#...in short they don't want to be reminded about how shitty it is to treat PEOPLE like things or like parasites...

[uncanny-tranny]

Honestly, I do think it's kind of funny when cis people talk about how Big Trans is forcing them to date, bed, or be friends with trans people because, truly, most of us wouldn't have wanted to be around them, anyway.

If you don't want to be seen as transphobic, there are ways to state your desires without being seen as transphobic. However, you can't have it both ways: treating trans people as second-class people while also not being seen as a bigot while doing so. You need to make your peace with that if you are going to go about this in a transphobic way.

[kerubimcrepin]

Liveblog - Dofus, livre 1 : Julith [PART 18]

Me whenever Khan ogles Bakara: boooring.

Me 5 seconds later ogling Atcham the same exact way: oguhuhhggghuhhq

They only just met, and are already a perfect team. :)

I like to think that Joris has always wanted to hear the other side of the story, be it from Atcham, Lou, or Indie. This isn't the best time to ask, but he might not get another chance...

I also guess that Atcham's deep hatred for Kerubim bewitches Joris as much as Joris's love for Kerubim bewitches Atcham.

Out of all the possible answers, — from the implied bullying, to being abandoned and called a psychopath by Kerubim, — the answer that Atcham gives is so fascinating.

Because he's pretty much acknowledging, that he hates him because he feels inferior. He's always been mistreated because he's the opposite of Kerubim. He's not handsome, or lucky, or good with people, so he's suffered, — and Kerubim is everything he wishes he could be. Even if it's not Kerubim's fault that he suffered, he hates Kerubim the very most because he's a walking-talking reminder of how life could have been.

Joris is even a bit taken aback by this. I bet he expected something deeper.

And it is deep, don't get me wrong. But it's not "when we were kids, he never helped me, when others did me harm." or "he had always looked down at me."

It's literally just "other people dislike me, and not him, even though he had the exact same shitty life as me. The only reason he lives better than me is that he is prettier and luckier. I want to punish him for that. Because it's easier, than hating a god, or the kids from the temple, or anyone else. It's easier because he's nearby, and I know him the best out of all of them."

They are two sides of the same coin. Both of them are orphans. Both of them hate their own bodies. And both of them could probably talk for hours upon hours on what Kerubim makes them feel.

Except Joris feels lucky to have had Kerubim, indebted even, — while Atcham is the opposite, feeling like Kerubim, simply by existing, took everything from him.

Joris appeals to their solidarity in his attempts to defend Kerubim's Honour: while it sure sucks, Atcham's struggle with being hated and degraded by people is neither special nor unique.

Note: I understand it might be somewhat controversial to say this, but I do think that both Joris and Atcham are disabled, or at least discriminated against.

Atcham is referred to as disabled in one of the canonical sources, even if it is a joke. Logically speaking, even without any canon sources, within the universe's context his lack of fur is undoubtedly a disability.

Joris, in the context of the real world, would definitely be a person with dwarfism, which, just like Atcham's lack of fur, canonically impacts his social life, with the way he is often not taken seriously by other people.

So, their solidarity is very cute to me.

Besides that, he appeals for Atcham to understand that his negative experiences with Kerubim aren't universal.

Or maybe, he appeals to whatever positive memories Atcham still he has of him.

And I am pretty sure Atcham knows what Joris is doing. And it's working.

Joris really dislikes how shallow Atcham's dislike for Kerubim is, when Kerubim has done nothing but support and love him, because of how different he is from others.

But for Joris to feel so passionately defensive, — like Kerubim has done him a service by treating him well, — we can understand that Kerubim's "I want my son to love himself as he is" parenting didn't work that well.

You can't really parent your way out of your son noticing he's short, bald, and weird compared to other people. And at some point, saying "you're special" probably just feels insulting, or, more likely in Joris's case, like Joris has failed at feeling special, and that Kerubim would be sad, if he knew how Joris really felt about his body.

If Atcham didn't love Kerubim, — if he didn't feel nostalgia for the times they were still close, — none of what Joris said here would ever work, y'know?

While the show had 52 episodes and then some to sell me on Kerubim and Joris's dynamic, the movie only has three scenes to develop what goes on between Joris and Atcham, and we've already seen two of them.

And let me tell you, by god, does it succeed.

Yes, Atcham and Joris are foils to one another, because of their orphanhood, body issues, and relationship with Kerubim.

But Atcham and Bakara are also foils: because of their feeling of inadequacy, compared to their brothers.

Bakara can't acknowledge what she feels: hatred. Towards herself, for not being good enough. Towards Julith, for seemingly taking her brother away. Towards Joris, for being the product of the woman who ruined her life. Towards Kerubim, maybe for taking Joris and giving him a good life, devoid of having to face or know any of these terrible things, or maybe for not dying instead of Jahash.

And she hates Jahash too. For leaving her alone. And for leaving such a huge void where he once stood — one she can never hope to fill.

Atcham is quite the opposite, really. He needs so badly to hate Kerubim to feel better, that he can barely face the fact that he loves his brother too.

Honestly, is it even hatred, when all you do is sing him praises? "You're the coolest, the hairiest, the luckiest—" doesn't suddenly stop being a compliment, if it's followed "instead of you, it should be ME." (yes, I am taking this moment quote one of the most Atcham-core songs ever created at you. hi.)

There's a very thin line between hatred and love, and I think, that in that line there lies jealousy and obsession.

Atcham's purr is so cute....... kbitty.

This confirms that under the fur, Kerubim and Atcham look pretty similar (we been knew). If you shaved Keke, you'd see a mini-Atcham, and vice versa. The main difference is the ear size, and the fact that the sides of Atcham's face point downwards, instead of upwards, like with Kerubim

However, I have some qualms with this design: sphynx cats have spots in the same exact places that they would have if they had fur. if Atcham had fur it'd be more like this:

And man. It makes him look even MORE like Kerubim. jhgsjkfgsdfg

[retropetrommh]

MUSK (Part One)

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Communication is something you never understood. Social cues always go over your head despite your best attempts to learn and adapt over the years. Now, you're freshly 18 and trying to navigate the world around you. It isn't easy with the autism that everyone seems to pick up on. It's dehumanizing in a lot of ways. The way they change their tone is like a parent scolding a misbehaving child. Life has to go on despite these frustrations. Regardless of you having no clue what you want to do with your life. Everyone says "You're young, you'll figure it out!," but that doesn't help the now.  There are plenty of people who waited their whole lives until they simply weren't young anymore. That fate scares you more than anything, to die regretful and alone. To think that if you were to live that life, you would be happy to die young. You'd be happy on your death bed as you waited for the final closing curtain that is death. 

You are not there yet, there is still time. You didn't know how much time there was, but it was still there and that meant something. Even if it means a shitty retail job at a lowlife company. That's the brunt of your work, you check people out and stock the shelves for minimum wage. Then you give 25% of the already low wage to your parents. Getting paid biweekly sounded alright at first, creating discipline and good saving habits, but now it seemed to only serve as a harsh reminder that you can't get out of adult responsibilities. You missed being sixteen and spending all your money on food and clothes instead of bills and rent.  You hated thinking so negatively. Your life wasn't bad by a long shot, but you were so bitter. Watching happy people with happy lives go about their day hurt quite a lot. You were stuck in a dead end job that only provided structure to your chaotic life. College seemed like the worst option for you, given the indecisiveness. Going into severe debt on the off chance that you like what you've signed up for is not very appealing.  You look through the totes that are filled with beauty, medicine, and diet items. The only task is to finish at least three of these in two hours. The hardest job is dealing with people. Well, it's mostly a few troublesome people. There's this woman who uses coupons and routinely keeps the line back for half an hour. There's this man who complains about the government and then screams "Praise Jesus!" before he leaves. If you disagree he will say a prayer, so it's best to just nod your head and say "amen" a few times. The last customer is a strange guy who buys a carton of Marlboro gold label every few weeks.  This guy likes to call you "Sunshine." It's not an appealing nickname, but there's not an easy way to get him to stop without corporate being upset. At least he doesn't treat you like a child. He buys a lot of cheap items like hotdogs, bologna, ham and cheese, and crackers. You sort of wonder about his life, he's not an unattractive man but he's always alone. You've never heard him talk about any woman in his life, and there's not a ring in sight. Wonder what's wrong with him. At least he isn't mean. 

You set the Ensure six packs onto the shelve in their correct place. One of your coworkers has a bad habit of sitting things in the wrong place. She isn't a bad person, but it's clear she doesn't like her job. That's fine, you don't like your job either, but corporate shows up randomly and it isn't a good look. It usually falls on me to fix the messes or they will stay there forever until a reminder is placed on the whiteboard.  You look back at the register and race back to check out the lady waiting there. She was quite short so it wasn't easy to see her at first. Her jet black hair was tied into a tight pony tail. Her eyes flicked up in a mystical way against her deep brown eyes that served as a backdrop. She was gorgeous.  "Sorry, how are you doing?" you quickly greet her, fumbling the items she laid on the counter.  "It's a pretty day outside," the lady said softly. Her voice was melodic, the perfect voice to accompany her features.  "Yeah, it is." You state anxiously. Then, you smelled a familiar scent. It was Marlboro guy. 

You can usually tell when he's in the store, he smells like smoke and eucalyptus, like that of a mall Santa. You hadn't seen his tall stature anywhere in the store before now. He wasn't hard to miss being at least 6'0. The height difference between the lady and him was apparent and massive. He walked up to the end of her cart and took out the packs of ham and cheese. You're so used to him being alone, it was quite the sight to see him with such a pretty lady. It made sense in your head, someone as attractive as him would probably find someone equally as pretty.  You didn't know why you were focused so hard on these two. There was something striking about them, something sort of off.  "That'll be $43.20," you recite the amount. Marlboro guy pulled his ebt card out of his leather wallet. It was one of the expensive wallets we sold, only accessible by an employee key. It was overly fancy.  "Your hair is so beautiful." The lady spoke with a gentle tone, though not one that bothered you. It was the way your older sister used to speak to you when you were upset, that gentle comforting melody. You were flustered, your cheeks turning a deep red. You thanked her eventually, and the two walked out. 

After four more hours, you were finally ready to leave. The money had been counted, the store cleaned, and now you waited for your shift lead to finish locking the store. You turned around and quickly went to your car, situating yourself and turning the key to start.  You come home to any empty house, your parents not coming back until tomorrow night. They fiddle with auctions and frequently drive to Atlanta, Georgia for pallets of snacks and clothes. They make a decent amount off it. You were starving, so you grab your favorite girl dinner, some left over elbow noodles and then some tomato juice for the strangest tomato soup you could create. It didn't hit the spot. Bath time it is. You decide to go all out, with bubbles and a bath bomb. Using your mom's nice shampoo and conditioner and this body wash you bought from Bath and Body Works.  You soak in the steaming water with candles lit around you.  Smash. 

What was that? You slide around in the water as you try to sit up. That was definitely glass breaking. Someone is inside the house. You get up without draining the tub quickly dry off. You try to put your clothes on as quietly as possible, cursing yourself for choosing a lace lined nightgown. You planned on sleeping directly after this. You grab a razor.  A razor won't do much damage, but anything works. You turn the door knob and enter the hallway. The house isn't large, so surely whoever is here can't surprise you. You walk into the kitchen and there's glass everywhere, the window right behind the dinning room table is completely smashed. The floor creaks behind you.  You gasp and turn around, praying for emptiness. Unfortunately, you prayer was not heard and you're faced with a tall and broad man. The yellow jacket he wore held mysterious stains, though you had a hunch on what those were. His face was covered by a black ski mask with a red frowning face painted on. He brought his gloved hand to his face and shushed you.  You stepped back every time he moved forward. You tripped on the towel and felt the glass everywhere poking at your skin. You tried to crawl backwards, but he hunched down and moved quickly. It was like someone chasing a timid kitten with slow intentional movement. He hovered above you and placed his hands on each side of your face. He wiped your tears away before slamming his head into yours.

