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hangekitty · 3 years

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hey!!💞 could we get some dating nile hcs? thank you!💞💞

Nile headcanons? Absolutely!

Dating Nile Headcanons

Genre: fluff, a little bit of smut, 18+

Warnings: sex, groping, oral, age gap

Universe: canonverse

A/N: I spoke to hanni-sugar and she specified that this is a f!reader and wanted mostly fluff! I hope you like it 🌸 Listened to ‘On a Clear Day’ by Joe Hisaishi (the Kiki’s Delivery Service) on loop whilst writing this, I know its random but it just kinda feels right haha. I have a lot of love for Nile so don’t mind me. Credit to @sweetfaun for her input 😌

SFW

Just to add a little bit of back story because (why not): It’s been a couple of years since Nile’s divorce with Marie, they split on mutual terms and often find themselves enjoying each other’s company more so as friends. This fortunately means that Nile has no problems in being able to see his daughters whenever work lets him.

This also means that Nile is single and ready to start anew, no more dating and only focusing on his career; that was until you were in the picture

You are the daughter of a black smith, the very one which works with the blades that the Military use for the ODM gear. Due to this partnership, its the commander’s obligation to visit and inspect the storehouse; to see the quality of the blades, any developments and to keep a good relationship with the military’s suppliers.

Commander Nile paid a visit to your storehouse and when he laid eyes on you, he had felt a familiar feeling of butterflies in his stomach. Your father was in the back, working on some blades and you were in the front of the house, where you met the handsome (and nervous) Nile Dok.

To cut to the chase, it was you who propositioned him first, you can imagine how shocked he was at your confidence. You had dated for a couple of months until the both of you had your first kiss; and there we are with those butterflies again!

He is a little traditional, and asks for your fathers blessing to be able to court you; your father was hesitant at first but eventually gave his consent - not that it mattered, you are headstrong and would have done it with or without your fathers permission.

Not going to lie, your father was secretly happy though because Nile is an honourable commander of the military police, basically securing your future; he especially loves to see you happy so its a win win.

Back on track to the dating!!!

This man loves to be touched and to touch! His love language is being able to have his hand(s) on you at any point you’re in the room

Whether this is hand holding, keeping his hand on your back or waist, head pats, hand on your thigh (my guy LOVES your thighs) and just touching or holding anything and anywhere; he loves it.

You are the only person who is allowed to sit or lean on his desk, weirdly enough he treasures his desk and wouldn’t let just anyone use it as a leaning pole or seat.

Nile both loves and worries over how young you are; you are of course old enough to date him but being super hyper aware of your youthful looks, he didn’t want to think that he would just ‘replace his wife with a younger model’. He loves you for you, whether you’re young or not, and you certainly didn’t mind the age gap. Despite his nerves, he finds you extremely attractive and dating you is selfishly a little bit of an ego boost.

Likes to show you off at social events, he loves to spoil you and show everyone how much he loves you. (Think of that one Will Smith picture of him and his wife on the red carpet) that’s Nile with you.

He is usually a grumpy old man, but he has his goofy side that he only likes to share with you. Very mischievous!! Will play harmless pranks on you, just to make you laugh. He is certainly unafraid of being a little weird with you!

Nile very much enjoys music and will often take you to places where live bands perform; whether this is in a tavern or a full on orchestra. If he wasn’t in the military, he would have definitely wanted to become a musician (I don’t know why but I just see it).

Oh boy, if you compliment him, especially on his looks this man will melt like butter. He will certainly stutter and fluster to think up anything other than “you too” or “I-I-I um uhhh thanks I uh love you”.

That being said, he always compliments you. Wearing a new outfit? You did your hair a little differently today? IMMEDIATE compliments and he wouldn’t stop either.

Nile is a little more reserved in public, he has to keep his commander persona but he isn’t shy to be subtle with his affections; as mentioned before he likes to touch you, so in public he would keep his hand on the small of your back or have you hook your hand in his arm.

Don’t ask him about marriage, because there has been many times where he’s considered just proposing to you. Being older, in his mind he would definitely think ‘I NEED TO ASK NOW I’M OLD AND RUNNING OUT OF TIME’ but also being insecure and thinking ‘my first marriage didn’t work out, Y/N will probably leave’. - you wouldn’t but he is a worrier.

Imagine this though, when the two of you dated long enough NILE INTRODUCES YOU TO HIS DAUGHTERS. Like this would be a pretty big step for him, showing you how much he trusts and loves you; also a big gesture to how serious he is about your relationship.

His daughters instantly loving you, asking you to play dress up with them and painting. - just imagine their faces when you paint something beautiful like I can’t even, writing this makes my heart just 😩😭🌸✨

Nile booking time off work to do a family trip to the park or the city with you; his heartbeats are erratic when he sees you spoiling and being good to his daughters.

Nile’s face when someone asks him if he would have a child with you; a mixture between 😨 and 😏

He already has 3 kids, would he want to go through the worry and stress of more? In short, probably, but only if you wanted them.

His favourite time of day is dinner time; especially after having a long day at work. It’s fortunate that you live so close to the Military HQ (Stohess) that he gets to see you quite often. But if you cook him a meal, doesn’t matter that its not the fancy stuff he usually eats, if its from you then it’ll be his favourite meal.

That being said he loves sleeping next to you when you finally get to share a bed with him; morning cuddles are probably his favourite!

Nile isn’t always the most articulate with his feelings, but he is a hopeless romantic and would do and give you anything to show how much he cares. Dates (when he has time), a fancy dinner (which he said he cooked but it being way too gourmet for his abilities), random gifts of love and his personal favourite; writing letters!

It’s his job to write a lot, so he has really nice handwriting. As he isn’t good at expressing his feelings in speech, he can certainly write them down for you. He may even sprinkle in a little bit of poetry in his love letters.

He would learn how to massage you properly, despite you not being the head black smith, you still do work and after a hard day, Nile would give you the best massages. (The fact that he paid a professional masseuse to teach him how to do it just for you, speaks a thousand words)

Use pet names like “angel, sweetheart and love”. Might get a little spicy and call you a minx when you are flirting - behind closed doors that is

NSFW

Okay so in my opinion Nile in the canonverse is probably a little Vanilla, but with a twist. So he won’t have the whips and chains, but he could certainly get rough with you.

