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sxrensxngwrites · 9 months

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The Inner Circle Crushing on Someone from a Different Background -- Part One

this request comes from anon, who asks: 'Head canons for the main dragon age squard (if you feel up to it of course!!!!) About them crushing on someone from a different background (example: cullen and someone rich)'

I ended up splitting this up because I got carried away... my bad. If you want any of these to be revisited or you want me to go into more detail, feel free to shoot me another ask! The same can be said you want DA characters from different games. I ended up omitting the portion of the post with Solas, Varric, and Vivienne for various reasons, but if anyone wants to see those: please send me an ask and i'll try my best to get to it.

Part One (Blackwall, Cassandra, Cole) Part Two (Cullen, Dorian, The Iron Bull) Part Three (Josephine, Leliana, Sera)

BLACKWALL:

Blackwall is a good example of “you can’t teach an old dog new tricks”. Or that’s what he thinks at least. Despite his efforts to join in on the group atmosphere in the Inner Circle of Inquisition, I think he sticks to what he knows best: being on his own.

In the instance of meeting his opposite, I don’t think it’s necessarily someone from a different social or economic standing (although that could be true as well). In this case, Blackwall meets someone who is the embodiment of community. Someone who truly believes that being around like-minded individuals brings out the best in everyone–someone who believes in second chances and inclusion. Said someone would also be less militant than Blackwall, likely having grown up in a community or place that didn’t require them to be fighting at every chance.

When Blackwall begins to catch feelings, he thinks it’s a pipe dream. To him, it’s unreasonable that someone like him–a liar, stuck in self-imposed exile–would be deserving of someone so open minded and forgiving. He shoves every thought he has away, resorting to isolating himself more. He doesn’t want to ruin anything else.

His crush, being someone that believes in inclusion, would refuse to leave Blackwall out (even not knowing the circumstances of his isolation). They would pull him right back into the fray of the Inner Circle and whatever shenanigans they get into in between quests. Their insistence on including Blackwall makes him believe that he really might have a chance after all.

CASSANDRA:

Cassandra has an interesting relationship with her social status. She’s technically in line for the Nevarran throne, but she wanted nothing to do with the nobility. She gave up that claim and gave herself to the Seekers of Truth–but even there she couldn’t remain unremarkable. Cassandra is so good at most everything she does, so she finds standing at the right hand of Divine Justinia.

Cassandra would likely find interest in someone who came from a different station than she did: humble beginnings and no titles. She finds it refreshing. There’s no nonsensical rituals that need to be done every time they speak, and the lack of formality makes her feel like she’s being treated like a real person. For her to even develop feelings in the first place, the object of her affection would need to be able to stand on their own–she likes someone who doesn’t hide behind orders, organizations, and titles.

When Cassandra meets anyone at all, she doesn’t dare bring up her family name. This is especially the case with someone who catches her interest–and especially if they have nothing to do with the nobility at all. Cassandra wants to be perceived for herself and her skills, rather than the family that has come before her. Not to mention, getting Cassandra to talk about her family history takes a considerable amount of trust.

It takes months of traveling together for Cassandra to begin to let her walls down. When she sees that this person she might have feelings for can be their own person, fights for what they believe in, and stands up against the unjust, she starts to let her own walls down. Sharing her past, her family and her titles is the next step for her–it’s probably the best sign of trust you could get from her. That trust is enough for her to see her crush in a serious light–that this is someone who understands her for who she is, rather than where she came from.

COLE:

Cole’s origins are so different from the rest of the Inner Circle, having been the amalgamation of a spirit and a human boy. He doesn’t really remember the life that preceded him joining the Inquisition, and his days are shaped by the people that he’s helped rather than the things that happened. Everything about him is rough around the edges since he was never taught much of anything.

When Cole meets his crush, many of the Inner Circle think it’s a disaster waiting to happen–of course he decided to fall for someone with a very prestigious upbringing. They have a noble background and were always taught to be on their best behavior. Even around their friends, they’re formal and use proper titles. It takes a while for it to begin to wear off (only after Varric has insisted that it’s okay that they use first names).

Cole is immediately attracted to them. He doesn’t entirely understand the formalities, but the way that they speak to him on the same level as they do everyone else makes him feel special. That’s how it begins; He enjoys being treated with respect. They’ll even call him “Ser Cole” even though he doesn’t have a real title. And to them, Cole’s interest in everything is adorable. It’s so different from all the possible matches in the nobility. They often turn their noses up at everything, but Cole seems to find joy in even the smallest things.

The relationship begins smoothly. Most of the Inner Circle thinks it’s sweet, so there’s little objection. It’s likely the family of Cole’s love that objects. When they meet, Cole is immediately overwhelmed–all the unspoken rules that are going over his head, and the copious feelings he’s hearing all at once. The evening is a disaster, likely culminating in a family member saying something heinous to Cole. After that Cole begins to think that maybe he’s not worthy of loving someone like them, that it’d be easier to give it up just so he’d never have to do that again. Yet, his love finds meaning in the smaller things, and they’re willing to give up everything they grew up with if it means getting to stay with Cole.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

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troius · 1 year

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I am genuinely asking this cause this is a plot point I've been stuck on: how would you write Ichigo getting his powers back? The Shinigami ex Machina twist felt like bland fan service but I don't know how else it should go.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, I've been thinking about this a lot, and I don't really think it's too hard! It's kinda sad, because all the heavy lifting has actually already been done-- we have four whole volumes of set-up. We've established:

Ichigo was depressed because he was powerless. This provided an in for a gang of con artists to sucker him in with the promise of making him feel better about himself. The lesson he has to learn here is his own self-worth absent his powers (which thematically will result in him getting his powers back).

Ichigo and his friends completely fail to communicate with each other throughout the arc, thinking that keeping things secret will keep their friends safe, only for it all to blow up in their face. The conclusion therefore must also involve these idiots finally talking to each other.

How I, were I Kubo's editor and yet completely immune to the commercial pressures of Shonen Jump, would do this after the cut:

We're going to start our divergence when Ginjo and Ichigo arrive at Tsukishima's mansion, with maybe a slight change to establish this thing earlier in the story because it sort of came out of nowhere. But rather than bring in Ichigo's nonpowered friends and family for a second round of trauma, I'd suggest keeping it tight on Ichigo's desire to kill Tsukishima. This is what he thinks will solve his problem. He fights his way shockingly easily through the other members of Xcution (it's almost like they're not really trying...) before getting to Tsukishima.

And naturally, Orihime and Chad intervene. But instead of being strangely stoic about it all, they're acting like you would expect people to act if one of their best friends was trying to kill the other. Orihime is full-on crying as she heals and shields Tsukishima. Chad is screaming to Ichigo about how this isn't what Ichigo used to take pride in. And most importantly, they're actually trying to restrain him and stop the fight instead of just passively protecting Tsukishima when attacks happen. As the fight spills outside, Ichigo can't win the fight without hurting them.

And so finally, finally, Ichigo resorts to dialogue. He tries to talk them out of it. And Chad and Orihime, who still have all of their memories of Ichigo even if Tsukishima is weirdly in some of them, listen. They're not going to harm him either. Ichigo, breaking down, apologizes for failing to protect them. Orihime and Chad tell him he doesn't need to apologize for anything, that they're fine. Even Ginjo and Xcution stop fighting each other. It's all very sweet. And that's when Uryu shows up and seemingly ruins everything.

He drops out of seemingly thin air with a massive licht regen that completely demolishes where Ginjo and Tsukishima are standing. Ichigo, Orihime, and Chad are astonished, verging on furious. But Uryu responds that those two are the ones who attacked him. The dust clears, and rather than being dead by Quincy powers, the two of them and the rest of Xcution get the drop on the Karakura kids. Uryu, Chad, and Orihime are all quickly taken down, and Ginjo takes Ichigo's fullbring.

Ginjo and Tsukishima do their villainous exposition. Ichigo has his full-on breakdown. But his friends are there too, and share in his pain. Uryu tells Ichigo that he's arrogant for assuming its his job to protect them. Chad points out that all their instincts to protect worked disastrously as they concealed the truth from one another. Orihime says that what matters here is that he, and everybody here, aren't hurt. Rukia calls him an idiot.

OH SHOOT, RUKIA'S HERE. She says that the four of them really made a mess of things, but that Isshin sent a message to her through Urahara that something was wrong. Ichigo says that she didn't think she cared, as she hasn't been in his life for 18 months. Renji (who is also here) points out to Ichigo that she is an immortal soul with a job, and that if he wanted to see them he should have asked! And then Rukia points out that it won't be a problem going forward, as Ichigo can see them now.

Because Ichigo has his powers back! No magic sword necessary-- we already established when he was training with Ginjo that his powers were coming back. Rukia gives the above spiel about how Ginjo couldn't steal them, and then informs him that she and Renji are taking him in. Xcution naturally does not take kindly to this. Our six hearts each pair off with a Fullbringer (Orihime did some healing during all this), and if people ask for it I'll do a second post about how I'd pair those fights off.

But I'll leave it at this for now. That's how I would thematically tie off the arc.

#bleach #ask troius #this might be my longest post on this blog lol #hope it satisfies

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teenwolfmarvel-obsessor · 1 year

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Vigilante Shit

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Summary: You had your fair share of douchebag exes. JJ liked to joke that you were a magnet to them. Surprisingly, you had been dating Kelce for about two years. It shocked most people, but he wasn't all that bad until he cheated fully sober. You thought it would be an excellent idea to get revenge on Kelce with John B's help.

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Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Topper Thornton -> your cousin

Warnings:

Slight Language

John B Routledge x-reader

"Can we not try to kick me in the face?" Topper stopped the soccer ball with his foot. "But that would ruin the fun," I smirked. He rolled his eyes and pushed the blue and white ball to me. We just finished our grocery run with my mom. Rafe and Topper were a part of this upcoming Golf trip, and they needed some help with groceries.

Topper and I were the closest in our family. Some people are often alarmed when they find out we're related. He has his moments. He isn't all that bad once you get to know him. I mean, he doesn't have the best group of friends to be his real self. And my boyfriend happens to be one of those friends.

Kelce and I have been dating for over two years. Again, people - meaning my friends - frequently ask me why I'm dating one of the cocky Kooks. He's sweet, and he actually isn't a bad person. Just like my cousin, my boyfriend has his moments. A few times, I've been worried that our relationship will fall apart.

As summer goes on, I can't help but worry about Kelce's actions. We've always been honest. It's our number one rule to tell each other everything and not get jealous if we're with our friends. But I guess he can use those rules to his advantage. Before Topper and I started hanging out, he told me he had something to tell me.

I tried to keep my mind from wandering elsewhere in hopes I wouldn't freak out. Topper caught the ball with his foot and picked it up from the grass. "Hey! You're using your hands!" I pointed at him. "Have you heard from Kelce?" he ignored my comment. I shook my head and slipped off my sandals.

He watched me as I set my shoes beside the chairs. Topper sighed and set the soccer ball behind him. "Do you remember that party I went to last weekend? The one you and your friends decided not to go to," he said. "Yes. I am well aware of that," I replied.

Topper rolled his eyes and plopped down on the chair. Three weeks ago, there was a huge rager at a fellow Kooks house. Kiara and I were going to go, but we decided not to and just hangout with the guys. Which was much more fun.

John B and I spent the whole night talking and cleaning the living room after hosting our own party. My cousin reached into his khaki pocket to pull out his phone. I looked out at the water in front of my house, admiring the waves hitting the dock. I smiled in remembrance of when John B and I had snuck down here one school night.

"Here," Topper tapped me on the knee with his phone. My attention was drawn away from the beautiful view. I looked down at Topper's hand and grabbed his phone. "What am I looking at exactly?" I inquired. "That party I just mentioned," he said. I nodded and motioned for him to continue.

Topper leaned forward with his arms resting on his knees. "I saw Kelce walking into a room with a girl," he informed, "I was able to take some pictures. When he walked out of the room, it looked like something happened. I think Kelce has been seeing her for a couple weeks. I saw him the other day with her at the resort."

I scrolled through the pictures. My heart sank when I flipped to one specific photo. The girl was sitting on Kelce's lap, her legs wrapped around him. Her arms were on his shoulders while his hands sat on her waist.

"Y/N/N, I am so sorry. I debated even telling you and letting him confess, but I knew that would hurt you even more."

My grip on the phone tightened as I stared at the images. I thought I could trust Kelce. I thought we had something for our two years together, but I guess all of that was a facade. Topper's eyes remained on me. He slowly took his phone away from my hand. I didn't take my line of vision off of the green grass.

Topper hesitated at first but joined my side on the bench. He hugged me. "What're you gonna do?" he rested his chin on the top of my head. There was a long pause as I thought of something I could do. Murder was always an option, but I'd prefer to not be in prison at sixteen years old.

Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie They say looks can kill, and I might try I don't dress for women, I don't dress for men Lately, I've been dressing for revenge

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(Later)

After my conversation with Topper, I changed and chose to stop by the chateau. I needed some advice and someone to be my partner in crime. John B has always been someone I can rely on.

