbling on the button and zipper until at last you batted his hand away and did it yourself, ignoring his chuckle at how eager you were. His cock jutted proudly from his open pants and his shirt had come untucked at some point that you couldn’t remember but it gave him a dishevelled, ‘just fucked’ look that was doing things to you.
Not that there was much more to be done.
The whole thing was reminding you of the picture he’d sent you two days ago and what you wouldn’t have given to have been there that time too.
He let go of your neck briefly to help you out of your jeans and panties, stripping you from the waist down.
A moment later and his hands went in two different directions.
One cupped between your legs, forcing them apart as he dipped his two middle fingers between the lips of your pussy. A breath caught in his chest. You had been soaking wet ever since he’d told you to get on your knees for fuck’s sake. The other hand, to your relief, went right back where you wanted it to be.
He pressed you backwards on the now empty desk until your back level with the surface and you were staring up at the ceiling. You were almost vibrating in anticipation, hitching your knees up to rest on his hips and locking your ankles at the small of his back.
Toshi hovered over you, all solid muscle and wolfish grin and you almost leaned up for a kiss before remembering that doing so would lead to you choking under his hand. You hadn’t had sex with him in this muscular form for a while now and sometimes you forgot just how fucking strong his grip was.
Instead, you rolled your lower body upwards to encourage him to move and in doing so, accidentally rubbed yourself on his fingers.
The sudden jolt of pressure against your clit went straight to your head and much to your utter shame, you mewled like a goddamn kitten. You made a fucking noise that sounded so pathetic it almost made you throw your hands up and put a stop to the whole thing.
He was staring at you, eyebrows raised and eyes wide.
“Not a word!” you warned, game forgotten for a moment- along with any urgency you might have had over being in public like this. “We are never, ever speaking of that again,” you muttered, face flushed with mortification when he opened his mouth to speak. “If I ever make a noise like that again, I want you to throw me into the sun- Oh fuck!”
Toshinori, was now beaming from ear to ear, smug that he’d drawn it out of you.
He very clearly disagreed with the verdict you’d given and once again, he dragged the pads of his thick fingers upwards to circle your clit lazily- and anything else that was about to come out of your mouth morphed into a pleased moan.
“Ah, ah, ah, kitten,” he said and you scowled at him despite the throbbing, delicious pleasure he was currently providing you. You supposed that the flush on your face and the little pants you were letting out did nothing to make you seem intimidating. “I think that that was one of my favourite noises ever. Think I can make you make it again?” he asked, nuzzling between your breasts and your hardened nipples tingled against the fabric of your bra.
“You’d better fucking not-” you tried to say.
But all of a sudden, Toshi’s hand tightened around your throat and you gasped as he loomed over you. His fingers began to move in tight, fast little circles- the kind he would use when he wanted you to come quickly and you could already feel the building tension in your thighs and stomach as he glanced between you both to see what he was doing.
He licked his lips and breathed out an appreciative sigh at the sight, squeezing your throat again.
“Listen to Daddy, kitten,” he repeated, all no nonsense because apparently the game had begun again and hooray for you because you were absolutely about to win. “Because that wasn’t a request. Now, what do we say?” he asked and then dipped his fingers low and inside you, making the words you’d managed to get out break in the middle.
“Yes! Y-es, Daddy!” you choked out, eyes watering as he fucked you with his fingers. God, the stretch was fantastic. He didn’t hold back either, keeping an almost punishing rhythm that had you gasping for air.
He curled them ever so slightly and you shuddered, hips jerking upwards in a desperate attempt to either get closer or relieve the pressure. You had no idea which because his hand was choking you tightly enough that the only real thoughts in your head were badly strung together swear words.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he hummed, pleased and for the second time today, he ran his tongue across his teeth and grinned at you. Even though most thoughts were being railed out of your head at an amazing speed, you did manage to notice that he was beginning to look a little desperate himself- despite the cool, calm demeanour he was presenting.
You clenched your muscles around his fingers experimentally and sure enough, his jaw tightened- smile gone and his eyes predatory.
“Since we’re in public, there isn’t enough time to do all the things I want to do to you… But we can make do, sweetheart, can’t we?” he asked and you nodded. You didn’t care what kind of marathon you were signing up to later as long as he kept going right now and did. Not. Stop.
Then his fingers were gone and the fat head of his cock was parting your pussy, bearing down to push inside you. You arched you back as you cried out and Toshi shushed you sweetly, although he kept the grip on your neck firm so that you wouldn’t move around too much.
Knowing that these hands could hit hard enough to level a city block only served to make you wetter than you already were and the pressure of his cock pushing into you was leaving you breathless. You made another pathetic noise- still stretching around him as he pressed on further.
“Colour, kitten?” he asked suddenly, eyeing your absolutely wrecked expression.
“Green! Green, baby please!” you bucked, trying to take him in faster. Toshinori snorted and held you firmly- despite your protest and plea for him to hurry things along. You might be well practiced in taking his cock, but that didn’t mean it didn’t require a good amount of preparation and it wasn’t something he was willing to just rush.
He didn’t care if someone walked in and you had to stop altogether. He refused to let you get hurt just because you were both too eager to do this safely.
On the other hand, you were holding onto his wrist for dear life with both hands, your fingers digging in and urging him to go faster.
Splaying his free hand wide across your belly, Toshi held you still and with a short sharp thrust he finally felt the head of his cock push inside you. You made a noise of extreme satisfaction and now it was just a matter of slowly inching himself in bit by bit. He did so, as slowly as he could stand until he felt like you were at your limit.
You were shaking, because if he didn’t move in the next three seconds you were going to move for him. Fuck the game at this point, he was teasing you to the point of absolute madness-
Toshi watched your face as he pulled out and thrust back in, easy and slow to begin with. Your reaction was instantaneous.
You cried out, hips rolling and one hand sliding up along his arm to grip what you could of his bicep. He smirked and did it again, loving the way your head pressed back against the wood and how fucking amazing his hand looked around your throat.
You were on a whole other goddamn planet right now.
Breathing was getting slightly difficult but not impossible and if you tapped his arm twice he would know to lighten up. You weren’t at your limit yet though and so you simply touched him where you could reach, needing the heat of his skin beneath your palms.
His hand tightened again as he groaned, loudly and sinfully- like this was the most religious experience he’d ever had. Your vision blurred for a moment and the pressure in your stomach was twisting, winding tighter and tighter until it was dangerously close to snapping.
Your whole body was lighting up, nerve endings firing and Toshi was now picking up the pace of his thrusts. He was still keeping them steady but his tempo increased, and the slick warmth between your legs was making your head spin. Or maybe it was the lack of oxygen-
Fuck, you needed to breathe.
You tapped his arm twice and his grip immediately lessened, eyes flashing towards your face in concern. But as you’d agreed on, he didn’t stop fucking you or remove his hand from your neck. That would have been three taps- and you were nowhere near fucked out enough for that yet.
You sucked in a full breath, glad for the oxygen.
“Okay baby?” he asked, leaning over you to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You nodded, finding the perfect opportunity to thread your fingers through the hair on the back of his head. Such were the perks of having an absurdly tall boyfriend. He could comfortably fuck you and lean over to kiss you at the same time.
He sighed into the kiss, hips snapping forward and you bit down on his bottom lip- before sucking it lightly. Toshi made a noise of pleasure but it was drowned out by your keening cry when he reached down to rub at your clit again.
“Tighter again?” he asked after a moment of letting you catch your breath and you nodded eagerly, mouth falling open as he applied the pressure in increments. Bit by bit he strengthened his grip and you watched, fascinated as the muscles in his arm flexed while he did.
He stopped moments before it became too much. The whole time he’d been carefully and precisely finding the sweet spot around your throat, he’d been keeping a steady pace between your thighs. He wasn’t bottoming out- having not really had the time or space to really prepare you for that absolutely magnum task.
So you both settled for shallower thrusts, keeping the pace quick as you raced to the edge.
Toshi was panting against your shoulder and your inner muscles were fluttering around him, almost there. So close it was killing you. If he slowed down right now, you were going to kill him. Thankfully, he seemed to be all out of fucks to give and he smirked when your nails dug into his wrist, baring his teeth and sinking them into your shoulder.
You bucked almost painfully hard, a choked, cut off cry of his name leaving your lips. He let go, laving the bite with his tongue thoughtfully, soothing the sting. The thumb of the hand that was around your throat was rubbing up and down your jawline, gently reminding you not to get too carried away.
But you were so close to coming right now that your attention was elsewhere- chasing the pleasure he was giving you with a one track mind. His whole upper body was covering yours now and the hand you had buried in his hair trailed down so you could hook your arm around his back.
Palm flat, you took a second to appreciate the roll of his muscles under his shirt.
He nuzzled you, forehead pressing against the side of your head and his mouth close to your ear so you could hear every shaky, barely held together inhale and exhale.
“So good, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl,” he said and you squeezed your knees into his sides to let him know that you appreciated his praise. A lot. If there was one way to get you to do anything it was to call you a good girl and Toshinori knew and exploited that fact all the damn time. “You want to come? Yeah?” he asked as if it wasn’t obvious from the absolute state of you underneath him.
He squeezed when you didn’t answer and you managed a pathetic-
“Yes please Daddy.”
-that was hoarse and pleading and fuck, please, please, please was all you could think. You needed to come. You had needed it all fucking week and that picture that he’d sent you had nearly stopped your heart on the spot. It was all you’d thought about for hours at a time.
He was all you’d thought about.
“I’m close too, kitten,” he huffed out, raising himself up on one forearm so he loomed over you again. “Tighter?” he asked again and you nodded as best you could, feeling his hips pick up speed even more. This was it. He choked you as tight as you could handle without tapping out and thrust forward at such an angle that he managed to brush against your clit at long last.
The result was instantaneous.
Your orgasm whited you out. It spread from your fingers to your toes and hit every nerve with a fucking baseball bat on the way down. If no-one knew what was going on in here before then they would definitely know now- considering you had just screamed Toshinori’s name loud enough to be heard across town.
Between your garbled sobs and pleading and moans of his name mixed with obscenities, Toshi was barely holding on to himself. The strong contraction of your muscles around his cock was suddenly too much and he lost the battle to see you through to the end of your orgasm.
He groaned, long and low when his balls tightened and he came- panting your name as his hips jerked repeatedly. You could feel the tremble in his muscles between your legs and the sweet, fulfilling sensation of him filling you up.
He wasn’t as deep as he would normally be though and the result was a mess, your mixed come dripping out around his cock and down your ass- pooling on the table below.
His forehead dropped to the wood beside you as you both slumped at the same time, utterly exhausted.
“How are you holding up princess? You alright?” he asked after a long moment of simply breathing in time to yours- noticing the way your eyes were shut and your breathing was still hard.
Opening your eyes at last, you smoothed your hand across the broad plane of his back, scratching your nails in a soft line between his shoulder blades. His whole body trembled again- both from little aftershocks and the fact that he was nearing his limit on holding this form.
“Alright?” you snorted. “Alright? Are you kidding me, Toshinori? I’m pretty sure that I’m not walking out of here. At least… not in a straight line.”
Your laughter was infectious and he joined in, the pair of you giggling like teenagers, exhausted and spent and covered in various fluids. You would have been content to lay there like that with him at home, keeping him inside you while you played with his hair and gave him massive heart eyes. But it was quickly dawning on the both of you that hanging around in the open like this any longer was definitely going to get you caught.
Toshi groaned when he pulled out of you and stood up straight, rubbing his back. He grumbled something under his breath about ‘getting old’ and you managed to lift your head to look at him- incredulous.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure old guys don’t fuck like you do baby,” you informed him smugly, absolutely loving the way his cheeks flushed as though he hadn’t been choking you and calling himself ‘daddy’ not five minutes before. This man was a study in fucking opposites sometimes and it only endeared him to you even more.
He groaned when he twisted from side to side and you took pity on him, despite not being able to move much yourself.
“Babe, why don’t you just change back now? You have to be exhausted.”
He shot you a grateful look and then did just that- a blast of air and smoke and there he was in all of his skinny glory- dwarfed in a suit that was now ten times too big for him. Considering that his pants were still splayed open at the top, gravity dictated that they almost immediately fall down to his ankles.
“Damn,” he huffed and glared down at them, unamused at both that and your resulting laughter.
“There’s no way I can bend down for those,” he said, face absolutely deadpan and despite the ache in your whole damn body, you were wracked with giggles as he stared forlornly at his pants. He glanced over at you, content to lay there for a moment longer while he worked out his dilemma. “Little help?”
“Oh, Daddy, there’s no hope of that. My legs are done. Anyone could walk in right now and I wouldn’t give a shit,” you explained, raising the only part of you that wasn’t all fucked out. You lifted your head and grinned at him- his expression amused and exasperated in equal measure. “Besides, I need to get my breath back.”
He laughed, short and sharp and finally found the energy to bend at the waist and pull his pants up. He had to tighten the belt as much as he possibly could to make them stay put, but eventually they complied and he wandered over to you- holding your panties and jeans in one hand.
He dangled them over your head and you managed a lazy grab, giggling again as he pulled them out of your reach.
Then his eyes flickered down to your throat and he frowned suddenly, reaching out to rub gently over the redness he’d left behind. You were still quite content to sag back against the desk, knowing that when you moved at last it would mean cleaning up the mess you had both made of the hall.
“Are you sure you’re okay? I know you like being choked sweetheart but I’m always worried that I overdo it,” he said, concerned as he always was after a particularly intense session. Your expression softened at the way he worried, feeling a wave of affection for him.
You really wouldn’t have him any other way. No one worried about you like he did.
You caught his hand in yours and brought it to your lips to kiss his palm.
“I loved it and I love you and I had a great time.”
His expression changed in an instant, a winning smile gracing his skinny features and you returned it without even thinking.
“Love you too sweetheart,” he responded softly and you gave his hand one last kiss before finally summoning the energy to stand at long last. Using the desk behind you for support, you tiredly shimmied back into your pants while your boyfriend went about gathering the papers that had been strewn around the floor.
It was only when you glanced at him after a moment, did it dawn on you what he was holding. What you’d almost been fucked on top of.
The exam papers.
The now messy, out of order, exam papers.
Hell Week had struck again and when Toshinori caught your eye, he immediately paused in what he was doing to look down at the papers in his hand too.
“Oh,” he said after a long, long moment of staring at them blankly. “Well fuck.”
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for some of the daiya boys, can u write hcs of them sharing the same bed w/ reader?
OMG YES !! i’m not sure which daiya boys you wanted so i’m just gonna list some random ones haha lmk if you want specific daiya boys (+ ones from other schools!)
warnings: none
sawamura eijun x reader, kominato haruichi x reader, furuya satoru x reader, kawakami norifumi x reader, kuramochi youichi x reader, yuki tetsuya x reader, kominato ryousuke x reader
bed buff
sawamura eijun:
will not stop FIDGETING
he’s so nervous that you and him are sharing the same bed
“DON’T WORRY Y/N, MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME”
he doesn’t know where to place his hands or how to lie down so his whole body is just straight as he stares at the ceiling
you laugh because his cheeks are so red and you’re like
“it’s fine, eijun”
he just doesn’t wanna hurt you
he wants to make you as comfortable as you can be
when you started to fall asleep you hugged his arm
he watches you as you fall asleep, daring not to move
he’s so happy that you’re using him as a pillow kind of
he eventually falls asleep with his arms around your torso
you wake up to him clinging onto you
kominato haruichi:
he’s also very nervous
“are you sure you’re okay with sharing the same bed, y/n?”
“i already told you yes, haru”
he shyly opens his arms for you to come in
and you gladly accept it as your bodies tangle up against each other
he loves that he’s hogging you
he will not let go
would whisper sweet nothings in your ear as you fall asleep
“you’re so cute” “i love being close to you” “i love you”
and would keep doing so until he falls asleep
in the morning his roommates would find you wrapped up by him
very cuddly haruichi
furuya satoru:
you thought haruichi was super cuddly
this guy gives no fucks
will literally force you to share the same bed as him and immediately lie down on your chest
his arms are around your ribs and he’s completely on top of you
and you’re like
“i need to drink water satoru”
and he’s like
“no don’t get up”
you run your fingers through his hair and he’s like
“pls stay for the night we can share the bed”
and it’s not like you hated the idea
so he snuggles into your chest more and falls asleep
and you’re like “oh satoru”
you kiss his forehead a couple times before falling asleep as well
kawakami norifumi:
it would be your idea
“nori, can i stay over tonight?”
he would be 100000% okay with it
when you hop into bed there’s still a space between you guys
you guys would have a deep talk
whether it be about your past, problems, random stuff
the conversation goes on and on
you both would start to yawn
he’d be like
“let’s go to sleep, y/n”
he would lazily wrap an arm around your waist and wait until you’ve fallen asleep
not as cuddly as the others but as long as you were there, he was immensely happy
“sleep well, y/n”
kuramochi youichi:
i think sharing the same bed is routine-ish for you both
you’d often watch a movie together or play games together in his dorm
and it would get so late so you’d stay the night
but this is how it typically goes
you guys would be versing each other in smash bro’s for hours
“HAHA YOUICHI I FINALLY BEAT YOU”
“shut up i let you WIN”
he would puff at his loss and yawn
“someone’s sleepy”
“mhm let’s go to bed now”
you go into his bed first facing away from him and then he cuddles you from behind
he leaves a few pecks on your neck before saying goodnight and both of you fall into a deep slumber
yuki tetsuya:
a gentleman
would insist you use the bed alone while he slept on the floor
but you’d be like
“don’t be silly tetsuya”
and you would force him until he obliged
yuki’s heart would be pacing so fast he doesn’t know what to do
you laugh at your clueless man
but he feels so safe with you. being the captain of the team he bears the burdens of everyone, but being so close to you makes him forget about all those things
he slowly calms down from his nervousness and strokes your cheek
your eyes would droop and he’d kiss your forehead, his hand staying on your cheek
would check the door from time to time so you guys wouldn’t get caught
just in case he pulls the blanket more over you
sleeping with you = best sleep ever
kominato ryousuke:
“if we get caught, it’s your fault”
isn’t opposed to the idea
he lends you his t shirt
would cuddle you under the covers
cuddles your head and softly massages your scalp
he would tease you
“someone’s enjoying a bit too much” “feels good? maybe i’ll stop”
but he doesn’t
because seeing you so vulnerable in his arms gives him the biggest soft spot
you bury your head in his chest. his heartbeat is so steady it’s like music in your ears
he knows you’re asleep once you start to snore
he chuckles and holds you tighter
“what am i gonna do with you”
and he falls asleep right after
#diamond no ace#daiya no ace#daiyadaily#sawamura eijun#kominato haruichi#kuramochi youichi#furuya satoru#kawakami norifumi#yuki tetsuya#kominato ryousuke#diamond no ace x reader#daiya x reader#i love him
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Alright alright alright alright it's tiiiiiiime. Always wanted to rank the super powers in KnB so now imma do that.
Disclaimer, this won't be about the characters themselves or their attributes, strictly just the skills. If I rank a players skill above another that doesn't necessarily mean I think X character is stronger than Y character or anything this is just signature skill. Also i have watched KnB at least 8 times, and the movie at least three times so if I mess up someone's ability roast me I deserve it.
Now enough nonsense let's do it
#8 Kagami's Super Jumps
Okay don't get me wrong dunking is the coolest move in basketball, but kagami had so many cooler areas of his game that turning him into a dunk beast by the end of the series really takes away his amazing style. Also he says he wants to fight in the air and midorima points out "it doesn't matter how high you jump I know where you're coming and what you're doing" like super hops are great and all but he should've used it for enhancing his other moves.
