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nnaminxz · 5 months

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“𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞 𝕲𝖎𝖗𝖑𝖘 𝕯𝖔𝖓’𝖙 𝕮𝖗𝖞“

↳ 𝔰𝔲𝔤𝔲𝔯𝔲 𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔬

⤑ 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: smut & angst

⤑ 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: if the saying is “misery loves company” why isn’t Suguru happy right now?

⤑ 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰: Gojo Satoru slander I’m sorry but I had too, I love him very much tho, sad feelings, sad reader, suguru is kind of ass too, maybe a lil ooc but it’s fanfic so don’t attack me, vaginal sex, riding, the ending may be dumb but it’s whatever, minors dni

⤑ 𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢: I wrote this for an another fandom a WHILE ago and always wanted to redo it so I thought why not redo it for my first jjk fic. I hope you guys enjoy this is my first time posting for this fandom so I’m vv nervous/excited. Pls be kind

Suguru always thought this would make him happy.

Seeing you around campus with Satoru made him angry enough, so he just knew that when the inevitable happened and Satoru started acting like well—Satoru again the sight was guaranteed to bring much happiness to his heart.

He knew it was sick, that he wanted to see whatever you and Satoru had going on fail but Suguru couldn't help it.

None of it mattered though because it didn’t happen.

Suguru sat in the same place for two hours watching the two of you—waiting for the feeling of bitter happiness to fill his bones but it never came.

In fact, it was the exact opposite.

Watching you fight to get Satoru’s attention made him sad. Seeing how no matter what you did he would rather pay more attention to everyone else made Suguru angry. And watching you finally leave the room and the other boy not even bat an eye made him furious.

If he was truly surprised or even thought the other boy would care, Suguru would’ve went over to him and said something but it wasn’t worth it. Satoru was just like him.

An idiot.

A dumbass.

They couldn’t tell when they had a good thing even if it’d slapped them across the face.

“Where you going?” Haibara questions as Suguru stands to his feet.

“Need a smoke,”

“Ah,” The other boy nodded his head. “Are you having fun?”

Suguru decides to lie again. The happiness on his friends face to pure to ruin with his sour mood.

“I told you coming out tonight would be a good idea.”

“Yeah,” Suguru fakes a grin. “I’ll be back.” He took the pack of cigarettes out his pocket waving them before walking away.

Suguru easily maneuvers his way through the thick crowd until he was standing on the back porch. The screen door shut with a thud causing you to swiftly snap around. There was a hopeful and expectant look on your face but when you saw it was him all that fell as you turned back around.

“Well, hello to you too,” Suguru jokes trying to hide the actual physical pain he was feeling in his heart.

That used to be him you were so eager to see.

“What do you want?” You huffed softly.

“Needed a smoke.”

The way you turned to look at him with such concern almost made Suguru laugh. Here you were angry at him, going through your own shit, and still somehow harbored enough care to be concerned with his health.

“I though you quit?”

Suguru plops down next to you pulling the carton out his pocket flipping the cap open. “I did.” He says showing you the empty pack..

“You carry around an empty pack?”

“It’s a good way for me to make an exit,”

You left out a long sigh. “I looked that pitiful huh?”

“You don’t look pitiful. He just looks stupid.”

Though you didn’t say anything back you didn’t need to for Suguru to already know what you were thinking. He knew you like the back of his hand and no doubt you were beating yourself up, angry with yourself when in reality you should’ve been focused on the one who deserved it.

“I’m so stupid,” You whisper and its so low that it Suguru wasn’t already so hyper-focused on your very existence he would’ve probably missed it.

“No, you’re not.”

“You told me he was like this.”

“People told you about me and you still gave me a chance,”

“So I am stupid.”

“You’re trusting,” Suguru counters. “You give people the benefit of the doubt.”

“why is it that trusting people always end up looking stupid?”

“because others take advantage of it.”

Something he knew all to well.

You both fall silent again. The only noise filling the space are the sounds of nature and the muffled thumping music that escaped the noisy house. Suguru looks over at you wishing there was something he could to do. Something he could say. Seeing you like this hurt him.

He hated seeing you cry.

He felt like dying when you were upset.

But it also hurt to see you happy so Suguru wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted.

All this shit was so weird. An uncharted territory before you came along.

Every time the screen door would creak open you’d twist around to see if it was him and every time you ended up turning back around in disappointment. As your disappointment grew, so did Suguru’s anger.

You only deserved the best things in life. None of this push and pull, ‘I’m here but around others I’m not’ bullshit.

Suguru was such a hypocrite.

Here he was furious with Satoru when he used to just as much of an asshole to you as well. He too would push and pull right until he pushed you away completely.

“I’m sorry,” He quietly apologizes. If he’d just gotten his act together sooner there would be no you and Satoru. You wouldn’t be sad and he would still have you.

You shake your head softly shushing him. “Not right now please,” You say. “Can you take me home? I just really want to go back home.”

Without saying anything else Suguru nodded. As both of you were walking to his car you passed a big window. Sadly it was a clear shot to Satoru who now had another girl seated next to him in your place.

Not only had he not noticed your absence but that easily he’d replaced you.

“He’s such a fucking ass.”

“Yeah,” You agree. “Let’s just go,”

Suguru had evert urge to go in there and go off but when he looked back over you were already halfway to his car so he kept it moving. Satoru wasn’t worth it anyway. He was just another dick who thought way too much of himself.

Satoru didn’t deserve you.

Neither did Suguru.

One in the car Suguru sent Haibara a quick message saying he was going home before shifting the car into gear.

As expected the drive was silent. There wasn’t much to say. As much as Suguru wanted to comfort you he didn’t know what to do even if he did you probably wouldn’t want to hear it from him. Why would you?

Suguru knew every route to and from your apartment but decided to take the longest one. If you noticed you didn’t say anything. All you did was keep quiet as you looked out the window.

You stayed that way until he pulled up to you complex. Before getting out of the car you whisper as soft thank you and force a smile.

“yeah, no problem,” Suguru murmurs.

He’s about to pull away when out the corner of his eye he spots your small tube of lip gloss sitting in his cup holder. You had a million of them and even thought you probably wouldn’t even realize this one was missing Suguru still found himself on a journey to your front door.

Who know this could’ve been your favorite one.

The one in the pink tube was your favorite actually.

But Suguru already knew that.

“You left this,” Suguru says once you open the door.

“Thanks,” You mutter grabbing it from his hand. “I have a million in this flavor.”

“I know.”

For the first time tonight a genuine smile filled your lips. It was small and not the one he was used to seeing but for right now it would do. It was better than nothing.

Though your eyes were sad and bloodshot you were still as beautiful as ever to him.

“Please don’t cry over him. He doesn’t deserve your tears.”

“I just want something real,” You say in a small voice your arms wrapping around your body.

“What we had was real.”

“You were just like him.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry,” Suguru adds, his voice wavering as he tries to get out the words. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“I know,” you say this time.

Suguru is walking away when you call out his name. As soon as he turns back around your lips are on his. He’s shocked for a moment, standing there with wide eyes, but quickly he fall back into your old routine. His heart is pounding so hard against his chest and Suguru wonder if you could feel it as well.

With every kiss he pulls you closer to him. It’s been months since he’d last had you this close and Suguru didn’t want it to end any time soon. He missed this, the soft breaths that escape you, the fruity taste of your lip gloss, the way your hands cradle his face.

Slowly your hands roam from his face to his jacket and then finally when they land on his belt Suguru forces himself to pull away.

Suguru lets out a sigh resting his forehead against yours. “We can’t.” He mutters.

He wanted you but not this way. Not when you were like this.

“Why?”

“You’re….” his voice trails off.

“I’m sober,”

“You’re sad.” He counters.

You give him a shrug. “ I want this. I need this.”

Suguru knows what this was. A rebound fuck. Simply a way for you to get back at Satoru in your mind but couldn’t bring himself to care as he kisses you again. He knows this was going to hurt in the morning but he’d deal with that when it came.

A satisfied moan leaves your lips. “Please,” You beg and Suguru nods, not even needing to know what exactly you were asking for because he already was prepared to give you everything.

Reaching behind him Suguru pushed the front door closed. “Where?” Without saying anything you guided him both over to the couch lightly pushing him down before climbing on top.

You pulled off your dress and without a second thought, Suguru hands find their way to your breast, lifting the mounds out of the cups. His tongue gently swipes over both nipples before picking one to suck on while he twisted the other between his fingers.

“Fuck,” Soft moans escape your plump lips as you arch further into him. “It’s always about him.”

Suguru pulls away for a brief moment and shushes you before taking in the other nipple. He didn’t want to hear about you and Satoru. The thoughts tortured him enough.

It did bring him a sick satisfaction to know that Satoru was a lazy lover.

“M’sorry,”

“Don’t be. This is just about us right now.”

You nod, pressing your fingers underneath Suguru’s chin as lift up his head so you could kiss him again. Suguru’s hands were everywhere. From your ass to your stomach, your thighs, he couldn’t get enough.

“Touch me,” You command.

Suguru happily listens, his fingers easily finding their way into your panties. You were already so wet. The juices soaking him with just a few movements. His fingers dances across your clit pulling airy groans from your mouth. To him you look so beautiful, your head tossed back, eyes fluttering, as your hips rocks into his fingers.

“Need you in me.”

“Wanna taste you.”

You shake your head, big glossy needy eyes focused on him. “Next time maybe.”

His heart jumps at the words ‘next time’. Suguru really hopes there is a next time. Not even for the sex. He just wanted you.

You lift up allowing Suguru the room to pull his pants down. After pulling your own panties to the side you grab his cock and align it before sinking down.

Groans leave both of your mouths and before Suguru can even collect his thoughts you began to bounce up and down. Suguru isn’t even sure were to focus. Your bouncing breast, the perfect contortions of your face, or the lewd scene between your legs.

He leans forward and takes your nipple into his mouth again. You felt so good. So wet. So warm. The tight grip on his hair only sending more pleasure through his body while you alternate between bouncing and grinding. Your eyes were closed and you weren’t focused on anything but yourself.

You were using him but none of that mattered.

“Suguru,” you whine, finally looking at him. “feels so good. It feels so good.”

“Only ever want to make you feel good y/n,”

Suguru says it so quietly that he wasn’t even sure you’d heard or if you did you’d understood what exactly he meant but when your eyes began to water again Suguru knew you had.

You hide your face into the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around him. When your hips began to falter in pace Suguru knows your close. Once your pussy tightens and your legs begin to shake, Suguru lets himself fall apart too.

You both stay like that. Breathing labored wrapped in each other's arms not saying anything. You stay that way until he hears your little sniffles and feels the tears falling onto his shoulder.

“Don’t cry. Pretty girls don’t cry.”

“Then stop making me.”

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craftycheetah · 2 years

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Vigil

A/n: Another collab with my tumblr bestie @endeavours-jockstrap.

Tags:pro hero AU, rivals with benefits, bdsm

CW: male masturbation, sexual fantasies, Dom/Sub dynamics, bondage,face slapping, pussy spanking, hate sex(kind of, can be seen as dub-con its really not tho), cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, aftercare, pet names(bunny), choking, aftercare

WC: 8.9k

Taglist: @shibuyawardnetwork @hanayanetwork @planetonet @http-404-error-unknown

Shinsou wants to either die or sleep. Whichever comes first.

He trudges into his apartment just at the break of Dawn after the longest night patrol ever—seriously, fuck this shit.

He drops his duffel bag, takes off his shirt, and collapses onto the couch for those precious three hours a night of sleep.

It feels like he only just fell asleep when he hears his phone beep. He feels his fucking eyeballs clench when he fishes the phone out of his pocket and squints at the name.

“Fuck” he answers it, “Hello?”

‘Briefing in thirty minutes,’ Aizawa says plainly, then hangs up.

Shinsou has a mini tantrum and flails so hard that he falls onto the hardwood floor. But he has to get up eventually and go to this stupid meeting.

“Morning Shinsou,” a sidekick greets

“Don’t perceive me,” Shinsou growls, gripping his patent black and purple MindJack™️ thermos so hard he’s sure it’s cracked.

He marches right up to the elevator, punches the top floor button a few times out of frustration, and chugs his black coffee.

The briefing has already started, so he just slinks into the seat next to some random young hero and watches the slideshow.

“What’d I miss?” He whispers to the guy

“Just something quick, some villains and vigilantes we’ve got to keep an eye out for.”

Shinsou nods half listening and already falling asleep with his head in his hand.

Aizawa presses the remote again, and the following figure comes into view. Some cute chick with long braids and a mildly annoyed expression standing on top of a big building with a silver baseball bat.

‘She’s cute. I’d hit that,’ Shinsou thinks.

He doesn’t realize everyone is looking at him weird

“What did you just say?” Aizawa cocks a brow

Wait, did he say that out loud?

The guy next to him is trying so hard to hold in his laugh

“Uhhhh, I thought we were playing smash or pass,” Shinsou laughs nervously

Aizawa just shakes his head and mutters a quiet ‘idiot’ before turning back to the presentation

Shinsou buries his face in his hands, “I’m so tired.”

The guy next to him leans over, “Not gonna lie, I’d hit that too.”

“Please leave me alone.”

Aizawa keeps him behind after the briefing, slapping the folder on the table.

“So….smash or pass?”

Shinsou resists flipping him off, “Look, I’m exhausted because someone didn’t let me sleep after an all-nighter.”

“That’s crazy, anyway, since you’re so keen on hitting her, you’re assigned to bring her in. She usually operates downtown. Good luck”

“What’s her quirk?” Shinsou asks while looking through the folder.

“We’re not sure yet. But she’s skilled in hand to hand so be careful.”

“How hard could it be?”

And now here he is, sitting on top of some cafe with a warm coffee in his hand and his voice modulation mask around his neck.

“Fuck I need a nap,” he groans before sipping the coffee, “Needs more sugar.” He says, even though there’re already ten packets in there.

It’s a slow Saturday. He’s watching people down below go about their day. He’s even caught a few walks of shame.

“Must be fucking nice,” he mumbles when he sees one girl holding up her sparkly dress with one arm and her shoes under the other. She had a good night.

He hasn’t been laid in over a year, and it’s starting to get to him.

Stupid hero work.

The sound of police sirens tore him away from his coffee as police cars raced towards a bank maybe two blocks from him. Yet, nobody besides him noticed a figure jumping from rooftop to rooftop away from the scene.

Using his capture weapon, he swung from his spot above the cafe after the hooded figure. Landing on the rooftop they just leaped on, Hitoshi shot his capture weapon at the thief. “Stop!” he growls, wishing to get this over with so he could go get some sleep.

Staring at the villain, he noticed them wave their hands as the weapon missed them completely and fell to the floor, not responding to Hitoshi's movements. What the hell?!

“So this is the hero supposed to catch me? Guess robbing a bank does draw attention.”

“Save it for jail, Villain.”

“How can you catch me without any handcuffs or a weapon, ‘hero’?”

Turning around, you grin wickedly as Hitoshi recognizes you from the debriefing.

“Catch you around,” you snicker before jumping off the roof.

“Wait!” he shouts, running after you, and looking at the alleyway, only to see no trace of you.

“What the fuck?” Shinsou groans. There’s no way you disappeared into fucking thin air. Maybe that’s your quirk?

He picks up his scarf and examines it. Why didn’t it work on you before? It was as if it just…gave up.”

He scratches his neck and realizes his mask is still around it. So he forgot to use his quirk…..

“I just want to fucking sleep!” He yells into the air before stomping away to finish his patrol.

The following Monday, he’s on evening patrol with the same over-sweetened coffee order. Monday nights are usually quieter, with people resting up for work the next day. Well, they would be calmer if he didn’t have a partner as loud as a foghorn.

“I’m so frickin’ excited to be in this part of town!” Tetsu beams, knocking his knuckles together, “Usually I’m stuck with Red but wow I can’t believe I’m with you. You’re so cool, bro. And the view up here is awesome!”

“Mhm. Thanks. Let’s just be a little quieter. I kinda got a headache.”

“Oh yeah, right. No problem!”

It lasts all of two minutes before Tetsutetsu starts rambling on about something that makes Shinsou’s eye twitch. He could just use his quirk, but that would be a dick move, so he endures. Scanning the streets below, he notices a hooded figure walking away from a jewelry store. The items in their open duffel bag shimmered in the light before dashing as the alarms went off.

“Oooh, first catch of the night!” Tetsu grins, hardening his skin and jumping off the roof towards the figure that appeared on the roof, two buildings over. “Let's go!”

“Be careful—fucking idiot,” Shinsou scoffs, running after him.

Shinsou unravels his scarf and launches the end at you, but just like the other day, it misses you completely and falls flat to the ground, refusing to move.

“What the hell?” He tugs it, but it doesn’t budge, “How are they doing that?”

“I don't know what's wrong with your scarf, but we'll stop them with good old-fashioned brute force!”

As Tetsu slammed into the concrete roof, you jumped onto the next building, tripping over your feet and nearly falling.

“Gotcha,” Tetsu smirks, getting ready to jump at you, skin silver and hardened. You hold your hand out, and he freezes mid-air.

“Wha—what’s going on?” He stammers as he flails helplessly. “Mindjack?!”

Shinsou watches from afar as you flick your wrist, and Tetsu is tossed at him. He manages to jump out of the way before he gets crushed. Staring at Tetsu and your outstretched hand, his eyes are wide as saucers as Tetsutetsu gets up and starts swinging at him. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know?!” Tetsu yells back, still swinging, “I can’t move my body, it’s like….I’m not in charge of it.”

You wave two fingers, and he kicks at Shinsou, managing to just nudge his ribs.

Shinsou thinks through the options of what your quirk could be and how he could stop it. You didn’t do it to him, so what makes Tetsu so unique? He glances at your moving hands, then at Tetsu, who’s still bright silver. Maybe—

“I'm sorry for this Real Steel.”

“Sorry for w—” his eyes go white.

“Turn off your quirk.”

Tetsutetsu goes back to his regular lightly tanned self. As Shinsou expected, he falls to the floor, no longer being controlled.

“Dammit,” you whisper.

“I’ve figured you out!” Shinsou yells at you. “Not so tough now!”

Rolling your eyes beneath your mask, you flip him off before running towards the other rooftops and jumping into an alley. Shinsou chases after you, but when he looks down, you’re already gone.

“Fuck!” He tugs his hair in frustration. “How the hell does she keep doing that?!”

He goes back to a dazed Tetsutetsu, “Hey, you okay?”

“I think so, your quirk is super weird bro. It’s like everything—”

“Goes purple and white, yeah I know. Whatever. Can we get back to patrol so I can just get some sleep?!”

“You don’t have to yell at me,” Tetsu mutters.

“Listen, I haven’t slept in three days, three! And now Aizawa won’t let me until I catch fucking metal woman over here who, apparently, is some fucking Houdini and just disappears into thin air,” he presses the communicator in his ear, “Eraserhead? Her quirk is metal control. There, now it’s registered. Can I go sleep now?”

‘Roger that,’ Aizawa’s voice sounds in his ear, ‘I’m assuming you caught her then?’

Shinsou punches the air a few times, “Negative. She got away.”

‘You know what that means then’ The static stops crackling, indicating Aizawa was offline.

“I’m going to kill him. I’m seriously going to kill him.” Shinsou groans and picks up his scarf, “Let’s go.”

“Roger that!” Tetsu springs up, already feeling better.

“Where do you and Red get all this fucking energy?”

“Cause life is the best booster shot.”

“……..ok.”

“Good morning, MindJack!” A sidekick greets Shinsou when he enters the agency, “You look…….how are you?”

“Exhausted,” he grits out, stepping into the elevator and punching the top floor button.

When it opens, Aizawa is already waiting for him in the hallway.

“Morning,” he nods.

Shinsou just walks past him.

“Someone had a long night.”

“Oh? Oh! ‘Long night’, he says, the same person who’s been making me bust my ass for the past week. I’m living off 3 hours of sleep, sugar, and cheap coffee.”

“You get used to it, kid.”

“Don’t fucking call me kid, I’m a grown-ass twenty-two-year-old man.”

“Who still sleeps in cat boxers and Mr. Snoozy the bear.”

“Fuck you da—Eraserhead. He doesn’t sleep on my bed anymore.”

“Uh-huh. Anyway, got a new side mission for you.”

“Finally! What is it?”

Aizawa holds up a yellow folder, “Undercover at Lilac Gardens. Some villains have been spotted going in there a few times so I want you to investigate tonight.”

“Lilac Gardens huh? Sounds cute. I’ll check it out.”

After a long day of paperwork, Shinsou gets ready to go to the Lilac Garden on the other side of town. He tries his best to look inconspicuous in his leather jacket, black band t-shirt, dark ripped jeans, and a black beanie to hide his bright hair.

The outside is dark, with the name in purple neon lights on the front. He pushes the door open and immediately regrets it.

“Fuck me,” he sighs wearily and walks in. The name does not match the interior. It’s seedy as hell and crawling with villains. Maybe he should’ve brought backup.

He walks up to the bar, tugging his black mask down.

“Whaddya want?” The bartender asks, putting her hand on her hip.

That voice. It can't be. Looking up at the bartender, he hid the shock behind his eyes as he looked at the woman he’d been hunting for the past week.

“Dude, I don’t have all night,” you tell him, “Order or get the fuck out.”

He squints and scans the options on the shelves behind you, “Rum and coke. Aren’t you supposed to check I.D before serving customers?”

“Ew, you a cop or something? ”

The clamoring of the bar stops to a standstill as they await his response, your piercing glare the only thing in front of him.

“Nope. Just….new to this side of town.”

Much to his relief, the regular ambiance returns.

“... right. Rum and coke.”

He exhales when you turn around and start making the drink, waving your fingers to float the spoons and tumblers.

“Neat trick,” He comments, “What’s your quirk?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” you put the drink in front of him, “Not a good idea here.”

“Seems like I should be, considering I'm arresting you after your shift,” he whispers low enough for you to hear.

You squint, looking him over, “Ah fuck, you found me. Try anything funny and everyone in here will skin you alive.”

Shinsou takes the drink and sniffs it, “You’re not slick, what’s in here?”

You shrug, “Don’t worry, it won’t kill you.”

He puts the drink aside. “I don't trust you. Did you poison it?”

“Maybe. Now, you can stay here and do whatever it is you're supposed to do or get out.”

“As long as I catch you, I finish two missions at the same time and I finally get to sleep.”

“Damn they’re putting you through the wringer, huh? You look dead. Tragic.”

He rolls his eyes, “Can I have an actual drink?”

“I don’t serve narcs. You want a drink, the toilets are filled with piss by now, enjoy.”

“God, you’re a bitch.”

“You flatter me,” you faux swoon, “I did some research on you, y’know? Pro Hero MindJack. Lame ass name by the way.”

“So you know I could make you walk out of here handcuffed with no resistance?”

“Why haven’t you?”

That’s a good question. Why hasn't he used his quirk on the girl before him? Maybe he wanted to chase her and arrest her the ‘old-fashioned way’, or perhaps it was something else.

“Also, can’t use metal, dumbass.” You wiggle your finger at a spoon on the counter, and it twists into a curled ball, “That scarf of yours has some kind of alloy in it. Imagine my fucking surprise when I found that out.”

“So….. you had no idea that would work and just went for it?”

You shrug and move from behind the counter to pack up some glasses from the tables, then come back.

“So how long have you been doing this?”

“Bartending? About three years now.” You say while loading the dishwasher.

“And petty crimes?”

“A year. Bartending wasn’t cutting it.”

“Is it interesting? Any stories to tell?”

“Like I warned you earlier, quit asking questions. It won't end well.”

“I’m trying to fit in.”

“Ugh,” you put a pint glass down and spray something pale yellow and fizzy from the nozzle into it, “Here, drink this and shut up.”

“What is it?”

“Ginger Ale.”

Hitoshi sniffs, then sips, wincing at the tang from the bubbles, “Wow, tastes like medicine.”

“Ginger ale is used as ‘medicine’ in some cultures. Great for sore throats which I’m sure you have considering your quirk and all.”