Since moving to the Outer Banks, it's always been hard for me to make friends. Being related to Topper helped a bit, but most of the people he introduced me to were complete assholes. So, when I met John B and the Pogues, I jumped at the opportunity. Now, we're really good friends.

The Twinkie sat in the driveway, telling me my friends were home. "John B!" I called, stepping onto the screened-in porch. "In the kitchen," he replied. I opened up the side door to see him standing at the sink. He dropped a paper towel into the trashcan and leaned against the wall next to the fridge. He stepped back with his brows raised when he saw me (GIF Above). "I need your help," I caught my breath.

"With what?" he inquired. John B stepped away from the kitchen to stand in front of me. "He cheated. Kelce cheated on me," I said. Just saying those words made my heart clench, and my stomach tighten. John B's expression changed suddenly. "How did you find out?" he walked over to the couch.

He sat down and pat the spot beside him. "Topper told me," I replied, "Apparently, Kelce made out with some touron at a party, and they've seen each other since. Topper has pictures to prove it." I pulled out my phone to show my best friend the 'evidence.'

Topper sent them to me after he found out I was going to the chateu. He knew that I'd want to show John B. Obviously, not our other friends, they'd go insane if they saw the pictures. But I can imagine they will find out soon. John B looked over my shoulder to see my camera roll.

His brows rose - again - at the images. He reached a hand over, deleting each of the pictures. John B ignored my expression and shut off my phone. "You don't need to keep looking at those. It'll just make you feel bad," he said. "I already feel bad," my shoulders dropped.

He sighed and set an arm around my shoulders. I smiled as my head rested against him. "So, what's the plan stan?" he rhymed, "Murder?"

I laughed and shook my head in response. I told him that that wasn't necessary, even though I wanted to hurt Kelce. "Normally, I wouldn't be prone to causing a bit of trouble, but if it happens to involve my best friend. I'll allow it," he smirked.

I don't start it, but I can tell you how it ends Don't get sad, get even So on the weekends I don't dress for friends Lately, I've been dressing for revenge

My face scrunched up when John B rubbed the top of my head with a fist. I raised my arms, preventing him from giving me another knuckle sandwich. It went quiet as he thought to himself. "Didn't Kelce get a new dirt bike?" he thought. I nodded.

A mischievous smirk appeared on his face when the idea popped into his head. I let out a small gasp once I had caught on to what he had said. "Kiara left some spray paint in the shack. We got some pretty obnoxious colors," he winked. He stood up from the pull-out couch. John B grabbed the keys from the little bowl and waved them.

"I've got the Twinkie all gassed up."

"You are a terrible influence."

"But you love me," he said. "Do I?" I stood up from the couch. He punched my shoulder as he followed me. After debating on which spray paint to grab, we settled on neon pink, green, and mustard yellow. Kiara had done an art project for school and just so happened to leave the paint at John B's.

Big mistake, Kie. Big mistake. John B made sure to park a few blocks away just in case Kelce was at the front of the house. We stood behind the brick wall separating his house from the one beside his. Kelce's neighborhood had houses scattered about. Thankfully, the view from each house wasn't pointed at us.

That left us with a good hiding spot. I peered over the top of the wall to see if Kelce was there. John B got out the paint from his backpack. He handed me the neon yellow one. "The bike's in the garage," I said. "Is it open?" he asked. "Yeah," I whispered.

He cheered to himself. I tilted my head to the back entrance, where we could sneak in and out. "Since it's 1:00, Kelce's family has that family reunion thingy," I said, "We should be in the clear." The two of us knelt in front of the dirt bike.

John B left my side to stand in the doorway of the garage. He stayed on high alert. I covered my mouth as I used neon green to cover the handles and wheels of the car.

I wrote 'cheater' on the side of the dirt bike and 'asshole' on the other side. I hoped Kelce's new girl would see this and dump his ass. I'd hate for her to deal with this whole fiasco too. I mean, she had no choice. I doubt she even knows that he had a girlfriend.

She needed cold hard proof, so I gave her some. She had the envelope; where do you think she got it from? Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife And she looks so pretty Driving in your Benz Lately, she's been dressing for revenge

I grinned at my work before adding the finishing touches. I painted a thick coat of neon pink on the seat before adding yellow polka dots. John B looked over his shoulder to find me standing victoriously beside the horrible-looking bike. "That looks awesome," he chuckled. I bowed and set the can back into his backpack.

"We should leave before anyone sees us," he said. "Good idea," I said. We hastily escaped through the back entrance and ran towards the Twinkie. I couldn't help but laugh. Kelce got what he deserved. John B gave me a fist bump while he pulled out of the neighborhood. "Now what?" he said. "I need a drink," I leaned my head against the seat's headrest. "I can help with that," he grinned.

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(Later)

She don't start it, but she can tell you how it ends Don't get sad, get even So on the weekends She don't dress for friends Lately, she's been dressing for revenge

John B and I sat on the HMS Pogue. The others were on their way from wherever the hell they were. I took a long sip of my drink and set it beside me. The two of us kept saying how much it was to spray paint Kelce's bike.

John B's shoulder sat comfortably around my shoulders. The sun was still in the sky, with just a few clouds in sight. It had been cloudy earlier today but had cleared up as the day progressed. "How do you think the others will react?" John B questioned.

"Don't know," I sighed, "Pope will be worried, JJ will be proud, and Kiara will probably be a mix of both."

He nodded in agreement, drinking his beer. We stopped by the store to grab some beers from JJ's guy. "Have you ever done something like that?" he said, "And I'm not counting that one time you carved your initials in Mr. Sun's desk."

I scoffed and finished off my drink. I went to grab another beer, but John B pulled my hand away. "Nah, I think you've had enough," he said. "Oh, come on," I pouted. "You're not drowning your feelings with alcohol," he said.

Ladies always rise above Ladies know what people want Someone sweet and kind and fun The lady simply had enough

He disregarded my annoyed expression and leaned back in the leather seat. I observed the grass ahead of us swaying from the breeze and waves. The cool Summer wind brushed against the trees, the marsh, and the dock.

"Well, hello mi amigos!" JJ hollered, already holding a beer. John B and I waved to them. Kiara came over with a cooler in hand and Pope with the speaker. "How's it goin'?" Kie asked.

"Pretty good," I grinned. She looked at me suspiciously and stepped onto the boat. Kie set the cooler next to the other one. "What did you do?" she asked. "More importantly, what did both of you do?" Pope added. Kiara tilted her head in agreement with Popesicle's statement.

John B cleared his throat and motioned me to spill the beans. I sat up in my spot, crossing my legs. "I may or may not have vandalized Kelce's bike," I grinned. Pope's mouth dropped in reaction. Kiara choked on her water when I confessed.

Not surprisingly, JJ laughed and shook his head. He gave me a high five and joined Pope. "You did what?" Pope said. "We vandalized Kelce's prized possession," John B repeated casually. He stretched, acting as if it wasn't such a big deal. "And exactly why did you do that?" Pope asked for more information.

I explained what happened, with John B chiming in. They were surprised that Topper had pictures, but they knew my cousin would do anything for me. Pope's reaction slowly turned to acceptance. Once he heard the reason, he decided that the decision was allowed.

While he was doing lines And crossing all of mine Someone told his white-collar crimes to the FBI And I don't dress for villains Or for innocents I'm on my vigilante shh again

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(Later)

The others settled in for the night, but I continued to stay down at the dock. I sat on the edge with my feet skimming across the water. Every once in a while, I saw fish swimming and occasionally came up to the surface. My attention was drawn away when I heard footsteps.

John B strolled over to me with a blanket in hand. I smiled up at him as he sat down. "You looked cold," he wrapped one end around me and the other around him. It was quiet between us up until he spoke up. "How're you doing? And don't say it's a stupid question because I know it is," he said, "I just wanted to see what was going through your head."

I thanked him. John B lightly kissed my forehead and brought me in for a hug. "I'm always here for you. I hope you know that," he said. "I do," I said.

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wilchur · 17 days

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durge past life questions for Ezra: 9, 13 & 15

questions from Dark Urge Asks: Past Life Edition

9. What would a typical meeting of the chosen have looked like when your Durge attended?

With Ketheric? Ezra let Gortash do most of the talking and did not speak unless Gortash began to antagonise grandpa (usually still as last resort to be honest, when Ketheric was a hair's width from putting a hole in his tyrant), he had to speak on behalf of the temple or if he was directly spoken to. He and Gortash were a united front, every stance had already been discussed and agreed upon before it ever had a chance to come up, and he didn't mind Enver speaking for both of them. The Chosen "meetings" between him and Gortash only were pretty casual, an exchange of ideas meant to be as much for planning as simply an excuse to spend time together and partake in mind-gamey foreplay

13. Orin has her faithful group of changelings. Did your Durge have a similar 'personal guard' or task force at their back and call?

I'll admit, I haven't thought much about that. But he must've. I think it was simply a case of him keeping the most fanatical of the bunch close to himself; the Bhaalists who maybe strayed a bit from their worship and seemed more devoted to Ezra. The god part of him that desires that kind of thing would subconsciously drive him to hoard this type of "worshippers". Might be a part of why Bhaal decided he might need to be taken down a peg and allowed Orin to usurp him. Can't let him figure out he's more powerful than he's been made to think he is.

15. Bhaal handcrafted Durge. Do they enjoy and worship their appearance, or did they have a rebellious phase, trying their best to change their Lord Father's grand design?

Oh Ezra despises his appearance. It's the only blasphemous feeling he ever allowed himself to feel before Gortash happened. Because he's pretty much a direct copy of the avatar Bhaal inhabited during the Time of Troubles (only younger), it's not his. The fact has been used by Bhaal so extensively, Ezra can't look in the mirror without having the last shreds of his sense of self stripped away. It's why he has always kept his hair and beard short, why he wears piercings and why after he blows himself up in Cania, he decides to keep the scar instead of healing the burn on his face and torso completely.

#oh these were my fave by far #thank you 🫡💞#past life durge ask game #ask game #bg3 #the dark urge #bg3:ezra

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spectralscathath · 1 year

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number 22 for the salt thing

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

idk if the whole fandom sleeps on this but like, the bits of the fandom I'VE seen have, and no fandom was specified for this so I’m gonna come out and say it: I like Endeavor’s arc in MHA. I like that he is a toxic, abusive father, a terrible husband, and just kinda the worst, and, key point here, I like that he figures out that he’s a bastard and realises ‘oh shit I need to do better’ and then has No Fucking Clue how to do it. Do I think it’s handled perfectly? God no, there’s problems in the writing, always will be. But I think it’s interesting, it’s intriguing, and that while I do understand people hating Enji for his actions and stuff, I think that flattening him down to just a one-note abuser actively robs the storyline of a complex and fascinating character.

I think my favourite thing about it as well is that Enji fucks it up constantly. He has no idea how to be a father, he has no idea how to be a civil human being, he knows how to be a hero in terms of doing the work side of the job (such as having the most solved cases on record or his agency focusing on all areas of heroism instead of specialising), but he can’t for the life of him be an inspiration or a leader. He’s self-centred, he’s hard-headed, he’s mean, he’s hot-tempered, he’s proud and ambitious, he can’t handle a single conversation without resorting to gruffness and intimidation, and these are flaws that he has baked into himself for decades, of course they’re not gonna just go away. I want to study him under a microscope, honestly. Here is a character who has so completely defined themselves by two things: being perfect at their job on paper, and being second best. And then, all of a sudden, for the first time in his life. He comes first. But not by any of his own merits, his hard work. Nope. He comes first by default. And he hates it.

But, then that lil finicky bit of his perfectionism comes into play, and now that he’s been handed the title that he’s spent so long trying to take, even if it isn’t how he wanted it, he’s still that stubborn fuck who’s gonna do his goddamn job, so he starts actually trying to figure out how to be what All Might was, and isn’t that so interesting, the duality of flaws? How his need to be the best made him a monster, and then, when circumstances changed, it set him on the road to try and atone. And I do mean ‘atone’. I’m definitely in the ‘this is an atonement, not a redemption’ camp. It's mostly semantics, and I’m definitely not up to date on the manga so god knows if it’s gonna get pulled off, but man, if this landing is stuck, I’d love it.

Following on from that: I’m absolutely on team ‘none of the Todorokis die at the end’. I think the best ending for the Todoroki family is that they all live, and they all keep getting to have interesting and different interactions with each other. Because the reactions to Enji from his family are the other best part of his arc. Stories thrive on drama and conflict, and this man is a walking fusion generator of the two. Rei wants nothing to do with him for good reason until she needs to work with him to help their son, she has her own demons to deal with as well. Fuyumi is forgiving to her father, but that doesn’t mean she’s not still angry at him, she has her own reasoning for doing so. Natsuo would be happy if he got to live the rest of his life never having to talk to his dad again but doesn’t want him dead. Dabi is just swinging wildly between every emotion known to man with the dial turned all the way up, his issues are all standing on top of each other in one emo trench coat that’s currently setting everything on fire before anyone can realise there’s a person behind the nightmare. And Shouto is also in this complicated space of sorta wanting stop being angry, not for Enji’s sake but for his own.

