#but i lov bittersweet >:3

[baeshijima]

okay no but after the dain archon quest im now back to all the angst fic brainrots i have for him, but after the lore reveal in the quest i now have another idea 🐥

#sophie talks : concepts <3 #grrr hes so angstable and bittersweet and hjggsfdd #i lov he (dain) 🫶 he is my muse 🫶

[oshiawaseni]

Trails of Love Hori's been paving down in the build up for the series' ending

Part II: Decoding the love story being told through other characters

Part One | II. Gentle/La Brava | Part Two -> KamiJirou

.•° ✿ 3. KiriMina ೋღ

Kirishima and Mina have been acquainted since middle school and are tied together with themes of admiration. They also have a lot of other parallels with BkDk and Horikoshi's purpose behind these similarities became even more intriguing with the addition of chapter 383. This chapter came while I was still writing the Hori trails meta so it's inclusion is a bit of happy accident, but it helps reinforce our understanding of what Hori is up to.

I've always been interested in KiriMina because they're the only other pair besides BkDk that have history together which pre-dates U.A. So I was curious about where Hori was going to take them.

In this meta I will be exploring many similarities and parallels between KiriMina and BkDk, as well as share my thoughts on Horikoshi's intention in writing them this way.

These are some of their similarities:

They knew each other before U.A just like BkDk

Kirishima lacked bravery/confidence like Izuku

Kirishima admired Ashido's confidence and bravery like Izuku did for Kacchan

When Kirishima entered U.A he aimed to be more confident and personable, just like Ashido, in the same way Izuku wanted to be like Kacchan and copied his confidence and movement style.

Chapter 383 reveals Ashido also struggles with feelings of weakness and blames herself for the death of Midnight and others in the war, in much the same vein as Kacchan's guilt he felt about being an end to All Might's hero career because of his "weakness".

Kirishima admired Ashido's ability to connect and bring people closer together and he wanted to have that same influence on their classmates at U.A. Aizawa once described BkDk as the heart of his class who instilled their passion into everyone. But in contrast to BkDk, KiriMina have always gotten along well and have actively strived to help their classmates do the same.

When asked about Kirishima's role in helping Katsuki after the LoV abduction arc, Horikoshi spoke about the bittersweetness of Izuku not being able to do it himself. Kirishima was written as an important bridge that connected Izuku to Katsuki again, and in doing so, he became someone who brings their classmates together like Ashido. With encouragement from their classmates and teachers, Izuku and Katsuki's bond began to heal and they became pillars of hope whose passions inspired those around them to go beyond their limits.

There are also parallels between Kirishima and Izuku in their ideals of heroism.

Izuku's idea of heroism and sticking his nose in where it doesn't belong also lines up with Kirishima's ideals of heroism. The story of Izuku running into danger to save Katsuki had also inspired Kirishima to do his best to become a hero.

In the fight against Gigantomachia, there's a parallel of Kirishima running through the flames to save Ashido, just as Izuku ran through the flames for Katsuki's sake in chapter one.

And a narrative seed was planted when Kirishima pushes Ashido out of the way and tanks a heavy hit in place of her. This scene is mirrored shortly after, when Katsuki does the exact same thing for Izuku, saving his life.

The amount of similarities these two couples have with each other is so striking, isn't it? We never really knew why Hori has been building these two up as mirrors of BkDk, until the recent chapter 383, where they went up against the same villain BkDk did at the start of the manga and the most important similarity was revealed of all.

Mina's facial expression and explosion of acid coming from her hand is very similar to Katsuki's. Although she often emulates Katsuki, Ashido primarily took on Izuku's role during this chapter's story, and Kirishima is the one being saved from the sludge villain by her in this call back to chapter one.

In a moment of weakness, Ashido is overcome by exhaustion and almost faints, and Kirishima catches her - which may call to mind the time Izuku fainted of exhaustion at the end of his Vigilante arc, and Katsuki leaping forward, just in time to catch him.

Ashido apologises to Kirishima, just as Katsuki did with Izuku, and that's where their similarities with Katsuki and Izuku stop, because Kirishima gives Ashido his answer... while Izuku, has always kept his own to himself...

However, anyone who has been paying attention to the story, knows Kirishima's next words to be absolutely true for Izuku, too:

There's nothing to forgive, because Katsuki is Izuku's hero.

Kirishima's answer to Ashido, are Izuku's missing words to Katsuki’s apology in chapter 322. Katsuki is Izuku's light and hero, but Izuku never got the chance to tell him this. Katsuki had poured his heart out to Izuku, and never received Izuku's reply.

There has clearly been some things left unsaid between Katsuki and Izuku, and this indirect reference to BkDk via KiriMina only serves as a tool to highlight this even further and generate more intrigue and anticipation for what BkDk will be saying to each other some day.

It's also very possible that these words are something Katsuki needs to tell Izuku, as well. Kirishima calling Ashido “baka” is very akin to Katsuki’s tsundere behaviour towards Izuku, so these apologies and affirmations of Ashido being Kirishima’s hero may yet be more seeds Kohei has planted for Izuku and Katsuki to mirror some day.

Katsuki has never told Izuku what he means to him, and it seems that Edgeshot, having become a part of Katsuki's heart, is the only one who really knows the true shape of his love and how Katsuki was waiting for Izuku to come save him.

Because Izuku has always been Katsuki’s hero, and this goes back as far as the river scene.

And aside from referencing Katsuki's apology, these words of: "I'm seriously sorry I've been such a let down" could also be describing Izuku's current feelings towards ‘failing to protect what he cares about’ and his most important person dying on his own because they got separated when Izuku got caught and dragged away by Toga. Izuku must feel incredibly guilty for what has happened, and like he has let Katsuki down completely. These may serve as important call back lines for BkDk, for an intimate scene they will share together.

So KiriMina is another couple Hori has SPEAKING for BkDk, for events that are both in the past and, very likely, in the future as well.

Hori has already brought back the #2 baka couple (#1 is BkDk, soon™) a second time and inserted their dialogues to help remind us that Katsuki's very last moments alive were filled with thoughts of Izuku by his side, which brought him happiness to mask over his fears and pain. And now KiriMina’s situation paralleling BkDk's own dynamic and scenes together, seems to have been written in almost as if to get people wondering what the true nature of BkDk's relationship might be, even though they aren’t featured in the chapter.

I think Hori wants people to come to the conclusion that the words and thoughts Kirishima and Mina are expressing, are yet another layer that serves to fill in the blanks of how Izuku and Katsuki feel about each other. Whether or not these affirmations are to be taken romantically, or are words that will be said between them is up to Kohei's discretion. However, by bringing BkDk's relationship to the forefront of a lot of reader's minds, Hori is taking a well-planned step towards his goal of making their deep bond and connection of love a central focus of the story later this year.

Next up - Kamijirou! Back to Gentle/La Brava Back to Part One

#bakudeku #bkdk canon #bkdk #kirimina #hori trails #bnha meta #kana writes #long post #*sweats* #op #must read meta #Thinking back on it #Ashido's cute little quirk update to Kirishima is VERY similar to how #Katsuki proudly shows off his own quirk upgrades to Izuku after his apology #like they both want to impress the other and make them proud :') #sorry for any mistakes t.t hope you guys enjoyed this!!! #reason number 36756775 kohei is an amazing writer who can put in so much nuance into his characters dialogues and scenes #and all roads lead to bkdk

[asbestieos]

asbestos for the wrapped

14 (my favourite number)

69 (heh)

9

88

hi ghost hi hi hiii.. this my second time writing this bc tumblr deleted my draft </3 but i lov seiing u on my dash hi hii

14- Yr the best! by carpet garden

ough. oohh. this one crazy asf. it channels my attachment to my gf </3 i havent looped it in a hor second now so maybe im better

69 (heheh)- Sober Haha Jk Unless by Hospital Bracelet

hehehe (sucks teeth) hahaha.. this one always makes me sad, i usually play it when im in a sadge mood bc its so depressing, its a song meant for when yr wallowing in yr misery.. Can I get sober? / Can I stay sober? always breaks my heart

8- Who? by Azari

GHDBSJEBEHEHHEEH i like this one ive been looping it bc it slaps hard and also it makes me think of reimei revolution </3 when my revolution ends in the worst way possible

88- 心に空を / Kokoro ni sorawo by Little Glee Monster

a song about the people you’ve yet to meet in the future.. i lika this one too it makes me bittersweet happy, like i have no choice but to live bc if i dont whar about the people who havent met me yet. smh. im always emotional about people as you can see

#astaposting #spotify wrapped #not most of these being sad songs </3

[minwooks-moved]

oh oh just b aaand cix for the ask game ? ❣️

hiii <3 omg the besties <3

✦ﾟ⋆﹒just b !

[stan] [familiar] [unfamiliar]

favorite member / bias line : really stuck between byeonghee & chuji being my mainmain guy for them ! they’re both so !!! that i just < / / 3 & dyum is for sure also in the justb bie-line .. bestie is so ☹️💖 i lov him < / 3 ( could end up w/my line being byeonghee > chuji > dyum … will have to see as i watch more of their stuff <3 )

which member i’d fight & why : sangwoo >:) something abt him just makes me wanna fight him .. idk why — him & limji … idkidk just a feeling JFBFJ

favorite song(s) : double dare + re=load + damage + tick tock + dash! + vindicated <3 !

favorite thing about them : they all seem so gentle with each other !! like, even the teasing i’ve seen so far is very light-hearted & it’s just so lovely to see :,) genuinely just a group of guys that are having fun <3

something i’d like to see from them : it would be sooooo fun if they did a concept like exo’s lotto ! or maybe something a bit more like fantasy / fairy tale … genuinely could be soooo prettie, i tell u !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

✧ﾟ⋆﹒CIX !