(Meteor Jam is sick as hell though, ngl)
#7 Aomine Daiki's Formless Shot
Okay, this ability is not bad. It's low mostly because Aomine doesn't use it/need it. He's shown to be so powerful that this is kinda just him fucking around to troll his opponents, which don't get me wrong style points are real, but this is for sure aomine's weakest ability
However it is sooooo deadly, it's powerful but Formless Shot vs. Forced Zone Activation? Yeah don't lie you know which one is way scarier.
#6 Murasakibara Perfect Defense.
Yeah that's right defense is fucking sick. You wish you could defend half as nice as murasakibara. This dude literally fought an uncrowned king, the phantom sixth man, and a runner up generation of miracles candidate on his own at the same time. And only lost to some invisible shots. He covers EVERYTHING!!! if you don't got that DEEP deep range you do not get to play. Do not pass go, do not collect $200, say hello to dikembe mutombo on your way to the bench.
#5 all the dojutsu, yeah that's right I'm naming all the eyes (Emperors, Eagle, Hawk, whatever Nash had) dojutsu. In fact I'm naming Emperors eye Byaku-Shar-Rinne-gan and you cannot stop me. And even though the eye tier list is easy to figure out, the ability to see the whole court is fantastic and any point guard with that level of awareness is deadly. The secondary abilities granted I count as skills not as baseline super powers, i.e. killer handles from akashi (which Kise uses), or seeing a perfect back tip steal opportunity with eagle eye so those aren't on the list. And I think each eye is strong enough to warrant putting them all together here
Now to break the established rule
#4 Kuroko's Phantom series AND God Passes
Yeah that's right, I'm putting techniques in a list I specifically made to not talk about techniques, bite me. Ignite series is top tier, misdirection and misdirection overflow are god tier (yeah so he can use it once, big deal, it's still god tier) and the phantom series are just too fun. If I had to pick one ability from kuroko though for this list purpose, his misdirection is his ability. Yeah it can't be spammed and without it he's nearly useless but ill take a player who can take charges and force opposing players into foul trouble over a ball hog any day.
#3 Midorima Shintaro - High Arcing Three
Okay here's the thing Midorima Shintaro High Arcing Three is a dumb name and I'm mad that I'm placing it this high up on the list but. Objectively. 3>2. So yeah, take your spot with pride green boy. Yeah that's right, I think it's a neat ability but I didn't think it should be this high up, until you sit down and realize yeah cool your sick ass hops and your full paint and midrange defense and your handles are all well and good. But you're getting two points while I get three from anywhere. And don't lie seeing that mid air catch and shoot was the absolute SICKEST thing ever. Akashi liked it so much he straight up STOLE it. Sure dunks are hype but that is the most SKILLFUL thing ever shown. Now to the toppest of top tiers.
#3 Aomine Daiki Forced Zone Activation
Golly Gee Willickers Dai-chan how come your mom let's you have two basketball superpowers. Okay I hate to say it Zone is cool but it sucks that it becomes pretty much required by the end of the series to stay relevant. That being said, Aomine can activate it whenever and that's insane. If Aomine continued training, you realize he'd be nearly if not entirely unstoppable except by arguably only one character in the series
Two if you think Akashi with his eyes could beat Aomine (yeah he beat Kagami's zone, but Akashi even considered Aomine the strongest at teiko, so if aomine stayed serious he'd be even more of an untouchable monster)
#2 Shogo Haizaki - Steal
Okay okay okay okay okay, yes. Technically I'm putting kise twice. Honestly steal is to copy what red eyes is to blue eyes in yugioh. Steal has so much POTENTIAL to be the strongest ability in the entire show. Being able to take the opponents moves away would cripple many players. If Haizaki trained hard he may have even discovered perfect Steal so he could stop the Generation of Miracles techniques, the only two who wouldn't have an issue would be aomine (because technically Formless shot can't really be stolen, he can just do a Formless shot from a different form and just yeah) and Kise (I think kise had more techniques in his toolbox, and that he was too scared to try those moves against haizaki because he was nervous at seeing Steal for the first time). Steal is busted but it has nothing against number one.
#1 Kise Ryota's Copy and PERFECT COPY
Copy is actually insane, while he can't shut down the ability to use a move like Haizaki, being able to do your move but better is probably just as good. Yeah you can use that dunk on me, and yeah you might know how to defend against your move, but im faster stronger and smarter than you. Kise literally just "I am Kakashi of the Sharingan I know 10000 jutsu" nah son I'm Kise Ryota of the musically gifted (love eagleburger) and I know all the basketball moves.
And PERFECT COPY, duuuuuude if you don't think perfect COPY is the best ability in KnB you're actually just not smart. When Kise with perfect copy was THE ACE on a team MADE OF ALL THE ACES, yeah you just straight up win with that ability. Also kise didn't even use it to its max ability, yeah he copies the generation of miracles but they say that he removes the limits of his normal copy so now he can copy anybody. Yeah it takes a huge toll on his body but kise could copy NBA players (likely for even less time than normal perfect copy) if he really wanted to. So yeah, Kise is dumb strong.
That's it, that's my list. Bye.
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The Game
Jungkook x Reader
One Shot
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Category: 💞🆘🔞
Warnings: injury, light smut, squirting, ended up kinda long, insecurities
Word Count: 7,277
AO3 Link
Summary: YN was a tough girl. Everyone knows that. Jungkook especially. More than once she’s more or less kicked his ass. Most people said that YN was the girl version of Jungkook. She didn’t like that so she would tell people who said that that he was the boy version of her. They were both the stars of the boys and girls soccer teams, both team captains, and they frequently practiced together. They were the best of the best and the best of friends. Everything changes when one of them gets injured.
“You’re slacking tonight, Jeon.” YN laughs as she dribbles around him with ease. The girls’ team has a game tomorrow and they always practice together before a game. Nothing too strenuous, it’s more of a fun tradition. The boys’ team won their game so naturally, Jungkook is a little out of it.
Jungkook sighs, “Sorry.” He starts trying to take the ball from her, but she can tell he’s not really trying.
“Okay,” YN stops and kicks the ball up to her hands, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing, I’m just tired.” He falls onto the grass and sprawls out.
YN sits down next to him, “Come on, you’re telling me the game today still has you tired.” She jokes. He worked hard and kicked ass. He scored most of the goals today and didn’t have much time off the field. “Come on.” She hops up and reaches for his hands, he groans, “I’ll buy you dinner for the win today.”
He quickly sits up, suddenly full of energy, “Really?” He says with bright eyes.
She rolls her eyes and pushes him back down into the grass. “Hurry up.” She says as she walks towards her car.
“Bitch,” he says as he gets up. He rushes after her and pushes her. He doesn’t think it’s any harder than he usually does but when she falls to the ground and lets out a cry of pain, he instantly regrets it. “Oh shit, oh shit. YN I’m so sorry.” He crouches beside her and rolls her onto her back to inspect the damage… that is until she starts laughing hysterically. “Are you fucking serious? That’s not funny, YN. I was worried.” He yells. He thought he injured his extremely competitive best friend before a game. She probably would castrate him if that happened.
She continues to laugh, “Sorry. I was feeling dramatic.” She says, dusting the grass off of her. “Come on, let’s get dinner.”
Jungkook pouts the whole way to the Chinese buffet (the best choice for taking Jungkook to dinner so he doesn’t break the bank and can eat all he wants). Once they get some food, he forgets why he was pouting in the first place. He gets at least one of almost everything and scarfs it down. “So, you gonna win tomorrow?” He asks cheekily.
“I always win,” YN says with her mouth full of fried rice. Jungkook always wonders why she’s single until he sees her eat. Granted, people probably think the same about him.
“I distinctly remember you losing like almost every bet we’ve ever made.” He smirks.
Ah, he wants to make a bet. “What do you want, Jeon? Just spit it out.”
“A bet.” He says coyly, “On the game.”
“What you think we’re gonna lose?” She asks with disbelief in her voice. Jungkook has never doubted her abilities before. He's always been her number one supporter.
He rolls his eyes, “No. I just bet you won't make as many goals as I did today.” He sips his drink smugly.
She rolls her eyes. “How many did you make? Like three?”
“I made eight, thank you. In a ten to eight-point game. That’s pretty impressive!” He corrects.
“Ball hog,” she says under her breath. YN chuckles at his offended face and waves him off, “I can make eight goals. What does the winner get?”
“Loser has to do whatever the winner asks.” He smirks, “Winner gets five requests,” He holds out his hand with his fingers splayed, “If the winner calls bet then the loser can't not do it.”
“’ Can't not do it,’ beautiful English you got there, Jeon.” YN chuckles, “I’m in.” Eight goals are nothing. She can make more than eight. Jeon Jungkook will be her slave.
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The next day at the game YN has made half of the goals she needs by half-time. They’re up six to five. She doesn’t want to steal all the goals from her team members. They know about the bet, but she still isn’t a ball hog.
Jungkook is in the stands cheering her on. As much as he wants to win the bet, he stills wants them to win. The other team is brutal. They’ve already had three yellow cards and one red card already called on them, those were just the penalties that were called. Jungkook has seen unnecessary roughness from one girl on the other team at least three times and she hasn’t been penalized for any of them.
After half-time Jungkook has a weird feeling.
“Why do you look so worried, Kook?” Jimin asks nudging his shoulder. “Scared YN’s gonna win your little bet and make you her slave?” He jokes.
YN scores another goal and the crowd cheers, “I wonder what she’s gonna make him do.” Taehyung smirks as he leans back in his spot.
“Bet she makes him run around naked.” Jimin jeers.
“What are your plans for her?” Taehyung asks with a tilt of his head.
Jungkook swallows, “Well…” Jungkook turns pink.
“Oh shit!” Jimin exclaims.
“You want to ask her out, don’t you!” Taehyung yells.
Jungkook hides his face, “Yes, please stop.”
“Oh my god!”
“Finally.”
The crowd gasps then silence stretches across the field. Jungkook jerks his head toward the field. He searches the field for YN. He can't find her. Where is she? He sees the paramedics running onto the field. No, they can't be for her. He thinks. But then he finds her. She's laid out on the field holding her leg.
Jungkook looks to his friends and only finds worried faces. He shakes his head, “She’s faking it.” He whispers. Just like last night. She’s fine. It’s just a show so they call a penalty. The paramedics turn her over onto her back and try to straighten out her leg and a blood-curdling scream echoes off the bleachers. It’s her knee. He can see its contorted wrong.
His legs are moving before he can think. He has to go to her. It’s like instinct. He jumps down from the bleachers and rushes to her on the field. People try to hold him back, but he can't see them, can't hear them, can't feel them. He just needs to get to YN.
He falls down beside her and takes his hand, “YN.” Her name comes out as a whisper.
She’s crying. He’s never seen her cry. He wasn’t sure she had tear ducts. “Kookie,” she cries and squeezes his hand.
She never calls him Kookie. He grasps her hand with his other as well and kisses her fingers, “I’m right here. You’re gonna be okay. I won’t leave you.”
“Sir, you can't-” One of the paramedics starts.
YN cuts him off, “Please, please. He’s all I have. Please don’t make him leave. I-I need him.” She begs desperately.
He never thought she thought of him like that. She hasn’t spoken to her parents in years and they’ve been friends since they met at a soccer camp in high school. They’re best friends and he knew that but, all she has? That’s saying a lot. It’s probably just her pain talking, she panicking, that’s it.
They let Jungkook ride in the ambulance to the hospital. Jimin and Taehyung drive behind the ambulance. They make Jungkook wait in the waiting room. He bounces his leg anxiously. Jimin and Taehyung don’t speak, they know to leave him alone right now.
After about thirty minutes, YN comes out on crutches with a clunky metal knee brace with a weak smile on her face, with a doctor behind her. They immediately rush over to them. “Lucky girl this one. She only dislocated her knee. No torn ligaments or damage to the cartilage or bones. She won't be able to play for a while and she’ll be on crutches for about six weeks. The outcome could have been much worse.” The doctor explains. All three boys sigh in relief. “Please make sure she doesn’t try to do anything strenuous. I’ve prescribed her pain meds and something for the swelling. I know girls like her aren’t ones to follow doctors order so, if you’d please make her, that would be great and in her best interest.” He walks away.
They all look at YN expectantly, she smiles shyly, “Anyone know if we won?”
Of course, that’s what she wants to know. Jungkook lets out a breath and looks down. He envelops YN in a hug, “You’re such an idiot.” His voice is strained from trying to hold back tears.
“Jeon, calm down. I’m fine.” She says feigning disgust. When he holds her tighter, she realizes he is genuinely upset. She leans into him more. “Come on, Kookie, take me home.” He continues to hold her. “I could hug you back if I wasn’t you know, on crutches. That can be accomplished at my apartment.”
He pulls away, “You need to elevate your leg.” He wipes his eyes and puts his hand on her back to guide her out. “What do you want to eat? Anything. We can get takeout or pizza, hell I’ll go all the way to Red Lobster to get cheddar biscuits and O’Charley’s to get rolls if that’s what you want.”
YN just smiles at him, “You’re sweet, Kookie. I think I just kinda want to lay down.” She says as she settles into the back seat of the car. They help her raise her leg up on the seats.
Jungkook sits in the back with her and gently pulls her leg into his lap. “You need to eat. Your meds will mess up your stomach if you take them without food.” He scolds.
YN sighs, “Fine, pizza I guess.” She crosses her arms.
Jungkook knows she doesn’t like being fussed over or treated like she’s helpless, but she can't walk so he can treat her as helplessly as he’d like. “Fine. You guys gonna stay or head out?” he asks the other two.
“I think we’re gonna head to the after-party,” Taehyung says.
Jimin turns back to look at them from the passenger seat with a smile, “Hwasa, scored the winning goal, then decked the girl that tackled you in the face after she heard her talking shit in the locker rooms.”
YN shakes her head. “She didn’t get in trouble did she?”
“Nah, you know Hwasa, she scares people too much for them to retaliate.” Jimin chuckles.
YN smiles but then sadly looks out the window. They all help her into her apartment and get her settled. As Jimin and Taehyung say their goodbyes YN speaks up again, “Jeon, you don’t have to stay. Go party with everyone. I’ll be fine.”
So they’re back to Jeon. Jungkook turns and squints at her, “Yeah, because you’ll actually follow the doctor’s orders without being watched.”
“I am an adult, Jeon.” She huffs.
“I’m staying. We’re gonna watch Disney movies and eat pizza and have our own party.” He replies sternly.
Jimin and Taehyung snicker as the exit. “Have fun you two,” Taehyung says.
“Don’t be too rough, Kook, she’s injured,” Jimin says. They run away before they can experience Jungkook’s wrath.
Jungkook rolls his eyes, “I hate them.” He looks back at YN who is laying on the couch with her leg propped up on pillows. She looks irritated, “What do you want to watch, baby?” Jungkook teases, knowing it will rile her up.
“I’m not a baby. Don’t think I won't kick your ass. I have a bum leg, but my fists work just fine.” She threatens.
“Yeah, that doesn’t help if you can't reach me.” He stays out of her range and chuckles.
“I hate you.” She crosses her arms and pouts.
Jungkook thinks she looks adorable. He walks over to her and squats in front of her, “I’m glad you’re okay.” He looks down at the couch cushion, “The way you screamed… I didn’t know what to think.”
“I’m fine. It scared me. It hurt and I didn’t know what was wrong. I just freaked out.” She replies. Jungkook looks up and she’s scowling like she wants to look tough but she's not looking at him. “I guess you won though.”
“What?” He asks.
“The bet.” She mumbles.
“I don’t care about that.” Jungkook shakes his head, “You got hurt, that’s hardly fair.”
“No, no, you won. Fair and square.” She looks at him now, “You have 5 requests, use them wisely.” She smirks.
Jungkook has no intention of making those requests now. The buzzer for her apartment buzzes and he goes to get the pizza. He grabs plates and gives her one and two slices of pizza. He turns on The Little Mermaid, knowing it’s her favorite. Jungkook settles on the other end of the couch by her feet. They eat in silence.
Jungkook hears her sniffles about halfway through the movie. “Hey,” he says as he moves to squat by her face. “It’s okay.”
“I-I can't play.” She sobs. “I can't play and I can't walk. I can't do anything.” She covers her face.
“Hey, baby, stop.” He gently removes her hands and cups her face, “It’s only temporary. I’ll take care of you until you’re better.” He means it. He would probably do anything for her. He knows she’ll hate it but he’ll do it anyway.
She sniffles, “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He smiles.
She sniffles and nods, “Okay.” She averts her eyes from his, “Wi-will you stay with me?”
He smiles softly. “Of course.”
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Jungkook loved the idea of cuddling with YN. He was not aware that it would be so weird and uncomfortable as it was though. Her brace was in the way and they couldn’t get comfortable. When YN found a position that was comfortable for her, he gave in and pretended he was okay with it. He wasn’t. Her brace was stabbing him in the thigh, but he wasn’t going to complain about it. As long as YN was good, he would tough it out.
When Jungkook woke up YN was not in the bed. Of course, his first reaction was to panic. He bolted out of the bed and frantically ran out of the room to find YN lounging on the couch with a bowl of cereal. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Because you sleep like the dead, Jeon.” She huffed, “You think I got out of bed quietly and gracefully? No! I actually fell on top of you and you didn’t even move.”
Jungkook’s eyes go wide, “I’m so sorry.”
She smirks at him, “I’m fucking with you. You just looked really cute when you were sleeping. I figured you needed it.” She takes a bite of her cereal.
Did she call him cute? She must have hurt more than her leg. Jungkook walks over to her and squints at her suspiciously, “How did you manage to get the cereal to the couch?”
She pauses mid-chew as she looks up at Jungkook innocently. He raises an eyebrow inquisitively. She swallows, “I may have very carefully limped-”
“You walked on it!” He shouts.
She visibly shrinks at his outburst, “Well I wanted to eat cereal on the couch.”
Jungkook takes a breath to calm himself, “You should have woken me up.”
“If it helps I haven’t moved since.” She smiles like she’s a good girl.
He glares at her, guess he’s going to have to. “Request number 1-” She eyes go wide at his words. “I don’t want you walking on your injured leg until you are cleared by the doctor to do so.”
Her eyebrows knit together, “You’re really going to waste a request on that?”
“Yes.” He says in all seriousness. If necessary, he would use all his requests to keep her from doing something stupid and fucking up her knee even more than it already was.
She huffs, “Too bad I didn’t win. I could have made you my slave.” She grumbles.
He raises an eyebrow. Maybe he can still get what he wants out of this. “Request number 2-” she groans, “I want to stay here while you recover to make sure you listen.”
Her reaction was unexpected. “Okay.” Was all she said. Jungkook leaned back and squinted at her suspiciously. “What it’s not like you don’t practically live here already.”
“What? I do not!”
“You’re literally here like three nights a week. You have a toothbrush here and spare clothes.”
“That’s just because you do my laundry when I leave my clothes here.” That was a lie. He had started “accidentally” leaving his sports bag with his spare clothes there and asking her to wash his clothes a few months after she moved in. Then he “conveniently” got a new bag but still managed to leave clothes in the bathroom when he would stay over. She does happen to wash them though, but that’s because she’s a stress cleaner and cleans her house spotless before pretty much every game, test, job interview, etc. He didn’t think he stayed that often though… he does before they have games because the cuddles help them sleep and feel less anxious… Jungkook might also be in love with her and finds any excuse to see her… but whatever.
“Whatever.” She holds out her bowl, “Go put my bowl away, slave.”
Jungkook glares at her, “I am not your slave.”
She smirks, “Fine, fine, maid.” His lip twitches, “Butler? I can call you Alfred like from Batman.” She giggles.
A lovely thought comes to mind. Her smirk slowly fades as his grows. “Why don’t you call me Master.”
She scoffs, “Yeah, fuck you.”
A shit-eating grin curls on his lips, “Fine then, request number three, you will address me as Master.” This could potentially turn out to be a problem for him, but he thinks the humiliation she will face when he makes her call him that in public will be even more fun.
She gapes at him, “You really just wasted three requests in the span of like five minutes.”
