#like oh okay i guess we just. fucking kick off with the devastation of a kingdom

[the1975attheirverybest]

Education

Lesson #2: Friends Help Friends Cum.

A/N: this wasn’t supposed to be posted until next week. But , I think in light of the current state of Twitter, we could all use a reset. So, here you go. warnings: smut.

"Wanna get the fuck outta here?" Matty walked straight up to her in the crowded room, drink in one hand, a blunt in the other.

She all but jumped out of her skin. "Holy shi- hello to you, too!" All this time and self-restraint she'd wasted trying to avoid him, not keep her eyes on his every move or watch his every interaction at the party, not think about his hand between her legs the other night, his voice encouraging her, his touch lighting her up, he has ruined it all in 5 seconds.

"Seriously, this party's kinda depressing. Wanna go someplace else?"

"Did you have somewhere in mind?"

Matty shrugged, "not really. could be out on the front steps for all I care. Just- something about being surrounded by all of this" He waved his armed in no specific shape or direction, "it's just- sad."

she nodded. Matty took her by surprise when he grabbed her hand and led her, confidently, through the crowd. She was devastated. She never imagined herself to be such a cliche. The whole "inexperienced, bumbling idiot catches feelings for the bad boy who occasionally sleeps with her" thing is such a tried and tired trope. And, yet, here she finds herself, sweating through her top because he's holding her hand when he didn't necessarily NEED to. She always thought if she were to make a fool of herself over a boy, she’d at least be original about it. But the truth is that her experience is one she shares with all the women in his phone.

***

"I have to say, I never thought I'd see the day that Matty Healy willingly leaves a party early." She took a sip of the drink he'd brought with him, passing the glass back to him. "I mean, we're literally four feet away, on the stairs, but still."

Matty laughed softly, looking up at the sky and considering her words, as if an answer were written in the nights stars. After a moment's pause, he simply shrugged. "Just trying to grow up, I guess."

"That's-"

"Pathetic ?"

"Hot, actually." the words that left her mouth surprised her. She blushed instantly, internally kicking herself for being so careless with her tongue. If Matty was thrown off, he didn't show it.

"I thought you liked my, umm- wait, what did you always used to call it?"

"Sophisticated dickhead act." she reminded him. It sounded more like condemnation.

"Ah, yes! ‘Sophisticated dickhead.’ that's it."

"You pulled it off beautiful, don't get me wrong. But, doing the difficult thing and being a responsible adult, that's...gonna get you so laid."

They both laughed.

"Speaking of getting laid." Matty quirked an eyebrow, looking at her suggestively. "I'm just the right amount of sad, horny, and stoned. Wanna go somewhere?"

"My place."

***

“Lay down for me?” Matty adjusted the pillows on the bed, fluffing them up so they’d be comfortable for her. She blanked for a moment. Focusing a little too much on the “for me.”

“yes- okay.”

“thanks, Darling.”

Oh, she was so in for it. Desperate for a change of topic, she said the first thing that popped into her head. “So, what’d you have in mind for today?”

Matty giggled. “You make it sound so clinical.”

“well, we’re not exactly, making love or anything.” She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. Matty hesitated for a moment, his brows curled. “No, I guess we’re not- anyway, I, umm, was going to ask you if you like getting head?”

Now, that, was a swift transition. “I- uhh- sorry, what?”

“do you like it when guys go down on you?” He asked, bluntly, yet again.

“I, uhhh. No. Sorry.” She squirmed away in embarrassment. “No, don’t apologize! I’m glad I asked first!”

unprompted, she began to offer up all sorts of explanations. “It’s always boring. Either doesn’t feel pleasurable at all, or feels kinda gross like they’re drooling on me or something. And then there’s that weird feeling of guilt. Like- like, they’re at least trying so I have to be nice about it. I can’t tell them to stop, can I? So- umm…I just end up faking it to get them to quit.”

“Oh, I see.”

“what?” She could see a look on his face that she wasn’t able to read. “Nothing, nothing.”

“Matty, tell me!”

“It- well, it just sounds like these guys didn’t know what they were doing. And- I mean, if we were to do it, I would never make you have to fake it.”

“oh, really? Is that so?” She smiled, mildly intrigued by the idea. “yeah, I mean- this is, like, the wankiest shit I’ve ever said- I don’t mean to mansplain the female orgasm to you- I just- I’ve had great reviews is what I’m saying. But, I don’t wanna push it. If you say you don’t like it, then you don’t like it. We’ll just do something else-“

“no, no. Hold on a minute. I wanna try.”

“you do?”

“yeah, I mean, that’s the point of this-“ she stuttered for a moment, “this sex education course…”

“Is that what we’re calling it, then?” Matty chuckled, making her wonder if he meant anything by this question. Did he want it to be what they’re doing? Did he not? “Alright, let’s give it a try. But if you feel uncomfortable or change your mind at any moment, you let me know and we’ll stop, okay?”

she smiled, nodding. “if you’re too overwhelmed to speak in the moment, just squeeze my hand three times and I’ll stop. Okay? That’ll be our signal.”

*** She couldn’t deny it. Matty was right. He knew exactly what he was doing. Of course, as she’d suspected, it was all in the foreplay. The way he’d delicately touched her, whispered into her ear every single obscene thought that he looked forward to “showing” her and “teaching” her. The way his hands grazed past her nipples, ran down her legs. Hover over her thighs. She was already wet before his tongue had even touched her. “Relax, darling. Don’t worry about a thing, yeah? No pressure.” There was that ‘darling’ again. At long last, he dipped his head between her thighs, licking into her. She gasped, her body raising slightly, before Matty’s firm grip over her waist kept her in place. Something about his strong arm pinning her down so effortlessly stirred desire within her, so when she felt his mouth at work again, she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. “Holy shit! Matty- I- ahh”

Soon, she’d abandoned the idea of remaining quiet. She was begging and moaning for him. Matty pulled away from her with an obscene slurping sound. “How’re we doing, honey? Still feeling good? Havin fun?”

she appreciated the check in but she also desperately wanted him to shut the fuck up and get back to eating her out.

“Yes, yes, yes. Fine. Fun. Just please-“ her hand reached for his hair, shoving him back down. She imagined that he was smiling. *** ”hey, you look…all blissed out. So it wasn’t fake then?” Matty grinned down at her as she struggled to catch a breath after her orgasm. “Absolutely not.”

“good to know.” He winked. “Okay, now your turn.” She sat up on her elbows, looking at him with anticipation.

“what?” He laughed nervously. “you scratch my back; I scratch yours. Drop your jeans, Healy. Let’s go.”

“we don’t have to do that right now, you know. It’s not a transaction. That’s not the point-“

“I want to. Please? C’mon. Unless you’re not in the mood, then-“

“For you? Im always in the mood.”

*** “Fuckin hell, baby. So good for- just relax your jaw- open up a bit more, that’s it.” Matty mumbled something under his breath, his head tipped backwards, his eyes clothes. “Fuckin perfecttt.”

She felt her breathing flatten, fighting the urge to move her mouth, she kept going, even attempting, at one point, to surprise him and take more of him into her mouth. Unfortunately, her eagerness was not reflected in her gag reflex.

Matty’s eyes shot open, looking down at her. “You alright? Gosh, why did you do that for. I didn’t say you needed to!”

“sorry, sorry, I’m fine! I just thought- I don’t know what I thought.” She look downwards, still heaving and coughing, and now embarrassed. Matty reached over and wiped at the drool with the back of his hand. “Good students follow instructions. Just do as I say, will you?”

she nodded. “You wanna keep going?”

“yeah” as soon as she opened her mouth back up, she realized that she did, not, in fact want to keep going. She reached for his hand and squeezed it three times, instantly getting his attention. “what? What is it, baby?”

“jaw is tired. Don’t wanna do this anymore.”

He pulled away immediately. “Alright. That okay. Thanks for telling me.”

***

“so, how’s that jaw?”

she rolled her eyes. “It’s fine, Matty! Just like the last five times you asked.”

“And your knees?” His arms squeezed her closer to his side. “my knees never hurt in the first place. Cuz you set down a pillow and all.”

“okay. Just makin sure.”

“You don’t have to worry about me. Your dick is not that powerful. You ah end broken me.”

Matty chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, let’s go to sleep then.” He turned his back towards her for a moment, to turn out the bedside lamp. “Hey, what are we?” He asked, flicking the switch off. The darkness hid her shocked and confused expression. “What?”

“I mean, I know I’m showing you all these things…but, I guess I never know if that’s all it is?”

“w-what do you mean?” Her heart drummed with anticipation. He feels it, too. He thinks about it, too. It’s not all in her head. “I mean, I never know where the boundaries are…like, am I allowed to kiss you? Like when we greet each other and stuff?” He paused for a moment. “Nah, that would get too confusing, wouldn’t it? Guess I just answered my own question, didn’t I? We’re friends. Friends don’t kiss. Yeah?”

“y- umm- right. Yeah. Friends don’t kiss.”

“okay. Glad we cleared that up. Goodnight.” he rolled over on his side, eventually falling asleep. Leaving her wide awake right by his side.

#matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fanfic #matty healy x reader #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x you #matty healy smut #matty healy fic

[toastess-with-the-mostess]

Let's Rewind! Toast Watches Voltron: Defender of The Universe (1984)

Season 1, Episode 37: Lotor's New Hitman Season 1, Episode 38: Raid of the Red Berets

Episode 37: Lotor's New Hitman

Doom pilot training session? These aren't the ships I'm used to seeing with Doom

"[They're] not as good as I was when I was training at the academy!" "Uh yes sire" Oh Lotor absolutely failed every class and just threatened his teachers with death if they didn't pass him, no wonder he can't do shit

Are they actually told to kill each other in these sessions? One of the students is taking down everyone else, I feel like you wouldn't want to kill the rest of the squad that could measure up to him but okay

Uhh maybe the instructor is right in not letting some dude who listens to no authority try to take over a planet for you, this is gonna go real bad for doom really quick

"it must be the fastest robeast ever built and it must be red! I only fly red ships" he's gonna steal red lion isn't he

"my magic can easily turn the color to red, but I don't do windows" LMAO well at least haggar has boundaries I guess

Is this robeast not actually a robeast, looks like this dude is just piloting a mech with very little black magic involved

damn barely hits the ground and immediately starts causing devastation, when was the last time we got a robeast that actually committed war crimes for the Drule empire?

Wow no fanfare or anything this time around, just straight to the lions this time, top tier episode already

oh man some kid was actually under some debris, this is getting pretty serious for dotu

is yellow lion supposed to be the fastest lion? Hunk is chasing the mech after saying he was faster I'm so used to the fastest lion being red, I wonder what else fans changed to fit with their beliefs

plot bunny, how the fuck did pidge and lance make it to the other side of the tunnel when hunk is already pushing max in the middle of it yea I think the change people made with red and green being the faster lions makes the most sense here

early voltron formation, its only mid-episode too

I wonder how fast voltron can go, Keith said they were hitting mach 9 as voltron but do we ever hear how fast the lions push it? Would voltron even be faster ?

Aaand now green lion has a wound on the shoulder

Keith: Pidge talk to me! Are you hurt? Pidge: I'd be hurt if you didn't ask I love them so much

the team really is falling for this guy's traps every time huh, faltering on their training I see

is lion head attack their fastest attack or were they just banking on him not being able to dodge all of them

oh god Lotor you literally had such a good change to get rid of voltron and you RETREATED? You deserve to get your ass kicked every time

back to Arus and back to hazing the castle to make fun of the slow ass pilots

second voltron formation of the dayyy honestly I'm used to the VF episode that is so similar to this, but they used a cadet to solve their issue so how the hell are they gonna beat this guy without one

Oh I guess mach 10 is the fastest they can go as voltron

Chozzerai bridge? No that's over like an ocean or fat ass lake or something

good plan maybe? I think it is at least, setting out hovering mines that their mech can definitely outmaneuver but voltron probably can't and then slowly setting them off as they get close to him

earth wind and water, sounds like a pretty cool band name lol

ANOTHER VOLTRON FORMATION? WOW WEP WAS SAVING MONEY THIS EPISODE

oh so their plan is the same but with mach 10 speed, alright I guess? If that's all you got then whatever

omg they actually got him before blazing sword and everything

"maybe he'll land safely and come back again! There you see! He's going to land on planet gloom! That's one of ours! ... oh I'm afraid he didn't make a very good landing..." LMAOO WHY IS THAT WHOLE DIALOGUE SO FUNNY

/episode end

Episode 38: Raid of the Red Berets

Gonna be honest this sounds like an episode aimed at making fun of the French specifically LMAO

"can you and Haggar think of nothing to defeat that one little planet out in space?" Zarkon you literally fought that planet for a WHILE before Lotor came along, I don't think you can speak for shit

Disappointed father™️

well if their other fucked up science experiments are quaking in their boots even before these robeasts (not really) were introduced then I guess they're formidable

oh they're NOT robeasts, they're just regular robots that are getting transported to Arus BY the robeast okay okay

does the castle not have planetary alert systems or something?? Like they've gotta have satellites that alert when something is entering Arusian atmosphere

holy shit are these robots committing war crimes?? They're literally breaking into homes and killing civilians like that's not unheard of, but that's wild that they'd show that in dotu even if they play it off as the lights getting turned off

why do the pilots wave in their lions when the people below them can't even see LMAO

"It's a nice and safe feelings seeing those lions on patrol" robots immediately jump out of the ground and attack a caravan of people absolutely jinxed it sinvos

"something terrible must've scared them away!" omg they were actually slaughtered in that caravan and that's why they're not showing it

scare tactics,, is that what they're censoring the murder spree of civilians to in this episode? Wild

oh so being attacked on the regular with literal monstrosities isn't enough to make the Arusians want to crucify Allura but apparently the "scare tactics" that doom is doing to them is enough to freak them out and try to kill one of their only hopes of survival? Cool cool cool

Coran what, you said you didn't get any descriptions of the attackers, but now you know they're robots and have red berets? Plot bunny

if crowds were that easy to disperse, things would be changed so quickly my god

not a bad idea encasing at least one lion in something super solid, obvs Keith is getting out of this, but it would be smart to do that mid-fight also ironic because black camouflages as a statue instead of having a den

what kind of design is THAT for a robeast it looks like a dragon but bug like? Idk but still cool

why send all the lions to blast Keith with fire when only lance can actually do that?? Gotta make them useful I guess but distracting the robeast IS useful

Keith's free after being thrown straight into the robeast and now voltron can form pretty effective way to get rid of the rock enclosure I guess

this robeast encloses itself in bullet bill cosplay LMAO

man we're seeing a lot of lion head attack recently, wonder why

blazing sword formed, robeast down, Lotor getting belittled, everything is right in the universe

OH THE ROBOTS DID A SUICIDE BARRAGE AGAINST BLACK TO STICK HIM IN STONE NO WONDER THEY'RE GONE THE REST OF THE EPISODE

"men fight hardest when they're defending freedom" interesting, any other word and that would've been super political y'know ignoring that they're fighting an oppressive government lol

/episode end

#voltron #voltron defender of the universe #voltron dotu #80s voltron #let's rewind! #toast talks #wow more dotu episodes #this wont be a regular occurance lol

[bluepuppethidinginafilingcabinet]

PUPPET HISTORY FINALE

we made it y’all. i’m so scared of what i’m about to witness.

no woosh. that’s new.

EDIT: i actually am dumb and just was too excited and missing it. the woosh read: birds chirping not knowing that a meteor is about to hit and kill everyone they love.

awww oh my god. this is gonna be devastating isn’t it. i’m worried for my emotions.

ah yes the crouton period. my favorite.

the permian period (not much going on here) so true

they call the sun big-O??? that’s strangely sweet.

we love pangea.

i really want the answer to be pansea. it’s not but oh well.

i really love that the parents understand none of this but really trying to be supportive. despite being confused.

“we’re gonna live forever” oh. oh no.

we stan the polyamorous dino parents. slay for them.

“movies are like life but not” is the gucci brand to “the movie feels like a movie”

oh man that skit was giving divorce

hehehe right…. no climate problems…. is what some people would like to believe

i am very scared of where this episode is going

this argument is uh something. i apparently need to watch tenet to understand.

tumors really aren’t fun but uh go off i guess

love a good titanic reference. especially when we’re referencing the episode.

uhhhh professor. bud. um. well. you see.

oh ho ho puppet future

i love communication. people should get better at that. it is the key to a lot of things.

this is so unrelated to the actual episode but i love the little animation of the professor in a space suit.

yeah i don’t think they understand measurements. which is fine.

i guess yelling at the rock is one way of handing it. but yeah no it would not work. i have a feeling nowadays we’d just blow the meteor up.

this description of what happens when the meteor hits the earth is terrifying and i very much do not like it.

i appreciate the dino parents trying but it’s very unfortunately not that simple.

A BILLION NUCLEAR BOMBS?????????????? THATS SO MANY

jesus fucking christ this sounds like a very bad time. y’all i really don’t like this. and i don’t like how this is undoubtedly going to end.

it’s gonna be a tsunami isn’t it. because it’s gonna get worse. that’s the only thing i- fucking hell not the acid rain. and there’s the tsunami.

well fuck. this is why i never learned about this. i felt like it’d make me sad. and i was right.

awww i appreciate that they’re trying

DID SHE JUST SAY MEXICO

that was uh…. fun i guess….

well. uh. i uh might cry. this is so fun for me.

side note their names are dinosir and dinosara

i’m uh doing really well. definitely not crying.

i appreciate him yelling for ryan of all people.

ryan who’s getting the shit kicked out of him by a hologram

YEAH YOU PUNCH THAT SUCKER

he really just hit him with the puppet vape huh

WHERES THE EXAMPLE WINDOW

oh oh no comet hit.

aww ryan. bud you tried.

oh god this is so happy

YEAH OUT THE FUCKING WINDOW

awww the parents are okay

well i guess that’s it y’all

damn that was a ride

#watcher #watcher entertainment #we are watcher #all hail the watcher #ryan bergara #shane madej #puppet history #the professor #puppet history season 5

[potatotrash0]

*chuckles* oh you sweet innocent summer child not even aware of how fucking dark the lore gets (:

I’ve played enough Honkai to be wary of the cute fun happy scenes ;;;;;

#also that opening cutscene was so much more intense than i expected skfjskdjsk #like oh okay i guess we just. fucking kick off with the devastation of a kingdom???? #skjfskjdksdn #em answers #netherworldss #cookie run #swearing cw

[captainmarkone]

come back.

Characters: Suprise CE Character x Reader. Warning(s): Angst, heartbreak hotel. A/N: I got hit by inspo. Enjoy this drabble of nonsense. But imma guess it's not a huge secret as to who the character is... but enjoy!

June 23, 2021 —

Storming down the stairs, I felt nothing but anger. Hurt. My heart absolutely breaking at the sight I saw mere seconds ago. Footsteps falling behind me, their breathing deep as if I was the bad guy; his own anger radiating off their body.

“I didn’t know you were coming home early!” my husband yelled, staring at me with a smirk on his lips. His robe tied around his body to conceal the naked skin underneath. He stood there, watching me as if I owed him some sort of apology.

“I hate you… I cannot believe… I ha-hate you,” I said, words fumbling out. A quiet plea to whatever god that was out there to smite me where i stood. For the pain, the betrayal. It was all too much.

“Who is she?” I asked, his eyes not showing an ounce of concern. He didn’t care that I hated him.

