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bubmyg23 days ago
i associate u with safeness i guess, i think your blog has always been a safe space for me and you were also the first writer who i had interest in in more than just their works, but i rememeber going through youe pinterest boards and loving your concepts.
I know i can come back here and remember a time where everything was a little easier and reading your stories really feels like it is! <3 thank you for everything, you've inspired me so much in my own writing i cant thank u enough
- 馃anon <3
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u will make me cry omg no thank u for reading my stuff n being so kind to me in general i appreciate u immensely and i love u 馃様馃ズ
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jcthro2 months ago
every time i think about sam winchester it鈥檚 like. come here i鈥檓 going to put you in my pocket.
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clumsyclifford5 months ago
Sending love and positive vibes your way, Bella! It's always a delight to see you on my dash 馃グ
thank you kara <3 that鈥檚 so sweet ily
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seaoflove6 months ago
some quotes i live by pt. 2 (pt.1)
let me stay tender-hearted, despite despite despite 鈥 chen chen, from this tweet
can i, as an adult, have the childlike courage to lose myself? 鈥 clarice lispector
i took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. i am, i am, i am. 鈥 sylvia plath, the bell jar
it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world 鈥 mary oliver
where does this tenderness come from? and what will i do with it? 鈥 marina tsvetaeva (translated by ilya kaminsky)
i beg of you, do not walk by / without pausing / to attend to this / rather ridiculous performance. it could mean something. it could mean everything. it could be what rilke meant, when he wrote: you must change your life. 鈥 mary oliver, 鈥渋nvitation鈥
a trick i often use, when i feel overwhelming shame or regret, or brokenness beyond repair, is to think of a line i especially love, or a poem that arrived like lightning, and remember that it wouldn鈥檛 have come to me if anything in my life had happened differently. not that way. not in those words 鈥 patricia lockwood
i want to live the rest of my life, however long or short, with as much sweetness as i can decently manage, loving all the people i love, and doing as much as i can of the work i still have to do 鈥 audre lorde, a burst of light: living with cancer
be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. [...] live the questions now. perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer. 鈥 rainer maria rilke, letters to a young poet
i want to be a sweetheart in every moment, full of goats and xylophones, as charming as a hill with a small village on it. i want to be a village full of sweethearts 鈥 chen chen, 鈥渆legy for my sadness鈥
the sea: i didn鈥檛 lose myself in it; i found myself in it 鈥 albert camus
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hustaoa year ago
omg i've been waiting for u turn anon back on bc i am too shy. but helloo again i'm the anon from yesterday and i saw ur all time low post today and squeaked cuz i love them and you're even more amazing in my eyes now alsosososo your poem is literally so good you are low-key (highkey) my icon and just wow you are goals. ok bye have a nice day i'm sry for clogging ur inbox!!!!
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usnatarchives17 hours ago
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From records of President Clinton's Domestic Policy Council, Clinton Library, NARA ID 158700600.
#OTD 1997: Deep Blue Beats Kasparov!
By Miriam Kleiman, Public Affairs
#OTD in chess history, 1997, Chess Grandmaster Garry Kasparov resigns after 19 moves against IBM's Deep Blue computer in the 6th and final game of their match.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, we have lots of chess-related records. Here are some faves!
Civil War Chess!
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Matthew Brady picture of Col. James P. McMahon and group at headquarters of 164th N.Y. Inf., NARA ID 524678.
World War I POW Chess!
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Chess game at US War Prison Barracks, Fort Douglas, UT, 1917/1918, NARA ID 31479013.
WWII Chess!
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Russian flyers and an American play chess at Officer's Club, ATC's Alaskan base in Nome. USAF records, NARA ID 204948204.
Nazis stashed chess painting in Merker's Mine!
To protect the nation's art treasures, Nazi Reichminister for Education decided to stash them in mines for safekeeping, starting with 45 cases of art in March 1945. An estimated 25% of German artworks were stored in the Merkers salt mine. Learn more in archivist Greg Bradsher's Prologue story: Nazi Gold: The Merkers Mine Treasure.
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The Chess Players, 1508 painting by Dutch painter Lucas van Leyden, stashed at Merkers mine.
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Monuments Men-related record from the Wiebaden Central Collecting Point, 1945-1946, shows that the Chess Players was recovered from Merkers mine. NARA ID 74180556.
Camp David Chess!
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Menachem Begin and Zbigniew Brzezinski play chess at Camp David during negotiations for the Camp David Accords, 9/12/1978, Carter Library, NARA ID 181238.
1970s Chess!
EPA's DOCUMERICA Project documented chess players in downtown Cincinnati, OH, 6/1973.
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Anyone recognize the set's theme? Looks Disney-ish. NARA ID 553290.
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NARA ID 553197.
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Airmen in chemical-biological warfare gear play chess during Exercise TEAM SPIRIT '85, Osan Air Base in Korea, 3/1/1985. DoD records, NARA ID 6415510.
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wuhllow2 days ago
r18, mdni, 12,200w
Bakugou Katsuki x reader
And honestly? He can鈥檛 even deny it anymore.
Bakugou Katsuki is hopelessly in love, and with his best friend, no less.
When another man asks you out on a date, you鈥檙e ecstatic, giddy, and all too eager to accept. So of course you鈥檒l say yes, right?
Wrong. Katsuki has other plans, apparently. Plans that did not include (both of your) hidden feelings rising to the surface.
(best friends to lovers, a bit of childhood friends to lovers)
Warnings/tags: jealous (very jealous) Katsuki, possessiveness, angst and big argument, he literally cockblocks you, AND pins you against your will at one point, kind of rough sex because...it鈥檚 Bakugou, he鈥檚 soft after sex <3, an impromptu Kiri appearance, happy smoochie sexy ending
If you鈥檇 prefer, you can also read this on my Ao3! 鈾ワ笍
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He doesn鈥檛 know when it started eating away at him, this feeling. It鈥檚 a burning, sweltering, so damn distracting type of feeling and it鈥檚 just about swallowing up his whole being. It sits thick behind his ribs, makes his heart jump a few beats too fast whenever he so much as looks in your direction.
It鈥檚 infuriating. It always has been.
Maybe this fire he feels for you ignited back during the UA days. A small, simmering little thing it was back then, mainly because he forced it to be, forced himself to fight it down with bared teeth and sharpened nails. Denying, and denying, and denying because Bakugou Katsuki didn鈥檛 fucking need anyone. The only person he would ever need was himself.
But that was way back when, back when he was still an unpredictable ball of anger and so emotionally constipated that everyone was surprised it wasn鈥檛 painful鈥攂ack when he would scoff at the notion of love, of weakness.聽
Now? Not so much.
It鈥檚 been years since...those days, and he鈥檚 graduated and climbed the hero rankings so quickly that it鈥檚 near frightening. Of course, experience dominos along with this feat, and of course, it鈥檚 something that he鈥檚 had plenty of now. Plenty of them eye-opening, a handful of them near-death, all of them tucked away for safekeeping under the green nylon of his belt.
The slow roll of time has ticked away over the years, and frankly, it鈥檚 also ticked him off in part. Because not only has he had time for maturity and growth and yadda yadda yadda, but he鈥檚 also had time to grow into himself, his morals, and most (if not the only thing) of all鈥
He鈥檚 had time to grow into his feelings. As sickening and as ooey-gooey as they may be.
It probably began on the day when he decided that you were remotely tolerable (for reasons he will never admit), and after that, the both of you naturally pulled closer. So close, in fact, that you have the key to his apartment, and he has yours. So close that he doesn鈥檛 throw a confused glare when he finds you lounging on his couch after a long day of hero work like he would with literally anyone else. So close that when he sees you walk out of his shower in nothing but a thin towel, he doesn鈥檛 even bat an eye.聽
(On the outside, at least鈥)
It鈥檚 purely platonic, that鈥檚 what it鈥檚 established itself to be, you guys are just friends. And to any normal person, that鈥檚 exactly how it would appear. Save for the few who know Bakugou better, who know that he would never in a million years give someone as much freedom to roam around in his home, in his heart, as he gives you.
Unless, of course, there are some...other feelings at play.
And honestly? He can鈥檛 even deny it anymore.
Bakugou Katsuki is hopelessly in love, and with his best friend, no less.
Well, one of them, at least. Kirishima is without a doubt his best friend as well, but the relationship he鈥檚 greedily carved with you isn鈥檛 like that. Not at all.聽
Because Bakugou doesn鈥檛 feel this nastiness that rots from his stomach to his chest whenever Kirishima tells him about a new girl that he鈥檚 talking to, and that he鈥檚 hopeful it might blossom into something more. He doesn鈥檛 see red at the edges of his vision or have to suppress his quirk from just exploding because he鈥檚 so jealous that it hurts.
Kirishima isn鈥檛 you.
Kirishima isn鈥檛 in his room, draped over his bed, gushing about some 鈥渃ute鈥 fucking guy he met at the coffee shop he frequents every Friday.
鈥淎nd then he asked for my number! Can you believe it, Katsuki?鈥澛
You don鈥檛 notice the gruffer than usual grunt he gives in response, or the fact that his eyes roll so hard they nearly disappear into his skull. You haven鈥檛 been noticing this whole time, or maybe you鈥檙e pretending not to.
(It鈥檚 an expertise you and your tight-knit circle have perfected over the years: learning to tune out his rough behaviors. They bounce right off of you now, barely even affect you because you know they hold no malice.)
(...Most of the time.)
He鈥檚 seated with his back against the headboard, aggressively tinkering with the lever that鈥檚 now dangling from his gauntlet. It got busted up during patrol earlier, he鈥檇 told you, and the villain who did it? Well, they鈥檇 ended up with a bit more than a black eye and bruised up ribs.
You shift on your stomach, begin to pick at the wrinkles that ripple over his black comforter when you say;
鈥淎t this rate, I might just find my true love before you do.鈥
It鈥檚 so obviously a tease because the words roll off of your tongue playfully, jokingly, no harm intended. It鈥檚 usual, the banter, but what is not usual is how your eyes droop just the slightest bit, dully, almost sadly.
Katsuki doesn鈥檛 notice this detail, he can鈥檛 notice because he鈥檚 too busy seething in his own pool of anger. It鈥檚 silent and without words, the way he lets his grip around the screwdriver turn to iron. He digs into the gauntlet with so much force now that his forearm and hand sprout vein after vein after vein, all of them a papercut away from bursting.
Anybody who has so much as seen Bakugou Katsuki, whether out and about or featured on TV, knows full well that he is more than capable of snagging himself a girlfriend. Hell, he could even have multiple if he so desired, what with all of the women practically throwing themselves at him left and right. So you find it odd how he never accepts any of them, never even tries. He doesn鈥檛 even look in their direction, just brushes them off like they鈥檙e some annoying little bugs.聽
It鈥檚 puzzling, all of it is, and despite this, you鈥檝e never once poked or prodded for a solid answer because you鈥檝e already come to your own hard-to-swallow conclusion.