He shrugs. He will keep the other two requests saved for later. “Just because you are injured doesn’t mean I can't have my fun with you.” He doesn’t really mean it to sound the way it does.
She blinks at him. “And what happens if I decide fuck you and don’t listen to you and I walk or don’t call you Master.”
Jungkook tilts his head in thought, “Well I just won't respond if you don’t call me Master when I want you to.” He fixes her with a stern look, “Now if you walk on your leg, I will have to punish you.”
YN swallows. Is it suddenly hot in here? She places her bowl on the table and crosses her arms and pouts cutely, “Fine.”
Jungkook notices how pink her cheeks have become, and he loves it. “Now,” he leans over her, “What was it you wanted me to do?”
She looks at him innocently, “Will you please take my bowl, Master?” She says in the cutest baby voice he’s ever heard. Then she kicks him in the chest with her good leg causing him to fall to the floor and grunt. “You’re such a dick, Jeon.”
In reality, he should have seen that coming. YN was not a sweet, meek little girl, but oh how much fun it would be to make her one. He doesn’t miss the pretty red blush on her cheeks. He knows she can be like that now. “Too bad you’re injured, or I would totally kick your ass right now.”
“Sure, you would, Master.” She chuckles.
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Taking care of YN turned out to be pretty fun for Jungkook. Although he should have known she would play dirty. The day he made his requests, YN said she needed help showering. YN knows she has a hot body and while she hangs around Jungkook in a sports bra and short shorts most of the time, he has never seen her naked. And if he's being completely honest he does… glance (read: stares) at her when she’s dressed like that. He still hasn’t seen her naked, let’s clear that up. She is a tease and she knows it. She knows Jungkook wants a peek. She “needed” his help but was not going to reveal herself to him. All he got to see was her beautifully perky ass, but nothing else. He also got to see her silhouette while she showered because she was “scared she might fall.” Although, that was enough for him to jerk off in the shower later that night.
Jungkook got her back though. Oh, it was a glorious moment when he made her call him Master in front of Jimin and Taehyung. He took her phone from her just to make her ask for it back. She got mad and tried to chase him on her crutches, which in itself was pretty funny. Then he raised a challenging eyebrow and she was going to let him just keep the phone. Lucky for Jungkook, her coach called, and she needed to answer. She gave in and turned a lovely shade of red. Jimin and Taehyung lost it and have been messing with her about it ever since.
It wasn’t always fun and games though. YN would come home and cry after every practice because all she could do was watch. After games, it was much worse. They were on their way to the finals and she couldn’t play. She started doing tricep dips and situps just so she didn’t feel like she did nothing the whole time. As much as Jungkook liked her cuddling with him, he hated seeing her cry more. He tried to be as sweet and encouraging as possible in those moments.
Today they were on their way to the doctor to see what the next steps were. The doctor examined her knee, bent it, moved it around. “Have you been staying off it?”
“Yep.” She responds.
He then turns to Jungkook, “Has she?”
Jungkook chuckles as YN’s face drops, “Yeah she has. I made sure of it.” He smirks at her which causes her face to turn red.
“Good. It looks good. There is still some swelling. Are you in any pain?” He raises an eyebrow.
“Not usually.” She responds honestly.
He stares at her for a moment. “I will release you from your crutches.” A huge smile spreads across her face, “BUT!” The doctor points at her, “You have to keep the brace on, only light activities, if you start hurting, then you need to get off of it. You don’t have to sleep in the brace.” He scribbles on a piece of paper, “I want you at physical therapy here twice a week, you can make appointments at the desk. Be back here in three weeks and if you’ve improved and have no more pain, I will release you to play.” He hands her a note for her coach.
YN was glad to be off crutches but still sad she couldn’t play. Jungkook tries to cheer her up, “He at least we can cuddle more comfortably now.”
She gives him a confused look, “Were they not comfortable before?”
Jungkook rubs the back of his neck, “Well, your brace always stabbed me in the thigh.”
She looks upset, “I was hurting you? Why didn’t you say anything?” She asks as she settles into the car.
He shrugs, “You were comfortable, so it was fine.” He smiles at her.
She gives him a strange look. “Thank you, Kookie.” She looks out the window as he drives her back home.
Once they get home and settle on the couch she gets shy, “You don’t have to stay with me anymore if you don’t want to.”
Jungkook gives her a confused look, “I said I was staying until you recovered. You haven’t.”
“You said you’d stay to make sure I listened and stayed off it. I’m not on crutches anymore, I’m allowed to walk, there’s no need-”
“I’m staying until you’ve fully recovered.” He says a little more harshly than he wanted. He just didn’t want her to make him leave. “I want to take care of you, baby.” He says softly.
She looks confused. “Wh-why do you have to say things like that?” She turns pink and avoids his gaze.
Another thing he must say he likes about these past few weeks is that he’s learned how shy YN can be she’s so damn cute when she blushes. He never would have seen this side of her had she not been injured. He can't help himself, “Because Master loves to see his baby in pink.”
He can feel the heat radiating off her as her cheeks turn red. “You’re so weird.” She tries to sound disgruntled but sounds more petulant than anything. Like a little girl. A cute bratty little girl.
He leans closer to her, “You like it.” He smirks then pulls away. “I want fried chicken.” He says as he pulls out his phone to order food. He can’t tease her too much or he’ll work himself up and she’s not up for that…yet.
She stares at him for a moment, “Kookie…” She says his name quietly. He grunts in response but doesn’t look at her. She leans her body into his, “This whole master thing isn’t just funny to you is it?”
He freezes but tries to play it off with a laugh, “It’s pretty fucking funny, YN. You’re pretty easy to embarrass. Had I known this would do the trick I’d have thought of this a long time ago.” He tries very hard to ignore the fact that she’s rubbing her chest on his arm. She’s so close…
“So… it’s not a kink then?” A hand makes its way to his thigh.
Fuck. He looks down at her. Her eyes look different. They look bigger and full of curiosity. “Why does that matter?”
She looks at him, unwavering, “Do you want me, Jungkook?” She asks with a lilt to her voice he’s never heard.
He leans in close to her, their noses millimeters apart, “Even if I did, you couldn’t handle it.” He brings a hand to her cheek, “I will say I quite like seeing you so…” he smirks, “submissive.”
She quickly leans away and laughs, “Wow, Jeon, you’re such a freak. You’ve just been using me to feed into your kinks this whole time. I feel used.”
There’s something in her voice, that doesn’t convince Jungkook. He lets it go for now. “Yeah well, it’s fun.” He looks back at his phone and orders food. They eat and watch a movie normally.
“I’m gonna go shower.” She says as she stands up and stretches when the movie ends. Jungkook doesn’t miss the way her top rides up.
“Have fun.” He says nonchalantly. She gives him a confused look, probably because he has been sitting in the bathroom with her while she showered for the past few weeks. When she doesn’t move he glances up and her then back down to his phone, “The shower is down the hall, idiot.”
She bites her lip then goes to shower. Minutes later, Jungkook hears a crash. He jumps up from his seat and bounds to the bathroom, “YN!” he exclaims as he opens the door. He finds her wrapped in a towel, a fucking small one he might add, sitting on the toilet lid.
She smiles awkwardly, “Sorry, I accidentally knocked the bottles in.”
He notices the shampoo and body wash that had fallen in the tub. He looks back at her and realizes she had been shaving. He swallows and avoids thinking about other places she might shave. He takes a breath and goes to grab the bottle from the tub. “Be more careful next time.” He says as he hands it to her. She has a razor in one hand and the other hand is holding the towel closed.
“Thanks,” She reaches out with the hand that was on the towel.
The universe is cruel because the towel doesn’t budge. He pulls the bottle out of her reach, “Try again.”
She sits up a little straighter, Jungkook notices the way the part that’s tucked in pulls out a little. “Thank you, Master.” She says in that sweet voice she does.
Fuck, Jungkook has to resist the urge fuck that pretty little mouth of hers. He hands it to her and walks (read: runs) out of the bathroom. He closes his eyes and takes a breath as he leans against the closed door. Fuck her, the little tease. He thinks she’s starting to enjoy this too. And what is that towel made of? Magic titty hugging fabric and no-peeking thread?
“Kookie!” She calls from the bathroom, “Can you get me a Band-Aid?”
Oh fuck, he has to go back in there. “Yeah,” he responds and goes to grab the Band-Aids. He takes a breath before entering. When he opens the door, to find her in the same spot but now she’s leaned over holding toilet paper to the shin of her bad leg. That damn towel is still holding up perfectly well. Jungkook is struggling to contain his desires. He goes over to her and squats in front of her.
“What are you doing?” She asks hesitantly.
He doesn’t reply. He just gently takes her calf in one hand and removes the toilet paper with the other. It’s not just a simple nick, she actually cut herself. It’s not deep but it’s bleeding a lot. He puts the toilet paper back on and applies some pressure to help stop the bleeding. He looks up at her, “Clumsy,”
“I was distracted.” She blushes.
At least she didn’t do it on purpose. “You should be more careful.” What could have her distracted though? Him maybe? It would be nice to know he was affecting her just as much as she was affecting him.
She swallows, “Y-you don’t have to stay,”
He hums in response and lets his gaze wander up her leg. “Are you shaving for your PT tomorrow?”
She shrugs, “They’ll be touching my legs so… yeah.”
He squints at her, “I’m sure they deal with hairy people all the time. You trying to look cute for them? Are you hoping for a hot physical therapist?”
She raises an eyebrow, “What if I am?”
A pang of jealousy hits him, “Well,” he begins to rub circles into her calf with his thumb, “Are you making sure all of you is shaved for them?”
Her breath hitches, “Maybe…” she says quietly.
Jungkook’s jaw clenches. He wants to see so bad. His eyes flicker to the apex of her thighs, but she’s covered by the towel and her legs are crossed. He knows she’s teasing him, but he’s so fucking jealous. He doesn’t even know what kind of person her physical therapist might be, they could be completely not her type. Fuck, she’s only saying this to rile him up.
He checks her cut and the bleeding has stopped. He removes the tissue and grabs a Band-Aid and places it on. “I’ll leave you to it then.” He stands, “I want some banana milk. Want anything from the store?” He has to get out of here. Fuck, his dick is getting hard.
He rushes out of the room when she shakes her head no. He runs to his car and practically rips his pants off to pull out his dick. He doesn’t even care that he’s in a parking lot. He quickly jerks himself off. Fuck YN and her sexy legs. They’re so perfectly toned and tanned from playing soccer. They would feel so good wrapped around his head as he eats her beautiful pussy out or around his waist as he pounds into her. Fuck. He cums quickly into his hand. When he comes down from his high, he looks around. Thankfully no one is in sight. He quickly cleans himself up and goes back inside.
YN is now lounging on the couch… you know just chilling in a sports bra and spandex because that’s normal. It’s totally normal but not when Jungkook literally just came in his fucking car. “Where’s your banana milk?” She asks with a smirk like she knows what Jungkook just did.
“They didn’t have any.” He explains coolly.
“What’s on your shirt?” She asks nodding in her direction.
Jungkook’s eyes go wide and he looks down. Fuck, he’s an idiot. “Um… nothing just a stain.” He explains less coolly.
She smirks, “Looks like cum.”
Fuck her and her perceptive eye, “It’s not.” He goes to sit next to her on the couch.
“So you weren’t jerking off in your car?” She asks.
He really hates her, “Why would I?” he snorts.
She leans into him, “I don’t know. Maybe because you really wanted to see me naked. Or because you were so close to seeing my pussy but weren’t quite able to.”
Brat. He wants to take her over his knee and spank her until her ass is fucking purple then fuck her sassy mouth until she can’t speak. He looks down at her, “And why would I want that?” He asks flatly.
Her face falls into a pout, “Oh, no reason.” She fake laughs. “I’m just fucking with you.” She moves away from him. “I’m tired, I think I’ll head to bed.” She hobbies quickly to her room.
Jungkook guesses that his interest is mutual, judging by her reaction to what she assumed to be rejection. She was being a brat so she needed to be put in her place. He better not stay away too long or she might cry. He gets up to go to bed as well. He smirks as he takes off his shirt and pants so he just in his tight boxer briefs. Two can play at this game.
He walks in to find her turned away from him. Such a baby. He drops his clothes on the floor and makes his way to the bed to climb in behind her. “You know, if you wanted to be a tease you really should have expected to be treated like a little brat.” He whispers in her ear as he curls up behind her. He can feel the shiver that runs down her body. “I never knew you were such a softy, baby.” He kisses her ear and pulls her body against his.
“I-I’m not soft.” She stutters.
“No?” he lets his hand wander up to her breasts, “Then why did you look so sad? Did you think I was rejecting you?”
She scoffs, “I-I wasn’t. It-it was all part of the game.”
“Game? I didn’t know we were playing.” He pinches her nipple and she jolts. “Is that what you want, baby? You want to play?”
“Kook-"
“Who?” He snaps.
She swallows, “Master, is-is this- are you serious?”
He moves so he can turn her to face him, “Is that what you want?” honestly he doesn’t know if he could deal with rejection right now, but consent is of utmost importance.
He can feel the heat radiating off her face as she blushes, “Yes.”
He leans in slowly, so she has time to back out, then he kisses her. He finally kisses her. He kisses her softly at first so as not to scare her. She is the one who deepens the kiss. She swipes her tongue across Jungkook’s lip to request access as she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls himself closer. Jungkook can't help himself. He pulls her close by her hips and kisses her with fervor. When she squeaks he pulls back, “I’m sorry.”
She takes his cheeks in her hands, “It’s fine, just my knee.”
He pulls back, “Shit,” her injured leg is under them. He tugs her on top of him gently, “Better?” She nods shyly. Fuck, she’s so cute when she’s shy. “Should we stop?”
She stares at him for a moment, “This is weird.” She whispers.
Fuck. Fuck! “Oh… I’m sorry.” He gently rolls her back to lay on the bed. “I didn’t mean to- I’ll just go lay on the couch.”
She grabs his arm, “No, I didn’t- I just-” she lets out an irritated breath. “I never expected to be like this with you. You’re my best friend, I don’t know. You’re Jungkook. My sweet bunny. And now here you are all hot and sexy, looking at me like you want to eat me.”
Eat her? Yeah, that’ll do. “I do.”
Her eyes go wide. “W-what?”
He looms over her, “I would love to ravage your body. Eat your sweet pussy until you sob. Make you cum so hard, the only name you remember is mine.” He tilts his head at her when she doesn’t respond. “Would you like that, baby?”
“Yes,” She all but whimpers.
Jungkook bites his lip, “Since you’re still injured, we can’t do anything too strenuous.” He smirks then kisses down her jaw to her neck. When he bites down on her neck, she squeaks out a little moan that makes Jungkook groan. He makes his way down and pulls her breasts over the top of her sports bra and sucks a nipple into his mouth.
“Jungkook.” She moans.
Fuck that’s such a sweet sound. “You sound so pretty moaning my name, baby. I want to hear more.” He roughly pinches her other nipple causing her to wail and squirm. He smirks and makes his way further down her body, peppering kisses along the way. When he reaches the barrier of her spandex, he wastes no time pulling it down her legs. He spreads her legs by pushing up her good leg. He practically drools at the sight of her pretty, wet pussy. “Fucking finally,” he says under his breath before diving in.
He moans when her hands tangle in his hair. She pulls at his roots and it only drives him to lap at her more vigorously. She's moaning, whining mess. Jungkook inserts a finger, then a second and moves them in a come hither motion.
She begins to push his head away, “Kookie, wait, no- don’t-”
He pulls his face back, her juices dripping down his chin. “Am I hurting you?” He halts his movements but does not remove his fingers.
“No, no. I just-I-” She covers her face.
“Does it feel good?” he asks with furrowed brows.
“Yes- I just-”
He cuts her off, “Are you still concerned about me being a sweet bunny?” He strokes his fingers from her entrance to her clit.
“No, Kook- you don't understand.” She shakes her head still covering her face.
Jungkook’s nostrils flare. He moves up to pull her hands away, “Tell me then. Why do you want me to stop?”
She bites her lip, looks away, and mumbles something he can’t make out.
“Louder, baby, I can't hear you.” He commands.
“I might squirt...” SHe mumbles loud enough for him to hear.
Jungkook’s eyes go wide as an evil smile spreads across his face. “Oh baby, I’m not stopping for that.” He begins to rub circle into her clit. “Do you really want me to stop or are you just embarrassed?”
She covers her face again, “I-I-”
“I won’t force you, baby, but I sure as hell would love to see you squirt for me.” He rumbles.
She uncovers her eyes and looks him in the eyes, “Y-you would?”
“Fuck yes!”
She covers her face again and squeaks out, “okay.”
Jungkook wastes no time pushing his fingers back inside. He uses the leverage of his whole arm now. She begins to moan and squirm. He knows she’s close when her moans become choked and she seems to try to pull away. Jungkook uses his free hand to move her hands from her face, “I want to see your face when you cum.”
With that she’s sent over the edge and wails in pleasure as she cums. Jungkook can feel the spray of her juices on his hand, but can't take his eyes off her face as it contorts with pleasure. She throws her head back and squeezes her eyes shut Jungkook keeps going until she’s shaking. They’re both breathing heavy as she comes down from her high. He gently placer her leg down and sits up to look down at her.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” he pants. She shrinks a little as she blushes. Jungkook swallows before asking, “Will you be my girlfriend?”
She stares at him for a moment, “Really? I thought you just saw me as your annoying, buff girl best friend.”
his brows furrowed in confusion, “I mean yeah. What does that have to do with anything?”
She shrugs and looks away with pouty lips, “I don't know, most guys think I’m too… dude-like.”
Jungkook blinks at her, “I’m sorry I don't have any idea what you’re talking about. I mean yeah you can act like a bro at times but that's just because gender stereotypes exist but like that means nothing to me. I like you how you are. I've only been crushing on you since soccer camp forever ago.”
“Y-you don't think my body is too masculine?” She stutters.
He shakes his head because he must be hearing things, “What? What part of your body is masculine?”
She shrugs again, “I mean I’m super muscular from playing soccer, my shoulders are broad, I barely have boobs-”
“Lies! Fucking blasphemy! These,” he cups her breasts to show her that they are very real and he very much likes them, “are fucking perfect and amazing. So fuck off with those falsehoods. Your shoulders are fine and muscles are hot. Who the fuck cares?”
She stares at him for a moment before she suddenly sits up and hugs him around the neck, “Yes, I'll be your girlfriend.”
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And so YN healed and was able to play again. Now, I bet you’re wondering about those last 2 requests of Jungkook. Well since he didn't need them to make YN his girlfriend or to make her go on a date with him, he was able to use them for something more fun. They were both used for their first date, one to make her not wear any panties and the other for her to wear a very specific dress that he only saw her wear once for a soccer banquet. A pretty pink dress that no doubt one of the other team members picked for her, she’s more of a black dress kind of girl or better yet a no dress kind of girl, really she prefers spanks and a sports bra or sweats if it’s cold. Jungkook just wanted the duality of her wearing a pretty sweet looking dress while being naughty and wearing no panties. He had tried to convince her to do this in other ways but she kicked him in the chest so the requests were necessary. She also hit him continuously before they left, but turned into a shy little girl constantly pulling at the hem to make sure it was covering her when they went out. YN was able to get her revenge though when her knee was fully healed.
