#They aren’t exactly together together but together in a way where they’re kinda fucking

[kosmicfeelings]

I worry this wound will never close and will continue to bleed

#I want to stop hurting so bad but im worried I never will stop hurting because of how much it still hurts and how it leaves me confused. #It’s been a few months and I still cry about it. My heart still aches and breaks when I think about it. #I thought they were someone who wouldn’t hurt me. but I guess I was fooled. I guess they always were that someone. Just hidden #it hurts to know that someone who I thought was a close friend and an ex got “together” in a way. #They aren’t exactly together together but together in a way where they’re kinda fucking #And that’s where it hurts. To know what they’re doing. #that was my closest friend. my actual soulmate I believed. and thats my ex. They got “together” a month later after we broke up. #after talking about it to a few people.. were they attracted to each other even when my ex and I were together? If so.. what was I? #And how could they do this so easily? Or am I just overthinking/overreacting?? I don’t know. I need someone to tell me #I look back when my friend & I were still friends. I think I started to lose them during the beginning of summer last year #I just tried believing I wasn’t and things would fall back into place soon. but they weren’t. #They just said one thing and left. Leaving me alone in the dark. #I don’t know.. I get it in some way? I was in a bad place and probably draining for them to stay but like #Idk.. I guess I can understand why they left me. but why get with someone who I dated and start.. fucking. #im so hurt by this. I’m worried this wound will never close and that I’ll be a wounded dog chained to the tree forever.

[trikadekaphile]

Here’s where the fun begins (aka my “Star Wars” marathon)

I've been making my way through the entire SW saga, starting with TPM. It's been a while since I watched any of the SW movies straight through. I'm really amazed at how well the whole saga fits together -- despite what the fucking stupid pricks bashers claim, the prequels do dovetail quite well into the OT. And the prequels make the OT richer...especially ROTJ, but ANH and ESB too. 

Specifically: Owen and Beru's exchanged looks when Luke talks about Obi Wan,and Obi Wan's own shifty-eyed looks when Luke asks about his father, gain so much from the prequels; and I always teared up at the scene in ROTJ when Anakin tells Luke to take off his mask: "I want to see you with my own eyes." But the enmasking scene in ROTS makes it even more resonant and heartbreaking. Now I don't just tear up, I bawl like a baby during that scene. And in ESB, I see various Luke scenes and think, "Damn, so much like his dad!", not to mention various Leia scenes and think the same thing: so much like her dad, she's got his temper and some of his personality traits. Of course, that gets muted a bit once she stops being in denial about being in love with Han. 

And despite what the fucking perspectiveless assholes bashers claim, Hayden gives a good performance in AOTC and especially ROTS, before and after Anakin turns to the Dark Side. Another especially: he had to integrate the performances of no fewer than four actors (five if you count Ben Burtt providing Vader's breathing) into his own, and also make his own contribution to the character. That's no easy task. But Hayden was up to it, and he didn't deserve the thrashing he took from the self-important asshats known as movie critics, nor from the fucking shit-for-brains dickheads bashers, who did more than thrash him...they fucking persecuted him. 

Which is why it was so nice to see him join Ewan onstage at, what was it, a Celebration? I forget, but anyway, he got a Standing O and the audience absolutely freaked out over him...part of that is because the people who were born around the time Episode I came out are now adults, and grew up with the prequels like our generation did the originals -- they've replaced some of the nastier fucking lamebrain sons of bitches bashers and have to some extent taken the microphone back from them. Also, the passage of time has mellowed some people out. 

Even fucking Chris Gore. What changed him from a virulent, vile basher into a...well, not exactly a fan of the prequels, but someone considerably less hateful toward the prequels, was a simple, common life event: he became a father, and was able to see the prequels through his offspring's eyes to an extent, and realizing they're not so bad -- maybe there's a reason they were so popular and made so much money, maybe they're even (gasp!) kinda good! 

(Kind of like how the passage of time, a run of flops, and an expensive divorce delivered a well-deserved kick to Harrison's ass and made him realize that being remembered as the fan favorite character -- one of the hippest characters in movie history -- of a stupendously successful and beloved movie series isn't so damn bad after all. 

Mark Hamill was sensible enough to have realized all along that most actors aren't remembered at ALL, let alone remembered for being a central character in, again, a stupendously successful and beloved movie series. His good friend Robert "Freddy Krueger" Englund realized it too, and both he and Mark had much more cause to bitch and moan about their respective series' association than Harrison ever had. I can't see where the SW association ever hurt Harrison's career, whereas Mark was denied the chance to play a substantial part -- the title character of the movie version of "Amadeus," a part he'd played on stage to great acclaim -- specifically because of the SW association. So shut the fuck up about SW hurting your career, Harrison!) 

But anyway...Hayden has always been the nicest of guys, and behaved with real class when so many of the fans acted like stupid buttheads. It's good to see him be appreciated by fans now, and of course it was good to see him in "Obi Wan Kenobi," playing both Anakin and Vader.

Natalie...well, I feel kinda the same as I always have about her performance(s). I think she was really good in TPM, but kind of had bought into her own press with the other two (although I did think she was quite good in the family scenes for AOTC, and the "birth of the Rebellion" scenes for ROTS -- alas, those scenes ended up on the cutting room floor, a poor decision IMO) and felt she was "above all this." But to be fair, she did seem to change her 'tude more recently, and start to (gasp!) defend the prequels and her character against the fucking cretinous pricks bashers and their representatives in the media. 

Liam as Qui Gon...love him. That's all that needs to be said. And despite Ewan's bitchiness about the prequels, I think he gave good performances too, and he had more fun making them than he claims. I really like the relationship between Obi Wan and Anakin in Episodes II and III. Yeah, there's a lot of friction between them in II, but it made sense -- Anakin was beginning to chafe under Obi Wan's tutelage, plus he was making his first serious steps toward the Dark Side. I remember how the fucking idiot dickheads bashers bitched about his whining, claiming (falsely) that Luke doesn't whine in ESB. First of all, Luke most certainly DOES whine in ESB. In fact, he whines twice as much as in ANH. Practically all he does once he meets Yoda is whine, for Pete's sake. But anyway...does it ever penetrate their thick skulls and find one of the two (dying) brain cells clattering around in the otherwise empty space in their craniums that Anakin being whiny was the POINT? That Anakin and Luke have completely opposite journeys? Isn't Anakin falling to the Dark Side just as Luke is fighting against it and, ultimately, rejecting it? Fucking DUH!

Then there's the complaint about how Anakin falling to the Dark Side "makes him look dumb." Jesus H. Christ, do they think it should have made him look SMART? I mean, turning to the Dark Side IS dumb. It's rejecting everything he's ever been taught and worked for, because he CLAIMS to want to save his wife, when really, all he wants is more power. So he makes this dumb decision for the sake of power...and it ends up nearly destroying him physically and mentally. 

I haven't gotten as far as Episodes VII-IX, but watching them again is going to be hard, because of Carrie. Her death was not only devastating to the fans, but it threw a big wrench into the filmmakers' plans for Episode IX. It was supposed to be something like: each one of the movies was going to focus on one of the Big Three. VII was Han's movie, VIII was Luke's movie, and IX was going to be Leia's movie. But instead they had to rely on putting in cut scenes from the other movies to form Carrie's performance.

And I don't give a red-hot flaming SHIT who shot first, nor do think Jar Jar or the Ewoks ruined a bloody thing about the movies. *assumes bratty tone* So THERE! Nyah nyah nyah! *ends bratty tone*

Damn, that felt good. Now I will go resume my marathon.

#star wars #star wars marathon

[immasock]

I'm turning insomniac with all these ideas and I'm getting all excited so I'll might just dump it in.

In the bible there's seven sins with the seven princes of hell who represent it which is the brothers so here's the thing, in the Book of Revelation, which is connected to the bible,

There are 4 horsemen of the apocalypse, death, war, conquest and famine. So what if MC represents death whose the strongest and the leader of the 4. These horsemen are practically like the core rulers or the most important/highest rulers of Devildom.

Oh my god you are a GENIUS. I swear you are my new favorite person

Pronouns: They/Them

The brothers and Dateables with Death!MC

Okay

So

I love this idea so much holy fuck-

MC is one of the 4 horseman of the apocalypse

Obviously

This means that they are in charge of the other 3 as well

Because they’re the strongest

But since the 4 horsemen are the ACTUAL rulers of Devildom

This means that MC is basically the big boss of everyone

Everyone in devildom has some level of respect for MC and the other horsemen

Obviously

They aren’t that stupid

But the four horsemen lead using fear tactics

Everyone is terrified of them

And by everyone

I mean everyone

Lucifer doesn’t like to admit when he’s scared but you can tell by the way he straightens up when he hears their footsteps approach

If he knows that MC or one of the others will be visiting the HoL then he makes damn sure that everything is exactly where it’s supposed to be

MC may also notice that not all seven brothers are ever in the house when you’re there

But it’s alright

In fact, the only time MC ever sees all seven brothers together is when there is a ball or they summon the brothers to their own castle

Because the four horsemen of the apocalypse definitely live in a castle

Because I said so

I will also say that Mammon doesn’t dare try to take anything from said castle

He knows that any of the horsemen could easily overtake him and do horrible things to him if he ever crossed them and that’s just not a risk he’s willing to take for a few extra Grimm

Especially with MC

MC does like Leviathan but thats just because he’s the general of Hells Navy

They’ve been known to work together couple of times

Especially when there is a particularly difficult fight going on

Someone else that is kinda fond of MC is Satan

Which I feel is a little obvious

But shhhh

It’s fine

When satan was first born and he was still trying to find a way to harness his anger so he didn’t explode over every little thing, MC offered to help him out

They let him take his anger out on them through sparing

Or even just letting him scream bloody murder at them

They really didn’t mind

They always enjoy seeing things like that anyways

Anyways

Asmodeous doesn’t like them

He’s afraid of them actually

Like most demons

He does think they are very attractive tho

But he wouldn’t dare try and seduce them

Hell it probably wouldn’t even work

They are much stronger than him

His magic is useless against them

Speaking of strength

Beelzebub

He has great respect for MC as well

Of course

He doesn’t interact with MC as often

He may respect them but he really doesn’t like them

Why would he?

He’s the protector of his family and they’re literal death

He doesn’t trust them

And neither does Belphegor

There was a small period after the fall that he blamed MC for what happened to his sister

He knows now that it wasn’t their fault but he still doesn’t like them

Now

Diavolo

He may be the prince, soon to be king, of the devildom

But he knows damn well that he is not all powerful

He knows that MC and the other three horsemen are the real ones in charge

And he’s fine with it

He gets to make most of the decisions but at the end of the day, what they say is law

Barbatos doesn’t feel any particular way about the horsemen

He respects them and obeys them obviously

But that’s where that ends

They sure like him tho

They often ask him to peer into the future for them

And because it’s the horsemen he has to oblige

The four horsemen have the entirety of the Devildom, and let’s be real, the celestial realm, under their thumb

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me mc #obey me headcanons

[maroonangels]

Harper/Dusty : Castles Crumbling [speak now] — // Crowds would hang on my words, and they trusted me // Their faith was strong, but I pushed it too far // I held that grudge 'til it tore me apart // Power went to my head, and I couldn't stop // Ones I loved tried to help, so I ran them off // And here I sit alone, behind walls of regret // Falling down like promises that I never kept //

(taylor hbh moodboards 2/?)

- I feel like this could really go from either pov, Harper with everything that happened and how she lost Amerie and went through so much on her own that she ended up pushing people away. The “I held that grudge ‘til it tore me apart” really feels like Harper, you can see throughout the season how she has moments where she wants to talk to Amerie, whether it be because something happened in that moment or just longing of the friendship that she lost

- then for Dusty it’s kinda self explanatory, he was the most popular/perfect guy in school and he fucked up so many times that now he has no friends and people know that his true colors aren’t what he said they were. “Crowds would hang on my words, and they trusted me. Their faith was strong, but I pushed it too far” explains it pretty well, in a way he had everyone wrapped around his finger thinking that he was this sweet caring guy when in reality he was playing with their feelings, hurting people, causing major problems, etc

- and then when they’re together?? Ouch. Because Harper knew that Amerie was madly into Dusty, but so did Dusty. He kisses Amerie the night he sleeps with Harper, he saw the golden line on the map, he knew Harper & Amerie used to be best friends, he knew exactly what he was doing when he started getting involved with both of them. He knew there’d be drama about it and it’d only make Harper and Amerie grow further apart, and the added tension of Dusty continuing to mess with Ameries feelings while he’s with Harper just *screams*

#dusty x harper #my moodboards #harper heartbreak high #dusty heartbreak high #heartbreak high #heartbreak high moodboard

[aweecrush]

"I wasn't mad, I was just saying - Pete didn't get it, and he was wrong."