At first he would be very nervous, again mentioning the age gap he probably feels a little rusty/insecure with you. But once you’ve done it once, he gains full confidence.

Because he spends most of the day ordering people around and stressing over work, he will probably prefer to sit back a little and let you take the reins. Not to say he’s a selfish lover, he isn’t, but when he’s had a particularly bad day he’d be just happy to receive a blowjob or have some lazy sex.

Speaking of blowjobs, he loves it if he’s sat up in bed and having you lay between his legs and receiving head; it doesn’t have to be anything passionate or energetic, just feeling you around his cock so gently, is *chefs kiss*

If I am being honest, he would either go from forceful and rough to soft and romantic, there is no in between; but when he’s with you, he sees it as making love.

Is not shy to spanking, he likes to see your ass move under each slap.

Although he likes your ass, he probably is a boob guy. Don’t ask why I just get the vibe. So if you are wearing a pretty dress, or even changing clothes he would be like AWOOGA (but respectful ofc)

SOFT MORNING SEX.

He isn’t one to call you names in bed, but if he does it’ll usually be something like “Dove, Kitten or whore” so when you hear him say any of those, you know you are doing a good job

If Nile has had a particularly bad day, he will eat you out as if he’s a starving man. His favourite position is when you are sat on his desk and him sitting in his chair, eye level and lavishing you.

Desk sex is rare (in case of getting caught) but the ego boost that this man would feel would be...lets just say he gets more confident and rougher so expect a few marks after.

A/N: That’s it for now! I may have to elaborate more on Nile NSFW headcanons on another posts 🤔 OR may even write ABC’s for him! So if you want to see more of Nile, or any other character just let me know! I hope you enjoyed!

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heungtanbts · 4 years

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Surprises

jungkook x reader

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Being in a relationship with Jungkook means there’s always something new. Every day you spend with him means one surprise after another, simply because the man is unpredictable. Not in a way that makes you doubt his word or faithfulness to you – he’s rock solid in that respect, thankfully. But he’s unpredictable in a way that makes you excited to see him every time, all the time, whereas with most other people, you’d have to see them in doses and then spend some time away from them.

That’s not the case with Jungkook. He’s the first person you’ve ever felt like you could spend every second with and not get sick of. He truly is the light in your life, and he always keeps things interesting. It isn’t like the man is flying you out to Paris on the weekends for lunch or buying you surprise gifts left and right, but with Jungkook it’s always the new little things you learn about him that makes spending time with him so easy, so wonderful. He makes you incredibly happy, and there’s just never a dull moment with him.

He loves to make you smile, and does it so effortlessly. Goofy, unfiltered energy and happiness is just engrained in the fibers of his being. All he has to do is be himself and that’s enough to cause the most belly aching laughter to spill from your lips, the biggest grin to tear at your cheeks, and for your heart to be so warm and full to the brim. All the little comments he makes, the way he sees things so differently from other people and is so unafraid to be himself just keeps the surprises coming, and you’re amazed that he can still catch you so off guard even after all this time.

This time, as you walk through the front door of your shared apartment, it shocks you to see that he’s home early. But you honestly don’t know if that’s what’s more surprising, or if it’s the fact that he’s standing in the kitchen, willingly, dressed in red basketball shorts, your pink hello kitty apron draped across his naked chest, with a bright purple headband pulling back his long wavy hair, all while fanning at billowing black smoke with a bunny slipper.

Seriously, never a dull day.

“Jungkook,” you say as you kick your foot back to shut the door before strolling into the kitchen. “What in the world are you doing?” His eyes widen comically and he stops fanning for a split second, the bunny’s floppy ears coming to a standstill.

“Uhh, science experiment?” You can barely stifle a snort at his comment.

“I see.” You hum and set your bag down, unalarmed as you peek over into the pot of bubbling, unidentifiable, charred black bits. “Let me guess, either you’ve truly binged too many episodes of Breaking Bad, or you’ve somehow gone way off course with my spicy sausage spaghetti recipe.”

Jungkook scrunches his nose at that, a pout forming on his lips as he lets go of the bunny slipper so it drops onto the floor, stuffing his foot into it more aggressively than necessary. “Welp, that’s the first and last time I ever try surprising you by cooking dinner.” He huffs disgruntledly before glaring at the bubbling black pot, chucking the wooden spoon into it. He reaches behind his head, about to undo the knot of the apron and quite literally throw in the towel when you bring your hands to his arms and lower them, biting back a smile.

“I’m sorry babe, I didn’t mean to make you upset. It’s just,” the grin fully pulls back at the corners of your lips, “you literally never set foot in the kitchen unless it’s to get frozen pizza out of the oven or bug me while I’m cooking for us. I’m just shocked that you’re even in here in the first place.”

His face softens a fraction at that and he lowers his arms, hello kitty remaining untouched as he offers a small shrug. “There’s a higher chance of winning the lottery than me ever getting out of work early, so I figured I’d take the opportunity and try to do something nice for you for once.” Jungkook glances at the pot and raises an eyebrow, “which actually, now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve totally screwed up.” You tilt your head to show him the puzzled look on your face. Although, you’re glad he’s not beating himself up for messing up the recipe, like he sometimes does when he can’t get something right.

“We can sell this toxin to the government to use as chemical warfare and make bank.”

That has you properly snorting and Jungkook grins victoriously at your response, wiggling his eyebrows playfully in the way that is so endearingly Jungkook. Of course he can’t respond like a normal person, that would be just so – not Jungkook.

Shaking your head, you lift the pot and place it into the sink, turning on the water to let the burnt contents soak and bringing a newly filled pot on your way back to the stove. Rolling up your sleeves, you turn to Jungkook with a determined look on your face.

“Well then, let’s have our last meal as common folk before we sell this shit and become millionaires, shall we?” Shooting him a wink, you get an even more dramatic, cheesy one in return, his mouth open and everything, causing you to giggle as you drop a handful of uncooked noodles into the new pot of water. Side by side with your meme man looking like hello kitty threw up on him in some revenge plot of some sort, you walk with him through each step of your special homemade recipe.