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wife can u do a fic or smth with reddie and napping please
hands down, no questions about it, the hammock was the best feature of the entire bunker.
bev liked bean bag chairs ben had added. she and ben could sit in the corner listening to his tapes through shared headphones for hours, cycling through new kids on the block and madonna and prince until the batteries wore out.
ben also liked the bean bag chairs.
the bookcase was stan’s favorite, mostly because it gave him a great swell of pride whenever one of the losers borrowed a book he’d stocked it with. it was still pretty empty, and three of the ten books were specialty handbooks for bird spotting, but it was there.
eddie contributed a polaroid camera he’d gotten for christmas because he had the artistic eye of seaweed and every photo he took came out blurry and half-developed, for whatever reason. bev had taken to snapping pictures of the losers in various unexplainable situations, and now there was a nice string of pictures hanging near the entryway, so eddie felt good about it.
mike and bill had brought in a game table and spent most of their time mutually sucking at scrabble (though mike usually won — stan liked to stand behind him pretending to read his book but subtly hint at different combinations mike could make, leaving bill to lean back in his chair and huff out a “wh-why do i even bother?”)
but fuck all of that: the hammock reigned supreme. when it had been installed, it was clear every one of the losers had been excited to take a turn — to the point they’d needed to come up with a schedule for usage or there was going to be hands thrown. at some point, though, the rest of them had taken note that fighting richie for time on the hammock just wasn’t worth it.
except eddie.
it was always:
“how come richie’s always the first one on the hammock?”
“because i’m the first one down here.”
“yeah, ‘cause you pushed me!”
richie adjusted his glasses on his nose. “your mom likes it when i’m pushy with her.”
or:
“richie, you can’t hog the hammock the whole time.”
“i can’t hear you, i’m sleeping.”
“you’re literally talking to me right now, fuckface.”
“i’m probably sleep-talking, and you know they say you’re not supposed to disrupt sleep-talkers.”
“that’s sleep-walkers, richie,” mike chimed in, and bill groaned “r-really? zoology on a tr-riple letter square?”
“STOP FAKE SNORING, DICKHEAD, I KNOW YOU’RE AWAKE.”
or:
“it’s my turn on the hammock, richie.”
“richie tozier isn’t here right now,” richie said, not looking up from his comic. “if you’d like to leave your name and number at the tone, he’ll get back to you after he’s done fucking your mother.”
eddie never dropped it, though. at some point he’d decided that there was no forcing richie out, so he’d just have to get in. so he did, mumbling expletives and shoving at richie’s too-long limbs the whole time he adjusted to sharing the swing of the hammock.
it was, like, the biggest win of richie’s life.
for the most part, they sat at opposite ends, limbs tangling together as they read the latest editions of spiderman or she-hulk. eddie spent a lot of time playfully kicking richie or knocking his glasses off with his toes, and richie spent a lot of time letting him. when they hit high-school, though, and richie shot up like a knobby-kneed corn stalk, sharing the hammock became less and less feasible. at least, the way they’d been doing it before.
“c’mon richie, get the fuck up,” eddie whined. “i wanna’ take a nap.”
he and stan had spent the whole afternoon studying for an algebra test tomorrow while richie played his game-boy ‘for moral support’. stan already left, though, mumbling something about not being able to handle ‘this repressed shit’ anymore, whatever that meant, and eddie was in that post-study cranky mood.
“hop on in, chap,” richie offered, patting his chest like it was some sort of enticing pillow.
“oh, fuck you, i just wanna’—“
“i’m serious,” richie argues, letting his legs splay over the sides of the fabric and making an eddie sized space. “or you can go home. i’m sure sonia would love to have her eddie-bear cuddle up for a nap.” the look in eddie’s eyes was downright feral and richie was worried he’d legitimately pissed him off but then eddie’s shoulders just kind of dropped and a yawn overpowered any fight left in him.
“fine.” so he’d crawled in and collapsed on richie’s body (after elbowing him sharply in the stomach and making a pleased humming sound at richie’s pained oof).
and. it’s not like they’d never been curled up like this, but they were usually accompanied by the other losers, and it was never quite this close. richie could feel eddie’s heartbeat getting slower and slower against his ribs, could feel eddie’s soft breaths on the bit of exposed skin above richie’s shirt collar.
“shut up, richie.”
“i’m not — i didn’t say anything!”
eddie just huffs in response, and after a few moments, everything is quiet. so richie picks up his comic, wishes his pulse into some semblance of a steady beat, and pretends he’s not focusing on every rise and fall of eddie’s shoulders.
after that, it’s almost tradition: they argue, richie makes room, and eddie crawls in like he was made to fit between richies legs. sometimes richie stays awake and reads, sometimes he falls asleep too, counting the freckles on the bridge of eddie’s nose. sometimes richie wakes up before eddie and finds their hands interlocked, and sometimes eddie wakes up before richie and slips his fingers between richie’s before falling back asleep.
they never, ever nap together in front of the other losers.
which is why, when the roof-top door swings open as richie’s just about to take off his glasses and join eddie in dreamland, his heart stops.
it’s bev, and ben, and richie lets out a little sigh of relief because bill enters rooms with all the finesse of an elephant on roller skates and eddie would’ve woken up immediately.
as it is, eddie gives a little shift when bev laughs quietly at whatever ben had said, so by the time she and ben turn around, richie’s shaking his head as violently as he can without disturbing the sleeping boy atop him.
bev’s hand flies up to contain her gleeful laugh, and ben just stands there looking about as shocked as he had when he’d discovered bill and mike were fooling around; which is to say, not that shocked. ben just puts his hands up and smiles before crawling back up the ladder, and bev looks like she’s about to follow, but something on the bookshelf catches her eye. richie knows what it is before she’s even grabbed it, and his cheeks flush bright red when she pulls the polaroid from the shelf. there’s no feasible way to get out of this without waking up eddie, defeating the entire purpose, so richie just lays back and accepts his fate with a sigh and a middle finger to the lens.
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later, after eddie’s forced him to buy them both ice cream before he split off to go home, richie tacks up the stolen polaroid beside his bed.
there’d be plenty of opportunities for bev to snap another.
#reddie#eddie kaspbrak#richie tozier#some very side hanbrough#the losers#ANYTHING FOR U MY WIFE!!!!!#my writing#wlwmayfield#mp
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✩ winkikkekk 4 ethan
Send ‘✩’ for the following:
Disagreements:
Who is more likely to raise their voice? Nikki 100%
Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Nikki again lol
Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Ethan because a bitch is stubborn lol
Who trashes the house? Neither, really?
Do either of them get physical? Nah, it would never get to that point
How often do they argue/disagree? Not that often, they get into their lil competitions and disagreements and miscommunications here and there but ye for the most part they just chill lol
Who is the first to apologise? Ethan 100% yep mans is weak
Sex:
Who is on top? Does it matter?? I have a feeling Nikki would more often
Who is on the bottom? As above lol Altho Nikki has bottom energy around Ethan, I still think Ethan would be like: ye daddy you fine take me lol
Who has the strangest desires? Unless there is a hidden part of Nikki that likes leather or some shit I don’t know about, neither lol
Any kinks? Eye contact, low voices, scratches or grabbing/being grabbed for Ethan, Nikki don’t know much lol He likes it not to be awkward LOL
Who’s dominant in bed? Both
Is head ever in the equation? Yeah boy
If so, who is better at performing it? Ethan who else lol
Ever had sex in public? They probably wouldn’t lol
Who moans the most? Neither, not too much
Who leaves the most marks? Ethan lol
Who screams the loudest? Neither lol
Who is the more experienced of the two? Ethan oop sorry Nik
Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Make love uwu Nikki just outwardly cringed at that while blushing because he kinda enjoys that looool
Rough or soft? Soft with A BIT of rough
How long do they usually last? OOP That’s a question for you, Nikki, you deprived man lol They do alright lol
Is protection used? Yeah they’re responsible adults
Does it ever get boring? Maybe, but not really because Ethan loves this man and he would do anything to please him lol
Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? A bathroom stall in a sports bar loool
Family:
Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? KIMMY EXISTS and we all love her; Ethan used to be a dad :(
If so, how many children do your muses want/have? Ethan is happy to just adopt Kimmy and Nikki’s had enough lol
Who is the favorite parent? Ethan loooool SORRY IT’S TRUE
Who is the authoritative parent? Ethan lol Nikki is weak against that lil pumpkin lol
Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Nikki again because he a weak man lol
Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Nikki again lool
Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? BOTH They both care a lot
Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Both, they tag team the teacher into submission lol
Who changes the diapers? Both, Ethan probably more if they ever had a baby
Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Ethan would more so do that, both if we talking about calming Kimmy down after a nightmare
Who spends the most time with the children? They both try to get time in
Who packs their lunch boxes? Ethan lol when he packs his and Nikki’s
Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Kimmy gives herself the talk LOL
Who cleans up after the kids? Kimmy is so good, she don’t need no man to clean
Who worries the most? They both worry, Nikki probably more
Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? Nikki and it would be ‘fuck’ LOL
Affection:
Who likes to cuddle? Ethan loves it, Nikki is getting a taste for it hehe
Who is the little spoon? Depends on their mood lol
Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Ethan lol
Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Ethan lol
How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Depends, but it’s probably Nikki who squirms away first lol
Who gives the most kisses? Ethan because he’s loving like that such a good boy
What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Honestly, anything, just chilling - watching TV, going out to have a drink, having food together, watching sports, spending time with Kimmy - they like doing things together lol
Where is their favourite place to cuddle? Bed, because Kimmy can’t tease them about it lol
Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Ethan yep
How often do they get time to themselves? They do alright, not THAT much but plenty after Kimmy goes down for the night
Sleeping:
Who snores? Neither??
If both do, who snores the loudest? N/A
Do they share a bed or sleep separately? Ethan forces his way into Nikki’s bed looool
If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? Cosy up because Ethan is a touch thirsty bitch
Who talks in their sleep? Probably Nikki lol
What do they wear to bed? Jogging bottoms and t-shirt
Are either of your muses insomniacs? Nah
Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Nope
Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Lay side by side, they too tall for any limb wrapping lol
Who wakes up with bed hair? Nikki and Ethan adores it haha
Who wakes up first? Ethan, he’s stupid early
Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Ethan uwu
What is their favourite sleeping position? Side by side, on their sides, they have like an arm thrown around the other, very casual
Who hogs the sheets? Nikki because he’s not used to sleeping with someone in his bed lol
Do they set an alarm each night? Kimmy does lol
Can a television be found in their bedroom? Don’t think so, they watch TV in the living room
Who has nightmares? Neither of them tho, maybe Ethan sometimes when things resurface
Who has ridiculous dreams? Neither
Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Nikki lol
Who makes the bed? Either of them, maybe they take turns
What time is bed time? Mostly a reasonable time, but sometimes they may go wild and stay up later while having a good time out lol
Any routines/rituals before bed? Brushing their teeth side by side, checking in on Kimmy and Ethan makes a habit of reminding Nikki how much he likes him
Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Both lol But probably Nikki
Work:
Who is the busiest? Both are quire busy
Who rakes in the highest income? Bro Nikki must be LOADED
Are any of your muses unemployed? Nope
Who takes the most sick days? Neither, Ethan pushes through like a champ and Nikki doesn’t even admit he’s sick lol
Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Nikki, Ethan is so stupidly early for everything it pains me lol
Who sucks up to their boss? NAH fam lol Ethan is also his own boss sooo
What are their jobs? Nikki is uhhhh on the dark side while Ethan is a figure skating coach
Who stresses the most? Nikki
Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Ethan does, Nikki fucking hates his ‘job’...
Are your muses financially stable? They are good adults, they even have savings
Home:
Who does the washing? Both, Nikki does it more because Ethan cooks usually
Who takes out the trash? Either of them
Who does the ironing? Ethan
Who does the cooking? Ethan mostly lol Kimmy helps, always
Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? NIKKI BRO do not leave this man alone with a stove, I fear for his life
Who is messier? They are both like... Neither clean freaks nor slobs lol
Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Ethan, because Nikki has been trained by Kimmy lol
Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Neither
Who forgets to flush the toilet? Neither
Who is the prankster around the house? Neither lol
Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Neither, they p good lol
Who mows the lawn? Ethan doesn’t do it because he likes watching Nikki do it hehe
Who answers the telephone? Nikki
Who does the vacuuming? Ethan
Who does the groceries? Ethan with Kimmy’s help - they bring Nikki along tho lol
Who takes the longest to shower? Neither, they are both p quick
Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Neither of them are into bubble baths lol
Miscellaneous:
Is money a problem? Nope
How many cars do they own? Two, they both own one (I think?)
Do they own their home or do they rent? Own uwu
Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? Not near a coast, nope
Do they live in the city or in the country? City, imagine these two living in the country side loool
Do they enjoy their surroundings? I guess, they’re not complaining lol
What’s their song? THIS STILL MAKES ME LAUGH IT’s so SAD
What do they do when they’re away from each other? Get on with their lives lol
Where did they first meet? A bar
How did they first meet? So... Nikki was like: oh shit, you’re my daughter’s coach and Ethan went: Ye whaddup baby I’ll drink you under the bar and Nikki went: I’ll drinkg you into putting your leg around your shoulders lol And he did loool
Who spends the most money when out shopping? They are both good with money
Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Neither
Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Nikki laughs his ass off and viceversa loool
Any mental issues? Ethan struggles with depression oop
Who’s terrified of bugs? Nah they brave men
Who kills the spiders around the house? Kimmy does, I swear lol
Their favourite place? I like to think they return to the bar they met in uwu
Who pays the bills? They both do
Do they have any fears for their future? Yeah, Nikki especially does, he doesn’t want to put Ethan or Kimmy in danger due to his job; Ethan is honestly scared of losing Nikki and Kimmy ugh
Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Ethan, he’s sweet
Who uses up all of the hot water? Neither of them do lol
Who’s the tallest? Nikki is, but Kimmy is even taller when she’s on Ethan shoulders so who really wins here, eh??
Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Ethan lol Trying to cup a feel lol
Who wanders around in their underwear? Neither lol
Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Neither do lol
What do they tease each other about? Ethan teases Nikki about how shit he’s on the ice, Nikki teases Ethan about how much of a sap he can be lool
Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? They are both like... Kinda clueless lol shirt and slacks and gym clothes, that’s all they wear lol
Do they have mutual friends? Kimmy ofc uwu
Who crushed first? HARD ETHAN on this one lol poor mans suffered in silence :(
Any alcohol or substance related problems? Ethan has struggled with alcohol addiction
Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? BOTH loool They be having wild nights together lol
Who swears the most? Nikki loool
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1x5 - Don’t Do That Thing You Do
Original air date: April 16, 1997
Alright, Disney. We need to have a little talk.
I take a lot of shit from you in the name of nostalgia. You repay me by selling all of your DCOMs on iTunes but since they are DRM protected, you then make me have to buy third party software to remove said DRM just so I can watch these movies for my own personal viewing. If you’re worried about me selling and distributing copies of your movies to people who also wanna relive them good ‘ole days, stop. People will find a way to pirate your shit regardless and actually have more than what you release. Really, just stop.
You then removed all of the Smart Guy episodes from YouTube so that the only dregs of the show left are sped up, slowed down, or only take up a third of the video player due to copyright shit. You gave me considerable hope when I saw you’d be putting all the original shows and movies (minus In a Heartbeat. Minus The Jersey. Minus The Famous Jett Jackson. Minus Model Behavior. Minus My Date With the President’s Daughter.) on this shiny new channel of yours.
I know you have a problem with misordering episodes, making certain episodes season finales when they shouldn’t be and just not having any general sense of continuity. I am still baffled as to why this episode, episode number 5 is not included in the first season, which is already hella short at just 8 episodes. Disney, do you enjoy making me wonder why I even fuck with you? Once I get a .mp4 file of Johnny Tsunami and maaaaybe Can of Worms, I’m through with you forever.
This one is gonna be long because TJ really pissed me off in this episode. But if you actually read the above, I love you because I’m literally just whining.
In this episode, I will actually feel bad for Marcus. Yes, Marcus, teenage horndog, sexist Marcus will tug on my heartstrings and make me relate to him. I know I give him a lot of shit, but at the end of the day, he’s still a teenage boy. A dark-skinned teenage boy in a family full of gifted and/or capable light skinned people, at that. In this family, guess who is the odd one out, the black sheep? Marcus. Coincidence? I just couldn’t help but notice some things Yvette does (like pursue dance at one point) are encouraged while Marcus’s hobby (music, another art) is constantly shit on by Floyd who wants Marcus to be more book smart. Or how Yvette didn’t get into any trouble for not trying to stop TJ’s party just because Marcus, who is younger than her, was in charge? Just two examples, but you get the point.
We begin the episode with TJ bothering the big kids while they’re trying to rehearse for the upcoming Battle of the Bands gig. The gang needs cash to continue banding, especially since Mo’s strings are caca. Marcus is certain they will win and as soon as he manifests positivity about his future, something bad happens. Their guitarist breaks his finger.
Marcus is whining to pops about this little roadbloack when we see Yvette has invited Gabrielle Union back to her place to study in the kitchen. None of that learning crap will be happening right now though, because Floyd has made Gabs wet. She tells Yvette who delivers the most visceral reaction. But Yvette...your dad is hot. And it’s perfectly normal for friends to have crushes on your parents. And you also date older men! Yvette has her moments where I hate her and this is one of them. Instead of just dropping it and continuing to study, she actually throws her friend out! You would have thought Yvette was Floyd’s damn girlfriend, the way she was acting.
Because every show needs a montage here and there, we are now jettisoned to the garage, where Marcus is auditioning for a new piano player. Spoiler alert: they all reek, except for one guy who clearly must have been on some type of psychedelic drug to audition for a high school R&B band during a federal pursuit. The others were straight duds, including the most aggressive polka musician ever who thought his accordion counted as a keyboard.
Marcus is fucked. His goose is cooked. His dream is deferred. How the hell is he going to pull a new piano player out of his ass in time for BotB? He suddenly hears someone tickling the ivories and is beyond impressed...and then disappointed once he sees its TJ. Turns out the little guy knows all their songs and then proceeds to explain music in math terms and I pretty much feel the way Marcus does here.
I mean, really, it’s annoying to know that your freakishly intelligent brother is pretty much good at everything, including the thing that you love more than anything. You share a room with this person, you see this person every day at school and you now have to let him in your band because of circumstances. I do like that Marcus includes the rest of the group in his decision making, even though they really don’t seem to care about its direction as long as they can have sex with all the groupies.
So now its Mackadocious +TJ and Marcus is doling out the “kicks” to everyone except TJ. But TJ, homie, you just entered the band and your role is to just play the piano, since nobody else is around. This is not the time for you to be trying to get your Regina Spektor on. Play your part! TJ gets upset at this, but once Marcus threatens violence, he immediately goes back to his role.
B plot land is just Yvette pissed off that her friend finds her father attractive. They go to the BotB thing and she even cuts in front of them. Jeez Yvette, chill.
When her bestie leaves a voicemail directed more towards Floyd, although flattered, he has to let her down gently. Yadda yadda, Floyd is about to have that uncomfortable conversation but it’s fine because Gabby met some dude in a black trench coat and needs Yvette to style her hair like Halle Berry’s in the last month’s Essence. Yvette is happy that things are back to normal, at the expense of her lonely father who most likely reveled in that small amount of validation as quickly as it was snatched away from him. Poor Flody.
Anyways, back to the main arc of the episode. It’s time for the BotB and TJ is still vying for that piano solo but Marcus isn’t budging. This will end well. Once they get far enough into the song, Marcus is about to do his solo. He’s probably thinking that finally, the spotlight will be on him for a change and he can feel like he’s doing something worthy of praise. But this is TJ we’re talking about, and he is a petty little asshole, so he immediately hijacks the show and begins with his piano solo. Marcus looks straight dumb trying to hop back into his own set. So now instead of being a dick and doing the solo he wasn’t supposed to do, he has now embarassed Marcus. His feelings about the situation can best be summed up here.
The next day at school, we see that TJ is still hogging all of the band’s attention. Marcus’s insane level of togetherness right now is commendable, seeing as TJ clearly has no remorse for what he’s done and is now rubbing it in their faces. Just Marcus, though. TJ is a little babe magnet and is now basically getting girls for Mo and Goose to have sex with. Everyone is getting what they want right now. Except Marcus.
