#I have said image of me as a baby looking pissed as fuck btw

[cyborgraptor]

this is a totally personalized statement from me, but BG3 really did release at a perfect time for people in their late 20s and up (30 for me). the reason WHY all the characters are relatively attractive is because they look around my age or older. if I was a teen still and it had teen characters, I'd probably feel the same, but it's rare to have such a diverse cast with unique faces and wrinkles that isn't all muddied together, like "vaguely looks young adult". hell, I've had forehead wrinkles since I was a baby when I raised or lowered my brows, and I do not recall the last time a woman in a game HAD THAT (from what I've played)

#I have said image of me as a baby looking pissed as fuck btw #but also I can say the same thing about Illidan. I'm not kidding LMAO #I USED TO HATE ILLIDAN I THOUGHT HE WAS SO UGLY #NOW HE'S A STATUE LOOMING OVER ME ON MY SHELF EVERY DAY #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

[ineffectualdemon]

I asked for imaging of my lower back because of the amount of pain I'm dealing with back in August

I finally got the MRI in for a week tomorrow. So a week after I have my MRI for my brain

So that's fun

I have never had a MRI before....I think

I may have actually

I had to go in and get something imaged when I was a teenager but because I was claustrophobic they gave me pills that made me so fucking high I actually thought I was in a rocket ship

So I don't know if that was an MRI or a different machine

This time I'm not being drugged so I'm being given a blindfold and ear protection and a panic button and I'm just going to try and dissociate during the process

Btw they're not overly concerned about my brain having a bleed it's mostly a precaution. I'm still nervous but I'm curious to see if they find anything weird considering I experienced major head trauma as a baby and there have been studies that indicate that that has an affect on you as an adult

With my back one it's to makes sure I have the right diagnosis and/or if I have regular arthritis in my lower back that I get proper treatment for that

Btw to the nurse who said you can't get inflammation in joints in your lower back because that's not possible: fuck you. I was talking about it because my back pain is continually getting worse and I know there is a type of INFLAMMATORY ARTHRITIS that affects the lower back

But you didn't want to listen to me and so I had to write an email. But fuck you I'm getting my imaging

If it's not that and I'm correctly diagnosed fine. But at least we looked and maybe figured out what the hell is causing my back to get worse and HELP ME

Sorry I'm stressed and kinda pissed off

#medical

[duskodair]

hello. it is very late at night and I am tired, which means it is the perfect time to formulate a response to the deep bitterness I feel about the 'the curtains were blue' haha english lit is useless line of japery. I can be very verbose when I'm passionate so I'm going to break this down into three bullet points so let's go

'the curtains were blue'. Ok let's take the joke itself. It's a mockery of the concept of close reading, which is one of the fundamental skills of critical thinking. Let me explain; critical thinking is the ability to read a text and then assess it based on your own knowledge and inferences as to whether it is bullshit or not, and whether it is trying to convince you of something (and whether you agree with that). Close reading is the art of diving into a text and taking note of its constituent parts to see how it has been built. Taking 'the curtains were blue' as an example (it is a shite sentence btw), you can see that it uses 'were' instead of 'are', positioning it in the past tense - from that the curtains are relegated to history. Depending on the context of the sentence, historical blueness to curtains may be significant. For example, if the sentence is pulled into politics and expands to 'with the labour leader's 2023 kiss-arsing to Thatcher's ghost, for all that he claimed his house was red, it was very clear that the curtains were blue'. In this context it becomes satire and the mention of the blue curtains aligns his previous policies with the right wing Tory blue. Close reading is simply the art of pulling intentional and unintentional bits of language from a text and evaluating how they contribute to the function of the overall piece.

Ok. So what. The curtains are blue. What does English lit matter in the real world? this is the piss on the poor website. Every day we read and write shit. If we can all see what the language we are playing with is doing, we will be much better equipped to actually talk to each other. The curtains are a scapegoat for the transferable skills that literature lessons are meant to teach (the birth of English lit is that it is classics in the vernacular, so that commoners who did not speak greek and Latin could still benefit from studying texts (more on this later)). The difference between English lit and English lang is a mirror to methods of mathematics and applications of mathematics. Johnny bought 14 bottles of dish soap, applications tells us, trying to get us to apply the mathematic methods to real world problems - the same for the curtains. They are a training exercise for the real world, wherein you face daily text and what you reblog or tweet or email or post is a representation of your opinion. If you cannot look beyond the surface language, there could be a whole other game in play that you are missing (i.e. dogwhistles, bigoted propaganda, other fucked up assumptions) (it's like counting fingers in images these days).

Fine. Cool. So English lit teaches close reading and critical thinking which can be used to evaluate text in the real world. Why the fuck did they make me read Of Mice and Men and Romeo and Juliet??? Good fucking question (hey exam boards, sort it out bro). Let's talk about the idea of the canon. So English is a baby discipline (came in pretty late as a commoner's alternative to classics, as I said earlier). People hated it (there's one dude who is now only taught on English lit courses who fucking hated it and thought it was worthless (after all, everyone knew that there were no good texts in English because they all wanted to snog homer)). Anyway, it was posited that it was a Worthwhile Subject because it could teach ThE iMpoRtanTesT bOokS fOR bUiLding MoRal ChaRacTer to YoN PleBs (read: books by posh white men). The shakespeare thing is tied into this, but also into English nation building (trying to get the homer snogging gang on board because, hey, the only thing they hated more than poor people was foreigners, so having a homegrown bard really offered some bragging rights (another win for English xenophobia (please note the sarcasm)) (please do not take this as a statement that there is no value in Shakespeare because that is not true and my undergrad tutor would kill me and i like her very much). Anyway the original concept of the canon was that academics would put together a list of Good Books (TM), and those were the good ones to teach. Obviously, that orginal list was Mega Fucked Up. But the purpose of Modern English Academia is to beat the notion of the canon up with boxing gloves. Feminism, Postcolonialism, Queer Theory, Marxism, Ecocritism, the schools go on and on, and their function is to uncover lost texts from history and to bring them to light. For example, Frankenstein was popularised by the study of English literature (because before we were just reading Percy Shelly instead of Mary Shelly and the feminist critics went oi, shut up about the wet lettuce one minute and read this). English Literature is about adding voices to history through literature, about close reading what the texts are saying, and then using critical thinking to assess the impact that they may have on today.

This is a bit of a ramble and I'm not saying English is always taught well in schools (I have issues with syllabuses etc. ( particularly as the notion of the canon is inherently problematic)). But what I am saying is that English Literature (or as a more Postcolonial approach posits it, Literature in English), is a valuable subject. The application of language to both art and the everyday is inescapable. It is vital that we have the tools to understand and interpret what language is doing and how literature functions. Because once you start deconstructing every sentence you read, you start wanting to fist fight every journalist on the planet for the way that they frame their articles. You start noticing how language is used around you to make people respond in certain ways. You start evaluating the significance of the language you use. You start noticing that you're not immune to propaganda (taps the sign).

And it just makes me so sad when people talk about english lit as if it is worthless, because that kind of language cuts funding, cuts interest, cuts our ability to dismantle propaganda, and to enable others to dismantle propaganda. My specialism is Ecocritism and my academic work has largely centred on how language is weaponised against the environment in both colonialism and capitalism, and ohhh buddy, those curtains are blue

#chill to reblog

[todourouki]

REQUEST Any chance you’d please write a Bakugou x reader where they are in a secret relationship and he needs to vent but she’s having a shower so he walks THROUGH THE GIRLS BATHROOM and all the girls follow him like wtf is he doing, and they just watch as he just starts having a conversation with the reader, hands her her towel, her face stuff, just helping her get ready while absolutely ranting about complete bullshit and to calm him she just kissed him and they are like 🤭 (last years, of age ofc)

Title: Definitely What It Looks Like

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Explicit Language

Not even Mina, an avid member of the Bakusquad, suspected that Bakugou of all people would follow you around like a lost-puppy and a clear pout drawn on his skin. Not during their first year at UA, and definitely not now in their third.

Yet somehow, the pink girl, Asui, Hagakure, Uraraka, Jirou, and Momo found themselves crammed in utter silence and confusion into the small bathroom entrance before the showers where a pouty Bakugou stood with you while you showered.

Sure, Mina always suspected there was some form of secret friendship going on between the two of you. Yet the minute she watched the blond boy shuffle into the girls bathroom was a sight she couldn’t just ignore. Thus resulting in her gathering all the other girls and listening in on the conversation in nothing but shock.

“You just don’t fucking understand, you always want to play little miss princess.” Bakugou growled, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning against the tiled wall.

He couldn’t see your expression due to your frame being hidden behind the shower curtain, but he could practically feel the smirk plastered across your face as you scoffed at his words.

“Katsu, just admit it— pass me my conditioner please— you actually enjoy being around him. It’s okay.” You joked, reaching a wet arm out as he shoved the container into your hands.

The girls all watched in shock, staring at each other before going back to the scene in shock. Katsu? His first-name, and at that, a nickname? For Bakugou? Who was willingly doing what you asked him to do?

“Yeah but that’s not the fucking point— do you want me to pass you the body wash too?” He froze, waiting for your response as he reached down into your shower caddie and held the bottle in his right hand as he tossed it up and down into the air.

“No not yet baby, continue.”

Watching Bakugou place the body soap bottle down, Mina’s eyes almost popped out the socket. “Baby?!” Hagakure whispered in disbelief.

None of the girls could believe their ears, not even their own eyes could be trusted. This was something they had never expected, not even from a Tsundere like Bakugou. The man who had a problem obeying orders from anyone but himself was allowing a girl to call him out his name twice and do favors for you? It just never ended.

“Half and half bastard thinks he can call me his friend for three years! Always hanging out with me and always trying to make me fucking laugh. He takes me as a joke Y/N, I know it. I know Deku and him fucking talk about me.” He continued to ramble, allowing you to slip in a few sounds to signify you were listening.

“Fucking Icy-Hot just pisses me off because it’s like, who the fuck do you think you are being my friend now—”

“Ah, so he is a friend?” You questioned, a teasing tone playing at your lips as Bakugou began fuming at the thought of the idea.

“What?! No fucking way!” He yelled, a crack erupting from his left hand that was free of any hair washing bottle. The sound caused you to poke your head out of the curtain, face smitten in disbelief and antagonization.

“Look me in my eyes and tell me you don’t think he’s at least some type of friend to you, Katsuki.”

Your words rang through the room, the girls watching as Bakugou’s ears became a hazy red color. He sucked his teeth, glaring at your face with nothing but defeat written in his eyes. It wasn’t like he wanted to admit defeat, but it also wasn’t like he wanted to admit the boy was his friend and that was clear.

Yet watching your smirking face drop with water and your head stick wetly to the back of your scalp, he couldn’t help but obey your orders of responding to your statement.

“Tch, I cant lie if you have that stupid fucking face on.” He muttered with fake anger, turning his eyes away from yours and beginning to read the English words he couldn’t completely understand stuck into the pink bottle.

Your eyes never left his though, adoration written in your eyes as you watched your boyfriend (unbeknownst to the group of girls spying in on the interaction at the time) try to act as if he wasn’t actually fond of having another friend around.

“If my face is so stupid, why does it seem to me as if you want to kiss it?” You teased.

Without being able to stop it, a squeal left Mina’s lips and her eyes widened in utter shock. Following her squeal as well as the round of gasps from the other girls, Bakugou’s head snapped towards the door with his eyes in slits.

If he found out they were spying on him, especially during a moment so intimate for him, they would all be done for. With a hand on one another’s face, all the girls pressed their pajama covered bodies against the bathroom wall and tried to silence their own breathing.

“Who’s there?!” Bakugou yelled, his quirk activating aggressively as he placed the bottle on his hand on the ground and keeping his guard up.

The girls each clasped their hands across their face, Hagakure peeking her head over the edge of the doorway to see if he was on his way down. Instead, Bakugou was still next to your shower stall, eyes glancing around the room feverishly as if nervous they could get caught in any moment.

Technically, you were both already caught but whatever.

Hagakure gave the signal (tapping Yaoyorozu on her shoulder and creating a chain) to signal to the other girls that the coast was clear to look.

When their eyes reached the corner though, they watched as you slipped your head through the curtains and gave the angry boy pouty lips. “Gimme kiss, my big, strong, angry man.”

Your teasing words weren’t the only shock, because the way Bakugou rolled his eyes and smirked into your face as he pulled your lips onto his was what really took the cake for the girls. They couldn’t even utter a single sound, watching as the two of you locked lips and released as if it was nothing.

The only sound filling the room was the small muttering from the whisper you said to him, turning your head back between the curtains and continuing to wash the soap off your body. Bakugou’s face wasn’t visible to the girls since he faced the opposite direction, but the chuckle he slipped out made the hairs on their arms stand up.

“I hope you and your little fucking friends are done spying on my girlfriend and I, Raccoon-Eyes,” his voice announced, making Mina and the other girls’s eyes widen in disbelief, fear, and embarrassment, “because you have three seconds to get the fuck out or I’m blasting you all you hell.”

The threat didn’t fall on loose ears, and the girls found themselves scuffling out the bathroom the minute he finished his words. Bakugou didn’t follow them though, only smirking as he gripped the towel he planned on passing to you the minute you shut the water off.

Mina, on the other hand, clenched her chest as she ran over to the elevator with Momo and Jirou since all the girls split up the moment they ran. The image of the kiss and the conversation passed through her mind, a wide and proud smile covering her naturally pink face.

I can’t wait to tell Kaminari he owes me $20 for thinking he can get a girlfriend before Bakugou does.

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I hope this was okay, anon! Btw this has got to be one of my fav requests LMAO it was mad cute to write. Thank youuu <3 | heilly <3

#bakugou x y/n #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #my hero academia #mha #bakugou #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #mha fluff #bakugou katsuki #katsuki fluff #mha katsuki #bnha katsuki #fluff #mha crack #bakusquad #heillysreqs #heillysanswers

[gm--requests]

Love Grows - Soft Dom! Jung Jaehyun

r e q u e s t s - closed

g e n r e - s m u t & f l u f f

w a r n i n g s - fingering, oral (f. recieving), fuck boy Jaehyun at the beginning, breeding kink, size kink (kinda), praise, light! body worship, a mentioned by never explored Daddy kink

o r i g i n a l  c o n t e n t - i did write this

w o r d s - 4425

a / n - i did not proof read this. i feel like this fic took me 40 years to write... i don’t know why but fuck i had no motivation for this so i really apologise if it isn’t any good. MERRY HOLIDAYS BTW. n e ways this is written with a plus-size reader in mind. anyone, of course, can read it, and i highly encourage it because i worked hard on this piece, but there needs to be a common understanding that there will be no dramatic throwing of anyone through a wall or anything lmao. like the plus-size community is hella underrated and i hope that i do all my babies justice.  also please leave feedback if you have any. also please do not engage in unprotected sex unless you are in a long term relationship with a trustworthy partner.  that being said please enjoy sex as much as you want with the use of aforementioned protection!

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You disliked a lot of people. Your eighth grade science teacher who called you out for falling asleep one day in his class, the three boys who bullied you from the second grade until senior year, Selena Gomez based completely on the fact that she dated Justin Bieber and now you’re too far into your life to feel any different. But never in your life had you ever found an enemy. Never had you ever stumbled across someone that you would go as far as to say you hate, until you met Jung Jaehyun. 

The two of you had met in college, long after you’d gained confidence and well into the final stage of frontal lobe development. Meaning he had no excuse to be the way he was; obnoxious and cocky but in a more flippant way, having apparently had too many girls toot his horn for him. If life were to ever work in your favour you wouldn’t have ever met him, but there he was in every single sociology class you had. Of course this was due to the fact that two of you shared a major, but you’d be damned if it didn’t feel like he was taunting you on purpose. 

Every, single, day this overly charismatic , 90s rom-com image of a man would walk into the room and make a beeline for you. A smirk that you had grown to hate more and more every day, plastered to his face. He knew he pissed you off, of course he knew! That was why it was so much fun. Your immediate microaggressions felt more like a challenge to him, not to mention, he couldn’t stop now. Not when the two of you had been playing, what he considered, a nice game of cat and mouse, for almost a year and a half now. 

“Hey Princess, I can tell that you’re already happy to see me,” he purred as he slid into the seat next to you. He couldn’t help the way his smirk widened into a smile as you rolled your eyes at him, opting to open your notebook instead of answer. He rested his head in his hand as he watched you grab your pencil case from your bag and begin outlining for the lesson. 

“Always a good girl,” he said cheekily, “so prepared and ready.” 

A slow heat crawled across your cheeks, “Do you always have to talk to me like that? There are literally twenty-three other girls in this damn class.” 

“But all these other girls don’t let me play like this,” he responded. 

“Jaehyun,” you say as your turn to look at him properly, “I feel like I tell you this every single day, but I really can’t fucking stand you.” 

He bites his lip, “God I love it when you play hard to get.” 

Your face hardens, “There really is no getting through to you is there?” 

“I just know you don’t mean it,” he answers, placing his large hand on yours. You snatch your hand away quickly and bow up at him. Jaehyun laughs, “Plus, I really feel like I can just be normal around you.” 

“Harrassing me until I’m ready to beat you up, is your normal?” 

“C’mon Princess, you can’t possibly hate me that much.” 

