#you've been warned
Fasten your seatbelts guys, I'm about to dive into the spoiler from BNHA Chapter 335 to prove that maybe Horikoshi had this planned the whole time!
Don't read below the cut if you don't want to know the traitor reveal from 335.
Okay, so if the leaks are true then our girl Hagakure is the traitor. Personally I'm mortified because she was my fave girl.
BUT. I might have ignored a really big clue that we all passed off as a funny joke when we first saw it.
I'm of course referring to this:
A manga panel from the Training Camp arc.
"Ha-ha, Hagakure sleeps in the nude."
...or does she? Is she actually there, or has she slipped out to speak with the League? This is the night before the attack on the students. All the girls are asleep so no one knows whether Hagakure is still in the room or not.
"No, you can clearly see she's there because her blanket is hovering over her legs."
Except, if you look at this adjoining manga panel, you'll see that a blanket can be raised up without anyone being in the bed:
We know thanks to the second light novel that the empty bed in the boy's room is Iida on his way to the bathroom.
Again, thanks to the light novel, a lot of the boys are ruled out as accomplices since Iida has to fight his way past their sleeping bodies to reach the hallway (Ojiro included. Thank you that's all the proof I need that my tailbaby is good. I take no criticisms at this time).
But back to Hagakure.
Perhaps she actually is still in the room in the above manga panel, but that's not to say she stays there all night.
If we go back to an illustration from the light novel, we see the class A & B girls having a sleepover. Everyone is in pyjamas, including Hagakure:
Why, then, is she the only one to shrug her clothes when she goes to sleep? We know from the season 4 second ending that she does wear pyjamas:
I believe she chose to sleep nakey that night so that the others wouldn't know when she was out of the room. All she had to do was bunch up her blanket at the bottom of the bed and it would look like she was still there.
Hagakure slipped out, told the League where her class was, they stole Bakugou and in turn she ultimately led to All Might's downfall.
I'm sad Hagakure is probably the traitor, but the clues might have been there all along 🤔
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my beloved pepper man
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For months I've been wondering why I couldn't help but think "Obi-Wan is a bottom".
Then I watched Halston on Netflix.
... I blame Ewan McGregor.
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they don’t love you like i love you
They lie to each other all the time.
Not real lies, of course. Not about the big stuff. One superhero-side-hustle-reveal was quite enough to shake the bedrock of their trust hard enough to frighten them away from ever doing it again. So there’s no real lies, no secrets anymore.
It’s just the little stuff, now. Sometimes when Kara checks up on whether she’s eaten lunch, Lena may embellish the triple shot Americano she’d mainlined between conference calls into something more resembling a nutritious meal. When Kara sends a snap of herself wearing a new baby blue button up in an over-lit dressing room, Lena replies with a forced-casual looks great! instead of the I want to lick your biceps through that shirt that would be closer to an honest response. Once when her best friend suggested a hot yoga class after work, Lena had pretended to immediately come down with a nasty cold if only to avoid the devastation of witnessing Kara Danvers in a sports bra.
For the most part it’s harmless. But with all of that said, there’s a particular one of Kara’s little lies that really gets under Lena’s skin. It niggles because it feels a little too analogous to the First Lie, the Big Lie. Because Kara lies about it as if Lena is oblivious, as if her flimsy excuses in any way mask the reality of the situation. As if Lena is stupid enough to accept it blindly.
And if there’s one thing Lena Luthor, with her four degrees and Mensa certification, is not, it’s stupid.
So here, now, pulled fully into Kara’s lap as they recline on her couch in front of a Planet Earth marathon, one of the blonde’s hands carding through Lena’s loose hair while the other strokes lightly over the jut of her hip bone through her borrowed sweats, Lena is just about ready to call bullshit on Kara’s most blatant, most frequent little lie.
There is just no way that this is what friends are for.
it is possible, lena will concede, that kara likes her as more than a friend. it's also possible that kara's just a naturally handsy person and lena is hopelessly deluded. clearly, there's only one way to find out the truth: through rigorous scientific observation.
21k, one shot, disgustingly fluffy
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this might make your heart skip a beat
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Lando: You know what? Underneath it all, you’re actually quite nice.
Max: Repeat that disgusting slander again, and you’ll be hearing from my lawyers.
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“I don't need luck. I don't want it. I've always had to struggle and fight, and that's made me strong. It's made me who I am.”
Daenerys Targaryen // Prince Zuko Parallels
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as the beatles: get back release date is getting closer and closer i feel it's time for me to deeply apologize for the person i'm about to become. this is about to be the most intense Unfollow Me Now This Is The Only Thing I'll Talk About For The Next Week. Ive Wanted This For Years Fuck. What The Fuck. humanity has ever seen, except it's not going to be the next year, it's more likely to be the next decade
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food for thought: let’s cry about the Roy kids together
Okay, so lemme start with this: I don’t know why it’s today and not at any earlier time that it dawned on me that Logan Roy could have some traits/case of a narcissistic personality disorder. I honestly don’t know, because that road of inquiry lines pretty nicely with a few things. Whatever the case of that might be, I was just sitting around and had a thought™: is Logan a narcissist? So, as any person would have done, I’ve googled it and of course I’ve stumbled upon some interesting articles which has led me... well, here I guess.
