#...and not feel the same thing as everyone else or nothing at all...randomly had this thought and it stayed with me ever since

[cooperscreosote]

So, after satisfying my educational needs by reading a bunch of books about asexuality (with mixed success, as some weren't very helpful) and trying to connect with the community on Tumblr (with no success, probably won't try again because memes about garlic bread and subjugating whole countries aren't very funny to me) I can finally go back to ignore and repress this issue in peace, haha.

I still greatly dislike it and yeah, I would give a lot to change it if I could - especially since people told me before that I'm unable to love (in an insulting way, not just as a fact) and I desperately wanted to prove them wrong. But alas, I can't change it. No one can, and sometimes you just have to swallow it and face the facts. So I guess I'll just have to learn how to feel like just having myself is good enough and get used to a life of solitude. I still dread the thought even now, but I consider myself a practical person...so if there's no way around it there's also no need to cry about it any longer, right? (And who am I kidding, I wouldn't have found a partner anyway :D) Still, that comes with the knowledge that a part of me will always be unhappy, which is not that nice, but there's nothing to be done about that either :/

Anyway, the people who followed me for other things will probably be happy to hear this...I must have been such an annoyance, lol. There might be one or two related posts in my queue (can't remember rn, but it's possible), but that's it. Time to go back to more important things, aka fandom stuff!

[catcatb0y]

I ran out of tag... (It's mostly like two things that end up becoming annoyingly intertwined the more the series goes on). He was only powerful when it was convenient to the power scaling, which led to him being constantly put in otherwise intensely traumatizing victim situations solely to spur the main character into saving him no matter the cost. Which normally would have only furthered his unrealistic inferiority complex (and also his fear of weakness as well as distaste for weak people given how many people VICTIM BLAMED HIM, which you'd think would only confirm his fucking bias??) which OOPS was made into a... realistic inferiority complex?? Somehow solely to show that the MC somehow managed to grow past the underdog he never fucking was, and since the fans adored this, that became his only character! Yeah, somehow THAT was his big character growth...

He went from a complex, morally grey character to UwU empty ship fodder, and the fans of the series ate it up SO much that one of the main villains (one of the only people who genuinely acknowledged the strength and horrible treatment of my silly guy) telling him 'You're useless actually, I just want to kill you to make that other kid sad lol-' is seen as his PEAK. That. That's his peak. That's the "good ol days" the shipdom romantacizes. A villain poking at his weakness and deepest insecurity is somehow the canonizing moment of the ship (and it doesn't even happen, MC gets mad at his best friend's death for three seconds and then effortlessly kicks the villain's ass, as like the shittiest cherry on top) < it only gets worse from there!

I was also a shipper back in the day, and, in hindsight, I really should have seen the whole shitshow coming, but unfortunately I went on to dedicate six years to this hyperfixation that continues to haunt me three years after I attempted to quit the fandom cold turkey. It didn't even work.

reblog this with one canon thing you dislike / think is flawed about your blorbo and/or the way they were written

[rsventhesecondd]

" how could she just sit there and laugh, and look so beautiful? "

featuring wbk men ; fawning over you as their bestfriend !  insert pairings ୨ৎ mitsuki kiryu , hayato suo , haruka sakura , kaji ren + more soon >< this request

a/n . hi, it may or may not be a little far away from the request, and a little late but i promise ill catch up to the others requests. ): i'll make another part soon once requested, that's all!

warnings . some parts may seem ooc or grammatically incorrect as eng is not my first language, and this isn't proof read. please bare with it !

HAYATO SUO , 

who found you amusing and easily got close to you. — was the first one to approach you, and immedietely matched your vibe. Not in the mood to talk? It's okay, he'll lighten up the mood and say the most randomest things but somehow always interests you.Wanna say something? Wanna rant? Go ahead, he'll listen.

THE WAY you laugh it off and say no when students asks  'what? I thought you two were a thing?' may or may have not slightly sting — but it's okay! Everyone else thinks you two are a thing. And thats enough for him. Being close with you? Thats enough for him. Being the one who lends you a shoulder to cry on, being the one to give you a hug, being the one who knows you best – knowing all too well about you and having the title as a dear friend exclusively is enough to make him feel content; atleast for now. He wouldnt  want to make you feel uncomfortable now, would he? Maybe he'll just start with baby steps.. , then he'll get what he wants. 

SAKURA HARUKA , 

whom you just randomly started appearing with. One time, he got cornered up by his friends and a few students asking about his relation with you. 'sakura being with [name]? what an odd pair!' people say. somehow that caused sakura to wonder why you chose him as a friend. "Hey, [name]" he says randomly during parol. "What part of me makes you stay? No, why do you even bother to stay with someone like me?" 'i stay because you're my friend' – your words echoe in his head. His eyes brightens ever so slightly, but then droops down. It warmed him knowing that someone cared about him, that you cared. But it also stinged his heart in a way he couldn't quite understand.

POOR BOY who was stressing out over what he was feeling. It was all too new to him, the way he lights up whenever you were around, the way his tone softens up whenever it was you he was talking to – all explained by nirei, following with suos teasing. After finally figuring out what he was feeling, it took days for him to finally get the courage to talk to you. ( you approached him first.. ) as you try to strike up a conversation, he tries his best to reply but nothing but single syllables come out of his mouth as he stutters. (˘·灬·˘) – after a few days of this going on, you finally ask suo for answers resulting in him- well... dodging the questions effortlessly, while nirei on the other hand ended up letting the 'secret' slip up.. 

KAJI REN ,

who would've never imagined to become friends with you. Hell, he was the last person people thought would be with you. It all started when he saved you from a bunch of dudes while he was on parol, he thought you were familiar and asked yuto about you, turns out you were in the same section as him— really? he thought to himself. he never really noticed.  he'd spare glances from time to time, and you would too. until you finally approached him and thats where everything started. At first, he'd keep his headphones on and you'd go off about how 'rude it is' , and despite that , you still kept on bantering as he looked uninterested. After a few weeks, you finally had it and just went silent. "Why'd you stop?" he says, finally glancing at you. "You weren't listening anyways, why bother?" you then replied, fondling the hem of your skirt. "You idiot." He says taking a deep breath, "You like cats but you're allergic to them, your favorite colour is [insert] , your full name is [full name] , and you like strawberries but hate how sour they can taste. I can keep going, " "Huh– but you looked so uninterested and you barely look at me everytime we talk and I thought, " you said, mouth slightly agape "And you had your headphones on and stuff so i just.." He looks at you once more, sighing as he takes his headphones off and placed them onto your head. It was silent. You stare at him, still embarrassed. And even so, the deafening seconds of silence still goes on.. until he speaks. "There. Happy?" he says, finally for once, looking at you straight ahead. "Happy." You said with a smile. Maybe you haven't noticed, but his friends sure did. The way he slowly warms up to you, and his eyes soften up ever so slightly despite looking so grumpy. Seeing him without his headphones off, let alone sharing them with someone is a big deal itself. Maybe you two were too immersed in the conversation to notice how they were trying not to stare at you two too much.

MITSUKI KIRYU ,

whom you met through similiar friendgroups. It wasn't really a problem getting to know each other, you were both well known and popular anyways– plus, you had a ton of common interests too! Although at first you were.. a bit skeptical, i mean he was too good to be true was he? Or was he not.

HE THE BESTFRIEND , who would get asked ever so often for help to hit things up with you, in which he just ignores. Kiryu was known to be with alot of female friends, some even mistaken as his 'sides' and somehow you guys seemed different. Well, considering the fact that you hit pass the two week mark.

'hey kiryu, arent you and [name] something?' a guy asked in which kiryu replied " no, we're just really good friends " he said with a smile.

' great! Can you help me hit things up with her? She's really cute and well kno– '

kiryus eye twitches. " no." 'what?' " well then you heard me, " he says with a smile " ah, look at the time! I have to get going. wouldn't wanna be late to the cafe me and [name] are meeting in " he says, emphasizing the last few words. A few more words from that guy and he was about to mangle him. It's best if he leaves.

[buckytakethewheel]

next door secrets

Summary: The walls in the Avengers tower are paper thin. So, one night, when Bucky hears you moan his name through the walls of his bedroom, things take a turn. Pairing: New Avengers!Bucky Barnes x New Avengers!Fem Reader Warnings/tags: smut; masturbation (female & male); dirty talking (mostly bucky, but very light); light swearing dual pining; unbeta'd Word count: 3.8k Notes: this idea came to me randomly yesterday and i just immediately started writing it. not sure if this is a thing people will be into, but i'm very proud of what came out 😂 for future fics, if anyone wants to be tagged, please let me know! ❤️

Tonight, Bucky can't fall asleep. No, not just tonight; it's always particularly hard for him to let himself be embraced by a night of rest, his mind constantly battling its own demons. It's a dark place in there when he closes his eyes.

He scrolls on his phone for a while, but nothing catches his eye enough to earn his full attention. Turns on the TV to watch a stupid action flick, but gets bored ten minutes in. Opens a book and tries to read, but the words melt together.

It's a fight he fights every night. And tonight, it doesn't look like he's about to win it.

When he first hears the sound that is going to keep him up a few more nights in a row, he almost ignores it, because it was probably something else. Anything else. His ears perk up but silence stretches and he figures he imagined it.

Then, he hears it again. Unmistakable, this time, slightly louder.

A moan. Clear as day, on the other side of the wall that meets his bedroom. And Bucky knows immediately who it belongs to. You. When you joined the team, you had been attributed a bedroom of your choice. Everyone had chosen theirs. Bucky though that was stupid because, truthfully, they all looked the same. You had insisted you wanted this one because the window had a good overview of the city. It does, but they all do.

Bucky doesn’t know you picked this bedroom because every morning, when you wake up, you cross paths with him when walking out and you get to see him sleepy, a little grumpy - the most domestic you've ever seen him. You're sunshine and warmth, and you give him a bright ‘good morning’ before walking away.

He doesn’t know that. He doesn’t know you’re staring at him when he’s not looking, the same way he stares at you when you’re not looking.

So, tonight, he hears you moaning and Bucky's heartbeat stutters in his chest. He almost stops breathing, his hearing attuned to try and hear more of what's happening on your side, but there's another pause, another moment of silence, and then -

“Oh, yes, that feels so good.”, he hears you moan. It’s not loud. It's not obscene. It's honestly a bit sweet, even if the words come from a place of desire and pleasure. Your voice sounds like honey coated in sin, and Bucky lets out a breath.

You're with someone. Right now, in this very moment, he's listening to you having sex with someone. Someone, anyone, a body on yours, fingers grabbing and touching and driving themselves inside of you, skin on skin, lips wrapped around your pretty, delicate neck, inhaling your scent. Hearing you moan sounds like heaven on Earth, but knowing it’s for someone else is the personification of hell. Ache sipping through the walls and settling deep in his bones.

Bucky makes a low, quiet noise of disapproval and grabs his pillow, presses it hard over his head in hopes of drowning out the noise. It barely helps. Thankfully, you’re not too loud, and there’s a long period of silence where he doesn’t hear you at all, or only manages to catch a few gasps before you’re quiet again. Whoever is with you doesn’t make any noise, either. Good. There was a low chance Bucky would come out of this alive if he had to hear someone moaning for you.

The silence lasts for a couple of minutes, but then he hears it. More sounds. More moaning. He thinks he picks up on the bedframe hitting the wall once. More- “Right there, please.”, you say, and Bucky has to move the covers away from his body because he feels like he's on fire. You sound so good, the please coming out in the hottest pleading tone. Whoever is touching you knows how to do their job - or you’re good at pretending. And Bucky might be a little selfish, but he would prefer to know you’re feeling genuine pleasure. “Please, don't stop, Bucky.”

In that moment the world may as well have stopped spinning.

Bucky?

No. No, absolutely not. He heard that wrong. No way you said his name- “Bucky, oh my god, I'm gonna cum.”

Fuck.

That was definitely his name. There's no mistake, no other possibility, it couldn’t be any other word or name - and that means you're not having sex with someone else. You're alone, in your bedroom, touching yourself to the thought of him.

For a whole moment, Bucky feels like his entire body has frozen, glued to the bed, muscles stiff. He can't move, can barely grasp for air. What is he supposed to do with this? With the knowledge that you're pleasuring yourself while thinking of him? Does he walk over to your bedroom, knock on your door and consume you? Does he admit to having overhead you? It would be too embarrassing, too real. He thinks you’d hate him for it.

Bucky’s brought back from his spiraling when he hears you moan breathlessly again, a little more desperate, and the pitch of your words and curses makes it obvious that you’re cumming. By the sound of it - hard.

Seconds later, silence. And he doesn’t hear you again for the rest of the night.

The next morning, Bucky comes out of his bedroom at his usual hour, but looking even more tired than usual. Last night, he barely got any sleep. He couldn’t after he heard you like that over the walls, and the sound of his name on your lips repeated itself in his mind over and over again. Maybe he got an hour of two of sleep, at most. It doesn’t feel like he got any at all, though.

He’s closing his door and locking it when he hears another door right next to him, closing. Instantly, he knows. It’s the usual morning routine. The two of you, coming out of your bedrooms at the exact same time every morning.

“Good morning, Bucky!”, he hears your sweet voice, the same usual happy greeting. He swallows hard, unsure if he’s even capable of looking at you, but he makes an effort. When he turns his face you’re standing by the door of your bedroom, dressed in your usual workout clothes, some tight black leggings and a grey tank-top. Words escape him. The sound of you moaning last night is etched into his brain and now, looking at you, he can imagine your head thrown back, eyes half closed, fingers buried deep in your-

“Bucky-?”, you ask softly, and he realizes his thoughts had gained the best of him and he had been standing there, standing at you, frown lines in his face. Clearing his throat, he shakes his head like he’s trying to swat away the things gnawing at him.

“Good morning.”, is all he says, and he doesn’t take long to immediately disappear down the hall. This will be a long day.

**

The day goes by exactly as Bucky expected. Long. Awkward. Mind breaking.

He bumps into you way too many times. Sees you during his training session, across the gym, finds you already in the kitchen by lunch time, gets paired with you during mission debrief. For the most of it, he tries to pretend he’s fine. Nothing’s different, nothing’s changed. He is still is regular old self, grumpy, unbothered, with dry humor and a staring problem. For the most part, he seems like his usual self. Or at least, he thinks so.

He doesn’t know you notice a difference. He’s stiffer than usually is. Makes up an excuse to run when you ask him to train with you. Barely gets a word out during the mission debrief. Something’s off, you smell it on his expression, on how he avoids your gaze all day. He looks even more tired than usual. So, you figure, maybe he just had a particularly bad night. Couldn’t sleep because of the nightmares.

When you return to your bedroom tonight, you’re thinking about him again. Just like last night.

Since you first joined the team, you could never really take your eyes off of Bucky. You picked the bedroom next to his on purpose, just to make sure you would cross paths with him every morning. Sometimes you’d try to align your training hours with his so you could see him in the gym, sweat glistening down his neck and into his shirt. Despite that, you’ve been discreet - either that, or Bucky’s very naive, because he doesn’t seem to notice you watching at all.

You tried hard to ignore it, to lock away the desire burning under your skin, but every day it grew wider. Finally, last night, you gave in to your desires. Touched yourself to the memories of him, the sound of his rough voice, the way he would say your name sometimes to get your attention. And when you came around your fingers, a little loud and ashamed, the thoughts of him didn’t subside. Only grew larger.

Which is why tonight you’re already in bed again, shorts pushed to your knees and fingers sliding under the waistband of your cotton panties.

You bite down on your lip, close your eyes and he’s there immediately. Tonight, there aren’t memories of Bucky - there are fantasies. You imagine his human hand digging into your hip, pulling you close. His mouth is on your neck, kissing, biting, licking.