If Enji was just a one-note character, the abuser using his hero status to get away with his crimes, then that would lose all the interesting interplay between the family. It takes all the teeth out of the Todoroki plotline. And Enji or Dabi dying at the end? Well, where’s the story supposed to go from there, it doesn’t fit, it’s a cop out for Enji’s plotline, which is all about ‘you are not allowed to escape the consequences of your actions, you must live to see the damage you have done and work to fix it’. Enji is a man defined by his need to work, and so work he must.

What a fun way to take a character. (Again reiterating that I’m not saying you have to like him but like. I think he’s very polarising for good reason and that often leads to people flattening him down into Pure Evil Abuser, and I feel like from what I’ve seen of the fandom, the interesting stuff about him gets lost in that.)

#mha #bnha #enji todoroki #asks #also he is Very Beefcake and I'm not afraid to say it #I also have a personal headcanon also about him being aromantic and how that ties into his massive self-blame that dogs his every step #it sits next to his guilt for Touya's death and the fact that instead of An Epiphany he actually Kept Digging and Got Worse #i saw someone once describe him as 'no one ever meets his high standards not even himself' and that was hitting the nail on the head #Enji really just saw the 'character development' cake rack and ran off with it. forty cakes. that's as many as four tens.#love that for him

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onyxedskies · 1 year

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“i know we don’t know eachother well, but i can give you my number and you can talk to me whenever you need..” Duo of your choice. Make me cry.

oo ok. alright i can work with this.

i am not super good with modern aus but i shall try my best lmfao

pairing: mercedes & sylvain

word count: 767

warnings: suicide attempt

His heartbeat thrummed in his ears.

Miklan had been right about him. He was always right about him.

Just a stupid coward who took everything away from everyone else. Who hurt people with his existence, with his stupidly self-destructive actions.

It was better this way.

Felix, Dimitri, and Ingrid were still at college, and Glenn was on a business trip for the week. He had no other friends - the fact that those four had stuck around so long was a miracle in and of itself. His father would send the notes when he found out. He could be a douche, but he wouldn't go that far.

Sylvain stood on the edge of the bridge, looking down at the roaring waters. He wasn't wearing a coat, a poor choice for anyone to make in a Faerghan March, but he deserved the cold that nipped at his fingers and stung his cheeks.

There were idle footsteps somewhere around him. He didn't care.

He took a deep breath, steadying his resolve. He'd always been afraid of heights; this was the perfect way for him to go. The perfect final punishment.

He bowed his head.

"Wait!"

The footsteps he heard earlier were getting faster, louder, and all of a sudden there was a hand on his shoulder, on his arm, and they were pulling him off of the ledge and into a hug.

"What-"

"No," the voice said. Sylvain tried to lift his head, getting only a glimpse of ash blonde hair before his head was being gently pushed into the person's shoulder. "I won't let you do this."

"Mercedes?" Sylvain asked, hesitant. It was a long shot, but it was possible; she had moved away her senior year, but it was possible she was back to visit.

They didn't know each other well in high school, and they hadn't spoken since then. All they had were fragile memories of shared activities from a time long past.

"You can't do this to yourself," she said. Her voice sounded thick. "I know we don’t know each other well, but I can give you my number and you can talk to me whenever you need."

"I'm not worth that," Sylvain laughed. It was hollow sounding, even to him.

"Yes you are." Her voice was firm, and yet soothing all the same. Inexplicably, tears sprang into his eyes. "You are worth that and so much more. You're not- you're loved, Sylvain."

"All I do is hurt the people around me," he replied, more aggressive than he wanted it to be. "It's better for everyone this way."

"No, it isn't," Mercedes said.

"Yes, it is!" Sylvain cried. "All I do is hurt people. My existence hurts people! God knows my actions don't do anything to fucking help me in that regard, but I can't stop. I want to stop, but I can't, I just can't, so it's better for everyone if I'm gone. If I'm gone, there's only so much damage I can do."

"That's not true," Mercedes said. She hesitated for a second before tightening her grip. "Whatever your brother told you, your father - they were wrong. About all of it. You are worth so much more than you think you are. You deserve support, not to be pushed aside because you resorted to unhealthy coping mechanisms because you had nothing else to do."

Sylvain tried to swallow down a sob. "But I-" his voice broke- "hurt everyone I've ever loved."

"Have you apologized?" Mercedes asked, so painfully gently.

"Of course I have," Sylvain said. He was crying now, tears running down his face as he tried to keep himself from sobbing.

"Have they hurt you?" she asked.

"Yes, but that's different!" His voice was trembling.

"How?"

"Because they're them and I'm just me," Sylvain sobbed. "Because they have good futures ahead of them, with happy and fulfilled lives, but all I have is a silver tongue and a track record of hurting people."

Mercedes clutched him tighter, and he buried his face into the crook of her neck and wailed. She rubbed his back, waited for him to calm down. She might have said something, but he couldn't hear anything else over the sounds of his anguish. Of fifteen years of pain exploding out of him.

"You are worth the help I'm going to get you," Mercedes said as his sobs turned to hiccups. "You are worth all of the money, time, and energy it will require. You're worth it, Sylvain."

He didn't agree, but he didn't have the energy to argue.

And maybe, just maybe, she was telling the truth.

#suicide #suicide attempt #tw sui attempt #tw sui #sui #sui attempt #tw suicide #tw suicide attempt #asks #sammi!#sylvain jose gautier #sylvain gautier #sylvain angst #mercedes von martritz #mercedes fire emblem #sylvain fire emblem #gautier angst #onyxed drabbles

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aletheapierce · 1 year

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ic task: interrogations

they had been the only one in the hallway, and alethea wondered if that was on purpose. to make students feel small and alone as they brought them in for their questioning. she was seated in one of those dated chairs with the hard backs, pressed against the wall as she picked and pushed at the cuticles on her thumbs in anticipation. growing up her mother had told her time and time again to stop picking and biting at her nails, that she was ruining them. the woman even resorted to bi-weekly nail appointments with a baby pink polish that tasted disgusting, all to break alethea’s nervous habit. because looking nervous only made her look weak, only sold all the secrets she didn’t have. the words bounced throughout her mind as she tore at the now large hangnail, a small drop of blood forming at the corner.

but that’s where their mother had been wrong, alethea was full of secrets. some worth keeping, and others so tiny they were laughable. yet she still held them all, and sometimes it felt like they were trying to eat her alive.

“alethea, you can come in, thanks for waiting. i’m agent choi.” a handsome man with a surprising smile stepped out from behind the door. their mother would certainly smile back and say something kind or flirtatious to break the ice. alethea just nodded, rolling her hands under her sleeves before tucking them under her armpits as she stepped inside.

the other agents just gave her a small nod, the woman leaned up in the back, the other shuffling through some papers. agent choi introduced them as agents brown and murray. alethea made no effort at small talk.

“so uh, alethea, how are you today? you hanging in there? i know finals are a rough time, boy i don’t miss them.” agent choi laughed as he settled into his seat. all words were lost in her mouth as she opened it and nothing came out. so she just shrugged and the agents looked at each other.

“well let’s just get right into it then. were you aware that greer morrison had submitted a video at the end of last year?” agent brown looked up at her expectantly.

they had never been the particularly talkative type. it was easier to skate by when you were quiet. and the shitty thing was, most people in their quietness and smallness learned to observe and pick up on everyone else. to notice them. alethea had missed the memo, all too caught up in her own self it seemed. “no.” is all they could answer, taking a deep breath. the first interview had gone fairly well it seemed, but now alethea was grasping for anything to bring her back down. to place them back in reality. a struggle for them these days.

“just no? okay then...” choi sighed, giving them a small reassuring smile. it did nothing to open them up. maybe they should have called their dad after all. “can you talk about your time capsule video? give us some context for the clip that was leaked?”

their first instinct was to go ahead and say no again. but instead she sighed, moving to place her hands under her thighs now, anything to keep her from picking at them again. “uh, i don’t think there’s much to add.” her voice was soft, and she felt like a child again. getting lectured by her father, investigated by her mother for something she couldn’t even remember. there were few things alethea came to resent more than feeling so small in such a way. and it was overwhelming all over again. “just that everyone is going through something, and maybe we should all be a bit more mindful about it.” what else was there to add? that she was thinking of her missing best friend? that maybe if alethea had been more attentive, they could have seen it? that greer wouldn’t have betrayed them in such a way?

they didn’t seem to love the answer, but accepted it with a small sigh and shrug. “you’re not giving us much here alethea and i...”

“there’s not much to give you.”

“alright, alright. had you ever heard of anything regarding the naive newcomer using steroids?” they all looked at her expectantly.

alethea’s mouth went dry with realization. was that why he’d been kicked out? escorted off campus? that seemed like a dramatic show and completely unnecessary for something so...almost trivial? he wasn’t the first and certainly wouldn’t be the last. “no? i...wait what the fuck?” the words sputtered out in confusion. “he was doing steroids?” there was no answer to her question, just another glance across the table, the soft scribble of a pen and a nod to confirm her. just ever so slightly. “so you know nothing?”

“why the fuck would i know if he had been doing steroids? he wasn’t my boyfriend.” and despite him being greer’s, alethea hadn’t known him well. another realization for them over the past few months. how little alethea knew of not only greer, but her people too. just how little alethea knew altogether. this drew a raised eyebrow from agent brown who now looked at her more directly than before.

“had greer brought up breaking up with him ever? or anything of the sort like she did in her video?” he asked, a bit sternly. it seemed to contradict agent choi’s smile.

she shifted in her seat again, fingers now gripping the back of her thighs. “no.” it came out slowly, softly, her gaze shifting away from them as she chewed on her bottom lip, willing the tears to stop. how stupid right? to start crying over the idea of your best friend breaking up with her boyfriend? but greer never mentioned it, and in fact despite the times alethea asked, never offered nothing more than a single sentence and her knowing smile. it was all so fucking stupid that alethea didn’t know what to feel. “she didn’t tell me a lot apparently.” that felt like an understatement. everyone always leaving poor little alethea in the dark.

“really? weren’t the two of you close? in fact…” agent brown check his notes again with a tsking sound. “some other students have brought up your relationship with greer. why do you think they thought it was relevant?”

now alethea turned her attention away from them, watching the corner of the table dig into the carpet. she briefly wondered if the table had always been there, creating a space for itself among the threads of fibers to call home. or if it had been dragged into a new position, disrupted by the fbi’s presence like most of campus was. “alethea?” agent choi called again, leaning in to place a hand across the table and near her. her eyes cut to it, trailing over the way his knuckles protruded from his skin, the soft tan line of a ring on his finger. was he married? divorced? did it matter? “she was one of my best friends, so i’m not surprised someone thought it was relevant.” she answered to his hand before looking up at them both. in the back of the room the other agent shifted, alethea had forgotten she was there. “i didn’t see her all summer, so i don’t know anything. but i like to think were significant parts of each other’s lives which is maybe why…” her voice broke and she bit down on her lip again, trying desperately to keep it all inside. her hands freed themselves from under her to then cover her eyes. she wasn’t even really sad in that moment, just embarrassed for her own stupidity and lack of attention.

“it’s okay you can cry.” alethea didn’t even pay attention to who spoke that time. instead she breathed in deeply, counted to five as she held her breath, and then let it out slowly. she repeated this motion a few more times until she dropped her hands back to her lap and looked up at the agents. it was a few more moments before anyone spoke again.

agent choi opened his mouth, and then closed it, eyes studying alethea intensely. they didn’t move, just stared blankly back. “were you aware of greer planning to travel to portugal this summer?” he finally asked.

portugal? what the fuck. “what do you think i’m gonna say?” she mumbled, feeling more than defeated in that moment. their right hand slipped into their left sleeve, picking at their thumb again, flicking the hangnail back and forth. a small spark of pain with each movement. “you have to answer the question alethea, only you can.” he nodded, as if trying to coax the truth out of them. it only made them want to retreat further inside of themselves, to quiver away from the world and sneer at anyone who came too close. “no, i wasn’t. i don’t know what portugal would have there for her.”

“do you have any reason to believe the golden girl would want to leave ogden college?”

yes. their mind flashed to that night in spring semester. everything they had thrown out, words frantic and desperate. greer remained so calm and collected, direct with alethea in a way that felt harsh. and now look at them. “no. i thought she might have it all here but…” they shrugged again. “like i said, you don’t know what people have got going on inside of them. even the people you think you know better than yourself.”

both agents nodded thoughtfully to this, brown leaning back with a sigh as he glanced back at the stack of papers and then straight back to alethea. his eyes bore into hers, like lasers, like they were trying to read her mind. they shifted in their seat uncomfortably, finally picking off the hangnail completely with a sudden poke of pain. “is there anything you know that you’re not sharing? you can trust us alethea.”

alethea looked up as he stated her name. something felt like it could rupture inside of them, and they weren’t sure what it was, or what the consequence would be if they investigated it. “no, i don’t know much of anything apparently.”

with a dissatisfied sigh, agent choi looked back at brown who just nodded. “thank you for your time alethea. we really are sorry that you have to go through this. we just want to find the truth, so that we can find greer.” he stood up, indicating for them to follow. they only nodded turning back to the exit, daring one last glance at the agents before the door was shut behind them.