“You’d fucking be surprised,” you mumble as the teacher walks into the class room. 

Class goes normally, Jaehyun taking every chance he had to turn around and wink or grin at you, sometimes pretending to scratch the back of head, but really hiding his large hand to make finger hearts at you, and just like that the day moved forward like clockwork. 

You walking to your classes, working hard to ignore his presence while he followed at your side, saying hi to what seemed like every human who walked by, hims, hers, theys, and everyone in between, at one point he even stopped to hi-five a little kid who was with his mother. For every second in between those random greetings, he was talking to you, well-- talking at you. About school, about his sports practice, his next game, his job, everything, and your responses were short, if they happened at all. 

Right in front of your next class he stops you. His arm shooting out and caging you against the wall next to you. Your eyes shoot open in shock and he grins widely, his dimples making small concaves on his cheeks. Before you can even open your mouth to talk, he is speaking. 

“Go on a date with me.” It isn’t a question and yet you don’t struggle at all to say no. His smile fades a bit, but his eyes stay determined. 

“I’ll make you a deal, give me one month,” he brings his free hand up and shows you his index finger, “just one. Be my girlfriend for one month, and if you don’t end up catching feelings for and falling hopelessly in love with me, I’ll leave you alone forever.” 

He watches you as you contemplate the idea. It would be so nice to finally not have to deal with him following you class to class or annoying you in said classes, but it all seemed too good to be true. I mean one month passes like it is only 2 days when you’re a busy college student. Not to mention, he was an overachieving shit head. Being on the football team as well as having a part time job and being in the drama club, how much time would you really have to see him off campus?

“What are the stipulations, and hurry up,” you say glancing at your phone, “we only have 5 minutes until class starts.” 

His smile widens again, “We be a normal couple. That means holding hands, hugs, dates, the whole nine,” this time you cut him off by holding up your index finger. 

“Try the whole 8 or 7,” you say dryly, “I will not kiss you, I will not have sex with you, and you will not distract from my studies, I’m barely passing calc as is and I’m not going to let this little game of yours get in the way.” 

Somehow his face lights up with more excitement, “Okay! Is that all?” 

You try to wrack your brain for more, but nothing important comes to mind, “Yes, for now, if I think of any other boundaries I’ll let you know, I guess.” 

He grabs your phone from your hand and turns around quickly so that you can’t grab it from him. Jaehyun taps on the screen a few times and eventually you hear his phone ringing in his pocket, “I took the liberty of adding my contact to your phone, I even gave myself a cute nickname and some emojis,” you glare at him as he passes your phone back to you and you read the contact name Daddy 💞💞 , “Also your password probably shouldn’t be all zeroes… that is super predictable,” you roll your eyes and go to walk away from him, but he calls out to you. When you stop, he grabs your small chubby hand in his large veiny one and you freeze, “Does that no kissing rule apply for cheek and or forehead kisses?” 

You notice the other student rushing to classes staring at the two of you and your brain malfunctions, “N-no, I guess not.” 

“Awesome!” he exclaims, before dragging you through the doors of your next class right as it’s beginning. 

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“I can’t believe that is how our relationship started,” you mumble in embarrassment as he grabs your hand from across the table, giving it a loving squeeze. 

“I knew you liked me y/n, no one can resist me,” his words are cocky, but his voice is oozing with love, “I really am glad I asked you to go out with me for a month. I had never wanted a relationship so badly,” you look up to meet his eyes and he grins. You look at those dimples you used to hate when you were younger, that now were one of your favorite things about him. 

“You were such a nuisance, but somewhere down the line I realised that I wouldn’t know what to do if I didn’t have you to annoy the ever loving shit out of me,” you tease and his smile turns to a pout. 

“How are you still so bad at saying that you love me? It’s been 3 years now,” he says with a laugh and you giggle back. 

“I do love you. I think I loved you about a week and a half into that one month, and that is so ridiculous to admit. I was so confident that you’d never get to me. I was also convinced that you were the biggest player in existence.” 

“To be fair, I was,” he says with a sigh, “but the day I met you, I was hooked. No girl had really ever told me no or put up a genuine fight. The fact that you didn’t want me was the thing that made me want you at first, but then I realised that I was actually falling… Super fast, might I add,” You hide your cheeky grin behind your glass of wine and he rolls his eyes, “You were funny and hardworking. You were a challenge in every way possible and to this day you still are. You teach me something new every single day and I really don’t know what I’d do without you, y/n.” 

Jaehyun lets go of your hand and shuffles out of his booth seat, your eyes narrow in confusion as you watch him stand beside your table. He shoves his hand into his pocket and pulls out a black satin box and you get light headed. Your brain takes 10 extra seconds to process each one of his movements and the syllables coming out of his mouth as he kneels next to the table, his eyes sparkling brightly. 

“Y/n, since the first day I met you until this moment and forever into the future I have been and want to continue to be captivated by you and your endless beauty and brilliant mind. Would you make me the happiest man alive and be my wife? Will you marry me, y/n?” 

You know everyone in the dimly lit 5 star restaurant is turned around staring at you, waiting tensely for your answer. You don’t know when your hands came up to cover your mouth or when you decided to speak, but it didn’t matter. You nod quickly, “Yes, yes yes, a million times yes.” 

The restaurant erupted in applause as Jaehyun slid the engagement ring on your finger and you slid yourself from the booth seat in order to be wrapped up in his strong arms. He squeezes your plushness into his toned body, in a grip that is almost suffocating, but you don’t mind. He pulls away to kiss you lovingly and soon the claps and cheers die out leaving you two standing beside your table. 

“C’mon let’s go home, I already paid,” he said with a grin. You reach back to the table and chug what is left of your wine and he laughs, before dragging you out of the restaurant. 

The entire walk out to the car and the ride home you are staring at the beautiful ring on your finger, watching it glitter as it catches the light from the bustling city passing by.

“Ya like it?” Jaehyun questions, taking a quick glance at you from the driver's seat. 

“Mhm” you hum happily, a small smile on your face. 

You look over at him and the smile grows wider. He’s so handsome, one hand on the wheel, the other gripping your thigh, his gaze focused on the road. When you guys hit a red light he looks over with a devilish smirk. 

His grip on your thigh tightens, the flesh spilling out around his fingers, “Keep looking at me with all that love and I’m gonna pull this car over and take you in the backseat.” 

Your eyes widen as you sputter some type of excuse and look away, he just laughs, “Three years and you’re still just as easy to tease,” his hand moves in between where your thighs are pressed together and you automatically respond to the touch, sliding down a bit in the seat to spread them a little further apart, “and call me a crazy man, but knowing that that ring on your finger came from me and that you’re gonna be taking my last name really makes me wanna fuck you.” 

You think your eyes bug out of your head at the confession and he just laughs before retracting his hand and placing it normally again on your leg. You stare at him in bewilderment as he calmly hums along to the song on the radio like nothing had happened at all. 

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Despite how you thought it would be once you got home, it was the opposite. There was no aggressive pushing of your body up against the nearest surface or haphazard throwing of clothes, instead it was all slow, sensual kisses and roaming hands. 

Jaehyun held your hand in his as he led you through the front door of your shared home and into the bedroom. It was cheesy and romantic, the way that there were rose petals delicately covering each surface and soft lighting casting dark shadows over both of your features. 

You would have loved to ask him how he had all of this arranged, but didn’t have the chance to as his lips found your own. Pressing softly against your own, setting what would be the tone for the night, slow and full of love. He cradled your face in his large hands, leaning down to pull your face closer to his. His tongue swiping against your bottom lip as his right hand trails down to your neck, his fingers wrapping around it. Though he doesn’t apply any pressure, your breath hitches and he smiles against your mouth. His tongue slipping between your parted lips and into your mouth. He kisses you as if this is his first time being allowed to have all of you, tongue roaming around your mouth, as you do your best to put up a bit of a fight. The hand placed on your throat squeezes a little as his left hand comes down and taps your butt gently in warning. 

Jaehyun pulls away, his pupils blown out, much in the same manner as yours, and his voice deep, “Just let me take care of what’s mine tonight, m’kay, princess?” 

It isn’t really a question and you know that, so you respond with an almost nervous nod and he smirks, “Good girl,” he praises as his hands grab the soft rolls of flesh at your sides and pull you closer. His lips are once again back on yours, except this time they don’t stay as long. As he turns your bodies, his lips find their way to your jaw and then to your neck. He sucks on and nips at your throat with purpose, aiming to mark you as he backs you up to the bed.  

His dangerous lips end at your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your body, “I’m gonna take real good care of you baby,” he whispers before pulling away from you. His hands come to the bottom of your dress and he slowly pulls it up, watching with hungry eyes as your soft skin becomes visible for him. Carefully he pulls it over your head and discards it before he wraps his arms around you. His nimble and practiced fingers remove your bra leaving you in only your underwear. 

“So damn beautiful,” he all but growls as his hands come to cup your breasts. They are large and skilled, massaging as his thumbs swipe over your hardening nipples. A soft sigh leaves your mouth before he uses his own to smother all other sounds at the source. Backing you up to the bed, he pushes you down, the backs of your knees pressing up against the bed and buckling quickly. His large, muscular body towers over yours long enough for him to bask in the glory of your tiny, fleshy body.

Jaehyun abruptly climbs off of you and removes his clothes. You ogle him as he pulls of his shirt slowly, giving you a show. Next is his belt, followed by his nice fitted slacks. Finally he is left in nothing but his Versace boxer-briefs. His lip twitches as he fights to the urge to tease you for staring so brazenly, instead he kneels on the floor, at the end of the bed, and places your thick thighs over his shoulder, his face lined up with your panty covered pussy, “You’re already excited baby,” he says smugly as he drags his tongue over the visible wet spot on your crotch and your breath hitches, “Gonna make sure you get real loud for me, m’kay? Don’t hold back any of those pretty sounds, understand?” 

“Yes sir,” you pant out as his hands grab at the elastic band of your underwear and rip through it, the sound makes your eyes widen and your grip on the bed sheet tighten in anticipation. Jaehyun doesn’t keep you waiting long, dragging his tongue through your folds haphazardly, before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking gently. The immediate pleasure surprises you and your hips jerk up. You can feel his lips curve into a smile against you before his tongue is back to lapping at your glistening folds. 

Your moans flow out freely as he pushes his tongue into your sopping hole, slurping obnoxiously. Your hands find their way to his hair as you try to bring him even closer to you, wanting more of him. Instead he pulls his tongue out of you and flicks it against your clit. A high whine leaves your lips along with pleas for more and on a night like this one, he isn’t in the business of denying you anything, so he pushes a long finger inside of you. 

All you can do is cry out his name as he nips at your clit and fucks his finger into you, “Gettin’ close, Princess? Want another one?” 

“Please, please, more,” You moan out. Jaehyun obliges, stretching you out a bit further as he adds a second finger, except this time after two pumps, he slips in another. Three fingers are stretching you open, spreading and curling, before he decides to press them against your g-spot. Almost instantly you’re seeing stars, pulling at his hair and screaming out his name as you cum all over his fingers. He keeps moving them in and out of you until your high finally dissipates. 

“You took my fingers so well pretty girl, can’t wait to watch you take my cock,” he purrs before shoving his messy fingers into his mouth one by one, cleaning them off. Your body heats at the action. 

“God, have you no shame?” You try to tease, but find your breath leaving your body as he lets your thighs fall off his broad shoulders and crawls back over you. 

One hand holds him up while the other grips harshly at your love handles, he grins, “Nope, none at all,” pressing his lips to yours chastely, “scoot back and get comfy, Princess.” 

 He climbs off of you, removing his boxers and you turn around, crawling towards the headboard. Jaehyun’s eyes can’t help but fall to the curve of your ass and the glisten of your first orgasm that still resides on your thighs. His gaze is followed by his hands, before you can lay comfortably he is squeezing at the expanse of flesh, smacking at it lightly. All he does is hum in satisfaction as his hands keep jiggling your ass. You open your mouth, but he takes it upon himself to flip you on to your back, so a small yelp leaves your lips instead and he chuckles. 

“I know I tell you this everyday, all the time, but fuck!” he exclaims and you smile, “You’re so damn perfect I don’t know what to do with myself,” he straddles you again, his fingers gently trailing over your body, “everything is just so pretty. You’re so soft. The curve of your body is captivating, I want to be touching you at every moment of every day and I’m so glad you’re mine.” 

He grabs your left hand in his own, bringing it to his face. Jaehyun kisses your palm, each finger, and then the ring, “Jung y/n, has a real nice ring to it,” his lips kiss from your wrist up the length of your arm, his hands gently resting on your plush stomach, “And after tonight, give it two weeks, and we’ll have a third member of this Jung dynasty.” 

You laugh, “Most people call it a family, y’know? And what makes you so sure there will be another member of this,” you pause and fight back another giggle, “dynasty?” 

Jaehyun smiles, but the glint in his eyes is dark, “Oh after the way I plan to fuck you, I don’t think there is anything to worry about,” his large hands rub small circles on your stomach, “There might even be two in here when I’m done,” his smirk is cocky. 

You look at him flustered and unamused, “Oh hush! That isn’t even how that works,” you murmur and break eye contact, as he laughs this time and says something about how cute you are when you get worked up. 

The intensity returns as his grip on you tightens and his mouth goes back to kissing each inch of visible skin. Pulling your thighs apart, he slots his body between them, his fingers finding their way to your wetness. His thumbs rubs slow circles on your clit until your breathing is staggered, then the same three fingers that were in you before, are pushing into you once again. Your eyes almost roll back at the sudden intrusion a loud groan falls from your lips. 

“Had to make sure this pretty little pussy of yours was still ready to take me,” he says matter-of-factly, removing his fingers and wrapping the hand around his painfully erect cock. All you do is huff in response and he smiles. Jaehyun watches your face contorted in pleasure, as he lines himself up and pushes into you. His movements are slow at first, making sure his entirety is resting inside of you, a low moan leaving him as you pulse around him. 

He grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist before pulling out slowly. You aren’t even left with enough time to beg him to speed up before his hips are snapping against yours. Your eyes shoot open as you’re quickly filled with him once again. He sets a pace quickly, a slow pull out, allowing you to feel the drag of his cock, and a harsh thrust back in, making you feel so full that you swear you feel him in your throat. 

Your moans are rapidly resorting to pleasured babbling and whimpers, which fuels his ego and arousal. He soon has you all but folded in half. Your knees pressed to the sides of your head as he stuffs you full over and over again. 

“S-so good,” he stutters as you clamp around him, “You feel so fuckin’ good y/n, wanna feel you cum around me.” 

His praises are coming out in winded huffs and that makes you fulfill his desires even faster. You cum on him seconds later, but his hips never falter. 

“Pretty baby girl, takin’ me so damn well,” he says with a hint of adoration, “You look so stunning when you cream on my dick like that, can’t wait to fill you up, make you cum again so you can milk me dry.” 

Your face heats up at his words and you can’t help the lewd noises that leave you as he speeds up his thrusts, “Please gimme your--” you begin begging, being cut off only by his cock hitting the perfect place inside you. 

“Give you my what, princess?” he questions cockily, repeatedly aiming for that same spot. 

You try to answer but it all comes out jumbled and unintelligible, leaving him chuckling above you, fucking into you with an unending fervour.

“C’mon baby what did you wanna say? Want me to fuck you full of my cum, knock you up real good? Is that what you want?” 

“Please, J-Jae, Jaehyun please,” you cry out, your nails dragging across his back, leaving angry red scratches in their wake. He hisses at the slight sting, but like everything else, it only spurs him on further. 

He humps into you with obvious purpose, “I’m- fuck, I’m gettin’ close princess, gonna, gonna fill you up real nice, gonna give us a real pretty baby,” he voice is broken and labored. 

His eyes close and his hips stutter, eyebrows furrowing as a long, low groan leaves his mouth. He slams his hips into your once more as he pumps you full of his cum. You clamp down around him involuntarily at the feeling of his hot arousal filling you up. 

As his high finishes washing over him, he opens his eyes and releases the mating press he had you in, instead opting to wrap your legs back around his waist. He presses his sweat dampened forehead to your own. A content smile dusting across his soft lips.

“We gonna just stay like this?” 

“Of course we are, princess! Can’t let any of this leak out of ya, defeats the whole purpose.” 

Jaehyun carefully rolls to his side, pulling your plush body along with him, still buried to the hilt within you. 

“I think I should tell you to get used to this, as my wife you should know that I want a never ending dynasty.” 

“Stop calling it a dynasty,” you chastise and he laughs, “and maybe when you have to harbor these children for nine months and then push them out of your pee hole, we can talk.” 

Jaehyun laughs a bit louder, “Okay so maybe we will take a good break time in between children then.” 

You roll your eyes and bury your head in his chest, his hands coming to cup the back of your head as he plants a kiss on the top of your head, “Yeah, maybe.” 

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[mysterylover123]

BNHA Chapter 291: “Let My New Villain Crush Say His Piece”

mysterylover123

AWW He’s so cute you guys! I think I’m officially declaring Toya/Dabi my new LOV crush. It used to be Shigaraki and he’s still 2nd. Technically Shigaraki’s actually more sympathetic than Toya, since they’ve both got tragic backstories and abusive dads and Shigaraki at least still likes his friends, while Toya hates everyone and just does not give a fuck. But hey, I still love him anyway. Seriously everyone in this series needs a hug.