You are unconscious. 

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First fanfic in years brothers

[ariesbilly]

People who view Billy's character in such a negative one-dimensional way come across as so sheltered to me. He really reminds me of my dad in a lot of ways, and when we watched S2 and 3 together we revisited convos about what it was like for my dad to grow up with a father like Neil, a mother who let him down, step-siblings he had toxic relationships with, and what it was like to have to let go of the ways he learned to survive it all. People really undestimate just how hard it is to break the cycle of violence when you're all on your own. If you're young and by yourself, with very little money or access to resources about abuse, then you just have to blindly stumble into the life lessons you need.

At the same time people also undestimate how capable of change people can be when they actually have a chance. Once my dad was out of his father's house during his 20s he had room to breathe and actually grow up. He put all his anger and fear into learning a trade instead of taking it out on others, put effort into learning about the people and cultures he was taught to be racist against, and eventually found a career working with young people so he could be the supportive figure he needed when he was their age.

Lots of folks who grow up to be good people were like Billy or like my dad when they were younger. Billy's story gets cut short before we get to see that though. It's still important to know that even if a victim of abuse is an asshole and a product of their shitty environment that doesn't mean they aren't worthy of help. You don't have to like them but that doesn't make them irredeemable. If people's support abuse victims is conditional on their moral purity then they are not the allies they think they are.

(also love the idea of Billy working with young people in his future one of my fave personal headcanons)

billy antis to me fall into the camp of either 1. being incredibly sheltered and having no idea what the fuck theyre talking about or 2. they say billy reminds them of whatever abuser they personally had in their life, so automatically theyre unable to separate that bias and generally its fuck whoever talks positively about billy (ive seen a FEW people able to see reason but....) 

and like thats a whole separate issue coming from the riverdale fandom and preferring the parents over the kids, all the damn time i had to hear people coming into mine or my friends inboxes/posts trauma dumping because x parent remind them of their parent etc etc and like girl... what does that got to do with me. like sorry you went through that but whats that got to do with me.

people need to learn how to separate fiction from reality. thats the first problem that needs to be addressed

but like if yall WANT to make it this deep and talk about the real world and shit, its so counterproductive to talk about abusive victims who are literal children and deciding theyre beyond redemption. its also very convenient how people pick and choose when someones a child. if you did x thing at age 17 youre a child but if you do z thing youre an adult. make it make sense. 

i feel like these people just... dont exist in reality? like i have to imagine theyre only interactions with other people are their echo chambers online because SURELY you cannot be interacting with real life human beings day to day in the real world and coming to these conclusions. people are incredibly nuanced. everyones got skeletons in their closet. everyones got things in their past they are not proud of. its what theyve made of themselves since their darkest moments that matters. its what people choose to do with themselves once they identify their problems and issues that matters. billy LITERALLY GAVE UP HIS LIFE. and its not enough for people. which is... insane to me. and heinously cruel minded. especially paired with how they go on to treat REAL PEOPLE for understanding his character. “i hate this character because theyre mean and bigoted so to show this i will go on and be mean and bigoted to other people”. like yall need some windex for your mirrors cuz clearly somethings not getting through when you look into it every day.

my brother and i had a notoriously toxic relationship when we lived together. we’re still not particularly close probably because of that (also theres a 7 year age difference so that was never gonna help) but like literally last time we were together a week or two ago to put up the christmas tree we were getting along, he even volunteered for all things to put our initial ornaments next to each other on the tree. we snuck upstairs before dinner to hang out in my room and smoke lmfao like... amazing what distance can do for a relationship i have full faith that all billy and max needed was for billy to move out and get away from neil and they would be maybe not besties but surely a hell of a lot closer than they could be under current circumstances.

people just dont want to put in the brainpower to think long term. they dont want to face the facts of billys situation because then they would have to realize how fucking shitty they are to people like him. and no one wants to do that. no one wants to realize theyve been the villain this whole time lmao

i had another thought but i lost it which is probably for the best cuz this response is already long as hell. 

[boundless11]

The biggest problems with the Cobra Kai writers are:

They have character arcs that look good on paper, and clearly have a starting and ending point for these character arcs. However, they also seem the mindset of "we will get to that endpoint, even if the journey to get there makes no sense." For instance, in season 4, the endpoint of Robby's storyline is him reconnecting with his dad. His dad who didn't even once attempt to reach out to him during season 4, and who, while Robby was being trained by Kreese and Silver, was more concerned with integrating himself into the Diaz family.

The show tries to play both sides of the playing field by saying “there’s two sides two every story”, but this seems to usually be done by glossing over the more egregious mistakes of Cobras while blowing out of proportion the relatively minor mistakes of Miyagi-Do / Eagle Fang characters. The handling of the girls' feud in season 4 is the best demonstration of this, as the writing seems to skew heavily in Tory's favor rather than balance properly with Sam's. They make Tory seem like she was the "innocent" one the entire season and that Sam was just some raging brat, not helped by the lack of scenes to add context to Sam's behavior.* (At the bare minimum, they should’ve added scenes of Sam struggling to sign off on Tory returning to school, scenes of Sam venting to her parents, flashbacks of all the prior times that Tory treated her horribly, and maybe a scene where Vanessa talks and informs Amanda and Daniel about why Sam is acting out-not unlike when she had this talk with them about Anthony.) But I also see it with Daniel too, and how the show barely puts in the effort to paint Daniel in a positive light; I feel a lot of Daniel's insufferable moments are primarily there to make Johnny look better and distract the audience from how Johnny's a shitty dad to his own kid.

(*This isn't helped by the fact that we've only seen Tory's family once, in 3x02 when Kreese was convincing her to come back to Cobra Kai. We don't really have any sort of insight into who they are as characters, especially when we don't even get scenes of Tory talking to them. This makes Tory's home life feel more like something thrown in for sympathy points from the audience.)

Yes these are the exact issues I have with the show too. The writing makes no sense at times. Robby reconciling with Johnny is one good example of many. Johnny didn’t make one attempt to reach out to him! He knew Robby was being influenced by Kreese and Silver, yet he only intervened when Shannon turned up!

The fact that season 4 had so many new storylines, character like Sam were put in a corner or given less narrative, as well as framing her to be bratty, while Tory’s narrative was constantly pushed in our faces by reminding the viewer of her ‘terrible home life’.

I’m sick of this everyone needs to be redeemed narrative. There’s no mystery left with the supposed antagonists. I thought Robby’s ‘Anakin style arc’ or lack of would be carried into season 5. I really wanted him to be a menace!

It doesn’t help when the runtimes are short.

[wildfire317s-oc-box]

Fun facts about my O.C's: Ryu

What Ryu thinks of the other pillars:

For context he is fond of all of them he just likes some a bit more than others

Giyuu: He considers him as a good friend even if they don't talk often and he does most of the talking. He does wish that Giyuu would stop putting himself down for what happened during final selection and accept that he is in-fact doing a good job and is a great hashira.

Muichiro: He see's Muichiro as a little brother or a son as Muichiro reminds him quite a bit of his daughter's Rin and Kiki. Because of this he is very protective of Muichiro despite being well aware of the fact that he can protect himself. He is very proud of him for all of his hard work.

Gyomei: He has a lot of respect for Gyomei and quite likes spending time with him when he can. In a way Gyomei kind of reminds him of his own father. Though he wishes that Gyomei would forgive himself for his past.

Kyojuro: He considers him one of his best friends. He loves spending time with Kyojuro. Whenever they have free time and aren't running off to go on missions he will invite Kyojuro out with him to catch up.

Igoro: He is actually rather fond of Igoro despite his rather stand-offish personality. Though he is VERY concerned about his mental state and hopes that someday he realizes that just because his family was shitty doesn't mean that he is shitty. (He wishes that he had been there the night he got rescued so he could have gone off on his cousin). However he refuses to admit that kaburamaru scares the fuck out of him because he does not want to hurt his feelings.

Mitsuri: He absolutely adores spending time with Mitsuri. He see's her as one of his best friends. Much like with Kyojuro he will invite her out with him to catch up when they have free time and aren't running off to go on missions, however they will occasionally end up trying to catch stray/loose cats so they can find them a home or find their home.

Sanemi: He is fond of Sanemi, however he is very concerned about how he treats his little brother and the fact that he is so openly willing to cause himself scars just to prove a point.

Tengen: He is fond of Tengen, however he wishes he were a bit more respectful of the lower level slayers, butterfly mansions nurses and kakushi (especially the girls). He also very much wants to show Tengen how to PROPERLY do makeup after hearing about what happened during his mission with the kamaboko squad.

Kocho: He likes spending time with Kocho when neither of them are busy which is very rare on her part. They work on quite a few projects regarding poison and medicine together especially since she was part of his inspiration.

Bonus: the master & former pillars

Master Ubuyashiki: He is very fond of the master much like the rest of the pillar's and he is eternally grateful to him for allowing him to do what he feels is right.

Kanae: He was rather fond of the late flower pillar for the very short amount of time he knew her and he wishes he had gotten to know her more.

Shinjuro: While he is fond of the former flame pillar, it is safe to say that though he understands why he is how he is now, Ryu is disappointed in him. Though he does appreciate him taking mitsuri and igoro under his wing.

Jigoro (zenitsu & kaigaku's mentor): He is quite fond of the former thunder pillar and respects him quite a bit and is grateful to him for allowing him to observe his breathing techniques as an inspiration for one of his own.

Sakonji (Urokodaki/ giyuu & tanjiro's mentor): He has only met him a couple times when he comes to visit Giyuu, the first time being when he walked Giyuu home from final selection (it was on his way home since he lived on the neighboring mountain at the time). He respects him quite a bit although there are rare occasions when he reminds him of giyuu's crow.

[bonny-kookoo]

OT7: Sunset Songs 1

In which a hybrid is nothing but a status symbol, a pet, a sign of wealth and power- or are you maybe more than that?

Tags/Warnings: another hybrid fic shut up, Idol!OT7, Puppy hybrid!Reader, stigmatization and shitty views on hybrids, romance, angst

Additional Chapter Warnings: Hints of angst, unfair treatment of puppy but she's fine with it/used to it, best boys bangtan tho

Chapter Length: short/mid

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The award show is nothing out of the ordinary for you anymore.

Ever since the company had bought you for them, you've been a fixed part of their schedule as well, coming along to almost everything. It's typical for idols and other celebrities to own a hybrid once they have enough money and have accumulated a good fanbase; it's at this point almost tradition. And while you've heard a lot of horrible stories connected to the abuse of hybrids; you don't mind being with them at all.

You don't mind.

"Do you want some water?" Jimin asks, leaning a bit forward to make sure he doesn't have to yell over the music too much. They've already performed- and are now sitting on the sides, watching the other artists present their songs on stage. Namjoon had shaken his head when he'd noticed they didn't provide a seat for you- but one look around confirmed for him that every hybrid present was simply sitting on the carpet provided instead. It's the same as always, but he still hates it.

Fans always go wild about those interactions.