Not sure if anyone posted something similar on tumblr dot com - I’m guessing yes, but if so I haven’t seen it anywhere around so that’s my excuse for this one (pls let me know about such post/s ‘cause I’d love to read ‘em) - but I wanted to share some fun information I’ve just acquired with you all so we could cry about the Roy kids together & have some things to mull over etc etc
disclaimer! Those are not an original thoughts/ideas of mine and I do not take credit for them. What’s more I don’t feel the need to paraphrase nor do I feel eloquent enough to dish it out on my own. I do not think this is ‘the definitive’, neither is it the full read on those characters but it is an interesting side to look from if you haven’t already. All I want here is to lay some things on you in the form of quotes and such for fun and games and soul hurting times if you haven’t ventured into this particular avenue just yet. All the links to the articles will be provided at the end (or wherever tumblr will let me add them for this post to be visible in tags) if you want to read from the source.
& just to be safe, #TW for talk about PTSDs, trauma responses, narcissistic parenting and general ‘Succession things’ (& spoilers)
the Roy Kids and ‘The 4Fs’
Shiv & 'The Fight' Type
Ken & 'The Fawn' + 'The Fight/Fawn' Type
Roman & 'The Flight' Type + 'The Flight/Freeze'
Connor & 'The Freeze' Type
+ bonus: Logan & Narcissistic Father
“Succession” is Really a Tragedy About Narcissistic Parenting
The 4Fs: A Trauma Typology in Complex
Codependency, Trauma and the Fawn Response
The Narcissistic Father
Tyrannical Narcissistic Fathers Push Everyone Around
Toxic Narcissistic Family Dynamics Explained
My Father the Narcissist
& shout-out to @iceinherheart-kissonherlips for being my enabler in this
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A Kind of Wonderful
Tim stumbled up to the counter, his friend’s arm holding him back the only thing preventing him from crashing into it. The black haired barista watched him with an amused smile. “Can I help you two?” she asked looking between the two of them.
“The strongest coffee you have,” Tim begged. “In the largest size you have.”
She smirked at him. “How strong were you thinking? That can be dangerous.”
He perked up slightly, the promise of strong coffee encouraging him out of his daze. “I can handle it,” he assured her.
“He’ll love you forever if you can give him something that keeps him awake for the next week… without putting drugs in it,” his companion urged her. “Espresso for me, please.”
She nodded at the companion with a smile and returned her focus to Tim. “I might have a secret recipe I can use, but only for someone very special,” she disclosed in a secretive voice.
“I’m special,” Tim insisted, leaning in to match her tone.
“Oh, he’s definitely that,” his friend snorted.
The barista charged his card and moved to start their orders with a wink. Tim watched her closely as she worked, which the barista definitely noted, if her posturing, smirk, and constant eye flicks to him were any indication. After only a few minutes, she turned back to them with their drinks. She barely acknowledged the friend’s thank you, focusing entirely on Tim to see if he liked her concoction.
Tim took a hesitant sip and his eyes immediately brightened. He turned to the barista with a brilliant, grateful smile. “Thank you Coffee Goddess. This is amazing.”
“Coffee Goddess?” she asked with a shy smile.
“A deserved title after this. How did you do it?” he pressed, leaning closer.
“Trade secret,” she grinned with a wink. “Guess you’ll have to keep coming back to get more. By the way, that isn’t your name on the cup… or your number, though I’d love to have those…. If you’re not seeing anyone,” she added hesitantly, eyeing his companion.
“He isn’t,” his companion threw in. The glare Tim sent was meant to emulate Batman’s. It was meant to strike fear and inspire silence, but instead resulted in an indifferent shrug.
“Oh, okay. Well, feel free to use them… if you want.” She bit her lip as she moved to the next customer.
“Um… I’ll think about it. Thank you again,” he raised the coffee cup up to her and waved nervously with his other hand.
Once safely out the door, Tim eyed his coffee suspiciously. “We can never go back there,” he grumbled into his cup. “This is really good though… maybe I can send someone to get it for me instead,” he mused.
His friend side eyed him as they walked. “What are you talking about?”
Tim looked at her with wide eyes. “I can’t go back in there… she gave me her number. She was… flirting.”
She laughed. “And? She’s cute. And you didn’t seem to mind. You were watching her awfully intently there and there was an awful lot of leaning, by both of you.”
“Because I wanted to see if I could figure out what she was doing!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms wide. “This is great coffee, Marinette. I don’t want to have to wait for open hours to get it.”
“You know, if you date her, you wouldn’t just see her during store hours. She could make it for you whenever,” she pointed out.
“But then I’d have to date her.” Tim wrinkled his nose at the thought. “I don’t want to date her. I just want the coffee.”
Marinette shook her head and kept walking straight ahead, refusing to look at him. “It wouldn’t kill you to get out and go on a date once in a while. It’s at least been since before you met me since you have. She even took the first step for you. You don’t have to agonize over whether or not she likes you. She gave you her number. She does. She’s cute, sweet, a coffee goddess apparently,” the description came out a bit more bitterly than she had intended. She quickly cleared her throat to get back on topic. “And interested. You should go for it. Have some fun.”
“Yeah, not interested,” he scoffed, rushing to keep up with her. “And I have plenty of fun. I have fun with you.”
“Why not? And you can have a different kind of fun with her.”
“I just don’t think it would work out,” he said awkwardly, refusing to look over at her as they walked. “I like the fun we have.”
“You’re crazy. She’s everything you look for in someone,” she insisted, giving him an exasperated look.