Erin just scoffs.

"Oh but you were mad," she smiles as he looks down at her, tightening her fingers around his and moving her other hand to squeeze his arm to let him know she's only gently teasing. "You still are. He just sees it a different way, that's all."

"Come on - you're not starting to agree with him, are you?"

"Of course not - I think you're right. I think it was meant to be that way since the very start - "

" - everything's been pointing towards it - "

" - there's no other satisfying option - not even one that would make sense, really - "

" - all the bloody arcs have been centered around it year after year - "

" - and I mean, you can just feel it, right - "

" - you can see it, for fuck sake! I don't even understand how that’s a question - "

" - which is why I agree with you, and Pete's going to be buying us a couple of beers next week."

James snorts. "A couple? I bet an entire night of free drinks: get ready to get properly pissed, because I really intend for this nice, new salary of his to take a hit," and she laughs, the beers they did already have tonight still making her head spin in that pleasing way.

She kisses his cheek once, twice, just because she can. He angles his head just the right way, and she plonks her lips on his for just a second, a no doubt very stupid looking smile on her face. "I love that you're so passionate about stuff like this. Haven't seen you get this riled up in a while, though."

"I wasn't - "

She raises an eyebrow. He rolls his eyes. "Alright, maybe I was a little. But in my defense, this is a proper piece of pop culture that our children will probably be watching just like us, and I'm not the only one involved in it."

"Mhm hm."

"Also, he was purposefully being bullheaded about it - it's fine to think something that turns out to be wrong, or to not agree, or discuss, or just to be bothered by the fact that you might not be right, but he was just being a dick."

"Fair enough."

"I suppose I was kinda drunk to be honest, so that didn't help, sure."

"I think we still are, really, but go on."

"It's so obvious! I know it's kinda subjective, but...it is, right? Plus - "

He stops waving his hand all around, then, his pretty little upset face suddenly turning a bit more - vulnerable, maybe.

She vaguely registers that they've arrived home as James types the code, pushing the door open with his back. His eyes aren't exactly meeting hers, and under the London moonlighted night (and the streets lamps, really), she thinks she sees the slightest of pink color his cheeks.

She grins.

"Plus what?"

"You'll make fun of me and I will never hear the end of it."

"Aye, probably yeah," she nods, faking seriousness.

Erin plants herself right in front of him, fingers grazing his stomach and eyes dead set on his. "Spill it."

Half smiling, half embarassed (and by God, completely handsome), he breathes an exaggerated sigh. Looks back at her.

"I guess - I guess I relate to the nerdy guy who's been in love with his best friend since high school, and hasn't stopped ever since."

Oh. Oh.

He has that look now, the one where you'd think she hung all the bloody stars in the sky or something.

Her teasing grin falls a little. "To that, and to the fact that, you know - they're meant to be. And he'd be lost lost without her, so."

Aye, but here they are again.

It's been almost seven year now - seven years since that morning in a cold, half haunted house in the arsehole of Donegal, since he's confessed his feelings and told her he thought she was beautiful and made her heart stop. He'd done it countless times since then, so much so that she was afraid the damn thing would stop working for good at some point.

And yet, she's still not used to it.

"You want Ross and Rachel to end up together because they remind you of us?"

Chuckling, James rolls his eyes and snakes his arms around her waist, bringing her even closer.

"Alright, have at it - go ahead."

In her belly, the familiar butterflies go wild. She's beaming so hard, it almost hurts.

"Ach baby - "

"Here we go."

"You are such a sap."

"I am not!" She laughs as he shakes his head, grumbling something about knowing he should have kept his mouth shut.

Erin rises on her tiptoes to kiss his cheeks, his nose, every bit of skin available to her, one hand on the back of his neck, the other getting lost in his hair the way she knows he loves.

"You definitely are, love. You're one handsome, perfect, sappy wee dote."

"I mean, even without the whole couple thing, we'd be them anyway. Orla’s Phoebe - "

" - Michelle is Joey - "

" - Clare is Monica," they say in unison.

"And you're the Ross to my Rachel," she finishes softly, bringing him even closer.

Their chests are so close, she can feel him breathing against her. It's always been the most calming thing to her - still is.

James smiles. So sweet, it melts her heart a little. "Hopefully. I mean - you see it too, right?"

He doesn't specify what he's referring to - who he's referring to. Ross and Rachel, or them. The answer is the same, anyway.

She kisses him as gently as she can, almost dizzy with happiness (and admittedly, Guiness) as he wraps himself around her, his scent surrounding her completely.

"Of course I do," she whispers.

Then, makes a face. "Although let's not get married to anyone else down the line, eh. And I'd really appreciate it if we didn't break up and you immediately shag the first lass you see?"

It tickles when he laughs, his warm breath on her face before he pecks her once, twice, a grin stuck on his lips.

"Deal."

Aye, that smile.

"So," she beams, feeling a bit cocky again. "To sum up, I'm the main, beautiful, fashionable character of the story, you've been hopelessly in love with me since the beginning of said story, we're going to have wains of our own - yes you did say that too -, we're meant to be and you'd be lost without me. Did I get it right?" The light is making the green of his eyes thay much more enticing, somehow.

Or maybe it has nothing to do with the light.

"Oh, absolutely. Didn't I mention that before?"

He still has that wicked smirk that makes her feel all kind of things when he leans in again, deepening the kiss with each brush of his lips on hers. She's not sure how long they stay like this, snogging like two teenagers in the entrance of their building.

The summer air is warm, and everything’s getting even warmer now, the fingers he slips under her shirt all but setting her skin on fire at that point.

She holds on as tight as she can.

"Maybe - maybe we should go up to the flat." She's panting now, and even if he looks way too proud of himself, Erin can’t quite stop herself from beaming back at him.

Jesus but she's too far gone.

"Yeah - let's go."

Next week, they'll sit down and watch Ross and Rachel hopefully end up together as Friends comes to an end, the end of an era. It'll be sad to say goodbye, really, even more so if they dont' get the ending they deserve. She has a feeling they'll be fine, though.

In any case, James and her definitely will be.

Read on AO3.

#jerin #james x erin #erin x james #derry girls #I wrote that in a few hours and partially at work so forgive any mistake or suckiness #Not really sure where this came from #I think it's a mix between some people raging about erin and james happening #me rewatching the show again #and loving the idea even more given that lisa is such a fan of the show #also they really are like them #anyway #hope you enjoy #fanfiction

[kariachi]

Some Kevin, some Ben, some gender and transness and other such talk. Have a fic.

~~

“Okay, awkwardest moment, go.” Leaning back against the arm of the couch, Kevin hummed as he considered the topic.

“Coming out to Argit.” Ben blinked, tilting his head.

“I never considered… I mean, he doesn’t exactly hide his own interests, you know?”

“Not the fucking ‘liking guys’ thing,” Kevin said, rolling eyes about out of his head, “the trans thing.”

“Oh!” Ben’s eyes went wide. “Oh, yeah, I can see how that’d be awkward.”

“It’s worse than you think. Erinaens don’t have gender the same way we do, I had to explain what boys and girls are. And then why the fuck this was such a big deal for me.” Heaving a sigh, Kevin shook his head with a fond smile. “Damnit if he didn’t listen at least, even if he does think the whole way humans do shit is weird.”

“It’s not that-” Ben paused, went down a different track. “It’s not hard to understand, really. I mean, he’d be annoyed if I called him ‘she’ or something.”

“Not really. He’d be confused, because you’ve never done it before and he doesn’t generally go by feminine pronouns on Earth since they don’t gain him anything, but he’s not exactly burning with fuck to give. For Erinaens pronouns don’t tie to gender or anything like that, they’re a way to quickly get out a lot of information about somebody. Since what parts you’ve got aren’t considered important information or polite to talk about… You can tell ‘Argit, who’s learning how to build cars’ from ‘Argit, who’s a politician’ and ‘Argit, who crafts bowls for a living’, but sex and gender? Not even.”

“Okay,” Ben said with a slow nod, “that’s weird.” Kevin snorted.

“Yeah, imagine you’re learning this after you’ve decided you should come out to the guy. It was awkward, we were both confused, and in the end I could’ve just not told him anything and it wouldn’t have made any sort’ve difference.”

“Hey now, you both learned about each other’s cultures,” Ben pointed out. “That’s something.”

“That’s true…” Snorting again, Kevin smile stretched into a grin. “You should’ve been there the first time somebody misgendered me in front of him. He just, looked between us for a few seconds, then quilled the guy, looked back at me like ‘is that the right protocol’.” Ben laughed.

“Was it?”

“Of course it was. Please, fuck up anybody that misgenders me.”

“If it ever manages to come up,” Ben assured him, “but it hasn’t so far.” Kevin nodded, beaming pride.

“These genes may have made shit hard for Gran, but damnit if they don’t make my life easier.” Snickering, Ben shook his head and slumped over the arm on his own end of the couch. The room lapsed into an easy quiet, only the sounds of the movie and Zed chewing on some of Ben’s shoes- long sacrificed- filling the space. When the conversation started back up, it was Ben again.

“Question.”

“Shoot.”

“Couldn’t you have just, got out of that engagement with Looma by letting her know you’re trans? I mean, you don’t have the parts to give her the heirs she wants, and I know you, if you wanted them you’d have gotten them by now.”

“Benji, the tech is out there to replace entire organic systems, and augment or alter fuckers as they see fit,” Kevin answered, idly scratching at the spot where the disaster that was his top surgery scarring had long since been consumed by all the rest of his scars, “if you think there’s not a million options for two fuckers with cunts to make kids together you’re really not putting enough thought into it. They’d be Tetramand hybrids too, so Looma’d have had to have them anyway, there’d be no reason for anyone not directly involved to ever find out.”

“Huh. That’s actually kinda cool,” Ben said, tapping his foot rhythmically against Kevin’s leg as he mulled the new knowledge. “There’s a lot of shit out in the galaxy, huh?”  

“And you don’t even know a fraction of a percent...”

#fanfic #the tech's canonically out there to completely remake nervous systems and to form perfect clones out of saltwater #there is no way the ability to 100% fully funtionally change your sex #or for individuals with the same reproductive systems to make biologically related children *isn't*

[kmhnsecretexchange]

Title: Where the Heart Is

Author: @effervescentha

For: @nenanugget

Pairings/Characters: Hajime Hinata/Nagito Komaeda

Rating/Warnings: Teen and Up

Prompt: Domesticity, Honeymoon Phase

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45805411

Author's notes: Hi! I love love loved all your prompts, they were all so detailed and it was hard picking between them- much less how to handle it from there! I kinda ended up doing somewhere in between your domesticity prompt and the honeymoon prompt, I really hope you like it!!!

“I don’t… think I can do this anymore.”

Hinata couldn’t bear to look up. His shoulders were bunched and tight. His hands were kept in his lap, balled into fists. Even with his eyes boring into the floor, he was sure Naegi could see his ashamed expression. He could hear Naegi squirming in his seat.

It was taking everything not to scrunch his eyes closed, but he knew he couldn’t. Letting himself avoid this conversation was like he’d be trying to escape it all again. If he did that… it would be like nothing had changed.

When he finally did look up, the expression he was met with was not anger, frustration, or even disappointment. All he was met with was a look of confusion, Naegi’s head timidly tilted to the side. It’s not exactly an uncommon face for Naegi to wear, though it was a little surprising to see it now. 

“I don’t think you should be kicking yourself for this… To be honest, I don’t know why you wanted to come back in the first place.” Naegi stiffly scratched the back of his neck as he spoke. The way he talks was clearly very intentional. He wanted to treat him like they’re on equal footing.

He didn’t mean that with any malice- and Hinata knew that- but it still stung. Naegi gave everyone the benefit of the doubt from the get-go; it’s not like he thought Hinata couldn’t do things out of the goodness of his heart. The idea of admitting that his motivation wasn’t inherently selfless is probably why the idea of this conversation has made him so uncomfortable.

Or maybe being transparent is just always embarrassing.

“I just- I thought-” 

Hinata shook his head, running his hands through his hair, scratching at his scalp. 