#ogdentask #ictask004 #this got out of hand my b #skin picking tw

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mattypattypinky · 3 months

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🌻 post because I miss him sm rn.

Before the player fell, he was messing with countless different timelines with countless different characters. He'd already read every book, and burnt every book.

When the player falls, he feels like something new has finally happened.

I like to think he sat awake sometimes, waiting for something to happen. A human to fall. Maybe he sat on that old patch of grass staring at the furthest hallway, hoping someone would come through for years. Kind of depressing, but I do love the idea of him waiting for me. I love the idea of being his saving grace. I love the idea that I'm that light he needs. I mean, he's the light I needed for countless years in my life, how could I pass the opportunity to be his up?

God, how I want to hang out with him. The sweet silence of sitting in that dark room with him, perched on the small grass patch. Talking for hours, about random shit that we would be able too... until his mom takes me away to her home for the night to eat some b scotch pie. Maybe snail pie, if I'm lucky. I'd love to try it. Then the next morning, sneaking out again in the ruins to do it all over again with him.

I want him to confide in me. Tell me about his trauma, tell me his fears. I want him to cling to me and cry in my shoulder, tell me how scared you are, I'm here for you as you are to me.

Tell me how you don't understand my mercy. My sweet words of affection and praise, tell me how you don't understand how someone could love a cruel, sick and twisted being like yourself, so that I can reassure you just how important you are. Just how strong, and talented you are, for me to reaffirm how hard you've been trying for years to stay determined and to find something to live for.

Tell me how you miss your ex best friend, so I can hold you close and dwindle about mine as well. So we can sit, and talk for hours about how many fun, or bad memories we've had of them. Tell me what you regret. I'll tell you what I regret.

I want to walk through the waterfalls with him, whispering into the flowers our secrets and wishes. How we both wish for forgiveness, how we both with to feel better about ourselves. Our intertwined self loathing and spiraling emotions. Let us wish upon the crystals above that things will be okay. That we'll never run bored of eachother, let us take a boatride down the river as we admire the world we've come to grow so accustom to.

I want to draw on walls and concrete floors with chalk in ruins, have snowball fights in the snow, people watch through the window of the bar, laugh at drama that some folk are rambling about in the town. I want to go reserve seats just to dine and dash at the resort. I want to make fun of people with him where no one else can hear. Shit talk the people that have irritated me over the years, confide in him in those I regret hurting and leaving, and listen to him tell me the same. I want to read books in the library, and see if he thinks junior jumble, or word searches are harder.

i want to be jealous of him, and I want him to be jealous of me.

I want to listen to him vent about his reincarnation that he had not asked for. I want him to vent to me about the scientist and how he hadn't asked her to bring him back - and me listen to his emotional outbursts without judgement and tell him just how important he is, and how thankful I am that she had decided to take the kings task to try to bring you back, as without that, I would never have had him.

I want to befriend everyone with him, I want to show him it's okay to be vulnerable, I want to be patient with him. I want to show him just what a good relationship can be. I wanna him to tell spooky stories to me at midnight under car bed-covers. I want to post about him online and watch the other people gush about how cute our relationship is. Update my status every 10 seconds, just like the doctor, but it's just to bring up how much I adore him. What he's doing. What we're doing.

I want to rest in bed with him, his coiling vines around me like a cozy hug. I want to reach the surface with him. I want to show him the sun, and show him it will be okay. I want to drive in a bright red car on a highway and watch him mispronounce a hawaii sign. I want to take him to get coffee late at night and laugh when he pours it on himself instead of drinking it.

I want to gift him a red bicycle with a golden basket, and sit him in the basket as we ride around town, wind in my hair, sun on our skin. I want to watch shows with him, and complain and share hot-takes with him late at night. I want to rant to him about my high school drop out experience. I want to share my soul with him, since he doesn't have one. I want to listen to music with him. Show him my playlist I have devoted to him since 2021 proudly for him to judge me and make fun of me playfully. I want him to hurt my heart, I want the ups and downs of a relationship. The arguments, I want the miscommunication so that we can inevitably communicate and feel so much better afterwards. I want to sacrifice time and effort for him. I want him to be clingy. - I want him to love me the way I love him.

#this is very self indulgent. but shh.#🌻💔#mattypattypinkyposts #not using the fandom tags for posts about him #bc hes my f/o and he's the only one i don't like to share 😢

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kagrenacs · 3 years

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The topic of the night seems to be the almalexia fight in tribunal, my nerevarine kills her completely on accident in a dumb stroke of luck (fate? I think azura pulled some strings) and feels very bad about it

#Have you ever had those moments where you realize if you said yes to a certain decision or arrived 10 min earlier #something bad would have happened? that sort of dumb luck #I think he would try his best to talk her down before resorting to self defense but you can't undo 3 eras worth of pain

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kio-may · 2 years

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could you please write Ace, Deuce, Malleus and Jack headcanons when they see the female m/c's face the first time, because she would have worn a mask or sth the whole time like Crowley, and she would have usually said she is quite unattractive and it's not worth the peek when people asked her about it, but actually she is super pretty?

Hello nonnie <3 this request hit a bit close to home 😭 i always imagine my self insert ocs with masks

I hope my bias for malleus doesn't show here QNSKQKSKW

Heres ur request :) i hope u enjoy luv

He doesn't exactly compliment you but rather reassure you in a way

"What? You look fine, you don't need to wear it all the time"

He definitely says you're pretty but he's usually not used to giving out compliments often, so mostly that's what you're getting for the most part

Although he slightly encourages you to take off your mask more often

Doesn't exactly have a problem in reassuring you again and again

He's definitely willing to lend an ear if you want to vent about your insecurities or anything the like

The more comfortable he gets with you the more often he'll start passing small compliments. They're nothing and seem very generic, but he's honest with them.

It slightly irritates him thinking about what might've led you to such a state ー who would influence or comment on your appearance so often for you to resort to wearing a mask? It just sounds troublesome

Homie is ready to hype you up bestie LAKSKAK

Confused boi

"Eh..? But you're really pretty.."

He says it from the bottom of his heart, really

He compliments you often, or tries to, but they come off a bit cheesy QKKSKS

He's so confused ー you look absolutely beautiful, what standards do you have for yourself?

He tries to reassure you most of the time that it's okay to take off your mask and drop everything that covers your face

He's ready to beat down anyone who talks shit about your face

Ever since he's heard about your own opinions of yourself, he'll try to subtly hint that he's always ready to talk with you about what you feel a bit insecure about. He may not be the best but he's trying <3

Like Ace, at first it's hard for him to come up with compliments on the spot, especially if the person is exceptionally new to him

But if MC and him are close, maybe around chapter 5 close, he won't feel hesitant to compliment you at all.

He's also worried about mask acne KQJSKQ

He's also a bit like Deuce, but later on the confusion goes away and he's just irritated at anyone who may have influenced you to feel that way

"Don't feel that way. You don't look as bad as you think"

He's also a bit stiff with compliments, and I doubt it'll change even if both of you are close, but he offers a lot of reassurance and support

He encourages you to take your mask off more, and he's double checking with you if you're comfortable whenever it's off

He offers advice on feeling confident about it, and sometimes he'll ask if you've tried it out

He won't hint it, he'll straightforwardly tell you that he's there to talk to you if you're insecure about your appearances

Whenever you want him to, he'll kinda stand beside you like your bodyguard, if you want to feel safe with your mask off

He's somewhat silently cheering you on whenever you start taking your mask off more often, he won't directly say it, but he'll be proud in a way

Offers to intimidate anyone, or beat them up, who comment negatively on your appearance

He would have probably asked about the mask in your first meeting

"Hm? What a strange thing you wear on your face"

But if you happen to show him your face then tell him the real reason of why you wear a mask when both of you are close, he'll go in deep ponder for a moment before directly looking into your eyes and complimenting you like he's exchanging wedding vows QLSKQKSK

He's very reassuring, telling you about how pretty and beautiful he thinks you are, and tells you that you shouldn't be worried about anything

He's encouraging you, like the others, to also take off your mask often when you're comfortable. He understands and won't bring it up again if you don't want to though.

He wonders what kinda influence you had, and how you got the mindset that you're not attractive. But he never really verbalized it, and when he does, he's clearly a bit hesitant since he also knows he isn't the best with words, or feelings, and doesn't want to get into anything sensitive

Overall he's so supportive, and pities you a tad bit for what you think about yourself

He's always lending 1 compliment every visit, and tells you he'll burn anyone alive who says so otherwise

Also goes to Lilia for advice on how to help you QKJSKS

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criminalmindzjunkie · 3 years

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Hungry Eyes

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Summary: Spencer is tired of hiding your relationship.

A/N: The idea for this fic came from a lovely anon that requested a fic based on She’s So Nice by Pink Guy. I also drew inspo from Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen (strange mix, but stay with me here.) So basically, a lot of Dom!Spencer goodness. I’d like to say a huge thank you for almost 1k followers, because wow. I never imagined 5 people would actually want to read my writing. I love you all, and I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future works!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, jealousy, degradation, spitting, slapping, oral sex (male and female receiving), spanking, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex

Word Count: 5.5k

“That is one fine piece of ass. Don’t think I could get any work done with a sweet little thing like that prancing around my precinct,” mutters yet another sleezeball detective, beady eyes trained on you like a lion might study their prospective prey. It’s moments like these that Spencer has to remind himself that patience is a virtue – that he must bite his tongue because he’s at work and that means he has to act professional. Even if those around him don’t seem capable of affording him the same luxury.

So, it’s with a clenched jaw and all the self-restraint that he can muster that Spencer forces himself to focus on the task at hand. Because Spencer is a professional, and there are more pressing matters that demand his undivided attention. The detective could be dealt with later – in the form of a complaint to the higher ups. But for now, patience.

Usually, this wouldn’t be a problem. Years on the job had taught Spencer to remain level headed no matter the circumstance. Usually, Spencer could tune out the locker room talk in favor of immersing himself into the case. But when it came to you, or rather, people who dared to look upon you with eyes laden with lustful intentions, Spencer had a rather short fuse.

It happens often, and he supposes that he shouldn’t be surprised. You’d certainly turned his head the first time he was fortunate enough to lay eyes on you. He’d nearly broken his neck trying to steal another glimpse of you as you walked past him on your way to Emily’s office on your first day. No one would ever describe Spencer Reid as forward, but on that day, he was the most brazen he’d ever been.

Throwing caution to the wind, Spencer made a split-second decision stop you and introduce himself.

It was the best decision he would ever make.

So, yes – he understood why the head of everyone you passed turned your way, eager to bask in your unparalleled beauty. But that didn’t mean that he had to like it. In fact, every time Spencer caught some imprudent bastard leering at you, he had to remind himself that enacting physical force on another person with no real reason could cost him his job. That, and he was above resorting to violence – or at least he was, until you came around.

Part of his anger was rooted in the obvious lack of respect. It didn’t matter if Spencer held your hand in his as the two of you walked down the street, or if he kissed you on the lips in the middle of a crowded restaurant. All the PDA in the world did nothing to assuage the lingering stares, and Spencer felt his sanity chip away with every passing day.

In the beginning, keeping his relationship with you a secret from your colleagues seemed like a good enough idea. Both of you were in agreement that you didn’t want to your personal relationship to affect your professional one, so when the elevator doors opened up and the two of you stepped out into the bullpen, you both were on your best behavior. And it was okay at first – Spencer was able to put his romantic feelings aside and focus on his work, all while still being able to make eyes at you from across the room. It was the perfect arrangement.

Until it wasn’t.

Because it wasn’t enough that you were gorgeous – you were also the most selfless person that Spencer had ever met. Always eager to lend a hand to anyone in need – always seeing the best in everyone, regardless of if they deserve it or not. It was an admirable quality to have, and he loved you for it, but on days like today he wishes you were a little more perceptive.

That, and he wishes you’d chosen to wear anything but the tight little skirt and low-cut top that you were currently sporting. Not that he didn’t love the way the fabric clung to your figure like it was tailor-made for you – because he did - it was just that every other male in the precinct seemed to enjoy it as much as he did. And that made Spencer’s blood boil.

The tipping point comes when, just as Spencer is trying to hunt you down and propose a quick lunch break, he finds you engaging in conversation with the very same detective that had been spouting lewd comments about you all morning. You’re seated at the breakroom table, clutching a fresh cup of coffee in hand as you look up at the man, a polite smile upturning your lips as you listen to him drone on about how his amateur baseball team had won some stupid fucking tournament the previous weekend. He’s smiling down at you, endlessly smug and way too pleased with himself at having captured your attention.

It makes Spencer sick.

His reprieve comes when your eyes flit to the doorway and you flash him a breathtaking smile. It makes him warm from the inside out, and Spencer wants nothing more than to plant kiss after kiss on your lips. Unfortunately, he can’t, so he settles on returning your smile.

“There you are,” Spencer greets as he crosses the room before coming to a stop next to you. “I was thinking we could go grab lunch.”