[stan] [familiar] [unfamiliar]

favorite member / bias line : seunghun is my only biasbias, however yonghee makes the other half of the cix bieline ! not a beloved but still a bestie yk <3

which member i’d fight & why : baejin !!!!!!!! like i’d know i’d lose within five seconds but . he has major ‘fight me >:(!!!!!!’ energy JFBFJFB — kidding but like … yk what i mean <3

favorite song(s) : wave + cinema + what you wanted + imagine + my new world + maybe i + jungle + numb ✨💗

favorite thing about them : their concepts are always so . Neat like … you really feel like a bittersweet type of refreshed when watching their m/vs ? idk how to explain it, tbh .. they’re all super confident & comfy in what they’re doing too, which is soooo cool to see ….

something i’d like to see from them : A COMEBACK !!!please i beg 🤲🤲 but also .. to be (more) serious … something like cinema again would be sooo fun & very much !!!!! for me <3 one of my absolute favorite concepts / sounds Still 🫶🫶

send me a group and i’ll answer…..

#thank u for sending !!!!! 💗💘💞 #ask.bie. ! 🐝 #*bbiemail #ash.dotnet. ! 🦋

[elfsidian]

Stories of Thedas 2

Day 7: Crafting

Character: Jamor Lavellan He liked to be alone. Ideally, he liked to be alone with nature. But being the Inquisitor and Herald of Andraste made that a hard feat to accomplish. So, in those evenings when sleep refused to come – which was often – Jamor would tiptoe down to the Undercroft. Sometimes, he would just sit, breathing in the earthy smell of the water and listening as it cascaded down the side of the hold. Other times, when it was particularly hard to relax, the elf would tinker. He was not nearly as qualified as Harritt or Dagna, but he could patch up armour damage, and had learnt enough about simple weapon and staff making from his life with Clan Lavellan. It gave his mind something to focus on that was productive without being quite so overwhelming. Something that was just his, and had no bearing on others or the state of the world.

#this isnt great but oh well #kinda bittersweet #but i lov bittersweet >:3 #storiesofthedas2 #my writing #writing #Jamor Lavellan #lavellan #jamor #herald of andraste #inquisitor #inquisitor lavellan #dragon age #da #da fanfic #da fanfiction #dragon age fanfic #dragon age fanfiction #the undercroft #undercroft #dragon age inquisition #skyhold #crafting

[makeste]

Do you think the final battle will happen in UA?

I do! both for dramatic storytelling reasons, and for practical in-universe-logic reasons.

it only makes sense for the biggest and most epic battle in My Hero Academia to take place in said hero academy.

U.A. provides a sprawling but familiar landscape with plenty of diverse and interesting battle arenas. we could have some characters fighting at USJ, and others fighting in the Sports Festival arena, and others in Ground Beta, and still others in the forest or the school building or even in the dorms. it would be a really cool way to revisit some of these places one last time.

U.A. is one of the two pillars of hero society which were established way back when, and the last remaining pillar since All Might's fall. one has to imagine that it's way up there on AFO's list of targets for that reason alone. destroying U.A. would be the ultimate final blow to the heroes.

the U.A. traitor plotline is still a thing (no Horikoshi didn't forget lol). and now that AFO is back in business, it might finally be time to revisit this at long last. after all, the traitor already helped the villains invade U.A. once.

I know this probably sounds like the world's worst idea, but I really think that goading AFO and the rest of the League into attacking U.A. is actually the heroes' best chance at victory. we've already established that the good guys are on the clock, and need to defeat TomurAFO before he reaches full power and becomes unstoppable. and the heroes have already realized that the best way to track AFO down is to let him track them down, using Deku as bait. but rather than having Deku and the top 3 try to take on AFO by themselves, I really think the better strategy is to have all of the remaining heroes gather all together for one last stand. and imo U.A. is the best place for this. both because it's a location the heroes have control over and know inside and out, and more importantly because as I said earlier, it's the one and only location with enough strategic importance that it might actually tempt AFO out of hiding.

like, just to expand on that last bit, the smart thing for AFO to do right now would be to hide until he can fully take over Tomura's body. if he does that, the heroes won't be able to stop him anymore and that's game over right there. so basically the only chance they have at defeating him is by goading him into giving up that advantage. playing to his greed and ego by giving him a target that's too tempting to pass up. and U.A. is that target. U.A. and everything it stands for, plus Deku and the power that AFO's been seeking for so long, plus all of the civilians that are currently using U.A. as an evacuation shelter. it's like a perfect storm of stuff that AFO wants to destroy. he's going to target it sooner or later anyway, so why not plan for it and turn it around to use to their advantage? anticipate that you'll be attacked, and come up with some sneaky-but-effective way to quickly evacuate all of the civilians when the time comes (I'm sure there are quirks that will come in handy for this), and lure the LoV into one last showdown. plus fucking ultra.

anyway so yeah. I think it makes tactical sense, and any big drawbacks (the most obvious one being Tomura's annoying ability to destroy the entire place with one touch) are ultimately things that they're going to have to deal with no matter where and when they fight the League, so they might as well do it on their own terms. or maybe I'm completely wrong and this plan is actually suicidal and the heroes will absolutely not do any of this lol. but either way, whether it's something they plan for, or something that just sort of happens anyway despite their best efforts, U.A. is gonna get besieged in the end. that much I'm all but sure of. it's the only setting where the stakes will actually feel high enough for it to feel like a proper endgame imo.

anyway so yeah! final battle at UA. that's how I've always envisioned it, and I'm sure it's going to absolute, glorious chaos. I'd say I can't wait, but once we get to that point that's when we'll really know the end is just around the corner, so it'll be pretty bittersweet as well. we'll definitely be in for a rollercoaster ride lol.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha meta #bnha endgame #bnha spoilers #lady nagant #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #asks #anon asks #long post

[muniimyg]

ummMmMMM so I missed the drabbles you recently uploaded? I don't know how that happened but thank you for the lil crumbs of serotonin, the plm! couple is one of my favourites on the internet and,, I also forgot to send you all my love for bringing the main story (if it's okay to call it that?) of plm to such a round, beautiful, real and somewhat bittersweet and yet still hopeful end! I know it's been a while but I just,, forgot to tell you how much I loved it? I swear Tae and OC and YOU have my heart!! Idk you just write so beautifully I wanna cry😭

Also I have learned!! from the past!! and next to my unconditional love I offer this picture of your stunning soon-to-be fiancé:

can not decline fiancé content .. ty <3 also,, i… eyE havE UR HEART????

hi! thank u so much for sending in ur thots nd lov for plm! it was really fun writing the main story heh. i only planned for the main story and thot everyone could jus read and dip, but after a few feedbacks nd looking thru my notes,, i realized i missed a lot of moments that capture the essence of their relationship/dynamic. no worries if u missed any! they're all under #plm kth extras nd my organizing in terms for the fic index is delayed,, def my fault AHAHA.

+ i think i've said this before but YEA it was conflicting bc the two were NOT supposed to end up together.. hauhwaaaaa

++ i have a few texts left to go + 2 drabbles left! then we'll really have to say goodbye to them nd welcome in our next smau coming june 11 (my birthday heheheh) ;) pls stay tuned for that! for more info, u can look at my pinned post <3

#ask muni #💭 : museumsandtangerines #plm kth

[starlight-vixen-emiko]

Lukanette June 2021 Day 16 - Longing

Much love to @lukanettejune

I feel this one is pretty self explanatory. Or maybe I just don’t wanna ruin the surprise. Enjoy lovebugs! <3

Luka sat on stage in a small pub in Spain. He was lit up by a blue spotlight, and he physically and mentally prepared his singing voice as the crowd waited in anticipation for his performance.

Then the piano player behind him played the romantic melody as Luka thought about the person most important to him.

"I know how it feels to wake up without her."

"Lying here all alone, just thinking about her."

Luka smiled in a melancholy way. As he sang the song, there was a longing in his voice that reminded him of being away from his girlfriend.

"I can't believe her hold on me! It's just so indescribable!"

"I know she knows but won't you please…."

Just then, Luka imagined Marinette in the crowd, smiling at him performing like she usually did.

"If you see my girl just tell her I miss her smile!"

"Tell her I'm counting the moments, gonna see her in a little while…."

"I know when she holds on to me,"

"She's the one thing that I can never live without."

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh…"

"And tell her I love her."

"Just tell her I love her…."

All his melodies were for her that night.

~~~~

Marinette laid on the bed, holding her pillow to her chest. She was still wide awake, staring at the open balcony door where the blue moonlight shined in.

She knew this was pathetic. She didn't want to be codependent on Luka or obsessed with Luka. She was perfectly capable of taking care of herself in their apartment, but even though they dated since high school, she still missed him when he left on trips.

The bed was much bigger without him here, and it still had her handsome boyfriend's scent. Sure she had more room, but not enough room on the bed was never an issue when she had Luka's gentle touch comforting her each night.

Marinette turned on her back and let go of the pillow to grab her phone. This seemed obsessive now, but she tapped the music player app to turn on a playlist of Luka's songs.

Marinette felt so loved having her boyfriend dedicating songs to her, and Luka told her that when he leaves to do international performances, he misses her so much, and he counts the moments until they reunite.

That's why he wrote the song Marinette listened to.

"I know when she holds on to me,"

"She's the one thing that I can never live without."

"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!"

"And tell her I love her!"

Marinette managed to close her eyes and sleep as her phone kept playing music. She dreamt she was at a beautiful cafe where she watched Luka play music.

"Just tell her I love her."

~~~~

Luka loved relaxing and resting in luxury hotel rooms. But it wasn't the same without Marinette around.

All those times, he and Marinette caused mischief in hotel rooms from pillow fights and pillow forts. Eating take-out and watching movies in the dark. And the hotel rooms heightened Marinette and Luka's sexual relationship on the king-sized beds and claw bathtubs.

