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On Tilt, Part 6 | KNJ

On Tilt, Part 6

Definition: a poker term for a state of mental or emotional confusion or frustration in which a player adopts a suboptimal strategy, usually resulting in the player becoming overly aggressive.

On Tilt Masterlist

Pairing: Namjoon x Fem!Reader

Rating: M 🔞; NSFW

Genre: idol!AU; strangers-to-FWB-to-lovers; toxic relationship; angst; fluff; smut

Warnings: cussing; dirty talk; neck kisses; heavy petting; nipple play; clit play; body worship; oral (mutual); protected sex; switch!Namjoon; switch!reader

Word count: 5.6K+ words

Summary: You’ve said time and time again that you wouldn’t lose yourself to him. You were in control now. You were going to make better choices. For a minute there, you were able to keep up with it. It wasn’t ‘til Namjoon’s extended break that you found yourself falling into old habits. Will you ever learn to quit Kim Namjoon?

A/N: It's been a long time! If you're still following along, thank you for being patient! I hope to write more frequently. I haven't been inspired to finish much of my wips but I hope you'll enjoy this chapter! I've missed these two.

"I don't know... I think the second half of it seems..." Namjoon sighs, trying to think of an adjective. "Lame?"

"I don't think so," Jon, his co-producer, disagrees.

“Are you sure? I feel like we should add more to it. My vocals sound kind of flat.”

Namjoon, despite having 1,001 tasks to complete before his album release, had also agreed to do a feature verse on a track for one of his industry friends. He sits in one corner of the room, his gaze fixed on the large screen displaying multiple layers of squiggly waves that represent the various instrumental and vocal tracks he’s recorded.

Jon has worked with him long enough to know when he’s actually giving notes or just being nitpicky.

“Your vocals are fine,” he says reassuringly. “Your verse is perfect–it really fits the song!”

Namjoon sighs heavily, still feeling some apprehension. His phone buzzes and he glances at it to read a text message. “Ah, good. He’s on his way. Maybe he can give me some input on this. He’s got a great ear for these kind of things.”

“Ouch, bro,” Jon feigns offense as he cleans up the track layers some more.

Namjoon turns apologetic immediately. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that we’ve been at this for a few weeks and I just want to get a different perspective?”

A minute later, the door to his studio opens, and in comes Yoongi.

"Hey, you got here fast!" Namjoon greets Yoongi. Yoongi nods in acknowledgment. "I was already on this floor when you texted, so I thought I'd swing by before my next appointment. What's up?"

Namjoon motions for Jon to play the track for Yoongi. He observes his teammate and frequent co-producer tilt his head to the side and close his eyes. He always does this when he wants to analyze the track by ear.

Once the track ends, Namjoon anticipates his comments.

“Can you try it without the cymbals in the bridge and drop the echo off the doubling track?”

Jon nods, clicks on a few functions, and plays the song according to Yoongi's notes. Hearing the track with the new modifications, Yoongi and Namjoon make eye contact. They both nod their heads enthusiastically to the beat. No other words are exchanged, but the smiles on their faces and the subsequent high-five provide enough reassurance.

******

“Thanks for the input, hyung. I appreciate it.” Namjoon walks Yoongi out of his studio.

“It’s nothing! We’re still a team even though we’re all off doing our own stuff at the moment.”

Namjoon silently agrees, then raises a hand to rub his eyes while trying to suppress a yawn. They pause for a moment, standing in front of each other in the quiet hallway.

“Tired?”

"I've accepted my fate of being tired forever," Namjoon laughs wryly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't know why I assumed that completing my album would bring me some relief and relaxation.”

"Ah, it'll pass." To a stranger, his deadpan tone might sound insincere, but Namjoon knows that he means it in a consoling manner. "Are you excited about your launch party?”

“Yeah, I am. And I’m taking YN with me!” There was a sense of pride and comfort in the way he said it.

Yoongi’s eyebrows shoot upward. “Are you?”

“You think it’s a bad idea?”

Yoongi shakes his head and smiles. “Not in the least bit. Have you told PD-nim?”

Namjoon nods. “He was cool with it. She’ll be there as my guest but we agreed that her presence there isn’t an ‘announcement’ or anything like that. Still, I’m confident that we’ll be safe since she and I will be interacting out in the open instead of sneaking around.”

It was simple logic. Photos weren’t worth much to tabloids if they were professionally taken with the subject’s consent.

Yoongi laughs at the rationale but he can’t deny that his friend makes a good point. “I’m glad you’ve got something worked out. And she’s okay with all that?”

Namjoon’s head tilts slightly and his shoulders shrug. “Apprehensive at first but I let her know that the front office was supportive so that helped convince her and made her feel safe about going.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows rose and his lips twitch upon hearing his last comment but he caught himself and managed to force a smile. “Good. That’s…good. I’m really glad to hear that.” It wasn’t fair to project his personal grievances with management toward his friend.

Realizing his misstep, his excitement is replaced with a pang of guilt. “Shit, I’m sorry, hyung,” he grimaces. “I didn’t mean to come off insensitive, especially after what happened to–”

Yoongi cuts him off. “Nah, don’t feel guilty about it. I’m happy that you’re happy. I’m glad that you have someone who supports you and that you’ve found ways to compromise.” His sober expression makes Namjoon’s face falter.

It hasn’t been long since Yoongi and his partner split up. It was a few weeks before the hiatus announcement but by then, they’d had enough and decided to move onto separate ways.

“I’m really sorry that you couldn’t figure out a middle ground between the label and–”

Yoongi waves his hand in mid-air to stop Namjoon from bringing up something that is still fresh in his mind. There was a time and place to be vulnerable but this moment wasn’t it. “S’okay. We tried…for a long time…” He sighs and finishes with a shrug, effectively dropping the subject.

“Anyway, speaking of PD-nim, what did you think of last week’s contract meeting?” Yoongi asks to shift the focus away from him. “Have you thought about what you wanted to do for the next year?”

Namjoon exhales and confidently answers, “Yep. I’m taking the option for the longer hiatus.”

A few weeks ago, the label held a meeting with all team members, offering different paths for their careers. They could either continue pursuing solo activities or 'take a break' by having a more flexible schedule and the option to choose the projects they want to participate in.

“Wow. Really? Even with all of the offers to collaborate?” Yoongi bulges his eyes out at his friend knowingly.

Two years ago, Namjoon would have been tripping over his feet if he ever got a call from his idols for a dream collaboration. Now that the group has hit record-breaking fame in the world stage, each member’s time was in high demand.

“I did that one song last summer with my idol and crossed that off my bucket list. I don’t need to be greedy by entertaining every request,” he laughs. “It’s also an opportunity for me to take a break and find a new sound.”

Although Namjoon's new album has not been released yet, Yoongi does not argue because he understands that as an artist, one needs to constantly evolve. As soon as you finish one project, you should already be in the midst of planning the next one.

“That’s fair,” Yoongi concedes. “Was this decision influenced by a certain someone?”

“Yes and no,” Namjoon admits. “She’s a factor but it's my own decision. It’s what’s best for me…for us. I owe it to her.”

“Is she collecting a debt?”

Namjoon laughs. “No, no. She didn’t say that. In fact, I haven’t told her that we had that meeting. All I know is that I made a commitment to her and I plan on sticking to it. Walk the walk, you know?”

“I guess it’s good that she didn’t talk you into it. The last thing you want is to make hasty, emotional decisions then regret them later.”

“Hyung, I swear I’m not being hasty or emotional about this.”

“Alright,” Yoongi relents. “Just saying, I’d hate for you to feel regret or resentment if things don’t pan out.”

The truth was, Namjoon had that thought buried in the far corner of his mind, but he wouldn't let it deter him. He believed that fate brought the two of you back together and he was determined to do everything he could to make the best out of this second chance. Things will work out this time.

They have to.

You're in a rush to send out two more emails before the holiday weekend. These emails are crucial for sealing the deals for two of your clients. One has received interest from a film production company that wants to buy the rights to their novel and turn it into a movie. The other client is preparing for wider distribution after self-publishing the first edition of their book.

Your phone starts to buzz after you send off one email.

“Hey, I just got here. Are you sure you don’t want me to pick you up?” Namjoon walks through your front door then pockets his keys, which include a copy of your house keys. It was a huge step for you and your relationship.

He was bringing food from the restaurant that you two were supposed to have dinner at. But after a client call ran long and a few other last-minute tasks piled up, you asked if you could reschedule. Instead, he was insistent and completely fine with the idea of spending the night in.

“I’m sure. I drove so I have to bring my car home anyway.”

“But you could leave it at the garage and I can have my manager pick it up tomorrow.”

You laugh at his offer. He just really wanted you home. “Why don’t you let the man enjoy a decent weekend off, for once?”

“Alright,” he relents. “I’ll be here waiting. I’ve got wine chilling in the fridge and pasta and chicken, just like you asked.”

You acknowledge all the effort he’s putting in. He’s been sleep-deprived the entire week but he was still determined to spend time with you. Still, you take the opportunity to tease him. “You know that kind of behavior will get you laid.”

“Look, I don’t really care if anything happens tonight,” he says simply. “I only wanted to bring dinner and be with you.”

“Mm-hm,” you hum in amusement. “What kind of pasta did you get?” You ask him as a test.

He answers with your favorite. It’s been so long and yet he still knew. “That’s it! I’m getting on my knees as soon as I walk through the door!”

A low laugh escapes him. “Not if I get you on your back first.”

His response makes you want to log off this second and rush home to him.

Unfortunately, even if you leave the office, you still need to continue working from home. However, you would rather put 100% of your focus on him. So, you decide to stay until you finish everything.

Two hours later, you walk through the door. The room is dark and quiet, with the only light coming from the television. Namjoon is snoring in the living room.

He stirs when you brush his hair back to kiss his forehead from behind the couch.

"Hi," he says, his lips curving into a languid smile as he blinks his eyes open.

"Sorry, I'm late."

"It's cool." He stretches his arms and sits up. "Have you eaten?"

"No. Have you?" You ask him.

He shakes his head as well. "I'll heat up the food in the oven—"

"No, let’s go to bed so you can go back to sleep," you suggest. It's been a long day and fatigue is setting in. However, Namjoon gets up from the couch, shakes his head adamantly, and laughs. "You know that I know that there's no way you'll have a good night's sleep while hungry."

Just before you protest, your stomach growls, betraying you. He knows you well enough. With a snort, he takes your hand and guides you to the kitchen.

*******

After dinner and a quick shower for you, you get a second wind and decide to watch some late-night TV. It was a weekend, and Namjoon didn't have to be at the office until late the next evening.

He gazes at the week-old gardenia arrangement that he brought over when you first moved in and wonders aloud, "I'll never understand why you keep holding onto these until they're completely dead. Just throw them away and I'll get you fresh flowers!"

"I like them when they’re in this in-between stage of brown and white. They have a stronger scent and I love it," you explain.

"Yeah, but the aesthetic is—" He clicks his teeth in distaste.

"Forget about the aesthetic! I think it smells romantic," you say confidently.

At first, he furrows his brows at your strange remark. But instead of arguing, he’s endeared. He shakes his head and chuckles, returning his attention to the TV.

You and Namjoon are on the couch, watching old reruns of a show that you've seen many times before. Despite the outdated punchlines, you still find them funny years later. You're sitting sideways while your legs, covered by a throw blanket, rest comfortably on his lap. Instead of watching the show with him, your gaze is fixed on his profile. At the sound of a joke you both had heard before, he still lets out a guffaw, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement as if hearing it for the very first time. His laughter makes your heart swell so much that it feels as if you could float away.

At that moment, as his laughs subside and the scent of wilted gardenias fills the room, you utter, "I love you." You can feel your heart pounding in your chest.

He slowly turns his head to face you, his eyes searching yours. After a few beats that feel like an eternity, he says, "Say that again."

Suddenly feeling shy, you giggle like a schoolgirl and attempt to hide under your blanket, but he pulls it off, revealing your flushed cheeks.

"Please say it again," he says, grinning and patiently waiting.

You take a deep breath, savoring the moment. You purse your lips for a few seconds, then smile back at him. "I love you," you say softly, but with conviction.

He throws his head back dramatically, clutching his chest as if he's been shot, before collapsing onto the bed with a theatrical flourish.

Giggling at his antics, you playfully shove his side and tell him, "Stop being so dramatic!"

"I'm not being dramatic! I'm in love," he declares with a sigh.

You’re mildly irritated by his response. “You know, if you’re just going to joke about this—”

Just as you turn serious, he does the same. “I would never joke. Not when it comes to you.”

This was a huge step for both of you and it was the first time you’d actually said the words to each other. Years ago, he used to say that labels and verbal declarations of feelings were ‘superficial’. Anybody can say ‘I love you’ but never really grasp the full weight of it. He was all about ‘showing’ not ‘telling.’