(lol no way I’d dye it). It’s the Bride of Frankenstein look ya’ll!

SHADES OF LIL KACCHAN. Man no wonder Shoto’s so drawn to Lord Explosion Murder.

1) I guess we’re officially confirming that Endeav did not, in fact, sexually assault Rei into pregnancy. Which - GOOD. There’s a limit to what morally complex characters can get away with and still be redeemable. 2) BABY FUYUMI AND BABY TOYA CUTE OVERLOAD.

IS THAT THE ALL MIGHT FIST OF TRIUMPH?!

Uh oh baby burning. That image of endeavor across the gulf from All Might sure comes up a lot.

Well then you shouldn’t have abused your kids dumbass.

Let’s sum this part up pretty simply: DABI: “They never told you what happened to your son.” ENDEAV: They told me he was dead. DABI: No, I am your son. ENDEAV: That’s not true. That’s impossible! DABI: Search the DNA tests, you know it to be true. ENDEAV: NO!!! NO!!!

1) Spinner is so Shigaraki’s LOV boyfriend. 2) Seriously Dabi you didn’t tell any of them? 3) Tomura are you OK?

LOL THAT WOULD BE HILARIOUS. Shiggy: “Also I’m All Might’s master’s grandkid! And Kurogiri’s Aizawa’s long lost friend! And Muscular’s Bakugou’s cousin, Toga’s Ochako’s wife, Spinner’s Tsuyu’s secret dad, Gigantomachia’s Kirishima’s grandfather, Compress is Jirou’s 5th cousin once removed, and All for One is Deku’s dad...” blah blah blah (actually 2 of those are true...)

Um isn’t 99.99% less Missing Lost Son and more Actual Clone?!

OH SHIT MORE REVELATIONS?! THIS GUY’S NOT DONE YET!

POOR NATSUO AND FUYUMI. Your whole family is so screwed.

Legit good question! Even if he’s asking it for selfish reasons. 

AW! You precious child. I was wondering what his verbal reaction would be. Looks like we’re going with “Denial”.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

Oh dear god (BTW Who the fuck was filming this? Is big brother always watching or something)

Oh man. (Poor freaking Twice. Isn’t this exactly what Curious wanted to do to Toga? I think she’s gonna be pissed at Dabi later on). 

ENDEAVOR AND HAWKS FEELS. HOLY SHIT

Ooh, I think you just made a mistake Dabi. Jumped the gun a little. (Please don’t let this undo all the good, society-destroying work our villain did before this once the Not Deadness of Jeanist gets out! People already don’t want to believe him)

Similar to who? Also TOKOYAMI. HAWKS. OH GOD

HOLY SHIT. (Similar to someone else? By that DO YOU MEAN YOU!?! Oh man I thought Dabi/Hawks was sunk for good after the burning incident but maybe not so much.)

All good points! Great writing and art touch, all those ads. (Again, he’s still a dick for doing all this. But still. Worth thinking about).

1. HIS FRIENDS CALL HIM CANT YA SEE KUN. 2. deku and kachcan deku and kacchan you guys need so many hugs. 3. Yeah right Dabi. Sure you would’ve. 4. Iida and Hado get to be part of this!

Endeav’s gonna have a real crisis now that the Denial Stage is over.

(Senpai=Hado?) “The Others” here...I’m guessing Kacchan and Aizawa? Either way, that “Midoriya”. Tododeku is alive and well! (+TDBK and bKDK. The OT3 lives). Also CRYING SHOTO. HUG HIM DEAR GOD SOMEONE HELP THIS GUY. And he’s keeping it together pretty well though! 

Fierce Deku and Kacchan! Dabi using ultimate moves from Endeavor! 

Here we go.

Jeanist is here huh. Yay he’s not dead!

So I asked myself while writing this, why am I apparently not wanting Jeanist to pop up and prove Dabi’s “lying” (he’s not, he just doesn’t know the truth) about Hawks? Apparently I want society’s faith in heroes to be shaken or something. Well yeah. I guess, as long as our heroes make it out of this arc alive, I’m kinda rooting for the villains to win here. Not because I agree with them, but because it feels like that’s the point of this arc, this piece of the story. It’s the “fall of the old” to make way for the new. The Darkest Hour, the ending of the Empire Strikes Back (fittingly), the climax of the Rise of Villains Saga for the series as a whole. Night getting darkest just before the dawn. So I guess I want the villains to win here. (so the UA protags can bring everything back up again). I guess I’m just hoping Jeanist’s arrival doesn’t undermine everything Dabi just said, cause so much of it is true. All the stuff about Endeav is true. And Hawks did kill Twice, for the greater good no. So to have everyone just live in denial...it would undermine this whole arc. So yes, I’m rooting for the villains here.

(again, not endorsing their behavior at all.) 

On break sadly. TWO WEEKS FROM NOW. 

#bnha 291 #bnha spoilers #thank you for being all right #todoroki touya #todoroki enji #todoroki shoto #todoroki natsuo #todoroki fuyumi #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #hado nejire #iida tenya #hawks #shigaraki tomura #endeavor #dabi #so glad hado is a part of this #she's actually my fave big 3 member #so i hope she gets some development #deku and kacchan looking fierce as always #i have such a mindless crush on touya/dabi now #he's always been hot #but before this he was just in the background #now he's got personality #tododeku

[shyvioletcat]

Please please fix it I can’t handle this please love the writing btw 😭

Hehe... so turns I needed to turn it into 3 parts.

Part 1 here

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Rowan stuck to his guns and moved out. It didn't take the two of them long to figure out that a baby didn’t actually change anything or magically fix the gaping divide between them. All it did was make it all more complicated. He didn’t know where he stood in those early weeks, wasn’t sure if he should be checking in as much as he did, but he still cared for Aelin and wanted to make sure she was doing okay. Another thing he insisted on was that he go to all the appointments, something Aelin didn’t fight him about. She told him that this was half his baby after all. 

Today was their first ultrasound scan, the first time either of them would see the baby. After this they would tell everyone about the baby. So far the only people who knew were Lorcan and Elide, the people they had vented to these first three months. They were the only two of their friends that they could count on not to get overly emotionally involved in the whole fiasco. 

The silence was painfully awkward as they waited together, an empty seat between them.

“How’s the morning sickness?” Rowan asked.

Aelin shrugged. “Hasn’t been too bad. I can eat a fair bit now.”

“That’s good,” Rowan said.

“Mm-hmm, great,” Aelin murmured.

That was all their conversation was until the ultrasound technician called them in. Rowan followed Aelin in and sat in the corner as the technician talked to her. He barely heard a thing and just waited for the image to come on the screen. When it did and the technician pointed out the little human form something in Rowan’s chest ached at the sight of it. A quick look at Aelin showed her wiping away tears. 

Before he knew it the appointment was over and they were walking towards the front entrance of the hospital. 

“So, I’ll let you know when I’ve booked my next appointment with the doctor,” Aelin said.

“Sounds good,” Rowan said, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Hey, I’ve got some time before my lunch break ends. Want to grab something from the cafeteria?”

Aelin sighed. “I haven’t thrown up today, and I really don’t plan to lose my stomach on that questionable food.”

“That’s fair,” Rowan said.

“Bye then,” Aelin said and didn’t wait for her answer before she walked away. Rowan just watched her go.

By the next appointment Aelin had announced the pregnancy to just about everyone and hesitant congratulations had come in from their friends and family. No one knew what to do besides be happy that there was a baby coming into the world. This appointment was just a doctor’s appointment, and everything looked like it was going fine. Rowan walked Aelin to her car, even went as far to open her door for her. She rolled her eyes but she didn’t seem pissed.

“Your announcement was cute,” Rowan said referring to the photo she had taken with the ultrasound picture with a bib and dummy placed around it for decoration.

“Thanks,” Aelin said, ducking into the car. “I was aiming for cute.”

“Will you let me know if there is anything I can do, for like the nursery or whatever,” Rowan offered.

“I think it's a bit early for that,” Aelin said.

Rowan nodded and shut her door.

As time went on their after appointment chats got more civil, Aelin smiled more and started joking with him. Today they were finding the gender of the baby and Aelin was practically thrumming with excitement. 

“Boy or girl?” She asked him.

“Are you asking me my preference?” Rowan said.

Aelin shook her head. “No, which one do you think it is?”

“Oh, um…” Rowan thought for a second. “I think girl.”

“Really? Me too,” Aelin said, her knee bouncing. “Aedion thinks a boy. He’s so confident in it that I’m hoping we’re right so I can see his face when I tell him he’s wrong.”

Rowan chuckled at that and Aelin grinned. The technician called them in and Rowan stood and offered Aelin his hand to help her up. She looked at it for a moment before she took it, he may have led on a little longer than necessary — his thumb brushing over her knuckles. 

Again Rowan sat in the corner waiting. This time it felt like an eternity for the image to come on the screen, but then there it was. Their baby. When the technician asked if they wanted to know the gender the words were barely out of their mouth before Aelin said yes. 

Rowan waited on bated breath for the answer. 

“It’s a girl.”

“I knew it!” Aelin said, looking at him with a beaming smile on her face.

Aelin didn’t stop smiling even as they left the examination room, almost skipping down the hallways, a hand on her growing bump. They stopped again at the main entrance of the hospital and they both lingered.

“Did you have time today, for lunch?” Aelin asked.

Rowan was beyond surprised at her question, and he didn’t know what to say for a moment. “Yeah, I do.” 

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Aelin had too much on her mind. First and foremost was the case she was trying to close, then there was the fact her heartburn felt as though it was ready to murder her. Thirdly there was whatever was going on between her and Rowan. It was a distraction she did not need right now. They were friendlier, most definitely. But in the long run that didn’t really mean anything if they couldn’t work things out. They were still a long way from fixing anything.

That was a conversation Aelin had vehemently avoided, claiming work and pregnancy made thinking about all that too stressful. She wasn’t wrong, but she could see the disappointment in Rowan’s eyes every time she brushed away the conversation. Since they had lunch after her 20 week ultrasound almost two months ago, they had been spending more time together, usually after her appointments. So things were better, but functional? Not really.

Aelin gathered what she needed for the courtroom, this would be her last hurrah before maternity leave and she was determined to win. She wasn’t going to let the fact that she had to send Elide out to get her a new blouse put a damper on things either. The one she had planned to wear had become too small and left gaping holes across her chest, so she had slipped a t-shirt over her skirt until she had a blouse that fit.

There was a knock on the door and Elide stuck her head in. “You ready?”

Aelin nodded and picked up her things. When she stood, the room seemed to spin a little, she stupidly had skipped lunch, so grabbed a handful of nuts to eat along the way. She could eat lunch after. 

The trial passed in a blur and now it was time for closing arguments. Aelin kept going over what she needed to say. She had this in the bag, she knew this case inside out all she had to do was be her dynamic and confident self and she could win this. Throughout the trail she felt dizzy, but she kept it together, but it was shortness of breath that was harder to overlook. All she had to do was ignore the concerned looks Elide was sending her way and close the case and it was done. 

This time when Aelin stood the room spun enough that she had to lean on the table in front of her to keep herself upright. She had to do this, her client was depending on her. Aelin started her speech, stepping out from behind the desk, but she didn’t get far before she needed it for support again.

“Aelin,” Elide whispered but Aelin just shook her head. She could do this.

Aelin walked away from the desk addressing the jury. But the edges of her vision were going dark and blurry and the pain in her chest was enough that a pained sound left her lips. Elide was beside her within moments, catching her as her legs gave out.

Panic set in as Aelin realised something was wrong, very wrong.

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[i-did]

HELLO 👋 I WAS SENT HERE BY PALMETT-HOES. What are your thoughts on the foxes + tattoos?? Originally it was Neil + tattoos but if you have thoughts of the other foxes too I'd love to hear them if you want to share 🥺

Okay, so I actually might try to become a tattoo artist and love tattoo culture. I also have already about 30 tattoos, some the size of my whole hand and some the size of a quarter, a lot of mixed and matched stuff. I also always try to think of the foxes in their timeline, so 2006-2007 era, and when I think said foxes would get tattoos in their life and why. 

NEIL

First off: I personally HC Neil has keloid scarring and a lot of scarring so tattooing is hard on his skin. I have a friend who has more scars than I've ever seen on anyone else IRL before and we both love tattoos but even with him trying to prep the artist, unless they were a scar micropigmentation expert, they usually underestimated how hard it was going to be to tattoo on his skin. It's uneven and dense and doesn’t hold ink well. His non-scarred skin faired a lot better but his skin was something artists just weren't prepared for. I might get some micropigmentation on some skin grafts I got to even out the coloring and make it look more “natural” but I’m waiting to see if the pigment will settle and heal more first. 

I personally don't see Neil ever getting a tattoo, and this bums a lot of people out lmao. I think his scars are too thick and too raised and it's too cosmetic and aesthetic centric for it to be something on his radar. On his skin that isn't touched by scars I think he would want to leave as be mostly out of neutrality. I don't see Neil as the type of sentimental tattooer, I see him thinking “well if it matters to me I remember it” sort of and him wanting to keep the really deep stuff personal just for himself and even another person putting it on him is someone else there. I think if he were ever to get a tattoo, he would be like… idk it would be the kind that says “yes I got shot, stop asking” over a bullet hole scar or like that one guy whos missing his leg and above it there's a tattoo that says “one foot in the grave” that's the only type of tattoo I can see Neil doing and even still I'm not convinced he would do it. 

ANDREW

I don't ever see Andrew covering up his scars with tattoos either. I think he likes how the armbands can come on and off and be fully covered to not at all. He's not ashamed of them but he's private, and I think the tattoos could seem like he's trying to hide them when he's not-it's just nobody's business. I think if he were to get anything it would be American-traditional, it ages well, its classic, and doesn't really go out of style. Before the…. Let's say 80s, there weren't the different tattoo “styles” like there are today. It was just… tattoos in America. There was Japanese-style tattooing and then American-style tattooing, and since tattooing started curating its underground culture in the ’50s in America… those circles did not blend. They do now, but they sure as hell didn't then. So I could see Andrew with American-traditional because it's classic and I could see it appealing to him, but I could also see Russian prison tattoo style black-work something that appeals to him too. Get him some gulag tats. However if he had those, and since I currently HC him as white and with a buzzed or grown-out messy buzzed head, he would deadass look like a fuckin skinhead so... yeah lmao. Overall I don't see Andrew getting tattoos really, but if he would, American-traditional seems fitting. 

KEVIN

Okay, so Kevin out here looking like a MF SoundCloud rapper with his single face tat and nothing else going on. I know it might be OOC but since his mom is Irish and I HC his dad as Maori (even tho in the canon Wymack likely has 90s new age tribalism, which is a complicated issue but instead I choose culturally significant tattoos over the tattoo trend that was largely popularized by a movie lmao anyways-).

So I think Kevin is the only one who dives into tattoo culture and bonds over it with his dad. If he just has the chess piece, it still feels like a branding, like a mark so distinct against the rest of him, but one full sleeve of Celtic knots and symbols and the other arm full of Maori's distinct tattoos of swirls and symbols could be a cool way for him to reclaim his own skin and have it not be something he did just to cover something up, but make tattooing something connecting him to his cultures and family. 

NICKY

Nicky is the guy who got like, fierce, or pride, or something like that tattooed if he got a tattoo. I see Nicky getting a pride tattoo of some kind maybe and it being calligraphy or like if Nicky/Erik is a bear then he gets a bear paw. I could also see him getting his and Erik’s wedding date tattooed somewhere. I also don't see him as the type who didn't know how much research and shit goes into finding the artist for you, and kinda assumes you can go to just anyone and just walk in and then was like “wait what” when he couldn’t (or couldn't if he wanted to get exactly what he had in mind) so he probably got/gets tattooed by some non-homophobic apprentice, maybe even that apprentices first tattoo, and also since Nicky is Mexican and darker-skinned I doubt he thinks to put on sunscreen and the sun makes his ink lines bleed and so it doesn't age the best (it be like that). 

ALLISON

Got a trendy tramp stamp to like, really stick it to her parents. Right on her lower back I bet it's the classic 2000s swirls and a butterfly and some of those stars, idk what they're called. If she was a young 20-year-old now tho she totally would have gotten a fine line tattoo, like not a tight three, a real 1 needle tattoo. They were seen as really nice back then and “so Cali” and like I could see /maybe/ her getting it done before she's 30 but they were not that common yet and like micro-realism is so new we still kinda don't know how it's going to age at all since tattoos before it have been designed they way they have for aging. Again if she got a micro-realism/single needle tattoo tho it would be something kinda basic like a butterfly or like a lion. I swear I've seen the same google image lion tattooed on a lotta people and like IDC it's your skin. But yeah, she gets the classic 2000s swirl butterfly and stars tattoo above her crack one night, maybe after a really bad phone call with her parents and she got drunk and pissed off. Maybe someone said she couldn't take the pain. (which btw, tattoos don’t hurt as much as they make them out to be in shows and shit, they can hurt tho)

DAN

I HC Dan as very dark-skinned, she's 75% black and 25% Sioux and grew up in a very very white area when outside her home on the res. Tattoo culture is still really sexist and really colorist, and at this point in history I think if she ever did want a tattoo, she maybe asked vaguely about it and they flat out said “I don't know how to tattoo on black skin” or “it doesn't go with my art” which… are shithole excuses and I think she thought, “well fuck u too” and never thought about it much since then. 