Playing that conversation back over and over wasn’t going to get him anywhere, but in a way, analyzing feels like all he’s really good at. Being able to connect dots and tie things together is what makes up so much of who he is and who he wants to be. The person he became during the trials was miserable, but that person… they’re a lot closer to the kind of person that he feels he can be proud of.

There aren’t a lot of uses for that mentality anymore, though. Being analytical has its perks, but the slower things are going, the more his mind is left… antsy. Hinata has never been good with things not actively going on, but it feels like it’s gotten even worse as of late. His mind is always stewing, creating little projects and “side-quests” for him to work on. 

That’s probably why he’s constantly reviewing, honestly. It’s as if, maybe, if he plays his memories back over and over again, he can “crack” them. He can find whatever “problem” there was in that social interaction, and conclude what he SHOULD have done, so he doesn’t make that same mistake in the future.

…Hinata isn’t sure how he ever thought he was normal.

The rattling of the front door’s doorknob brought him back to reality, snapping to attention. The door to their cottage opened gently, revealing a gentle, familiar face.

“Oh! You’re back early!” Komaeda said with surprise, mouth in a small ‘o’ shape. 

Just seeing him made him immediately tense up again. His voice died in his throat.

He won’t be mad. He’ll understand, he always does. Just fucking SAY IT.

Hinata quickly stood up, meeting Komaeda’s eyes from across the room. Komaeda looked at him expectantly, tilting his head to the side. 

He tried to take another step forward, open his mouth, say something, but he couldn’t. He was frozen solid, arms stiff at his sides.

A few beats passed. Then a few more. Komaeda didn’t say anything, but he took a few tentative steps forward, expression softening. 

“Hinata-kun…” Komaeda took a few steps more, until he was standing right in front of him. He didn’t move for a second, before slowly lifting his arms. He didn’t ask Hinata first, instead giving him plenty of time to step away. He didn’t.

Komaeda wrapped his arms around him, nestling Hinata against his chest. He began rubbing small circles into Hinata’s back, gently pushing around and working out knots that had built up along his spine.

It didn’t take long at all for Hinata to completely melt into the hug. Even as much as his nerves were killing him, it didn’t take much for him to feel like putty in Komaeda’s arms. His hands dug into Komaeda’s back.

“I quit working for Future Foundation.” Hinata mumbled, burying his face into Komaeda’s shoulder, holding onto him even tighter and desperately, desperately hoping Komaeda doesn’t let go. Komaeda’s hands paused for a moment, before he went back to gently massaging his back.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Komaeda whispered back, holding him steady.

“I… I should. I want to, it’s just… I’m so…” Hinata tried to find the words, slowly closing his eyes, “I don’t know why I can’t do the simplest things. I can’t stand having nothing to do, and there’s this constant anxiety that just eats, and eats, and eats away at me when I’m not keeping myself busy. I just…” Hinata trailed off, burrowing his face even more.

“I don’t know what to do with myself if I’m not working.” 

He tried to clear his mind and focus on nothing but what was real, and in the now. Hinata rested his eyes, listening to Komaeda take soft, deep breaths, and unconsciously started doing the same. He didn’t let his mind wander anymore, lingering only on the warmth generated between them, and the feeling of Komaeda’s heart faintly drumming against his chest. He could tell that Komaeda was making an effort not to let his hold on him weaken, keeping his grip on him tight- to let him know he could take as much time as he needed, and that no matter how long it took, he would never let go. They held each other in the silence there, for a little bit.

It was nice.

“If you are really itching to do something, though,” Komaeda whispered after a little longer, “I do believe there’s someone here who has a task in mind for you.”

Hajime let go, stepping back to look at him curiously,

“What is it?”

—--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“You don’t have to keep your head down. You know I don’t mind.”

Hinata’s eyes were locked into a fierce staring contest with the tiled bathroom floor. It didn’t matter how many times they’d already done this; it seems his face would burn regardless. Even his ears felt hot.

He could practically hear Komaeda’s grin as he continued,

“Suit yourself!”

He heard the bath water start running. Certain articles of clothing were thrown down onto the ground, deliberately in Hinata’s ruffled line of sight.

“I know you’re doing that on purpose.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He waited until he heard the water stop running to start undressing himself, anxiously fidgeting with the drawstring of his shorts. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Komaeda happily settled into the bathtub, hands wrapped around his knees, so he started to take off his shirt. A very, very faint giggle indicated that he was potentially probably definitely being watched.

“Shut up!”

“I didn’t say anything!” Komaeda defended weakly, the Cheshire cat-like grin spreading from one ear to the other doing very little to support his argument.

Hinata grumbled, pulling off the rest of his clothes and clomping to the bathtub, grumpily plopping behind him as Komaeda continued to smile to himself like the lovable bastard he was.

“Let’s get a look at what we’re dealing with,” Hinata said, mostly to himself, finally getting a better look at Komaeda’s hair.

It’d only been a few weeks since they’d been consistently able to be together, but his hair was back to the way it was in the Neo World Program… maybe worse. As fun as his curls were to play with and look at, it didn’t take much for them to turn wild and unkempt. Various patches, especially on the sides he slept on, were in thick knots and matting.

He didn’t blame Komaeda for it, really. He knew he was still washing it, but it would take a lot of energy to untangle it every shower with only one hand to do it with. He felt ashamed that he let it get this bad… he really was burying himself into his work if he didn’t notice how bad it was getting just by looking at Komaeda.

He loves looking at Komaeda.

He gently took Komaeda’s face in his hands, to lower his head down so his hair would stay under the water. As soon as his hands rested against his cheeks, Komaeda closed his eyes, a soft smile crossing his face. It was different than his usual smiles- mischievous, excitable, or strained. No, this would be Hinata’s favorite; the real one.

After lingering for a little too long, he lowered his head into the water and began scrubbing his hair. It took a lot for his hair to get wet, so he made sure to work down to the roots, nails bluntly dragging along his scalp. While he was working dutifully, his eyes occasionally found their way back to Komaeda’s face, checking to make sure his eyebrows never furrowed, or his lip ever tightened. 

He might not tell him if he was hurting him, but that was never gonna stop him from trying.

Hinata slathered some conditioner onto his palms and tapped Komaeda’s shoulder with the back of his hand, signaling him to sit back up. He scooted back a bit, and then a bit more until his back was comfortably nestled against Hinata’s chest. He was so warm…

Aaaand now the blush was spreading down his neck.

He carded his fingers through his tangled hair, careful not to pull at any of the knots. He started first by slicking up the hair, dividing it into segments to work on based on the worst areas of matting. Combing through it would at least get out the smaller ones, leaving only the bigger clumps to undo more deliberately.

Komaeda was completely pliant under his touch, melting into his arms with a drowsy, pleased hum. He was like a contented cat in his lap.

He didn’t even realize until now that he was almost done with his hair… he hadn’t been thinking about anything else this whole time. He’d been so focused on what he was doing that anything else had slipped his mind… and he liked it that way. Instead of wishing to get back to work to turn off his brain in a different way, he found himself yearning for these kinds of moments; the quiet serenity that felt so out of reach so often.

It didn’t help that he could see every detail of Komaeda’s beautiful face now. From the smile lines adorning his ethereal pale face, to his long, silvery eyelashes, to his long, thin lips…

“God, you’re pretty…” Hinata murmured, his voice low and soft. 

Komaeda’s eyes widened, like he had to confirm he’d heard correctly. A soft pink dusted his cheeks as he timidly brushed his bangs out of his face with his good hand, bunching his shoulders and looking down at his feet.

“T-thank you…” 

Regretfully, he found that he was somehow even weaker to that expression than he was to Komaeda’s smiles. His face being entirely visible wasn’t helping his case, either. Blotches of red were now smattered across his chest. The urge to hide his face in Komaeda’s shoulder again was so painful.

“I guess… I just…” Hinata started again, only now it felt… easier. Like there was less weight in his words, even if they were meant just as much.

“I really wasn’t happy before… schoolwork was all I knew how to do. I promised myself things would be different when we woke up, and they were- and they are!” He began to lose his train of thought again, heart racing a little faster. Komaeda was looking back at him gently, eyes lidded, listening but so… calm. Hinata started to take deep breaths again, and gave himself a second.

“I guess I just got… scared. It was fine when we first woke up, because I had so much to do; people to wake up, buildings to build, bridges to mend… it’s when things started slowing down that I started to get anxious.” He was almost coming to terms with his feelings as he spoke them. He wasn’t thinking about what he was saying before he was saying it now, it was just coming straight from the heart, no strings attached.

This was the first time he’d done this with another person in a long, long time.

“Why do you think that was?” Komaeda posited softly, repositioning his head so he was still cozied up to his boy, but not having to crane to see him. Hinata frowned, arms instinctively wrapping around Komaeda again as he continued,

“I don’t know, I think… I think it felt too good to be true,” He realized, eyes widening as he spoke. He continued,

“When you’re around, I just feel so… good. I was scared that it would get old, or stale, or…”

“...Boring.” Komaeda finished, frowning. Hinata met his eyes shamefully.

“I didn’t want to lose what we had. I don’t… I’ve never had something like this. Like you. And the idea that you or I could get tired of each other…” Hinata trailed off, choking up a little,

“I’m sorry, this is really overwhelming, can we just-”

“Wait, no, please,” Komaeda pleaded, taking his hands, “This is exactly what I wanted. I know something’s been eating at you, and I want to assist you in any way I can. I know I’m no good at this, but if I can just bring you a fraction of the peace you bring me, my life would be perfect. I love hearing you talk like this.” He was gripping his hands so tight, but Hinata didn’t even notice. The look in his stormy eyes was as complex as ever, but he truly couldn’t see anything in Komaeda’s eyes except for pure, unadulterated love. Clear as day.

Hinata’s heart caught in his throat. He was so overwhelmed with feelings, and so many thoughts going in different directions, that the only thing he could make his mouth say with any sort of confidence was,

“I love you so much.” His voice cracked, “This is really hard, but it’s good, and I like this too, it’s just a lot… and now I’m all shaky and cold, and I really want to get out of the bath and put a shirt on, and I really, really want to get into bed and for you to hold me please.” He felt so absolutely pathetic after saying all that, but at least that feeling was diminished some by the extremely vigorous nodding done by Komaeda in response.

By the time they finished drying his hair, were in their pajamas, and finally got into bed, both of them were completely wiped out. Komaeda flopped face-first into the sheets, still loose and cozy from their shower. Hinata hadn’t even cried, and he still felt exhausted. Granted, he’s probably cried a total of twice since middle school, but still.

As soon as he crashed into bed, Komaeda propped himself up with his elbows and turned himself around, outstretching his arms to offer Hinata a place to cozy up. Hinata made a b-line for him, clambering into bed and tucking himself into said arms. A part of him was embarrassed at how desperate he must seem, but that part was so quiet and far back in his head at this point, and he was so tired, and his boyfriend’s smile was so, so warm.

And that really was the best word for it. “Warm.” Or if not that, then maybe,

Home.

“You know something I find funny?” Komaeda murmured to him, peering down at him sleepily, “Or maybe not funny, just… surprising. You struggle to speak your mind to anyone, while I struggle not to. It feels like we’re opposites in that regard.”

“Huh… I never thought about it like that,” Hinata murmured back, speaking in a more hushed tone as he cozied up even more, getting as enveloped into Komaeda’s arms as physically possible.

“I feel like I understand you now, though. That’s part of what’s amazing about our time together, I think… Everyone here is complicated, but you put everything out on the table. It was like… you gave me all the pieces, instead of me having to figure out how to act or what to say to get it out of you. Not to say I don’t love the others, but I mean… I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m talking about,” Hinata rambled. Komaeda loved listening to every word.

“I know exactly what you mean. It’s true, nobody understands me quite like you do. You know better than anyone that I truly do have affection for everyone here, too… but I’ll admit even I have my favorites.” Komaeda looked at him with half-lidded eyes, grinning. While that look never fails to make Hinata squirm, he still blurted out,

“Who?”

“Hmm?” Komaeda hummed, eyes closed, back to relaxing in his arms.

“Who’s your favorite?” Hinata probed, his grip on Komaeda just a little tighter. Komaeda opened his eyes to meet his for a moment,

“Are you being serious?” Komaeda was clearly holding back a smile. Hinata felt his cheeks getting hot, and the fact he didn’t respond to that question immediately pretty much served as an answer in itself.

“Oh my god. You’re actually serious. Hinata-kun, who do you think!?” Komaeda practically threw up his hands, his face both grinning and incredulous.