The old you thought that made a lot of sense. It sounded logical. And because you were actually in love with him then, you believed it.

You swallow the lump in your throat. "I want you to know that this is still scary for me. This isn’t like when we were sleeping around at the dorms or hotels. The stakes are higher now."

He turns his body toward you. He cradles your legs with one arm and circles the other around your waist to pull you closer.

“I really fucked things up by not telling you how I felt and ignoring your needs. I was selfish and a coward.”

You shake your head gently at how he was placing all the blame on himself. “We were young and had a lot of growing up to do. Both of us needed that time apart.”

He looks at you with a mix of regret and determination in his eyes. "I recognize that now," he says softly. "And I want to do better and be better for you. Things will be different this time."

His words fill you with hope, and you feel your heart fill with warmth as you realize that he is committed to making things work between you.

The thought of it also turns you on wildly. You lean in and press your lips to his. “Take me to bed,” you whisper.

He pulls back slightly and stares into your eyes. “I’m not saying these things just to get it in,” he chuckles. “Like I said, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want—”

“I know,” you interrupt gently before your lips curve into a smile. “Let me worry about what I want. And what I want, is for us to go to bed.”

Nodding, he switches the TV off and you both walk upstairs into your bedroom.

******

You walk into the room, with him following closely behind. As you turn to face him, he stops in his tracks, cautiously anticipating your next move.

You reach up and cup his face in your hands. He closes his eyes, reveling in your touch. Tilting your chin up, he meets halfway, and seals his mouth to yours. The kiss starts soft and sweet, but quickly builds up to a fever pitch.

Desire surges through you, and he matches your fervor. His fingers grip the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. He groans against your lips, making those low, sexy sounds that you turn you on. Your hands explore his chest, feeling every inch of him. Just as you're about to lose control, he breaks the kiss.

He spins you around, your back pressed against him, caging you while his hand roams all around your front. You threw your head back in a low moan as he nipped at your neck, grinding his hard cock between your ass cheeks.

He wraps his arms around you and nuzzles your neck. His heavy breaths send shivers down your spine.

“How did I get so lucky?” he whispers as his teeth graze your earlobe.

"I wouldn't call it luck," you murmur breathlessly, shifting your head to give him better access to your throat. "...More like a well-deserved outcome," you finish. He runs his nose down the slope of your neck, and you feel him smile against it.

"I'm really trying to control myself," he sighs. "But I'd be lying if I said I haven't spent a lot of time fantasizing about how this evening would go."

You release a pained groan, squirming as he lazily sucks on your neck. "Tell me," you say.

He pauses his ministrations, giving you a chance to break away and turn to face him.

“Tell me about your fantasies,” you say to him.

Namjoon teasingly swipes his tongue between his lips and leans forward. “I can tell you and show you.”

In anticipation, your chest rises as you inhale sharply and bite your lower lip. It was all the consent he needed.

"First of all, you're wearing too many clothes," he smirks.

You reach for the hem of your sleep shirt, intending to pull it off, but he stops you. He gently wags his finger and tuts. "In my fantasy, I do all the work."

You release the material and relinquish control to him. Wrapping his arms around you, he repeats your earlier action and pulls your shirt up. You lift your arms above your head, allowing him to easily slip it off you. As he leans in, you anticipate a kiss, but he surprises you by tossing you over his shoulder.

He walks across the room, and his hand reaches down to tug on your panties, pulling them below the curve of your ass. You yelp as he spanks you hard enough to sting.

He sits you down on the mattress and crouches in front of you. As he pulls your panties past your bare feet, he asks, “Are you good, baby?”

“Yeah.” You smile and touch his cheek. The moment of tenderness makes your heartbeat stutter as if he wasn’t just about to ravish you seconds later.

He nods and flashes a dimple before he picks up where he left off.

He plants a soft kiss on your inner thigh. “Are you ready for me?”

You arch an eyebrow at him in response. “The better question is, are you ready for me?”

You let out another squeal when Namjoon jerks your hips to the very edge of the bed with your legs on either side of him, exposing your center to his gaze.

“You’re going to be sorry you said that.”

You pushed at his shoulder, challenging him. “Teach me a lesson, then.”

He presses your thighs wide with gentle hands, his thumb stroking over your clit, pleasure pulsing through you.

He lowers his voice to a dangerously low tone. “You know, I’m trying to set the pace here but you’re no help.” He gets some revenge when he pulls his shirt over his head.

“You know I can take it,” you say as evenly as possible while trying not to drool over the sight of his bare chest.

“I know you can,” he murmurs. “But I want this to last a while.” Your stomach tightens when he lowers his head. As soon as his tongue licks through your folds, you grasp desperately at the sheets beneath you and fall back onto the mattress. He parts you with his fingers, teasing your sensitive flesh while you keen and writhe in pleasure.

“I’ve imagined this so many different ways,” he purred, teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue. Your hips buck but he holds you firmly down.

“On my bed.” He sucks. “In my studio.” And licks.

“In the back room of the restaurant that I took you to on our first date after we had the no-sex conversation.”

“God. Namjoon,” You moan pathetically, dizzy at the sight of him savoring you.

“I imagine pinning you down,” he went on roughly, “Giving it to you all night…your nipples swollen from me sucking on them. The room filled with all those sexy sounds you do…when I make you cum over and over…” He gives your clit one long suction.

You whimper, biting your lip as he flutters his tongue. He has one of your legs hooked over his bare shoulder. The heat from his skin burns the flesh behind your knee.

“Yes, I want all that,” Your hands roam over your breasts, pinching at your aching nipples for relief.

He grins mischievously. “I know.” He continues to suck on your bundle of nerves, teasing you relentlessly as your climax builds up further. With his lips still wrapped around your clit, he slides two fingers into your soaked opening, curling them upward to massage your inner walls.

You gasp sharply at the assault when he pumps into you. Hips moving of their own volition, grinding into his greedy mouth.

You climax with a breathless cry, your legs shaking with the rush of release after months of pent-up tension between you.

You were still coming down from your high when his body loomed over you. He shoves his bottoms down just enough to free his cock.

You watch as he carefully slips a condom down his length. Wanting to feel him in your hands, you attempt to reach for it, but he catches you by your wrist. He brings your hand to his lips and kisses the inside before pinning your hands above your head.

His eyes studies your face, his lips still glistening from your orgasm, his chest heaving. You blink up at him in wonder and ask yourself, 'how did you get so lucky'?

“I love you,” he pants.

“I love you,” you reply before he slides his length between your folds. He pushes in, parting the slick opening.

He buries his face in your throat with a groan, then surges inside you. He gasps your name, slowly grinding his hips against you, trying to get deeper.

His hips work in a steady rhythm. The feel of him inside you, stretching you, drives you crazy. You shift and wrap your legs around him for leverage and meet his thrusts.

His lips brushed against your temple. “Fuck, you feel so good. I don’t think I can last much longer…but I…I want to—“

He sounded apologetic, but he didn’t need to. Your throat tightens. “I don’t care. I’m not going anywhere. Don’t stop!”

He pulls out, lifts your ass, then thrusts deeply. You moan helplessly, your cunt squeezing him greedily. “Fuck yes…” you hiss. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

He strokes into you and you writhe under him, your thighs grasping his hips. Digging his knees in, he gives you what you begged for and fucks relentlessly into you. His cock plunges deeply, over and over, breathing naughty fantasies into your ear and pushing you closer to another climax.

Your core tenses and your clit throbs with every slam of his hips against yours. He pounds into you, every muscle in his body flexing.

“I’m gonna cum so hard for you,” he strains, sweat sliding down his temple.

The promise of him filling you sets you off, and before you know it, you come undone for him again, your pussy spasming furiously. The obscene sounds of hot, sweaty fucking fills your bedroom while he chases his own climax.

He slows down his movements deliberately, and with one final stroke, you feel him spurting inside of you. Rough sounds of satisfaction rumble from his chest and resonate against your sweat-slicked skin.

He lies there for a moment, his heartbeat gradually slowing to a steady rhythm. When he lifts his head, his fingers run through your hair.

Namjoon cradles your face in his hands and kisses you. “Thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for? You did all the work,” you laugh.

His slow smile showed pure satisfaction. “I’m only grateful for the privilege.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Stop,” you giggle. “You’re just saying that because you’re horny.”

“Nah, I’m love-drunk,” he grins lazily before planting another kiss on your lips. You’re so endeared…as if you couldn’t love him anymore.

He flops on the bed beside you, and you rest a hand on his chest, patting it softly. "By the way, top-tier fantasy," you remark.

Turning to face you, his smile widens and he mischievously squints at you. “Oh, you thought that was it?” He laughs. “We haven’t even gotten through the half of it!”

The thought of being the recipient of Namjoon’s insatiable desire for you sends a flutter of excitement through your body.

******

You are jolted awake by a dream you had. In it, you were falling into a bottomless pit.

Your heart races as you quickly turn your head to the other side of the bed, where Namjoon is sleeping soundly.

You’d been at each other for at least two hours before both of you passed out from exhaustion and fell asleep.

You carefully slide out of bed, trying not to wake him, and make your way to the bathroom.

When you reenter the bedroom, the scene before you takes your breath away. Namjoon is sprawled across your bed, with one arm tossed over his head and the other draped across his chest. When you were shopping for a mattress, it seemed excessive to get one so huge. However, now that you see his feet resting comfortably on the bed instead of dangling off it, it doesn't seem like such a bad investment after all.

God, he was breathtaking. When he was onstage, he exuded an unstoppable force, trained to be the object of many people’s fantasies. And yet, you were the only one who could bring him to his knees.

He shifts as you climb onto the bed. He blinks up at you.

“Hey, come here.” He sounds drowsy, but you find it incredibly sexy.

“I love you,” you say as you lower yourself into his outstretched arms. His warm skin is perfect for snuggling. Seeing him like this makes you want to be close to him, but in a different way.

He kisses you deeply, but you pull away just in time to regain control. “I'm not done with you,” he warns. Despite already going three rounds (that you can recall), he shamelessly craves more. Admittedly, so do you.

You gently place your pointer finger on his lips and shake your head. "It's my turn."

He raises an eyebrow in curiosity.

“We spent all night living out your fantasies but didn’t even get to mine. Not fair–that’s not how this relationship is supposed to work,” you pout.

“I’m sorry,” he says sweetly, brushing your cheek with his finger. “What do you want, my love?”

You wrap your legs around his thigh and rub against it, letting him feel that you are already wet for him. The friction makes you moan, as does the promise of being naughty.

You kiss him, press your body against him. “Two things.”

His finger grazes your forehead. “Anything.”

“One, I want to taste you,” you whisper then glance downward at his crotch.

His teeth sink into his bottom lip, already into it. “And the second thing?”

This is when you try to hold back your excitement. “You have to be very, very still.”

He’s suddenly puzzled. “Huh?”

“I want you to keep your hands to yourself while I work on you,” you state.

He groans in frustration. “You know that’s impossible–”

“Just trust me!”

Eventually, he acquiesces. “Alright. How do you want me?”

You purse your lips and motion for him to sit up against the headboard, and he obliges. You lift his arms and direct him to hold onto the gaps in the frame.

Next, you grab hold of his boxers' waistband and he lifts his hips to assist you. As you pull them past his feet, you ask, "Are you good, baby?"

“Yes,” he answers with a gentle smirk.

You spread his thighs apart, but before you position yourself between them, you lean forward to give him a kiss. He instinctively embraces you, with one hand pushing into your hair and the other resting on the small of your back, urging you to come closer.

Clearing your throat, you flick your eyes to his hands, giving him a warning look. He smiles, suddenly remembering one of your stipulations, and lets his hands fall to his sides.

You press a light kiss to his lips before moving your mouth across his cheek, down to his throat. Your tongue darts out to lick his golden skin before latching on, causing him to let out a pained growl. You graze him with your teeth, leaving a mark. Rough sounds of pleasure vibrate against your lips.

Pulling back, you admire the bright red bruise you left and giggle triumphantly at your handiwork. “Mine.”

"Yours," he vows with hooded eyes.

"Good answer." Pleased, you continue to move lower, finding and teasing his nipples. You lick over them, around them, then blow. Namjoon hisses and growls at the shot of cool air against his sensitized skin. He resists the temptation to roll you onto your back and pin you to the mattress, but instead, he grips the headboard tighter, his knuckles turning white.

As you make your way down his torso, you feel his entire body tighten with anticipation. When your tongue rims his belly button, his hips jerk up.

If he only knew just how excited you were to see him in this state. You want to reward him for having this much obedience and self-control.

With your hands on his inner thighs, you urge him to spread open wider, giving you room to settle comfortably. Dipping your head, your lips part, and you give his cock a precursory lick.

“Fuuucking…hell…” he growls.