“Someone I met,” he simply answered. His wedding band glowing in the dim light. Something that was now a joke. A sham on what we were.

“My lawyer will be in touch with yours, you spoiled piece of shit. A little boy that married someone to feel like he was a man. You take all the goddamn money because I want nothing, absolutely fucking nothing to do with you, you manipulative little shit. I hope you eat shit and fucking live so all your life someone can remind you that you ate what you become!” I sneered, my voice laced with venom.

He staggered back a bit. Not sure what to say. No snide comment. His hands came up, as if he realized what he had done.

“Angel…” he whispered, as if he spoke louder would make his voice crack. A simple gleam shone in his eyes. Liar, I thought.

“Oh Ransom,” the voice upstairs sang his name. And that’s what hit me. Like a fucking freight train. He saw it then. The gleam in my own eyes. The pain that shown in them.

“Angel, please. She means fucking nothing. Please,” he began to beg, his voice now becoming something different. Sincere? Apologetic? Whatever it was, I wasn’t buying it. He said my name, a soft whisper that left his lips.

“Go to hell,” I said, grabbing my keys and walking out of the house we bought together. He had someone in our bed. Ours. He promised the world to me. Only to take it all back because he wanted his dick wet.

I needed time. To think. To cool off. Before going back there again to gather my things and rip him a new one. Hugh Ransom Drysdale was the love of my life. And that was something I never should’ve admitted to him; to anyone.

At the traffic light, I saw the soft gleam of the diamond perched on my left hand. His token of faithfulness. Sliding it off, I placed it in the cup holder and drove once the light turned green. I didn’t notice the car next to me had stopped just in time before the large truck rammed into my side of the car. Letting my world go black.

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RD -

Ransom paced in the bedroom he shared with you. His own heart sinking to the bottom of his stomach. Sick of himself. His actions. The way he let you, the only person who has truly loved him, go. When he sat on the edge of your side of the bed, he couldn’t think anymore. All he could was replay the year and half you spent together.

He had called you multiple times. But of course you didn’t answer. He didn’t expect you to but he had a small sliver of hope that you’d answer. Hear him out. Take him back. But straight to voicemail. He had kicked the blonde out the moment you drove away. Wanting nothing more than to drive after you. But he didn’t. He should’ve.

His phone rang then, before he could check who it was, he decided to just answer.

“Angel?! I’m so sorr-“ he started but was quickly silent when it wasn’t your voice talking.

“Hello. I’m Nurse Bellow from Boston Medical Center. I’m trying to contact the next of kin. Is this Hugh Drysdale?” She asked, following to check if he was your husband. “Hi sir. Your wife is here and in critical condition. We will be expecting you.” She hung up, and Ransom was up in a flash.

Dressing appropriately and making it to the hospital in seconds. Harlan already there with his coat hanging over his arms. They had moved you to a private suite. There you lay. Wires connected and the beat of the machine that checked your heartbeat on. He was devastated at the sight. His world crashing in one night.

“Ransom,” his grandfather said softly. Coming up behind him. Ransom fell on to the chair, taking your hand in his. “Baby… baby please,” he said softly. His turn to plea with the gods.

“I’m so sorry Ransom…” Harlan continued but it was all cut when the machines started going off.

“SHE’S CRASHING!” A nurse yelled, ushering Ransom out with his grandfather. The two sat in silence. No thought in Ransom’s head but you. Your smile. Your laugh. The way you said I love you unconditionally. These were the conditions in which you didn’t love him.

After hours of surgery, the doctor came out and he didn’t seem to have the best news. He sighed heavily and held his hands out and then put them back together.

“Mr. Drysdale… I am so sorry, but your wife didn’t make it. What we thought was just a simple internal bleeding, turned out to be much worse. Your wife… she was about two months pregnant. And well… it made surgery a little longer and little tougher but… she bled out and both didn’t survive. I am so sorry,” the doctor said, making it perfectly clear.

But Ransom stopped listening after he said sorry. Tears streamed down his face, his own heart shattering at it all. Harlan’s hand rested on his grandsons shoulder. Ransom turned to his grandfather and held the old man tight. Weeping in the chair, his world gone.

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Five months later —

He stood at your grave. The grass fully grown over your slot. Harlan had paid for the funeral, and even the plot that yielded DRYSDALE on the plaque. He never deserved you.

He had placed the flowers on your grave, standing there in silence. Tears slowly sliding down his face as he watched the flower petals blow with the wind.

“Ransom,” Harlan’s voice lifted Ransoms head. Turning and helping his grandfather down the small hill. “Ah. Thankfully they’ve been keeping this area clean,” he continued. His own bouquet of flowers being placed next to Ransom’s.

“She loved you Ransom. Saw that spark, that good in you,” Harlan said, fetching out a box in his pocket. The small velvet box was placed in the young males hand. “What’s this?” Ransom asked, eyebrows furrowing.

Harlan nodded to your grave and said, “She asked me to get it fixed for you. Said it was dull and needed something. A surprise.”

Opening the box, he saw his lost pinky ring. You must’ve taken it in June. Etched on the flat surface were the first letter of your name, his H, and small b.d.

Tears stung his eyes as he slid it on.

“B.D.?” He asked, Harlan raising a brow.

“I believe it was for ‘baby Drysdale’. Probably going to tell you on your anniversary,” Harlan said. Only making Ransom’s heart sink deeper. “Let’s go eat breaks on, Ran. She’s gonna be okay.”

As Harlan walked back to the car, Ransom stood there with his thumb playing with the band of the ring.

“I love you. I love you both,” he declared, turning before glancing back one last time. He got into the car with his grandfather, feeling a weight being lifted. As if… you had forgiven him.

#chris evans fanfiction #rd x reader #reader #trying not to do spoilers here #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale #ransom thrombey x reader #ransom x you

[inlustrissss]

Last Time

“The woman was scared to die all alone in a foreign country”

SPOILER WARNING!! CHAPTER 138

Edit: Thank you for 200 notes 😊😚

Levi x fem!Reader

TW! : slight angst but also mentioning of death, dw, got some nice and bittersweet moments as well

Summary: Levi and his fiancé are part of the survey corps and on a dangerous mission to stop Eren Jaeger in his plan with the rumble. On Marleyan ground, right before everything crumbles down, (Y/N) sees her life flash before her eyes

As Falco had caught on to the Kirschtein man, Connie looked devastated, the scene before the strong soldiers of Paradis unfolding into a complete disaster as Armin was about to detonate the bomb right around where Erens nape connected to it's bone-ish body.

"We need to get out quick!! Armin's gonna blow those bones to pieces!"

Having held down on to Piecks cart Titan body, (Y/N) loosened her grapple-hook, the gravity pulling her towards the ground as the hook returned to it's place at the ODM-Gear. At the same time the black haired woman Pieck emerged out of the Titan form, letting herself fall and hugging the (H/C) haired woman tightly.

Facing the ground, Falcos wings caught the women: "The armored Titan should be able to withstand the colossus Titan explosion—", seeing Jeans concern of their fellow old comrade, she tried to ease his worries as she sweated, "And most of all: Reiner's prepared for all of the consequences. To let this opportunity get away would be to let that go to waste!"

As suddenly Falcos Titan body increased its speed and flew up higher into the sky, (Y/N)s reflexes kicked in, making her close her eyes in fear. She felt an arm hug her waist tightly. Caught off guard, her (E/C) orbs opened frantically and her head swinging into the direction of the arms owner: it was her fiancé, the very man who had asked for her to marry him right in the middle of the war. Gifting the strongest soldier of humanity a subtle smile as a thank you, and maybe even slight reassurance for herself, she seemed to melt at his touch, getting lost in the rare colour of his cool blue eyes. Sighing, his tense shoulders relaxed for a second: "You okay?" His deep voice almost hoarse as it came out as a whisper, "Don't do anything reckless, stupid." Nodding speechlessly the woman noticed the bright light from behind her-- the bomb had been detonated and a loud, ear piercing bang sounded throughout the trampled battlefield of Marley. 

Wide eyes glancing towards the direction of Eren whereabouts, hands covering ears, the ring on (Y/N)s finger sparkled whenever the warm rays of sunlight reached the beautiful material. 

Was the battle finally over?

There was no time to think of the answer to that question, there wasn’t even any time to think of the question in the first place. It was a bittersweet moment, when Falco finally landed on the ground in front of those Marleyans and Eldians who had survived the ramble up until now. Leaving his titan body Falcos eyes searched the crowd for his parents. The little yet brave girl Gabi doing the same, running up to her mother and aunt, hugging them tightly just as Pieck did with her parents. Carefully jumping off of the bird like titan body, (Y/N) and Connie took a hold of Levis weakened body, making sure he stood on his feet before Connie adjusting his arm and placed it around his neck. The engaged woman never leaving her financés side, she held him by his torso, looking at the children that had been with them for a long time throughout the war, finally reuniting with their parents. The sight of Gabi smiling made her forget all of her worries. With Levi close to herself, nothing could beat them now.

“It’s not like I don’t have any regrets but-”, Connie looking around, seeing all the crying faces, “we did the right thing, didn’t we?” “We stopped the rumbling..”

“Wait!”, Gabi suddenly called out, running towards the cliff, almost falling off of it if it weren’t for (Y/N)s reflexes to catch the impulsive girl, “Watch it Gabi!”, the woman said with concern lacing her sweet voice, “But Reiner is still fighting.. and Armin?!”, looking back to the battlefield, they saw Reiner on the ground with Armin walking over to the cliff where everyone had been.

“They’re okay.”, said Jean as he patted Gabis should, but something had caught their attention. 

It was the centipede- like looking creature, which had taken control over Eren when he had transformed into the founding titan: “Hey, look over there!!”, yelled Connie while pointing at the thing, “It survived the explosion?” “What the fuck is that thing..”, mumbled Levi with a disgusted look, “Who knows, love.”, said (Y/N), “But all I know is that we can’t let this thing survive.”, with a determined look she glanced to her comrades, tightening her grip on to Levi. A bright light emitted behind the colossal titan,  the place where Erens corpse had been. “I didn’t think it’d take that much to kill you..”, said Jean as he was looking towards the bright light, seeing a titan form in the distance.

Long brown hair dancing with the wind, it was Eren.

“We can’t let Eren get to that thing down there!”, yelled (Y/N). Right when she was about to turn towards Levi and possibly get him ready for another fight, she noticed him groaning and his head hanging low, “Levi? What’s wrong?!”, brows furrowing, she tried to take a hold of his eyes with hers. “Just a headache.”, he whispered.

 A headache- come to think of it, Mikasa had been having headaches throughout the fight with Eren too..

Noticing how Gabi had crouched down with the others, (Y/N) decided to let her finacés headache slide and see what was going on. “What is this smoke?”, asked Gabi, “Smoke?”, inspecting further, (Y/N) saw how the creature had deflated, leaving only smoke behind, which soon covered a large space and devoured almost all of the mountain where they had been seeking their cover. “Is that thing finally dying?”, Mikasa groaned as he raised his brow suspiciously at the thing. But Connie had another answer: “No, it doesn’t smell like a dead titan”, his hand covering mouth and nose at the smell. His heart dropping and hands growing colder with each second, he was under shock: “Isn’t it the same they did in...”, he swallowed, “..In Ragako?”

Only hearing the confused voices speaking in the background, it was completely silent among the group. No one dared to mutter another word, it had all come to an end.

She wanted to cry but she couldn’t, her heart stopped to fear it only started to clench in worry, “Levi you have to get out of here”

It only rung louder and stronger, it was like his head was killing him slowly, praising him with a painful dead, it was like his instinct was punishing him for his failure. No it can’t be instinct, he truly did love her, he was no servant. Yet his DNA was telling otherwise.

“No don’t do this to me-”, the Ackerman males murmurs were cut off by his beloved soon to be wife, “Pieck, Mikasa! Get on Falco and hurry!”

“Please oh god don’t do this to me-”

“Levi, it’s okay.”, softly touching his cheek, being careful not to hurt his injury under the dirty and sweat stained bandages, she held his paled face. This very face she saw all those years ago, when he was captured by commander Erwin with his fellow friends Isabel and Farlan, oh how she has missed them all.  Recalling their first interaction when Hanji ran off to greet them at their first expedition, praising them on their skill with the ODM gear.

She glanced at his eyes. Those eyes she first truly started to take in the night he was at his worst, crying under the moonlit night, cursing himself how he could’ve been stronger. Those seemingly cold eyes that would always watch over squadleader (L/N)s doings. Those very eyes that would always gaze at her with love and tender were struck with fear and disbelief now. She knew he was too weak, she was scared he wouldn’t be able to handle another death. 

Levis nose stung, his eyes burning, this is it, he was close to crying. But as he heard her sweet voice, it was as if there was no war raging, “It’s okay my love”, she said with an almost inaudible whisper, forcing herself to not break down and cry herself. “You need to get out of here Levi”, her voice calming his penetrating headache, “You need to survive” Foreheads pressed together, (Y/N) swiftly let go off of his face to look at her right hand, “Here quick, take the ring honey-”, sliding off the engagement ring, she took Levis weak hand and pressed the warm yellow gold into his palm, she smiled softly, not noticing a single tear slip, “I’ll see you again Levi”

Pressing her warm lips tightly against his cold ones, she took a hold of his shoulders and hugged him. 

He hesitated, needing to take in what just happened but hugged her back just as tight, patting down her messy hair, just like hed always do to keep his beloved tidy. As they slowly parted she whispered “You need to hurry.”

Their moment seemed as if took hours.

Seeing Falco take off with the one she devoted herself to, (Y/N) finally broke down. Her life flashing by her eyes and even all the talks she had with Levi about her future, she played it all out just how it could’ve been.

Remembering how he had asked her to be his wife in the middle of war, because he was scared he wouldn’t survive, thinking of all the reassurence they both gave themselves until now.  Dreaming of a future together, knowing it would stay one.

She cried.

Hot tears streaming down her flushed cheecks, she wasn’t even able to keep up with the flow of her tears anymore, (Y/N) just gave up on trying to dry them. The woman was scared to die all alone in a foreign country.

“So this is how it ends, huh?”, (Y/N) stopped.

It was Jean who was pulling her close towards himself, Connie on his other side, hugging the taller male as well. “Guess so..”, said Connie. Turning towards Jean with an indifferent expression he scoffed, “Remember the night of the entrance ceremony?”, Jean nodded, “This is your fault we’re here right now.”

At their bickering right before the end made, (Y/N) had to laugh, “Stop it you guys, now’s not the time” Connie groaned, “Come on, when’s ever the time..”, but Jean apologized, “I’m sorry Squadleader”

Growing only sadder at the title, (Y/N) sighed: “Drop the act Jean, we’re only human after all.”

“Right.. (Y/N)”

She wished she could look into Levis warm eyes again.

She longed to see, she would do everything,

just to see him one last time

 Closing her eyes, she let the sunrays hit her skin, making her look angelic with the golden glow. Will it hurt? Will it be quick? Her mind growing ever so slight when the worries ceased, she didn’t want those things to be the last thing, worry should not consume ones life.

So when the time finally came, she only thought of Levi Achermann, the man she had loved the most in her life.

Seeing his beautiful steel gray eyes in her mind set her at ease.  So she rememniced his lovely touch for one last time.

#aot #fanfiction #oneshot #levi ackerkann #levi x reader #levi #levi ackermann x reader #x reader #reader #aot x reader #angst #levi oneshot #aot imagines #imagines #levi imagines #levi x reader imagines #kuchel ackerman #ackermann #mikasa #aot chapter 138

[sirenascales]

-> double black [part three] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

A man is murdered and things get interesting as the investigation starts. [Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai]

2,981 words

note: no smut in this one hehe, but things are gonna get fun. enjoy!

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Final || masterlist

"Hey... are you okay?" Kenji asked me a few days later, noticing the scowl on my face and realizing that I had been tapping my nail on my desk repeatedly for the last fifteen minutes. "You seem... pissed?"

I grunted, closing my eyes and slowly taking a deep breath. "I'm okay, Kenji. Just having a bad day." The others shared looks with each other, but chose not to pry. The frown on my face never left, my fists clenched as my blood continued to boil.

Then that all went away, when I felt a gentle hand against the back of my neck. I looked over at Dazai, who had lazily rolled himself in his chair over to me. He grinned. "I could see the steam coming from your ears!"

His hand never left my neck, moving until his fingers loosely wrapped around the column of my throat. Strangely enough, my anger had completely gone away when he touched me, and it felt nice to finally breathe. "With the day I'm having..." I sighed, the whole world seemingly melting away, Dazai's thumb stroking along my jaw.

Kunikida was clearly unimpressed, the man gritting his teeth. Atsushi looked shocked, his face tinged red while Ranpo and Kenji just touched their own necks gently.

"Does she like to get choked?"

"Who knows, man."

"Hey, I know what will make you feel better," Dazai suggested and I tilted my head, waiting for him to continue. He leaned in and would have kissed me if it weren't for a book smacking right into the side of Dazai's head.

"Do that on your own time! We have a schedule!" Kunikida fumed while I quickly turned around to cover my face, simply to muffle down my obnoxious laughter.

"Oh, dude!"

"Kunikida! What was that for!"

"Public indecency!"

Dazai rubbed his head, whining from the pain while I just giggled behind my hands. Dazai almost looked betrayed at me laughing at him and I just shrugged my shoulders. "Hey, that's what you get for trying to play grab ass."

I purposely ignored Dazai's pouty face for the rest of the day, the man clearly upset that he didn't get to kiss me. I shook my head, glaring at him from across the office while threateningly pointing my pen at him.

"Work, dammit."

"I don't wanna! Bella, don't be so mean!"

I fixed him another glare before going back to my work, finishing up the final report for the last case we were on. After going through and making sure it was perfect, I saved and emailed it to the President, just as the door to the office slammed opened.

"He's gone!"

"Keiko?! What the he- Keiko, what's wrong?"

I stood up from my desk, my best friend standing before me in a frazzled state. She looked extremely distressed, tears falling down her face. I rushed to her, the woman collapsing into my arms as we both fell to our knees.

"He's gone!" she exclaimed before she started to sob into my chest. "He's gone! He's gone! He's gone!"

"Keiko..." I looked up at the others with wide eyes, them looking on with alarm. I turned back to Keiko, rubbing on her back as she continued to sob.

Taichi was killed. He was found in an alleyway with multiple stab wounds. Keiko had received a call from the police after his identity was discovered, the detectives revealing the tragic news to her.

"I'm so sorry, Keiko..." I said to her softly, sitting with her in one of the small areas of the office, separated by simple dividers. "... how the hell did this happen? We just saw him last night when he dropped you off at my place..."

Keiko had finished crying, but the terrible sadness in her eyes was a clear indication of how devastated she was. I clenched my fists, feeling my anger from earlier building up again.

"I'm going to have to make my statement," Keiko said softly, chewing on her bottom lip.

"Do you want me to go with you to the station?" I asked and she shook her head.

"No... it's okay..."

"The thing is, you are also one of the last people to see him alive," Kunikida spoke up, standing by with Dazai and Atsushi. "You'll have to give your account too..."

Sighing deeply, I absentmindedly reached under my skirt, pausing when I didn't feel my knife against my thigh where it usually was. I gritted my teeth, shaking my head to myself before I went back to rubbing on Keiko's back in an attempt to comfort her.