“Just drop it, Marinette,” he snapped. He wasn’t happy with the conversation and he wasn’t even sure why, which was even more frustrating because he always knew what was going on. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Fine, but she gave you her number. You should use it,” she argued, turning back in the direction they were walking.
“I don’t want her number, I want yours,” he yelled exasperated, then froze. He wanted her number? He did? When did that happen? That was unexpected. He was not prepared for this conversation. He needed to figure out what he meant by that before she demanded he explain it to her. Maybe they could pretend it never happened. What was the likelihood she would just let this go and not discuss it? He groaned internally, damned unlikely is what it was. She was going to want to discuss this. He would have to think of a way to distract her.
“Don’t be ridiculous, you have my number” she said, waving him off and continuing to walk.
He stared at her back as she walked away. His mouth dropped open in shock. What the hell? How could she miss that? Why would she want to ignore that? “I meant I want to date you, not her,” he called after her. Well, fuck. This was not the conversation he meant to have.
She paused midstep ahead of him and turned around slowly, wide eyed and mouth parted in surprise. “What?”
She couldn’t really be that surprised could she? She had to have known. She had to have known how he felt, what their relationship was building up to. He might be an oblivious idiot but she wasn’t. They were together constantly… maybe not as much lately, but until the last month or so they’d been inseparable almost since they met. They hung out together, they ate together, they plotted and researched together, they laughed together, and on occasion, napped together.
“When did that happen? I mean… I… Since when?” she stuttered, the surprise in her eyes turning to confusion.
That was a fair question. One he didn’t have the answer to. When did he start feeling this way? Maybe it was the distance over the past month that made him realize he wanted her, that he missed her when she wasn’t there. That he needed her. She brought him back from the edge. She made his life brighter. She made him smile when she was near him. He missed her touch. He missed feeling her. He missed the way he felt when she was near. He didn’t know when it started, he just knew it was. “Now?”
She rolled her eyes. “Sure, Tim.” She turned around and kept walking.
His brow furrowed involuntarily. That was… unexpected. He was prepared for horror. He was prepared for annoyance. A small part of him was even prepared for excitement. What he wasn’t prepared for was avoidance.
“Hey! What do you mean ‘Sure, Tim’?” He moved to get in front of her. He sure as hell didn’t mean to start this conversation, but it had started. They were having it.
“I mean whatever, Tim. Funny. Come on, we’re going to be late,” her voice was suddenly tired.
“I just confessed I like you and that’s all you have to say?” He could see the disbelief radiating from her. She didn’t believe anything he was saying. Why didn’t she believe him? “I wasn’t joking.”
“Sure you weren’t. You suddenly decided after another girl flirted with you that actually you wanted me flirting with you. After not being remotely interested in me that way up until this exact moment.”
Well when she put it that way, it sounded stupid. But it was stupid. He was stupid. He hadn’t realized he liked her until now. And someone else flirting with him was exactly what made him realize it. “Yes?”
She rolled her eyes and turned away to keep walking, her shoulders slumped slightly as she walked. “I’m not doing this today. I’m not in the mood to play pretend.”
“But you’re ready to pretend this never happened? That I never confessed?” he questioned, slightly more hostilely than he intended.
She turned back to face him, a dangerous look in her eyes. “I don’t have to pretend for that. But I am willing to pretend you didn’t just say something like that just to mess with me.” She took a deep breath and fixed him with a hard stare. “God, read the fucking room, Tim. This isn’t funny and it never was,” she growled.
“I’m not just messing with you,” he was close to yelling. Why was it so hard for her to believe he meant it? “She was flirting with me and you were just… okay with it. You were encouraging it and I didn’t like it. I didn’t like that you didn’t care. And yeah, I’m sorry. I’m stupid because I didn’t realize. I didn’t realize that’s how I felt. I didn’t like that it wasn’t you flirting with me. I wanted it to be you.”
“It was me,” she yelled back at him. “It was me flirting with you. For months. You never reciprocated or even noticed. Now? Now you’re interested? After I finally stopped? After I tried to move on and just support you like a normal friend would?”
Tim subconsciously rubbed his chin. That explained why Jason had seemed so intent on landing his punches in their spars the last few weeks. God, Jason figured it out before he did. “You… you never said…”
“Fuck you. I said,” she seethed, poking her finger into his chest. “I said it in a million ways. You can decipher that someone is planning an attack from the way a finger twitches and you couldn’t figure out I liked you when I was laying in your lap? It was embarrassing. It was pathetic. And you never noticed. And I have to believe the only reason for it is because you. Didn’t. Want. To.”
“No! No that’s not… You said you were just comfortable there,” he objected, cringing as the words came out of his mouth. God he was stupid.
“I told you I needed you and you told me to ‘finish the sentence. I’m not a mind reader, that’s Alfred.’” She continued in a mocking impersonation of his voice.
Oh God… he had said that. He remembered that interaction perfectly. He had thought she just needed to sleep. She had been up on a design spree for more than a day and hadn’t been getting good sleep for the week before that either. It never occurred to him… “It wasn’t because I didn’t want to, it’s because I’m an idiot.”
Marinette scoffed, which he supposed was a better reaction than yelling again. “You’re a fucking genius, Timmy. Literally a fucking genius.”
“But that’s… that’s not emotions. I would never think… you could have anyone. Literally anyone. Why me?” His face was scrunched up in confusion and his voice desperate like none of this made sense to him and for the first time he couldn’t see what was happening or why.