“You know,” Jungkook pipes up after a few minutes of silent ingredient prepping, watching you as you skillfully mince a few garlic cloves into tiny pieces, “I love garlic but it’s no wonder why that spicy pungent shit repels even vampires. Gives you hella death breath.”

You roll your eyes playfully, “So what, you won’t kiss me if I eat a bunch of garlic? Is that what you’re saying?” You tilt your head to the side and expect Jungkook, who you’ve come to learn cannot seem to get enough of your lips, to reply with something like whoaa hang on a second, I never said that, babe. But he just leisurely grabs another bulb of garlic and tosses it up and down casually, wearing that trademark smirk of his.

“Since you love it so much, you should eat this entire bulb of garlic – raw.”

Rather than fight back, you give him a half shrug, looking completely unbothered. “That’s fine, I’ll eat this bulb and you can eat the other two. Sound good?”

Jungkook bites his lower lip, still looking like the peak of devastation even though he just lost at his own game. You know you have him there – the man who willingly chooses to sky dive three times in a row, isn’t scared of any horror movie, and lifts weights nearly five times a week for fun, can’t handle spicy very well.

As dinner slowly comes together, it seems as though Jungkook has forgotten he ever made a mistake in the first place. He’s too busy helping you throw ingredients into the boiling pot and making you double over in laughter when he suddenly throws a sausage up in the air, catching it and playfully jabbing it in your sides like a fencing sword, yelling “en garde!” all the while. You also catch him staring into the holes of an empty bulb of garlic, muttering something about trypophobia and “nasty devil holes” under his breath.

Once you both fall into another bout of comfortable silence, he suddenly becomes serious, stirring the simmering pot of sauce like his life depends on it. You watch his side profile as his tongue pokes out of the corner of his lips in concentration, his gaze firmly set on the little popping air bubbles on the surface. He’s so determined, hell bent even, to make sure the sauce isn’t ruined this time. You can see it in the way his eyes quickly flit over to the stove clock and then back to the sauce, back and forth and back and forth, as if taking his eyes off of the sauce for even one second will allow it to change from mouthwatering, spicy goodness to another newly concocted black-market poison that’s ready to kill. He keeps mumbling “2 more minutes, then low heat. 2 more minutes” under his breath, gently stirring the contents while his other hand death grips the handle of the pot.

Even though he loves to joke and mess around, you can tell now that Jungkook’s really trying, and that he really does feel bad for “ruining” this surprise for you. You’ll have to let him know before the evening ends that he hasn’t ruined anything at all. In fact, he’s completely made your day, like he always does. It’s these little moments, little things like this that have you falling deeper and harder for this goofball of a man – your caring and hardworking, wannabe mad scientist. So what if he isn’t the greatest chef out there? You wouldn’t change a single thing about him.

Still admiring his face, you body reacts before your mind can as you reach a hand up to cup his chiseled jaw. His response is automatic and he turns his cheek into your warm palm, nuzzling into it a bit as he continues to stir, those large doe eyes still watching the clock like a hawk. Gently, you thumb at his jawline, admiring his sharp and yet also soft facial features, including the barely noticeable scar on his left cheek and unconsciously, your touch and undivided attention causes a small smile to grow on Jungkook’s face.

“If I was an insanely genius druggie scientist on Breaking Bad, I’d be a pretty hot one, wouldn’t I?” Jungkook comments, his bare chest puffing up beneath the giant hello kitty face. You can’t help but laugh at the sight as you slip your arms under the apron and around his waist, pressing your body into his warmth.

“Only if you wear this hello kitty apron, then yes. You’d be absolutely smokin’.”

He wriggles his eyebrows again. “You know what they say – the kitty maketh the man.”

Before you know it, 2 minutes are up, as Jungkook has perfectly timed, and the sauce is ready to be plated over the noodles. As you set the plates of hot spaghetti down on the table, you turn to look at Jungkook who has sat down in one of the chairs, hello kitty present as well, and is not smiling anymore. He’s staring at the dishes of warm noodles with steaming red cream sauce on top with such distaste, and you know it’s not because he doesn’t find the food appetizing. The sight of him has you automatically reaching over to rake your fingers through his hair, almost accidentally pushing the purple nike headband off his head.

“Jungkook, stop it. It’s fine, love, really.”

His lips pull down into a grim line. “I just really wanted to surprise you and make dinner for you for once… You’re always cooking for us.” Giving a strand of his hair a tug, he finally looks up at you with now sad doe eyes, like he’s truly disappointed in himself. That’s when you realize you were wrong – he’s probably been silently beating himself up this whole time and cracking more jokes than usual to try and make up for all of this. Even though there really isn’t any reason to.

Scooting his chair back, you settle into his lap and wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing a warm kiss to his forehead before backing away to look at him. Luckily, the frown on his face has softened dramatically and his eyes are lighting up more than just a moment ago.

“You putting in all this effort for me is more than enough, Kook-ah. You finally got off work early for the first time in like, a hundred ninety years, and you decided to use that time to surprise me?” You shake your head in disbelief, “I don’t deserve you, really. Thank you.”

Without giving you even a moment to breathe, Jungkook abruptly pulls you closer to him, pressing his lips against yours urgently but gently, his large, warm hands holding your hips securely and molded against his body. A flick of his tongue against your bottom lip grants him access as you sigh into him, hands making their way up his shoulders, neck, and finally curling into his dark locks. He switches between gentle bites and caressing touches that have you feeling weak, and you’re thankful you chose to sit in his lap or else your knees might’ve given out by now. With every brush of his soft flesh against yours, you can hear everything he wants to but isn’t able to say easily with words – I’m sorry, but thank you, I love you. And it’s all more than enough for you, he’s more than enough for you.

Just as a knot of warmth starts to form in your stomach, he pulls away, a little bit breathless and flushed but looking so much more content and at peace than before. Thumbs stroke at his warm cheeks as fingers run up and down your back absentmindedly, the air between you quiet but not unnerving. He just makes you feel loved, so loved. Another moment to add to your endless list of “reasons to love Jungkook” list.