Looking at the glass, Hitoshi raised his hand to grab it and tilted his head back, sleeve falling towards his elbow, revealing a sea and a venomous cobra inked onto his left arm and the words ‘don't talk to me’ on his neck in big black letters.

You reach out and lightly poke his bobbing Adam’s apple. He snorts and chokes, drawing a few stares from some patrons.

“What was that for?!” He hisses, wiping his nose with his jacket sleeve.

“No reason, just felt like it,” you laugh. “Worth it though considering you’re planning on arresting me.”

Oh right…. That’s still supposed to happen.

Rolling his eyes, he gives you a sliver of a smile when he hears your laugh. Fuck, that's adorable. Adorable? She's a villain. You can't fall in love with a villain. Right?

“Anyway MindFuck, my shift is almost over. So you wanna catch me outside or cause a scene here and risk it all?”

He glances around at the numerous villains whose faces he’d always seen in folders and on screens.

“Outside works,” he settles.

“Good choice.”

A little while later, another girl comes in to relieve you of your duties. You take off your apron and hand it to her before stepping out from behind the bar.

“Alright, the safest place for you to work is the roof so—“ you point to the ceiling and quickly disappear into the back room.

Hitoshi drops a couple of bills on the counter and rushes outside, looking up at the roof.

“Better hurry up, MindFuck!” You yell down at him.

“It’s MindJack!” He yells back.

“Probably shouldn’t be saying it out loud like that in front of the bar, stupid.” Your face backs out of view.

“Dammit.” He unravels the scarf around his neck and shoots it towards a nearby lampost, the end wrapping itself around the hanger. Landing on it, he jumps towards the roof and lands on his feet like a cat.

“Flashy,” you scoff, crossing your arms.

“Are you going to come quietly?”

“Kind of impossible. Don’t you think so?”

He registers the joke and blushes, “I hate you.”

“Damn, my feelings,” You fake hurt and put your hands over your heart, “Anyway, to make it easy for you, I won’t fuck with your scarf. Can’t guarantee you'll beat me though.”

“Hmph. We’ll see. So any more rules?” He asks, thinking he could use his quirk on you, “Before you try to run can I ask you something?”

You stay quiet.

“No response? You were so chatty earlier.

You shrug.

“Yup, you’re the worst.”

You turn on your heel and stand on the edge of the roof. Shinsou steps forward, waiting for your next move.

Turning around, you wink at him before jumping off the ledge and rolling onto the next roof of the building next door. “Catch me if you can MindFreak.”

“Oh, now you talk!” He chases after you.

Grinning wickedly, you keep running, occasionally bending metal out of your way and moving a pipe just before Hitoshi manages to get where you once were.

“How the fuck are you so fast?!” He pants, launching his weapon and instead snagging a piece of pipe you toss at him, “This is destruction of public property y’know?!”

“Not my problem, troll doll!”

Stopping for a moment, Hitoshi glared at your retreating figure before shooting his scarf at the closest thing near you to swing on. Troll doll?! Seriously!

The cat and mouse game continues. You easily dodge his weapon as both of you run across the roofs.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Shinsou grunts, his lungs on fire. He sees his opening when you reach the end of your path and stare down at the busy street, the other ledge too far to jump to.

“Fuck, my back,” he wheezes quietly and catches his breath, “Okay, end of the line, sweetheart. Come with me, you're under arrest. There's nowhere to run.”

You scan through your options, then turn to stare at him and pout before shrugging and holding your hands up in surrender.

Shinsou hesitates. No way you’re giving up that easily, but he’s too tired to care right now.

“I’m kinda sad it’s got to end like this,” you say, “I’ll see you around.”

“Wait….what?”

You wave your hand, and his scarf wraps around his arms and torso, pulling him to the ground.

“Oh come on!” He writhes on the floor, “Forgot about that.”

You walk up and look down at him, a smile on your face, “You a little tied up?”

“Thought you said you won’t fuck with my scarf?”

“I lied.”

You clench your fist, and the scarf tightens around him, “That should hold you for a while. I’ll see ya around.” You walk away from him.

Shinsou wiggles some more, trying to get loose, “You can’t leave me here! Come back. I need to take you in.”

A loose end of his scarf hooks over his mouth, effectively silencing him. Your upside-down face comes into view, “You talk way too much, dude.”

He glares up at you, thick brows furrowed deeply.

“Anyway, this was fun. Maybe we can do this again sometime. Buuuutttt since you wasted my time—“ you squat and start rummaging through his jacket pockets, pulling out his wallet. You open it and scoff, “Really? Nothing? Fucking broke ass. Oooh, who’s this?” You look at the small photo of a tired-looking dark-haired man standing with Shinsou, “Cute, is he your dad? I’d totally bang him.”

He protests and tries to sit up, but you put your boot on his chest and continue tossing the contents onto the floor, only pocketing a few coins. Stealing his beanie, you wink as you step backward away from his tied-up figure.

You throw the wallet on the ground next to him, “Alright, bye MindFuck! See ya around.”

Shinsou tries to yell at you, but the gag around his mouth muffles it. You jump down out of view, and he hears your footsteps running off. He relaxes and stares up at the night sky, wishing he was dead.

Minutes later, he feels the scarf loosen snug for him to get free and stand up. He gathers up his wallet and stuffs it back in his pocket before pulling out his phone. A few taps later and he sees the blinking purple spot. It was a dumb move to steal his beanie, considering he had a tracker in it in case something were to happen to him. But boy, is he grateful you did.

“Gotcha.” He smirks at the screen.

Groaning to himself, he takes out his earbuds, jumps off of the building towards the alley, and walks towards the street. Making his way towards the bus stop, a squeaky voice calls out to him.

“Mommy! Look! It's MindJack!”

“That's right, it is.” The tired woman tells her child.

“Can I have your au-autagaph? I’m your biggest fan!”

Hitoshi smiles tiredly. “Sure kid. What's your name?”

“Kaede.”

“Nice to meet you Kaede. What should I sign?”

Kaede jumps up and down before getting a crude crayon drawing he made of himself and Hitoshi from his little backpack. “Sign this, peez?”

Nodding, he takes out a pen from his utility belt and writes right underneath the purple drawing of him:

‘To Kaede,

My number one fan and future hero.

-MindJack’

Kaede smiles eagerly, hugging Hitoshi's thigh before putting the drawing in his backpack.

“Tank you,” he giggles before running towards his mother, who nods and smiles at Hitoshi.

Hitoshi waves tiredly before stepping into the bus, putting his mask over the lower half of his face, and rides home.

After about twenty minutes, Hitoshi face plants onto his bed, groaning loudly out of exhaustion and stress.

This is all her fucking fault! I swear the next time I see her, I'm gonna—

An image of you on your knees, between his thighs with your eyes rolled back flashes in his mind. No. He shouldn't, but he was so stressed out.

“I just need a shower, Yeah that’s it.” He begrudgingly gets out of bed and strips down to his boxers, tossing his clothes into the already full hamper.

Another image of smooth brown skin tied with black rope flashes behind his eyes.

“No! We’re not doing this!” He yells into the empty apartment.

He takes off his boxers and steps into the shower, letting the almost scalding water run over him.

Sighing gently as the hot water ran over him, he couldn't stop thinking about you despite the self-declaration he had just made. Your laugh, the way your hands move while you’re using your quirk, your pretty face. Everything.

Maybe the exhaustion is finally catching up to him because Hitoshi didn't know when it started. Still, he slowly wrapped his hand around his length, stroking himself to the thought of you on his bed, tied up in a harness made from his scarf at his mercy. The thoughts of you screaming his name mixed with moans and pleas of “faster! Harder!” flooded his senses as he stroked faster before eventually painting his charcoal black shower walls a murky white.

Okay, no big deal, he just jacked off to the thought of having sex with a villain….

That’s normal, right?

He watches the white disappear down the drain and quickly finishes up the shower. He’s still plagued by the thoughts even after he crawls into bed and shuts his eyes to get ready for the few hours he’s going to sleep.

He thinks of how satisfying it’ll be when he finally gets you and takes you into custody. He can almost see the smug look on your face disappear into mild annoyance or maybe fear? Would you struggle? God, he hopes you will just so he can tie you up some more.

“…….dammit!” He hisses and kicks the sheets off when he

suddenly feels too warm. He lays on the bed spread-eagle and stares at the ceiling, forcefully willing himself to go to sleep to no avail.

“I hate her,” he mumbles as he shoves his hands down his boxers and grips himself, stroking it to full hardness, “I hate her.”

He shuts his eyes and thinks of you tied up in front of him, arms behind your back and legs open and bound in a frog tie.

‘You got me,’ fantasy you mocking him, unable to close her legs because of the intricate rope holding them open, ‘Whatcha gonna do now, MindFuck?”

Shinsou fists himself to the thought of fucking you in that same position, his scarf around your neck tight enough to keep you still but not too tight.

Are you a crier or screamer?

A creamer or a squirter?

Do you shake and shiver when you come and gasp his name?

He hopes it’s all of the above. He really does. Not that he’d find out anyway.

The Shinsou in the fantasy pulls out and paints your skin with streaks of white just as he cums in real life, staining his boxers and hand. Maybe you’d let him finish inside to avoid this mess.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his body suddenly too heavy to do anything. He looks at his messy hand and cringes, “This is so fucking dumb.”

“Shinsou….Shinsou? Hitoshi!”

Shinsou snorts awake, lifting his head from the desk to look at Aizawa, “Huh?”

“Sleeping on the job? Thought I raised you better.”

Shinsou yawns loudly, “I’m fucking exhausted. You had me infiltrate a villain's bar without telling me last night.”

“All part of the job kid, you didn’t submit any intel though. Why?”

“I didn’t…..get anything interesting. They drink, eat, and shoot the breeze. I’d wait a while before you try to sting it, I think they were on to me.”

Aizawa hums, “Alright, I’ll take your word for it. What about metal quirk girl? Any news?”

Shinsou swallows dryly, “……no. Nothing yet.”

“That’s too bad, all the best. Hizashi is making your fave tonight, kushikatsu. I’ll leave it in your apartment.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Shinsou smiles.

Aizawa pats his head before leaving the office. As soon as he’s gone, Shinsou pulls out his phone and opens the tracking app, watching the purple dot move around. He’s approximated where you live, but he’s not sure what to do yet. A sting or a solo mission?

He’s already made his decision.

You clutch your phone to your ear while you unlock your apartment door, listening to your sister ramble about her day.

‘—I’m still not allowed to use my quirk, though,” you hear her pout.

“Damn, that’s too bad. I bet it’s pretty powerful now,” you smile and shut the door behind you.

‘I can bend forks now!’

“That’s great, soon you’ll be just like me,”

You flick the light on and put your backpack down on the small table you eat at and start rummaging through the fridge.

“Yeah, I just got home from work so I’m about to eat. So I’ll call you later. Love you, byeeeee.” You pop open the Tupperware and plate the leftovers, putting them in the microwave.

As you wait, you make a realization. Where’s Whiskey? He always greets you when you come home and purrs as loud as a truck. The window isn’t open, so he couldn’t have snuck out.

Before you can turn, you feel your hands get tied behind your back, immobilizing your fingers and wrists. You’re yanked onto the floor, hitting your head on the hardwood.

“Jesus, fuck that hurt!” You groan, looking at the ceiling.

A head of purple hair comes into view, “Boo.”

You frown up at him, “How did you find me?”

“I have my ways,” he watches you struggle a bit in the scarf, “Don't bother trying to control it. I switched to silk.”

“Ugh, dammit.” You roll onto your side, “Where’s my cat?”

“In your room with some catnip.”

“So what now? You take me in and I get locked up? Mission accomplished I guess.” You sigh.

“Mmmm, not exactly.” Shinsou yanks you to your feet, “I thought I’d do a little interrogation.”

He pulls you to the small couch and seats you down while he sits on the coffee table in front of you, knees spread, “So why do you do it?”

“What?”

“Robbery. Petty crimes.”

You chuckle, “Some of us have needs that a nine to five can’t fulfill.”

“But you still stay in this dingy ass apartment.”

“Hey, it’s not much but it’s my home.”

Shinsou hums, clearly annoyed, “I can’t fucking stand you, y'know.”

“Feelings mutual, MindFuck. Just take me away already if that’s what you wanna do.”

Shinsou squints, “Tell me who you steal for.”

“I’m not—“ your mind goes blank; the only thing filling it is purple and white smoke.

“Mhm, tell me why you steal.”

“My sister is in school in America so I pay for her tuition with the stuff I steal,” you explain in a monotone voice.

“Where are your parents? Tell me.”

“Dead. Villain attack five years ago.”

Shinsou’s jaw tenses and he lets you go. You gasp loudly and double over, dry heaving, “Wha—what was th-that?”

“My quirk. Takes some time to get used to. It’s kinda jarring not being in control of your body,” Shinsou drawls, “So…your sister huh?”

He sees the worry on your face, “Don’t talk about her. She doesn’t know anything.”

“Mhm.” He thinks for a second, “I’m not arresting you.”

“You’re not?”

“Nope.”

“…..why?”

“I feel like….it wouldn’t be right. I know what it’s like to be alone, believe me. I’m not taking you in.”

You give him a once over, “There’s a catch, isn’t there?”

He shrugs, “No catch. Like I said I’m not the one who's gonna arrest you but I’ve been assigned to you so as long as I’m on your ass, no one will come looking for you.”

You relax a little, “I see. Okay, whatever. Is that all?”

Shinsou smirks, “Nope. You fucked up my sleep schedule for a week and a half, I deserve compensation.”

“You are broke. I could give you a quarter of what I get from my heists if it's money you want.”

Looking down at you, tied up and struggling in his scarf, spurred him to move closer. “Mmm, not exactly.”

“So what do you want from me?”

“One, for you to take three days a week off so I can finally fucking sleep. And two, payment for the sleep you stole from me.”

“But you don't want money….”

“There are other ways to pay, sweetheart.”

“H—No.”

“You don't even know what I was gonna suggest.”

“I’ve dealt with enough skeezy people to know what you mean. I’m not fucking you. I’d rather go to jail.”

“First off, I'm not that bad. Second of all, it's either this or I leave and call another hero to take you away. What about your sister and poor little Whiskey?”

“Shut up…”

“Whiskey would probably get thrown into the streets and your sister would get tossed out of school. What would happen to them then?”

“I said shut up!”

“Look, I can make it enjoyable for both of us. Blow off some steam. Whaddya say?” He holds his hand out.

“Really?” You stare at it.

“I’m not untying you until you say yes. And don’t try anything cause I have a friend who’ll be alerted if anything happens to me.”

“Ugh, you and your limp dick can go fuck off.”

“Wrong answer.”

“…fine.”

“What was that?”

“I said okay.”

“Good girl.”

Feeling your brain reboot for a second, you stare at him as he starts to untie you.

“W-What did you call me?”

“I said you're a good girl.” Seems like she has a praise kink. Noted.

Reaching into his backpack, he pulls out a small paper packet and another separate sheet, “Alright, let’s go over some things. Basic Dom/Sub etiquette.”

“I’m not a bottom.”

“You are with me. Like I said, basic etiquette. Hard limits, safe words, all the normal stuff.”

You take the paper and go over the list with a small box next to each item, “There are a bunch of options.”

“Always need to be thorough.”

You go over a few times, “I mean….all this is fine just don’t….piss or shit on me. And no blood.”

“Cool. So sign the bottom there and we have a deal.”

You hold your hand out, and a pen flies into it. You sign your name and hand it back to him, “There, I signed your dumb contract. Now leave.”

Placing the papers back in his bag, he shakes his head and smirks at you. “Not yet. You owe me. Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

Hitoshi got up, making his way towards your bedroom to pick up Whiskey, move him out of the room, and clean up the bed.

When he left the living room, you got up and stuck your tongue at the corner he passed. Stupid hero. Who the hell does he think he is?!

You pick up Whiskey, your brown and white shorthair who wobbled in a few minutes after Hitoshi left, from the ground, the poor kitty on a catnip high, “Ugh, my poor baby. You’re conked out. Did the mean man get you high?”

Scratching underneath his neck. You kiss his forehead before putting him down on the counter for him to ride out his high.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay on the couch?” Hitoshi growls into your ear.

“Holy fucking shit! When did you get here?” you shout.

“Language, bunny.”

“Bunny?”

“You’re always running around, and your ears twitch like a bunny’s when you’re annoyed. So yeah, you’re my little bunny.”

Rolling your eyes, you turn around as he cages you between him and the counter.

“Don’t give me attitude, Bunny.”

“Or what?”

Hitoshi pulls you into a soft yet passionate kiss, cut short by you slapping him and pushing him away. Chuckling quietly, he touches his cheek, lilac hues glaring at you. Before you could blink, his hand was wrapped around your throat, his thumb and index finger pressing above your pulse point. “Try that shit again, bunny, and this won’t end well for you.”

Breath hitching at the motion, your eyes roll back at the unexpected pressure on your neck, a very dull heat forming between your thighs.

“Oh, does my bunny like this?” He taunts.

You wheeze when his grip tightens. Your hand grips his sturdy wrist, but it doesn’t budge.

“You do, considering you’re squirming. It’s cute. Keep doing it,” Hitoshi orders.

You want to stop just to spite him, but the arched eyebrow and the piercing gaze he gives you stop you from doing otherwise.

“When I tell you something, you do it, understand?”

Nodding frantically, you gasp as Hitoshi scoffs and slaps you.

“Hey!” You protest, cheek stinging.

“Use your words, bunny.”

“Asshole,” you huff.

Increasing the grip on your neck, he glared at you as your eyes crossed a bit. “Look at you, gettin’ off on this. Try again, bunny. What do you say?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Good bunny. Now follow me. I’m not done with you yet.”

You’re jerked back when he lets your neck go. What the fuck was that?

“I won’t ask again, Bunny.”

Staring at him, you try to catch your breath before yelping as his scarf shoots at you and wraps itself around you before Hitoshi drags you along the floor towards your bedroom.

“Goddamn, you’re such a fucking brat. You’re lucky I like brats.”

“Hooray for me,” you mumble, words dripping in sarcasm.

“Keep using that sharp tongue of yours, and I’ll gag you, ya little shit.”

After he turned around, you stuck your tongue out at him. Furby head ass bitch…

Plopping you on the bed, you stared at him cross-armed as he smirked at you. “Quit lookin’ at me like that!”

Hitoshi grinned. “You never said quirk usage was a no for you.”

You stay quiet, still glaring at him.

“We had a deal.”

“Ugh, fine. Just—“ your eyes white out.

“Strip,” he orders.

“Yes, sir,” you drone.

Stripping off your shirt and leggings, you stand before him in a violet lace bra and black lace underwear.

“Heh. Cute. I didn’t say stop. Keep going.”

Palming himself over his pants as he watches you unclip your bra from the back, slide it down your arms, and drop it onto the floor. Shimmying your underwear down your cocoa skinned thighs, you stand before him, waiting for his next order.

“Other way, bunny,” he says, twirling his finger around, stopping his movements. “Hand me a rope from my bag.”

Reaching into the bag, you pick out a yellow rope, and you mindlessly hand it to him as he examines it. “Nice color choice. Now stay still. Hands behind your back.”

You turn around and stay as still as a statue following his command. He ties the rope into a box tie, wrapping it around your forearms, shoulders, wrists, and breasts, squeezing them and smirking as you let out a shudder.

“Sit on the bed. On your knees, bunny,” Hitoshi smirks. “Don’t hurt yourself, though.”

Carefully lowering yourself, you sit on your knees as Hitoshi puts your legs in a frog tie.

“Good bunny, you look so good like this. You should see yourself.”

You gasp and regain control of your body, feeling the tug of the rope on your skin.

“What the fuck? What is this?” You try to move your hands, but they’re secure behind you, “Why am I not surprised you’re into this kind of shit?”

“Such a foul mouth, my feisty little bunny.” He coos, reaching out to squeeze your cheeks together in a pout, “What are your safewords?”

“Huh?”

He lets your face go, “Safewords. What do you say if you want me to stop or slow down?”

You stare blankly at him, “I don’t have any. Never needed them before.”

“Do you know what the traffic light system is?”

“Kind of.”

“Red means stop everything. Yellow means slow down or wait, and green means keep going. Got it?”

“I guess. It seems easy enough to remember.”

“So, what’s your color now?”

“Uh, green?”

“Green, what?”

“Green, sir.”

“Good bunny.”

He pulls you in for another kiss, softly gripping your face, smiling when you kiss back tentatively.

Placing a hand on your neck, he cups the side of your face while letting the other trail down your body, resting on your thigh. Flinching gently when he feels your teeth nip his tongue that he tries to force into your mouth, he pulls away as you look up at him with a smirk.

“Brat,” he growls, popping you in the face with one hand and slapping your folds with the other. “Behave, bunny.”

“Ngh,” you groan when his hand harshly slaps your pussy, the sting making you jolt on the bed.

“Feels good?” He teases, smacking you again until you’re squirming.

“No!”

“Then why’re you getting wet?” He presses two fingers to your hole and feels the slick there.

“I…” you whine as his thumb toys with your clit while pressing his fingers against your opening.

“Answer the question, bunny~.”

You laugh breathily, “That’s how pussies work, dumbass. What, you a fucking virgin or you’ve never gotten a girl wet before?”

Your mocking laugh is cut off when he smacks you across the face again, hard enough for your cheek to burn.

“Ow! Okay, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, sir,” you whimper.

“Good, you’re learning. What’s your color?”

“….green.”

“You need to be sure.”

“Green, fucking hell!” You snap at him, “Just get it over with already.”

“You’re not enjoying yourself?”

You look away briefly, face warm, “I am. Can you just…..tie my hair back? It’s getting annoying.”

Hitoshi nods, cutting a spare piece of rope and using it as a makeshift hair tie for your braids.”Better, bunny?”

“Yes, thank you, sir.”

“Good girl,” he praises, “But you still need to be punished for that mouth of yours and for the ten days of sleep you stole from me.”

“What?! No that wasn’t my fault!” “Yes, it was. I was assigned to you, and now you’re part of my caseload so, yes, it is.”

“What do you want me to do?”

Removing his shirt, capture weapon, and undershirt, he chuckled as you gaped at his chiseled body covered in the most random tattoos.

“Take a photo. It’ll last longer,” Hitoshi snickers, booping your nose, watching it twitch from the sensation. “You really are a bunny.”

Looking away as your face grew much hotter, you tried focusing on something else in the room, only for him to tilt your head up, forcing your gaze back on him. “Eyes on me, little bunny.”

Nodding at his instructions, his eyes softened momentarily before removing his black cargo pants, revealing jet black boxers with gray cats on them.

“Cat boxers? Really?” you snicker as he grumbles.

“Oh, shut up,” he snaps.

You bite your lip to stifle your laughter, “Sorry, sir.”

“It’s alright. Now,” he huffs, adjusting himself to sit you at the head of the bed while he maneuvered, lying flat on your sheets on his stomach. “Be a good bunny, and pay me what you owe.”

Squirming against the binds which held you, you felt your skin flush against as Hitoshi’s face got close to your folds. Playfully blowing on your clit, he chuckles as you jolt slightly. His lilac pools catch your brown ones for a moment before winking and focusing on your clit, licking around and beneath the bud. Pulling away, he kept licking and occasionally sucking until he pulled away, licking a stripe from your opening up to your clit. “Having fun, bunny?”

Whining softly, you looked up at your bedframe, trying to think of anything else until his tongue slipped inside as his thumb rubbed harshly at your bud.

“Fuck!” you shout and try to close your legs but the rope holds them far apart.

His laughter vibrated against your folds as he pulled away, tongue toying with your folds as his pointer finger inched its way inside you, curving itself against your g-spot, gently pumping in and out of you.

“MindJack!”

“Call me Shinsou or sir, Bunny.”

“Fuck, sir, please!” you cry out. “Don’t stop!”

Hitoshi smirked at your pleas. “Since you asked so nicely, I’ll listen to you this time.”

Pumping his finger faster, he slowly pushes in a second, steadily lapping at your clit as he pushes both digits at a rapid speed, relishing in the sounds of your soft sighs and moans. Gasping at the knot forming in your stomach, you whimpered loudly, arching your lower half into Hitoshi’s touch. “Fuck, I’m gonna come!”