“Come on! I don’t know what goes on in your head! Maybe you and Souda have been hitting it off lately, how would I know!?”

Komaeda threw his head back into a laugh, and god what a pretty sound it is. It’s soft, melodic, almost crackly by the end, and it’s infectious. When Komaeda smiles and he means it, it just makes his whole face bright. It’s radiant… and Hinata can’t bear to look away anymore.

Very, very slowly, he leaned in for a kiss, giving Komaeda plenty of time to pull away if he, for any reason, wanted to. He didn’t.

His brain is absolute mush at this point. He feels so warm and so exhausted at the same time. Komaeda’s lips are so soft, and warm, and wet, and Hinata doesn’t think he could pull away or even get closer if he tried. He was so emotionally spent, and all he could really do was melt into Komaeda and the bed.

It was only after a few minutes of slow, languid kissing that Komaeda stopped kissing back. Hinata opened his eyes, and listened closer to Komaeda’s breathing.

Yup. He’d fallen asleep.

Hinata scooted just a bit closer, nestling against his chest and peering up at him conspicuously. He stared for several beats, practically challenging his eyes to flutter open. Once a couple minutes had passed and they didn’t, he cleared his throat, heartbeat loud in his ears as he hushedly whispered,

“I love you. I think… I think I want to be with you forever.”

#kmhnsecretexchange #submission #fanfiction #sfw #komahina #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #dr #sdr2

[what-if-nct]

I know I’m few days late, but I love TS4 so fucking much.

I made myself and Jonghyun into this game as a joke and I’m here seeing our lives bloom like a beautiful flower. We had gotten married and had a house together. Recently, I had given birth to our baby boy named Bobby. I’m not sure if I’ve already sent you pictures since Tumblr on PC likes to act like it’s not loading properly when it had already been sent. He is the most precious baby I’ve ever seen. He’s a mixed with me and Jonghyun, but he mostly has his face! I saw him grow up from a baby just born, to a boy about to go to school soon. I celebrated his birthday yesterday.

Also Jonghyun’s dog, Roo, is my step daughter and she wants to be a K-Pop idol. For those who aren’t catching up, there’s a mod I downloaded where the Sims can audition in order to be a K-Pop idol.

Now thinking about it, should I make Bobby train to be a K-Pop idol, or not? I’m kinda curious to hear your views. Also, you have a beautiful family too! I wonder if our kids would get along with each other so he could have someone his own age to hang out with. His half sister isn’t always available since she’s at school and also goes to work. She often comes back tired, but she’s a hard worker. She puts a lot of effort in her schooling and tries to get good grades.

Jeez I’m already talking like a parent and I have no kids whatsoever. Is this game really preparing me for parenthood or what? This is hilarious. 🤣

Right now, I’m watching Bobby and Jonghyun chatting to each other. It’s the most cutest thing I’ve ever seen. They’re literally making mocking voices then laughing at each other. I don’t understand simlish, so I may leave it up to my imagination what are they saying exactly. Maybe they’re just talking about dumb Karens they saw at a supermarket or something. ☺️

Awwww your Sims have such a sweet life and it's cute how you speak of them. And how there's such a thought out life to them. And yeah totally have bobby audition to be an idol, they can do it together. I'm sure our children would be great friends. I feel like I play the Sims a little differently. Like I'm always just dressing them up or building the house and I always use the motherlode cheat first and get them to like 4 million dollars so they can do whatever they want and I lock the house in so no one can walk on the property. And i watch them live their lives for a little while till the kid is a teen, I age them up very fast then I stop after three days and play again like 6 months later. And start all over. So I find the way you play absolutely beautiful and how you've connected to your Sims and see the children as your real children. It's so sweet.

[winderlylandchime]

And we are on 3x09 1/2: ‘ITS JUSTIN AND BRIAN!! LOOK AT THEM BACK IN THEIR ELEMENT DANCING IN THE CLUB! I missed them being slutty on the dance floor. Every episode should start this way’ Ben says the most historic reunification since Germany ‘FUCK YEAH BENJAMIN! NEVER HAVE YOU BEEN MORE RIGHT THAN IN THIS MOMENT…maybe there’s still some faith for you’ ‘finally Justin is back to how he was! I missed him in the club being free and slutty. He acted all high and mighty before. BUT NOT ANYMORE’ and then immediately stockwell pops up ‘for fucks sake, theres no escaping this trump wannabe, is there? BRIAN, why would you do this to me?! This is the type of commercial that would pop up to convince you to stop smoking and fail miserably. (Stockwell invites Brian to hottub) *starts singing* two dudes, sitting in a hot tub 5 feet apart cause they’re not gay. Except one of them definitely is and the other one has a secret crush on Brian’ ‘wait, why cant Mel work while pregnant? Isn’t maternity leave at the end? That’s fucked up. Girl fuck ‘em and go to work’ Brian is now in a hot tub with Stockwell and he said something about getting used to it but once youre inside it feels good ‘That “yeah” from Brian was him trying very hard to not make a gay joke, no one can convince me otherw- HE LIKES HIM? Brian, you’re better than this. OOO SOMETHING HE NEVER TOLD ANYONE? IM CALLING IT! HES GAY..oh he’s just afraid, well that was anticlimactic. Now what would Brian’s doubts be? Love? Life? That peanut car? His future with Justin?’ And we are at Justin showing Mikey the rage cover ‘OH ITS A BLOWJOB COVER?! Yeah! Speak on it Blondie! it hurts my soul to agree that Mike was right (justin says brian will never say he loves him) HE WILL! I am working on it! I know i said that the last season will end that way but unfortunately you fucked up my plans so i will make it up to you this season! Ha, blowjob on a comic cover. i fuck with it, hey, did i ever tell you about the time I accidentally told a store employee that i am looking for that machine for blowjobs instead of blow dries because i forgot what it was called? It got a little awkward’ ‘why does Mike keep staring at Justin and Brian? Dude, you have your own boyfriend. Imagine being called out for being a prude by Ben of all fucking people. I MISSED THEM BEING MESSY TOGETHER-wait why is the cop here? Why are they shutting this do-? FUCKING TRUMP WANNABE, look what you did Bri Bri (The cop spots Brian at woodys) oh he’s also got a crush on Bri Bri. I see we all have a crush on Brian.’ Debbie is now calling out Brian at the diner ‘oh Bri Bri, it hurts me to unfortunately have to agree with Ben and Debbie. Look what you’ve done, you have me agreeing with Mike AND Ben in the same episode! Brian HE IS NOT STIRRING SHIT UP! shit he wants out of this town..SHIT HE WANTS TO GO TO NEW YOR- YES PLEASE TAKE JUSTIN WITH YOU! Finally michael speaks some facts! Here i go again agreeing with him’ And now the Carl/protest scene is on ‘EXACTLY CARL! NO NEED TO CALL PEOPLE NAMES! Oh she’s mad at carl, damn i kinda feel bad, i think this trump dude is above his pay grade..Lindsay you aren’t being really reasonable to Mel right now. Actually neither of you are reasonable. Youre both annoying me and they wanna bring another kid into it?’ And here comes the scene where Brian gets fired ‘Brian for fucks sake stop working with this pig! SHIT HES GETTING FIRED?! HELL YEAH! Oh fuck, its because hes gay?! FUCK YOU but also Bri Bri you should’ve seen this coming, you’re smart, why are you acting dumb now? Oh so that guy wasn’t checking out Brian at the bar. Well that’s disappointing. Now THAT is a good rule Brian. I like it. Now go home and do some business transaction with a certain blondie to celebrate you not working with this fucker anymore’

Every episode should start with them dancing and being slutty!

Your brother is working on Brian saying I love you to Justin! He’s so invested. I’m so sorry he’s not going to get his wish for a long time .

I’m loving how much he hates Stockwell and how torn he is about Brian working for him.

They’re both annoying and they want to bring another kid into this? My thoughts exactly.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

[elevatormusic]

my first reaction with zero context: only friends ep 6

i’m sorry. do y’all actually eat apples that aren’t green? the others are so gross

TWO MOTHERS LETS GO

bc you are a cheater

quit sleeping with boston maybe? idk that’s just me

oh that group project about to be awkward af

they’re way ahead of you my guy

i mean boston is a dick but he does have a point

i would be so scared to wear those hoops doing that

tell him nick

if he knows it was fucked why doesn’t he apologize first of all

choke him

babes back!!!!

do they not have NDAs in thailand? real question

i want him to

oh my mans is open open with his mom okay damn

we are at that point

the two tall fuckers are back together baby

why are you saying hi like you didn’t do the shit you did to him

y’all can def avoid each other

hit him again

now kiss

what was that for??

dude just answer him

you didn’t even get out of it he’s gonna know

ha those bitches look dumb af

ngl they’re lowkey boring to watch without him sleeping with someone else

sand what are you up to exactly? no way ray stops liking mew after this

i beg of you to stop hiding your feelings *i say as if i don’t do the same thing*

kinda funny that if someone else said that to ray he probably would’ve started a fight

not there????

but i called it was gonna be sand that told ray about ton and top

okay i love that they’re about to get what they deserve but also you just threw nick under the bus but also nick shouldn’t have done that so yes

sand is full on fuck relationships i just want to destroy this one man

he met his dad??

stop making that face you’re so obvious

oh going to ton first interesting

don’t let him manipulate you

how would that make him like you😭

at least say something that makes sense

*laughs* tell him ray please

not for long

wrong

tell. him.

i thought he was about to pull out a ring lmaoo

oh he’s trying

wait wash your hands first

let’s not y’all are toxic

where did sand come from😭

mans said why is this fool touching my mic

he looks so uncomfortable sir you got yourself into that

he’s about to be so toxic please

oh going for the lesbians too?? what did they do to you?

tell me why sand is the only one that went to stop him oh my god they all want the tea so bad

babe he’s been sleeping with you tho

honestly he should’ve decked him

sir i don’t think you understand what “caring and loving” means

why’d he yell at him tho lmao

okay well now you gotta tell him

just say it dammit

you just made a full out of yourself without saying what you were supposed to say

you really don’t deserve sand my god

fellow human😭😭😭😭😭

sand the only one that has morals. mans said idc if you get yourself killed but you ain’t getting others

call the cops??

he just called him a whore i’m so sorry who??? 👁️👄👁️

i’m so serious call the cops

don’t chase him you’re gonna get run over

nick leave

no he’s not💀

HUH?????

you lying piece of shit

well they were in a car

that’s what you took out of that??

hold on why did ray do that whole boston tea party if he already told mew?

#morgan reacts to things #only friends #only friends episode 6

[sobredunia]

Talking about ship dynamics with my ocs because i have nothing better to do

this is just gonna be Uzomi x Lare btw. they are consuming my brain. Lare is the sun and Uzomi is the moon

Fluff!: Lare really likes Uzomi and is a blushing mess when trying to approach her so that she takes the fucking hint, but Uzomi is too oblivious to actually realise what Lare is doing

Pining. so much pining. both ways. they want eachother sooo bad but they’re too shy to do anything about it

Lare excitedly rambling about moths and Uzomi not actually listening but just. looking enamoured at the spark in Lare’s eyes when she talks about something she likes. Lesbian ass

Uzomi isnt exactly a huge fan of being touched but she is okay with staring it herself. as long as its in a jokey matter aka putting an arm on someone’s shoulder for a bit. the moment shit gets romantic she’s bolting out FAST. Lare both loves this and hates this because! she! wants! cuddles! with! a! buff! lesbian!