It sends another wave of arousal through you. Wrapping your lips around him, you give him back what he gave you last night. Using only your mouth, you worship him, sucking gently and caressing him with your tongue.

He mutters a mix of curses and praises, feeling both lost and dizzy with pleasure.

You pause for a moment and tease him. “You like that?”

He sits up on his elbows, and looks at you wryly. “No, I hate every second it!”

You laugh then wrap your lips around his tip and hum.

“Aaaahh…fuck me. What the fuck,” he groans at the vibration. You see his eyes roll to the back of his head. “Deeper, please,” he begs.

Since he asked so nicely, you oblige and take him in completely until the tip reaches the back of your throat.

He cries out, his back arching as if he wants to pull away, but you hold onto him with your lips and hands, cupping and massaging, encouraging him to reach the peak of pleasure.

“Fuck…fuck…” he chokes out, fighting every urge to wrap his hand around your nape to control the pace. He knows you’re enjoying this too much and the thought of it sends him into a frenzy. His thighs ached with strain, muscles hardening by the force it took to restrain himself.

You feel his balls tighten and you know he’s close. Hollowing your cheeks, you bob your head at an even pace, swirling your tongue around his length simultaneously.

“Ahh, baby, I’m gonna cum…fuck…”

In the same moment that you pull off, he grunts and spurts right at your chest. You sit up and lean back on your heels, pumping him with your fist to prolong and intensify the sensation. You can feel the contractions against your fingertips, pulsing from his flesh as he lets out a drawn-out groan.

When his body calms down, you release him and move to lay by his side.

After a few beats, he croaks out, "Am I allowed to touch you now?"

With a playful giggle, you give him permission. Finally, his heavy arm shifts, blindly searching to pull you closer. You snuggle into his embrace, feeling his heartbeat gradually steadying against yours as he plants a kiss on the top of your head. Both of you collapse in a tired, satisfied heap, but you loved it.

And you loved him.

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imarvelatthestars · 4 months

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Come Away With Me

Pairings: Fives x Reader, background Echo x OC

Content: fluff + light angst (I didn't mean for it to happen, it just did, but there's always a happy ending!), some suggestive flirting

It’s not until he gets here that Fives realizes perhaps he’s a bit more talk than he is action when it comes to all this. He surveys the cabin as if it were a battlefield – a sitting room and a fireplace, a wood-burning stove, and the small cot in the back corner, mostly buried in stacks of quilts. This is out of his area of expertise, and he can claim to be a romantic all he wants, he can watch cheesy holos ‘til he’s blue in the face, but it won’t change the fact that before you, there was never much of a chance for romance in his life. So this? Sure, it’s exciting, sure it makes him feel a little giddy, but it’s still new. Different. Entirely foreign.

He imagines Echo isn’t faring much better.

“Where‘re the girls?” he asks into his comm.

It crackles for a minute before his brother picks up. “Back at the speeder. Giggling, last I heard.”

That makes Fives smile. You’re having fun and that’s what this trip was all about. Well, mostly.

“Told you this was a good idea.”

“Bantha shit, you’re as nervous as I am, and you know it.”

He flops about for an excuse, but ultimately falls short. There’s no point in hiding things from Echo, not when they’re both in the same metaphorical boat.

“What are we doin’, Fives?”

The half-hearted laugh that comes out of him is remarkably weak. “Wish I knew. Sounded like a good idea at the time.”

It had been soon after your 18th date – not that he was counting, of course – and you’d been snuggled up in his lap back at your place, tracing meaningless shapes over his heart and steadily wrapping him around your little finger. And he’d blurted out the one thing he’d sworn he wouldn’t, the thing that had been lingering in the back of his mind for a couple weeks now.

“Come away with me.”

It was a freedom he’d never had during the war. He went where he was ordered and that was that. Then came the Chancellor’s demise, the CRP act. Real, tangible freedom to be whoever he wanted to be, do what he wanted to do. And he met you and he just knew.

“For Life Day. Let’s get off this stupid rock and go somewhere nice, my treat.”

He didn’t have enough credits to pull it off on his own, not without Echo’s help, and that had eventually morphed into a double-date situation. He’d bring you, Echo would bring his girl, and it would be the perfect, romantic getaway he knew you’d both love.

“Well,” his vod says after a moment, “we’re here now. And they’re happy. Can’t be too bad, eh?” Fives nods. “I guess not.”

He's in his head the whole day. He's here with you, of course. Of course he is. He sees you and Echo's girl building your suspiciously trooper-like snowbeings, he sees you with snowflakes in your eyelashes, he sees how you smile and hears how you laugh, and he falls in love a dozen more times, but at the same time his heart and his mind are far away. Because surely this happiness can't last? Where's the catch? He's lost so much, too much. Brothers that never saw beyond their first post, brothers that never found their own names. He's almost lost himself in this war, and you keep dragging him out whenever he finds himself stumbling, but how... how long can this last?

He watches his brother smile, watches his brother bask in the love he's found, and then Fives watches you dote and tease and play, and he wonders a million different what-ifs in the time it takes for a mug of cocoa to come to a boil.

"Drink up," you say, and your voice manages to rouse him from his worries, if only for a moment. "It'll help."

Fives raises a brow. "Help with what?" and he thinks he does an excellent job of pretending he's not at all bothered by the overbearing depths of his own mind.

You shimmy yourself into the corner between the arm of the sofa and the open space of his underarm and torso, a space made just for you. No one else will ever fit there like you do. You rub your thumb over the lip of your mug as you watch him cautiously do the same.

"You're far away today, baby." It's barely more than a whisper in his ear, but the weight of it is heavy. Fives pulls back a bit, startled and yet resigned to your understanding, and you smile. "I know you. Whatever's bothering you, let it go."

"It's nothin', mesh-"

"It's not nothing. Not with you. But whatever it is, it can wait for tonight." When you rest your head atop his chest, he finds the gentle pressure sobering, stabilizing, a reminder not to get himself lost in the darkness when the lightest, brightest thing he's ever known is right here in front of him. "Be with us. With me."

He snuggles the tip of his nose in your hair and smiles as he inhales the scent of your shampoo. "Yeah? That what you want, baby?"

Perhaps you're right. (He knows you are.) He'd just been so worried about this, about what this trip meant, what it symbolized. Another step forward, another step deeper into the forest of his feelings for you.

Your eyes are sparkling in the firelight of the approaching evening. "Mm, that's what I always want, trooper."

Fives nods sagely. "Not to worry, mesh'la. I've got you."

"Good. Y'know, it's pretty cold out there. I'd hate to get stuck in any sudden storms." You cast a gaze over your shoulder that says you're concerned, but he can see it in the way you can't even pretend to hide your smile that you're faking, playing. "Whatever would we do with ourselves?"

"Probably have to find some way to keep warm. Wouldn't want to freeze, now would we?"

"What are you two whispering about over there?" calls Echo, whose normal tone suddenly sounds like a storm after the quiet rush of affection and tension you and Fives have been building up the last minute.

You smirk, and Fives swear his heart stops at the sight of it. "That would be telling, wouldn't it?"

Echo just rolls his eyes. "Kriff, never mind, don't wanna know."

Fives echoes your sentiments as he settles his mug on the nearest flat surface. He needs you closer, needs to feel you. His fingers slip beneath them of your sweater to splay against your skin. It's a barely noticeable movement, but then again, his brother's an ARC. Not much gets past him.

"'s gettin' late, vod," says Fives as he hungrily eyes the line of your throat. "You and Anjali might wanna head over t' your bunk for the night."

The fire crackles for a few moments as the suggestion is mulled over. Fives is utterly lost, yes, but this time he's lost in you. The rest of the galaxy is little more than a blur to him.

Later, when his brother's asleep and the night winds howl, when he's built you up and up and up and made you swear into the pillows, he'll tell you exactly what he's been so anxious about, tell you just how much you mean to him. But for now... for now, he'll settle for this, for the warmth of a shared fire and for family found.

prompt(s): fives + "baby, it's cold outside" inspired (and also featuring some echo!)

secret santa/life day recipient: @literallyjustanerd

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#fives x reader #arc trooper fives x reader #fives x you #arc trooper fives x you #star wars #tcw #fives #arc trooper fives #x reader #christmas au #life day #this was my first time writing for fives and it shouldn't have been as hard as it was yet here we are #i did have fun though and it was nice to dive into what fives' thoughts might be like #i'm not super happy with it but alas. my brain has failed me #i'm very very sorry it's a day late but i do hope you still enjoy it!!!!

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decepti-thots · 5 months

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Do you have any tips for getting back into reading?

I do, anon!

So for context, as I said previously, I went from reading 50+ books a year to 5-6 a year max for about half a decade. Most of this related to a longterm downswing in my overall health and my executive dysfunction specifically. I would pick books up and never finish them; my attention span was dead in the water, as was my motivation to even try half the time. It took a couple years of active effort to get back to a 3 book a month average. So here's a few subjective tips I personally found helped. They may not be useful for everyone, but this is what personally helped me!

Some of the techniques I used:

Follow your interest and enthusiasm, and don't be afraid to hop around books. I was stuck in a rut for ages where I'd start a book, lose steam, and vaguely want to read another one instead... but I insisted to myself 'no, I need to FINISH this one, I can read that one when I'm finished!' Obviously, I just never finished the books period, rather than methodically finishing everything one at a time, as I'd hoped I would. I read less, not more. The most important thing period is getting momentum back up; better 4 'still not finished'-s on the way to the book you unexpectedly finish in one sitting than nothing finished, and just a vague sense of guilt. If a new book calls to you and your current one feels interminable, seize that urge and start the second book so you can keep your motivation going. At least you're reading something then; the alternative was usually just not reading either book, for me.

Try some shorter books. I read a lot of novellas to get myself going again last year especially, and it was fantastic. Again, it helps get the momentum going, to be continually working up to longer stuff. (Plus novellas are just a great medium in their own right! Length =/= depth. SFF especially is having a real Novella Moment rn!) Hell, read short story collections, read poetry chapbooks, read plays- if you can only read 75 pages before losing steam, find a 75 page book worth reading. There's tons of them.

Try and carve out reasonably consistent times to read. For me, I started saying that after work most evenings if I was still awake really late, that was now book time, not Twitter/etc time. I read on my lunch a lot at work, and on Sunday afternoons. You don't need to be rigid, that can just be restrictive, but make it a routine you can easily make time for on a predictable basis without hoping you'll spontaneously 'feel like it'.

Read shit you love. This sounds obvious but like. You can't easily branch out of your comfort zone into more challenging-to-you stuff til you have the momentum going, IME. Start off reading the shit you know you like, heady intellectual ambitions be damned. Yeah yeah, reading outside your usual lane is often rewarding, but it'll wait a year til you get back in the swing of it. Read 50 romance novels in a row if that does that for you. The other books will wait. Likewise: reread shit you know inside out. Your to-read list will be here once you got a few of those old familiar faves in.

Those are the big things I guess. A lot of it was locating what really resulted in bottlenecks for me and tailoring what and how I read to them, instead of trying to force past them. Finding the books that fit what I could manage helped me reach a point now where I can read more broadly again. It's like building endurance, you can't start at 110%, I found.

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gayofthefae · 7 months

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Mike liking El romantically when they dated but totally loving being her friend once they were talking again after their breakup. But just wanting to keep in her life so whatever way she wants to do that he accepts (because he isn't gonna risk losing her by asking for anything different).

Mike realizing the day that they move that he has feelings for Will (and in retrospect it makes total sense now why he was so defensive about how "normal" it is to feel torn whenever Will and El were in the same room) and obviously not telling El anything not even that he has feelings for a vague someone else because he's scared of losing her and if she lives across the country she could just choose to not write back and he'd never hear from her again. And on top of that he thinks he can get over it, fix it. So in doing so maybe he avoids calling Will or maybe he doesn't but when he doesn't keep in touch with him, he doesn't write. Because that's for El. And he can't equate anything else he does for El to Will because he can't treat them the same if Will is his FRIEND. And he's trying to see Will as just his friend.

Then he sees them again. And he isn't over Will. So he tries to ignore him (but he can't, and he notices Will is ignoring him too. Which kinda hurts). But then a bunch of shit goes down and he fights with Will and Will does still care but he's calling him out and he just CAN'T deal with this too right now; just doesn't want to think about it. So he shuts him down, grasping at straws desperately to just stop talking about this. And he can't say I love you to El even though he totally does, because he knows she wants him to say it romantically and that feels like a lie. And that kind of lie isn't a line he's willing to cross until he means it. Can make himself mean it. So he's trying and he knows deep down that he can't say it but now that she's gone part of him wishes he just had anyways so that he'd be with her now and be able to help her and protect her. Because all of this was to avoid losing her and he could anyway. And he would do anything not to lose her. Even tell that lie.