Hitoshi pulls away just as you announce your impending orgasm. “W-What?”

“That’s one.”

Hitoshi stole four more orgasms from you with just his tongue and fingers.

“What’s your color?” He asks, caressing your tired thigh Panting heavily, you stared at him, whimpering as he pulled away from your folds, his lips glossy with your essence, “G-green”

Lightly fondling your breasts, he teases one nipple, softly biting the flesh of the other. Pulling away when you try to get some friction from the sheets, he grips the elbow of the rope tied between your neck and breasts, pulling you close to him in a seated position.

“You don’t get to cum, unless I say so, bunny.”

“Yes, sir,” you shudder.

Gripping the binds tightly, he removed his boxers, revealing another tattoo that says: Taste the Rainbow on both his thighs with arrows pointing toward his bulge. Jesus fuck, he’s big. “Now, I’m finally gonna put good use to that sharp tongue of yours. Open wide, little bunny.”

Looking up at him, you sigh softly before opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out as he groans at the look before him. Finally got this brat right where I fucking want her.

Resting the weight of his dick on your tongue, he stroked it gently before gripping the ponytail he made for you earlier. “Suck, bunny.”

Taking him into your mouth, you hum gently as Hitoshi hisses at the sensation.

“Such a, fuck, slutty, bratty bunny I have. Your mouth feels so good. Just like that,” he grunts.

Looking down at you, he grips the ponytail he made, he grips the base, hand covering it and the back of your neck.

“Stay still, bunny. Just, lemme use your throat.”

Moving your head a little faster, Hitoshi starts using your mouth as a fleshlight, ignoring the sounds of you gagging quietly. He presses all the way in so your nose is brushing the short purple pubes on his crotch.

“Look at me,” he mutters then groans when your teary eyes focus on his own. Your tongue snakes along the underside of his shaft, teasing the veins winding along the bottom. The action makes thick strings of spit and precum drool down your chin and chest but the weight of his dick in your mouth is so satisfying, you can’t help but moan around it and rock your hips trying to get some friction from the sheets.

“Fuck, almost there bunny. Oh, shit!” he gasps and pulls out of your mouth, stroking his dick over your face until the first spurt of cum hits your nose. You open your mouth for the rest, the tang landing on your lips and taste buds. Licking away what you could, Hitoshi pants heavily while you catch your breath, “Ugh, drink more water.”

“You try getting any work done with barely any sleep,” he grumbles back, “Coffee is all I have.”

“Uh-huh. Are we done?” You ask, still upset and would right from being edged and the rope is still digging into your skin.

“Oh, so you don’t wanna come, then? I could just leave you here, all tied up.”

“No! No wait! Please, sir. I want you to. I wanna cum.” You squirm.

“Mhm,” he hums nonchalantly, “Do you deserve it?”

“I—“ you hesitate, “Yes?”

“You don’t sound sure.”

You try to kick your feet but they’re held tight to your thighs, “Yes! I’m sure. You can’t leave me like this, please! Shinsou, fuck me. Ruin me. Um, yellow.”

“Woah, hey, calm down,” he rubs your shoulders, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I’m just…. really horny right now and you’re killing me over here.”

“Breathe, bunny,” he coos.

“(Y/n),” you mumble.

“What?”

“That’s my name. You can call me (Y/n).”

“Beautiful name for my beautiful bunny.

“You’re so fucking cringe,” you chuckle.

“Shut up, you like it,” he smirks.

“Nope, still can’t stand you.”

“You sure about that,” he chuckles, pulling you up to look at him.

“Very,” you smirk leaning in.

Neither one of you remember who initiated the kiss but it was sloppy, messy, and yet somehow so romantically passionate, it would make your teeth rot at how sweet it was.

Pushing you down onto your back, Hitoshi pulled away, looking down at your flustered form. “You said you wanted me to ruin you, right Bunny? I’ll ruin you, alright.”

Feeling the butterflies flutter in your stomach, Hitoshi dipped his head, nipping at your jaw with a grin before starting on a hickey near your pulse point, grinning at the soft moan you gave.

“You clean?”

“Kind of too late to ask since you already stuck your tongue in there,” you muse, “Yeah, I am.”

Continuing his hickeys, his hands trailed down your body, groping at your breasts before fondling your cheeks.

Tapping himself against your clit, he shuddered as he slowly ran himself along your entrance before slowly pushing in with a deep groan. “Fuck, bunny,” he sighs as you pant from the initial stretch. “You’re so tight.”

After a minute or two of getting used to him, you nodded your head, giving him the okay to start moving.

Moaning as he starts thrusting, you gasp when he starts hitting that spot inside you while toying with your clit.

“Fuck, Shinsou, please!”

“Tell me what you want, bunny.”

“Choke me,” you mewl.

“Oh?” he hums, gripping your throat just as he thrusts back in, steadily increasing and relieving the pressure in tune with his thrusts. “Little bunny wants to see stars, hmm? I can do that. Be a good girl and take it and I’ll make you see the whole. damn. galaxy.”

Crying out at his statement, you felt your eyes roll back as the edges of your vision slowly turned black. “Fuck, sir, please. I’m close. Wanna cum! Wanna cum so bad.”

“You deserve it, bunny, go ahead. Make a mess on my cock, sweetheart.”

The rapid thrusts mixed with the stimulation pushed you right over the edge. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” you shout, coming down from your high.

But he doesn’t stop. He’s still keeping the same cruel pace and you’re starting to curl into yourself from overstimulation but the rope keeps you spread out.

Shinsou gropes your framed chest, pinching one nipple and smacking the other a few times.

He watches his dick move in and out of you, white cream collecting at the base and staining his pubes.

He throws his head back and groans, “Fuck I needed this. Your pussy’s fucking amazing.”

He shoves himself nice and deep at the last word.

“Shit!” You shout when you feel his tip push your poor cervix, “That hurts!”

“You know how to make it stop,” he squeezes your throat again to hear you wheeze out a curse. His free hand moves from your hip to smack you across the face again, “You’re so goddamn annoying,” he grunts.

You frowned at him, lips swollen and parted, “You too, sir.”

He chokes you again, gritting his teeth when he feels you clench around him and your pussy fluttering wildly.

Your body jerks and shakes when you cum again, high-pitched moans of his leaving your lips.

Hitoshi, not too far behind, pulled out, finishing on your stomach. “Goddamn, that was…”

“Amazing,” you slur.

“You okay, Bunny?”

You hum and sigh loudly, eyes fluttering closed.

Shinsou gets to work untying your hands and legs. You groan in relief when you can finally control your limbs and curl up on the bed, hugging your shoulders.

“I’ll be right back, okay?” He tells you in a soft voice, rubbing your thigh.

“Mm.” You respond sleepily.

He leaves to check your bathroom for a washcloth to clean you up with. He runs it under warm water and comes back to wipe you down.

“I feel like a baby getting their diaper changed,” you smile tiredly as he cleans between your legs, “Now I see why they shit all the time.”

Shinsou chuckles and cleans himself up too, “You did great,”

“Mm,” you hum and reach over for the oversized shirt you sleep in, “I’m gonna have a crick in my neck for days because of you.”

Shinsou puts on his pants, “You good?”

“I’m great,” you wave dismissively,covering yourself with your blanket, “You using the front door or window?”

“Window,” he pulls on the rest of his clothes and picks out the pamphlet from earlier, “If this is gonna be a consistent thing,I really need you to go over these so I know your limits.”

“Ugh,” you groan,rubbing your face, “Like I said,just don’t piss or shit on me and I’m cool.”

“Still,this is a binding for both of us so just check the boxes. I’ll come by and pick it up when I have time.”

You yawn and mumble something along the lines of a positive response, shutting your eyes.

Shinsou leaves the papers on your nightstand, packs up his stuff and makes his way to the living area.

Whiskey meows at him from the ground, green eyes stuck in a hard glare.

“Sorry little buddy. It was necessary.” Shinsou reaches down to scratch his ear before opening the window and climbing out onto the fire escape. Just as he shuts it, his phone pings with a message from Aizawa asking how his patrol was going.

Shinsou takes out an energy drink from his backpack and texts back a simple ‘fine’ before hopping up onto the roof to continue his patrol.

#shinso x reader #shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x reader #my hero academia shinsou #mha x reader #bonnie.writes #bnha x black!reader #x black reader #bnha x reader

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kakusu-shipping · 2 years

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💕 - BNHA?

Blessed with anons today let's talk My Hero ships.

Over on my main I have this shipping chart that I made last year that goes over a lot of the main cast's dynamics in my mind. It's a little out dated though so I'm excited to talk about it again

Also this one too got a little long so under the cut it goes

I am once again showing my entire ass here as when a fandom has a lot of characters I tend to pick my favorite and ship them with everyone, and said favorite for MHA is my wonderful son Neito Monoma

Right off the bat my absolute favorite is Monoma/Ojiro/Shinso. I'm fully obsessed with them, the ABC of polycules I adore

I was super attached to Monoma/Aoyama for a while there as well, just for the French Fan vibes of it

Monoma/Izuku is solid, cute, possibility for fluff

Momona/Bakugo is better, rougher, harsher, cannot stop being mean to eachother for a second

My boyfriend has shown me the light that is Monoma/Kirishima and I refuse to elaborate but it's god tier

I saw Monoma/Iida exactly once and I've never recovered they do not mesh well but I think it'd be funny

Monoma/Sero is just a one sided crush I thought about for a while when Monoma was speaking in my headspace at all times

Monoma/Honenuki is very good, the no energy and too much energy

Never minded Monoma/Kendo, especially as queerplatonics

Monoma/Tetsutetsu, smartass and his enabler himbo

Monoma/Mirio is funny to me because Mirio is so so SO mean to Monoma for no reason and I think Monoma really looks up to Mirio

Monoma/Mei queerplatonics in a very Aro way

Monoma/Kuroiro feels very age regresser and carer to me and I'm never letting it go, little baby Kuroiro

Ah ha. I'm biased. Now to literally everyone else.

The age old Izuku/Bakugo is strong in my heart I will not lie. They were dating in elementary in my head.

Also basic but Bakugo/Kirishima is just as up there if not more so I am not immune to bro but romantic

Iida/Mei but Mei is aromantic and Iida did not consent to being her boyfriend but he is

Iida/Ochaco was my first My Hero Ship believe it or not he’s got the money she wants and also respects her so much and also the Bi/Pan energy of the two of them. Solid.

Same vein quickly fell for Ochaco/Bakugo?? He respects her, sees her as an equal, and she honestly almost has him. I think she could kick his ass and he is really in to that.

Uraraka/Toga is *Chefs kiss* obsessive girlfriend, unhinged, cat like relationship. Babe what's in your MOUTH

Kirishima and Mina dated in middle school

Todoroki/Inasa is something I post about often I adore them so much the height different the Very Much that is Inasa and chill that is Shoto

But also Shoto/Inasa/Tenya is very very very solid two wide chest loud autistics and their scrawny quiet boyfriend and they all kiss

Alone in this one but I think Koda/Shoji is really really cute they both give the best hugs in the class and should hug more often

Tokoyami/Aoyama is 10/10 raven and love for shiny things cute. Include Dark Shadow as her own person and make it a polycule

Kuroiro/Tokoyami darkness on darkness edgy teens role playing a darker tale in the darkness. I love them. Kuroiro very certainly has a crush on Tokoyami

Even better tho Kuroiro/Komori?? He has such a crush on her he is so quiet she has been talking about mushrooms for 43 minutes and he has heard every word and loves her. "Excuse me. He asked for no pickles"

Kendo/Tetsu is very "THAT'S MY WIFE!!!!!" energy and that's my favorite kind of male energy. What a himbo

Tamaki/Mirio/Nejire/Yuyu 3rd year polycule is everything to me. Tamaki can and will swear but only when Nejire is pissing him off on purpose

I am not immune to Aizawa/Hizashi friends to lovers to old married couple propaganda.

Same vein is Vlad/Houndog tho as they are the exact same situation same age same time period just class B flavored

One more then would be the wlw flavored version which is Midnight/Ms. Joke. Love them.

While we're talking about UA Alumni; Tensei and Koichi had like. A thing. He flirted mega hard core with him in Vigilantes and I think they made out real hard

Toshinori/David as well had something going on in collage and certainly still have feelings for one another and I love that for them

All Might/Sir Nighteye as well. Had a thing, broke up, was still in love with him till the very end

Every once in a while I get a glimpse at the glory that is All Might/Fatgum and I simply must admire it. Just sweet yellow heroes being sweet. Self ship polycule possibilities

Fatgum/Rappa is FANtastic and should be around more honestly. The obsession. The roughness. The big boyfriend possibilities. More self ship polycule thoughts all the time

Toga/Twice isn't one I talk about often but the vibes are so there. He loves her so much he can barely stand it

Gentle/LaBrava was so very much my gender I'm so incredibly in love with them I hope they get married by the end of the series

Compress/Gentle queerplatonics

Compress/Magne queerplatonics as well

Kurogiri/Compress has grown on me in fandom only

Twice/Compress is ideal mostly because self ship polycule reasons

Tomura/Suichi is the peak of Shigiraki ships for me. They are gamer boyfriends. They are a boss and his right hand. They are against the world together.

Shigiraki/Dabi/Hawks was something I was following for a while and it's faded in and out sense Twice's death

Hawks/Endeavor is the same kind of thing, a friend got me into it with his self ship dynamic but sense he's stopped talking about it I've been back and forth on it. Homewrecker slut Hawks is funny tho

Tomura/Izuku is very very good in my opinion especially villain Izuku raised by OFA along side Tomura like brothers?? Lovely. Canon's good too don't get me wrong. I just love them as bros raised to replace AFO's brother. Parallels

Speaking off All For One/Yoichi is my brainrot. Love a brother who's so obsessed with his brother he'd do anything to bring him back over and over and over again. He's off his rocker. I love it

Any combination of AFO/All Might, AFO/Izuku, or AFO/Tomura all hit the above for me perfectly and I adore it to no end

Exact opposite energy is Toshinori/Izuku which I think is sweet and cute at times

Toshinori/Bakugo tho is PEAK. Bakugo AGGRESSIVELY taking care of All Might because the old fool won’t take care of himself. Serious Tsundere action. “Young Bakugo”. I think they’re sweet and love a chance to housewife Katsuki Bakugo

I could be convinced to get on the Rody/Izuku train, purely by my nephew who saw the movie with me and was concerned Izuku was going to cheat on Bakugo with Rody.

#Thankyou for asking #Ship list #Oh tumblr is MAD about this post btw #APPARENTLY I passed the character limit #Which I didn't know there was one #So some things are cut but it's fine I got in all my real thoughts #Most cuts were just rambling thoughts anyway #So if you want those rambling thoughts ask about any extra ship you like brain go brr always #This post isn't even that long how the hell did I reach the character limit #Also why is the character limit 1096???#That's such a specific number hello?????#I swear I've made and seen longer posts than that.#I may be having a glitch but whatever I wrote out my thoughts and that's all that matters #Also today in Neito's birthday so happy birthday baby son boy enjoy your day with your partners #btw all these ship posts you can ask me to tag #If you don't want to see what ships I have for your F/O if they're on the list #Feel free to ask me to tag anything you need tagged!#Proship please interact #Proshippers please interact

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fic-dumpster · 3 years

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Deer in headlights | Short stories: The Photobooth in the office

Bonten x Reader | 1.2k+ words

Warnings: Fluff, jealousy, nonsense, humor, grammar/spelling mistakes, no beta and not edited.

A/N: I’ve seen a lot of kpop fans around so a lil something for y’all :3 (it doesn’t have to be kpop tho! J-pop albums have first press photocards too! And some anime mech too).

Escape, run, don't let them catch you. You keep repeating those words as you zigzagged through the cars in the parking lot. Your life depended on it.

The only sound you were able to hear was your elaborated breathing. You had to concentrate in order to listen to their expensive dress shoes hitting the cement, but if you got distracted just for one second, they could get the upper hand.

Like right now, you saw from the corner of your eye a flash of pink to your left, then a flash of purple to your right. “Fuck,” you cursed under your breath. Suddenly, a tall figure rose from a car in front of you, a pair of large arms shot your way, trying to trap you—you dodged them. The man saw you dip down and tried to follow, only to lose balance and fall on his back.

For being your first persecution, you weren't doing half bad, you thought. However, such an idea costs you a heavy price. They have caught up.

You weren't expecting them to jump on top of the cars, nor were you expecting a newcomer. You let out a shriek of terror as the four men came running your way—now surrounded, your heart leaped in your chest as you hugged the square object you so much strived to protect. You closed your eyes and waited for the impact. And you felt roughly being pick up.

“Rindou!!! Put me down!!!” you cried as you made yourself a ball around the object. “I won't give it to you!!”

“I can't believe you made us chase you through the whole parking lot,” Sanzu took off his jacket as the heat of the race got to him.

“At least you didn't fall on your ass,” chuckled Kakucho as he eyed Ran dusting his dress pants.

“Shut up,” grumbled the older Haitani, “Okay, little lady, pass that album here,” he stretched out his hand.

“Hell no!” you were still kicking in the arms of Rindou, “Don't be so jealous! For god’s sake!! It’s just a photocard!!”

“Of a man that you’ve been gawking for hours? And not to mention your wallpaper, and you were gonna put that piece of paper on the back of your phone, don't lie to me.” Rindou said as he struggled to keep you from slipping away.

“I was not!”

“Oh, you were so gonna do that!” Sanzu attempted to wiggle his hand between your album and you, only for you to bite his arm. “Y/N!!!” more than pain, the scream was out of surprise from your uncommon behavior.

“Yah, that's it, Kakucho, help me,” Ran was planning on helping the pinknette, but your face changed to a one of pain, and abruptly, tears fell down your cheeks. Kakucho and Ran stopped dead in their tracks. Rindou panicked as Sanzu fastly went to held your face.

“Sweetcheeks, I- I’m sorry! Did we hurt you?” Sanzu’s eyes frantically moved all over your body, looking for a sign of an injury. But you kept crying.

“Baby, Y/N,” Kakucho was about to cry himself; he would never stand the thought of hurting you, “we’re sorry, you—you can keep that card photo or whatever,” and your hiccups ceased.

“For real?” You batted your eyelashes at the three men in front of you.

“Yeah, just don't be making those dreamy faces at a piece of paper,” Ran had both hands on his hips as he looked up and huffed in annoyance.

“And don't put that thing in your phone case; people will think he’s your boyfriend or something,” Rindou hasn't lowered you down, but you tried to nod without hitting his face.

“I have an idea,” you excitedly said.

“Get in!” Rindou pushed his brother.

“I’m trying!” Ran pushed Sanzu.

“Stop fukcing pushing! Kakucho is already using half the space!” Sanzu blamed his fellow scarred man.

“Just sit in someone's lap!” You spoke from inside the photo booth.

“We could have done photocards of ourselves, you know?” Kakucho added

“No!” you and the other three males responded.

And you ended sitting on Sanzu and Rindou’s legs while the two of them were on top of Kakucho and Ran.

“Sanzu, the hell is wrong with your ass; it hurts,” Kakucho winced in pain at Sanzu’s bones poking him. Meanwhile, the haitani brothers were in a war of their own. Rindou had accidentally elbowed Ran on the ribs.

You laughed at the bickering pairs, and that's when the camera began to snap your pictures. Nobody noticed as it continued to take pictures, the four men quarreling and you giggling at their antics.

“I don't like them,” Sanzu held one of the strips that came out from the machine. “Not you, Sweetcheeks; you look lovely! these three buffoons ruined it.” And the bickering began again.

You, on the other hand, folded the strip a couple of times before cutting one and placing it in the back of your phone. You cleared your throat to call their attention, and once all eyes were on you—you showed them your phone. “Ta-da!! It looks nice, right?”

Kakucho would have cried if they weren't in public; Sanzu cooed at you as he hugged your giggling figure. Meanwhile, Ran and Rindou didn't know what to do. Such a simple gesture made them weak on their knees, just like Kakucho; their hearts could jump out of their ribcage any second. They all couldn't believe how proud you were of being with them.

“Fuck, let’s go already,” Rindou turned around, blinking fast as he tried to hide the threatening tears.

“Awww, you’re gonna cry!” Sanzu couldn't help but tease the purplenette.

Now back a the office, you were on your phone playing some games to pass the time—when you felt an intense gaze on you. Looking around, you saw Mikey chatting with Mochi about some seasonal sweet; Takeomi was perched on a window smoking, and finally, you connect eyes with an accusatory gaze.

“I-is there something wrong, Koko?” you were kind of scared. He had an intense gaze focused on you.

“What’s that in the back of your phone?” He calmly said. But his eyes showed a whole different feeling. “Let me see,” he beckoned you over.

You made your way to his desk, and you proudly showed him your phone. “A photo strip! Isn't it pretty?”

“Why am I not there?” Koko grumbled as he typed some stuff on his computer and fastly pulled his phone to make a call, “Hello? Yes, I would like to order one of your Photobooths. Hmm, yes. I will send you an email with my information. Yes. Thank you.” you must have had a bewildered look on your face because Koko chuckled as soon as he saw your face. “What, I wanna be there too.”

And that's how Bonten’s office building ended up with a photo booth next to their coffee machine.

Fun facts:

You ended up taking pictures with Takeomi and Kokonoi.

Koko wanted to be alone with you, but you had dragged Takeomi already.

The only one who got to be alone with you was Mikey.

Mochi gave you his ID picture... He said he looked good there.

All pictures are on your phone case now.

The booth stayed there, and sometimes you took pictures for fun, only for them to be snatched by them.

Takeomi has one in his wallet.

Kakucho, Ran, and Rindou wanted to get one of your pictures tattooed, you panicked.