God, Marinette looked gorgeous that one time he walked in on her in the bathtub. Luka covered his blushing face with his hand and laid back on the bed. He couldn't sleep quite yet because he enjoyed the blue moonlight night.

And he missed her so, he wished she was here to mess up a hotel room with him.

Luka sat up and walked onto the balcony to look at the starlit night. He took his phone out of his pocket and saw a text from Marinette that she sent before his show.

"I love you! Good luck tonight, Luka!"

Luka smiled, and even if she was probably asleep by now, he texted back.

"I love you, my melody. Have sweet dreams tonight."

~~~~

Marinette woke up the next day wanting to just lay for an hour or two, but she realized Luka wouldn't want her to be sad all alone.

Since Marinette was alone, it was the perfect time to clean up the entire apartment. She vacuumed, dusted, and shook out all the rugs on the balcony while letting Kitty Section music filled her whole apartment. It all took a good chunk out of her morning before she worked on her art projects remembering that she still had to give 100% to her clients and customers.

And then Marinette made dinner in the quiet kitchen and felt scatterbrained for making too much dinner for one. So out of embarrassment, she called Kagami and Adrien and asked them if they wanted to join her for dinner.

The two of them were delighted and considered it a pleasant surprise to be treated to one of Marinette's home-cooked meals. Marinette agreed it was a delightful mistake on her part, and it felt good making dinner to share with her friends.

So the following day, Marinette invited Nino and Alya for breakfast. Marinette cooked eggs and bacon and made blueberry muffins from scratch.

Alya and Nino praised Marinette's blueberry muffins so highly that both of them took three each. Marinette was flattered.

But Marinette also realized too late she channeled her boyfriend's presence. Luka loved her blueberry muffins.

When Luka finally got a chance to text Marinette while sitting at a cafe, Marinette gleefully talked about what happened lately with her pleasant slip-ups.

She also mentioned she felt terrible for making blueberry muffins without him and that if she could send him a muffin through text message, she would.

Luka messaged back, saying that her muffins certainly tasted better than the blueberry muffin he ordered from the cafe. Another bittersweet note for Luka's current melody.

"They will taste even better when I finally return home," Luka texted.

"I'll make a fresh batch!" Marinette texted back.

Marinette's friends did realize she was a bit lonely, so Adrien and Kagami returned the favor by taking her out to dinner. Marinette got to enjoy expensive steak and potatoes that night.

Then later, Nino and Alya dragged her to the ice cream shop. Marinette certainly felt adored.

And then, for the next few nights, Luka couldn't help but text Marinette all night. Both of them were wide awake late at night, grinning and laughing at their phone screens.

Then it came time for the evening when Luka would return to France.

Marinette sauteed noodles and vegetables in the wok. They smelled just the way Luka liked them, and there were also chocolate lava cakes cooking in the oven.

Luka texted her that he was coming home soon, so Marinette worked hard to make sure dinner was ready by the time he came in.

Marinette blushed thinking about him as she stirred the noodles and vegetables, and then she snapped out of her trance when she heard the door unlock.

Luka opened the door, smiling and looking cute in his coat and scarf.

"Luka!" Marinette cried.

"Hey Marinette," he held his arms out as Marinette turned off the stove and ran into his arms as he lifted her up and spun her around. When Luka finally placed her down, Marinette got on her toes and planted a kiss on his soft lips. Luka returned the kiss and placed his hand on her cheek as they savored the moment.

But Luka broke the kiss because of the delicious smells from the kitchen.

"That smells wonderful," Luka said. "And it also smells like chocolate lava cake."

The oven beeped. "Yes!" Marinette cried. "Oh gosh, I need to get them out!" She ran back to the kitchen and grabbed her open mitts.

Luka followed behind her, being hypnotized by the delicious scents of Chinese food and chocolate. Luka stood by Marinette, and he was oh so tempted to eat some chocolate cake now.

"Sit down Luka, I will plate the food," Marinette said.

Luka said nothing and grabbed a plate out of the cabinet, and took a moment to kiss Marinette on the cheek. "I love you," he whispered.

The two of them had the best dinner in a while, finally being able to eat together again. The lovers finally felt at home talking and laughing. Luka was in heaven slurping up 2 helpings of noodles that Marinette made. They tasted perfect to him.

And then, the couple enjoyed the euphoria of homemade lava cake. Luka begged to eat three of them because he couldn't get enough cake with melted chocolate inside and vanilla bean ice cream.

But even more than that, he enjoyed sharing chocolate kisses with Marinette. He teased her by kissing and licking the chocolate that dripped from her lips, and Marinette achieved payback by doing the same. But when Marinette made her move, they were on the floor as Marinette kissed the chocolate off her boyfriend's lips.

When they finally finished dessert, they sighed in pleasure. The couple sat in bliss before Marinette finally felt the energy to wash the dishes. Now that Luka was home, he insisted on washing the dishes with her. Luka always helped Marinette wash dishes without complaint. It was these little moments where they found great joy.

But afterward, it was finally time to dim the lights as Marinette and Luka felt exhausted for the day.

When they both got into their pajamas, they eagerly got into bed together, and Luka made a sneak attack and hugged Marinette from behind, causing Marinette to giggle.

Luka kissed her on the cheek and took in her scent once more.

"I'm so happy we can do this again," Marinette said.

But then Luka released his hold on her and crawled on top of Marinette, so he was hovering over her. Balancing his knees and hands on the bed. He gave her a handsome smile, and his ocean blue eyes glowed in the moonlight.

"I'm on top of you now," he whispered.

Marinette grabbed him by his shoulders and threw him on his side as Marinette crawled her tiny body on his muscular chest and planted a kiss on his lips. Luka stroked Marinette's dark hair as they made out.

After an hour of play fighting, kissing, and cuddling, the couple fell asleep in each other's arms, looking so content and peaceful.

The longing they felt for so long ended in passion.

Author’s Note: Yeah, it’s just some sweet fluff of Marientte and Luka missing each other. The song for this fanfic is “Tell Her” by Jesse McCartney. A song that reminds me a hell of a lot of Lukanette. And I was a total Jesse fangirl as little girl!

Anyway, I hope you lovebugs enjoyed and I will see you all next prompt. <3 Night night!

#pro lukamari #lukanette #lukanette june 2021 #my writing #my fanfiction #fluffy!

[noladyme]

The Crown Princess of Charming - part 16

Welcome to Charming - its name says it all. Cat needed a fresh start; and though she hadn’t planned on that being in the arms of the crown prince of this little town’s bikerclub - that was what happened. Charming CA would either be the death of her - or a whole new life.

Rated M

Thank you all who have been reading. I hope you’ll enjoy the final chapter of this story.

Tags @wonderlandfandomkingdom​ @edonaspanca​

16

A year is a long time, when you’re spending every second of every day, missing someone so bad your heart is in physical pain.

The first week after Jax turned himself in, Gemma took turns with Lyla – sleeping in the nursery with Abel – so I wouldn’t be alone in the house. I never cried in front of them – only when I was alone in our bed; holding on to Jacksons pillow.

The morning of the 8’th day; Gemma woke me up, and handed me her phone. “You’re gonna want to take this call, sweetheart”, she smiled; and left the room.

“Hello?”, I croaked. “Cat… it’s me”. “Jax?”, I whimpered. “How… are you ok?”. “I’m good, baby”. He sighed. “It’s so good to hear you voice… are you ok? Gemma said…”. “I’m sorry, Jackson… I promised I’d be ok… I miss you so much it hurts”. “I miss you too, darlin’”, he breathed. “Look, I only got a few minutes to talk… Are you wearing the ring?”. I looked down at my hand. “Never take it of”, I said. “Good… Cat, listen. I know it’s hard… But I need you to be strong for me, ok? Be strong for our boy… It burns a goddamn hole in my heart, that I can’t be there to hold you”. “I’m sorry…”. “Don’t be. It’s ok. I understand… I feel it too”. “Ok…”. “Ok?”. “Yes…”. I took a deep breath. “51 weeks left”. “I’ll be there. It’ll be like I never went away…”. “Can I come see you?”, I asked. “I can get visitation in a month. I’ll let you know”. “I love you”. “I love you too”. I could hear his smile in his voice. “Get up, baby… Dance for me. Ok?”. “I will”, I smiled. Someone was calling out for him. “My minutes are up… I love you, Cat. I lov…”. The call ended.

I sat up in bed; and put my feet on the floor. Dance for me. I had to.

I went into the kitchen; and handed Gemma her phone. Abel was in his high chair; and I picked him up – kissing the top of his head. “I’m sorry, baby boy… Momma Cat’s back now”. Gemma smiled at me. “I was gonna take him with me for groceries…”.

I put the baby back in his chair; and walked over to her – hugging her tightly. “I’m sorry, Gemma…”, I said. “I’m back”. She kissed my forehead. “I knew you’d be”, she whispered.

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About a month later I was seated by a metal table; in a large cold room. All around me, men and women we’re talking quietly to each other – the men all in light blue pants and shirts. Spread throughout the room were uniformed men, with hard expressions on their faces. Every time the door opened, I jumped in my seat; hoping to see the man who’s absence had keft a gaping whole in my life.

The wait felt like forever – but suddenly the door opened – and a blonde, blue-eyed face grinned at me from the entrance. My breath hitched, and happy tears filled my eyes; when Jackson rushed over to pull me into his arms; planting his soft lips on mine. “Teller! No touching!”. A guard stepped towards us. “Yeah, I know. Just…”. He looked over his shoulder at the man, and let go of me.