You simply nod your head at Jimin, the singer instantly searching for any of the bottled water- asking around, before he looks back at you apologetically. "It's fine!" you tell him above the loud music, before you turn around, watching the stage with your back leaned against his leg. You look up when someone starts to play with your hybrid ear; Taehyung grinning down at you before you turn your head back towards the stage, his hand remaining as his fingers move over the soft fur on your ears. It's a habit of his, you've noticed.

While some absolutely don't like it, others see it as something cute; they praise the group for treating you not like a pet or a maid but a person, while keeping the balancing act up as to not show anything that might be considered 'inappropriate'.

Those interactions, such as letting you sleep in their beds with them, or even making flirtatious comments, are kept behind closed doors. In public, you're nothing but platonic, a simply tender pet and owner situation.

You cough a bit, ears instantly pinned back as you feel rather watched by the cameraman now- it's your first public appearance after being a bit sick previously, news having had instantly picked up on it, creating rumors of possible mistreatment towards you as it's mostly the case when a hybrid is hidden from public view- and companies lied all the time about any accusations. But for you, it had really been just a simple sickness situation; and while you're not contagious anymore, you're visibly not up to one hundred percent of your health yet. "here." Jungkook says from the side, a hand on your back as he gives you his half empty bottle of water. "I already asked for some, they must've forgotten. You can have mine." he explains, and you nod thankfully, emptying the plastic container eagerly, cool liquid heaven on your still scratchy throat. He knows that they didn't forget. They simply didn't bother.

It's moments like these that remind you why you absolutely don't mind the booming music and many people and lights around you, even if they stress you out. You're with them; and you love them, because they're more than just nice to you.

Namjoon always takes you out for long walks and trips, loves to go hiking with you whenever he can. Seokjin enjoys your carefree nature; always up to play around with you, uncaring how ridiculous he might start acting, because you'd never find him weird. Yoongi takes long naps with you, and keeps you in his studio often because you're not only a very good listener, but you also remind him to take breaks and rest if he becomes too focused to remember anything around him. Jimin and you like to have cozy times at home- his days off happily spent with you lazing on the couch with him, hidden away from the outside world, just the two of you. And while Taehyung likes to sing to you and have you listen to him ranting about whatever daydream he might be having, Jungkook and you are always up to no good, testing out recipes he's found on the internet, or playing games until you end up playfully wrestling around.

So you don't mind the sleepless nights, public judgement and hectic schedule at all. You don't mind that your love will never be more than just platonic and unreturned in the way you love them;

You don't mind any of that, as long as you can stay with them.

[kkusuka]

Unsupervised

Dabi/ Touya Todoroki x Fem reader

Genre: Smut

Synopsis: You haven’t seen Dabi in a year and he seems to miss you a whole bunch.

words: 1.9k

Cw: minor manga spoilers, slight degrading, overuse of the word doll, you get walked-in on and I'm sure there's a word for that I just can't think of, voyeurism

The threat of being arrested loomed over your boyfriend's head since becoming a villain. Apparently, the fear of never being free again was stomped out by his ambition to overthrow his father.

So when he was captured during an ambush, you felt your heartbreak for him. No matter what had happened in his childhood, life in prison was the only outcome you could think would happen.

Your heart shattered when you were proven right.

You haven't seen Dabi in a year, he was constantly being transferred into higher security prisons. Not to mention the times you tried to visit but he was placed in solitary right before, his bad habit of getting into fights finally caught up to him.

The time made you think about all the nights you spent laying under the stars talking about your future, a peaceful life, maybe a family. Or all the evenings you would dance around your living room in that shitty apartment as a soft waltz plays from the speaker. You’ll never get the chance to have a nice wedding or that baby girl, he would treat so well-

“Um, Y/n? You’ve been cleared to enter.”

Shooting your head up at the mention of your name you take notice of the guard holding the door to the visitation rooms open. You could feel his eyes on you as you placed the fashion magazine back into its place, before grabbing your small purse and walking over to the man.

He led you down a monotonous hallway bringing you to a stop before door number 12.

As he went to open the door he asked once more if you had anything in your purse that could aid in an escape of a high-class prisoner, you're sure the reminder of just who your boyfriend is was a dig at you. But you couldn't even care about that.

He warned you one last time before opening the door and stepping in, taking a second to stand there when a deep familiar voice rang out from the depth of the room,

“Dude, no offense but I was getting in the mood to see my girl, and seeing you really turned me off, where is she anyway?”  you rushed to step in immediately noticing the taunting smirk on his scarred face, “ah! There she is! How are ya Doll?”

Unable to hide your overwhelming rush of emotions, you almost ran towards the man, who promptly stood, letting you wrap your arms firmly around his waist. He maneuvered his still cuffed wrists over your head, pressing you into his body.

Slightly swaying your bodies, he lifted his head towards the guard, who was stationed in the corner by the door ( observation, a skill you picked up from one of Dabi’s impromptu survival lessons) raising his hands, “Man couldn't you undo these one time? They're ruining our reunion.”

You let out a soft, wet laugh at the humor that you missed so much, letting a sniffle out as he stuffed his cheek into your hair, eyes still burning into the guard.

“You know we can’t Mr. Todoroki, it’s against policy for high-class profiles”  You could tell this guy did not like you or your boyfriend and wanted to make sure you knew it.

At the excuse, Dabi let out a loud groan and spun you to sit on the couch adjacent to the chair he plopped himself onto. Settling from across from him you finally got to take a look at him, the look was reciprocated as he stared back at you.

He wasn't as skinny as you expected, that meant he was eating well, or as well as he could in this situation. His skin looked less blistered, definitely from the lack of quirk use. The staples on his hands were replaced with actual stitches and seemed to be healing.

But most notably was the white roots poking out of his dyed locks, something you would never see. He would dye his roots the second his natural color peaked through. It was almost like looking at a different person.

But his eyes, the slight upturn of his lips as he smirked back at you, and the deep chuckle when he noticed your stare. All telltale signs he was the same man you knew, and loved, for the last six years of your life.

“Whatcha lookin’ at doll?”

You couldn't help but let out a smile at the nickname, “Your hair, and your eyes, and your arms, and your, your everything. I can't believe it’s really you” Yu tried to laugh the last phrase out but your soft sobs got in the way.

He gave you a smile and held his arms out, making small ‘grabby hands’ at you, motioning you to come back into his arms.

“Well you didn't come all this way to just look at me, and, dude can’t you just take ‘em off for a minute. These things are totally ruining our moment”

Before the man could answer an intercom blared into the room a fight had broken out in the main corridor and they needed all guards in the area. Meaning he had to leave, at least for a few minutes.

He shot the both of you a look, reaching to grab his keys from his belt, opening the door, “I will be right back, I’m locking the door, the cuffs are staying on. The door will be locked until I come back, no funny business. Am I understood?”

You gave the man a curt nod as he shut the dock, as the lock clicked in place you were thrown onto the couch, your coat and purse threw to the floor. Dabi was looming over you in seconds, pulling his arms apart snapping the chain of his handcuffs.

“H-hey! What-”

“Doll, I haven't gotten off in a year and all of a sudden you show up and we were handed a golden opportunity I will not waste”  he growled as he slipped your top off.

Reaching behind you he unhooked your bra, throwing it into some corner of the room, something he’ll probably manage to sneak back into his cell with. He kneeled in between your legs leaning to take a nipple into his mouth, rolling the other, maintaining eye contact.

“Fuck I missed these, my head doesn’t give you credit, mouse” you missed this, you missed his voice, you missed the way he bit your neck as a hand reached down to maneuver your shorts down your legs.

He lifted his head, admiring the marks he left on your neck, pushing you to sit against the armrest. Then pulling your thighs to his shoulders pressing his face into your dripping core. Giving it a small lick and a guttural rumble from his throat. “Oh, baby you shaved just for me? Now I've got to give you a taste. And you’re just as wet as I remember”

Attaching his lips to your clit, giving it a suck, you followed his command of playing with your hard nipples aiding in the build of your orgasm. Reaching a hand to hand onto his colored locks, pulling him closer to you while tightening your thighs around his head. His chuckle sent shivers to your core, adding to the wetness.

His tongue was shoved deeper into your cunt as you clench around him, riding through your orgasm. Letting you fall onto the couch, painting as he released his cock from his boxers

“You know what to do Doll, get in position.”

You couldn't forget how he wanted you if you tried. It's been buried, fucked really, into you. You're sure you would have pulled your knees to your chest, opening yourself completely, presenting yourself to him, as he fucked you.

He laughed at your submissiveness, “I’ve trained you that well? All this time and you're still my cockwhore! Say it, tell me I was a bitch in heat you are for me.”

Instead of letting you answer he fully sheathed himself in your heat, his hips flushing against yours.

“I’m not hearing you talk Doll! ‘Cmon you’ve said it before, tell me how much you love my dick in your pussy.” he accompanied each word with a roll of his hips, brushing into your clit. Bringing a hand up to roll your nipple.

“I-i’m a whore for you cock, I’m a-a well-trained bitch in heat”  

“Hah! Yes, you are, my bitch in heat!”

He was pounding you into the couch, thrusting with his entire body weight straight into your cervix. Your mind was a mess of his soft growls and the finger rubbing circles around your throbbing clit. Only knowing the feeling of his cock re-carving his way into your cunt.

Mid-thrust the door swung open and you could make out the face of the shocked guard frozen in the doorway. Dabi shot a glare over his shoulder at the intruder before letting out a mocking laugh as he slowed his hip, eliciting a whine from you.

In a second, Dabi fell back, dropping you onto his cock, facing the shocked guard, who was opening his mouth attempting to speak.

“Dude, don't just stand there,” Dabi mocked snapping the guard out of whatever trance he was in, he opted to step in and shut the door going back into his former stance, “ha! Give him a show doll!”

He helped you start off by picking up your hips and dropping you back onto his cock, settling you into a steady rhythm. When you try to hang your head and look into Dabi’s burning eyes, he seems to have other ideas.  

He placed his hand under your chin and pushed your face to meet the eyes of your observer, “Not at me baby, give ‘em a show, it's what he stayed for afterall” keeping with your rhythm his other hand flew down to your clit, fondling with it, laughing when you let out a gasp of his name.

You felt eyes fall onto your bouncing breasts, taking Dabi’s words too great you reached a hand to play with your pebbles nipples, letting out a pornstar worth moan, and Dabi let out a fake moan to pair with yours.

As you felt the coil in your core begin to grow, you lost your pace opting to let Dabi bounce you on his cock until he took mercy and flipped you over, throwing a leg over his shoulder.

Sensing you were close Dabi aimed for the spot in your depths, “Please, gonna cum, Please, please!” the coil was getting tighter and your cunt was squeezing him.

“Go, whore” and with that you fell apart around his cock, milking his orgasm from him as he shoved his cum, farther into your cavern.  

A minute of breathing passed before he peeled himself off you and glanced towards the guard who choked out a command to clean yourselves up and that you only had five minutes left. Scouring the room for your clothes, Dabi surprised you when he handed your bra back until you noticed him pocketing your panties.

After staying in his arms for whatever remaining time you had left, the same guard came back and yanked the man off you and replaced the broken handcuff, locking them on his wrists.

As he was escorted out he glanced back, winked, announcing, “Bye-bye Doll, wait for next time, I’ll stuff your throat full, ok? Just wait.”  

Two weeks and he’ll have to make do on that promise.

[kiranogareru]

STAR GAZING

WARNING: Language, but this is all fluffyyyy

A/N: I present to you, my first requested work. Dedicated to @mysticmaee I apologize for taking so long, I hope this meets your expectations. Enjoy and again I'm so so sorry it took me so long

Y/n and Bakugou -as much as he refuses to admit it- have been pretty good friends for a while and they recently started dating

Katsuki is well aware of the fact that he isn't all that good at this whole relationship thing!