Well, two conclusions, actually. Your first is that he just doesn鈥檛 want a romantic relationship. Your second? He already has his eyes set on someone else.
You鈥檇 rather not think about the latter.
Because thinking about it means letting a part of yourself wither and die away, to disintegrate with the wind.
It鈥檚 a war you haven鈥檛 quite learned to face yet; the war with yourself, with your feelings.聽
You鈥檙e not sure when it surfaced, this fondness that has wormed itself into your heart, forged trenches so deep you can never seem to shake it off.
Longing, longing, longing. It鈥檚 all you can ever seem to feel when you鈥檙e around him.
But the worst part by far is the aching. When the spindly vines of those deep-rooted feelings wrap around your heart, grow thorns and pierce your gummy flesh until you鈥檙e bleeding, bleeding, and bled.
It hurts, it always has. And it鈥檚 silly, you know it is, falling for your best friend. He would definitely think it is too, he would probably think that it鈥檚 stupid.
The thought haunts you, so does the feeling that just never seems to fizzle out despite how badly you鈥檝e wished for it to because you鈥檙e positive that he would never feel the same way. So you鈥檝e resigned yourself to your fate, resigned yourself to finding distraction in other things, in other bodies.
Even if he鈥檚 being a bit rough with you right now, it鈥檚 just because he鈥檚 tired, right? It鈥檚 late, patrol was draining for the both of you, he鈥檚 probably at that point of tired where he just doesn鈥檛 give a fuck about anything, where he gets all grumpy and short.
(No, it鈥檚 the opposite, actually鈥)
Katsuki does give a fuck, he gives a trillion fucks about this stupid coffee shop dude, so when your phone dings with a text and you nearly fall off of the bed because鈥擮h my god it鈥檚 him! He really texted!鈥攊t takes every drop of restraint within him not to just stand up and smash his window to flying shards.
鈥淲hat did he say?鈥 Now he has to get involved, and the words seep through his bared teeth in a quiet growl.
鈥淗e asked if it鈥檚 me,鈥 you giggle and tap away at the screen, 鈥渢he 鈥榗offee shop girl鈥.鈥
鈥楾he coffee shop girl鈥
Did that douche really forget your name? Or is it some shitty nickname that he thought would be cute? You apparently think it鈥檚 very cute, though, and he wants to fucking scream.
He鈥檚 practically burning holes into your phone now鈥攈e wants to burn it, actually, explode it with his own two hands and leave it a heap of smokey ashes on the floor.
Seeing you all giddy and giggly would usually have his heart squeezing and his mind softening. It never fails to because fuck he loves it. He thinks he鈥檒l never get enough.
But this is different. This isn鈥檛 right. You shouldn鈥檛 have your heart fixed on some other guy, looking all hopeful that something more will happen.
A sour taste finds its way onto Katsuki鈥檚 tongue.
He hates it, hates the little nickname, hates how every ounce of your attention is glued to your phone and not him. If it was on him, you鈥檇 be able to see, clear as day, the deep crease lining his brow; it鈥檚 sharp enough to cut glass. You鈥檇 also see the additional veins protruding from his temple and the column of his throat, and the painful flexing of his biceps from where they鈥檙e now crossed tightly against his chest.聽
If your attention was on him, you would have seen how he was nearly shaking when he placed his gauntlet and tools on the floor, as calmly as someone like him could manage in a situation like this.
It鈥檚 been slipping this whole time, his restraint. A flimsy little thread it is right now, the only thing that鈥檚 holding the raging pieces of him together, the only thing that鈥檚 keeping him from going crazy.
And with every little shift of your hips and curl of your lips, he finds that thread straining tighter.
It pulls and yanks and threatens to snap each and every time your eyes light up, each time you sound a cute little noise because of something someone else said.
(He should be the one making you feel that way鈥)
He tries his best to appear 鈥榗alm鈥, he really does. And after a few minutes of staring bullets into your skull, trying to will you to just glance in his damn direction, he questions you again despite knowing that his voice would sound anything but.
鈥淪o?鈥 he grits out. 鈥淭he fuck is he saying now?鈥
You don鈥檛 respond. Barely even react. All you do is give a light, absent hum and it鈥檚 obvious that you didn鈥檛 bother to register a single word he said, nor did you bother to register the resentment in his tone.
That moment almost makes him lose it.
If only he knew what you were going to say next.
鈥淥h my god, Katsuki,鈥 you squeal and it鈥檚 like your whole body writhes in joy. 鈥淗e just asked me out on a date. Holy shit, how do I respond? Do I say I鈥斺
There it is.
It was going to happen eventually, he knew it was. He can only take so much. It鈥檚 why his lips draw back in a snarl and his overly hot and sweaty hand snatches up your phone, plucks it all too easily from your grasp. When your squeal blends into a gasp, he鈥檚 quick to turn his back to you.
鈥淲hat the hell are you doing?鈥 you nearly yell, bursting up from your stomach to tackle him off of the bed. He barely even flinches, just takes the full weight of your body against his back like you鈥檙e nothing. He shifts himself again so your prying hands stay off of and away from his front.
鈥淕ive it back!鈥 You sound desperate, so desperate that Katsuki almost feels bad. You keep attempting to paw past his shoulders and around his biceps to snatch it back, but your arms aren鈥檛 long enough and he just keeps matching your movements so each and every time you鈥檙e met with the bulging muscles of his back.
鈥淗old on,鈥 he grunts, elbowing your reaching arm away.
Then he feels your nails dig into his shoulder, and a little whine of a sound leaves your throat. 鈥淜atsuki, please鈥斺
Fuck, why did you have to say that of all things? And in that tone too?
Suddenly, he鈥檚 hyper-aware of the position he鈥檚 in. How you鈥檙e pressed so tightly against him, clawing at his shoulders, his arms, his back.
Begging him for mercy.
All of it swelters something within him, something naughty and carnal and needy.
鈥淭here.鈥 He shoves the phone back at you roughly, retreating all too quickly to his spot against the headboard.
Honestly, you鈥檙e lucky he didn鈥檛 just blow it to bits. You鈥檙e lucky he could manage to restrain himself into doing something that was, in his opinion, much more graceful.
(You鈥檙e lucky he didn鈥檛 pounce on you right then and there鈥)
He wipes his palms on his sweats, watches you with large pupils and narrowed lids as you stare intently at your screen.聽
It鈥檚 wet, there are little droplets of sweat sitting over the keyboard towards the bottom. The long edges of your case are wet as well, but you鈥檙e focused on something else entirely.
Your eyes are glued to the most recent text, the one that apparently came from you, the one that you definitely did not just send yourself.
鈥楴o. Fuck you assface. Stop texting me鈥
And your stomach, along with your composure, drops to the floor.
鈥淏akugou, what the fuck?!鈥 This time, you do yell. He winces slightly at the name, his last name. You only use it when you鈥檙e beyond pissed with him.
You try to text him back as fast as you can, apologizing profusely because oh my god, I鈥檓 so sorry my asshole of a friend took my phone鈥攂ut when you hit send with a frantic finger, you find that it doesn鈥檛 deliver.
鈥淗e blocked me?!鈥 you gape, wide-eyed and in disbelief.
鈥淕ood,鈥 Katsuki scoffs, seemingly proud of what he鈥檚 done.
鈥淲hat is wrong with you?鈥 Your seething hands reach for the nearest object, which just so thankfully (for him) happens to be his pillow, and you send it barreling towards his head.
He meets it with ease just as he did with you before, catches it and places it in its rightful place like it鈥檚 nothing, like you鈥檙e nothing. It鈥檚 like he couldn鈥檛 care less about what he鈥檚 done, doesn鈥檛 even bat an eye at how he just blatantly ruined this for you. And for what? A sick joke? Maybe he鈥檚 just a sadist and he revels in seeing you suffer. Maybe he secretly hates you. That鈥檚 what it certainly feels like, because now you鈥檙e seeing red, and now you鈥檙e feeling this smoldering thickness seeping up from your stomach and diffusing rapidly to the tips of your ears.
鈥淐鈥檓on,鈥 he still sounds smug, a lazy smirk curling his lip when he reaches out in what seems (to you) to be mock reassurance. 鈥淒on鈥檛 tell me you鈥檙e that mad about it, he was probably fucking lame anyway.鈥
You smack his hand away with an honest to god snarl. It has your hand stinging with pins and needles, his is probably the same because he stares at the red mark surfacing on his palm with rounded eyes and parted lips.
You could honestly scoff at the insanity of it, how that got him to drop his smug attitude.
(It dropped almost too easily, too quickly, maybe something in his mind flipped at that moment, made him realize that oh shit, you鈥檙e really mad, and oh shit, he might have fucked up.)
It鈥檚 building, the anger, leaving you hot and desperate and needing to fucking lash out.聽
So it grows claws. Teeth. They鈥檙e nasty and ruthless in their first bite, aiming to draw blood.
鈥淣o, fuck you,鈥 you spit with the intent to cut deep, and you鈥檙e pleasantly surprised to see that wow, it actually does. He flinches at your words, at your tone. Then you鈥檙e pushing off of the bed, going to stand up. 鈥淚鈥檓 leaving, Bakugou. Don鈥檛 ever fucking talk to me again.鈥
Maybe it was a low blow to put that much emphasis on the name, to basically end your long-lived friendship with the snap of a few simple words. Maybe all of it is a low blow, this whole situation has been a conveyor belt of them, one after the other, each of them hitting harder than the last.
Katsuki is frozen in his position as he watches you move. Your sore thighs tremble the slightest bit from the strain of patrol as you shift to go stand. He can clearly see your wince from the pain and the hard clench of your jaw because you鈥檙e close, so close, and he could easily grab you and yank you back, as cruel as that sounds.
But, and in a way he can鈥檛 describe, you鈥檙e also far, almost too far and that distance is only growing inch by inch as the seconds tick past.
He deserves it, he knows that fact full well. You should be leaving after the stunt he pulled. It was selfish, it was greedy. Greedy of him to want you all to himself despite being too fucking scared to ask you out, greedy of him to ruin your chances with whoever the hell you were fawning over.
Would he take back what he did, though?聽
Fuck no.
Not in a million years would he let someone else have you, not if he could help it.聽
But now, he鈥檚 finding that it鈥檚 hurting in the worst way, the fact that you鈥檙e really pissed over what he鈥檚 done and that you鈥檙e really serious about leaving. It sinks him heavy into the sheets, roots him and any action he wants to take in place.
He wants to reach out to you.