RENEE

I HC as Renee as darker-skinned than Dan, and like the only places she could possibly get tattooed are maybe her palms, the bottoms of her feet, or her inner mouth probably. Some people genuinely are so dark that tattooing is hard, because it's based on the concept of black ink on a lighter surface, which is why scarification catches on in cultures where the skin is too dark to pigment with ink effectively. However, the idea of fuckin, 15-year-old Renee who is still Natalie with “PU$$Y” tattooed in her mouth kinda sends me. I think lil kid Renee thought she was gangster, and tbh she was, and I could see her getting some “fuck you/in your face” tattoo, especially if she was a lesbian in such a homophobic world, getting that tattooed is even better. We also know she got her back tatted in the EC with angel wings that look almost closer to dragon wings, so I imagine they show up as almost raised dark lines like scars from the untrained tattoo artist going way too deep, making it a cross between a tattoo and scarification, even if accidental. (also white ink really wasn't a thing yet and even now is still kinda hard to tell how it will heal, so that's why I don't think she gets any white ink tats)

MATT

He's a rich boy from NYC, he could really get like… whatever he wants. Once he's famous he can afford it that's for sure, but even before then he could with his allowance similar to Allison (even if on a completely different level). However, I doubt he gets anything lol. He's not particularly religious in my HC and doesn't have the same sense of being lost like I feel Kevin does with his own parents (I mean Kevin was raised like an orphan, kinda so it makes sense). I need to develop Matt’s background further on what it means to him personally to be a Filipino-American. I have several ideas about how his parents met in the Philippines and then came here but I would need to flesh out locations and then local cultures and then his parents said opinions on tattoos and then how matt would react to said opinions. I could see him possibly getting something for dan or his kids tattooed on. Which really makes me want to have him get his first kid's name tattooed really big or intricate somewhere like on his chest over his heart and then his kid comes out as trans and he's like “...fuck” lmao and gets it removed maybe and then redone or something. I see him viewing tattoos are personal and symbolic, and if he would get something it would probably be family-oriented, possibly Dan's portrait or like his baby's footprint which I've seen before. 

AARON & SETH

Stick and pokes were not nearly as common then as they are now, and I feel like people kinda have to remember how taboo tattooing was then and still is now in a lot of cultures. My family is Not happy lmaoo. But it is what it is. Stick and Pokes were not a thing bored white middle-class teens did like I see them doing now. It was seen as super sketchy and I know someone who was 16 getting tattooed in a garage by someone who was both drunk and just out of prison for the first time, and that was seen as sketchy as stick and pokes at the time. I could imagine either Seth or Aaron having a failed and fucked up stick and poke tattoo, and out of the two of them, Seth seems like the drunk tat guy. Maybe once he got drunk and mad as fuck after Allison and him broke up and she said he didn't seem serious enough so he got her name drunkenly tattooed on his arm or something and then she was even more pissed because it was spelled wrong “YOU FORGOT THE SECOND L OMFG SETH.” (I can also imagine his future girlfriends don't love it lmao). I also love the idea of Seth just having Marvin the Martian or the Tasmanian Devil tattooed on his ass.

Anyways sorry for the lack of pictures but I didn't want to do that... so I didn't. I didn't go into niche tattoo culture and history like I was expecting myself to but this also got fuckin long. Might not be what you were hoping for at all but it is my current opinion on the foxes and tattoos. (This is also surprisingly free of my own personal aesthetic opinions on tattoos and that I'm kinda proud of ngl, since my preference is none of these, but also I grew up in a very different tattoo time than them)

#aftg #all for the game #ask #mailob #fig writes

[1kook]

distractions

jeon jungkook x (f) reader

summary: “Soft.” / “No shit,” you say, “you’re deep between my boobs.” tags: gamer kook, soft bf jeon, extensive knowledge of the MCU (Mario Cinematic Universe) warnings: nsfw; mostly tit play, dry humping, slight praise, jizzing in ur pants like ur fifteen again wc: 3k barely 

when u have 34827 other fics to finish but ur brain hyper focuses on this image at 1 in the morning. not proofread bc idk ppl 

ty for all the nice comments on skirt chasers btw<333

There were a lot of things about Jungkook that you didn’t learn until you were official. Like the fact he rarely matches his socks unless they’re cool socks. Or that he prefers his pancakes pre-drizzled with syrup. Not necessarily bad things, just aspects the general public wouldn’t normally see. In fact, the worst “trait” you’ve learned about Jungkook in the past year is how easily distracted he can get. Nothing crazy, just tiny actions, like forgetting to eat for three hours because he refuses to leave his Wii until he can beat the guys in three rounds of Super Smash Bros. Ultimate in the Mushroom Kingdom stage. Strangely specific, but it’s Jungkook and you’ve long since learned he’s an enigma.

Times like now, when you creep up behind him as he continues screeching into his headset, voice cracking every now and then in that adorable way it does when he’s overwhelmed. You are no stranger to Jungkook’s apartment, having visited more times than you can count, and even dropping by and doing a little dusting while he was on tour. However, you’re surprised you can see the back of his coconut hair from the low backing of his new computer chair. He’d told you he recently threw away his big leather, super villain gaming chair because it’d started to tear, but it was a fact you hadn’t really paid much attention to.

Now, however, you’re feeling a little happy he did, because it means you can slide your palms around his shoulders in somewhat of a back hug. It’s way better than having to walk all the way in front of him, and you bite down on a grin when he mutters the softest “hi, baby.”

“Which stage are we battling on today?” You murmur, pinching the tip of his mic to twist it away. Faintly, you can hear Taehyung’s voice shout a greeting your way.

Another button smash of his remote, hands enveloping the tiny device. “Wii Fit Studio with Wario,” he replies, eyes flickering across the screen like his life depends on it. You snort.

“I thought you hated Wario,” you point out, and move with him when he jumps after being shot off the screen.

He looks at you for the first time as he waits for his character to respawn. “Changed my mind. He’s just misunderstood. Listen to my theory, babe,” he starts, and you let go of him because you have the back of a ninety year old war veteran and can only hunch over for so long. You take up a very bodyguard-esque position behind him, watching him play and gently pressing your thumbs into his shoulders. “Imagine this. You’re a kid trying to have fun and this other kid who looks exactly like you but better is somehow also cooler than you.”

You hum, letting go of his shoulders to toy with his hair. You pull it into a makeshift ponytail and giggle, not that Jungkook minds, too immersed in his game and his sudden loving Wario speech to care. “Then, you get older and this same dude is still getting all the credit for being exactly like you. On top of that, his little brother is doing the same to your little brother! I’d be so pissed.”

You let his hair drop, and then quickly brush the strands away from his face when he whines. “Uh huh. But theoretically speaking, aren’t you the Mario of your little universe?” Jungkook is silent. “If we’re going by your little story, I hardly doubt there’s another Jeon doing better than you,” you point out.

Jungkook’s Wario gets blown off the screen for the last time, and he’s left blankly staring at the screen. You poke his neck. “I don’t wish to discuss this further,” he says rather matter of factly. You laugh, shaking him and his seat. “Baby, why would you say that!” He cries.

You smile, flicking the switch on his headset before pushing it off his head. Jungkook moans again, head lolling back to glare up at you. “I finally come to terms with the fact that Mario is the true asshole, just to find out I’m Mario? Fucking absurd.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics, fingers dancing down the stretched column of his neck. “Listen, no one told you to go out and create an entire deep backstory for the Mario Cinematic Universe.”

He scoffs, eyes fluttering shut as he continues basking in your soft caresses. “The MCU,” he chuckles under his breath. On screen, Taehyung is still fighting with whoever else they were playing with tonight, a little Isabelle and Dark Samus dancing across the screen.

Meanwhile, you’re still absentmindedly running your fingertips along Jungkook’s skin. For a second, you think he’s asleep by the deepening of his breaths, his body so soft and relaxed beneath your touch, but then he gets one of those weird twitches of his, and pushes his head between your breasts.

“Ah,” he sighs, eyes still shut. “Soft.”

“No shit,” you say, “you’re deep between my boobs.”

The little shit snuggles closer at your words. “My favorite place in the world,” he croons, and you pinch his neck for his stupidity. “Tell me when they’re done,” he mumbles, sounding as if he’s actually gonna fall asleep.

You relent, continuing your gentle massaging of the muscles in his neck as you tune into the match on screen. You’re not exactly sure which one Taehyung is, but your gut tells you he’s probably playing as Isabelle, so you root for her. You’re weirdly into it, jumping every time a good spar happens.

By the time the match ends (literally only like 4 minutes later) and you check on your boyfriend, he’s snuggled his way between the valley of your breasts, his cute nose poking out from between. “Oh my god,” you sigh, having to take a momentary pause to collect yourself from the sight.

Jungkook giggles.

“Well. Taehyung’s done,” you inform him, and he hums though he doesn’t really seem to care about Smash anymore. His hands go slack around his remote, crawling up to dwarf yours.

He sighs, sounding so happy with himself. “Baby, you’re so soft,” he hums, and you try desperately, and you mean desperately, to ignore the sudden drop of his voice, his hands ever so gently tangling with yours.

You try to hit him with the facts, because you know where this will go if you don’t. “Well, breasts are made up of mostly fatty tissue, and lobes for producing milk,” you inform him.

Contrary to your goal, the handsome smile that envelopes his face has you fighting down the curl in your stomach. You can never win.

“You know I love when you talk anatomical to me,” he purrs, and it takes everything in you to not punch him straight in those pearly whites.

You don’t have enough time to respond, too caught up in a mental pep talk to re-evaluate what your body considered attractive. Jungkook’s corny jokes should definitely not be high on the list, but your rock hard nipples said otherwise. “So, you gonna let me suck on them or what?”

“I hate you,” you groan, reaching over to completely unplug Jungkook’s headset because you were absolutely terrified of creating an accidental porno with your celebrity boyfriend.

Jungkook chuckles. “No you don’t,” he teased, finally wiggling his way away from you to whirl his seat around. “Could feel your nip nops pressing into my forehead. No bra today? She’s bold.”

“She’s bold and embarrassed that her boyfriend calls them nip nops,” you sigh, climbing into his lap. His remote presses hard against your thigh, and you yelp before he tugs it out and throws it on the desk behind him. Vaguely, you register the screen lighting up behind Jungkook, but then he’s nudging your shirt upwards.

He’s barely brushed his hands against you, but you’re already shivering and squirming in his lap. “Relax for me, baby,” he assures you, a new depth slowly creeping around his words. “Gonna take care of you, alright?”

You nod, breath already caught in your throat just from the way he looks at you. He flashes you another smile, bunny teeth slightly pressed against his lower lip, before he’s pushing your shirt above your chest, and marveling at your boobs.

You don’t miss the way his gaze becomes glossy, eyes hyper focused on the rise and fall of your chest. Just as you’re about to urge him to do something, he’s reaching up to brush his thumb around your nipple. “Oh,” you blurt out, the skin around your nipple rising with goosebumps.

Jungkook lets out a soft huff of air at your reaction. “So sensitive. Bet I could make you come just by touching your tits, baby.”

You scoff, choking back another sound when he does the same to the other nipple. “I wanna say I doubt it, but I feel like you’ll prove me wrong,” you retort.

At this, Jungkook smirks. “Oh, so now it’s an expectation?” He smiles, and it’s the last angelic side of him you see before he’s ducking down and latching his supple lips around your breast.

Immediately, your back arches forward, hands scrambling to grip onto his shoulders as he licks across your breast. “J-Jeon, wait—“ you cry, body shaking at the way his tongue dances around your nipple.

Your hands tangle themselves in his hair, tugging and twisting it as he flicks his tongue back and forth, knocking it against the hard pebble. You moan, and almost choke when he pulls away with a lewd pop.

His lips are glossy from his own saliva, red from the friction. He’s looking at your glistening breast like a starved man, thumb returning to glide over his own messy artwork. “So pretty,” he hums, Puckering his lips to blow a soft tuft of air against it. You shiver. “Aren’t you the softest little thing,” he says, one hand falling to your waist and gently easing you closer to his crotch. His sweatpants do nothing to conceal how he’s feeling.

You hate to admit how your insides had turned into a Fruit Gusher the second he started sucking on your boob, and now that you think of, you'd be absolutely embarrassed if you did come from just this.

As if sensing your inner turmoil, Jungkook meets your gaze. “I fucking knew it,” he says, slightly out of breath. You furrow your eyebrows, to which he pointedly raises his and gestures to his crotch. “You started pressing down so hard on me the second I got my mouth on you,” he brags, and as if to punctuate his statement, grinds his hips upward into you. “Did sucking your titty make you that wet, doll?”

Your cheeks flush at his words. Belatedly, you nod, your eyes falling to his lips that quirk up into a smile. “Oh, you’re just so desperate to be touched, aren’t you?” He continues, and then reaches up to pinch your nipple between two rough fingers.

You gasp, body arching into him. The pain is new, but definitely welcomed. “Yes,” you cry out, hand reaching out to grapple around his wrist. Though you try to tug it away, it feels disgustingly good and you know he knows, which is why he gives it a slight tug.

Finally, when he lets go of you, he doesn’t hesitate to lower himself down by your other, ignored breast. “I wanna see you cream your shorts, okay? So I’m gonna suck your other titty until you’re near tears, baby,” he states, before giving you a soft push of his hips.

“Please, be gentle,” you choke out, words stuck the moment he wraps his lips around you. This time, he’s ruthless with his tongue. He traces it all over, tonguing your nipple like a lollipop. It feels nice, the wet caress, that you don’t see that bite coming at all. You moan, body unconsciously pushing away from him in surprise.

“Nuh uh,” Jungkook tuts, strong arms wrapping around your lower back to bring you back into his embraces. This closer position has your core pressing down directly over his dick, and the sudden double stimulation has your vision momentarily going white. “Gonna give you a pretty little bite right under your tit, doll,” he announces, and in a scary act of trust, presses his fingers into your spine until you’re staring at the ceiling, the only thing supporting you his strong arms. He nudged your breast with his nose until he finds the perfect spot to place his impromptu hickey.

It’s right against the bottom curve, where your skin folds over, that he settles on. “Need you to to sit nice and still for me. You can do that, right baby?” Jungkook says, big doe eyes looking up at you. You nod your head quickly.

His teeth are cold, unlike the rest of his mouth. “Jungkook!” You moan, toes curling and thighs attempting to clamp shit. They hit the outside of the chair instead, slightly squeezing around his thin waist. “You’re s-so good to me,” you wail, pushing down into his covered cock for friction.

As much as you wanted to act like this wouldn’t affect you, your body is no liar. Fingers tangled in his long curls, you find yourself gently rutting against him. Much to your surprise, this makes him break away, a thin bridge of saliva connecting his mouth to your chest. You mourn when it finally breaks.

“Told you to stay still, doll,” Jungkook warns, one set of long fingers sprawling on the small of your back as the other reaches up. “You had all the time in the world to work yourself on me, but you wanna choose now?” He gently reprimands you, twisting your nipple between two pinched fingers. You mewl. “Promise you’ll be good?”

“I can’t,” you whine, desperation seeping into your voice as your traitorous hips jolt forward again. You nearly fall onto him when a particular nudge of his cock over your core feels just right. “Want your cock so bad,” you wail, throwing all hesitation out the window as you begin full on humping yourself against his crotch.

Jungkook sighs, trying to act annoyed with you but the twitch of his cock beneath you cannot lie. “Well I’m not done having fun with you,” he says, though the way his words are tinged with complaints, you can tell he’s trying hard not to pout. Nonetheless, he latches his mouth around your breast again, and you nearly faint when he rolls your nipple between his teeth.

“Jeon,” you cry, looking down with probably the world’s worst quadruple chin only to catch him absolutely savoring your titty. He’s got his eyes closed, pink tongue licking across every inch he can get. His arms are wrapped around the smallest part of your waist like he can’t possibly fathom letting you go. When he moans, a whole new found wetness coats your walls. You choke on a sob, “I-I love you, Jungkook.”

You can feel a smirk pressed around your breast. It’s this moment when Jungkook finally gives up on his little quest to tame you, hips bucking up to meet your offbeat grinds against him. He pulls off your breast with another wet pop, though he’s slightly lower than you from how consumed he was when sucking you tits. He has to make a little effort to stretch his neck up to look at you, and even then it’s over the top of his nose that he gazes at you.

His lips pucker slightly, and the next time you grind down onto him has them brushing against your lower lip. “That’s it,” he croons, admiring the different expressions that contort your face as you become closer and closer to your orgasm. “Come all over your pretty panties for me, baby,” he encourages, sucking your lower lip between his.

His mouth had been so dangerous to you today, licking and sucking in all the right spots, but nothing has ever felt as right as having it on yours. “I-I’m sorry,” you whimper, fingers knitting themselves in his hair.

“Don’t be,” he comforts, gripping your hips and swiveling you in a circular motion. “Next time you’ll do better, won’t you?”

You nod, head bouncing like a bobble head. He smiles, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. Your thighs twitch. “I was gone for so long,” he rambles, hips picking up their pace the second he hears your breath hitch in your throat. “Didn’t think you’d become so sensitive and needy.”