“Is it really lunch time already?” you murmur as you glance down at your watch. “I guess I let the day get away from me. Detective Yarborough was just telling me about the baseball game his team won this weekend.”

“Oh, was he now,” Spencer feigns interest as he turns to face the man.

“Yup,” you say, completely oblivious to the uncomfortable tension. “Didn’t you tell me you played in a baseball game once?”

This piques the interest of Yarborough and he raises an eyebrow at Spencer.

“You play?” he asks, tone laden with disbelief.

“Not exactly.”

The detective merely harrumphs in response, and an uncomfortable silence falls on the room.

Your eyes dart between the two men and your brows furrow adorably as you try to make sense of the almost palpable animosity.

“Okay… So, lunch. Did you have anything in mind, Spence?”

“There’s a really good pizza joint two blocks from here,” Yarborough chimes in. “I could show you, if you like.”

He acts as if the offer extends to you both, but the way he looks only at you when he says it tells Spencer otherwise.

“The hospitality is appreciated, but that won’t be necessary,” Spencer breezes, clipped and to the point. He’s able to see in his peripheral vision the way your eyebrows raise in shock, but he’s too busy glaring at the detective to care.

“Uh, yeah. Thanks anyways, Detective,” you mutter confusedly as you stand.

“Anything for a pretty lady such as yourself,” he replies. “And you can call me Trevor.”

Spencer’s hands are clenched into fists and he has to actually bite down on his tongue to keep from doing something he’d surely regret later. You bid Trevor ado with a smile and a parting wave, and then Spencer’s ushering you out of the room and down the hall, hand placed firmly on your back. He can’t do much in regards to initiating physical contact, but he allows himself this miniscule act of PDA. The feeling of your warmth radiating through your blouse is the only thing keeping him from giving into his primal instincts. Instincts that are screaming at him to put that smarmy bastard in his place.

The hours after lunch pass by rather uneventfully. You accompany Tara when she goes to interview the victim’s family, and for the first-time all-day Spencer is able to repress his frustration long enough to focus on piecing together a geographical profile. By the time you and Tara return, the sun has long since disappeared from the sky and fatigue is rolling off everyone in waves. When Emily finally announces the end of the day, she’s met with absolutely no resistance.

Spencer immediately scans the room for you, only to frown when he sees that you’re nowhere in sight. In fact, he hasn’t set eyes on you in well over an hour, too busy wrapping up the days’ work to notice your absence until now.

“Has anyone seen Y/N?” Spencer calls out. His question is met by several shaking heads.

“I think she’s busy,” JJ sing-songs, eyebrows waggling suggestively. Spencer’s frown only deepens.

“Busy?”

JJ nods.

“Yarborough has been chomping at the bit to ask her to dinner. My guess is he’s got her cornered somewhere.”

Of fucking course.

Spencer’s out of his seat and stomping through the precinct in second, oblivious to the way his coworkers exchange curious glances as he storms off.

He finds the two of you in much the same way as before, only this time Trevor is blocking your path to the doorway, hand in the air as he moves to tuck a stray piece of your hair behind your ear.

“– C’mon, babe. Say you’ll go to dinner with me,” Trevor croons in a way that’s supposed to come off as seductive. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

You lean backwards in an attempt to evade his touch, and you barely get the chance to open your mouth when Spencer intervenes.

“She’s not interested.”

The detective whips around, snorting in annoyance when he sees Spencer standing in the doorway.

“What are you, her fucking keeper?” Trevor sneers, before turning back to face you. “Who does this guy think he is?”

Something in Spencer snaps, then – the same something that has been swelling inside him for months, threatening to spill over every time he had to pretend that the stares didn’t enrage him. He’s tired of pretending, tired of hiding, and so, so fucking tired of not putting assholes like Trevor Yarborough in their place.

Fueled by months of suppressed anger, Spencer manages to cross the room in about two seconds. He has several inches on the detective, standing at an intimidating six-foot one inch in height, so when he comes to a stop right in front of the detective, he’s looming over him threateningly.

“I’m her fucking boyfriend, and if you so much as try to touch her again, I’ll break your goddamn hand,” Spencer spits out, and he’d be lying if he said the way Trevor’s eyes widen in fear doesn’t thrill him. “Are we clear?”

“Uh, yeah. Sorry, dude,” Trevor splutters, raising his hands in surrender. “Didn’t know she was taken. My bad.”

Spencer tears his eyes away from the detective and takes in the way you’re watching on with an amused expression. He reaches out, and you’re quick to place your hand in his. Without speaking another word to the detective, Spencer leads you from the room and out the back entrance of the precinct.

“What was that?” you tease, eyes glistening mischievously underneath the street lights. “I thought we agreed that we weren’t taking things public just yet?”

Spencer crowds you against the brick wall of the building, pressing his body flush against yours. He ducks down swiftly, pulling you into a frenzied kiss. His lips drag against yours relentlessly, and all it takes is one breathy moan before he’s licking into your mouth possessively. Spencer slots his knee in between your legs, simultaneously groping at your chest with one hand as the other tangles in your hair.

When Spencer pulls away, he doesn’t go far. His lips leave a trail of wet kisses down your neck as you writhe against him, hands clinging tightly to his dress shirt. You whimper when his teeth nip at the tender spot right under your ear, and you can’t help the way your hips cant up when Spencer’s tongue brushes against reddened skin.

“I’m tired of pretending,” Spencer murmurs as his mouth continues to move against you, sucking purple bruises against your flesh. “Don’t fucking care about how it will affect the job. Tomorrow, everyone’s gonna know that you’re mine. Gonna mark every inch of you tonight – gonna fuck you until you can’t fucking walk.”

“Please,” you slur as you guide Spencer’s hand down until his fingers graze the end of your skirt. Spencer chuckles darkly against your neck when his hand brushes against the soiled lace of your panties.

“Didn’t mean I’d fuck you right here,” he laughs, prompting you to let out an impatient whine. The hand that was previously tangled in your hair slides down until it’s wrapped around your throat, and Spencer’s cock twitches eagerly in his pants when you push your throat harder into his palm. “Such a needy little slut for me. Ready and willing for me to fuck you out in the open, where anyone could walk by and see how fucking desperate you are for my cock.”

“M’ your slut,” you pant as Spencer’s middle and index fingers ghost across your center. “Only yours, Spence. I don’t care who sees, just - please fuck me!”

“I fucking own you,” Spencer growls against your lips as he tightens his hold on your throat. “And as much as I’d love to take you right against this wall, the things I have planned for you would elicit quite an audience. I know how loud you like to be.”

Spencer pushes your panties to the side and you let out a low hiss as he drags a finger across where want him most. You cry out in frustration when he removes his hand to bring it up to his mouth, tongue darting out to lick his finger clean.

“Just needed a little taste to tide me over,” Spencer murmurs, smirking devilishly at you as he steps back from you. “Let’s head back to the hotel. I’ve got lots I wanna do to you, pretty girl.”

As soon as the door to the hotel room clicks shut, clothes are flying off as the two of you make your way to the bed. It’s a mad dash as you both undress, and as soon as the last garment leaves your body, Spencer pounces on you. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, and the way you immediately go pliant as Spencer’s mouth works against yours makes him hum appreciatively.

“Don’t feel like being nice tonight. Are you gonna let me use that pretty little pussy however I want?” Spencer inquires, though he already knows the answer. He’s known how tonight would pan out ever since the first roll of your hips against his back at the police station.

You nod fervently, hopelessly, and Spencer moves his hand up to grip your chin in his hand. The pad of his thumb traces over the swollen skin of your kiss bruised lips.

“What about this?” he asks, tapping lightly against your lip. “Are you gonna let me fuck this slutty little mouth of yours?” Spencer slips his thumb into your mouth and you immediately close your lips around the digit, suckling lightly. Your eyes never leave his.

“You’d do anything I asked you to, wouldn’t you, pet?” Spencer muses, pressing his thumb farther into your mouth until you gag around him. Spencer withdraws his thumb and his hand tugs hard on the hair at the back of your scalp. “Open.”

You oblige immediately, and Spencer spits into your waiting mouth. You swallow without being instructed, and the visual of it makes Spencer let out a low groan.

“Get on your knees,” Spencer barks out, and the way you scramble to follow his order makes him let out a chuckle. “So eager to have my cock in your mouth,” he hums as he taps his dick teasingly against your cheek. You open your mouth wide for him, and Spencer guides your mouth down onto his dick at a tantalizingly slow pace. You let out a moan as you hollow your cheeks around his head, tongue lapping greedily at the precum that gathered there before Spencer makes you take him deeper.

“Everyone thinks you’re such an innocent little thing, but here you are, letting me use you like a cheap whore while you enjoy every minute of it,” Spencer says through gritted teeth as you moan wantonly around his cock. It isn’t until he’s halfway down your throat that your eyes begin to water, mascara running down your cheeks as he fucks into your mouth.

Spencer lets out a choked sound when your nose brushes against the skin of his abdomen, and he has to fight the urge to throw his head back in pleasure. He doesn’t want to look away, not even for a moment. Not when you’re looking up at him like that, tears running down your face as you swallow around his length.

He pulls you off him just the tiniest bit before he’s forcing you back down, a string of curses falling from his lips as your head bobs up and down.

“You take my cock so well, pretty girl,” Spencer praises, prompting you to let out a muffled moan around him. The vibrations send a shock of pleasure through him and he can help the way his hips stutter. “Fuck, baby. You like it when I tell you what a perfect little whore you are, don’t you?”

You’re unable to answer, because Spencer presses down on the back of your head until you’ve taken all of him again. The pressure he puts on you doesn’t relent, not even when you gag around him.

“Fucking choke on it, slut,” Spencer grunts. “Don’t act like you don’t want this. You were just begging me to fuck you in an alley not twenty minutes ago, like some pathetic fucking tramp. You wanna act like a tramp, I’m gonna treat you like one.”

Spencer’s lips curl into a debauched grin when your hands come up and grip the backs of his thighs, pulling him closer and further down your throat.

“That’s what I fucking thought,” Spencer moans, giving several more harsh thrusts before pulling you off of him completely. Spencer reaches down to wipe at the spit that coats your lips as you look up at him with a shy smile.

“You okay, pretty girl?” Spencer asks as he caresses the side of your face.

“Mm,” you hum, nuzzling your face against his palm. “Keep going, please. Don’t hold back.”

“God, I fucking love you,” Spencer sighs happily. “Get on the bed.”

By the time Spencer fishes a tie out of his suitcase, you’re sprawled out across the bed, head resting against the pillows with your legs spread wide. Your teeth are nestled against your bottom lip as you watch him stalk towards you, eyes running up and down his naked figure appreciatively.

Spencer crawls onto the bed until he’s settled in between your legs. You present your wrists to him, just like you’ve done a million times before, and Spencer feels that familiar thrum of excitement rush through his body. He fucking lives for moments like these – moments where all his problems melt away to nothing. Moments where he has no other thought than wrecking you, thoroughly and completely.

Once your wrists are bound you hold them above you, and Spencer sits back on his heels, eyes raking up and down every inch of you.

“M’ so fucking lucky to be the only one who gets to see you like this.”

Spencer pinches your right nipple in between his fingers and you let out a squeak, hips bucking up, desperate for some friction. He kneads your breast in his hand as he lowers his mouth to the other one, tongue laving around you. A light nip from his teeth is all that it takes for you to cry out, eyelids fluttering closed.

“Spence, please. Need you to touch me now, pl-”

Spencer’s hand connecting with your cheek stops you from finishing your sentence.

“Do not tell me what to do,” Spencer seethes, once again gripping your chin to keep you from looking away. “Ungrateful slut. I should just leave you here, fucking dripping and desperate for a release that you won’t get. Maybe then you’d learn to take what’s given to you.”

“Please, no! I’ll be good, I swear. I’m sorry!”

Spencer narrows his eyes at you, contemplative.

“Open.”

You do as he says, and without another word Spencer inserts two fingers into your mouth, pressing down hard on your tongue.

“Get them nice and wet, and maybe I’ll think about using them on you.”

You do as he tells you, and by the time Spencer removes his fingers from your mouth, you’re trembling underneath him from anticipation.

“D-Did I do good?” you stutter out, batting your lashes at him as you squirm under his gaze.

“So good, baby. I think you’ve earned my fingers,” Spencer hums. “Need you to be still, okay? You’re not gonna like what happens if you try to move.”

You nod enthusiastically, eyes fluttering shut when his fingers brush across your clit. Spencer spends ample time rubbing deliciously slow circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves, relishing in every gasp and whimper that falls from your lips. Lips that he’d very much like to kiss, so he does, and you’re more than happy to reciprocate. Spencer lets out a happy sigh into your mouth.

You get lost in the kiss, so lost in the way that Spencer licks into your mouth that it catches you completely off guard when he slides two fingers into you.

“Oh, God,” you moan when Spencer curls his fingers against your walls, fucking them in and out of you, slow and unrelenting.

“S’that feel good, princess?” Spencer asks, a teasing lilt to his voice. “Tell me how it feels.”

Your head falls back against the pillows as you struggle to keep your hips firmly placed on the mattress.

“Feels amazing, Spence. Always feels so good with you. Never want anyone else, only you.”