And Will is saying it's hard to tell people hard truths when you don't know they'll see you the same and isn't that the truth. And Will is giving him this beautiful painting and telling him how much El loves him and was broken without him. And that's it. He'll just have to commit to it. Because he can't leave her like that. He'll just lie and eventually it'll become the truth and it'll be like it was never a lie in the first place. Fake it til you make it. And then she NEEDS it. She needs it to survive. And Will is encouraging him and it hurts and it's a little hard to say the first time but then he just says it because he knows it's what she needs to hear and he doesn't want to lie but he doesn't want to lose her ABOVE that. So he tells a bunch of technical truths like: me not saying it has nothing to do with you, you're amazing, my life is better because you came into it, I couldn't tell you the truth because I'm scared of losing you.

And now he's where he was. Fake it til you make it, I guess. And Will doesn't love him back, he never even considered he would (okay maybe for the split second after he said "what about us?" but that was wishful thinking). That would be stupid, false hope. So he and Will are best friends again. And he and El are dating. And he's just gonna continue his life the way it was and hope that at some point his feelings for Will go away and everything works itself out. Because it isn't ideal but where he's at isn't BAD. He can work with this. He loves both of them and both of them are still in his life. He's not gonna do anything to fuck that up.

Tldr:

Mike liked being friends with El in season 3. Mike realized the day Will and El moved that he had feelings for Will and wanted to be friends with El and didn't tell El even vaguely about it because he didn't want to lose her. He didn't want to say I love you because he knew she would think it was romantic and that felt like a lie, but he ended up prioritizing not losing her over not telling that lie and tried to tell it as truthfully as possible. And now he's back where he started: no even consideration of Will possibly reciprocating, trying to fake it til he makes it with El and hoping it all works itself out, and not daring change a thing because he doesn't want to lose either of them.

...until he finds out he has a shot. And his mind comes crashing down. Because what do you do when you want one person so bad but having them means you could lose someone else? What do you do when you could lose one person by changing and lose the other by not changing at all? (pssst: he isn't gonna lose either. Because they both want him as much as they need him and would stay long-term no matter what his choice so he just needs to follow his heart, he's allowed)

#mike wheeler sexuality analysis #mike sexuality analysis #stranger things #mike wheeler is bi #oh moment #byler #i know my tl dr's are always still long blame my adhd #for not knowing what info is important

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ghost4meeks · 7 months

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𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐊 | 𝐫. 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬

𖤐 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𖤐 * "𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊'𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒆, 𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕. …𝒓𝒂𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖." *

𖤐 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, (𝐲/𝐧) 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮, 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 (𝐲/𝐧) 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐬

𖤐 * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 *

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

Billy backed into the parking spot and let us all file out of the car, Stu going to lift the trunk.

We had got a good spot, a good distance from the screen, and it was a surprisingly warm night seeing it was mid-September.

Sid set the blanket down in the trunk and Tate hopped in, Stu doing the same.

"Alright, who's getting snacks this time?" Billy asked, getting out the driver's side and shutting the door.

"Not it!" Stu called, touching his nose. Tate, Sid, Billy, and I followed, leaving Randy last.

"Aw, that is bullshit," Randy grumbled, throwing his hands in the air. Our rule was whoever went to go get the snacks, had to pay for all of them as well.

"Relax, Ray. I'll come with you," I smiled, throwing my arm over his shoulder. "We can split it."

Randy smiled back. "Thanks, (y/n/n)."

I smirked. "No problem."

"Hey! Can you two quit eye-fucking and get the snacks? The movie's about to start!" Stu asked, Tate smacking him in the chest.

"Sorry, that's not 'til later," I corrected as I grabbed Randy's hand, him turning into a beet.

"You better be joking," Billy warned from his spot in the trunk, giving Randy a dangerous look

"You wish," I chuckled.

Randy gaped and I starting us off between the cars as Billy's angry expression grew.

"Goddamn it, (y/n/n)!" Billy shouted at us from behind, letting go of Sid and jumping out the trunk.

I laughed at his reaction and picked up speed, the two of us now running away from an angry Billy.

𝒔 𝒄 𝒓 𝒆 𝒂 𝒎

Even though we ran there, the line to the stand was still long as hell. We were definitely gonna be there for a while.

"Hey, did you, uh, did you mean what you said back there?" Randy panted, trying to catch his breath.

I decided to take this as an opportunity.

"That depends," I started, smirking. "Do you want me to?"

The tips of his ears suddenly turned beet red and whatever he was about to say, died in his throat.

"Well, I mean...I just wanted," he stuttered, trying to shift the conversation. "You, uh, you realize you're still holding my hand?"

I looked down and saw our fingers were still interlocked.

"Yeah. Why? You want me to let go?" I asked, a suggestive smile growing on my face as I got closer to him, looking up with doe eyes.

He swallowed thickly and he let out a shaky exhale, blush spreading from his ears to his cheeks.

"Relax, Ray! I was just messing with you. You look like you're gonna explode," I laughed, flashing him a smile.

"I can let go if you wan-." "No," Randy quickly stopped me, slightly tightening his hand around mine.

I cocked an eyebrow and looked back up at him, most of his blush gone. "You can keep it there."

My own blush started to grow and I was about to say something else when I realized:

I forgot my wallet in the car.

"Shit, I forgot my wallet," I scolded myself, letting go of his hand. "Gimme a sec. I'll be right back."

I was about to walk off when he grabbed my arm. "It's fine. I can pay for it. I don't want you going by yourself."

I smiled at his concern.

"No, it's alright. I promised to split it with you. It'll take two seconds. Save my spot for me," I assured, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

He gave me a goofy, dazed smile and I playfully rolled my eyes before turning around and walking off.

𝒔 𝒄 𝒓 𝒆 𝒂 𝒎

'Fuck. Didn't I just pass that car?'

The place was now packed, cars as far as the eye can see, and because I went to the wrong row, I was now completely lost.

I went up to this Toyota Corolla and saw a group of guys sitting in the trunk, drinking beers and talking.

"Hey," I started, rubbing the back of my neck. "Do you guys know where row D is?"

"Oh, yeah, baby. I can show you the D anytime," one of them smirked, making the thrusting gesture.

His friends roared with laughter and I rolled my eyes, walking away. "Pigs."

I walked down a few cars before going up to a couple, only they were too busy sucking face to pay me any mind.

I groaned.

'This would be just my fucking luck. I hope Randy knows I'm okay.'

Just then, my cellular rang. I jumped but forced myself to calm down.

'It's probably just Randy asking where I am.'

I pulled it out my flannel pocket and answered.

"Sorry, Randy. I kinda got lost. No one'll tell me where our row is," I sheepishly apologized.

"Lovely night for a movie. Wouldn't you say, (y/n)?" that fucking deep voice teased. My eyes bugged out and I almost dropped the phone.

"What the fuck do you want from me?! Why are you following me?!" I shouted into the phone, earning some concerned looks from the people around me. "If you want to kill me just come out and do it!"

"But this is so much more fun. Seeing you shake in fear is the highlight of my day. Nice flannel by the way," he answered simply. I snapped my head around, trying to see if I could find him.

He could see me.

I took a deep breath for continuing. My anger was fanning his flames. If I wanted to gain control, I had to keep my cool.

"What's your endgame, huh? What's the goal?" I started, slowly walking down the row.

"You've got two teens dead, one clueless police force, and a whole town of victims to choose from. Sounds like you've got the makings to be one of the big boys. Manson, Bundy, OJ."

"Oh, you flatter me too much, (y/n). But, I don't aim that high. You're getting warmer, though. I do have a goal, a wish rather," the killer played along.

"Oh, yeah?" I scoffed, amused. "What?"

"To see the light leave your eyes as I slit your pretty little throat."

In that moment, it felt like all the air in the world had been sucked out, my throat going dry and voice hoarse as the realization really sunk in.

'This guy wants me dead.'

"What's wrong, (y/n)? Cat got your tongue?"

'Get. The. Fuck. Outta. Here.'

Without saying anything, I hung up the phone and threw it away, sprinting back the way I came as fast as I could.

"Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop," I muttered to myself. Ironically, the chase scene in the movie was happening at the exact same time and the music sting in the background was making the situation 10x worse.

I turned my head to see if he was following me, but I didn't see anyone....that is, until I bumped into someone in front of me.

"Oh, I'm so sorr-." I noticed that the person was wearing some black cloak, and as I slowly looked up, my eyes landed on his trademark Ghostface mask just as Nancy screamed.

"Oh, shit!" I shouted as he whipped out his knife. I was in shock, and paid for it with a slash in the leg.

'SHIT!'

I socked him in the face and he fell to the ground, so I turned around and slid in between a pickup and a SUV.

People around me were definitely watching, but I think they thought it was a joke because they weren't doing shit.

I limped as fast as I could, sliding in between cars to try and lose him. He was still on my tail, and closing in fast.

I slid between another set of cars and found an empty, open trunk right next to them, so I took my chances.

I jumped in and frantically covered myself with the blankets and pillows that were in there. I heard the killer run past and I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding.

'Go to the drive-in, they said. It'll be fun, they said. Safety in numbers, they said.'

I waited for a moment, just to be sure the killer was gone, when I noticed I was sitting in a pool of something sticky. I slightly lifted my hand to try and see, but it was too dark, but it smelled incredibly metallic.

'Don't tell me...'

I threw the blanket off of me, only to see this couple with their throats slit in the corner, their blood coating the entire floor of the trunk. I screamed but quickly covered my mouth, realizing the killer's plan.

He wanted me to scream. Then he'd know where I was and come to slash my ass.

'I gotta get the fuck outta here.'

I hopped out the trunk and I ran as fast as I could, despite my messed up leg. If my theory was right, I had to leave the area as soon as fucking possible

I slid into another row and snapped my head around at the sound of a twig snapping. I glared at the sound and slowly backed up.

'If I live through tonight, I gotta get a fucking switchblade.'

"(y/n/n)!" Randy exclaimed as I backed into him.

I screamed as I turned around but he covered my mouth, shushing my mouth.

"I've been looking for you everywhere! Where the hell have you been?! You were gone for like 30 minutes. I started to get worried-wait...what the fuck happened to your leg?! And why the fuck are you covered in blood?!"

I burst into tears at the sight of him.

"Randy! The killer's here....an' he cut my leg....an' I ran....an' hid in a trunk....but he killed the people in the car.....an' I don't know where he is right now! I don't wanna die tonight, Ray! I don't wanna die," I cried into his chest, sniffling in between.

"You're not, okay? I'm not gonna let him hurt you," he assured, wrapping his arms around me. "Here, gimme your flannel."

I took it off and handed it to him, and he ripped off the sleeve, tying it around my leg, tight.

"Makes sure this keeps pressure. We're not too far from the car."

He scooped me up in his arms, bridal style, and starting running us down the row.

𝒔 𝒄 𝒓 𝒆 𝒂 𝒎

When we got back to the car, Tate and Stu had their tongues down each other's throats, and Billy and Sid were fast asleep.

"Let's go! We gotta get the fuck outta here!" Randy exclaimed, running up to them with me still in his arms.

"Huh? Whoa-(y/n/n)! What the fuck happened?!!" Billy quickly woke up, Sidney being startled awake by his shouting.

"(y/n)? Why are you covered in blood?!" Tatum exclaimed, pulling away from Stu at the sight.

"We don't have time to talk! The killer's here and he's after (y/n/n). So we gotta get the fuck out!" Randy stated, plopping me in the backseat and sitting right next to me.

Billy practically threw Sid in the back, Stu doing the same, and the two hopped in the two front seats.

"Police station or hospital?" Stu asked, shoving the keys in the ignition.

"Hospital. Fucker cut me deep," I panted, the adrenaline wearing off and the pain sinking in.

"Never a dull fucking moment with you, is there?" Billy sarcastically sighed as Stu peeled out the place, speeding to the nearest hospital.

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#horror #slasher #randy meeks #randy meeks x reader #randy x reader #meeks x reader #scream #scream x reader

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cantsaythetword · 8 months

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Hi! Idk if your still doing fics but can you do a stucky tickle fic about Steve being grumpy and bucky cheering him up and then Steve tickled bucky for revenge and Peter is just watching the whole thing? Thank you so much if you do!

Hi! Sorry this took so long to get to! Love me a good stucky prompt hehehe :D Thanks for being patient for it, hope the fic is alright!!

Every Hero has an Achilles Heel

~A/N - I'll be honest, this fic is a litttttle self-indulgent cause it's based off of a super lee-ass thought my brain came up with so enjoy my delirious inventions of an exhausted crow.

As usual, this fic is set pre - Infinity War/Endgame cause otherwise characters are missing etc. so it's very early Peter Parker :)

A very cute prompt from w1nt37 coming right up!

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @mysterious-marvel

Masterpost Link

"Mr Barnes?"