A faint smile passes through your lips, and your toes curl and your belly tightens in that delicious way it does right before orgasm. Another grind against Jungkook, and he sighs “I love you,” as you cream your pants like a dweeby high schooler being touched for the first time.

Jungkook’s gentle movements halt the moment he sees that orgasmic face overtake you, pressing soft smooches all over the bottom half of your face, peppering your lips with them, until your fingers finally loosen in his hair.

“Fuck, I’m embarrassed,” you huff out, feeling gross and sticky in all the worst spots. Jungkook chuckles, and you can still feel his hard cock nudging the insides of your thighs.

“Nah,” he says. “It’ll make it easier for me to slide in.”

Even in your post orgasmic state, his words have a brand new coil of heat revving up. God, you were whipped for him. “Bed?” You ask, and he nods as you clamber off his lap, tugging down your shirt.

Immediately, he whirls around and catches sight of his abandon Smash game. “Huh.” He says, and you already feel the distraction staple itself into his mind. “Have you ever noticed how Dark Pit—“

You cut him off, gliding your hands around his neck and slowly craning it back until you can give him a tiny Spider-Man kiss. “If you make me cum a second time I promise I’ll listen to whatever theory you have about him,” you purr, punctuating your words with a tiny smooch.

The screen is off in record time.

#ksmutclub #kpopwonderlandtag #jeon jeongguk #jungkook smut #jjk smut #bts smut #mine

[redxblueihateloveyou]

i'm curious, what are your top 10 favorite rinharu moments in high speed and high speed 2?? i love the books. i don't understand why people say is impossible to ship rinharu if you read them...

Lmao who are those “people”? As in multiple? And are they from Mars? I do not get this. You cannot be serious. You probably meant “impossible not to ship”?

I don’t know about top ten, I love all of their interractions tbh, they just remind me of my fav type of romance in general. I know what are my top 5 I think, but after that I love everything, so it’s hard to rate.

1. My absolutely favorite moment will forever be the one, where Rin describes the way he sees Haru in the water, I’m seriously forever in awe, because, I’ve read a lot of books, and like... even period dramas got nothing on Rin Matsuoka, when he describes the love of his life. I mean, seriously, find yourself a person who sees you the way Rin sees Haru lol

Rin felt like he was touched by the light, that surrounded him with warmth. He turned around to see Haruka, who was glowing. Shining. Haruka was shining with every strong and confident stroke that he made. The outstanding energy, emitted from him, surrounded Haruka with the dazzling light and Rin froze, unable to look away. Rin’s heart was beating so hard in his chest, that he forgot how to breathe. Haruka stole his heart. And the further away he got from him, the more distance grew between them, the more uneasy Rin felt, like he was losing the control over his emotions. He was possesed by Haruka’s shining. His strokes looked as if he was hugging the water, his leg movements were so effortless and so elegant, as if water herself was moving him to the finish line. But in all these deceptively smooth and unhurried motions were so much strength and power and such incredible speed, that all his opponents didn’t stand a chance. His swimming was that transcendent reality. He was like a bird dancing in the sky with its wings spread wide.”

Dude... I’m like... still speechless. I mean, and not just this, but everytime Rin talks about Haru, even when he jokes about his stupid habbits, you still feel that he finds him so beautiful, inside and outside, that it just makes my heart melt. 

2. When Aki tells Rin that if you put him and Haru together, you get a perfection. 

“That guy has no sense of humor. He should learn by watching me, don't you think?" Rin joked lightly.

Aki laughed a bit at his words. "It's true. Add the two of you together and divide by two, and it would be perfect."

But I mainly love that moment, because like... Aki starts telling him, that Haru is not what he's pretending to be (like for some idiots in the fandom who call him selfish, that was the explanation for them xD) and how everyone always want something from him, and he never asks for anything in return and doesn’t have anyone to lean on (yup that’s what I said all along, too, with Makoto’s dumb behavior in difficult situations, he’s on his own there lmao). And she waits for Rin to deny it or like be surprised, but it turned out that that’s exactly how Rin sees him and that he cracked him from the very beginning. BTW, here’s your addition to the ask about Rin loving Haru for who he is and seeing him for who he is. I’m just in love with that moment, because I’m happy that he just... not only he knows him, but bc he’s not one of those many idiots who just don’t get it.

"Nanase-kun seems like he can do anything all by himself, doesn't he? He's good at studying and sports and even art. He really can do anything, right? That's why everyone relies on him, but it would really be something for Nanase-kun to rely on anyone, wouldn't it?"

Rin certainly thought this was true. He had only just transferred, but the image that Rin had of Haruka was exactly that. But even if Haruka didn't have the will to go out and get involved with other people on his own, it wasn't like he was completely isolated. On the contrary, he was considered the most reliable person in their class, and when people relied on him, he always did his best to meet their expectations. This was the strange balance that people around Haruka had to maintain.

3. The one when Haru calls Rin by his name for the first time. And I honestly for some reason didn’t even realize that this moment was in the anime until my 3rd rewatch (lol), but, man, little Rin’s reaction is the most adorable ever. I cry.

4. When Gou meets Haru for the first time and immediately goes “ah so you’re Haruka Nanase, the one, who my brother talks about 24/7...‘Nanase is so cool, Nananse is so fast!’” and Rin just goes red lmfaaaaaooooo.

5. When Haru says that he feels the fever running through his body each time he just sees Rin, but he doesn’t understand what it means... ahem.... OH WELL

6. When Rin tells them he’s leaving and Haru gets absolutely furious and calls him a selfish jerk, but then he feels his legs giving out and he thinks that he needs to be in the water, but then he realizes, that for the first time in his life it won’t save him and he’s so lost and fucking crushed. "you can’t just mess up my whole life and leave me like that” and “this can’t be true, I can’t be this weak.” aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa fucking hellish angst... that mix of emotions was seriously hideous, at first he was so confused and in denial, he couldn’t even think, he literally went “who is leaving?” and then it just all blew up. Poor baby.

7. Just all the little moments, when Rin notices everything Haru does and falls in love a bit more each time. Like when Haru slowed down, when he saw that Nagisa is having troubles of keeping up with him.

Nagisa was earnestly trying to keep up with Haruka. If he kept up that pace, he wouldn't be able to run next to Haruka for the whole trip. That was how it had been yesterday. Nagisa's breath was coming short, and when Haruka saw him slow down a pace, he lightly turned his eyes downward. I guess that's as far as he goes.

A sigh mixed with Haruka's long breaths. Then, by just a tiny increment, Haruka let his pace slacken.

"Oh?" Rin said quietly. Haruka could almost hear him saying "You're so nice, Nanase," and he tsked inwardly. Nagisa caught up to him, smiling as if it hurt a bit. It looked like he'd lost the energy to keep talking.

Just cute, and they watched each other all the time, it’d be a bitch to count each one, but god, all of them were cute.

8. All the moments of Haru pulling Rin’s pigtails... hilarious, especially the RinRin one, but the funniest and my favorite was when Nagisa turned to Haru to ask him for a permision to call Rin Rin-Rin, like... all the rights to Rin belong to Haru and vice versa lmao I agree. “I’ll allow it” lolz shut it, Haru.

9. This moment: “Something happened inside of him that made Haruka incredibly angry, he was so pissed, that he didn’t even want to swim anymore. To think that someone like Rin could make him feel such powerful swirl of emotions and make him such a mess... he felt disgusted with himself.” Yeah, Haru, love is dat bitch when you’re 13 lol

10. The one where Haru whispers “sorry for making you feel that way” to Rin? The one where Rin’s grandma doesn’t want to go to see the relay, but then she suddenly does, when she finds out that her grandson’s future husband is in it? The “he at that moment realized that the only thing Rin was concerned about was Haruka” one? I don’t fucking know, you pick haha ANY MOMENT, ALL THE MOMENTS XD

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BUT in all seriousness, I do not get how you can love Makoharu after the novels. Like do people just ignore these moments:

“Haru waved Makoto off like an annoying fly”, “feeling annoyed by his obnoxious care, Haruka went right past him”, “feeling like Makoto’s smile could turn into tears any second now, Haru turned away and went to the showers” (fuck this shit I’m out lmao), “complitely ignoring him, Haru kept walking”.

??????? is this... does anyone find this amazing??????!!!!!!!!!!!

Or when Haru was literally fucking losing it, cause Makoto just repeated everything after him and how he just lost all the respect in that moment.

“I feel like I should also get into running.” Makoto said it as it was a joke, but Haru knew for sure that it wasn’t. More than that, he knew, that Makoto was going to ask him that ever since the moment he found out that Haru was running this morning. Haruka fel annoyed, because he couldn’t find the excuse to refuse him.

Or this moment:

“Makoto was late and Haruka didn’t have any reasons to wait for him. Makoto can catch up with him on the way, they’ll meet at the swimming club either way. For both of them it’ll be better, if Haru went by himself, than stood there and waited Makoto, slowly losing his temper.”

“Haruka felt uncomfortable, cause Makoto looked at him, as if was a weak”

Or this:

"Did you know I was going to come out here?" Even though he knew it was impossible, Makoto couldn't stop himself from asking.

"Nope."

"Then, why…" are you standing in a place like this?

"Watching the sunset."

and I can go on and on and on

and the fishies... oh my fucking god, the fishies

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I’m just saying, all these moments are not even funny. My point in all this, that like no matter how much Haru loves Makoto as a friend... or got used to him is what I personally think, I don’t think he’s ever gonna idk how to say this... respect him as a human being? admire him? And this whole situation... I just can’t appreciate such kind of relationships even in a friends way. 

1stly because Makoto’s behavior in general makes me have war flashbacks to some of my real life experiences (and yeah, I confess, it affected me and that’s why I don’t like his character a lot; because I don’t think many people know what it’s like to deal with these kind of people in general). 2ndly, cause Makoto fans keep trashing Haru and many call him selfish bc of the way he treats him, but what they don’t understand is that if it wasn’t for Haru being this harsh, Makoto would literally became even doormat-y than he is now (yes, it’s possible lmao). 

P.S. my favorite in the novels tbh is all the Haru “I’m surrounded by idiots” moments, like when they started to dig the frozen soil with little scrapes and he was looking at them like they’re morons and then just silently walked away and came back with a giant shovel... “if you keep doing this with your tiny scoopers, we’re gonna be here all night” and they then they just watched him as he did everything himself LMFAO I just love him so freaking much. I also think his relationship with Nagisa are incredible and so underrated, since it’s a huge and incredible part of the books. I just keep saying, Haru’d be an amazing dad, so I can’t wait for him and Rin to adopt xD

P.P.S. And what about the Free! novelization????!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAA

#answered #anonymous #rinharu #harurin #Free! #free! iwatobi swim club #free #rin matsuoka #nanase haruka #sharkbait #Haru x Rin #rin x haru #did i not get something? wasn't the high speed a horrible thing for mh? #cause it seemed like that to me

[starkeristheendgame]

College au prompt where Peter becomes good friends with a new kid on campus named Harry and invites him over one night to study and tony come home to Harry on peters bed while peter takes a shower and thinks the worst. (Peter and tony are roommates btw) and when peter comes out Harry tells peter that tony came in and saw him and stormed out and peter goes out to find him and tony tells him that he thought peter cheated and he was jealous. And they spend the rest of the night curled in Tony’s bed

I hope I did this justice! Thank you sm for the prompt, and I hope that you enjoy it :’) 

TW: Miscommunication | Suspected (no actual) cheating | Moderate angst | Slight hurt 

The figure sprawled on their bed is immediately evident as not Peter. Tony stops short in the doorway, taking in the sight of the boy draped over the bed like he owns it. 

At a passing glance or at a distance he could pass for Peter, but closer inspection tells all the differences. This boy’s hair is lighter, a little straighter. His jaw is sharper, mouth wider, eye brighter. Classically and softly handsome, not too dissimilar to Peter.

He’s shirtless, head lifting from the pillow in surprise. 

“Oh! Peter didn’t tell me he was expecting-”

“I’m sure he didn’t,” Tony cut in icily, ears picking up on the sound of the shower. Peter was one of those ‘must shower after sex’ kinds of people, though now and then he could be persuaded to snuggle for a while before the tackiness and drying sweat became unbearable. 

It was crystal, nuclear level clear what was going on here. He didn’t need more than two braincells to rub together to take in the scene and know what he’d walked in on.

“Uh.” The other boy looked confused and a little apprehensive, brows furrowing as he pushed himself up onto his elbows. Glancing at the closed doorway of the en -uite. Tony forced himself to breathe out, forced himself to move under the leaden, cold weight of his heart. 

He’d thought Peter was different. 

Peter had promised him he was different. Had promised his friendliness with everyone was truly just who he was, that the only person who had his heart and body was Tony. He’d been a fucking fool for believing it, clearly. 

Peter was beautiful, vibrant, insatiable. How could Tony have any singular claim to that? How could Tony have thought he could ever hoard such a treasure? 

He turns away. 

Barely hears the slamming of the door over the roaring in his ears. He felt sick, nausea and hurt twisting an writhing in his stomach like a live beast, ugly and wounded. 

He kept replaying every moment with Peter over and over in his mind, the last texts they’d sent to each other, the last kiss, the first time they fucked, every time Peter had promised Tony, there’s nobody else but you. 

He laughed, because if he didn’t laugh he’d cry. How fucking stupid had he been? Nobody was as sweet as Peter, as wholesome without using it as a smokescreen. 

Peter had well and truly reeled him in, hook, line and sinker. He clutched his car keys in his palm so tightly that it began to hurt, metal ridges biting into his skin as he stalked across the campus towards the residential parking lot. 

Ripping open the door to his car, he’d barely got inside and shut the door when it was yanked open again, a breathless Peter almost falling straight into his lap. Tony jerked in his seat, heart squeezing so painfully at the sight of Peter’s wild, dark eyes that for a moment he almost forgot about the rest of the hurt. 

Peter was laughing. 

“You’re an idiot, Anthony Edward Stark,” Peter managed, hair sopping wet and wearing nothing but a sodden shirt, boxers and unlaced sneakers. Fury coiled low and vicious in his stomach as Peter crawled into his lap, panting and red cheeked. 

“Get the fuck off me, Parker,” he snapped once he’d come back to himself, once he’d reminded himself of why Peter was wet. Hurt flashed across Peter’s pretty face, lips parted and the light in his eyes flickering like a candle in the breeze for a moment, before cold hands clutched at his jaw, forcing his head up where he ducked it away, teeth grinding.

“Tony. Please, I know what you’re thinking, but if the last few months have meant anything, give me a moment to explain.”

He wanted to laugh, to shove Peter off him, but he couldn’t move. It was a cruel card to be dealt; if the last few months have meant anything to you. 

They’d meant everything to him. 

“You’ve got ten fucking seconds before I tip you ass-first into the dirt and leave you there,” he choked out, wrenching his jaw from Peter’s gentle touch as tears blurred his vision. He kept his hands fisted at his sides, terrified that if he let himself touch, he’d find himself either hurting or holding. 

Peter let out a breath above him, teeth catching his lower lip for a moment. He was still awkwardly hunched over, crammed into the bare space between Tony and the steering wheel. 

“Tony, baby. I know what it looked like, okay? But I can promise you, I swear to you, it wasn’t that. I meant to call you on my back to the dorm, but we ran into Steve and I forgot. That boy? That’s Harry.”

Harry. 

The name was familiar, immediately so. It dredged up past conversations of the new kid in Peter’s chemistry class, friendly and nerdy, crushing hard on Peter’s friend MJ. 

Something must’ve crossed his face because Peter looked encouraged, gripping at his shirt like Tony might still throw him out of the car at any moment. 

“He’s my study partner for this assignment, Tones. That’s it, nothing else, I swear. He came to our dorm because we’re working on a project - I can even show you, and I can show you the lecturer’s list that shows us as partners. I had a glass of orange juice and we were trying to juggle the folders and the laptop and he knocked it from my hand.”

Peter looked like he might cry now, curling towards Tony like a flower towards the sun. 

“Baby, please. We tipped the orange juice, and because we were sat back it went all over us. His shirt got soaked and it was in my hair, Tony, and I told him he could take one of my shirts while I showered but he just said he didn’t want to go poking around without me there and, and--” Peter’s words trailed off on a hitch, his eyes glossy as he pawed at Tony helplessly. 

“Please. I could never do that, Tony. Not to you, not to anyone.”

And fuck, but if Tony wasn’t a weak man. Even as ridiculous as the story sounded he could feel himself thawing, drawn to Peter like they were tied by red string. 

He could feel the hurt and the anger draining away, the jealousy at the mental image of two pretty, slender boys together fading like an old memory. Peter was staring down at him imploringly, braced like he still expected to be hit, wearing Tony’s shirt and Tony…

He let out a breath, a sound somewhere between a sob, a laugh and a growl, and dragged Peter down to his chest, sucking in a ragged breath and inhaling the scent of Peter’s coconut body wash. 

Peter slumped against him, arms wrapping around his head as best he could in the cramped space, body shuddering with his own exhale. 

“You’re being honest?” he whispered into the damp fabric pressed against his face and Peter shifted, reached for him against to tip his head back so they were looking each other in the eye. 