Soon, Keiko and I left the Agency and headed on over to the police station. We gave our accounts of the night before when we last saw Taichi, us talking separately with a different agent.

"Now you know, Mr. Kamiya was in the Port Mafia," the agent said and I nodded. "And they have quite a bit of history with your little organization."

I didn't like the condescending tone in his voice, but I kept my cool. "Of course, but none of us have anything to do with this man's murder, and you have no evidence proving otherwise."

He just rolled his eyes at me. "Well, this is all we need. You're free to go."

I nodded before quietly making my way out of the interview room. I met with Keiko, who looked like she had been crying again and I pulled her into a comforting hug. "It's okay. This will be over soon."

Later on, I found myself back at the Agency, Keiko choosing to go home, despite my protests. My head was buried in my arms, not moving as I felt someone put their hand on my head, lightly scratching my scalp.

"Looks like the police will keep on investigating Taichi's murder," Dazai said and I peeked one eye out to find him leaning against my desk. "Thing is, I'm sure the Port Mafia will also be conducting their own investigation. Ohh, this is gonna get interesting~"

"So is it better if we stay out of this, then?" I asked, sitting up in my chair. "I mean, unless we're asked... we don't have to touch this."

Dazai regarded me for a moment, a mysterious smile growing on his face before he just threw his hands up nonchalantly. "I get it, you were friends with the guy."

"Not really," I corrected him immediately. "Keiko is my friend."

"Ohhhhh," Dazai just hummed, tapping his forefinger on his chin. "Well anywho, the police are gonna have their hands full if the Port Mafia really gets involved! It wouldn't hurt to help, right?"

I hesitated, a small smile soon growing on my face as I nodded. "Sure. Let's start tomorrow."

"How about tonight instead?!" Dazai asked with a cheerful smile while I just glared at him angrily, the two of us now standing in the middle of the crime scene.

"Why do I even bother believing a word you say?" I hissed at him, attempting to kick the man but he quickly side stepped me. I gritted my teeth. "Ugh, plus it's already dark, Dazai. It's gonna be harder to find any evidence." Indeed, the only light we were getting was from the full moon up ahead, and the shitty lights above the side door of one of the buildings. "Are we even allowed to be here?"

Dazai simply nodded his head. "Of course, we were assigned to this case, afterall."

"... you told me the police were keeping it," I said, eyebrows twitching in annoyance. Was he serious?!

Dazai just smiled and threw his hands up. "Guess I was mistaken," he hummed and I sighed deeply, rubbing my temples.

"Okay so... what now?" I asked, finally looking around the crime scene. It was obviously taped off and Taichi's body was removed. All there was left was a giant stain of blood, which I now looked at with a worried face.

"Just by the nature of the crime alone, we can easily say it was a crime of passion. If this was a local gang or rival, he would have been shot, or even jumped and beaten to death. Official word is, he was stabbed over sixty times," Dazai explained, standing beside me and staring at the blood. "There is no sign of the murder weapon, no other physical evidence besides Taichi's dead body and blood. We'll have to wait for forensics to give us their final word, but I can tell... this might not be so easy to crack."

I nodded solemnly, my fists clenched tightly.

"Or... will it?"

I took in a deep breath before turning and sending Dazai a sheepish smile. "Well, we got our work cut out for us, huh."

Dazai chuckled softly. "Yeah, but that's what makes it fun."

"So Dazai," I started, crossing my arms over my chest. "I have a question."

"I may have an answer."

"Have you ever killed anyone before?"

Silence followed after my question and I turned to look at the man. His hands were in his pockets, a weird smile on his face. "I have. Quite a few."

For some reason, the answer didn't shock me as much as it probably should. "How do you sleep at night?"

More silence, before Dazai stood before me. I looked up at him, heart thudding when I saw that same dim look in his eyes. His lips curled up and he leaned in, making me hold my breath as he whispered.

"Like a baby."

My breath hitched in my throat, eyes going wide. I licked my lips nervously, nodding my head slowly. "I see..." Just... wow.

"You know, I could have gone without seeing your ugly face, Dazai."

A look of distaste grew on Dazai's face as the newcomer came sauntering up to us. He wore black, a familiar hat resting upon a familiar head of red hair. Blue eyes stared daggers into my coworker, mouth curled into a displeased snarl.

"Ah, Chuuya! It is a small world, after all," Dazai sang, the glare in his eyes not meeting the jovial tone of his voice.

Chuuya scoffed. "I thought you'd be fucking dead by now, but of course, you always love to piss me off."

"'Cause it's so much fun!"

The two men clearly didn't like each other, but that was the least of my concerns. All I could do was stare at Chuuya in shock. Of course, Taichi was one of his subordinates, he would want to find out who his killer was and get retribution. That was just how the Port Mafia worked.

I gulped, carefully trying to back away from the two. They could stand there and bicker with each other all they want. I had to get out of here before-

"Oh wait, meet my new friend!" Dazai wrapped his arm around my neck, wrestling me to his side effortlessly as I tried to break free. He knew I was trying to escape and made sure that didn't happen.

"Hey, let me go!" I hissed, not pleased with being pulled into a damn chokehold.

"Not until you meet my old friend!"

Chuuya growled. "We're not friends, damn traitor!"

Traitor? I grew confused, eyebrows pinched even as I fought against Dazai's hold. Chuuya narrowed his eyes when he finally got a good look at me.

"Hey... do I know you?"

Crap. "Uh..." I laughed sheepishly, Dazai now confused as he looked back and forth between the two of us.

"You know each other?"

"W-well..."

"We met a few months ago," Chuuya spoke up, his eyes widening in realization before his eyes narrowed and he snarled.  "Knew you couldn't be trusted."

"Wait!" I exclaimed, making it out of Dazai's hold and holding my hands up to Chuuya. "I swear... I didn't even know about the ADA when we met. It was just as I said that night, I lost my job and was there to drink my pain away."

"Tch," Chuuya sounded, his eyes still narrowed. "And now you work with this traitorous bastard. Lucky you."

There was that word again.

"What do you mean by traitor?" I asked, at the same time Dazai spoke up.

"How the hell do you two know each other?"

Chuuya scoffed. "I fucked her."

I squeaked, Dazai's eyebrows raising.

"Interesting. I'm fucking her too."

I squeaked again, waving my hands wildly before either man could respond. "D-don't we have a murder to solve, huh?!"

It fell on deaf ears, the two men staring each other down, all before their eyes were on me and my trembling form.

"You know... I feel like we've been here before, Chuuya."

Said man snorted. "When you fucked my girls?"

"Like you haven't fucked mine?"

Okay, now I was confused. "Um... I don't understand..."

"Oh yeah!" Dazai exclaimed a bit too cheerfully, putting a hand on Chuuya's shoulder, earning a withering glare. "Chuuya and I go way back. Were the best of friends."

"No we weren't."

"We were partners! The best there was!"

"... tch."

Partners? What the hell did Dazai mean by partners? I looked between the two men, lips formed in a thin line. Then, the answer struck and my mouth fell open in shock. There was no fucking way... Dazai? I swallowed thickly, shaking my head for this was not the time or place to be thinking about this.

"Okay... I can only imagine just how deep this shit goes," I started, the men looking at me curiously. "But we have a murder to solve. Whatever... this," I gestured my hand between the two of them. "Is... it can wait. Y'all can make out or whatever later."

That was my attempt at breaking whatever tension there was, but I was the only one cackling when Dazai and Chuuya immediately protested.

"I will kill you!"

"That is not funny, bella!"

"Ugggh, I don't have the time for this. I should have known that the ADA would be investigating this, and that just pisses me off. You two should just stay out of my way," Chuuya said, hands in his coat pocket. "Though you... word is that you were one of the lasts who saw Taichi alive."

My heart dropped when Chuuya looked at me and I frowned. "And I told the police that I saw him when he dropped Keiko off at my apartment. There are cameras in the lobby that will show that I never left the apartment. We even ordered food in."

"Fuck. And there is no other evidence right now. No weapon, no hints of DNA. It's like the killer just vanished," Chuuya said to himself and I glanced at Dazai, seeing the amused look on his face.

"What if it was an ability user?" Dazai suggested. Chuuya gritted his teeth.

"Shut up! I don't need your help!"

"Really? Are you sure?" Dazai taunted the red head, quickly ducking when Chuuya swung his foot in a wide kick. Dazai didn't get hit, but the wall behind him took the damage, large cracks forming on the surface. I swallowed thickly. Just how strong was Chuuya?

"H-hey," I started nervously, foolishly getting between the two men before they could start a fight. "We're after the same goal, right? Why don't we just... work together?" The fierce glares I got made me shrink. "O-o-or! Or not! That's fine! Just don't fight!"

"Bella is right... fighting is so beneath me," Dazai said wistfully and I sighed deeply.

"Dazai, I'm being serious. This man was my best friend's boyfriend. I want to find his killer too."

"Just stay out of it," Chuuya growled. "This has nothing to do with either of you. The Port Mafia will handle this."

"Let's make it a race then." Both Chuuya and I were dumbfounded as we looked at Dazai, waiting for him to continue. "A competition to see who figures this out, the ADA or the Port Mafia."

"Dazai... what the hell?" I asked in disbelief, Chuuya stepped closer to him.

"What's the prize?"

Dazai smirked, raising a bandaged hand and pointing right to me. "Our bella."

My jaw dropped. "You're fucking kidding me?"

"No," Dazai answered rather seriously. "I'm not."

Chuuya is strangely quiet, his unreadable eyes now trained on me. I fidgeted under his gaze, looking away to find Dazai staring at me all the same. I shivered. I hated this; hated being part of such a stupid competition as a prize, and I hated that I fucking loved it. I screwed my eyes shut.

"Deal," Chuuya finally said and I gasped when I felt his familiar leather clad fingers cup my face, him moving my head to make me look at him. "Gotta say, I didn't expect to see you again, but I'm glad our paths have crossed a second time." I became extremely flustered and Chuuya smirked. "Tell me, Dazai. What was it like having my sloppy seconds?"

I gasped sharply with Dazai only laughing darkly, suddenly feeling his presence behind me. "Can't say it was too bad..." he answered and I just completely clocked out, breath hitching as I felt a bit embarrassed. And turned on. They knew exactly what to say to get me riled up.

"Okay, I'm leaving! It's late and I still haven't eaten dinner yet! Bye!" I was frantic trying to rush away from them as fast as I could. I didn't even turn back when Dazai called after me.

"See you tomorrow, bella!" Dazai chuckled softly, watching me disappear, hands stuffed in his pockets.

"A race? Really?" Chuuya asked incredulously, eyes piercing as he stared at his old partner.

"It will just make this all the more fun," Dazai hummed.

"You're a bastard," Chuuya scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Just stay out of my way. Taichi getting himself killed just ruined the investigation we had on him."

"Oh?" Dazai raised his eyebrows, amused. "Was he being a naughty boy?"

"Shut the fuck up, Dazai."

-End

I have this headcanon that Dazai and Chuuya definitely stole each other's girls and even shared them and had threesomes when they were partners and ya'll CANNOT tell me otherwise.

#bsd x reader #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya smut #dazai smut #bsd smut #this case isnt gonna get too insane bc i just write a detailed investigation lmfao #im trying ok this is just lots of smut with a lil plot to make it juicy #anyway I hope you enjoy lol

[solastia]

Tuqburni: Finale - Heartbreak

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader, Hoseok x Reader

A/N: Here you go with an alternate ending where she DIDN’T choose to go back to them. Angst, with a bit of hope (hyuck). Please remember, in my mind the other ending is canon and I will be releasing an epilogue eventually of them together in the future. Until then, enjoy this. It really hurt me to make my Yoongichi cry. 

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You sat on your tiny patio in the beat-up rocking chair you’d bought from a thrift store as you waited for Namjoon to come by. You probably could have waited inside, but it felt too big and empty for your liking. A familiar knock rattles your very wobbly-sounding door and you get up with a sigh, closing the sliding glass behind you as you head to the front door. 

You open it without checking, knowing that there were only two people in the world who knew where you lived now. 

Namjoon and Seokjin are standing there with hands brimming with equipment. 

“Come on in. The room’s mostly set-up now.” 

They kick off their shoes somehow and scuffle towards the second bedroom that was mostly sparse beyond a desk holding your computer, a chair, and soundproofing foam panels on the walls. In the pair’s arms were the rest of the recording equipment you’d need to establish the room as your official workspace. 

Namjoon mumbles that he can take care of the setup so you let Jin pull you to the tiny kitchen and put on some tea while you wait. 

“So...how was your first night as an independent woman?” Seokjin asks while he pulls down your new mugs and turns on the kettle. 

“...Alright, I guess. Quiet,” you murmur softly, putting bags in the cups. 

He nods in understanding. You’d moved out of their place after staying there for nearly a month. You’d tried leaving earlier, but Seokjin and Namjoon had been adamant that you needed to stay and let them watch out for you for a little while before you decided. Personally, you’d suspected that they’d probably thought they were on suicide watch, but you were fine. Well, perhaps not fine, but nowhere near thinking about that kind of thing. 

“I wasn’t sure if I was going to tell you or not, but you should know that Yoongi didn’t take it well,” he sighs and sets down his cup. “There was...a lot of yelling. A lot of...you know...him puffing up and getting angry at us to hide how devastated he was. He blamed us and said we were turning you against him and that setting up a studio in your apartment so you’d never have to see him again was obviously something that I came up with because you would never do that. He even started saying some stuff about how Namjoon was obviously using this as a chance to steal you away because of the tiny crush he had on you back when you all first met.” 

“Oh, Jesus,” you huff and rub your eyes. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that. He’s...that’s just always been his fighting style. He zeros in on the one thing he can say that would hurt you the most and stabs you with it. Please don’t hold it against him.” 

He reaches over and pets your hair softly. “I know. It’s...it’s going to take a while but he’s going to need us too when this starts to settle down a little more. Right now you are our priority because you’re the one that’s been wronged, but...he’s still our marshmallow Yoongichi and we’ll need to pick him up too. Even if we are incredibly disappointed in him. Both of them.” 

You nod, closing your eyes. “He...did he look...bad?” 

“Yeah, I’m not gonna lie. His clothes were all messed up and he’s gotten really skinny. Don’t think he’s eating much either. But...you don’t need to worry about that. That’s not your responsibility. He made his choices. Jimin made his choices. Now it’s time for you to have your turn.” 

You nod silently, knowing he was right. That didn’t make it any easier. 

It felt almost like you’d been in a trance since that night Yoongi had ordered you to leave. You remembered driving to Jin’s and sitting in their guestroom, staring at the ceiling blankly once your chest hurt too much to cry any longer. 

When the knocking started, there had been one tiny spark of hope that Yoongi had finally come to his senses and was there to apologize. To drop to his knees and beg you to come back. That he would do anything…

But the high tones of Jimin’s begging squashed that final dream. Yoongi couldn’t even be bothered to come even now. He had to send Jimin to do the talking for him. And finally...FINALLY...you were overcome by rage. 

No more. You were done. 

You shook your head no to Namjoon’s silent question over whether he should let Jimin inside, and then you just stood there listening to him trying to talk through the door. He said some things that surprised you and some that didn’t. You’d known he was developing some sort of feeling for you - whether that was actually love or that he just liked having sex you didn’t know, and really you weren’t sure you cared anymore. 

He’d managed to stick around for an hour, which had impressed you, but you hadn’t been surprised when he finally gave up and left. That had also been the last time you’d seen or heard from either of them. Yoongi hasn’t tried to call and you certainly weren’t going to be the one to beg for him to take you back. You had absolutely nothing to apologize for. You’d done nothing but love that man with everything you had - and it still hadn’t been good enough. 

It was with that thought in mind that you essentially set up camp in the Kim household while you tried to figure out your next steps. They’d been kind enough to go get some of your belongings. Apparently, Jimin had cried while he helped them pack up enough for now and promised to have everything else ready for them to come back for later. Namjoon put you on official leave from work and with a few changes on social media you were now almost officially completely severed from your life with Yoongi. The house had been in his name, you’d never combined accounts, your car was your own. Honestly, it seemed almost too easy. Your lives were now entirely separate beyond the tears in your soul that would last forever. 

Namjoon had convinced you to keep your job, promising that you could work from home and the company would cover the costs of converting your second room into a studio. It was incredibly indulgent on his part but you didn’t even think of turning him down. You loved your job and you definitely needed the financial comfort it would bring as you started over. The rest of the apartment was still kind of shabby since you’d been worrying about the studio first, but eventually, you’d get around to making it feel like a home. 

Namjoon struts from the studio with a grin, wiping his hands together. “All done! Just waiting for you to set up passwords and stuff now. Kinda jealous now. Jin, can I set up a studio at home? I like the idea of working in my underwear.” 

Seokjin scowls playfully. “Don’t even think about it.” 

You huff lightly, but don’t miss the way they seemed to be discussing something with their eyes before they both turn to you. 

“There’s...uh...something else that you should probably know. You might not want to know or care but we thought we should at least tell you,” Namjoon begins, his eyes constantly flitting between yours and Jin’s. 

“Just tell me, Joon.” 

“They, uh. Yoongi and Jimin, they...broke up? I guess. Don’t know the whole story yet but apparently, Jimin’s been staying in a hotel near the company. We’re all watching Yoongi closely to make sure history doesn’t repeat itself, but, yeah. Thought you should probably know,” Namjoon says quickly, cringing like he expected you to go on a rampage despite the fact that you never have before. 

Instead, you simply scoff, because wasn’t that just perfect. All that pain you went through, all the fighting and sacrifices, and in the end, it was all for nothing. 

“Are you okay?” Seokjin asks softly, bumping your shoulder with his. 

You smile up at him, though it doesn’t meet your eyes. “I will be.” 

******

“I can’t believe you’ve done this.” 

You sigh angrily into your phone as you walk towards the cafe, wondering for the millionth time why you let Kim Seokjin order you around so much. 

“It’s been six months, sweetie. It’s time and he perfect for you, I promise! He’ll be a drooling mess at your feet in no time.” 

When you’d gotten ready for the café, you’d thought you were simply meeting your friend Jin for coffee and gossip, like usual. Only he’d called you when you were only a couple minutes away to inform you that it was actually a blind date. Surprise, bitch. 

“Does he at least know why he’s there?” 

“Of course! He was really excited too. Seems he’s had the hots for you for ages.” 

You were thankful he couldn’t tease you for the blush on your cheeks. “No one calls it the hots anymore, grandpa.” 

“Nevermind. Date canceled. I’m not saddling my Hobi Hobi with someone so disrespectful…”

“Calm down. Fuck, I’m not dressed for a date, Jinnie. I thought it was just going to be us so I’m just wearing jeans and a hoodie.” 

“It’s not my fault you don’t dress up for me.” 

You finally reach the café and stare at the sign like it would give you courage. “I can’t do this…” 

“Breathe. You can. You have no reason to feel guilty or undeserving. I picked the best one I can find for you, but if it doesn’t work out that’s okay too. There is no pressure. All I want is for you to be happy.” 

Your heart swelled, remembering that, oh yeah, this is why you kept Kim Seokjin around. 

“I really love you a lot, you know that right? You are the best friend I could ever ask for.” 

He chuckles happily. “I’ll remind you that you said that the next time you get mad at me. Good luck. Call me if you need to escape. Treat Hoseokie with care, too. He’s like one of those Gremlins. Don’t put him in water or anything high, and he turns into a weird sex demon after midnight.” 

