#actually stop trying to surpress the part of me i like

[horrorsequel]

u know i always see those "pls talk abt cis intersex ppl too!" posts but i actually have never seen a post abt trans intersex ppl

[lovetei]

Obey me demon brothers reacting to mc being hit with a "special" potion by someone and them having to deal with mc being extremely horny and dominant plus having their back absolutely blown? (Btw I love your writing🫶🏼)

It's like 1 in the morning and my phone is at 8 percent, the best time to write.

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MC was affected by this mysterious potion that makes them crave for some back-breaking fuck

Warnings: No proofreading, grammar mistakes, spelling mistakes, smut, no censoring, reader is Implied to be wearing strap or having cock (a big one), fingering them, wrong use of car hood, choking, air deprivation, wrong use of ties, ovestimulation

Parts: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Links: Masterlist

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LUCIFER

Are you being serious?

You mean to tell him that the reason why you came home looking like that

Why you came home and immediately went inside his room

Is because you were affected by this strange potion?

That makes you feel like you're in heat?

It doesn't matter, he needs to check up on you and see if it's harmful or not

Or to see if he can do anything to help you, at least.

"A-AUGH!" Moans and screams that sounds too whiny to be his escaped his mouth as your fingers moved wilder. "Wait a second!" He screamed the second time before you added another finger.

He was drooling like a dog on top of his desk as his cock spurt out strings of cum, staining the dark wood of his desk. "You better keep your back like this or I'll have to force it then." You ordered after you grabbed his shoulder and made him arch his back.

"G-Give me a break atleast..!" Is the last thing he screamed after he felt something hard against his used ass.

MAMMON

He was panicking

He knew that this ingredient had an aphrodisiac like effect on humans

But he didn't know it would be this much.

Plus he meant no harm!

He simply fed you this bread during your night out to make things a little exciting!

"Stop fucking moving." You cursed out as you slammed in his ass harder making him moan even more "I-I'm trying..!" He sobbed out as you bent him over the hood of his car, one of his legs raised on it while his dick continued to leak pre.

"P-Please don't be mad! O-One more! I promise I'll do better!" He begged like a whore as he pushed himself closer to you, trying to push your length deeper.

And the last thing he remembered is how he passed out and woke up again with his legs up your shoulder as you relentlessly pound into him.

LEVIATHAN

He kind of knew that it has strong aphrodisiac in it

It was said in the warning after all

But he's a high ranking demon so of course it has no effect on him

And he forgot that you're still human despite having that enormous amount of magic

"Shhh... Breath in." You chuckled at him as he shakily inhaled, sweat coating his forehead as you pushed your fingers inside of him once again "A-Agh~ I think I really can't do it anymore..!" Panic settled in when he felt himself on the edge with just your fingers.

His breathing got more ragged and panicked as you moved your fingers "Don't say that! I know you can take it..." You tried to cover your annoyed mood by sweetening your words.

"N-No... I-I think I'll die..!" His cock leaked pre but your patience is just starting to run thin "Levi how about we shut up?" You pushed your fingers down his throat "You made me like this so take responsibility." You threatened.

SATAN

He saw this unique spell in one of his books.

It applies aphrodisiac on foods without needing an actual potion

And so he though, why not try it on you?

You have gained a pretty amount of mana since time time you first came here

You can handle this much right?

Satan held on the bookshelf for his dear life as he bit on the tie harder to surpress his moans "You might break the shelf at this rate..." You panted out as you pushed yourself deeper inside of him.

A groan escaped his throat as tears does from his eyes "No mwore!" He managed to say through the gag as he caressed his ass, red from all the spanking he received earlier.

You just held his hands and slammed all the way in, his knees completely giving up and your hands holding his up is the only thing preventing him from falling "There, there... I'll start moving now..." You sweetly said, ignoring his please.

ASMODEUS

He didn't mean to!

You just looked so hot earlier that he forgot he had this ability!

Accidentally putting aphrodisiac on your food... How horrible!

Don't worry, he'll take responsibility!

Rhythmic moan is the only thing that can be hear inside the dimly lit room of Asmodeus, oh, the slapping sound of his ass whenever it hits your waist too.

"Augh!~ I-I'm getting a little tired honey~" He moaned as he continued to bounce himself on top of you as you lazily sat on his sofa "Maybe a little help..?" He guided your hands to his waist, implying that he wants you to move him yourself.

When you didn't react, he looked back at you over his shoulders and saw how you look completely out of it, dilated pupils and red cheeks "You know... If I started moving you yourself I might break your fragile little waist." You whined out as he felt you grip him harder.

BEELZEBUB

He's really sorry!

He forgot about this aphrodisiac and how it's harmful for humans...

What do you mean he can help cure the pain?

Sure, he'll help!

You played with Beelzebub's vibrant hair as his mouth worked wonders for you "Just like that~" You moaned as you looked down at him.

"Am I helping you relive the pain..?" He pulled away for a minute, a string of saliva and cum connecting his lips from your thighs "Yes, Beel. You're doing so good~" You leaned down to give him a little kiss

"I'm pretty sure this is hurting too~" You moved your feet closer to his clothed cock, visibly hard and straining against his pants "Then... Can MC help me relive it later too..?" He asked which made you smirk.

BELPHEGOR

It started off as a harmless prank

It was supposed to be a harmless prank

He didn't know it would reach this far

And he never thought that you'll let it reach this far!