“I…” she opened and closed her mouth a few times. “What?” She blinked at him a few times. “No. I meant what I said. I can’t do this right now. Get over whatever tantrum this is you’re throwing and I’ll see you later.” She stalked away, throwing her barely touched espresso in the trash as she walked, no longer having the stomach for it.
He watched as she left, uncertain how to proceed now, how to save this, because now that he’d realized, now that he knew, he couldn’t pretend he didn’t. Now that he finally knew what that feeling that came up every time he thought about her was, he couldn’t ignore it. And he couldn’t let it slip through his fingers just as he was realizing it. She had put herself out there so many times, he would have to do the same if he wanted to show her how serious he was.
He was going to have to do something huge to get her to understand this wasn’t just a passing fancy. He loved her. It developed so slowly, he almost missed it. Not almost. He had missed it. But now that he thought about it, he did. He loved her. He loved everything about her. He loved her passion. He loved her compassion. He loved her spark, her sass, her wit. He loved her smile and the way her eyes shined when she spoke about the thinks she loved. He loved her and he was going to win her back.
Marinette pushed back from her sewing machine, stretching her back out after her hours long design session she had forced herself into rather than thinking about her earlier interaction with Tim. She wasn’t sure how she wanted to proceed from here but she wasn’t proud of the way she had reacted. On the one hand, she still loved him and he just realized he loved her too… so what was the problem? On the other hand, what the fuck was that timing!
She furrowed her brows at the sound of water hitting outside. It hadn’t been raining when she’d started sewing. And it hadn’t been in the forecast… She walked over to her balcony to investigate and screeched at the unexpected sight of someone standing right outside her balcony door. Her jaw dropped when she took a second, calmer look. Tim was standing on her balcony looking forlorn, his black hair plastered to his forehead and his hand reaching out to gently touch the door’s glass.
Her heart stuttered in her chest seeing him on her balcony. How long had he been standing there! It looked like it was pouring out. Her body jerked with the realization. He needed to come inside before he got sick! She rushed to open the door for him, but paused a few feet from the door. She quirked her head to the side and narrowed her eyes. That rain was awfully… centralized. She looked down and shook her head, refusing to let him see her smile so quickly.
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Fuck off, Kon,” she mumbled to the floor.
“Yes, ma’am,” she heard yelled from somewhere in the sky as the ‘rain’ immediately ended. She waited a few seconds for Kon to get far enough away with whatever contraption he had created to cause the rain effect, before she opened the door for Tim.
She finally met his eyes with a soft gaze. She puckered her lips to keep from smiling. “Really? Like some kind of Nicholas Sparks novel?” she said in mock exasperation.
Tim gave her a hesitant smile. Teasing. Teasing he could do. Teasing was normal for them. “Come on, give me some credit,” he scoffed. “More John Hughes movie than anything else.”
She let out a breath of relief and cocked her hip. “John Hughes, huh?”
“They’re good movies, Mari,” he nodded, his face set in mock seriousness. He started to take a step into her apartment but stopped, slowly setting his foot back down where it had been.
Marinette shook her head and grabbed his shirt, pulling him into the apartment and close enough to her he could easily caress her face or run his hands through her hair or set his hands on her hips, all of which he desperately wanted to do. “You’re a dork.”
“Yeah,” he nodded in agreement. His voice was quiet, afraid to break the comfortable feeling they had created. “I’m a dork and an idiot and undeserving and unworthy and sorry. So very sorry.”
Marinette shook her head and looked down. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” she whispered. When she looked back up, he saw the tears that had escaped and started rolling down her face.
He reached out to wipe away the tears, moving closer until they were almost flush against each other. “But more than anything, I’m in love,” he cupped her face, letting his thumbs gently stroke her cheeks, “and praying I didn’t realize it too late. Please tell me I didn’t mess this up, Marinette, because I do. I love you. I love your heart. I love your determination. I love your intelligence. I love your kindness. I love your creativity. I love the way you make me feel when I’m with you. I love the way you make me feel like I’m enough and want to be better at the same time. I love you. But if I took too long, if you don’t want that anymore, I can… I’ll back off. Whatever you want.”
Marinette stared at him for a few moments, her face went blank until more tears started falling. Tim sucked in a sharp breath. His heart started pounding in realization. She had moved on. She didn’t want this. He leaned back to pull his hands away from her so she didn’t feel like he was forcing himself on her, but before his hands had even left her face she surged forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to meet her lips.
Suddenly she stopped and pulled away, looking at him with wide eyes. “Sorry! Sorry. I should have asked first. That was just so beautiful… but I shouldn’t have…” The rest of her sentence was swallowed up by his lips. He moved his hands to cradle her head as he kissed her. Her arms tightened around his neck when he moved his head slightly to deepen the kiss, pulling him even closer.
After a few minutes they pulled away incrementally, just enough to catch their breath. Their eyes met and Marinette began giggling, overwhelmed by all the emotions she’d gone through that day. Tim soon joined in, pulling her close again in a tight hug. “Thank God,” he whispered into her hair. “I was so scared.”
Marinette nodded into his chest. “Me too.” She pulled away and looked up at him with a sweet smile. “Want to dry off and watch a movie?”
He looked at her hesitantly. “Can I… can we…” He took a breath to focus himself. “I don’t want to stop holding you yet.”