“Should I ask how you know that?” 

“I know everything about everyone, my dear Y/N. Everything.” 

You’d call him out on his bluff if you were more certain that it actually was one. 

“Alright, I’m going in. Love you.” 

“Love you. Be nice to Hoseok.” 

You close the call and stuff your phone in your pocket, taking the chance to brush out any wrinkles and calm yourself. You just wished that you were wearing something cuter than a pink hoodie that you were pretty sure belonged to Jin at one point. At least your converse were pink to match and you’d done your hair. 

You enter the café, the stupid little bell making everyone’s heads turn toward you like you weren’t nervous enough. You think you spot the guy in question sitting next to a window, but you buy yourself some time with getting your drink first, peeking at him out of the corner of your eye. 

It wasn’t that you didn’t know him at all, you’d just never really talked to him. He worked at the company as a choreographer so naturally, you’ve seen him around. It was merely that producers like you were usually goblins that cooped themselves up in their studios and didn’t really get around to meeting everyone. It was impossible to not notice Hoseok though. Beyond the fact that he was handsome, he was also incredibly bright. Both inside and outside. You were sure you’d seen every color of the rainbow on his head at some point, and it was currently a flattering shade of orange that not many could pull off. 

Once you had your drink in hand, you turn and head towards the table. Hoseok is already standing to greet you, his smile wide and unabashed, and you finally begin to feel the first tingles of excitement. And maybe a few nervous butterflies. 

“Hi, Hoseok,” you smile shyly and sit when he gestures to a chair, trying not to laugh when he nearly tumbles trying to sit back down. 

“Hello!” he practically yells, and you finally notice that he just might be nervous too. He clears his throat and tries again. “Hi. Thanks for coming.” 

“Yeah, I...uh. I’m going to be honest - I only knew this was happening a few minutes ago. I thought I was meeting Jin,” you smile awkwardly, chuckling. 

He cringes and seems to droop before your very eyes. “Oh, sorry. I...I don’t want this to be a forced thing. I’ll just...uh. See you around?” 

He gets up to leave and you’re not sure what makes you grab his jean jacket to stop him. 

“No, please. Stay? I...I’m going to be bad at this because it’s been a long time but...I can try?” 

His smile is the happiest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. “Yeah? Okay. Alright, let’s do this.” 

You laugh and settle back into your seat, watching him as he does the same. He’s so expressive and vocal as he starts telling you a story about his day (one of his new kids fell and made the other ones fall like dominos and now his best dancer was out with a sprained ankle). He asked questions about your life, your interests, asked about your work. He was so beautiful and yet he looked at you like you were something awe-inspiring. It had been a long time since anyone had seemed so genuinely interested in you. Before you knew it an hour had flown by and your stomach was beginning to hurt from laughing so much. 

“So, I was thinking if I hadn’t scared you off yet, maybe you’d be willing to continue this date? But like, somewhere else because if I drink another cup of tea I’m going to burst,” Hoseok wrinkled his nose and sent you a shy smile, a single tiny dimple poking out. 

“I’d like that,” you grin, surprised yet again that you actually meant it. That you were actually excited to spend more time with him. “Maybe we could just walk around for a while and talk. There’s a park across the street and lots of people play music and stuff. And then maybe you could take me dancing tonight. Show off those moves you keep bragging about.” 

Where had this confident woman come from? 

Thankfully, his grin widens and he nods eagerly. “That sounds perfect. But first...little boys room. Be right back.” 

You giggle and settle back into your see as you watch him scurry frantically to the bathrooms - no surprise since he’d downed three cups of peppermint tea. You turn to observe the room to pass the time and that’s when you spot him. 

He’s standing near the pick-up counter with an iced americano in his hand, the condensation and half-melted ice suggesting he’d been there for a while. His haunted gaze is locked right on you and you meet it even as your stomach clenches with a myriad of emotions. 

Six months. Such a short time in the grand scheme of things but still so long since you’d last seen him. He’s as beautiful as ever, even if he’s obviously been losing weight that he didn’t need to and his lounging around the house clothes he was wearing in public gave off the IDGAF vibe. 

Yoongi seems to finally come to a decision as he saunters closer, eyes wide and unblinking like he’s afraid if he looks away for a single second you’ll disappear. He finally reaches your table and you fight the instinct to make a run for it. 

“Hey,” he says softly, his hand clenching tightly enough around his drink to make the plastic crinkle. 

“Hey,” you answer softly, unsure of what else to say. 

“You look beautiful,” he continues with a soft tone like he’s speaking to a spooked rabbit. Perhaps he was. 

“Thanks.” 

He nods silently, continuing to stare. “So...you’re on a date with Hoseok?” 

“Uh...yeah,” you swallow nervously. “Blind date. Seokjin set it up.” 

He nods again and licks his lips. “Yeah? That’s...good. Hoseok’s a good guy.” 

“Yeah. He seems nice.” 

“Yeah.” 

“You’re...doing okay?” You’re not sure what prompted you to ask. Perhaps there will always be a part of you that worries about him - you already know that there’s always going to be a part of your soul that belongs to him. 

He shrugs, “Alright. You?” 

“Yeah. I’m good. Have an apartment and going to counseling.” 

He flinches as if you’d just slapped him. “Sorry.” 

“It’s not just...because of you or what happened. It’s, you know, the past and all that too. Just needed to work things out. I think it’s helping. Maybe...maybe you could try it too.” 

“Maybe,” he responds noncommittally, his eyes finally falling to the floor. “I miss you.” 

Your heartbeat quickens. “Yeah. I miss you too.” 

“Do you think...maybe we could try…”

You cut him off before he can even finish that sentence. “No.” 

That was maybe too harsh because he looked like he wanted to melt into the floor straight to hell. 

“I...will always miss you. And a part of me will probably always love the Yoongi I had before, but no. I don’t quite have the gift of words that you do, but I just know that we weren’t right for each other. I mean, I was technically just a very long rebound before you got your chance with Jimin again, in the end.” 

“That’s not how it was. I loved you. I love you,” he grits out, his eyes taking on a steely edge as he looked back up. 

“Yeah. I know you did, just maybe not the right way. And I loved you, but I let you bulldoze over me. So maybe we could have been good, but you got greedy and I needed to learn to not be a doormat.” 

He nods and once again looks like a kicked puppy. 

You sigh and tap on the table nervously. “But for those years that we were together - I will always love that Yoongi. I will look back and remember that once upon a time there was a man and a woman who were crazy in love and built a home together. Who had dreams of building a lifetime together. I will hope that Yoongi has a happy life and that he finds what he needs. That he can find a companion who makes him want to fight for what they have together.” 

The tears streaming down his cheeks make you pause, realizing you’re fighting back some of your own. 

“I love you, Min Yoongi. But you weren’t right for me. Now it’s time for me to find my place in this world. Maybe Hoseok is it, maybe he isn’t. I’d like to think I don’t need another person to help me feel complete. Whatever it is, I’m learning how to speak up and fight for myself. I hope you can learn to be happy for me.” 

He nods, sniffling. “Whatever you want. I just...I just wanted you to know. I love you. I really did. And...I’m sorry. For what I did. I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I hurt Jimin. Do you think...you’ll ever want to at least talk to me?” 

“I don’t know yet. Maybe someday. I don’t think you’re ready.” 

“Okay. I’ll be here.” 

“Yeah. I...you have to go home now, Yoongi. I’m on a date.” 

His watery eyes widen again, and he nods slowly. “Right, yeah. Sorry. Again. And...please. Call me or whatever if you ever need anything. I...won’t expect anything else. Just know that I’m here if you need someone. Can I ask for that, at least?” 

You nod, “Yeah. Thank you, Yoongi. I’ll...see you around.” 

He gulps and backs up. “Yeah, see you, Y/N.” 

He turns swiftly and practically jogs towards the entrance while you try to memorize what could be your last glimpse of the man you once loved. 

“Everything okay?” 

You jump and your eyes fly over to meet the sympathetic ones of Hoseok. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I saw him talking to you and thought it was best to let you have privacy. Was that okay?” 

“Yeah,” you sigh. “He just wanted to talk. And...it was good. I think I finally feel a little more closure.” 

“So...I’m not like a rebound, right? Like, I know that you guys were dating and I heard some of it from Seokjin but...” 

“Uh...you’re the first time I’m trying to actually date since Yoongi. If that clears things up a bit,” you answer with a blush. You were not about to go into detail about those couple months of desperate hookups you’d used to try and gain your confidence back before you’d started therapy. 

Thankfully, he seems to not mind that bit of news judging by the wicked grin that paints his lips. “Oh?” 

“Shut up,” you growl, playfully swatting him. 

He chuckles and reaches out a hand to you. “Do you still feel up to continuing our date? If not, I’ll totally understand and we can reschedule. I’ll only cry and stress-eat a tiny bit, I promise.” 

You snort and accept his hand, letting him help you up. In a moment of bravery, you lace your arm in his and tug him towards the entrance. 

“Just you try to get away from me now, Jung Hoseok.” 

He giggles and lets you lead the way, both of you exiting the café and feeling hopeful about the future. 

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #tuqburni #solastia #bts angst

[jackrrabbit]

Caught in the Act /// Dabi x f!Reader (18+)

Summary: Dabi is done listening to the League’s new recruit touching herself.

Warnings: dubcon, mild degradation, mild exhibitionism

It wouldn’t be so annoying if you could just be fucking quiet about it. Dabi had nothing against you getting yourself off—the League of Villains had been laying low for the past few weeks, and they were all getting a little cabin fever. There was only so much to do inside the cramped little apartments hidden above the bar. It made sense that masturbation was the only thing that could keep you entertained, and Dabi wasn’t judging you for that. But Jesus fucking Christ, how could you not realize how loud you were being?

This had to be…what, the third time today? Well, tonight. You’d joined the rest of them to drink in the bar earlier in the evening, being your usual half-shy half-bubbly self, saying all the right things and generally being the civilizing presence that stood out like a sore thumb among the rest of the League. You really weren’t cut out for villain work. You were so…well-adjusted, so soft—Dabi wondered, not for the first time, why you didn’t use your talents to save kittens from trees or whatever heroes did. You didn’t have a nasty bone in your body…aside from the constant self-service, if that counted.

The other villains liked you—you’d certainly put in enough effort to win them over—but you probably didn’t realize how dangerous having the attention of the League was. If you did, you wouldn’t just laugh when Toga proclaimed her affection for you or Twice bought you drinks. Even Shigaraki didn’t seem to mind your presence…you might not have noticed the lingering glances or the not-so-casual touches, but Dabi had spent enough time around the leader to know that he was interested.

Really, you were damn lucky that your room bordered Dabi’s and not Shigaraki’s. If it wasn’t Dabi hearing your soft little moans and the hitched gasp in your breath when you came, you’d be in trouble.

Dabi slowly sat up on his bed, back pressed to the stupidly thin wall that separated your room and his. You were at it again, and every sound of your mouth was audible. It was like you were sighing into his ear. If he listened hard, he could almost—almost—hear your the wet sound of your fingers against your pussy.

Ahh…you were in trouble. You were definitely in trouble. Even without Shigaraki. Because the annoying part about your moaning wasn’t that you were keeping Dabi awake when he wanted to be asleep, it was that you were making him hard…for the third time tonight. And while you seemed satisfied with getting off alone again, Dabi was done with it.

He didn’t knock.

As soon as the door opened, you jerked up and your hand shot out from under your covers. “Wha— What the hell, Dabi?”

“Hey, (Y/N).”

Your face was scarlet, and you weren’t doing a very good job of concealing the breathiness in your voice. The sheets rustled. Were you actually pulling up the covers up over your chest? “Um…what do you want? You can’t just— you can’t just barge in like that.“

“I heard…noises.” Dabi stepped in closer. Your little closet of a room had no space for any kind of desk or chair, so he sat down on the edge of the bed next to you. “Thought you might be having a nightmare or something.”

You cocked your head to the side in surprise. Was this really Dabi? Since when did he bother being considerate toward you? You’d always gotten the sense that he thought you were weak. Maybe he was patronizing you. Or maybe…he knew what you’d really been doing?

No. No way.

“Thanks for checking on me, I guess? But I wasn’t having a nightmare, so you can leave.”

“Are you sure? I could’ve sworn I heard you…crying.” Wait, what did he hear? He leaned in over you, holding you down with his gaze. You couldn’t help shivering, all too aware of the cool air brushing up against the wet fingers of your right hand, the one that had been stuffed down your panties a couple seconds ago. Did it look wet? Fuck, did it look suspicious? You wanted desperately to look down and check, but you knew Dabi would see it.

“I, um, I don’t know, maybe I was talking in my sleep? I don’t think I was crying.”

“But your face is all red. And you were panting when I came in.”

Oh my god. Did he know? How? No, there was no way. You’d die of embarrassment if Dabi knew you’d been touching yourself. “Why do you even care?”

“I don’t care. Except…the walls in here are thin, yeah? And you’re keeping me up. How am I supposed to sleep when I have to hear you moaning…and whimpering…”

Dabi’s breath ghosted over your face and you flinched back. How had you not realized how close he was?

“…like a little whore?”

The second Dabi’s words registered, you pulled back and tried to roll over away from him, but he didn’t wait for you to react. His hand shot out and pinned yours down, and before you could catch your breath he was on top of you. “I— I don’t— I don’t—“ you stammered, trying to kick the blankets so you wouldn’t be trapped underneath them.

The fake concern was gone from Dabi’s voice, and something wild had entered in its place. “Aw, are you feeling shy now? You didn’t seem so shy earlier when you were cumming…and cumming…and cumming.”

You bit your lip and shook your head. Dabi’s knee was between your legs, and you could barely move without feeling the friction against your still-sensitive clit. “I wasn’t doing that!”

“Liar.” Dabi adjusted his grip on your hand, applying just enough force around your wrist to make you squirm. “Then what’s this?”

He pulled your hand up to his mouth and, holding it still, dragged his tongue up your fingers. The saliva mixed with your own half-dried fluids, forming a sticky coating on your skin. You swallowed, and Dabi grinned. “Did you think you were being quiet? I can hear everything, (Y/N). Everything.”

“Fine, ok then— I get it. I’ll be quieter,” you told him. You could process the (crushing, devastating, utterly eviscerating) humiliation of this moment later. God, you were never going to be able to look Dabi in the eye again. And what if he spread it around? “Are you gonna tell? Don’t tell anyone!”

Dabi dropped your hands and looked down at you. You probably had no idea what you looked like, did you? That deep blush over your cheeks, the straps of your tank top falling down, and the smell of your cunt spread all over your fingers (not to mention the taste of it in his mouth)… So soft. So vulnerable. “Why shouldn’t I? I think our leader deserves to know that the newest recruit spends all her free time fucking herself. Right? Think Toga will still like you if she knows you can’t go to sleep without cumming all over your bedsheets?”

“No, you can’t tell them!” You scrabbled at his hand, but he held firm. You didn’t want to beg, but… “Please! Please, okay? Please don’t tell. I’m sorry I was loud.”

You really thought you were getting out of this, huh? Dabi nudged his knee between your legs, and you couldn’t muffle your whimper. Your eyes went wide and you covered your mouth.

“I think I might have a compromise. A win-win solution,” said Dabi, and he shifted his position over you so he could pull the blanket away from your legs.

“Wait, what?” You tried to sit up on the bed, but Dabi’s fingers were already snaking down past the hem of your panties to rub against your pussy.

You were wet. You were so wet he could hear the slick sounds of your juices lubricating you as he stroked up and down your slit. And you were so warm…so fucking hot he couldn’t wait to be inside you. With how much you’d been masturbating, you might not even need foreplay. Dabi slipped two fingers into your hole and felt up to your g-spot, pushing your hips down when you involuntarily bucked into his touch. Tight, but you could take him.

Probably.

He savored your slippery soft insides for a moment longer, enjoying the sounds of your protests turning into gasps, and then pulled his hand out of your panties and wiped it on the inside of your bare thigh. The shorts would have to go…matter of fact, why were you wearing clothes at all right now? “Take it off. All of it.”

You tried to resist half-heartedly, but after hearing you cum over and over for the past couple weeks Dabi wasn’t about to take no for an answer—not to mention, a flimsy tank top and sleep shorts? In a base full of amoral villains? It was like you were begging to get messed up. Dabi let go of your arm to rub his callused thumbs over your nipples, and you squeaked like a little mouse as your back arched toward him. Fuck, you were soft all over.

“Are we…are we…” You hid your face behind your arm, unable to bring yourself to finish your sentence.

“Mhmm?” Dabi dipped his head down and swirled his tongue over a nipple, then gently bit down.

“Ahh…D-Dabi…” You could push him away. Why weren’t you pushing him away? It wasn’t your fault, he’d caught you in a weak moment. You’d been so close when he interrupted you. “…are you gonna…f-fuck me?”

You felt the vibrations of his laughter over his skin and he hauled himself up to look down on you. “You brought this on yourself, babe.”

“Then get on with it,” you whispered, surprising yourself. You couldn’t look at him, but you also couldn’t go another second without being touched.

Dabi seemed surprised too, because his hands stopped caressing your thighs and he just…held you in place. Another laugh bubbled up in his throat and he lifted your hips off the mattress so he could yank down your shorts and panties. “Your wish, my command. But since I don’t trust you to be quiet, here—“

He balled up your panties and stuffed them into your mouth, making sure the wet crotch was in contact with your tongue. You tried to pull your head away, but you were basically helpless against him—honestly, your kitten-like bats at his hand and the drool pooling in your mouth while he pried your jaw open were just making him harder. Once you were thoroughly gagged, he patted your cheek with a serene smile and ignored the muffled sounds of dissent that leaked through the fabric. “Perfect. Wish I had a camera.”

Gagged, you could only watch in anxious trepidation as Dabi peeled off his undershirt, revealing a perfect expanse of pale skin that looked unnaturally smooth next to the rough scars on his neck and arms. You always thought of him as being on the thinner side—so where the hell did those pecs come from? Dabi noticed you looking and sneered down at you, rolling his shoulders and flexing the muscles in his neck. “Enjoying the view, princess?”

You glared and turned your head to the side, well-aware that you were being childish, but Dabi didn’t seem to mind. He wrenched your head back to center and leaned down to lick a string of saliva that had dripped around your panties off of your cheek. “Look at you drooling over me…and we haven’t even gotten to the main attraction yet.”

Well, he wasn’t going to make you wait for it. You didn’t even pretend not to stare as Dabi freed his cock from his sweatpants and stroked it up and down lazily. Your first thought was that he was big—long and thick and stiff, with a pearl of precum beading at the tip. Your second thought was that there was no way that thing was going to fit inside you. You scrambled back to the head of the mattress, shaking your head and attempting to tell him to wait.

Undeterred, Dabi grabbed your hips, sinking blunt fingernails into your skin, and dragged you back toward him. “Relax. You don’t get to change your mind right when we’re at the good part.”

“Mmm— mm—“ You had no choice but to brace yourself with your forearms as Dabi lifted up your pelvis to line up with his where he was kneeling on the bed. Holding you effortlessly with one hand, Dabi slid the length of his cock up and down your pussy to slick it up with your juices. The contact sent a jolt through your body, and your hips ground up toward him.