Tilting his head to the side, Jungkook gives you a small smile, the tips of his bunny teeth making an appearance. “I can make pretty a bomb ass chili.” Genuinely surprised, you raise your eyebrows at him. Such a Jungkook thing to say in a moment like this.

“Can you now?” You play along, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. He nods eagerly before giving you a pointed look.

“But only mild chili, nothing flavored like the devil’s asshole or whatever insane spicy level you usually like.” A laugh rings clearly from your lips that has him wearing a bright grin, and his hands reflexively tighten on your hips.

“I’m good with that,” you say with another lingering laugh, grinning right back at him, “next time?”

Jungkook kisses the tip of your nose before resting his forehead against yours, and you swear you feel your heart hiccup for a second. His kisses will always do that to you. His little quirks will always catch you off guard in the most pleasant way possible. Jungkook’s presence will always make you feel like you’re truly living your best life, because it’s Jungkook – and you are too far head over heels for him.

“Next time for sure.”

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lovely-angst · 5 years

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your sadness; your praise

Staring at you from his bed, the textbook in his lap was no longer being read as Bakugou averted his attention towards you instead. Humming softly to yourself, you were on the floor of his room folding his laundry as you also organized the clothes in his closet.

You had asked if you could come over to hang out with him only to have him reply with an, “I’m busy studying so I won’t give you any attention, but come over if you want,” and so that’s why you were currently doing his laundry.

“Hmm, how should I do this? I think I’ll hang it up? Yeah, that way there will be no wrinkles,” you said to yourself softly as you gently inserted a coat hanger onto the item clothing. “How cute, it’s been a while since he’s worn this.”

Bakugou’s full attention was on you as you occupied yourself with his clothing and he would be lying if he didn’t think it was cute. You looked so happy doing something so small and simple.

When he thinks about it, you were so goofy and silly and loud. Short-circuited, clumsy but unafraid of the world; Bakugou liked that about you.

“And that’s the last shirt!” You exclaimed as you hung up the last hanger, taking a step back to admire your work. “I think it looks good, I did a good job.”

Hearing Bakugou’s textbook shut behind you, you turned around to find him staring at you before his eyes glance toward his newly organized closet and fresh laundry.

“It looks good,” Bakugou complimented, “You did a good job.”

Your eyes lit up and your face flushed with a shy but cheeky smile, “Really? I’m really glad,” you say flustered, your smile growing with each second.

It was something so small, but Bakugou seemed to notice it.

You got so happy whenever he complimented or praised your work, no matter how many times you praised and complimented others. Your smile made his heart skip a beat and he found himself studying you a little more.

As Bakugou walked towards the school gate at the end of the day, he stopped to admire how nice you looked with the sunset hitting your cheeks and hair. You were watching some birds on the sidewalk curiously. Bakugou smiled with the roll of his eyes, you would be intrigued by some random birds walking around.

“Katsuki! Come on let’s get going!” You chirped as you focused your attention on the male walking towards you. “I can’t wait for you to try my home cooked meal. I’ll make it extra good so that you can have the energy to do the hero training you were talking about.”

The whole walk to your house, you continued to tell Bakugou’s stories. He didn’t mind the stories, in fact, he liked it when you talked to him, he liked hearing your stories even if he looked annoyed on the outside.

“Do you ever just walk in silence?” He asked in tone rougher than he had meant for. Your eyes widened slightly and you stopped mid-sentence before you smiled at him and looked to the ground in shame. “Sorry, I’ve been talking too much.”

‘Damn it, I made her sad.’ He didn’t mean for you to stop talking, he didn’t think you were annoying, he was just curious if you always told stories.

“Hey, I didn’t mean for you to stop talking about whatever it was you were talking about,” Bakugou starts but you shake your head, “No, it’s okay. People usually stop listening to my stories halfway through anyway, I’m used to it.” You say with a sad smile and now Bakugou felt like shit.

“But it’s okay because we’re almost home! Come on!” You take his hand and quickly drag him around the corner to your house before walking inside. “I’m home!” You exclaimed as you set your bags down and offered Bakugou a place at the kitchen table.

“I’ll get started right away! I don’t want to keep you hungry,” you state as you hand him a cup of water before you rush around the kitchen trying to get everything prepared.

As the hour passed by, Bakugou watched as you put your heart into making him a meal. You looked invested into what you were making and sometimes you would smile at what you were proud of. Sometimes Bakugou found himself chuckling at your little mistakes that got you scolding him, but that’s just what he loves about you.

“Here you go, eat up!” You say happily as you slide a plate of spicy tonkatsu curry towards him. “I’ve made it once before in the past, but I hope I could do this one justice for you! I also made it a little spicier because I know you like spicy foods!” You chuckle as you took a seat infront of him.

“(Name)! Your mother called from the other room, “Yes?” You called out as Bakugou took a scoop of the curry and rice into his mouth,‘It’s great’.

“I’ll be back, don’t wait for me okay?” And with that, you stood up and disappeared from his sight. Bakugou felt a little lonely eating the meal alone in silence but the thought that you made this meal for him made him feel a little better.

After a couple minutes, Bakugou could hear muffled yelling through the walls and he could tell it wasn’t your voice. Clenching his teeth, he got up and walked over toward the room, standing by the bathroom as an excuse in case someone walked out of the room.

“You’re so clueless! There’s really nothing in that brain of yours, that’s why you forget everything I tell you, honestly,” your mother sighs heavily after the scolding. “How many times do I have to tell you?” Your mother once again goes over the list of chores with specific directions.

Hearing someone walk toward the door, Bakugou hurried to shut the bathroom door and pretend to wash his hands as he hears your footsteps walk over to the kitchen. After what seemed like a long minute, Bakugou walks out of the bathroom quietly and when he sees you wipe away small tears, he feels his heartbreaking once more.

“Oh, Katsuki! Are you done with the food?” You question, changing your expression for him. “Yeah, thanks. It was good.” Your face lightens up and you give him the sweetest of smiles, “Really? I guess my hard work paid off!”

There it was again. That smile whenever you got praised.

The two of you washed the dishes together in a comfortable silence, but he wondered why you didn’t take that opportunity to tell him another story. Looking at the clock, you squeaked before grabbing your sweater.