"F-Fucking hell! MC!" He managed to say between the small intervals where you raised his head and let him breath, it's sad that this is what he decided to say.

You slammed his head back down on the pillow and moved your hip back and forth, enough to push him forward and have him holding the bed frame.

And then he tapped your thigh signaling that he's about to cum, and being a nice human, you let him, but this time, you didn't raise his head to let him breath and now you can see the panic.

How he was struggling to push himself up as cum leak out of his cock continuously, you harshly pulled his hair to let him breath "A-Ah~ I-I can't breath please!" He was holding your hands as he begged, tears and sweat messing up his face.

It was a sight to behold before you push him back down.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 4)

Uzi was near silent on the way back to her apartment, rubbing a hole into the plastic strap of the bag she was holding. N was equally so, committing to memory the tiny droneling he'd held in his arms, and how serene Uzi had looked while feeding her.

When she got to the door she stopped for a moment, turning to N.

“My Dad's probably home by now, don't mention the nursery stuff to him. He'll probably be all “aww look at my daughter being soft.” And then I'll have to throw up.” Her voice was monotone and guarded. Prepped for talking with her dad, N nodded.

The door opened, revealing Khan milling about the kitchen, making some kind of drink that was radioactive blue. Humming cheerily to himself.

“Hey Dad, I'm back.” Her words immediately had bite, N had to surpress a laugh at how typical that was.

“Hey kiddo! How… was… uh.” His sentence died in his throat as he turned around, eyes falling on N before his own daughter. That somehow was even more typical.

“Hi Mr. Doorman.” N replied, smile a mile wide and politeness leaking through his voice, he hoped he was somewhat changing whatever opinion he had of him.

“Uh… Hello, er N. What brings you here?” Khan awkwardly fumbled his words, eyes flicking from him to his daughter, who looked already completely finished with the conversation.

“He stayed the night dad. You'd know that if you paid any attention to me.” She rolled her eyes, pushing past him to get to her room.

“He what…? In your room!?” N had not been so impolite, so now Khan was in-between them, but turned in the direction of his daughter, looking concerned and angry.

“Yep. In my room.” She deadpanned, turning back to look at him, N could see the parental panic rising in him, so he decided to take action.

“I was overheating this morning, I needed somewhere to stay until the sun went down. Totally unplanned, otherwise I would have asked.” He smiled again at Khan, trying to give the man respect.

Khan looked suspicious, still glancing between the two before sighing, shaking his head.

“Uzi, I really would like to know when you have a friend over. Especially a boy.” N felt himself stiffen, although that was super fair, he wasn't sure he'd be entirely okay with that either if he had a daughter.

Why did he think of Tera?

“I'm sorry Mr. Doorman, it really was an emergency.” He explained. Ignoring Uzi's attempts to blow off her dad. “And if it makes you feel better I would never hurt your daughter, she's my best friend.” He added, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Uzi fluster.

She was always so shy about being vulnerable.

“I-I It does… actually. I'll admit I don't know a lot about you N. How… do you feel about my daughter?” Khans question wasn't accusatory, which was a great sign in N's book. And even better, this question was easy!

“She's awesome!” He replied simply, not knowing how better to explain how dear she was to him.

“N!” She hissed, crossing her arms and looking away embarrassed.

“What? You are!” He replied, turning back to Khan who looked deliberative.

“Thats not exactly… ah well, I suppose that is an answer.” Khan then seemed as if he was reassured, if only a little, and turned to N again, smiling even if it was wary.

“Then maybe we should sit down and talk sometime. If my daughter has friends, I aught to get to know them.” N beamed, this was what he'd wanted! If Khan liked him, maybe he could hang around Uzi more!

“I wouldn’t mind that, Mr. Doorman. “

“N, come on, I wanna get this stuff sat down!” Uzi called his attention, and they both disappeared behind Uzi's bedroom door, leaving Khan as he started. Alone.

Was he really okay with this? Letting a murder drone into his home to “hang out” with his daughter? He was conflicted, on one hand, he was happy his daughter had actually made a friend, he was concerned that she'd end up being alone one day. On the other, N was a disassembly drone, He'd killed so many worker drones, so many of his friends, and was part if the squad that took Nori from him.

He sighed, he would have to sit down with the boy after all, if only quell some of these thoughts.

“Ugh… Dad is so nosy!” Uzi cried out, throwing herself into her chair and the bag into her fridge, spinning the chair around in irritation.

“He's just worried about you. I'm not exactly the safest thing around.” N pointed out, still standing just inside the door, gesturing to himself with his hands.

“He left me for dead, he doesn't get to be worried. And also you are! I always feel safe with you.” At the end if that sentence, she blushed, spinning her chair sway from him so he couldn't see. She hadn't intended that to be anything but internal.

“Aww, Uzi.” He grinned, knowing she would be embarrassed at herself for saying that. But more than that, he felt warm, knowing that he made Uzi of all drones feel safe. Even though she could probably easily kick his ass, was a very nice feeling.

“Bite me, your sappiness is rubbing of on me.” She mumbled, before spinning back around in her chair. Still looking upset.

“My dad…he left me to die the day we met. He was fully willing to let you do whatever you wanted to me.” She said, her voice small.