He knows how a relationship is supposed to be like, he's read all those things about them in novels before and even though they appeared unrealistically perfect to him, Bakugou couldn't help but compare himself and feel inferior to those fictional men and their romancing abilities!

He has observed how well Y/N seems to be fitting the role of a girlfriend and has taken mental notes of the way she always shows him how she feels, whether that's through words or affectionate little gestures, such as simply holding his hand!

Bakugou has never really been the type for physical contact, one could even say he is quite touch starved in all honesty, which makes him a little bit timid to show her his appreciation that way, since it makes him feel uncomfortable and it gives him this weird fluttery feeling inside

The blonde thinks back to the short time they have shared as a couple and how sweet Y/n has been to him, even before, when they were just friends and he insisted on pushing her away!

Bakugou is suddenly left dumbstruck, when he comes to realize that he never even asked her out properly! She just kind of blurted out her feelings and he simply claimed her as his..and by his, he means his one weakness, but of course it goes without saying that he would never reveal that!

He then decides that he wants to try harder. He knows he can do better 'I can be the best boyfriend she's ever had, I'll be her number one!' he tells himself

'She put so much effort into approaching me and I know I made it even more difficult -I can't help it, that's just how I am- but the least I can do is put in just as much effort, it's only fair!'

He doesn't want to be a shitty boyfriend, because for 1 he knows that's not what she deserves and 2 he's the best, he's not one of those stupid extras, who would let her slip right through their fingers!

'It's time I finally lowered my defenses' he thinks, although he's still hesitant of showing his softer side and unsure of what that can possibly lead to

Katsuki walks in silence as he rakes his brain for a way to make it up to Y/n for the way he's been so far.

It's not like he's treating her bad or anything, as a matter of fact he is at his calmest when he's around her and all he does is admire the way her beautiful e/c eyes sparkle when she's focused on something she enjoys, or how her face lights up when she's happy, or he revels in the taste of her lips against his own whenever they share an unexpected kiss!

This warm feeling spreads throughout his chest and blood rushes to his cheeks, tinting them with a shade of pink, at the thought of the memories!

That's when it hits him and the perfect idea pops up in his head. If he's learnt anything from romance novels, it's the fact that every relationship starts with a date!

And that's something they haven't done yet, which gives Katsuki the opportunity to change that!

"Katsu?" Y/n stops in her tracks, making him break out of his trance and do the same

"You zoned out, is everything ok?" She asks with a soft smile, placing a hand on his cheek

"Tch, everything's fine dumbass, I'm just thinking" Bakugou returns the smile, resting his hand at the back of her neck, gently pulling her head closer and leaning in to leave a chaste kiss on her forhead

Y/n is left speechless and her cheeks burn up at the sudden action, Bakugou doesn't usually behave this way, especially not in public!

'I don't know what he's been thinking about, but I'm pretty sure it has something to do with this adorable change' She ponders

Y/n is quick to wrap her arms around him and bury her face in his chest, inhaling the scent of burnt caramel and cologne -something that she's grown so accustomed to, that it now brings her comfort

Bakugou's eyes widen in surprise and he lets out a breath as he relaxes, bringing one hand to her head as his other one makes it's way to her back to hold her close

They stand there in each other's embrace for a bit, before they decide to continue their walk to the dorms, hand in hand

•••

Once they reach the dorms, they catch the attention of a few of their classmates and friends. It's only logical though, since a smiling Bakugou Katsuki is not a sight one could easily miss!

The rest of the day goes by pretty quick as usual, since everyone is studying either alone or in groups, but once that's out of the way most of the students normally spend their free time by engaging in their hobbies of choice

While Y/n is hanging out with Jirou in the purple haired girl's room, singing and having a good time, Bakugou takes that chance to go to the kitchen and set his plan in motion

He has all the time he needs to prepare a few things for later

While the ruby eyed boy is in the middle of cooking, Sero walks into the kitchen, Kaminari following close behind him

"Kacchan?!" Kaminari exclaims in surprise

"Hm?" Katsuki turns around and realizes he has an audience

"How come you're cooking today?" Sero questions in confusion

It's not uncommon for the explosive boy to cook for his classmates, but he had done so just a few days ago already, that's what didn't sit right with Sero

"All of you extras cook like shit, tonight we're having some actual food!" Bakugou's voice remains low in volume, but his usual aggression is evident in his tone

"It smells amazing, what is it?" Sero technically drooling as he walks over to check

"I bet it's something spicy!" Kaminari declares, knowing his friend's taste

"Damn right Dunce Face! Let's hope you idiots can handle it this time! Tch" Bakugou tries to mask the smile forming on his face with his signature, cocky, smirk

"Kaminari.." Sero gives the electric blonde a look

"I know right!" Kaminari laughs, returning the look

"What are you idiots on about?" Bakugou raises an eyebrow

•••

As soon as the table is set and dinner is served, the students pick up on something unusual

"Hm? Where did Bakubro go?" Kirishima points out, while looking around the room

Kaminari and Sero stand back to back with a hand on their chin and wearing a knowing expression of confidence on their faces! The sparkles surrounding them are technically visible at this point

"What do you know? Spill the tea!" Mina interrogates with a pointed look

"Has anyone seen Y/n? I thought I saw her come downstairs earlier.." Jirou asks, seemingly popping up out of nowhere

"They are probably fu-" Sero wraps Mineta up using his tape with an unbothered face

"Shut up you nasty grape!" He scolds "They are on a date! We are sure of it!" He continues pridefully

"Who knew Bakugou could be so good with the ladies, right!" Kaminari comments, almost in disbelief

Meanwhile Y/n is comfortably sitting on a blanket behind the dorms with Bakugou. The night air feels cool on her skin, but not cold enough to give her goosebumps. It is rather refreshing if anything

They place their now empty dishes on the tray that's sitting in front of them and Bakugou pushes it aside

"That was delicious!" A look of content spreading on her features

"Hm, of course it was!" He cocky voice sounds. A winning smile playing on his lips

"Katsuki, this is so sweet..thank you" Y/n softly speaks, tilting Bakugou's head slightly with a hand on his cheek and leaving a feather-like kiss on the other

"You don't need to thank me dumbass..you deserve it!" His tone calm and loving

Bakugou lifts his hand and places it over her smaller one that is resting on his face

They lie down on the blanket, eyes staring at the wide night sky, littered with sparkling gems

"That one reminds me of you!" The excitement clear in her voice as she points at the sky

"How can a star remind you of me dumbass?" His laughs in amusement

"The way it shines looks like an explosion, it's powerful and beautiful!" Her explanation flusters the blonde momentarily, but he gathers himself and starts looking for the perfect star

"That one right there is you then!" He gestures towards it

"Is it now? How can a star remind you of me eh?" She teases

"It stands out, it's so bright and has such a stong presence!"

"Katsu..you idiot" She murmurs feeling bashful

"Huh who are you calling an idiot, idiot?"

Y/n intertwines her hand with his and Bakugou tenses up!

He still isn't used to the gentle gesture, since he has always perceived his hands as weapons, however as he eases into it he starts rubbing small circles on the back of her hand with his thumb

"This side of you is so soothing, so intoxicating~" She smiles before continuing

"I'm so lucky to be the one who gets to see you so peaceful..Dynamite" He is caught off guard by the mention of his hero name, which only she knows this far

The first reaction that comes to his mind is to kiss her and his body acts just as fast, pulling both her and himself to sit up and doing exactly that

His lips connect to hers in an uncharacteristically slow and passionate kiss! It is as if Bakugou is pouring everything that he can't put into words in this kiss!

He pulls away with his confidence restored

"Do you want to be mine?"

"I'm my own person idiot and we're already dating!" She laughs, knowing what he meant, but wanting to mess with him regardless

"I know that dumbass! You think I would date some sort of weakling?" He asks matter-of-factly

"I'm already yours and you're all mine!" She boasts

"Damn right!" Bakugou cups her face in one hand, tilting it upwards and leaning down slightly to capture her lips with his once more

[matthewtkachuk]

you can't make anyone care about you - matthew tkachuk

you can do everything right, but you can't control how others treat you

pairing: matthew tkachuk x reader

warnings: angst (soz), references to sex but no smut

word count: 400 (she's short babes)

a/n: me this morning: SHOULD I WRITE A CUTE WIP me earlier to the discord: how do you write fluff 🥰 me tonight: i'm gonna break my own heart obligatory 'i don't think matt's really like this in person' disclaimer

“You can’t make anyone care about you.”

It’s shitty and jarring and painful. But more than anything, it’s true, and it’s a reminder you need to hear.

You can’t make anyone care about you.

You can’t make someone put in the effort. Communication is a two way street, and you can’t help it if they’re headed for a dead end. You can beg and cry and scream and bargain, but at the end of the day you have to accept it.

You can’t make anyone care about you.

You can text him in the morning, and wish him luck before every game. You can cheer him on from the stands, or his living room, or your dark apartment all alone. You can tell him you’re proud of him even when the outcome isn’t what he wants, when he breaks his stick and bites down so hard on his lip that it bleeds.

You can’t make anyone care about you.

You can wear the prettiest lingerie and shave everywhere and curl your hair and put on your best lipstick. You can wait in his bed, and take comfort in his kiss and wandering hands, and let him chase his own release without any consideration for yours. You can leave with your pride injured and your thighs sore when he doesn’t ask you to stay.

You can’t make anyone care about you.

You can pick up his parents from the airport. You can laugh with his brother’s girlfriend and you can have a near four hundred day streak with his sister. You can make friends with Johnny Hockey’s fiancee, and babysit his captain’s kids and volunteer your time with the Flames Foundation. You can pretend it doesn’t hurt when he goes home to St. Louis and you don’t hear from him the entire summer until you’re a booty call at 2 am in the fall.

You can’t make anyone care about you.

On a cold and grey February morning you can finally put your foot down and demand better for you, from him. You can pack your toothbrush and coconut shampoo and eucalyptus candle. You can leave behind the jersey bearing his last name and the diamond earrings he bought you for your birthday. You can tell him you hope he treats the next one better than he ever treated you.

You can’t make anyone care about you. Not even when you do the right things. Not even when you care for them more than you’ve ever cared for anyone.

But you can begin to care for yourself.

[shwazzberryswriting]

7 Steps to Forgiveness

Pairing: Yangyang x Original Female Character|Reader

Genre: Alternate Universe - College/University, Romance with Fluff

Summary: When given a second chance, what will Yangyang do to be forgiven?

Word count: 9.3k+

Rating/Warnings: Mature / Explicit Sexual Content; Smut, Kissing, Oral Sex (F receiving, M giving), Nipple Play, Nipple Licking, Vaginal Fingering, Penis in Vagina Sex

*Sequel Fic to Raising Liberty*

Author’s Note: So...I didn't intend to consider on whether or not I'd write sequel fics to my NCT Frat House Series 🥤 until I was closer to finishing the series but here we are! 🤡 I hope I will stop getting distracted and get back on schedule with my main Frat series. Apologies if I miss any errors, I try my best when I proofread but I don't always catch everything. **Please let me know if the links aren't working**

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7 Steps to Forgiveness

GIF Credit: tten

Step: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

Prologue They sat on opposite sides of her olive green couch, though Bian noticed every tick of Yangyang’s arm or leg whenever he shifted his body around. After a few minutes, he slid over to sit beside her. He never did have much patience. The warmth from his body had goosebumps forming along her arm. Yangyang was wearing nothing aside from a white towel wrapped around his waist.