During a rehearsal, TJ moves on to insulting Marcus’s compositions and telling the band that they need something “else.” Marcus has had it and decides it’s time for TJ to go. TJ tries to save his ass by apologizing for something he’s clearly not sorry for after the fact, but the damage is done. Now we all know that TJ is totally one to accept defeat and move on so I’m sure nothing else will come of a rather amicable split.
Later, Kid from Kid n’ Play shows up and offers Mackadocious some moolah if they play again, but with TJ, seeing as Mackadocious has been unwillingly changed to The Band With the Cute Little Kid. Marcus, putting his dream over his desire to teach his little narcissist brother a lesson (just kidding, he wants the money) asks TJ back, but he’s strangely okay with staying out of it. Marcus then grabs TJ and threatens him, calling him a little twerp. This is still funny to me.
Floyd comes in and breaks up the fight and forces the siblings to hash out their differences in a healthy way. TJ says he wishes he could sing like Marcus. Marcus hates that TJ is good at everything. They both apologize to each other and Marcus even asks if TJ wants to rejoin the band and TJ is about to ruin this totally fine moment between them by revealing his evil plan.
After being kicked out of the band, TJ wanted to get even. Instead of just taking the L and moving on, he reached out to Kid and offered some tax code write offs in exchange for promising Mackadocious a lot of money to perform a bogus gig where nobody would show up. Yes, you read that right. TJ wanted to destroy Marcus’s life and possibly crush his spirit to the point where he’d never want to pursue music at all. All because he did something shitty and got punished accordingly. TJ is a petty little asshole. Floyd hears this and allows the beating to continue. Did I mention how much I love Floyd?
Stuff I noticed:
- TJ’s shirt. Where can I find this shirt? Seriously, it’s amazing.
- Oh hi, Christina Milian.
- When TJ is mentioning the name of the band’s fan site, he just says it’s ww.cutekid.com which makes no sense because that’s too general to refer to a band and also sounds like pedo bait.
#smart guy#tj henderson#marcus henderson#90s#nineties#tahj mowry#christina milian#christopher reid#kid n play#yvette henderson#essence atkins#jason weaver#john marshall jones#mo tibbs#omar gooding
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BARBARA GORDON HEADCANONS THAT MAKE ME SWOON!!
(and so can you!! alfkvoekfndnej does anyone get that reference anyhoo)
I couldn't NOT post these idk I was showering and then I was hit with a mf tornado of hcs about my favorite gal and I figured I'd share :))))
Barbara and Tim are actually the most potty mouthed members of the batfam, excluding Kate. Jason is close, but only when he's upset (which probably seems trivial bc he's yk always upset but I hc him a pretty chill if not bitter and snarky guy). Tim cusses more when he's tired, but he consciously tries to bite his tongue. Barbara has no remorse and cusses very casually and openly, because she sees no point in abstaining. It releases endorphins guys. Duh. She uses those ridiculous "holy heck Batman!" lines as Batgirl unless she's genuinely thrown off her game. She limits her cussing a lot as Oracle bc she's not one to offend people, and you never know. It's most definitely a civilian thing for her, and anyone who knows Babs knows she's a fucking sailor.
Her favorite food of all time is pizza. Her dream house has a brick pizza oven. She has a food blog with every pizzeria in the greater Gotham area ranked from best to worst. Her favorite of all time is the Gotham Pizza Garden, which is located in Old Gotham near the police station. Technically it's the second best pizza in Gotham, second to Gargoyle Pie Company, which is renowned for being the epitome of Gotham-style pizza and is always busy. She has a lot of memories of GPG though, and loves both pies. GPG also has an incredible Chicago style pizza, which is her second favorite type of pizza. She does however believe Gotham style is superior and thinks less of Dick for disagreeing (@blanddcheadcanons tie-in heyo!!) Very few things make Babs as happy as gourmet pizza.
She grew up watching Teenage Mutant Turtles, Powerpuff Girls, and Star Trek. They all hold a very special place in her heart. There is totally a connection between her love of pizza and TMNT and turtles and mixed martial arts. She once got the boys to go as the turtles for Halloween, with her crushing it as April.
Speaking of turtles, she's had a pet turtle named after icon Nichelle Nichols since high school. Yes, she does call her Shelly. Yes it's cliche. No she does not care. She also has a calico cat named Cornflake that Dick gave her as a birthday present. She doesn't have pet dogs until she and Dick finally settle down. She never had them growing up because her father is allergic and her mother was a devout cat lady. She's not really sure why she never got any on her own, she's just more familiar with cats. After her mom passed away, she did get a bunch of bunnies whom she and JJ named after their favorite horror movie monsters and serial killers.
She loves slasher flicks. It's a family thing. JJ was creepy about it, Jim loves the thrill, Babs loves the mythos, and her mom was never really afraid of anything and found them funny.
She inherited her mother's love for baking. She left her her cookbook, which contains an amazing mixed berry pie recipe. Her pie baking abilities rival Alfred's. She even begins to branch out with her recipes and experiment with all sorts of fillings and even cake-pies (fanfic au tie-in heyo). Everybody loves a Barbara baked good. She knows everyone's faves and literally crushes holiday season. Dick is all about the og mixed berry pie, whereas Jay, who loves lemon everything (hc I saw awhile ago that I just love) prefers either a lemon meringue or a raspberry lemon. Tim is all about strawberry open face while Steph prefers cherry cheesecake or pecan pie. Cass and Bruce both love her cinnamon apple pie. Duke loves just about anything she bakes, but especially her more adventurous, contest winning pies like kiwi-blueberry-black cherry and other originals. Kate will die for Babs' cherry pie. Damian prefers blackberry or mixed like Dick. Alfred is a sweet potato pie kind of guy himself. There's a farmer's market in Blüdhaven her mother went with her to when she was a kid that Barbara still goes to get get all the fresh fruit.
Even better than Barbara or Alfred baking alone is them baking together. Roy Harper is also a pretty good baker. They all trade recipes with Martha Kent. M'gann brings wine to the manor and assembles them all for fun days of baking.
She's also totally the type of gal who made a shit ton of cupcakes when she ran for class prez and stayed I from Batgirl duties to finish them. Just saying.
She picks baking back up as Oracle but several hero emergencies lead her to burn perfectly good desserts.
She and Roy will always have puppy-love crushes on one another and be totally oblivious. They both did ballet as kids, love baking, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, shameless empty flirting, and tech. They're completely platonic and really great lifelong friends. They met at a Wayne gala as kids.
As if she wasn't already talented enough, she's completely ambidextrous. I'm jealous. Dick and Wally are left handed. Bruce is similarly ambi. Selina's a leftie. Maybe Alfred too.
She likes to enter contests and win for fun. She's a monster. Everything from baking to video games to weight lifting, she loves showing people up.
Dick, Babs, and Tim all snore atrociously loud. The batfam hates it. She's the quietest out of them all, but she's also a blanket hog. And a major cuddler.
Her favorite colors are grey and green. Purple does deserve an honorable mention however. Her apartment is a fair mix of green and grey decor and covered in books.
She was a total ballerina growing up, just like her mom wanted. That was until she discovered how kick ass martial arts were, and she got a little too jacked to continue with ballet as a formidable career option. Her next best option is becoming a cop at this point, but her father believes that not only would it be far too dangerous but a waste of her skills (like ballet cough cough). This upsets her so much she goes off and invents Batgirl, complete with a stole grappling gun from evidence.
In college she works as a barista and excels at it. Her dream is to open up a cafe/bakery/flower shop with Dinah some day. She wants to call her half Bean Me Up Scotty! (another hc I saw and fell in love with)
Babs is also a pretty good cook being that she became the family chef at a young age (Jim can barbeque and make spaghetti. That's literally it. Maybe some breakfast). Cooking lessons from Alfred certainly helped.
Her personality is so versatile. She can get along with pretty much anyone due to her wide range of interests and skills which is what makes Oracle so bad ass. She's also a Libra so she adapts fairly easily to any group without seeming fake.
She has a podcast where she rants about tech and feminism and politics and plays video games
She SO took Latin in high school and dominated competitions. She loves classical studies and is a dork for Greek and Roman mythology as well as linguistics. She has a pretty good grasp on all of the romance languages, and learns languages fairly quickly.
She always smells like mint and books. She has killer mint shampoo and conditioner, which is a Kean family thing (they just love the scent). She always smells refreshing.
She likes coffee but prefers tea always. She's like Ramona Flowers with tea
Her music taste is total 90s nostalgia (grunge, boybands, air pop, ska, hip hop) meets far too indie 4 u. Yes she's pretentious. Yes she loves chick rock and *NSYNC and Britney and Kurt Cobain and Biggie and deal with it. She also loves shit you've never even heard of. Was totally into the Gotham punk scene as a teen.
She collects vinyl and books and horror flicks ugh hipster queen
She loves spicy food and Dick cannot stand it. They both like sour candy though
If your Barbara Gordon didn't graduate high school at 16 she doesn't have rights
She was all of the Robin's first crush. Duh. Tim will always think she's the gold standard of women. He likes that she usually sticks up for him. He doesn't mind being seen as her male equivalent lmao
At some point Jay and Babs are roommates and it's literally the best I'll talk abt that later
Her type is guys with dark hair or blonde gals.
#barbara gordon#batgirl#oracle#batfam#batfam headcanons#librarian babs#babs gordon#dick grayson#dinah lance#dickbabs#dinahbabs#tim drake#damian wayne#jason todd#duke thomas#alfred pennyworth#bruce wayne#cassandra cain#stephanie brown#ballerina!babs#roy harper#martha kent#selina kyle#dc#m'gann m'orzz#baking#pizza#barbara kean gordon#dc headcanons
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I made a little story :)
It’s a Saturday night. I’m on my way to the club for a party. My best friend, Jenna, is turning 23 tonight. I told myself I wouldn’t come, but here I am anyway. I hesitate at the door, but eventually make my way in. When I get in, she comes up and hugs me.
“I’m so glad you came!” Jenna says with a beaming smile. She wraps her arms around mine and pulls me over to a crowd. I acquaint myself with some of her friends and take a seat.
Everyone is out dancing together while I’m sitting in a corner. I’m not particularly fond of dancing or alcohol, but when it comes to Jenna, she always knows how to get me to let loose.
She comes back over to me with shots and tells me to come out onto the dance floor. After a few minutes of reasoning from Jenna, I said ‘fuck it’ and joined her.
After an hour of dancing and shots, I made my way back to the table. There was a man sitting in my spot. That was so my spot. He doesn’t get to just spot hog. I grabbed his arm and voiced my complaints.
“I see you’ve met Jack,” Jenna comes out of nowhere and pulls me back.
“He is a spot hog. He stole my spot.” I said, pointing at the man. Jenna pulls a chair over for me to sit in.
“Sit while I get you water. Sorry for the trouble, Jack. I think she had a little too much to drink.” She pats me on the back and goes to the bar. Neither I, nor the man say anything to each other. We just meet eyes a few dozen times. Now that I think about it, he’s kinda cute. He’s also my type. I made my way back over to Jenna who was finishing her makeup. I snap out of my alcoholic daze and attraction when I see Jenna. She looks so amazing. Her skin looks soft in the glimmering light. I get out of my seat and hug her. It was warm and cozy. I didn’t want to let go.
I snuggled her a few more seconds before pulling back and grabbing the water she had brought for me. I sat back down in my seat across from Jack. She kindly handed him water too before looking at both of us and saying, “Are you guys related?” I couldn’t have been more offended than that specific moment. To be related to a slug of a human like him disgusted me. I immediately corrected the situation and kindly told her that I would walk off a cliff if I was related to a spot hog like him.
A few giggles later, we settled down and put our differences aside to fight the new problem. Jenna's ex just walked through the door and Jenna looks horrible. We quickly rushed to the ladies bathroom, Jack, Jenna, and me. I reached into my bag and handed her the wipes. Her makeup was smudged and her dress had red wine on it. Easy fix. Right?
Jack got ready to fill the new and better boyfriend position. He fixed his hair while I helped Jenna clean her dress. I rushed over to Jack to fix his bow for him. “Just a minute ago I thought you were going to kill me. Now look at us.” he said with a small chuckle before fixing the bow in my hair. This was a cliche. Ew. I backed off a little bit and put up a wall again. I can’t have my love rival liking me. Way to cliche for my super unique life. I made my way back over to Jenna who was finishing her makeup. “Almost done. All I got left is lipstick. Do you have any, I didn’t bring mine.” she said turning to face me. I reached in my bag and grabbed my pink gloss. I put a decent amount on my lips and told her to come over to me. “Trust me. It’s super easy.” I said smiling down at her. I felt way taller than I was. She laughed and said okay. I grabbed all my strength and will and kissed her.
I quickly handed her the gloss and sprinted out of the bathroom. I was panicking. What did I just do? What if she hates me now? I quickly ran out of the bar and took a taxi home. I unlocked my door and plopped down on the couch. It was time for a regreta-thon. Sad-love movies and then scary movies to shock you back into reality. I put on the first sad-love movie, shut off all the lights, and got some ice cream. I snuggled up on the couch with my soft blanket and watched a few movies.
After about two and a half movies I got a text. It was Jenna. I panicked and quickly jumped up. I ran a few laps around my apartment and finally settled down. I crawled over to my phone and read the message. “Meet me in the park by your house in 5”
I screamed to the top of my lungs in my pillow. That was the night that I abused my pillow. (Rip Mr. Pillow the pillow. 2019-2020.) I rushed to my room for a change of clothes. I only had 5 minutes to look like someone she would love. It was finally my turn to win her heart. I won't let her get hurt like her previous relationships.
I grabbed my best looking, casual outfit and pulled my hair up. I sprayed some perfume on myself and slipped into my shoes.
When I got to the park, Jenna was sitting on a swing under the moonlight. She looked as dazzling as ever but I had to put aside the goddess in front of me and fix what I did. I sat in the swing next to her and rocked a little bit.
“Do you..” she said in a small voice. She was probably disgusted with me but it was time I own my feelings.
“I like you. More than a friend. I have for a while now.” I struggled to get the words out but my apologetic self had more to add. “I completely understand if you don’t want to be friends anymore because of th-”
“I like you too.” Jenna said cutting me off. “I have for a really long time too.” She added with the cutest giggle afterwards. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the pink gloss I gave her earlier. She put some gloss on her lips and kissed me.
It was amazing. So many emotions washed over me all at once. We just sat there, kissing. It was so exhilarating.
A second later we both moved back and laughed. “This is so perfect.” Jenna said running her fingers through my hair. I smiled up at her then hung my head and gently swung.
“I want to grow old with you.”
“Me too.”
Off that note, we both agreed that we were dating and went home. We stayed up until dawn texting. I was overjoyed. I hopped over to my desk and typed up some poems. The best way to express myself. Jenna went to sleep so we texted our goodbyes and went to sleep.
“I fell asleep the happiest I could ever be.” I said to the crowd at our wedding. I saw Jenna over by the snack bar listening to my speech. She's still the most beautiful thing on this planet. We meet eyes and both smile.
“I have and will forever treasure her. She is my world and I don’t want to ever lose her.” I said before making my way off the stage to my beautiful wife. I kiss her on the forehead and tell her I love her.
For once, this world makes sense.
[Something More by Asher Finn]
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RvB Character’s SSBU Mains
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Church: Sonic main. Is convinced that playing as Sonic is "meta" and that somehow it means he's a pro. Sore loser. Swearing and screaming the entire match, even if he's winning.
Caboose: Kirby/Incineroar main. People tend to leave him alone during matches because he seems unskilled/too sweet, but if he gets his hands on you you're fucked.
Tucker: Classic Link main. Has mastered bombs, up B, and nothing else. He'd be better at the game if he focused on fighting rather than flirting.
Sister: Pikachu/Isabelle main. Down B is life as Pikachu. Closest of the BGC to pro other than Tex. You think she'd be flirting but she's here to win. Abuses the Isabelle glitch for as long as she can.
Tex: Dark Samus/Falco main. Will backhand you if you mention Zero Suit Samus. Is a pro but also a show off in the most subtle of ways. Is the only one who's beaten Carolina and she's way too proud of it.
Sarge: Bowser/Ridley main. Suicides as Bowser and side B's himself to death constantly as Ridley. Will complain that there's "too many fighters" and mutter about how he misses the N64 version (despite not maining any of those characters). 1v1’s Grif and loses every time.
Simmons: Chrom/Roy main. "Roy's our boy!" Can't get himself back on the map to save his life. Waits for everyone to thin themselves out before swooping in to finish them off. Gets mad when Grif mistakes which character he is.
Grif: Wario/Yoshi main. Plays Wario when he's just goofing around, but he'll switch to Yoshi if you piss him off/challenge him. Used to be pro but hated how competitive it was. Typically takes second or third place in full BGC matches, but almost always first in Red Team matches.
Donut: Peach/Kirby main. Can play fairly well on most of the characters but he loves Peach the most. Has mastered charge attacks but rarely uses them. Side B is life as Peach. Endless vore jokes as Kirby.
Lopez: ROB main. Would be a lot better if he gave a damn, but he's typically just a stand-in player. If left alone, he'll rewire his controller into something else entirely. Hogs items. Can't land his FS for shit.
Doc: Dr. Mario/Mr. Game & Watch main. Pretends to think that the game is too violent but secretly loves it. An unforgiving monster as G&W. Sucks as Dr. Mario but refuses to give up on him. If he gets an item run away at all costs.
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Carolina: Fox/Zero Suit Samus main. Primary plays Fox but will switch to ZS Samus for shits and giggles. Is impossible to get off the map and will bully you into a corner. Hates items. Will get pissed if killed by items.
Washington: Villager/Wolf main. Only mained Wolf in PFL, now he plays as the Villager because he finds it fun. Absolute monster if he's put into a small space with someone. Can switch to Random and still get in the top three.
York: Duck Hunt/Pit main. Is just here to have a good time/troll. Loves when items are on. Spams his FS and always gets someone with it. Actually not that great with his A moves but he still gets by.
Maine: King Dedede/Meta Knight main. Cannot believe no one got the Meta joke until it was too late. Terrible in the air but terrifying on the ground. Hogs all the items. Mad that no one wants to play with Spirits on.
North: Ice Climbers main. Never loses his other ice climber. Will throw himself off the map if he loses his other ice climber. Arguably the least aggressive player but he's still fairly good. Misses when his main was OP back in Melee.
South: Bayonetta main. You know why she mains her. Fucking incredible with her side attacks but falls off the map a lot. Doesn't pay attention to surroundings. Will deck you irl for spamming items.
CT: Sheik/Snake/Greninja main. Loves the "stealth" characters even though there's no stealth. Hides for most of the game before jumping in at the end, only to lose. If she goes down, you're coming with her.
Wyoming: Ryu/Snake main. Hates the game but hates sharing a main with CT even more. Spams aerial moves until he accidentally falls off the map. Fairly decent aim, but still can't land a single FS.
Florida: Wii Fit Trainer/Pac-Man main. Terrible at getting back on the map but even worse at melee fighting. Is arguably the worst at this game but the scary shit he says while playing keeps anyone from saying anything about it.
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Felix: Bowser Jr/Shulk main. Insufferable asshole who targets whoever's losing and destroys them. Lands FSs without even trying. Tried going pro but got banned from all the tournaments.
Locus: King K Rool/Lucario main. Really fucking good at the game because it's all he plays. Has unlocked all the spirits. Refuses to use spirits. Waits until there’s only one person left so he can 1v1 them.
Kimball: Palutena/Samus main. Is here to have a good time. Didn’t grow up with a lot of video games but she’s still fairly good. Enjoys ganging up on Doyle. Can actually take Carolina in a fight but doesn’t want to.
Doyle: Luigi main. Has never once played a video game but is still reasonably okay. Runs away at the first sign of a FS. Spams items out of fear. Humble loser.
Dr. Grey: Jigglypuff main. Acts like a cryptid for a majority of the match (you only see her when she’s grabbing items). Manages to catch everyone- even in an eight player free for all- with her FS. Worryingly quiet.