Fuckfuckfuck, he was so big but you wanted it, you wanted him, and you needed something in your pussy, now. You were almost glad he’d put the panties in your mouth—if you weren’t gagged, you might be begging. He looked so smug, so proud, he’d probably hold this over you for years, but that didn’t matter. You’d never felt this needy before. It was his fault for teasing you and getting you all riled up—was this how he felt when he heard you touching yourself through the shared wall? You could almost sympathize.

Maybe you weren’t able to vocalize your needs, but the wiggling of your hips in your desperate attempts at stimulation weren’t exactly subtle. Dabi lined the head of his cock up with your pussy and (gently, gently, he reminded himself) slid the first few inches inside.

“Ohh…” Dabi sighed audibly, digging his fingernails deeper into the delicate skin of your hips. You whined through your panties and grasped blindly at the bedsheets. He was so thick, even with him less than halfway in you were stretching almost past your limits. It had been a while since you had sex (opportunities to meet people were few and far between when your main profession involved law-breaking—why else would you have to resort to getting yourself off constantly?) and you’d forgotten how much it could sting.

You shuddered as you felt Dabi rocking himself in and out of you in shallow thrusts, getting a little deeper each time. “Nngh— mm— ait— wait—“ It was too much, too deep, too thick, and he was too big.

Shaking, you reached up and tried to slap Dabi to get his attention, but he just grabbed your hand and laced his fingers with yours. “Shh, shh, you’re doing so good, princess. Does it hurt?”

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but you couldn’t help nodding hesitantly. Was he going to stop? You weren’t sure you wanted him to stop.

Of course he wasn’t going to stop.

Dabi leaned down and sank in deeper, pushing himself slowly into your cunt until he bottomed out. Yesss…it was all he could do to stay still and let you get adjusted to his size, given how greedily your melting-hot walls were sucking him in. He could tell by your sharp gasp that you hadn’t been ready, but how could he stop himself…? Your eyes were screwed up from being stretched around his cock and the strangled little mewls coming out of your mouth were sending thrills up his spine. You had to be enjoying yourself. You’d been so cute, practically pleading to be filled up. The slimy juices staining your inner thighs were unmistakeable.

Even with Dabi not moving inside of you, you had to gasp in stuttered pants to get oxygen in your lungs. Had you ever been this full before? No way…no fucking way. You were already sore. Your eyelashes fluttered as you blinked rapidly, trying not to let the tears that had forced their way out spill. The muscles in your pussy throbbed around the massive cock that was somehow submerged all the way inside you, and you zeroed in on the feeling of Dabi’s hand pinning yours down on the sheets just to have something else to focus on.

And then his hand was gone, and instead Dabi’s finger was teasing against your clit. The walls of your cunt twitched around him and you ground up toward him, begging silently for more stimulation. “Yeahhh…yeah, you like that? Want me to keep touching your little slut pussy?”

Your nod was frantic as Dabi began to move in slow, deep thrusts that you felt in every inch of your pussy. “Use your words, princess.”

“Unhh…ye—ye— es!” you whined out through your makeshift gag. Dabi smirked and picked up the pace, both in the pulses of his fingertips over your stiff little button and in his hips slapping against yours. The mixture of his precum and your wetness coated his cock and your mound, making it all too easy for him to shove into you faster and faster, eliciting the sweet little moans that would be drawing a lot of unwanted attention if he hadn’t gagged you with your panties first. He wasn’t gentle with your clit, either—but fuck, you needed it rough right now.

The discomfort of his dick stretching you out wasn’t gone, but now it was met by a thrilling tension growing in the place where the head of his cock thrusted back and forth over your g-spot. You kept trying to swallow around the gag, but your saliva wouldn’t go down right and it was spilling out of your mouth so your lips were almost as much of a sloppy mess as your cunt.

It was lucky Dabi was holding you upright, because there was no muscle in your body strong enough to keep you in position. You were completely limp, your full focus directed on the rising wave of pleasure gathering deep in your belly. You tried to be quiet, you really did, but every time Dabi stuffed his cock back inside you, you cried out in rhythm.

Watching you tremble and writhe underneath him, Dabi huffed out a short laugh. “Is this your idea of being quiet?…No wonder I could hear everything…you want everyone to know?”

You shook your head violently and tried to manage a “no” from around your panties, but that didn’t stop you from whimpering at the pressure of his cock inside you.

Dabi slowed his pace and leaned in, swirling his fingers over your clit forcefully. “Yeah, keep moaning. Want your precious leader to know how good I’m filling up this tight little pussy? Is that what you want? I bet you would just cum all over my cock if Shigaraki came in right now. I bet you want him to see your slutty O-face and join in.”

No! you thought, but the words weren’t leaving your mouth. You hated the thought of cumming with Dabi saying such vile things to you, but his fingers and his cock were giving you exactly what you needed and you were wound so tight you didn’t think you could stop yourself, and— and— and—

Stars erupted over your vision for a second as you sobbed out your orgasm. Your back arched, pushing the top of your head into the mattress while your cunt squeezed down on the dick that was still carving its way through you over and over. Dabi made a sound that you half-thought was a growl and hitched your leg up on his shoulder so he could get an even deeper angle. You were shivering as he drove into you, every inch of your skin extra sensitive in the post-orgasm afterglow.

“F-fuck…yeah, y-yeah, you’re so good, my good girl moaning for me like a whore, just like that, yess…” Dabi held you still as he gave a few more jerky thrusts and then groaned. “—fuck, I’m gonna—“

“Wait, not inside!” you tried to protest, but the words were just warped by the fabric balled up in your mouth. And it was too late, anyway—your stomach dropped as you felt his cock spasm and a hot wash of liquid gush between your legs.

Dabi pumped his cum into you, folding up your legs and leaning in so he could press his chest into yours and fuck you into the mattress. Your already-overstimulated cunt quivered; every inch of your torso was smothered by his. When he was too soft to stay inside, he pulled out, enjoying the sticky string of white liquid that stretched between your slit and the head of his dick until it broke and joined the rest of his cum dribbling out of your hole.

Dabi reached down and pulled the soaking-wet panties out of your mouth, since you seemed too out of it to do it yourself. Shocked out of your trance, you inched back away and swiped at the spit covering your mouth. “You came inside!?”

“It’s called a creampie. You look better with cum dripping out of you,” said Dabi without a hint of regret. He picked up your discarded tank top and wiped the cum off his dick to tuck it back in his sweatpants. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that as much as I did…you were screaming loud enough to wake up the whole base.”

“What?” Your mouth dropped open. “Are you serious?”

Dabi grinned and held up your spit-covered panties. “You have no idea how loud you are. These definitely aren’t enough to shut you up.”

“Oh my god…” You cringed and covered your face with your hands. “This is so embarrassing. I’m never going to open my mouth again.”

“Aw, don’t say that. I think it’s kind of cute.”

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Kiss the Girl (2)

thank you so much for the feedback on Kiss the Girl!! i really didn’t expect it to do so well and, as requested, here is part 2. I just feel that this concept is so disgustingly cute that i had to write it, so here it goes! hope you enjoy your reading :) 

Part 1: https://lucysometimeswrites.tumblr.com/post/640529882710999040/kiss-the-girl

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“...and if you could just go away it would make me the happiest man alive right now”

His words kept echoing in my head and never quieted down. It made me want to rip my hair out, but all I could really do was continuously run my fingers through it under the shower. I’d stopped crying a few minutes ago, the pain never subsiding and just lingering like and unwanted guest that just wouldn’t go away. I felt a breakdown coming again, noticing how my breathing started to become unsteady so, in an attempt to avoid it, I quickly turned around and switched the water to ice cold. I needed something to take my mind off of it, needed to feel the physical pain that maybe would help me get rid of the internal one,

“Shit” I whispered to myself. Boy was that cold. But it worked, gave me a sort of “strength”, if you will, almost like it screamed “Pull yourself together” as it hit my skin. 

Yeah, pull yourself together Y/N.

Deciding that was enough, I turned the shower off and stepped out, wrapping myself in a towel and stopping in front of the mirror. You could see the sadness in my eyes, which reminded me of the pity looks I got from the boys. How embarrassing, I thought, and quickly fixed my posture to stand taller and my face turned stoic, looking as if nothing had happened. Much better.

I left my sanctuary, or the bathroom, and changed myself into some joggers and an old shirt, none of which were Tom’s. Making my way downstairs, I grabbed a blanket from the couch and made my way to the patio. I breathed a sigh of relief while closing the door behind me, the boys nowhere to be seen and saving me the sympathy looks or awkward atmosphere. I sat down in one of the chairs, pulling my legs up to my body and covered myself with the blanket, taking a deep breath of what fresh air London could offer. The sun was starting to set, beautiful colours painting the sky and making me feel a little better. It helped knowing that there were still beautiful things in life, even when everything appeared to be going to shit.

After a few minutes of staring at the sky, I heard the door opened behind me and I tensed, dreading turning around and finding Tom there. 

“Hey” came Harry’s voice. Whew, okay.

I turned around to greet him, “Hey” I said back, with a small smile and hoping he would not bring what happened earlier up.

“I’m not here to interrogate you or have you talk about your feelings, I know better than that,” we both chuckled, “but I thought that a cup of coffee and a pastry would help?” he said, a hint of shyness in his voice. Then I noticed the cup of steaming coffee and the small plate with one of my favourite pastries in his hands, and my heart just about melted at the sweet gesture. 

“Oh Harry, thank you so much” I quietly exclaimed, noticeably perking up at the idea of food. He set them down in front of me, while explaining, “It’s no secret we heard what happened, so Harrison, Tuwaine, and I ran down to the bakery you like to buy them”.

“Aw you guys, you’re too kind for your own good” I smiled, feeling a lot better, but then I rewinded to the part about hearing what happened, and my walls came back up again, “You didn’t have to do this, though, I’m fine” I stated, a lot more serious now. 

“We know, but a cup of coffee and a pastry never hurt anyone. Like I said, not here to interrogate, just bringing a snack for a friend” he said smiling a little, putting his hands up in defense but knowing that I wasn’t upset at him. After living together, he sort of knew how I reacted in certain situations.

I sighed contently as I took a sip of the coffee, looking up at him and saying once again, “Thank you, it really does mean a lot to me”.

“Anytime. I’ll leave you alone now, and if you wanna talk about it, tell Harrison or Tuwaine, not me. You know I’m bad at that and will just make fun of you” he joked as he headed back inside, lightly hitting my shoulder on his way.

“Noted” I answered with a quiet laugh, shaking my head and setting the coffee down. Talking about my feelings? Ha, no thanks. Now that I was alone, I let my thoughts run free.

Okay, what am I feeling? I feel most definitely hurt. I feel angry, embarrassed, and, cue the eye roll, sad. I feel sad because one of the people I care about the most in this world just said some mean things to me. He made me feel like a burden and unimportant. He yelled at me, he kicked me out of his office. He basically said I was annoying him. He humiliated me. He yelled and everyone heard and I got pity-eyes. My God, how I hate pity-eyes. The fact that the boys had to go out of their way to make me feel better about something is just plain humiliating. And yes, I know, validate feeling emotions or whatever but that’s just not my style! Right, so I feel angry because I feel embarrassed. Okay. Now, hurt. I feel almost physical pain in my heart because of how hurt I feel. Besides him not taking me seriously, he confirmed my biggest insecurity in the worst way possible. He said he'd be the happiest man alive if I went away- oh my, he wants me to leave...

My eyes widened and small gasp left my lips, my hand coming up to cover my mouth even though I knew no one was round.

What am I gonna do?? Should I leave? He said he wanted me to leave. That that would make him happy. Where do I go?! I can’t possibly go home because of the lockdown, I’d be risking everything and everyone. Um, maybe I could look for a small cheap place around? I doubt anyone has places for rent right now, or a hotel? No, too expensive. Oh no oh no oh no what am I gonna-

My thoughts were interrupted by the door sliding open behind me and I whipped my head around, expecting to find one of the boys but instead finding Tom leaning against the frame, hand in his pockets and looking at me with unreadable eyes. I froze, staring at him with wide eyes and waiting for him to make the first move, just in case I bothered Mr. Holland and his busy schedule, I mockingly said in my head. 

“Hey, can we talk?” he asked, looking to the floor and his tone a lot calmer compared to earlier. Anger filled me and, without thinking, I answered, “I don’t know, can we? You’re not too busy for that?”

“Okay, I deserve that” he said as he pulled a chair to sit almost in front of me, leaning his elbow on the table while I just took a sip of my coffee, looking straight ahead and trying to appear unbothered by the situation. It was quiet for a few seconds before he spoke up again,

“Uh, so, I’m sorry about the way I spoke to you in the office. I don’t know what happened-”

“Yeah you do” I quickly said, cutting him off. He looked a little surprised at my statement, but continued.

“Well, I-I do. What I mean to say is that I should not have reacted that way, and I realize now that you were just trying to look out for me. I’m sorry” he admitted, the last bit a little quieter, briefly looking at me.

My eyes finally focused on him, and how...sad?...he looked. He was still unreadable. 

“Do you want me to leave?” I asked him, emotionless.

He straightened up, eyes wide and clearly taken aback by my question, “What?! No! Darling, I don’t want you to leave at all! I’m so happy that you’re here and that I get to see you everyday, I could not imagine spending lockdown with anyone else” he said as he grabbed and squeezed my hand. His head tilted the way Tessa’s does when asked if she wants to go out. I hate that I still think you’re cute.

“That’s not what you said earlier” I challenged. I let him hold my hand but did not squeeze back, which showed him that I was still apprehensive and upset. I saw his mouth open, but before he could say anything, I reminded him, “You said it would make you the happiest man alive if I left”.

His eyes dropped in sadness as he remembered what he said and he sighed, frustrated at himself for saying that. He stood up and grabbed the cup from my hand, setting it on the table and crouching down in front of my, now holding both my hands in his. He brought them to his lips, kissing them repeatedly and looked up at me. 

“No, sweetheart, I would never want you to leave. I would be devastated if you did. I-I know what I said, but it was the heat of the moment and I swear to you, I didn’t mean it. You being here is one of the best things I could have, and please, please, darling believe me when I say that I need you here. I don’t want you to leave” he pleaded, and I guess I could sense sincerity in his voice. 

Now I felt sympathy. I could understand he was stressed, and me pressing on something that he clearly did not have time for may have caused him to burst and accidentally lash out. I could understand that, but he also took it too far and I knew, in my head and heart, that I didn’t deserve that. And I told him that much.

"I didn’t deserve that” I said, looking at him with troubled eyes, “I didn’t deserve the way you talked to me and I understand that you were stressed but honey, I was just trying to help. I wanted to talk about something that worried me with you because we’re supposed to be there for each other, but instead you blew it out of proportion and basically rubbed in my face how I’m a burden here and that you wanted me to leave. You know you don’t have to provide for me because I have my own money but you insisted. You were the one who asked me to come here and you knew how worried I was that I was just going to be a bother.” I talked from my heart, and he appeared to be incredibly upset with himself.

“I know, I know and I am so so fucking sorry. I can’t express how terrible I feel about that,” he said as he cupped my face and made sure to make eye-contact with me, “but I can assure you that you being here has brightened my life, darling. I promise to work on managing my stress better and spending more time with you and the boys. But please please please, baby, don’t leave” he ended as he leaned his forehead against mine and we both close our eyes, his even a bit tearful.

Should I stay or should I go? I couldn’t help but laugh at that, which just made me start singing the song in my head and ruin the serious moment. Tom, perplexed, asked, “What’s so funny?” 

“Nothing, sorry, I was being dumb in my head” I said. That little moment of silliness diffused the tension in me. I could see he truly meant it and, honestly, we’ve all been in his place- all stressed out and cranky. 

“I really want to believe you, Tom, but you can understand how it’s a little hard for me. I forgive you, though, as long as we learn from this and move on.” I said, putting my hands on top of his, and kissing the corner of his mouth.

“Oh thank God, thank you, love” he breathed in relief, pulling me up and slipped his arm around my waist, bringing me in while his other arm cradled the back of my head holding me to his chest. I loosely circled my arms around him, basking in his warmth and scent. 

“I promise I’ll make it up to you, I was such a dickhead but know that I love you endlessly” he said, his grip strong. I managed to lean my chin on his chest and look up at him while he scanned my face and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Me too.”

Suddenly, we heard loud music come from inside the house, both of us turning our heads to find the source of it. As Tom opened the door for me and we went inside, we found Harry, Haz, and Tuwaine with a speaker. 

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Is that my speaker?” Tom said, pointing at the device in Harrison’s hands. 

“Well, you stole Tuwaine’s, he stole mine, so I charged and stole yours” Harrison explained.

Harry butted in, answering my question, “We don’t mean to say we eavesdropped, but we did see you guys make up SO we thought, to get rid of the remaining tension, we’d do something nice for you guys.”

“Nice as in...?” I said, wanting to know more. They all just smiled knowingly amongst themselves and Harry fumbled with his phone.

(This is a good time to press play on Kiss the Girl from The Little Mermaid) 

Percussion...Strings...Winds...Words...

The first notes of Kiss the Girl started to play, and the three men in front of us had smug smiles at their little strategy to bring Tom and I together.

“Oh no. No no no. I’m leaving, this is too cheesy” I laughed and made my way to the stairs, but before I could go up on the first step, Harry and Tuwaine blocked my way. Those stupid smiles never left their faces, and they both gripped my shoulder to turn me around and face Tom, who was now on the other side of the living room. He also had a stupid grin on his face, while stupid Harrison still held the speaker that played the stupid music.

I closed my eyes and sighed, fighting back a smile at the silliness of the boys I lived with and came to terms with the fact that we would all have to get through this moment. 

There you see her...sitting there across the way. She don’t got a lot to say, but there’s something about her.

Tom started jokingly dancing my way, and feeling a push from behind me, I stumbled in his direction as well. I chuckled and said, “Nope, not happening”, as I stepped back in the opposite way when I bumped into Harrison who wiggled his eyebrows and pushed me in Tom’s direction too.

And you don’t know why, but you’re dyin’ to try, you wanna...kiss the girl.

Tom made a jump to grab me but I dodged it, squealing out a “Nope!” and moving so that the coffee table was between us. The three boys surrounded Tom, and sang the next part to him while pointing and looking at me.

Yes you want her, look at her you know you do. Possible she want you too, there is one way to ask her. It don’t take a word, not a single word, go on and...kiss the girl.

I giggled at the comic action and Tom took that as his chance to lunge and grab my hands. I laughed surprised as he, in a jokingly sensual but sweet manner, sang the next words to me, with adoration in his eyes. 

Sha-la-la-la-la-la, my, oh, my, look like the boy too shy, he ain't gonna kiss the girl. Sha-la-la-la-la-la, ain't that sad? Ain't it a shame? Too bad he gonna...miss the girl.

We dance stupidly around the living room, finally giving in and living in the beautiful moment. As the song went by, the boys all danced around while Tom held on to my waist and my arms hung around his neck. We moved around crazily and uncoordinated, laughing and singing out of tune to the top of our lungs. His attempt to follow the song and actually kiss me were unsuccessful, still teasing him a bit about being mad. 

“Oh come on Y/N! Do what the music say” Harry yelled along with the music. 

Tom twirled me around, smiling, pulling me even closer, our face mere inches from each other. The boys sang around us, waiting for the big moment.

You wanna, kiss the girl.

Tom brought my chin up, his eyes hooded and nearly closed as his breath fanned on my face.

You’ve gotta, kiss the girl.

I bit my lip as I smiled, wanting nothing more than to feel his love.

Go on and, kiss the girl.