“It’s getting dark, let me walk you to the station,” you start but Bakugou shakes his head, “No, I can walk by myself. You stay here,” he starts, but freezes when you grab his arm firmly, “I want to walk with you.”

No way he can resist you saying that to him.

The walk to the station was rather silent. Sneaking glances towards you, you looked slightly lost and the grip of your hand in his was weak before your eyes refocused and you spoke up.

“One of the most hurtful thing I remember happening to me was during hero training,” you randomly start and Bakugou turns to glance at you, “I had worked extra hard, but because I was new to the hero course, I was struggling compared to the other students.”

“Even though I was struggling that day, I felt pretty good on the certain training we were learning. And when we had to work in teams, I was confident I could help out my teammates,” Bakugou listened quietly to your story as you explained it the best you could, struggling with wording your thoughts.

“A teammate and I locked eyes and I thought she was going to call out to me for help, she looked away and called on my other teammate instead. I felt really hurt because I knew I could’ve helped. I was unsure if the outcome would’ve been positive if I helped, but really thought that was my chance.” You furrowed your brows sadly and slowed your walking to a stop.

“They didn’t trust in me and it still hurts me to this day.”

Bakugou stared at you quietly as your lips trembled and you squeezed his hand tightly. There was something you were holding alone deep inside of you that you couldn’t tell, but it was hurting you.

“Why am I so stupid, Katsuki?” You ask, your head raised and your eyes finally meeting his. Tears fogged your vision as you choked back a sob, “I’m so weak and annoying and I can never do anything right can I?”

“I’m always messing things up for people and I can never shut my mouth,” You confess as you bring your arms up to cover your eyes as you bawled in the middle of the street. “I'm never going to do great things, I’m just a screw-up!”

Bakugou really wanted to comfort you. He wanted to hold you in his arms and tell you everything you are and how you’re nothing short of amazing, but all he could do was watch you cry.

His body froze as you spilled every emotion and everything you held back. There was more to you than his happy-go-lucky little girlfriend; you had your own problems that you were dealing with alone. You felt alone.

Slowly, he reached out to you and pulled you against his chest, wrapping his strong and warm arms over you as he rubbed your back as you cried in his chest. “I may not be able to do much for you, but I’m always listening,” Bakugou says quietly, trying his hardest to make you feel better.

After a few minutes, you quiet down and he feels you relaxing against him. “Is this because your mom yelled at you?” He asked and you flinched, “You heard?” You let out a small sigh, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to go all emotional on you like that.”

“Is that why you get all happy whenever I praise you?” Bakugou asks and you look up at him confused. “I’ve started noticing how happy you’ve been getting whenever I praise you for the small things. You just look so damn happy when I acknowledge your hard work even if it’s just your hair growing.”

“I am pretty happy my hair is growing,” You chirp and Bakugou smiles, “See? Like that,” Your eyes hold his gaze and the smile stays on your lips. “It’s pretty fucking cute when I see you excited over the praise I give you,” he whispers over your lips before sneaking in a small kiss.

“I don’t get much praise, so it feels good when I know I’m doing something right rather than being scolded for doing something wrong,” you confess as you lean into his body more. “It makes me feel like I am doing good.”

Your eyes sparkled like stars and your cheeks glowed a beautiful hue as you smiled up at him with those pretty pink lips of yours. You looked genuinely happy being right here in his arms and Bakugou felt proud he was able to make you happy like this.

This was his reward; your praise.

Bakugou couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips as he squeezed you, spinning you slightly. He was happy too, extremely happy. “You make me go fucking mad over you sometimes,” he confesses as he sets you down, “But I’m all up for it.”

You giggle before tiptoeing closer to him, “Me too.”

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Sam, I want to know about The Liquid Years.

Oh wow! Buckle up! lol I’m just gonna cut into the story like you know it all, but you have a good understanding of my more commercially viable band So there was a time after/during my high school band breaking up back in the day where I felt super frustrated as a musician. I had hit that mental block where I couldn’t progress further with my guitar playing ability. It was incredibly frustrating. Around the same time, I started making music with a good friend & old member of the band who had moved away, but was now back again (he’s in 99 Spirits, too). We hadn’t recorded or made any music in years. He was really getting into weird drone stuff at the time. I remember he had recorded a piece for his viola that was a drone played through different speakers & a radio channel, and was repeated back again but off by 2 seconds. I was really getting into noise stuff as well. We had just sorta heard Metal Machine Music. We were like 20/21 years old. Yes, we wanted to make music again, but I think our aim at the time was to unlearn everything we had learned as musicians. scales, melodies, structure. We set out to make music that was played WRONG. When there was an instinct to go left, we’d go right. When a melody would start, we would try to off-put it. It was a hell of a lot of fun to basically just deconstruct all we had learned as teenagers. Granted, he is a much better musician than me, but he always keeps me on my toes, as well. What sprung out of it was a decade long collaboration of getting together periodically & makin’ some noize. We would maybe do so once or twice a year. All of this was taking place while I was as solo artist, & frankly, i don’t think i would have progressed or grown as a musician if I hadn’t had the experience of Lil’ Piece of Shit. It made me look at my songs, be unafraid to break them apart, try something new, try something wrong, and see what came out of it. I also became much better at simply playing guitar and creating more interesting things. I can remember having a connect-the-dots moment in my brain where guitar was suddenly just...easier for me. The first song on the “album” was the very first thing Skott & I recorded again after a few years of no music together. I still think it’s one of my favorite things I’ve ever made. It’s gleefully wrong. lol There are more recordings I couldn’t release because Skott’s ex-wife plays on them and we kinda agreed that we should leave that stuff out, it isn’t a big deal, but one song in particular i really wish others could hear. Eventually my solo stuff got too weird to just be solo, & I needed a band behind it, making it big and loud and great (as we gelled into a more democratic band as time went on with 99 Spirits) but i would be remiss if I didn’t say that making those noize songs with Skott change the whole course of my musical life. I almost doubt Skott and I would even be making music today if it weren’t for it. ...and definitely, there would be no 99 Spirits. My favorite memory is when we recorded Grand Sandwich. Skott had just gotten a divorce & we officially could be as loud as we wanted in his house. Now, Skott lived literally feet away form the local police station & for some reason they really liked him. I think it’s because the people before who lived there were horrible but having a super nice goofy neighbor was much more preferable. It was like 7pm and we turned up our amps as loud as we could, we just let the guitars hum and seer into the walls. I remember the house was shaking. Not long after we recorded the song, I remember the police knocking on the door. It was open, but the screen door was closed. There was wafts of pot smoke coming out the door directly into the police officer’s face hah He basically wanted me to move my car, cause I was slightly blocking a drive way. Such was life back in the day. Hey thanks for asking about it! It’s a big part of my progression that most people wouldn’t understand. :)