Palomo: Captain Olimar/Young Link main. Isn’t even good with YL but he wanted to match Tucker’s main (much to Tucker’s annoyance). Terrible at refreshing his Pikmin stock. Brags hardcore when he wins (not that it happens a lot).
Jensen: Daisy/Lucas main. You’d think she’d take it easy on people but she goes for the kill. Unabashedly goes for Palomo out of anger and spite. Do not test her. Forgets to use her FS despite being reminded that she has her’s ready.
Smith: Mario/Pokemon Trainer main. Doesn’t care that Mario’s FS is shit, he’s here to have fun. Will back off if he’s wailing on someone too hard. Cries on the inside when his Pokemon are knocked out as PT.
Bitters: Ness/Mewtwo main. The best out of the Chorus Kids, it isn’t even much of a competition anymore. Loves taking on Grif and/or Carolina because it’s a challenge. Sometimes shows off but he earned it tbh.
Matthews: Kirby/Little Mac main. Just here to have fun. Will hide by Bitters even if it’s not a team match. Side B’s to his death as LM. Really good with items and cries when Bitters won’t turn them on.
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The Director: Mario/Cloud main. Only playing because Carolina guilt-tripped him into it. Gets upset when he can’t figure out where he is in a crowded brawl. Is decent at the game because Allison made him play the older versions back in the day, but still not great. Yells a lot.
The Counselor: Mega Man main. Only plays MM because he recognizes him. Refuses to switch despite sucking as MM. If he lands a FS he gets way too proud about it. Low-key threatens to fire any Freelancer who really gangs up on him.
The Chairman: Ganondorf main. Hates this game more than anything else. Is infuriatingly slow and even when he reaches someone, he forgets to attack/misses. Doesn’t know how to FS and everyone hates him too much to explain it. Rage quits.
Sharkface: Inkling main. Blue Inkling all the way. Keeps forgetting to reload his ink. Stays as a squid and hops around the entire game. Surprisingly wholesome and has more fun than anyone else playing, despite never winning. Paints people blue and laughs.
Vic: ??? Random main. Talks non-stop the entire game and it’s the most infuriating thing. Wonderful at recovery, even on characters with shit recovery. FSs way too much.
((I’m fine with constructive criticism, but this was all made in good fun, so please don’t flip out about who plays who too much. Please note that I’m not caught up. I’ve only seen up to RvB13 and a few RvB14 episodes, but not many. Feel free to add future characters. Hope you all enjoy this!))
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Catch - Chapter 7
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So, here we are with the seventh chapter of a story I thought was going to be a one shot. The good news is you darling readers appear to like it, and Gold and Belle are flirting like crazy in this chapter :)
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As the lunch break approached the raft was almost finished. The barrels were tightly tied together to form the floats, and the planks they had found had been lashed into a platform. David and Mary Margaret had been teaching the rest of the group how to tie the knots they were using, it certainly wasn’t as easy as it looked. Mal, Lefou and Emma managed to tie themselves to one of the planks a few times, and need rescuing. Mary Margaret and David were both patient as they untangled them.
Mal aimed a kick at the rope and growled; “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong!”
Regina gave her a fast kiss; “Don’t worry darling, you’ll get it.”
Mal continued to grumble, but the smile on her face proved that she wasn’t angry at all. Gold was doodling on the note paper, there was a nagging feeling that they had forgotten something important. Whatever it was he couldn’t think of it at the moment. A headache had been building for the past hour or so, making him worried that he did have a concussion. He grimaced as Jefferson blew his whistle and called a halt. Ariel clapped her hands together and called everyone’s attention to her.
“Okay! Well done guys! We’ll stop for lunch now and then launch the raft this afternoon!”
The hotel had set a buffet on the terrace for them, and as the smell of food reached him Gold realized why he had a headache. He’d skipped breakfast and now he was ravenous. Belle eyed the plate he’d loaded up for himself with a smile; “Good to see your appetite is back,” – she carefully pushed his hair off his forehead, - “You’ve got a bruise though.”
Belle’s fingers were gently caressing his temple. Their eyes met and for a wonderful moment the air felt thick with possibility, just as it had this morning when they had woken up together. Gold leaned slightly into Belle’s touch hoping that the small gesture would convey more than any stammering words could that he was very open to wherever this new thing between them was heading.
“Ahoy! Shipmates.”
Killian’s overly-loud greeting broke whatever magic had been happening. Belle swore softly under her breath, a sentiment that Gold shared. He sat back in his chair and glared at Killian, Mal beat him to a comment which was probably for the best.
“I told you to sleep it off, Jones.”
He gave her what he clearly thought was a winning smile; “And I did and now I’ll fine and ready to pitch in with the raft.”
Mal stood up from the table; “A quiet word Mr Jones.”
She led him inside the hotel, out of sight of the rest of the team. Leroy blew out a breath; “Do you think she’ll let him join in?”
Emma shook her head; “I hope not, we’ve worked so hard this morning and you know what he’s like.”
Lefou snorted; “Glory hog.”
Mary Margaret nodded in agreement; “He tries to be, we all know that William does most of the work in his department.”
Gold ate quietly and listen to the list of complaints about Killian Jones. Before the retreat Mal had discussed the possibility with him about not renewing Jones’ contract at the end of the year. His behaviour this morning was grounds for dismissal, bring the company name in disrepute was not good for anyone’s career prospects. He suspected that Mal was currently giving Jones a warning about the thin ice he was skating on. Gaston had not featured in that conversation, but after his arrest and general behaviour it had already been decided that he was getting a polite ‘see you later’. Mal would most likely allow Jones to join the afternoon’s activity, and Gold could only hope his presence wouldn’t spoil the atmosphere.
Jones was subdued during lunch, but his characteristic swagger returned the instant he saw their raft.
“Well, it’s not how I would have done it, but I suppose there’s a chance it will float.”
Gold had a sudden urge to push Jones in the lake, and from the looks of everyone else’s faces he wasn’t the only one entertaining such thoughts. There wasn’t the same level of fun that there had been in the morning. Jones found fault with everything they did, but never seemed to have a better suggestion to offer. He was particularly critical of the knots they had used for not being ‘nautical’. He’d not been able to keep his mouth shut when he found out who had done most of the tying.
“Aha, David, never figured you for the kinky sort. One way to keep the little woman in line, hey?”
Mary Margaret looked ready to slap him. Apart from a bit of giggling when they had first worked out how the husband and wife had come by their rope knowledge, nobody had felt the need to mention anything about it. Their exploits were a private matter, but it was appreciated that they could bring their skills to bear in this task. Jones, however, couldn’t shut up about it.
“So, does the raft have a safe word? Are we all going to have to scramble to untie it if it taps out?”
Gold was fuming, but he couldn’t work out a tactful way to shut Jones down. A quick look at Belle confirmed that she was just as furious, but was floundering in the same way. They needed a stroke of inspiration and suddenly it hit Gold.
“Paddles!”
Jones turned around and gave him a lecherous grin; “Ooh are you kinky as well, Gold?”
Gold gripped his cane handle tight and pulled his best sneer onto his face; “We will need paddles to move the raft from the dock to the pontoon.”
Jones faltered for a moment and then grinned at Gold; “Ah, I was wondering when you’d work that one out.”
It was possible that the grinding of teeth could be heard several miles away, but it was Ariel stepped in with a sternly voiced comment; “This is a team effort Mr Jones, if you had noticed something that had been missed you should have raised that with the group. If you can not share such information, then you are not a team player.”
In the face of the irate red-head Jones stammered and stuttered. Belle leaned into Gold and whispered; “He looks like he’s been hit with a fish.”
Gold tried to hide his laughter in her hair as Jones rallied; “Well I’m sure we have the equipment, let’s take a look.”
Lefou and Leroy shared a meaningful look and by mutual agreement they went to assist Jones. Mary Margaret took several deep breaths as she stomped over to Gold.
“Please tell me that counted as a strike against him?”
Gold caught Mal’s eye and acknowledge her tight nod with a dip of his head. He fought against the urge to back away from the angry looking Mary Margaret in front of him, and said; “His behaviour has been noted, and it is not looking good for him.”
Mary Margaret glared at him and Gold had the sudden sensation of being savaged by a small, fluffy animal; “We don’t need his sort of shit, Gold. We are all better than that.”
“We are, and I am very sorry that it has taken this retreat for us in management to see how unpleasant it has been for you all working along side such idiots. Please accept my apologies.”
Her face softened and she reached out to cover his hand where it lay on his cane.
“Thank you, Gold,” – her eyes narrowed again, - “You and Mal fix it. Fast.”
Gold offered her his free hand, “We have a deal.”
Mary Margaret shook his hand and then ran off to help with the raft. Gold blinked as Belle bumped his shoulder; “Good on you Gold,” – she gave him a cheeky wink, – “I’m a witness to that deal and if you renege I will hold it against you.”
Gold knew she was serious, he was too, a change in their corporate culture was long overdue, but he couldn’t help giving Belle a sly smile and asking; “Anything else you going to hold against me?”
Her face took on such a shocked look that Gold thought he’d fucked up and overstepped. It had to be terrible form to make such a comment when he was promising to get rid of sexist oafs like Jones. Before he had could get his brain in order to beg her forgiveness Belle stood up on her tiptoes and pressed a fleeting kiss to his cheek.
“I’m sure I can think of something to hold against you once we are back in our room.”
Gold was glad he had his cane to hold him up as Belle danced away to help with the raft. He stood there for a moment looking after her like a dope before he caught sight of Regina who was giving him a pointed smirk. Gold pulled himself upright and cleared his throat and glared at the rest of the team.
“How are those oars coming along?”
“Excellent! Now are we ready to launch the raft?”
Belle, Lefou, Leroy, Regina, Emma and Killian were kitted out in life jackets, and gave a half-hearted cheer; those who were staying on dry land cheered louder for obvious reasons. Gold’s breath caught in his chest as Belle stepped onto the raft first. He whooped shamelessly when it stayed afloat under her weight. As everyone else stepped tentatively from the dock to the raft there were more cheers, so far their work was holding together. The paddles proved effective and everything looked great as they made their way to the pontoon. Mal was bouncing up and down next to Gold; “Look at what we did!”
Gold waved a frustrated hand at her; “It only counts if they make it back to dry land.”
“Oh damn. Go Team! Go Gina!”
Everything was going great, true the journey was more of a squiggle than a straight line, but considering the lack of rafting experience it was pretty good. Once they reached the pontoon it should have been a simple job of one person hopping off and grabbing the treasure chest. This morning they had planned that that person would be Regina, everyone was counting on her dancing trained feet to be fleet and rock the raft as little as possible. They had told Jones this, but when the moment came he decided to ignore the planning and shoved by Regina to claim the prize for himself. Gold watched in horror as Killian’s elbow bumped Regina making her wobble into Leroy, who staggered backwards and knocked Belle off the raft.
“BELLE!”
Ariel had donned a wetsuit and was already in the water just in case of accidents, but that didn’t stop Gold wading into the water to try to reach Belle. Mal followed him and stopped him from going further than his knees.
“Gold! Relax Belle is a great swimmer.”
Belle had already surfaced several feet from the raft and was bobbing in the water.
“Do we have the chest?”
Leroy gave her a thumbs-up from the raft; “See you on the shore, sister!”
With swift sure strokes Belle swam towards shore. Gold was there waiting for her, and at some point Mal had thrust a towel into his hands. Belle was barely upright before Gold had wrapped his arms and the towel around her.
“Are you okay?”
Belle shrugged out of her life jacket and snuggled into Gold’s arms; “I’m fine. Is the raft back yet?”
Gold peered down at her in surprise, he’d forgotten all about the raft. As they turned towards the dock the raft bumped against it and Regina stepped off with the treasure chest held high. Gold watched as Leroy and Emma helped Lefou onto the dock somehow managed to knock Jones into the water. Belle hid her laughter against Gold’s chest; “Serves the bugger right.”
Gold pulled her tighter and rubbed his hands up and down her back; “We need to get you out of these clothes.”
Belle tilted her head up to him just as he realised what he had said. Gold felt the blush racing up his face as Belle said; “I’m not the only one who’s wet. You are going to need to strip too.”
Regina and Mal had cracked open the treasure chest and discovered strings of brightly coloured beads. While Ariel and Jefferson pulled Jones out of the lake the team bounded over to Belle and Gold.
“We did it!”
“The raft stayed afloat!”
Mal draped a string of blue beads over Gold’s head as Mary Margaret dropped a gold string around Belle’s neck.
“We did it guys!”
The normally reserved Emma bounced over to them with a huge grin on her face; “We all got to wear our beads for dinner tonight!”
Dinner was five hours away and now they had completed this task their time was their own. Gold caught Belle’s eye and whispered; “How about a shower and a change of clothes?”
Belle’s fingers found their way into his hair at the nape of his neck; “Might need a bit of a snuggle under the duvet as well.”
“Yes madam.”
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The Summer (11/?)
The Summer (11/?) | Dan Howell has spent the last three summers at Camp Bergamot, but it’s never been quite like this before. This year, he faces a summer full of new friends, a new relationship, and an entirely new view on his own sexuality. Perhaps Camp Bergamot should be renamed camp self discovery for all the changes Dan has gone through, but one thing’s for sure - despite all the hiccups and the drama, he just might have found the love of his life. | Phan | Mature | Smut, Misunderstandings, Insecurity, Panic Attacks, Bullying, Minor Violence, Physical Fight | 300,000+ Words
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Chapter Eleven
Dan woke up feeling excited for the rest of the day. He hopped in the shower almost immediately upon waking, threw on some clothes he thought he looked good in, and made his way out of the cabin without waiting for Mariah. He was thrumming with the need to touch Phil that morning, to clasp their fingers together, and to just be with him before everyone else got there. He only hoped he would be able to spot him alone. Luck seemed to be on his side because he found Phil walking past the fire pit and called his name, waving excitedly. Phil jogged lazily over to him and then Dan was dragging him behind the cabins where nobody would lay eyes on them. Only then did Dan fling himself at his boyfriend, burying his face in Phil's hair and loving the way Phil was laughing about his excitement. "Morning," Dan mumbled, tightening his grip on Phil just a little bit more. He never wanted to let him go.
By morning, Phil was relaxed but tired, and he headed out to breakfast with the hopes of finding Dan first for even just a second of attention. He'd loved a hug right about then. He hadn’t so much as made it a few feet away from the front of his cabin before he was hearing a call of his name, and he turned and immediately grinned upon seeing Dan. He jogged lazily to him only for Dan to grip his hand and drag him behind one of the cabins. Phil was half expecting a kiss for all the secrecy, but wasn't disappointed when Dan threw himself into Phil's arms for a hug. It was nice, better than a kiss even, and made Phil chuckle. His face was practically pressed into Dan's neck, steaming up the glasses he always wore on Sundays. Plus, if Dan liked the look, Phil wasn't to give it up except for the days where he felt unhappy with them. "Morning," he greeted back, a whisper against the shell of Dan's ear. Dan squeezed him tighter, making Phil smile fondly and sighed against Dan as he closed his eyes and just stood there. "Wish we could stay like this all day," he whispered, a secret just for Dan.
Dan hummed in agreement, shivering at the way Phil's breath tickled his ear as he spoke in hushed whispers. The entire secrecy thing was pretty exhilarating, as if they had a huge secret that nobody else could know about except for them. Dan loved it, loved hiding behind the cabins just to be together, and loved sneaking little hand squeezes in when nobody else was looking. It made everything exciting, and although sometimes he just wanted to scream it for the world to know that Phil was his gorgeous boyfriend, he also loved this as well. "We could always ditch everyone else and just hug for an entire twelve hours," Dan joked. Before he pulled away, he rubbed his hands over the small of Phil's back, enjoying the way he felt in his arms. His fingertips brushed against a patch of skin where his shirt was riding up, and Dan rubbed his fingers over it for a moment before he pulled Phil's shirt back down and pulled away. "You look so good in your glasses," Dan told him and he bit his lip until he decided to be ballsy for a split second and kissed Phil's forehead. Immediately, Dan blushed and looked at the ground, but he was grinning so wide that he felt as if his face would split in half.
The feeling of Dan's fingers on his back was incredibly nice. For once, Phil hormones seemed to be under control, but he still liked the way it felt when Dan's fingers stroked over the soft, exposed skin, and he couldn't help being endeared by the way that Dan pulled his shirt down for him afterwards. Out of possessiveness, or just a need to keep Phil taken care of, he didn't know, but it was sweet and nice and more than Phil had ever had in his life. He hated when Dan had to pull away, so tempted to beg for those twelve hours of alone time, but let the other male go begrudgingly. Smirking slightly as Dan complimented his glasses, Phil was about to make a flirty remark in kind when Dan leaned up and pressed chaste lips to Phil's forehead. His eyes went wide and his heart stuttered and he was just left to stare at the other male as Dan avoided his gaze intently, grinning like he was proud of himself. Reaching out, Phil took Dan's arm in his hand, and drew him close, pressing calm lips to Dan's cheek in contrast to what he'd done, smiling softly when he pulled away. "That's definitely okay then?" he asked, always checking in. He wanted Dan to be as comfortable as he could be.
Dan didn't think he'd ever get tired of feeling Phil's lips pressing on the skin of his cheek. He beamed at Phil, happiness bubbling out of his throat in the form of a giggle, and nodded erratically. "More than okay," he promised, reaching forward and clasping their hands together. He nearly leaned forward and kissed Phil’s forehead once more but decided he'd been ballsy enough doing so already and just settled for another hug. "We should probably head to breakfast," he murmured after a moment, pulling away with obvious disappointment. He honestly could have just stayed there all day, but his stomach was growling at him to get food in himself. "Despite how much I'd love to skip breakfast with you, it's not healthy for you to keep missing breakfast. You're a fast growing teenage boy who needs a nutritious meal," he teased, poking Phil in the stomach and laughing at how ridiculous he sounded.
As Dan poked at his stomach, Phil let out an embarrassing half-moan, half-groan thing that couldn't even be saved by being erotic. It was just weird, which pretty much perfectly summed up Phil to a T. He would have blushed as well, except Dan was laughing at him with this fond, happy look in his eye, and Phil couldn't bring himself to be upset about making Dan laugh like that; his eyes crinkling up into cute little u-shapes, and his dimple cratering his cheek. Phil loved that smile. Phil wanted to put that smile on Dan's face forever.
The noise Phil made when Dan poked him in the stomach was a mixture of both erotic and funny, leaving Dan quite flustered but laughing. Somewhat a moan, somewhat a groan, Dan didn't know whether he should be turned on or if he should just make fun of Phil for it. In the end, he did both. He was giggling at Phil, poking fun at him for the noise, while Phil protested at him and poked him back. The touch went straight to Dan's dick but he ignored it, catching Phil's hand to squeeze their fingers together.
Phil grinned at him, and poked Dan's stomach as well. "Hey. Shut up. You should hear the sounds you make when I tickle you," he teased back, squeezing Dan's fingers before sighing reluctantly. "But you're right. We should get going. I am starving, and missing breakfast sucks." Dan smiled at him, squeezing Phil's fingers in reassurance that he wouldn't let it happen again, and then both boys were letting go of each other and talking casually as they made their way to the cafeteria. Phil's stomach growled, and Dan joked about it, and Phil felt himself go all warm. He was happy to have this.
They ended up making their way to breakfast soon after, and Dan was disappointed to have to let go of his boyfriend's grip. He caught sight of Mariah as soon as they walked in though, apparently a bit late due to their secret shenanigans. "Dan! Phil! Where have you been?" Mariah whined, and Dan chuckled, resisting the urge to turn and smirk knowingly at Phil. Instead, he shrugged and nudged Phil with his foot before walking towards their table, greeting Kim and Caleb. "I was running late and ended up finding this nerd as well." He bumped his shoulder into Phil's for emphasis and tried not to laugh at the look of disbelief on their friends' faces. "It's like I woke up in a fucking high school romance," Caleb muttered under his breath. Dan pretended not to hear him and dragged Phil to the buffet to get their food instead.