We sat down next to each other – our fingers linking under the table. “God, I missed you!”, Jax grinned. “I missed you too”, I smiled. “Are you ok?”. He nodded. “I’m good. The guys are all good… Happy has to pretend to be Juice’s sugar daddy – but otherwise our asses are all in the clear”. I laughed. “Hey! Keep it down”, the guard growled. “Sorry”, Jax said, and looked into my eyes. “He’s a bit on edge… we better watch it”. “Have you had any trouble?... You sentence…”, I whispered. “No, we’re all on our best behavior”, Jax smiled. “We’re not risking doing all 3 years”. “Good”, I said.

“How’s our boy?”, Jax asked, furrowing his brow. I smiled brightly. “Growing… 7 teeth. He decided to let two grow at once”, I said. “Shit… you can’t have gotten much sleep”, Jax grinned. “I’m fine… we’re both fine”.

We stared at each other for a moment; both unsure what to say. “I wish I could kiss you…”, Jax whispered. I bit my lip. “No, darlin’. Please don’t do that. My hand is already callused, from thinking about those lips”. I had to stifle a laugh. “I’ll keep them nice and warm for you”. Jax grimaced, and groaned. “Shit, you’re so beautiful”. “And you still have a nice ass”, I smirked.

The guard came over. “Teller. 10 minutes are up. Let’s go”. Jax frowned. “Can I kiss my girl goodbye?”. The guard looked at me with hard eyes. “Hurry up”. Jax’s hands went to either side of my face; and he pressed his lips to mine again – for a second letting his tongue meet mine. “Ok, that’s enough. Wrap it up”, the guard said.

“I love you, Cat”, Jax breathed. “I love you, Jackson”, I replied.

The guard grabbed my old man’s arm; and led him out of the room. It would be another month before I could see him again.

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The next two months went by slowly. I’d only been able to see Jax once; because Clay needed to use his visitation rights for club business. Jackson called me once a week, for a few minutes – making it difficult to share more than a few sweet words, and keeping Jax up to date on how Abel was doing.

We celebrated the baby’s first birthday at Gemma and Clay’s house. That was also the day, Abel decided to take his first steps, without holding on to anything. It was a bittersweet moment; to see our boy walking three steps; and then falling to his butt with a happy squeak – knowing that his dad should have been there to share the experience with the rest of us. Gemma squeezed my hand gently, before walking over to pick up her grandson, and kiss his chubby cheeks.

That night, I broke my promise to be strong – and let my tears fall into Jacksons pillow again.

Ray called me shortly after the birthday party. He wanted me back at the school; and apologized profusely for not having called sooner. I agreed to take on the arts position; along with 7’th grade English – wanting to have time to be a parent to Abel.

After settling in at work, I began dancing again, as well. In one of our short phone-calls; I was ecstatic to tell Jax how I’d managed to rent a small space in town; where I taught women the art of keeping them waiting, two nights a week. One of my students was Lyla – who in turn taught me how to use a pole, and her secrets in the arts of caffeine. “It’s perfect, baby! Gemma takes Abel the night’s I’m teaching. The space needed a fresh coat of paint; but I had the guys help me out”. “It sounds good, darlin’. I can’t wait to see it”, he said happily. “How’s my boy?”. “Walking around the house faster than I can catch him… and refusing to wear pants”. “That’s my boy!”, Jax chuckled.

After a recommendation letter from Wendy’s rehab, Jax agreed to let her have monthly visitations with the toddler – as long as I or Gemma was there to supervise. Gemma couldn’t promise not to punch the bitch in her stupid face; so I took on the visitations with Abels birth-mother. Wendy was kind. She was trying to turn her life around – and though it was difficult for her, to see another woman taking on the role as parent to her son – we grew friendly. I even began to look forward to her visits.

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Six months and three visits, in to Jax’s sentencing; I was running down the hallway of the house – trying to catch Abel. “Pants, Teller!”, I yelled after the squealing toddler. Once I’d finally caught him; and wrestled him into a pair of blue pants – I placed him in his high chair, to get him some lunch.

The door knocked; and Chibs and Opie stepped inside. Their faces were both white. “Hey, guys”, I smiled. “Breakfast?”. Chibs swallowed hard. “You’re gonna want to sit down, luv’”, he said. I went cold. “What happened?”, I said. Abel began fussing in his chair; and Opie picked him up; kissing the top of his head. “Opie?”, I whimpered.

Chibs took my hand; and pulled me over to a kitchen chair – coaxing me to sit down. He pulled out another chair, and sat down to face me. “Cat… Jackson was stabbed”. I let out a desperate gasp; finding it hard to get air back into my lungs. “He’s alive, luv’… they’re working on him right now”. “No…”, I whimpered. “No, he’s not…”. I began sobbing. Chibs pulled me into his arms; and stroked my back. “Breathe, Cat. Don’t black out on me”, he muttered. “He has to come back… we said…”. My whole world crumbled.

Opie handed Abel to Chibs; and pulled me up to stand – a hand on each of my shoulders. He looked deep into my eyes. “Jax is strong, Cat. He’ll come back from this”, he said. “But he needs you now. Abel needs you”. I looked at the whimpering boy in Chibs’ arms. He was reaching for me, and I took him from the scot. “I’m here, baby… I’m here”. I looked at Opie. “Gemma?”. “She knows”, he said. “She’s at TM. We can take you right away”.

We drove to the clubhouse, where the rest of Samcro was waiting. Gemma’s eyes were full of tears; and we embraced – Abel between us. The whole day, we waited for a call from the state penitentiary, to let us know what was going on. Clay finally got Tig on a prepaid. Jax was alive, but in critical condition. Some pissed off Russians had – for some reason – decided that Samcro needed to learn a lesson on humility; and had tried to take out the VP. Tig couldn’t tell us much more, and had to give the phone back to the person he’d paid to borrow it.

We waited at the clubhouse the rest of the night. I slept restlessly in the dorm – Abel cradled in my arms. Calling in sick to work, the next day – Monday – I told the office I’d be out for a week. I decided not to fall apart. Our boy needed me. He didn’t understand why momma Cat was sad, and it wasn’t his fault. I did my best to smile every time he reached for me.

Around noon, state pen called. As I wasn’t married to Jax yet, Gemma was next of kin; so she was the one recieving the information we’d all hoped for. Jax was alive and kicking. Literally. After waking up from surgery; he’d kicked a doctor in the face, thinking he was under attack. The doc had been kind enough, not to report him officially – but was nursing a black eye.

The news made the whole room erupt into cheers – and Gemma and I held on to each other for a good two minutes afterwards – crying in joy.

Jax was well enough to call us himself the next morning. I’d slept Gemma and Clay’s, and the call went there. After a few minutes on the phone; Clay handed it to me. “Hey, darlin’”, Jackson croaked. “Jax? Are you ok? How do you feel?”, I whimpered. “Shanked”, he chuckled, before whispering an Ow. “I’m alive, baby. I’m ok”. “Thank god…”, I breathed. “You didn’t think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?”, he said. “Not funny… I was scared to death”. “Yeah, well; I was almost stabbed to death – so that should make us even”, he said. Once again, I could hear his smile in his voice. “I’ll be back in gen pop in a little over a week”. I frowned. “Is that safe? What if they go for you again?”. “I’ll be fine… Clay has something set up”, he muttered.

I looked at Clay, who was on his burner – talking to someone.

“Babe, I have to go. The doc is back”. “Ok. I love you”. “I love you, Cat. I’ll call when I can”. He hung up.

The russians decided not to make anymore attempts on any of the incarcerated Samcro-men. Apparently, someone named Otto - who had trouble seeing, due to his eyes being almost carved out - had tripped, and landed on one of their own; as he was holding a sharpened screwdriver.

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9 months in, I was getting frustrated. I’d only seen Jax once since he was stabbed – and honestly; being a single mom was taking a toll on me. Samcro was on a “blooddrive” up north – transporting whatever it was they were transporting these days. Only Rat and Piney where left in Charming.

One night; after I’d left dance class – which Lyla had not attended that night – I got a call from a number I didn’t recognize. Thinking there might be a chance Jax gotten a hold of a prepaid – I picked up. “Hello?”. “Hey, it’s Ima”. “Hi… why are you calling”, I said. “It’s nice to hear your voice too”, she sneered. “What do you want?”. If you say “your man”, I’m gonna track you down, and burst both of those implants. “Lyla needs your help. I can’t get a hold of Opie”, she muttered. “What happened?”, I asked. “Can you just get down to the studio? Please? She’s asking for you specifically”. “Fine. I’ll be there as soon as I can”. I didn’t say goodbye – just hung up.

Gemma had Abel for the night; so I was free to go see what was wrong with my friend. Ima met me outside the large building that housed Cara Cara. “She’s inside… freaking out”, the blonde muttered, and showed me the way into the building. “What happened?”, I asked. “She took something…”, Ima said.

Ima walked me past a setup that resembled a doctor’s office; where all instruments where replaced with dildos and buttplugs. A pretty girl – who I recognized as broken nosed porn-star, from the lockdown months earlier – waved smilingly at me. It was then I realized, that the barely-there outfit she was wearing, was supposed to be a nurse’s uniform. “Hey Ima! Get your lazy ass back on set”, a bored looking man with a camera said. “Chill out, Dondo”, she said. “And get Lyla! She was supposed to be ready an hour ago”.

Ima led me to a door, adorned with a star. Inside, Lyla was curled up on the floor, sobbing and shaking. I fell to my knees in front of my friend. “Lyla! Sweetie, what happened?”, I said. “I’m sick…”, she cried.

There was an empty pill bottle on the floor next to her. “What did she take?”, I asked Ima. The porn-star shrugged. “Some uppers… I think”. I frowned at her; and began stroking Lyla’s hair. “Honey, come on. Sit up”. I pulled her up into a seated position. “How much did you take?”. “Two…”, Lyla croaked. Her pupils were blown.