#bonten x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #ran haitani x reader #rindou haitani x reader #kakucho hitto x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #omificstags #kokonoi hajime x reader #akashi takeomi #mochizuki kanji #omi.dih #sano mikey manjiro

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baeshijima · 3 years

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𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐲/𝐧

A/N : i have nothing to say other than the fact there will be an excessive amount of twitch slang bc why tf not + just,,, heavy streamer!albedo brainrot ;-;

masterlist

AIGHT

streamer albedo

…

pog—

so before we get into him being whipped for u, let’s go over the type of strimmer mr Kreideprinz is

fun fact that’s his twitch name—

albedo would be the type to do lots of variety streams of different games, but also the occasional art one if he wants to have a chill stream with his chat !!

speaking of chat… they’re an odd mix of wholesome supporters, KAPPA + POGGERS + catJAM (bc he always has some bangers on in the bg like yes u bless our ears my guy) + KEKW + EZ Clap + his own emotes spammers, mr albedo’s very own shrimps (me, ahEm—), and ppl who just appreciate his voice + gameplay

if there’s a troll he just bans them OMEGALUL

omg he has lots of emotes (which he made in some of his art streams so his viewers could choose some) for every scenario but we’ll get into the popular ones in a bit 👁👁

he’s most definitely one of the bigger, well-known streamers but with a smaller group of friends

his discord server has,,, a lot of ppl,,, 70k+ ppl big,,, rip notifs if ur in it ;-;

he has it muted tho 🐥 like, sir, that’s ur server pay the goddamn price smh

wait i forgot to mention this but he has his webcam on when streaming

so u can bet ur chickens that when ppl come to visit his stream bc of whatever category he has on, they stay for his visuals and voice <33

his twt 🤡 mans gets 1k+ likes, rts, comments within the first 5-10 mins

omg he gets soft when he receives sm support from his community 🥺🥺

gifts so many subs when hitting milestones, chat is wholesome or just whenever really HJKSDHKL

also doesn’t swear much unless he gets played by his own game and/or someone is being incredibly annoying <//3

he also just,,, eats on stream

albedo straight up takes his webcam with him to show him cooking if his viewers ask for it

or he just orders food then and there and eats while chatting to everyone or watching youtube with his chat 🥺

nOW ONTO HIM BEING WHIPPED FOR U AS A GENSHIN STREAMER

this AR55 man 👩‍🦯

he can literally produce content from anything

from artifact farming, to spiral abyss, to running around mindlessly, to building characters he would normally never build, to him seeing how high up is considered too high to dive

and everyone eats it up bc it’s albedo <3

also !! he’s the type who includes the story quests in his streams so his reaction and thoughts on everything is just,,, there

now when u were first introduced in the prologue (yes ur one of the ogs + involved in the dvalin fight <33) he blanked and all his viewers could see was u on screen with him staring blankly in the bottom right of the screen

this man straight up saw u in a cutscene for one second and fell in love

his chat went wild omfg

he immediately made an emote for u and that’s his most popular one 😌

but i kid u not, the moment u appeared in that cutscene (one in which he will forever treasure in the crevices of his heart) was the moment he asked this exact question ;

“ so (y/n) banner when? ”

and mihoyo heard his pleas and answered with ur event banner

except it was like,, 4 months later

at least ur finally here tho :’)

now he can have his lil science-y moments with ur voicelines ;-;

yes, ur the chief alchemist but ✨ 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 ✨

. . .

shut up

n e who

when he saw the notification from mihoyo’s official forums that u will be a playable character in the new update — along with new characters, region, events & a domain — i shit u not he did a rt, his own tweet, an announcement on the community feature on youtube, and made constant reminders to his viewers on twitch abt how he will be a (y/n) haver no matter what

he even added future (y/n) haver in his twt display name

what a shrimp—

the 1.2 update stream 🐥 he was there waiting for it to go live with like,,, 19k viewers spamming his chat abt predictions and obv ur official release + showcase

and when i say this man fell even more in love while watching ur trailer and character showcase 🥺 he wouldn’t stop smiling or being in awe bc ur just??? so stunning???

mihoyo clearly has a favourite child and it’s u

chat was spamming ur exclusive emote like crazy oml

u can bet it was also flooded with lots of POGs and POGGERS

overall it was a very fun, chaotic stream filled with lots of (y/n) appreciation and love <33

also a very memorable stream for all his viewers bc of the side of albedo they rarely see unless ur involved

the day ur banner was to go live tho 🐥

the streams leading up to the fateful day consisted of him farming ur mats

that’s it

boss runs, local specialties, hero wits, talent books, the mats needed for ur weapon he was inevitably going to pull for (only the best for the best, afterall) and many domain runs

many painful domain runs

all of it was worth it tho bc ur worth everything :’)

an actual quote said by him—

at least he can get u and ur weapon to lvl 90 right off the bat with all the artifacts tailored for u ;-;

and get u to that point he did HJSDKJF

once ur banner dropped? immediately started wishing

2 multis in and he gets u 😣

albedo nearly cried and was the literal embodiment of head in hands

wHEN I SAY HIS CHAT BLEW TF UP AND HIS MODS JOINED IN

modCheck has left the chat

everyone’s rooting for him :’)

pulled for ur weapon and got it in 1 multi

sir give me ur luck pls and ty

but yes he nearly choked on the gASP he let out while chat screamed even more

he blanked for a bit, i won’t lie ;-;

but when he realised this was real, he immediately went to his party set up and put u in

can we all get an f in the chat for his lvl 10 tartaglia 😔💔👊

his chat usually rages at him to build him but if he’s being honest, he cba

ur vl when he put u in the party tho <333

now he’s just spent half an hour running around with u, letting u do ur idle animations (will always be grateful for mihoyo creating u like this), reading ur very limited (for now—) character story and going through ur voicelines

ur morning & about us (when he unlocks it) voiceline >>>>> his heart be running laps rn i swear

eventually he does begin to build u after much admiration on his end and at lvl 1 with lvl 20 artifacts, u already have 1.6k atk 🐥

now after he levels u and ur weapon to lvl 90, u have 2.8k atk 🐥

rip mobs <//3

he now plays u as his main dps 😌

the kit initially designed for u is meant to be more for support?? kinda like the whole ganyu or zhongli debate abt them being a dps or a support/sub dps ;-;

except ur more utility like venti or bennett

and even though the majority said at the beginning (aka, mihoyo, pretty much any other streamer and the larger part of the fanbase) that ur meant for support, he said fuck that and built u as his main dps

and i won’t lie, u do more damage than any of his characters, and ppl who co op with him

ur his pride and joy :’)

he went to take a look at ur consts to see if they were worth the rng suffering and, lo-and-behold,

they were

so now he’s using all his saved primos for u to try and get ur c6 const, along with making ur weapon r5 :’)

his chat gets a free view of him internally suffering when the gold light doesn’t come, and his external suffering when he loses the 50/50

in the end, he decided to whale for u <33

after nearly an hour, he has u to c6 and ur weapon to r5 ;-;

now all he’s been doing the whole stream is running around with u in open world, doing his daily farming, doing more domain and boss runs, exploring the new region (dragonspine) + ur story quest

he’s saving the event quest for another stream bc ✨content✨

in ur quest, he had multiple heart attacks and now has many, many screenshots <3

he now has a zoomed in pic of ur face as his twt pfp <33

okay so i also feel like he’s not all that bothered abt getting characters to friendship level 10 immediately and would rather let it happen through time

but obv ur not any other character *proceeds to debby ryan at u*

even if ur not fit for a particular domain or boss, he still puts u in the party so when collecting the blossom/rewards, u can get the friendship exp ;-;

he just wants ur name card so he can show off okay 🥺

when he lets his viewers pick out the playlist, 98% of the songs are from ur character demo theme

they just know him so well 😩

they also just wanna see the way he smiles when he hears it play but shhhhhh

now he just has his in-game avatar as u, and ur namecard too <33

also his signature is just ;

“ (y/n)’s favourite streamer ”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact albedo #genshin albedo #albedo #albedo x reader #genshin albedo x reader #genshin impact albedo x reader #albedo headcanons #albedo scenarios #albedo fluff #i will now cry bc i cant talk at him for a week #this is my parting post #streaming dreams

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whatifxwereyou · 3 years

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The Oncoming Storm Part 19: Chou

Liu Kang x Reader and Kung Lao x Reader (gonna do both, two paths!)

Heyo, it's that time. Update time! One more Lao chapter after this. I'm ready for more DRAMA tho, delicious drama. Hope you're all doing well! I'm going to be out of town from the 9-15 but you shouldn't notice my absence since I'm preparing stuff to post before then bwahaha. NEW stories soon? Yes. Lots of planning so far. Much love. Sorry this is all over the place LOL. Kung Lao makin you even more confused, my lawd. Update on Tuesday!

Part 18 Part 20 Chapter Index

You returned to the stone path where you found tables had been setup to share with the other guests. Food had been setup nearby buffet style for a fee. You paid, grabbed your plates, and then took your seats amongst the others in attendance. With the exception of a handful of friends on a trip, they were all couples. A woman with short-cropped hair and dark eyes waved at Kung Lao excitedly. Her significant other offered a smile, then turned back to his food, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. Oh, great, Kung Lao had made friends that morning.

“We saved you a seat!” She said once you were within earshot.

“She saved us a seat, Kung Lao.” You spoke just for him to hear, faking a smile.

“That was nice.” He urged his free arm around your shoulder and you sighed. Fake date or affection. Probably fake date. Were you winning? What were the rules to this game? Kung Lao sat down and made room for you to sit between him and the stranger. “Y/N, this is Sayuri and her boyfriend Kioshi. This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” It sounded awkward. Good. This was going great.

“Nice to meet you.” You bowed your head politely but couldn’t have felt more forced. Sayuri didn’t seem to notice. You could smell plum wine in her glass. It was extremely potent. If Chen were there, she would have spiked your drink, you were certain. Thank god for small favors. The good news was that Kung Lao could talk about anything to anyone and so you didn’t have to. They talked and you thought about other things while pushing your food around on your plate. It looked good. Really good. But you weren’t very hungry.

Your thoughts lingered on that kiss. It had escalated so damn quickly and you’d lost track of everything else. Just when you thought you had things figured out, Kung Lao had thrown you for a loop. You weren’t sure you’d ever forget how much you’d felt like a flower, petals slowly opening up just for him. Ugh. You couldn’t think about it. Focus, Y/N, focus. Kung Lao was animatedly recalling some adventure he’d gotten into in China with Liu Kang. Occasionally he patted your shoulder or nudged you and mentioned you which you returned in kind or smiled to acknowledge. Had to play the part, you supposed.

From what you could tell, hiding places would be in short supply. Much of the caldera was empty and flat. You supposed that behind the entrance gate would work. You could make short work of those walls between the two of you. That would work and it was a much better thing to focus on than the deep ache inside of you when you thought about Kung Lao’s kiss and calling you his girlfriend. How were you going to erase the guilt of breaking into a Buddhist Temple and desecrating it? You didn’t feel good about it at all. Maybe the truth would still work.

It wasn’t like you had a choice at this point. Whatever was in that well you had to get so you would do what it took. Ugh, you were going to end up being arrested at this rate.

Then, Kung Lao was stealing a pepper off your plate with his chopsticks. “Hey!” You scolded him and Sayuri giggled next to you.

“That’s what you get for not paying attention to my stories.” He ate the pepper with a grin. Even the way he ate was attractive. How incredibly unfair.

“Listen, you talk a lot, Kung Lao.” You batted your eyelashes at him playfully and the others at the table laughed. Kung Lao was going to make a snide remark, but you picked up one of the pork buns from your plate and shoved it right into his mouth. He coughed and gagged on it and you couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous he was. He took a bite of the bun and then set the rest of it on his plate but was smiling. “See. You talk too much. Going to choke on your food.”

“Jokes on you. I was going to steal that next.” Kung Lao took another purposeful bite out of it. Sayuri tapped your shoulder, cheeks red with drink and then she bowed politely. You had forgotten that most of the people there likely didn’t speak Chinese. You were kind of thankful for the language barrier.

“How long have you two been dating? Kioshi and I have been together for six months. This is our first big getaway together.” Sayuri smiled brightly and nudged Kioshi who slipped an arm around her proudly. Then he whispered something to her in Japanese before getting up and leaving her alone with you. She was sweet enough but you did not know how to answer that question. You and Kung Lao had not discussed any details about your cover. This was exactly why you hated lying. It was too messy. To keep up with the lie you had to keep lying and so things fell apart so easily. You had not thought this through.

“I… umm…”

Much to your surprise, Kung Lao slipped his arm around your waist and urged you to scoot closer to him. It took every single muscle in your body not to swat at him like you usually did. “We go way back.” He sounded natural. Effortless. “I’ve known her since she was… this high?” He used his other hand to gesture just above the height of the low table. He’d been awfully ready with that response.

“Oh, that’s so sweet! Childhood sweethearts? Did you know that you’d end up together even back then?”

“Umm…” You really were terrible at this but Kung Lao wasn’t. It made you wonder how much of this was actually a lie to him.

“We were like ten when we first started hanging out so I was just a dumb kid who didn’t understand any of that. I knew that I liked her but didn’t know what to do about it.” He shrugged and leaned close to your cheek as if to give you a kiss there and you leaned away and scrunched up your face so much that he instead laughed and buried his head against your shoulder.

“That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.” Sayuri giggled into her glass of plum wine. You turned to look at Kung Lao. He lifted his head and his eyes flitted back to yours.

“You’re terrible at this.”

“I am so terrible at this.” You were grateful for the language barrier more than ever.

Kioshi returned with a tray that held a familiar liquor bottle and small equally familiar glasses for sake. Your stomach dropped. “Drinks all around! New friends and the Autumn Festival.” He began to place the glasses in front of each of the guests.

“Oh, no, no…” You bowed and pushed the small cup away in rejection. “No alcohol for me tonight.” This was starting to feel more and more like an actual date you’d gone on with Kung Lao without even realizing it. It was hitting all the notes. Cute trip to a foreign place. Cute meal. Intimate conversation. You’d even made out a little. This was not supposed to be a pleasure trip. Also, and more importantly, you were not dating Kung Lao.

And you had kissed Liu Kang, so this was too complicated. No liquor! You could hear Chen in the back of your mind, telling you to drink, telling you to lower your inhibitions and just pick right up where you’d left off in the shrine.

“That’s probably for the best.” Kung Lao pushed his cup away too.

“Come on. Just one? For luck!” Sayuri pouted, pushing your cups back toward you.

“She won’t let it go until you do.” Kioshi chimed in. The rest of the occupants at the table were taking the cups gratefully with a bow as they were filled. It suddenly felt rude to turn down the drink so you took your cup back with a sigh. You supposed one drink would be fine. Then again, with the blood thinning problem, who knew? You’d be fine, you coached yourself. Kung Lao gave you a nervous look as though he were thinking the same thing. You were suddenly aware of how little you’d eaten. You picked up the last pork bun on your plate and ate it as quickly as you could. There. No more empty stomach.

Sayuri lifted her cup and the rest of the table did the same. So did you. The sake was hot and you took a sip of it and winced. Kung Lao downed his in one fast motion. He then set his cup aside, upside down so that no one would refill it. You were grateful for that. The last thing you needed was to be drunk while desecrating a Buddhist Temple. He continued his chatter amongst the others while you sipped until the sake was gone. Then you placed your cup next to his upside down. The sun had gone down, and the lanterns glowed a brilliant orange, illuminating the temple in warm light. You turned on the bench to face away from the table. Your cheeks were warm and the annoying overthinking had briefly stopped. At least it hadn’t taken you from zero to drunk.

Kung Lao turned to sit with you and with him, came the rest of the couples at the table. They gathered around in front of you and sat on the stone while swapping stories and histories. Some were schoolteachers, others were businessmen. Each came from an interesting and diverse background. You didn’t weigh in much. Your Japanese was just not good enough to keep up. The hum of conversation and the warmth of the sake were enough to make you sleepy.

“What about you, Kung Lao? What do you two do?” A stranger across the way asked. You didn’t remember introducing yourselves to these other people but you supposed that Kung Lao had captivated everyone’s attention. You had been more focused on why you were really there for the night. Kung Lao searched for the words to explain what it was he did. It was the first time that evening where he had struggled to come up with a lie. You decided to help him out with a little bit of truth.

“He’s a martial artist.” You patted him on the back and he forced a smile. You had done so purposely pretty hard. “And I teach martial arts.” You had. That wasn’t a lie. Immediately, people were gushing over you. “I just teach. He’s quite good.” You smiled at him, redirecting all of the attention back onto him. Sayuri leapt to her feet, wobbling with drink, excited.

“Oh! Oh! Show us something cool!” She grabbed your hand as though you had known each other far longer than an hour.

“No, no.” You laughed politely. “The sake went right to my head. I’ll pass.” You bowed. Much to your surprise, Kung Lao leaned closer to you.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine” You assured him. “But you should show off a little. You’re good at that.”

“I planned to. I need a partner but if you’re not feeling up to it.” He made another playful kissy face and you shoved him away, inciting more laughter. Kung Lao stood up, fingers brushing over the brim of his hat before he pulled it off and offered it to you to hold. You slipped it on top of your head instead. He patted the top of it. “I need a partner since Y/N won’t help me.” He spoke in Japanese as he walked into the sand below the stone path.

“Go! Kioshi!” Sayuri pushed her boyfriend to his feet but he looked incredibly nervous even if he did as he was asked. Kioshi bowed to Kung Lao after joining him in the sand.

“Now come at me.” He instructed and Kioshi did just that. Kung Lao grabbed his arm, twisted him back and then flipped him onto the sand, inciting a gasp from the crowd. But even as the man nearly struck the ground, Kung Lao crouched and stopped his momentum then helped him to his feet. Everyone applauded, and you offered him a slow, unimpressed clap. Kung Lao showed Kioshi how to do a few other moves then countered them. Poor Kioshi. He just wanted to impress Sayuri. You caught Kung Lao looking to you every so often and tried not to apply that exact thought to you. He knew you thought he was good. Right? He wasn’t showing off for you was he? Fake date or affection? You had no idea but you were pretty sure you were losing this game.

If he wanted to show off, you’d make him work. “Do a flip!” You yelled and Kung Lao looked to you as if to admonish you for putting him on the spot. Everyone else was chanting do a flip and you pointed to them as if he had no choice now. He rubbed his palms together then leapt back onto the stone walkway. He stepped to the edge of the stone and then instead of walking off, he flipped through the air, legs high above him before landing as if it were nothing at all. He really was a delight to watch. When he turned back around, he blew you a kiss and then pointed an accusatory finger at you. You covered your face with your hands as your cheeks turned red and Sayuri whistled almost directly in your ear.

This was a pretend date, you reminded yourself.

A pretend and very convincing date with Kung Lao.

It had felt so natural that you had to continuously remind yourself that it was pretend. Your face hurt from smiling and was red since he kept flirting with you even when he was just showing off something he had practiced his whole life. The crowd took over with simple requests and so he was preoccupied for a time and it gave you peace to recover from your embarrassment and for the sake to run its course.

When he was finished, the crowd politely applauded and thanked him for humoring them. You applauded with them and when he sat back down next to you, he sighed contentedly. He hadn’t even broken a sweat. The group had taken to talking amongst themselves again. Some discussed that the last bus would be coming to get them in the next hour or so.

Kung Lao turned to you and pulled up the hat on your head and tugged the strap free before gently tucking it beneath your chin. It was way looser on you and he tugged it with a smile to urge you a little closer. You averted your eyes but couldn’t hide your delight. “So, how’d I do? You didn’t seem too impressed.”

“You’re great Kung Lao, but you already knew that.”

“I know. I just wanted to hear it from you.” He took the hat from you and then slipped it back on his head. “Cute hat. I think I’ll steal it.” You watched the others chat and then Kung Lao stood and offered you his hand. “One last walk by the water?”

“Sure, I guess.” You sighed and took his hand before getting up. You were supposed to be discreet so that no one would notice you were missing when you hid. So much for that. Perhaps you would say goodbye in a moment and then find somewhere to hide until everyone else left. That would work. Kung Lao leapt off the stone path and offered you help down which you took. Then you let go of his hand walked closer to the water. Kung Lao didn’t follow you immediately, but you could feel his eyes following you.

Then he jogged to catch up with you. “Y/N?” You turned to face him, and he stopped in front of you. He took a purposeful step closer to you, denying you personal space. You were forced to tilt your gaze up to meet his.

“Yes?” You asked skeptically. He rested one hand on your hip, and you cocked a curious eyebrow as if to dare him to keep going. You would ten thousand percent pin his ass into the sand if you had to. He tilted your chin up and examined your face before letting his fingers brush down your jaw and over the side of your neck. His eyes followed the trail of his fingertips and you stiffened up but didn’t back down. He leaned ever closer and you very bravely, at least you thought it was brave, refused to turn away, even when his lips drew ever closer.

“…you’ve got something in your teeth,” he whispered with a grin. You laughed and smacked his hand away from your neck and then stepped back and pointed an accusatory finger at him.

“I am going to knock you on your ass and throw you into that toxic lake if you keep that up.” You threatened, walking away from him.

“Well, that’s rude!” He caught up to you and so you shoved at him again with a laugh and kept walking while he stumbled in the sand. You heard him get closer again and so you turned to warn him that you were going to follow through on your threat but he grabbed your arm, pulled you close, and without any warning or pretense, his lips pressed against yours. He was still laughing and you could feel the reverberations of the sweet sound moving through your lips, down your throat and sending shivers down your spine.

It made you smile and as if they had a mind of their own, your lips betrayed you and kissed him back. He held you tight to steady you in the sand and then pushed a stray hair from your face, then urged you to tilt your head even further back as he opened his mouth wider to deepen the kiss, taking each moment greedily for his own. His lips still tasted like the damn pork bun that you’d shoved in his mouth and that made you laugh.

His arm slipped around you and his hand met the small of your back and pulled you tight against him. His warm body pressed against yours woke you from the romantic reverie he’d slipped you into.

“Nope,” you muttered against his lips and then pulled back, leaning away from him since his arm held you captive.

“Oh?” Eyes half-lidded, Kung Lao seemed confused as to why you’d stopped him. Your stomach dropped. That look in his eyes was killing you, something more than romance, closer to lust. Your stomach was doing flips again. Affection or fake date? This one was easy. “Sorry.” He very suddenly realized that it may have been inappropriate and pursed his lips while he searched for the inevitable elusive lie that he would feed you as an excuse for his behavior. “Got carried away.” That was not so much a lie this time.

“Sure you did. Because of all the people that we’ve lied to, right? Had to act the part of doting boyfriend? You came up with our origin story very quickly, by the way.”

“Oh?” He was again at a loss for words, very unlike him. He turned to look at where the others were still gathered on the stone path by the tables. “Oh! Yeah. The act. That thing. Right.”

“Wow,” you whispered but your brain was screaming. No words. Just screams. The panic was real. This was a mess. A huge mess. How had you slipped so naturally into these roles? There were no other words for it than a total and complete fucking mess. He let you go and then went on talking like nothing had happened. He tried to lead you along the sand again.

What were they going to do? What were you going to do? You couldn’t date them both! You had already kissed them both and felt terribly guilty about it. You even felt a little slutty which was never a word you would have used to describe yourself as much as Chen wished that you would.

Maybe slutty was too harsh a word. Your lips, at the very least, were very slutty.

Kung Lao was listing off potential places that you could hide while you waited for the monks to end their night. He’d managed to go back to being his normal self. You couldn’t turn that off so quickly. The rollercoaster was back and there was a huge drop just ahead. You had nothing to say, no input even when he asked you for it. You kept walking alongside him instead, the screaming in your head now mixed with chaotic laughter at the improbability of the situation. You had to make a choice eventually. But both of them were so different and your connection to them was even more so. You had to stop thinking about it. There was no solving this now.

“Did I make it weird?” His words finally slipped through all the screaming which stopped very suddenly.

“What? With your bad jokes and all the showing off?” You instantly found refuge in sarcasm. Oh god, you were so alike in some ways. Kung Lao cocked an eyebrow as if to say you knew exactly what he was referring to. “Oh. Oh, yeah, that kissing me thing you keep doing.”

“Yeah, that’s the one. That’s the thing.”

You huffed. Where to start? Most important of the things bothering you, you supposed. The truth. “I kissed Liu.” You were surprised by how confident you’d sounded. You hadn’t actually said it out loud before. “And I wanted to kiss him.”

Kung Lao did not seem surprised by this revelation. In fact, he seemed very unsurprised. “And did you want to kiss me?”

You stuttered because that was not the response that you’d expected. Wait. Did he already know? Were Liu Kang and Kung Lao gossiping about you? The screaming was back but this time it was angry. You pinched the bridge of your nose and then grunted in frustration and made to walk away. Kung Lao grabbed your arm to stop you.

“Did you?”

“Yeah, I suppose that I did.” Getting those words out was like pulling teeth. You didn’t know what anything meant. Everything was chaos and nothing mattered. “I can’t kiss you both.”

“I mean you did so you obviously can.”

“You know what I mean!”

“Do I?”

“It has to stop.”

“For you? Or for me? Or for Liu? You’re being very vague, Y/N.”

“Are you being purposely frustrating? For all of us, Lao.” You tapped his chest with each word and he laughed. “You have no idea how this is eating me up! I’m so confused. My heart hurts. No more. No more of it.” You weren’t sure how you were going to stand by this declaration when they just went for it so freely but damnit, you were frustrated.

“I guess that’s fair. Only sort of though. How come you get to decide? I’m part of this too.”

“Kung Lao, I swear.”

“Okay! Okay.” He avoided your gaze and his eyes were darting to the side. He was lying? About what?

“What? What’s that look?”

“Uh… ah… what look?”

“I thought you were a good liar, Lao! What’s going on with you?”

“I uh… nothing?” He looked so beyond guilty that you laughed in disbelief.

“Kung Lao? What did you do?”

“That list is way too long to go over right now. We’d be here all week and we have things to do.” He turned away.

“You’re hiding something.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Y/N.”

“Why aren’t you mad, Lao? Aren’t you mad that I kissed your best friend? Hell, I kissed your brother and then also kissed you? Shouldn’t you be pissed? Why am I the one that’s angry?” Your voice was very high-pitched and he laughed at you again.