Marinette grinned brightly. “I think cuddling during the movie can be arranged.” Tim grinned back and pulled her into another kiss. “That sounds wonderful,” he whispered into her lips.
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Giving Us Doomsday
Lily stands in the doorway. Harry is cradled against her chest, and her hand on his back rises and falls with each breath that he takes. He’s six months old today, she thinks. There’s a solidity to him nowadays that wasn’t there before; when he was first born and in those early, new months, he was like a little bird. Fragile, cooing, delicate little thing. Now there’s fat on his thighs and his chubby little cheeks, and he looks at her with more curiosity and determination than fear in his emerald green eyes.
They’re at Remus’ cottage, and the dark Derbyshire countryside beyond the windows is putting the hairs up on the back of Lily’s neck. She doesn’t understand how Remus can live out here. It feels so exposed, out here on this moorland with nothing but the moon and the wind for company. Perhaps that’s why Remus likes it, she muses. When the boys can’t join him for the full moon, at least he knows there’s no one else around. He chooses loneliness for all the other days of the month in exchange for security on one.
It feels bizarre to be celebrating. What is there for them to celebrate when the war is all but lost? They’re hanging on by a thread, this scrawny, emaciated remains of an Order. There’d been more of them at the start. So many more. And yet, here they are, the tenacious remnants of the organisation, pouring champagne into flutes and clinking the glass together, and heralding in another year. 1981. Lily wonders what the year will hold. She hopes it will be better than the last. She’s always hopeful.
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“Gently – almost tenderly – he propped it up against the Goddess statue. It seemed like a perfect fit, with how small she was; the right side of her body was covered nearly completely by it. It made her look almost fierce despite her kind expression; like she was warding off an incoming attack.
After a moment of deliberation, Link picked his grandfather’s sword back up and leaned it against the statuette’s left arm, withdrawing his hands carefully and slowly.”
Today is @timeturner-jay‘s birthday so I made a little illustration of one of my favourite scenes from her fic “New Hands on Ancient Hilts”. If you like LU Four or just LoZ lore in general, this is a must read for you.
As for the art, it’s a mix of watercolour and oil pastels. At first, my goal was to achieve a kid’s book look, but I got caught up in the details for that :’D but it’s okay, I’m happy with the end result and more than glad with the reaction I got.
Happy birthday, Jay! I love you so much!💛🥺
You can read New Hands on Ancient Hilts on Ao3
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INTRODUCING: ARMFUL OF KITTENS
ONE OF WHICH
GONNA BE MINE
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hey! ok so i totally get why u don’t write smut for teenagers (it’s not weird for me because age of consent is 16 where i live so i always just assume that for other people too lmao) but i was wondering if you could do some light smut for teen daxton like even just a steamy make out session or them talking about what devi likes and doesn’t like? only if you’re comfortable :)
here on ao3
Devi to Paxton:
Pls come over and distract me, things are shitty today
It had been a week since the dance. A week since Kamala ran away from her engagement dinner and still hadn’t come back. Her grandmother and her mom were bickering. A stray cat got into the house, bringing a live bird in it’s mouth which caused the entire living room to be torn apart by the three women trying to catch the cat and bird and remove them. In the process a family photo was ripped to shreds by the cat. They had another copy of the photo, in a box in the garage, but both Devi and her mom were on edge after seeing Mohan’s photographic face ripped through like Wolverine got into it.
Devi opened the door to her room and checked the sounds of the house. It was 11pm and she could hear her grandmother snoring and saw the lights all through the house were turned off. The door to her mother’s room was closed and no light coming from under the door so if he came over, chances they’d be caught were low.
By the time she pulled her door closed gently, and locked it, she saw Paxton opening the window.
“Jesus,” she said, surprised to see him so soon. “Did you fly here or what?”
He smiled and pulled her into his arms before he even answered, kissing her forehead before sitting on the edge of her bed and guiding her to sit next to him.
“I was already on my way when you texted, I was a little worried since I hadn’t heard from you since this morning.”
“You were already coming? Because you hadn’t heard from me?” Devi gulped. That seemed like something a person would do when they cared. It was still startling at times to know that he cared. But she hated to let that out so she fell back on a joke. “Stalker.”
“Yeah, okay, I’ll just go then, see ya.” He started to stand up but Devi tugged on his arm to get him to sit back down, putting her legs over his lap so he couldn’t get up. She was wearing an oversized shirt to bed, she should have put on some pajama pants. All the making out they’d done like this was strictly over clothes type of situation. But her legs were uncovered and Paxton rested his hand over her knees, his fingers brushing the bare side of her thigh. He didn’t say anything for a second, the smile still on his face from teasing her seconds before, but he kept his attention on the bare skin of her legs and let his fingers slide along her thigh. Devi gulped because he seemed to understand this was different than most nights and she wasn’t sure what that meant. “So what’s up? Why was today shitty?” he asked but he was still watching his hand move across her thigh.
Devi couldn’t think of what happened today because the pads of his fingers running over her thigh were distracting. Was he feeling all that bumpy cellulite she could see when she looked in the mirror, did he notice that she’d missed a spot shaving last night? Did he like her legs? Because she liked the way he was touching them.
Her silence got him to look up at her and away from her legs, but his fingers stayed, moving back and forth. Devi tried to focus. Something about the way he looked at her had her forgetting her name.
“It wasn’t like...a certain event.” She could get some words out, this was good, she did it. “Just a lot of little shitty things.”