It didn't escape Phil's notice when Caleb made a comment under his breath about high school romances, and he was pretty certain it hadn't escaped Dan's notice either, but it made Phil laugh as Dan ignored it and merely dragged him and away and off to the buffet line for breakfast. It felt nice to have breakfast again for the second day in a row, and Phil's days of missing the most important meal of the day seemed to be over. Once back at the table, they filled Caleb in on the plan they'd made last night, and then Mariah started talking. "There's no pre-designated lunch time today. We can come in and eat when we want, so I was thinking that we could bring snacks to the theater hall and maybe just enjoy those until tonight? Then we can have a maximized movie day and hog the TV from everyone else," she explained, laughing as the others considered her idea and then decided it could be a good one. There were small take-away boxes hidden in the back that Caleb knew where to find from experience, and he was friends with the cooks, so he promised to pick up what he could when they were done eating. Plans sorted, Dan started another food fight, and Phil chucked a grape right at his head, where it bounced off and hit Mariah. "Damnit Dan, flirt somewhere else!" she complained, picking up said grape and tossing it at Dan's forehead again. Dan pouted, and Phil laughed at him, tossing another grape at him that Dan attempted to catch in his mouth this time, until all four of them were tossing food at Dan. By the time breakfast was over, Phil's stomach was aching from all his laughter.
Breakfast was definitely a blast. Dan was beyond happy to have all of his friends together, laughing and joking and throwing grapes all around the table at each other. Plus, seeing Phil's expressions as they made eye contact with each other was definitely his favourite thing in the world - the way Phil's eyes turned soft and his lips had that sweet smile reserved just for when he was looking at Dan. It made Dan's heart erupt in butterflies and made him feel dizzy with emotion. After breakfast, they swiped some take-away containers and stuffed various food items in it, making a quick getaway before any of the camp counselors could see them. They headed quickly to the theatre room to find that they were the first and only ones there, and they cheered at the realization. The 'theatre room' wasn't necessarily like a theatre in any way besides the fact that the camp decided it'd be a good idea to connect a projector to the room where it could display the movie largely on a screen on the wall. Then there were a few cushy armchairs and couches and bean bags sprawled across the room to let the students have a comfortable place to sit. They ended up choosing a movie called Shaun of the Dead, which was basically a dumb zombie movie that was a complete spoof. The lights were quickly turned off and everybody flung themselves into their desired seats. Dan ended up dragging Phil to one of the couches behind everyone else, trying to make it seem inconspicuous, but he just wanted to sit next to his boyfriend dammit. Nobody questioned it thankfully and they ended up curled on the couch next to each other, Dan's socked foot hidden under Phil's thigh.
Phil was relieved when Dan managed to find a way to get them alone, dragging him off to a sofa directly behind the one Kim, Caleb, and Mariah were all cuddled up on. Trying to be inconspicuous, they still sat at opposite ends, but Phil didn't mind when Dan ended up sprawling out anyway, tucking his feet up under Phil's thighs. The warmth of Dan touching him any where made Phil happy, and he couldn't wait for the day he could drag Dan to see a real movie and have the chance to pull the "arm over the shoulder" move on him. For now, he was just content with this, smiling at the movie on screen, and edging his hand under his own thighs so he could press a hand over Dan's socked feet. It should have been gross, but it just made Phil feel connected to Dan instead, and he sighed as he tried to focus on the movie rather than the warmth of Dan against him. He wished he could lean over and kiss him... Instead, he found his gaze wandering to the three in front of them, and found his brow crinkling a little when Caleb pulled the exact move Phil wanted to pull on Dan, on Kim. He watched Kim's shoulders grow heavy with disinterest, clearly uncomfortable, and glanced at Dan, who was smiling softly at him, happier than Phil had ever seen just to spend some time alone with him. Grimacing, Phil shut his eyes, and settled back in his seat. Fuck. He knew Kim was uncomfortable and would never blame him for not helping her, but... as much as Phil wanted to have some time with Dan... he didn't want to leave his friend like that. Scooting over as the movie progressed, Phil shifted Dan's legs until they were pressed shoulder to shoulder. Dan was giving him a quizzical look. "Don't hate me," he began, linking his fingers with Dan's for a quick squeeze, and holding onto him tightly thereafter. "But... I think Kim is uncomfortable. And there's room on our sofa... do you think... I want to invite her over here."
Don't get him wrong, Dan loved the way Phil was scooting over to him until their shoulders were pressing together. He could feel his thigh pressed against Phil's, almost no space between them, and it was making strange tingles crawl underneath Dan's skin until he could only think about Phil's thigh and how he wanted to rest his hand on it, maybe even squeeze it a bit. But at the same time, he didn't want the others to know anything was going on between them. He cast a nervous look at Phil, questioning him, and then Phil was tangling their fingers together and leaning over to whisper in his ear. Dan bit his lip as Phil's breath tickled his neck, making him shiver. There were goosebumps on his skin and he was imagining Phil leaning a bit closer to press his lips to his neck. And then he was processing Phil's words and he frowned a bit. He didn't hate Phil, of course he didn't, but he was a bit disappointed that he wanted to invite Kim over to their own little bubble. He thought they could maybe have their own time together, but he couldn't really say that to Phil. Instead, he clenched his teeth together and tried to pay attention to the movie where Shaun was walking through the streets completely oblivious to the fact that everyone was, well, dead. "I don't hate you," Dan said quietly and bit his tongue because a dumb pet name was about to come out with it. "It's fine. She can join us." Even if Dan didn't want Kim to come over here because she so obviously had a thing for Dan's boyfriend, he couldn't deny how uncomfortable she looked sitting next to Caleb with his arm over her shoulders. He felt bad for her, and he also didn't want to upset Phil, so he agreed despite his own disappointment.
Phil let out a relieved breath as Dan agreed to let Phil come join them, sounding disappointed but not angry with him. In an attempt to cheer him up and thank him for being so understanding, Phil leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, glancing at their friends to make sure they hadn't seen anything. "Thank you," he murmured, kissing him again quickly for good measure. "You're the best boyfriend," he teased, poking at Dan's side and making love eyes at him, pleased to note that Dan was blushing and looking incredibly pleased with the compliments and kisses. Giggling to himself, Phil stood up quietly and went to Kim's side. Caleb looked up first, and something annoyed curled between his eyes. Caleb was just about to open his mouth when Kim looked up, upset expression turning to a happy grin immediately. "Hey Phil," she whispered, eyes practically begging Phil to get her out of here. He smiled at her and offered her his hand. "Dan's stealing all the popcorn and I need your help keeping his grubby hands off of it," he teased, Mariah bursting into laughter at the words. She turned and glanced at Dan, who had indeed picked up the popcorn and was eating it now, and then back to Phil and Kim. "He's such a hog," she teased. Caleb was silent, and while Phil felt bad for him, he was more concerned with his own best friend. Kim stood and waved to Mariah and Caleb before making her way with Phil back to the other sofa. Before she could sit, Phil was settling down right next to Dan, the sofa small enough he could pretend that it was absolutely necessary for him to sit with his thigh pressed to Dan's. He was hoping it would make up for the fact that he'd ruined their time alone.
Dan couldn't help but admit that getting cheek kisses from Phil did make up for it a bit. And how Phil had called him the best boyfriend? Yeah, Dan almost wanted to faint like a girl straight of of an anime talking to her senpai. Thankfully, Dan didn't end up passing out, but his cheeks did heat up so much that he was wondering why he hadn't. He nearly turned his face a bit to press their lips together in a real kiss, but he didn't, half because he didn't want to have their first kiss in front of their friends and half because Phil stood up before he could actually go through with it. To distract himself from the way Phil was suddenly reaching out to grasp Kim's hand, Dan grabbed the popcorn and started to shove it into his mouth, probably looking like a chipmunk with a shitton of nuts in its mouth. He giggled at the thought. Dan truly was childish sometimes. A moment later, Phil and Kim were sitting back down with Phil sitting a bit closer to Dan which made him feel better about himself. He ended up curling his legs under himself, sticking his toes back under Phil's thigh as well as letting his hand linger a bit too close to Phil's leg. He let his fingers brush over the material of Phil's trousers, smirking a bit when Phil squirmed a bit closer as if he wanted Dan to just flat out put his hand on his leg. He didn't, obviously. Kim was too close, and they were hiding their relationship, so he enjoyed just allowing his fingers to rest innocently on Phil's thigh, pretending like he wasn't actually doing anything. Served him right for trying to get Kim involved in their alone time. (Even if Dan was only touching Phil because he wanted to).
Dan's hand pressing lightly to his thigh sent heat straight through Phil. He didn't know why it felt so nice to have Dan touching him so lightly, so casually and intimately, but it did, and he scooted a little closer in the hopes that Dan would give him more. The other boy didn't, letting his fingers stay lightly just pressed to Phil's thigh instead, his legs tucked up under him and pressing just under Phil's thigh as well, and Phil was left to just take what he could get, pouting and put out that he couldn't have more. What he wouldn't give to wrap his arm around Dan's shoulders and drag him into his body, holding him there and having Dan rest his head in the crook of Phil's neck. Just the image of it was making Phil sigh with regret. He still didn't want their friends to know about them just yet, though, anxious enough as it was to make things go right for Dan. The last thing he needed was for either of them to be pressured into wanting more too early on in their relationship. No one got to decide for them when the right time was to kiss, and Phil had watched his friends heart get broken by the pressure of a supposed straight boy trying to tell him how a gay relationship was meant to go. Phil wasn't going to let that happen to them, especially when Dan was still struggling with understanding himself. Phil let his hand drop down between their bodies, and pressed the side of his hand against the side of Dan's. Had he thought Kim wouldn't see, he'd have linked their pinkies, but as it was, he didn't. This would have to do for now.
The feeling of Phil's hand pressing against his own, not moving to hold his hand or anything, was enough to make Dan wish they could just hold hands and say fuck it to everyone who they were trying to hide this from. He didn't think it'd be this hard to hide their relationship, but it was. It was hard because Dan just wanted to touch Phil, to lean into him and to maybe even sit in his lap. Dan could picture himself climbing into Phil's lap and nestling into his touch, Phil's arms wrapping around his waist and his chin resting on his shoulder while they watched the movie. Dan almost gave in. He wanted to do it so bad that he had to physically hold himself back, hands shaking a bit as he tried to stop the stupid wanting from filling him and making him do something rash. Dan pouted a bit, trying to focus on the movie and a bit sad that they'd gotten through a relatively good portion of it and he couldn't even remember anything that had happened so far. Phil cast him a questioning look, seeming as if he was going to say something, and then Kim was leaning over and whispering in Phil's ear, taking his attention away from Dan. Dan pressed his lips together and grabbed a handful of popcorn to shove it angrily into his mouth. Damn his stupid jealousy.
Phil had intended to do his best to give Dan as much of his attention as possible even with Kim sitting next to them, but he quickly found that it was far harder than he'd anticipated. The happy chills of having Dan so close to him were being replaced by vague annoyance every time Kim leaned over to talk to him, and he hated himself for that. He didn't want to be annoyed with his friend, didn't want to drop everything for a relationship when he'd spent so much of his life having so little friends, but he couldn't help it, seeming able to feel Dan's annoyance coming off of him in waves. Phil wanted nothing more than to calm him down, remind him that Phil was his, but he couldn't when Kim was so close. He suddenly wondered if hiding this had been a good idea, and then glanced at Kim's face and realized that she just missed him. He'd been spending a lot of time with Dan lately, had been leaning into him at all of their meals, leaving Kim to make friends with Caleb and Mariah while Phil flirted and messed about. Suddenly, he felt terrible, and when Kim leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, he didn't protest. Eyes straight ahead, Phil swallowed and took Dan's hand in his, quickly hiding the gesture between their bodies, and squeezing so hard he thought he might be hurting him. Dan squeezed back equally as hard, and Phil closed his eyes. He didn't mean to be hurting either of his friends, and yet here he was. Sighing heavily, Phil settled in for a long afternoon of juggling two very important people in his life.
It wasn't fair. While Dan wanted to be able to hold Phil's hand but couldn't because they were babies who wanted to hide their relationship, Kim was all over Phil, and he couldn't really say anything about it, especially when his behavior was so unjustified. He was just a jealous person, damn it, and seeing Kim resting her head on Phil's shoulder was practically torture. Phil didn't object though and seemed fine with it (despite how he'd gripped Dan's hand so hard he thought he'd break his bones) so Dan couldn't object to it. He wouldn't let his jealousy get in the way of Phil's happiness, especially since restricting Phil was a pretty toxic thing to do. He'd be happy with what he could get, and he felt slightly better with Phil holding his hand like this but still a bit agitated, his leg doing that annoying bounce thing that made his entire body shake. Phil didn't seem to mind though, especially not when he'd seemed nearly as fidgety as Dan was. The movie went by in a blur, Dan thankful that he'd already seen it because he wasn't able to focus at all. Apparently they were in the mood for the same movie director because they ended up turning on Scott Pilgrim Vs the World after they'd finished Shaun of the Dead, and Dan was thankful because this was his favourite movie of all time. He ended up breaking his envious eyes away from Kim and absorbed himself into the movie, trying not to think about how his boyfriend was cuddled up to another woman. It worked. Kind of.
The movies went by in a blur. Phil didn't pay attention to any of them, too overly sensitive to everything that was going on around him to focus on any one thing. Caleb kept shooting daggers at Phil, and Kim kept murmuring commentary to Phil while Dan seemed to be exuding annoyance next to him, though once they changed the movie, he seemed a lot more focused on being entertained than he had been before. Eventually, Phil ended up sighing and closing his eyes, leaning back and just trying to ignore it all. He wished that things could be more simple than this, but for now, he was trapped, and for the most part that was fine. He had Dan's hand in his, slightly sweaty fingers clinging together aggressively, and he had his best friend cuddled up next to him in the most platonic embrace he'd ever been able to take. He'd much rather that be Dan, but he'd take what he could get, and he was already planning a moment for the two of them to be alone together later, so Phil could make up for all the cuddling he'd done with the wrong person. He just hoped Dan wasn't too angry with him.
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"I mean, the last one was kind of corny," Caleb was complaining, eyes still darting daggers at Phil. They were all still sat in the sofa’s, Mariah and Caleb turned around so they could stare over the back of theirs. Kim was holding his hand, and Dan looked thunderous, though it was clear he was trying to hide it. Phil pretended not to notice, wanting to give his best friend some comfort for having ditched her so much these last two days - he also had a feeling she was trying to ward Caleb off by touching Phil so much.
Don't be upset, don't be upset, don't be upset. The mantra had basically taken over Dan's mind at this point, making it hard for him to concentrate on anything at all. He was also getting quite pissy in general, which was never a good thing for him. He could practically feel himself getting acne as the day moved forward. Caleb kept sending rude glances Phil's general direction that were pissing Dan off to no end. Just because he had a crush on a girl didn’t mean he had to take it out on his friend. But then again, isn't that kind of what Dan was doing? Except not really because he kept his annoyance to himself, allowing Phil to hold both his and Kim's hand and also trying to make casual conversation with Kim despite the fact that he really just wanted to bite her head off and claim Phil as his to get her to back off. As long as Phil didn't say anything about it, though, neither would Dan. After nearly three hours of those stupid glares Caleb kept throwing, Dan snapped. It was as soon as they finished Scott Pilgrim and Phil had been holding Kim's hand for a while now, which was fine. Dan was fine. Caleb kept making daggers at Phil, leaned over to Mariah and whispered something in her ear which made her shove him and chuckle. "Caleb will you stop being a fucking baby?" Dan snapped, glaring at his friend. He felt Phil tighten his grip, most likely to calm him down, but he was already built up so much that he was unable to at this point. Caleb seemed taken aback, his eyebrows raising into his curly brown hair. "What'dya mean?" he mumbled and Dan snorted, trying to lose his demeanor a bit. He didn't want to offend Caleb, he just wanted him to stop throwing those dumb glances at Phil. "Keep your dick in your pants, man. We're all friends here. Start acting like it." At that, Caleb ducked his head into his chest, looking extremely embarrassed. Dan hadn't meant to call him out, he really hadn't, but he couldn't be bothered by feeling guilty about it. He understood when Caleb called him an asshole without any sort of toxic tone to his voice. Maybe Dan was an asshole, but at least he wasn't someone to get so jealous that he outwardly hated someone simply for being affectionate.
Phil's fingers automatically tightened around Dan's, trying to calm him down as he suddenly seemed to implode with pent up annoyance and frustration, taking it out on his friend. Phil didn't want Dan to be fighting with anyone, let alone someone he'd known for three years, and he was already beginning to feel a little tense when it all seemed to blow up in their faces. Caleb's face went a dark red, as did Kim's, who Phil knew had been trying to avoid the whole thing outright. And then, suddenly - "I'm gay!" Kim blurted out, hiding her face in her hands and letting go of Phil's. Instantly, Phil was releasing Dan - shooting him an apologetic look as he did so - and pulling Kim into his chest with both arms wrapped around her. "Hey, shh, you don't have to," he tried to reassure her, but Caleb and Mariah and Dan were all looking at her with incredibly startled faces, jaws practically hanging open. Kim shuddered against Phil, and then sat up straight, pulling out of Phil's arms decisively, and glared at all four of them. "I have a girlfriend, and my parents sent me here because they're not okay with it, and the only way to keep me from her was to make me come to camp for a month!" Phil bit his lip. Kim hadn't been afraid to share that truth with him from the very beginning, but she'd expressed an interest to him that she wanted it to remain between just them for now. She'd thought she could trust Phil from the beginning, but rejection was not uncommon to her, and she hadn't been ready to face that possibility before now. Phil reached out and squeezed her hand again, but Kim was staring at Caleb now. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to lead you on anymore."
The entire room went silent and Dan could feel himself freeze. Kim was gay? And had a girlfriend? The knowledge that he really and truly had nothing to worry about Kim in the first place made Dan feel like the world's biggest asshole. He felt Phil's hand fall from his grip and decided right then that he was the worst boyfriend ever. Here he was, assuming Kim had been all over Phil, when really she was just the same way as Dan and liked the affection. As someone who liked affection himself, he should have known and he was a fucking dick. "Thank you for telling us," Dan told Kim quietly while Phil tried to comfort her. He cleared his throat and tried to make it easier to speak for himself. He wanted to apologize to her and also to Caleb, who looked absolutely heartbroken. But he also wanted to apologize to Phil for being a jealous wreck. "You didn't have to tell us that at all, but thank you for doing so. We're all here for you and the last thing we want is for you to get hurt because of our dumb asses." Dan looked around at his friends, at Phil who was gripping Kim's hand tightly, and Dan didn't feel the slightest bit jealous anymore. He grinned at Kim and held out his arms. "Group hug?" he suggested, and then everyone was launching out of their chairs to envelope Kim in a large and slightly too warm hug. "Guys!" she giggled, trying to push them off. "It's fine, I'm fine! Stop trying to suffocate me!" They moved away after a moment, and it was Caleb's turn to stare abashedly at the ground. "I'm sorry for coming onto you. I should have asked if you were comfortable with it." He looked up at her and smiled shakily. "Friends?" Kim grinned and nodded happily. She looked absolutely shining, full of a room of people who liked her and were accepting of her, her entire face filled with wonder. "Friends," she agreed.