You circle your clit slowly, a soft gasping slipping past your lips. Your core is warm and wet just with those fantasies, but you drag it out, instead of making it quick. Your free hand cups one of your breasts over your shirt, and your nipple hardens under the cloth. Another gasp and you shift in bed, fingers dragging slowly over your folders, spreading the slick of your arousal.

In your fantasy, Bucky is moaning your name in your ear while his metal hand drags down your body. He slides one finger inside of you - your toes curl, your back arches off the bed and you slid a finger inside, soft and sweet, dragging it in and out with some kind of precision you can imagine Bucky would have, too.

“Bucky.” You gasp his name, a little louder, the imagery of him flooding your brain. “Bucky, you’re so good, you feel so good-” The words slip out of your mouth easily, almost like you can really feel his touch on your skin.

Another finger adds to the first one inside of you, and you moan and gasp and let out small curses under your breath as your fingers move faster inside of you, brushing against all the sweet spots inside of you, curling and bringing you closer to you release. Your stomach coils, muscles tensing against your pillows and you bite hard on your bottom lip, almost to the point of drawing blood - and you imagine him kissing you, raw, unfiltered, his teeth tugging your lip into his mouth as he sucked and licked and bruised.

He’s all around you, the scent of him, the blue eyes, his touch and you drop your hand from your breast to the silk sheets under you, tightening your hold on them as you cum hard around your fingers, hips bucking into your hand, finding your sweet release.

When your breathing goes back to normal and you curl your body under the sheets, you feel satisfied but not sated.

You’d need him for that.

**

Bucky heard you that night.

And the night after.

And the night after, too.

He feels like he’s one breakdown away from requesting a new bedroom, but he doesn’t know how to do that without making it weird. What excuse would he give to move?

Every night, for the past week, he’s heard you on that damn bedroom next to his. Moaning his name, gasping and whimpering sweet nothings, praise and sugar. He loves that you’re not downright dirty. You’ll let slip an occasional curse, a soft fuck under your breath, but for the most part you sound just sweet. And his heart does somersaults in his chest every time you moan his name the way you always do, like he’s the only one for you, like he’s making you feel good in a way no one has ever had. You keep repeating it, too. Like a prayer, like a mantra, as if saying his name would act like a balm on a wound.

And every morning, he has to cross his path with you when leaving his bedroom, another sleepless night, and you’re still looking like you always do. Sunshine and color, smiling brightly at him, saying your ‘good morning’.

He hates it. Hates that he’s too much a coward to confront you about it. Or too much a coward to maybe ask you on a date like he doesn’t know you touch yourself every night, and then take you home and fuck you nice and slow, like he imagines you want him to.

Tonight is just another night of hating himself. Of brooding and staying in bed awake until it’s too late, until he can already hear you in the room next door. He’s stopped trying to drown the noises and now just lets them haunt him, like a wound that refuses to heal properly. And tonight, just like the night before, the moment he hears your first gasp, his cock twitches in his boxers.

You’re probably imagining it right now. His cock hard, demanding, growing against your hips as he kissed you on the bed. And you don’t even know that, on the bedroom next door, Bucky is hard and aching for you. Tonight, he doesn’t resist.

With a sigh, he makes himself comfortable against his pillows, slides his boxers down to his calves before he opens his bedside drawer and grabs a small bottle of lube. His cock rests half- hard against his stomach and Bucky squeezes a few drops of lube along his shaft before he wraps his flesh hand around it, thick and warm.

On the other side of the wall, you moan again, a little more desperate this time. Bucky’s cock throbs in his hold and he gives it two gentle strokes before it’s already fully hard in his hand. He closes his eyes, leans back against the headboard and strokes himself lazily as he waits for another sound on your side of the wall.

He’s waiting, albeit not very patiently, and thoughts of you flood his brain. How your ass will sometimes jiggle when you’re running in the gym with particularly tight pants, your sweet, sweet smile when you see him every morning, how your small body looks so fragile and yet so strong. You’re the most amazing he’s ever met, not just physically - and that somehow turns him on even more.

“Oh, Bucky - your tongue feels so good.”, he hears you say, and he has to bite on his tongue to stop himself from groaning. You’re usually not too descriptive when you’re touching yourself, not from what he’s heard. Bucky never really knows what you’re imagining, but right now you’re talking about his tongue, and the image is quick to slide into his brain. Him, on his knees, spreading your thighs open for you as he eats you out. Slow, gentle, tongue licking long stripes over your folds. He can practically taste you on his tongue, so sweet, and the strokes on his cock grow a little harder, a little faster, with a bit more certainty. He lets out a ragged breath, perks his ears to listen for more. More.

“Please, don’t stop.”, you moan, and Bucky feels like his mind has short-circuited, because he doesn’t stop himself from replying as if he were in the same room.

“I’m not stopping, baby.”, Bucky moans back, hand tight around his cock, stroking him slow and steady. It takes a second to register that he’s said it, and his eyes fly open, hand stopping around the base of his cock, body rigid.

Fuck.

Did you hear that?

You did.

You think you might have one crazy when you hear it. Your imagination is particularly vivid today, and maybe it made up the sound of his voice way too real.

Because there’s no way Bucky actually just responded to you. You’re not being louder than you were the other nights, you know that. And that would mean he could hear you every night.

Damn it. What the hell are you supposed to do now?

There’s no other sound from the other side of the wall. Your fingers are already buried deep inside your wet pussy, curled into a sweet spot, but they’re still right now. You try to listen for noises, but there’s nothing. Just silence. So you decide to probe. Test the waters. Your heart is in your throat, and you’re not even sure if you can get the words out, but you start moving your fingers again, try to use the arousal and pleasure as fuel to your courage.

“Bucky.”, you moan his name, and it’s not as ashamed as you’ve said before. It’s a little more confident, almost like you know he’s listening on the other side. “Tell me I’m your good girl.” A pause. You’re moving your fingers slowly, steadily, in and out of your core, hand already covered in your arousal. He doesn’t say anything, but you push again. “Please. Need to hear you say it.”

And you hear him.

It’s not loud, it’s not very clear, but it’s real and a little broken. Almost a whimper.

“Fuck,” he says, and then he’s groaning your name. It sounds like a fucking dream in his mouth. “You’re my good girl, baby.”

Bucky’s not sure he’s alive right now. Maybe he died and went to heaven, because why would you be begging him to call you his good girl while you pleasured yourself?

God, he obeyed - he obeyed and followed like a lost puppy, mewling at your command. He would say anything to you if it meant hearing those pretty noises that came from your mouth, the way you moaned his name. He calls you his good girl and you’re moaning again, and it’s louder, and he knows you know he’s listening, now. Just like you are listening to him.

Bucky tightens the hold on his cock, his metal arm buried in the sheets and curling his fingers around them like he needs it to ground himself.

“Sweet little thing.”, he says, daring himself to push a little, to break into her fantasy. “You’re so beautiful. Could eat that sweet pussy for hours.”

You let out a broken gasp on the other side of the wall, and Bucky hears it. God, he practically melts when listening to it, and the pace of his hand on his cock quickens. It’s a stupid thing, that you can tear him apart just with those little noises you make. That voice that sounds like heaven but has a hint of recklessness to it. Like the devil on a leash. Well-behaved until you’re free.

“Please.”, you mumble, fingers working inside your pussy, your walls clenching around your fingers. “Wanna feel that tongue buried in me. Taste me. Make me scream your name.” You’re hyper aware of everything, trying not to lose a single sound that comes from Bucky’s bedroom. And you don’t. You don’t lose the way he groans when you say that, and he sounds strangled, like you’re stealing his oxygen.

“Sit on my face, baby.”, he says back, broken. “Fuck, I’ll be buried in that pussy until I can’t breathe.”

That gets a real reaction out of you. A whimper, louder, high, sharp, and you’re gripping the sheets under your body, hips bucking against your hand. Bucky sounds divine, so obscene and you feel wetter than you’ve ever been, white heat clouding your vision even with your eyes closed tight. The familiar tales of your orgasm creep up your body, making your muscles tense and your legs shake, and you can tell that it’s going to hit you hard and fast, like it hasn’t in a while.

“Oh, God, Bucky, I’m gonna-” A moan interrupts your words, breathing ragged, but you need to say it, need him to hear it. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum so hard for you-”

And Bucky hears it. He’s right there with you, his hand stroking his cock fast as it twitches to the sound of your voice on the bedroom next door. He hasn’t touched himself in a while, and all the pent up pressure, along with the want for you is making him see red.

“Fuck, baby-”, he moans, and then your name falls from his lips once, twice. “Cum for me. I wanna hear you, please.”

It doesn’t take much longer for you to let out a whimper as your fingers buried deep in your drenched pussy make you cum hard, your body arching off the bed and legs convulsing, shaking, trapping your hand inside of you for a long time as you ride your release. And through the haze of your orgasm, you hear Bucky letting out a strained ‘fuck’ and then a ‘oh, baby, gonna cum so hard too-’ and then a groan.

Bucky’s hand stills on his cock as stripes of hot, thick cum paint his stomach and then he strokes himself lazily a couple more times before his body goes limp and he simply lays there, staring at the ceiling.

For a few moments, there’s only silence.

Then, an unmistakable giggle. Soft. Tender. Bucky feels like is heart is being ripped out of his chest. Why are you laughing?

He’s interrupted by his phone ringing, and he makes a disapproving noise before he grabs it from the nightstand and sees your name flashing on the screen. He swallows hard, then picks up, tentative.

“…Hey.”, he says, and on the other side, he can hear that giggle even clearer now.

“Hi, Buck.”, you answer, still chuckling softly. “Having a good night?”

He makes another grumpy noise. “Don’t tease me.”

“I’m not!”, you say, and he can practically imagine you raising your hands up in defense. “I’m serious. Did you have fun?”

Well, fuck. What is he supposed to answer that?

“… yes.”, he answers, after a pause. “Did you?”

“Do you wanna come over?”, you say, way too quickly. It’s not answer to his question, you know that. It’s something more. An extended hand. “I think I would rather start having the real you, instead of fantasies.”

Bucky doesn’t believe what he’s hearing. He almost begs you to say it again, just to confirm he heard it right. But he’s already getting up, tugging his boxers up and putting on his sweatpants.

“On my way.”, he finally answers. “Be there in 30… seconds.”

The phone call ends with another one of your chuckles. He hears it through the phone, through the walls.

And the next time he hears it, he’s standing face to face with you, before his lips finally find yours.

[wcnderlnds]

last first kiss | choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

BIGBANG APRIL CHALLENGE - APRIL 16TH

・❥・ summary: the internet had given you your best friend but life had taken him away from you until one day he messages you again and you're surprised to find out who he really is ・❥・word count: 4.8k ・❥・warnings: 18+. mdni. virgin!reader, virgin!seunghyun, loss of virginity, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v. swearing. they're both 21+, thank u. ・❥・authors note: this would've been up yesterday but i was having an awful day with sinuses issues so here we go. its also the longest thing ive ever wrote. i will be hiding now goodbye.

When MySpace first hit the scene it was all anyone could talk about. Conversations often involved who were in people’s top eight friends, what song lyrics to use in their profiles — it was the first of its kind on the internet. Everyone in school had one which is how you had ended up with one. At first you had been rather reluctant; the internet seemed like a scary place and putting all your information on there seemed risky but you soon came around. If everyone else was doing it then why shouldn’t you? There had been no expectations when you had finally made your profile. The first few days you had spent making your page pretty, figuring out HTML so you could code it to look better than the rest. It wasn’t until one day a message popped up from a boy you didn’t know when the social media platform became part of your every day life for years to come.

Choi Seunghyun, that was his name.

He was a cute, chubby boy who was into rap. His profile said he was a rapper himself, or trying to be one anyway. His message was simple, sweet even as he complimented the song choice you had placed on your profile. No Diggity by Blackstreet. A classic. Seunghyun seemed to think so too.

That was the start of a beautiful friendship.

Every day, for two years, you talked daily for hours upon hours. Topics would range from music to films then slowly but surely into the deeper stuff. He’d tell you how he was struggling at school, you’d tell him about what was going on in your life — there wasn’t anything you didn’t share with each other. He even told you when he’d started dating this older girl. It had never sat right with you but he seemed so happy so you never said anything. Then, there was the day he told you they’d broken up. He had been so crushed but you? Well, you couldn’t help but feel elated.

Because, by then you’d realised you had a crush on him.

Conversations started to turn a little flirty. Nothing insane - you were still young after all but everytime he said something to you, you couldn’t stop the butterflies swarming in your stomach or how your cheeks would heat up. It was safe to say this boy you had never met was your first love. Neither had spoken it but you were sure he felt the same. He had to. The messages he sent you, the hours he spent talking to you; it had to mean something, right?

Then, it all stopped.

No more messages came from Seunghyun. It had shattered you — your very first heartbreak. At first you couldn’t help but blame yourself. Maybe you had driven him away, maybe he had got fed up. Realistically you knew something must have happened but self doubt was your biggest enemy. It got easier with time, you learned to let him go but you missed him. He had been your best friend, the one person that you could count on and now he was gone.

Life carried on. You studied hard, got yourself a part time job to help pay your college fees, even had a couple of relationships in the few years since Seunghyun had vanished but nothing ever stuck. They never had meaning because whether you realised it or not, you were always wondering about what could have been.

It was one exhausting day after a shift at work when you randomly decided to look at you MySpace. And, there it was. One new message. Your heart caught in your throat, heart pounding wildly as you moved the arrow to click on it.

CHOI SEUNGHYUN

Long time, no see. I know you might be mad at me and that is understandable. I never meant to vanish on you, I beat myself up over it everyday. I miss you and I’d love to explain, if you’ll let me. Would you care to meet up?

For a moment anger boiled up inside you. Did he really think he could show up out of the blue after all these years and think everything would be okay? You moved the mouse to hover over the delete button then really thought about it. This was someone that had meant everything to you, someone that had made your teenage years more bearable. Now you finally had the chance to meet him. So, taking a deep breath, you typed out your reply.

YOU

Mad might be a little bit of an understatement but I’m willing to hear you out. Give me a time and place and I’m there. 

It was a warm spring day in Seoul so you’d opted for a light jacket. The weather could be unpredictable so it was always better to be prepared. The sights around you were too beautiful to inflict anything but positivity on you. Seokchan Lake Park was one of your favourite places in the whole of Seoul especially now that it was Cherry Blossom season. The pink leaves swaying in the breeze, the ripples of the lake catching the corner of your eye — it was truly a stunning place to be. This time of year was your favourite. Spring had always been your favourite season because when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, it seemed to make everything more beautiful, serene even.

Your hands gripped the railing bordering the lake, eyes casting across the water. People were riding the moon boats, couples on dates or friends who wanted to escape the world together for a bit. Maybe one day you’d have someone to ride one with.

“Y/N?” A deep, soothing voice spoke your name causing you to turn around. Eyes scrunched in confusion, head tilted to the side as you looked at the handsome stranger in front of you. He seemed oddly familiar.

“Uh? Who’s asking?” You eyed him curiously. 

“Oh shit, wait. Sorry. I never told you that I lost all the weight,” he stumbled over his words, cheeks tinting a slight shade of red. “It’s me. Seunghyun.”

Your eyes narrowed as you took him in, examining every inch of him. Then it hit you. This was the guy from BigBang — the one who did the raps. You weren’t that big of a fan but you’d heard their music and seen their faces on the TV. Your brain began putting two and two together. You gasped loudly, eyes widening once you finally realised.

“Fucking TOP from BigBang are you ki-“ The rest of your sentence was muffled as Seunghyun placed his palm over your mouth to stop you from talking. His eyes darted around, checking to make sure nobody had heard your outburst. He wanted solely to spend this time with you, nobody else.