“Always, Tones. Fuck, when Harry said you sounded pissed, and you’d walked away, I... I thought you were leaving me. I can’t... I know how it looked, and I’m so sorry. I should have-” 

Peter’s words are cut off by Tony catching his mouth, licking into him and kissing him with enough force to bruise, pressing closer and closer until the car horn startled them both. 

“We-- We should go back. I told Harry to wait while I went after you,” Peter murmured, biting at his lip, hands roaming Tony restlessly like he was afraid this was just a dream and he was about to open his eyes to Tony having driven away. 

He doesn’t even know where he’d have gone. Home was a set of sparkling brown eyes and a laugh that made his heart soft and warm. 

He let Peter pull him from the car, the cool air hitting the wetness on his chest and thighs from where Peter had leapt straight out of the shower, straight into clothes and straight onto him. Peter refused to let go of his hand, glancing up at him on every other step like he might change his mind. 

He counted his breaths, counted his steps, tried to blink away the sight of Harry sprawled half naked on the bed, the way his gut had risen up like a tidal wave. If Peter said they hadn’t done anything…

He had no choice but to trust him. 

Harry was standing upright when Peter pushed the door open, looking across at them warily like Peter had brought Tony back just to let him lay into him. 

Tony drank in the sight of him again, the vague nervous-horrified expression, the empty cup on the desk behind him and the one important factor he hadn’t noticed before - the fact that one pillow case and the top cover of the bedding had been removed. 

“I swear, nothing ha-” Harry begun, and Tony held up a hand, squeezing Peter’s with his other. Harry’s jaw snapped shut and his expression pinched, like he was bracing himself. 

“If Peter says nothing happened...Then nothing happened,” Tony breathed out, glancing to the side at the sunny, joyful expression that Peter levelled him with. He offered a tiny, weak smile in response, still too wrung out to really comprehend the entire situation. 

He still felt vaguely sick and he could feel a headache brewing behind his temples, but relief shook through him like an earthquake. 

“That’s really good relationship trust right there,” Harry huffed out, wringing the hem of one of Peter’s shirts. Peter must’ve given it to him before running out.

“But also, for future reference, I’m straight. Not that Peter’s ugly! Just... Lacking. In what I like,” Harry clarified, shooting Peter an apologetic glance when the boy made a sound like he might actually be dying. 

“Great?” Tony replied in puzzlement, brows lifting. 

As it turns out, Harry was actually not such a bad guy. He’d recently transferred from Canada and had met Peter through their Chemistry class. He looked horrified when Tony apologised for getting the wrong idea, shaking it off with his own apology for how it looked, for not thinking about what Peter’s boyfriend might presume upon walking in. 

Peter hugged Harry before he left, and Tony shook his hand, gritting out a heartfelt but reluctant sentiment that he was happy Harry had a friend in Peter, and that he hoped this hadn’t put Harry off hanging out with Peter or Tony in the future. 

No sooner had he shut the door did he find a set of hands tugging at his hips, pulling him backwards until he bumped into a warm, solid body and they both toppled, landing on the bed together, entangled. 

“You know I’d never cheat on you, right?” Peter mumbled against the back of his neck, arms wrapped around him. Tony gave a soft sound and shifted, rolling them so they were laying side by side now, playing little spoon as Peter wormed closer. 

He’d dried off in the time they’d sat talking to Harry, but his fingertips were still cool as he slid them under Tony’s shirt collar. 

“I know,” he replied gently, holding onto Peter’s arms with one hand, dropping the other to his thigh where he rubbed slow, soothing circles. 

They lay there together for a while on the unmade bed, Peter breathing warm puffs of air against the back of his neck and Tony losing himself in the motion of sliding his thumb along the side of Peter’s wrist until the latter’s stomach grumbled loudly. 

They reluctantly hauled themselves up and made ramen, remade the bed, then fell straight back into it. Peter wrapped himself back up around Tony as they settled, fingers entwined and the room around them quiet, content. 

“Invite him back over on Friday,” Tony murmured as Peter tucked his head under his chin. 

“Really?” Peter sounded dubious. 

“Mm. We can invite the others too if you want, but I don’t want to scare away your new, straight friend.”

“And you won’t get jealous?” he could feel Peter’s smile against his shoulder. 

“Mm, no,” he replied, tucking Peter closer. “Because before he gets here, I’m going to fuck you so full of cum it’ll be dripping out of your for hours, reminding you who you belong with.”

#fanfic #starker #starker fanfiction #starker fanfic #ironspider #ironspider fanfiction #ironspider fanfic #tony stark/peter parker #peter parker/tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker x tony stark #starker: angst #starker: (not) cheating #starker: hurt/comfort #starker: hurt an comfort #starker: established relationship #starker: college au #starker: alternate universe #sie fics

[jade-marie]

Top 10 books fics I read in 2020

Tagged by @sothischickshe

I don’t read books. I’m trash. So have my top 10 fics. These aren’t in any real order, btw.

Finally got round to adding some content to each one. Send word to my family, I died doing this. All the fluffy goodness is hitting me right in the feels😭😭😭

Do not collect $200 by @mrslackles

My OG favourite series. I will talk about this till the cows come home, I will read it over and over again until the day I die. So fucking good. The plot, the characterisation, the angst, the fluff, it just has everything and I fucking love it.

Favourite snippet:

Her touch is so light that Rio shivers and his tongue darts out for a second, meeting two of her fingers, and it makes their eyes meet.

And the look she finds there, god, it’s indescribable – no words, there are no words. Yet she knows what it means. Nobody’s ever told me I’m a good kisser and nobody’s ever touched you like this.

She doesn’t say it aloud but it doesn’t matter, not really. They both know it.

And Beth doesn't know when she falls asleep, only that it's with her palm on his throat and her fingers splayed over his lips.

Lush life by @hereliesbb

Lush life is basically my comfort blanket. I have a bad day, I read it and I’m smiling again. Every time. Without fail. The fluffiest fucking shit I’ve ever read in my life, even the angst is fluffy. I love it so much, I cannot find the words. 

Favourite snippet:

“What?” she asked when she saw he was staring. She looked back in the mirror to make sure she didn’t have anything in her teeth.

“You’re beautiful,” he said and then huffed like he was making fun of himself. Beth felt her face flush and about a hundred thousand butterflies take flight inside of her.

Warm water by @inyoursheets

Angst, yearning, friends to lovers, slow burn AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES. Such a good read omg 😫

Favourite snippet:

She kisses him.

Elizabeth. Elizabeth kisses him.

He can’t move—can’t think, not with her up close, her scent overwhelming him, her soft body pressed into him—when she’s already pulling back, jerking to a halt.

And just like that, he’s done. Finished. Can no longer find it in him to keep it up, his carefully crafted indifference, the control he tried to grasp so eagerly. No point guarding it from her any longer, not with those wild, wide eyes peering up at him like he can give her something, here, now.

Good sport by fireinsideforfun

Again, phenominal characterisation. I love the way she portrays their vulnerability. It’s just so so so beautifully written. 

Also, the image of Rio drowning in a pair of ginormous pyjamas makes me feel some shit🤣

 Favourite snippet:

“You’re not going to go rotten on me, are you darlin’?” he quietly asks her.

The question takes her aback, because although his voice is gentle his eyes are speaking volumes, something dark and desolate brewing.

“No. Never,” she says to him and means it.

He scoffs. “How can you know?”

“Because we’ve already been there before,” she says, and she can tell he knows what she’s referring to. “I already tried to get rid of the king and I couldn’t do it. We’ve been through those motions together. It’s done.”

Milkshakes by @emilykolburn

Dad Rio vibes, Rio and babies. Milkshake meetcute. I cannot. Literally so adorable.

Favourite snippet:

Rio was looking her up and down, slowly taking in every inch of her that he could, and she noted that he had that twinkle in his eyes again. When his eyes eventually found hers, he tilted his head to the side a little, tongue running slowly across his bottom lip. The intensity in the eye contact alone made her want to shrink away. She wasn’t used to it, she realised, but the longer they looked into each other’s eyes, and the way the corner of his mouth slowly twitched up into a smirk, she found she liked it.

Irresistible by @wakeupflawless

Highschool au. Enemies to lovers. I eat that shit UP.

Before anyone could say anything, she grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him down to her for a very public, very dirty kiss.

“Oh, shit,” She heard Pedro say.

For once in his life Rio must have been stunned, because he was frozen against her for a moment. He grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to him and deepening the kiss. The bystanders erupted, she heard hoots and hollers coming from the guys and exclamations of “Oh my God!” from the girls.

“Hey! That’s enough” Called the Vice Principal, “Everyone get to class!”

Beth broke their kiss, panting slightly and grinning ear to ear.

“What was that?” Rio asked, raising his eyebrows.

“So everyone knows I’m hittin’ it,” Beth replied, smirking, “And also to say sorry,”

Love despite by @itsbriology

Dad Rio strikes again. If Lindsay throws in one more big-hand-small-baby-ratio reference... i’m pretty sure my ovaries will explode inside of my body and I’ll die of internal bleeding 🙃🙃🙃

Favourite snippet:

The hiccups lasted longer than he thought, almost to the point he wondered if there wasn’t something else he could do for her. But they eventually slowed and so did her tears, and then he stopped and looked down at her little head full of soft brown hair that had landed on his chest and watched her eyes drift shut again from the pure exhaustion of the near traumatizing event.

“There ya go, sleepy head. See, I told ya.” He laughed down at her as he continued holding her and pushing the cart down the aisle. A little old lady stopped and took in the sight of them.

“Someone’s a good daddy,” She smiled up at him with Jane cozy in his arms and he stopped. The lady looked to be about eighty and probably weighed seventy pounds.

“Uhh, no… this ain’t…” He tried telling her but she interrupted.

“What an adorable little girl you’ve got there.”

The lady looked up at them grinning.“Thank you.” He smiled back, not knowing what else to say in that moment.

Criminology 101 by @sdktrs12

College au. Cars being destroyed. Fluffy shit. Idiots being idiots. LOVE ITTTTT

He moves one hand up to brush her hair out of her face. “Do you trust me?”

I do that’s the whole problem, she wants to scream. She finds herself nodding quietly instead.

“That’s good.” He leans down, presses his lips against her temple in a soft kiss that makes her heart skip a beat.

Beth closes her eyes as she leans into him, giving in and letting herself fall into the dark abyss that is his touch, his smell, his voice.

Shit.

She’s in so much trouble.

Both sides of the law by @joeyjoeylee

Slow burn. Y E A R N I N G. But they don’t even know they’re yearning. Taking the constant oneupmanship and translating it into a law school setting - genius. So so good.

Favourite snippet:

“Shouldn’t you be at the bar?” She really needed to let Gretchen know some of the staff had a distinct professionalism problem. If, or when, she was in charge of throwing the party next year, she’d have to make sure they did a better job of recruiting the help.

“Was just there, actually.” He wiggled his hand to show her the beer bottle he was holding. “But Gretch got on me ‘bout not having my nametag.”

She was confused and a little scandalized. Was he really drinking on the job? And…”Gretch”? He had to mean Gretchen? Granted, Beth barely knew her, but Gretchen hadn’t seemed like someone who would be on a first name basis with the staff. And why would he have a nametag? Nametags were for the students, and he was just a bartender…

Oh.

Oh no.

Everything seemed suddenly to be moving very slowly and she seemed to be watching it all unfold from outside her own body.

She watched him lean closer again to reach behind her and pick up the last nametag from the table.

She watched him pluck the Sharpie from her hand and use it to cross out “Christopher” then write “Rio” in big block letters that still managed to look messy.

Then she watched as he made a production of pinning the nametag just so to his lapel, mirroring her, exact and mocking, grinning down at her all the while.

Oh no.

A time to kill @sothischickshe

JUSTICE FOR MICK. And his shirt. Poor bby did not sign up for dealing with these two dumbasses and their dumbassery. Grumpy Rio pov is always a winner in my book. It’s comedy gold.

Favourite snippet:

Jesus, her hair is past lank. He sniffs. “You’re ripe. Go shower, man.”

Elizabeth grumbles incessantly until he agrees she can have coffee first, but he draws a line under a single cup, demanding she hurry.

Rio opens the windows wide as they allow. There’s a distinct scent of manure in the air, but it honestly might be preferable.

“That shirt needs washing too!” he yells from a safe nasal distance.

She literally punts the shirt at him from the bathroom, before slamming then locking the door. The handle vibrates for ages after.

He debates sourcing some tongs to handle the offending item with. When he can’t find any, considers setting fire to it instead. Surely Elizabeth can make herself a dress outta all the hair she incessantly moults over every inch or some shit.

Eventually he chucks it in for a wash with some other bits, holding his nose closed.

Elizabeth’s in the bathroom for fucking ages. He assumes it’s payback for pointing out she stunk, or whatever. But it ain’t cute.

He jiggles the handle, knocks on the door. There’s no response.

“Oi!” Rio shouts. “Hurry up, I gotta piss!” It’s not, strictly speaking, true. But. It could be. Hogging the bathroom’s just rude.

“Go away!” she squawks. Then, “Go outside!”

He keeps it up, and she mostly ignores him. Though when he insinuates she’s taking the world’s longest shit, she does straight up tell him to fuck off.

Tagging @purplemagic @wakeupflawless @00gangfriend00 @joeyjoeylee

#tag game #fics #gg fic

[bnhablessings]

okay how about a bakugou angst scenario where his s/o gets hurt in training. he’s either very angry (more than usual) or just quiet because of how distraught he is. could you even write the reaction of him visiting his s/o at the hospital?

I may have cried writing this. I was in such a downer mood that it played perfectly into my writing. This definitely turned into a one-shot btw. I hope you enjoy this, Lovely!

I totally was thinking of Avatar the last air bender when I thought of what quirk she could have btw

Bakugou Katsuki x Female!Reader

Warnings: Angst (so much angst- like grab a tub of ice-cream, but I am a baby so idk), fluffy ending, mentions of blood/violence, talks of death, grammar mistakes probably

Words: 2,440

 Everyone knew that you trained frequently with Todoroki and Midoriya. It was how you became stronger and Todoroki didn’t mind helping you out (after Izuku talked him into it). You were grateful for every opportunity you had to train with them. It worked well as Midoriya always managed to help you work on your quirk.

Your quirk was a rather simple one. It was Earth Manipulation. It’s just as the quirk name suggests, you can manipulate the Earth. The only condition was that your feet had to be bare in order to feel the Earth under you.

It made it a challenge for the two who constantly trained with you and vice versa. The only downside was your boyfriend, Bakugou, who hated the idea of you training with them. Of course, he couldn’t stop you.

Which eventually leads to a dreadful night that will forever be etched into his brain.

~*~

For once, Bakugou can’t go to sleep no matter how hard he tried. He can’t figure out why. His hand rests against his phone and his body starts to fill with anxiety and anger since he has no idea why he’s feeling like this.

Eventually, it hits him. He checks his phone and to his very strong annoyance, it’s past 9:30. He should be asleep right now and you usually would’ve given him one of your annoying (but lovely) goodnight texts. That’s why he couldn’t sleep. You didn’t say goodnight.

Could you possibly still be training?

The thought made him angrier. He told you numerous amounts of times that sleep is important (his sleep). It pissed him off that you were spending so much time with Icy-Hot and fucking Deku. Just the idea of them with you right now is sending his blood boiling, more than usual, anyway.

He’ll have to give you a piece of his mind later is what he is thinking. Anything to get rid of the annoying worry that seems to bubble up in the pit of his stomach.

He makes it close to the training grounds. It feels rather cold but he brushes it off, feeling even more concerned for you now. When he is near, he is surprised to not hear any sounds of fighting. His ears instead pick up concerned hushed voices.

As soon as he steps foot in the training ground his whole body freezes at what he sees. The scene before him sends his heart racing in the worst way possible. His blood feels like it froze, at his anger almost dissipates.

Why are you on the ground?

Why is Recovery Girl here?

Everything feels like it’s going in slow-motion as he tries to make his suddenly heavy feet move. Aizawa is the first person to notice his presence. He is quick to make the two boys who were training with you go to him.

The last thing he needs is for Bakugou to see you in such a… state like this.

“Kaachan- I- She-“ Midoriya is cut off from Bakugou’s harsh glare as he suddenly tries to look past his two classmates.

“What the fuck happened?!” He shouts.

The concern is so obvious in his voice and it almost makes Midoriya want to cry.  He tries to explain again after taking a deep breath.

“(Name), had a serious accident-“

Midoriya is pushed out of the way as soon as those words leave his lips. Todoroki is quick to try and stop him from venturing further but it was futile once the ash-blond heard your name and accident. Midoriya and Todoroki trail after the angry boy in hopes they’ll stop him but it’s too late.

He sees your body on the ground. Your eyes are closed. Blood is oozing out of the back of your head. Your whole body is limp. Recovery Girl looks saddened. It feels like he can’t breathe. Why? What happened? Why are you like that?

“Bakugou, Todoroki, Midoriya, head back to the dorms,” Aizawa demands.

“Fuck that- Like I’m going back. Tell me what happened right now! Why aren’t you helping her?!” Bakugou is shouting at this point.

Before Aizawa can explain or command him yet again to leave. A new voice filled with sympathy speaks.

“Young Bakugou, now is not the time to be shouting. I’m escorting Young (Name) to the hospital with Recovery Girl. Listen to Aizawa. We’ll keep you and your class updated as needed,” All Might says.