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thecitysorrowbuilt · 6 years

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Cry

"Since the passage of the Differently Powered Americans Act in 1989, relations between the newly designated 'perdos' and powertypicals have improved markedly. Where previously perdos were viewed with disdain and fear by the majority of the populace, now both groups live side-by-side, unafraid. By ensuring equal treatment under the law and instituting government oversight over powered vigilante activity, the DPAA stands up today as a shining example of compromise between two groups who have historically faced difficulty seeing eye-to-eye."

Jeremy chewed the inside of his cheek and shot a glance around the room. Only Cheyenne seemed to be even interested in the documentary, that is assuming it was notes she was writing down and not just random scribbling.The rest of the team by turns stared at the clock, considered the inside of their eyelids or examined their fingernails. Generally speaking, Human-Perdo relations was not that bad of a course, at least it was easy, but these documentaries always seemed to rub Jeremy just a little bit the wrong way. It was amazing how the pleasant voiced man narrating could be so quick to forgive decades and decades of mistreatment, glossing over it as if it was some far off dark age and not merely a few generations removed. Jeremy steepled his fingers and popped his knuckles, earning a shush from Greenstar at the back of the room. He hadn't asked to be roped into all this. Half the time he wished his parents had just followed through on their threat of shipping him off to a military school for kids with powers. The rest of the time he shivered and wondered if it was true the things he'd heard about those schools, how kids got listed as run aways so they could be turned into human weapons and used against the Soviets. Being a member of the Youth Vanguard wasn't terrible really, when compared to other options. It just wasn't fair that while some teens got lucky and were assigned to good teams, with good leadership, Jeremy had somehow wound up on one of the 'problem' units. These were kids that either had shit powers, shit families, or shit attitudes. He told himself that he was here because of the latter, although at night the thought popped into his head that maybe it was his ability after all. He'd push these thoughts back and back, but they always lingered on waiting for the right moment to attack. He told himself that what sent him here was his conduct record, and that it was nothing a little hard work and positivity couldn't fix. Not that these were things that came easily to him. He looked over at Cheyenne hoping to meet her eyes. She didn't even notice, remaining enrapt in the exciting tale of how normals in their profound generosity had given up on exterminating every single perdo. Jeremy looked back down, his hands callused and his nails bitten low. 'Maybe this will be good for me,' he whispered to himself. Mercifully the documentary ended soon, and everyone was allowed to stand and stretch. Jeremy stifled a yawn as he rolled his neck, mentally patting himself on the back for good behavior. Greenstar and Catcher, their assigned mentors, came to the front of the classroom and collected the question sheets they had passed out earlier. Catcher spoke first. "Alright, now that that's out of the way. Was there anything in that video anyone found particularly surprising?" Completely unsurprisingly, Cheyenne's hand was the only one to go up. "Ms. Hererra." "I had read before about the riots in 1987, but I had no idea it was so violent! So many people died just because they were born different." Her voice started off excited, but trailed off. Catcher nodded slowly in agreement while Greenstar crossed his arms. "Anyone else?" In comparison to Catcher's even tone, Greenstar's voice always seemed harsh to Jeremy's ears. "Mr. Harris?" Jeremy blinked his eyes automatically at hearing his surname, then looked down to his desk and back up. "Well, uh, I thought that it was interesting that perdo became the preferred word when the DPAA got passed, but now it's such a controversy if we should keep it or not." Everyone sat in silence for a second. From the corner of his eye, Jeremy saw Liam flash him a thumbs up and a goofy grin. Before one of the adults could respond, his hand went up too. Hesitantly, Catcher called him. "Mr. Bernard.." "I learned," Liam began excitedly, "that Jeremy actually can stay awake during an in-class movie." Silence persisted only for a second before the class set to giggling. Jeremy's face burned and he pursed his lips. Catcher clapped his hands loudly and everyone sat at attention. "Hilarious. Don't do it again, Bernard. Class is dismissed, but as I'm sure you're all aware we have combat training at 4:30. Go to your dorm, change, get ready, come back." As soon as that sentence ended, Jeremy felt himself jamming all his papers into his bookbag, zipping it in one motion and rushing toward the door. He tried to beat the rush, but his desk sat at the far edge of the classroom, so he was unable to make it far down the hall before encountering conversation. "That was pretty funny, right?" Liam said to him, grabbing his shoulder as he walked up behind him. Jeremy rolled his eyes. Connie stepped beside them and smirked. "Don't do it again Mr. Bernard", she quoted, punching him lightly in the stomach. Even still Liam gasped and bent with the blow, releasing Jeremy. "I just don't see why Greenstar has to always call me out. As if I'm the only one other than Teacher's Pet who doesn’t want to be here." Connie shot a look of pure death at him. "Be nice," she said, pulling back her arm, "Or else." Jeremy licked his lips nervously and nodded. "Yeah, alright. I'll put it on my to-do list." Shooting a glance over his shoulder he saw Cheyenne still hadn't left the classroom, and Eric was dragging his feet behind them, completely unhurried. Strange, because his power required the most downtime before it could be used effectively. While many abilities could operate with no buildup necessary, Eric needed to spend a fairly decent amount of time holding onto something hot in order to charge up his heat beams. Normally this took the form of him sitting next to the stove in the dorm he shared with Liam and Jeremy, one hand gripping the red hot element, the other lazily flipping through channels. The dorms were really only supposed to accomodate two YV members, but because of the nature of their team as a 'problem' unit, all three of the boys on the team had been forced to share one room. At first it had been a hassle, but over time they had fostered an uneasy peace, going so far as to make a schedule so no one had to sleep on the futon more than one night in a row. This was not to say the bunks were appreciably more comfortable, but in the minds of the roommates, sleeping on the couch permanently while the other two got the beds would be a clear sign of submission. It had been Liam's idea, ever diplomatic. He had told Jeremy once that he was the middle of seven siblings, and it showed. Eric on the other hand was like a smooth stone, not difficult to deal with, but unmoving. He kept to himself mostly, preferring to watch tv or listen to music, but if one of the others challenged him he was quick to lash out. So long as everyone followed the rules and he understood and agreed to them, he was a perfectly amicable dormmate. The three had been living together for almost a month now, but Jeremy still felt sometimes that he barely knew either of them. On their second week, the three had sat together playing cards and Liam had raised the topic of how they all ended up there, half jokingly. When silence reigned he volunteered that he had always wanted to be in the YV, and that he had actually had to beg his parents to let him go to try and be a hero. He laughed when telling the story but it was obvious that hurt sat just below the surface. Jeremy had gone next, telling them after tripping a teacher at his old school and using his powers mischeviously, his parents had forced him to join, giving over the other option as Perdo Military school. What he hadn't said was that he had been pleased, because he had been trying to get away from home for years unsuccessfully. Both of them turned their glance to Eric, who all the time had been studying his hand of cards. Feeling their gazes, he looked up and regarded them with his deep grey eyes. One corner of his mouth twitched to the side before he spoke. "I burned someone."