His clothes were being washed, and he’d claimed he felt comfortable in the towel. She didn’t need to dig through her wardrobe to find him an oversized tshirt and shorts. It was obvious he wanted to remind her what his bare skin looked like, though. It annoyed her how he gave self satisfied grins whenever she locked eyes with him.

“When you said we couldn’t kiss for a month, were you serious?” he asked. She felt a cold shiver ride up her back.

Yangyang had treated her like another hookup after they’d made confessions to each other about their feelings. In response to his selfish actions, Bian had left Yangyang in her past, unwilling to let him take up too much of her emotional space. And yet, they’d come back together and Yangyang was in her apartment, taking her hand into his.

“You can kiss me here,” she pointed to her cheeks, “and here.” She held up the hand he was holding, pushing it closer to his lips. “That’s it, Player of the Year.”

“Lulu’s really mean with her nicknames,” he said, referring to her best friend. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, resting his hand on her neck. Her skin felt warm where he’d kissed her.

“Whatever,” she said with a chuckle, taking his hand from her neck and intertwining her fingers with his. “You never denied being a player.”

“I’m not a player,” he said, sitting up straight so they could look each other directly face to face. “Not anymore. I was too busy taking care of Libby with you, and then when I walked out of your place that morning we hooked up, I felt like shit. I really fucked things up with you, and you’re the only one I want to be with.”

“Poor little frat boy,” Bian said, rolling her eyes. “You could have walked back to my place and apologized.”

Yangyang had been staying in the apartment directly across from hers’. It would have taken no more than ten steps to walk to her place to knock on the door and apologize.

“And have you throw more things at me?”

She cringed, squeezing his hand. She’d thrown a shoe at him when she caught him trying to dip out the morning after they’d slept together.

“You’re right,” she said, “but you would have deserved it. I should have put a shitty whipped cream pie together and thrown it in your face. I would have forgiven you that day.”

“Good to know,” he replied. He tapped a finger to his temple. “I’ll remember that the fastest way to forgiveness is a whipped cream pie to the face, like a cartoon.”

“That’s only if you let me throw the pie in your face within 30 seconds of the offense. Your grace period expired a long time ago.”

His breath landed on her neck and she shut her eyes as Yangyang’s hand squeezed hers for a second. He planted a chaste kiss onto her cheek before resting his head onto her shoulder.

“So how long before I can be your boyfriend?” he asked. “Like, your real boyfriend? How many days is a month to you? Like, 30 days? Or like, four 7-day weeks?”

“I don’t know,” she replied, letting go of his hand so she could run her hands through his hair, pressing her body against his. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist as they looked into each other’s eyes. “You’re the one who fucked up. Show me what it means to have you as my boyfriend, not this bad boy who was hooking up with my roommate when I first met you. If you do really well I might forgive you faster than you think. If you suck at it I don’t have to put up with your bullshit.”

He mulled over her words as she continued to run her hands through his hair slowly. She’d spent a couple months barely allowing herself much room to think about Yangyang, but having him in her arms made her miss him terribly. He’d been such a bright spot in her days when he was watching a stray kitten with her. And yet, he’d been the one to ruin their relationship. Being in his arms, she felt warm with comfort but still felt the heat of pain he’d caused her.

“You’re such a jerk,” she said, blinking away some tears. “I missed you, Yangyang.”

She wanted to kiss him, but she also wanted to punch him. Instead, she let him go and stood up as she heard the clothes washer’s tune sound off, alerting her that the clothes were done washing. He stood with her and they walked back toward the narrow hallway behind her kitchen and bathroom.

“I missed you,” he said when she’d put his clothes into the dryer. He leaned up against the dryer and pulled her to him, placing his hands on her hips. His eyes softened as he rested his forehead against hers. “I really didn’t think I’d ever get a second chance. I’m so sorry for hurting you-”

“-Don’t tell me,” she said, throwing her hand up to touch his cheek. “Show me, and then, when the time is right, we can talk about apologies and forgiveness.”

He took her hand into his as he let her go. He kissed the back of her hand and said, “I’m ready to show you I’m the best boyfriend in the world.”

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To Step 1

[sorryimanon]

Character: Katsuki Bakugou

Warnings/tags: heart warming fluff, language, and suggestive themes

Word count: 2.5k

In which your boyfriend takes it upon himself to pamper you on his day off.

Author’s note: some self indulgent fluff. this is a continuation of dad!bakugou and torch daughter. there will be more. enjoy :)

D/N= daughters name

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Katsuki heavily relied on you to babysit your rambunctious four year old daughter during the days when he'd be on patrol from dusk till dawn. Very rarely would he be home before the two of you tucked yourselves in for the night, leaving him to eat the leftovers from dinner alone at the table. As sad as it is, it didn't bother you in the slightest. In fact, knowing Katsuki was keeping the crime rate of Japan low, you were more than happy to become a stay at home mom. Most of your friends tried to talk you out of it, but you were already settled after giving your two weeks notice at your low paying job. Waking up and seeing your daughter first thing in the morning is better than staring blankly at a bright screen all day behind a musty wall, running on nothing but decaf coffee, and sluggishly going to and fro like a zombie.

Ever since your daughter manifested her quirk, you’ve been trying your best to maintain her sudden outbursts while at home. The doctor prescribed it as Torch: the ability to become a human torch and ignite flames throughout your body and fingertips. For now d/n is only capable of setting herself on fire, using the flames as a barrier to protect her from any harm instead of combating. However, sometimes she'll forget to extinguish herself, having you to manually use an actual fire extinguisher on her. Burn marks would litter the outskirts of your shirts, the aftermath ash smudged on your face, and the tiny hairs on your forearms long gone after handling d/n.

Your boyfriend appreciates the way how you compose yourself around d/n, not allowing the temptation to fling the little gremlin out the window prevail, because if the roles were reversed it'd be a whole different story. Sometimes he sits back in his desk chair, after a long night of meandering around the city, and tries to remember the last time you were properly treated. Of course, Katsuki never fails to remind you day and night he loves you through his actions, some including selfish indulgence late at nights, but all in all he didn't lack being the hopeless romantic counterpart for you. He wanted you to take a break from it all, have him handle the at home duties and the slimy daughter. Leaning back against the chair with his brows furrowed slightly, he began to mentally plan out your day already.

It was a Friday when Katsuki forced himself out of the comfortable security that is your arms and walked with light feet to his daughters bedroom. Today is his day off, so he has to make sure everything goes smoothly or else he's going to have more burn marks on his office desk.

He didn't bother knocking first and saunters in the familiar space, the faint snores from d/n somehow relaxing him. Her walls were freshly painted a light shade of blue, the contrast not too saturated to peel the attention away from her posters that covered every inch of her room, all of which were pictures of his prohero colleagues. D/N had to beg for her father to purchase a Deku poster, one of which she saw don display when the both of you brought her to the mall for a quick trip. He internally cringes every time he makes eye contact with the lifeless eyes of Deku when he enters her room.

Katsuki neared his daughter and kneeled down to where his head was leveled with hers, chuckling lightly when finding a small pool of drool collecting on her cheek.

"Wake up little shit," he whispers, nudging her uncovered shoulder with his knuckles, startling her eyes to flutter open. D/n nearly gasped at the sight of her father. The covers that were wrapped snuggly around her fell at the foot of her bed when she jolted up in surprise, eyes brimming with excitement.

"It's today right? Mommy's day!" Katsuki covered her mouth with his abnormally large hand, not wanting her obnoxious voice to blow their cover.

"Yes, but you're gonna have to be quiet for daddy. Don't want to spoil the surprise for mommy, you understand ya little brat?"

Hand still attached to her mouth, d/n nodded her head feverishly, hands clenched into tiny fits. Once he thinks she's shimmered down a little, he finally removes his hand and motions her to follow him.

Meanwhile in the other room, you were still fast asleep, limbs not once switching from their position over the cozy blanket. The chill breeze from the propped window regulated your body temperature nicely, along with the beautiful songs sung by the birds that reside in the trees close by. You stirred awake momentarily, feeling the loss of a presence that's usually laying beside you during these times of slumber. Katsuki's side was empty, the indent from his body molded onto the foam mattress, leaving you to believe he woke up not that long ago.

After convincing yourself to leave the comfort of your bed, you decided to search for the missing blonde. You crack open the door to a weird combination of radio music blaring throughout the house, and the delicious smell of something cooking in grease. It's no doubt your boyfriends doing. He always likes to impress you with how skillful he is in the kitchen. He hasn't made a dish you disliked yet nor will he allow himself to do so.

Standing side by side, minus the height difference, d/n and Katsuki both were too immersed in their cooking to notice you leaning against the island counter, trying very hard to not cry instantly at the sight in front of you. Watching them interact together was definitely something you'd be treasuring for the years to come.

A rush of savory and sweetness infiltrated your senses, the scent strong enough to knock you back to sleep. As if he read your mind overnight, Katsuki took it upon himself to prepare your favorite breakfast dishes. The dinner table made for three already set by none other than d/n, who currently looked proud at her work and craftsmanship. A large vase was propped in the center, a collection of vibrant flowers stuffed to the brim, the water inside almost overflowing. Attached to one of the stems of the flowers was a tag, the handwriting sloppy and hard to decipher.

To my dumbass, love ya - K.B

You felt the delicate touch of your daughter wrapping her hand around yours, giving it a slight tug before pulling you into the kitchen again. Katsuki flicked his gaze to you now, flashing the same mischievous grin you grew to love. his hands simultaneously worked on the food while taming the animal, that is indeed your daughter, from bumping into the pan handles.

"What's all this for?" You asked, the question directly appointed to both your boyfriend and daughter.

"Oh, so I can't treat my sexy girlfriend to a good meal?" he teased while setting the burners to low, letting the food cool off before plating it. Your daughter audibly gagged at the comment and swatted Katsuki's arm.

D/N's tiny legs were faster than yours and reached the cabinet where the plates and cutlery were stored at. To her dismay, the cabinet was higher than she anticipated. trying her best to waiver down the disappointment as she climbed on the sleek marble counter top, losing her footing here and there. Katsuki caught her in time before she misplaced her footing and almost toppled onto the floor.

"May I need to remind you not to climb on the damn counter tops anymore d/n?" he scolded as he put her down before grabbing enough plates for everyone.

Pursing her lips tightly, she crossed her arms and said, "But if I'm going to be a future hero then I have to battle my way through tough obstacles!"

U.A's immense training and work studies came in handy when dealing with d/n's hard headed ideologies. It's been a stressful reoccurrence, having to constantly teach her the importance of being a hero at such a young age. Her impulsive tendencies mirrored the blondes old habit of taking action before thinking. But there was always a saying when storing away your fear and facing danger head on.

"That's true, but sometimes a little teamwork wouldn't hurt. Your father should know a thing or two about that when he was a young U.A student," you said as you patted her head.

"What'd you say shitty woman? Talking crap so early in the morning already?" a strange popping sound alerted you to turn around, only to find Katsuki flaring his flashy quirk with a glare that could splice you open.

But his alarming gaze wasn't the thing that was scaring you at the moment.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT USING YOUR QUIRK IN THE HOUSE! YOU'RE GONNA SET OFF THE FIRE ALARM AGAIN, IDIOT!"

-

You thought the smorgasbord of a breakfast was the last of your boyfriends romantic gestures, but you should've known better once he demanded you to change out of your sleep attire and into something to  wear outside. Not thinking twice about where he was dragging you to, including daughter, you decided to play it safe. He approved on your choice of ripped jeans, synthetic tank top, and thrown on cardigan once heading off to the car.