“Be quiet,” he hissed. “I’m trying to be incognito.”

He removed his hand from your mouth, pleading with his eyes that you’d be calm. You folded your arms over your chest, once again checking him over. He could sense the sceptism but he’d been prepared for this. “The Seunghyun I knew was a cute, chubby boy with the prettiest little dimples.”

He rolled his eyes. “I still have dimples.”

“If you really are my Seunghyun then tell me something only he and I would know.”

The way his heart skipped a beat when you said ‘my Seunghyun’ nearly made him stumble. He didn’t have to think, though. His head was so full of all the memories he had with you. “The day I first messaged you, you had No Diggity on your profile, we talked about how much we both loved the cherry blossoms and how one day we wanted to see them together.”

The moment the words left his mouth, you flung yourself at him, almost knocking him back with the force of it. Your arms wrapped around his neck, his encircling your waist. He had waited for this moment for so long, he wasn’t going to waste a second of it. He held you close, taking in the scent of your hair, the way your body felt against his. It was better than he could’ve ever dreamed of. He wondered if you could feel his heart pounding against his chest or the way his breath caught in his throat when you snuggled into his neck.

“You have so much explaining to do,” you giggled.

“I promise, I’ll tell you everything.”

Seunghyun more than kept his promise. He told you every single thing that had happened. How, when you had first met, he had been the chubby boy in his profile picture but then the trajectory of his life changed. What he hadn’t told you back then was that he had tried to sign with YG, getting turned down because of his weight so he spent months and months losing it to finally get signed. He told you about how his trainee days went, how after a hard day he loved messaging you because it made everything feel better. Then, he got to the part where he stopped talking to you. That had been because BigBang had finally debuted. He didn’t have the time (or more so YG had forbid them all from talking to anyone online). You could see the remorse in his eyes from keeping it all from you, the way you knew the guilt was eating him up. You had told him you understood now even if you had been furious at first. It was like a weight lifted off his shoulder. He felt lighter now. There were no more secrets. 

Apart from the unspoken feelings between you.

The day had been spent mostly talking, sitting under the cherry blossoms and catching up. It had been nice, not awkward at all. Something about Seunghyun put you at ease. The kindness in his eyes and the way he spoke to you were nothing short of breathtaking. It was almost unfair that it had taken you this long to meet. You were both adults now, though. You weren’t teenagers anymore.

Currently, you were leaning back against the railings of the lake, finishing the last remainders of the ice cream Seunghyun had kindly bought you.

“Since you told me everything you were hiding, I feel like I should tell you something,” you finished the last bite of the ice cream cone, wiping your hands on your jeans. Seunghyun raised a brow, his own ice cream devoured long ago. He had been leaning over the railings, watching people have their fun on the lake. Now, though, he turned so he could look at you.

“Hmm?” His head tilted to the side slightly, a cheeky grin on his face. “Been hiding your own secrets, I see.”

“Not much of a secret just… didn’t know how to say it,” you started. “I just don’t want to scare you off now that I’ve got you back but I feel like you should know.”

“Hand on my heart,” he placed his hand on his chest right where his heart lay just for dramatics. “…nothing you could say would scare me away.”

Silence fell between you for a few moments before you finally spoke in a soft, rushed tone. “I think… well, I know, you’re my first love.”

Seunghyun froze upon hearing your words. One of his hands gripping the railing as if he needed it to hold himself upright. Had he heard you right? Did you really just say he was your first love? Words failed him, his brain a messy pile of words, none of which he could grasp enough to form. He was like a deer caught in headlights with his wide eyes, the shock of your confession surging through his veins. Those were the last words he had ever expected you to say. The truth was that Seunghyun had always had feelings for you. There had always been hope that one day maybe you could’ve had something but then when BigBang took off, he let you go. Well, he tried to anyway. Now, seeing you standing in front of him, nervously fidgeting with the sleeve of your jacket as you awaited his reply, it brought back all those feelings. They had never gone away. Always there, simmering and waiting for the right moment to boil over.

Just as you were about to tell him to forget it, your heart pounding hard in your chest, Seunghyun moved. Before you knew what was happening, his lips were on yours. They were slow, almost hesitant at first until he felt you kissing him back. He smiled into the kiss, bringing one of his hands up to cup your cheek, the other wrapping around your waist to pull you close against him. His whole body felt like it was on fire, like he needed more of you. Usually he wouldn’t be the one to kiss so out in the open but he had his shot and he was sure as hell going to take it.

“Do you want to come back to my place? You can say no, it’s totally fine,” he breathed, thumb brushing over your cheekbone. 

“Yes,” you replied almost instantly, earning the widest smile from Seunghyun that showed off those dimples that you loved so much.

That was how you ended up at Seunghyun’s apartment, laying on top of him, his hand tangled in your hair, lips moving furiously together. The second you’d stepped foot through the door, neither of you had been able to keep your hands off each other.

Your tongues tangled together, a quiet moan from you swallowed by the kiss. You pulled away, sitting up and straddling his lap, hands resting on his chest.

“I… I’ve never done this before,” you admitted shyly. “I mean, I’ve done stuff but I’ve never… gone all the way but, god, I want you. So bad.”

Seunghyun blushed as his hands found your waist, sitting up slightly himself. “Me neither. I…I want to… with you. If you want to. It’s, uh, up to you but… I think I’ve always been waiting for you.”

“Me too,” you said softly, leaning back in to kiss him. “It’s always been you, Seunghyun.”

He flipped you around, gently laying you back on the mattress, his body on top of yours now. His lips were back on you, kissing you like his life depended on it. Your fingers threaded through his hair, causing him to groan into the kiss. He couldn’t help when his hips involuntarily bucked into yours, the delicious friction causing you both to moan. 

“Do that again,” you mumbled against his lips.

Happy to oblige, he did it again, hips grinding against yours. You could feel his hard on, pushing against your clothed core. It was nice but it wasn’t enough so you moved your hips in time with his. By now one of Seunghyun’s hands had slid under your shirt, his fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps on your skin in their wake. He broke the kiss for a moment, looking at you with the softest eyes as he asked his question. “Can I take this off?”

“Yes,” you nodded, chest rising and falling in anticipation.

He slowly peeled your shirt off, taking a moment to look at you as you lay there, top half bare minus your bra. He inhaled deeply, trying to keep himself under control. “You’re so beautiful.”

It was impossible to fight the blush creeping up your neck. “Thank you but I think you’re talking about yourself.”

“No,” his lips had found your neck, trailing kisses along your collarbone then the side of your neck. He nipped at your skin, his tongue running across his mark to soothe it. If he was doing this, he was leaving you a reminder… and maybe he wanted everyone else to know that he was the first one to have you. That thought alone filled him with a possessive pride. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. A fuckin’ dream.”

It was your turn to undress him now, tugging at his shirt. Seunghyun took the hint, removing himself from your neck momentarily to pull it off over his head, discarding it somewhere on the floor. He leaned back down again, his fingers dancing along your side until his hand cupped your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple through the fabric of your bra. You bit your lip at the sensation, Seunghyun reaching behind your back to try and unclasp it. Unfortunately, he wasn’t as smooth as he’d like to be, fumbling with it and failing to unclasp it.

“…is this some torture device or something? What the hell?” He huffed which only caused you to giggle. You sat up, reaching behind your back to take it off yourself. It joined the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor. There was a moment where you almost covered yourself up but seeing how Seunghyun was looking at you — like you were the sun, stars and moon — it gave you the confidence you needed. He felt his cock twitch in his pants, nearly nutting right then and there. He really needed to get a hold of himself if he was ready to cum at seeing your tits. “Holy shit.”

His lips found yours, hungrily moving against them, tongue instantly passing your lips to find yours. His hand cupped your breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. You arched into his touch, spurring him on, giving him the courage he needed to keep going. The pad of his thumb brushed your nipple again, feeling it pebble under his touch. He tore his lips from you, kissing down the valley between your breasts before his lips found your other nipple. His tongue swirled around it, lavishing it with attention while his hand made work of your other one. The sensation was incredible, you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with each touch. Embarrassingly wet at this point. He ground his hips back into yours, harder this time. He was so hard, so painfully hard but he wanted to take his time. He wanted this to be a memory both of you could look back on fondly. Your first time had to be special, he would make sure of that even if he was a nervous wreck inside.

“Seunghyun,” you sighed. His lips left your breast, trailing wet kisses down your stomach until he reached the waistband of your jeans. He looked up at you, silently asking you for permission. It took one nod of your head before he was tugging them off. HIs eyes instantly caught the damp patch on your panties, groaning to himself. The fact he had done this to you, that he was the one to make you so riled up? It was an incredible feeling. He lightly pressed his fingers against your core, rubbing in slow circles over your panties.

“Does that feel good?” He asked nervously. All he wanted was to make you feel good, to give you the pleasure you deserved.

“Mhm. I….” You started but cut off, too embarrassed to say what you wanted to.

“No, go on, baby. Tell me.”

“…I want you to touch me properly, please?”

Seunghyun hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties, pulling them off. Now you were completely naked in front of him. He was sure this was a dream. There was no way you were lying here, hair fanned out on the pillow, looking at him with desire in your eyes, bare for him and only him. He parted your legs, his hand trailing up to where you needed him. A long finger slid between your folds, your slick coating it. You were so wet. He kept doing that, sliding his fingers along your pussy before he found your clit. You gasped out when he began to rub slow, soft circles against it. Hearing your breathy moans, the way your hips were moving against his hand; it spurred him on. He added more pressure, sliding his index finger down, teasing your entrance. It was slowly that he slid his finger inside you, eyes instantly flicking up to your face to check your reaction. 

Your bottom lip was tugged between your teeth, fingers gripping the bed sheets beneath you. It was truly a sight to behold. He began to pump his finger; the fact you were so wet made it easier for him to pump his finger in and out. “You’re so wet.”

He added another finger, keeping it gentle. He curled his fingers, to which you rewarded him with a loud moan of his name. He couldn’t help himself but seeing your writhing under his touch, the way your eyes were squeezed shut, hips chasing his movements? He needed to taste you. If he was being honest, he’d only ever eaten a girl out once but for you, he’d try his damndest to make it the best experience of your life.

He kept his fingers moving inside you, picking up the pace a little. His head now between your thighs, kissing along your soft skin before finally, finally, he darted his tongue out to taste you. He had to pause immediately, feeling himself almost nutting once again. Yeah, he was definitely a virgin. Couldn’t keep it together at all. Once he got a hold of himself, his tongue went back to work, swirling around your clit. The moan you let out was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.

“Fuck, Seunghyun!” You gasped, fingers flew to his dark hair. “I.. oh…that… that feels so good.”

You held his head against you, bucking into his mouth as his lips attached to your sensitive bud, sucking it. And, that was it. The way his fingers were pumping into you paired with his mouth working its magic, it was too much. Too overwhelming. The pressure had built to a crescendo. 

“O-Oh, I-fuck…” you cried out, fingers tugging at his hair as you came. Your body tensed up, your release flooding his mouth. He lapped it up like a man starved, his cock aching painfully knowing he’d just made you cum. He slowed his fingers down, helping you through your release. When he felt your body relax, his lips trailed back up your body, pulling his fingers from you. He found your lips again, kissing you slowly.

“Back with me?” He asked softly, brushing your hair from your forehead.

“Yeah.”

“That was so fucking hot. I can’t believe I just made you come like that.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before. Let me return the favour.”

Your hand slid between your bodies, dipping into his jeans to palm him through his boxers. He thrust into your hand automatically. He was certain he’d never been this hard in his life. It was too much. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to handle it if you kept touching him. That would have to be saved for another time. As you began to rub his cock through his boxers, his fingers wrapped around your wrist to stop you. You frowned. “Did I do something wrong?”

He cupped your face, shaking his head. “Not at all, baby. I just…. if you keep touching me like that, I’m gonna come and I…” His face turned a deep shade of scarlet. “I… I want to come inside you.”

“Oh,” you understood immediately. “Do you… have any condoms?”

He sighed heavily. “No.”

“I’m on the pill so we should be okay.”

Seunghyun nodded. He stood up for a minute, shedding himself of his jeans and boxers. You hadnleaned up on your elbows to watch, the throbbing between your legs ever present as you watched him undress. Seeing his cock, the way it sprang out made you lick your lips. Yeah, you definitely needed that in your mouth one day soon. You hadn’t missed how hard he was, the precum leaking from his tip.

Seunghyun crawled back on top of you, his heart now pounding in his chest. Nerves were setting in. You were really about to do this. He was about to lose his virginity to the girl he’d always dreamed about. It didn’t feel real. So many things had gone wrong in his life but this? This was right. 

You cupped his cheek, the nerves in his eyes reflecting back in yours. It was scary but you trusted him. Seunghyun would take care of you, that was something you knew for sure. He rocked his hips against you, his cock sliding through your drenched folds. A whimper escaped your kiss swollen lips. By now, it was the point of no return but you had to ask anyway, had to be certain. “Are you sure?”

“Never been more sure in my life. Are you?” He kissed the palm of your hand.

“I…I’m nervous but I want this. I want you.”

“And I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I promise I’ll be so gentle and… if it hurts or you need me to stop then I will instantly, okay?”

You nodded. Seunghyun took one of your hands in his, lacing your fingers together. His other hand had taken his cock, running it along your folds on more time to coat himself in your slick before positioning at your entrance. “I’m gonna start now.”

He very, very slowly pushed the head of his cock into your soaking entrance. He groaned at the sensation, your pussy warm as it enveloped his length, trying to accommodate him. He pushed in a little further but immediately stopped when he heard the sharp gasp tearing from your lips. Eyes wide, he looked up in a panic. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Just… stings. Give me a minute.” He did, he waited patiently even if it was the hardest thing he’d ever done. His lips covered your face in sweet kisses, his free hand running up and down your side to soothe you. When you opened your eyes, you nodded, a fierce determination in them. “Keep going.”

He pushed in even more. Little by little he kept it up, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. The way you were squeezing his hand made his heart clench. He knew it would hurt for a little moment for you, but he hated the thought of it. Finally, he was all the way inside. Stilling completely.

“Holy shit. You feel so good,” he breathed, his deep voice full of barely constrained desire. “So tight. I… I’m not going to last long, baby. Tell me when I can move.”

It was a foreign feeling, strange but not in a bad way. It was overwhelming, the feeling of being so full as your body tried to accommodate the new intrusion. The initial sting had started to fade now. The hard part was over with. Your eyes met Seunghyun’s and you could see how much he was holding back but he hadn’t complained one bit. His eyes shone with nothing but love and patience for you. “You can move. Please.”

He inhaled a breath, pulling out only halfway before gently pushing back in. He set a slow rhythm, it was clunky and awkward but neither of you cared. He buried his head in the crook of your neck as he thrust into you. The more he did, the better it felt. You could feel how good it felt, needing more of it. So, feeling brave, you wrapped one leg around his waist which pulled him in deeper. He moved a little harder, spurred on by your moans in his ear. His head lifted, hand squeezing yours, his forehead resting against yours. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

That was all it took for Seunghyun to lose it. A deep groan fell from his lips as he rutted into you. He thrust in to the hilt, the tip of his cock hitting that special spot inside you which triggered another orgasm from you. The feeling of your tight walls clamping around him like a vice was it. He groaned loudly, your name on his lips as he emptied himself inside you. It was a beautiful sight. His hair stuck to his forehead, damp from sweat, his face contorted in pleasure. It was something you would never forget. He collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight.

He nuzzled his head into your neck as you ran your fingers through his hair, both of you panting to get your breaths back. 