“Fair, I get those kinda days too,” he said, leaning closer to her. “So my job here is not to talk but to distract?”
Paxton’s lips parted, he gripped her thigh now, not hard, just enough that Devi noticed the shift in pressure and gasped. She nodded before closing the gap between them, kissing him hard. Teeth bumping, noses in the way, but she was distracted and he was smiling against her.
Devi was a fan of kissing. It could be sloppy or rushed or hard or fast or slow and tidy and gentle but she liked it all. She especially liked it when Paxton sighed or smiled against the kiss. It was the validation she needed in this new skill she was acquiring. He liked kissing her and she liked kissing him and she was sure if she was to be graded by Paxton, he would definitely have given her an A. She’d give him one right back, maybe an A+ but she didn’t want to seem thirsty.
Not that kissing along his jaw and up to his ear while he slid his fingers further up and inward didn’t feel thirsty. Whatever he was doing, she wanted him to be doing it closer and faster. It felt like his fingers were matches, lighting a slow flame across her skin. Devi leaned back so she was lying on her bed, he followed her, his lips finding hers again, slipping his tongue into her mouth, she responded in kind, and he groaned. Her hand held his cheek softly until she felt his fingers reach the seam of her panties. She tried to cover her shocked gasp but he immediately stopped and looked at her concerned.
“You okay?” he asked, pulling back so he could look at her. She nodded, feeling silly.
“Yeah, you’ve just never done that before,” she explained. “But I’m a fan. Loved it. Please keep doing it.”
He gave her a half smile, it was goofy, like he couldn’t believe his luck. But he kissed her again, his hand moving up to the bare skin at her waist. That’s not what she wanted and she considered saying something but sometimes her brain and her mouth didn’t connect well.
“Are we about to fuck?” she asked, then cringed. That was not sexy. That was embarrassing.
Paxton scoffed, a sort of laugh and scoff before he kissed the tip of her nose. “Not tonight, Devi.”
Devi’s chest felt tight. “Why not?”
“Because I’m not ready to yet,” he said, but Devi didn’t know if she believed him.
“Okay but so we’re clear, I am, whenever you’re ready, whenever you’ve got a minute, I’m about it.” She was sure that people said you should discuss what you want and she wanted to be fucking railed by her hot as hell boyfriend that she liked very much.
“Got it,” he said, resting on his elbow, on his side, next to her. His free hand was still under her shirt, at her waist, above her panties but he started to move down. His fingers slid down the side of her panties where his hand rested comfortably, just under her pantyline.
The anticipation of his hand just sitting there had Devi focusing on her breathing, trying not to say something stupid again, trying not to beg him to move, trying to keep her head. She bit her lip and he leaned in and kissed her again. He put his teeth around her bottom lip, nipping himself there, Devi’s tongue moved against his lips as he did it, she was trying to keep concentrated on his lips because his hand still wasn’t moving and Devi could feel herself getting wet.
That’s good right? That’s the reaction you’re supposed to have? Feels good. That’s good, she thought to herself.
Paxton’s pointer finger crept up to her pantyline, he moved it back and forth two, three, four times before he slipped it under the seam of her panties, immediately sliding it along and tracing the seam around her leg, slowly, from the middle of her thigh, all the way around her ass, and backtracking to the front of her leg. His other fingers obviously tracing a similar path but on her bare skin, only the pointer was the brave one. He did that for a while and Devi couldn’t figure out what she was hoping he’d do after. He was so close and it wasn’t until she clenched that she realized what she wanted.
He was kissing her, softly, his lips wandering to the corner of her mouth, along her jaw, down her neck, all while his pointer finger took a couple of trips around the seam of her panties of her left leg. Was she going crazy? A second finger, the middle, joined in the laps around her leg and she almost laughed with relief, something new to focus on.
“Still good?” he asked, “This works best if I go slow.”
Devi closed her eyes and sighed. “Yeah, I could stand for whatever you’re doing to go faster but I trust you.”
“You don’t know what I’m doing?” he asked, with a lilt to his voice. “Have you never done this to yourself?”
She felt him push her panties to the side and slip his two fingers into her folds. Devi gasped again and closed her eyes. His fingers were circling, high and low, like an oval and when they reached the top of that track Devi’s breath hitched. Paxton kissed her cheek, then her lips, just little pecks, as his fingers picked up the pace. Her breathing followed, to the point where she could barely remember to kiss him back.
“You gotta-” Devi could’s eyes were closed, her heart felt like it might explode, her throat was dry from breathing like she was, but she needed something else.
“What?” Paxton slowed down and Devi shook her head.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she demanded and heard Paxton chuckle like he was proud of himself.
“So more of this is fine?” When she nodded, he slid a finger inside of her, his hand turning over and his thumb softly pressing into her clit. Devi cried out before quickly covering her mouth. Waking up the whole house in this position was sure to get them both murdered and buried in the backyard.
She followed his rhythm, lifting her hips up to get even closer so he added the second finger and Devi couldn’t help the moan that escaped her. Even Paxton had abandoned kissing her now, and was just letting his free hand outline her chin. He was watching her intently, a small smile blooming every fourth or fifth stroke when his thumb put more pressure on her clit and Devi whimpered. He moved a stray lock of hair off her forehead and kissed her hairline as she bucked against him, her toes curling, her muscles tightening, and stars exploding behind her eyelids.