He and Aizawa don’t allow Bakugou to think about it. They are quick to make sure you are securely in All Might’s arms with Recovery Girl. Just like that, he was gone.

Bakugou’s mind goes blank before the anger hits him out of nowhere. He turns around and glares at your training comrades. Aizawa, thankfully, predicted this would happen and ends up subduing the poor angry boy.

~*~

The first day without your presence makes everyone wary. The whole atmosphere is tense and fragile. The wrong word or action feels like it could make the one who is causing the tension explode. Class 1-A is at a loss on how to approach him.

It’s obvious that since your… incident… last evening, that he has not been in a great mood. Scratch that, it is obvious that he is in the worst mood possible. It even has Aizawa and the other teachers more concerned than usual. The class has no idea what happened. All they do know is that you simply went to your usual training session with Todoroki and Midoriya. They decide to keep their distance and give him time the first day.

The second day has everyone on edge. Bakugou hasn’t said a single word but the distinct popping sounds from his quirk are heard every now and then throughout the day.

The third day someone finally speaks to him. It was a simple question but one that made the popping sounds grow and Bakugou’s expression to become mixed.

“Bakubro, what happened with (Name)?” It was Kirishima who asked.

Of course, fucking Deku and Icy-Hot explained to him what happened and god… Just imagining what happened the way they described it is killing him. The crackling noises from his palms cease to be and he says absolutely nothing.

He focuses his stare as he thinks about you. Allowing what he did not witness to fill his head. That is until he hears Midoriya and Todoroki speak up in what they call a “whisper”. He almost scoffs but he doesn’t. He doesn’t have the energy to. Instead, the images in his head become more vivid from their words.

“We were training but (Name) wanted to go a little longer than usual, which was odd,” Todoroki murmurs.

Midoriya nods and continues, “We can tell she was getting tired but she kept pushing and begging so we continued. Aizawa, of course, was there ready to kick us out when she unleashed one of her new moves.”

“It appeared it didn’t go to plan. One of the huge boulders she produced from the Earth didn’t go the way she wanted- And well, (Name) started to panic,” Todoroki states his eyes falling down as he recalls the memory.

Midoriya nods his head and frowns. “I- Uh, I don’t know exactly what happened but within her panic, she lost control of her quirk? There were rubble and stone everywhere coming from the ground but… Then we just saw her on the ground. A large piece of stone seemed to land on her… We should’ve stopped her. Told her to wait until she had enough strength to try that move,” Midoriya says his voice cracking a few times from the guilt.

Bakugou stands abruptly. The desk is pushed away and the chair fell to the ground. His breathing is heavy but he says absolutely nothing as he walks out of the room. He knows it’s not their fault. He knows this but it’s so hard not to blame them. Not to blame you.

He wishes he could just yell at you. Call you a dumbass and see your embarrassed expression from that or hear a snarky retort back. Just anything. He didn’t think he can love someone as much as he does you but it is certainly hitting him hard right now.

“Young Bakugou, I- You have been granted permission to see Young (Name). Would you like to come with Mr. Aizawa and myself?” All Might asks.

What a dumb fucking question Bakugou thinks to himself.

~*~

“I have to warn you. The doctor-“ Bakugou doesn’t allow All Might to speak as he opens the door.

It slams against the wall and immediately Aizawa is glaring at the male. However, it softens upon seeing Bakugou trying to fight any emotions on his face. The only give-away to Bakugou’s grief is the small tremble of his lip.

He goes to take a seat beside your laying figure. His hand immediately reaching for your rather limp one. It feels slightly cold to him and that bothers him greatly.

“Young Bakugou, as I was saying before. This may be terrible to look at since it appears she is sleeping but as I explained in the car she is in a coma. The doctor said they managed to get the swelling from the brain trauma down but because she is in a coma there is a chance that she may not wake up,” All Might finally says what he’s been meaning to.

Bakugou’s hand grips yours even tighter but in a firm voice he states, “She’s going to wake up.”

If you don’t, he won’t know what to do.

~*~

Day by day got harder as you showed no signs of waking up. He kept to himself as always but his shouting has been to a low minimum. Only glares, small growls, and the popping sound of his quirk indicate his low mood, which happened to be all the time now.

Each day he would get with one of the teachers to visit you at the hospital. They allowed him a small time to have some privacy with you and every time he would allow his strong façade to drop. Only in front of your unmoving body as he begs you to wake up or keep staying strong.

The one day he nearly had a heart attack visiting you was the day he caught Midoriya and Todorki visiting you. They had flowers and a card with them and looked dressed up but that seemed to piss him off more. He ignored every logical thought in his head as he hurled towards the two before they can dare open the door to your room.

Aizawa who escorted Bakugou this time got lucky he reacted just as fast and erased Bakugou’s quirk as his hand neared the boys’ faces.

When nothing happened, the two look surprised and glance at their teacher.

“Bakugou, if you are going to act like that you will no longer be allowed to visit (Last Name).”

Just the thought kills him. He bites his tongue as he glares at the two who figured out why he is so angry. Why he finally broke and nearly exploded their faces off. However, none of them had time to bring it up as a loud and fast beeping sound comes from your room.

A few nurses push through to the room and a doctor comes inside and Aizawa knowing the drill forces all of the boys to leave to the waiting room.

Bakugou hates the waiting as his heart beats incredibly fast.

“We do feel guilty but we aren’t the ones that caused her harm. It was an accident from her pushing too hard,” Todoroki broke the silence.

Midoriya can only nod.

That was the only day he couldn’t see you do to the fact you stopped breathing for a few minutes.

~*~

“(Name), it’s been a whole month without you. You gotta wake up soon. I don’t know how much longer I can fucking handle this shit,” Bakugou whispers into the skin of your forehead before placing a kiss on it.

He continues to vent to you as this has been his only outlet.

“I know I don’t say it a lot. I know I can be a complete dick but I do love you. This hurts and you’re the only one I can truly rely on. The other idiots can never take your place. I need my dumbass.”

He stops talking to take in much needed shaky breath before placing another kiss on your forehead.

The door opens and All Might and Aizawa walk in. “Ready to go Young Bakugou?”

No. He’s really not. He never wants to leave. It’s been an absolute nightmare. His heart aches whenever he sees you in this damn bed but he doesn’t voice it to anyone. He hates it when his lip trembles but it always seems to when he tries to show how he’s not feeling about you.

He stands up being careful with your hand, ready to place it at your side, and just as he’s ready to let go of it, you squeeze it. Bakugou stops. It was the lightest squeeze ever but it was the first time you have done it.

The teachers notice the sudden change in him and watch with alertness. Bakugou stares down at you and sits back down as soon as your eyes open.

“I’m going to get the doctor,” All Might quickly states as Aizawa goes to your other side.

You are staring straight up and trying to speak when Aizawa shushes you. The doctor comes in just in time to say, “Miss (Last Name), try not to worry-“

Bakugou blocks it out as he can no longer fight the tears. You’re awake.

~*~

This time Bakugou heads towards the hospital without a scowl. A teacher should already be there helping with physical therapy and such but by the time he gets there, you should be done.

He’s on time as Midnight helps you gently lay down on the bed. She nods at Bakugou before leaving to give you both a few minutes of privacy.

Ever since you woke up, Bakugou has been more affectionate. It’s odd but you can sense the constant worry he has for you. A smile appears on your face and without thinking you say, “I love you too.”

He pauses and looks puzzled.

“I don’t remember much but I heard you. I heard you constantly telling me that I will wake up, that you love me, that I’m your dumbass,” You say gently.

His lips tremble once more and all he can manage to say is, “I need you more than you know, Dumbass.”

#bnha #mha #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katsuki x reader #boko no hero academia #my hero academia #oneshot #fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #angst #fluff #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader

[eddielala]

Okay, I won’t sleep.

Here’s my goddamn summary and explanation of the meta. Because I have to say it.

1. They cut the ‘I love you’ scene . You know why? It was a hint that this episode won’t be about them.

2. We don’t know how long Dean was in the bunker and cried. We do know he didn’t pick up the phone the first time Sam called.

3. Dean arrives with the Impala. You can see he’s broken. And I really mean fucking goddamn broken. Jensen acted it very well and in character. He looks to the ground, he tries not to cry, his eyes flutter. He doesn’t realize what Jack and Sam are saying, you literally can see him thinking. Cas told him he loves him and died, that’s not easy to handle. Not for Dean, who’s still unsure about his sexuality.

4. “He saved me”. Well, he didn’t say ‘he loves me’. But ‘he saved me’ is the exact same thing for Dean, because he’s the man who doesn’t deserve to be saved. Saving him was Cas’ love confession and with telling Sam and Jack about it, he said ‘he loves me’. And come on, Dean talking about feelings would be out of character. We see a drunk Dean sleeping between beer bottles, that’s enough.

5. The dog is Cas. Not in person, but it’s kind of an incarnation. The angel with the puppy eyes, loyal, brave. Dean sees Cas in it and that’s the reason he falls in love with ‘Miracle’. He dies because of god and the moment of joy is over. Btw in the end you can see the dog again. Sooo, maybe Cas is on his way?

6. Adam is dead. It was only Michael and Adams body. And after Michael is killed Adam is gone forever. Maybe it’s a message because the fans always made fun that the writers and the boys forgot their brother. Now he’s gone.

7. The Cas call scene. You can see the desperate in Deans eyes. I already saw some posts about it and they were on point. The moment of hope in Deans eyes when he hears Cas’ voice, he jumps off and runs upstairs. That’s love btw. He wants so bad that it’s Cas, even he knows it’s nearly impossible.

8. Lucifers comeback. Maybe fan service? Mark was a brillant Lucifer. And we have the situation of the archenemies again: Lucifer and Michael, both with daddy issues. One last fight. And, surprise, Luci dies. The “good” one wins. Luci is now in the empty again... isn’t he? But I think his death is permanently. They wanted to solve the problem with the whole ‘in SPN nobody stays dead’ thing. But dunno, I didn’t look up the cast for next week’s episode.

9. The reaper. Well, I was in shock when she showed up. I really thought it’s Cas in a female vessel but it was just a reaper. Luci kills her, here’s new death. Well, they needed someone to open up the goddamn book. Wasn’t very exciting. And she was dead as fast as she was alive. I think the writers didn’t know how to open up the book otherwise.

10. The plan. What a rush. And how could god not know it? He’s omniscient? Hm... well, I think the most important scene was the one when Dean asks god to bring Cas back. The anger in his eyes, mixed with desperation. He would kill his brother, but Cas has to live. That’s character development, you can’t tell me otherwise. And that’s also plot development.

11. Michael’s death. Kill off and gone. Well, I think they had to get rid of him. But he died through the hands of his loved father. Could be a hint that daddy issues have to be solved and shows that Chuck is a goddamn son of a bitch.

12. Jack. Oh, he’s an adult now! I think it was the best what could happen to our baby. He always felt not strong enough and now he’s god. That’s a promotion! It was a good decision: Jack was not controlled by his feelings - sure he had bad days, but his wisdom was greater than god’s actually. The reason is that he’s half an angel. And he’s half an human. God made the angels the image and likeness of himself but he wasn’t satisfied by the result. So he created humanity the same way. Jack is a combination out of god’s objective, destructive side and god’s loving, emotional side. And both sides were always in balance, and that’s the reason he could be a energy - how did they call it - sucking hole without getting destroyed by gods and Amaras power. Because these powers need balance and Jack could give it to them.

13. God. God’s an asshole. And we know he represents the writers of Supernatural. When Chuck beats the shit out of Dean and Sam it’s actually a message: The writers harmed them so many times, the whole series is a fucking drama. It represents how they dealt with them, they send them to hell and back so many times. They tortured them, broke their hearts. That’s the last time the writers harm them so much. Because they - Chuck - looses his powers. Dean and Sam take over the situation. Dean and Sam represented and influenced by Jensen and Jared. And by the fans. The writers aren’t able to change them anymore. They are what we want them to be. Because they don’t have the power anymore.

14. The book. We see the white pages of the book. God can’t see what’s written there. The pages are blank. This means the writers are finished. They don’t have something to say anymore. The story got told and there’s nothing what follows. The pages are white and ready for stories from other people. Fanfics, fanarts, and so on. Chuck, the writers, tell us there’s nothing left to say. It’s over.

15. Dean doesn’t kill god. Chuck provokes Dean to kill him and Dean says to him, that’s not who he is. You remember Cas said it this to him, right. It’s not a love confession but something like this. He finally accepts who he is and that he has feelings and not only a raised killing machine. He accepts himself. Maybe that’s a good sign for the next episode.

16. Jack disappears. I know he’s family but for real: he found his happiness being a god. He will change the world. I already said why he’s perfect for this job. And his disappearance is... well, gives me a comfortable feeling. He’s in peace and he found his mission of life. And you can’t tell me he didn’t bring back Eileen and the others. We don’t know if he can bring back Cas out of the empty. But I think he would bring Cas back if he could. Maybe he couldn’t and the story gets told in the last episode. However, Jack did a great job.

17. The ending. Yeah, what did we expect? They already told us with the season’s posters that it’s about Sam and Dean. And only them. And I can understand why Dean seems to be happy there. They literally saved the goddamn world again. But I don’t think it’s only this. They are free now. That means they can become what they want - what the fans want because the writers lost their power. And maybe that’s a hint on Destiel being confirmed by Dean in the next episode. And they’re driving with the Impala but we don’t know where they will go. Hmm... and maybe Dean smiled because he had hope again? Hope to save his... boyfriend?! Don’t know, but he’s able to do it now.

So, maybe I’m too romantic but that’s what I think. I think we see Cas again and that they will be together. I don’t know and I don’t think we will get a love confession from Dean (I know, sad. I thought we get it). But I think there’s hope. Maybe - that’s only a theory - they don’t want to make it completely canon because they argue that the end should offer enough possibilities for the fans to write and draw and so on. I would be pissed if that’s the argument, I mean queerbaiting is real but we don’t know.

I don’t find an answer in the confusing statements of the actors and the crew. Misha said he’s not in this episodes, but he was on set. It’s canon, but Dean doesn’t reciprocate? What the hell? It’s a mess and they have to clean it up for the fans. They said it won’t be a ‘Game of Thrones’ ending and hell yes, I don’t want that. It would suck. Also they said the ending would make 30% of the fans happy - maybe that’s us. We’ll see.

Edit: Btw I wrote it before, I think it’s true that Cas gets more attention in the last episode because of the fact it’s the series finale. Cas wasn’t just part of the season and we know it was the season finale, he’s part of the whole series for years. So why not bring him back for the series finale?

#dean winchester #deancas #destiel #spn #supernatural #castiel #dean x castiel #spn spoilers

[taewoongfmd]

hello! this is peyton (mun of impulse’s hwang daesung) with my second character — unity’s lead vocal, moon taewoong. like this if you’re interested in plotting & i’ll hit you up asap! (btw, i have a discord now; i didn’t drop the tag in dae’s intro bc i hadn’t made it yet, but it’s peyton#2067! feel free to add me there w/o asking).

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woong is from seoul, which is where he spent the first seven (7) years of his life. but then his parents divorced super suddenly & his dad ~kept the house~ so woong, his mom and his four siblings had to find somewhere else to go. they ended up moving to handong-ri on jeju island and settling in with the mom’s parents on their tangerine farm. so....... yeah he moved from seoul to a fuckin village 😭

really spacious house, really spacious property, really pretty property, but woong was not happy at all. he missed seoul & missed his dad, who made no effort to continue being a father figure after the divorce which was also Really Shocking because he was a great dad before that.

but, life goes on. woong was still really young anyway, so he adjusted to the farm life + to jeju. he ended up finding an activity that got him off the farm and that he actually really, really liked, too  —  soccer!!! he was a fast learner, naturally athletic so he did well and his coach had a LOT of faith in him. eventually he formed the plan to return to seoul as an athlete / to train in a big sports center there but y’know... life can’t be that easy.

aka he got badly injured during a match in 2013 / when he was 16. managed to tear BOTH his acl and pcl, so his leg was Fucked. had to get surgery and the whole recovery process (including physical therapy) took a year and some change. very bad time. i would even call it a Horrible time. he didn’t feel like he was good at anything other than soccer so he was like damn... how am i gonna get out of here now?

but he had his height and his subjective good looks going for him 🤪 in 2014, he had more or less recovered as well as he was going to, was kinda tentative about trying soccer again but Wanted to. before he could work up the courage, he was street casted by a dimensions rep. his family clowned him hard for thinking it was real so he kinda went to the audition to prove that he’s not THAT dumb, kinda went bc he needed an excuse to get tf back into a city, man. handong was NOT cutting it for him.

long story short he became a trainee from pure luck (and some natural talent ig), moved to seoul which fucked up his family relationships to some extent bc him leaving was VERY sudden, no one except his oldest sister even knew that he had been planning to leave for sports. assumed he’d stay there forever, thought it was fucked up that he was so quick to run away.

i’m gonna jump ahead to 2021... i wouldn’t really say that he hates unity, but he definitely feels like an outsider looking in. doesn’t have a background in music, so being an idol at all still feels really weird, but especially with unity’s ~experimental~ music.

he’s distant. when he was younger (and even in his earlier idol days), he was nice enough. not loud, but would laugh and play along with others if they spoke to him first, would reach out to others first on occasion. but his company-assigned image is a mix between tsundere & the “assa” / outsider type; detached, fine on his own, a bit cold/mean/aggressive. like vixx’s leo earlier on but a little more toned-down. going with the outsider portion, he also has the clueless/living under a rock vibe going for him, so fans call him caveman woong 💀 it used to be JUST an image but ultimately fucked up his ability to connect with other people so now he’s rly like that most of the time (and really doesn’t keep up with the world LOL) you can talk to him but his social skills are so bad now that he’ll ignore you but not on purpose.... mf just doesn’t know what to say ever bc he’s been told Not To Talk so much.

he isn’t.... necessarily... mean. he can be, but i’d personally say that he’s more of a self-focused, no bullshit type. really lonely guy who doesn’t know how to interact with others anymore. i guess he wants to relearn people skills, but he’s not trying at the moment. content to just float around in his bubble.

known for being really strong/athletic, which has become one of his very few defining characteristics as an idol. he cannot count the times that he’s shown off his strength by holding a note while splitting fruit on variety shows or dribbled soccer balls for extended periods of time. He’s Tired.

a lesser-known skill he shows off sometimes is his ability to identify plants. if you don’t know him as the athletic guy or the cold guy, you probably know him as the nature guy. he has most korea-native plants memorized and he’s currently working on learning exotic plants. one unspoken goal he has is to show off on a show like law of the jungle.

he raises a bunch of different fish / water-dwelling creatures. has three different tanks.

talks to his fish like they’re babies. if you ever catch him doing this, no you didn’t <3

he used to be REALLY secretive about his family, only ever said that he used to live in jeju but never shared details or clarified any speculations. his privacy disappeared when his family started promoting the tangerine farm as “a place full of unity’s woong’s charms” and allowing visitors, which pissed him off SO BAD because they were making money off of HIS labor... and then they realized he has a lot of fans & they couldn’t handle it, so they closed off the farm to the public again. somehow, this made him even more angry.

he doesn’t really do any solo activities and idk if i’m ever going to push him as an individual? idk i might but he’s honestly not that interesting/appealing to anyone other than his stans so i don’t see the company pushing him and he doesn’t have much of a desire to do anything on his own in the public eye, either. lowkey so tired that he kinda wishes he’d just stayed in jeju but at the same time..... knows if he had, he’d still be looking for a way out??? idk he’s just here to promote unity’s ~experimental~ songs and pretend like he has a sense of identity.