Uzomi just. being in a tank top. and Lare unable to look away from the muscles with a hella red face. I have a type okay

Angst!: holy SHIT where do i begin

Uzomi pushing her feelings aside because last time she got crushes they weren’t into girls and it just hurt. so now whenever she likes someone. ESPECIALLY if they’re already friends. she pushes the feelings deep down bc she values a friendship more than the chance of turning it into a relationship if she ever confesses with the risk of being turned down and losing that person. Lare is head over heels but she doesn’t know this and she worries it might ruin their friendship too but at least she’s trying to do kinda things about it??

so much hanahaki potential. Pining but it hurts

Lare realising that, no matter her efforts of being close to Uzomi and all the time they’ve spent together, she doesnt actually KNOW anything about her. she doesnt know what she’s been through, her emotions or feelings on anything that isnt mechanic-related. she gives answers that lare at first thinks are good on getting a good read on her but it turns out they aren’t. she talks about her past so dissassociately its almost like she’s telling another person’s life

Lare, in the whole killing game thing, being forced into the position of a leader by a series of choices and even though she is objectively good at leading the group she cannot take it. drowning herself in other people’s problems so she won’t think about her own, kissing denial passionately on the lips. not remembering things about herself because she doesnt WANT to. prioritising others and feeling terrible whenever they try to help back because she’s such a burden she should be better at dealing with her own emotions now look what you did you’re making them have an even worse time by being so pathetic they have to take care of you now. grow up. Uzomi watching this from the sidelines TRYING to help but Lare won’t let her and instead tries to comfort Uzomi. Uzomi being tired of this because she wants to hel she wants to help so so much but its almost like Lare doesnt care about her because if she did she wouldn’t try to push her away

yeah

#Nathan's notes #just needed to get this out of my system rq

[templeofshame]

no one wants to read my ranting halfway through the stranger things s4 finale, but like... this is my blog so

so like, i’m only halfway through the finale, but it seems like the most effective scenes are moments of connection that have little to do with the whole convoluted supernatural plot. #1 will & jonathan (including the will/mike scene of course because where it really hits is between will and jonathan; honestly mike is kinda just stupid this season, and jonathan has been as well but at least the writers gave him a great will plotline to work with), eddie & dustin, and yeah  lucas & max and joyce & hopper as well.

but eddie & dustin’s moment stuff hit earlier and more superficially, maybe to make room for the grief monologue, which, i guuess. but i feel like a lot of the heart of the whole eddie of the season (which is a major plot thread, steddie aside) is about the connection between dustin and eddie and i feel like personally i’d rather have a monologue about that than max’s (well-performed) monologue about billy, like i just feel like we get it by this point and it’s just not as satisfying as it should be? billy’s already dead and Fucking Terrible, the emotional stuff i wanted from max is between her and lucas (which we get and it’s adorable) and other than that i’m not sure what would hold weight since el is far away and her connections with the others aren’t strong enough to carry much weight. but i’d love to hear more about why his friendship with dustin means so much to eddie, and what more depth beyond that eddie was nice to them when no one else was.

i also feel like that’s more important than a ~metal~ guitar bit that didn’t seem to really do anything and randomly had recorded vocals? i do feel like a guitar moment is a chekhov’s gun i wanted fired, but i wanted it to... matter? like i don’t know exactly what self-sacrificing thing eddie’s about to do in between where i am and his death, but i feel like that’s where in the story the guitar bit should fall, eddie should sing even if it’s bad, and the choice should have a notable positive influence on the tides of Climactic Finale Plot (even though i know i’m gonna be more and more unsatisfied because they don’t even defeat vecna, right?)

genuinely i would be glad if jason carver didn’t exist, but if he has to i’d keep going with the early steve parallel. you could easily have him get in the way and be an asshole buy i’m just not really here for the whole thing of the jocks going wildly violent on children. it’s not totally clear if it’s deliberately racially charged or it just happens that the Black kids are the most accessible to the jocks? but we’re so far away from humanity with those characters that unless we find out vecna’s controlling them, i don’t think anything they do will be satisfying to me.

honestly, at the end of the day i think the will & jonathan scenes are my favorite, but the lucas & max scene is kinda the only one of the effective Big Scenes yet that actually affects the main plot (i know there’s a mike & el one and i’m just kinda over mike at this point, like it feels very contrived that he hasn’t said “i love you” a bunch of times by now and saying he loves her for who she is immediately before reminding us that she’s a superhero is like... what about her as a person though dude? like remember when she didn’t have her powers? you still loved her, right???). One thing i think this ep is doing that’s Cool and Right is that the characters who have spent all season far away and tangentially related to anything are finding long distance ways to be useful. I love that. don’t love the separation as a season-long thing, but given that, love the solution. but jonathan and will are still tangentially related to the plot at best because they’re just helping facilitate el, and joyce and hopper are like, satisfying ship finally getting together yay and hopefully figuring out how to be useful finally, but mostly they’ve just been tied up all season trying to get back to where we were pre-explosion.

idk i just feel like there are so many scenes the show is giving weight and they’re not necessarily bad scenes, but the structure and plotting of the season has been so messy that most of them are unearned and some of them are given to the wrong people (cough obviously the steve and nancy scene. i’d rather see a jancy scene, or will and jonathan talking about wtf contrived situation is going on there, but they are putting so much effort into throwing steve at nancy and just... why? did murray break into a russian prison to be disrespected like that?).

there are also just so many things about the internal logic of this season that don’t make sense to me and i’m not sure what it’s trying to say about survivor’s guilt or abuse or anything but like idk dude, maybe vecna’s just a clockmaker

#stranger things spoilers

[bnha-dumpster]

Alright I’m back mate and boy do I have something. So imagine all of them (boys of the bakusquad) wanting Y/n, and they’ve talked about this together to try and come up with a way to get closer to him. So they decide that in order to get closer to him, one of them (you can decide) has to get into a relationship with Y/n’s sister. (Sister could be an OC, a character, or just a sister insert) This way, all of them can get into his their house without it being suspicious. Y/n’s sister doesn’t really think much about it, but the four of them always tease and borderline flirt with Y/n while they’re there. Don’t think they didn’t notice you blushing. So one day when his sister and parents aren’t home, they all decide to visit, knowing that Y/n is home from college that weekend, and all alone. Deciding that this will be the day that they bring him to bed, each have their turn with him, and milk him till he just can’t come anymore. (Dub-con? Y/n clearly wants it- who wouldn’t lol?)

Just realized that if you dislike some female character in the show, you could just use them as the sister lol. Also sorry my request is kinda long for this, but thanks if you decide to do it! I appreciate it.

oh i love this request so much! may have had a bit too much fun with this and got carried away

pairing: bakusquad (- mina) x male reader content tags: group sex, milking, double penetration, face fucking, male squirting, creampie, sex toys, praise, light degradation, electro stim play word count: 2.5k

The day Sero started dating your younger sister was a weird one. You’d never felt too protective over her considering she’s only a year younger and a hero, but seeing her hold hands with your classmate lit something inside you. It’s why whenever Sero wanted to come over, you’d beg for the rest of the Bakusquad to join him. You thought it was a way to protect your sister. You thought you were doing a good job. Yeah, you thought a lot of things.

Then they started teasing you- even Sero. The four of them love to tease you and act flirtatious with you. Even with Maiko in the room, they all find a way to tease you and not gain any suspicion from her. Their hands wander places where they shouldn't and you can't do anything but give them a stern look as you swat their hands away, blush apparent on your face. You don't know what they're doing but it gives extremely mixed messages.

But you think you finally understand when they show up unannounced, all four grinning as they push their way into your house.

“How long are we gonna let Bakugou eat his face?” 

As soon as the four of them got you in your room, Bakugou pounced on you. He’s holding you by your hips, grinding himself against you. His mouth is smashed against yours, teeth clashing as he devours your mouth with his tongue. You don’t have much of a choice but to go along with it. It’s not like you hate this. Rather, you’re enjoying this way too much. 

“We can get everything set up while they’re eating each other’s faces.” Sero shrugs as he pulls out the contents of the bag. Lube, towels, toys, said toys being Kaminari’s suggestion. “Why’d you bring a cock ring? I thought the goal was to milk him?” 

“It’s for us! Gotta last longer for him, right?” 

“For once you make a good point.” Kirishima pulls Bakugou away from you by his hair, earning a growl. “Stop hogging him, bro.”

“Fine.” 

Kirishima helps you towards the bed, sitting you down on the edge of it. He tugs your sweatpants down, slowly taking your clothes off. You definitely need a breather and the redhead is more than happy to give you one. He does all of the work for you, lifting your legs and body with his strength so all you have to do is sit there. You watch him with half-lidded eyes as you catch your breath. Besides your heavy breathing, you can hear the other three taking their own clothes off. The rustling of their clothes falling to the floor is as quiet as it’ll be from now on.

Your cock springs out of your boxers, almost completely hard from Bakugou’s actions. It’s a little embarrassing how quickly you’re turned on. They just think it’s cute.

“Denki, didn’t you say you wanted to taste him?” 

The blond in question nods eagerly and nearly trips over himself to replace Kirishima’s spot between your legs. He’s already excited, cock hard and slapping against his stomach. Does the thought of giving you head really turn him on that much? 

Apparently it does. He lets out a small moan when he grabs your cock and pumps it a few times. You can see his eyes dilate and his mouth is open slightly as he admires it. And when he finally takes it in his mouth, it feels like he’s practiced for this. 

“Fuck, Denki-” His mouth is warm and inviting, his tongue doing its best to wrap around the shaft as he bobs his head. You weave your hands into his hair and help him take you deeper. You’re not huge, but you do know it might take a bit to take all of you. 

Then he moans. The vibrations go straight to your core and your shove his face flush against your hips. He gags around your cock but doesn’t try to pull away. Instead, he looks up at you with eyes that scream for you to keep going. You’re not the type of person to refuse someone, so you give him exactly what he wants. 

You take hold of his head and move it up and down, using his mouth as a toy. Kaminari moans each time your cock hits the back of his throat. The two of you are caught up in the moment to the point where you don’t notice Sero coming up behind you. The hero begins to kiss along your neck, hands going to grope at your chest. Finger pinch your nipples harshly and you let out a surprised moan. 

“Hanta, what are you doing?” 

“Your chest looked a little lonely.” He hums and continues to play with your nipples, pinching and flicking them as he kisses your neck. You’re not sure what Kirishima and Bakugou are doing but you can’t focus on it, not when you’re reaching your end. Your hips stutter and you press Kaminari’s face against you as much as you can. The blond’s eyes roll back into his head as you cum, shooting ropes down his throat. You can feel him swallow it all and the sensation makes you groan. 

Kaminari removes himself from your cock with a pop, face red. Tears and drool cover his face and it’s oddly endearing. 

“Alright, Kirishima?” Sero grabs you by your hips and pulls you with him further onto the bed. He rests against the headboard and continues to tease your nipples. Kirishima crawls in front of you, a bottle of lube in hand. You know what he’s going to do but it doesn’t make you any less anxious.

“Hey, hey, it’ll be okay.” The redhead rubs comforting circles into your inner thigh, smiling at you. You watch him pour some lube onto his fingers and circle your hole gently. He watches your face as he begins to push one finger in. There’s a moment of surprise when it goes in without much protest, you looking to the side to avoid his stare. You’re thankful that he doesn’t say anything. Rather, he just pushes another finger inside you.

It takes a few tries before he manages to find that soft spot inside you. You let out a whimper and your hips move away. Bakugou is more than happy to sit on your stomach, keeping you in place. 

The blond takes this chance to devour your mouth once more. This time you moan and kiss back with as much need as he does. His erection grinds against your stomach as you kiss. You reach down to pump his cock a few times, enjoying the feeling of how hot and heavy it is in your hand. Bakugou swats your hand away and glares at you, pulling back.

Kirishima is eager to fuck you. He pulls his fingers out after barely prepping you and slathers his own cock with lube. You’re sure he doesn’t mean to, but he sheathes himself inside you a little too quickly. A small yelp leaves you and three sets of eyes land on the redhead. The three heroes stare at him for a moment before turning their eyes back to you. 

“Sorry he’s being so rough...” Sero leaves open mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulders as he soothes you, “We’ve just wanted to fuck you for so long.” 

Bakugou moves off of you, sitting beside you as Kirishima begins to move slowly. Kaminari has settled on the other side of you, one hand cupping your balls and the other teasing the head of your limp cock. 

A small shock goes through you. It’s from Kaminari’s hand, the blond stimulating you back to hardness with his hands. The shocks are sent through both your cock and balls. You squirm and whimper, the head of your cock twitching pathetically with each shock. Even if it’s not hard, it still weeps precum all over your abdomen. 

Then the redhead’s pace gets rough. His balls slap against your ass with each thrust, making sure your hips meet before he pulls out. Your overwhelmed by the stretch of your walls and how Kirishima seems to be rubbing against all the right spots inside you. There’s even a small bump that appears whenever he’s fully inside you. It pokes out of your stomach and the other three marvel at how hot it is. 

Kaminari’s shocks finally bring your cock back to life. It stands at attention, tip swollen and red. He lets go of it and watches it slap against your stomach, precum smearing over the skin. 

“Relax for us, Y/N.” 

You don’t know what Kaminari means until you see something in Bakugou’s hand. It’s metal and long but you don’t exactly know what it is. At least, until the blond begins to circle it around the head of your dick. There’s no warning for your when he prods the slit of your cock with it, slowly inching the rod inside you. It’s a strange feeling but it doesn’t hurt. For a moment you think it’s not so bad, but then Bakugou presses a button.