Devi shuddered as Paxton slipped his fingers out of her and leaned in, kissing her lips again and discreetly wiping his hand on his pants. Devi felt like melted jello. Or pudding. A shiver would run through her every 15 seconds or so and she’d clench again, coming off the high.
She tried to say something but all that came out of her mouth was a jumble of sounds that could not be interpreted as words by even the best of linguists. Paxton laughed warmly.
“Making you speechless, I can’t pretend I’m not loving this. Does that mean it was good?”
Devi hummed something, still unable to form words.
“Never had a girl clench around my hand like that,” he admitted, a blush on his cheeks. “That was so hot.”
As she started to come back to herself, she took in what he said. “Oh, what can I do for you? Because yeah that was very good. Big fan. 10/10 would recommend.”
Paxton smiled and kissed her clothed shoulder. “I’m good. I’ll take care of me when I get home. You gave me some excellent material.”
“I did?” she asked, still unsure if she should be embarrassed or beaming. She couldn’t see herself but it felt like beaming was winning.
“Yeah,” he said as she shuddered again. “But you’ve done that before right? Like yourself?”
Now she knew she should be embarrassed. The way he said it made it sound like she was a weirdo for not. She scrunched up her nose and shook her head, looking away.
“How do you get yourself off?” he asked, more shock than teasing and that made her feel slightly better.
“I...haven’t really…” Devi reached above her head and pulled a large pillow down. “This guy and I have tried but we’ve been unsuccessful.” She hated to admit it but she couldn’t stop herself from it either. She put the pillow under her head now and Paxton put his head on the other side.
“No way.” He was surprised. “No wonder you had the courage to ask a total stranger to fuck you. You’re wound too tight.”
She closed her eyes again, bringing a hand up to cover her face. “Please don’t bring that up.”
“But you were so cute, shaking my hand like it was some kind of business decision.” He moved her hand off her face so he could kiss her lips.
“Oh god,” she said when he pulled back. “I was so desperate and weird!”
“Yeah, ‘cause you weren’t getting off, it all makes perfect sense now.” He smiled, wide, warm, like he really cared about her.
“So if I had led with that, you’d have had sex with me?” Devi asked, turning on her side and putting a leg over his, scooting closer to him.
“I said yes, it wasn’t until later that I realized we should not have sex.” He put his hand on her thigh again but it wasn’t so distracting this time.
“Because it got weird,” Devi filled in.
“Yeah, because it would be weird to have sex with somebody I kinda liked.”
“Isn’t the point to have sex with people you like?” Devi teased.
“Right, but I didn’t like….understand you yet. And I wanted to figure you out. If we had sex, I assumed you’d peace out and go back to the nerds and I’d be left thinking about the girl who confused me.”
“You thought I was gonna ditch you?” Devi asked, surprised. “And you didn’t want me to?”
He shrugged. “I guess we’re sharing all kinds of embarrassing secrets tonight.”
“I don’t think we are. That’s just you.” Devi shook her head.
“Two minutes ago I found out I was the first person to get you off including yourself but you’re right that’s not embarrassing that’s just sad. Thank god I’m here to take care of this.” He squeezed her thigh and then smacked it playfully for good measure.
“Shut up!” she whined.
“Alright, I won’t get you off again and I won’t show you again so you can do it yourself, essentially rendering my services useless.”
“Sir, you are still obligated in many ways. The position of boyfriend has a lengthy list of duties.”
“Okay but I can teach you how to do that because that will be sexy and fun for me and I think you, too,” he offered.
Devi rolled her eyes. “The student has become the teacher, hm?”
“Yep.” Paxton moved his hand from her thigh up to her cheek, his thumb running back and forth across her chin. He was looking at her lips and she couldn’t help but smile. The way he did that made her stomach flip. His thumb moved up and across her lips and Devi stuck her tongue out to catch it. “Sorry, I was going to have some snappy comeback about you being a good student but all I can think about is hoping that this day isn’t shitty anymore. Did I help?”
Devi pressed her lips to his, smiling. “Yeah. Much better.”
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..... its their anniversary so....
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Young Usahara is just uramichi oniisan with longer blonde hair, colored lens and longer lashes- if it makes sense
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Dawning, by weightyghosts
“He was terrified that the moment the sunlight hit them, the spell would be broken. Everything was okay in the dark; everything was intoxicating, almost magical, as if the darkness protected you with a cloak of shadow and passion. But in the light… Every part of you could be seen, exposed. Morning sheds a new perspective on the night before, and Remus desperately didn’t want for Sirius to wake up with a new perspective.”
Word count: 1261
Pairing: Remus x Sirius
Published: May 10, 2021
Warnings: references to sex, implied mature content
Remus tried his best to slow his frantic heart and keep his breathing even so as not to disturb the beautiful boy asleep on top of him, but inside, he was panicking.
Last night… Last night everything had changed for him. After years, years, of dancing around, hiding how they truly felt, pretending not to be dying inside as they watched each other settle for love with other people- they had finally stripped off their masks and laid themselves bare; naked and vulnerable in every way possible. It might have involved some liquid courage and minor meddling from their friends, but by the end of the night, they didn’t care how they had got there, just that they were there, at last.