Silence enveloped you. Both of you basking in what you’d just shared together. Eventually, Seunghyun pulled his head back up. “I meant it, you know? I love you. I didn’t get to say it earlier but you’re my first love, too.”

The intimate moment you’d just shared, giving yourselves to each other paired with his beautiful words brought tears to your eyes. “I love you, too. I’ve always loved you and I’m always going to.”

No matter what happened now, you knew that as long as you had each other, things would be okay.

He was yours and you were his. In every way possible.

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૮ • ﻌ - ა Boyfriend(s) ~ Bakugo x Male Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Plot: Fic inspired by 'Boyfriend' - Ariana Grande

Note: Both you and Bakugo are in the same class at UA - aged up to be in your 20's

Warnings: m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI Mostly sfw with reference to nsfw

'Cause I know we be so complicated, But we be so smitten, it's crazy...

It was obvious to everyone that the two of you were literally wrapped around each other's pinky fingers, but no one understood why you two wouldn't just get together already!

Katsuki was very evidently nicer to you than to others, holding himself back from insulting you and preferring to tease you instead. He'd also clearly go out of his way to ensure that the two of you 'randomly' ended up spending time together; whether that be by making sure you two were partnered up for training or by hanging out in a room you like to spend time in

He really likes you. Katsuki can't put a finger on why, maybe it's the way you manage to keep up with him in training or the way that you hold his face so softly to look up at you as you clean his face with a damp cloth after he gets roughed-up; either way, the man lives to be near to you

On the other hand, you were also clearly infatuated with the blonde, 'sneaking' looks at him whenever you could and always rambling about your aggressive classmate to your friends

The clear infatuation with each other didn't entirely make your relationship perfect though, as Katsuki's way of dealing with his emotions is anything but healthy; which has resulted in plenty of little fights between the two of you, but none that weren't fixed with a little hate-sex

Your relationship with the man is complicated to say the least, but fuck you two can't deny that even just being in each other's presence doesn't up your heart rates

You ain't my boyfriend, And I ain't your boyfriend...

What people didn't know though, was that you and Katsuki were already acting on those obvious feelings - just not all the way!

As already mentioned the two of you go crazy in the sheets after an argument, but also just after spending more than half an hour together (usually because your touches on Bakugo result in him popping a boner)

But it doesn't go any further than that.

Sure, you and the blonde would spend entire nights - staying up past Katsuki's strict sleep schedule - just to make out in each other's arms, or fuck feverishly as you mark each other and kiss; but that was as far as your relationship really went

The muscular man hadn't sorted through his feelings enough to ask you out, and you were too scared to in case you and the explosive man were nothing more than sex for each other

But the two of you were happy for now, sleeping with your limbs intertwined, sharing passionate kisses and spending time together whenever you could really

all that was missing was the label of 'boyfriends', and you could live with that

But god damn did Katsuki catch himself fantasising a little too much about taking you out on dates, PDA with you, or even marrying you! He was absolutely smitten, you were the first thing he'd think about after waking up and the last thing he thought about as he went to sleep

And even though you two weren't dating, you could still feel the blonde try

Random gifts turning up on your desk with vaguely familiar handwriting, his muscular arm just a little tighter around your waist as he spoons you to sleep, and hand-holding when he was absolutely sure no one was watching

But you don't want me to see nobody else, And I don't want you to see nobody

Now, while the two of you were missing the label, that doesn't mean that Katsuki didn't treat your relationship as exclusive... Which, knowing the blonde's temper, has led to plenty of jealousy issues and ugly scenarios

It really didn't help that you were one of the most good-looking guys at UA; you had the eyes of many guys and girls from all years on you!

Anytime the blonde would see someone try to chat you up or even confess to you, he would light up - literally, the man would start to sweat and his palms would start to combust

But figuratively, Katsuki would explode in anger; which would either lead to some really great angry sex, or the man would storm up to the person you're talking to, which never ended well...

The man has been lectured by so many teachers for starting quirk fights in the middle of the day just for seeing a guy talk to you - his argument saying that he could 'see them undress you in their mind'

But when Katsuki feels less challenged by whoever is hitting on you (which is usually either a girl or Deku), he will just interrupt with an arm slung 'round your shoulder and an evil lookin' smirk on his sexy face

What makes up for the muscular blonde's jealous outbursts is how he talks to you after; getting you up against a wall or below him on the bed, your cheek in his rough palm as Katsuki either looks down at you or kisses your neck whilst mumbling about how 'your his' and how 'they don't deserve you' - damn it he was so sexy like this!

Oh and just because Katsuki gets jealous that doesn't mean that you don't too!

Anytime you'd see a girl hit on the hero you would sour in your mood; resulting in Katsuki having to pry out why you were mad at him, which ends up giving the blonde an ego boost when he hears you got jealous

Or sometimes you do intervene, sliding an arm around the man's slutty, muscular waist and interrupting whoever was talking with a 'Katsuuu... I'm bored, wanna go back to my room?' - that usually shuts up whoever was talking to him

You're also quite fond of marking your attractive classmate, leaving hickeys on his neck, lovebites on his huge shoulders and plenty of scratch marks down his muscular back

And that goes for Bakugo too, the man gets so turned on when he sees the pretty purple marks which litter your neck and body - his possessive side getting stroked so nicely

Even though you ain't mine, I promise the way we fight make me honestly feel like we just in love

Back to your kinda common fights with the man, they're usually triggered by one of two things: Katsuki being a dick, or you not giving him enough attention (Katsuki being a dick)

If you catch the blonde giving anyone a hard time (especially Deku) you will tell him to shut up and then go OFF on him once the two of you are alone

This always ends up in a shouting match between you two, Katsuki's argument usually being 'Oh so you give a shit about them??' and your counterargument being 'Yes I have basic empathy'

These arguments almost always end up in make-up sex after Katsuki crawls back to you with an apology - and you have seen improvements in his behaviour! Less snide comments to others and more playful banter, almost as if Bakugo cares about your opinions and views

It's hard to distinguish those fights from the other kind - as both usually result from Bakugo being a dick

But, if Katsuki is being a dick to you, that's when you know that he's upset at you for not 'being with him enough'

The blonde wants to seem anything BUT clingy, but in reality, if he could morph his body into yours to constantly feel you, he would.

If you haven't flashed the muscular man a smile within the first five minutes of seeing him, or if you haven't bushed the back of your hand against his that day, or you haven't looked away and giggled when his eyes catch yours - Katsuki takes that as you loosing interest in him, which he doesn't take lightly

In turn, the blonde will start to throw insults he saves for others your way instead! Or he'd choose to ignore you (which would fail horrendously as Katsuki can't keep his damn eyes off of you)

Either way, it would end in a small argument between the two of you, where the blonde would absolutely refuse to admit that he felt you weren't giving him enough attention

Steamy make-outs and sex always followed though, after you assure the insecure man that you were thinking about him and always want to be near him

Sure doesn't sound like two guys who "AREN'T DATING" if you ask me!

[elvensorceress]

home is you

buddie | omegaverse | 35K so far | rated: Mature | ao3

for @chismosoeddie

“She suspects it’s a bond rupture.”

Buck blinks at him and looks confused. “But you’re not bonded. Shannon wasn’t even old enough before she— you know.”

“Not Shannon,” Eddie says. His stomach roils with nausea and his whole body aches. How does he say this? It’s so dumb. They should just have the infusions. Eddie moved away. They won’t be able to be in the same city anymore. He shouldn’t have even said anything. What is the point?

But— Buck. How can he lose Buck? He already had to move and leave him behind. How could Eddie possibly take those awful chemicals to dissolve and erase everything he has left?

He finds the letters on his arm with his fingers. B.U.C.K.L.E.Y. Then goes back to the beginning and absentmindedly feels the silken thread in the familiar shapes on the sweatshirt all over again.

Buck looks like he’s thinking but coming up with nothing. “Who then?”

“It’s probably— I mean. I don’t know for sure. But. If you think about it. Out of anyone it would be. Possibly? I’m guessing—” God, he just needs to say it. He can say it. It’s not a big deal. They didn’t plan on this. And they’ll deal with it like they do everything else. “It’s you. I think. You and me. Maybe. That was my thought.”

Buck turns bright red and hides his face by rubbing his hand over it and scratching the back of his neck. “H-how? How would that even— we’re not— you’re not interested in— We’ve never had— we’ve never, you know. Had— or made— or done—? Wi-with each other. How would we randomly be bonded? We can’t be bonded. I am not pining after anyone. Everyone thinks I am, but I’m not. Wouldn’t I know if I were b-bonded? Wouldn’t we both know?”

Eddie almost laughs. Does he really know anything at this point? “You don’t have to have sex to bond.” Sex is just going through the motions. At least in Eddie’s experience. But no one cares if an omega enjoys it. It’s not for an omega. An omega is there to service their partner. “It’s time and care and intimacy that do it. And usually intention.”

“Okay, but. Isn’t it like getting married? Aren’t there whole ceremonies and sex things or whatever other intimate rituals that have to take place?”

Obviously Buck hates the idea. Obviously he’s disturbed by it. “I don’t know, Buck. I just thought. Out of anyone. The most likely thing. Was you. Considering we’re—” Fuck. Maybe that was wishful thinking. Maybe Eddie was too quick to assume.