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electric-angel-wings · 7 years

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Diakko Week Submission - Day 2

First casual Date

As much as Akko appreciated her newfound access to formal affairs with all that fancy British food and fizzy drinks, Akko had been getting tired of table manners and began needing more relaxed time with Diana. Her favorite time was when they fell asleep together at night, whether Diana chose to sleep in Akko’s arms or if Diana let Akko sleep against her, or no contact at all; Akko loved the relaxed, calm moments. When they awoke, the witch in training always received a morning kiss. All she had to do was ask nicely.

Akko had brought up the idea of a relaxing day together instead of a night out in stuffy rooms, watching Diana talk with other people and occasionally dancing together. She had mentioned how she was aware that she wasn’t of noble birth, and she was getting tired of all the odd stares from across the room. The young men always glared at Akko, and she enjoyed showing the beautiful girl off. Even more so, she enjoyed stealing the esteemed Cavandish’s heart by wearing a particularly stunning dress, or if she felt like maybe getting some special alone time in the restroom or in one of the back rooms, she would go out of her way to wear a suit and tie.

Diana had agreed happily to a normal, laid back date down in the town just below the main Wayline of Luna Nova. She enjoyed seeing her girlfriend look nice, but there was something so undeniably charming about the way Akko seemed when she was relaxed. The girl was so loose and free and happy; so happy and carefree in fact that it resonated with Diana, sometimes transferring the feeling to the ever-proper girl.

Akko woke up late the day of their date which was completely expected. Diana had learned to roll with the time she was given. As Akko rushed about, trying to get ready so her date didn’t have to wait, Diana spent some extra time in the bathroom, making sure every strand of hair was correctly placed, her makeup was perfect, and to top everything off, she used a certain kind of perfume that she knew Akko loved. She thoroughly enjoyed making Akko flustered, and with the right scent and right amount of care into her appearance, it created the perfect mixture to make Akko be quiet for more than ten seconds.

When Akko met Diana in the courtyard, the casual girl was wearing a normal outfit. Seeing her in anything outside Luna Nova required dress code was lovely to Diana. Akko was very cute.

As Akko had expected, Diana still dressed as if she were going to something semi-formal. She knew how Diana didn’t wish to break the illusion of always being perfect, but it didn’t matter to Akko what she wore or what she looked like. She would always be perfect for her.

Diana was standing with her back towards Akko, looking up at the statue that had been in the yard for centuries.

“Wow, Diana…” Akko said to grab her attention.

When the girl turned to face Akko, Diana’s desired effect hit her almost violently, and Akko froze up gripping the strap of her satchel bag across her chest tightly. Diana smiled lightly and ran her fingers through her hair.

“You look cute.” She said, proud of herself for making Akko so flustered.

“I’m cute, but you’re stunning,” Akko replied, giddy.

“Together we’re a very attractive couple, wouldn’t you agree?” Diana smiled, holding out her arm for the other girl to take.

“Very attractive. For sure!” Akko grinned, bursting with happiness.

They returned back inside the school and made their way out to the front, arms linked. Diana had a way of making Akko feel very special and important. When they went out to formal affairs, the esteemed Cavendish mingled with other people, but always naturally found her way back to Akko. In a relaxed setting, Diana stood out among the crowd and to say that someone as magnificent as her was Akko’s and Akko’s alone was almost too good to be true. Sometimes the little witch woke up in the morning and would have moments where she forgot that she and Diana were dating since it was almost too good to be true. It was an impossibility that she could have never dreamed of acquiring.

Among the students at Luna Nova, Diana and Akko’s relationship had been gradually accepted. Although some girls of their own resented Akko, just like the men at the parties the two went too, they were welcomed and actually held to a higher point as an attractive couple. Everyone thought that they were a good balance for one another. Diana agreed.

Akko and Diana moved outside, appreciating the clear spring morning sun. As they hopped aboard their brooms, Diana nodded to Akko and the younger witch recited the magic words that lifted her from the ground to fly. It had been a while since Akko had finally learned how to fly properly, and she had been practicing ever since she had found that she could. Akko could stay suspended for a long amount of time before the magic gave out, and it was definitely enough time to get her to the town.

As they moved through the magical passageway together, Akko couldn’t help but catch a few glimpses of Diana as she talked to her about the most recent book she was reading. She was too beautiful for her own good.

The two landed and placed their brooms in the small building where the Weyline let out, and began walking down towards the town together. Akko nudged Diana’s arm and held out her hand for the other girl to take. Diana gave her a small smile and unabashedly held the other girl’s hand down into town and through it as well.