And fuck, if that sentiment doesn’t shoot straight to his heart - amongst other places. Spencer places a tender kiss to your cheek before he’s moving down to your neck and sucking a bruise right under your jaw.

“Yeah?” Spencer prompts. “Not even that stupid fucking detective? I’m sure he’d love a chance to see you like this.”

“So, you were jealous,” you chuckle between moans, and Spencer bites down hard where your neck meets your shoulder.

“F-Fuck, Spencer!”

“Should I be jealous?” Spencer speeds up the onslaught of his fingers, scissoring them at such an unforgiving pace that you can’t help but roll your hips against them.

You regret this instantly, because Spencer’s fingers immediately pull out of you, leaving you empty and cold. Spencer tuts, shaking his head disappointedly.

“Dumb little whore can’t even sit still long enough to cum on my fingers.”

“Please, let me try again. I’ll do better, I promise!”

Spencer shakes his head and scoots up until his back is rested against the pillows.

“C’mere,” he commands. “Lay across my lap. Or can you not follow simple commands?”

“I-I can,” you whisper as you crawl across him, splaying out so that you rest on your elbows with your ass in the air.

Spencer grabs a handful of your ass and kneads it in his hands.

“How many do you think you deserve?”

You blush and smile shyly at him from over your shoulder.

“However many you want to give me. I can take it.”

Spencer returns your smile.

“Good answer. I think you can handle fifteen. How does that sound?”

“Sounds perfect. T-Thank you, Spencer,” you mumble, cheeks burning red. Spencer continues to caress the tender skin of your bare ass, admiring the way the skin is completely blank; the perfect canvas.

You let out a whimper when his hand comes down hard on your ass before kneading the sensitive, reddening skin.

“T-Thank you,” you gasp out, and Spencer is quick to follow up with another strike against the opposite cheek.

It goes on like this until it’s time for the fifteenth strike, and by then you’ve devolved into garbled whines, ass bright red and marked up with the imprint of Spencer’s hands. His dick is painfully hard underneath you, and you’re in a similar state – arousal dripping onto Spencer’s thigh, coating it.

“Last one, baby. Do you think you can handle it?”

“Y-Yes,” you choke out. “Please, I need it. Hurt me, please.”

The desperation in your voice does things to him, makes him practically feral with the need to fucking tear you apart, and Spencer is quick to deliver the final blow. You barely even have it in you to cry out anymore – a feeble sob is all that falls from your lips.

Spencer’s hand ghosts down across your bruised skin until his fingertips trace over where you drip for him.

“You like it when I punish you, don’t you, dirty girl?” Spencer hums as his fingers glide over your soaked folds.

“Y-Yes,” you mewl, shifting so that your cunt grinds back onto his hand. Spencer indulges you - allows you to rock your hips against his palm as he watches on in awe, soaking up every desperate sound that tumbles past your lips.

Spencer pulls his hand away after a moment and you keen in protest.

“Can you sit up for me, sweet girl?” Spencer asks, and you nod, because of course you do – you’d do anything if you thought it’d please him. You struggle to pull yourself up with shaky limbs, and Spencer puts a hand on your lower back to steady you. “Can you straddle my leg? Yeah, just like that.” Spencer pulls you down and places a slow kiss to your lips, one hand coming up to wipe away the tears gliding down your face. After a moment of slow, sweet kisses are shared, Spencer unties your wrists.

“I want you to ride my thigh – can you do that, princess?”

You whimper as you lower yourself down onto his leg, eyes fluttering shut as you begin to rock against the hardened muscle of his leg.

Spencer continues placing kisses on your lips, your face, your neck – worshipping every inch of skin he can reach with his mouth, all while whispering praises against you.

“So perfect for me. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs as he grips your hips with steady hands, urging you to increase the speed of your hips. “Can’t wait to have that perfect pussy wrapped around my cock. Always so tight, yet you take it so well every time.”

“S-Spence, m’ close,” you slur, hands clinging desperately to his shoulders.

“Already? You usually last a bit longer than that, baby.”

“P-Please, Spencer, I can’t-” you whimper, tears once again pricking at the corners of your eyes at the thought of having to wait a second longer.

“Shh, baby. It’s okay, you can cum,” Spencer reassures you, and your shoulders visibly untense. “Cum for me, pretty girl.”

It takes two more rolls of your hips for you to cum on Spencer’s thigh with a cry of his name. Spencer rubs soothing circles into your hips as you ride out your high, murmuring broken thank yous as you come down.

Finally, you still, and your eyes open, pupils so dilated that your eyes look almost black in the dim light of the hotel room.

“You okay, princess?”

You give a weak nod.

“M’great,” you smile, sounding as fucked out as he’s ever heard you. You lean down and slot your mouth against his, and the kiss is slow and languid – soft and unhurried.

Spencer is the first to pull away.

“Need you to get on all fours for me,” he instructs. “Don’t think you need to put any pressure on that pretty little ass of yours right now.”

You giggle at that, before crawling off of Spencer’s lap. You assume the position, and Spencer places a pillow underneath your hips before trailing a line of kisses down your spine. By the time he reaches your ass, you’re writing against him, wiggling your hips eagerly. Spencer places a kiss to both of your bruised cheeks before pulling away.

You let out a startled oh! when Spencer licks up your center, parting you with his fingers before fucking in and out of you with his tongue.

“S-Spence, oh my God, yes!” you cry out, hands fisting in the sheets as he continues to work his mouth against your core.

“Love your fucking pussy so much,” Spencer sighs against you, lapping at your clit hungrily. “Could fucking lick you out for hours. You taste so perfect, Y/N.”

Spencer lets out a filthy groan against you, and that’s all it takes for you to fall over the edge, wrecked moans filling the otherwise silent hotel room. This orgasm hits you both quicker and harder than the first, and he can’t help but smile against you as you rock back against his face, desperate to prolong the sensation. Spencer continues to work you through your orgasm, stopping only when you cease to twitch underneath him.

“Such a good girl for me. Think you can handle one more?”

You raise up just enough that you can look at him from over your shoulder.

“Yes, please,” you beg, voice scratchy and raw. “Please, fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Spencer chuckles. “Do you think you can lay on your back? I wanna see that pretty face when I make you cum on my cock.”

You answer by rolling over, wincing slightly when your ass comes in contact with the sheets. You look up at Spencer with wide, doe eyes. You have mascara smeared all down your cheeks and your lips are swollen, and to top it all off, deep, purple love bites are dusted across the entire expanse of your neck and chest. Spencer had set out to mark you as his – so that no one would be able to deny that you belonged to him – and he’d done a spectacular job, if he said so himself.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty.”

“Then come fuck me already,” you challenge, looking sated in every possible way – yet still, your eyes hold the same hunger that he’s sure is reflected in his own eyes.

Spencer leans down and traps your lips in a bruising kiss, and without warning he thrusts in you to the hilt. You cry out into the kiss, startled by the sudden intrusion, but Spencer sets a brutal pace that leaves you no time to recover.

“You said you wanted me to fuck you,” he growls against your lips. “Now fucking take it.”

He’s fucking into you so hard that you can’t even manage a reply – you just tighten your legs around his waist and drag your nails across the expanse of his back, no doubt leaving bright red marks in your wake. Spencer can feel his own release fast approaching – honestly, he’s been close ever since the first drag of his tongue against your pussy. And now that he’s finally enveloped into your tight, wet heat, that all too familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach is threatening to consume him.

Spencer’s hand descends from its place next to your head down to your clit, and your whole body jolts with the first swipe of his thumb. You clench around him as a litany of particularly filthy utterances escapes you, and Spencer’s hips stutter.

“Fuck, princess,” he groans, head coming to rest on your shoulder as he struggles to regain his rhythm. “You don’t even know what you do to me. You’ve ruined me for anyone else. Never fucking want to lose you. Love you so much.”

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” you chant into his ear, sounding like some kind of siren, luring him straight to his inevitable ruination. “I’m so close, Spence. Cum with me, please? I want to feel you. Please, baby.”

“Y-Yeah, fuck,” Spencer chokes out. “Say my name when you cum, princess. Want everyone to know how good I fuck you.”

And when you cum with a shout of his name, walls pulsating deliciously around his cock, Spencer is quick to join you. He continues to roll his hips against yours as you both ride it out, whispers of almost intelligible affirmations being shared between slow, loving kisses.

After a moment of post-orgasm bliss, Spencer leaves and returns with a bottle of cocoa butter lotion and a warm, wet rag. You watch on with heavy lidded eyes as he cleans you up, and for a moment, he thinks you’ve fallen asleep. It’s not until he finishes slathering your reddened backside with lotion that you speak again.

“You shouldn’t be jealous, by the way,” you murmur as he lays down beside you. “You’re it for me, Spencer Reid. I don’t ever want you to doubt that I’m anything less than crazy about you.”

It’s everything that Spencer’s ever wanted to hear, and just like that, every fear – every insecurity that had plagued him in the past several months – fell away to nothing. Suddenly, he couldn’t remember why he’d ever been worried in the first place.

“You’re it for me, too,” Spencer whispers as he pulls you until his arms and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“We’re going to have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow, you know,” you remark as you nuzzle into Spencer’s side.

“Don’t care,” he sighs happily. “I’ll shout it from the roof tops if I have to. I want everyone to know you’re my girl.”

“You’re a sap, Doctor Reid.”

“Only for you.”

A moment of blissful silence passes, before the sound of your growling stomach sets you both into a fit of giggles.

“We never did get dinner, did we?” Spencer muses as he lightly runs his fingernails across your scalp. You hum appreciatively and a pleased shiver rolls through you.

“Nope. You were a little too preoccupied with marking your territory to even offer to feed me,” you tease as you run your fingertips down the planes of his chest.

“Well, now that that’s been taken care of - could I interest you in some takeout?”

“Possibly,” you sigh, flattening your palm on his chest, right over his heart. “Do you think that pizza place Trevor mentioned delivers?”

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.”

“Is that a no?”

“... Look up the number.”

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Hello! I love reading your works but can i have request?

If it's not too much i request for a mikey, draken, mitsuya,angry,smiley,ran and rindou (sorry if it's too much, i love them all i can't pick) with a s/o bakugou katsuki? But the s/o is a bit calmer since she have a angry management but when she snaps she became the explosive queen?(lmao) and called someone extras,nerd,shitty and when fight she keeps saying "DIEEE!"

Oh God! I love this idea so much!

And of course I can write for all of them! I really don't have that much of a limit on how many characters I'm willing to write about in one request 😅 I'm also really glad you enjoy my other writings :)

Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy it!!

Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Smiley, Angry, Ran, Rindo with a fem!Bakugo Katsuki!reader

TW: mentions of language, anger management, violence, name calling

Mikey

Just like Mikey, you would like to give others nicknames rather than call them by their actual name. However, while the blond would simply add '-chin' at the end of names or change the way it's said, you would create these nicknames by either how annoying they were to you or if you were friends, by their features.

You were like a firecracker. Short fuse and when it was lit, you were explosive in both your words and actions. Many of Toman had learnt this the hard way. Especially poor Baji. He had made a comment that had set you off, next thing he knew he was facing the sky as Draken and Mikey were holding you back. Never again did he make the mistake of saying something that would upset you.

While you were usually OK if not provoked, there were times when you couldn't hold back. This was especially true when it came down to fights. Even the Invincible Mikey knew to not get too close during these moments. After all, he had witnessed what happened to those that had.

You would be the loudest and most explosive on that entire battlefield. It was intimidating for the rival gang when you had gotten into the zone. Yells of you telling all those 'extras' to get out of your way, with each punch you would scream out for them to 'die'. Yep, the others are going to get as far away from you as possible.

Would be back to your calm self after letting all your frustrations out. This is what surprises your boyfriend the most. You could be yelling at people to die as you punched them only to become sweet and innocent afterwards. It did remind him to never provoke you to the point of you losing it.

Draken

No one could understand how Draken had ended up with someone as arrogant as you. You made it no secret that you believed in your skills as a fighter, even looking down on others you deemed too weak.

However, this was mainly to make sure others knew that you should be taken seriously. Being a girl in a gang, especially the girlfriend of the Vice Captain, had others looking down on you all the time. You were strong on your own merits. You didn't need to be dating Draken to get people to notice this.

Most of the time, you were pretty calm and people felt they could approach you without any harm coming towards them. After all, you were actually a nice person under all that harsh exterior. But they still made sure to watch what they said around you, remembering how short your fuse was.

When you snapped, the person who got you to that point best start praying for their life or running as far away as they could. You were known to be quite agile when it came to fights and this would be no exception. A swift punch to their face followed by you yelling for them to 'die you shitty extra'!

Ken would never admit it but you terrified him when you got like this. After all, he was the Vice Captain to one of the strongest delinquent gangs in Tokyo. He shouldn't be scared of a girl that was shorter than him. People reminded him that he could stop you by picking you up. Draken knew this wouldn't do anyone any good.

"Ken-ny, you not going to stop her?" Mikey asked, appearing at the side of the taller blond while munching on his dorayaki. Draken just sighed before explaining that he couldn't. In fact, he doesn't even believe that Mikey could stop you when you got like this. The best course of action was to just let you have your fill so you could calm down.