What the hell does that say about him?

~~~

Eddie moves to Texas and finds himself growing sick and unable to make himself and Chris a home. He and Buck are aching without each other and have to choose to either become mates or permanently sever their unintentional bond since they're now hundreds of miles apart living separate lives.

(read on ao3)

[taskforce420]

leaked. simon 'ghost' riley

it was obvious something had happened, the way people stared at you as you walked past them, they watched as your hips moved, and chest bounced. however- you couldn't understand why everyone had taken some kind of liking to your figure randomly. there was no need for them to, you wore the same kind of clothes everyday around the base.

it wasn't until your captain jogged over to you and pulled you into his office, along with your fellow team mates, that you finally realised something bad had happened. it was obvious that your captain, price, felt a little uncomfortable in explaining the situation. he stumbled over his words a little, he cleared his throat far to much and for gods sake- why does he keep pacing?!

"for christ sake cap, what's goin' on?" you finally spoke up, looking at him and everyone else in the room with a frown. price, and the others looked down as you spoke, apart from one. ghost.

"the fella you, stupidly, got yourself associated with- has leaked somethin' of yours" ghost spoke with his awfully dull tone. you could have sworn you felt you heart and soul leave your body, my eyes stayed glued to his.

"what.." you finally muttered out, in complete and utter disbelief. the man you once trusted with those kind of photos had completely disregarded your wishes of deleting those images you had sent him a while ago.

"he hasn't sent them to anyone, but he's been showing them to people." ghost continued on, crossing his arms across his chest and looking down at you. he was...disappointed in you, thought you were better then to send those kind of photos to someone; but we all know he didn't understand why you did what you did, he doesn't understand why anyone does it to be honest.

you were stunned, how the hell were you supposed to get out of this? sure you could talk to that foolish man you once liked, but that probably wouldn't end very well, you couldn't delete it off his phone..

"what am i supposed to do?" you finally spoke up, your voice a little shaky and desperate. it was embarrassing to admit but you sent those photos because he asked you to and you thought, you liked him; but little did you know you was using him as a distraction. trying to keep you feelings hidden for someone else.

it sounds bad, but he was using you just as much as you were using him. he only cared about one thing, nudes, and he was willing to do whatever he could to get them off you and if that meant filling your head with sweet nothings then that's exactly what he'd do.

price looked up as you spoke, he heard the pain in your voice and god it was horrible. he knew about the issues of men leaking photos around the base, it happened more often then he'd like to admit, but seeing you in this mess; a sweet, caring lady with the desire to do good and treat those around her with nothing but respect, pissed him off.

it pissed everyone off, soap, gaz, but one in particular was ghost.

you couldn't tell, but his eyes were squinted, his teeth clenched, his breathing heavy, and his hand squeezing his own bicep out of anger. sure, it was annoyed at you, but he was far more angry at the man who threw your trust out of the window and purposefully showed you off. how could he?!

"i'll talk to em'" ghost finally spoke up, you and the others looked at him, dumbfounded.

"si, you don't have to do that. i-i'll handle it on my own, after all its m-" he cut you off, you were right. it was your own fault, but he knew how you felt and he was not about to let you deal with it on your own.

"don't be daft, i'll sort it" and he was gone. straight out the door of caps office. the door slammed behind him and you bit your cheek nervously.

"well, thats tha' sorted" soap said, and god was he right.

it was only the next day, and people stopped staring. their eyes no longer followed you or your chest as you walked, no, instead they stared at the ground or simply refused to look your way. it was hard not to smile to yourself. oh, simon. the man you are.

it was now even more harder to mask your feelings for him, he helped you, without a second thought.

where you walked into his office to ask him about it, he immediately looked up at you, his hands stopped typing away at the computer. you let out a small hi, as you closed the door to his office and made your way to the desk.

he replied with a small nod of his head and a quick, you okay?. "im okay, thank you for talking to him" tilting your head a little with a small smile.

he took notice of you small gesture and smirked under his mask, so pretty.. he leaned back into the chair. "'course love".

[junkissed]

goodnight n go (teaser)

member — fwb!vernon x reader genre — smut, angst, non-idol au teaser word count — 1.7k full fic word count — 10.2k synopsis — you keep coming back for more, but every night ends the same. maybe this time things will be different. warnings — mentions of alcohol, drunk sex, car sex, guitarist!vernon, rock band!hhu, no physical descriptions of reader, vernon is afraid of commitment. this is a teaser and the final fic will have a happy ending !! notes — before you ask, yes this is based on the ariana song lol but also inspired by black eye because it's been stuck in my head the past few days. as always, thanks to @onlymingyus for reading over this for me <3 i'm still on hiatus and requests are closed but i randomly had inspiration to write something for vernon so i hope you enjoy! i am planning on writing more for this story, but i'm back at uni and my time is already quite limited, so i'll try to write more when i can! reblogs, comments, and asks are super appreciated, it means a lot and helps me keep writing so please lmk if you liked it :)

“hey, you wanna get drinks tonight?”

as usual, that’s how it starts.

you probably should have said no. you’d played this game before. you knew exactly what hansol meant when he offered to hang out after band practice, because it was never just “hanging out”.

you don’t even know why you still go to practices anymore. for a long time you’d avoided them; it wasn’t really your style, and you were never interested in being a groupie for their local gigs. your roommate seungcheol always invited you to every practice, and every time you declined with the excuse of homework or other plans, but cheol finally convinced you to come just one time.

at first, it had been because he wanted you to hear a new song they were working on and he’d wanted to know how you liked it before they played it at an upcoming show. but then he’d introduced you to the rest of his bandmates, and after that there was no going back.

you couldn’t help the way your eyes always gravitated towards hansol, who insisted that you call him his real name instead of his stage name that everyone else called him. from the very first practice, you were captivated by him: the way his long fingers seem to dance along the neck of his guitar so effortlessly, the way his voice rasps when he sings, the way your breath catches in your throat when he grips the microphone stand and rolls his head back, lips parted in ecstasy.

he’s addictive, and it’s exactly the reason why you find yourself in the backseat of his car over and over again.

every time, it was easy to pretend that things would be different. you’d walk into the bar together and sit at the table in the back, order a few drinks, chat for a while about nothing. did you like the new stuff we played tonight? yeah, i know cheol is really excited to perform it saturday. you been doing any writing lately? mmm, a little. i’ve been feeling inspired. we could go back to my place and i could show you. except he never does.

hansol wasn’t a bad guy. he always paid for your drinks no matter how many times you offered to pick up the tab, he was polite, he listened to what you had to say. he just didn’t want more than that, and that’s where it all fell apart. you’d screw around for a while, then you’d part ways and wouldn’t speak to each other until next week. you never went to see them play shows, he never texted, you never called, never went on a real date besides meeting in the same bar down the street every thursday night after practice.

he seemed fine with that. you weren’t. and yet every time, you ended up back in his arms.

he groans into your mouth, pushing his hips into you and pinning you harder against the faded leather seats of his old honda. his lips are sloppy but eager, messily pressing his mouth into yours as his fingers tangle in the hair at the base of your neck. you can taste the beer and smoke on his breath, but for some reason it doesn’t bother you. maybe you’re used to it, or maybe it’s just because it’s him. you don’t want to know which reason is the truth.

he kisses you until you’re dizzy, and you can’t tell if it’s from the alcohol or from the thrill of kissing him once again. it’s a high you’re convinced you’ll never get tired of, although you’re not quite sure yet if it’s one that he will.

hansol always lets you set the pace, but tonight he can’t seem to keep his hands to himself. both of your shirts met the floor of his car what seems like hours ago, leaving you in just your pants as he makes out with you as if it’s the first and last time he’ll get that chance. his fingers breeze over your waist the same way they breeze over his guitar strings when he plays: careful yet greedy, each touch intentional yet impulsive as he grips your waist.

he drags his fingers higher and it sends a shiver down your spine, arching your hips up against him and rolling your head back against the seat’s headrest. if there’s only one upside to this relationship, it’s that he’s good at this. really good. if he weren’t, then you wouldn’t have spent so many nights letting him fuck you in the parking lot of your shitty local bar. it does something for your confidence knowing that he must feel the same about you, or else he wouldn’t keep inviting you out. at the very least, this arrangement is mutual, even if you wish it wasn’t.

his hips rock against your crotch again, and even through both of your clothes you can feel how hard he is. your mind is clouded, everything’s a haze, and all you can think about is how badly you want him. the warmth of his skin, the gentle scratch of his nails on the back of your neck, his long eyelashes that flutter against your cheek as he kisses you.

you feel your hands slide haphazardly down his bare chest, fumbling over his hips as you tug on the waistband of his jeans. none of it feels graceful, not like the way he handles his music. it’s sloppy, desperate, clumsy, and it’s everything you need right now.

he manages to lean back from you enough to undo his pants and push them down to his knees, but his mouth is back on yours in an instant. somehow you end up on your back across the seats, gazing up at him with slack lips as his thin silver chain dangles over your face. you might not remember a lot of what happens on these nights when you’re with him, but you’ll always remember this moment. him hovering above you with heavily lidded eyes, biting his lip and cursing as he pushes into you, is etched into your mind in a way you simultaneously love and hate. love because it feels so good, hate because it never lasts.

the rest of those nights never stands out in your memory. you remember feeling good, you remember trembling in his arms and gasping and moaning and crying in pleasure, but the images are too fuzzy to make out. you don’t really need to reflect on them anyway; you know he’ll just bring you out next week and do it all over again.

hansol kisses you once more after you’re both finally spent, but the kisses afterwards are always different. more… hesitant, more uncertain. none of the passion and desperation that you’ve come to crave from him. not what you really want.

“i can drive you home,” he offers once he’s finished cleaning you up. for once you think he might genuinely mean it, but you can never be sure enough to take that chance. you want him to drive you home. god, you want him to so bad. to have him come over with you and stay the night, stay another night and another until your apartment isn’t just yours anymore, that’s what you’ve wanted all this time. and it’s what you’ll never have.

“i’ll call an uber,” you answer.

“i’ll wait with you, then.”

the silence that settles over his car is heavy as you climb back into the front passenger seat. you want to tell him to get in the uber with you, stay more than just a couple hours with you in the furthest back corner of the bar parking lot that’s too far to be illuminated by streetlights. you want to argue that he’s too drunk even to drive himself, that he needs to come home with you and sleep it off together in the comfort of your bed, but you know it’s not true and it won’t work. this is a conversation you’ve had many times before. every night you’ve spent with him blurs into the next, always the same. 

sometimes you want to laugh at how naive you are, for thinking he’d eventually come to his senses and realize there’s more to you than a good lay before a gig. sometimes you want to grab him and shake him by the shoulders and tell him to grow the fuck up, give him an ultimatum and make him tell you what he wants from you or else put an end to it all. sometimes you just want to cry, to mourn your wasted time when you’re fully aware it’s never going to lead to something more, no matter how badly you want it and how hard you try.

no matter how many times you get your hopes up, no matter how many times you pray and beg and plead with god and the universe and every other higher power to get him to realize this can’t keep going on the way it is forever, nothing ever changes. you’re never going to stop running to him when he calls, and he’s never going to stop calling.

finally another car pulls into the lot, and you manage to pull yourself out of his car. you hear your name behind you and you stumble, swaying on your feet as he rolls down his window.

maybe this time will be different.

he says his usual goodbyes and goodnights, flashing you a loose grin and a wave as his engine sputters to life, and he asks if you’re planning on coming to practice next week. 

and you find yourself nodding.

you’re left standing there, your head and your heart pounding, watching his headlights fade as he drives away, until you’ve stood there for so long that your ride starts honking and calling for you to get in the car so you can leave.

maybe next time will be different.

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[jjlotz]

Wicked Games

PB x reader

WC: 4.5k

CW: angst (i guess), cussing, smut (at the end), alcohol consumption

men dni, mdni

description: when you fall in love with paige bueckers, you try to downplay it. you know, to protect the casual situationship you two have going on. but when you can no longer deny your feelings, things get a bit chaotic.

authors note: hey guys… so this was mostly based on wicked games up until the end! and then i got carried away 😛 anyway this is lowkey lacking detail and dialogue but its ok. enjoy 🙏

the truth is, you could never say no to paige. 

you had met her when you ran into her at a bar. you were drunk, and randomly decided to go up to her since you had recognized the basketball player from your school. she took you home that night, gave you her number. how could you resist her? she was hot, and not to mention she was uconn’s golden girl.

after that night, the two of you got to know each other better. but not well enough to be considered “talking.” she told you she wanted to keep it casual. nothing too serious, seeing as to how she was a famous wbb player and she wasn’t quite ready for a relationship. you were fine with that. after all, you didn’t want anything serious either. 

but did it stay casual when you started falling in love?

you tried to ignore it, you really did. it all started when she would let you stay the night without hooking up. you would talk, eat, hang out, and do whatever else kept you two busy. you became friends. friends with benefits. slowly but surely, you found yourself growing closer to her. emotionally and physically. she didn’t notice. she thought it was truly casual. she was fine with you being with others, because it never made her jealous. after all, she didn’t have feelings for you. she just thought you were attractive, and she could benefit from keeping you close.

close, but not close enough to make anything serious. 

currently, you were next to her, awake. she was sleeping, breathing softly as the sun reflected off of her blonde hair. she was beautiful. you watched her silently before you slid out of the bed. you left the room quietly, avoiding waking her up as you walked to the kitchen. you made a glass of water, letting the cool liquid run down your throat to fully wake yourself up. this is how you began your average morning routine. things have been going like this with paige lately. you wake up early, shower, and you most likely make her food. then when she wakes up, you greet her before slipping out of her dorm. 

after that, you spent the day withering away, thinking about why you felt so empty. 

paige doesn’t know what you’ve been going through. 

you’ve stopped seeing everyone else. now, you only see paige. she doesn’t know this. she doesn’t even know that you have any type of feelings for her. as far as she’s concerned, you’re living your best life. your friends say you’re seeing other people, going to parties, and living free. she sees your instagram posts. you in those dresses, drinking and having fun. but those posts were only half true. 

you were drinking. not to have fun, but to drown out the feelings burrowed deep inside of you. you lied to your friends, and you lied to paige. you had to end this. you had to move on and get over her. all situationships end the same, and you should have known that this “casual” thing going with paige wouldn’t have been any different. so, you decided that from now on you would have to avoid her. you didn’t text her, and to your surprise, she didn’t text you. that made you feel better. you knew that if she ever did show up, you wouldn’t be able to resist her. so being alone was exactly what you needed. it felt nice knowing you didn’t have to wait by your phone assuming a text would come in. but you still missed her, and you silently wished she would reach out.

for the next few weeks, you cried, drank, and ignored paige. neither of you talked. she hadn’t texted you, and you hadn’t messaged her either. but it wasn’t the no contact that made you hurt worse. it was the small things that happened around campus. you would see her in the hallways, catching eyes with her for a brief second before she looked away and resumed her daily routines. you figured you meant nothing to her. and that made you think you were over dramatic with the way you were feeling. 

it didn’t seem reasonable. getting drunk over a dumb crush. but it wasn’t a dumb crush. you were in love. and drinking was how you solved most of your issues before they went away.

you lived mostly the same for the next few months. you tried to work on your schoolwork to distract yourself, even though it didn’t help. you have no idea how paige is doing. you don’t know her thoughts. god, you wish you did. but you don’t. and you’re forced to deal with it. 

paige figured you had gotten tired of her, and that was why you became distant. she was upset, of course. she thought you two were close, and she thought she could trust you. but after you disappeared, she decided to give up. it wasn’t worth chasing you if you didn’t want her. paige went on anyway. she saw her other flings. yet every single time, she had this nagging feeling in the back of her mind that none of them were you. that none of them could do it like you did. she ignored it, telling herself that it was just her getting over you. telling herself the feeling was just filling the space you had left in her life. you weren’t that important. it was just a casual friendship. 

if it was so casual, why does she feel like she can’t go without you? 

she can. she knows she can. but she wants to see you again. she wants you in the palm of her hand, for her to control. she hates not feeling in control, not feeling like she knows whats going to happen before it actually occurs. because that takes away her power. it takes away her ability to predict things.  you were becoming unpredictable. disappearing and ghosting her? it was unlike you, and she hated that. she decided that she needed things to go back to normal. no, she wasn’t ready for a relationship. but she wanted to feel stable. and you used to be the most stable thing in her life besides basketball. she commonly saw you and you two would hang out. for months this went on. she needed you back, even if you were tired of her and hated her. she knew you couldn’t resist her because you never have been able to. she was going to get you back.

luckily for her, it’s a small town.