He wants to stop you, to tell you everything.
(He wants to tell you he鈥檚 loved you for as long as he can remember鈥)
But his blood is cold, turned to cement within his veins as he watches everything he鈥檚 built with you dissolve right before him. Every memory you鈥檝e shared, all the way from the first day at UA to the shitshow that has been today. If he lets you walk out of that door, he's sure that all of it, all of you will be lost to him.
He watches in what seems like slow motion as you finally stand to your feet, as you take your first step towards his door.
He watches as you take a few more steps, as you bend down to snatch up a handful of your many sweaters that have found a home in his room.
There are four words running through his mind, blaring over and over like a fire alarm, loud, loud, and louder. Screaming to be heard.
He can鈥檛 lose you.
He can鈥檛 lose you.
He can鈥檛 fucking lose you.
So he acts, without his permission, before he even knows what he鈥檚 doing. It鈥檚 like something within his psyche forced him to do it.
You鈥檙e under him within a second, desperately yanked backward by the wrist and flopped back onto the bed. It leaves you dizzy, your mind spinning, and it takes you a few moments to come to and realize that the one person you do not want to see right now is hovering just above you.
鈥淕et off of me,鈥 you bark, shoving at his chest, his shoulders. But just as before, your actions don鈥檛 affect him one bit.
鈥淚 didn鈥檛 want him to have you,鈥 he says almost immediately, and his tone carries a firmness that doubles yours.
鈥淵eah? I鈥檓 well aware.鈥 Your voice is higher now, less angered and more so just blended with confusion because what the hell is happening right now?聽
It鈥檚 not unusual for the two of you to spar or for you to be under him in such a position, but this time it feels different. Obviously, everything about this situation is different from your run-of-the-mill spar (you鈥檙e literally on his bed鈥), but that鈥檚 not the point because right now, you aren鈥檛 too sure of his intention.
What is he planning to do? Is he just going to keep you here and bully you back into friendship? Yeah, no way in hell.
So you switch to more desperate measures, turning shoves into balled fists and stiff legs into kicking ones. That only makes him press closer, though, and his palms snatch up your wrists and dig them deep into the sheets.
鈥淣o,鈥 he growls and his eyes are like lasers, boring straight into your damn soul, red and unwavering. He speaks slower, puts emphasis on every word now as if you didn鈥檛 quite understand him the first time, 鈥淚 didn鈥檛 want him to have you.鈥 As the last one drawls from his lips, his grip on your wrists tighten, almost painfully, and he bruises them down even harder.
As strange as it is, you think (you hope) that the action is kind of possessive. And the thought of what that could imply stirs up something you thought you tucked away long ago, something that was meant to rot alongside you in the grave.
It鈥檚 warm and gooey, whatever has been ignited, seeps through your abdomen and mixes like some forbidden cocktail along with every other nasty feeling that鈥檚 rooted itself there. You don鈥檛 know how to feel, don鈥檛 know what to do or how to react. So you do the first thing that comes to mind, the thing you鈥檝e always done, the thing that comes naturally.聽
You fight it.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 know what the hell you鈥檙e getting at, and frankly, I don鈥檛 give a single fuck,鈥 you spit, 鈥淣ow get off.鈥澛
It鈥檚 an order, but he doesn鈥檛 listen. You will your body to flail and writhe under the weight of him, trying to do anything you can to free yourself so you can just get up and leave this whole mess behind.
You try to kick your legs up again, maybe knee him in the damn balls if that鈥檚 what it takes, but he has your legs effectively pinned with his. Your arms are helpless too, so the only thing you can really do is arch up and squirm around like some kind of freak worm.
Even with your training, you鈥檙e still so weak under him. You must look pathetic, every time you push up against him he just absorbs it all too easily with the brute of his strength. Everything you do is fruitless, you know it is, you know it will be so you鈥檙e just about to start screaming, but his next words break your thoughts鈥
鈥淒oes he know how you get quiet when you鈥檙e nervous?鈥
Your fight falters slightly at that, body going rigid and confused. 鈥淲hat鈥?鈥
鈥淗ow sweet you like your morning tea?鈥 He鈥檚 not even giving you a chance to respond, maybe he doesn鈥檛 want you to. Maybe he has something to prove. 鈥淗ow you carried that stupid stuffed animal with you everywhere you went, our first few weeks in the dorms?鈥
You鈥檙e gaping at this point, lips parted and dry. 鈥淗ow do you even remember that鈥斺
鈥溾楥ourse he fuckin鈥 doesn鈥檛,鈥 he interrupts with a growl. 鈥淵ou know who does?鈥 He brings his face closer, eyes red and blazing with something you can almost taste. 鈥淢e. I fucking do. Because I pay attention.鈥
He pays...attention?
Well, he always has, hasn鈥檛 he?
Now that you really think about it, there鈥檚 plenty of things he鈥檚 done for you that have no plausible explanation unless he really was paying attention, and closely at that.
Every dish he鈥檚 made you has always been seasoned to perfection, despite you never telling him what you鈥檇 preferred. Your hair, too, he鈥檚 always done it with this strange ease, eloquent with his nature even though you鈥檇 never taught him how. He doesn鈥檛 even have any siblings, and you鈥檙e positive he would never practice on anyone else.
When you were feeling down, you somehow always got pinged with text messages throughout the day鈥攈im giving you little healthy reminders to wear your winter coat, or to drink some water, or to not push yourself too hard, dumbass. On these days, you鈥檝e even moped into your apartment after patrol to find him cooking you a plentiful dinner. He must鈥檝e known you鈥檇 be too spent to cook, let alone eat.
It鈥檚 like he鈥檚 always known everything. Down to every little detail.
(Remembering little details, doing little things. It鈥檚 what he鈥檚 always been best at.)
(With you, at least鈥)
He鈥檚 always been right there as well, glued to your side. Sometimes with a hand a bit too low on your back, sometimes barking at anyone that dared to get a bit too close, teeth bared and ready to bite.聽
He was the first one to your hospital room when you got injured in your second year, he was the first one at your door when you didn鈥檛 show up to the agency that one day.聽
When your old apartment building was destroyed by those villains, he was the first one you went to and he let you live with him for months.
He was the first one you went to for...everything.
It鈥檚 always been him.
And he鈥檚 always had those same eyes, as crimson and as beautiful as they are. Those same eyes that carry the weight of a secret you know all too well. He鈥檚 giving you them, right now, staring at you so deeply like he鈥檚 hoping to god you鈥檒l get the message this time around.
And you do finally get it, you think, because 鈥渏ust friends鈥 don鈥檛 look at each other like that.聽
They don鈥檛 look like they want to kiss and laugh and make love in bed together, forever.
鈥淎 friend鈥 doesn鈥檛 look at you with pleading, near begging eyes because it鈥檒l somehow mean the end of the world for them if you leave.
No, a friend doesn鈥檛 look like that at all.
鈥淒o you even know鈥斺 He cuts you off harshly. 鈥淒o you even know what it鈥檚 like to be around you? How much I鈥檝e wanted to just鈥斺 He pauses, head hovering just above yours for a few short breaths before鈥斅
鈥淔uck it.鈥
He kisses you. Crashes his teeth into yours in a way that鈥檚 entirely too rough, in a way that鈥檚 almost painful. There鈥檚 nothing romantic about it, nothing heartwarming or sickeningly sweet like he鈥檇 hoped the first press of his lips against yours would taste. It hurts with the weight of years upon years of repressed feelings, of needing this moment to happen.
At this point, he doesn鈥檛 even care if you don鈥檛 return the sentiment, he just has to let it the fuck out before he goes insane.
But you don鈥檛 push him away like he鈥檇 expected, don鈥檛 even squirm or squeak in surprise. Instead, he feels you melt into him with equal need, with equal greed, hands trailing up his nape and through his hair to pull him that much closer.
The action is wordless, mute. But it tells him all he needs to know.
Katsuki鈥檚 the one to pull away, and when you try to follow him with a low whine he pushes you back down with his weight, head dipping to your neck, the underside of your jaw.
鈥淪uch a fuckin鈥 idiot,鈥 he rasps between each suck and you can feel the smirk he鈥檚 wearing. 鈥淢y fuckin鈥 idiot.鈥
It sends a shudder that zips down your spine, the possessiveness of it all, the fact that that really just happened. It replaces the anger that once boiled inside with a fluttering feeling that鈥檚 almost completely overwhelming.
It soon does become overwhelming, though, because then everything鈥檚 moving much too fast for you to keep up, moving much too fast for you to even adjust. His teeth at your neck, his breath on your skin, his calloused hands smoothing under your shirt and over your ribs, inching higher and higher and higher until鈥
鈥淜atsuki,鈥 you gasp under him, stiffening, 鈥渨ait, I鈥斺
鈥淭ell me to stop,鈥 he rasps against you, halting his body, his breath. 鈥淭ell me to walk out of here right now and things can go back to normal.鈥
It鈥檚 a lie. Both of you know it is.
Nothing can go back to normal, not after tonight. But that鈥檚 just it, you don鈥檛 want things to go back to normal. That was obvious from the moment you kissed him back.
You want to tell him to touch you again, to kiss you until the morning sun rises, until you鈥檙e both panting and breathless and dewy. But you don鈥檛. Your eyes and lips remain heavy as you stare at him, his hands on your torso, his hard abdomen on yours.
You鈥檙e just trying to give yourself time to process, well, all of this, but he takes that as hesitation.
He rises and leans back now, still holding his breath, still searching desperately for an answer.
鈥淭ell me what you want, Y/N,鈥 he whispers just loud enough for you to hear. There鈥檚 a slight mourning in his voice, like he鈥檚 already grieving over what he thinks your answer will be.
Once again, you don鈥檛 respond right away, and his face is quick to fall.
And once again, you鈥檙e still busy mentally picking up the pieces of yourself, organizing and slotting them back together from the mind-shattering kiss and revelation he鈥檚 thrown you into.
He鈥檚 right here, wedged in between your thighs and firm against your hips. It鈥檚 a position you鈥檝e imagined yourself in time and time again with him, only him, always him. You鈥檝e wanted all of these things for so long, and the promise of them, of what they could be, linger so close you could reach out and snatch them.
And you鈥檙e about to do just that, you鈥檙e so eager to, so eager to wrap around and cradle them with the lengths of your loving fingers. But then they start to pull away, start to climb off of you, their warmth and comforting weight disappearing and suddenly something fearful within you bursts.
You grab him by his collar, snag it by the sharp of your claws like a wolf on an empty stomach. It鈥檚 ravenous, it鈥檚 desperate. You pull him back down with such a force and, just like before, your lips collide like two speeding cars.