“But now that we're friends, he thinks he can boss you around?! He's lucky you didn't eat me like you were supposed to! He should be groveling at your feet! Not treating you like some… teenage boy trying to get in my pants!” She yelled, stamping her foot, for a moment the solver symbol appeared in her eye, not that she noticed.

“We don't have-”

“Figure of speech.” She clarified before giggling “And we're both adults, if you wanna completely tear it down.”

They both laughed, N looking around for somewhere to sit before deciding the floor worked just fine. He plopped down, sitting cross legged with his tail in his lap.

“Almost adults, I'm just 19.” He said, startling her a little. Huh.

“Wait really? I thought you were older?”

“Nah, well I mean. Yes? Uh, Tessa, the girl who rebuilt me, found me in a junkyard. So I guess I'd have to been around awhile? But I don't remember what my life was like before that.”

“And that was 19 years ago so… uh.”

Oh wow, he could have lived an entire life before we was rebuilt. Did that count? Was he like 60 or something? Ew… that would make his and Uzi's friendship kinda weird.

“I mean… the version of you in your memories looked pretty young, older drones tend to be boxier, my guess is that you had some sort of defect. Like V and her vison.” Uzi said, making him feel better, he didn't feel 60 either, 19 felt right. He was completely reset when Tessa rebuilt him, so it had to be.

“Right, and J with her uh… aggressiveness.” He replied, he had quite a bit more to say about her, but that would be impolite.

“I mean, I'm only 18, and you had the same body type as Thad, who's the same age as me. 19 is probably right. Was there anything you struggled with when coming online?” She asked, cocking her head to the side, the chair and her hovering over him.

He thought for a moment, before something hit him. Literally, his tail had swung up and had hit him in the face. Uzi supressed a laugh, he found himself blushing, weather at his own screw up or how weirdly pretty her laugh sounded.

“I was clumsy. I am clumsy.”

“That would be it. Can't have an accident prone worker. You were probably decommissioned pretty soon after assembly… damn humans.” Her face fell, although she was still hovering over him, she no longer looked at him. Although he had to admit, she looked really nice from this angle.

Huh, that was a different thought. But he didn't disagree with it, he had thought that way about a lot of drones at prom. Everyone had been so dapper!

Still, the room fell into a comfortable silence, it was dark by now, he had no more reason to stay. But he found himself not wanting to leave. Besides it's not like if he went home V would even talk to him.

The spire had been so lonely lately.

“I'm still thinking about Tera.” Uzi broke the silence, head resting on one of her hands, her eyes glancing over at the door as if her dad could hear through it.

“She's so cute…” N immediately replied, his core immediately beginning to melt at the thought of the baby drone.

“Yeah, but that's not what I was thinking.” She hummed, using her solver to lazily open her fridge and crack open a cannister of oil, putting a straw in it.

“Her parents just, abandoned her, and they didn't even have the decency to name her!” Her frustration was clear, and N for once felt himself share it. Tera was the cutest thing alive, she deserved awesome parents! Not people who would just create her and then dump her.

“I like the name Tera though.” Is all he said, keeping a lid on his frustration for now, besides, Uzi was expressing enough of it for the both of them.

“I do too, not the point. I just… I don't want a baby to feel the way I did that day we met.”

Oh

Oh

So that's where this conversation was leading to.

Uzi had felt abandoned that day for sure, but she'd felt that way long before that. Khan had absorbed himself in his work when Nori had died, leaving her in her room, alone, so many nights…

“I know someone is going to adopt her. She's a really happy baby. No one can resist that. I just… really hope she won't be effected by it.” Her frown was evident, and she'd completely ceased paying attention to N, instead lost in her thoughts.

If she hadn't been, she might have seen him stand up.

In a second she was lifted bridal style, before being crushed in a massive hug. She squeaked, both at the suddenness of it and at N's arms wrapping tightly around her.

“E-N?! He-”

“I won't abandon you.”

Oh… did that make her core swell, it was heavy and it ached. She nearly wanted to cry, or scream maybe. N had gotten her right in the vulnerable spot, as he often did. She found herself leaning into his hug.

“I-I Know.”

“Sometimes I don't think you do.” He replied, squeezing tighter. She wondered if he ever felt the same, being tossed away like actual garbage, and then turned into something that was the literal antithesis of who he was.

“You know… I won't leave you either right?” She wasn't as good with words as he was and boy did it show, but still she felt his entire body stiffen before his hug somehow got tighter.

“Thank you.” Was his only reply, before he slowly sat he back down on the chair, Uzi looked away, willing her blush to go away before turning back to face him. Half-surprised to see a slight blush dusting his face.

“Do you want to keep visiting her? At least until someone adopts her? That way, neither of you will feel alone.” N suggested, even in the back of his mind, he knew it wasn't a wise idea, he was already getting attached, and he knew it would be hard on him when she had new parents.

But he'd deal with that, so long as he didn't have to see Uzi feel like she didn't matter anymore. Or worry about the little droneling feeling that way.

“Yeah… I'd like that.”