you went to a local bar. mainly because you were invited, but also because it gave you a chance to focus on something other than paige and the stress of school. you were sitting at the bar, waiting for another shot as you talked and laughed with a few friends. for once, you felt good about yourself. you weren’t thinking about paige and the stress of your school work had now lightened. you were just having some light hearted fun, away from the outside world. however, the universe seemed to hate you. just when you were letting loose, you spotted a few uconn wbb players by the entrance. your smile slowly faded after you spotted a certain blonde.

this cannot be happening.

you looked away, deciding to just ignore her. even though you could feel her burning stare crawl up your spine. you kept talking with your friends, drinking more and more as the night went on. 

it wasn’t long before you ended up drunk. 

you stumbled around the bar, ending up outside as you sat on the steps. you needed a break from the chaos. but as soon as the door opened, you realized the chaos had followed you. the blonde walked slowly towards you before lowering herself on the steps next to you. she glanced at you, before looking up at the stars. she was also clearly tipsy. not as drunk as you were, but it still gave her more motive.

“so…” you heard her speak. she was trying to start up a conversation. why? you ghosted her. why would she want to keep talking to you? obviously she didn’t get the memo. 

“what do you want, paige? you didn’t say it rudely. it sounded as if you genuinely wanted to know why she approached you. and you did.

you heard her sigh, and then she glanced at you.

“i wanted to talk to you. you know, we haven’t done much talking in the past few months.”

you feel bad for ghosting her. but it was what you had to do. you couldn’t let go of your feelings for her. they ran deep. too deep. after all, why would you get blackout drunk often trying to drown out your thoughts if it was a small crush? no. it wasn’t just a crush. you were in love with her. and you knew you had to get away before she broke your heart.

“im sorry.” was all you could make out. you weren’t going to bring it up. however, if she asked, you figured you would just be honest. if it went badly you could just pass it by as drunken words. 

paige watched the parking lot, examining the few people littered around. 

“why? i mean its fine. you can do what you want. but at least tell me why.” she seemed genuine, like she was curious to know why you had disappeared. and it was reasonable. she deserved to know.

“because paige. i had to get away from you. you said you wanted things to be casual without feelings, so im doing you a favor by not complicating things.” 

it was almost like she put her guard up at your words. why was she getting defensive? it shouldn’t matter to her. 

her body tensed and her eyes flickered with a hint of anger.

“not complicating things? you complicated things by just disappearing. we were fine, and we would’ve been fine if you didn’t leave. god you just— you don’t make any sense.” she looked at you while she spoke. as always, when she’s trying to state her case, she speaks with her hands. she’s always done that. in basketball and in her day to day life.

“paige, i have feelings for you.” you muster up the courage to say it, and your drunken state causes it to slip out a bit unexpected. you can basically hear her freeze, and of course she didn’t respond. taking in her silence, you start to pour your feelings out. it’s been too long without an explanation. being drunk and emotionally confused is not a good mix. you start to talk again before she can even open her mouth.

“you’re so confusing! you know that right? this is all your fault. you look at me like you love me, and you hold me like im the only thing that matters to you. and then you just dump it all away, pretending like it meant nothing. maybe it didn’t mean anything to you paige. but it means everything to me. its your fault i fell in love. at least be happy im distancing myself. please, don’t make this any harder for me and just leave me alone.”

paige basically gawked at you. you didn’t look at her, afraid you might break if you did. she turned away, slowly standing up and walking back inside.

wow.

no. you told her to leave, you can’t be angry.

that’s what you told yourself. and yet you were still so pissed that she left. now you know how she really feels. although its obvious she doesn’t care about you, she’s really just scared of the truth. she’s complicated, and when things get too hard for her, she runs. thats why she likes stability and casual flings. 

she didn’t care about you, is what she told herself. but if she really didn’t, it wouldn’t hurt this bad. 

paige waddled back inside, baffled. part of her was glad you told her. and then another part of her felt broken. upset. why did it hurt so bad to leave you? its too late now, you want nothing to do with her. she respects you for telling her and distancing yourself mainly to protect her wishes. she should be happy, and yet she’s not. she’s undeniably discouraged. as the night went on, she couldn’t enjoy herself. she needed a distraction, so she went to the bar to find some pretty girl to start something up with. 

this is what paige did when she didn’t know what else to do. she found another girl. after all, she could have however many she wanted. she’s paige bueckers. 

despite how many women she’s spoken to over the past few months, she can’t help but compare them to you. none of them could beat you even if they gave all they could. she didn’t understand why you were so good. she didn’t understand why you knew exactly what to say, or why you always made her feel so loved and important.

but it makes sense now. you love her. of course you’d treat her like that. what’s even worse is that she retaliated against those actions with actions very similar. but she didn’t love you, right? no. she didn’t. she was just confused. she’s tipsy, and she needs to distract herself for a little bit to calm down. then she can really figure her shit out.

surprisingly, things weren’t so bad after that night. you were still getting over it, but at least you weren’t behind on school work or getting drunk almost every day. you were stable, and you felt like you might finally be able to heal. however, emotions were still raw.

every time you pass one of her teammates in the hallway, they looked at you almost with pity. like they know things about the situation that you don’t. but they never spoke up, so you just ignored it. you were in a good place. you didn’t want anything to mess up your progress, and you believed nothing would.

that was until you saw the name light your phone screen up. 

paige.

what does she want? you had settled things. at least for the most part. you considered not answering. but that little sliver of hope inside of you made you pick up the phone. to you, it was worth it. even if she ended up hurting you, the fact that there was hope made it worth the risk. 

you were sitting on the couch in your dorm, relaxing before you pulled the phone to you ear.

“paige?”

you heard her lightly breathing on the other side of the phone. she waited a second to talk. when she finally did, her voice was shaky. it almost sounded as if she had been crying. 

“i’m sorry. can we talk? we need to talk.”

you were worried. she sounded upset. and it had to be important if she came to you about it. 

“paige? talk to me. i’m literally on the phone with you.” you waited for her to keep speaking. there was a long pause before her words started flowing out.

“look, i should have never went back inside that night. i’m sorry. I’ve felt like shit recently. i’ve been playing like shit too. we lost our last game and it’s all because of me. all because i can’t stop fucking thinking about you. i know i didn’t say anything that night so i’m going to say it now. even if it changes things, and even if you’re mad at me. i think i have some feelings for you. i honestly don’t know. i try to act normal and act like you not being with me doesn’t bother me. but it does. it bothers me so much and i hate it. i can’t see another girl without thinking about you.” 

she took a breath, and just when you were about to speak she cut you off.

“i dont know why its so serious for me, its not like i’ve felt this way before. because i haven’t. nobody makes me feel the way i do when i’m with you. and i didn’t realize how much you meant to me until you were gone. it was all good until you left.” she paused, continuing—

“tell me it isn’t too late. tell me i can be with you.”

she stops talking finally, and you can feel your eyes burning. can you trust her? what the hell is going on.

this was so random. you haven’t spoken since that night at the bar, and now she just randomly decides to call you and confess? 

“paige.. are you serious? this is so odd. you’ve always said you wanted something casual and what-not. neither of us are ready for relationships and you know it. so why?” 

you hated to face the truth, but you knew what was going to end up happening.

“baby i know we aren’t ready. but we can still try, right? things will be rocky, but we’ll be with each other. please. i love you.” the pet name and those three words at the end make your chest tighten. tears slowly fall from your eyes, and you wipe them up. you don’t sniffle, you just stay silent. was it worth a try? could you guys really figure this out? you decided you wanted to see if she meant it.

“okay.” you say quietly over the phone. you were willing to try.

“okay? okay. yeah.” she speaks almost relieved. you were glad she came to you with this, even if it wasn’t in person. 

“so what now?” you ask, not really knowing what else to say.

“im on my way to your dorm.” she said, clearly moving around. she didn’t give you a chance to reply, she just hung up. you sat up quickly. if she’s really on her way then she should be here in like five minutes. 

or less, because just a bit later you already heard knocking on your door. you swallowed a gulp in your throat, before you stood and slowly walked to the door. you opened it, and paige stood there. wide eyed and panting, she looked at you.

“paige, what are you doing here.” you tried to sound firm but the words came out as weak anyway. you couldn’t help it. something about this entire situation made you vulnerable. it made her vulnerable. and emotions were raw. she stepped inside, closing the door behind her. then, she faced you and placed her hands on your cheeks.

“please.. i need you. im tired of acting like i don’t.”

with that, she pulled your face in. the first kiss was sweet, but it definitely felt like she was holding back. it was more like a trial peck to see what she could get away with. and then she packed on the next one. it was deep and hungry, her hands sinking into your hair while you gripped at her shirt. she groaned into your mouth, giving you an opening to slide your tongue in. your cheeks flushed as she tugged softly at your hair. it was almost like you two were fighting for dominance. but when she bit your bottom lip and then swiped her tongue over the dent, you knew you were in for it. she pulled away, a string of saliva attached to your lips while the two of you caught your breath. 

“paige. it’s too soon, we should give it a little bit so we can talk and calm down.” you spoke out of breath, silently hoping she would turn you down. even though the reasonable resolution would be to stop and talk.

“fuck, i can’t. i’ve missed you too much. we can talk later.” she sounded like she knew it was wrong. like she knew you should stop, and that you should talk to each other before indulging in something further.

but you know neither of you were going to stop. it was so sudden, and you had missed each other for so long that you just felt like you needed it.

she let go of your hair, grabbing your wrist and tugging you to your room. you’re lucky your roommate is out for the night. she closes the bedroom door behind you, immediately pulling her hoodie off along with her shirt. you bit your lip, seeing her in just a black sports bra and low hanging sweats. she moved towards you again, pushing you softly down onto the bed and having you back up to the headboard. she took her sweatpants off, following you and hovering above you. in a flash, she had maneuvered you to sit on top of her. you were whipped around, trying to balance yourself. you straddled her, your hands resting on her chest. her hands gripped your thighs hard as she watched how they formed underneath her hands. she silently admired you for just a moment before beginning to strip you.

you loved the way she looked at you. 

before, it felt meaningless. like it was just a look in her eyes.

but now, it made sense. you felt appreciated, and somewhat loved. exactly the way you made her feel. 

and you were eating it up.

she pushes your shirt up, licking her lips as you pull it off and throw it along with the rest of the clothes along the floor.

“i missed you…” she spoke quietly while panting. she slightly sat up so she could be closer to you. you rested your arms on her shoulders, leaning in close.

“i missed you too.” you spoke against her lips, before pressing another slow kiss on them. she tugged at your shorts through the kiss, and you moved around a bit to help her get them off. she ripped off your underwear with them, too lazy to take it off separately. when everything was gone and thrown around the room, you were left in your bra. she broke the kiss, her hands roaming around your body.

“fuck, you’re so pretty.” her hands reached around to your back, unclipping the bra and throwing it away. her hands immediately came up to grope your tits, squeezing and massaging them. her hands were large, completely covering them. your head threw back slightly. you let out a few whimpers, and her mouth came down to attach to the hardened peaks in the middle. you let out a soft moan, your nails digging into her shoulders. you brought your head up, connecting eyes with her. her eyes were glossy, and she looked needy.

god, you could stare at her for hours. you couldn’t say just how many times you’ve imagined her like this.

her right hand sunk down to your core, circling your clit slowly. you whined, your forehead now resting on her left shoulder.

“soaked for me, huh?” you nodded quickly, pressing quick kisses against her neck. you sucked, leaving marks solely to distract yourself. her left hand squeezed your ass, and you heard her let out a soft whine due to your mouth on her neck.

you felt her fingers sliding through your slit. gasping, you grind yourself onto her hands. 

you were tired of waiting. 

after all, you haven’t seen anybody else ever since you started avoiding paige. and touching yourself was never the same. nobody could do it like her anyway. you knew nobody could fuck you the way she did.

and paige felt the same way. every girl she saw, even the ones she actually had sex with; none of them were like you. she tried to resist it, but after a while, she couldn’t take it anymore. she had to have you. even if it would change your “friendship” completely. even if it would complicate things and confuse the both of you emotionally. she was willing to try for you. 

she sunk two fingers into your cunt, and you squeezed around her. you relaxed into her touch, moaning out her name. 

it’s been so long. maybe too long.

“baby you’re tight. nobody fucked you since me?” she spoke in a low tone, smirking like she knew exactly what she was doing to you. and she did.

you shook your head, blabbering your words out while she pumped into you.

“no… no paige. nobody does it like you.” you whined almost pathetically, biting your lip. moving your hips against her hand, you let out borderline pornographic moans when her fingers curled. she hit that spot inside of you easily, just like how she used to. 

she kept increasing her pace, and you brought your head up to rest your forehead against hers. you moaned and gasped right in front of her, making sure she heard every noise. making sure she heard the way she made you feel. 

your slick was basically dripping off of her hand at this point. and god, she loved it. every once in a while she would glance down just to watch her glistening fingers disappear between your legs over and over again. 

she began to allow the palm of her hand hit your clit, even rubbing small circles on it when she curled her fingers relentlessly. she kept going, not giving up despite the cramp that rose in her forearm. she was focused on your face twisted in pleasure, and her name that seemed to leave your mouth multiple times. 

eventually, the familiar but yet missed coil in your stomach began to form. she took her left hand and pressed on your lower stomach, causing you to let out a guttural moan. she knew when you were close. she could always tell.

“paige… fuck. gonna cum, please don’t stop” you whined and blabbered, shutting your eyes tightly while you chased your orgasm. your moans continuously got higher pitched as you neared the edge. she smirked, looking up at you as you shook against her hand.

“yeah? go on baby. wanna feel you on my fingers.” 

immediately at her words you found yourself releasing, clutching her wrist with one hand and digging marks into her shoulder with the other. you felt the pleasure rock you from your core and up your spine. you let out loud moans, her name slipping out in between as a gasp. she slowed her pace, but she didn’t stop until you were pulling yourself up off of her lap. 

her face was smug, and she was definitely proud of herself.

you plopped down next to her, your body clad with sweat and your thighs wet with your slick. she didn’t bother wiping off her fingers, instead she brought them up to her mouth and licked them right clean. 

after you slowly came down and came back to reality, all of the emotions came rushing in. 

you were confused, happy, horny, and yet still somehow upset. 

things were still fresh. she had just up and confessed her love, and here you were.

the two of you still had a lot of things to figure out. but for now, you let her clean you up and pamper you with make-up kisses.

[imliterallyf7ckin9crazy]

“𝕴’𝖑𝖑 𝕸𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞, 𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕾𝖊𝖊”

Nam gyu (player 124) x fem!reader x thanos (player 230).

Squid game season 2

Warnings: typical cannon violence, descriptions of blood and death, semi toxic lol, this duo doing their things, romantic tension but nothing is verbalized, drug mention ofc

A/N: so I’m brain rotted by these two but I see no poly stuff on here let alone in squid game😭 so here. If you’re uncomfortable with drugs don’t read, sorry :/ I’ll right something more gender neutral soon but I had a vision.

TLDR: post game two. Reader is already decent enough friends with nam gyu and thanos. They want to play another game but reader isn’t so sure and they both try to convince her to play. Sfw sorry gang. Kinda sad but whatever.

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You had never felt more overwhelmed in your whole danm life.

You had literal seconds left on the clock as you and your randomly selected teammates gripped tightly to each other and struggle to the finish line.

You couldn’t even hear the cheers of the crowd over your own screams of desperation and terror as you all walked as one. Right at the last minute you closed your eyes, running blindly to death. Ready to face the bullets. But then you felt the snap of the finish line across you and your teams united body. And you opened your eyes. The guard watching formed a big ‘O’ with their arms over their head

The crowd burst into cheers and congratulations. You made it with just 2 seconds on the clock. A unspeakable weight was ripped from your shoulders as you processed your teams victory. You only had time to form a small smile and to turn to congratulate your team before that two was ripped from you. Right before your eyes, the other team that started at the same time as yours was mowed down by an unstoppable line of bullets.

The crowd stopped cheering and watched helplessly as another batch of human beings were slaughtered for failing a stupid kids game. The smiles were wiped clean off your team as you were escorted back to the main holding room. Bottoms of your white shoes stained with the blood of countless people before your team.

You would have preferred to lay in your thin provided bed and force yourself to self. To delude yourself into thinking when you’ll wake up you’ll be home because this was all fake. To wake up at home and not splattered in old dry blood.

But of course, nothing can go as you want these days.

Instead you are greeted by fluorescent lighting and two absolute wackos barreling towards you. Players 124 and 230, seemingly unfazed if not satisfied. You nearly forgot about them between the fighting for your life against time situation.

Oddly enough their excessively jovial attitudes rightfully threw off pretty much everyone else in the games, it brings a sick sense of comfort. They make it seem like they were just kids in a summer camp competing for who gets top bunk. It makes you forget where the hell you were. Though deep down you knew there had to be something very wrong for them to take such joy in watching (and in 230s case causing) the death of their peers.

Which is why when 230, THE thanos, approached you after the first game you with 124 hanging right off his heels, you didn’t really resist. You figured ironically you’d be safest as friends of the danger than against it. And you knew they were dangerous. You saw 230 push people in red light, green light. You saw them popping pills while waiting in line for the marathon. But they were friendly to you and weirdly made you feel safe