The car ride to the mysterious destination was short lived as your boyfriend pulled up into the driveway of his old house. Mitsuki stood waiting by the threshold of the doorway, waving her fingers sweetly to whom you can only assume was you and not her only son. She stepped off the porch once Katsuki shifted the car in park, unlocking the doors as well. His mother reached the side where d/n stayed strapped in her seat and yanked the door open.

"Ah my little princess! How have you been? I missed you so much!" She unbuckled d/n's seat belt and flattened her in a tight hug, squeezing till her eyes popped out. "I can't wait to spend the weekend with you baby girl! Are you excited to have a little fun with grandma?!"

"Calm the fuck down, you're gonna kill her if you keep squeezing!" Katsuki's voice boomed out of the window.

"Oh pipe down you little shit I'm not harming her! Also don't talk to me like that! You're old enough to treat me with some respect by now!"

"SHUT UP YOU OLD HAG! JUST TAKE THE LITTLE GREMLIN AND GO!"

After the heated exchange, Katsuki eventually calmed down and drove the two of you back to the house in complete silence. It was quite a shift in a sense of environment wise. By now d/n would be begging you to make her some pudding or pour her a cup of lemonade, then place yourselves in front of the tv watching a random kids program till evening. Tonight you lend the torch to your boyfriend, allowing whatever devious plan he conjured up to unfold.

Before you could shuffle into your shared bedroom, Katsuki placed his calloused hands onto your cramped shoulders. Merely centimeters from your ear, he laid a chaste kiss on the area beneath it, smiling at your innocent reaction to his sudden actions and nuzzled into the crook of your neck. You smelt the familiar scent of caramel and men’s soap, both of which you undoubtably loved when combined.

“Suki?” Upon hearing his nickname, Katsuki quirked an eyebrow at you. “What’s with all the romantic gestures lately? Cooking my favorite breakfast, the flowers, and our daughter. Don’t get me wrong, I love her! It’s just nice not to worry about if she’ll set the curtains on fire again.”

You felt the vibrations of him chuckling behind you.

“Isn’t it obvious? I just want to fuck the shit out of you,” you sat paralyzed by his bluntness. his tuft hair tickled the underside of your chin, earning him an acute giggle from you. “I’m just kidding, pretty face. I figured you needed a weekend where you just relax and did nothing. Let me do all the work. That’s including getting rid of the brat.”

Shifting in his arms to where you can face him, you can now see the adoration oozing from usual heated glare of his vermillion eyes, the scowl long gone and replaced with a soften feature not so many from the outside can witness. To think this was the man you devoted yourself and love for, to allow him to bare witness anything and everything you endure. He’s a man of showing his compassion through his actions, not lousy words of affirmations that anyone could sputter out and proclaim its love. No, he reflects back everything right with the world, even when you felt the weight of it searing through your system, dragging it down with you. The same explosive blonde awaits patiently by the opening for you to enter, no matter how long it’ll take for you to accept his love. Because he’ll be there. Waiting.

And here he is waiting. In your arms to repeat those three words you made out from watching the movement of his lips.

The words leave your mouth effortlessly, the proclamation hanging in the air between you two.

“I love you too, Katsuki. Thank you so much, for everything.” Like so, you kiss the plump flesh of his lips, the same inflammation of your heart burning as before. The strong muscle of his tongue prods your entrance, practically begging by licking your bottom lip. Katsuki grabbed your chin as gentle as he could muster, titling it for a better leverage to explore your mouth in return. Your hands trailed across the defining shape of his collarbones, rubbing any part of his body so that your fingers remained busy. Both of you hum in satisfaction, relishing in the feeling of the intimate moment. To your disliking, he removes his lips from yours and hovers instead, panting from the mini-make out session seconds ago.

“I’m going to marry you some day, mark my words. So don’t act fucking stupid when I pop the question,” he hotly proclaims, not once removing those piercing red eyes from yours. That’s when you knew he wasn’t bullshitting. If there’s one thing you learned about Katsuki over the years of dating, is that he doesn’t throw out promises in the air nonchalantly without keeping them. You can vaguely hear the ominous sound of wedding bells in your ears.

“Sounds intriguing. I always wanted to see you in a suit and tie.”

“Ya know, maybe someday might be tomorrow-.”

You cut him off with a scorching peck, making his eyes widen and dilate with every given second you laid your lips onto his. “Shut up babe and ravish me already.”

A mischievous grin forms on his mouth as he links his arms around the back of your knees and hoists you over his shoulder. He erupted into fits of laughter after hearing you squeak from the abruptness. The door to your shared bedroom came into view, your boyfriend kicking it with his free foot before entering through the threshold.

“You’re in for a long night sweetheart. Now that our daughter isn’t here, I’m not holding back on anything,” he threatens as he lays you down on the comforter.

Another thing you learned from your relationship. Katsuki is always true to his word.

-

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'tis the damn season

frankie/reader | childhood friends to lovers | pre-canon

wc: 1.8k/2.5k

summary: At one point in your lives, you knew Frankie better than anyone else on earth. When did that change?

warnings: none

an: don't let anyone tell you that second person doesn't work from another character's perspective, least of all yourself while editing

Masterpost | ao3

Chapter 2: Who am I Related to?

December 8, 2012 18:57

Hudson’s was a shitty bar just up highway 210 outside of Fort Bragg, the nearest watering hole to the base as the crow flies.

As a result, it served pretty damn near exclusively military personnel. When it changed ownership about four years back, the new management decided to reflect that and so the place looked like the Fourth of July and Top Gun had thrown up on it. Never mind that Fort Bragg was an Army base. Still, they had cheap booze and greasy food that was far better than the commissary, so it was always busy.

Pope had texted the usual suspects a few hours ago that he was heading to Hudson’s that evening, making Frankie immediately ditch his plans of drinking alone for drinking with Pope and whoever else showed up. Most likely just Benny and Ironhead now that Redfly had semi-retired down to Florida. It was a short drive to the bar from the dorms on base, but it was enough to make Frankie groan and press hands to his lower back as he got out of his car and made his way inside.

Pope was sitting at the bar and didn’t look up from texting on his phone as Frankie gingerly eased into the stool next to him.

“Hey, Fish,” Pope said, rereading the email.

“Hey.” At the bartender’s attention, Frankie pointed to Pope’s beer before daring a slight back stretch.

Pope sent his email and then looked over. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just finished PT.”

He chuckled once. “Back still fucked?”

“More tired than fucked anymore,” Frankie managed, shaking his head and wincing. The bartender delivered his beer, and Frankie took a swig. “When did we get old?”

“¿De qué estás hablando ‘nosotros’, viejo?”

Frankie jabbed an elbow and grinned slightly down at his next swig. “Culero.”

“Hey, before everyone gets here–” Pope looked at him, an oddly serious expression on his face for their usual bar. “I found out today you haven’t re-enlisted yet.”

Frankie immediately dropped his gaze to the suddenly very interesting glass in his hand. “Ah, no. No, I haven’t.”

“I’m trying to pull strings to get Benny into our unit full-time. I think he’d fit well with the team. Then Simmons tells me you haven’t signed your new papers yet. So what’s up?”

Frankie glanced over to see Pope still focused on him. “Nothing, nothing. I… I’m still thinking about it.”

He chuckled. “What’s there to think about?”

“We all want out someday, right? If we’re lucky enough to choose when we leave.”

“Yeah, but there’s thinking and thinking.” Pope smacked his shoulder. “What – are you gonna become a real estate agent like Redfly?”

No. Definitely not. Even just the idea of shilling condos was enough to make Frankie’s eyes glaze over. But still–

“Real estate agents make more money than we do.”

Pope made a considering face for a moment then brushed it off. “Yeah, but you’d miss it. You’re like me. We like the rush.”

Frankie nodded slightly. This is why he was still just thinking about it. It wasn’t a small thing to walk away from fourteen years with the Army. Especially since everyone knew the retirement benefits were absolute shit until you hit twenty. But he could already tell, he didn’t have another six years in him. He wasn’t even sure he had another deployment.

“You know the deadline’s New Year’s, right?” Pope said, cutting through his thoughts.

“Yeah, I know. I have some leave I have to take before the year’s out anyway.”

Pope nodded. “Good. Clear your head, get some perspective. See how fucking boring civvy life is, and then come back Jan 2 and join my team.”

Frankie smiled wryly; Pope always could make anything sound easy. “Something like that.”

“You have holiday plans then?” he asked, leaning an elbow on the bar.

Frankie sucked in breath. “I guess I’ll go back to my parents’. My mom’s been wanting me to visit for a while now.”

“How long’s it been?”

“I saw them in DC last summer, but I haven’t been back home… since I joined Delta.”

“Remind me where they’re at.”

“Up north. Little town in the middle of nowhere. Still in the same house I grew up in.” He could picture the wreath on the door, the twinkling lights his dad always strung across the front fence every December. A matching set used to be hung on the fence exactly opposite across the street. Who lived there now, he wondered. Would they put the tree in the front window too?

“Soldier coming home for Christmas. Sounds like a Hallmark movie.”

“Fuck you,” Frankie replied as the others finally arrived.

--

Frankie got his answer as he ducked out the front door of his parent’s house about a week later. His breath immediately fogged as he sucked in a few calming breaths of night air, the pressure in his head slowly levelling. Out in the still darkness, the noise level coming from the living room was finally manageable. Inside, with all of his cousins and his aunts and uncles and the music and everyone talking over each other and the heater set far too high for the number of people inside– he… he just needed a break.

Seven hours was a decent stint for his first day. He’d be around longer tomorrow. Wading in. That was the key. Because he was now the kind of person that had to treat time with his family like running a marathon. Apparently.

He walked down to the twinkling front fence, making a mental note to shovel the front walk tomorrow, and stopped. The house across the street – your house, as it would forever be in his mind – was completely dark. A small sign posted in the front yard announced some sort of home refurbishment company was going to be arriving soon. No doubt they would come in, strip away wallpaper and old tile and heart to paint it all beige and granite for the quick resell.

He hadn’t had the heart to ask his mother yet how long the house hadn’t belonged to your family. No need for another reminder of how much time had passed, how much he’d missed. He had more than enough already.

The front door opened behind him, casting a temporary warm glow across the dark snow, and his dad stepped out, pipe in hand. He meandered down the front steps to join Frankie at the gate, puffing a few times before speaking.

He shook his head. “It’d break his heart to see it so empty, but I understand why she sold,” he said, looking at the forlorn house with him.

“How long ago?” Frankie asked.

“Few months. Not too long after the funeral.” Dad looked his way for a moment. “I’ll give it ten minutes before I tell your mother you left.”

“I… thanks,” he replied weakly.

“Will you be back tomorrow?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be back.”

Dad nodded slowly, leaving just the pipe smoke wafting between them for a minute. “Take it slow, no need to rush.”

“Thanks.” He stepped through the gate, fishing in his pocket for his car keys.

“Francisco,” he said, making Frankie stop and look at him. “We’re glad you’re back.”

Frankie just nodded and went to his car. Even though he couldn’t bear another minute in the noisy press of his loved ones, the idea of going back to his lonely hotel room was truly abysmal. So after some finagling with the ignition, he started the engine and headed to the one bar he’d ever been to in his hometown.