[hyunsvngs]

omgomgomgkmg MEAN BRO SEUNGMIN AND HOLE INSPECTIONS..... LIEKEK STOP I JUST THOUGHT ABT IT... he has to make sure his kittle sister isbt whoring herself out tk other men (not cause he wants tk see ur pretty cunt!!!) will totally make fun pf u when u squirm or whimper HHEE DO U SEE MY VISION

i am once again thinking of two asks at once BECAUSE... imagine seungmin and jisung both being your stepbrothers.

your back is up against jisung's chest, and he's got your thighs splayed over his, his hands keeping you still. jisung's stronger than he looks - he may prefer to be subby and bratty when you play like this, but he's definitely willing to listen to his brother when he tells him to keep you still.

seungmin's thumb is rubbing over the gusset of your panties. they're his favourites on you, actually, cute plain white cotton with a little pink bow at the top. he likes how innocent they make you look, especially when you're wearing them and whoring yourself out to your stepbrothers.

"i have to check you haven't been whoring out this pussy to anyone else, yeah?" seungmin coos, and jisung hums in response. he agrees. it's not often jisung is in an authoritative role over you, either, but when he is you're slightly intimidated by the two of them. "sungie, pull her panties to the side. lemme see."

jisung obliges, two lithe fingers hooking into the drenched fabric to pull them to the side. once the cold air meets your soaked folds, you're jolting, hands moving to grab jisung's toned biceps. they're exposed in his tank top - that shirt had been why you'd jumped their bones as soon as they walked into the house.

seungmin's eyes are dark, his lips slightly parted when he sees your pussy exposed to the room. he loves having you like this, spread open on jisung's lap so that he can examine you.

"how's it look, minnie? think she's been riding other cocks?" jisung's voice is low, deep against your ear, and you whine. you shake your head rapidly.

"no, no, i haven't! i promise, i haven't, only you two, i don't want anyone else, please. please, please, you don't have to look, just fuck me, i can't-"

"shut the fuck up," seungmin's voice is dripping in faux sweetness, and he uses his thumbs to spread your folds. your hole clenches, drippy and wet and definitely untouched by anyone else. he raises an eyebrow, and him and jisung share a look. "this pussy looks fuckin' loose. you filthy bitch. you have been fucking other people, haven't you?"

"well, that won't do," jisung's chest vibrates behind you with a surpressed chuckle. you whimper, trying to wiggle your hips away from seungmin's hands, but then he's pushing two fingers into you. "you'll have to clench it nice and tight for us, or we won't feel any pleasure from that pussy."

[hotchlove]

Sexy Back | Reader X Aaron Hotchner

• i take requests! plsss dm me or leave them here if u have anything fun you'd like me to write. it can be angst, anytype of trope, smut, etc. • PLZ NOTE: i ONLY do oneshots. they differ from long to short depending on the character and story. i do not write series! • sexy back - 590 words • desc.: - nsfw - no actual smut but hintings. read at ur own risk! ;-)

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me and aaron both have exhausting jobs. him being a profiler who basically travels the country for a living, in and out of flights every two days. and me, a preschool teacher. i know, our jobs can't compare. what aaron does is changing the world, making it a safer place. and me, i discipline kids just for them to leave after 4 years and be brats to the next teacher they get. but hey, toddlers are just as difficult as murderers. i enter our apartment and sigh, dropping my bag to the floor and taking my high heels off. "finally." i mumble, my soles finally getting a break. i hang my jacket and notice aaron's is already hung. is he home already? "aaron?" his shoes are here too. i yawn and enter our bedroom, seeing him laying in bed still in his suit as he reads a book. "hi honey." he throws the book on the bed and slides off, grabbing my waist and kissing me. "how come you're home?" i ask as he kisses me. "quick case." he gives me a quick smile. "is it selfish to be happy about that? i missed you." i play with his hair as he nuzzles on my neck, "i missed you more." he's clearly in the mood. but i'm sweaty and hairy and tired, "can i take a shower first?" he shakes his head. "what for? you look and taste great." he smirks and kisses me again. "plus, i have a surprise for you." he does? "you do?" he walks me towards the bed and pushes me down, "mhm. sit." my eyebrows raise and my lips part, i obey his command and sit with my legs criss cross. "now, i heard this is supposed to be sexy," oh goodie. "so just sit back and enjoy." he smirks, walking towards the dresser where he presses the space button on his laptop. a song starts playing and he starts loosening his tie, taking it off in a seductive way. i look at him and bite my lip until i realise what the song is .. sexy back by justin timberlake. don't laugh. do not laugh. he's gonna think i'm laughing at him. i bite my lower lip to surpress my laughs as he unbuttons his shirt now. the sight of his bare chest distracts me for a little while but i cannot with this song. i chuckle and he stops, "what's so funny?" his hands in his pocket. "are you not enjoying the show?" he raises an eyebrow, "no, no- i am. it's just.. the song." i laugh, "sexy back? really?" he finally let's his dress shirt fall off completely. "yeah? is it not good? i can change it." i giggle and stand up, throwing my arms over his shoulders and kissing him, "i tiktoked it. seducive songs to strip to, first thing that came up." i can't help but giggle and drop my head into his shoulder. "seriously? you tiktoked it?" another laugh escapes me, but him aswell "yeaah! i wanted to try something new. clearly you're being very unappreciative." his grip on my waist tightens. i kiss him again, messy and sloppy, just the way he likes it. "i am very grateful, honey, but i don't need a sketchy 2006 song to find you sexy. you could be wearing a batman costume and i'd still fuck you." "is that an invitation? i could totally get a costu-" i interrupt him and kiss him again, shaking my head. "just get naked, agent." "yes ma'am."