鈥淵ou,鈥 you鈥檙e quick to say between breaths. 鈥淚鈥檝e always wanted you.鈥
Katsuki grunts at the sudden impact, it鈥檚 muffled by your mouth on his, and his eyes round as he braces himself on his forearms. It takes a short, stiff-lipped moment for him to realize that, no, you did not just reject him, and no, his life is not ruined, and when he does, he鈥檚 heaving a relieved sigh through his nose.
It鈥檚 deep, the warm puff of air diffuses along your cheeks.
鈥淭ook you long enough,鈥 he grumbles when he parts just barely.
鈥淪orry,鈥 you puff back with half a heart.聽
You gasp when his tongue swipes your lip, squeak when his teeth bite down at your bottom one, wet with his spit. 鈥淏etter be,鈥 he scolds between his teeth, and then he sinks them in deeper. A punishment. 鈥淕ave me a fuckin鈥 heart attack.鈥
It鈥檚 not enough to draw blood, he doesn鈥檛 want to hurt you, but you still start whining at the pain, trying to tug him away by his roots. He relents with ease, even licks at the slight mark that鈥檚 left and guides you into another open and wet kiss.
Katsuki鈥檚 mentally scolding himself and his prior eagerness, so he paces himself slower this time around. He鈥檚 more tentative; he lets his lips get sloppier and his hands get grabbier, but only when he knows you鈥檙e ready鈥攚hen he鈥檚 positive that you want it.
Eventually, you do start squirming under him. Your hips wiggle around and try to catch on the thigh that鈥檚 wedged between them.
鈥淣eedy,鈥 he rumbles from under your jaw, from where he鈥檚 been sucking at for the last minute. He latches onto your pulse again, sucking and lapping when he inches a single palm under the hem of your shirt. He smoothes over the soft flesh of your breast, squeezes and then pinches at the peak of it.聽
You gasp at the sensation, but this time, it鈥檚 in pleasure, and this time, he knows not to stop.
He rolls his hips into yours for the first time, still clothed, but you can still feel the firm line that鈥檚 straining against the fabric.
You try to sound like you have some semblance of control, but your words come out high and withered as you say, 鈥淚f I鈥檓 needy, then what is this?鈥 And you take the opportunity to bump your hips up, grinding against his obvious erection. It makes him groan, right into your flesh, and he quickly retreats his lips with a wet pop.
鈥淪-shit,鈥 he curses low. He raises his head and you can see the strained expression lining his features. His focus settles on your eyes, then your lips, then to where his hand is still resting over your chest.
Then he starts pawing at your shirt. 鈥淕et this shit off,鈥 he hurries. 鈥淟et me fuckin鈥 see you.鈥
Your shirt comes off first. His follows soon after, but not before he eyes both of your breasts and gives them a loving squeeze. The garments are torn off unceremoniously, with the haste and eagerness to bare and be bared.
He tries to yank down your bottoms and panties in one go. It fails, and it sends you awkwardly dragging along with them. And then Katsuki yanks on them again, and you barely resist the urge to kick him.
Soon though, and after many impatient fumbles and muttered curses from Katuski, every piece is thrown behind his shoulder and lost somewhere on the floor.
It鈥檚 like he has no shame being completely naked in front of you. He probably doesn鈥檛, hell, he shouldn鈥檛. Washboard abs and ripped muscles, not to mention his picture-perfect face. He is perfect, he always has been, and he greedily rakes you up and down as he takes you in completely.
His cock bobs against his stomach as he moves. It鈥檚 bigger than you鈥檇 expected. Girthier, more length too. You think for a second that it鈥檚 more than you can take.
He shoos your arms away when you try to shield yourself, easily pulls your thighs apart when they stay stiff instead of opening for him to slot between. He crawls himself back over you and supports himself around the sides of your head.
鈥淎re you scared?鈥 he questions, and you can tell that it鈥檚 genuine. There鈥檚 no smirk, no smugness to it, there might even be slight concern.
鈥淣o,鈥 you say, and you want to cringe at how your voice wobbles. 鈥淲hy would I be?鈥
Katsuki clicks his tongue and grips you by the jaw, forcing you to meet his scrutiny.
鈥淒on鈥檛 fuckin鈥 lie to me. You know I hate that shit,鈥 he hisses. But instead of hounding you for a truthful answer, he comes to smooth that same harsh palm over your forehead, brushes your stray hairs back.
It鈥檚 calm. Soothing, too. Both of which surprises you. But the simple act settles you, nonetheless. So do his next words of;
鈥淚鈥檒l take care of you, okay?鈥
You know they鈥檙e sincere, you wouldn鈥檛 believe them to be anything but. He always has taken care of you, after all, in one way or another. They make you want to melt right under him and you almost want to laugh at how easily he鈥檚 calmed you with just a few simple, soft-spoken words.聽
Your hands find his biceps and you give them a reassuring squeeze. Both of you share a look.
鈥淥kay,鈥 you whisper with a nod.
Katsuki nods back, only slightly, and he looks almost proud as he does. Of you or of himself, though, that much isn鈥檛 clear.聽
He travels down your body, trails the calloused pads of his fingertips over and along your curves. It鈥檚 slow, very slow, how his touch ghosts along your bare skin, over your ribs and hips and finally down to your thighs. It makes your legs tremble with the urge to snap them shut. Then he鈥檚 dropping a kiss to your navel just as he rests his head between them. A hot puff of breath spreads over your core鈥
And that鈥檚 when your legs finally threaten to close, but then there are wide and firm hands finding the meat of them, holding them still before you even get the chance.
鈥淩elax for me, baby,鈥 he coos but there鈥檚 a rough undertone to it, and the name shoots straight to the rapid-fire beating of your heart. It rolls off his tongue so easily, so naturally. You love it, you want him to call you that forever.
You鈥檙e nodding again, this time more shakily, trying your best to calm your breath and your nerves.聽
And you do relax, eventually, with enough slow sweeps of his thumbs from where his hands rest and with enough butterfly-light kisses to the soft inner flesh. You untense, turn complacent, and he uses that to his liking.
鈥淭hat鈥檚 it,鈥 he says, and he spreads you apart with the greedy press of his palms. He licks his lips just as he goes to glide a thumb through your slit, collecting the slick and using it to rub slow, gentle circles over your clit.
You jolt at the sensation, and your fingers find hold in his sheets and clench. A high, broken noise rises from your throat.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e so fuckin鈥 sensitive,鈥 he husks. He almost sounds excited at the discovery, and his eye has a carnal glint to it now, lip curved and showing teeth.聽
But then he falters for a fraction of a second. His features ebb into something that鈥檚 more shocked, more wavering. 鈥淪hit, I thought you鈥檝e done this before?鈥
鈥淥-only a few times,鈥 you get out, a bit breathless and heaving because he still hasn鈥檛 stopped his motions.
Then the finger on your clit disappears, but only for a moment because then it鈥檚 dipping straight into you. And despite the fact that you just confirmed his previous thoughts, you still hear the angry growl that wrenches from his chest.
鈥淥h, baby.鈥 He鈥檚 starting to pump in and out, and you can tell that his mouth is hovering close because you can feel his hot breaths when he rumbles, 鈥淚鈥檒l treat you better than any of those lame fuckers have.鈥
His mouth finds you suddenly, his tongue, too. They latch onto your most sensitive spot and lick and suck and slurp. It makes you jolt again, more violently this time. But it also has your thighs tensing in that telltale way that he鈥檚 already learned to predict.
So his free palm finds the flesh of one, gripping and digging deep just as he messily removes his mouth from your core.
鈥淒on鈥檛 you dare close 鈥榚m,鈥 he commands, eyes burning into you like magma, red and hot and powerful. 鈥淣ot 鈥榯il you鈥檙e screaming my fuckin鈥 name.鈥
There鈥檚 a shudder that wracks through your core and down the lengths of your legs at that, at his tone, and that鈥檚 when Katsuki knows he鈥檚 got you right where he wants you.
So he licks his lips, simmering in the pride that鈥檚 come with turning you all cute and submissive and sinfully presented. Then he returns right back to where he was before, except this time, he moves more skillfully, more determined. His licks and sucks turn sharper, much more pinpointed on the spots that he鈥檚 finding make you cry out the loudest.聽
He prods another finger at your opening, it鈥檚 thick so it stretches as he inches it in, and it also burns. But it doesn鈥檛 burn enough for you to yelp out or writhe away because he eases it in slowly, gently, like he鈥檚 trying to learn your limits in this new way.
It鈥檚 a stark contrast to the treatment he鈥檚 giving your...other parts, and your teeth latch onto your bottom lip, eyes squeezing shut.
He laps his tongue at your clit still, even flicks his eyes up to study your face, watchful and sharp as he tries to help you relax. And he keeps doing this for as long as you need, until he can glide the two digits in and out without resistance, until your slick and his spit are drooling down and around his knuckles and onto the bed sheets below.
鈥淥h, fuck,鈥 you sigh out. You鈥檙e moaning softly now, hands having migrated from his sheets to the roots of his hair.
鈥淵eah?鈥 he grunts and it vibrates straight from his mouth and into you. 鈥淵ou like that?鈥
You do manage to get out a few whiney yes鈥檚, and when your fingers start to dig into his scalp and pull, Katsuki lets out a long groan.
It鈥檚 like he keeps finding new nerves that you didn鈥檛 even know you had, and when you jolt and whine at all the sudden feelings, he targets those spots relentlessly, almost cruelly.
There鈥檚 a hot pressure rising deep in your gut, there has been this whole time. It鈥檚 why you start grinding your hips up, desperately trying to chase that feeling.
Katsuki starts grinding his hips down as well, he can鈥檛 help it, you just sound so damn hot. You look it too, with your head thrown back and neck on full display with each and every mark, each and every claim he鈥檚 left there.
His, his, his, is what those marks say. And he鈥檚 glad, fucking ecstatic, because now the whole world can see it.
He starts grunting out something in between when his mouth parts from your sex, they are words you can vaguely make out from the heavy slurping and the heavy breathing. Something along the lines of him telling you to come, him telling you to give it to him, c鈥檓on, baby.
You were already panting out short and shallow breaths, but when he curls his fingers suddenly, it鈥檚 like every bit of air gets pushed straight from your lungs.
Your climax jolts through you suddenly, and you start choking on nothing as you gasp out broken syllables of his name. Then you realize that he鈥檚 not stopping, he hasn鈥檛 even slowed down.
So you start squirming, it鈥檚 only natural that you would. Katsuki doesn鈥檛 take too kindly to this, apparently, because he keeps a strong arm curled around your trembling thigh and he flashes you a narrowed carmine eye, just daring you to try and escape.