“Wha-” The rod is vibrating. Your back arches off the bed and tenses, a confused moan escaping you. Sero leans down to capture your lips, kissing you gently compared to Bakugou. Both blond heroes are tending to your nipples, each one has a nipple in their mouth. Bakugou’s hand is wrapping around the base of your cock, pumping it gently. Kaminari is once again fondling your sack, giving it small squeezes and shocks to stimulate you. 

And you cum, you cum hard. Strangled moans are muffled by Sero’s lips. Your cock twitches and cum leaks out past the rod, dribbling down your shaft slowly. It’s a strangle climax. It doesn’t come out like it usually does and everywhere is being touched. You don’t get to come down from your high either- it just keeps going. They don’t stop what they’re doing, the only thing changing being the way Kirishima’s thrusts grow erratic. 

He releases inside you and you can vaguely feel warmth filling you. It feels empty when he pulls out, your hole clenching around nothing. Kirishima takes a moment to spread your ass to watch his cum leak out a little. 

“Who’s next?” 

Sero releases your lips and removes himself from behind you, letting Kirishima take his place. He situates between your legs and ruts his cock against your ass. He can feel your hole clenching each time he brushes the head of his cock against it. Your body is so needy and he can’t possibly refuse you. 

He’s longer than the redhead, that’s for sure. Not as thick, but definitely longer. Sero reaches deeper and touches places you didn’t think could be touched. His pace is slow, watching the way your hole so eagerly swallows his cock. You’re clenching and trembling so much from the overstimulation, the vibrating rod still abusing your limp cock. 

“Good boy, good boy, Y/N.” Kirishima praises you as tears fall from your eyes. It blurs between pain and pleasure and you don’t know how to process it. You cling to his words, holding into his arms as he shushes you. “We’re so proud of you. You’re so good for us, so good. We’ll take such good care of you.” 

You’re mouth is left unattended. Moans and sobs fill the room, a line of drool coming out of your mouth. You can’t form any words either. They’re enamored by it, staring at how you’ve come undone just after two times. A thin layer of sweat covers your body and it makes you look shiny, you practically glow.

“Fuck, so tight- you’re so tight, Y/N.” Sero’s words barely register. Something is building in your core as Kaminari begins to send larger shocks through your sack. They make your cock twitch more than it already is. The constant vibrations inside your urethra are making your cock vibrate and twitch even when it’s soft. 

“Kaminari.” The hero fucking you catches the blond’s attention. He puts a finger in your ass and tugs it open a little more. “Think you can fit?” 

The absence of Kaminari’s lips and hands don’t register right away, especially when Bakugou begins to pinch your abandoned nipple. Your haze is lifted somewhat when you feel your ass stretching just a bit more. The blond is slowly pushing his cock inside, joining Sero in your tight hole. The stretch alone forces another orgasm through you without even getting hard, more cum leaking past the rod. 

As Kaminari sheathes himself completely, the other hero stills. They don’t move for a bit, they let you get used to having both of them inside you. 

“What a good boy. You’re taking them so well, taking them just like we know you could.” Kirishima’s words soothe you. “They’re going to make you feel even better.” 

Then they start moving. The two of them alternate thrusts, moving slowly and carefully. Your belly bulges from the stretch and Kirishima reaches down to rub the bulge, groaning at the feeling. His cock twitches with arousal behind you. But he’s had his turn and you need comfort. 

Your prostate is being pressed against constantly. It’s a never-ending stimulation of your most sensitive spots. You hold onto Kirishima as tightly as you can as a rush of warmth goes through you. The feeling isn’t the same as an orgasm and you lift your head up for a brief second to see clear fluid gush out of your cock past the rod. 

“Oh my god, he just squirted.” Kaminari stares down at you in wonder as he fucks you, grabbing your cock and pumping it. Your stomach is covered in whatever you let out. Bakugou moves himself down to lick at it, curious to its taste. It’s not pleasant, but not unpleasant either. 

And the blond is hard, impatient for his turn. As much as he wants to fuck you properly, he needs release. He turns your head to face him, his cock gently slapping against your face. Your mouth is already open and he begins to slide it inside. The moans and sobs you make vibrate around his cock, making him feel amazing. It’s difficult to keep himself from fucking your face like you did with Kaminari but he knows that a slow pace is better. 

The head of his cock presses against the back of your throat and you gag before he pushes deeper. Your face meets his pelvis for a few seconds before he pulls out. Bakugou is looking down at you as your eyes flutter closed, mouth stretched to fit his cock inside of it. You look so cute, so eager to please him. Your head must be a mess right now. 

“Damn, I’m cumming already. This is amazing.” 

The blond fucking your ass stills inside you, cum filling you. Sero is still going, his pace slow and deep. He’s nowhere near done and has more stamina than the other three. Taking it slow and thoroughly enjoying the warmth of your ass is how he wants to go. 

More cum leaks out of your cock and finally, the rod is pulled out. Cum practically pours out once the rod is fully out. It pools on your stomach and mixes with the fluids from your squirting. 

Your head is a mess, a haze of pleasure. You don’t know what’s going on besides how good you feel from all of them. You don’t care anymore. They can do whatever they want with you. 

#bakusquad x reader #bakusquad x male reader #bnha x male reader #bnha x reader #bnha x reader smut

[enhas-bestie]

those who know too much [pjs]

pairing: park jongseong x reader

trope: when the two enemies come together. they aren’t really enemies though, they just bicker a lot.

genre: criminal au

content warning: mentions of guns, killing other people, crimes (theft), threats of violence (? It’s not really that bad)

synopsis: if you ever found yourself trying to run away from a “company” who specialises in not so legal activities, just know, that there is absolutely no way they’re letting you leave willingly. especially if you know too much. (or alternatively, you think park jongseong is kinda cute and you don’t really want to watch him die.)                                                                                                       

“jongseong my love,” a grin finds itself tugging at the corner of your lips as you greet the man who just entered the room a few moments prior, “fancy bumping into you here at this time of the night.”

“this is my fucking apartment y/n– what the hell are you doing here?” as jay speaks, the muzzle of his gun prods against your head slightly. it wasn’t exactly a warm welcome by any means, but it’s not like you expected him to greet you with a friendly hug and a peck on the cheek either- though, that would have been nice. jay nudges the back of your head again, and you assume he’s trying to intimidate you–try to remind you that he’s the one with the gun here and you’re weaponless–but the two of you have been through this song and dance way too many times to count and you’re far from being scared. you came out alive every other single time, didn’t you?

“now jay,” his name rolls off of your tongue with a sweet lull, “that is no way to greet a friend.”

“we’re not friends.”

“then how about we become lovers?” you tease, twisting your body until you come face-to-face with the barrel of his revolver, “although, maybe get the gun out of my face first. it’s a real turn off.”

“yn,” he says your name like you’re some impudent little child who won’t stop bothering him and you smirk, “I swear to god I am going to shoot you if you don’t tell me what the fuck you’re doing in my house.”

jay’s sharp eyes hold you captive, and you think that they pose more of a threat to you than the gun in his hand. you don’t answer him directly, but rather, you allow your gaze to travel down the length of his body, your eyes lingering on his tailored suit, “I must say, you look super duper handsome tonight…did you by chance happen to have had a meeting with someone important? or do you just like getting all dolled up for fun?”

jay tilts his head questioningly– not necessarily at your words- but at the way you say them. there’s an underlying seriousness that he’s only ever heard colour your voice a handful of times, and it sets him on edge. it’s clear that you were insinuating something, though what it was, he doesn’t know. 

 “talk.” is all he says as he lowers his gun, and for once, you don’t retort with a bullshit answer to string him into another one of your long-winded conversations. you really didn’t break into jay’s apartment because you were hoping to have a heart-to-heart, but a part of you wishes that were the case. it would’ve been a hell of a lot more fun than the conversation you were about to have. 

“you just came from a meeting with the CEO of belift right?” you’re pretty sure that’s where he came from, and your suspicions are confirmed when you see jay’s eyes narrow. his guard is up, because there was no way that you should have known about that. 

the two of you weren’t in the most amicable business–what exactly was courteous about making bogus deals with some of the biggest companies in the country and laundering money to offshore accounts– but there was a level of secrecy and trust that was universally understood amongst those who offered their services to belift. in other words, it was highly uncommon for information, such as, for example, a meeting with one of the CEOs, to be known by virtually anybody else except the parties involved. nobody should have known-let alone you. somebody from a rival organisation who specialised in the same type of “work” belift did. it was only six months ago that belift and the pseudo company  you worked for decided to combine and join forces. apparently, they decided that working together instead of against each other was going to be much more profitable in the long run–but there was still an air of mistrust around the two companies that kept them from being completely transparent with each other.

there truly was only one explanation for how you knew about the meeting, and jay was quick to catch on. frankly, he couldn’t help but throw his head back and let out a little humourless laugh, “let me guess–you guys were spying on us weren’t you?” jay clicked his tongue in annoyance, “just exactly what are you guys up to?”

“it’s a funny story actually,” there’s a bit of mirth in your voice as you answer, “turns out that my boss is actually planning to over throw your boss…which, spoiler alert- the whole showdown is supposed to happen in like, a week or two from now, but that’s not exactly relevant to why I’m here.”

“that’s not relevant to why you’re here?” 

“nope.”

you watch as jay pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance, his other hand–with the gun still loosely clutched in his grip–comes to rest on his hip, “yn, my patience is really running thin here... I know I always say this whenever I have the absolute pleasure of running into you, but I’m really gonna shoot you this time if you don’t hurry along and get to the point.”

“okay, okay,” you raise your hands in surrender, “I’ll tell you why I’m here…but honestly, you’re probably not gonna like what I have to say.”

jay glares at you through narrowed eyes, half contemplating if he should just shoot you right then and there, “when do I ever like what you have to say?”

“you really are so rude to me jongseong-”

“do I have to remind you that there is a gun in my hand yn?” 

“no need. I can see it perfectly fine seeing as how it’s pointed at my head, but you’re probably gonna want to keep the bullets for somebody that isn’t me.”

“you want to elaborate on that? because you look like a pretty good target to me.”

“belift knows you’re planning to leave,” you watch jay carefully for his reaction, and by the way he freezes, you’re certain that your words have caught him off guard, “the boss told me to do some digging on your CEO…so I bugged his car, and long story short– I overheard him telling somebody to keep tabs on you. and heeseung, and jake, and the rest of the guys in your team...you understand what I’m trying to tell you, right?”

you hear jay curse under his breath. he knows as much as you do that you do not just leave companies like belift. not when you know too much– and jay and his friends knew a lot. 

 you allow him to gather his thoughts, but you catch sight of the clock on the wall and cringe at the late hour, “come on,” you say, and start walking around his apartment in search of his bedroom. if you guys didn’t start packing and leave in the next twenty minutes, you’d be caught in some real trouble. jay watches you in confusion as you you turn to look at him and make crazy gestures with your hands in the air, “I said come on. what? did I forget to tell you that I also overheard them talking about how they were planning on following you home so that they could ambush you? ”

a distressed groan leaves jay as he looks at you incredulously, “yes, yn, you forgot to tell me about that.” he curses again as he runs a hand through his hair and then freezes again, “heeseung…heeseung! and jake, and sunoo, and-”

“don’t worry about it.” you shake your head, “I asked ryujin, yeji, and the others to get them. wonyoung and yujin are buying us some time before your little friends get here to…well, you know, kill us. so, we really, really need to get your shit and leave.”

you turn around and trace your eyes all over to look for things he might need, when suddenly you feel him behind you, his hands gripping your shoulders to spin you around. your breath catches in your throat as you meet his eyes– definitely much more intimidating than the gun– and you force yourself not to shrink behind his gaze. one of his hands comes up to grip the back of your neck–not hard enough to hurt you, but firmly enough so that you couldn’t move your head–while the other one brings up his gun to your temple. you feel frozen as you stare into his eyes.

jay has threatened you a lot in the six months that you have come to know him. most of the time, it’s because you’re annoying him to get his attention, and because he knows that you do it to rile him up, his threats are usually empty. but this is the first you actually feel scared.

“yn,” the metal of the gun feels cool against the side of your head, “if you’re lying to me, and you’re putting my friends’ lives in danger, I will actually kill you. do you understand me? I’ll put a bullet through your fucking skull.”  

you can’t bring yourself to speak- your tongue feels heavy in your mouth and you can hardly bring yourself to utter out a single syllable, so you nod your head and pray that he can see you’re being truthful. 

jay’s eyes stare blankly into yours for a long second, and then he pulls away from you and straightens up, leaving you on edge.