“What’s the point of being angry? I knew that you and Liu were getting close. Everyone knows. You’re obvious. I’m not stupid, Y/N. I just also decided not to give up.” He sighed but still avoided your eyes and kept checking to see if you were buying it or not. What the actual hell?

“I don’t know what you’re lying about or why you’re lying but I know that you’re lying, Lao. And I know that it’s something important.”

“We have so much to do, Y/N. You’re being crazy. Maybe I will stop kissing you.” He teased and you smacked his arm and gasped. He wasn’t taking you seriously! You took calming deep breaths. Now what were you supposed to do? That hadn’t gone at allhow you’d expected it to. It hadn’t helped you get any closer to a decision. It had only further confused you!

“Of course you will. Because I told you to stop.” You mocked him and he looped his arm with yours. “Let’s go say goodbye to these strangers before I really do push you into the lake and just yell about what a big liar you are.”

“As much as I would love to see that, it’s probably the wrong time to make a display of ourselves.”

“Says the man who has done nothing but make a display of himself all damn day.”

“You didn’t seem to be complaining. You didn’t even try to stop me.”

“No one can stop you, Kung Lao. You’ve made that incredibly clear.” You walked with him back to where the others were gathered. Kung Lao was then his usual charming self, chatting and telling the others that you had to go and had called a taxi to pick you up. You did your absolute best not to roll your eyes but you were seething. Why had you thought telling him would change anything? You supposed that you’d expected him to be angry that you had kissed him after also kissing Liu and would tell you to make a choice. But he hadn’t. Why? Was he afraid that you would choose Liu over him? He didn’t seem afraid of what came next like you were. In fact, he seemed like he wanted to drag this out. You were uncomfortable but you decided, in a breath, to let it go.

Whatever he was hiding would be revealed eventually and when it did, you would call him out on it and gladly. And you would kiss whoever you damn well pleased. For now, you just had to keep your head on straight and focus on the task at hand.

He’d kissed you like it was no big deal. The audacity of this man!

You waved at the others and together you walked to where you’d met the bus. Then you snuck around the gate surrounding the shrine and found a place hidden behind a series of rocks to wait and hide. It was what made the most sense. There was nowhere else to hide without being spotted with so many guests still remaining. As far as you had seen, there were no security cameras.

“You still mad?” He whispered after an hour had passed.

“Confused. Not mad.”

“Don’t be confused, Y/N.”

“Okay. Still a little mad. Almost snapped at you again.”

He chuckled and you pouted. He urged his arm around your shoulder and hugged you close. You were still a little mad but his hugs did feel nice. Comforting even. You were so drained. You hadn’t been prepared for the emotional toll this was taking on you. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t even know what you’re sorry for so don’t waste your breath.” You swatted his arm and he swatted your hand back. “I’m confused. That’s all.”

“Clearly. Look, I’m not mad at you. I don’t like that you kissed Liu but you’re figuring things out. That’s fine.”

“But Liu…”

“I can’t say that Liu won’t be mad about it but I mean, maybe that will make him seem less appealing.” He grinned and you groaned in annoyance and smacked his arm again. “It’ll all work out, Y/N.”

“It’ll all work out, Y/N.” You mimicked him and he laughed again. “I can’t believe that I have to sit stewing over this next to you, with your arms around me while we wait to break in there. God, I need something to punch.”

“This has been fun.” Kung Lao decided while trying not to laugh. Fun? You huffed again and then leaned your head back against the stone and closed your eyes. You had to stop the racing thoughts and find a way to be okay with what had just happened. Time would help, you decided.

And it did.

You fell asleep.

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silksandcravats · 4 years

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Training (part 2) Kylo Ren x You

Summary: Kylo has a long and brutal punishment in store for you after your behaviour this morning. Read part 1 here for context

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WARNINGS: explicit language, smut, dom!kylo, mean!kylo, blindfolds, handcuffs, collar, anal play, slight painal, mention of caning, wax play, crying during sex, PIV sex, generally a bit rough, aftercare tho don’t worry

A/N: Accidentally deleted this b/c i’m dumb so reposting. I apologise this took me ages to write but it’s here now! and it is LONG so i really hope the wait was worth it! (ps gif is basically a visual representation of what he does to you… you da helmet b.)

You managed to keep yourself busy for much of the remainder of the day. You could have any food delivered to your quarters, but today you ate at the furthest dining hall possible, trying to kill time. But it would seem that the more you tried to occupy yourself, the more you found yourself coming up blank. In fact, you couldn’t seem to remember a single hobby of yours, instead your mind forced you to relive the events of your morning again and again.

You refused to acknowledge any form of remorse for your actions, but you couldn’t help it when the anxious knot that had grown in your stomach seemed to tighten further and further with each passing hour. It was only after you had given up your game of playing busy that you were forced to face your waterloo.

You were sitting on one of the sleek lounge chairs, facing the glass wall that stood between you and the endless mass of glittering stars and indefinite darkness, when the doors opened. You listened to heavy steps enter the quarters, and you closed your eyes for a moment, collecting yourself, bracing for whatever was next to come.

“Come along kitten, we have much to discuss.” He called for you, opting to forgo any pleasantries. You took a deep breath, before standing, following his voice to another room in your quarters. Technically, it was your bedroom, but the room was so large it served multiple purposes, to one side sat a bed, two bedside tables, a door leading to the refresher, and another door to a large closet, on the other side of the room was a few sleek shelves and an excessively large desk a few feet from the wall, and between the two sides, a large expanse of empty floor.

“Bring me your collar.” he said, already holding something in his massive fist you couldn’t quite see.

You nodded, remembering to add a “yes sir” after he cleared his throat, going to collect the black piece from it’s home in your bedside table. You brought it back to him, setting it down in his waiting hand, before dropping your hands awkwardly to your side, unsure what he wanted you to do with them. He noticed this, but offered you no guidance, grabbing your chin and thrusting it upwards so he could fasten your collar around your neck. He was sorely tempted to pull it too tight, to make you gasp and turn your face a pretty shade of pink, but you would need your breath for what was to come.

Once the collar was secured he began undressing you swiftly and quietly, face void of emotion. If he was aroused by seeing you nude, he didn’t show it.

He then circled around you, stalking his prey, stopping behind you he moved to blindfold you, robbing you of your sight and encouraging you to tune into your other senses. Once it was on tightly you heard him take a few steps back from you. You stood there a few moments before you heard him speak.

“Kneel.” The addition of the blindfold made the simple task more complicated, as your sense of balance was altered. You did your best not to tip over as you fell to your knees quickly, you knew he was expecting blind obedience, and if you failed to comply immediately he would roughly push you to the ground himself.

“I must confess pet, I was under the false impression that we were making progress in your training.” He mused circling to your front again. “But your infraction today has made it apparent I have been entirely too forgiving with you. That will have to change.” He paused and could him shuffling next to you and then you felt his hot breath fanning against your ear. “You look so pretty and vulnerable like this baby.”

“Thank you sir.” you purred, grateful for the compliment.

“It’s too bad I have to punish you for being such an insufferable brat.” he sneered, grabbing your ear tightly, and standing. You winced in pain and followed him up as quickly as possible trying to ease the pressure, but he didn’t let up. He walked to the other side of the room with you staggering blindly just behind him. Using only the grip on your ear, he practically flung you forward so you fell against his desk bent over. Your hands coming to catch yourself a bit too late.

He pulled your arms back meeting them just over the swell of your ass and you felt the unmistakable sensation of standard first order cuffs locking around your wrists. You nearly rolled your eyes, wondering what he had in store for you that he felt the need to restrain you. You were left to wait for a while before you felt contact again. His hand reached your ass grabbing one cheek and crudely pushing it to the side, and then you felt his now slick finger prodding against your back door. You squeaked and tried to move forward but there was nowhere to go.

Self defence wasn’t the only training Kylo was guiding you through. He was obsessed with the idea of claiming you- all of you. And that included every hole. The past few weeks he had begun working you towards taking him up your ass, and while you found the idea of it totally arousing, the painstaking slow path towards it was a pain in the ass, literally. You hated the way it felt so cold going in, the stretch was painful, and at the end of it all it felt like there was no real relief as a plug would usually sit ideally in you, taking up space but not providing you the stimulation you craved.

Tonight Kylo had decided to use this distaste for anal training against you. You groaned at the feeling as his finger pressed firmly inside your unwilling hole, sliding right in, two knuckles deep working into you.

“I’ve got a new plug for you tonight little one,” he informed you, pressing his finger all the way in so it sat deep inside you.

“Is- is it bigger?” You asked nervously, trying your luck as you weren’t sure if you were even allowed to talk right now.

“Indeed kitten,” he answered, it seems your question was allowed for now. He continued pushing in a second finger. “I’ve skipped a few sizes, this one’s bigger than you’ve ever taken. And it’s going all the way up your ass.” you shivered at the thought.

He didn’t prepare you much more before you felt his fingers withdrawal and the tip of a cold steel plug pressing against you. You couldn’t help the grunt of discomfort that fell from your lips as you instinctively clenched tightly, denying him access.

“Don’t fight me.” he commanded calmly, pressing harder against you. You squeezed your eyes tightly under the blindfold, your entire face scrunching with discomfort.

“Don’t want it.” you complained. Suddenly the pressure stopped momentarily.

“Fine,” he relented, tone still eerily calm. “Then you can help me put it in. Hold yourself open.” Your eyes flew open.

“I-I can’t.” You tried, holding your cuffed wrists up slightly as an excuse.

“I won’t repeat myself kitten,” he warned. Not wanting to provoke him further, you elected to oblige. With a pink face and shame filling your guts, you pushed your hands back, grabbing your own ass you pulled yourself open, fully presenting your little hole to him. The position was entirely humiliating, but that was what he was going for.

“The little slut can listen,” he mused, once again lining the steel invader with your entrance. When he pressed again you were unable to resist the way you had earlier, and much to your disappointment you felt yourself beginning to stretch painfully in an attempt to accommodate the foreign object. You could already tell this one was a good deal wider and longer than any of the preceding plugs, and you felt all too sorry for yourself as you thought about how your only option was to lie there and take it.

“You are going to learn that I have final say of anything and everything that happens to this little hole, and every other inch of your body.” he lectured, pushing deeper and deeper. “This body belongs to me, you are mine, and whatever happens to you is entirely up to me. I will see to it that you learn to listen to me better than you listen to your own body. I know what is best for my pet, and you will listen to me.”

You let out a small whine as the widest part slipped inside of you, but otherwise the plug was fully seated without much further protest from you. Finding yourself too overcome with shame to fight your situation anymore. Once it was all the way, he took a moment to admire the shiny and excessive jewel at the end of the plug before batting your hands away. You worked to even your breathing as he stepped away from you, you could hear his footsteps echo as he walked across the room.

“Open” he came around to your front, placing something hard and wooden, a cane, between your teeth, you bite down, realising he wanted you to hold the implement. “We are going to try something new today, it is intended to be a punishment, although I suspect being the little whore that you are you will find some way to enjoy it. This is practice for you. It will be quite intense but you will not move an inch because I told you not to. Since it’s so hard for you to follow instructions, you’re going to hold this in your mouth the whole time. If you so much as step a toe out of line, I will cane you until I draw blood, understood?”

You nodded quickly in response to his threat, knowing full well he was not bluffing.

“Good” he muttered, patting your face and moving behind you again. He allowed you to wait in wonder as he worked behind you. Anticipation swirled in your belly as you wondered what new trick he had in store to make you squirm.

Suddenly your curiosity was answered as you felt something scalding hot drip onto the top left of your exposed back. You gasped, but fought against your instincts, remaining entirely still. The burn was intense but short lived, You felt white hot pain for the briefest moment, before the substance cooled and hardened against your skin. You quickly realised he was dripping hot wax along your back.

“How does that feel?” he asked curiously, running a line down a portion of your spine, moving lower down your back towards a region he knew would be even more sensitive.

“Hurts.” you slobbered slightly against the cane holding your mouth slightly agape, fighting your body’s instinct to wiggle away from the sensation. You yelped aloud as you feel a small puddle of wax pool in one of the dimples of your back. Oh how you wanted to arch your back in response. You found that when the wax made contact with the lower portion of your back the sting only halfway subsided when it hardened, a soreness remaining.

Kylo felt himself hardening at the sight of you. You were purring out pathetic little whines every time he splattered more red wax against your poor flesh. You looked stunning like this, clearly so desperate to move but forcing yourself to be still, to be good for him. Ever the sadist, he continued his work until your skin was practically covered, and your little whines had begun to shift into little moans. Though he wouldn’t admit it aloud, he was rather proud of your resilience, and decided to reward you by trailing his hand down to your dripping, neglected center.

“Just as I expected. Soaked.” he hummed, spreading your labia to expose your clit and opening to the cool air. “It would seem the little painslut enjoyed herself,” he ran his finger just along your opening, but didn’t give you the pleasure of entering you. “I supposed we better take care of this greedy little cunt.” he withdrew his prodding fingers, moving his hands to your wrist. He released you from the cuffs only to grasp your wrists in one of his big hands. With his other hand he grabbed the top of your right arm tightly, pulled you up so your entire naked backside was flush against his clothed front.

Once you were standing he kept his grip on your wrists but let go of your arm to reach around and pull the cane from your mouth. It was more than a little wet from where you had been holding it in your mouth and you wished your hands were free so you could wipe the drool that had run down your chin.

“I suppose this will be saved for another time.” He muses, tossing the cane to the side. His next move was to release you from the blindfold, granting you sight again. Your eyes immediately squinted and blinked, trying to adjust to the harsh fluorescents of the room again. He kissed down your neck sloppily, overwhelmed with arousal at how well you had taken the experiment. You basked in the shift of attention for a while before he pulled away from you abruptly. You whined at the loss of contact but he shushed you, pulling away entirely letting your hands go.

“Go wait on the bed for me.” He commanded, softly. You nodded moving to the bed still stark naked to wait for him while he undressed. Your attention was once again drawn to the large plug invading your back entrance, as it shifted inside you with every step you took. You wondered to yourself if he would notice if you reached back and pulled the kriffing thing out. But you decided against it as you crawled onto the bed. Of course he would notice.

He hadn’t told you how he wanted you to wait for him, so you opted to lie on your back, propped up on your elbows, watching as he finished undressing himself and moved over to you. He crawled onto the bed, hovering over you, pressing his mouth against you and you kissed back eagerly, opening wide enough that he could poke his hot wet tongue around, exploring your mouth. His hand slid down, grasping your breast and tweaking one of your nipples between his fingers, making you groan into his mouth.

You bucked your hips up into him as he twisted and pulled. “Patience,” he warned against your mouth, moving his hand to give your other nipple the same treatment. You whined, and continued bucking yourself upward against his hardened cock, trying to provoke him to hurry up and fuck you already. Suddenly he ripped away from your mouth, grasping your throat roughly and shoving your head back against the pillows.

“You don’t cum until I tell you. Is that clear?” he snarled, pressing just firmly enough to restrict the blood flow to your head.

“Yes s-supreme leader.” you gasp, knowing the effect his title on your lips had on him.

“Good girl,” he seemed pleased, releasing your neck, moving his hand down between your legs. His fingers grazed past your entrance, but kept moving further down to where the little plug sat, nestled in your back hole. He twisted and tugged at it, to which you responded with more wiggling and groans. “How’s the new toy treating my little toy?” he pulled it out so that the widest part of the plug was stretching you open again and you squeaked.

“F-full sir, really full.” you tried to respond.

“You better get used to it.” he slammed in all the way back in suddenly, making you jump. “When I shove my cock in there soon, you’re going to feel much more full.”

“Please,” you begged, his words making your pussy clench on nothing and your asshole tighten around the plug.

“Please what?” he hummed, watching you practically writhe on the bed.

“Please fuck me.” You sounded so desperate.

“Fuck you?” he asked in a mocking tone, teasing your clit, his touch was feather light but in your state it was enough to make you jerk your hips.

“Yes, yes please.”

“Have you learned anything today, kitten?” His tone is condescending.

“Yes yes! And I’m so sorry I’ll be so good, please.” you word vomit, hoping you’ll say what he wants to hear.

“You’re sorry?” he taunts, lining himself up.

“Yes, yes I’m really sorry!” you plead, shrieking when he slams into you.

“Hmm, I better see if I can fuck any last bits of brat out of you, just to be sure.” He begins pounding into you harshly, finally giving you what you want to feel. The sensation of his cokc ramming in and out of you rapidly is only further amplified by the shiny object plugging up your back hole. You felt entirely stuffed, the feeling was overwhelming. “Look at you, I’m going to make such a mess of you kitten, aren’t I?”

“Y-yes supreme leader.” you moaned, every stroke reaching a new depth within.

“Who do you belong to?” He growled, sweat beading on his forehead as he pounded into you.

“Y-you sir.” You pant. He pulled back suddenly, grabbing both of your ankles, he pulled them up and pressed them back as far as you would stretch. You felt the ache grow in your muscles as he slammed into you from the new angle. “Fuck! Kylo I can feel you in my guts!”

“Shit kitten say my name again. Who fucks you so well?” He growled as trying to get his words out straight as you tightened against him.

“You do Kylo! Shit! Kylo!” you were practically howling, tears streaming down your cheeks as the pleasure overwhelmed you. “Kylo, k-kylo please, please can I cum?”

“Hold it.” he moved his hand down toying with your clit, making you scream.

“I-I can’t!”

“You can and you will, what did I just teach you?” He wrapped his free hand around your throat twisting it away from the pillows so he could glare into your glossy eyes and watch you cry.

“Stars! I’m t-trying sir please!” you cried, feeling the familiar knot in your tummy.

“You can do it kitty, make me proud, just a little longer.” He grunted, snapping his hips into you again and again. You cried harder but nodded, watching his concentration as he fucked you into the mattress. He’d make you wait longer, but he was nearing the edge himself.

“Kylo!” You cried, the sensation was building and you knew you couldn’t hold off much longer.

“Shit, come for me angel, be a good girl and cum on my cock. SHIT!” He yelled head twitching inside of you, unloading his seed deep inside of you.

“Kylo!” You cried the knot inside of you exploded and he released inside of you, squeezing again and again as he continued rocking into you. You sobbed loudly, totally blissed out, and entirely overwhelmed.

Finally, his hips slowed, he let out a grunt, not bothering to pull out of you yet, he collapsed onto you, his heavy weight pressing you into the mattress, comforting you. He buried his face in your neck, panting and you weakly reached your arms up to wrap around his neck, still sobbing into his shoulder as you came down from your high.

“I’m here angel, I’ve got you.” He pet your head as you cried his name. You could feel his heartbeat, steady across your chest as you came down. Soon your crying was reduced to slow ragged breaths, and you seemed to re-enter your body, all too aware of the wax still stuck to your back, your wrists aching from the cuffs, your pounding head, the foriegn presence in your ass, and the overall feeling of achiness and exhaustion.

Kylo and his impressive stamina recovered much quicker than you. He pulled his weight off of you, kissed your forehead, and scooped you up, ignoring your noises of protest, he moved and carried you to the refresher. He sat down with you in his lap on the edge of the tub, leaning to plug the tub and turn on the water.

“Did so well kitten, I’m so proud of you.” he muttered, tightening his hold on you, kissing your temple.

“M’sore.” you grumble softly.

“I know baby, here.” He stood and moved you to stand on your feet. You whined again when he let go of you and pressed you slightly to lean over the sink. “Shh, just taking this out.” He hushed you softly, reaching down to work the plug out of you as gently as possible. When more sad noises left your lips, he reached his free hand out for you to grasp. You took it quickly, squeezing a few of his thick fingers in your fist every time you felt a stretch. He let you without complaining, you weren’t really hurting him, especially compared to what he had put you through.

When he was finished he tugged you up into his chest again, and you nuzzled against him. You were still wobbly from being so fucked out, but his tall, sturdy frame took on most of your weight. He ran his hand up and down your back slowly, cooing more praises to you, about how proud he was, and how good you had been. The skin to skin between the two of you was all too comforting, and you felt your eyes drooping shut to the sound of his thumping chest and the sound of the bath still filling up.

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taxicabinmemphis · 4 years

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“You promised you wouldn’t forget me.” with any ship, human au, they were childhood friends but then one moved and they've met again for the first time in years

So yeah this one is long sorry.

(tw mentions of a panic attack, no description or anything tho)

Virgil kicked his tire angrily. Of course the vile creature had to flatten on him in the middle of nowhere. Now he was stuck on the side of the road in late September, cursing himself for not taking a spare the one time he should have.

The sun was shining down on him, bright and hot in the early afternoon. There were a few trees in the area, but they did nothing to shield him from the heat. Virgil didn’t really want to go back into his car as he had just had a panic attack in the driver’s seat, so he figured he would stay despite the hot weather.

Virgil groaned, pulling out his phone to call roadside assistance.

It was just his luck that his phone died the second his phone app had loaded.

It took Virgil all of his willpower to not throw the phone into the pavement out of anger.

He sighed, leaning his back against the car. What would he do now?

After about ten minutes of sitting there, he figured it would be best if he started to walk. The nearest town was a long way away, but he could hopefully get there by nightfall. He got up and grabbed his belongings.

As soon as he was fully ready to start walking, a car pulled in front of his. Virgil stiffened, worried that the person may be taking advantage of his situation and was going to hurt him.

A man got out of the car and turned to face Virgil. He had brown eyes, brown hair with a streak of white in it, and a mustache. He was wearing a forest green leather jacket over a ripped and dirty white t-shirt, ripped black jeans, and dirty combat boots.

The two made eye contact, and there was no denying it.

Remus Knightley.

Virgil’s worries about being harmed calmed immediately, but now he had a new set of anxieties to deal with. He knew everything about this man before he knew how to walk. They were best friends up until college, where Virgil got accepted into a prestigious art school and Remus went to prison for aggravated assault. Yeah, he committed the crime, but the victim deserved it.

As it appeared, Remus had served his sentence.

And now Virgil had to see him again. In any other instance he would be running into his arms, but there was a problem.

Virgil didn’t lose all contact with him for no reason. Yes, the prison and the art school made things difficult but they had been so close even that wouldn’t have stopped them.

Virgil had been in love with Remus since they were sixteen.

And now, he was apparently his best shot at getting out of his unfortunate situation.

“Flat tire?” Remus called out to Virgil, walking towards him.

Did Remus not recognize him?

Virgil could pretend he didn’t either. “Yeah, unfortunately.”

“Dead phone battery? No spare?”

Virgil sighed in annoyance. “My phone is at zero percent. No spare. I gave it to my friend Patton when he parked on a glass bottle outside my house a few days ago. Since I have never needed a spare in my life, I didn’t think to get one.”

“Even when driving out in the middle of nowhere?”

Virgil glared at him.

“I’m not judging!” He put up his hands in surrender. “Just curious.”

“It’s a three hour drive, dude, I’ve gone for twenty-six and never needed one.”

Remus raised an eyebrow. “Twenty-six hour drive? I’d go crazy.”

I’m sure you would.

Virgil shrugged. “Yeah, whatever. What are you here for?”

“I am offended. I come here to help and you don’t even entertain my conversation.”

“Maybe when I have food, water, charged phone, no flat tires and am not riding through the aftermath of a panic attack, mmkay?” Virgil’s rude tone was able to conceal any anxiety. “So what is your name and are you gonna help me or not.”

“I’ll help you.” Remus pulled his phone out, opening it to see the lockscreen. “My phone’s at sixty-eight.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow. “Precise. Name?”

Remus looked away from his phone and to Virgil’s eyes. “Don’t tell me you don’t know.”

Oh. So he did recognize him. Why didn’t he address him by his name then?

“No.”

“Virgil.” There it was.

“That is my name, great guessing.”

Remus paused.

“You promised you wouldn’t forget me.”

His voice wasn’t Remus’ anymore. It was weak, broken, and vulnerable. He no longer exuded confidence and danger.

Remus sighed at Virgil’s silence, turning around. He refused to face his old friend and crush. He opened up his phone to call roadside assistance.

“I did, didn’t I?”

Remus turned back to Virgil, eyes lighting up with hope. Virgil gave him a small, fond smile, and shrugged.