鈥淜a-Katsuki鈥斺 you get out, whiney and wet-eyed. 鈥溾榮 too much鈥攖oo much, please鈥斺
He鈥檚 smirking into you now, but you don鈥檛 register it. Maybe you would have if your senses weren鈥檛 already so overstimulated, if your weak hands weren鈥檛 desperately pawing at his head.
You let out a particularly weak sob, a pathetic one, and that鈥檚 what finally gets him to relent. You don鈥檛 even notice him crawling over you because of the arm you threw over your face, so he just hovers there for one, two, five seconds too long before finally clicking his tongue.
鈥淟ook at me,鈥 he tells you, dragging your arm aside. So you do, even though you鈥檙e still locked in a fuzzy daze. 鈥淵eah, there we go. So fuckin鈥 beautiful.鈥
He drags a finger along the line of your jaw, shamelessly admiring you in the pleasure-drunken state that he so dutifully caused. Then he鈥檚 leaning down to slip his tongue past your parted lips. It鈥檚 still drenched with you, so is his chin, but he doesn鈥檛 seem to care, and frankly neither do you. It鈥檚 only when he parts and wipes his mouth with the back of his palm that you start to care, because then he wipes the remnants of before on you, right in between your soft breasts.
He smirks evilly as he does this, teasingly, and he watches as your features scrunch in confusion, only to morph into annoyance.
鈥淵ou could have wiped that on your bed sheets,鈥 you half-spit, half-pant out. 鈥淥r better yet, on you.鈥
You鈥檙e too spent to really do anything but give him a scolding gaze, but Katsuki barely even seems bothered by it. In fact, he looks pretty amused.
鈥淲hy?鈥 he questions, and then he comes in close, cages you in with his arms. His voice is gravelly as he snarks out a low, 鈥淵ou鈥檙e cute when you鈥檙e mad.鈥
鈥淵eah?鈥 Your tone is slightly teasing now, prodding. You try to lean up towards him, get him nose to nose with you. Meeting his challenge. 鈥淒oes that mean you鈥檇 get hard whenever I鈥檇 get mad at you?鈥
His eyes darken at that, and not in the way you would have liked to see.
鈥淢aybe,鈥 he husks back.
He doesn鈥檛 even bother to hide the obvious lust coating his voice.
Your resolve stutters, so does your brain. Frankly, you don鈥檛 know how to respond to that. Sure, you asked, but no, you did not expect it to actually be confirmed.
So instead of answering verbally, you opt for different, (and in your opinion) much more fitting measures. You raise your arm to jab at his shoulder in disgust, but he catches your wrist swiftly and lowers his body flush to yours. The action pulls a gasp from you because you could feel it before, but now you definitely can.聽
His cock, the thick weight of it is throbbing sporadically against your thigh, and the liquid drooling from the tip has smeared across your skin.
You want to smack him away, want to keep poking at him for getting turned on as a result of your anger. Honestly, he was probably turned on whenever the two of you would spar as well (you certainly were, not that you鈥檇 ever admit to it). You wonder how many times he鈥檚 popped a boner at your oblivious self.
You can鈥檛 continue down that line of conversation. He doesn鈥檛 let you.
鈥淚鈥檒l show you what it鈥檚 like to get fucked,鈥 he growls right into your ear, changing the topic all too quickly because he鈥檚 probably impatient at this point, all pent up from before.
鈥淵ou want that?鈥 he speaks again with a strong roll of his hips into you, and then he鈥檚 nipping at the shell of your ear until you鈥檙e crying out a high yes. He curses under his breath at that. 鈥淵eah? You wanna fuck your best friend?鈥
Really, you barely even comprehend the sentence, the meaning behind him still using the words 鈥榖est friend鈥 and not 鈥榖oyfriend鈥. But it鈥檚 dirty, so dirty, spoken with such an edge that all you can do is struggle under him.
He hisses when your movements meet his cock, broad hands shooting to your hips, firm and rough as they hold you in place.
You鈥檙e whining a little now, sputtering out a short, 鈥淵es, Katsuki, please鈥斺
He gives an ambiguous hum, noses his way up from your ear and along your cheek, all the way until it bumps with the tip of yours. And he just keeps himself there, hovering, and he鈥檚 wearing an expression you can鈥檛 quite place. His brows are furrowed and his eyes are narrowed almost angrily.
鈥溾榤 not your best friend anymore,鈥 he murmurs and there鈥檚 a strange softness to it, a slight vulnerability. Then he continues, 鈥溾榤 your fuckin鈥 boyfriend now.鈥
The sentiment is obvious, has been obvious for a short time now, and this time you certainly comprehend what he鈥檚 just said. But before you can even return it, he鈥檚 already easing himself inside of you.
You whimper a little at the sting, but it鈥檚 swallowed up whole by the mouth that鈥檚 dropped to cover yours. It all comes so suddenly, and you鈥檙e wet, very wet, it鈥檚 just that the prepping he gave you with his fingers is nothing compared to this.
It burns and stretches far too uncomfortably as he pushes himself in deeper.
It鈥檚 painful.
So you squirm away from him for the umpteenth time tonight, and he lets you. He lets your nails dig into his biceps when you voice a weak, 鈥淗-hurts, Katsuki.鈥
鈥淚 know,鈥 he answers far too gently, but there鈥檚 a hint of desperation as well. He drops kiss after kiss to your forehead, to the edges of your lips that are held tight. 鈥淚 know it does. But it鈥檒l feel good soon. Just trust me, alright?鈥
You can鈥檛 see it, but every muscle in him is straining, willing his body to hold still for your sake. His jaw is clenched as well, molars grinding as he fights against this fucked up want to split you in one swift thrust.
鈥淚 said I鈥檒l take care of you, yeah?鈥 he manages to voice.
You nod fractionally, leaning to hide your head in his shoulder when he continues pressing in slowly, agonizingly. Then he dips a hand between your bodies and draws circles over your clit, trying his best to help you soften up.
鈥淭here we go,鈥 he coaxes when you finally sigh and unravel. 鈥淪ee, you can take it.鈥
鈥淵eah, yeah,鈥 you get out airily, and when he finally bottoms out, both of you let out a gasp.
He stays like that for a few moments, has you get used to the feeling of him as the lines of your nails soften against his skin. And then he pulls his hips back fractionally, only to push them right back in. He hisses at the sweet drag of your walls just as you curl into him with a moan.
Katsuki keeps himself at that steady pace; slow and shallow and careful. It鈥檚 only when you start bumping your hips up in what he knows is a silent plea that he allows the bits of his restraint to slip.
Longer, deeper, harder. His hips are almost moving on their own.
鈥淔uck,鈥 he curses as your nails carve their way down his back. They leave trails of deep red that he鈥檒l fawn over later. For now, though, he focuses on the sweet pain that they give, at how you seem to open up to him with every thrust, allowing him to snap into you with more vigor, with more force, each one harsher than the last.
鈥淥-oh, Katsuki鈥斺 you moan high at a particularly rough thrust that sends you nearly bumping into the headboard. And he repeats the action again, and again, and again.
鈥淪ay it again,鈥 he demands, harshly. 鈥淪cream my fuckin鈥 name.鈥 He slams into you once more, it鈥檚 the hardest he鈥檚 done thus far, and it has his name ripping from the back of your throat.
He could almost come undone right there, at the sight of you like this. It has his eyes nearly rolling all the way back because it鈥檚 just like how he鈥檚 always imagined it to be, it's just like how it should have been way before this moment.
Katsuki shoulders off your arms and you鈥檙e just about to whine, but then his fingers find yours. They slide up and along your palm, intertwining together and squeezing as he slams them down into the sheets beside your head.
It happens so quickly, the movement is so swift, so harsh. It leaves you even more breathless and wanting than before.
He鈥檚 still towering over you, still smothering you with his body and his breath and just him, except now his body is like a cage. He envelopes you whole, surrounds you and drowns you and silently threatens to never let you go.
And you love it. The safety and comfort that his body over yours brings. It鈥檚 needed, so fucking needed and you want to stay here with him, within him, for as long as time will allow.
You call out his name again, though it comes out more as a high plea, and you lift your head up just barely, trying to catch his lips.
He sinks down all too easily when he realizes when you want, feels your fingers squeeze him back when he smothers you for a bit too long until you鈥檙e bursting for air when he finally pulls away.
鈥淚 love you,鈥 you pant out suddenly. So suddenly that you honestly don鈥檛 know what compelled you to say it. But you did, nonetheless, and now the words are out there, floating in the small space between you and him.
You felt like you had to say them, right now, like if you didn鈥檛 your heart would implode.
Katsuki鈥檚 eyes widen and his hips stutter dumbly as if he鈥檚 trying to process what you鈥檝e just confessed. He is, to be fair, but he never once stops his motions, only lets his hips get sloppier and his lips get messier when they rush down to yours on instinct.
It鈥檚 fast, it鈥檚 rough, and the impulsive surge of them has become typical at this point. His teeth click with yours on the impact.
鈥淚 love you too,鈥 he answers. Then he鈥檚 cursing under his breath, 鈥淔uck鈥擨 think I always have.鈥
His words are small, breathless, almost too quiet for you to pick up on between his fierce rutting. He tries to hide them within the press of your lips, tries to muffle them into the warmth of your mouth.
Then he鈥檚 tucking his head into the line of your neck, bashful like he鈥檚 trying to hide. If your hands were free, they鈥檇 be pulling at his hair right now, tugging in a way that you鈥檇 hope would get through to him as, I heard you, and I think I鈥檝e always loved you too.
You brand little red crescents into the palm of his hand instead, hoping that they will be enough to convey that feeling.
Katsuki鈥檚 chasing his own high now, you are too. And every grunt he sounds in your ear zips straight through to that liquid heat pooling in your gut.
His nails begin to dig into your palm now and he鈥檚 nearly crushing you in his iron grip as those same grunts and groans soon blend into moans. They鈥檙e needy, so are yours, and both of you know that you鈥檙e approaching a similar sharp ledge.
Katsuki releases one of your hands, comes to rub rapid circles over your clit.
鈥淐ome for me,鈥 he grunts and he tries to hide his desperation between gritted teeth. 鈥淔uckin鈥 come. C鈥檓on.鈥
He hears your breathing pick up and feels your walls clench down around him, so he praises you, 鈥淭hat鈥檚 it, you鈥檙e almost there. Oh, f-fuck-鈥
His filthy encourages never stop, won鈥檛 stop until you give him what he wants. Dirty phrases of give it to me, fuckin鈥 come on this cock, and so much more ring through your ears and echo right through your skull.
And it鈥檚 all so much鈥攈is voice paired with his touch on all the sensitive parts of you. It has you hurtling over your edge in no time, has you crying out broken as fiery heat surges through every bit of you. You rattle against him, arch up just as he鈥檚 pressing down and overtaking you so he can steal all of your breaths, your cries, your moans.