“fuck, that was so hot.” you say breathlessly, “ do it again.” 

jay falters and whips his head to look at you, eyes widened in astonishment ,“has anybody ever told you that you belong in a psych ward?” he tries to come off as annoyed, but you can see his lips pulled up into a disbelieving smile even as he tries to turn away to hide it.

the two of you spend the next five minutes packing in silence. you don’t know what he’s thinking about, but you’re picturing his smile over and over again until you find yourself looking back at him with a smile of your own.

that was the first time he smiled at you.

the two of you are in your car in the next ten minutes.

so far, things have gone so smoothly that you’re even beginning to question if you heard them properly, “not trying to say that I’m not happy we haven’t been caught…but like, I can’t believe they didn’t storm in while we were busy packing all of your freaking clothes.”

jay side-eyes you from the driver's seat of your car– apparently, he didn’t trust you on the road??-- but you ignore him in favour of looking behind you at the penthouse suite that used to be jay’s home. it gets smaller and smaller as you drive, and when the building is no longer in you field of view, you breathe out a sigh of relief.

“yn…” you turn your head towards jay who’s looking at you with an unreadable expression. you want to point out that he, who said that you couldn’t be trusted behind the wheel, wasn’t even looking at the fucking road, but for the sake of the comfortable peace you have in the car, you decide against it. instead, you hum to signal that you’re actually listening to him and wait for him to speak.

jay doesn’t struggle with his words. he’s been thinking about how to ask you these questions ever since you told him about everything, so now that he finally has the opportunity, he figures there’s no use in beating behind the bush.

 “why...why exactly did you help me? why did you help heeseung and the others? why did your friends help? what exactly are you gaining out of all of this?”

“what am I gaining?” you ask rhetorically as you turn your body to sit in your seat properly, “nothing really… I mean, I wish I was getting something out of this, but unfortunately not.”

“then why?” 

you sigh, leaning your head against the window as you try to gather your thoughts. for a still moment, there’s nothing but silence in the car. and then you answer, “there are two reasons actually…” you purse your lips and close your eyes, "reason one is that I’m just really fucking tired of looking over my shoulder. schemes like these–money laundering and shit–they don’t last long. I’m not even twenty-three yet and i’m caught up in all this bullshit…I guess I just want out. so yeah…me and a few of the others were planning to leave anyway, so it’s not like our loyalty lies with that company.”

jay is silent as he listens to you. and more than anything, he understands. the two of you were so young and so caught up in a world that neither of you wanted to be in anymore. he wanted a better life. for himself and his friends. for heeseung, and sunghoon, and jake to be living regular lives with regular jobs. for sunoo, and jungwon, and riki to be in high school like regular fuking kids and not hacking and coding some system so they could funnel millions of stolen dollars into fake accounts. he just wanted them to all live a life they could be proud of.

“what’s the second reason?” he asks quietly, eyes trained on the road.

“reason two?” your spirit perks up immediately and you grin, “reason two is that I may have a little bit of a crush on you and I wasn’t exactly on board with the whole “you being dead” thing.” 

once again, the sound of jay sighing reaches your ears and it brings the widest grin to your face, “yn, seriously. what is the second reason?”

“that really is the second reason.” you laugh, “though, now that I think about it, your friends’ really do owe you their lives... because if I didn’t think you were worth saving they’d probably be de–oh my god.” a loud explosion ringing in the distance had caused jay to bring the car to a screeching halt, and you were glad that you actually listened to him when he told you to put your seatbelt on.

you and jay both turn your heads to look through the rear window of the car, and you gasp when you see the glimmering embers of fire in the distance–specifically, in the direction of where the two of you just came from, “they…they blew up your penthouse??” you cried out, a hand covering your mouth in horror.

“ it’s a good thing this isn’t a residential area.” he says through gritted teeth, and changes gear so that you could speed off. the two of you were most likely in the clear for now, but it wouldn’t take long for them to discover that there wasn’t a body in the house.

“yn, you know we’re gonna be on the run forever, right?” jay says, and you nod. of course, you knew. like you said–people don’t walk away from companies like belift if they knew a lot. and you knew a lot.

“well, what if we do something about that?” jay’s voice rings through the car ominously and you perk up, “what if we get them to destroy each other before they can destroy us?”

if anybody else were to overhear the two of you right now, they probably would have thought that you were crazy. and you suppose you were–because a smirk pulled at your lips as you thought it through. two companies wanted you dead because you knew too much–but what if used what you knew to sink them and get them off your backs once and for all?

“i’m in.” you grin.

"the others will probably agree to help us out." you say, and jay nods.

as the two of you ride to the destination that ryujin texted you, the car is filled with silence. you don't exactly know how you'll finally get out of the mess that you dug yourselves into, but what you did know was that you'd help get each other out. or at the very least- you'd die trying.

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[subspencer]

thot gf absolutely sticking up for sub Spencer

idk how to end blurbs, ever. but this is a rewrite of that baseball scene

cw: no explicit smut/smut is implied, creepy dude being creepy. wc: 1k

It was the bottom of the ninth inning, and Spencer still hadn't hit a ball once. You were waiting in the stands, watching anxiously knowing he was next up to bat. The bases were loaded, the team was only down one point, and Spencer was their last chance.

You stood up from your seat as he stepped up to bat. When you heard Spencer was going to play for the FBI's softball team, you went the whole nine yards to make it unforgettable for him – and that meant a special outfit. I was as close to a cheerleading uniform as you could get passably get away with. A short, navy blue pleated skirt, and a cropped tank top that barely covered your chest.

"You got this, babe!!" you cheered, bouncing on your toes, making your skirt flounce around you. Spencer looked at you and sighed; he was already in his head about this, and your distracting outfit wasn't doing him any favors.

"This guy's a fucking loser," someone muttered. You whipped your head around to shoot daggers at the man who said it.

"Shut your mouth," you grunted. He looked exactly like a jerk; balding, a little drunk, and probably a former high school athlete. And he spoke like one.

"Don't get sore, honey," he laughed. He eyed you up and down in a way that made you want to gag. His eyes stopped right at the hem of your short skirt. "Aren't you a bit out of his league?"

You rolled your eyes, shooting him a pointing glare and turning back around, "No. He's out of mine."

Spencer missed his first two swings. His head hung low while the opposing team teased him some more, thinking they were probably right about him.

"Hey! Time out!" you yelled.

The referee turned around. "You can't do that, you're not playing -"

"I don't care. Time out."

You shot Derek a hopeful glance, and he gave the ref a shrug. "She said time out."

Spencer looked back at you, confused. You crooked your finger and called him over, pressing up against the wire fence that separated you.

"Hey, listen to me. Don't worry about these other losers," you whispered, poking your finger through the fence and tapping his nose. "They don't know what they're talking about."

"I think they do," he laughed sadly. "I'm the one feeling like the loser here."

"You should be," the guy from before shouted again.

You turned back around, furious. "Sir, if you don't shut the fuck up, I'm going to knock you out."

He laughed, and Hotch who was sitting beside you and watched the whole thing turned around to give him another glare. Suddenly it wasn't so funny anymore.

"It's okay," Spencer said wistfully.

"No, it's not. You're doing so good, I'm so proud of you."

"I haven't hit a single ball."

"And I don't care if you do or don't. You don't have to impress me, you know." You smiled at him, reaching down to hold his hand – or at least, whichever fingers would fit through the fence. You could tell he was worried about looking good in front of you, he didn't even know he never had to try to do that. "I'm already impressed by you. Every day."

Spencer smiled genuinely for the first time that day.

"But, just know... if you do hit that next one, I have a little surprise for you at home."

"Really?" his voice pitched up, eyes scanning you up and down. He trapped the cloth of your skirt between two fingers, tugging at it. "Can't imagine it gets better than this outfit."

"Oh, but it does... I might've made you a little dance routine to go with it. Can't share it here."

"Mhm. And what if I don't get it?"

"Well, then you'll get the consolation prize... and Spencer, it's pretty good, too."

"Come here," he laughed, calling you closer with a finger until you pressed your cheek up to the metal so he could place a kiss there. "Wish me luck!"

Clapping your hands together, you cheered as Spencer went back up to the plate, holding the bat more confidently in his hands.

"Can I steal the prize when he loses?"

Huffing, you looked back at the creep one last time. "Listen, fucker. Not in a million years, would I choose someone like you over him. I don't care if he never makes a hit, or if he ends up bald and sad like you. No one will ever compare to him. Or fuck me as good as he does."

The man turned dark red, choking on his own spit at your last few words. Even Hotch couldn't feel anything but proud of Spencer, despite the overshare.

Spencer heard what you said. He wasn't out of earshot yet when it went down. A smirk was plastered on his face as he tapped the bat down on the plate and raised it, waiting for a pitch.

What happened after was nothing short of a miracle. Spencer hit the ball dead-on, sending it far out where none of the other guys expected him to. He ran through all the bases, sliding in to steal home. The team won because of him.

Derek was lifting Spencer up when you stormed onto the field.

"Spencer!" you yelled, running up to him. Derek quickly put him down, and Spencer immediately went around and picked you up effortlessly, as if he did it all the time.

"Woah, there. Suddenly you're a big, strong athlete, huh?" you laughed, putting your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself in the air. Spencer's hands were cradling you, one on your back and the other under your thigh.

"Absolutely, I am. Did you see me?" His smile was brighter than the sun as he spun you around.

"I did." You leaned down, pulling him into a heated kiss, tipping his hat off to run a hand through his messy hair. "Can't wait to give you your surprise," you said between smaller pecks.

"Ooh. Should I shower first?" He looked down at himself, covered in dirt from sliding across the field.

"No," you shook your head, smirking. "Leave it. I'm kinda digging this rugged look on you."

The adrenaline rush gave him this huge surge of confidence – that, and the fact he knew what you said about him when you thought he couldn't hear. He kissed you again, the hand on your thigh moving to a less respectable place right under your ass. He gave it a firm squeeze, and you squealed in surprise.

"Okay, big man, if this is what you're like after winning, then I think you should play more often," you laughed.

"Only if you come to the games dressed like this every time."

You nodded. "Deal."

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[letterstotheflre]

my drug is my baby

summary: sirius is glad he was patient enough with you and takes part of what he has been craving most

warnings: daddy kink, a smidge of religious references, dacryphilia, overstimulation, fingering and oral sex (fem receiver), innocence/corruption kink

word count: 3.2k

a/n: i kinda hate this now but i think it’s because i read it too many times, idk || i think it's a universal experience to not being able to cum from your own fingers... right?? and we all know that sirius has a crying kink... also i think it’s so hot when they make you thank them for letting you cum, sue me!!

Sirius Black liked to believe he was a patient man when he needed to be.

He was known for being reckless, always jumping into the next adventure without much thought, ready to follow James wherever he went. Most of the time he spoke without thinking, especially if he knew his comments would make his parents red with rage. Sometimes he didn’t even mean what he said, he just spewed whatever progressive or controversial opinion he had in hopes of making his mother’s heart stop beating.

He revelled in making rash decisions, somehow always ending up being benefited by them. He never gave much thought to anything: always doing his homework last minute yet somehow still getting top marks, taking some jokes too far, never taking into consideration other people’s safety unless they were close friends.

Some may call him selfish, but he liked not having to put too much thought into every single action. He spent most of his childhood walking on eggshells, afraid of saying the wrong thing and being punished or worse, Regulus taking the beating for him. But now that he finally escaped the Black family, he enjoyed the freedom that came with leaving Grimmauld Place.

He enjoyed breaking rules and creating chaos. It made him feel mighty, knowing he had the power to make all of those choices, still coming out on top, and see how they affected certain people. Most applauded him, revered him for being so spontaneous and adventurous; others couldn’t stand him, complaining about his mean jabs and sometimes harmful pranks.

Yet he knew how to wait for the things he deemed important or worthy. He knew that it was best to wait for Euphemia’s cherry pie to cool down before eating it, to wait for three days after the full moon to make a werewolf joke to Remus, to wait a few hours after James lost a Quidditch match to suggest a quick trip to The Three Broomsticks. And he knew it was best to wait for you.