A small voice broke Bucky out of his concentrated state. He had been working on upgrading his arm for who knows how long at this point, and to be honest he probably needed a break.

Bucky turned towards the voice - Peter's, of course - and gave him a smile. "Hey kid, what's up?"

Peter let out the breath he had been holding since asking for Bucky's attention. "It's Mr Rogers, he seems a bit… annoyed? Or upset, maybe…"

Bucky nodded, offering the reassurance and encouragement that Peter obviously needed. God, it seemed like no matter how many missions the kid did with them he would never relax.

"And I just thought… I figured you were probably the best person to tell… to see if you could help?"

"Yeah of course." Bucky grinned as he stood from his workbench and started walking towards the door. "I've handled a cranky Steve before I know just what'll fix him."

Peter half-jogged through the halls to keep himself beside Bucky. "I didn't mean he was grumpy, like he didn't do anything bad or anything I jus-"

"Relax, kid." Bucky chuckled. "Whatever Steve's feeling, I'll sort it."

The pair entered the main living room, finding Steve sitting on a barstool hunched over the bench. His eyes were closed, but it was obvious he wasn't sleeping.

"Hey punk." Bucky taunted playfully. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." Steve said, feinting honesty but his tone was too flat to pull it off.

Bucky flopped down into a stool next to his friend, leaning an elbow on the countertop. "You know, I remember a stretching routine that used to fix you up every time you felt grumpy."

Steve let out an amused huff. "Really Buck? Yoga?"

"What?" Bucky grinned. "Old people love yoga, don't knock it 'til you try it Grandpa."

That got a legitimate chuckle from Steve. "Wow, your way to cheer me up is through insults?"

"It'll have to be unless you stand up."

With a roll of his eyes, Steve pushed off the stool and took a few steps back for space. "Better?"

Bucky nodded, "it'll do," before standing up himself and moving next to his friend. "Now, raise your arms straight out in front of you, as far as they go."

As Steve followed the instruction, Bucky flashed a wink at Peter (who had been half-hiding in the corner of the room for the whole exchange).

"Now," Bucky continued, "move your hands out to either side, keeping your arms nice and straight."

"Bucky this is stupid, I'm-"

"Nononono you're almost done I swear!" Bucky interjected, not allowing Steve to finsh his complaint. "Put your hands on your head and try to pull your elbows back so they touch."

As Steve did this, Bucky slowly crept behind the ex-soldier - hands already in a claw shape.

"You know Buck, this actually does streEHETCH NO BUCKY!" Steve tried to say before interrupting himself with a shriek.

Bucky had wrapped his arms around his friend in an inescapable tickle-hug. His hands free to claw and vibrate up and down Steve's ribcage while his arms did the hard work of keeping the now-collapsed supersoldier somewhat upright.

Poor Steve's knees had buckled the second Bucky's fingers made contact, and he had immediately curled in on himself like an armadillo to try and protect his poor ribs.

But his attacker had almost limitess access to any and all of the sensitive spots on the sides of his body, and Bucky defintely had plans to use them all. As Bucky worked his left hand up into Steve's armpit, and his right down to Steve's hip bone, Peter couldn't keep a straight face any longer.

"Captain America's ticklish?" He giggled out.

'NOHOHO!" Steve squealed in response.

It was Bucky's turn to roll his eyes. "In case you could't tell, Steve's lying through his teeth."

Peter nodded with a laugh.

"YEAH WEHEHELL-" Steve spluttered out through desperate shrieks. "YOU KNOHOHOW- YOU KNOW WHOHOHO EHEHEHE- BUHUCKY PLEHEHEASE!"

"Take your time buddy." Bucky teased, continuing his ruthless attack on Steve's nervous system.

"BUHUCKY'S TIHICKLISH TOHOHOO!!"

"Don't you dare." Bucky froze for a moment.

Bad move.

Taking his opportunity without a second thought, Steve twisted out of Bucky's grasp and shoved his hands under Bucky's arms. Bucky absolutely squealed as cackles bubbled out of his mouth.

Peter stared, mouth agape in shock.

"STEHEHEVE WAHAHAIT!" Bucky begged as he was hoisted over Cap's shoulder, the backs of his thighs being ruthlessly squeezed.

"Looks like I'm not the only ticklish supersoldier around here." Steve grinned, practically throwing Bucky onto the couch next to Peter and letting his fingers skitter along Bucky's collarbones.

"STOHOP IT YOU JEHERK!"

Peter laughed. "Is every super hero ticklish?"

Steve paused for a minute to let Bucky catch his breath. "It seems like it." He said with a small laugh.

Bucky grinned from under his friend. "But we could always check…"

It only took the pair exchanging a playful glance for Peter to put two and two together. Unfortunately, Peter barely had time to squeal before the two super soldiers tackled him.

The poor kid was screwed before he even hit the floor.

#fic #mine #ask #stucky tickle fic #peter is also there lmao #also someone remind me to repost this on AO3 tomorrow or something lol #and to add it to my masterpost

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"Get Weird" by Little Mix Sentence Starters

BLACK MAGIC

"Is your lover playing on your side?"

"Says he/she/they love(s) you, but he/she/they ain't got time."

"Come and get it while you've still got time."

"I'll make you fall in love."

"For a spell that can't be broken, one drop should be enough."

"You belong to me."

"One taste and you'll be mine."

"It's a spell that can't be broken, it'll keep you up all night."

LOVE ME LIKE YOU

"He/she/they can't buy my love."

"It's you I'm dreaming of."

"Come and save me."

"Don't need those other numbers when I got my number one."

"They can't love me like you."

"I tried to find somebody new."

"They ain't got a clue, they can't love me like you."

"You were pouring out your love, I could never get enough."

WEIRD PEOPLE

"Ain't no uptight sucker gonna tell me how to live my life."

"We're just doing what we came to do."

"Don't let them other suckers hate on you."

"It don't matter who you are, you can be who you wanna be."

SECRET LOVE SONG

"I wish that it could be like that."

"Why can't it be like that?"

"I'm yours."

"We keep behind closed doors."

"Every time I see you, I die a little more."

"It'll never be enough."

"It's obvious you're meant for me."

"Every piece of you, it just fits perfectly."

"I'm in so deep."

"We got a love that is hopeless."

"Why can't you hold me in the street?"

"Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?"

"Does it feel the same?"

"Would you play it safe and stay?"

"I don't wanna hide us away."

"I'm living for that day, someday."

"Why can't I say that I'm in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops."

"Wish we could be like that."

HAIR

"I've had enough, can't take it no longer."

"I'm over him/her/them, I swear."

"He was just a dick, and I knew it."

"I tried everything, but it's useless."

"Make him/her/them disappear."

"Now I feel brand new."

"We're going out, ain't got no worries."

"Now it just seems so funny."

GROWN

"Why now you tryna get a hold of me?"

"We never even spoke, so what makes you think you know me?"

"It's funny how the tables turn."

"What you think ain't my concern."

"You blew it, baby, years ago."

"Don't you know that I can hold my own?"

"You played me, but now you're tryna holla me."

"You're washed up and now I'm in a different league."

"You're trying way too hard and I don't need your flattery."

"You didn't want me."

I LOVE YOU

"You've still got that power hanging over me."

"It's always over, but still happening."

"I just wanna scream out 'til my voice breaks."

"Don't know how I'm still breathing."

"Even though it's broken, I love you anyway."

"I just wanna know how I can save me."

"This life don't feel like you."

"There's nothing left but these 'I love you's'."

OMG

"I don't even know how I did that."

"I don't even know why they fall like dominoes."

"I broke his/her/their heart, it keeps happening."

"I don't know why they always fall for me."

"Maybe I'm superstitious."

"I wanna break this curse."

"I think I did it again."

"Don't come crying when I say it's the end."

"I'm ringing the alarm, you better run."

LIGHTNING

"I'd cross a desert and an ocean to get away from the pain of your storm."

"I've been running from your shadow."

"This love's tearing me apart."

"I've been running like the light from the dark."

"I wish I didn't love you again."

"I wish I didn't love you, but I do."

"Those eyes, one look and I'm enchanted."

"Your voice, a serenade, and it sings to my heart."

"One kiss turned the skies grey."

"I'll never get away, no shelter from the rain."

A.D.I.D.A.S.

"They say that it's overrated, well, they ain't doing it right."

"All day I dream about you."

"You're gonna get it tonight."

LOVE ME OR LEAVE ME

"You used to tell me that you loved me once. What happened?"

"Where is all of this coming from?"

"You're lying and you know I know."

"What have we become?"

"We used to never go to bed angry, but it's all we ever do lately."

"Do you hate me?"

"You can take this heart, heal it or break it all apart."

"This isn't fair."

"Love me or leave me here."

"Do you remember when you loved me once?"

"I could still be the only one you need."

"I could still be that place where you run instead of the one that you're running from."

THE END

"I can't keep breaking up with you."

"You messed with my heart, now it's black and blue."

"Love isn't fair."

"I swear that this time, this is the end."

"I can't keep lying to myself."

"I keep thinking you'll love me right, but you never will."

"Now I know that I really don't need you."

"You had your fun, now the party's done."

"You can say what you want, but love isn't here anymore."

"I won't be missing you."

"No one can love you the way I used to."

I WON'T

"I got my pride, my self-respect."

"All that I want is to love and just be loved."

"We can do this on our own."

"We have too much to let it fall."

"I won't let anybody tell me no."

"I know that nothing good comes easy."

"I will be strong, I will survive."

"All of the hurt will wash away with the rain."

SECRET LOVE SONG, PT. II

"You and I both have to hide on the outside, where I can't be yours and you can't be mine."

"I don't wanna live love this way."

"I don't wanna hide us away."

"I wonder if it ever will change."

CLUED UP

"It don't stop affecting me, the world keeps testing me."

"I'm getting on track with every knock back."

"Just make the best of what you have."

"Sometimes it's sunshine and sometimes it's rain."

"Do you even notice me?"

"How I feel isn't what you see."

"I need control, don't know how to let it go."

"Gotta remember, nothing lasts forever."

THE BEGINNING

"Was all so different once upon a time."

"I know we've come so far, but it's just the beginning."

#rp memes #rp starters #rp prompts #rp lyric meme #lyric prompts #lyric starters #sentence starters #roleplay prompts #roleplay starters #not the old me. 2.0 me. no it's all of meme combined (ask meme)#when there was me and queue (queue)

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"These will be more personal questions, and possibly upsetting."

"Oh-kay?"

"When you die, are you frightened?"

"... No. Haven't had a good reason to be. There's places where I would be, but I haven't been."

"Is it painful?"

"Sometimes. I'm pretty good about dying fast, so not often. Surviving to flee hurts, though. Poor Sunny'll about cry if I do it too much, pretty sure she'd rather repair a corpse than heal a bullet wound that didn't kill me. Don't really blame her, they get pretty ugly. Crucible was hard on both of us for a while, but I'm pretty good at running before my shields break, these days."

"Is there a preferred or most hated death?"

"Ummm. If I've just really gotta die -- I don't like it. Even if it's not painful or scary, it's inconvenient-- but if I've really gotta pick the best and worst, it's Drop Pods and getting sniped by psions."

"You flatter us. Why?"

"Drop Pods are so fast they feel more like teleporting than dying. Psion snipers-- there's a few others that do this, but the psions came to mind because of you, I guess-- but so, the ones with the right firepower, I guess they're LFRs , they open whatever they shoot on the first hit. Sometimes it'll take them two, but they bust shield and plate and hit flesh before I can even register I've been shot, too busy reeling and confused, much less can I tell where it came from. Opens my helmet, ruins my visual feed, fucks with my hearing; clears armor off a chunk, at the very least a deep bruise; cripples or takes off a limb. They never kill me outright, though, so it's only going to damage and hurt. A lot. If I move fast enough, can get my barricade up-- and I have to start that as soon as I hear the charge up, I can't wait 'til I've been hit--and they're gonna hit me while I'm doing it-- I can save my ass and Sunny can heal me up before I try to run. Odds are decent that they'll pop me again before I can escape or chase me out of cover and into their allies. Prefer they get me than allies."

"How visceral."

"What's that mean?"

"It means the way you're talking about it makes it easy to imagine."

"Oh. So, yeah, I hate those things. They take juuuuuust long enough to kill me to be particularly memorable, and they're some of the hardest to escape and kill back with any kind of plain reaction-- gotta aim, they usually have friends a lot closer, and just... Yeah."

"Are you ever frightened on the battlefield?"

"... Of what? Consequences of loss, sometimes? Stakes aren't always high, but they get that way."

"Does dying frequently affect your mood?"

"... I get pretty angry after a minute. I'm usually trying to get something done, some loot or clearing somewhere important to Vanguard or civilians, and having to start over or start and stop, any time I can't get a job done when I wanted to, I get. Uh. Mean. And angry."