He鈥檚 falling right after you, but not before his hand shoots back up to weave with yours. He dents them into the sheets, knuckles gone white from the severity of his grasp. And with a loud groan, he鈥檚 burying himself inside for the final time with one last, resounding snap of his hips into yours.
His sticky warmth fills you up, it鈥檚 weirdly calming, and your cries die down just as he collapses into you. He鈥檚 still kissing you, he never stopped kissing you, and he forces your mouths to share hot breaths. He follows your lips whenever you try to turn away, and he keeps following them until you鈥檙e desperately whimpering and clawing into him.
He lets you breathe, finally, and he watches you with eyes that are entirely pupil as you sputter to get air in your lungs.
You鈥檙e heaving now, both from the lack of oxygen and from the mind-numbing climax, but you settle at his touch when he smoothes over your forehead and slides away the hair that was sticking there.
You don鈥檛 see it but his eyes are soft, softer than he鈥檚 probably ever allowed them to be when after a short moment he murmurs, 鈥淵ou鈥檙e finally mine, huh?鈥
He faintly smiles when you manage to shudder through a weak nod, and he comes to trail a fingertip under your eye, along your cheek.
It鈥檚 slow, too tender from the tough-nut hero that the outside world knows him to be. He traces the planes of your face with it, memorizes every curve and line in a detail he couldn鈥檛 have until now. Over your eyelid, the corners of your mouth, your cupid鈥檚 bow. When he trails down the bridge of your nose and his finger meets the tip of it, you scrunch.
A small chuckle rumbles through him, through you too, and when you both meet eyes, you voice your thoughts;聽
鈥淚 expected you to be rough, but god, Katsuki.鈥
鈥淲hat? Couldn鈥檛 handle it?鈥 he teases lightly, ego definitely inflated. 鈥淵ou seemed to take it just fine. You seemed to fuckin鈥 love it actually鈥斺
鈥淪hut up,鈥 you quip back quick, breaking shyly from his gaze.
He rumbles another chuckle, this one victorious. 鈥淐鈥檓ere,鈥 he mumbles as he wedges his arms under and around you, then he rolls over until you鈥檙e both on your sides.
Both of you are sweaty and still slightly panting, but that doesn鈥檛 stop you from curling right into him. It鈥檚 almost instinctual, how you press in skin-to-skin and tangle your limbs with his.
You want the grounding touch, you need it, and with the way Katsuki鈥檚 clinging back, it鈥檚 obvious that he needs it as well.
(He鈥檚 holding you so close that you can smell him, he smells almost like鈥)
鈥淐aramel,鈥 you voice absentmindedly.
Katsuki throws a confused gruff of a noise back, which over the years you鈥檝e learned to interpret as something along the lines of, 鈥淭he fuck are you saying?鈥
You trace a finger along his skin now, just like he did with you before. Baby-light and gentle as it waves over the crest of his collarbone and down the valley between his pecs, collecting the layer of sheen that鈥檚 settled there.
鈥淵ou smell like caramel,鈥 you elaborate. 鈥淚 guess I never noticed it before.鈥
He doesn鈥檛 reply, you鈥檙e only repeating what he knows, after all. He only hums in acknowledgment and drops a kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger.
He lets his fingers linger too. He has them resting along your back, sometimes smoothing them over your sides, sometimes trailing them down, down, and down to give your ass a loving squeeze.
And that鈥檚 how the next few minutes go. Soft touches and shared breaths. The air feels light now, although it does still hold onto that telling scent of love. You find yourself slipping into a quiet intimacy, a shared one, and you鈥檙e sure you鈥檝e finally found that peace you鈥檝e always longed for, right within his arms.
It鈥檚 natural, it feels so right, you want this peace to stretch out into forever, but Katsuki鈥檚 the first to break the soothing silence.
鈥淲as it true?鈥 he questions.
There鈥檚 a slight hesitancy carried within his tone, a slight vulnerability too, both of which confuse you.
You shift back a bit, pick your head up so you can see him. 鈥淲as what true?鈥
鈥淵ou said 鈥榓lways鈥欌斺 He pauses, then he tilts his head. 鈥淵ou said you鈥檝e always wanted me.鈥
You trail your eyes up and around as you try to pinpoint when you said that, or even if you said that. As you do this, Katsuki鈥檚 hoping to god that you can鈥檛 feel his quickening heartbeat, and that you don鈥檛 notice the look of anguish on his face when you don鈥檛 respond after a few long seconds.
When you part your lips to speak finally, he鈥檚 nearly sucking in a defeated breath between his teeth because maybe you said it as a spur-of-the-moment thing, maybe your sudden I love you was also the same.
鈥淵eah,鈥 you smile softly. 鈥淚t was true.鈥
Or maybe they weren鈥檛.
He finds himself untensing at that; he didn鈥檛 even realize that his shoulders were nearly reaching his ears. He presses you back into him, holds a firm hand to the back of your head so you can鈥檛 see the embarrassing face he knows he鈥檚 probably wearing.
鈥淵ou dumbass,鈥 he grumbles. 鈥淲hy didn鈥檛 you do anything then?鈥
Why didn鈥檛 he do anything, is the true question on his mind.
鈥淚 didn鈥檛 know if you felt the same way,鈥 you muffle into the warmth of his chest, and you shift so your cheek mushes against him instead. 鈥淚 didn鈥檛 want to ruin what we had.鈥
He shakes his head against you, lets the hand against your scalp turn limp. You take the opportunity to lift your head up once again, and you can finally see the small, dopey smile he鈥檚 wearing.
It鈥檚 cute, his lips are barely curved, and his cheeks are still colored with a touch of pink from before.聽
鈥淵ou鈥檙e a fuckin鈥 idiot, you know that?鈥
I鈥檓 a fuckin鈥 idiot, his thoughts whisper instead.
鈥淲e鈥檙e both idiots,鈥 you snort.
Katsuki gives a light huff of a laugh, comes to plant one long, warm kiss on your forehead.
鈥淔ine,鈥 he mumbles back.
Katsuki leans away when you start trying to get more comfortable. Your hips and shoulders wiggle as you shimmy around until your back is pressed comfortably to his chest, and you sigh as you fall still and comfortable and sleepy.
He drapes an arm over your side, sighing contently along with you.
It鈥檚 quiet for another long while, a comfortable silence. For how long, you鈥檙e not too sure. Katsuki鈥檚 warm, though, very warm. Maybe it鈥檚 his quirk鈥攊t probably is鈥攈e鈥檚 always running hotter than the average person, both in appearance and in body temperature, and the temple of his body consuming you has you dozing off soon enough.
Katsuki stays awake. He can鈥檛 fall asleep. He鈥檚 too preoccupied with adoring how you look, how you feel. How can someone be so soft? He wonders鈥
How can someone be so beautiful?
For him, the answer is simple: you鈥檝e always been beautiful. The apple of his eye. Light and radiant and sometimes a pain in the ass, and he loves every part of it. He doesn鈥檛 know what it was about you that pulled him in, perhaps it was a mutual pull; two gravities of two lovers who thought their loves were unrequited, who thought they were fated to never have or escape the other.
He鈥檚 glad the hardest part is over.
Because now he鈥檚 here, resting against your naked body as he watches you sleep so soundly. Even with your hair all tangled and messy and even with the fat of your cheek smushing awkwardly against his arm, his eyes still have that fond glint to them, they always have.
It鈥檚 like a slideshow in his mind now, this new future that he鈥檚 sure he鈥檒l share with you. He鈥檚 already imagining all the possibilities, counting all the shared laughs and kisses and touches鈥
He鈥檒l be making breakfast, a hearty one, and you鈥檒l walk in with your messy hair and groggy eyes as you wear one of his shirts鈥攊t鈥檚 too big for you, but that鈥檚 the whole appeal. And as you kiss him good morning you鈥檒l taste the caffeinated green tea that鈥檚 still soaking his bottom lip.聽
You鈥檒l come home from patrol one day, there will be deep scratches and cuts littering your smooth skin, all of which are unattended to because you鈥檇 refused the paramedic鈥檚 help鈥斺淚鈥檓 fine, really! I don鈥檛 need it!鈥 you鈥檇 said with a hero鈥檚 smile. That same reassurance won鈥檛 budge him, though, and before you can even voice it you鈥檒l already be propped up against the bathtub while tender fingers clean up and wrap your wounds.
You鈥檒l sleep in your shared bed, inside of your shared apartment, and he鈥檒l know that your pillow smells like your conditioner because he鈥檒l somehow always find his way over to your side of the mattress, muttering on about sleeping easier when he鈥檚 holding you snug to his 鈥榗old鈥 chest. It will be on one of those nights, 3 AM, when you鈥檒l nudge him awake with restless hands and restless eyes, and before you can even tell him why he鈥檒l be smushing closer, humming in that soft, gravelly tune that always helps you fall asleep.
His mind wanders on and on and on, and he lets those predetermined memories sink in, soften him up as he just lays there and breathes and hopes. He lets them engrave themselves into every corner of his mind so he鈥檒l never forget their meaning. Hangs them up on imaginary walls like timeless paintings and slots them together like mosaics to be kept and held and cherished.
He鈥檒l make it happen, he knows he will. He won鈥檛 settle for anything less, not when he鈥檚 finally got his whole world in the palms of his hands.
He鈥檚 not sure when his eyes fluttered shut, but he gives a satisfied sigh, nonetheless.
Katsuki鈥檚 ripped from his thoughts suddenly, and much earlier than he would have liked, by the dull vibrating of his phone.
It rattles from where it sits on his sheets, and as he glances down to check if you鈥檙e still asleep, he鈥檚 thankful that the sound of it is muffled. His eye still twitches in annoyance as he goes to scoop it up, though, and he鈥檚 careful not to wake you.
He eyes the screen and when he sees the name, and that they鈥檙e facetiming him, he can鈥檛 help the smirk that tugs at his lip.
He clicks the volume down just before answering, and a familiar redhead pops up on the screen.
鈥淚t鈥檚 late, Kiri. What do you want,鈥 Katsuki gruffs in a hushed tone, but there鈥檚 no malice behind it. In fact, there might even be a hint of excitement.
You鈥檙e still tucked into him, but you鈥檙e also very visible to the camera. He鈥檚 mindful to keep your intimate bits out of view, of course, so he only shows you from the eyes up while his chin rests atop your head.
Kirishima doesn鈥檛 seem to notice this, his head is turned to the side and he looks like he鈥檚 occupied with something else as he asks, 鈥淒ude, what鈥檚 the recipe for that spicy ramen you made? You know, the one you put, like, a bunch of that weird hot sauce in鈥斺
His eyes flick to the phone for a moment, a split second, and when he flicks them away out of habit, he freezes. Then, slowly, his head is turning to face the phone completely,聽 and when his eyes fall on the screen again, his jaws drops to the floor.