“Yeah, I didn’t forget you. Did you really think I could?”

Remus ran to Virgil, closing his phone and stuffing it in his pocket. He wrapped his arms around Virgil, lifting him into the air and spinning him around.

“R-Re-Remus!” Virgil laughed. “Put me down and let me hug you properly.”

Remus slowly set Virgil down, but kept his arms tight around the emo. Virgil hugged him back, nuzzling his head against Remus’ shoulder.

They pulled back after a long time.

“Don’t you dare pull that stunt again, you hear me?” Remus said firmly, pointing at Virgil with his index finger.

“What? How could I be sure of your identity? You have a twin brother after all.”

“Jerk. You knew it was me.”

"Yeah,” Virgil conceded. “I did.”

Remus raised en eyebrow. “Why’d you lie then?”

Virgil gulped. He didn’t want to tell him. “Does it matter?”

“Yes.” He frowned. “You weren’t scared I was gonna assault you too, were you? ‘Cause I would never hurt you. And either way, no more prison; it took me away from you.”

Virgil snorted, but put a hand to his forehead. There was no real harm in the truth, was there? “No. I was scared about that before I saw it was you, ironically.” Remus laughed at Virgil’s admission. “But...well, we never reconnected.”

“Because of prison.”

“Oh come on, Remus, our friendship could’ve survived anything if we tried hard enough. It was me.”

Remus started to pull away from Virgil, the emo immediately pulling him back.

“I was scared. I still am.” Virgil took a deep breath. “See, I may or may not have gotten the biggest crush on you when we were sixteen. You remember how gay I am. I went through the painful process of having an unrequited crush for a couple years, then you were convicted and I went to college and I couldn’t help but take it as a way to get over you. But as we both know...”

“Distance rarely helps,” they finished together.

“Yeah. So now I’m scared the same thing’s gonna happen.”

“You’re scared you’re gonna fall in love all over again.”

Virgil nodded. “I’m sorry if that hurts things between us.”

“Well, as someone who realized they were gay at thirteen because of how hot you looked in a purple button-up and black ripped jeans, fell in love with you not long after, and thought about you every day in prison, I’d say you’re confession poses no risk to our reunion.”

Virgil’s eyes widened. “You liked me too?!”

“Of course!”

“You bat! Why didn’t you tell me?”

Remus shrugged. “I could tell you didn’t like me like that at first; then I just got used to hiding it. I didn’t want to risk what we had.”

Virgil sighed, running a hand through his hair. “What’s done is done, I suppose.”

Remus nodded. “Do you have anywhere to be?”

“I mean, I was driving out to meet with my parents but I’m not gonna make it on time and they were supposed to fly out to Boston right after our meetup. So not anymore.”

“How’s about this? I call roadside assistance, they tow your car back where you came from or whatever, you use my phone to tell your parents what happened and that you all should reschedule, we drive to the nearest city which is farther than the nearest town so we get there at an appropriate time for dinner and get to sing songs from my CD collection together and catch up, and we eat at a good place I know?”

Virgil smiled. “Sounds marvelous.”

Hope that was alright, sorry it got so long! If you’d like a redo if it wasn’t what you wanted, just shoot me an ask. Thanks for the prompt!

#sanders sides #ask #dukexiety #romantic dukexiety #somehow-i-got-an-account #kill writes #fic #this one got away from me lmao

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tellywoodtrash · 3 years

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immj2 13 + 14.11.20 lbs

13.11.20

i’m just gonna skim through this one, coz i don’t wanna dwell on the death and maatam and all.

hahahahahahahahaha riddhima is screaming at god for letting this happen and kabir is like “bhagwaan ko beech mein kyun laa rahi ho, mujhe bhi toh credit do!” i truly love this crazyass fucker.

riddhima continuing to scream at god about vansh jissne “KOI KABHI BURA KAAM NAHI KIYA HAI” ?!?!?!!?!?!?!? sis what the fuck???? first of all, none of us over the age of like...... 7, are truly sinless. and THIS MAN PARALYZED AND THREATENED TO KILL YOU MULTIPLE TIMES, FFS.

KABIR IS MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, I AM KABIR

now she trying to throw herself off the cliff and for some reason i cannot understand, kabir is holding her back????? literally why, my bro????? let her die, saaari musibatein khatam. ugh, you still have some kinda residual feelings for her from your not-that-kameena days, don’t you?

asalkdjaldkjsaldkjsalkdjl riddhima ke andar OG prerna ka bhoot chadh gaya, she hitting kabir with danda the way Mother India did dhulaayi of yudi in the disco (still one of the most iconic scenes of tellywood for me, istg)

dude, idk if it’s just ego waale possesive issues or he still has feelings for her, but kabir def wants riddhima to be “his girl”. even after danda beating he’s trying to help her as she stumbles around in sadma.

anyway she sauntered off rubbing that stupid muffler of vansh’s on her face. SIS YOU GONNA BREAK OUT IF YOU RUB SUCH GANDA KAPDA ON YOUR FACE.

5 min of flashbacks of vansh. fwding.

family (dadi, chanchal, and all the rest of the riff-raff) has come back home and ghar is all dark.

weird how angre is also with them. i woulda thought he’d be on whatever tasks vansh set him on, instead of doing mandir yatras with these assholes.

mummy has decided to break news in most non-tactful way ever. wearing all white and has set up photu with haar already.

yeah, requisite screaming and crying blah blah. nahi dekhna.

i’m only here for ishani and angre’s reactions. bechaare look genuinely devastated. i mean dadi does too, but bohut hi zyaaaada overdramatic and i’m getting uncomfortable.

riddhima has returned.

to her surprise everyone already knows. zara dimaag lagao behen, how they even found out before you reached??? (ok no i understand you’re numb from trauma rn and can’t think of all this, but i hope your idiot brain thinks of it later.)

WHY THE FUCK IS DADI YELLING AT RIDDHIMA KI TERE HOTE HUE KAISE HUA YEHHHHHH, WHO THE FUCK IS SHE TO TAALOFY GIANT COSMIC DECISIONS LIKE LIFE AND DEATH????? isse apni khud ki jaan nahi sambhali jaati, let alone someone else’s.

holy shit she’s actually saying, “tu toh uski dhaal thi, uske liye tuney goli khaayi thi, iss baar kaise chook gayi????” MAN, FAMILIES OF DESI BOYS REALLY BE FUCKIN WILDDDDDDDDDDDDDD WITH THEIR EXPECTATIONS FROM BAHUS. one time she took a bullet for him wasn’t enough????? you want her to actually fucking die before something happens to him. god forgive me but i really wanna slap this dadi rn.

mummy cooking up some fucking ridiculousssssss story about gunde in the house and how vansh was chasing them and gaadi khaayi mein gir gayi and god knows whatttt

ok she’s saying siya got the call about it and she was running down the stairs while in shock and now whoopsie daisy, she’s in critical condition (probably in a coma or some shit.)

aryan looks sad at the siya news. thank god this mummy ka niyana has basic consideration for someone else other than himself and his mother.

mummy ka rona dhona drama fwding.

ishani is now yelling at angre. which..... kinda deserved. you’re his safety person dude.

ok too much crying. fwding.

riddhima asking mummy why you lie to family about how he died. mummy like how tf i tell them police dragged him out and he died in an encounter for trying to escape. it’s better for them to not know the truth. which.............. ok fair, but coming from this shadyassss woman......

god this mummy ka ainvayi praising vansh waala scene is going on too long. fwding.

riddhima back to room. some more flashbacks. OUFF. FWDING.

obligatory kamre ka tod-phod scene. FWDING!!!!!!!!!!

fell asleep crying and holding one of his coats.

LMAO ISHANI KA MANN NAHI BHARAA GHAR KE ITNE CASUALTIES SE............ SHE’S LIKE WHAT’S ONE MORE????

dadi slapping ishani for doing what any one of us would do, honestly, so.... whatever. fuck off dadi.

ishani telling 100% truth ki jabse this useless b has entered my bhai’s life, his problems have been never ending, i’m fucking sureeeeeeeeee she’s the reason he’s dead. the only voice of reason in this show, truly.

dadi all WOH EK HAADSAAAA THAAAA, NOONE CAN CONTROLLLL THOSEEEE, oh yeah, not the sentiment that you were expressing to riddhima when she walked in, you stupid old bat. whatever, i’m fwding this scene.

kabir and mishra have entered house. coz they are awwal no. ke sadists. need to get off on watching this family cry and suffer.

LMAO THE LOOK RIDDHIMA GAVE KABIR. HE’S LEGIT SCARED OF HER.

angre bhi staring daggers at kabir. chal hatt, i know for sure you’re behind saving vansh and stashing him somewhere to crawl out whenever it’s the right time.

body nahi mili blah blah blah

lol this one’s face clearly says milegi bhi kaise, main tum logon ki tarah nikamma nahi hoon. i have 16% success rate. it’s low but it’s more than y’all 0%.

lmaoooooo oh DOW DIGGY DIGGY DOW DIGGY DOW DOW, i love you sooooooooo much.

ALSO WHAT A MISSED OPPORTUNITY TO MAAROFY THE PUN KI “MAINE VANSH KE VANSH KO MITAAAAA DIYAAAAAAAA” severely disappointed in you, kabir.

yup. appropriate response. to just generally all the men in your life.

lmao riddhima like you arrested vansh ONLY COZ I LOVEDDDDDDD HIMMMMMMMMMMMM. lol the amount of self delusion. sis, his feelings for vansh were faaaaaaar more powerful and intense than anything he ever felt for your dumb ass.

kabir saying there’s nothing left for you here, why don’t you come back to me and lmao............... he tried.

“riddhima nahi. riddhima vansh raisinghania.”

ok whatever you say, sis. i’m just grateful to god this manhoos episode is finally over.

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14.11.20

redo of last scene.

lmao kabir is like I HATED VANSH WAAAAAAAAAAAAY BEFORE YOUR DUMB ASS FELL FOR HIM. YEAH I DON’T LIKE THAT YOU PICKED HIM OVER ME, BUT I’M NOT SO BAD THAT I’D TAKE REVENGE FROM HIM FOR THAT. yeah, dude. he just wanted his money; not youuuuuu. like..... chillll. kahaan se aata hai logon ko itnaaaaa confidence khud pe???

kabir saying i had proof vansh killed ragini, i found his watch there next to the body. she’s like i had it, i took it to repair it, and ragini died in front of me. vansh wasn’t anywhere near there.

lmao she’s back to shoving him around. what an annoying bitch she is.

kabir like did you SEE who shot ragini? no????????? then it could very well have been vansh, right????? plus i got that footage from 3 years ago.

she’s like hein hein heinnnnn where you get it from when i burnt that chip????????? OH NOW SHE’S USING HER BRAINNNNN. SO WAS VANSH THE ONE RENDERING HER SO FUCKING STUPID? NOW HE’S NOT ADDLING HER BRAIN WITH LUST HORMONES, HER 3 BRAIN CELLS ARE FINALLY WORKING AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! take this as proof, ladies. MEN MAKE YOU FUCKING DUMB AS SHIT BY JUST MAKING YOU BREATHE THE SAME AIR AS THEM.

kabir saying someone from inside the house probably saved it and sent it. and that vansh made all this happen by taking mishra’s gunnnn and forcing them to take the sunsaaaan paaath and he tried to runnn and blah blah blah.

again he’s asking her to come be with him and she’s like gtfo i don’t wanna see your cuteass face anymore, you’re dead to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ok she didn’t say the cute bit, i did. i think y’all already knew that. but how to resist??? he sho cute!!!!!!

mishra like this b kuch zyaada nahi bol gayi????

“dil par jo chot lagti hai, woh nazar nahi aati, but ghaav bohut gehra hota hai. yeh dard maine bhi mehsoos kiya tha, jab riddhima mujhe chod ke chali gayi thi vansh ke paas.” heinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn? now he suddenly is/was truly in love with her again???? bhai, tu decide karle, ki if she’s just a pawn to you or something more. ainvayi jhool raha hai idhar udhar.

mishra like, ok whatever, but where vansh’s body tho???

clearly not him. the head shape alllllll different.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS THEY FINALLY PUT RRAHUL’S FINE ASS IN JEANS!!!!!!

again, no wedding ring. dead body is not vansh.

“bhagwaan jaane kahaan chali gayi uski laash.” lmao i really loled the way he delivered the line. i really love him the mostttttttttt.

kabir you are honestly suchhhhhhhhhhhhhh an idiot, if you think not getting his body is a good thing. DON’T YOU KNOW HIM AT ALL??????? AT ALLLLLLLL????? NO BODY MEANS HE’S STILL OUT THERE, BIDING HIS TIME TO FUCKING COME GET YOUUUUUU.

he’s like good, vansh didn’t even get antim sanskaaaar. who knew kabir was sooooo religious??????

vansh so efficient and independent ki khud ka kriyakaram kar raha hai. aatmanirbhar ho toh aise!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

not before he maarofied his own pocket tho.

“bohut jald iss VR mansion ke aage KR mansion ka signboard hoga.” hein???????? the R in there is for RAISINGHANIA. why the hell would you add one random surname to your name??????

YEAH. I KNOW THOSE CHITTAAA-ASSS EARSSSSSSS.

OMFGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG BHAGWAAAAAAN NE MERIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII SUNNNNNNNNNNN LIIIIIIIIII THEY MADE HIM SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAVE ASALKJDLKJDSLAKJDLASKAS

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG THE DUMBASS FAKE DEEEP VOICE IS GONE TOOOOOOOOO ALKSDJSALKDJLASKJDLSAKJDLASKJDLASKJDLKJLKS I JUST

styling also EXAAAAAAACTLY HOW I LIKE IT.

helllllllllllllllllllllllo hunny. NOW YOU’VE MADE THIS SHOW FINALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY WORTH WATCHING. bas thodaaaa saa tharakkkkk ka maska i need to make my tellywood viewing experience sooooooo much easier. AUR WOH MUJHE AAAAAAJ SE MIL GAYAAAAAAAAAAA.

ok 13 days later.

bitch looks better after going through life-altering trauma than i do on my most stable mental health days.

talking to portrait about how the misery is unending, etc. etc.

kabir still calling her. WHY??????? dude just take the L and move the fuck on.

lmaooooooo mummy is like 13 din rone ki acting kar karke aankhon ki band baj gayiiiiii.

standard mwahahahahaha we succedded bufoonery from too complacent evil ppl. dumb dumb dumbbbbb!

but let’s admire this evil cutie bean.

riddhima’s mangalsutra which she justttttt set down on that bureau missing. she in a panic.

ofc these two are behind it.

ishani wants the truth about that dayyyyyyy and aryan jumping in about how riddhima never loved vansh and just always doubted him and blah blah.

my question is since when aryan loves vansh bhaiiiiiii so much huh???????

anyway. this happens. and those two are left plotting some more about getting the truth out.

VIHAAAAAAAAAAAN is the new name.

seeeeee????? i knew his ass had some lucrative skill in the current economy. he some tech bro types.

CAN YOU BELIEVEEEEEEEEE THEY HID THAT FUCKING JAWLINE AND THOSE DIMPLES UNDER THAT BEARD FOR 5 WHOLE MONTHSSSSSSSSS. FUCKING HUMAN RIGHTS CRIMEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

unf, boy got cake. that ass just needed shirali to stay tf away from it.

also askdjalskjdlsakdjlaskjdlkj they turned ragini’s container waala room into his hacker man cave. what a wonderfully multipurpose room!

honestly, i’m just soooooooooo relieved i can just watch this show for eyecandy now. kaleje ko suchhhhhhhh thandak, yougaizzzzz.

banda khud vansh ke net worth (5000 cr.) ko dekh kar hairaan pareshaan. yeah, this much wealth accumulation is fucking immoral, asshole. you vansh did deserve to get thrown off a fucking cliff.

show laaaaaaaaaakh convince karne ki koshish karle ki yeh koi aur hai, my bullshit meter says it’s vansh vansh and no one else but vansh.

unrealistic af, someone PRINTING photos out in this day and age. what kinda tech person are you???????

lmao he’s checking out each photo for each family member and the commentssssssss.....

rudra chacha and chanchal chachi: “kaafi expressive faces! koshish bhi kare chupaane ki toh bhi chupaa nahi paa rahe ke lomdiii hain yeh ghar ke.”

aslkdjaslkdjlsakjdlskjdlksj i already like him better than old vansh.

aryan: “doosron ke bharose jeene waala.”

ishani: “raisinghania hone ka bohut ghamand hai, magar bechaari ki shaadi angre se ho gayi.”

how he know that if he not vansh????? angre not even in this set of pics.

siya: “kehte hain jo chal nahi sakte, unka wifi network bohut strong hota hai..... kab, kahaan, kya pakad le, koi nahi jaanta.”

“aur yeh hai....... RIDDHIMAAAAA....... iss parivaar ka most special aur khoobsoorat member.”

“moh aur maaya...... dono ka mel [...]”

yup, i definitely like this cheeky and cheesy persona better than the murder-threatening-paralyzing shit we had to put up with earlier. happy days, you guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! happy days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#ishq mein marjawan 2 #immj2 #immj2 lbs #episode liveblogs

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bow-wow-wark-wark · 3 years

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Hiii happy 4th hypmic anniversary, I know it's been like 3 days since the actual anniversary but *shrugs* anyways I wanted to answer the questions from this post to celebrate!! (This is going to be a long post lol, this just brings a ramble instinct in me)

1. How and when did you get into HyplMic?

I got into hypmic during the end of September/ start of October of last year, it feels like a lot of time and very little at the same time lol... so many people in the fandom have liked this for super long!! I got into it bc of someone I followed on twitter, they would talk about it sometimes and I was getting a bit sick of the music I listened too so I thought "why not expand my music taste?" Little that I know It was going to become the only thing I listened too lol. I also saw this like "a hypmic characther once said" video and I thought it was soooo funny I just had to get into it. I'm honestly surprised hypmic started in 2017 bc I was going through a god awful musical phase and knowing I could have liked it earlier in life amuses me (tho back then I thought anime was silly so it wouldn'thave happened either).

2. First impressions of the characters? Who stuck out the most?

(Another long one soz) I'm going to do most of them btw.

Buster bros: ichiro was the 1st chara I knew before I got into it, for a bit I had him mixed up with jyushi tho lmao. Tbh I didnt have a very strong opinion on him, I wasn't super into BB at the start 😅 same with jiro, I liked him the most, thought he was really cute. At the start I disliked saburo a bit lol, like he was just soooo mean and I didn't like that, also I wasnt a huge fan of new star at the start so I didnt like him bc of that either.

MTC: I had to fight a lot to openly like mtc, I felt a bit bad liking them at the start bc they're all like criminals and stuff lol. I have to be honest I think that at the start I didnt think about them like at all... the strongest impression here was Rio, he was my favorite also I thought jyuto was hilarious bc of the start of bayside smoking blues, I really liked his voice too.

Fling posse: ok so the moment I saw Ramuda I was like "this guy is evil as balls isnt he?" I was pretty right lol, I thought he was a child like saburo at the start bc hes so small, man fooled me there. I liked dice the most at the start, my 1st fanart is of him lol. I didnt have very strong opinions on Gentaro, I was surprised to find out his VA also voiced yamaguchi since I was a haikyuu fan if anything.

Matenro: Lol matenro was my favorite (still is), idk what was it but I saw all of them and I was like: great :D I dont remeber specific impressions tho.... It was almost like love at first sight lol. I remeber I really liked the fact that both hifumi and doppo had tips, I thought it was super cool.

BAT: ok so I also knew who kuuko was before I got into hypmic my actual actual 1st fanart was of him (I did it before I even knew what hypmic was like at all). I really liked him, I remember listening to gyara bam and being like "this guy rules so much", I really liked jyushi, as mentioned before I had him mixed with ichiro (they look nothing a like I dont even know how) I was super shocked to find out he was also a teen lol I was pretty happy. Not gonna lie I had no idea who hitoya was at the start (rip) I knew kuuko I knew jyushi but I didnt know him, I dont remeber being very big on him till like the dramas and getting more into hypmic bc before nothing nada.

Dotsuhon: lol I slept on dotsuhon for the looongest time, I literally only liked sasara, rosho and rei were just really there for me. Sasara was my favorite bc I loved his voice and tragic transitor gace me unrivaled latino vibes so he felt very close to me in a sense. I thought rei was a scumbag the moment I laid eyes on him.

3. Who was the first character you liked?

My 1st favorites before I found out about bat and dotsuhon where jiro and hifumi!! I really liked their voices and like over all attitude and stuff.

4. Which was the first Division you liked?

My favorite was matenro, they were just so cute and I liked how they were pretty chill and just had fun most of the time. Like how they tried looking all edgy and intimidating but they were all nice guys lol.

5. How have your favorites changed?

Not much lol my favorite is still hifumi tho know I have jyushi and Otome if were ranking on like top 3. I love all the charas now tho!!! Lol these are just my bigger ones. Division wise now my favorite is mtc, followed by bat I'm still a matenro stan tho!! All divisions have done some big growing on me so I love all of them anyways.

6. What was the first song you listened to?

The 1st song I listened to was battle anthem, I was super convinced it was the 1st hypmic song so I was surprised to hear it was division rap battle lol.

7. What's your favorite solo song?

Ghhhh this is so hard to choose... I actually like basically every single hypmic song.... if we're talking only 1t set that's easier to choose. Um that would be sensenfukoku, drops and champagne gold, I like all the mtc ones so I cant choose. Second set every single one is amazing so I cant choose either, tho at the start I disliked most of them somehow...

8. What's your favorite group song?

Ok at 1st i thought it was like an all division song but I just read it and it's just group song in general.... I love all of them but one of my biggest comfort songs is papillion so I'll say papillion. If were talking all stars songs that's easier tho: in no particular order its hoodstar (just heard the + ver and it slapped), survival of the illest+, glory or dust and hang out.

9. Which songs do you think are slept on?

Mmmmm I personally have no idea which songs people like more in general but I have seen a bunch of "my favorite hypmic moments" videos so I'll base it on that. I'll personally say any mtc song lol, in those videos theres always a surprising lack of mtc so yeah.

10. Do your favorite songs come from your favorite Division?

Yes, tho it's really no problem bc I like all songs😅

11. Objectively, who do you think is the best rapper?

I had never heard a lot of rapping till hypmic so I have no idea what good rapping is lol... I personally thinks everyone does a good job, I guess someone else can school me on that.

12. Which composers for HypMic do you listen to?

None... I honestly dont like know who composes which song.... I know very little about music and I dont look into it so I cant answer this one either.

13. If you had to get someone into HypMic with one song what would it be?

Oh :0 well I'm not very sure but if anything I think the way to go would be an all stars song bc you can get the feel of each division pretty good, then if they like that introduce them to other stuff. Of course this all depends on the person lol... my brother really likes strong songs so to him battle anthem was a good hook up... I quite personally would go for survival of the illest bc it has a good feel of the divisions and it's very silly which is a series staple.

14. Do you play ARB? Drop your friend code for people reading!

Nooooo I dont 🤧😢 I really want to but I dont think I would have space on my phone, besides idk how to download it, if you have to pay for it I dont have money and if it's only in japanese I'm learning at snails speed so I wouldnt understand it *cries a little* I have seen certain events tho, I find it funny.

15. What events are you hoping to see? What character combos do you hope will show up together?

Mmmm idk I have a post about but I'll love to see a sasara jakurai interaction, I'm pretty sure one has already happened but I want this funny man to interact with jakurai more. Some people mentioned that they would like to see more interactions between kuuko and samatoki and I agree, wheres that side of the mad comic dialogue line up? I'll also like to see hitoya and samatoki bc they're both into vintage stuff ish, like fashion wise so I think it would be interesting to see. Last I want a jyushi/jiro interaction idk of there's any but there needs to be I need them to interact!!! Or maybe saburo jyushi that would also be interesting.

16. Are you into any ships?

Yes!!! I'm a little shy talking about ships not going to lie so I don't talk about it too much lol. I like samajyu a normal amount, I also like ichikuu, jiroshi, hifudo and hitojaku. I like a lot of other ships too tho, like ot3 mtc is good so is fling posse tho my favorite is ramugen. Hypmic has a bunch of cute ships so it's hard not to enjoy most.