"It's okay. By the time she's lashing out at me, she's throwing herself into death head first over and over and I can just listen to her scream without having to hit back."

"Oh-ho!"

"Did you just make her laugh?"

"Shh."

"Hmph! Are you concerned for the lives and physical well-being of your Guardian friends?"

"Yeah to an extent. Rise hates being shot. And she's better at helping me up than I am at helping her up, so it's better for her to live than me. It's generally best to keep as many alive and healthy as possible just for the backup."

"What would you say was the worst death you can recall?"

"Woof...."

"I think that one--"

"I'm fine. It bothers Sunny more than me, because of when it happened but I was weak and reloading and a pair of Taken Knights rushed me, screaming fire all over. My shields were hardly up in the first place so it sank in quick and took way too long to kill me. And my own fire made it worse, trying to save me."

"I take it this is the advent featuring the shell with whiskers?"

"Yep. Sank deep. Hurt. Worth it! It's perfect and there's at least ten shaders that fit her look and even more that just look good. You've seen the bouncing and bobbing, we should have named her Bunny. Only thing she really asked me for, and I got it."

"Hmph. Is this pride common in Guardians?"

"I dunno? Probably?"

"Do you feel fear at all?"

"Yeah, but I'm not sure why, half the time? And I have a phobia that you will hear nothing more about."

"I already snitched. She defended you."

"I'm still not talking about it."

"Truly?"

"I-- no. Nope. Nope, don't wanna, even if I could, and I can't 'cos my mouth is doing a thing."

"Ha!"

"I know, right? What's it gonna do, kill me?"

"The methane would have."

"True. But nope. Just can't and don't wanna. How about you?"

"..."

"Sorry. Nerves."

"Forgiven. Do I frighten you?"

"Uh... I think the word is intimidating? Imposing? You being in a room makes me want to be smaller."

"I will accept this. Do you fear pain?"

"I mean... Yeah? Certain kinds and levels, I guess, getting shot hurts a lot, but I hardly think about that anymore? It's... No. I don't. I should and I don't. I didn't wanna tell you that but Sunny just 'matted out of my pocket to drive her little eyeball into my visual, and I'm pretty sure that shell is strong enough to beat some dents in."

"Your Ghost intimidates you?"

"I have to live with her. Whole other kind of damage, trauma, and fear."

"She says as though she's not the one that lashes out inappropriately."

"You knock stuff over when you're grumpy, and push stuff off the fridge."

"Freija!"

"You snitched on my thing!"

"Sunny has a temper?"

"Caiatl!"

"I'm not gonna tell you it's worse than mine, but when I piss her off, she punishes me by talking over my head, refusing to help in combat. When we're all but in love, she'll put a requested gun in my hands, but when she's mad at me, she'll put it on the ground nearby. Steps away nearby."

"Can't believe this..."

"Gives me the silent treatment and vague visual cues. The first one that goes is coordinates-- she makes me punch in my own autopilot settings and coordinates. First clue, a thing she does when she's upset and my first chance to apologize, she has a nook on the fridge she runs to. I don't blame her, I am an absolute ass sometimes."

"sometimes!"

"Do Ghosts often "punish" their Guardians?"

"Rex is fuckin' mean. Sorry."

"You also know this Rex."

"Him and his Guardian live with us. Or I live with them. They make me feel bad, won't even be in the same room most of the time, but they're not the worst. I've heard about a hundred year silence, before. One that left hers down, that's probably the worst. I've heard a lot but I don't know how true any of them are. Comfortable guessing the Ghost is at least sometimes in the right."

"Hmph! Would Sunny leave you 'down'?"

"I won't say no, but I will say that if she ever does, I trust that judgement. Whatever I've done, whatever's gone wrong, it'll be for the best."

"Hmph! This is enough. I thank you for your time and honesty, Guardian."

"You're welcome...?"

"Freija...."

"It feels weird to say!"

"Try!"

"She's laughing again, relax."

"She's laughing because she thinks it's funny that I have to beg you to stop being a smartass at the leader of a multigalactic militaristic empire that blows up suns and has the technology to disrupt us!"

"I'm a kinderguardian with a popgun on a private comm channel septillion clicks away. I've also happened to be around for some really shitty days in the last couple years. She doesn't have to hold stature and I'm powerless. She likes that part, that's why she gets to ask all the questions she isn't allowed to ask Zavala no matter how friendly they get."

"That doesn't mean you can be rude!"

"It still feels weird to say!"

"I would allow something more natural if that is what the Guardian would prefer."

"Don't encourage her!"

"Now who's mouthing off the Empress of a multigalactic legion? No problem! Happy to help."

Hard Questions

New Angle

Honest

Radio Chat

Scripted Questions

Battlefield

Fear <-

Enlightening

More like Interrogation

(In)humanity

Underlying

Ghost Affection

@annieruok94 there's multiple again, I'm gonna do links.

#destiny 2 #d2 #ocs #writing #freija #scribble #sunny #caiatl #empress caiatl

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onippep · 1 year

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Let it Happen

The big Five-O, Peppi...ha! Don't you worry, I'll catch up to you soon!

Believe me, you don't want to. I walked up some stairs the other day and thought my joints were going to lock up.

[Laughs] Ah come on, I'm sure it isn't all bad! Just look at you! You don't look a day over 35.

Wait til you can see the white hairs.

You're alright, Peppi, honestly. You've been doing well for your age. I know it's a big number, but think of it this way! You're in a much better spot than you were a year ago! Several months, even!

Strange how fast stuff can change.

Yeah.

It's... been hard, either way, but yeah, a little easier. Especially with him.

Onippep?

[nods]

He's been a blessing for you. I hope I can continue to help you out wherever I can, but I think that frog's been doing a lot of the heavy lifting.

Super heavy.

But look at it. Does it look exhausted at all? No. That's passion. That's what love is, I think.

Big word.

Hm? Pbffft, no it isn't, bro, it's a simple word! Four letters!

Not what I meant.

Hear me out, though! It doesn't have to be complicated. Me and Brick? We're tight. He's like a sibling to me. First our fists were flying at each-other in that Tower, but now we're watching cartoons together every night and joking about rat and gnome things. I'd say that's love, too! Just in a different way.

...

Just-- point is, don't let more complicated definitions keep you from it. You can work for love, but it'll never be a chore. Never a stress. Let it come to you.

You're sayin' all of this as if I have a crush on that thing.

[gives him a look]

... WHAT. DON'T STARE AT ME LIKE THAT.

You're still such a scaredy-cat.

Oooh, awesome thing to say to me on my birthday, Gus! Come on, man. I'm not scared of anything.

Uh-huh.

...

...[snickers] Quit it.

Nuh-uh. You've been clammed up ever since we repaired that window. The tension can be cut with a dull spoon, compagno. [smacks his shoulder]

Whatever! Leave me alone. [chuckling]

It's my job to pester, you damn fruit! [laughs]

D-don't pressure me! I swear it's becoming clearer. Slowly. I just wanna be open to other options while I'm at it.

Anton's not coming back, sweetheart.

[shoves him playfully] YOU HURT ME. You hurt me good. You sure you're not single?

WHY ARE YOU AVOIDING THIS SO MUCH! You're insufferable!

[both laugh]

Back to being real-- I support you in anything you do, Pepp. Just don't overthink it. You're in a better spot now, you can process things. Don't let me set you back.

Yeah. For sure. I've-- been feeling shit I haven't felt in ages, so it's just a little jarring.

Ooh, what, the... [makes a butterfly motion with his hand]

[nods]

[mockingly] OoooooOOOoooo!~

A--OI! AYE! NOT SO LOUD!

Sorry! Sorry. I'm actually thrilled. I think something in you is healing, friend.

Pfft. Cheesy. You think so?

Yeah, absolutely. That doesn't just 'happen'.

...

[gestures]

I--uh. I just. Get super aware of time and everything, so I think that mixes into all of that. Age-wise.

You're middle-aged. You've still got plenty of time.

Easy for you to say, man, all my biological functions are already waning.

It's natural. It doesn't mean anything's ending, man. That happens as soon as we're born.

S-still, I can't help but think about how I've got a bit of a time limit to decide who I wanna be with for the rest of my life.

Sheesh. Easter really screwed you up, didn't it.

[chokes] You fuckin' think?! It's humiliating seeing everyone all married with kids while I'm the fag of the family that hasn't even gotten a date for the last 10 years. I'm such a loser, man.

Aye, easy, brother. You're fine. Look around you. Do you see anyone else across these fields? You're just in a really bad location, with bad circumstances. You're not some lesser man for that. If anything, the world owes you an apology.

That sounds like the most narcissistic thing I've ever heard.

It's got some merit to it. You have to believe me here, Giampaolo, I swear all the gays in town would be all over you if you were closer to the city.

Pffft. Whatever you say.

Next Pride, I'll prove it to you. You gotta come out this year.

I think I've still got my leather around somewhere...

That's the spirit. And who knows, maybe a certain frog can come with you. Enjoy the sights and sounds. Enjoy the You.

[flustered] Fffffuckin'. Whatever. [chuckling] My life's never been really ordinary anyway.

Your first mistake is ever thinking otherwise. My roommate is a giant rat. You suplexed a man with a pizza for a head and destroyed a giant Tower with nothing but your rage.

[sigh] ...yeah. You're right.

Sometimes you gotta let things happen. You'd be surprised.

Yeah. [smiles]

#;snapshots #;pepperoni #;gustavo speaks #;it's a red birthday #f slur cw #;peppino speaks #long post //#enjoy two old gays talking abt shit))#this was rlly nice to write))

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blackhakumen · 1 year

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Mini Fanfic #1085: Luigi Duet Ballet (Super Smash Bros Ultimate x Darkstalkers)

11:55 a.m. at the Local Smash Beach's Boardwalk......

Tifa: (Stretches her Arms Up in the Air as She Let's Out a Loud Yawn While Walking Next to Cloud) ('YAAAAWN')

Cloud: Work last night got you worn out already?

Tifa: ('Sigh') As per usual....I swear, some these people had nothing better to do than to get wasted, yell, and putting another migraine on me and the boys heads....

Cloud: You want me to serve as your bar's bodyguard for a few nights? (Smirks a Little) It'll be free.

Tifa: (Rest her Head onto Cloud's Shoulder) No....I don't want you to get involved in their stupidity. Besides, we already have Barret for the job. (Starts Pouting a Little) Even if he does take it too literal sometimes.....

Cloud: He broken another window?

Tifa: 64th window to be excated. Like, I'm all for kicking out rude drunks as much as the next guy, but would it KILL him to kick them out of the door instead? Those windows cost a fortune to replace!

Cloud: (Chuckles Lightly) I bet. But try to go easy on the big guy. He means well...for the most part.

Tifa: ('Sigh') I know.....And I'm really happy we get to work together again after all these years. I just don't wanna keep buying new windows all the time, you know?

Cloud: Hey, I get it. But you can worry about all of that some other time. This is your day off and you're at the beach of all places. You should take this opportunity to relax and unwind a little.

'Piano Starts Playing.....'

Cloud: ....And enjoy the sound of the piano apparently.

Tifa: Hm. It sounds lovely actually. (Starts Looking For the Source of The Continuous Sound) where it is coming from exactly?

The couple notice a small crowd of people gathered around in the close distance as they made their way in. Once Cloud abd Tifa manage to get in front of the crowd to get a better look, they discovered a black piano, standing in the middle of the circled crowd, is being played by a very familiar flower princess, who is wearing a black, dressed tail coat and leotard.

Daisy: This one.....is for our one and only green bean.....Luigi.

Cloud: Wait, I thought she said couldn't-

Tifa shushes her boyfriend before he could even finish his sentence.

Daisy: Luigi~ You're so cool~ And with our star, we're gonna rule~

Lilith: (Gently Floats Down on the Piano as She Begins to Sing as Well) Ohh Luigi, please understand~ We're gonna love you 'til the very end!~

Daisy: Weegie, Weegie, Weegie, Weegie Weegie~

Lilith: Weegie, Weegie, Weegie, Weegie, Weegie~

Daisy/Lilith: We LOOOOHOOOVE YOOOOHOOU!~

Daisy/Lilith: Weegie, Weegie, Weegie, Weegie, Weegie. Weegie, Weegie, Weegie, Weegie, Weegie, Weegie, WE LOOOOHOOVE YOOOHOOOOOU!~

Daisy: Bowser, King Boo, and Dharkon too.....(Continues Singing with Lilith)

Cloud: (Almost at a Loss For Words) .....What the hell are we looking at right now?

Tifa: Pretty sure it's a duet of some kind.

?????: A duet all about me?

The couple turns to see Luigi and Bowser standing next to them with the green plumber in particular, already has his hands on both of his cheeks while blushing and swaying his hips side to side.