It鈥檚 obvious that he鈥檚 trying to process just what the hell he鈥檚 seeing. You, sleeping on what looks to be a shirtless, slightly damp, and slightly flushed Katsuki.
Said man meets Kirishima鈥檚 eyes with a shit-eating grin, and both of them share a look.
Kirishima鈥檚 the first to speak, or rather, yell;
Despite the low volume he made sure to set his phone to, the voice still booms through the speakers. It makes you stir awake, signaling both men fall still when you crinkle your brows.聽
You let out a groggy little sound too (it might as well be the cutest thing Katsuki鈥檚 ever heard), and oh my god does he have to resist the urge to melt right there in front of his friend.
You blearily blink your eyes open and you鈥檙e met with a wide, sharp-toothed smile.
鈥淗i, Y/N!鈥 the man beams, sounding all too excited. The camera shakes a little as he waves at it.
鈥淥h, hi Eiji.鈥 You smile softly at your friend, trying to suppress a small yawn.
Then your focus suddenly snaps to the hand holding up the phone, the hand that is not yours. There鈥檚 a warm weight pressed against your back as well, and a sharp jab of something on top of your head. Both of which are things you also realize do not belong to you.
You start prying at the extra arm around your waist, but that only makes it lock up and you can feel the hard (and very big) muscles flexing, basically mocking your futile attempt at escape.
You鈥檙e utterly trapped. There is no escape from this, you realize. It鈥檚 your muscles against his.
鈥淥-oh, um,鈥 you trip over your tongue and try nudging at the arm again, 鈥渨e were just鈥斺
鈥淲e fucked,鈥 Katsuki interrupts, very proudly.
鈥淣o. We just, um鈥斺
That makes Kirishima bark out a laugh, and it surprises you. Then he waves a reassuring gesture at the screen. 鈥淗ey, we all knew it was gonna happen eventually. Honestly, you won鈥檛 believe the amount of times he鈥檚鈥斺
鈥淪hut the fuck up,鈥 Katsuki snarls from above you. His finger goes to hover over the 鈥榚nd call鈥 button, probably out of fear that Kirishima would continue his thought, that he would voice how Katsuki鈥檚 complained to him an embarrassing number of times over the years about wanting to ask you out.
But instead, the man on the screen relents, changes the subject swiftly and knowingly.聽
鈥淔ine, fine,鈥 he chuckles. 鈥淗ey! Recipe, can you send it?鈥
An annoyed tongue click sounds, and the hovering finger relaxes. 鈥淚鈥檒l just make more for you, dumbass.鈥
鈥淥h, okay! When?鈥
鈥淚鈥檒l bring it by tomorrow,鈥 Katsuki gruffs. And then he鈥檚 motioning down at you with his eyes, and in a not so innocent way either as he grits, 鈥淚s that all? I鈥檓 kind of busy.鈥
Kirishima grins. 鈥淵eah, that鈥檚 it. Bye, Y/N! See you tomorrow!鈥
Oh, right. There鈥檚 that meeting tomorrow about an upcoming mission, if you remember correctly. And oh, oh no. That means you have to face him, along with everyone else in your group who he鈥檚 probably going to go running to right after this.
Hanta, Shinsou, Denki and fucking Mina. Yeah, on second thought, skipping that meeting doesn鈥檛 sound half bad.
鈥淯h-huh,鈥 you manage to croak out. 鈥淏-bye.鈥
Kirishima turns his attention now, it鈥檚 obvious because now red eyebrows are wiggling up and down.
鈥淎nd goodbye to you, loverboy,鈥 he teases.
鈥淥h, fuck off,鈥 Katsuki barks, but his angry finger ends the call before he can even finish the retort.
His phone is tossed aside hastily, off of the bed and clunking loudly with the floor below. It鈥檚 not broken, you know this because you gifted him a black otterbox case for his birthday last year (you鈥檇 gotten sick of seeing him crack his screen every other week) to replace the flimsy clear one he鈥檇 had for forever.
Even still, the clattering is loud, and it鈥檚 the last sound before a deafening silence falls over the room. It鈥檚 almost eerie, and the both of you are like statues, frozen bodies and held-in breaths, waiting, waiting, waiting,
You make the first move.
Slowly, your head peels off the sheets, and you peer up at him in all his blushing glory.
鈥淟overboy,鈥 you coo and giggle.
Your head is pushed back down by a rough and unrelenting palm. A squeak leaves you on the harsh impact.
鈥淪leep,鈥 Katsuki grunts. 鈥淏efore I make you.鈥
鈥淚sh that a threat?鈥 Your voice is mushed by how hard he鈥檚 pressing you down.
He鈥檚 looming over you now, looking at your squished and accursedly cute cheeks with tight lips and a tight brow. 鈥淒o you want it to be?鈥
鈥淒ependshon how you go about it.鈥 You take the opportunity to bump your hips back, right into his groin, and Katsuki nearly moans.
The hand at your head disappears, and you can practically hear Katsuki lick his lips. 鈥淲hat are you hinting at babe?鈥
鈥淥oh.鈥 Your voice has a high lilt, and you prop yourself on your forearms to see him. 鈥淪o I鈥檓 鈥榖abe鈥 now?鈥
鈥溾楥ourse you fuckin鈥 are,鈥 he snarls. Then he鈥檚 towering over you suddenly, slotting right in between your thighs with one swift motion and pinning your arms and your eyes down. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e fuckin鈥 mine. You hear me?鈥
Sometimes you forget just how fast he can move. It鈥檚 almost frightening, really, but you can鈥檛 deny that it鈥檚 also thrilling.
鈥淵eah.鈥 You close the few inches between your lips to give him a quick peck. 鈥淚 hear you.鈥
Katsuki hums at that, seemingly satisfied, the sharp crease between his brows softening. Then he鈥檚 leaning down further, cheek sliding with yours as he closes in right next to the hard shell of your ear, giving it a loving nip.
鈥淕ood,鈥 he husks. 鈥淣ow how about a round two to put you to sleep?鈥
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Tom Brady鈥檚 First NFL Touchdown Football Pass Hits on Auction
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Wanna buy Tom Brady鈥檚 football pass well now you have a piece of it and here鈥檚 why.
On Friday the football from Brady first NFL game has hit the auction block which was on Oct. 14, 2001 when the New England Patriots take on against the San Diego Chargers.
As ESPN鈥檚 Tom VanHarren noted it the seller grew up in Rhode Island and has gone to Patriots games since the late 1970s with his family. He and three of his high school friends first bought season tickets in 1992 as college students and have kept the tickets to this day.
A loyal Patriots fan:
Back then the tailgates were what the group of friends looked forward to as the Patriots went 2-14 in 1992 and 5-11 in 1993. The team had improved by the 2001 season.
"Looking from the 50-yard line to the south end zone, the left field goal post, I sat to the left of that," the seller said. "[Place-kicker] Scott Sisson, we called him Missin' Sisson. I caught a lot of balls in that stadium because he would miss field goals."
The game was only the third one Brady started after Drew Bledsoe was injured in the second game of the season against the New York Jets, so most Patriots fans didn鈥檛 have high expectations for Brady.
Brady had gone two games without throwing a touchdown as the starter, and there was now 4:01 left in the second quarter with New England and San Diego tied at 3 apiece.
The Patriots were driving at the San Diego 21-yard line when Brady took the snap, looked for Terry Glenn the whole play and threw a dart to him in front of the end zone. Glenn threw his arms in the air and celebrated with his teammates.
"It was a melee. I stood up on my seat, I pushed my buddy to my left," the seller said. "The other two guys, I handed them my beer in a gentle way. I jumped up, tussled with a group of other fans around me and I came down with the ball."
He kept the ball in a safe place in his house and even played a very careful game of the catch with the football in the backyard. It wasn鈥檛 until the end of the 2003 season, when New England beat the Carolina Panthers in the Super Bowl.
Immediately after that game, he put the ball in a safety deposit box at his local bank. It stayed, rarely brought out of its safekeeping. The ball became something of superstition for the seller and his friends, as he would take it out the Saturday before each Super Bowl.
The Patriots have lost the Super Bowl only once when the seller took a picture of the ball, and they were 0-2 in the two games when he didn鈥檛.
"I was out of town for the Philly game [in 2017], and I just missed the bank closing for the Giants game [in 2007]," the seller said. "I had kids' sports and just couldn't get there before the bank closed. That's what caused the David Tyree helmet catch, because I couldn't take a picture of the ball."
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taelepathysroom6 days ago
鉁煃冣榿锔 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 鉁煃冣榿锔 (mateo!! ive said it before and i'll say it a million times more --- your presence is always so calming and im glad to have you as a mutual <3)
Alicia dear 馃ズ馃挮
Thank you for sending this in but also??? I am very glad my presence can be that. I am glad to have you as a mutual as well. It's always nice seeing you around my dash ( even though the dash fails and is a soggy bu鈥 ) you're stunning and very lovely! I hope you are having a good day/night and are super cozy right now.
Sending much much love your way 鈾 This warmed up my night!
Have this Yoongi for safekeeping
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babydai7 days ago
hi. saw that ur request is open
i decided/planning to quit from my job but my fam was really not happy about it and we fought and im just plain lost rn.
pls can i have a kuroo with a struggling s/o but his s/o is just quiet by nature. he kinda just feels it but he's not letting his s/o know, he's just like... there (like his presence idk haha) this is me struggling too. i hope u can make it but its okay too if not ^^
thank u. take care always~
a/n: I found writing this so comforting, thank you so much for the request! I hope you're feeling better baby and remember to take care of yourself and do what makes you happy<3
(italicized is Kuroo speaking)
warnings: some self-doubt but overall fluffy, set in time-skip (no spoilers)
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Kuroo noticed instantly that there was something bothering you, after dating for so long it would have been silly for him not to notice. Sure you were always a bit quiet, but rarely ever this much. He first noticed it a few days ago as he spewed out his random crazy ideas, instead of making fun of him or giving him a playful lecture as you normally did, you simply nodded along, brain clearly elsewhere.
He knew you would tell him eventually, you always did. Until then he鈥檇 try his best to take care of you and constantly remind you how much he loves you.
You woke up to Kuroo鈥檚 side of the bed empty, you vaguely remember him mentioning going to work early or something of the sort. You haven鈥檛 been entirely present recently, mind constantly worrying about work and family drama but you were thankful to Kuroo for not pressing the issue. You slid on your slippers and headed to the kitchen to make some coffee and try to be somewhat productive.