[call-me-a-simp]

Heal My Wounds

Talk It Out (part 29)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship, selfharm, eating disorder

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

The following day you wake up, finding yourself snuggled into Rhea's chest. "Good morning beautiful" Rhea whispers and kisses the top of your head.

You groan a little, not liking the fact that you were just pulled out of a nice dream. "God morning Mami" you yawn without even realizing what you just said.

"oh so you're finally calling me Mami" Rhea teases you straight away. "Ugh God stop it I'm tired" you complain. She giggles and settles back into the bed letting you get comfy on her again.

"When is Dom picking you up today again?" your girlfriend asks. "ten" you mumble. "Oh that's funny because it's already 9:30 you know" she surpresses a laugh.

"WHAT?!" you shoot up "Why didn't you wake me earlierr?" you cry and Rhea finally let's out her laughter. You punch her lightly and then hurry to get out of bed.

Strange, you don't remember going to bed yesterday. Last thing you knew is you were laying on the couch watching a film together.

Now's not the time to think about that! You remind yourself. You gather your clothes and step in the shower, completely ignoring the fact that you didn't even close the door to the bathroom properly.

Who even cares? It's not like she hasn't already seen every single part of your body.

"I'm making breakfast, what do you want?" Rhea calls from outside. "Thanks but I'm not hungry" you respond. You hear her sigh and walk away, knowing very well she's gonna make you something anyway.

About 20 minutes later you're ready and even ate a little just to please your worried girlfriend. The doorbell rings and she let's Dominik in.

"Ain't y/n ready yet?" he questions. "she is but we need to talk first. Rhea replies." "You're making it seem pretty serious, is everything okay?" Dom nervously chuckles.

"Ehh.. More or less" she says and follows him to the kitchen where you're already waiting, anxiously fidgeting with your fingers and picking the skin around your nails.

The two sit down, he in front of you and she next to you, trying to calm you down by taking your hand in hers.

"So, listen Dominik" Rhea begins. "y/n told me that yesterday, as you two were taking a break from shopping, you held her hand and were more touchy than usual which made her a little uncomfortable and she doesn't know if you meant it in a friendship or romantic kind of way, so we need to talk it out!"

"Oh boy, hey I'm sorry y/n" Dom chuckles and immediately releases the tension he held just a few moments earlier.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable in any way, I thought you wanted to, as you were the one to take my hand. Is was just an offer from my side, I wouldn't have been mad if you declined it." he sets up a warm smile.

You relax a little and exhale a shallow breath, nodding slightly as you do so. "Okay Dom Dom, thank you" you smile back, your voice being pretty quiet.

Rhea turns to you as she speaks again. "are Liv and Raquel coming today actually?" "nah they didn't have time, got some matches, you know the drill" you wave it off.

"okay, I think you two should get going then hm? But this time you won't walk outta there without the perfect dress, you got me?" she dares you and raises an eyebrow at Dom.

"Ye ye Mami, see ya later" he laughs at her and you follow him outside, giving Rhea a quick kiss on the cheek as you walk past her. "Thanks" you whisper and earn a wink from her.

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Little shorter than usual but I'm so freaking tired and exhausted, but still force myself to post at least every second day.

Anyway, happy Pride Month y'all! I'm kinda proud that it's the same month as my birthday haha

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[socialcarcrash]

Why do you like Hodgins so much? (I like him as well) Also, do you have any Hodgins headcanons?

Right this is gonna be so long so hang on tight:

First to preface, I strongly headcanon hodgins as trans ftm and audhd which definately influences my love for him.

To begin, when I was younger (6+) i began to watch bones and I saw myself, an undiagnosed audhd person, in hodgins so much- and not only was i full ass in love with him. I also felt understood and seen, for the first time i saw a realistic character that I could relate to in so many ways. Also he was one of my first gender envies for real!!!

Hodgins fully encompasses the autistic rage that I for sure experience and I think thats so real of him. The therapy scene between him and sweets changed everything for me, and i stopped feeling guilty for feeling so sad and angry all the time and I started to view my anger differently and instead of surpressing it i found healthier coping mechanisms.

On the subject of Hodgins so totally being autistic, I just fully think that he expresses so many of the traits I do. Most of these traits are from headcanons ive seen but then i see them again expressed in the show and it makes me happier than anyone could ever imagine. He so clearly has special interests of conspiracies and of course his entomology/botany and I also have super strong special interests that I am known for a lot! I think when you see a character on screen for the first time that you dont feel like you change anything about yourself to be more like them, and you are just them it is special! So many times have I hyperfixated on a character and changed my whole personality to be like them, but he is actually just like me!

He encourages me to try and be comfortable in myself and to openly talk about my special interests because they are part of me so I should be able to express myself! This lesson is helping me heal and become so much happier, but also helps me feel comfortable with not being okay sometimes- which is even more important.

-i think hes pretty.

STUPID HEADCANONS!!!

- his first hyperfixation was dinosaurs (me fr) and he collected the mini plastic figurines.

-huge fidgeter and never stops stimming, he legit is never is still: its seen in canon lots! (that one episode where he does push ups when he is stressed for example). He gets that whole body thing where hes gotta move!!!

-hates oliver and pickles (angela loves them both and eats his from his burgers)

-folkpunk enjoyer as a teenager, his style would have been the coolest as a way of rebelling against his parents.

- the big light is the devil. his house has lots of lamps and small lights to avoid using the big light.