The poor boy who had lit your fuse was now lying black and blue on the ground, blood pouring out of his now-broken nose. You simply blew a strand of hair from your face before making your way to your boyfriend, not wanting to talk about the incident.

Mitsuya

Being a pacifist, Mitsuya didn't agree with how fast you would turn to violence when you lost your patience with somebody. After all, he was a firm believer in that most situations can be sorted by talking it through. So people were really shocked when it came to light you were dating.

You were both the complete opposites of each other in how you dealt with overwhelming stress. However, you both did make a great couple when it came to other aspects in the relationship. It's just people hardly saw that. And nobody seemed to remember that you were actually quite a calm person who just so happened to have a short fuse.

What seemed to set your fuse of the most is when others looked down on you or your boyfriend. People seemed to think that because he didn't actively fight those he had a disagreement with.

So when someone dared to talk smack about your beloved Takashi, you were not going to take it. And so, that is how Mitsuya was trying his best to hold you back as you were shouting and trying to kick out at the person that had made you angry.

"Let go of me, Takashi! I'm gonna rip that shitty nerd's arms off, that's all!" You may have been trying to convince your boyfriend to let you go but the threat of removing the arms of the boy was keeping him from doing so. Even the boy who had annoyed you had begun to feel scared for his safety and so chose this moment to walk away.

"Oi! Get back here you damn extra! I'll kill you!"

Mitsuya simply held you until you calmed down, softly shushing you as you yelled out more threats. But when you finally had calmed down enough, that was when Mitsuya would begin to lecture you on how violence and threats were uncalled for in situations like that. Although he would express his gratitude that you stood up for him.

Smiley

You both would get on so well together. Same energy and love for violence and threatening people. in fact, you both would tell each other "I'll kill you" (affectionately of course) when the other was being annoying. The best type of relationship.

You would definitely give Smiley a nickname that only you would call him. And Nahoya would reciprocate with his own nicknames he had for you. They would definitely just be affectionate insults.

When you would be on dates, Smiley would love how you muttered under your breath about all the extras and nerds that were getting in your way. Sometimes you may actually call them that to their face if it was a particularly bad day, scaring the poor souls at how aggressive you seemed.

Nahoya would ride his bike with you clinging to his back. You would both ride around Shibuya, speeding around corners just to feel that adrenaline high you both would crave. Sometimes you would both find yourselves in a fight against people that made fun of you both.

Smiley loved watching how intense you became. It was like a switch flipped in your mind, turning you into a small ball of pure rage. Shouts of 'DIE' could be heard throughout the streets of Shibuya as you delivered blow after blow against your opponent. This was when he knew you were perfect for each other.

Angry

You would remind Souya of a female Nahoya, just without the constant smile. No, instead you would usually appear unapproachable with your resting bitch face.

Angry would be the sweeter of the two brothers and so would do anything to keep you safe. But that was easier said than done. As you were a lot like Nahoya, you would get annoyed easily and quickly resort to violence.

The main reasons why you ended up In fights was to protect your cute boyfriend. One comment on how he looked stupid with his angry expression and the person was seeing stars. There was no way you could let someone get away with making stupid comments about Souya! These damn extras needed to learn their place in the world!

Your anger made your vision red. The word 'die' seemed to become a lot more frequent, to the point where your victim was beginning to genuinely fear for their life.

Souya had to grab your arm to get you to stop. He was scared that you could end up getting hurt or worse, you could end up going through with your threat. He didn't know what he would do if you ended up in juvenile detention. Especially if you could be there for 10 years.

"Please stop Y/N!" The fact his voice was so teary is what had snapped you from this rage-filled trance. Turning your attention to the blue haired Kawata, you got off the now unconscious boy and decided it would be best to continue your hang out in an attempt to calm down.

Ran

He would love how you had two sides to you. One side was calm yet arrogant, similar to his own, while the other side happened to be his favourite. You would explode and takedown a handful of gang members on your own.

Ran wouldn't admit it out loud to anyone but you, but he found the second side so hot. Maybe it was how you moved so elegantly as you dodged each punch before dealing your own? Or maybe it was the strength you used behind each throw you aimed towards your opponent? Either way, he thought you were a damn work of art.

It really didn't take a lot to get you to switch. However, you made sure not to explode when Ran or Rindo was testing your patience. You may have agility and strength but you were nothing against their combo. However, Ran would never hurt you and Rindo would only gently restrain your limbs. It would definitely be just to show you that you were not on their level.

You often followed the brothers when they were going to deal with gangs that tried to muscle in on Roppongi. That could not be forgiven. After all, Roppongi belongs to the Haitani brothers.

While the brothers were busy with the leaders, you would be left to take out the others. It would be a struggle but you could manage most of them.

"You damn extras need to learn not to take what doesn't belong to you!" Another one had fallen. This continued until Ran and Rindo finally dealt with the leaders. It was an obvious victory for the brothers.

"You look so hot splattered with blood, baby," he would whisper in your ear before leaning back and sending a wink. You rolled your eyes before starting the journey back to their home.

Rindo

You were like his own personal guard dog. Not that he needed one but he did appreciate how you were always there for him. In fact, he loved that you didn't view him as the weaker brother and instead saw his amazing combat strength. You had to keep reminding him that Ran couldn't actually use his baton as efficiently without Rindo locking them down.

He had yet to really see you in action as the 'explosive princess' people knew you as. It did bother him a little but he never did express this disappointment outwardly. After all, he was a Haitani brother and so had to keep up appearances. Especially if he wanted to be viewed as an equal with Ran.

It was as he was on a date with you one day that he saw the mysterious explosive side of you. And he totally wasn't prepared for it.

It started when a high schooler had approached you both, telling you how you should ditch a weakling like Rindo to be with him. Rindo was about to kill this boy for even trying to get you to leave him as well as to prove that he wasn't weak.

However, he was left speechless when you had thrown a punch into the boy's stomach, causing him to double over and drop to his knees. You used your boot to push him onto his back before starting your assault on his face.

'Who do you think you are, you shitty extra! My Rindo is a hell of a lot stronger than your weak ass! Now do me a favour and die already!" Even as you were talking, fists smashing into his face as blood exploded from his nose and lips.

Rindo could only watch, not knowing whether to be terrified of you or to find this whole display extremely hot. The blood that covered your fists was a sight he wished he could see more often.

Once you were satisfied that the lesson had been learnt, you stood up and dusted your clothes. "Let's continue our date babe!" And now you were back to being the calm and sweet girl Rindo knew best.

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BTS FIC RECS (PART 2)

Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope

Don't Get Charmed by shikiso

When an injured omega is found on their territory, Jungkook's instincts scream danger. He is the pack's omega, they don't need another one. Jungkook is doing a good enough job by himself, protecting the den and soothing the tension off everybody's shoulders.

Why is the pack so adamant on keeping that useless omega in ?

They have Jungkook, they don't need Hoseok.

Why can't they even see his little game ? Hoseok definitely knows how to play the scared and helpless omega. But, if he manages to trick everybody, he can't trick Jungkook. He is immune to his sweet scent and sweeter eyes.

He won't fall into his trap.

Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin

Omega Drip by sugamongoose

Park Jimin is the kind of alpha who makes you coffee and asks about your day before reducing his partner to a crying, writhing mess on his organic cotton sheets. He doesn't even seem to care one bit that Jungkook is a broken omega who doesn't get wet when he's supposed to.

“Are you busy right now, alpha?” Jungkook asks, holding his breath in anticipation. He can already visualise getting on his knees for the smaller man, can imagine those soft-looking hands petting his hair in approval when he shows just how good his mouth is.

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM

Every Kind of Way by Oh_Hey_Tae

And then he realizes, quite belatedly, that he’s not supposed to be shaking the hand of the barista. Because that’s weird. And uncalled for. And really, really weird.

So Jungkook draws back his arm, grips the straps of his backpack, and promptly flees the building without a word spoken. Which is fine. Sometimes you have to get out of awkward social situations and blacklist particular cafés and adjust your route to school to avoid said café and the barista with the heart shaped face and his sweet pea scented hands. It happens.

“Jungkook-ah, meet Kim Namjoon.”

And sometimes during your bi-weekly dinner one of your good friends introduces you to said barista with the terribly soft hands who also happens to be getting his masters in social work to help underprivileged youth in inner city neighborhoods. Which is fine. This is fine. Jungkook is doing just fine.

(Or: Jungkook adores everything about Namjoon except that the man can't catch a clue.)

Here Is What I Know by Oh_Hey_Tae

There are flowers growing on Namjoon’s arm. They aren’t real flowers, of course. That would be absurd. Impossible. Ridiculous. But Namjoon spends most of his lecture on Kant watching the garden of ink bloom on his skin, beginning at his pinkie and spreading across his wrist, trickling down to his elbow, curling up and around his bicep and out of sight under the sleeve of his shirt. Irises and peonies and roses and sunflowers. The girl who’s sitting beside him is staring, and when caught, gives Namjoon a bright-eyed grin before glancing back to the board. Namjoon spots a faded smiley face inked into the skin of her thumb, what looks to be a grocery list scrawled over the back of her hand. Notes or reminders from her soulmate maybe. Soulmates. Huh. It looks like Namjoon has one of those now.

try to resist, i still want it all by exarite

At first, Namjoon doesn’t think much of him.

He looks familiar, but he’s too far away for Namjoon to really see or scent out his dynamic. He’s cute, but Namjoon's not new to cute boys either. He's far too used to handsome, and pretty, and everything in between in the industry.

But then he stands up. Namjoon's eyes catch on the swell of his belly, and every nerve in his body lights up, his mind going blank, and—

Oh, he breathes. He's pregnant.

Namjoon fucks a pregnant Jungkook.

just let me adore you by elle_O_moonchild *

Rockstar omega Jungkook has never let an alpha tie him down. He was independent, and happy, and had no need for a domineering knothead to mess up his career and lifestyle.

But powerful and wealthy alpha Namjoon only wants to spoil the pretty omega rotten.

A smitten alpha Namjoon gets a weary omega Jungkook to go on a date with him and shows him just how good they can be together…

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Seokjin | Jin

more and more and more by moonsuns

"If you haven’t had sex by the time you’re twenty, then I’ll have sex with you. That way you’ll have a guaranteed end date for your virginity.”

“Do you promise, hyung?”

"I promise."

The problem was, Seokjin never expected to be called on it.

you shouldn't give it to me (good like that) by jamaisvore

opposites in the eyes of the media, but a perfect match in each other's arms.

or: supermodel!jk x rockstar!jin

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM

Pull Me Under by Oh_Hey_Tae

It’s been two weeks. Hoseok has managed to survive two weeks of Kim Namjoon’s progressively darkening thighs and his cheek craters and his swooshy hair and that stupid laugh he does that makes him sound like a bleating sheep.

Yoongi looks over his shoulder. Stares. Slowly draws his gaze back to Hoseok. “Are we discussing the same man who tried to brush his teeth with sunscreen yesterday?”

“Ew, he did that?”

“Your voice says that’s disgusting but your face says you’re enamored.”

Hoseok presses his palms against his eyes until he sees colored spots. “Make it stop, hyung.”

(Or: Hoseok works at a summer resort and Namjoon is the newest lifeguard. Chaos ensues.)

fall underneath by crycoby

“Is this secretly about your huge crush on Namjoon?” Jimin asks, his fingers digging into the back of Hoseok’s neck in a way that is frankly criminal. “You know that if you like him, you’re going to have to be more direct. He doesn’t like to assume things about people and… He overthinks a lot,” he finally settles on diplomatically.

Hoseok groans, half because of the pressure and half because the idea of talking about this, about any of this, about any of the gnarled mess that is the clutch of Hoseok’s emotions in the knot of his chest, gives him hives.

hoseok could talk about his big messy feelings about namjoon, or he could talk around them instead and just hope for the best. yeah. that sounds good.

Methods of Mutual Stress Relief by Only_A_Fangirl

Hoseok cringes, “How weird would it be if I actually asked to jerk off in here with you?”

“Very,” Namjoon answers instantly.

Hoseok nods, “You can choose the porn.”

Namjoon blinks, “Are you for real?”

lyre lyre lyre by oliviacirce

Namjoo regrets every life choice that has led her here, to the hard wooden floor of this dance studio, where she's lying on her back like a beached whale.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Taehyung | V

the long and winding road by moonsuns

Hoseok is (basically) forced to go on vacation and leave his stressful idol life behind, at least for a little while. He wasn't expecting to find Taehyung, that's for sure. (He's glad he did, though.)

Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin

Procurement by FlyYouFools1 (WIP) *

Seokjin and Namjoon have waited decades for a little of their own. Taehyung just wants to pay for his little brother's education.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Taehyung | V

Dandelion Love (part of the (Not) Destined series) by almostsophie1

Taehyung is twenty-one when the word on his wrist turns ashen. The kind of love that soulmates share is forever out of reach.

(But enter one Kim Namjoon, who doesn't think the same.)

Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

Bleeding Love by beebalm

Yoongi was already dressed and halfway to the door, nothing but a dry chuckle and a See you around when Namjoon asked for his number.

It's not that Namjoon is hurt Yoongi only ever wanted him for a one night stand. And he doesn't have a crush. He just wishes they didn't have to keep seeing each other all the time.

Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin

but i want it anyway by ameliabedelias *

Park Jimin’s roommate goes to study abroad for a semester. Kim Namjoon takes over the lease.

only lingering around you by moonsuns

“I don't. I mean...this is going to sound awkward, but I’m...not really looking for a relationship right now.”

Namjoon considers, for a moment, elaborating and telling Jimin about everything with Hoseok, but there wouldn't be any point in that. And also, Namjoon is pretty sure that Jimin doesn't care about any of that anyway.

And he's right. At this, Jimin outright laughs. It isn’t a mean laugh, but Namjoon is pierced by the sound anyway. “Who said anything about a relationship, or even feelings? It’s just sex.”

Or, Namjoon and Jimin are friends with benefits.

Kim Seokjin | Jin/Min Yoongi | Suga

운명 (Fate) (part of the (Not) Destined series) by almostsophie1

Yoongi is part of that three percent population left without a soulmate word. It doesn't matter if he falls in love, because love isn't meant for people like him.

(Then he meets Seokjin.)

candy on my lips (part of the just desserts series) by moonbabie

Anonymous advice columnist and baby bi Kim Sujin meets queer club president Min Yoonji, and does the following: writes some cheesy advice columns, cuts her hair, and figures out her shit. (aka a queer romcom meets emotional constipation, self-discovery, and clueless wlw)

Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin

pull me closer in the backseat of your rover by moonsuns

Jimin had just wanted to get off. He didn't think he'd end up with a boyfriend at the end of it all.

Or, another friends with benefits AU.

Nip & Bloom by sugamongoose (WIP) *

The year is 2021, and yet traditional and oppressive views of alpha/omega relations run rampant in the Korean society. Unmated Park Jimin is placed in a government programme which pairs delinquent omegas with support mates to make them more comfortable in their submission. Jimin’s alpha for six months turns out to be Min Yoongi, a tiny music producer who wears fuzzy sweaters, and who won’t stop talking about his kitten Holly.

“You look like an omega,” Jimin blurts out. The strange alpha flashes him a smile that reveals the pink of his gums. “Is that something you prefer? I saw your file, and it said you identify as queer.” “Oh, you looked at my file just to see if I like to fuck other omegas? Knot swelling yet?”

POLY RELATIONSHIPS

OT7 - Relationship

indiscentsible by cloudyworld *

Jungkook had been a little disappointed when, after all the build-up and speculation, he'd presented as a beta. Betas are great! They play an important role in society: level-headed, big-picture thinkers, the solid foundation that holds everyone together. But that pull of instinct that comes with being an alpha or omega, the feeling of belonging... He was crushed at the thought he might never get to have that.

In a pack with three alphas and three omegas already, presenting beta was a gift; Jungkook learns to see that too.

Precious Mettle by glitterandgilt (WIP) *

Jin loved his nest. He'd built it very carefully from the ground up. Spent centuries on selecting the individuals he wanted to spend the rest of his immortal life with. He was proud of his nest and protected it with a possessive love that rivaled a dragon's guard on their trove.

Jin didn't get the chance to go through that evaluation process with his newest treasure. But he would never let it go.

When Jin's blood is stolen and used to sire a new fledgling, Jin has two choices: to ignore the strands of magic binding him to his new childe, or to lay claim to another jewel for his collection. He chooses the latter and drags his entire nest into a situation none of them were anticipating.

Kim's Seven by Gobi17 (WIP) *

Jungkook, 17 year old YouTuber, is in awe of the 6 hot boys who have adopted him online.

Bangtan are a dangerous group of vigilantes who seize the opportunity to kidnap the stepson of their latest target.

Found Kin by Adaptive_Artist (WIP)

Jungkook is starving. Food doesn't make anything better, and his teeth ache like someone is hammering on them. He thought he was cursed. Turns out he's a hatchling kin, and is now the precious baby of the renowned Kim nest. He's also growing little fangs.

Huh.

love bites (series) by feraljk (WIP)

Summary from the first fic:

newly-turned vampire jungkook still has a lot to learn, but his hyungs are there to help him. taehyung enlists yoongi and jin to teach the fledgling how to teethe and helps him discover how much of a bonding activity teething can be.

or: trans koo and tae teeth on their hyungs and also come

Isn't it lovely? (all alone) by hopefully2020

At age eighteen, all citizens are given a concentration that will determine their fields of study. A small empty square on their wrist will gain a color corresponding to their skill set. Everyone’s fear is that their square color is black, meaning they are destined for a life of crime. When Jungkook turns eighteen, he waits anxiously for his square to gain color, only to be presented with a blank square. He is shunned by his family, having to struggle through high school while trying to figure out what to do for the rest of his life. Jungkook's life gets flipped upside down on the day of his twenty-first birthday when the store he works at is robbed with Jungkook at the cash register. Fearing for his life he believes he is going to die, only to be saved by a figure in black with a mask covering his face. To make things even worse, Jungkook suddenly becomes the target of one of the largest drug syndicates, solely because of his new connection to his savior and five other men who turn out to be the biggest crime lords in Seoul. What happens then, you ask? Well, then the blank world Jungkook always saw starts to drip with black, just a little bit.

blueberry peaches (a serendipitous summer) by elle_O_moonchild (WIP)

Jungkook spends a life changing summer working at a beachside car wash and meets 6 new lovers who change his heart and life forever.

Jeon Jungkook/Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM

Falling For an Alien From Amalthea 5 by Pyotr_Keats78 (WIP)

Jungkook has been in and out of the hospital for years with various medical problems. Eventually, his heart becomes so weak that no human medicine can save him. Believing he will die never having come out as trans to anyone, he gives up. That is until his brother Jimin tells him, “You have two choices, Jungah: you can stay here in this hospital and get high every day until your heart fails you, or you can go to Amalthea, grow a parasite, and live.”

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin

Mentoring on Marsa by FlyYouFools1

Jungkook comes to the planet Marsa after being promised a full scholarship to Marsa National University. When the scholarship falls through, his academic advisor gives him the number for a mentoring service for newly stranded omegas on Marsa. With rent due, no way home, and no success in finding a job, Jungkook calls the number. The organization sends him Min Yoongi, a fellow omega who's been living on Marsa for 8 years. Yoongi teaches him how to survive. Jungkook's first attempt at survival is alpha couple Jimin and Taehyung.

Features: Yoongi doing his best to teach Jungkook how to manage handsy alphas, handsy alphas (like all of them are touchy) taking liberties with omega protagonists, and my best attempt at writing problematic but entertaining sex. A lot of fluff too, actually. The alphas are fluffy as hell with the omegas, and pamper them a lot, even though their actual behavior is wrong.

Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga

November (series) by cuttothequickk

Summary from the first fic:

Sometimes, Jeongguk gets so lonely he doesn't even feel alone anymore. He's practicing, and he's very good at it. Loneliness. Being alone. It's blustery cold, and the leaves are falling from the branches of trembling trees, and Jeongguk is alone in a big city, shivering without a jacket, trying desperately to keep himself warm.

There is no one, and then there is someone. Two someones. The lovely winter boys from Daegu, Taehyung and Yoongi, opposites and equals, so loving and in love.

It would be ridiculous, really, if Jeongguk didn't fall for them, too.

Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga

how, or when, or from where by moonsuns

“Stop calling it my quest,” Namjoon whines, and Hoseok laughs.

“You’re the one that said it first.”

“I was drunk.”

“Well, the bad thing about going out with people, is that you can’t take back the stupid shit you said when you were drunk. Especially when they’re way less drunk than you.”

Or, after Namjoon almost dies, he decides to go on a quest to live his best life, and takes Yoongi and Hoseok along for the ride.

(* Personal favorites)

MASTERPOST FIC RECS PART 1

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(Sorry I send you so many asks but I love your takes) If Kiyo, Miu, Kiibo and Kokichi created themselves a group about how unfairly treated they are, how do you think it would turn out to be in the game? Those 4 had were little respected by the others and had many reason to actually dislike the rest of the cast. Kiyo was treated like a freak, Miu didn't get the appreciation she deserved, Kiibo never got the respect he deserved and Kokichi just got the short end of the stick even for unfair reasons (I admit there were times when he deserved it).

This is genuienly a very good question!! Things would have been super interesting if these group of characters actually got together considering their circumstances.

So how would they band together exactly? A part of me feels like this would be because of Kiibo's doing.

I think for Kiibo to try and form a group with the outcasts would be self-explanatory considering the dynamics he shares with them in canon.

Firstly, Kiibo actually got to know Miu very well to the point where it could be heavily implied that he got to know her even better than half of the V3 cast.

In ch5 Kiibo also literally tried to talk to Kokichi in hopes that they could peacefully get Kaito back without the other characters resorting to violence against him.

As for Kiyo, I don't remember Kiibo particularly having any genuine opinion on him, but one could assume that he did not have any ill-feelings towards Kiyo before chapter 3.

With that being said, Kiibo is the only character who seemed to be more empathetic for the ones who were dismissed by others.

Then we have Kokichi, and well he is hands down the most self-aware character in the group.

He has called out on the groups hypocrisy many, many times.

But theres one particular thing Kokichi says that I think is very interesting.

So he says this right after Miu dies and I think this is pretty self-explanatory. None of the characters (except for Kiibo) tried to genuienly get to know her. They all avoided her constantly.

But then when shes found dead everyone is now suddendly "sad"? Honestly, its pretty evident that most of the characters here were frustrated that they had to do another class trial.

Now Kokichi here talks about how everyone hated her but not as much as they hate him. He obviously knows the rest of the cast dislikes him which sometimes him being disliked can be reasonable, but it is to the point were he gets constantly dismissed and treated like someone who isn't stuck in the same boat as them.

As verbally reckless Kokichi can be, he has called his classmates out multiple time on their bullshit but of course he gets immedietly shut down when he does so.

While Keebo is the one who tries his very best to understand everyone, Kokichi is the observant one who actively realizes the mistreatment of others.

I think that if Keebo tried to form this group and include Kokichi in it, Kokichi would accept out of curiousity but eventually, he is going to realize how he genuienly needed people to actually accept him for who he is.

(tbh I think he would boast about being the leader of that clique and Miu would be so offended claiming no one could tame her or smth lol)

Kokichi being able to be in a group with people who acknowledge him and his efforts would have pretty much prevented him doing his mastermind plan, thus him and Kaito would've been alive.

The next in the group would be Miu and as brash as she can be at times, she is someone who is genuienly hesitatant and scared to trust others. Which of course is completely understandable considering they are in a killing game.

But I think that Keebo would have helped her be more trusting with other people, or atleast with the group that he would be trying to form.

If Miu wasn't excluded by the main cast and she had a solid friendgroup, that would have inevitably stop her from wanting to kill Kokichi.

I think that she would be the first person to join the group if we look back at her dynamic with Keebo. She would definetly be hesitant to let others join but would eventually give in.

I feel like Kokichi would boast to Kaito and the others about having the ultimate inventor in their group but he would obviously put her down at the same time because hey, it is Kokichi after all.

Miu would be very open about her fears of the killing game with the group, she was open to Kokichi in canon about her fears even when they weren't super close so I think she would be a lot more open about her feelings and that conversation would make the others open up too.

And it would probably make Keebo encourage her that it's okay to be alert but that trusting others is a better way to survive.

And then we have Kiyo who I personally think would be pretty hard including into this bunch considering he was already planning on killing the girls he found fit for his sister.

But theres one thing for certain: Kiyo views everyone as friends.

With that being said, Kiyo would waver between being in the group or just remain being an outsider.

Don't get me wrong, Kiyo suffered a lot of dismissal and injustices by many throughout the game and he seems to be aware of these things too, but I keep thinking about the fact that he was observing intently on who was worthy of being his sisters friend that being in the group could be considered a distraction.

On the contrary to the other 3, Kiyo is so used to being an outsider even before the killing game because of how much his sister tended to isolate him.

Keebo had professor Idahashi, Kokichi had D. I.C.E, and Miu supposedly had a lot of support from people because of her inventions.

Kiyo also doesn't really care for Keebo because he isn't human, he sees Kokichi as an insufrable brat, and well he saw Miu as an exception to be one of his sisters friends... Which is considered a bad thing in his book.

Kiyo could join but not 100% join, maybe he would join as an observer and silently use his views on humanity on them and judge them in both good ways and bad ways.

I think he would still be very greatful with the fact that he was being genuienly included in something. And Kiyo being the killer in ch3 would actually leave an emotional impact on the group, but they would eventually overcome it.

Which in its own way would be good consideirng they would actually care about Korekiyo dying and use his death to move forward.

On a very unrelated note, I feel like Gonta would gradually shift between the "main" group and the outcast group considering he cares about everyone.

But honestly, if these characters weren't excluded at all in the canon storyline sooooo many deaths would have been prevented.

(also im sorry for the late response! I've been pretty busy these past few days)

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