Phil wasn't looking at Dan, afraid that he'd see something like anger at Phil for having not told him about Kim, the girl Phil had been able to tell Dan was a little jealous of last night. His fingers were instead tight around Kim's as he tried to catch her determined gaze with an offer of comfort in his own. Only Dan began talking, then, thanking Kim with a voice so warm Phil had to turn and look at him. Dan's gaze was soft, a little surprised, but mostly more warm towards Kim than it ever had been before. Phil's shoulders relaxed, and he laughed as Dan and the others all surged in for a group hug, his own arms tight around Kim, even as she batted the rest away. Phil shoved his face in her neck, and laughed there, glad she'd gotten to have this acceptance, open-minded and easy. So much different than anything else she'd ever had before. "At the very least, when we say there's plenty more fish in the sea, we're probably offering you the whole sea," Phil teased as he looked at Caleb, who shrugged and grin. "I mean. That's true enough," he agreed, with Phil just happy that he'd cheered the mood of the room up a little bit. It really had been a summer of discovering sexualities so far, and Phil only hoped it would get better. "Got your eye on anybody else?" Phil asked, truly curious. "Or was Kim it for you?" he teased. "She's a man-eater, you know. Literally. Wouldn't let one get near her if they wanted to keep their dick." The others laughed, with Caleb shaking his head ruefully, a glint coming into his eye as he stared Phil down, apparently about to exact his revenge. "Well, once Dan here accepts the fact that he likes dick, I'll finally be able to make my move." Phil choked, coughing and spluttering as Kim and Dan alike slapped at his back, and Phil was left to turn a glare up at his new friend who seemed to want nothing more than to embarrass Phil for his obvious attraction to Dan. If only he knew he'd already gotten what he wanted. "As if he'd have you," Phil replied once he'd collected himself. "Alright, Children. I think we've hogged the theater room long enough, don't you think? Let's eat our snacks and find something else to do," Mariah piped in, shoving her hand over Caleb's mouth before he could retort and sending Dan an apologetic smile that she didn't seem to think Phil would see. Shaking his head to get rid of the competitive bits of him, Phil sat up with a smile. "I was thinking we could head back to the game room? I've got a score to settle with Howell."
After agreeing to go back to the gaming lounge, Dan and Phil detached for a moment while Phil was talking in hushed voices to Kim and Dan was trying to spend some time with his best friends that he'd been neglecting. "Phil really is a cutie, isn't he?" Mariah murmured quietly so Phil wouldn't be able to hear them. Dan wanted to laugh and tell her to back off, but he didn't, choosing instead to hum. Caleb nudged Dan with his shoulder, winking at him. "When are you gonna ask him on a date, you lovesick bastard?" he teased and Dan snorted, rolling his eyes. If only they knew. "Ah yes, I'll just take Phil on a date to the dining hall. Sounds pretty romantic to me." His friends laughed and Dan felt warmth in his entire body. He would never get over how much he loved his friend group. Dan sighed and watched as Phil threw his head back and laughed at something Kim had said, showing a beautiful expanse of porcelain skin. Dan wanted to just kiss the skin there, maybe even leaving little purple marks as well. He really should just get over himself and kiss the boy already. He was craving it, more than he'd ever wanted something before, and he didn't understand why he was holding himself back when he was so certain. Caleb threw his arm over Dan's shoulders right before they found the gaming lounge, sheepish smile on his face. "I really am sorry about being rude to Phil," Caleb told him. "I thought he was trying to steal my crush." Dan smiled and bit the inside of his cheek, letting out a chuckle. "Don't worry, mate. I was thinking the same thing." With that, he winked at his friends who were gaping at him before he waltzed into the gaming room. So what if they knew he had a crush on Phil? It was basically obvious by now. He could only imagine their faces when they found out that he and Phil were actually dating.
The moment they walked into the gaming lounge, they found it wasn't nearly as deserted as the last time they'd been there. In fact, there were plenty of people playing, hoarding the video games and standing in lines for a turn, while others played at pool and ping pong. There was a spare foosball table open that Phil snagged immediately upon seeing it, waving Dan and the others over excitedly. "Who wants to see me get my revenge?" he joked, excited for the prospect himself. Dan stepped up, a grin dancing at the edge of his face, and his dimple popping while he laughed at Phil. "This hardly seems fair to you. I'm the foosball champion," he joked, to which Phil smirked and said "Prove it, then." Mariah was the one to get the ball going, setting it down in the middle and waiting for the magic to happen. The first loud crack of the ball startled everyone except Dan and Phil, who were staring intently at the longboard and grasping for handles to spin their players and send the ball flying across the opposite way and into each other's goal posts. Phil was the first to score, not bothering to cheer as this was serious business, and they were off again, with the others stood watch, terrified at the loud, horrifying sounds of a too emphatically played game of foosball. Phil didn't have time to feel bad, his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth in concentration, his hands quick on the bars, spinning them with deft precision and ease which really just meant a lot of concentrated flailing, until the score was dead even, and both boys were panting and glaring at each other. Phil could still see that soft smile pulling at the corners of Dan's lips, felt his own curling in response, his eyes going soft and delighted. Phil was just about to call a truce when Dan's fingers suddenly worked against his polls, and the foosball struck home for the final time. "Cheater!" Phil groaned, taken aback as Dan winked at him and started cheering, throwing himself at their friends for a large group hug, and ignoring Phil entirely, who couldn't believe his boyfriend had done that to him.
Dan didn't feel bad, not really. He loved competition, basically lived for it, so any prospect of challenge was basically a death wish when playing against Dan. Even when Phil glared at him, a small pout on his lips, Dan didn't feel the slightest bit guilty. He’d won fair and square, and his boyfriend was just going to have to deal with the fact that Dan was at least better at foosball than Phil was. Besides, after Phil won their competition last time, he had to get his revenge (even if he hadn't been upset in the slightest for having to get all of that paint out of Phil's hair). When they calmed down a bit and Phil seemed to have relaxed from his loss, Caleb started exclaiming in excited whispers about how he'd smuggled Cards Against Humanity into his suitcase. Apparently he had even brought a few expansion packs as well as a spoof expansion called 'Crabs Adjust Humidity'. Dan almost pissed his trousers upon hearing that. While Caleb left to grab the game, Dan slipped to Phil's side and bumped their shoulders together, smiling. "Cheer up, buttercup," Dan said softly. When he saw that Mariah and Kim weren't paying attention, too into their own bubble, he linked their pinkies together, smiling softly. "I'll make up your loss to you later." He didn't know what he meant by that, but he still winked anyways, enjoying the way Phil's cheeks turned a rosy pink.
It wasn't fair. Dan was a sneak, a dirty cheat, and then he came up to Phil and had the balls to flirt with him, promising nothing and everything all at once. Dark blush filling his cheeks, Phil couldn't help wondering what Dan would have planned for later, if he had anything planned. It felt so good to just know that he did plan for them to have some alone time, though, because Phil craved alone time with his boyfriend, craved a chance to spend some actual good quality time with him, even if it was just cuddling. Phil missed the cuddling already. For the nearly three days now that they'd been together, Phil had more than once just wanted to walk right up to Dan and press into him, or hold his hand - anything to incite some physical connection and comforts. He strongly felt they were doing the right thing keeping this from their friends, though, and decided he needed to just get over himself and ask Dan to spend some time with him after dark. Just them, alone, with no pressure. Phil wanted that more than anything. He'd love to go stargazing with Dan again. Eventually, Caleb was returning and drawing the rest of the group out to where he'd set the game up, hidden just inside the tree line at a clearing that wouldn't get them into trouble if they were caught, though the game might. "I've never actually played this before," Phil said as they all sat down, with the other four quickly looking at him in surprise. "The weird kid, remember? I don't have that many friends," he said, laughing it off. "Oh, man. You're in for some crazy fun, Phil," Caleb said, grinning, and then began to explain the mechanics to Phil while Dan settled in on one side of him, and Kim on the other. Their thighs touched, and Phil's skin prickled at the feeling.
If Dan had to use one word to describe how he was during Cards Against Humanity, it was 'annoying'. If he had to use two words, then he'd be 'fucking annoying'. In Dan's defense, it was a funny game. Everybody cackled every time a card was read aloud and the cards were some of the most ridiculous things he'd ever heard in his life. Nobody could blame him when Dan laughed so loud that he sounded like a hyena and ended up a hot mess with tears running down his cheeks. Phil and Kim seemed surprised by the sudden change of behavior, how Dan could hardly finish reading a card without bursting into unstoppable laughter, but Caleb and Mariah just rolled their eyes and told him to just 'shut the fuck up for once, oh my god.' Phil's thigh was pressed against his own, making Dan a bit more giddy than usual, and he enjoyed the way his arm would 'accidentally' brush against Phil's leg if he moved (Or flailed, in his case) in just the right way. "Okay, okay," Dan said, clapping and trying to take a breath to calm down. It was his turn to draw a black card for the others to put their white cards down for him to pick from. He drew a black card and waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Serious question, guys. What is my guilty pleasure?" Immediately, his friends were wracking their brains to figure out which card to put down, brows furrowed in concentration. Caleb slapped down a card so fast that it made a loud slapping noise on the ground and Dan raised his eyebrow. He picked up the cards when everyone was finished and started reading them aloud. "Apparently you think my guilty pleasure is watching spongebob naked, a home video of Oprah Winfrey sobbing into a Lean Cuisine, the blood of christ, and-" Dan's eyebrows shot up so high that they got trapped under his fringe. He let out a hyena laugh as his face turned red and looked around the group with disappointment. "Daddy's belt," Dan finished, and the entire group erupted with immature giggles. He ended up choosing 'Daddy's belt' and watched with wide eyes as Phil claimed the card, smirking at Dan. It made him think that maybe Phil wasn't quite as innocent as he let on.
The best bit about the game was realizing very quickly that he could get away with saying just about anything in the right context, and it really left Phil's mind to be free. His strangeness wasn't always appreciated, but he never had to own up to it when the others didn't get it or didn't find it funny, and there was a constant jokey stream of "I'm just getting rid of my junk cards!" that always helped to protect Phil the first few turns round. It wasn't a difficult game to get used to, but Phil was quickly noticing a pattern. Each of his friends had a different sense of humor, and what might have won Phil's curry didn't always win everyone else's. After the first few rounds, Phil began to play cards tailored towards different people, but it didn't really work out for him until Dan was asking for his guilty pleasure, and Phil's gaze was alighting on "Daddy's belt." He smirked, played it, and almost didn't expect to win, but when he did, he waggled his eyebrows suggestively at Dan, and dissolved into amused giggles all over again, drawing his own black card to play. His sides were aching from all the laughter so far, and his skin burned every place Dan touched. The harder Phil laughed, the more he used it to his advantage in order to press into Dan, and as the game was winding down from excessive giggles and breathless abandon, Phil allowed himself to fall over until he was literally laying in Dan's lap, face buried in his crossed legs as he laughed. The card currently in his hand was "a bigger, blacker dick," and he threw it on the ground with a thumbs up while he laughed uncontrollably, unsure why it was even so funny at this point.
Dan almost had a heart attack when Phil threw his face into Dan's lap. It made him jump a little but he was grinning and laughing, and the way Phil felt leaning into him was the best thing in the entire world, something that Dan had missed so much. He wondered if Phil would be up for sneaking out with him that night, to spend a little bit of alone time together and to get away from the other’s watching eyes. He would have to ask later because for now, he had Phil's face practically buried next to his crotch and Dan was trying very hard to concentrate on not getting turned on. He could feel the little puffs of breaths that Phil was letting out as he laughed, and it was driving Dan insane. Mariah cast him a knowing glance and Dan glared at her and rested his palm in between Phil's shoulder blades, pretending to rub as if he was comforting him. Really, all he wanted to do was tangle his fingers into Phil's hair, but that wasn't exactly 'friendly'. Phil didn't bother to lift his face from Dan's legs for a while, probably craving Dan's touch as much as Dan was. Before they knew it, they had played through the entire deck of cards and Dan's abdomen hurt from the amount of laughing he'd done. He was sure that he'd probably gotten a six pack just from this game. After counting their cards, it was Phil who won, and everyone made fun of him for being the 'worst person in the world', all in good fun. Dan came in last because he found stupid cards funny that nobody else did, such as 'sharks with legs' and 'geese'. By that time, it was already nearing time for dinner, and Dan was surprised because they'd spent three fucking hours just playing this stupid game. No wonder he'd gotten a six pack.
It shouldn't have been something to be proud of, and yet Phil was when he started to count through his black cards with a large grin only to realize he definitely had more than everyone else. His eyes sparkled as he turned to stick his tongue out at Dan - they were back to even when it came to their competitive streak, and Phil was hoping to overbalance that in his favor soon. "I'm the best person," he argued back, wishing he could lean back into Dan again, only he no longer had an excuse to do so. He did take Dan's offer of a leg up when he stood and dusted himself off before Phil, clasping their hands together and practically melting into the way it felt to finally be able to do that again. All he could hope for was Dan willingly letting them sneak off later. But for now, it was dinner time.
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Be One Team! ....not....
so yesterday was a 삼파전 friendly match with both Ewha and Yonsei....i ran for 50 minutes, one 25 minute game as a substitute Ehwa player (which was awesome! it’s so much fun playing on a team with so many girls who are way better than me and have their shit together...) and then on my own team against Yonsei. I was pretty exhuasted though.....i’ve been exercising as much as possible on my own lately and playing futsal with the men....and i DID notice the difference in my endurance but it was fucking 35 degrees and 85% humidity with long sleeved uniforms on and i felt like dying....after that i played goalkeeper (cause goddammit we still have no one else who will do it...) for the last 25 minute game against Ehwa who teamed up with substitutes from Yonsei and they formed like the “dream team” and kicked our butts of course.
Plus. I had a HUGE blister on my ankle that burst and it was so painful i could barely move even in goal so my timing was really off and my jumps were short...and i’m glad i stopped running after that cause god it hurt....but also the ehwa girls are freaking amazing. This one player, I admire her, she has excellent technique as an attacking midfielder and can make hella accurate shots in all the tight corners that most amateur goalkeepers struggle to reach. Part of me wishes I could ask their captain if I could like join a couple practices once in a while because i just wanna get better! and playing with better players who also let you take the ball, call for passes and you can trust them to be in a place where you can send them the ball....it really helps!
It’s not like my team where the older/more skilled girls tend to just hog the ball and sort of overtake the other players. It’s one thing to happen to be faster and be able to cover or backup when your teammate slips up or just can’t get to the ball or the attacking offender fast enough....but actually coming up to me mid-play and taking the ball away from me right under my feet when I had open space in front of me and was ready to go and had a great opportunity to send a good pass up front or dribble it down the field myself...doing that and saying “i’ll do it” and not even belng like “i’ll do it you go over there!/cover that girl!” nothing like that....is fucking rude. This happened to me by one of the alumni who came to play with us.
I actually secretly have an issue with some of them and their superiority complex. Yes, they are experienced players. yes, most of the ones that still show up were sports education majors and therefore not only had long experience as an FC Elise member but also playing sports in general. Yes, they are good. Maybe they used to be better when they were still active, but they are still better than most of our current players.
I hate how when they are invited to play with us, it’s not just because we don’t have enough people and need spots filled but sometimes i feel like my teammates who are in more “administrative” positions due to their years on the team, respected skill level, or actual appointed position invite them because they just want to use them so we can win....because we obviously alone cannot win, not yet....not at the level we are at. Especially against our rivals, Yonsei, and great teams like Ehwa. Getting your butt kicked is shameful and humbling. but it should be motivation for the current members to get their act together and work harder on their own, and put 200% effort when they do show up to practice. Yeah, we’re just a club team. We practice only once a week during the break. twice a week during the semester. hardly at all....so we should make the most of that time working on team building skills, technical skills, and tactical skills. Instead sometimes it’s just playing around with ball....
on top of that, I had an issue with how we haven’t been doing a team warmup and stretch or cooldown lately. Not during practices, not during scrimmages...which not only is detrimental to our health as athletes (and amateur athletes who DON’T train all year round or have access to physiotherapists and sports doctors...we should ALL be warming up and cooling down properly.
When this happens and the same girl keeps twisting her ankle or pulling a muscle i can’t help but think well gee this could have been more easily prevented if she had stretched.
But also we should be doing it automatically as a TEAM. it’s part of building team synergy and balance among the players. You train together, you warm up together, you cool down together, you play together. In my years of experience playing on a team, even as new girls join and older members graduate or move on to something else or get injured and have to quit, that team energy gets passed down. If an alumni showed up to play with us or give some pointers or feedback during a practice, they would still warm up with us. They have no responsibility to LEAD, but if you show up to be a part of the team for one part, you have to be a part of the team for all other parts too.
one of the freshman and I were like trying to tell the co-captain, to remind her like hey we should warm up but she just sort of ignored us and was so overwhelmed (it was her first time alone, as our captain is currently traveling abroad to visit her brother) by figuring everything out that we didn’t warm up at all. And then at the end we didn’t cool down either. i did some stretching on my own....but like it wasn’t enough and the way we ended like that just sort of felt...off. Anti-climactic. It’s okay if we all have to go our separate ways, and can’t all join the after party gathering....but when you are playing a sport that requires teamwork, all aspects related to that sport should be conducted as a team as well.
So i was a bit frustrated with this situation, so i messaged our director and wrote what i wanted to say in the announcements chat room (which is the only chat room that the alumni are also in) and he corrected some of the grammar for me, and we talked about it and he said that what I was trying to say was absolutely correct, and that I should upload it for everyone to read. He also confided in me some of his frustrations with my team and how he was really trying to make us better and at least leave us with the skills to be able to grow and learn but the issue was the players’ lack of personal motivation and passion. he even made a analogy with me about learning Korean. Students show up to class, but if they don’t study the words on their own or practice outside of the classroom or don’t participate often during the class, then what else can the teacher do?
And one of my teammates replied....conveniently after the director left the chatroom because actually he’s done being our director now because he’s leaving to do his PhD abroad....and while she somewhat agreed with what I said she also made the excuse that our team co-captain was her first time alone and running the show and that she just forgot...
I wasn’t blaming the co-captain for not doing her job. Of course she was busy and distressed about other things. The issue that I have is that we as a team should already have this basic thing as warming up automatically scripted into our routine. Show up on time -> change clothes-> get ready->warm up->do partner ball skill practice-> passing->>and keep doing that until it’s either game time or captain/co-captain instructs otherwise. And because it’s not, getting people to do it even when the co-captain is busy and forgets is even more difficult. And furthermore, a lot of the alumni show up and somehow believe they are exempt from this process. My captain said “oh well, they are older so we should respect them, and they always say no, because it’s hard for them being older” and I’m like UH NO BECAUSE THEY ARE OLDER THEY SHOULD DEFINITELY BE DOING A WARMUP because injury prevention, duh. Or at least being like, “hey you kids why aren’t you warming up? hop to it, you know what to do!” but they never do that either. I think because they too don’t know the significance of a strict and consistent team warmup routine. so this bad habit has been passed down even from them...so i posted the announcement talking about how in the future, we should warm up and cool down together because its important for keeping us safe but also for building our team. Our team motto is supposed to be “Be One Team!” but it’s not like that at all, especially lately! which for me, is so frustrating!
But who am I to jump out and say something? Not to disrespect the alumni (only one of them is actually older than me so, meh) and my Korean is weird especially with this kind of topic, and I’m not Korean nor am I like one of the best players or anything so who would listen to me? what merit or credibility do i have besides my age to get the respect and understanding from my teammates? So i’ve been staying pretty quiet about a lot of things. But ever since the new director started speaking out about the same things i was feeling I knew that I had the right to speak up and say something.
But a few of my teammates responded to me like “you should talk to the captain or co-captain separately first before posting a message like that.”
Well, I asked the coach (who until today was indeed our coach) if it was okay and he said it was, and even agreed with me and added his own message...
i dunno.
Rather than make excuses just be like, yeah you’re right we should! and then leave it at that or contribute ideas to make that happen, instead of including the “well, this and this happened, so that’s probably why...” cause it still seemed like you were coming at me as if i was attacking the team captain for not being up to my standards....no that was not it. argh!
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