-during school/uni he carried around a sketchbook that he sketched bugs in during class when he got bored, he never skipped any years or anything as he performed only just above averagely. This was because he never got the support he needed during school so he wasnt able to meet his full potential until he found his passion for entomology. This frustrated teachers so he didnt always have the best relationship with them, but he had a few that he wasnt close with, but he found comfort and support in them as he struggled through his teenage years.

INFODUMPING WOOOOOO

this is basically entirely projection but i love him.

[a-dragons-journal]

Hey, Rani. I need help with someone I strongly suspect might be otherkin and neurodivergent who is making things very awkward in my university's French Club, and I was hoping you could help.

There's a trans girl in the French Club who wears cat ears and a cat tail. Much like the other person who sent you an anon, she gets upset if FC members use the word 'human' to describe her, and isn't pleased with 'woman' or 'person, either. Unlike the person other anon was referring to, she does not consider herself otherkin, who she denounced as "fucking delusional freaks" at top volume. Everything she says is at top volume, actually, to the point where the campus library now denies her access as she often disrupts other people's studying. Initially, she just seemed very enthusiastic about the FC, which I appreciated. As time has gone on, however, she's become incredibly disruptive and people have actually started to ask me as club leader if I can boot her out. Let me explain:

You cannot call her human, a person, a woman, cat, or a girl. She is to only be addressed as a catgirl. She continually insists on ending sentences with "nya" or putting "nya" in the middle of sentences, as well as saying it instead of 'yes' or 'no'. She expresses her displeasure at anyone who slips up and refers to her with 'elle' or 'elles' in French by hissing and tries to insist that as a catgirl, people use 'nyelle' and 'nyelles' to refer to her. The end result is that people aren't talking to her during speaking practice, and will often not answer her when she speaks to them because they don't want to get hissed at. No one hates her or anything, but she's hard to interact with without upsetting her in some way.

People (not me, to be clear) have asked her to stop hissing/saying nya/trying to make nyelle a thing. She insists that she's a furry and this is part of identity. To stop doing any of these things would be surpressing a part of who she is. When someone said that they have several friends who are furries who don't do any of these things, she yelled full-volume at them, in public, about how they don't understand her culture and are ignorant and stupid. I have tried to explain to her that yelling so loud your voice breaks at someone is not acceptable conduct and that she owes him an apology. She hissed at me and raised her hands up curled up like claws and has not apologized. It's his fault for saying twice out loud that he doesn't know any furries who do this. She asked him to stop and he didn't so he deserved the yelling.

And then there was this Saturday's incident, aka the breaking point for a chunk of the FC. She decided her pronouns are nyan/nyans. A Japanese-American girl in the club said no, she does not have the right as a white person to use pronouns from a language she doesn't speak and a culture she doesn't know anything about. What ensued was the catgirl screaming at the human girl, who simply calmly repeated, "No. You're not Japanese. The Japanese language isn't your kawaii neko aesthetic. You're white." This predictably led into a back-and-forth to the effect of "no I'm not, I'm a catgirl, nya" and "you're human and you're white". When hissing and pounding the table didn't make the human girl relent, the cat girl burst into tears and ended up under the table, curled up in the fetal position sobbing. I very awkwardly tried to talk to her, but she was nonverbal at that point, reduced to meowing noises and licking herself.

Now, obviously I told the human girl that triggering someone with serious mental health issues isn't okay, and we had a long conversation about it. She's sorry she hurt the catgirl, but she's not going to let a white girl who crosses the street rather than walk by a black person use Japanese words she doesn't have any right to. I tried talking to the catgirl, and got a lot of messages on Discord about how she's having a 'shutdown' over this, which she said is like a panic attack. She said that the human girl has endangered her (the catgirl's) safety and if it happens again she won't be responsible for what happens. She also implied that if she dies, her parents will be furious at us, which in combination with the above feels like a thinly veiled suicide threat.

So I told her that if the FC is distressing for her to the point where she becomes a danger to herself, she shouldn't attend. No one should go to places that make their mental health worse. Everyone deserves a happy life and her mental health matters more than any club ever could. And at this point, the catgirl told me she'd made all her only friends in the FC.

No one in the FC considers her to be a friend.

She's loud, she talks over people, she'll butt into other people's conversations, she'll interrupt someone talking about something they like to yell, "Fuck classical music!" or "horror movies are for psychos!", she'll sit down uninvited and unwanted by other FC members in the dining hall, she'll walk behind you as you walk to classes, sometimes silently, sometimes speaking, and before she got banned from the library, she once yelled over the second floor balcony at me and waved both arms, jumping up and down. This was after I'd met her once. None of us can get her not to push her presence upon us or get her to adhere to any personal boundaries we have. None of us have ever hung out with her for any significant time outside of the club, nor has anyone invited her to hang out or even engaged conversation with her around campus of our own free will. Several trans members of the club hate that she's the Republican punchline of a trans catgirl given physical form and refuse to speak to her under any circumstances.

I suspect that she's catgirlkin. That's not the issue here, though. The issue is that everyone's good time crashes when she shows up, that she can't use her words to discuss things, that she hisses and yells and has no indoor voice, and that's creating an incredibly hostile environment in the club. When she's not there at meetings, we have so much fun, hanging out, talking, listening to French music, studying... and then she shows up and the good time is punctuated by, "Man, FUCK Debussy!" and "*hiss*" and "BONJOUR" yelled six inches from someone's face.