Our lips finally connected in the last line of the song, and we melted against each other. The boys hooting around around us and yelling Get it Tommy boy! seeing as they got their desired results. His kiss held passion and pure love behind it, which I reciprocated as best as I could. When we finally parted, breathless and a sparkle in our eyes, he whispered,

“I’m so in love with you. I love you, Y/N” his hands on my cheeks and looking me straight in the eyes.

“Beyond the stars?” I asked quietly, with a small smile.

He kissed my forehead, “Beyond the stars” he assured me, sporting a big smile and those beautiful, love-struck eyes.

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Karma → Nakamoto Yuta

anonymous asked: Hi! Can I request 11 and 13 for nct yuta thx queen! 💜💜

Prompts:

11. “You promised you wouldn’t do it.”

13. “I guess I shouldn’t have trusted you this much.”

Requested.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Cheating, Slight Cursing.

Genre: Angst.

It was a day off for both you and your husband, Yuta, you both were cuddling on the couch eating popcorn and watching a movie. You felt Yuta placing butterfly kisses on your shoulder causing you to smile.

Suddenly the bell rang and you stood up and went to open the door, when you opened it you saw Eri, Yuta’s friend from home and she was looking worried and sick.

“Eri! Hi!” you greeted her hugging her, she was stiff and didn’t hug you back which made you confused. You pulled away and looked at her questionagly.

“Eri? Are you okay?” you asked again and she ignored your question.

“Is Yuta home? I need to speak to him.” she asked and you nodded letting her inside.

You walked behind her to the living room and when Yuta saw her he stood up and walked over to her. He looked uncomfortable with having her here, and you didn’t know why.

“What are you doing here, Eri?” Yuta asked and she gave him a pointed look.

“We need to talk.” Eri demanded, you were about to excuse yourself but she stopped you. “No, stay.”

You could sense Yuta getting more worried and was sweating, you stood there beside Yuta as Eri put a hand over her stomach and said.

“I’m pregnant.”

You grinned, “Wow! Congratulations Eri!” you congratulated her but Yuta looked at her like he had seen a ghost.

“You shouldn’t congratulate me Y/N, you wanna know why? Because Yuta, your husband, is the father of my child!” Eri said.

Your smile fell and you felt your heart break, you looked at Yuta who was just glaring daggers at Eri.

“Yuta... Is what she saying is true?” you asked weakly and Yuta turned to you with a sorrowful gaze.

“It is, he even asked me to be his girlfriend, we have been seeing each other for six months now.” Eri said.

“Shut up Eri!” Yuta hissed as he tried to touch you, but you flinched away from him.

You ran to your bedroom leaving Yuta alone with Eri, your tears were blurring your vision, but your determination to leave Yuta was stronger and you started packing your things.

Outside, Yuta stared at Eri, he may be angry because she showed up at his house like this, but the news that he was going to be a father caused his heart to swell with happiness.

“Is that true?” Yuta asked quietly and Eri nodded. “I-I’ll be right back.” he said and went to the bedroom.

He opened the door to see that you were almost finished packing your things.

“Y/N, babyـــ” he started but you cut him off by pushing his body away from you.

“Don’t fucking get any closer, I can’t even look at you without feeling disgusted, how low can you get?” you spat and Yuta kept his mouth shut.

You wiped away your tears, “You know what hurts the most?” you started and Yuta looked at you feeling guilty with your next words.

“You promised you wouldn’t do it.”

Yuta closed his eyes as he remembered the promise he made you that day.

- Flashback -

It was a year ago, you had been trying to get pregnant for two years, but it was all in vain. But this time, you had all the symptoms that said you were pregnant.

Your period was late, you felt nauseous, you were moody and emotional than normal. And you took two tests, one was positive, and the other was negative.

When you told Yuta he was happy, and suggested going to the doctor’s, and there you were sitting at the office waiting for the doctor to come back with the results.

When he came back, he told you that it was negative and you weren’t pregnant. You both were devastated by the news.

“Maybe you should divorce me and date another woman that can give you children, because I can’t do that.” you said with tears falling from your eyes like waterfalls.

“Baby, what are you saying? I don’t want to be with anyone but you, and I know it’s hard, but we’ll try again, and I don’t care how much it takes.” Yuta replied and wiped your tears kissing your forehead.

“I promise that I will never give up on you or leave you for anyone else.”

- Present Time -

You were staring at your soon-to-be ex husband, waiting for him to say anything but he doesn’t say anything at all. You sighed nodding, grabbing your suitcase and closed it leaving him standing there and said before leaving.

“I guess I shouldn’t have trusted you this much.”

When you walked out of the bedroom, you didn’t find Eri there, and you were glad because you didn’t want to look at her.

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- 9 months later -

Yuta walked aimlessly in the streets with his mind occupied with a million thoughts running through his head. He couldn’t believe that karma got his ass like that, he had officially lost everything.

A week ago, Eri gave birth to her baby, and Yuta was happy to finally be able to be a father, only to be met with shocking news that the doctor told him... He wasn’t the father of the baby.

What he felt at that moment was indescribable, he was devastated, lost, sad, angry and betrayed. He just kept yelling at Eri for coming to wreck his life with Y/N, his ex-wife. Then he left.

Yuta sighed heavily as his body collapsed to the floor with weakness, he cried loudly feeling his heart clench in his chest, he yelled out helplessly, the pain he was feeling was too much to handle.

“Yuta?”

He heard the sweet voice that he missed so much, he looked up and saw you standing in front of him. He gasped and stood up wiping his tears away he took you in his arms hugging you tightly.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, please take me back, please. I know I messed up and I know I don’t deserve you, but please, I need you in my life.” Yuta begged, you sighed and pushed him away gently.

He looked at you hurt and confused, but when he saw the small bump on your stomach, he looked at you with the same gaze that you looked at him with when you found out that he got Eri pregnant.

“Y-You’re pregnant?” Yuta asked in disbelief, “So it was me all along?” he asked again and his heart broke even more.

You looked at him and was about to say something, but a voice cut you off.

“Y/N, Sweetheart, what took you so long?”

You both turned around and Yuta saw how your face lit up at the sight of the man who walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you and looked at Yuta smiling sweetly at him.

“Oh, hello, are you Y/N’s friend?”

“Taeyong, that’s Yuta, my ex-husband.” you said and Taeyong’s face hardened at the sight of the man who broke your heart.

“Oh, hi, I’m Taeyong, Y/N’s fiancé.” Taeyong said with a tight smile.

Yuta’s face fell even more, and he nodded as a greeting. You decided to cut the tension by stepping in.

“Tae, baby, you can go back inside, I’ll be right behind you.” you said and he looked at you unsure but you smiled nodding and he sighed.

Taeyong gave you a kiss on the forehead, to annoy Yuta, and make him even more guilty and show him what he had missed. He sat on his knees and kissed your baby bump.

He then stood up and walked back inside, you turned to Yuta who was looking at you with tears still falling from his eyes.

“What are you doing here? And why are you crying?” you asked.

“It doesn’t matter, I deserve it anyway, but I will tell you so you know how bad karma kicked my ass.” he said and you looked at him confused.

“I’m not the father of Eri’s baby, she was seeing someone behind my back and he dumped her, so she came and told me that the baby was mine.” Yuta explained.

A part of you felt satisfied, but another part felt sorry for him, you looked at him awkwardly.

“Well, I’m sorry.” you said and then Taeyong called your name, you smiled and looked back at Yuta who didn’t want you to go.

“I have to go... Take care of yourself Yuta, bye.” you said and gave him one last smile before going back inside the house.

Yuta stood where you left him, and with a heavy heart, he went back to his place drowning in alcohol to deal with the pain of losing you.

- Hope you liked it. x

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[itsthestutterforme]

Jealousy (Spencer Reid)

Y/N and Spencer broke up a few weeks before their spring leave and he was absolutely devastated. He couldn't fully enjoy his leave even if he tried. Today was their first day back and Y/N was one of the last to arrive. When Reid set his eyes on her, his heart skipped many beats. She looked so different than before.

She cut her hair and got a new tattoo that starts at her shoulder blade and ends at the back of her neck. The way she walks proves that she's moved on and she's happy. Which only makes Reid fall deeper into his sadness. The team was invited by the Ontario police force to help find a serial killer. Reid, Y/N and Hotch stayed at the station to keep brainstorming.

Y/N was overlooking a few files she had in her hands and Reid was writing on the board. He needed to get passed her and he did something he was so accustomed to doing. He placed a hand on her lower back and caressed it softly. That was his nonverbal way of saying excuse me. It regreted it right after he did it.

"I-I'm so sorry. I'm just so used to- sorry," "It's okay, Reid," she says with a smile. The same smile that used to make his heart skip a beat. The rest of the case, Reid couldn't keep his eyes off of Y/N and she noticed but chose to ignore it.

But there came a point that she couldn't take it anymore. "Reid, if you don't mind me asking, what is your problem?" "I'm sorry, what?" "You've been staring at me all day and not saying a word. What's up with that?" "Nothing, I-- I..." he trails off. "It doesn't matter," he adds after a long pause.

"Hey," she places a hand over his and his gaze falls to their hands. "It matters to me if it's starting to effect our professional relationship," she adds. "How are you so happy? Was I really that bad?" he asks. Many thoughts course through Y/N's head. She was in the same shape as Reid was but she was just better at hiding it.

She was trying to find her own way of being happy by cutting her hair and getting a new tattoos. But those were only a temporary fix. She wanted Reid. "Let's have dinner and talk about it, okay?" Reid nods and Y/N realized that their hands were still placed over one another. She hesitantly pulls away from him and continues to work on the case.

"I think that's a wise choice," Hotch says to Y/N and she nods softly.

**

Y/N's POV

I decided to order Chinese food for dinner and I was in the middle of doing my laundry when I hear a my door bell ring. I set my basket on the table before, answering the door.

As soon as I open the door, I see Reid holding a large bag of starburst minis and a bouquet of flowers. "Wow, thanks, Spence. I wasn't expecting this." I open the door and he walks into my house.

"Why weren't you expecting this?" He says as he hands me his gifts. "I don't know. But I appreciate the gesture. The food is coming soon, you're welcome to relax on the couch." I state.

He sits on the couch and takes the remote into his hands to flick through the channels. He sets his legs on the table and crosses his ankles like he used to do.

I grab my basket of clothes and sit on the couch across from him. I chew on the inside of my cheeks as I fold my clothes into their separate piles. "Those are new," Reid says as he seeing a red lace thong hanging off the edge of basket. I grab it and toss it into my underwear pile. "Why, do you want them or something?" I tease.

His eyes narrow at me and his face fell blank. My heart sinks at the fact that he was dead serious. "Are you seeing someone?" "What? No, Reid. We broke up a month ago, and it's still fresh in my mind." "I don't believe you," he stands from the couch and so do I.

"Whether or not you believe me is irrelevant, Spencer." He cross his him and clenches his jaw in thought. A soft sigh leaves my lips as I rake my fingers through my hair.

"And we came here for dinner, not to fight." I add. In a single stride, we are face to face. He walks me backwards until I fall back into the couch. He placed a hand behind the cushion of the couch and leans in so close that I could smell his aftershave. "

If I find out that another man is fucking you, I will lose my damn mind. And I will make sure to make his life a living hell, do you understand me?" He whispers in to ear, sending chills down my back.

My legs unconsciously open themselves and he adds, "Is that an invitation?" Before I could say another word, the door bell rings. "Is that him? The guy you're sleeping with?" He pulls away from me and makes angry strides towards the front door. "No, Spencer. It's just th-"

He opens the door and shoves the delivery guy into one of the pillars on my porch. "Oh my God, Spencer!" I yell as I spring to my feet. I rush to the door and pull him off of the delivery guy. "If I ever see you over here again, im--"

"Enough, Spencer! God, what the hell is wrong with you!" I snap. I take his wallet from his back pocket and pull out $50 to tip the delivery guy. "Here you go, I'm so sorry about that. Drive safe, alright." I tell him as he hands me the food.

His eyes were still wide from the shock of Spencer shoving him. I take the food inside and kick the door closed. "What is up with you!" The next thing I knew, I am pushed against the door with Spencer's lips against mine. He sucks on my bottom lips angrily and pin both of my wrists with his hand.

The food drops to the floor and I tried to pull away from him but he follows my lips. My anger fades away with every kiss and my body eases under his touch. He pulls away from my lips with a faint pop and rests his forehead against mine.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I care about you too much for my own good," "You know, everyone told me that this break wouldn't last long," "Guess they were right," Spencer said as he held the side of my face in his hand. He caressed my cheek with his thumb and pulls down on my bottom lip.

Without a second thought, I wrap my legs around his waist and his hands travel down to cup my ass. He presses a series of warm kisses on my lips and walks across the living room to get to the bedroom that he knows like the back of his hand.

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[robininthelabyrinth]

part 2 to Complications (ao3 and tumblr)

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“What do you mean you didn’t tell Wei Wuxian about it?” Nie Huaisang asked, feeling as if his eyebrows had just gone up as high as the clouds. “You tell Wei-xiong everything.”

Jiang Cheng scowled forbiddingly at him, but years of dealing with his da-ge’s much scarier version had made Nie Huaisang immune to any hint less than an outright “fuck off” – though it looked like Jiang Cheng was starting to consider that.

“You really do tell him everything, though,” Nie Huaisang protested. “Also, if you tell me to get lost, I will, and then who’ll rub your feet for you?”

“The maid,” Jiang Cheng said pointedly. “Whose job it is.”

Nie Huaisang sniffed. “Jiang-xiong, really! As if she’d be half as good as me.”

“At least I wouldn’t have to worry that she was volunteering to do it because of some undisclosed foot fetish.”

“I said you had pretty feet once.”

“First off, it was not once. Second, my ankles are swollen, I have calluses in places I never expected, and I’m pretty sure they stink,” Jiang Cheng growled. “They’re not pretty.”

“How would you know? It’s not like you can see them this late in the game.”

Jiang Cheng looked as if he was considering kicking Nie Huaisang in the head, so Nie Huaisang decided it was time to change the subject. The weight thing was a bit of a sensitive issue, since Jiang Cheng’s body had helpfully barely shown any evidence of the child he’d decided to keep until there was only a month or two left and then suddenly swell up in a vengeance; it was what had forced him to retreat off the field, claiming a flare-up of an old injury incurred during the fall of the Lotus Pier.

It was a damn good cover story, actually, which was why Nie Huaisang was constantly stunned at the fact that his brother had been the one to come up with it.

“Really, though,” he said. “Why not tell Wei-xiong? It’s not like he isn’t back now, even if he is off glorifying in his demonic cultivation instead of taking your position as leader of the Jiang clan forces.”

“He’s doing what he thinks is right,” Jiang Cheng said at once, because he always defended Wei Wuxian no matter what he did. “And anyway, his demonic cultivation is more effective –”

“Than your entire Jiang sect?” Nie Huaisang interjected, making clear his doubts on the subject. “My brother wrote to me about it; he said that that demonic cultivation of Wei-xiong is like a cannon – devastating when used correctly, but no match for sheer might in numbers.”

“That’s why I didn’t tell him, though,” Jiang Cheng said, and he suddenly looked tired. “He’s been trying so hard to help fight the Wens, with his demonic cultivation and everything, and he took – he takes everything really personally, you know? Mother asked him to look after me, and he seems to think that’s his only purpose in life now. It was bad enough with – with Wen Zhuliu. If he knew about this…”

Nie Huaisang nodded, sympathetic. Jiang Cheng had been suffering from mood swings the past few weeks, and in one particularly bad bout of them had confessed the entire painful story of the Lotus Pier and the immediate aftermath to Nie Huaisang. It’d been a bad night, and one in which Nie Huaisang had deeply wished he could offer some sort of alcohol or something as a remedy – the doctors had insisted on putting Jiang Cheng on strict diet, including a limitation on wine – but in the end he thought it had helped Jiang Cheng to talk about it.

Besides, Jiang Cheng was right about how sensitive Wei Wuxian could be.

“I’ll have to tell him eventually,” Jiang Cheng continued, looking a bit downcast. “Unlike most of the cultivation world, he knows I’m misaligned. It’s not like he’d believe I did the siring, and there’s no one else who it could have been…”

“Tell him it’s mine,” Nie Huaisang said, and grinned when Jiang Cheng gave him a look. “No, really! What a story that’d be, huh? Our Nie sect is protective of its children, so we would have gone through some really picturesque agony in deciding to let you claim it as a Jiang child –”

“Picturesque agony,” Jiang Cheng said, and he was aiming for judging but mostly coming off like he wanted to laugh. “What makes agony picturesque?”

“The fact that it’s theoretical,” Nie Huaisang said promptly, and that actually got a bark of laughter out of Jiang Cheng, as he’d hoped.

“Okay, go on,” he said, leaning back and giving Nie Huaisang an expectant look. “Your brother always says you’re good at making up stories that sound plausible. How could the brat have been yours? You weren’t even there.”

“Ah, but you’re not thinking of the right time!” Nie Huaisang said with a grin, holding up a finger. “The child was actually conceived earlier, back when we were at the indoctrination camp with the Qiongqi and everything; you and I sought comfort in each other’s arms –”

Jiang Cheng gave an incredulous snort.

“Shut up, it’s a romantic turn of phrase. Anyway, it was a spur of the moment thing, one time, and then next thing you know – child!”

“And when people other than Wei Wuxian start asking about how two men can have a child?”

Nie Huaisang lifted his fan up to his face and batted his eyelashes. “Well, Jiang-xiong, I am from Qinghe.”

“You’re an idiot is what you are. Not only are you not a woman in any way, the timelines don’t even work; those two incidents were too far apart. The brat’s not another Nezha.”

“Stop spoiling my fun. How am I supposed to get access to your pretty, pretty feet if you don’t let me have some ancestry with the baby?”

“I will kick you.”

“Maybe we’ve been secretly carrying on for years,” Nie Huaisang said thoughtfully. “In secret, of course, for – reasons that I will think of later. I went on a shopping trip a few weeks before everything happened; I could have swung down towards Yunmeng, and you could have come up on an overnight trip. You flew your sword to meet me in the middle, and we had a stolen night of passion –”

“We were literally engaged when we were younger,” Jiang Cheng said. “We wouldn’t need to steal anything.”

“We thought it was more romantic that way?”

“Try again.”

“Tough audience,” Nie Huaisang complained. “You know, most people aren’t this nitpicky about their porn…oh, I know! We got together during your time at the Cloud Recesses and were just on the verge of announcing that we wanted to resurrect our engagement when your father agreed to repudiate your sister’s; we thought it’d be rude to rub it into her face, so we decided to wait three years to tell everyone.”

“Three years?” Jiang Cheng frowned, doing the math. “Hmm. I guess that would work.”

“We would have just been nerving ourselves up to finally tell people,” Nie Huaisang said enthusiastically. “That’s why we agreed to meet! And there was wine, and moonlight, and things got out of hand, and next thing you know…”

“Aren’t you supposed to be good at porn?” Jiang Cheng complained. “What’s with all this ‘next thing you know’s?”

Nie Huaisang grinned at Jiang Cheng. “If you want me to tell you something spicy, Jiang-gege, you need only ask…”

“Never mind,” Jiang Cheng said hastily, his cheeks turning red at once. “And don’t call me gege in that tone of voice, you sound perverted.”

“As perverted as when I talk about your feet?”

Jiang Cheng really did try to kick him for that one.