“We need to get her to a hospital…”, I said, putting my friend’s arm over my shoulder – trying to get her to stand up. “No…!”, Lyla whimpered. “I’ve been clean so long… they’ll take away Piper”. “Shit…”, I muttered. “Where are the kids?”. “Piney… cabin”. I nodded. “Ok. Help me get her to my car”. Ima rolled her eyes, and put her arm around Lyla’s waist; and we walked her out of the room.

The guy with the camera saw us, and frowned. “What the shit, Lyla… What did you do? We got a movie to finish”. “She’s not shooting tonight”, I snarled, as we moved towards the exit. He walked towards us. “And who the hell are you?”, he growled. Miss nose-not-broken-anymore came over and grabbed his arm. “That’s Jax Tellers old lady”. The mans face went white. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Of course. Let me help”. He stepped over to us; and picked up Lyla in his arms. “Get her to my car”, I said.

Ima followed us outside. “She said she had a headache… I just thought she was faking it to get out of shooting”. I narrowed my eyes at her. “What did you do, Ima?”, I hissed. She rolled her eyes again. “Roll your eyes one more time, bitch…”, I warned. “What did you do?”.

Ima sighed. “I gave her a couple of pills. Told her they were advils, so she’d take them”. “You drugged her?”, I growled. Dondo managed to open the door to the back seat of my car; and deposited Lyla there. “They were just uppers… thought they would get her in a better mood”. I drew my lips back in a snarl. “Dondo. Movie’s dead. Pay the girl inside”. “What about my money?”, Ima asked. “Find a corner, skank!”, I roared at her; and got behind the wheel to drive away.

I took Lyla to my house; helping her into mine and Jackson’s bed. She was shaking and crying. I frantically called every number I had to the men on the blood drive – trying to get a hold of Opie. No luck. I spent the night stroking Lyla’s cheek, and holding her hair, when she threw up. In the morning, she finally fell asleep. I called Piney to let him know he needed to keep the kids for at least another day; and Gemma, to ask her to keep Abel.

Opie called me back around noon. Once I’d explained the situation, he promised to head back as soon as possible. Lyla was out cold for most of the day. In the afternoon, she woke up; and I helped her into the shower. Afterwards, I wrapped her up in my robe; and fed her toast and coffee. Opie arrived in the evening; and she fell crying into his arms. I left them alone in the living room, and went into the kitchen.

A little while later, Opie joined me. “She’s sleeping again”, he muttered. “Thanks…”. “Of course, Ope… you did the same for me”. A smile ghosted his face. “Ima did this?”, he asked. I frowned. “She’s a bitch… but she wasn’t trying to hurt her. At least I think she wasn’t”. I sighed. “Don’t hurt her, Ope… she’s just a sad, stupid woman, who doesn’t know better”.

Opie looked down. “Can Lyla stay here tonight again?”. “Sure. You both can”, I smiled. “Take the pullout in Abel’s room”. He hesitated for a second, before walking over to give me a slight hug. “I get it… why Jax loves you”, he said. I blushed.

After getting the couch in the nursery ready; Opie carried his fiancée into the room; and tucked her in. We shared a smoke; and both turned in for the night. The next day, Opie took Lyla home.

Jax called in the evening. “I heard about Lyla…”, he said. “How?”. “Opie called pen. Said she was my sister, and that I should be told about what happened”. “Why?”, I asked. “Guess he wanted me to know how amazing my old lady is…”, Jackson muttered. “I’m pretty awesome”, I joked. “You really are”.

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A year. 12 months.

I’d lived. Danced. Been a momma. And I’d missed Jackson so fiercely, I felt it in my bones. This was the day.

Abel was seated with me on the tabletop of the picnic-table, where I’d first kissed his father. “Daddy”, he chuckled. “Yeah, daddy’s coming home, baby”, I smiled. “Bike”. “Yup, he’s coming in on his bike, in just a few minutes”.

A roar of engines sounded from the street, and our boy made sputtering sounds with his lips, to join in on the sound. Gemma walked out onto the middle of the lot; shielding her eyes from the sun. Bikes came driving in, Clay leading the group. He got off, and went to kiss his wife – before looking towards me and Abel with a big smile on his face.

I closed my eyes; and listened. I recognized the sound of Jax’s bike. For some reason, it was separate from the others. More cheerful. Opening my eyes again, I saw him driving into the lot, surrounded by the three men who’d been with him on the inside.

My heart skipped a beat; and I stood up on the seat of the table.

Jax drove all the way up to the front of the clubhouse; and halted – killing the engine. He got off his bike; and looked at me for a second; before running over – letting me falls into his arms. I straddled his waist; and held his face between my hands – looking into his bright blue eyes. His hair was cropped short, and his smile was brighter than the sun, but I had only a second to enjoy the beauty of the man I was looking at; before he put his lips to mine, in a passionate kiss. All around us, people were clapping and cheering for the returning heroes – but all I could focus on in the moment, was the man I loved; in my arms again.

“Hey, darlin’”, Jackson smiled against my lips. “Hi… you’re back”, I almost sobbed. “I am”, he said. “I’m here. It’s over”. I chuckled in glee. “I love you”, I said, and kissed his lips again. “I love you too, Cat”. “Are you going to put me down?”, I grinned. Jax shook his head, and squeezed my bottom. “Not in a million years”. “You mom might have a problem with that. She wants to hug you”.

Jax sighed, and set me down on the ground gently – pecking my lips one last time; before his mother attacked him with a hug. “I’m home, mom. I’m good”. I turned around, and helped Abel down from the table. Jax looked towards us. “I didn’t know you were bringing him”, he muttered, his eyes filling with tears. “Of course we did, baby”, Gemma smiled.

“Go say hi to daddy”, I whispered to our boy; and the toddler did a waddling run towards Jackson, who crouched down, and caught his son in a loving embrace. “Daddy!”, Abel squealed. “Yeah, I’m home, little man”, Jax croaked. “You’re so big!”. He kissed Abel’s cheek – who wiped it instantly – and picked him up from the ground; walking over to put his arm around me as well. “Thank you…”, he whispered into my ear. “Thank you, Cat”. I smiled, and kissed the top of Abel’s head. “No!”, Abel grimaced. “Ok, baby”, I sighed with a grin. I turned my head to kiss Jax instead.

“Yo, princess!”, Happy called out. “Don’t we get any hugs?”. I tore myself from Jacksons arms; and ran over to jump into his embrace. The big guy lifted me of the ground, and swung me around. I followed up with Juice and Tig – Tig flipping me backwards, and planting a wet one on my lips. “Tig! Hands of my girl, shitstain!”, Jax barked. “Sorry, brother”, Tig grinned. “Haven’t touched a woman in a year”. “We got some waiting inside for you, brother”, Chibs smiled, and pulled his friend into the clubhouse; where drinks, women and food were waiting.

Jax set down Abel, who went to climb into his grandmother’s arms. He walked over to me, and kissed me again. “Shit, I missed your face”, he grinned. “Just my face?”, I smiled. He raised a brow at me. “There are a few other parts of you I’m hoping to get my hands on, once we’re alone”, he smirked, and slid a hand down to grope my bottom.

He was home.

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We celebrated the homecoming in Samcro style – with alcohol a plenty, and a pair of pretty girls for each of the former inmates – save Jax, who had a hand on either my waist, my butt or my shoulder the whole time. The only times he wasn’t touching me, was when he was playing with Abel, or changing him. “Shit, kid… we need to get you potty trained!”, he laughed; after the toddler had delivered an especially  putrid gift in his diaper. “Good luck, daddy. He’s terrified of toilets”, I grinned from the doorway to the dorm. Jax frowned. “Why?”. “He went into the bathroom here; after Piney had been there”, I sniggered. Jax took Abel into his arms. “Then, I don’t blame you, little man”. He kissed Abel’s cheek.

“No!”, the toddler squealed; and slapped his father over the nose. Jax was guffawed. “He’s at a no kissing stage”, I grinned. “Well, he doesn’t take after his old man”, Jax said, and winked at me. I came over to pack up the diaper bag for him. “Or me…”, I said – not sure whether to continue the conversation.

Jax cleared his throat. “How’s Wendy?”, he asked quietly. “She’s good”, I muttered. “She split up with her girlfriend”. Jackson’s expression darkened. “She stumble?”, he said, clenching his jaw. I smiled and shook my head. “No, she’s been doing really well, Jax”, I said. I looked down at the floor. “She… offered sit for us, for the wedding”. Abel was reaching for me; and Jackson handed him over. “Neeta can’t do it?”, Jax grumbled. “Yes, she can… she could be there as well”. I took his hand. “She’s not going to be alone with him… and I trust her”.

Jackson looked at me for a moment; before his eyes grew warm. “Call her. Tell her she can be there, if Neeta is”. I kissed the corner of his lips. “This is right, Jackson”, I whispered. He smiled slightly, and nodded.

Out in the bar area; the party was going into high gear. When Abel suddenly pointed at a redheaded girl in Juice’s lap, and exclaimed Boobies!, we decided to take our leave. Outside, Chibs, Opie and Lyla where standing – laughing at a story Chibs was telling them. “I’m telling you, Fiona refused to wear a ring. I’m not your property, Filip. Free Scotland – free Fiona!”, he chuckled. “God, I miss her sour face”.

“We’re taking off”, Jax said. Lyla ran over to hug us both; planting a lipstick mark on Jax’s cheek. “I’m so happy we waited. Opie really wanted you next to him tomorrow”. “Of course, sweetheart”, Jax smiled. “We’ll see you there”. He went over to hug Opie and Chibs; taking them both in his arms at once. “I’ll never forget what you did for my family this year”, I heard him mutter. “She’s a strong lass, Jackie”, Chibs said, and looked towards me. I smiled warmly at him. “Any time, man”, Opie said.

I went over to strap Abel in, in the back of my car, and Jax went to get on his bike. We drove home, Jackson constantly within view of my back mirror.

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Once in the house, Jax went to tuck in Abel in his room. I slipped into the bedroom, to make two minor alterations to my outfit. Closing the buttons of my summer dress again, I went into the kitchen, to start the dishwasher.