#fmdintro

[yanjuniverse]

How Should It Be - Xiao Gui/Wang Linkai One Shot

[a/n: ah yes back at it again with another cringey one shot. i meant to post this on 5/20 but i couldn’t get my brain juices to work and finish it until tonight. i hope you guys like it. big reminder that i love wang linkai ❤️. sorry if the fic is a mess btw lol.] / master list

He sags down in his seat, visibly defeated by whatever was on his mind. A pout is prominent on his lips as his best friend cracks a smile, clapping him on the back before wrapping his arm around him, their bodies crashing together.

“Why the long face, Gui? Don’t you know that frowning gives you wrinkles?” he asks. If Linkai wasn’t so down in the dumps, he would’ve smacked the exaggerated frown right off of Chengcheng’s face right then.

Fan Chengcheng has never been the kind to just let Linkai live in his misery. Oh, no. Fan Chengcheng has to twist the knife after he stabs you. Sure, the guy’s quiet when you first meet him. But once you get to know him the way Linkai knows him, it’s a done deal. Your soul is his and there’s no getting rid of him.

“You saw my butthole once, Kai. We’re practically blood brothers now.”

Don’t ask. Linkai is begging.

“Nothing,” he shifts back into the ratty couch. He thinks for a second about how Xingjie is always babbling on and on about how he should replace it (as if Linkai has the money to replace this old hand-me-down couch. He’s a soundcloud rapper. How much does Xingjie even thinks he makes off of his beats?). Something about how just because it’s old, doesn’t mean it’s vintage. Linkai thinks that maybe the spring that pops out of the second cushion of the faded blue sofa may have caught Xingjie by surprise one too many times. That’s why Linkai always sits on the arm rest or lays like a starfish on the floor during movie nights. You’ll never catch him squished in the middle of Yanchen and Xingjie on their Thursday night Grey’s Anatomy marathons (per Yanchen’s request because how could one look at the actual sun and say no?).

He’s picking at the frayed edge of the sofa when Chengcheng says, “It doesn’t look like nothing.” He suddenly snaps, reaching into his pocket before pulling out a pair of his (nonprescription) glasses. He pushes them up on his nose then opens his phone to his notes. Linkai sees him type “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH GUI TODAY” and watches him not only put it in bold print but italics as well. “I think we should start a diary of some sort. My sister has one of those and she says it’s all a part of a healthy life style. Wait, should we buy a Password Journal for you? Okay, wait Chengcheng. Too far off track. Let’s focus on the now.” He recomposes himself before saying, “First of all, do you know your rising sign? It could help explain a lot of things.”

Linkai thinks that there’s a reason for everything. He thinks that you never meet a person by mistake. But sometimes...he has to question his life mottos as Chengcheng waves his hand and tells him he’ll make his birth chart from scratch, all he needs is the time he was born (because Chengcheng’s already memorized that he was born on May 20, 1999 in the Fujian Province).

“Chengcheng, I promise on my mother that I won’t judge you. Just tell me if you were dropped on your head as a baby or not.“ He’s desperate at this point. There’s no way somebody just wakes up and makes the conscious decision to be Fan Chengcheng. Not any sane person, that is.

“Astrology is a very serious science, Gui and I will not stand for your bashing!” Chengcheng whines.

Likai gives him side eyes. “Didn’t you only get into astrology because Justin said you were a Gemini and he liked that?”

“No!” But the blush rising on his cheeks says otherwise. “Look. This isn’t about me! This is about you! What’s your deal?”

The older one shakes his head, throwing himself back against the couch and hoping that the weird stain to his left would manifest into a blackhole and swallow him hole. He crosses his arms and taps his shoe against the ground, eyes glued to the ceiling popcorn and wondering who the hell even thought that shit was cute. He starts to wonder how much he could pay Chengcheng to eat it when the doorbell rings.

“I’ll get it,” Chengcheng says. “I’m expecting a package!” As he gets up, he throws a cushion at his roommate before hopping away.

Linkai shuts his eyes, too exhausted to even fight back. Maybe it is his package. Maybe it’s Justin. Maybe they have another “date” in Chengcheng’s room (it’s not a real date if Justin doesn’t know it’s a date).

He’s about to drift to sleep when another cushion hits his chin, causing him to bite his tongue.

He’s on his feet and ready to throw hands when his eyes land on (a very pissed looking) you.

Honestly. He’s not surprised. You have this sour face all day and all night and it’s to the point where he’s starting to consider having Chengcheng put together your birth chart so that he can understand just that much more about you.

He crosses his arms. “And what is the problem today, princess?” he raises his eyebrows. He leans down, teasingly close, and wrinkles his nose. “I was just thinking about you.”

“Don’t look so stressed,” you scoff. He pokes your forehead, causing you to stumble back a couple of steps. “Hey!” you whine, rubbing the spot. He can just hear you screaming in your head about how he has dirty finger nails or how his hands are always so cold and boney. You huff. “You’re gonna give me a headache.”

“You give me a headache every time you walk into the room,” he shrugs, pulling back. He throws himself onto the couch again and hears the floor rattle beneath him. Another complaint that you’ll throw at him is how he and Chengcheng should just move out of this ratty old place. (“And go where exactly?” “I don’t know! Go live with Zhengting! I heard he needs a roommate!” “You want us to live with Zhu Zhengting? He’ll be on China’s Most Wanted after he kills me and Chengcheng.”) You roll your eyes instead. “But go on. What did your best friend Wang Linkai do to piss you off today?”

“We had a lunch date!” you stomp your foot.

“A lunch date?!” Chengcheng repeats as he exists the kitchen, choking on the piece of bread he had shoved into his mouth. “You two go on dates?!”

Linkai snorts. Ever since Chengcheng found out the story of how you and Linkai met, he’s been begging for you two to fall in love. (“You met in college when she dropped her books and you helped her pick them up? Fingers lingering, eyes glazing over. Love blooming like spring cherry blossom-“ “Chengcheng, shut the actual hell up. I only helped her out because I’m not an asshole.” “Not an asshole? Have you met you?”). Chengcheng says that he’s read a lot of fan fictions. He knows how this will turn out. Apparently, he’s taking bets alongside Chen Linong and Lin Yanjun as to when you two will finally get together. But jokes on them because you are denser than a book.

According to Chengcheng, it’s not your fault because apparently Linkai has terrible game. His idea of flirting with you is to flake on you half the time, watch you get riled up then pat your head and walk away after you get done ranting to him. Linkai doesn’t call that game. He calls that tolerance because some of this shit you put him through makes his head spin in circles. Plus, he’s got an image to uphold. Xiao Gui AKA.IMP cannot go around braiding flower crowns and singing to the birds like this is some kind of Disney film. He’s still trying to live down that time Xukun posted a picture of him coloring in a coloring book on his instagram story (Ziyi still sends him children’s coloring books every holiday since. Whether Linkai fills them out or not is his business and his business only).

He thinks today is going to be a bad day. He thinks it’ll be one of those days where the two of you will fight to no ends and there’s literally nothing he can do to make you feel better. He hates to admit it but he likes those kind of days because they always end with the two of you laying in his bed. Those are the nights he’ll hold you and wipes your tears, whispering a mantra of “Yes, I’m an idiot” and “I’m sorry, it’s my fault for not cherishing you.” He likes those nights because even though you get on his last nerves, he’ll be willing to admit defeat if that means he’ll get to wake up with you beside him.

“Honestly, Linkai. I don’t even know why I try with you sometimes,” you groan, setting down the bag of food in your hands onto the coffee table with one too many water stains. “Chengcheng, come join us for lunch.”

“Oh, I don’t wanna intrude on your date,” he says.

You smile at him. “It’s not an actual date.“

There’s a weird look on your face as you say that. It’s a look you get that Xiao Gui has never been able to read. Your smile is big but your eyes never seem to match. Your shoulders visibly sag and your movements slow for a second before you seem to realize what you’re doing and get back to being normal. “Come!”

“No,” Linkai plops down on the floor next to you. “He has a lab with Justin due at midnight tonight. He needs to leave.”

“Hm? You keep tabs on me?” Chengcheng has a shit eating grin on his face which quickly disappears as Linkai scoffs.

“No. You’re wearing cologne for once and don’t look oily. From just that, I know you’re going to meet Justin,” he says. “You usually smell like terrible B.O. and your hair looks dry. As for your project, you have it written on your calendar inside of a big red heart. I saw it when I went to steal the five bucks from your dresser earlier.” Chengcheng sputters, face red with embarrassment.

You swat Linkai’s shoulder. “Leave him alone,” you frown. “Don’t worry about him, Cheng. You always look and smell great to me!” you grin encouragingly before turning back to Linkai again to whisper yell. “He has a crush. Don’t tell me you’ve never gotten dressed up for somebody you liked.”

“Hey!” he says louder than you expected considering this was supposed to be a hushed conversation. “I’m wearing the jeans you said make my ass look fat,” he retorts. You simply roll your eyes before returning to Chengcheng. Once again, you’ve reminded not only Linkai but the world that you are denser than a book. He makes a face. “You expect me to read your mind and yet you never seem to be able to read mine,” he mutters under his breath, forcefully stabbing into his rice.

“What was that?” you turn back to him. He shakes his head, shoveling a load of food into his mouth to keep you from pressing. You thankfully don’t and once again, turn to Chengcheng. “I think you look amazing. Really. Go get him! He’ll be in your arms in no time!”

“Thanks, jiejie!” the dopey boy grins. “I’ll be on my way then. Be back tomorrow morning. Don’t have too much fun while I’m gone!” he winks. He’s out the door before Linkai can kill him (as if Linkai even had the energy to do so).

He’s too busy dissecting his meat to notice your cold stare. You have to clear your throat for him to look up and see your face. He groans, “What the hell did I do now?”

“You should be more supportive of Chengcheng.”

“More supportive? Any more supportive and I might as well just text Justin and say ‘Hey dinghead! Chengcheng is in love with you!’” he scoffs. “Honestly, it doesn’t get any more supportive than me.” He’s actually offended that you don’t think he’s all for Chengstin. Linkai is the vice president of the Chengstin fanclub, only coming second to You Zhangjing. “Who do you think always makes sure there’s ice cream in the fridge when Justin comes over? Who do you think hops off our shitty ass wifi when Justin comes to watches movies? Who the fuck ran across town just to fight with sneaker heads to get Justin the newest pair of shoes because Chengcheng was stuck in class? Have you ever had to fight a sneak head, YN? Have you?” His eyes are wild as if he’s seen some things he’d rather not talk about.

You sigh. “I just think you need to be nicer to him,” you shrug.

“Last week you told me not to let Chengcheng step all over me,” Linkai points his chopstick accusingly at you.

“Because you were deadass tired and up doing his laundry while he slept!” you exclaim.

Linkai snorts. You’re honestly a walking contradiction when it comes to him. “Just eat and be quiet. I’ve already got a headache. Don’t make my stomach upset too with all of your nonsense.”

“It’s not nonsense, Linkai!”

“If it’s coming from you, it is.” He shuts his foam to-go plate and stands to his feet before you could give him another earful. “I’m gonna go get a drink. Want anything? Water? A soda? A shot of vodka?”

“Ten more minutes with you makes the last option sound more appeasing than it should,” you pinch the bridge of your nose.

“Nobody is forcing you to be here,” he reminds you, patting your head as he walks away. When he returns, he’s made two pretty drinks and winks at you. Bottoms up, his eyes say.

“Really? Drinking on a Tuesday?” you scoff.

“Whether it’s a Tuesday afternoon or a Saturday night, you will always find a reason to complain,” he replies. You roll your eyes, taking a sip and feeling the alcohol burn down your throat. You grimace before setting it back down on the table. “So what do you wanna do now, hm? Watch a movie? Make me watch you online shop?”

“Maybe I could put make up on you and do your hair,” you suggest.

It’s his turn to roll his eyes. “You say that everyone elses’ boy friends do this for them and yet, I feel as though I’m the only one.”

“Boyfriend?” you repeat, completely disregarding anything else he had said.

“Boy. Space. Friends,” he says before leaning back onto his hands. “Why? Do you wanna remove the space in between us?” he wiggles his eyebrows before swooping in close to you, noses bumping. You freeze at this. “What?” he smirks when you don’t push him away like usual. “You actually thinking about kissing me this time?”

You scoff, shaking your head and moving away from him. “Wang Linkai,” you scoff again. “You really are something else. You know that? Kiss you? My best friend? I’d rather eat sand or-“ You stop, looking at him and seeing the way his eyes cast down for a second. “What?”

He looks back up. “Nothing,” he says before pulling himself to his feet again. He stretches his arms over his head and yawns. “Come. Let’s go shop. Or something. I don’t know.” He shakes his head and reaches for his drink. Maybe he shouldn’t have poured so much alcohol into his drink. One sip and he’s already a mess. “What?” He notices you still haven’t moved from your spot on the floor. “Hurry up and put on your jacket. Or do I have to so it for you?” He makes a swipe to grab your arm but you pull back, holding it against your chest. “YN, what?” he sighs, a bit annoyed. “Are you mad at what I just did? Look, I’m sorry. Let’s just-“

“Linkai,” you frown. “Why do you look so sad?”

“It’s nothing,” he replies, walking around and looking for his keys.

“It’s doesn’t seem like nothing to you.” Your words are careful, almost as if you’re trying to find the right wire to cut in order for the bomb not to explode. It’s always like that when the two of you argue this deeply. And sadly, it always ends with somebody crying.

“Because it’s never anything to you!” he throws a hand down dramatically. “So like. Let’s go because I’m not going to do this today!”

“Do what today?” you ask, standing to your feet. He shakes his head and makes it towards the door when you grab his arm. He instantly spins around and pins you against the wall, arms encasing you. You narrow your eyes at him. “What’s your deal?” you huff.

“It’s not even a bit obvious to you?” He’s smiling like a deviant. Like you’re just playing into one of his cold jokes. “Are you really that stupid?”

“What did I do to you?” you cross your arms.

“Everything,” he says, eyes casting downwards. You feel your heart starting to hammer as you realize he’s staring right at your lips. “You waltz into my life and make it absolute hell. You expect me to just know what’s on your mind. You expect me to just know what makes you happy and what makes you sad. You expect me to just know these things and I don’t and it makes me so tired and yet...” he laughs coldly. “And yet when I look at you, I want to be defeated. I want to fall at my knees at your mercy. It’s been like this since the day we met.” His hand slowly makes its way up to your cheek, cupping the glowy red flesh between his fingers. “C’mon, YN. How should it be? What do I have to do to make you like me as much as I like you?”

“Linkai, you idiot! If you liked me, you should’ve just told me!” you pout.

“And then you would’ve found something to complain about then as well,” he rolls his eyes. “Honestly, YN. Just lighten up with me sometimes. I’m trying.”

“You’re always trying,” you smile. “That’s what I like about you.”

“You wanna know a secret?” he asks, leaning in closely. “I only try his hard for you.”

And as his lips finally land on yours, you realize that this is exactly how it should have been all along.

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