17. Do you have a yume/self-ships? Platonic or romantic.

Not really lol, I have considered reading self insert before but I always feel a bit embarrassed. If you do you're super poggers tho.

Ok I'll keep answering in another post bc this is getting super long and the next question is one I want to say a lot about again. Umm if you happen to see this and want to answer them too fell free to!! You can tag me if you want as well, I love seeing others opinions about like hypmic and stuff so feel free too. If you want to comment on something I said you're free to do so as well

#this is so long #km not sorry tho 😈#ok maybe a bit #this questions really bring that animal instinct in me lol #brains is being replaced by hypmic sorry #im not tagging bc #long post #ramble post #you can block the ramble tag if you dont want to see this lol #also if theres mispelling in this ignore it #i cant spell or read #this really is so long im so sorry.... ill make sure to cut the next one earlier if it gets too long

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crypticdata · 4 years

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Full commentary is here bois

Ok, first. That intro? Literally made me feel like i was watching WrestleMania ngl lmao. (Also Karl just full on simping for Dream like holy shit this guy was 5 seconds away from offering sacrifices to the green man). Also what were those arena names???

Round 1:

I laughed at them just batting each other with fishing poles for a full minute ngl. Dream went straight aggressive and it wasn't a good move considering it was Techno's home field. Pig lord brought it back real fast but Dream did a good with that bow shot knockback to get him off his trail (it just didn't work lmao)

Round 2:

Both of them don't really attack for a few seconds but thats pretty much a staple of 1.16 pvp. Techno tries the crossbow knockback strat but we can clearly see Manhunt Dream just fuckin rise up with his normal aggressive af play style. Like damn, dude had no mercy.

Round 3:

Fishing 2: electric boogaloo lmao. Techno was really playing it safe this round, backing up and letting Dream come to him. Dream, like the psychopath we all know and love, just fucking rushed Techno. Strat seemed to work for a while before Mr. Blade straight up started murdering Dream. Like, holy shit it was so close Techno won by one (1) heart. I actually screamed at end of this and scared my cat lol.

Round 4:

Techno rolling a 3 on intimidation with that log stripping lmao. Dream really tried to play it safe like the Pig man last round but Techno wouldn't give up! Man kept chasing him until he was cornered. The pressure was there and both of them were fairly aggressive this round. Even with the home field disadvantage Techno fucking owned Dream, Poggers dude.

Round 5:

PSYCHOPATH DREAM MAKES A FUCKING COMEBACK HOLY SHIT??? Dude, if Dream was anymore aggressive he would be my mom with a Karen in a parking lot. Techno really tried to get back but the green just wasn't having it. No chance, A pig lead right into the slaughter hot damn.

Round 6:

Psychopath Dream still going strong with that utter obliteration wtf. Only 2 hearts lost??? This man. Techno really tried to go more aggressive but Dream was shielding like a boss dude. Those axe crits probably felt like a punch to the face to the Potato farmer. It was over so fast too. Might've been the fastest round yet.

Round 7:

Fishing strats honestly saved Techno here. That knockback really threw off Dreams groove and Techno just rushed it when he was distracted.That ending was still pretty close tho. Overall stellar match tho!

Round 8:

Techno had a strong lead that round, those crossbow shots definitely did some damage. But Dreams dodge moves and axe crit combo just gave him the comeback of the century holy fuck. i honestly thought Techno had that. Pog to Dream man

Round 9:

You could really feel the pressure this round. If Techno won this, he literally could not lose. You could tell both parties were being extremely careful. Techno fell back everytime he got hit and they fished each other for a pretty long time. Both of them was reluctant to attack first but Techno went full ham the moment both of them started attacking each other like godamn, man was clicking the shit outta his mouse. He switched to full aggressive the moment he was hit. Dream had it for a second but eventually Techno was just too aggressive ig.

Round 10:

THE FINAL ROUND! THE AMOUNT OF SWEATING I DID LIKE IM NOT EVEN THE ONE WHO'S PVPING WTF. Techno back at it again with the log stripping intimidation lol. Dream really went full manhunt mode on this round tbh, hitting Techno and then using the pillars to dodge and weave and try and get the Pig man's weak spot. But he was really screwed when they fully battled it out. Techno just got way too many hits in for Dream to still play as aggressively as he did. It could've worked, but it didn't this time and Techno got the killing blow.

Overall, the match was pretty neck and neck until the very end imo. It was devastating to watch as a Dream stan but i respect Techno for beating him in 1.16. Man deserves the crown he wears.

Also my favorite qoutes because honestly the commentary was 10/10:

"What are you gonna do if you end up losing?" "Im gonna cry"

"You're stealing Karl away from me!"

"I CAN'T GET 10-0ED NOW GUYS!"

"you're gonna drop that crown of yours ok king?" (Karl you fucking simp omg)

"He's been practicing 3 hours a day!" "They made hours that small?"

"How much health did he have?" "Uh- full, don't even worry about it" "BS"

"the most riveting gameplay in the world: fishing!"

"I DIDN'T GO TO FEDEX THIS MORNING TO GET THIS SHIRT FOR NOTHING!"

"I can only get 8-2ed now! POOOG!"

"Dreams one of the best players in the world, where is this coming from??" "Im not half bad myself" "l-l mean i can tell!"

"THATS MY DREAM!!"

"how much health was he on?" "He had 1 heart" "bruhhhhhh"

"It's now tied up again" "tied is good!" "I like ties"

"i just praised jesus and I'm not even a christian thats how happy i am"

"Give Techno a pep talk, let him know we're ready" "He doesn't need it but I'll do it anyway" (Chris out here being the hardest Techno stan)

"its only a 100 grand, don't be too sad" "Thank you- thank you Chandler"

"Techno is currently in the lead, can Dream tie it up again?" "Nooo, he can't"

"HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING (x3)"

"i think i broke my mic stand"

"10s of 1000s of Dream stans are watching from across the world" "Yes we are!" (Karl jfc control your simpness lmao)

"KARLS SUCH A TIER 3 SIMP OH MY GOD" (You said it Chris)

"If he wins this, it's atleast a tie for him. I don't want him to be that happy, i want you to be that happy"

"im so nervous im about to poop my pants"

"I used the rod I just had to remember Calvin's teachins"

"All i have to do is not get owned by Dream's epic axe crits"

"If you win the next one, 100 grand is being deposited into your bank account" "gasps that's atleast 12 pizzas!"

"Lets let the axes speak for theirselves"

"TECHNOBLADE YOU ANIMAL"

"lets be honest i thought i was gonna lose not gonna lie" (Techno out here with that low self-esteem)

"No beef" "I- no, i hate Techno, i hate him so much" "OH I HATE THAT GUY"

#dreamwastaken #technoblade #1v1 #mrbeast #i had to re watch the video 3 times to make this lmao

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fullmetalscullyy · 4 years

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jealous roy

thank you @adrianna-lisbon for this prompt <3 i honestly cannot remember where/when you asked for this one, i just know i saved it into my wips with your name next to it 😭 i’m SO sorry its taken so long to get to you ;;__;; it got buried in my wips for a while. apologies! i hope you enjoy tho and that this is ok <3

also sorry if wasn’t you either ifdhs hashtag i’m a Mess but enjoy this oneshot on me if it wasn’t you!! <3

“Well?”

That was the greeting Riza Hawkeye received as she entered her apartment. Rolling her eyes, she locked the door and turned to greet the happy pup at her feet first. Hayate’s tail was wagging furiously while his paws danced happily on the wood below his feet. He’d missed her apparently while she was out on her adventure that night.

“Well what, Roy?”

She smiled at their dog as he rolled onto his back, begging her for some belly scratches. She happily obliged, cooing at him while her boyfriend hovered in the background. He didn’t need to fret. He didn’t need to get himself so worked up. Roy would absolutely deny it if she challenged him too, but it was so painfully obvious. She’d known him for too long not to notice it.

“How’d it go?”

He was trying to act casual but there was an underlying question there. He always asked how her day or evening out went, but this was different. There was an edge to his voice, as he wondered exactly what went on with her and the old friend she’d met up with that night.

“It was a very pleasant evening in good company,” she replied. And it was the truth. She’d caught up with an old friend from university while he was in town. They’d gone out for dinner with his wife, but that was tiny fact Roy seemed to have forgotten. Roy had been invited to the dinner as well, however he’d ended up working late at the office, so couldn’t make it. It didn’t help matters that she’d dated the man she’d been meeting up with in high school, and Roy had chosen to focus on that tiny detail of her past from over a decade ago, and not focus on the fact that her old friend was now married and his wife had been there tonight as well.

“That’s it?”

Sighing, Riza stood. She regarded her boyfriend. He was in his pyjamas, hands shoved into the pockets of his grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His t-shirt was plain and black, nothing special. However, if he were to stretch just the tiniest bit, she’d see his toned stomach. It was one of Riza’s favourite looks on him. While he looked dashing in his expensive tuxes on a night out or while going off to work in his three-piece suit, she’d take Roy Mustang in his pyjamas over all of that any day.

“You’re downright adorable when you’re jealous,” Riza smirked. “You know that, right?”

He huffed, a scowl overtaking his handsome face. “I’m not jealous,” he muttered darkly.

Riza laughed quietly at his barefaced lie, which only caused his scowl to deepen. He flopped down on the couch of their home, folding his arms across his chest with a pout.

"I’m going to get changed,” she called over her shoulder. She half expected him to follow her to their bedroom, but he didn’t. Riza didn’t think too much of it and took her time to unwind and get out of the dress she’d worn that evening. She’d picked it knowing Roy would love it, but unfortunately he’d been called into work at last minute, so he never saw what she was wearing until she walked through the door five minutes ago. Maybe that was what he was jealous about… It had sure disappointed Riza but couldn’t be helped. She knew she’d just have to save it for a later date instead.

Sighing, Riza changed into her pyjamas and padded back out into their living room. Roy hadn’t moved from the couch, still wearing his pout, and sitting slouched, with his arms crossed as he stared into the fire.

“What’s wrong?” she prompted.

“Nothing,” he muttered.

Liar.

“Listen… Nothing happened. Of course, nothing happened. And I came home to you, didn’t I?” Her reminder was gentle as she ran her hand through his hair. It didn’t hurt to have him be jealous over what she’d possibly been up to tonight. She knew where they stood and the nature of their relationship. So did Roy. She’d been in love with him for over a decade and the strength of that love had never wavered. Not once. She just knew he was protective over her. Riza Hawkeye certainly didn’t need any protecting, but she had to admit, it was a welcome feeling to have someone care about her so much.

He sighed quietly and his sulk, slowly uncrossing his arms so they fell to his sides.

“I wasn’t jealous,” he stated carefully.

Riza smirked, but it was out of his view. She hid her smile as he turned to face her, turning her expression into one of concern instead. Roy’s head tipped back, lying on the back of their couch, his eyes gazing into hers. He looked… worried?

“What were you feeling, then?” Her prompt was soft. Call her curious. If he wasn’t jealous, like he proclaimed, then why was he hovering over her and acting like it?

“I don’t know,” he muttered. His eyes lifted to the ceiling and fluttered as her fingers continued their ministrations in his hair. “I was worried about you.”

She didn’t hide her smirk this time. “Why?”

“Because…”

“That’s not a reason,” she teased.

He huffed again. She moved her fingers from his hair, gently smoothing down the frown on his brow.

“There was nothing to worry about. John is married, remember? He has wife and a child, who is adorable by the way. He was asking after you too,” she added. “He wondered how you were doing and was very surprised that we were still together.”

“Surprised?” His frown returned as he turned to face her completely.

Riza nodded. “Not in a bad way though. In fact, he was happy for us.” She smiled softly at Roy. “He said that he knew from day one that we’d be together for a long time.”

When John had revealed his thoughts on the matter, a deep warmth had spread throughout Riza’s body, making her extremely happy. She’d always known that fact. It always felt like she and Roy were made for each other, but to have someone else notice the way she felt about Roy Mustang, it was a wonderful feeling. It made her happy to know that their deep feelings for one another ran so deep that other people had become aware of it.

“Really?” He looked like a small child looking for reassurance.

“Would I lie to you?” She teased him, smirking as she removed her fingers from his face. He even whined at the loss of contact. She placed her palms atop each other and rested her head against them as she stared at her boyfriend. “Boyfriend” … At this point they were practically married.

“No, you wouldn’t,” he relented.

“Don’t sound so disappointed,” she laughed quietly.

“Not disappointed,” he added quickly, rolling over onto his side. He placed a hand on her cheek, cupping it and swiped his thumb over her cheekbone. “Just realising how dumb I’ve been.”

“Good to know you’re self-aware now,” she chuckled. When he pouted again, she laughed louder.

“I didn’t mean to insinuate you would… do anything either.” He huffed, clearly frustrated as he quickly tried to reassure her. “Okay, maybe I was a little jealous,” he admitted.

“Of what?”

“Maybe I was a little jealous,” he echoed, running his hand up and down her bare arm with a pressure that was barely there, “because I wanted to see you in that dress first.”

“I can put it back on for you,” she smirked, enjoying the shiver running up her spine.

“I don’t know… I kind of like the thought of it on our bedroom floor,” he smirked.

“You want me to put it on, just so you can take it off me again, don’t you?”

He just grinned at her, while Riza laughed, standing from the couch.

“You have nothing to worry about, Roy Boy,” she called over her shoulder, making sure she added extra sway to her hips. She shot him a rather coy look, batting her eyelashes and leaving him dumbstruck on their couch. Then she paused. “You’ve owned my heart for over ten years,” she added quietly, dropping her act and speaking sincerely. “And that’s never going to change.”

He was off the couch in a flash, rushing to meet her. When he did so, his hands gripped her waist tightly as he pressed his lips eagerly against hers. She responded in kind, smiling against him.

“I know I had nothing to worry about,” he whispered against her lips. “But I still missed you terribly.”

“I know. I missed you being there too. I wanted you to be there.” She felt terrible when she saw the guilty look overtake his features. “That’s not what I meant –”

“I know,” he reassured her. “Don’t worry. I promise,” he vowed, “this weekend I’ll take you out to a nice dinner. Just the two of us.”

She looped her arms around his neck. “I would absolutely love that.”

“So…”

“What?” She lifted an eyebrow to question him.

“Don’t put that dress back on.” His grin was absolutely wolfish. “Leave it as a surprise for me tomorrow.”

Her head tipped back as she laughed. However, Roy took the opportunity to attack her neck with his lips, turning her laughs into breathy moans.

“I much prefer you in these pyjamas anyway,” he murmured against her throat. “Because I’m the only one who gets to see you in them.”

“The feeling is mutual,” she whispered, gazing up at him before his lips descended once more.

#royai #royai fic #royai fanfic #royai oneshot #fic request #emma writes

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violetwolfraven · 4 years

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Blood and Kisses

((Just a jomike flangst (kinda fluff kinda angst) one shot. Mostly angst tho. Nobody asked for this but y’all can’t stop me.))

Tw: Internalized homophobia, blood, and the word ‘queer’ but not used as a slur.

...

Jojo moved as fast as he could through the streets, ignoring the various aches in his body.

He had to find Mike.

After getting soaked by the bulls, there had been a lot of confusion. The only really clear thought any of them had was that they had to get away, had to get to the Lodging House. They had first aid supplies there, and though some dislocated limbs had to be treated in the alleyway most of them rendezvoused in, the pain of moving was largely set aside in favor of getting somewhere safe.

Race and Davey were splitting the duties of leader between them, with Race making sure everyone’s injuries got tended to and Davey checking to see who they were missing besides Crutchie, who they knew had been arrested, and Jack, who’s absence everyone had noticed immediately.

Davey’s headcount came up a few short. They were missing Elmer and Mike, among others.

So, Davey had picked a few of the least-injured guys to help him look for their lost friends.

Jojo wasn’t one of the least-injured guys. He had enough bruised ribs that it hurt to breathe and his knees were scraped up from getting shoved on the ground.

But he had to go, anyway. He had to know if Mike was alright, no matter what Davey and Race said.

It had never fully registered in Jojo’s mind until now that he cared about Mike more than any of the other guys, but he did. The twin was probably his best friend, not that he’d ever had a best friend before him to know how that felt.

Mike made him bolder. The old Jojo never would have snuck out of the Lodging House, even to go find someone who might be hurting somewhere. But whenever he started to lose his nerve, he kept thinking of Mike’s laugh when he told a joke, Mike’s patience when he didn’t get a social cue, Mike’s friendliness when they first met, which had never gone away.

He had to find Mike.

This was significantly harder than normal, trying to lay low with cops everywhere and move quickly and check every alley and behind every dumpster.

Not many people were close with the twins. Davey had become fast friends with them by a) being a twin with his sister, Sarah, and b) being able to tell them apart right off the bat. But he hadn’t known any of the Newsies very long and with Ike too hurt to look, Jojo was probably the only one who might know where an injured, disoriented Mike would run off to.

“Mike?” he called as he finally thought to check behind Jacobi’s.

A soft groan was the only response he got, but it was enough.

Jojo rounded the dumpster and found a barely conscious boy, banged up halfway to hell on the ground.

But alive. He was alive. That was enough.

“Mike!”

Jojo managed to drag him up to a seated position, but Mike really wasn’t responding. Blood ran down the side of his face from a gash on his temple. He was clearly super out of it.

“Mike, can you look at me? What hurts?”

“Besides everythin’?” Mike mumbled. He laughed weakly, his eyes half closed as they met Jojo’s.

“We need to get you back to the Lodging House,” Jojo muttered, “Race’ll be able to help, and Buttons, if he ain’t too busy. Maybe Davey, when he gets back. Oh, yeah, we couldn’t find Elmer. And Finch is missing, too, but you’re okay, so I’m sure they are—“

“Jojo...”

The soft tone in his voice made Jojo stop, freezing as one of Mike’s hands touched his cheek. Jojo grabbed his other hand and squeezed.

“I’m here.”

“I don’t feel so good.”

“You’re gonna be fine,” Jojo said, stretching his sleeve over his fingers to try to wipe some of the blood off his friend’s face.

The wound was smaller than he was expecting, but he guessed head wounds always bled more than they were worth.

Still... this one looked deep.

“In case I ain’t...” Mike whispered, “And even if it ain’t today, even if it ain’t during the strike... I just... I need ya to know...”

“Know what?” Jojo asked. He was tempted to tell him to save his strength, to tell him later, but blood kept trickling down the side of his face no matter how much he tried to wipe it away.

“I can’t... I ain’t much good with words. And I can’t really think at all right now, so...”

He was trying to lean forward, and Jojo leaned a little closer, too, anticipating a secret whispered in his ear.

Instead, Mike’s hand on his cheek guided him into an exhausted kind of kiss.

Jojo froze. Inside, he remembered everything the nuns had ever told him about this kind of thing and this was wrong wrong wrong—

Mike looked a little sad when he pulled back and saw Jojo’s wide eyes, the way he hadn’t moved at all, the shock that had to be written all over his face. The look in his eyes said that he’d half expected this reaction.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, before his eyes fell closed, his chin falling against his chest.

“Mike?”

Despite having no idea what to do, no idea what to think, because Jojo’s best friend was a queer, his best friend was queer for him, his best friend just kissed him and it was Jojo’s first kiss and this was supposed to be wrong—

Despite all of that, Jojo was still overcome with relief when he checked and found that Mike’s pulse was still strong.

“Jojo? What the hell are ya doin’ outside the—oh my God, Mike?”

“He’s alive,” Jojo told Tommy Boy numbly, “Just unconscious.”

“Okay, good. C’mon, we gotta get him back to the Lodging House. It’s dark enough that we can carry him and nobody’ll be around to question.”

Tommy picked Mike up over his shoulders as Jojo got to his feet.

“Are you okay?” he asked, “Ya look like you’s seen a ghost, Jojo.”

Jojo just shrugged. He didn’t want to lie, because he was not okay, but he didn’t feel like talking to anyone about what just happened.

He kind of wondered if Ike knew. No one else did, surely, because if they did, Mike would be out on the streets, but as his twin, he of all people would, right?

He wasn’t going to tell anyone, but Jojo didn’t know how he could stay in Manhattan after this.

Because as wrong as kissing his very male best friend was supposed to feel, there was a part of Jojo that had thought it felt right.

...

Though avoiding problems was not usually a good way to deal with them, Jojo spent the next couple weeks, even after the strike ended, avoiding this one.

He couldn’t face Mike. Not with what had happened. Because even if it had just been because of the injury, the way he’d been talking had made it sound like he’d really, genuinely wanted to do that.

He’d genuinely wanted to kiss Jojo, which...

Which was impossible to reconcile.

Because Mike was good. He was a good person who cracked jokes when everyone needed to hear them most and was stubborn enough to stick with a stike that could have and very nearly did end in his death.

How could someone that good be a sinner?

He almost thought said apparently-a-sinner was right in front of him until he spent more than ten seconds looking the guy in the eyes.

“Ike.”

“What happened?”

“What?”

“I’m a dumbass, Jojo. I ain’t stupid. My brother’s avoidin’ you and you’s avoidin’ him and it bothers both of you.”

Jojo sighed. He should have guessed Ike of all people would know.

“So, are ya tellin’ me what happened?”

Jojo’s gut twisted in guilt at the memory he couldn’t shake.

Warm, gentle lips against his own, the taste of Mike’s blood where it had ran down his face and caught on the corner of his mouth.

Complete and total shock, kind of a complete mental shutdown.

A part of him buried deep, deep down that was feeling and enjoying and wanting that kiss.

God help him, Jojo had dreamed of it more than once in the last couple weeks, except in the dreams, his inhibitions were gone, and...

He told himself that they were just dreams. He couldn’t control them, and it was only natural they’d elaborate on confusing circumstances.

God, this was so confusing. It was Mike, who was good and kind and funny and it didn’t make sense for him to be a sinner. It didn’t make sense for a part of Jojo to enjoy his best friend’s kiss. None of this made sense.

Ike probably deserved to know. At least... part of it. Why Jojo and Mike weren’t talking.

“You remember when I found Mike behind Jacobi’s?”

“‘Course. Why?”

Jojo took a deep breath, “He was probably just delirious and not thinking straight, but... he... he kind of kissed me.”

The end of that statement came out as a whisper. Jojo hadn’t intended that, but he didn’t necessarily want anyone to know, so...

“Oh. Okay. That explains a lot.”

...what?

Jojo had expected him to jump to his twin’s defense with some kind of explanation or threat to keep Jojo from telling anyone else, but... what Ike said next definitely wasn’t that.

“I’m guessin’ by the look on your face, you didn’t enjoy it?”

“...sorry?”

“I mean, I’ve been told Mike’s a good kisser, but I never believed it,” Ike said nonchalantly, “I guess I should cut him some slack for bein’ half-unconscious, but...”

Jojo couldn’t even begin to process what was happening right now.

“Wait...” Ike’s smile faded, “Oh, shit. I don’t remember hearin’ of ya bein’ with anyone since ya moved into the Lodging House, so... was your first kiss was a terrible one behind a dumpster with my stupid brother? I’m so sorry!”

“Ike,” Jojo tried to summon his thoughts, “Ike, well... yes, that was my first kiss, but you’re... it’s not... Mike is a boy!”

Ike rolled his eyes, “Obviously. What did ya think he— oh. I guess ya... didn’t know. ‘Bout him bein’ queer.”

So Ike did know. That was the only thing here that was expected.

Jojo sighed, “It doesn’t make sense.”

“Why not?”

“Boys likin’ other boys is wrong, and Mike is a good person. I don’t understand.”

“Who told ya boys likin’ other boys is wrong?”

Ike looked confused, and maybe a little offended, too when Jojo looked at him.

“The nuns.”

Ike rolled his eyes, “Didn’t they also tell ya that girls aren’t supposed to dress like boys? Ya know—like Sniper and Smalls do?”

“Sniper and Smalls dress like that ‘cause it’s easier and more comfortable for ‘em.”

“Exactly. Not everythin’ the nuns say is right.”