“The wall…”. Jax was standing in the doorway, with a soft smile on his lips. “It looks great”. “It was just something to keep me busy”, I blushed. I’d finished the mural of the nursery wall a few months before. The motorcycle on it was a copy of John Tellers – which was to this day displayed in the Samcro clubhouse. “Well, it’s beautiful, babe… thanks”. I smiled softly, feeling strangely embarrassed.

There was a strange silence in the room. It was the first time in just over a year, we’d been alone together. I cleared my throat. “I’m, uh… I have the rings for tomorrow. You just have to put them…”.

Jax stormed towards me; and threw his arms around me. His lips were on mine; greedily kissing me. “Jax…”, I panted; pulling my face away. “Air!”. He grinned at me; and suddenly I was over his shoulder – his hand meeting my bottom in a soft clap. I giggled, as he walked me into the bedroom, and put me down on the floor – once again attacking me with kisses.

I pushed his cut of his shoulders; and he went for the buttons on my dress – almost tearing them off. “Slow down Jackson”, I giggled. “I like this dress”. “A year, doll”, he grinned. “I’d like it better on the floor”. I shrugged the garment off, pulling it down my body – leaving me in a bra and panties – as Jax shed his shirt and t-shirt.

I stopped, and looked down his torso. On the right side of his torso were three white scars, I’d not seen before. I ran my fingers over them. Jackson grabbed my hand, and kissed my fingertips. “I’m ok, Cat”, he smiled. I swallowed hard. “I thought…”. He pulled me close to his naked chest. “I know… me too. But I’m here”. He kissed the top of my head.

I looked up, and met his lips again. Warmth spread from my core, all the way through my limbs. Hooking my fingers into his belt, I smirked. “Pants, Teller”. “Yes, ma’am”, he grinned; and opened his belt and jeans; pulling them down. I bit my lip in glee, looking at the straining fabric on his boxers. Jax looked down himself. “Yeah… he’s been a little lonely lately”, he smiled embarrassedly. I reached over, and gave his member a gentle squeeze through the fabric - making Jax gasp, and send me a menacing grin.

He ran a finger over the top of my breasts; meeting the lace of my bra. “Take it of”, he said. I tilted my head. “I thought you’d want to do that”. Jax’s eyes lit up, and I braced myself for what was coming up.

With shaky hands, my old man reached under my arms, and behind me – opening my bra, and pulling it off me. His eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. “Holy shit!”, he gasped. I grinned, and looked down at the tassels adorning my nipples; before meeting his eyes again. “I thought I’d give you a welcome home present”.

Jax dropped down to sit on the edge of the bed. He ran a hand over his face; before holding it out, as if he was admiring a work of art. “This… darlin’, you are the most…”. A smile, wider than any one I’d ever seen from him; spread over his face. “Did… could you…?”. I rolled my eyes, and bounced my body up and down for a second. The movement made the tassels spin around slightly. “Happy?”, I smirked. Jac lifted a brow at me. “Panties; off! Foreplay is over”.

He ripped my underwear down my legs; and with an arm around my waist, he threw me on the bed. His boxers disappeared quickly; and he began kissing the area around my nipples with a fervor. Moving his lips north, he licked over the sweet spot on my neck. “I want you – on top – making those tassels twirl!”, he growled into my ear. “Yes, sir”, I whimpered. He slid his hand down my belly; finding my folds; and sliding a finger inside me. I closed my eyes, and mewled. “You ready?”, he asked. I nodded.

Jax laid back on the bed; and I sat up to straddle him. Looking down on his wanton hardness; I took a deep breath; and began lowering myself onto it. Every inch that entered me, was heaven. Jacksons hands were on my hips – his fingers digging in to my skin. A desperate look in his eyes; he groaned. “Tighter…”, he gasped. “Bigger”, I panted. He grinned; and I began moving.

I put my hands on my head – making my breasts perk – and Jackson laughed, as I moved my body to make the tassels twirl. For a while I danced on top of my old man – moving my hips so that his penis thrusted in and out of me. I clenched my walls, and bit my lips. “Cat… please”, Jax pleaded. I did it again. “Holy sh…”, he almost roared. “Better than that calloused hand?”, I panted. “You don’t even know…”, he whimpered. “Show me”, I said.

Jax twisted his body; so that I fell to the mattress – his penis still inside me. He began thrusting rhythmically; and kissed me. Our tongues met and battled for dominance. “Pancakes again”, Jax smiled, when he came up for air. I rolled my hips upwards, to get him to hit my sweet spot inside. Jax caught on, and linked his arm under my knee – pushing into me hard, with a desperate groan. Before long I was feeling the warm sensation of an approaching orgasm. “Take me with you, baby”, Jax almost whimpered – and his words sent me over the edge.

I cried out; and came – my violent orgasm pulling Jackson into his own. He thrusted into me a few more times; trying desperately to prolong the sensation for us both. I was almost sobbing from the extreme jolts moving through my body; and I scratched my nails across his back. Jax let out a last hoarse groan, before – with a final thrust – he let himself go, and collapsed on top of me.

I held him in my arms, and kissed his temple. We were both panting, and had large smiles on our faces. “I love you”, I said. “I love you so much…”, he replied, and softly kissed my lips; before pulling out of me, and laying down next to me. Pulling me into his grasp, it was as if he thought I would disappear if he let go of me. “I’m here, baby”, I whispered. He smiled.

I looked down at my breasts. “Can I take them off now?”, I smiled. Jax grinned, and tore the patches off my nipples for me. “Ow!”, I yelped, as the adhesive pulled at my tender skin. “Sorry”, Jackson grimaced; and sucked gently at each of my nipples – sending another jolt through my core. He let out a slight chuckle, and put his arm over my belly; holding on to me.

“Thank you…”, he muttered. “This year… I only made it, because I knew you were outside, waiting for me”. “You had Abel”, I blushed. He shook his head. “I wouldn’t be able to be the father he deserves, without you”. I smirked. “If I’m so great, why don’t you marry me?”, I said.

Jax took my left hand, and kissed the crow on my finger. “I plan to”.

---

And he did.

Opie and Lyla got married the day after Jax had returned. He and I stood beside each of our best friends, as the two of them exchanged vows – all the while, sending each other knowing looks and smiles.

Six months later, Jax stepped in to the bedroom where I was getting dressed. “You know, we forgot about the part where the groom isn’t supposed to see the bride before the wedding”, I smiled – struggling to close the zipper on the back of my knee-length, off-white dress, with a red lace overlay. “Well, we’ve already broken every rule in the book, doll”, Jax chuckled; and stepped behind me, to help. His finger brushed down my spine, before pulling up the zipper. “You’re telling me! Your mom is pissed, I’m not wearing white”, I muttered. “You still can…”. “It didn’t feel right”, I said. “And I like this dress”. “Me too”, Jax whispered; and ran his hands over my breasts. My neckline wasn’t plunging – but it was deep enough to reveal a good bit of my cleavage. “Jax, we’ll be late…”, I whispered. He kissed my neck, and pressed against me. “Come on, darlin’”, he said. “Gemma already picked up the kid… We got a few minutes”. I laughed. “Since when did you only take a few minutes?”. “I’ll take that as a compliment”, he smiled.

Jax sat down on the bed in front of me, and put his hands on my slightly swollen belly. “How are you doing, baby girl?”, he whispered at my tummy. “She’s good”, I smiled, and stroked his cheek. “Don’t kick your mom too much today. She already has to pee every 30 minutes…”, Jackson grinned. I yanked slightly at his beard, and scowled at him. “Go finish up, Teller”, I chided. He looked at me questioningly. “You sure about the flannel?”, he asked. “Absolutely”, I smiled, and bent down to kiss him.

Jax slipped away to get his blue flannel from the dryer, and I finished getting ready – putting on some red lipstick. I looked at my smiling face in the mirror. “Let’s do this”.

---

A large group of motorcycles were parked on each side of the TM lot – making almost and aisle for us, as Jax and I came riding in. Cheers erupted all around, as suited and leather-clad people saw us arriving.

Jax stopped his bike, and I gingerly got off it – Jax holding my hand to support me. My center of gravity wasn’t the best these days. After he’d parked his bike, I took Jacksons hand, and we went over to greet Clay and Gemma – who was holding Abel’s hand. “Momma Cat’s pretty!”, our boy exclaimed. Gemma looked me over. “Ok, I surrender. You’re beautiful”, she smiled. I hugged her tightly, and let Clay kiss my cheek. “Looking good, teach’”, the president said. “Thank you”, I smiled.

Jax pulled at my hand. “We have out of town guests”, he smiled. I turned around, and saw the grinning face of Mike, and his guys from Chicago. I stepped over, and gave him a warm hug. “Hey there, miss Rose!”, he said. “Not much longer”, Jax said, and hugged his Chicago brother. “We talked about that”, I said with a chuckle. Jackson rolled his eyes. “Rose-Teller. Whatever”, he said. “Let’s just get married”.

We walked into the clubhouse; Gemma and Clay at our heels – and Abel sitting on his father’s hip. Inside stood friends and family, and all of our brothers from Samcro. They cheered and whooped, as Jax pulled me in for a slight kiss. “Hands off, Jackie! You’re not married yet”, Chibs barked. “Does that mean the rest of us still got a shot?”, Juice grinned. Jax smiled at him menacingly. “Funny, man. Keep it up”.

I stroked Jax’s cheek. “You know what…?”, I said. “Let me have at ‘em, while I’m still a free woman”. Jackson looked at me with narrowed his eyes. I patted his butt, and moved towards to the group of bikers. Behind me, Jax set Abel down on the floor. “Any of your uncles get to handsy with momma Cat, kick their asses”, Jackson muttered to his son.

Waving at people to move back, I smiled brightly. “Move back people. Pregnant lady coming through!”. People stepped away to give me space. “Line up, boys”, I grinned.

The entire crew of The Sons of Anarchy, Redwood originals; lined up in a row – and I went from biker to biker – planting a soft kiss on each of their lips. Opie grinned; Rat and Phil – who’d both finally patched in – blushed; Clay, Bobby and Piney smiled; Happy let out a silent oh yeah; Tig licked his lips, once I was finished with him – and once I got to Juice, he slipped an arm around me; holding on just a little longer than I had planned. A tiny foot kicked his shin. “No touching!”, Abel yelled; and Juice grinned – ending the kiss, and letting me go.