--

There were Christmas lights in the window and a dancing Santa on the bar as Frankie walked in. Some sort of forcibly cheery holiday classic played over the speakers tucked between quirky memorabilia that hung over every square inch of wall space. And even though public smoking had been outlawed by the state well over a decade ago, cigarette stench had sunk into the very foundation of the place.

It was nothing like Frankie remembered. But it would do.

Eyes automatically sweeping across the moderately busy room for a Thursday night, he headed for a stool at the far end of the bar, ordering a beer when the bartender came by. It was just one step up from swill, but comfortably numbing in its mediocrity. He looked across the room again, checking for familiar faces this time and finding none. No surprise there. A decade was a long time, and really he hadn’t been around too much for the years before that too.

There were couples on dates here, friend groups, some sort of girls’ night happening in the corner, a few loners like him hovering at the bar. Most everyone was smiling, talking, laughing so hard their whole bodies shook. A whole world of Normal. And Frankie was a tourist.

Pope was right. He couldn’t go back to this. He couldn’t make it through one whole day with blood relatives anymore. What was he thinking? That he could just settle into a normal life like the last decade of his work was nothing? Get a 9-to-5 and a mortgage and a girl – not that he’d ever had too much luck in that department. Especially when there was one girl that eclipsed all others, and he didn’t even know her phone number any more.

The door opened, making the Santa on the bar dance, and every thought in Frankie’s head immediately stopped. His eyes drew wide as he stared, jaw barely restrained from slapping against his chest. Was it really – course it was, there wasn’t anyone else it could be. A whole century could pass, and he’d still know that face.

It was you.

Live, in the flesh you. Cheeks pinked from the wind, haloed by the street lights outside, wrapped in a truly astonishing number of woolen layers. Not a half-remembered fantasy, but Real and breathing and even more beautiful than his memory had claimed.

He watched you shake a few flurries out of your hair and stomp the excess snow off your boots, shutting the door behind you as you waved to the bartender. Your gaze swung across the bar, completely skimming past him, and landed on the girls’ night in the corner. You smiled. He stared.

You began to head over to the people you were obviously here to meet. On nothing but pure instinct, he immediately got out of his stool and followed you. Falling into step behind you, he stretched a hand forward to hook a few fingers inside your elbow.

You looked back at him, and for a heart-breaking breath there was no recognition in your eyes.

Till he gave you a half-smile and said, “Hey Bo.”

You blinked, mouth dropping open. “Frankie?” you asked.

He nodded.

Your astonishment ballooned so wide it froze your whole face solid for a moment. Then you laughed, out of far more shock than amusement, and gave him a smile all his own. “Oh my god!! You’re here!”

You immediately wrapped him in a hug. And though it took him a moment to return it, for the first time in ten whole years, he was home.

Chapter 3: Not my Homeland Anymore

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drunk dialing | writer wednesday

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Black!OFC

Summary: Angel's ex-girlfriend gives him a call one night when she has too much to drink.

Tags: Angst, Toxic!Angel, Unresolved Feelings, Alcohol Consumption.

Word Count: 1.5k

1:16.

“She doesn’t need anymore.”

The words barely register over the hustle and bustle of the packed sports bar. Basketball reruns play on the television, old school r&b blaring over the loudspeakers. The bartender takes one look at Summer and the way her frame is slumped over just slightly, the way her dark brown eyes have glazed over, and nods his agreement. From their places on barstools, her friends thank him, not-so-subtly sneaking glances at Summer from the corners of their eyes. She can’t bring herself to care. They don’t understand. She’s drowning in the liquor but also an ocean of misery. The waves steadily pull her down further at each turn.

No one understands, so she takes special care to savor the dark amber liquid as it burns her from the inside out.

2:29.

Last call in the state of California is 1:30 am for any establishment that sells alcohol. Businesses like the bar that so graciously hosts Summer and her friends can stay open later, and they usually do. Most patrons abide by state law, using the time to sober up by stuffing themselves with greasy foods-- pizza, fries, chicken wings. Instead of drinking, they make plans to come back and meet up with the strangers they have become fast friends with or say goodbye to their college buddies in town for the weekend.

If You Think You’re Lonely Now plays as patrons began to shuffle out. Summer hums along.

If you think you’re lonely now, huh

Wait until tonight, girl (If you think you’re lonely now)

I’ll be long gone (You just wait until tonight girl)

And you’ll never find another man that’ll treat ya’ right

And then there are the lonely.

The ones at the bar every evening without fail, using it as home in place of the one they lack. They slide the servers bribes, crisp and crumpled twenty dollar bills across the bar top. She watches with tired eyes as they slide shot glasses back in exchange. Summer thinks she would try her luck if it weren’t for the mother hens watching over her with careful eyes. Her friends-- Aliyah, Jasmine, and Nia already think she’s a ticking time bomb. The last thing she needs to do is give them the ammunition they need to call her an alcoholic.

3:34.

It takes a while for the bar to clear out. Nia has to use the bathroom at the last minute, complaining about it being filthy when she returns. Jasmine mutters an obviously while Summer pitifully sips the last remnants of her drink. The melted ice cubes ruin it, she can’t taste the bourbon at all, but every little drop counts, right?

Summer refuses the hand offered to her by Aliyah as they stumble out into the parking lot. Aliyah hovers with her arms poised to catch her just in case. Nia absentmindedly plays a card game on her phone behind them, and Jasmine heads up the group, her keys noisily jingling as she swings them back and forth. She’s the designated driver and the only one sober enough to drive.

It’s a typical summer night in California, dry but cold and windy, so they quicken their pace. With every step, Bobby Womack’s crooning is stuck on replay in Summer’s mind. The lyrics resonate with her…

When it’s cold outside who are you holding?

...and she’s about to voice her thoughts when she sees it.

“Is that a phone booth?!” The words come out more hysterical than probably they should. Sure, it’s been like ten years since she’s seen one in person, and she didn’t know they still existed, so she’s a little excited and a lot drunk, but it’s just a phone booth. One that’s narrow and brightly lit in the midnight blue of the night. Aliyah, who forgot her glasses at home, squints at the white blob until she can make out its shape.

“I think it is.” She sounds a little mystified herself, and that’s all the encouragement Summer needs in her state. One minute she’s cheesing wide, and the next, she’s sprinting across the street towards the phone booth, giggling and tugging her short dress down the whole way.

The girls yell after her, but she tunes them out, snatching the ice cold phone off the hook. She’s even more enamored when she pulls the heavy metal to her ear and hears the dial tone.

It works!

High heels click loudly behind her. Summer turns just in time to see the girls come to a stop behind her, out of breath and unamused. Jasmine leans over and rests her forearms on her knees. “What the hell?” She hisses, glaring daggers at her friend. Summer ignores her, punching the chunky silver buttons like she’s in a trance. Even inebriated, she knows them by heart. One number after the other, she dials the one person she knows she shouldn’t.

Angel Reyes.

She vaguely registers her friends telling her to put the phone down. She knows that she’s making a mistake, but the armor she wears to protect herself from the world is too heavy. She strips it away, her inhibitions lowered. All she wants is him.

Ring...

“She’s been drinking. We should do something.” Sweet Aliyah is always the voice of reason. Nia sounds bored and over the situation. “This is so dumb.” Jasmine tugs on her arm. “Come on. You’re drunk.”

Ring…

“There’s no harm in a phone call, right?” Aliyah says, but her voice is shaky. She’s wrong, and they all know it.

Ri--

“Hello?” The reception is shitty, and the volume in the earpiece low, but with one word, Summer’s hooked all over again. She doesn’t say anything for several moments, the sound of her harsh breathing the only thing that transmits. There’s a long, tense moment where Summer tries to convince herself to hang up, but then Angel says, “Baby, is this you?” She hates the sob she releases into the phone from the simple words. She draws her bottom lip into her mouth to quiet the sound. Her girlfriends freeze, unsure of what to do.

“Y-yeah, it’s me.”

“You been drinking, mami?”

“Maybe.” Summer sways, and Aliyah is there, using her arm to prop her best friend up. It’s a silent act of support, a reminder that Angel isn’t and shouldn’t be the center of her universe. She has supportive friends, a loving family. She doesn’t need him.

“Where you at? I’ll come get you.” She doesn’t need him, but she’s tempted to tell him to meet her back at Jasmine’s place. It’s only a ten-minute ride from his place, five minutes if he speeds the way she knows he does.

Speeds the way he did when she caught him at Vicki’s with Adelita. He had been acting shady for months, whispering on the phone, keeping odd hours. She had felt like a crazy woman when she put the tracker on his bike, but her intuition was validated when she saw his location. She followed him, expecting to find him with one of Vicki’s girls. Instead, she found him there with Adelita and her protruding belly, rubbing it with his large, ringed hands like a doting father. Like they were some happy fucking family.

Summer had nearly lost her mind, knocking over furniture, breaking bottles from behind the bar. Luckily for them, EZ caught her wrist and restrained her. The sight of Angel shielding that woman, protecting her when he hadn’t protected her feelings, was ingrained in her mind. Realizing that all the men she regarded highly and looked up to as older brothers and uncles had been lying, and helping Angel hide his cheating, was something she would never forget.

Being betrayed like that should have been enough to make her stop loving him, but... it just wasn’t. Summer often found herself wondering what was wrong with her. Why did she pine after a man that hurt her so badly? Sure, Angel’s handsome, and funny, and sweet, and really, really good in bed, but he’s not good. Not for Summer.

She sniffles into the phone, “I don’t want you to. I don’t want you.” She tries to will the words to be true, but the tears gliding down her face tell a different story.

“Why call me then?”

“Too much liquor.”

He snorts out a laugh but then pauses as if considering something. “Yeah, me too.” Summer swears she can make out the sound of Gilly shouting something in the background, but maybe she’s so drunk that she’s imagining things. Maybe she’s making it all up in her head because she longs for their relationship back. She always finds herself back at square one when it comes to Angel, wishing things could go back to how they were, that she could erase all the bad and keep all the good.

You see the night's the time when the needs come out

When your needs come out to breathe

And the jonesing starts and there ain't no way you can sleep, ooh

“You hurt me.” Summer doesn’t bother to hide her bitterness. She knows Angel won’t acknowledge the words because the only pain he can recognize is his own.

“Summer, why are you calling?” His voice has an edge to it this time. He’s daring her to make a decision, pick a side. Either she wants to be with him, or she doesn’t. His gruff tone, the callousness with which he says the words should make her want to turn away from him.

Instead, it makes her heart lurch.

She feels desperate to hold onto him, so she says, “'Cause I-I...I love you.”

Notes: The prompt is from @autumnleaves1991-blog Weekly Writing Challenge. Summer Walker - Drunk Dialing...LODT & Bobby Womack - If You Think You’re Lonely Now inspired this fic. Let's all pretend you don't have to pay to use a pay phone lol. Do you like to see moodboards/covers for fics? Please let me know. Hope you all enjoy!