Luigi: Those two shouldn't have~ That's so sweet of them~

Tifa: (Giggles Softly at How Cute Luigi is Acting Right Now) Awww~ You're enjoying the show already, Weeg?~

Luigi: I think so? I mean, I've always liked hearing to Daisy sing sometimes, but I have no idea she would sound THIS amazing!~ And Lili too. They both have voices of angels~

Cloud: I wouldn't go that far really. (Smiles a Bit) But I gotta hand it to them. They don't sound all that bad.

Bowser: (Scoffs While Crossing his Arms Together) Oh please. It's perfectly fine and adorable for those two to they sing a sing about Greenie over here, but every time I do the same for Peach, she and everyone else says it's..... (Moves his Two Fingers Up and Down) "Creppy and Unprofessional of me as the King of all Koopas".

The trio slowly turns their heads to Bowser with deadpinned looks on each of their faces.

Bowser: What? I'm right, aren't I?

Tifa: Bowser, you kidnapped Peach more times than any of us could count. Of course she would find you singing a song about her creepy!

Luigi: ('Sigh') Why couldn't you stop kidnapping her and find someone to date normally like Ludwig did?

Bowser: (Glares at Luigi) Cause I'm evil, Greeni- Wait, Ludwig has a date? (Eyes Begins to Sparkle) My baby boy got himself girl and/or boyfriend?~

Luigi: Yeah. G-Girlfriend actually. Her name is Kumatora, the Princess of Osohe I think?

Cloud: And unlike you, he actually treats her with actual respect and dignity.

Tifa: (Notices Something in the Distance) Awwwww~ And they're already on a date right now~

Bowser: WHERE!?

Tifa points Bowser to Ludwig and Kumatora laughing with one another and holding hands in the distance..

Bowser: (Gasps Before His Eyes Widened in Genuine Shock) My god......You bozos were telling the truth.....

Cloud: (Rolls his Eyes) Nice of you to believe us now, moron........

Bowser: (Tears Starts to Form in his Eyes) My babies.....('Sniff') Why do they have to grow so fast? ('Sniff')

Bowser then takes a deep breath before screaming out......

Bowser: LUDDDDDWIIIIIIGGGG!

Meanwhile at the Mid Distance of the Boardwalk.....

Kumatora: (Turns to See the Source of the Screaming Before Turning Back.to her Boyfriend) Hey, not to alarm you or anything, but it kinda looks like your old man is calling out for ya.

Ludwig: ('Sigh') It's best that we don't pay him any attention. Maybe then he won't notice us being here after a while-

Bowser: (In the Distance) LUDWIG, I KNOW YOU OVER THERE! STOP IGNORING YOUR OWN FATHER!!

Kumatora: (Gives Ludwig a Teasing Smirk on her Face) You were saying?~.

Ludwig: ('Sighs in Defeat') Guess we're facing the music then......(Finally Gives Bowser his Attention) Yes, father!? Is there something the matter!?

Bowser: ARE YOU REALLY DATING THAT PINK HAIRED PRINCESS RIGHT NOW!?

Ludwig: (Stares at his Father a Deadpinned Look in his Eyes Before Sighing Again) Yes, father! We are dating! Her name is Kumatora by the way!

Kumatora: (Happily Waves at Bowser) Pleased to finally meet you. sir!

Bowser: LIKEWISE! LUDWIG, HAVE YOU COMBED YOUR HAIR BEFORE LEAVING THE MANSION!?

Ludwig: Yes, father! I combed it the moment I woke up!

Bowser: DID YOU POLISH THE SPIKES ON YOUR SHELL!? OR THE WHOLE FOR THAT MATTER!?

Ludwig: I....don't see a reason why I should-

Bowser: DO YOU HAVE ANY MONEY ON YOU RIGHT NOW!? I DO NOT WANT MY BABY BOY TO GO ON HIS DATE EMPTY HANDED!

Kumatora: (Trying Her Hardest Not to Burst Out Laughing)

Ludwig: Mother had already given me my allowance last night! Do not worry!

Bowser: Okay, Well.....DID YOU BRUSH YOUR TEETH BEFORE COMING HERE!?

Ludwig: ('Sigh') Yes, father, I've brushed my teeth AND got myself ready for our date! And BEFORE you asked, I've already gotten a pack of gum in my pocket just in case!

Bowser: ARE YOU SURE!?

Ludwig: Yes.

Bowser: POSITIVE!?

Ludwig: Yes!

Bowser: ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY-

Ludwig: I AM SURE!-(Quickly Takes a Deep Breath to Calm Himself Down) Listen, could you PLEASE let us continue our date together in peace right now!? I can assure you that we will be fine!

Kumatora: (Wraps her Arm Around Ludwig's Shoulders) Your Baby Boi is in good hands, sir!~

Ludwig: (Softly Glares at his Girlfriend While Blushing) K-Kuma!

Kumatora: (Turns Back to Ludwig) Gotta convince your father you'll be safe somehow. (Smiles Softly) Besides, you know I'll have your back, right? (Gives Ludwig a Kiss on the Cheek)

Ludwig: (Blush Starts Getting a Little More Redder) L-Likewise.

Bowser: ('SNIFF') OKAY, I'LL LEAVE YOU TWO TO IT THEN! (Tearfully Waves Goodbye to his Son) I LOVE YOU!!!

Ludwig: ('Sigh') Love you too, father......(Turns to Kuma) Shall we get going then?

Kumatora: Ye. (Starts Walking Off With her Boyfriend Next to Her) Your old man's pretty cool for an evil guy.

Ludwig: Glad you're taking a liking to him at least.....

Bowser: (Crying his Eyes Out as He Hugging an Annoyed Cloud Strife) Why does my eight little hellspawns have to grow so fast, huh!? It's not faiiiiiir!~

Cloud: Better question. Would you mind telling me why you're hugging me right now first?

Bowser: Well. ('Sniff') I mean....I didn't bring any tissues here with me, so-

Cloud: (Glares at the King Koopa) If you blow your nose anywhere near my body, I WILL kill you.

Bowser: Okay, okay! I won't blow my nose on you! ('Sniff') Promise!

Tifa: (Gently Pats Bowser's Hand) It's gonna be okay, Bowser. This kind of stuff happens all the time. (Tears Starts Falling Down on her Face) No matter how much it hurts!~ (Starts Hugging Cloud as Well)

Cloud: This is getting us nowhere.....(Turns to the Green Plumber Beside Him) Luigi, could help me convince these two to stop crying already?

Luigi turns to Cloud with a teary look in his eyes much to Cloud dismay.

Cloud: Oh no.

Daisy/Lilith: WE LOOOOOOVE YOU, SWEETIE!~

Luigi: ('Sniff') (Joins in on the Cloud Hugfest) They love meeeeeee!~

Cloud: ('Sighs in Defeat') So much for relaxation.

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seraph-writes · 2 years

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shakes u around like a snowglobe /aff

You already know I’m here for that Rendog Content <3

Headcanons for first time?? With a bit of knotting!! as a treat!!

- 🪶 Anon

❝ RENDOG FIRST TIME HEADCANONS ❞

Hello feather anon beloved <3 Ren content you want then you shall get! Sorry for any spelling mistakes PFFF, we're a little all over the place rn.

Includes: Knots, Marking, Slight Breeding Kink, slight implications of petplay?

• As soon as he'd find out this was going to be your first time? Oh the man would be so respectful, he'd make sure there was a safe word between the two of you if he ever got too much, he'd absolutely go over boundries with you too, he wants to make your first time as enjoyable and good as possible, he will keep a mental list of things you like, things you don't like ect. Puppy just wants to put your comfort first.

• Of course! he is absolutely flattered and honoured that you want your first time to be with him! His tail is wagging like mad, and he is making it his mission to make you feel SO good. He's gonna make sure this is gonna be all you think about, until your legs are able to walk again.

• Of course, Ren being a werewolf he absolutely wants to mark you up. wherever you're comfortable with he's gonna leave gentle (or hard if you'd like) bitemarks and hickeys, He'll absolutely leave some on your thighs, the feeling of you squirming as he bites the more sensitive areas is heaven for his ears and eyes, just knowing he's completely undoing you just by marking you as his drives him wild.

• You bet he's got one hell of a knot, of course he'll be gentle at first since this is your first time, but let him and he'll show no mercy in thrusting into you and filling you up to the brim, growling and keeping you close to him so you can take every inch of him and he can make sure you're all filled up all nice and pretty just for him. Just knowing you're able to take him so pretty with such pretty moans coming out of you is the highlight of his day. Be ready to stay for a long while, not only does he have stamina like no tomorrow but it'll take a while for him to calm down and be able to let you get free of his knot.

• Again, your first time is important to him, so expect him to constantly ask you if you're okay, if you need anything or if you'd like to take a break. He knows he can sometimes get too into it and your feelings matter to him.

• If you're nervous about everything? he'll make sure to make it a little goofy, he'd crack a few jokes here and there, anything at all to ease your nerves, he'll take it soft and gentle, anything to make sure you're okay and don't need to be nervous.

• The aftercare KING, anything you want to feel less sore and he will get it done, massages? yes right away! Food? coming right up! a bath? Consider it done! Cuddles! Aye aye ! He'll never leave you hurt or sore, if he bites too hard for your liking or in general then he'll happily play doctor and make sure it heals quick and helps you make it feel better.

• If you want to take a bit of control during your first time if you're that kinda person, give him head, Ren will absolutely melt. He'll be whining and squirming in seconds, he'd almost be drooling at the feeling, ready to do whatever you want. You want him to be on his knees for you? Want him to call you a certain nickname? well this is your ticket to that, Ren adores giving, but him receiving anything in return? Oh he's putty in your hands, call him a good boy or a good puppy and it's over, he's at your beck and call.

• Ren is a very open-minded person, he'd be down to try whatever it is you want too for your first time, he believes the whole "Don't knock it til you try it" saying, he's happy as long as you're happy, whatever you want then he'll try his best to please, he's the ultimate package, he can be whatever kind of top of sub you want, and he'll happily oblige.

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raevenlywrites · 2 years

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Hello! I feel like your an older sibling figure so I hope you don't mind if I ask for advice.

I am an overly sensitive person and conflict avoidant. If somebody talks in a rude tone to me I get upset and it gets stuck in my brain but I don't dare to confront them because my voice is small and I stumble over words and if I say how I feel I get emotional, so I'm scared to cry in front of them over the tiniest single incident. I try to just tell myself some people are just rude and its not my fault so I should just let it go but I can't seem to do it. It's like my brain takes it and makes it deeper and worse than it actually was. Is there something wrong with me? Or am I just one of those weak overly sensitive types?

Sometimes I wish I could stop caring and I wish I had a grumpy face so people wouldn't even talk to me

Hey Nonny,

You are definitely not alone in this feeling. While I've not been professionally diagnosed to say for sure, a lot of how I feel this way makes sense as something called Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria. It's common in folks with ADHD, where the emotional reaction feels extreme compared to the thing that caused it. It's like a switch, where it's either on or off, no middle ground. So you either don't care about what's happening, or it's emotionally devastating. There's no way I know of to treat it, but just knowing "oh hey, these feelings are falsely inflated due to my brain chemistry, I don't actually feel THIS STRONGLY about it it just seems that way because of RSD, it'll pass" really really helps. It still feels awful, but it gives me some mental distance to not be as attached to the feelings. It makes them less personal, and I can just kinda hold on to the life raft of "it's just RSD," til it ebbs. These episodes used to last for HOURS as I'd keep turning over and over what was wrong with me. Now, they last 10-20 mins as the brain chemistry does it's thing and when it's over I can move on with my day.

Another thing that might be at work is your brain trying to dump that extra emotion juice via your tears. It sucks, cause no one likes to feel like a crybaby, but purging those extra chemicals in your tears will make you feel better. I can't re-write society to have a better viewpoint on crying as acceptable, but I can at least coach myself that it's my brain trying to help, and that makes it easier to ride it out too. Ive stopped trying to fight my tears when I feel that emotional swell, excuse myself to a bathroom as soon as I'm able, and go cry it out. It's easier to stay level headed after that. Like my brain has a cool down period on tears :P

My last bit of advice is to pick your battles. I also avoid confrontation like it will literally kill me, so what I'm learning to do is "confront" my friends, folks I know will accept my boundaries when I state them. It's easier to practice that in a safe space, and it helps build the skills to do it in a more hostile conflict. I get sick to my stomach just thinking about asking my friends to give me what I need, but the positive feedback of having them listen and do what I've asked is building on itself. It's a work in progress, but I'm very grateful for the space to practice, as conflict was never something handled with grace in my house growing up.

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elliot-needs-sleep · 1 year

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Fandom: MHA

Summary: Izuku Midoriya never knew his father, and his mom never had a chance to tell him before she died in a villain attack when he was a boy.