Lyla came over with a beautiful little bouquet of red roses; and a crown to match. She put the flower wreath on my head; and kissed my cheek. “You ready?”, she whispered. I nodded.

Someone opened the door to the chapel, where a flower arrangement with a reaper cutout was displayed on the table. “I charge by the hour, people!”, Lowen cried out, and stepped up to stand in the doorway. I was happy the club lawyer was also a registered officiant. It didn’t feel right to have anyone else wed us. Abel went over to hold Gemma’s hand; and Opie and Lyla stood on either side of the door, as best man, and matron of honor.

Jackson came over and took my hands. “Last chance to run, darlin’”, he said earnestly. “I wouldn’t get far before I had to stop to pee”, I smiled. “Besides… There’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be, than here”. My old man gave me his trademark smirk. “Let’s get married”.

Hand in hand, we walked over to stand in front of our officiant. “Who gives this woman to be wed?”, Lowen said. A resounding We do!, came from the entire Samcro charter. “All right”, she smiled. “We’re gathered here today, to witness the union of Jackson Nathaniel Teller, and Catherine Rose. If anyone sees any reason why these two should not be wed, let them speak now, or forever hold their peace”. Gemma looked menacingly across the room. “I’ll put a 5-inch heel so far up your ass, you’ll be able to taste the dogshit I stepped in outside”, she growled. A low murmuring chuckle sounded all around.

“Jackson”, Lowen said. “Do you take Catherine to be your lawful wedded wife?”. Jax grinned – his blue eyes sparkling with joy. “Hell yeah. I do”. My cheeks flushed red. “Catherine”, Lowen continued. “Do you take Jackson to be your lawful wedded husband?”. “I do”, I smiled. Jax looked at Lowen. “Can I kiss her now?”, he asked. Laughter erupted. “Not yet…”, Lowen smiled. “Rings first”. “Shit, yeah”, Jax chuckled.

He waved over Abel, and took two bands from the boy’s hand. They had been JT’s and Gemma’s wedding rings. I sent my almost-mother-in-law a loving look. She nodded, and wiped away a tear. “Thanks, son”, Jax whispered, and kissed his son’s head. Abel hugged my leg for a second, before running back to Gemma.

“Do you have vows?”, Lowen asked. Jax nodded, and handed me the larger ring. I took his left hand, and held the band in front of his ring finger. “Jackson; with this ring, I vow my love and affection. I promise to try to learn how to cook, to dance on folding chairs whenever you ask me to – and to protect and cherish you and our children, with all I have. I will always be a faithful, devoted, and – sometimes – obedient wife and old lady”. I slid the ring onto his finger, and sent him a warm smile.

Jackson blew out a deep breath; and took my hand, holding the smaller ring in front of the finger I was already wearing my crow on. “Ok”, he said. “Catherine; with this ring, I vow my love and affection. I promise to do the dishes more often, to let you wear this flannel whenever you want…”. He gestured to the blue flannel he was wearing under his cut. “And to protect and cherish you and our children, with all I have. I will always be a faithful, devoted and respectful husband, and old man. I’ll treat you as good as my leather”.

Opie patted his shoulder. “What else…?”, he muttered. Jax grinned. “Come on! I already ride her, more than my Harley”, he chuckled. The whole room erupted in laughter, and I scrunched up my face in embarrassment.  “But I promise to continue doing so”, Jax finished; and slid on the ring – kissing my hand in the wake.

Lowen looked at us both meaningfully. “Then; by the power vested in me, by the state of California – I now pronounce you; husband and wife”. Jax looked at her questioningly. “Now?”, he asked. “Now”, Lowen nodded with a smile.

Jax yanked me into his embrace, put his hand my cheek – and we kissed as husband and wife. The room erupted in applause. Abel’s tiny foot met his father’s shin. “No touching!”, he yelled, to loud laughter.

Jax looked at me, and smiled. “Nah, kid. I’m holding on to this one. And I’m never letting go”.

THE END

#jackson teller #jax teller x oc #jax teller fic #jax teller #jackson teller fic #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy fic #soa

[courageisneverforgotten]

Billy Joel and Colbie Caillat for the band/artist ask?

billy joel:

(okay i've heard of him before for sure but i've never listened as far as i know!!)

First song youtube took me to: piano man

First Impression: okay i was just thinking about how i should listen to more music outside of my little 2010s-2020s bubble!! this feels really nostalgic and bittersweet.

Do I like it?: i do!!!

Would I listen to more from them?: probably!! and tbh i've probably heard more of his songs and i just wasn't aware it was him

Rate (from what I heard): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

colbie caillat:

(i have only heard the song try from her but i lov it <3)

First song youtube took me to: bubbly

First Impression: wAIT I KNOW THIS SONG?? my.. 6th grade english teacher? i think? used to play this omg

Do I like it?: yess it's very light and laid-back <3

Would I listen to more from them?: yeah i think so!

Rate (from what I heard): 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

#thank you!!! 💙 #ask #if you have song recs from them u wanna share u should hehe

[luvdsc]

same anon but AAAAAAA i do read explicit content and i enjoy it too (except some pwp tho im just sort of ok w it im always into the plot PLZ) but fics that r just filled w fluff and humor and ANGST I LIVE FOR THOSE it just keeps me going ykno ;;; and like how u do it — ok they kissed passionately they slept tgt ok it’s morning HHHH it just hits more differently imo. but ok back to pussy blocked, as much as i looooove jeno i am rlly glad u went thru with that ending instead 🥺 im gon find that alternate ending (i cant use a laptop rn :( ) and just see but even though it made me so sad they didn’t end up tgt i’m happy jaemin’s feelings got acknowledged and reciprocated ykno jeno and yn may hv that chemistry too but so does her n jaem!! and hands down to jaem too because he just stepped aside before in respect for as you said the bro code :(((( AAAAA few days later i still lov them so much and i still think of them from time to time yes 3 of them :( i can talk about this fic for hours for days i’ll read it again and again and won’t probably stop crying abt it

asjkhflkjash uh fun fact, when i was like 15-16 and exploring the kpop writing world, i never encountered smut before in my other writing endeavors, so i didn’t know what pwp stood for. I thought it was some kind of emoji like owo cnjfjdjd there were no warnings or anything so i clicked on this fic and then exited it out so fast 💀💀 from that point on, i never touched anything smut, and i learned my lesson. but YES oh my gosh, especially angst - that’s my absolute favorite genre to read, specifically bittersweet angst :’) i’m happy to hear that you enjoyed how i laid out the storyline, lovebug! kissing, making out without mentioning tongue is the farthest i’m willing to go with writing, and even then, i’m not completely comfy with writing that, so i’ll only do it if i need it to move the plot along 😅 and me too, honey bee !!! 💕 i’m really happy that i went with the jaemin ending instead of the jeno one 💓 the alternate ending is linked in the subtitle for part xiv of the fic if that helps!! and yesss omg every time i think of the alternate ending, i’m like ... but.. but jaemin and his four years of liking yn ): jaemin liked her since freshman year and they were friends since then, so he’s liked her all this time, whereas jeno only had a crush on her in freshman year and then his feelings came back during senior year when they met up again. but yes, jaemin is a true friend and he cherishes his friendship with jeno most of all 🤧💗  ashfdlkjashfd i’m so honored and touched that you still think of my story and its characters tho??? oh my gosh, thank you so much, lovebug 😭😭💞 i honestly love hearing your thoughts about pussy blocked since it’s so nice to see the reader’s perspective on things, so if you ever want to discuss anything, i’m all ears, sweetpea! and thank you for reading it more than once omg 🥺 i know it’s a long fic, so it truly means so much to me that you would take the time to read it not only one time, but multiple times 💘💘 and i’m sorry for making you cry 😭 thank you again, sweetpea, for the loveliest asks!!! 🌸🌸 i hope you have a good day/night ✨

#asks #anonymous #flowers #fic: pussy blocked

[taetaespeaches]

Welp, this girl just got a diagnosis for the first time in her 5 years of psychological-psychiatric treatment and it's generalized anxiety disorder. Kinda bittersweet. I feel exhausted and sad that this is not just a bad moment or a face, but it also feels like a weight lifted off my shoulders to finally have a name for it. Feeling tired but also like I get a new start. I'm lucky to have your handy dandy masterpieces to keep me happy and sane.

Hope this was somewhat comprehensible. Remember to check up on your mental health kids✨

Lov u Liv -bilingual fb aunt chick anon.

Sending you so much love, sweetie <3 it’s so good to have a diagnosis though, I’m glad that you know what’s going on and can put a name to it. I understand the bittersweet feeling but I hope the relief is the dominant emotion here bc this can provide you with so much peace of mind! I hope we all prioritize our mental health a bit more. Love you lovely 🧡

#the bilingual facebook aunt chick anon #asks #a new start!!!!! I love that #I’m sending you so much freaking love and light lovely #and I’m so proud of you for going through the work to sort out your mental health <3

[shouta-aizawow]

3 of the day... Want some hard angst: What if everyone in 1-A was the traitors except for Bakugou, even some of the teachers are involved. They thought at first that everyone in 1A was going to be villans, but then this feral kid vome and they can't pit him in other clas 'cause his 1st place, so... The only one who's not a villan. At first they don't like him, but then they start to care and finally they love him (pl or rom) the thing is... he find out and hes hurt and doesn't wana talk to them

OMG THE BETRYAL😭😭

I could see Bakugou feeling super betrayed and like he was made a mockery of.

And the hit to his self-esteem that the only friends he thought he had were villains? Yikes...