Diana had, of course, thought of how Akko wasn’t of noble blood and what it might look like to her peers. She imagined herself to be more concerned with that sort of thing when it came to the person she would eventually date, but when it came to Akko, nothing truly mattered other than Akko and her happiness. Diana had begun to learn that it doesn’t matter where someone is from or who a person’s father or mother is. One can be capable of being an amazing, life-changing person. And Akko was just that person.

They walked along the road, Diana feeling very relaxed to have Akko touching her hand. The two passed by several shops, debating amongst each other on whether or not they should go in. The library was Diana’s pick and Akko gladly went along, content to watch her browse the shelves for any new kinds of books that might catch her eye. Unafraid of Akko judging her for skimming through the fantasy romance section, Diana ran her fingers across the spines of the books and absentmindedly turned her head to look at Akko who was staring at her with a goofy smile on her face.

“Would you like to pick out a book?” Diana asked with a smile, “You can use my library card.”

How cute…she had a library card.

“Sure!” Akko smiled, then moved closer to her and began to look at the books in her particular section. Akko looked and looked for one that sounded good and pulled some from the shelves, looking at the covers of each before putting them back. Diana smiled at her as she did so and gently reminded her that another good way to select a book would be by reading the blurb on the back. Akko turned a few books over and shook her head before she reached the end of the shelf. Then, without thinking, moved to the next one.

Diana bit her lip as she watched Akko through the small gap between the books and top of the shelves. She had unknowingly moved into the horror section, and Diana hoped that Akko would be smart and wouldn’t pick out a scary book. Diana, at the same time, also hoped she would pick out a scary book because the proper, reserved, esteemed Cavendish liked to make Akko feel safe, protected, and comfortable in bed. She enjoyed holding her in the quiet of the night.

“Hey Diana! I found one!” Akko shouted, breaking the thoughts of the flushed Diana who jumped and rolled her eyes as Akko was immediately met with shouts of “BE QUIET” and savage hushing from the librarian.

“Jeez.” Akko sighed, rounding the corner and moving up to her date. She held out the book proudly with a grin and as Diana read the title she pressed her lips together.

“Akko you found probably one of the scariest horror books ever written.”

“Aw it can’t be all that scary.” Akko grinned, waving it in Diana’s face,“It’s just a book!”

It was very clear that Akko didn’t read much.

“Well…if you want to read it, you can. Just don’t wake me up at three in the morning because you’re scared and can’t sleep.” Diana told her, knowing full well that that’s what would happen and finding joy in the fact that it would in the near future. Akko nodded and held onto the book as Diana finished her browsing.

The librarian, who knew Diana well, gave her a strange look as she checked out her books and handed her back her library card. Akko couldn’t wait to hold Diana’s hand again, and she took it once again as soon as they left the building.

The magic café was always a must-stop. They stepped inside and greeted the owners who knew them by name, and began to browse the usual selection of magical items. Diana made a mental note of the things Akko really wanted as she fawned over all the unique items. They sat down together at the little café section of the store and Diana got herself some tea, and bought Akko her favorite hot chocolate much to the delight of Akko who always made sure she paid Diana back, even though she didn’t really need it.

The girls sat together and Akko told Diana the story of the time when she, Lotte, and Sucy crashed Andrew’s party and how it all started here with the dresses. Diana laughed, remembering the feeling of the love bee’s sting. In a sudden realization, Diana thought that the enamored feeling she felt then wasn’t much different than how she felt at that very moment, enjoying her time with Akko. Diana appreciated Akko and her company…Akko appreciated how Diana was even with her. A casual date was definitely a good way to go.

When they finished their drinks and left the store, they made their way down the main street, window shopping together. Akko stopped outside a boutique and giggled at the funny looking hats in the window. Diana smiled at her as the other girl began talking about how she didn’t understand why people would wear those silly hats, especially royalty.

Diana, ever watching her date for clues for potential gifts in the future, found Akko’s commentary of each shop highly amusing. As they walked together, Akko squeezed Diana’s hand and swung their arms back and forth absentmindedly, making Diana smile. They passed a solitary ice cream truck that was parked on the side of the street and Akko halted, turned and left Diana to grab something from the truck. Diana waited patiently since she knew how much Akko loved ice cream and she didn’t mind waiting.

“Here!” Akko smiled at her, holding out the chocolate ice cream cone with a chocolate flake at the top, “Share with me!”

The idea of indirect kisses flustered the both of them as they took turns licking the ice cream. They sat down on a bench and fell into a comfortable silence. Dana let Akko have the chocolate flake. It was a few moments later that Diana noticed that Akko had some chocolate on the corner of her lip. The girl looked left and right, then forward and behind her…then pulled Akko out of the bench and rushed her into an alleyway just out of sight. Akko immediately began questioning her to which Diana silenced her by lifting a hand to cup Akko’s cheek.

Akko’s flustered excitement at this sudden advance translated to Diana and the taller girl said quietly, “You have some ice cream left on your mouth.”

And without further talk, she leaned forward and gently licked the ice cream from Akko’s lip. Akko squeezed her eyes shut and lifted her arms to place over Diana’s shoulders, tilting her head and letting Diana kiss her full on the mouth. Diana hugged Akko’s chest and received a shiver down her back.

When Diana let go, Akko sighed in pleasure and pulled her into a full hug, smelling that wonderful perfume and resting against her.

“Thank you...” Akko said into Diana’s neck. The taller girl hugged her back and silently kissed her ear, making Akko shiver and giggle. Diana then moved away from Akko and took her hand, leading her back out onto the street. Akko remained in a dreamy daze while Diana smiled smugly to herself.

When they finished their time together in the town, they made their way back to the weyline and grabbed their brooms. They had both begun to grow quiet then, casting each other glimpses that were easily read. Akko yawned sleepily on the way back to Luna Nova and so did Diana.

Luna Nova was washed in a midday sunlight and both of the tired girls slipped away to Diana’s room together where the proper girl let Akko take her back into Diana’s small space and pull her into bed with her. Diana was glad to rest against her partner and both of them passed in and out of sleep together, napping in the cool darkness of Diana’s room, the midday sun blocked out by the closed blinds.

That night, as Diana had expected, Akko returned to her room in the very early hours of the morning, scared to death, and needing someone to hold her…to which Diana wholeheartedly accepted.

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