So when he gets adopted by his best friend's parents, he doesn't think much of it until ten months before the UA Entrance Exam when his quirk magically manifests as he's trying to protect his brother.

Watch as my terrible writing and fandom fueled madness get Izuku stuck in a lot of weird conflicts as he tries to be the best hero, and makes friends along the way!

(Aka I dislike posting on ao3 and maybe I'll actually FINISH THIS DAMN STORY if I post it here)

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Chapter 1: Since When Did I Have a Quirk?!

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I walk the long way home from the school, having ditched Kacchan at the school gates to go hang out with his friends, I just wanted to go home.

The wind blows my hair into my face as I walk down the streets, green and yellow mixing in my vision as I try to get it out of my eyes.

It wasn't long til I reached the suburbs outside of Aldera, and I eventually lost focus of where I was heading. I mean, making the same walk every day six days a week does tend to be boring.

I walk under an overpass, humming slightly as I walked, before everything suddenly got cold, and I became uneasy.

I'm almost out of the tunnel when I hear a weird noise behind me, like a sloshing sound, and I make the worst mistake and turn.

Rising from the ground, soon towering over me, was a villain. He seemed to be made of sludge almost, eyes and a mouth being the only features I could see.

I took a step back, ready to run, when he spoke, and I knew I was in trouble.

"You'll make a perfect skin suit for me to hide in, kid!" The villain says from in front of me, and I try to turn tail and run.

I don't even make it three steps before I'm caught, or enveloped, the sludge invading my mouth and nose, making it impossible to breathe, let alone scream for help.

"Don't worry, I'm just taking over your body," The gruff voice starts as I struggle, trying to find purchase on the weird sludge. "It'll be easier for both of us if you don't fight back. It'll only hurt for a minute, you'll feel better soon!"

Fear roots itself in my heart, and the only thought running through my head is 'I don't want to die.'

I fight, trying to break my arms free at the least, if only so I can fight back against the villain trying to use me as a stupid skin suit, but he only laughs at my attempts.

"Grab all you want, my body's made of fluid. Thanks for the help, you're a real hero to me, kid." I struggle harder at the sarcasm in his tone now angry too.

"I didn't know HE was in the city. I've gotta get out of here before he hunts me down." The villain mumbles, and spots start to invade my vision from the lack of oxygen.

I hear a manhole cover hit the roof of the tunnel, and the villain turns. A man is crouched on one knee in front of us.

"Have no fear citizen! Now that I am here, that is!" All Might says, now standing on his feet, and I can feel my panic lessen.

I black out, a dull ache appearing in the back of my skull as the darkness slowly embraces me, and I swear I hear Kacchan's voice.

"Live, or I'll kill you." He says from my subconscious, but I'm too far gone to acknowledge him.

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I wake up on the dirty concrete, the dull ache still in the back of my skull as I sit up from my spot, and All Might kneels in front of me, lightly tapping my face.

"Hey! Wake up! Hey!" I blink slowly, not really comprehending anything yet. Blacking out due to lack of oxygen tends to do that to you.

"Thought we lost you for a minute there!" He laughs loudly, and I shuffle back a bit, now blinking rapidly as I try to piece together what happened.

"Sorry about what happened back there! I didn't mean to get you caught up in my justicing, usual I keep more attention on keeping bystanders safe, but it turns out this city's sewer system is pretty difficult to navigate!" He laughs loudly as he apologizes, and I'm practically star struck. I'm..... I'm talking with All Might?!

"Anyway! You were a big help, thank you! I've captured the evil doer!" He holds up two soda bottles, filled with the liquid of the sludge villain. Kinda gross, really.

"Well, I've gotta get this villain to the police so they can take care of him. Stay out of trouble, see you around!" He waves curtly and starts to stretch.

"Wait!" I call out, scrambling to my feet as I ignore the protest of my limbs. The tall hero turns back around to face me.

"Yes, young civilian?" He asks, warmth in his voice. His eyes are shadowed, and his smile seems eerily wide. But I guess that's just how he looks normally, its just a bit weirder up close.

"Do you think I can become a hero, even without a quirk?" I ask softly, picking my school bag up off of the ground and one of my hero notebooks with it.

There's a short pause, and his answer reassures everything I've ever been taught.

"No, I don't think you can."

He's gone before I can yell, curse, do something to prove that I can, so I just pull out my phone and dial Kacchan's number.

"Hey, izu, the hell are you?" His voice makes me breathe a sigh of relief.

"I took the long way, remember. Where are you? I really need to talk."

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I spot Kacchan's spikey hair on the corner, and I move to wave to him as he makes a motion to kick something.

In the blink of an eye, most of his body is encased in a substance the colour of mud.

The sludge villain. But didn't All Might take care of that?

There's several loud bangs, and small flashes of light coming from the general area that Kacchan's in. He's fighting back.

There's fire now as I try to push through the crowd, Kacchan's work being a serious downfall for the other heros on the scene.

None of the pros that have shown up are helping, and after a minute of absolutely nothing happening, my feet begin to move before I even know what I'm doing.

I fling my bag at the villain with a shout, and something incredibly weird happens before I can realize what's going on.

The shout materializes into a physical object, a barrier, cutting the villain's slime like body in two.

Kacchan wastes no time in blowing up the rest of it, coughing and hacking once he can breathe again, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

We both move back as All Might shows up, once again capturing the villain, and I waste no time bolting straight for Kacchan.

"Kacchan!" I yell, rushing to my brother and pulling him into a tight hug.

His arms wrap themselves around me, twitching slightly from over usage of his quirk.

"Izu.... WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" He yells, pulling away from me and shaking me violently.

"I don't know! I just... Yelled?" A pro runs up to us, moving us back to the other pros on the scene as they put the fire out.

"Young man, I get that this is your brother, but using your quirk in a fight is incredibly irresponsible and illegal." He says.

I nod, and he leaves to help with the destruction as I stand there for a moment before grinning.

"I'm not quirkless! I can be a hero!" The joyful laughter bubbles from my throat before I can stop it, and it earns a proud laugh from the teen beside me.

He wraps me in a hug again, rocking from side to side slowly.

"You're not just a nerd anymore! I'm helping you train it, you got that? We have ten months till the entrance exams for UA, and I'll be damned if you don't get in there with me." I pull away, tears starting to streak their way down my face.

"I'll be happy to fight by your side, Kacchan!"

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After a long lecture and some congratulations from the heroes on scene, we finally made our way back home.

"I can't believe your quirk manifested while you were trying to protect me." Kacchan laughs slightly, hands shoved in his school uniform pockets.

"It's cause your one of the only people who've ever believed in me, besides mom and dad, of course. You've always been the one I'm most terrified of losing." I shrug, blowing a strand of green and yellow hair out of my eyes for the millionth time today alone.

I start explaining what happened on my walk back, what lead up to me calling him to meet up somewhere.

"All Might?! You fucking met him?!" Kacchan shakes my arm, and I nod, remembering the bitter encounter when the Symbol of Peace crushed my dreams just over an hour ago.

"He told me I could never be a hero without a quirk. I was attacked by the the same villain as you were, which means he dropped the ball." I cross my arms, shoving my bag further up my shoulder.

"That son of a..." Kacchan growls, but I only shrug. I'm used to that kind of treatment.

"Let's go home, Izu. Explain to mom and dad that you apparently have a quirk, and then figure out what the fuck we're going to do next, especially if you still have your eyes on U.A." He adds on, and we continue on towards home.

Kacchan was always really good with training and things like that, so I tended to follow what he told me to do anyways. What would be any different?

"All right! Plus, I need to listen to Present Mic's radio show!" I start to run, knowing the show starts in just less then an hour, and we were still a little ways away from home.

"Alright, we'll get you home in time to listen to your favourite hero." Kacchan laughs, easily keeping up with my pace.

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It took awhile to explain to our parents what had happened, and they promised us a proper celebration tomorrow night. Unfortunately, they had already eaten by the time Kacchan and I got back, so I made do with the curry he made us.

Not that I was making do with his food, considering he was a wickedly talented cook on top of everything else he was good at.

Currently, I sit at my desk while he sits on my bed, quietly listening to Present Mic's show.

I sketch designs in the sketchbook in front of me, quietly designing what I wanted my hero costume to look like.

That is, if I can even get into UA...

I pause, humming slightly in discontentment. Katsuki looks up from his phone, an eyebrow raised.

"What's up, baby brother?" He questions, and I playfully glare at him.

"You're just over three months older then me, not a decade." I huff, and he shrugs, smiling slightly.

"It's not my fault that you act like a five year old fanboy, Izu. Now, what's up?" He doesn't miss a single beat, not letting me off the hook.

"That's unfair, you know me too well," I sigh, spinning my chair to the right so I can face him properly. "I'm just thinking of the exam for UA. What if I can't gain control over my quirk? Everyone else has had probably close to a decade, and I only have ten months!" I start to fret, and he raises himself from my mattress and walks over to me.

"Oi, look at me." I stare into his eyes as he continues talking.

"You're an incredibly fast learner, Izu. We have just under a year to work this out, and I know you will. Because you always do." He pulls me into a slight hug before backing off and flopping back down on my mattress.

"Thank you, Kacchan.... I needed that." I smile at him, turning back to my sketchbook and replacing it with a notebook.

"So... My quirk seems to be voice activated, and from what I can tell, the letters of the word form the object.... Like, the barrier was just 'AHHH' because I shouted, not trying to say any specific thing. I think, to avoid it activating randomly and possibly breaking things or hurting someone, I could use sign language cause I already know JSL, but that is a problem for future me because I've only used it once so far..." I mutter, starting to write out details in the notebook, Kacchan listening closely.

"You really need to get a career in analyzing if this whole hero thing doesn't work out," He laughs, and then continues "But if you're going to overthink it, you could start with something simple. Like trying to form barriers."

It wasn't that hard to make ideas of what I could do, considering this is pretty much what I've been doing since I was in elementary school.

"What if we tried making whips? So I can pull objects towards me or pull myself towards things? And then we can work on incorporating it into our workouts!" I start to scribble out a semi detailed plan, or, as detailed as a plan can get when I only know know the bare essentials of a quirk I've only used once in a blind panic.

"You need to focus on the present, Izu. And don't push yourself too far. You still need to get good grades for the next ten months." He reminds, and I nod.

Kacchan stands up again, peering over my shoulder at the scribbled down ideas, barely readable.

"Those are good ideas, nerd." He lightly punches me in the shoulder, and I stick my tongue out at him.

"Says you, mister 'eight o'clock bedtime'." I laugh, and he rolls his eyes, shoving me.

"Oh, shut it." I snicker slightly, shoving him back with my shoulder as he adds a small note to the bottom of the book.

'Keep fighting for who you want to be. I'll always be proud of you.'

"I knew you had a soft spot!" I joke, and he blinks a few times before staring down at me.

"Izu, you've known me for over a decade. What gave it away? Was it me getting suspended several times for protecting you, or was it the saying 'I love you' because you're my brother?" He deadpans, and that makes me laugh.

"Actually, I think it was the you almost getting expelled from Aldera because you threatened a teacher because she was quirkist towards me." His eyes narrow slightly in slight disgust at the memory.

"In my defence, she was a disgusting bitch who didn't deserve to be in our presence. I'm glad mom got her fired." He huffs, crossing his arms as he stands properly.

"Don't forget dad's reaction to finding out! That was one of the only times I've ever heard him yell, and it terrifies me to this day." I shudder, remembering the raw anger in dad's voice as he yelled at the school board for employing her in the first place.

"Yeah, that was kind of scary." Kacchan shrugs, patting me on the back before heading back to collapse on my mattress once more.

"Is your ringtone still me screaming 'Do your fucking best'?" Kacchan questions randomly as I pull out my phone, and to answer his question, I play the ringtone.

Kacchan's loud voice rings through the room, and there's a slight silence before we both burst out laughing.

"Wait... You do realize that you're going to have to register you're quirk before the exams, right?" Kacchan realizes, and I groan, remembering the form and the waiting that he had to go through a few years back.

"That's going to suck." I stand up, walking over to the bed, dragging him off, and taking his spot.

"I mean, yeah, but it's what comes with having a quirk." He shrugs, sitting up from the floor as if I hadn't just shoved him off my bed.

"I'll enjoy every minute." I smile slightly, already accepting the idea of the tedious wait. Not that it would be too long, considering it's not like I'm updating a previously stated quirk, I'm literally starting from scratch.

It meant that I could do what I wanted to do with my life, so why wouldn't I enjoy it?

For the next ten months, I'd have endless exercise and preparation.

Kacchan walked out, saying something about homework needing to be done, so I just lay back in my chair and listen to my favorite hero talk on the radio, enjoying my last true evening of rest.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

#elliotiswriting #mha izuku #mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #izuku midoriya #kind of a crack fic at this point #but I don't care

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