I'm a broke college student but I'd put money on her being neurodivergent. She doesn't strike me as loud to be annoying, it's accidental in a way I've seen in other ND people before. So I don't want to be too hard on her. I have given her a lot of chances, taken her aside and asked her to dial it back with the 'nyas' and lower her voice, time and time again.

But now that she says club members are "endangering her safety" and "if I die, my parents will hate all of you", I can't excuse everything with alterhumanity and neurodivergency. I filed a report with my university's mental health resources, because suicide is something I take seriously, but now I'm stuck with multiple people BEGGING me to boot her from the club, a deep desire to do so, and an equally deep fear that doing so may cause her to attempt to harm herself.

What do I do? Do I boot her? If I allow her to stay a member, how do I contain her so other people can enjoy the club? If I don't, how do I keep her from hurting/killing herself?

Yeah, I'm going to go ahead and gently set the alterhumanity aside entirely, because it has... nothing to do with anything here, really, you are correct in that. (I am also going to assume that she is also okay with she/her pronouns, since you're using them for her, just so that I'm clear about why I'm using those pronouns.)

To recap your situation with that taken off the table:

You have a person in your club that has been exhibiting extremely disruptive behavior, multiple times, after being told that it was disruptive and inappropriate and asked to stop multiple times.

Multiple people in the club have expressed discomfort to you and actually asked you to remove her from the environment.

She is essentially attempting to prevent you from actually enacting any consequences for her actions by threatening self-harm if you do so.

As much as it sucks to say it, this is a situation where as uncomfortable as it is, you have the responsibility as the authority figure in this group to take action. You cannot let people dodge consequences for their actions regardless of their actions' severity because they, bluntly, throw a tantrum about those consequences, or for that matter because they claim "it's my mental illness/neurodivergency" - not if they were laid out very clearly ahead of time and the individual in question was warned about it.

Some of these things, primarily the language she prefers for herself, are not a strong issue - she should, in my opinion, be permitted to determine and enforce that. (I'm not going to talk about the nyan/nyans pronouns thing; I frankly don't know enough about anything Japanese to know whether that's a valid claim of appropriation or if it's just because she's fed up with the catgirl and is drawing a line.)

That being said, it sounds like the way she's doing that is pretty inappropriate, especially if the slips aren't malicious, and regardless you've listed a lot of other inappropriate behaviors - hissing and threatening to claw people, pounding the table, screaming and yelling at people when they disagree with her about something, making actual threats ("if it happens again [I] won't be responsible for what happens"), threatening self-harm, interrupting people talking about something they like to talk about how much she hates it. While these may not be intentionally malicious, they don't need to be malicious to be disruptive and inappropriate, and frankly, while intent does matter, it doesn't matter as much as impact, especially when it comes to implementing consequences. And I say this as the person who deals with instincts to hiss/growl/snarl/etc. and claw at people when annoyed - that is an instinct you need to learn to control, even though I'm aware that's going to be a lot harder for some people than others. Having impulse control issues does not make inappropriate impulses any more appropriate to act upon.

You've done a good thing trying to give her second chances and the chance to change her behavior and act appropriately for the club's environment. She has, in turn, made it clear she has no intention of doing so. The social contract thus dictates you are well within your rights to remove her from that environment if she refuses to make an effort or even pretend to apologize. You have done your due diligence to her - it is now your duty to do your due diligence to the other members of your club. That's the responsibility you've taken on as a group leader, and believe me, I know how much it sucks sometimes to have to implement that when you feel guilty about doing so, but it needs to be done.

As far as how to stop her from hurting herself as a result - I need you to recognize here, first and foremost, that you cannot control her actions. You are not responsible for her actions. If something does happen, it is not your fault.

That being said, you can try to phrase things in as gentle a way as possible, but don't be surprised if it doesn't make much of a difference. If you have a school psychologist/counselor/therapist you can workshop a script with, I would recommend doing that; otherwise, I would recommend starting with a script something along the lines of:

Hey, I need to talk with you about French Club. I know we've talked about the conflicts you're having with other members a number of times in the past, and after the incident on Saturday, I'm sorry, but as the club president I have to draw a line. I want to be clear that the issue is not with your pronouns or personal language - it's with the way you've conducted yourself when someone slips up and when [x] raised a concern on Saturday, and furthermore with the way you've conducted yourself in general over the last few [weeks/months]. [List off examples of inappropriate behaviors here; I listed off a bunch that you stated earlier in this post. I recommend not bringing up any concerns you may or may not have about her pronouns or personal language, just because it's not a very strong argument and it will give her something to latch onto and use to ignore the more valid problems.] As we've discussed before, these things are disruptive and inappropriate, and while I've tried to give you multiple opportunities to change them because I know it's difficult for you, I can't continue to tolerate them forever when it's disrupting the experience of everyone else in the group. It seems like things are only escalating, and the fact that you feel distressed and unsafe combined with that brings me to the conclusion that this club may not be the right environment for you right now. I'm going to have to ask you to stop attending for the time being as a consequence.

If you want to soften the punishment a little, you can ask your group if they're all right giving her a chance to come back after a suspension (I would recommend either 6-8 weeks or the remainder of the term, whichever's longer), but if they vote no, I advise acquiescing to that decision.