Good things come to those who wait, that was his mantra. Of course, most of his restraint when it came to you was because he cared deeply about you and your comfort, but his conscience also drove him to keep his hands to himself. Every time his hands were about to go under your skirt, every time he heard your breathy moans when he kissed your neck, every time you looked at him with pouty lips begging for a kiss and his fingers craved to squeeze your neck, he took a step back. He felt so guilty for tainting something that in his mind was so pure, so he just held you close and peppered your face with kisses until you giggled.

But the thought of you being so untouched and how bashful you looked when he teased you or someone made a sexual comment made him want to ruin your innocence. Something inside him craved to see you tainted, to have you writhing under him as he rolled his hips against yours while you clutched his shoulders. He wanted to take that holiness you had and turn it into something so sinful that there was no way for you to ask for redemption.

And when you opened the door and took the first step, who was he to deny you?

He dragged everything out. Since the day when he taught you how to touch yourself, he wanted to make you wait for every sexual act that followed. He wanted to see how long it would take for you to beg him for some relief.

So today during a lecture when you looked at him with glazed over eyes and begged him to help you relieve the strange ache you felt in your stomach since you woke, he decided to be benevolent and give you some relief. He swiftly moved his hand under your skirt (thanking God that most of your closet consisted of that particular piece of clothing and dresses) and pushed aside your underwear before his fingers made way between your dripping folds. He didn’t enter you, just played with your clit until you had to bite the back of your hand to muffle your moans.

But when you whispered a small “thank you, daddy” and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, the only thing he wanted to do was take you back to his room and press you to the bed until your legs shook and tears ran down your cheeks. His eyes quickly scanned the classroom to make sure no one saw or heard anything, shoulders tense because of your words. All he could see were students with their own glassy eyes as they listened to whatever the professor was talking about. Fucking tease, Sirius thought.

And now, as he watched you on your knees and clutching his leg, lips pouty and cheek nuzzling his jean covered thigh, he was thankful for being patient enough.

“Please, Sirius, they’re back,” you said. He knew exactly what you were talking about, but played dumb as one hand petted your hair. “What’s back, baby?”

“The tingles,” you explained.

“And you need me to fix it, hm?” A small taunt was evident in his tone. “Your hands aren’t enough anymore, right bunny?”

Your cheeks warmed up at the implication, nevertheless, you shook your head. You still managed to make yourself cum, but the way Sirius could play with your clit like an experienced musician and how his big hands moved your hips along his jean covered leg would never compare to your dainty digits. The thought of his big fingers inside of you was enough to increase the tingles, and your hands pressed down on your stomach trying to soothe the pain.

“Please, Sirius, it hurts so bad,” you whimpered.

“Use your words, angel. Be good,” he said. You looked up at him with watery eyes, your mind already slipping and not letting you form too many coherent thoughts. “Please, daddy,” you sniffled.

He kept petting your head. “What do you want, angel?” He asked, looking almost bored with the situation as he listened to your pleads. “Anything,” you whined.

He shook his head, mocking disappointment. “You know you have to ask for what you want, puppy.” Even though he wasn’t angry, honestly a little amused at your desperation, his voice was stern, trying to engrave his rules in your fuzzy brain.

Your hands squeezed his leg, “I need you… down there.”

“You need to be clearer.''

You closed your eyes. You hated being so crass, but Sirius certainly had no qualms about it. “I need you… in my pussy,” you got out. But it wasn’t enough, not for Sirius who longed to ruin every aspect of your innocence. “What do you want, baby? D’ya want my fingers or my tongue?”

“Both,” you whined. Bingo, he thought with a dark smirk that would’ve sent shivers down your spine if you weren’t absolutely drenching and desperate for his touch. “Up you get, puppy,” he said, “lay on the bed f’me.”

You got on the bed right next to him, your head laying on one of your fluffy pillows. Your dress rode up a bit with your movements, but it didn’t really matter, and you pressed your legs together trying to relieve some of the tension while you waited for Sirius to do something. He simply watched you, taking in the image of you wriggling in place and toying with the rings he bought you for your birthday.

You felt a soft touch on your calves, and it gave you a fluttering feeling in your stomach. Sirius’s hands were moving slowly up your legs, nudging them apart without needing much force since you complied immediately. You were about to burst, ready to scream at him to just get on with it, but decided to keep quiet.

One of his hands made its way to the edge of your dress, swiftly going under it and his fingers slightly grazing your clothed pussy. Your hips bucked at the soft touch, but then just as quickly as it came it was gone. “No, come back!” you implored, reaching for Sirius’s wrist but being too slow.

Sirius arched one eyebrow, “What was that?”

“I’m sorry!” you cried out, “M’sorry, I just need you so bad. It hurts.” But Sirius remained where he was, arms now crossed over his chest as he looked at you. His eyes were full of disappointment and you wanted to cry, “What’s gotten into you today? You were so demanding in class before, so bratty, I don’t think you deserve it at all.” He was stretching the truth, you were by far the least bratty person he had ever been with, but he couldn’t help himself when he saw how much his words affected you.

A few tears fell at his words, “No, no, m’not bratty. I’m a good girl, daddy. I promise I’ll be so so good, your best girl! I won’t ask for anything more, m’sorry.'' You were saying anything you could to convince him that you were still his good girl, his angel.

Your lips were quivering and your chest was heaving with sobs you tried to keep inside; babbling apologies and trying to convince him that you would never act like this again, and he finally took pity on you. His hands gripped your ankles and opened your legs so he could lay comfortably between them. He could see a dark patch on your lavender underwear, and he huffed out a laugh with a slightly amused shake of his head. “I forgive you, bunny, but you’ll have to take everything that I give you. D’you think you can do that f’me?”

You nodded eagerly, choking a small ‘thank you’ as you tried to control your breath. He grabbed the ends of your dress and bunched it up over your waist, not bothering to take it off. He licked a strip over your underwear and the combination of his warm tongue with the friction of the cotton cloth was enough to make you mewl.

Sirius could not deny that he had been craving to taste you once more after he licked your fingers clean that day, and now only getting a smidge of your taste from what seeped through your underwear drove him insane. He needed to taste you completely, so he quickly pulled them off and pocketed them in the back of his jeans.

He used his fingers to spread your folds wide open, staring hungrily at all the slick that had gathered. “Oh puppy, look at the mess you’ve already made,” he crooned. “Y’re dripping, d’ya really need me this bad?”

“Yes, so so bad. Please, daddy.” He was so close, his warm breath hitting your wet folds and making you tremble in anticipation.

You watched, using your elbows to raise yourself a little, as he slowly started to take his rings off. “Hold ‘em for me, bunny, don’t want them to get dirty,” he said as he slid his chunky rings into your fingers. The metal dangled a little because of the size difference, so you closed your hands to keep them from falling.

Finally, his tongue made contact with your clit and you sighed in relief. It was followed by a moan when he started to suck on it, making sure to swirl his tongue all around before slurping. He looked like a starved man that finally came into contact with some sweet fruit, moving his head around your pussy to have you gushing on him. The ache in your tummy was slowly decreasing, now replaced with a nice fluttering feeling.

Your whines and moans echoed through his ears, resembling the most beautiful angel choir he had ever heard. He pulled away for a moment, “I’ve been waiting to taste you for days, puppy. S’better than I remembered.”

The more he pushed his tongue inside you, the more your legs shook. You involuntarily closed them, your pillowy thighs acting as earmuffs around Sirius’s head. He let them rest there for a few seconds before pushing them open once more, adding more fervour to his movements, eager to drink your sweet ambrosia.

Your closed fists went to his head, and you opened them a little to grip his hair, trying to ground yourself. “Gonna cum, daddy, can I?” You breathed out. Sirius just hummed, sending vibrations that were enough to make you let go. You tried to close your legs once more, but his shoulders prevented you from doing so. You felt like you were floating, your brain shutting off for a few seconds before returning to earth.

But Sirius didn’t stop moving his tongue, one of his fingers circling your hole before entering you slowly. Just one of his fingers felt like two of yours, even though you knew it wasn’t an accurate comparison. The stretch this time burned more than when you touched yourself, and you whined while shaking your head. “Too much, s’too much.”

Sirius paused for a moment so he could press your legs to your chest with one hand while the other kept moving in and out of you. The sudden switch in position made you gasp, but not as much as when Sirius thrust his fingers hard. “Are you dumb? I told you you had to take everything I gave you. D’you want to make me mad again?”

More tears fell when he curled his fingers, expertly finding that spongy spot inside you that pumped white heat through your veins. The way they twisted resembled a musician fiddling with a harp, your needy whines accompanying them like the main act. “No no, I can take it” you gasped, drowning in bliss as his fingers kept hitting the perfect spots.

You were already so close, Sirius giving you no respite as he quickly pushed his fingers. Your hand gripped his arm, fingertips digging the ink-covered skin. “C-close,” you whined, eyes rolling back and mouth open as you felt the tension ready to break.

“Going to make more of a mess, angel?” he grumbled, and you tried to nod as much as you could in your constricted position. Sirius chuckled, “Dirty little thing. Go on, I’ve got you.”

You whimpered brokenly as he pulled another orgasm from you. It felt like his fingertips were scrapping your insides to drag it out, and your feet dangled in the air as you swung them while trying to grab his wrist to stop him from moving.

Sirius couldn’t tear his eyes from you, with your pretty tears dripping down your cheeks and your chest heaving with small sobs from how good you felt. For him, all for him and only ever for him, because no one had ever touched you like he has and no one else ever would. “You look so pretty like this,” he cooed. “God I love your tears, baby, look how hard you make me.”

Your eyes moved down his body—when had he taken off his shirt? His tattoos splayed over his toned muscles made you clench around his fingers. You adored the small drawings that covered most of his body, they looked so beautiful on him and you just wanted to cry even more at how pretty your boyfriend was. When your eyes moved lower, following his previous instruction, you could see there was already a bulge in his pants that you knew was his cock, and your mouth watered at the thought of it just resting against his stomach like it did the first time you sucked him.

“I wanna feel you,” you cried while stretching your hands to touch him. He let you, your soft palms going over his chest and grabbing his shoulders so you could pull him down. “Kissie,” you breathed, letting his lips hover over yours for a second before kissing you hard and messily. His tongue played with yours and it only added more fuel to the fire inside you.

A moan broke you apart when his fingers resumed their pace, “P-please, no more” you babbled, the stimulation too much to bear.

“How are you gonna take my cock if you can’t take my fingers, hm?” He asked and you whined, his fingers burying themselves up to his knuckles and making your eyes roll back once more. Your mouth was dry from being constantly open, whimpers and moans constantly escaping from the open cavity. “Come on, one more, I know you have it in you. My good girl aren’t you?”

The squelching sounds were so dirty and they rang through your ears,  yet even through your fuzzy mind you could discern the important words, “Y-your good girl,” you managed to get out with a smile, glad to be praised by him.

His other hand pressed down on your legs even more, and now you could see the way the digits moved in and out of you, a slight sheen coating the skin every time they came out. “God, you were right, bunny, you are tight,” he grunted, “I don’t think I’ll ever fit, m’gonna break you.”

At that, your eyes widened. “No no, you’ll fit, daddy!” But he just chuckled at your desperation, “M’gonna break you in half, angel. Do you want that? Do you want me to split you open?”

A small chant of ’yes’ and ‘please’ echoed through the room. You could feel another wave coming, ready to wash over you as your toes curled in anticipation. It was like you were dangling on the edge, your hands holding on for dear life as you tried to hold on, and your moans grew louder and louder with every thrust Sirius gave.

Your clenching walls around his digits were warning enough for him, and he kept his eyes on your form as you struggled to keep it at bay, waiting for his permission. He watched as your ring clad fingers scrambled to the sheets, gripping them tightly as your head moved from side to side. “That’s it, bunny, let go f’me” and with one harsh thrust, you slackened the hold you had on your release and finally let go.

If you felt like you were still on your body you would’ve screamed. A white heat engulfed you as your vision grew hazy, your hips raising of their own accord and aiding Sirius in dragging your orgasm out. You looked so beautiful like this, a sweaty sheen on your skin and now tangled up hair sticking to your forehead. Sirius leant down, tongue cleaning the fallen tears before they dried, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you.

He grabbed your face, squishing your spit covered cheeks. “What do you say, angel?”

With a shuddering breath, you looked into his stormy eyes as he cleaned your release from his fingers with his tongue. “Thank you, daddy.”

You tried to lower your legs, but Sirius kept them in place. You stared at him, confused, yet he was staring at your puffy cunt, all shiny and stretched out for him. A smirk covered his lips as he finally looked at you, “I think y’re finally ready for m’cock, angel.”

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