You walked in to see a takeout box on the counter from your favorite breakfast place with a bright blue sticky note that read, 鈥榙on鈥檛 forget to have breakfast, I picked up your favorite! I鈥檒l be home early today, love you baby <3鈥 You smiled at the note, peeling it off the box and sliding it into your pocket for safekeeping.
You ate your breakfast fairly quickly and actually managed to cross some items off your to-do list before Kuroo got home. He arrived home early just as he promised, but with a bag full of groceries.
You shot him a confused look about the bag as he leaned in to kiss you.
鈥淚 figured I would make us dinner tonight, I haven鈥檛 in a while and I found a recipe I want to try if that鈥檚 alright with you kitten,鈥 he explained, enthusiastic as ever.
鈥淪ounds nice,鈥 you responded quietly with a small nod, which only encouraged him to lean in for another kiss.
鈥淚 was thinking we could watch a movie or maybe nap first? What do you wanna do?鈥
鈥淐an we watch a disney movie?鈥 You asked him cautiously even though you knew he鈥檇 say yes, he always said yes to you.
鈥淲e can watch whatever you want, put it on while I go change.鈥
You nod, grabbing the remote and getting comfortable on the couch while searching for a movie. You finally decide on one turning it on just as Kuroo walked into the room.
He settles down on the couch next to you, drawing you into his side. A few minutes pass before he hooks his arms around you to pull you onto his lap as you two continue to watch the movie silently.
He absentmindedly runs his fingers across your hip, drawing random shapes lightly with his fingertips.
鈥淟ook at me.鈥
You turn your head to face him before he raises his hand to place it lightly on your cheek, stroking it with his thumb.
鈥淚鈥檓 so proud of you and I鈥檓 so grateful to have you in my life, I love you more than anything.鈥
You鈥檙e instantly taken aback by his statement, you had no idea how badly you needed to hear that. You bury your face in his neck in an attempt to hide how flustered you were, he chuckled in response rubbing his hand up and down your back.
鈥淚鈥檝e got you kitten, I鈥檝e always got you.鈥
鈥淟ove you Testu,鈥 you mumble, your face not leaving the warmth of his neck.
He leaves a chaste kiss on your head as acknowledgement and plays with your hair until you finally fall asleep on him.
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ollie-ollie-oxenfreee9 days ago
At the seasoned cusp of eighteen years old, Gideon could boil the list of her worldly possessions down into a neat set of bulletpoints. She ran through them in order one last time, for posterity:
鈿獻tem 1: The security cuff. Her lifelong nemesis. When some particularly unpleasant friar had first snapped it onto her ankle, she was so little that it had to be padded with a layer of medbay gauze to keep it from slipping off. She remembered spending many a bored afternoon fiddling with the hinges, tracing her fingers over the scratched face of the lock until it started up its earsplitting beeping and she was hauled off for another punishment.
鈿玈tatus: Currently 鈥渕issing.鈥 Or, rather, 鈥渘ot digging into her skin for the first time in years.鈥 Unlatched and laid out neatly beside its key as a parting gift. So long and thanks for all the trauma.
鈿獻tem 2: Her longsword, her beloved, her oldest friend. The only undeniably good thing in her life so far. She thought about giving it a name every now and then 聽- something pretty and strong like one of the ladies in her comics. 鈥淓velyn鈥 was the old favorite, but she鈥檇 never settled on one for certain. She鈥檇 have plenty of time to think it over on the shuttle to the Second.
鈿玈tatus: Sheathed at her back, a comforting weight. Polished to a mirror sheen that would maybe - just maybe - make Aiglamene proud.
鈿獻tem 3: Her breastplate. It was nothing more than a piece of scuffed black metal, inscribed with - what else - the good ol鈥 tomb in chains, but it was hers. She鈥檇 been caught wearing it and striking poses in front of the training room mirrors more often than she鈥檇 like to admit. (Sometimes you had to be your own adoring admirer and acknowledge that you looked damn good in armor. It wasn鈥檛 like a cloisterite or - God forbid - Harrow was going to do it.)
鈿玈tatus: Securely buckled on beneath her robe. She wasn鈥檛 counting on a fight, but she could never be too careful. Not when so much was at stake. And hey, even if nothing went wrong, surely there鈥檇 be someone on the Second who could appreciate a woman ready for battle.
鈿獻tem 4: Her grand library of pinups and pulp comics. She鈥檇 fought hard for them, been quick and clever as a Sixth House spy, slipping her forged order forms into the supply room鈥檚 dropbox under the cover of night and padding silently back to her cell before anyone noticed she was missing.
鈿玈tatus: Picked over, with the best of them folded up for safekeeping. It was with the heaviest of hearts that she made the decision to leave some of her collection behind. So many beautiful works of indecent art, abandoned to the only pit in the Empire that wouldn鈥檛 be able to appreciate them. She鈥檇 make sure to remember their noble sacrifice and think of them fondly.聽
鈿獻tem 5 (collective): Sundry bits of gear. Sword oil; whetstone; cleaning rags; needle, thread and patches for repairing the cracked leather of her gloves.
鈿玈tatus: Hidden away beneath the bundled - up clothing at the bottom of her suitcase.
That was it. All of it. Everything - every trapping of her miserable life on the Ninth - packed up in a single shabby little suitcase. In a few minutes, to an outsider, it would be as though she were never there. Good. Maybe she鈥檇 be able to forget one day too.
She checked her watch, hoisted up her things, pried open the door to her cell once last time and stepped out into the frigid darkness of the hall. Onward and upward we go.
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lizzieolsen14 days ago
ily honey you deserve the world 鉂も潳鉂も潳
馃槶 i鈥檓 dying聽i鈥檓 so grateful for u and for so much kindness,聽i love you!!! you deserve so much happiness i hope you find a good luck penny today (and don鈥檛 forget to put it in your shoe for safekeeping) <3
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Greater Good Liveblog鈥擯art I
鈿狅笍Spoilers for Chapter 1鈥揅hapter 3 of Thrawn: Ascendancy: Greater Good and Thrawn: Ascendancy: Chaos Rising鈿狅笍
Chapter 1
Ahhhhh Wutroow 馃ズ馃ズ馃ズ and Ara鈥檒ani are the best duo!
Hahah Thurfian is brooding lmao. Sucks to suck huh?
So the rank of prime syndic is a secret one....very interesting
Zistalmu bringing up that Thrawn is actually bringing the Mitth honor is hilarious and also true. Thurfian is salty as fuck
THRASS??? THRASS MENTION???? OHHHHH!!! Confirmed that Thrass and Thrawn are 鈥渒in.鈥
So basically they鈥檙e trying to make up some pirate rumors to get Thrawn out of the immediate area of the Ascendency
Thurfian: it鈥檚 hammer time 馃敤
Memories 1
Jixtus is here. And Haplif? who this?
6 month timeframe to destroy a planet. yikes 馃槼
refugee ship got away.... same one from Chaos Rising? Yiv鈥檚 got a mention
鈥淚 understand everyone very well,鈥 Haplif said.
idk why but Jixtus is giving me Thanos vibes??? and Haplif is giving me Ebony Maw vibes?? interesting duo here
Haplif says 鈥淚 deal in the political realm鈥 oh boy. ohhh buddy. that doesn鈥檛 matter in thrawn鈥檚 book 馃槶
Chapter 2
it鈥檚 samakro and springhawk time!
Thalias is Che鈥檙i鈥檚 official caregiver now! 馃挋馃挋馃挋
Samakro鈥檚 Senior Commamder is a Chaf 馃憖
Thalias forgot Che鈥檙i鈥檚 鈥渟tarday,鈥 which is described as 鈥渂eing taken to the skylight to see [her] first star.鈥 apparently they were on mission and thalias is determined to give her a starday of some kind cause she feels really bad about forgetting... GOOD MOM THALIAS!!
Che鈥檙i is also ten now!
The Springhawk is going to Rapacc; when they get there Thrawn is returning the ring the Paccosh gave jume for safekeeping 馃ズ
Oh my gosh????? the chimera design is on the Pacc frigate???? THATS AMAZING???
The Paccosh want Thalias to speak to a Matriarchal society called the Magys and convince them not to basically commit mass suicide. Thalias is just like 鈥....what the fuck鈥
same girl, same
samakro is killing me here 鈥10 years old are basically aliens鈥 SIR鈥
Chapter 3
so they go to these Magys and oh man. more Force lore!!! yes!!!
The Magys want to die so they can join 鈥渢he Beyond鈥 and replenish their dying planet in that way, so that some day, when others come along, they will be able to prosper due to their efforts
however, Thalias tells them that there is still hope for their planet, as Csilla was able to recover from its rapid freezing
Thrawn automatically links the Beyond to the Force from his time with Anakin
Thrawn basically gives Thalias Senior Officer status to validate her authority with the Magys and Samakro is pissed, confused, and overall just done lmao
He also does not like thurfian, does not like Thalias鈥 association with Thurfian, and therefore thinks that Thalias is trying to politic Thrawn in Thurfian鈥檚 steed. or something
it鈥檚 a mess
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blinksinbewilderment15 days ago
gluck on exams, blink! <3 - L (yusufsalkaysanis)
L thank u i鈥檓 tucking this away in my heart for safekeeping聽 馃ズ
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trailshome15 days ago
how would the ROs react to MC intertwining their fingers with the RO's, saying "I just felt like telling you that you're very special to me, you make me a better person, and I love you" out of the blue, handing them a rose and walking away with a smile? 馃ズ馃挄馃挄
//Don鈥檛 think I don鈥檛 see you trying to get the RO鈥檚 to melt!! For shame sweet anon!! jkjk <3
Finlay: Hardcore swoons and mumbles,聽鈥淵ou make me a better person too, my beloved...鈥 is very very flustered!! Tucks the rose into their breastplate for safekeeping like the love-sick fool that they are smh!!
Lesilfae: Chuckles and takes the rose.鈥漎ou are very special to me too.鈥 Will put the rose on display in his shop but won鈥檛 sell it to anyone. Sends the MC sly grins all day!!
Galeon: Is grinning the biggest, goofiest smile!! Will give the mc鈥檚 hand a squeeze before they walk away and will carry the rose around with him all day. Puts it somewhere special at his job where he can look at it while healing people. Sap!!!
Hollond: Stares at the rose and doesn鈥檛 notice as the mc walks away. Starts shaking and, if the mc brought them a plantable rose, will put it in their garden. Won鈥檛 look at the mc all day but their eyes are wet and raw...
Greta:聽鈥淥H!! I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU I, LOVE YOU!!鈥 screaming she鈥檚 so excited!! Will braid the rose into her hair or tuck in behind her ear. Will keep it there until it wilts (or loses it, in which case she is v sad) and won鈥檛 let the mc walk away. You have instigated soft cuddle time, get ready!!
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