“But—“ Jojo tried to protest, but Ike was already cutting him off.

“Jojo, you’s a smart boy. Do ya think anyone chooses who they love? Ya think fallin’ in love is a choice?”

“Of course not, but—“

“Jojo, if a boy falls for another boy, it ain’t his choice any more than if he fell for a girl. Same goes if a girl falls for another girl. You have no control over who you love. So how can it be wrong?”

Jojo was at a loss for words.

That actually made sense. The twins were usually jokesters, but Ike definitely wasn’t joking, now, and the point he was making was a valid one.

How could love be wrong when you didn’t control it?

Ike laughed, “Honestly, I’m shocked ya ain’t noticed anythin’ queer ‘round here until Mike kissed you. Damn near the entire group is.”

“Wait, what?”

“Damn, Jojo. Did ya think we all joked ‘bout Blink and Mush sneakin’ out together ‘cause they was friends?”

Jojo honestly hadn’t thought about it, like, at all. But now that he was thinking about it... God, most of his friends were paired up and had been since before he even came along. And if he took off the glasses of assumption... maybe they’d been flirting in front of him this whole time and he’d taken it as just playful banter.

And all of them were good people. They were all too good for their love to be anything less than natural and beautiful.

And if none of this was wrong, maybe Jojo could let himself think about certain things. Namely, his best friend kissing him and him enjoying it.

Ike grinned, “I think you and my brother need to have a talk.”

Jojo nodded, still halfway numb with shock.

Really, right now, his only real thought was that he needed to talk to Mike.

...

When he finally managed to get him alone the next day, Mike looked like he expected Jojo to punch him.

Jojo, of course, wasn’t going to. He could still see the wound that had almost killed the other boy, though it was healing well and mostly covered by his hair.

He was waiting for Jojo to make the first move, only Jojo didn’t know what to say.

He probably should have figured that out beforehand, but it was too late, now.

“I...” Jojo took a deep breath, “I think we needs to talk. About what happened behind that dumpster.”

Mike nodded, “Yeah, probably.”

Jojo had a lot of questions, but only one that felt relevant right now.

“Why’d ya do it?”

Mike looked over his shoulder, down the hallway towards the room where most of their friends were hanging out. By the sounds of it, Race was in the middle of beating everyone at poker, so they probably wouldn’t be walked in on, here. Jojo guessed that was a good thing.

He shrugged when he looked back on him, “I’m not gonna lie to you, Jojo.”

Jojo nodded, “Good.”

Mike looked a little surprised at that, but he took a deep breath.

“I kissed ya because I wanted to. I have, for a really long time. I thought you were cute the first day ya came here, and I that was before I even got to know ya. And behind that dumpster, I was really scared and I felt like I might never get another chance, so... well, and I was hurt. I woulda asked if I was in my right mind, but... are you gonna out me?”

Jojo was struck speechless by the amount of fear in his voice. Mike seemed to take his silence as a ‘yes.’

“I guess I don’t blame ya. Kissin’ someone without permission ain’t right, ‘specially when kissin’ that person could get both of ya arrested. I don’t particularly wanna go to jail, though, so’s I guess I’ll just grab what I can and run away some—“

“No,” Jojo interrupted.

Mike looked up from the floor.

“No,” Jojo repeated, “I don’t want ya to run away. I ain’t gonna out ya.”

It was Mike’s turn to be speechless.

“Mike, I...” Jojo took a deep breath, “I was raised to think a lot of things are wrong. And bein’ here with our friends, with you, I’ve unlearned most of it, at least enough that I’m workin’ on it. You and the others have given me a family, helped me so much, so... so when Ike tells me that most of the fellas is queer, it wouldn’t make sense for their love—somethin’ they don’t control, anyway—to be wrong. It makes them happy. They makes each other happy.”

Mike looked uncharacteristically uncertain, “What’re ya sayin’, Jojo?”

“I don’t mind,” Jojo clarified, “That you’re queer. I know you’re still you, and you’re my best friend. After all, even if I didn’t know, you’s been this way since we met, right?”

“Right,” Mike confirmed, finally starting to smile, “Nothin’s changed.”

Jojo hesitated, “I... wouldn’t say that.”

Mike’s smile dropped. He didn’t look as scared as before, but a bit of the fear was coming back.

“Ya wouldn’t?”

Jojo took a deep breath. No turning back now.

“You said you’s wanted to kiss me since we met.”

“That’s a bit of an exaggeration, but...”

Mike’s voice faltered as Jojo dared to step a bit closer. For some reason, it made Jojo smile, butterflies erupting in his stomach.

“That’s the smile,” Mike whispered.

Jojo tilted his head, confused, “What smile?”

“The smile that makes everyone else want to smile, too,” Mike responded, “It’s amazin’. You gots one of those smiles that lights up the whole world.”

That rendered Jojo completely unable to say anything for a few seconds, and he figured his face must be pretty good for Mike to laugh like that.

“You’re so cute.”

“You’re cute, too.”

Mike froze, and Jojo tried to swallow his nerves.

“I didn’t know before,” he mumbled, “But then you kissed me, and I couldn’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout it and I... I’m queer, too. For you, specifically.”

There was a beat of silence where neither of them moved, and then Mike smiled.

“Well, then, since I didn’t ask last time...”

Mike touched Jojo’s waist with one hand, light enough to give him goosebumps.

“Can I kiss you, Jojo de la Guerra?”

Jojo took a deep, shaky breath. He was still scared, the way he still was whenever he did anything the nuns back in Harlem would have disapproved of, but he knew what he wanted.

“Yes.”

Mike brought his free hand up to the side of Jojo’s face, pulling him in for a slow, gentle kiss.

God, if Jojo had enjoyed their first kiss, this was something he never could have imagined. He didn’t really know how, but he tried to kiss back, anyway, trying to ignore the little bit of awkwardness creeping into this.

“Good?” Mike asked quietly, pulling a couple inches away.

“Amazing,” Jojo answered, a little breathlessly.

He didn’t know what he was supposed to do now. He actually really wanted to kiss Mike again, but he didn’t really know how. He didn’t know if he should ask first or just lean in and go for it. He didn’t even know where he was supposed to put his hands to try to make sure he didn’t miss, so he was just kind of fidgeting with the sides of his pants.

“You can touch me, ya know,” Mike said, noticing.

“I’m sorry,” Jojo mumbled, “I don’t know what I’m doin’.”

“Oh, I know. That don’t matter to me. I’ll help ya figure it out. For now, how ‘bout this?”

Mike grabbed Jojo’s hands and put them on his shoulders. He put both of his hands on Jojo’s waist.

Jojo nodded, “This works. Can I..?”

“Of course.”

He had to say... kissing Mike got better every time he did it, and as... minutes, hours, who knew and who cared passed, Jojo liked to think he got a little better at it.

They jerked apart a little as they heard a whoop from the room where everyone else was.

“I guess Race is winnin’,” Jojo said awkwardly.

“He is.”

Jojo buried his face in Mike’s shoulder as they realized that Ike was standing only a few feet away, just leaning against the wall and grinning.

“Davey asked me to go find ya both,” he explained, “I swear, he’s becomin’ more like a worried mother hen every day. He actually said he expected you’d be together, but I’m sure this ain’t what he was thinkin’ of.”

Mike laughed, “Probably not. I mean, it’s been weeks and he still don’t get it when the rest of us tease you and Race for sneakin’ off to Brooklyn.”

“How long were ya standin’ there?” Jojo asked.

Ike shrugged, “Long enough. Don’t worry, I’m happy for ya. I gotta say: it’s about damn time.”

“I assume ya ain’t givin’ him a shovel talk,” Mike said, wrapping an arm around Jojo’s shoulders as he talked.

“Are you kiddin’ me? That’d be like givin’ a shovel talk to Elmer. There are just some people ya can’t try to scare. It’s a moral thing. Jojo, you ain’t gonna hurt Mike, right?”

“No?”

“Good. See? I believe him, so that’s good enough. How’s about we go join the game, now? There ain’t enough cards for everyone, but we can play as a team.”

Mike made eye contact with Jojo, “Ya don’t mind if I put this on hold to play some poker, right?”

Jojo shook his head, “Of course not. Race is gonna kick both your asses, but if ya don’t mind that, that’s your business.”

“I don’t mind. Let’s go!”

Of course, he didn’t know why anyone even tried to beat Race at poker, but Jojo was happy to just sit by his... were they sweethearts, or what, now? and ignore the smirks a few of his friends gave him, having read the signals of Ike looking smug, Mike looking happy, and Jojo blushing.

Jojo definitely would be thinking a lot about this later, but for the most part, he wasn’t afraid anymore.

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normal-thoughts-official · 4 years

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more malec livewatch, everyone! i decided to start making the posts separately instead of keeping reblogging the same one over and over because i don’t want to drive everyone crazy with that gigantic fucking post. you can read the first ones here and i’ll keep updating the posts to lead to the next ones i guess. also im tagging it malec livewatch for those who want to avoid this nonsense

so let’s brave pre-wedding episode 12 i guess

oh boy.... we’re gonna do it... we’re gonna experience the Maximum Cringe

the special effects are so BAD odaijsdoaj when he summons the wine into Alec’s hand it’s just...... god

“we never finished our conversation” i mean you were the one who finished it magnus so wtf are you going on about

“it’s about family, tradition, honor” yeah we get it zuko boi duoahsiudhdiusa

really tho like he’s so clearly just.... reciting it. taking some shit out off the top of his head about how it’s the right thing and it’s sad tbh

he clearly kinda already has a script too? like “you and I understand marriage very differently” he says it right off the bat, he’s been thinking it over and hghgghgh

magnus goes near alec and alec swallows immediately and magnus ain’t even making a move to touch him yet. just diuahsdah it’s so obvious how hard he’s trying to hold back here

“you’re confusing me” is like the only thing he says the whole scene that sounds genuine

he’s paying so much attention to magnus’ dumb little speech about what love feels like too like. he’s trying to hold back but he’s very clearly pulled in, and i don’t even think it’s by magnus specifically (i mean obviously cuz have you seen him) but because he... kind of wants to hear it, kind of wants magnus to give him some golden argument that will make his whole resolution shatter. except he doesn’t because he doesn’t know what he’ll do then, but he’s still hoping for something and it’s sad

like how magnus clearly pauses like he’s waiting for alec’s reaction too, like. alec makes to leave and magnus doesn’t go after him, but he speaks, and alec stops. only when alec stops he gets closer. only when alec looks at him, clearly waiting to hear more, does he begin to talk again. i dig that even if most of this scene is kinda ugh to me

i hate how he uses his magic tho like what’s the point?? like yes i know that magic “can’t create feelings” but still dauhdsa it kinds feels like he’s cheating or trying to manipulate alec or something and i’m.. not into how the whole thing is done

oof hate how alec says “this is all just a game to you, isn’t it?” like bitch you know damn well it’s not like he’s putting himself at risk and showing you so much vulnerability and i hate how he goes for the whole “oh magnus doesn’t care about anything he’s just a seductive lothario” narrative in here lowkey. like i know he’s just trying to distance himself and he doesn’t fully believe it but... aaaaa i hate it

and he’s so HURT by alec’s words too like the rejection doesn’t hurt him as much as hearing alec say that he just flirts and it means nothing to him does. he’s trying so fucking hard to be open and honest and taking such a RISK (psychological, emotional, even physical) and alec is just throwing all of that bullshit persona he’s actively trying not to hide behind in his face, belittling all his efforts and feelings, and aaa

like again i don’t really blame alec but he truly is so hurt

still wonder what alec was about to say when he turned around to talk to him and magnus wasn’t there anymore tbh like. probably something else to try and distance himself so it’s probably good magnus left and isn’t there to hear it and it kind of forces alec to really think it over to himself instead of trying to argue but...... i do wonder what he was going to say diahsiduahdisah

magnus doesn’t even answer the whole “this means nothing to you” veiled accusation which.... also hurts like idk if he’s trying to avoid a fight or derailing like alec clearly is trying to, or if he just is too tired to have this argument, or if he just doesn’t want to open up this much, but either way he doesn’t acknowledge it except for his hurt look and oof

no one cares about jace and clary talking or whatever’s happening here next

i had never noticed the way magnus winks at clary when he says “oh, it’s happy hour somewhere, my dear” daishdaiuh it’s kinda cute tbh

hodge is so uncomfortable like the way he talks to magnus and gets too close to him... in a way that he doesn’t with anyone else either like he’s clearly just lowkey despising him/getting into his space and magnus notices too and it gives me the heebie jeebies

diuhaiudsahduaishdai magnus’ IMMEDIATE reaction of “why is ragnor fell there, he’s not more powerful than me” asohdaiudha we stan bickering bffs i truly love them so much

“he’s older than you” “certainly not wiser” daiohsahda

i think he might also be lowkey trying to protect ragnor and take the clave’s attention away from him now that i think about it but still i love their bickering

nah that’s cancelled he immediately rats him out on having been jocelyn’s profesor lmaoo

“that’s why he hasn’t been responding to my fire messages” daoihdsaiohads someone needs to lick their wounds

he’s just like “oh ragnor is hiding in his specific safehouse outside of london” like daoiusduaihdasuda love how he just knows that off the top of his head when ragnor clearly didn’t actually tell him about it since he just fucked off and hasn’t been responding

“didn’t know you were here” “that was the point” doaiuhdasiouhdaiuhdas

like i know he’s talking about the marriage but also.... just mood in general tbh

again with the eye flickering. hes looking at magnus, no hes not, yeah he is, haha SIKE, oh there it is again, nope it’s gone..... kinda funny cuz like i know that alec’s eyes flicker a lot in general but afterwards when they are together every time he looks at magnus it’s just so pointed and intense and focused on him so the contrast of watching the s1 scenes and realizing how little his glances at magnus always lasted is... interesting and heartbreaking. like obviously he doesn’t want to be looking at any man for too long, doesn’t want to take that risk, keeps hyper aware of his attraction at all times, but he still can’t help the glances and then when he can look he just does it so unapologetically and intensely and you can tell that it’s just. intimate to him (to both of them really) right then, and wow

i know we talk a lot about alec’s Big Hands but magnus’ hands are so nice too in like a totally different way... anytime he holds anything it just looks like he’s treating it like it’s precious, it’s so delicate and careful and his hands are smooth and pretty and wow i love him so fucking much

wow can’t believe nothing heartbreaking at all happens when they go to ragnor’s house and that ragnor just winks at magnus like “haha yes i am ‘dead’” and magnus is like “yes, this is a lie and a ruse and also a plan. i am perfectly aware that ragnor is not dead at all”

ragnor says “my dear friend, i will always be here for you” with so much honesty and love and ugh i love them like they’re always little bitches to each other but they still have the room to be perfectly loving and honest with each other and i stan

ragnor looks at magnus with so much fucking hurt when magnus says “i prayed she would love me the same” like you can tell it destroys him to even remember it or think about it and aaa

“he was always so much better looking than you” and the way magnus purses his lips in what is clearly a smile like he just knows it’s the teasing and he loves ragnor and their dynamic and i just daouhdsauida also he’s so beautiful boy i die

the way ragnor says “someday, someone will come and will tear down those walls you put around you and around your heart” and magnus looks at him with so much. fucking PAIN in his eyes because someone did but it got nowhere and in the end alec just kind of acknowledged his walls again and went back to pretending that it never happened and that magnus didn’t progress or open up to it at all, that magnus was just lying, that it’s just a game and dauhdaiudha god he’s so HURT

again i owe harry shum jr my entire life like he might be seriously the best actor i’ve ever seen in any show, he’s so damn expressive and talented in every little motion he’s truly a pearl in the desert of shit that is this show

“even in death, you give the best advice” ugh love how this really cements that magnus is used to opening up to ragnor and even with their bickering there’s so much room for them to be emotionally honest like we stan

anyway sure wish this had any emotional continuity whatsoever but at least the cringefest is over. onto an actual good scene fucking finally

love every little detail about this scene as yall probably already know so i’ll try not to point every single one of them out yet again but who knows if i’ll succeed. i bet that i won’t tbh

love the contrast between alec looking so tense when lydia comes down the aisle and she’s like all smiles and shit

she’s before him and he can barely look at her like his eyes flicker a bit between her and the bouquet and he settles on the bouquet this whole thing is so... wrong so clearly, like i could show it to someone who doesn’t know shit about sh and they would be able to tell that nothing fits

even alec’s clothes are weird, like idk i don’t understand fashion but his look looks so disjointed, like the blazer doesn’t really match the pants, the bowtie looks weird and doesn’t match the buttons, and shit and nothing about him looks like it’s in the right place. and everyone else (except maybe izzy who also looks miserable lmao) looks like a perfect picture and he’s just.... idk there’s this aura of wrongness around him that’s subtle but really well done in the terms of costume and shit. the costume department really went off in this whole scene honestly like we stan. possibly the only ones other than the actors who knew what the fuck they were doing lmao

when lydia smiles at izzy and izzy barely moves up the corner of one of her lips dajdasnjdan she looks even more miserable than alec does and god i love the lightwood siblings so much like i truly do. she’s supporting him because she’s decided she’s not going to keep pushing him when it only leads to him not trusting her but she’s all broken that he’s broken, and she was willing to take his place and throw her life away even when that’s everything she’s always tried to avoid, just so he wouldn’t have to do this, and aaaaa

who cares about jace and clary looking at each other @directing team like seriously get over this

he turns in the direction of the silent brother in an almost kind of jerking motion like he completely forgot about where he was supposed to go or something, like again he’s just... not in it

they are holding hands in the WEIRDEST possible way too like there’s so much distance between them it’s almost funny ldaojsja

he tries to smile at lydia when she’s about to put the rune on his arm like he knows she knows that he’s hating this and he’s just bearing it and trying to not make her uncomfortable? like doajdsaoj

the way that magnus INTERRUPTS not just the wedding but also the chorus, you could tell there was a crescendo coming even if you’ve never heard the song, but magnus pushes the doors open and suddenly it stops and there’s this little bit and then the “tututututu” of tension as he comes into view and his steps perfectly match the three little beats that were already there before, but sound so much louder and more prominent like a heartbeat, like before they were muffled and now they’re real??? the poetic cinema bro

ill just never get over the way they used song here it sounds like an AMV like the song isn’t just giving the vibe, they are telling the story THROUGH the song and the whole scene is basically a coreography, and the song is the narrative, and holy shit i love it so much could you imagine if they had used this amount of thought and genius and clever storytelling the whole show?? i’d shit myself

ugh the DRAMA of magnus’ look again i KNOW i’ve been over this again and again and again and again and again and again but i just. i love how they used his makeup & costume to accentuate magnus’ 1- face, 2- eyes, 3- jaw, and 4- adam’s apple. the whole focus is on his face and eyes (which again so expressive we stan harry shum jr in this house), the fact that his eyes are his WARLOCK MARK (yeah they’re not out but like we’re still drawing attention to the part of magnus he tries to hide the most, and the part of him that marks what makes him disdainful to shadowhunters), the fact that his jaw and adam’s apple are so prominent. his whole face looks really sharp and masculine you know?? like the whole focus is on everything about him that’s supposed to be “wrong” and make malec “wrong” but he’s never looked more beautiful (IT’S SUCH AN UNDERRATED LOOK) and they didn’t sacrifice his gnc-ness for it either, on the contrary, they gave his hair the hot pink streak which. INSPIRED WE STAN, and the makeup is very clear (again esp around his eyes) which of course only adds to it because he’s not just a man, he’s a gnc man and that makes it “worse”, but also like, i like how they accentuated his masculinity in alec’s coming out scene, without sacrificing his identity and gender non conformness. again the costume department is the only one who genuinely knew what they were doing 100% of the time i hope they all got big fucking checks

alec just blinks and focuses on him and it’s the first time it looks like he’s really looking at something and i just wow

izzy is so happy to see magnus there :) she loves her brother so much :)

magnus holding up two fingers to get people to shut up... the way he snarls “maryse, this is between me and your son” with so much certainty and like no room for bullshit he’s so good at making shadowhunters too speechless to stop him and honestly im such a whore tbh if he did this to me id just nut on the spot. shut me up daddy. fuck who said that

like how they included the “i’ll leave if he asks me to” and how he really doesn’t say anything, he’s just standing there, like they made sure to make this scene respectful and i was kind of dreading it the first time because i’d HATE it if magnus had outed him or made this whole drama out of it but he didn’t and i like that so so much

“i thought we were doing the right thing, but... this isn’t it” always gets me and i can’t even put my finger on why. it just does like again this is not really about magnus or their relationship, it’s about how he feels about the whole thing, everything that he’s giving up and he barely knows what for anymore, and i justjfianfajf

again the BRILLIANCE of the song usage the way that he’s talking to lydia and the beat is so damn loud and overwhelming and then as soon as he turns to magnus everything just drowns out and there is one (1) piano note and it’s just him and magnus and it’s like everything silences??? he’s just so damn focused and it’s not the nervousness and loudness of everyone else and their whole audience (they don’t even show the audience anymore after alec turns to him for real and before the actual kiss i don’t think) and there’s just that sharp focus and certainty because alec’s made up his mind and there’s no sound anymore like mwaaahhh poetic cinEMA

and it’s just that moment of clarity as they both look at each other and the song begins again with the higher tempo again, but it feels more like, a march? than that overwhelming noise. and of course there’s the singing and it feels like everything has purpose and is just laser focused and it’s still intense but in a completely opposite way, not lost but found and wow im such a whORE for this scene it’s unbelievable

like how alec takes the first step towards magnus after he’s down the stairs exactly as the song goes “want” like mwaahhhhh brilliance amazing talented showstopping spectacular never been done before completely unique,

his “enough” is dajksdfahidasdhadusahuash again im a simple sub id nut

i was right they only really show the audience again after the kiss. except for maryse but even then it’s so quick, we see her going to alec and after alec says “enough” she literally doesn’t show anymore it’s like she’s not even there, she just disappears it’s so sexy we stan??? like again alec’s made up his mind and nothing else is there to stop him wow love that for him could you imagine thinking this man is shy and insecure? can’t relate

THEY ARE SKIGGNISNGG

FOREVER A WHORE FOR THE WAY MAGNUS CHASES AFTER HIM HOLY FUCKING SHIT. THE WAY HE’S SO LOST IN THE KISS, IN THE ELATION, AND HE JUST CAN’T HELP GOING FOR MORE BEFORE HE CAN STOP HIMSELF AND KEEP UP WITH HIS TIGHT COMPOSTURE (because magnus had barely moved once alec had seen him, he just stood there and waited like he was waiting for his cue, he was holding himself perfectly steadily and just had so many walls) LIKE HE JUST CAN’T HELP BUT WANT?? AND GO FOR MORE?? AND THEN HE REALIZES ALEC IS PULLING AWAY AND HE LOOKS AT HIM FOR A SECOND (and his eyes look so DIFFERENT, not like there’s a wall there, he looks relieved and happy and even kind of dazed and i just wow the difference is SO clear) AND ALEC LOOKS AT HIM AND HE TAKES JUST A FRACTION OF A SECOND BEFORE HE LEANS IN AGAIN, AND IT’S THE FIRST TIME THAT MAGNUS HAS ASKED FOR MORE AND ALEC’S GIVEN IT, BECAUSE ALEC HAS BEEN GIVING HIM SOME OPENINGS BUT EVERY TIME MAGNUS WANTED MORE HE TURNED AWAY, BUT THIS TIME HE FUCKING GIVES MAGNUS WHAT HE’S SILENTLY ASKING FOR, HE’S CHOOSING HIM FULLY AND NOT JUST ENOUGH FOR THEM TO BE ABLE TO BE TOGETHER, HE’S CHOOSING TO GO ALL IN AND KISS MAGNUS UNTIL HE’S SATISFIED AND HOLY SHIT THE POETIC CINEMA!! THE TALENT!!! THE BRILLIANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU SHADOWHUNTERS CREW FOR PUTTING UP YOUR FIVE TOTAL BRAINCELLS TOGETHER TO MAKE THIS FANTASTIC THING HAPPEN HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS SCENE IS EVERYTHING TO ME

a bitch needs to lie down i think that’s all for today

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