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Formaggio and Illuso reacting to g/n reader receiving an unwanted gift from an unwanted person So this is going to be a specific thing that happened to me irl, and I'm using this as a coping mechanism. It happened like, three years ago but I somehow get flashbacks that affect me and my mentality. Trigger warning: Guilt trip, manipulation, gaslighting, toxic relationship, cursing, mention of self-harm Genre: Platonic/Romantic (Interpretative), angst

Dear Y/N How are you this year? So how's life? You've made mine shitty but whatever, all you ever cared was yourself but that's just you being you. Anyways I hope you like my gift. Hope you forgive me for being your friend, I mean, I tried my best to be there for you but you always pushed me away. So the gift is very expensive as you can see, I used my savings for that shit. I hope you have a good new year, you backstabbing piece of shit. Have fun with life being a slut. I wish we can be friends again ~ (insert name) <3 Before you was a box of a ridiculously expensive gift impractical for your everyday life that serves no purpose other than standing around, being a constant reminder of their manipulation. Just why, oh why, do they chose to pursue you instead of moving on? In that box, tucked away was a letter that you feared to read but of course, curiosity with a hint of urgency took over you before you can properly rationalise if it was okay. A decision you've come to regret after reading it. It was from an old... Friend... If you can call them that. They were quite the oddity in class back then, constantly at the end of every jokes wherein your classmates laughed at them and their antics. You felt pity for them and found yourself befriending them. It was nice at the beginning sure, quite the compassionate fellow who was supportive and encouraging... When it slowly subsides to a passive aggressive behaviour, handing out back handed comments whenever you would express your enthusiasm towards your achievements. I mean, you were considerate of them, and so you stopped 'bragging' to them. Soon, you found yourself being bombarded with gifts you didn't ask for courtesy of them. You didn't have anything in particular to give them back and insisted for them to stop giving you gifts, but they continue persist, giving you materials you have no use of other than just lying around.  You always confided in them, as they were extremely encouraging and supportive back then, but then you realised all your secrets that were supposed to be never spoken of again, were spoken by none other than (insert name). From all of the emotional drain you've experienced, the constant manipulation, constant guilt tripping, the secret spreading was enough of a sign for you to drop the friendship. As you discussed this to them, what's meant to be civil talk became a full blown arguement, as they continue to tell you you were just overreacting to everything they do. You had no idea why, but you fell into their manipulation tactic and stuck to them. When you've tried to call off the friendship they would threaten you to harm them selves. At first you disregarded this and went off your night, wanting to enter school and no longer associate yourself with them... Until the next day came, and their arms were littered with razor cuts. Long story short, it still went on. The emotional abuse, the manipulation, the lies, the isolation... You were only able to get away from them when you graduated high school, when you ghosted them and moved away. He noticed the way your fingers shook, crumpling the paper in your grasp as tears glossed over your eyes. Your chest struggled to heave with a breathe, and now he knew he'd have to step in. Formaggio: "Yo, Y/N why are you crying?" He takes a step forward to put a hand on your shoulder, before politely snatching the letter from your shaking grasps. Before he can get a glimpse of the letter, he decided your comfort should come first and engulfed you within in warmth, wrapping his arms around your body and stroking your back. "Shhh, it's okay... It's okay... Let it all out." If you tried yourself from stopping the tears from falling, your walls of defense slowly collapsed and before you knew it, tears began to streak from your eyes and you had wrapped your arms around Formaggio, pressing your face against his chest. "I-I— they— I didn't mean t-to— I don't—" through your incoherent cries, Formaggio simply continuously stroke your back to comfort you despite his lack of awareness to what made you

cry. He needs intel to whoever made you cry like this and perhaps arrange some... Meetings with the person. But right now,  your comfort was his main priority. Illuso "What? You crying because they gave you a last season Prada handbag? Cheer up! At least someone sent you a gift." Illuso joked at first, but then realised you had a distinctive feature of a person who is about to breakdown. He internally cursed at himself for making an insensitive comment, which came out an incoherent grumble under his breathe externally, taking your side to get a glimpse of the letter. His ruby gaze squints at the letter, darting from letter to letter as his stomach stirred with rage. "What fucking prick gives you a gift only to curse you out?!" As much as he is wrathful at the way someone would treat you, all you needed was comfort right now and that he does. He pulls you within the place of privacy within the mirror realm, before letting you embrace him. After you've let it all out, he immediately suggests that you throw the gift away, read the letter apart. He'll try his best to reassure you that letting people like them still influence your life despite it occuring a few years ago is wrong and unhealthy. He reassures you you're a strong, kind person and anyone who have you as a friend would be the luckiest of them all.

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How to Comfort Them

Woop woop! A disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes only and not to be taken as fact! This is my interpretation of the cards!

Hell yeah. How do they receive comfort best when they need it? I took this specifically as them having a shitty day or week or something along those lines

Seokjin

Lol

Let him wallow

You comfort Seokjin by affirming his right to feel his feelings and let him deal with it on his own time

He can be a bit dramatic but its short lived

Why does this feel like a roast?

Its not I promise

Seokjin just needs to feel and let it go. He doesn't hold on the things for long but trying to force him to talk anything out is a big no thanks

I think being alone really comforts him most but if he's close to someone I think he'd be down to be alone together

He feels comfort by people staying by his side. He might be the type to have a really shitty day and just wants to sit on the couch and watch TV and not talk about it

When he does want to talk about it though, its best to give him honest advice even if it brutally honest

Jinnie has no time for bullshit and he doesn't want sugar coated shit. If he wants an opinion he'll ask for it and be very aware of what he's asking for.

Another way to comfort Jin is possibly distraction. Again its not an always answer but fun nonsense can help him shake off the blues for sure!

Maybe give him a blanket and and some jellies

I also think he'd really not like anyone seeing him cry?

I think if you stumbled upon a crying Jin that needs comfort the best thing you could do is ask if he needs anything and let him know that you're there?

Also maybe if this is like sad sad sad and he's crying in the bathroom or something it might be helpful to sit on the other side of the door and talk to him if he wants to? and get him water?

Idk I think jin can be pretty guarded especially like this so this would probably never happen

Its more likely that he'll flop down on his bed or couch and just hang out

Yoongi

Oki yoobi

Hold his fucking hand

I'm kidding (kinda)

For yoongi, I think he's similar to Jin in that he doesn't want to be told that everything is sunshine and rainbows and he also doesn't want to be treated like a child

For yoobi I think that he'd feel comforted by talking about what/why he feels like shit

Its like he wants to know that he isn't alone but he also doesn't like to seek out comfort bc he doesn't think he's worth it

He'd probably feel a lot of comfort laying in a dark room with calming repetitive sounds

Smack a pair of noise canceling headphones on him with nothing playing

I think that a great way to comfort yoongi if he was having a bad day is by softly showing support and letting him know that he's being thought of?

Things like letters and stuff are really good

I also think distracting him from bad habits that he used to comfort himself is a v good idea

You see him nomming down his nails to tiny nubs? Offer him something to hold (or slap his hand if you're feeling sassy)

But really though comfort for yoongi is something he'd want to be subtle and ever-present so he can access it when its needed most and he'd definitely want to seek out on his own.

I was thinking too, like if he had a panic attack or anxiety attack DO NOT TOUCH HIM I feel strongly about this. Let him seek out physical comfort and 1,000% ask if he wants to be touched

He just seems skittish in this way and I think that he'd respond a lot better if he gets to seek physical comfort out on his own

You hear that people that will meet Yoongi?

BUT if yoongi was really really close with his s.o I could see him searching and asking for cuddles. Two kinds. Smol curled up yoongi would want to be curled around (kinda like nigiri) if things are pretty bad and serious or him laying in between his s.os legs with his head on their stomach specifically so he can have his hair played with.

Hoseok

Show up for him

Remind him that he is loved and sweet and perfect

Definitely ignite his passions again

Take him dancing

Watch a movie that reminds him of a good memory

You'll have to kinda sus out what exactly is bothering him though

Maybe buy him something sweet like a teddy bear or dinner or take him somewhere

Just don't let him wallow. He needs time to process and stuff but getting him up and out of his funk is great!

Take him to an arcade or even just out for a long drive

I think hobi is the type to need stimulation in a thoughtful way so you'd have to assess the situation and see what's appropriate

Bc hobi might also just want to chill

I think he'd also be really big on physical comfort

Hugs

Cuddles

Sharing a bed

Massage even

Yes I'm gonna say it

(18+) he'd enjoy a nice frick frack or a boot knocking if you will

Maybe run him a nice bath and wine and dine him tbh

Namjoon

Comfort joonie by letting him know that he doesn't have to know everything or have a solution for it

I think kinda taking over his role of inspiring speech giver would help him bc he has so much wisdom and advice but can also have a blind spot when it comes to himself

Let him not be logical

Let him impulse buy 43 new plants all named after the kind of plant they are

I think a nice bear hug and some wise words will be comforting to him

Also the words "you're doing a great job, you got this" and "It's okay to feel this way. Let yourself feel what you feel"

Home boi wouldn't mind if, say, he had a shitty day and you bought him an orchid and named it Orca

Really though I think a gentle reminder that he is human and some basic grounding would really help.

I think too with a significant other I could 100% see him finding immense comfort in feeling the other persons heartbeat? Like if he was in bad shape and his s.o needed to calm him down they could just grab his hand and put it over their heart? Cute shit.

I think rubbing comforting circles on his back when in the proper situation.

Also forehead-pressing?

Jimin

Chim chim gets comfort by love in every form

By him a gift

Give him words of affirmation

Cuddles

Make him food so he doesn't have to

Just be there for him

Write him letters

Really though. Affection of any kind is often welcomed from him

He'd also feel especially comforted if he didn't have to do anything? Like if you could take away responsibility from him for a little that would be awesome

Jimin is a very love/affection forward guy and I think that he'd really really really enjoy a nice top of the head smooch

Sometimes he'd just want to be hugged while he cries

Or sometimes he needs genuine advice and help working through what bothers him

Jimin is a mixed bag and I think its situational but he'd definitely be down for a good ole hug

Maybe too if you suggest things to him. Maybe advice or maybe ways to cheer him up!

Taehyung

This is also very much how Tae comforts army

Cheer him on

Let him know that you love him and that even if things are shit that you're there for him

He'd respond very well to comforting actions and words

I think he needs to cry and feel and do what he does but he feels most comforted when he's reminded that he means something to someone

Positivity and passion go a long way for comforting him

I think if you can also remind him of something that he's done for you, something positive that he's done in you're life that might help him feel a little better

If you can relate to him without making it about you

I think also recognizing his good qualities when he can't

Definitely put him in the sunshine

Give him a nice bevy and sit him in the sunshine

Playing a card game or a board game? Idk why

take him to get waffles at 2am or something new and out of the ordinary

Mostly though snuggles and hugs do the trick.

He's a very feely human and I think having something solid is helpful

ESPECIALLY for his s.o

if Taes future/current s.o is reading... you probably get held a lot. For a long time. Homie is like a little cephalopod

I think he'd also enjoy a nice comfort nap

Jungkook

Oki oki oki

Love him

But not too much

When he's down he tends to have clouded vision

Its like he can't see infront of him and can't see anything that he's done and he feels like he's never accomplished anything ever

He feels loss of control

That's no good

A good way to help that is to help him find clarity

Help him to see the light at the end of the tunnel

He also probably has nighmares/can't sleep when things get really bad so either something like buying him a new sleepy tea or being there for him when he can't sleep

Help sooth his anxiety

He needs that

I definitely think he gets frustrated with himself easily and if you can help him not take it out on himself or turn it inwards then that's really good

He'd benefit from a movie night and a fort

He'd probably be the type to benefit from a talk about what's bothering him but only sitting side by side so you aren't looking into his eyes

Maybe even like on the swings at a park or something

I just think opening up for him is hard so meeting him where he's comfortable is good

That could be texting back and forth even if you're in the same room or on the swings or over street food

I think he'd like it if he had a weighted blanket

Quiet comfort is good for him so he has something grounding him

Maybe if things are not great take him to a rage room or to go kick boxing.

Some semi productive way to channel his energy

Drive him out of the city to go scream into the æther

Idk but being with him while giving him space is good

I think with a s.o he'd maybe seek physical comfort but idk

Maybe