Remus surreptitiously glanced around his bedroom, taking in the clothes strewn about the floor; the books knocked over on his desk from when Sirius had pushed him up against it; the comforter hastily kicked to the bottom of the bed; the empty glass of water on his side table that he had reluctantly dragged himself away from Sirius to get for them, before they had fallen asleep tangled together. Other than the evidence of their passionate night, everything else looked the same, which was unsettling for Remus since he didn’t feel the same. His eyes landed on the cluster of photographs on his wall, specifically the ones of him and Sirius, where he could see the hope and love and pain in his own face simply from being near the person he so desperately wanted but didn’t have.
If only he could tell his younger self to be patient, that he would get his chance when the time came, and damn if it wouldn’t be worth the wait. He looked up at the textured ceiling of his flat, a smile tugging at his lips as he recalled all the words and kisses and moans and laughter they had exchanged the night before, all in the name of love.
Though, when he had woken that morning, he hadn’t felt the joy or relief he always dreamt he would; he had panicked, and now, as he glanced down at the inky head of hair spread across his chest, he felt the same fears percolate inside him again. He was terrified that the moment the sunlight hit them, the spell would be broken. Everything was okay in the dark; everything was intoxicating, almost magical, as if the darkness protected you with a cloak of shadow and passion. But in the light… Every part of you could be seen, exposed. Morning sheds a new perspective on the night before, and Remus desperately didn’t want for Sirius to wake up with a new perspective.
Remus was snapped out of his thoughts as Sirius began to stir, the arm around him tightening as Sirius stretched and contracted his muscles. Remus inhaled deeply as the other boy slowly turned his head, dragging his nose and mouth lazily along Remus’ stomach, then propped his chin up to look at Remus.
“Hi,” Sirius breathed with half-lidded eyes and a sleepy smile that made Remus’ heart stop for so long he felt light-headed.
“Hi,” Remus replied in a small voice, only exhaling what little air he needed for that single word.
Sirius chuckled. “What is it?”
Sirius twisted and pulled himself over so that he was laying fully on top of Remus, the lower halves of their bodies pressed together, and placed both hands on Remus’ chest so he could rest his chin on them. The fact that they were still stark naked was decidedly not helpful for Remus to keep a level head.
“I thought we were long past secrets now, Moony,” Sirius smirked with a slow wink, “Long past.”
The rest of the air in Remus’ lungs rushed out all at once as heat filled his cheeks and neck. “Er-” He stammered, feeling embarrassed, which made no sense considering how vulnerable they had been with each other the night before. “I just thought maybe you… That you might not...”
Sirius shifted, planting his hands on either side of Remus’ chest and pushing himself up so he loomed over Remus. Remus swallowed, suddenly aware of how dry his throat was.
“What? You thought I might regret last night?” Sirius said in a voice as sweet and thick as honey, lowering himself once more so he could plant kisses on Remus’ sternum, “You actually thought it was possible that I wouldn’t wake up deliriously happy?”
Remus couldn’t breathe. There seemed to be some sort of warm bubble around his heart, expanding and growing until it left no room for his lungs to fill up. When he didn’t reply, Sirius shot him a disapproving glare, accompanied by a very unnecessary (in Remus’ opinion) tsk noise.
“Do you not realize how adorable you look in the morning?” Sirius continued, feigning exasperation. He nipped at Remus’ collarbone, pulling a small groan from the boy currently pinned underneath him, “Especially this morning,”
Sirius’ mouth was now trailing a wet line up Remus’ neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake, which was at odds with how warm Remus felt all over. He could feel the words Sirius spoke as his lips brushed his skin. “You look thoroughly-debauched,” Sirius murmured, “And you should know that I am very much in favour of making sure you look like this every morning.”
His lips finally found Remus’ and Remus was utterly powerless against them. They kissed deeply, Remus opening up as he accepted the truth of how happy Sirius was, and the inevitability of Sirius getting exactly what he wanted- and that what he wanted was Remus. Remus certainly had no complaints. Sirius started to lean back, presumably to continue speaking, but Remus made a noise of protest and surged upwards to find his lips again, not wanting the kiss to end. Sirius laughed into his mouth, then let Remus turn them over, settling back into the pillows. Remus heard a content sigh and leaned away, bracing himself on his elbows.
He took in Sirius’ bright grey eyes, kiss-swollen lips, and his fanned-out, shoulder-length hair that was more tangled and wild than Remus had ever seen it before. “I look thoroughly-debauched?” He said with a lopsided smile, “You haven’t even seen your hair yet.”
Sirius smiled and caught his bottom lip between his teeth. “I take it you’re not having any more regrets, Moony-mine?”
“Only that we can’t stay like this forever,” Remus said in a soft voice, melting at the nickname.
“Who says we can’t?” Sirius whispered, one hand stroking the length of Remus’ spine, the other tracing his eyebrow and jawline, then tugging Remus’ chin down to press their lips together again. Remus took a moment to appreciate how brilliant Sirius’ mind was in the mornings.
The sun broke through Remus’ curtains, spilling slants of warm light on their bodies, and he cracked an eye open, only to find Sirius’ grey ones gazing back. This close, he could see the waves of blue and flecks of silver in them, and knew Sirius was staring just as intently, taking in everything that looked brand new in the morning light and their dawning love. He rested his forehead against Sirius’, feeling less uneasy with every breath they shared, and more comfortable, safe, and at home.
He wasn’t even sure which one of them said it, but he knew it was true, and he thought that maybe there wasn’t anything to be afraid of in the morning after all.
“We are beautiful.”
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*skitters off to the shame corner*
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