“Ouch!” Nie Huaisang cried, playing it up even though Jiang Cheng had been slow enough that even he could have dodged if he’d made even half an effort, and anyway the kick itself was extremely light. “Jiang-xiong, don’t you know you’re supposed to wait until we’re married to start beating your wife?”

“Nie Huaisang…!”

Nie Huaisang couldn’t help it and started laughing.

“But no, really,” he said, wiping his eyes a moment later. “If you didn’t tell Wei-xiong, what does he think you’re doing here? Did you feed him the same ‘complications’ line as everyone else?”

“More or less,” Jiang Cheng said. “I told him I needed some time to go stabilize my qi, since I hadn’t had a moment to do it since my golden core was restored.”

“That’s a good idea, actually,” Nie Huaisang said, diverted by the idea of a good story. “You don’t know how Baosan Sanren brought it back, and whether it works exactly the same way – you said it even felt a little stronger than before, but too much strength all of a sudden can be bad, too. You don’t want to risk a qi deviation. Even a small one that could hurt your future potential.”

“That’s what I told him,” Jiang Cheng said, nodding. “I also asked if he could maybe consider looking into qi deviations more generally in the future, though I didn’t say why. He’s enough of a genius to come up with demonic cultivation; maybe he can do something about – about your family’s issue.”

Nie Huaisang’s heart softened. He didn’t think it was likely after countless generations of trying, but he appreciated that Jiang Cheng had thought of it. “You know my brother doesn’t expected to be paid back for helping you – either now, or back when you were still a child.”

“I know,” Jiang Cheng said, groaning. “That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like to, if I could. But he’s so self-sufficient! What can I possibly do for him?”

“Now you know what I go through every birthday,” Nie Huaisang told him. “See, this is why we should get married; that way we can suffer through the uncertainty together.”

“Get lost.”

“If you insist…”

“Get your hands back on my feet.”

Nie Huaisang grinned and turned back to his work. “How did Wei-xiong take it, anyway? He must have been worried.”

“He said he was going to try to find someone to consult with and ran off at once,” Jiang Cheng said, and now he was scowling again. “When what I meant was that he could use that to fill his time while he stayed at the Jiang camp to help lead it, instead of me having to owe your brother another favor.”

“Wei-xiong was raised to be a head disciple, not a sect leader,” Nie Huaisang said with a shrug. “He thinks more about what’s right and what’s wrong than he does about what’s necessary, because in the end those decisions aren’t his to bear.”

Jiang Cheng was quiet for a while after that, clearly turning something over in his head. Nie Huaisang didn’t say anything, focusing instead of soothing his friend’s feet and asking the maids to bring them some more snacks, especially the painfully salty ones that Jiang Cheng had become so fond of.

“I still think my father wanted the sect to go to him,” he finally said.

There was no need to ask who.

“He’s not actually your father’s bastard,” Nie Huaisang said. He didn’t bother with assurances that Jiang Cheng would never believe; he had too much experience in being the worse half of a comparison for that. “So it wouldn’t have worked, anyway.”

“No, I mean – I think that if you and I weren’t already engaged when Wei Wuxian was found, if your brother hadn’t already made everyone treat me like a boy by then, I think my father would’ve set up a marriage between us.”

“Between you and Wei-xiong?” Nie Huaisang’s head hurt at the thought. “But you’re more like brothers than anything else!”

“He wouldn’t have known it then, would he? And that way Wei Wuxian would be the Sect Leader, even if his children would be named Jiang.”

“That’s really stupid,” Nie Huaisang said. “Even if you married him, shouldn’t you still be sect leader, and him first disciple? It’s not really the Jiang clan if it’s lead by someone with a different surname –”

Jiang Cheng started laughing. “No, no, it’s nothing,” he said when Nie Huaisang looked askance at him. “I keep forgetting you’re from Qinghe, where the only thing that matters is the saber. Yunmeng Jiang doesn’t allow women to inherit roles in the sect; that’s why I’m the heir, and not Jiang Yanli, and why the original plan was for one of my cousins to be the heir.”

“What? That’s so stupid. What if there’s a curse on the generation so that everyone bears only girls? Does the Jiang sect just fall over and die?”

Jiang Cheng’s eyes were starting to tear up from laughter, and he put his hand on his rounded belly to stabilize it. “I don’t know. That seems pretty unlikely, though, doesn’t it?”

“Unlikely my ass! Legend has it that it happened to one of my ancestors.”

“And everyone in the next generation was a girl?”

“Misaligned or otherwise, yeah. And shortly afterwards there was a whole thing with this one saber spirit deciding to possess a human body – it’s a long story, with lots of dead people; I’d tell it to you, but I can’t do it justice the way one of our clan storytellers would. You’ll just have to wait until we’re married.”

“We’re not getting married, Nie Huaisang,” Jiang Cheng said, long-suffering.

“You still haven’t given me a good reason why not,” Nie Huaisang said, undeterred. “It’s all been bullshit ‘I can’t burden you like that’ sort of stuff, and I already told you I don’t care.”

“Do you want to be kicked again?”

“No, but I could negotiate being stepped on –”

“Nie Huaisang!”

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[fruitydiaz-archived]

fuck it! my turn.

it has to be him

post 4.13 fic babbyyy

3,741 words

AO3 link

“We should’ve gotten here sooner.”

“That kid is just lucky he met you.”

“Diaz, you want to ride with the kid to the hospital?”

“Yeah — “

The sound of gunfire, the sound he should recognize instantly, the sound he should recognize anywhere, the sound that still haunts him in the middle of the night sometimes.

The sound he missed.

“That’d be great — “

Except he doesn’t get to finish his words — not before the bullet makes impact and it’s piercing his shirt, his skin, his shoulder.

What?

He looks up, stunned. The pain is radiating from his shoulder, spreading through his body — but it can’t be. It can’t be.

He locks eyes with Buck — Buck. Buck who’s standing right in front of him, staring back at him with the same shock he knows is all over his own face. Buck who’s covered in blood.

Eddie’s heart rate picks up at the sight, Buck covered in blood — that’s never good. But it’s not his own, he realizes. It’s not Buck’s blood — it’s Eddie’s. Momentarily, that’s comforting. Buck’s okay, Buck’s okay.

He’s never going to get that stain out, he thinks, belatedly, before his vision starts to go blurry around the edges.

Right.

He’s been shot. He’s been shot in the middle of fucking Los Angeles, in the middle of the street, in his LAFD uniform.

He’s been shot.

He doesn’t understand, he doesn’t know why, doesn’t know how this happened. He doesn’t understand. He doesn’t hear anything but ringing in his ears, barely notices the way his body tips to the side before he’s falling, barely registers the pain that shoots through his body as he crumples against the gravel. He’s barely there.

Buck stares, his whole world is spinning, tilting on its axis in agonizing slow motion. Eddie was just there, standing in front of him, beating himself up for not seeing the signs sooner, talking to him — when it all stopped. And now he’s bleeding. Buck couldn’t see it at first, not really, not against the dark blue of Eddie’s uniform. But it’s all over him, he can feel it, taste it, smell it.

He doesn’t understand.

Eddie’s been shot.

He watches as Eddie collapses, watches the blood spill onto the concrete, watches it spread to places it shouldn’t be. It shouldn’t be, it shouldn’t be — none of this should be. His stomach twists, turns on itself, and Buck thinks for a moment that he might be sick, that he might fall to his knees and spill his lunch out over the street. Maybe he’ll get shot.

Maybe he’ll get shot.

Everything is frozen and he can’t move and he keeps waiting for something to happen, for something to snap and he’ll wake up in his bed, safe and warm — like this has all been one twisted dream.

He keeps waiting for Eddie to stand back up, to brush it off, to squeeze Buck’s shoulder and then disappear into the ambulance, safe, riding off with Charlie — like this has all been one twisted dream.

He keeps waiting for another bullet to take him.

We always wanted to go together. That’s love.

But it doesn’t happen, none of it happens. Another bullet rips through the air but Buck never hears it, he barely registers the way Captain Mehta collides into him, slamming him against the firetruck, and pushing him to the ground.

He finds Eddie’s eyes instantly. It’s devastating, the way his eyes have gone glassy and unseeing. But they’re on Buck, locked with his own, and if he can just hold his gaze then he’ll know he’s okay.

If Eddie keeps his eyes on him, if Buck doesn’t blink for a second, if he can still see the life in Eddie’s eyes, then he’ll know he’s okay.

But Eddie’s losing grip on his own consciousness. He feels himself reach out, the feeble movement of his hand shifting over gravel, but it’s not enough. He can’t reach him, he can’t touch him, no matter how much he wants to.

And, oh, does he want to. He’s never wanted so badly in his life to reach out and grab a hold of Buck’s hand and allow himself to be pulled to safety. He remembers the day the truck exploded, the day it crashed and burned and crushed Buck’s leg beneath its weight. He remembers it vividly — he saw it in his dreams for months. He remembers fighting the urge to run to him until it was safe, remembers kneeling by his head while Chimney — Chimney the paramedic with years of experience on him — moved to help lift the truck, remembers holding Buck’s hand in his and trying his best to make him believe that everything was going to be okay.

He wishes he knew that everything was going to be okay, wishes Buck’s hand was in his right now. But Buck is safe.

Buck is safe on the other side of that truck and Captain Mehta is holding him down, keeping him there, and that’s good. One of them needs to stay alive — and it’s not going to be Eddie.

He remembers the day Shannon died, remembers sitting over her in the ambulance, watching the life leave her body.

“Leaving again...I’m so sorry. I’d love...a little more time.”

And he had been so angry with her, so angry with her for leaving, because it was just like her.

“Hey, did you miss me while I was gone?”

“I missed you all the time.”

“I missed you all the time, too, kid. I’m never going to leave you again.”

He guesses that makes him a hypocrite, being mad at Shannon for leaving Chris again, when here he is, doing the same damn thing, bleeding out on the street just like her. And worse — he’s a liar, too. He should’ve known better than to tell Chris he’d never leave him, because here he is, doing it again.

But Buck is okay, Buck is still on the other side of that truck and Eddie can see his eyes. They’re scared but they’re full of life and righteous fury and Eddie knows that as long as Buck’s alive Christopher will be okay.

“I’ve failed that kid more times than I care to count, but I love him enough to never stop trying. And I know you do too.”

Christopher will be okay. Buck will take care of him.

They’re going to be okay. Eddie can leave them.

They’re going to be okay.

Buck watches, horrified as Eddie’s eyes start to leave his. No no no no. He has to stay with him, he has to keep his eyes on his, he can’t go.

But Eddie’s eyes slip closed and Buck feels everything inside of him break.

This can’t happen. It can’t happen. Not like this.

“You’re a badass under pressure, brother.”

“Me?”

No. Not me. Buck’s nothing under pressure, nothing without his uniform. He’s a coward, hiding behind a truck while his best friend lays out in the open, vulnerable and unprotected, bleeding out.

“You can have my back any day.”

“Yeah? Or, you know...you could have mine.”

“Alright, deal.”

Buck was supposed to have his back — that was the deal.

They do this together, or not at all.

The world comes roaring back to life around him, a flurry of shouting, people scrambling around them, bullets ripping through the air, Captain Mehta on him, yelling into his radio.

“Firefighter down, I repeat, firefighter down — we are taking fire.”

Firefighter down — that’s Eddie.

Buck feels the adrenaline surge through him, feels his brain finally kick back online, as he digs his hands into the concrete and pushes himself up. He ignores Mehta’s screams of protest — all he’s thinking about is Eddie Eddie Eddie Eddie. He scrambles to get his feet under him and moves to run around the truck to Eddie but Mehta’s hands are grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and they’re twisting and pulling him back, slamming his body against the truck and tugging him towards the ground.

“Don’t be stupid, Buckley,” Mehta growls. “I’m not letting you get yourself killed.”

“I-I-I have to help, Eddie,” Buck shouts, surprised at the sound of his own voice. “I can’t leave him out there.”

“Did you not hear me?” The captain jabs a finger out to the side, where Eddie had been standing before the bullet sliced through him. “We are taking fire. Your friend doesn’t need you to be reckless right now.”

“He’s not just my friend,” Buck bites back, his voice hoarse. “He — he’s my partner. I told him I’d have his back and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

He’s never been one to give up — it’s not what he does — especially not on Eddie. He gets back on his hands and knees and looks under the truck. Eddie’s still there, of course, rolled onto his back. His skin is turning pale and Buck’s blood is running cold.

He looks back up at Mehta.

“I have to get to him — I...I can crawl under the truck and get to him." Mehta looks at him — and Buck gets it. He’s seen this same face on his own captain plenty of times — the fear of the situation, the loss of control, the need to keep his team safe — that’s his job, and the damning realization that Buck is going to do whatever it takes to save whoever it is that needs saving — because that’s his job.

He shakes his head minutely and presses his lips together before gesturing to his medics to move over to them. Buck takes the opportunity to dive under the truck.

It gets quieter under there, even with the blood rushing in his ears.

Eddie Eddie Eddie Eddie Eddie.

It’s not the first time he’s been under a firetruck. They have to do this sort of thing when training — to be prepared for any scenario. He remembers having to dive under the truck with his team and a dozen civilians when a gas main broke two years back and the whole neighborhood went up in flames. Eddie was in the house with that kid and the 217 had to fly overhead to put the fires out.

That was fine.

He also remembers the explosion. The truck on top of him. The heat and the pain and the fear.

He remembers it all.

But he’s not thinking about any of that as he crawls his way to Eddie, gravel and debris digging into his skin. He has to get to Eddie. That’s all that matters.

When he reaches the other side of the truck he stretches his arm out to pull himself over to Eddie — but another shot rings out and Buck barely manages to pull himself back under the truck before a bullet ricochets off the concrete. It’s not close enough to have hit him — the sniper isn’t that great of a hit — but it’s enough to deliver a message.

If you try — you’re dead.

They need more time — but they don’t have it. Buck’s watching the life drain out of Eddie’s body and onto the street, he’s watching him slip away and he can’t wait any longer. He needs him.

Buck can hear someone screaming, muffled shouts and feet scraping against the street behind him, on the other side of the truck, and bullets ricocheting against metal — a distraction.

He moves on instinct, fingers scraping against the concrete as he climbs over to Eddie.

“Eddie, Eddie,” He’s screaming, repeating Eddie’s name over and over, like a mantra, begging him to wake up, begging him to look at him. Eddie’s head lulls to the side as Buck climbs over him, shielding his body with his own, if only several minutes too late. His fingers are on Eddie’s neck, checking for a pulse, the other pressing hard against his wound. It’s only his years of experience that keep him from retching at the feeling of Eddie’s blood spilling over his fingers.

“Got a pulse, but it’s weak,” Buck shouts to no one, really. The other team can’t hear him — not with the truck between them and the gunfire and the sounds of people screaming. But it’s his job and if he can cling to the one thing he knows how to do — they can make it through this.

“Buck…” Buck feels the muscles in Eddie’s neck moves and glances down to see him looking up at him, eyelids low.

“Hey,” Buck breathes, smiling for the first time. He feels his eyes sting with tears — surprised they hadn’t come sooner, but he blinks them back. They’re not in the clear yet. “You’re gonna be okay, Eds. I’ve got you.”

“Shot…” Eddie slurs, eyes rolling back in his head momentarily. Buck swallows hard.

“Yeah, we’re gonna take care of that.”

“‘stopher…”

“I’ll take care of him, Eddie, you know that. But right now...right now I’m taking care of you. I’ve gotta — I’ve gotta get you around the truck.” It’s not going to be easy and it’s going to hurt like hell, they both know that. Buck takes a moment to apologize before he’s moving again. He climbs over Eddie, crouches by his head, and shoves his arms up under Eddie’s. The first thing he feels is Eddie’s blood, still bleeding out his wound, staining Buck’s shirt.

It’s fine — he was going to burn it anyways, when all this is over, when Eddie’s safe.

Eddie grunts in pain, the movement jostling his entire body, the bullet still embedded in his shoulder. Buck lets out a string of apologies as he pulls Eddie back as quickly as possible, fully aware that they are still out in the open with a sniper set on putting them both in the morgue.

It’s nothing short of a miracle, getting Eddie around to the side of the truck with the chaos around them. Mehta’s team is with them in seconds and they’re lifting Eddie into the truck together. Buck doesn’t even think when he climbs in with their medic, pulling the door shut behind him as the captain and another member climb into the front seat.

A few bullets dent the windows but Buck’s not paying them any mind. He’s barely breathing, barely listening as the medic in the back instructs him, as Mehta shouts information to dispatch and they start to pull away from the scene.

Buck’s shoving his fingers through the front of Eddie’s shirt, pulling it open with frantic energy. The medic is there in a second, pressing gauze against Eddie’s shoulder.

“Hold your hand against this firmly and put pressure,” They direct Buck and he nods. He’s back at Eddie’s side instantly, pressing down onto the gauze and desperately praying to a God he’s not even sure that he believes in — but Eddie does.

Eddie does — Buck’s heard him mumble a prayer under his breath enough times while on calls to know that even if he says he’s not religious — he believes in something, someone out there watching over them. And it’s gotten them this far, so, Buck prays.

He presses his fingers hard over Eddie’s shoulder and prays that they make it to the hospital on time, prays that they did enough to stop the bleeding, that the doctors will be able to extract the bullet and patch Eddie up, prays that he’ll get to go home and see his kid and Buck won’t have to break the news that yet another one of his parents has left him.

He prays that this isn’t the last moment they get, that the last words Eddie spoke weren’t words that dragged himself down, weren’t words heavy with self-doubt. He prays that Eddie lives, that he’ll live and they’ll catch the sniper and no one — not Eddie, not Eddie — will die. He prays that the trauma won’t scar them forever.

He prays. Please don’t take him. I love him. I love him.

The moment they arrive at the hospital is a blur. His hands, his arms, his chest are soaked in blood — but he doesn’t care. He follows, footsteps robotic, as they lift Eddie’s limp body onto a stretcher and wheel him into the hospital. Mehta has to pull him back before the doors close on him.

“We can’t go with him, Buckley. They’ll take care of him.”

He nods, numb.

He ends up in a waiting room, sitting in wait while word gets delivered to his team. He doesn’t know how long he’s been there, how long it’s been since the bullet cut through Eddie. He doesn’t know who’s calling his team, or who they’re calling, or if they’ll even be able to get there — not with firefighters being targeted.

He’s alone and he’s tired. He spent 30 minutes in the hospital bathroom alone, staring at his bloodstained reflection in the mirror before breaking down, scrubbing at his skin frantically to get it off of him. No matter how much soap, no matter how hard he scrubbed, he can still smell it, he can still taste it, he can still feel it.

Eddie.

All he can do is replay the events over and over again in his mind. Eddie standing in front of him, Eddie getting shot, Eddie stunned, staring back at him, Eddie collapsing, Eddie bleeding out, Eddie’s eyes, Eddie’s life.

Eddie.

Buck doesn’t notice the people milling about the waiting room, doesn’t keep count of the people that come in and the people that leave while he sits there, waiting. He stares at a stray mark on the wall across from him, a small thing, the tiniest imperfection on an otherwise perfectly white, perfectly sterile wall. It’s all he can look at.

“Buck,” A voice calls him, eventually, and he looks up, surprised to see Bobby standing over him.