“AYYYY! Señorita! You made it!!” 230 exclaimed with excitement, reaching you with his arms out. The quickly had you by the shoulders and shook you slightly “we were so worried about you!” He says. You raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘ok, sure’.

124 rounds from behind 230 to behind you so he can put his arm around your neck and hang there “no seriously we were” he looks at you with a smile “honest”

You sigh lightheartedly “okay okay whatever. Lemme sit down guys I’m tired” you say, pushing them off. Only nam gyu, player 124s actual name, didn’t fully let go. He kept his fingers playing with parts of your jacket as the duo led you to thanos’ bed, where they usually chill out. You sit in the middle of the bed and then they sit, one on either side of you.

“This game was worse than the first…” you start to say but then drift off. You met these two because you agreed that everyone should try another game, and backed them up. Obviously, they liked that. Only now you weren’t so sure anymore. You didn’t know if you can keep watching strangers be torn to shreds by the gunfire of dinky little fucks in pink uniforms. “We barely made it…”

Nam gyu places his hand again on your shoulder and gently rubs it. “Just means you’re fit enough to keep going.”He says with a sickeningly calm and comforting voice. Only slightly stuttery. Clearly still rolling off whatever thanos gave him. Your head turns to look at him “keep going? But I thought-“

“I know what you’re going to say” thanos cuts you off grabbing your hand tightly “we have to play again”

You assume you must have made quite the face because he just sighed and kept talking “look, I know. But we all know the money we will get now will do nothing to help us. We have to play again, you see beautiful?” Thanos said expectingly. You took a moment to think, really think if it was worth it. But it was like trying to think with little devils on your shoulders

“I know you need the money just as much as us. Are you gonna forfeit all of that money just to leave?” Nam gyu coaxes, grabbing your other hand and fidgeting with it. It was very hard to focus like this. But the way they were saying it didn’t sound like there was much room for debate.

“The next games will be worse than these. What good does the money do us if we die” you say, trying to pull your hands back to yourself. Only they both refused to release you, gripping your hand in theirs.

“We won’t die, sweetheart” thanos says nonchalantly, will all the certainty in the world. No doubt from whatever he’s on.

“Maybe you won’t but I totally could. I’m not as good at things like this as you two” you argue back. Thanos gives you almost a look of compassion, something you didn’t think he could muster.

Nam gyu lets your hand go and wrapped his arms around you, leaning his head on your shoulder. “We won’t let that happen then, yeah? We can make sure you live” 124 says smoothly

“You just have to vote ‘O’, yeah?” He says. Again. It didn’t sound like a request. You sigh again and give in, seeking any comfort you can get in a situation like this. You lean back a bit into nam gyus clingy grasp and give thanos a tired smile “alright. Just one more game?”

“Just oneee more” thanos says, forming a little heart with his hands and giving you a little wink. “Promise”

You just laugh a bit with them, choosing to put your trust into two broke druggies who took an odd liking to you.

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This is lowkey so ass but these idiots are my world rn. I’ll probably rewrite this later when I get a better handle on how I want to write these guys. I love my evil wives.

[ginger-wayne]

TB* pride HCs pt 2!! now with more voidwalker!

yelena:

-will be spam-posting pride memes and infographics all through june, and honestly the rest of the year as well.

-bishova real and true spotted both living in new york. lots of fans shipping them before it becomes social media official.

-lots of fans shipping ava and yelena as well, because they often jokingly flirt and play into it, but they’re just friends. (shoutout starrlight nation i see u tho)

alexei:

-love him, but he is in fact cishet. that’s okay though! he’s the biggest ally ever and will repost almost everything yelena does.

-starts calling himself “THE GUARDIAN OF LESBIANS” and then a bunch of other sexyalities get tagged on so his display name ends up being super long like “THE GUARDIAN OF LESBIANS AND NONBINARY AND BISEXUALS AND ASEXUALS AND TRANS MEN AND TRANS WOMEN AND GAYS AND EVERYBODY ELSE”

-gives a discount on limo services to queer/trans people

ava:

-grew up in a lab with not much exposure to romance but now identifies as bisexual and nonbinary, will use just about any pronoun you feel like calling her.

-super casual about it, just randomly mentions being interested in people other than men during an interview and surprises a lot of people.

-doesn’t post as much as yelena or alexei in general, but will repost a good infographic of go off about a bad political take if she sees one.

-leaves the thirstiest comments on her friends ig posts without blinking but when it comes to an actual crush, she tends to overcompensate by turning up the sass even more

bucky:

-has been gay since the 1940s. watched silently as the world changed around him, and was so grateful he gets to be free in a time where it’s legal.

-lost the only man he thought he’d ever love (fuck you endgame steve) but found someone else in the process. sambucky we love you.

-tries to pass pro-lgbtq legislation but he’s lowkey a flop congressman so it doesn’t always work. will still be a really strong advocate for rights on socials and in speeches, parades, etc

-relationship with sam isn’t exactly public, and the whole name thing puts a strain on them, but they’ll pull through. they always do.

now do a sad one! okay!

john:

-canonically grew up in the deep south in a town literally named after a confederate general. yeah he’s got some deep-seated issues to work through. being friends with lemar helped him become more open-minded growing up, especially after lemar came out and made john realize that not all gay people were exactly the same.

-but being with olivia since high school, he never had to confront the part of himself that wanted to go against the traditional life he was taught to value. after spending time with the TBs though? seeing them all so comfortable makes him think it might actually be time to embrace it.

-will repost some of yelena/ava/others content in support, but mostly stays quiet on social media. unfortunately still reads everything about himself while lurking.

-comes out as bi to bob very randomly and awkwardly one night. bob just kinda shrugs and goes “okay, cool” but he’s actually really flattered john chose him out of everyone to come out to first. john came out to bob first because he wants to kiss him.

-he denies having a crush to himself for so long, but every time bob smiles at him, his heart tightens. he becomes a weird combo of sassier than usual and also uncharacteristically complimentary towards bob. basically, it’s obvious, and everyone on the team knows it. they call them out for constantly flirting via play fighting and both go red.

bob:

-pansexual with a stronger preference for men, genderqueer. surprisingly confident about it given that he’s confident about literally nothing else. has taken so much abuse for it and everything else about him that he’s kind of immune to anything nasty anybody could say to him online. already worked through his insecurities about his sexuality and is just chilling. has the most dating experience out of all of them, somehow.

-he has social media, but he tries to stay off of it as much as possible. will post one thing randomly and then stay offline for another 2 months. all of his reposts are in support of the other TBs though, he loves his friends. very occasionally puts a really funny gay meme or reaction image on his story and the people beg for more of his humor.

-thinks he caught feelings for john first. he didn’t. by the time bob realizes their fights have turned into playful bickering and he’s the only one john buys chocolate chips for to put in his pancakes, his teammate has already fallen for him a long time ago. john is strong and blond and bob stares at him far too often.

-ends up being the one to admit his feelings first, somewhat accidentally and in a very bob way. he’s all panicked before john leans in and kisses him. after that, the two are rarely separated. it’s not the easiest relationship; they’ve both got a lot of baggage, but they care so much for the other person that they’re both willing to work through it together.

[ryusuisloveinterest]

Hii, it's 🚙anon. Thanks for the last headcanon!

And so with the new idea (will write more later)

The Five Wise Generals and their s/o who has bad hearing/is deaf. How would the guys treat them, interact, learn to communicate and what will be the reason they fall in love w/them? (Ukyo will be interesting)

Welcome back 🚙 anon!! I had such a fun time writing this so I hope you like it! Let me know if you’d like anything else!

5 wise generals with a deaf S/o💖🌷

Senku:

I feel like he would know basic sign language

Like hello, yes, no, etc.

He’s definitely down to learn

Will probably pick up everything in like one or two days

He’d also make you hearing aids if you want them (or whatever implant thing people get I don’t remember what it is)

If you start crying when you hear for the first time, he’ll smirk and place a hand on your back

“Heh, what wrong? Already tired of hearing all the noise?”

I don’t think he’d just sit down and teach you how pronounce things

He’d just throw you in random situations and sign to you on the side what people are saying 

If you don’t want hearing aids then he doesn’t mind occasionally being your interpreter, but there are some times he is too busy to help out

Wouldn’t treat you like your fragile, expects the same thing from you as he expects of everything else

He doesn’t really react when you first say I love you

Just smiles and nods

“Yknow I love you too”

Chrome:

“Soooo you don’t have the fuzzy eye sickness but you have the stuffy eye sickness????”

He’s really trying his best

Definitely wants to learn sign language, it just might take him longer to learn than senku

It still might not click to him fully that you’re deaf cause he still kinda shouts to get your attention

“y/n…. Y/n…Y/N…!!!”

Everyone just looks at him like wtf is your deal bro then it clicks to him again lol

He’d have no problem being your translator, but like I said before he’d have a harder time learning than senku, so he might be a bit frustrated with HIMSELF (he’d never be frustrated with you!) that he can’t help you more

If you want hearing aids/surgery then he’ll do everything in his power to get it for you 

Has no idea what to do if you start tearing up from hearing 

“Wha- I don’t- is something wrong??? Is it too loud????” He asks in the loudest voice possible

Definitely teaches you words and phrases one by one, contrasting from senku

Will definitely start off with phrases like, “chrome is my boyfriend” or “chrome is so cute”

When he hears you say you love him he immediately gets overwhelmed with love and emotion and starts to cry

“S-sorry… I don’t know whats gotten over me… I love you too my gem…!”

Stop bro chrome is so freakin cute!!!

Gen:

This MORON

Does not give a flip that your deaf, but he uses you so much to get out of working

“Sorry dear Senku-Chan~ but my sweet y/n needs help communicating with Francois so I’ll be on my way then” he says knowing damn well that Francois knows way more sign language than Gen could ever dream of of course Senku knows this and still makes him work

He loooooovees whispering somewhat dirty things in your ear because he knows you can’t hear it, but he always does it when he’s behind you cause he doesn’t want you reading his lips

“My sweet y/n If you only knew what you did to me. All I wanna do is kiss every inch of your beautiful body until I’ve covered every last in of you”

And then he just walks off like nothing ever happened 💀

Like Senku he probably already knows basic sign language and of course is willing to learn more, but just cannot grasp anything being taught to him

If you’re really good at reading lips he’ll just stick to that 

If not then he’ll keep learning but mainly write you notes

If you get hearing aids/surgery then he’ll quickly begin teaching you how to speak 

You remember how I said he just randomly comes up from behind you and whispers perverted things in your ear?

There was a time he forgot you had hearing aids and said all those things😗

The only reason he remembered was because of the deep shade of red that spread all over your face

When you are able to say I love you, his face is just shocked

But it soon fades into a sincere smile

“I love you too my heart”

Ukyo:

Ukyo would love you no matter what

Has no problem using sign language or writing things down on a piece of paper

If he learns sign language then he’d learn it faster than chrome but not as fast as senku

I still think Ukyo would want you to speak though 

I’m not saying the other generals wouldn’t want to hear your voice, but Ukyo NEEDS to hear it 

Doesn’t matter what you think your voice would sound like, Ukyo thinks it’s beautiful because it’s part of you

If you’re self conscious about it then he’ll definitely reassure you with rubbing your hands or soft forehead and cheek kisses

Every time you speak he signs “beautiful” or “lovely” for extra encouragement 

Loves being your translator

He likes how he’s basically become your voice for everyone to hear

If you chose to get hearing aids/surgery then he’s immediately teaching you basic phrases to get around

As much as he would love to hear you say “I love you” or “I’m happy with you” he knows he needs to teach you phrases that’ll actually help you

But one day as both are heading to bed he hears what he’s always wanted to hear

“U-uku-Ukyo… i lo-love you….”

He just freezes, his eyes are already overflowing when he turns to look at you 

“Can you please say that again…?” 

He makes you repeat it over and over as he holds you and cries

He’s so happy, he never thought he’d hear those words come out of your mouth yet here we are 

“Thank you y/n… I love you so much… more than you’ll ever know…”

Ryusui:

Ryusui might be a little overdramatic on how he cares for you 💀

Will NOT let you out of his sight

Worried about you getting in trouble or getting hurt because you couldn’t hear something coming this is also just an excuse to be around you too lol

Im not saying the other guys wouldn’t be concerned, Ryusui just takes it to the EXTREME 

already learned sign language when he first found out you were deaf

He was all like, “I desire to speak with you, which way is easiest for you???” And then learned sign language lol

Besides being overprotective he’s still normal, obnoxious Ryusui 

Always down to be your translator, whatever you need he’s there

Ryusui doesn’t care if you get hearing aids/surgery or not, he just wants what you want

If you don’t want any then that’s that, he’s not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to

If you do then you get it within seconds

So very patient and supportive when teaching you to speak

“Amazing job love! That’s one more word than yesterday!”

Whenever you first say I love you to him he’s the happiest he’s ever been in his life

He just picks you up and spins you around laughing and kissing all over your face

“HAHAH! I love you more my beautiful y/n! I love you love you love you!”

[letyhide]

I am NOT looking forward to that Sunkissed talk today.

Already heard him explain it to Pangi and was not impressed. His plan was to "give Zam a taste of (her) medicine by helping the enemy team" or something like that (he implied, like Zam had done with the Bacon wardens , and the Jumper hearts etc..). And it was a way to show her how its "bad" to play all sides... which.. urgh....

Zams whole thing is about Balance: He helped Bacon because, realistically Bacon was doing something for the server (by making it active again) and was gonna get banned by natural causes. So Zam decided she wanted to be a helping hand in making everything more fun, and make Bacon last just long enough for everyone to be satisfied in the arc. Bacon was alone in his effort, a clear underdog. When He found the materials chest, Bacon was only on 2. He needed the help or he could have easily gotten banned

(ik he said he would have probably gotten the materials himself, but like technically he could've died obtaining them, while afking a farm. Or something. Ending the arc randomly, casually. In an even less satisfying way, as Bacon put his banning as the "stop spawning wardens" condition)

Without Zams help, things would've played out differently. And its not like she wasn't out for Bacon's blood, she wanted to ban him almost more than anyone. She Just wanted to give more time for him to achieve his true goal of understanding Subz.

Again to Zam it's all about Balance and helping the server itself function, so when a low-hearts player has a cool idea, even tho they're your enemy, if they're in dire need: you help them, because nobody else will. It gives people a chance to log on the server, and do stuff, and be active enough to have those ideas and put them into fruition (and make the server intresting. A way to make things HAPPEN). It's such a noble and important cause for a content-oriented-server. That recently seems to be more pvp-oriented (or that's how the chunpire's ideals would seem to make it).

And I would like to say that there is NOTHING wrong with not understanding Zam's goals and her view on the server. Nobody is expected to, and realistically, it is more interesting for people to oppose her.

But what is odd, is having a player, seemingly piece together Zam was helping Bacon. Confront her about it, and sit there and pretend to have a complete understanding of it, and promise to always be by her side. Just to go ahead and do something behind her back, and then claim to be doing it for Zam's sake ????????? The only way you could see these situations as similar, is by viewing what Zam did with Bacon and Jumper, as "Betrayal" yourself, which would again prove that Derap did NOT understand Zam.

It's not a crime to betray, it's more annoying how Derap doesn’t see it as such, and thinks he's somehow in the right, and is gonna try and make Zam feel bad for it, by "apologising" for all the wrong things. But, again, he has already kinda revealed his true thoughts in part. "I didn't like that you gave Jumper hearts". which, again, makes Derap's way of thinking closer to Mapicc's than Zam. Then, why did he lie back then?

If he TRULY understood Zam, he could easily see how giving Bacon hearts and giving Chungpire are not that comparable. If the goal is Balance, helping a team which is already significantly stronger than yours, and has goals that are fundamentally opposite to them, is not really,,, the move, per say... Atlas was the underdog. The chumpire would have probably won every fight and confrontation even without the extra information.

It's almost like Derap pretended to understand her just to be by her side, while not listening or respecting her enough to ACTUALLY understand her motives. Which is something that has been happening her season between sunkissed. Derapchu pushing this relationship, repeating the same phrases of "I care about you most" "ill always be by your side" Sweet stuff, said in a vacuum. But when you listen to the way he talks to other people, you see that mask fall.

Will never forget him telling Zam over and over again how "nobody respected you for how much care you put into rebuilding spawn!". But when Bacon was the one rebuilding it, Derap would get in the call and ask the same damn questions Zam was always so tired of other people asking. "Why are you doing this Bacon? What's the point?" And even started saying stuff like "why even rebuild spawn the way it was before? Why not make new builds?". The same type of questions Zam has been asked time and time again. The same questions that someone who actually understands her Knows not to ask. Because in a way, that is exactly the kind of disrespect Zam was shown by other players. The behaviour Derap was condemning in front of Zam, but practicing on another Spawn-repairer.

And then he lied to Zam about Bacon choosing to not repair Zam's builds? and trying to claim he was completely alone in the warden efforts. Says it was a miscommunication error, but it was really convenient how it was used to push this idea of "it's just us two against the world" sentiment that he had been trying to convince Zam of all season huh....

((Then the Flame fights happened, and Derap called her "insane" and "crazy" for basically throwing herself at the enemy time and time again, and said that She was "stupid" for not asking for his help. yet on Evbo-day when Mane, Flame and Clown were chasing her. Derap made some sly comment of dismissal when asked if he wanted to help Zam at all. (something like responding "probably somewhere getting killed by flame idk" when asked where Zam was... or he said something about there being no point. i don't remember exaclty and i'm not bothered enough to go check, sorry). But then seemed so proud of her after. convienent))