I think he’d feel immensely angry. Like, he was the one to get chained up like an animal, he was the one to be called names, he was the one to be kidnapped by the LOV, and he was the one that has to deal with the guilt of being the end to All Might.

I’d imagine that All Might wasn’t a traitor, because the increased angst potential of Bakugou realizing that his idol chose a villain over him? chef’s kiss.

Yeah, Bakugou’s classmates begin to love him (platonically), and I feel like he’d feel attachment towards them, too, but there will always be that resentment and betrayal and anger and sadness in his heart that says “I went through all of that, I was called a villain by you and the entire world, yet I was the only one that was truly a hero”.

Like, you don’t just get over that!!!

He’d feel so ashamed, too! Because if the only people that like him and got along with him were/are villains, then what does that say about him? The heroes and the citizens, the supposed “good” people, hate him, so what does that say about him?

He’d probably wonder if it was even worth it to keep fighting to be a hero, because literally every sign tells him that he’s destined to become a villain.

I don’t think he’d be a villain though, but he probably wouldn’t continue training to be a hero. I like to think that he’d become a vigilante that lives in a secluded area in the mountains.

I think that he doesn’t tell anyone this. Not even his ex-classmates and ex-teachers know about it.

Before he left though, they all explained themselves, but he’d still have that anger, so he’d cut all contact for a long time. While he does his vigilante stuff and heals mentally.

Then, I’m thinking that he gets a letter with them finding him and agreeing to give him the space he needs, and that’s why they haven’t tried to contact him more than the letter or go to his cabin.

It might take weeks, days, or years, but maybe he decides one day to go to the location on the paper. Just to see if they’re still there, and if there are, maybe he’d agree to start their relationship over. No detrimental secrets, no hidden identities. Just some villains and a vigilante and their found family.

AHHH THERES SO MANY DIRECTIONS YOU COULD TAKE WITH THAT IDEA!!! HAPPY END, SAD END, BITTERSWEET END, OPEN END!!!

I’ve never heard of this concept before! Everyone being a traitor except Bakugou?! The angst potential and introspection is HUGE with this one, folks!

AGAIN, THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUCH FOR THIS 💖💖💖💖💖

#wow! asks! #bakugou katsuki #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #bakugo katsuki #bakugou #bakugou headcanons #bnha headcanons #bnha traitor #that’s such an INTERESTING concept!!!

[pluskirishima]

Karma

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|| angst katsuki x reader pls maybe like they broke up before he got kidnapped and reader were at lov’s hideout when katsuki was brought there?? (turns out dabi and reader is friends) ||

“I don’t see this relationship going anywhere.” Bakugo’s gruff voice spoke as his red eyes remained on the pavement in front of them, his hands gripping the straps of his backpack tighter when he heard the shaky breaths of his, now, ex.

His body tensed when she let out a small sigh, daring to glance at her. Her face held a forced smile as she clenched at the ends of her school uniform, teary (e/c) eyes blinking up at him as she gave him a bittersweet laugh. 

“It took you an entire year and a half to realize that, huh Katsuki?” She said mumbled softly, dropping her gaze to her shoes as her hair fell to cover most of her face, but Bakugo caught the tiny droplets that fell onto the cold pavement as the air between them grew more suffocating with every second passing. 

He struggled to swallow the growing lump in his throat as he narrowed his red eyes, burning invisible holes at the top of her head. “Sorry to say this (L/N), but I never really felt anything.” He said with a feigned scoff, turning his back to her as he adjusted his hold onto his backpack, his other hand clenched into a fist inside his pocket as he grit his teeth. “You’re not someone I see myself loving. You were just a stupid extra I could mess around with while it lasted. We all get bored someday.” 

Bakugo ignored the visible flinch she had, beginning to walk towards the train station, using every fiber in his body not to run back and tell her he didn’t mean a word he said when he heard the first choked sob leave her lips. 

“Karma’s a bitch, Bakugo! Remember that.”

The blonde groaned, his body aching as he tried to move his body. The sound of chains and metal rattling caused his eyes to snap open, body instinctively thrashing as the villains suddenly turned their attention to him. Growls left his lips as, who he assumed was the leader, spoke up. 

“Remove his restraints, we’re meant to treat him as an equal, right? We are scouting him after all.” The man spoke clearly, despite the hand covering a majority of his face along with his unruly pale blue locks. Bakugo’s red eyes darted between each one, biting the inside of his cheek as the scarred individual instructed another to release him. 

He immediately took the open opportunity, palms erupting into a large explosion the second his hands were released from the cuffs. A small thud silenced everyone as the leader’s hand fell from the confines of his face. “I’m tired of all your meaningless yapping.” Bakugo growled, hands at the ready if any of the villains dared to approach. 

“Shigaraki!”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Katsuki.” He froze, his eyes darting to the corner of the room where a familiar figure’s footsteps clicked against the dirtied floor, pushing in between the stitched and body suit cladded villains. His hands rushed towards her when she was in arms range, pushing her behind him as he barred his teeth at the villains. 

“They took you too? Is that why you went fucking missing? If anyone touches her, you’re all dead!” Bakugo threatened, chills going down his spine as the unfazed villains stared at him blankly. 

With a swift kick to the back of the knees, Bakugo felt his legs buckle before another hit sent him face down against the floor, elbows digging in between his shoulder blades as he let out a frustrated scream, thrashing in (Y/N)’s clutches as she used her knee to hold the blonde down. 

“Calm down, (Y/N), we still need him alive.” The stitched one spoke, an amused, yet bored smile on his face as the girl clutched her previous lover’s hair in her grasp, tugging his head back far enough for their eyes to meet. 

Bakugo grunted as his red eyes met hers, an eerily cold smile on her face as she moved to grip his jaw in her hands. “But Dabi, we’re just messing around. Right, Katsuki?” She said softly, tilting her head as her hair brushed against his skin, causing goosebumps to form. 

“Did you remember? Karma’s a bitch.” She whispered in his ear before slamming his head against the floor, dark spots filling his vision before the darkness swallowed him, barely catching the cold look (Y/N) gave him as she crouched in front of his face. 

#bnha imagine #bnha imagines #bnha angst #bnha fluff #bnha deku #bnha midoriya #bnha fic #katsuki bakugou #bnha bakugou #Katsuki Bakugō #bakugou x reader #bakugou headcanons #bnha katsuki #katsuki fluff #katsuki x reader #imagine #imagines #mha imagine #mha imagines #mha fic #mha #bnha

[minwooks-moved]

hi bieloved! 🤭 + 🌟 (golcha) pls !

hiii, eri-beloved 🥰✨💓

(🤭) bias that came as a surprise :

ahh .. i started out a jcob & sunu stan, ended up a jcob, sunu, and younghoon stan 😔😔 JDNFN — on a more serious note, bestie really got me as i watched their summer camp thing that was around his bday in like .. 2019 i think ? something abt him There really just . snatched me 😵‍💫 ( ‘nd also that clip of him going into the cold pool so sunu would feel calm enough to do the photos for ? i think it was just kngdom ? or rtk …. anyways that also Added to whatever snatched me DJDB )

(🌟) favorite [golcha] era, concept, &/or album :

do you know .. how difficult this was … !! i will do two ‘nd separate it by era/album that i didn’t know them & era/album that i did !! it was the only way 😔 so !! the first : i will have to give it to genie era rn !! she has the iconic jjun kick in the choreo… fox!jchan…. the i see u vid ( ‘nough said there )….THAT bongjae beloveded…… and also her m/v is one you can really tell they had fun filming it :(( she really is a serotonin booster that Cannot Be Beat Ever sorry 👍 ( special mention before i move on : she also ended up bringing the (bittersweet) dingo radio covers joochan did ! :< ) & for the second : burn it era i lov u so so so dearly …. the m/v concept…. THAT bongjae … and also strawberry!taek in That choker……. really brought out actors!golcha too…… brought the breathe m/v (mini-drama)…. the cool cool performance(s)…… and it showed how much they’ve grown !! not that the trilogy or piu didn’t but … yk …. takes Men to be able to do zombies KDNDNDN — kidding, kidding .. what i really mean is that they have a lot more variety than what they had previously been given credit before <3

send me an emoji, and i’ll . . .

#sorry for the paragraph djdbdb #thank u so much for sending 🥺🥺🥺🥺 #eri.dotnet. ! 🍓 #*bbiemail #ask.bie. ! 🐝

[an-assortment-of-forks]

2, 5, 8, 9, 12, 13, 18

what fandoms were apart of that you aren’t any longer?

uhhhhh. probably just every anime that I've dropped at some point xD. i don't have any big drama with any fandoms so like there's never a reason really beyond just getting bored tbh.

what is your favorite overused trope?

FAKE. DATING.

do you prefer happy, bittersweet, or sad endings?

i used to really like sad endings... but lately I'm leaning more towards happy and I think it's cause I didn't really love any characters as much as the ones I love now xD

do you like prequels?

if they're done right yeah!

if you could change one ending to a book/show/game/etc, what would you change about it?

this one's hard to do without spoiling things so I really can't say shfidhfjf.

do you mind sequels that are completely different with a new plot and new characters or do you prefer they stay with the same story and characters?

the setting has to be pretty unique and awesome for me to be ok with that. i tend to get attached to characters more than the world so I'd rather they keep the same characters so I can stay invested.

characters you want to wrap in a blanket and tell them they’re going to be okay?

...soooo so many? so many. but especially Shoya Ishida ;-;. i lov him and all the characters of A Silent Voice so much they deserve the world. (except for dang Kawai and Ueno. they can go without hugs forever.)

pff sorry it took like 3 days to answer this but thank you so much!! :D this was fun!