Logically, he knows that Bobby’s aging, same as the rest of them, wearing down as the years drag by, but Buck’s never noticed it until now. The lines on his face are deep-set and his eyes look just as tired as Buck feels, heavy with emotion. Has he always had grey hair?

“Bobby.” Buck’s voice cracks and he’s lifting himself up and falling into Bobby’s arms before he even processes what’s happening. “Bobby, I tried — I tried — I couldn’t.”

Bobby shushes him, pressing one hand to the back of Buck’s head and holding him close, the other rubbing up and down his back. He holds Buck like that for several minutes, letting him sob into him, his tears soaking the shoulder of Bobby’s shirt.

Eventually they sit again, side by side, slumped against one another.

“Captain Mehta told me you disobeyed direct orders, climbed under the firetruck to get Eddie to safety even while you were under fire,” Bobby says eventually, his voice deceivingly light.

“I had to do it,” Buck looks at him, eyes red, and Bobby hates that this isn’t the first time he’s seen this face on Buck. He saw it when Doug stabbed Chimney, when he took Maddie. He saw it when Eddie cut his line, when he was buried under 30 feet of wet mud and Buck wanted to dig him out by hand. He knows what Buck looks like when he’s terrified of losing someone he loves.

“I know you did, kid.”

They’re quiet again, both staring at that spot on the wall while new patients and nurses move around them.

“How are you doing?” Bobby asks, quietly, and it might be a stupid question — the answer’s pretty clear — but he has to ask. Buck’s next inhale is shaky, and Bobby reaches out to hold his hand.

“I...I watched him die...Cap...I mean I’ve seen — I’ve seen people, you know, die...on the job, plenty of times, but I’ve never…” Bobby nods.

“He’s alive, Buck, and they’re working on him right now — the best doctors. You did everything you could.”

“But was it enough? I mean — if he dies, Bobby...if he dies I don’t...I don’t know what I’ll do.”

And Bobby knows what it’s like to not be able to save the people you love, to feel weighed down by the guilt that you could’ve, should’ve done more. He carries it every day, and now Buck’s going to have to too — at least for a while, until they know Eddie’s status.

“The idea of losing someone you love,” Bobby begins, looking over at Buck. “It’s scary. It’s the scariest thing in the world. You can never really imagine what it would be like until you live it. You have to face the idea that you might have to live a life without them — and you can’t.”

“I don’t want to do this without him,” Buck says, voice shaking. “I can’t do this without him. He’s my best friend, my partner, my — I don’t. We’re supposed to do this together, Bobby...how am I supposed to tell Christopher that I let his dad die?”

Bobby presses his lips together and nods.

“For now, you tell him the truth. His dad was hurt on the job but they’re working on him. When we know, he’ll know, but for now...Look, Buck, Eddie trusts you with Chris more than anyone and Christopher loves you. You might not be his dad but you’re the closest thing he has right now. So you do what you always do; you love him and you support him. That’s all you can do.”

Buck nods and rubs at his eyes. When he drops his hand back down into his lap he sees the dried blood, caked under his fingernails, and he feels the threat of vomit rise up in him again.

“I think you should go home for a bit —” Buck starts to protest. “Just an hour, or two. Get cleaned up, get into some new clothes, go talk to Christopher. We’re not going to have any more news on Eddie for a while, so, just go and take care of yourself so you can be here when we do.”

Buck wants to argue, but his shirt is caked with blood and it’s uncomfortable, and it smells. And the longer he sits in this waiting room the further he loses himself in this spiral of Eddie Eddie Eddie. And someone has to tell Christopher that his dad’s not coming home tonight.

And it has to be him.

So he gets up, forces a weak smile at Bobby, and drags himself out of the hospital.

It has to be him.

#rip to the wips i was working on before this episode aired gskldjfs #wrote this v quickly when i was supposed to be working bc i COULD NOT concentrate #everyone who wrote a fic immediately after the episode is a god and i fear you #i had to process for at least a day #911 spoilers #writing #buddie

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 278: MOMO IN CHARGE

Previously on BnHA: Deku and Kacchan were all “SIR, THAT’S OUR EMOTIONAL SUPPORT SENSEI” and got really ferocious and made a very passionate attempt to blow Tomura up and it was great. It basically did nothing, but it was still great. AFO was all “COME HERE LIL BRO”, and Tomura was all “silly Sensei, you can’t just take over my mind and body just like that”, and he was very confident of this despite there really being no evidence to back it up, but okay! Gran was all “time to make the fandom mad at me” and grabbed Tomura by the collar and yelled at him about Nana a bit, and then Bakugou and Endeavor made an even MORE passionate attempt to blow up Tomura, which may or may not have done some actual damage. The chapter ended with Gigantomachia battling Mt. Lady, just kinda out of the blue, which is FINE, but she had better be all right, though!

Today on BnHA: Everyone is all “WAUGHH IT’S GIGANTOMACHIA” and running around freaking out about it. The U.A. alums all kick some ass, and pretty much everyone else not from U.A. does jack fucking shit. Mt. Lady, who I plan on naming all of my future children after, does her best to stop Machia but he keeps flinging her aside. Kamui Woods is all “here I come with Midnight to put Gigantomachia to sleep!” and is PROMPTLY FUCKING MURDERED!? by Dabi because he’s a flammable tree man, and so Midnight falls all the way to the ground and is badly injured. So then she’s all “well I better call the most competent person I can think of to fix this mess” and dials up YAOYOROZU FUCKING MOMO, who proceeds to take charge LIKE THE BOSS SHE IS, and mobilizes the rest of the kids. And honestly I have more faith in them than in any of the adults at this point, so yeah, you know what? Let’s do this.

so I am possibly a bit spoiled on this chapter because I did a “top five predictions” post earlier this week, and someone replied to that yesterday on Thursday saying that they were mostly correct. I don’t know exactly how close to the mark I was though, and in any case most of the predictions were just “so-and-so shows up, probably”, so it’s not too bad. we’ll see how it goes!

OH THANK GOD MY BABIES ARE SAFE

I mean, CLEARLY they’re all about to be in horrible danger, seeing as Jirou is about to inform them of the whole “THE BIG GUY EVERYONE WAS AFRAID ABOUT WAKING UP WOKE UP” thing, but in the meantime at least Kami and Toadette and Honenuki made it back to the group safely

also Kaminari’s use of “Jirou-Jack” here is fucking inspired and I want him to teach a class on nicknames. isn’t he the one who coined “Yaomomo” as well? this boy has a gift and it needs to be appreciated

so Jirou is all “SOMETHING REALLY BIG IS COMING”, and actually she says “INSANELY HUGE”, which if anything is still an understatement, hard as it is to believe

WOW

“A BAD GUY IS HEADING THIS WAY?? SOUNDS LIKE IT’S TIME TO ABANDON THE CHILDREN IN THE WOODS” kjlfakh okay you know what?? fine!! you weren’t even going to do anything anyway so let’s not pretend!!

holy shit it’s like Mt. Lady isn’t even there

look at those speed lines!! goddamn. I just felt this huge rush of empathy for Mt. Lady though. like can you imagine growing up with this super-destructive quirk, and managing to become a hero with it against all odds, and having to put up with the manga making fun of you all the time just because sometimes you have a tendency to DESTROY A LOT OF STUFF, but it’s not like you can help it!! but the upside has always been that when your quirk is on, you are fucking UNSTOPPABLE though. so even though it’s been a hell of a rough ride for you, it’s worth it because you’re a complete badass and the number of people who can beat you out in terms of sheer physical strength is probably in the single digits. and you’re working really hard too, and lately you’ve been moving up through the ranks and actually becoming a damn fine hero if I do say so myself (and I do), and it’s like, about time though?? like finally, finally it is all starting to come together for you. and then this snarling trashrock person suddenly comes stampeding along and you put your all into trying to stop him, and it doesn’t even do a damn thing. like, holy shit. that’s just not fucking fair and YOU DESERVE BETTER, MT. LADY

anyway so she’s still hanging in there for now though so let’s check in with our villain squad riding on his back

lmaooo they’re all “I don’t even understand what is going on here”

YOU GUYS, THIS IMPLIES THAT THEY WERE ALL PLUCKED OFF THE GROUND BY THE SCRUFFS OF THEIR NECKS AND THEY HAD ABSOLUTELY NO SAY IN THE MATTER OMG. like I’m picturing Spinner being held by his cape pinched in between Machia’s thumb and forefinger, and awkwardly trying to lecture him like a mom with his hands on his hips all, “BAD GIGANTOMACHIA! NO! NOOOUAGH -- !” and cutting off with a yelp as he’s dropped onto his back

and I am glad they got Toga some clothes! I like to think Gigantomachia grabbed those for her as well. so thoughtful

wow Skeptic actually wants to go back to Re-Destro??

color me legit impressed. I underestimated your loyalty my dude. and let me also just take this moment to extend my gratitude toward Horikoshi for leaving the rest of the MLA out of it because good fucking riddance to them, goodbye forever hopefully!!

I guess they’ll be needing Skeptic’s quirk down the line for some reason? maybe he is meant to be like a new, less out-of-control Twice. smdh y’all out here trying to replace your dead buddy like a pet goldfish

who is this “they” Dabi is referring to

do you mean the heroes? lol yeah I guess they’re pretty distracted by the literal fucking kaijuu you’re currently piggybacking on

SIGH

“the Jakku team must’ve made a mistake” BOY, I’LL SAY. you know what, don’t even talk to me about that yet. it’s still too fresh. suffice it to say that your suspicions are correct and things in Jakku are not very daijobu right about now

anyway here’s a closeup of this bubble person just cuz

they are everything and I want them to be my friend. also there’s a squid person a few paces behind them who can probably do anything a squid can do. or they might actually be a shark person, actually. I don’t know. either way I love them

GETEN PLEASE GO AWAY

WE ARE PHASING OUT THE MLA!! MOVING FORWARD IT’S ORIGINAL LOV ONLY!! I’M SORRY BUT YOU DIDN’T MAKE THE CUT. we already have an ice character so shoo

OH DAMN MY MAN CEMENTOSS HAS HAD ENOUGH OF HIS NONSENSE TOO AHHHH YESS

1) hey so Cementoss is legit terrifying who’d’ve thought

and 2), did Cementoss always have a mouthful of gigantic perfect teeth each the size of a slice of bread, or is this just something I’m only noticing now because I’m behind the curve. either way, let me just say sincerely, DKJDLKFJLSKJG

RE-DESTRO YOU GO AWAY TOO!!

@waywardfacegarden​ you asked the other day which are the characters I actually dislike, and this is one of them lol. he’s just a big ol’ prick, and on top of that has the audacity to not even be interesting in any way so as to balance it out. anyway so apologies to any Re-Destro stans out there but I basically spend every panel he’s in hoping that someone will punch him in the face hard enough to finally make him shut up

anyway so my man Edgeshot is here though, finally!! but of all the people for him to fight! this is a real predicament for me. the most soothing character in the series contrasted with the character who grates my nerves the most. Edgeshot’s sexy ASMR voice is gonna be drowned out by all of RD’s punching and self-important ranting in the anime and I’m lowkey devastated but I’m gonna pull myself together and read on

SPEAKING OF SELF-IMPORTANT RANTING

Edge, if you can liberate us from having to put up with his insufferable ass once and for all I will be so grateful to you. can you do this. please. for me

and it looks like some other boring MLA villains are following along behind Machia so I’m gonna need someone to kick their asses as well. please

-- YESSSSSS

okay so now I see what that comment on my prediction post was referring to lol. I did indeed have my fingers crossed that these two would show up again, and sure enough! THE GANG’S ALL HERE YAY

and Mt. Lady is being sumoed aside!

anyone want tonight’s lotto numbers. during this brief fleeting moment of having my predictions be actually credible, I would just like to say that Hagakure is the U.A. traitor. thank you and goodnight

OH NO KAMUI IS WORRIED

HE LOOKS SO PANICKED?? OUT OF THE BLUE I SHIP IT SO MUCH?? I keep forgetting they’re on the same team and stuff and wow, I need to calm down

LOL MIDNIGHT IS ALL “NO TIME FOR SHIPS!!”

I wonder if her quirk will actually be enough to take him down? this is something I’ve been itching to see for a long time, actually. just how powerful is she? we know her quirk is more effective on males than females, but is anyone actually capable of resisting it? imagine if she really did just knock Gigantomachia out after all of this buildup. that would be some god-tier shit omg, DO IT

(ETA: I am just going to assume that since Horikoshi had to go to elaborate lengths to take her out of the fight, this means that her quirk really was capable of knocking them all out. another tragic case of Too Badass For The Plot. y’all better respect Midnight.)

YESSSSSSSS

is she stripping. you know what -- don’t think about it. I won’t let you ruin this for me Horikoshi. Midnight’s gonna be a badass because the ladies are fucking ruling this arc and that’s all there is to it

NOOOOOO

DABI GET BACK HERE I JUST WANT TO TALK!!

oh thank god, she’s all right. BUT KAMUI ISN’T THOUGH DLKJSFLKSJDG??!

did Kamui Woods just... die

(ETA: okay but for real, is there an actual curse in effect on the Billboard Top Ten right now, though?? did one of them accidentally disturb the tomb of some ancient king??)

...

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oH MY GOD!?!

NOOOOOOO WHY ARE YOU SO QUICK TO SLEEP ON MAJESTIC, LET’S SEE IF THEY CAN DO IT!! GIVE US MAJESTIC GOD DAMMIT

(ETA: Horikoshi is seriously just yanking our chain at this point. when Majestic finally does show up, he or she better have the coolest fucking quirk of all time, that’s all I’m saying.)

okay how badly injured is Midnight here, though?? she just fell all that way?? DO I NEED TO BE REALLY MAD. I CAN WORK MY WAY UP TO IT PRETTY QUICKLY, JUST SAY THE WORD. I’M ALREADY HALFWAY THERE HONESTLY. WHERE’S KAMUI WOODS

!!!!!!!!!!!

AND JUST LIKE THAT MY ANGER EVAPORATES INTO THE NIGHT, YESSSSSSSSS!! MOMOOOOO

holy shit. “a quirk that can stop that thing,” she says. and goes and calls YAOYOROZU FUCKING MOMO y’all I am barely holding myself back from SCREAMING right now I...

you guys

you guys. if Midnight and Yaomomo team up to take down Gigantofuckingmachia using some sort of MOMO MADE A MACHINE TO SPREAD MIDNIGHT’S QUIRK strategy, or whatnot?? I will fucking die on the spot. you can end the manga right there. Kacchan you can keep your quirk I don’t even care

“IT MIGHT BE AGAINST THE LAW” lmaooooo insert John Mulaney “WE’RE WELL PAST THAT” gif here. holy shit. listen, that is fine. if anything it’s even better

WHAT THE FUCK

DO I NEED TO START GETTING REALLY MAD AGAIN!?!?! FUCKING WHIPLASH, IS WHAT THIS IS, BUT YOU JUST TELL ME WHAT SORT OF OVER-THE-TOP REACTION IS NEEDED HERE AND I’LL GO FOR IT

(((( ;°Д°))))

[GRABS HORIKOSHI BY THE COLLAR] listen, you. if you only just now, for the first time ever, gave us a lady hero actually mentoring another lady hero, which we have somehow NEVER HAD BEFORE in almost three hundred chapters, only for you to then KILL OFF THE MENTOR IN THE MIDDLE OF HER GODDAMN SPEECH TO THE MENTOREE, I will... there’s... I’ll... okay, listen. DON’T. THERE WILL BE A RECKONING. CAPSLOCK SUCH AS THIS WORLD HAS NEVER WITNESSED!!

ヽ(#ﾟДﾟ)ﾉ┌┛

I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO REACT TO ANYTHING IN THIS CHAPTER AND I’M LOSING MY MIND OVER IT

so the other kids are all “what the fuck” and “so Momo’s in charge??” which, YES!!! IT’S THE ONE GOOD PART ABOUT ALL THIS SO DON’T YOU DARE QUESTION IT

MOMO NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE CRIPPLED BY YOUR ANXIETY, YOU CAN DO THIS GIRL I BELIEVE IN YOU

hell, it’s not even just an “I believe in you” thing, because it’s not just belief, it’s fact. you motherfucking can do this, you are the most capable and brilliant student in 1-A, you just gotta have faith and let yourself shine!!

so now there are some more panels of Machia running and the villains and heroes fighting, blah blah blah. and Momo screwing up her face as she makes her decision...

YESSSSSSSSS

my baby girl is all grown up and TAKING THESE MOTHERFUCKIN REINS and MOMO I WILL LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR YOU JUST SAY THE WORD!!

lol she’s all “Jirou use your ears and scientifically calculate how long it’ll take him to get here”, and Jirou is all “I can literally fucking see him, he’s gonna be on top of us in like two seconds” WELL OKAY THEN

thank god there are no adult pros left to fuck this up. is that weird that this is a real and honest and completely sincere thought that just ran through my head? like, at this point if any of the adults were around I’d just be afraid of them dying honestly. but with the kids I actually feel real hope that they’re somehow gonna do this. of course it helps that unlike the adults they’re pretty safe from being killed off

also! way to represent the entirety of class 1-B there Honenuki lulz. sorry, The Rest of Class 1-B

OH MY GOD

MT. LADY I WILL LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR YOU AS WELL!! YOU HAVE MY LOVE AND FEALTY!!

I’M STANNING HER SO HARD I’M GONNA EXPLODE SOMEBODY HELP!?!

JIROU SAYS THAT MACHIA HAS SLOWED DOWN!! YOU GUYS I’M ABOUT TO GET “MT. LADY FOR PRESIDENT” TATTOOED ACROSS MY FOREHEAD

lmao at Shouji using his power of “putting some extra eyeballs on my arms” to inform everyone that Gigantomachia is Right Over There and Very Big

good job Shouji

oh my glob I have so much love for Momo right now that it can’t even fucking be contained. brb wildly flailing my hands around a little to try and release some of this excess excitement

maybe Momo can be president instead and Mt. Lady can be the vice president

NO THE CHAPTER IS ENDING I’M NOT READY

AND JUMP IS ON BREAK AGAIN NEXT WEEK TOO, FML!!

okay!!

Kaminari is so fucking brave right now I just want to crush him in a hug?! we know he’s still scared!! look at his eyes!! and he was freaking the hell out earlier too, and now the situation is much worse! but he doesn’t give a fuck because his friends need him! he is ready to be a hero, my little baby boy is all grown up and I’m so proud??

Mineta’s face in the bottom right corner is everything. I know, I know, boooo Mineta, but that’s still the best face anyone has made in the entirety of this manga

Tetsutetsu’s out here all “I humbly request to also represent class 1-B” and Momo is all “okay fine I guess we can have two of you guys”

can we all just stop for a moment to appreciate how KamiJirouMomo is alive and well. like, we had interactions between all three of them in this chapter, in all possible permutations? do you know how happy this makes me?? I am vibrating with joy??!

I really can’t stress this enough -- I have no clue at all what these little soda can things are (anesthetic, I guess??? you know, like how you sometimes buy cans of anesthetic at the supermarket?? what do you mean you don’t do that??), or what they’re gonna do with them. I have like negative clues. but DAMNED IF I GIVE ONE SINGLE FUCK. the next chapter can be them all fucking hurling them at his face for all I care. THE DETAILS OF HOW SHE KICKS HIS ASS DO NOT MATTER!! GOOD MORNING TO YAOMOMO AND YAOMOMO ONLY!! MY MOMO ACADEMIA

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