And let's not forget the whole “forgetting to tell her he had been using exploited items (prot-4 armour) for months” ordeal. Something Zam has been deeply against for YEARS. saying "no more secrets" but being caught in another lie again and again, and saying "he forgot" to tell her that one small detail... but it happened like 3 times in a row. I already said it somewhere, but to me, that day is when Sunkissed should've ended as a teamup.

But back to the betrayal itself. From the way he put it, i got that, he didn’t agree with the way Zam thinks (despite telling her the whole season he did), and instead of communicating that, he was gonna go behind his back, to give the enemy team information, to “show her a lesson” on why playing all sides is bad. (again proving that He didn’t listen to or understand Zam at all, only pretended to).

It’s just so wild to me, because this is definitely targeted, he’s gonna say this was for “Zam’s greater good”, but you cannot tell me that this doesn’t come from bitterness. He didn’t like Zam giving hearts to Jumper at all. Then says “we need teammates Zam, sort things out with Mapicc”. But when the teammate who helps is ManePear, Derap isn’t happy (which.. Okay,, fair enough ig,, but how come Zam HAS to settle his differences with Mapicc, but he can’t with Mane?). When talking to Pangi Derap says “I would never work with Mapicc!” when that is exactly what he was trying to push Atlas into doing. Also, to add, he DID work with Mapicc When he GAVE HIM PANGI’S COORDS in secret, again when his goal was to teach “Pangi a lesson”, lying again.

And if we REALLY wanna compare this with the giving bacon hearts situation, there is ONE clear difference between those two situations. When Zam was confronted by Derap on whether or not she did it, Zam confessed everything. He was honest with Derapchu, explained his reasoning and everything, because he felt bad lying to him. But we know damn well Derapchu doesn’t feel bad lying to Zam, that’s all he’s been doing this season. When they were face to face, in that base, Zam asked again and again if Derapchu was betraying, and Derapchu goes “Are you crazy???? Are you insane? I would never work WITH MAPICC” now we know he was clearly latching onto a technicality, he wanted to work with Minute (who works with Mapicc, and told him everything), but he never misses a chance to make Zam feel lesser than for his paranoia, and talks down to her. Because he thinks he knows what’s best for her. During the Bacon confrontantion Derapchu insisted that he wasn't mad at Zam for the hearts themelves, but more of the fact that she didn't tell the team, which, when looking back, is pretty ironic. Because Zam in the end conefssed everything to him when confronted, Derap didn't.

Then when Zam tries to kill him anyway. Derapchu, after running away,  has THE NERVE to message her “i forgive you” before logging out. A slap to the face. (im genuinely going to rip my hair out thinking back to that).

Derap says to Zam. “I forgive you” beucase, at that point, Zam didn't have enough proof of the betrayal yet to be 100% sure (the killing attempt was a test after all), so he wanted her to doubt herself, and make her think she was somehow at fault (because someone who needs to be forgiven has to have done something wrong,, right?) By sending that message Derap was targeting the fondness Zam had for him at one point. And trying to manipulate his way back into the team. During all of this Derap is betraying, but doesn't think he is. Insane stuff.

Then Woogie comes in after shouting “what the fuck did you do” making Zam feel guilty for everything, as if she was the one at fault, which lead to her throwing herself into the void (the guilt tripping worked). And then, later, she gets the proof straight from Mapicc’s mouth, and Here comes Derap saying “I’m sorry I lied to you” in messages. Only sorry when caught.

Genuinly so frustrating, but intresting... Derap pretends to understand Zam to her face, to keep her by his side, but his actions are fueled by bitterness of his misunderstanding of her. he is the one who put himself in the situation of "always being by Zam's side" when he doesn't even make an effort to properly understand her, and only repeats sweet nothings to gain her affection and trust.

Last thing. At the end of the Pangi talk, Derap says that his goal is to "save everyone", to have everyone unbanned. and, again, nice goal. awesome, you unbanned a bunch of people. okay, but that "everyone" seems to be a little distorted. With the screenshot he posted on twitter, it seems he unbanned everyone EXCEPT Flame, Mane (and Evbo). Just like he didn't like Zam giving hearts to Jumper. hypocrite. It's more "Help everyone who hasn't been mean to me" which, isn't a bad goal, you can have that as a goal, but don't try to hide yourself behind a noble cause when you're as selfish as the rest of the server. nothing wrong with that again, you need to own up to it.

but this again prooves that he his and Zam's goal never truly aligned.

[meekreverie]

"At least my rage is red It's the closest to love that you'll ever get "

GRYFFINDOR!BEOMGYU x SLYTHERIN!READER ✧ : yandere!beomgyu, harry potter au, dark themes, tension, mentions of stalking and obsession, kind off unrequited love and open ending, dark romance, forbidden, angst, fluff if you squint, making out — my memory about Harry Potter is actually brain-dead and foggy. please don't burn me, but like these are just thoughts, so please excuse me this time heh mwah, so maybe very self-indulgent, but enjoy! word count: 2.1k

GRYFFINDOR!BEOMGYU would be playful, charismatic, smart, the usual lovely Beomgyu who is popular with his friend group — Soobin a Hufflepuff, Yeonjun the only guy you knew the best since both of you are Slytherin, Taehyun who you heard is a Ravenclaw, and Kai who is also a Hufflepuff.  

Everyone knows him, you know him too. You aren't rivals nor friends. Just acquaintances, you made sure of that. Since you just didn't bother or be interested in people in other houses, it was a bit of a hassle. 

GRYFFINDOR!BEOMGYU sulks about it. Why can't you look at him? Did he do something wrong? Is he that boring to you? He wants to be friends with you badly, or even more. The first time he saw you was when you guys were still being sorted to your respective houses. And he felt his heart flutter randomly, making eye contact with you. 

GRYFFINDOR!BEOMGYU then made it his goal to do well in Hogwarts not only for the sake of it, so that he could also impress you, but it just doesn't work... at the end of the day, his favorite thing to do was to observe you... to get to know you! He won't admit it's stalking. 

GRYFFINDOR!BEOMGYU who knows you aren't coy, and that you feel him every time he looks at you. Especially when his gaze undeniably burns. So why won't his beloved Slytherin give in to him, hm? Just for a bit could make him so happy. 

Thus, you make sure to put a protection spell on yourself so nothing happens to you, especially when a certain boy seems to be watching over you. And yet you do the same. 

After all, you can't just let it slide. You need to know what his intentions are and why he is acting so strange to you. But obviously, he was hard to figure out without him discovering that you've been doing the same. You know for a fact it would make his heart burst if he ever finds out, which is dangerous.

GRYFFINDOR!BEOMGYU, who you wouldn't admit, is a person you find difficult to decode. Deep down you know he's hiding something. It tempts you, truly. That it makes you consider being friends with him, at least. He would act like a sick, loyal, droopy puppy in your presence to deceive you. A Gryffindor with such a trait — It's odd, no? He acts way more cunning than you, a proud Slytherin. And the thought prickles through your skin. 

GRYFFINDOR!BEOMGYU who you don't understand how easily he gets turned on with the way you fight the desperation to figure him out. Now that he's got your attention, what else could he ask for? He's all you've been thinking about, he's all you've been worrying about it. He's haunting you like a plague, just as you try your best to avoid him even more.

GRYFFINDOR!BEOMGYU who isn't mean, no matter how many times you brush off his affection. But he's sure that you will come around, sooner. Is willing to let you in on a little secret of his. You'd think that gesture is romantic.

So what would you do now that you found out the lovesick puppy‐like Gryffindor is actually part of the Death Eaters? 

You believe that those phrases or curses you hear from muggles were utterly childish and immature, but sinking in this discovery couldn't avoid you from simply saying — Shit. What the absolute fuck. And you just wish the ghosts of your ancestors would not hear that from you.

You would have never thought unwrapping a secret could lead you down to a situation where Hogwarts were also under attack. You had at least a bit of reasoning that it wouldn’t be this bad even if deep down you felt something dark trying to unveil parts of him carefully. In between terror, you managed to find a safe room in the castle of the school.

When you thought indulging a bit into your admirer's attention wouldn't be that bad, you should've listened to that saying about; “Curiosity kills the cat—”

“Doesn't it?” Because It does. It infuriates you. His honey-laced voice dripped with a tone of mockery, sending a sickening emotion down your spine. Your name at the tip of his tongue like he's saying a vow. The way he fawns over your cornered figure was just like a wolf in sheep's clothing. 

It led down to the situation you were in right now. It was only the two of you, life and death. The room was safe, for now. Away from the Death Eaters, away from Voldemort, but not from him. Choi Beomgyu.

Should you have calculated these outcomes better, he still would’ve found a way to get this close to you. He is persistent in nature, something you have observed. And it riles up even more when it’s you. To him, it’s all you, because of you, for you. And he made it very clear up until now.

Your competitive nature doesn't doubt the both of you. As you were trying your best to keep your composure in front of him. As a Slytherin, you had pride for your house and for your blood. A Gryffindor wouldn't faze you that simply. Especially a pathetic one who's a follower of Voldemort's cult. “You think you got me all figured out, Gryffindor boy?” You spout harmless daggers while you grip on your wand instinctively.

Beomgyu laughs lightly at your words like it's child's play. Daring to even smile at you ever so smittenly like nothing is wrong. “I could ask the same thing. But I’m getting close, aren’t I?” You could only answer him with silence, earning a slight hurt look from him. But covering it immediately with a smile once again. It made you wonder how nobody is looking for him, the same way how it always made you wonder how he never gets caught by any of the professors or even students with his peculiar behavior towards you. 

Because before all of this chaos, you remember lounging in the common room with your close friends. And you tried to bring up the strange encounters you found yourself with the Gryffindor. But they seem to be even more weirded out by it because they observed nothing from him that he would not even have the slightest interest towards you even when you were unguarded for a bit. That it just left you dumbfounded. It’s as if he made sure that his fondness for you were only meant to the two of you. 

To do anything at the moment was too risky. The safe room was just a temporary refuge. You could make a single noise and expect a death eater attacking you with no remorse. But of course, the guy in front of you was bold. He stood in front of you unfazed with the danger around the corner. While you were sitting on the ground with your hands behind you to give you support. You guessed that he was the one who let them infiltrate Hogwarts. Since it was just the two of you, there was no harm in asking not when a lot of things were already in shambles. 

“Did you do this?” He immediately caught on to what you said, “Yes.” The brown-haired boy confesses it to you casually that all you could do was scoff. You think it’s pathetic. From up close, you could see the way he bats his lashes towards you. As well as the dark chilling mark embedded in his left arm. That you haven’t even realized that he crouched down towards you, trying to close the gap between the both of you. But before he was able to do so, you pointed your wand at his chest. Stopping him abruptly.

Earning a frustrated whine from him. You notice the slight way his lips jutted into a pout, his brown-orbed eyes that glimmered at the sight of you. Without a doubt it made your stomach churn with uneasiness. “Cut it out with your charades, Beomgyu and tell me what you want from me?” 

“Now you’re just playing hard to get, sweetheart. I’ve made it clear that I solely want you.” He leans in closer to you, not even slightly bothered with how your wand was piercing his chest. He just lets himself be drawn to your presence, savoring your state, your scent, your proximity. 

“And I assure you none of this has to do with you. But it did give me the opportunity to find you like this.” Beomgyu reassures you while he gently places a hand on your cheek and nuzzles his face against yours. “Alone. All mine—” Before you could try to push him away further, he grips both of your wrists firmly. Not too tight, but strong enough for you to stop your antics as he doesn’t plan to hurt you at all. He could never think of doing that even if he was ordered to do so.

“I wouldn’t even dare to be with someone like you—” You tried to argue, brushing him off coldly. “Don’t say that…” He denies your rejection as if he was a puppy kicked into the slumps, yet still wagging its tail. It baffled you. All of this felt ridiculous. “You’re pathetic.” Was the only thing you groaned out, clearly done with all of this. You hear him chuckle, seemingly enjoying the sight of you distressed.

Tender fingers graze your lips like a prized possession. “Can I kiss you?” He suddenly asks.  “Just once, please?” 

“What makes you think I’d even give you a chance?” You ask him, still looking at you unfazed with your constant rejections. “You really hate me that much?” He whispers, eyes unusually serious. You feel that taunting fury again, this time it feels more desperate. It undeniably yearns for you, both of you know it always had. Yet you feel it burn brighter for you up close. 

“You’re a liar, a deceiver, a death eater.” You say cruelly while you drag your want across his chest to his neck, pointing and grazing the tip of your wand to his Adam's apple. 

“You’re basically a taboo, Choi Beomgyu.” And those words pierced through his heart. Successfully placing a dagger in it. For a second, you couldn’t tell if he was still breathing.

“Then hex me. If that is the closest thing you could ever give me from a kiss.”

You never realized how quiet the room was not up until now when you hear how loud your breath hitched hearing him surrender himself that simply to you. Nor you realized how small the room you are hiding could be this claustrophobic not up until now you feel an insufferable pounding. You couldn’t tell if it was your heart or his, but all you knew is that it ached. Out of all the things between you and Beomgyu, maybe it was the only thing you couldn’t deny. It was hard to deny.

Every second, every minute, every day. Years, it got harder to ignore. So maybe just this once, the thin line that keeps the both of you apart, snaps without a thought. That you didn’t care how his hands that used to be holding your wrists moments ago were now on your waist, pulling you unto his lap delicately. Or when a thud came from the sound of your wand dropping to the cold floor that you tightly gripped on earlier with your sweaty palms to defend yourself, were now cradling the certain Gryffindor you’ve been so persistent to avoid. 

Or even the way you finally felt how soft his lips felt against yours, like it was made for one another. It felt like every swirl of emotion. Without any words spoken, both of you knew, both of you felt it in between every clash of tongue and teeth. It was carnal greed, desperation, and hunger. Hands and fingertips explored each other with burning need. The raw noises and cries from the back of your throats were savored like wine. 

Yet, everything felt like sin. The temptation that crawled in your skin felt like forever to wash off and now you finally gave in. Choi Beomgyu successfully bewitched you. And he’s happy with what he now does to you. It feels twisted but you know pulling away from its sweet invitation would make it even harder for you to resist. And that enrages you, but what could you do? 

After all, escaping now was a high price to afford without him. He has you here, he could keep you safe and company while the school is being attacked. And he made sure of that. His presence in debt to your skin, repeatedly taunting you. Entangled with his sickening, dark, and crimson affection.

What could you do, my dear Slytherin?

★ sincerely, meekreverie

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

something that has bothered me about tua seasons 2-4 is the inconsistency of the relationships between the siblings.

starting with klaus, in season 1 ben and diego were his people. ben and klaus were always shown together in the flashbacks to them as kids and obviously every second of the show because klaus was the only one who could see him. but like… they were CLOSE. SO FUCKING CLOSE. they were the most SIBLINGS of all the siblings.

that continued into season 2. ben was randomly a bit colder towards klaus but they were still so fucking close.

and then ben left, and klaus for the first time was alone without his person. everyone else lost a brother when they were 17, except klaus. so he had to grieve ben for the first time. that didn’t happen, though. there were many nods to them being close, and then of course steve blackman pulled a steve blackman which means weird unnecessary incest implications, but it wasn’t clear just how close klaus and brellie ben were even though it had to be hard to be around someone who looked like ben and was kind of ben but also wasn’t ben.

and with diego, it also seemed like he and klaus were incredibly close. diego older-brothered klaus constantly s1 and they gave off the impression that they ran into each other a lot in the city during the years since leaving the academy.

then they completely disregarded it for the rest of the seasons. in s2 and s3 there a few interactions that could lend credence to this but for the most part it seemed like they threw it out the window.

allison and klaus had no clear relationship in season 1. they had some incredibly minor sibling interactions but nothing that indicated they were anywhere near as close as they imply in season 4. season 2 they were close and then season 3 not a lot of interaction. but s4 makes it seem like they have always been incredibly close which doesn’t make sense!!

five and viktor have a relatively consistent friendship, although s4 doesn’t really give viktor any relationship development with his siblings. same with five, if anything he just gets his relationships destroyed but that’s a different post!!

allison and viktor also are pretty consistently close. the implication is that they weren’t as kids but that they really try to be as adults, and i do like their relationship overall.

luther and allison nasty ew kill it with fire. like i thought we established in s2 that incest is weird actually and that we weren’t doing that and then season 3 came along and whatever whatever shut up.

diego and luther’s relationship is fun. they go from adversaries to himbo besties and it’s relatively consistent.

luther and viktor have similar growth. luther goes from piece of shit basically causing the apocalypse s1 because of how shitty he was to viktor towards really wanting to make things right and being the big brother he always should have been. they didn’t really have a relationship s4 but WHATEVER.

i feel like five and luther were together a lot the first two seasons and that very much changed. i’m not even that upset as i think five having character arcs with each sibling is good since he missed so many years with them (other than him and viktor they were always close and should have remained that way).

i think allison and diego and viktor and diego having relationship development would have been cool. in the comics viktor and diego have a band so we know they’re friends. and in the show allison and diego don’t have too many interactions but the ones they do have are SOOOO SIBLING and i adore that.

ben and viktor have some closeness s3-4 (and the end of s2) but it’s not really something we see, more so we’re just told. and then random flashback to them hanging out as kids before the mission which was confusing.

i think five and klaus were done the dirtiest with the relationship inconsistency. i understand wanting different characters to have arcs with different people, but when you sacrifice the established relationships and basically put your characters on shuffle then you also sacrifice character consistency, development, growth, etc.

i think a big problem is how many characters they brought on last season. there wasn’t time for consistent relationships among the brellies when they had to use a shit ton of time building new characters and relationships (and immediately killing them all off which was A Choice).

anyway just wanted to write out thoughts about this. would love to know other people’s thoughts (or headcanons about the siblings).