Some advice, whether or not you decide to use a version of the above script:

"I" and "we" statements, rather than "you" statements, will make her less likely to get defensive and upset.

Make sure to point out the previous times you've talked to her about these things and given her the opportunity to apologize and change, and the fact that she has done neither, to reinforce that this isn't coming out of nowhere.

Make sure to point out specific examples of problem behavior, again, so this doesn't feel like it's coming out of nowhere and so she actually has something to work toward fixing if she so desires.

I advise only having this conversation in person if you're certain you can both keep your cool and avoid caving and backing down on the punishment. Having it over text allows both of you the ability to take your time on responses, and it also provides a written record of exactly what was said (take screenshots immediately if you're on a medium where messages can be edited like Discord, and don't delete them until you're certain this has blown over, because if she tries to make it about you being "transphobic" or something you will want to have those receipts).

Have a plan for what you'll do if she shows up to the next meeting anyway. Whether that means moving your club to a different location if she won't leave or calling campus security or what. Just have a plan so you're not caught off-guard.

Do not let her guilt-trip you into backing down. If she starts in on a guilt-trip, do not be afraid to calmly, politely say "I'm sorry, but I've put a lot of thought in and this is my final decision." and/or "It sounds like this is really hard for you to hear; I can completely understand that and I sympathize, but I hope you'll understand if I give you a little time to cool down before coming back to this message chain so we can talk about it constructively if need be." and then stop responding if necessary. This includes if she starts threatening self-harm - feel free to call the campus mental health department or the authorities or whoever if you feel it's necessary, but do not let her threaten you into letting her get away with this. I know that sounds callous, I know it feels terrible, but it is what needs to be done.

Be polite and feel free to express sympathy/say "I'm sorry" once or twice, but don't fall into apologizing overmuch or saying something along the lines that you feel like you shouldn't be doing what you're doing. That will give her an opportunity to guilt-trip.

Think that's about all the advice I've got. This sucks, I'm sorry, good luck.

[ludrii]

1.what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

2.what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?

3.if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

4. youtuber you’ve been obsessed with and why?

5. What is your Sexuality? if you are comfortable with the answer

6. describe your OC’s favorite place to relax. (If u have an OC)

7. how do you feel about horror movies? do you like psychological thrillers more or jump-scare oriented movies?

8. what do you want written on your gravestone? why? (wrong answers only)

9. have you ever played with a ouija board?

10. what's your favorite scary book or movie? why?

11. Describe yourself through the eyes of a stranger

12. Share a secret about yourself?

13.do you believe in Astrology?

14. Do you have a favourite swear word?

15. Do you like Amusement Park rides?

16. Favourite animated movie?

17. What’s your most searched thing on Google?

Have fun 😈

1.what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

Kindergarten "trauma" - I was naive and believed everything others told me. Literally everything. Got manipulated into disobeying teachers and then they were mad. Once I realised that, it changed me for the better as I stopped being a pushover, even though I had trust issues up until now.

Leaving elementary school. Combined with my poor friendship handling skills (I didn't text anyone at all) and being shy (I didn't make new friends), the only person I spent my time with was.. me. Had me reflect on my matter a lot and I got out of some unhealthy patterns and realised a lot of things.

Mettaton!! He deserves rest of the points. If it weren't for him, I'd still have depression. He helped me see the good things in life, and since I started to admire him and wanted to be a bit more like him, I overcame my insecurites and grew self-confident, I stopped pretending to be someone else and starting being myself, I started liking myself for who I was.. I got out of many unhealthy patterns, often some I didn't even know about. Later on, he helped me rediscover who I really was, and helped me break down my walls, so I stopped isolating myself and started socialising a bit. Thanks to him I stopped surpressing my emotions, which got me rid of a lot of internal pressure. Maybe I now express them too openly cause in my core I'm extremely emotional and just overall intense in my feels, but eh. As long as no one gets hurt, it's alright. Oh, and he opened up my heart for concepts I rejected, healing me of repulsion which would hurt me in many places. So, overall, let's just say he saved my life.

2.what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?

Best thing? Just able to show things to others, being able to spread the joy of creation and inspiration, and being able to bond with others over the things we enjoy.

For the worst part, probably being at risk of someone stealing my art.

3.if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

Hmm.. I don't really know. I grew to accept and like myself for who I am. But I suppose I'd change how indecisive I am- it always causes problems and gets me only hurt and upset. And probs my overthinking, although I'm already trying to work on that.

4. youtuber you’ve been obsessed with and why?

Not anymore, but Mossbag, cause he was making really interesting theories about Hollow Knight lore.

5. What is your Sexuality? if you are comfortable with the answer

Ah, thanks for asking, actually! It's kinda complicated tho, strap in.

It's sorta like asexual with bisexual tendencies?? Like, I'm totally ace, it's literally written all over me (and if it weren't for Certain Someone having me notice a new kind of thing it'd end there), but I just get strange feelings or sensations sometimes that kinda defy it. But it's VERY rare and kinda weak and I can't even sort it correctly so who knows what it really is. There's no one I could talk about this with, so it's just me and this mess. But I think the sole ability to feel even that little something rules out being 100% pure distilled ace. So dunno man come later and ask again, until then I'm "Acebian" as I call it, as in Ace Bi Lesbian sort of thing.

Actually wait- isn't this like sexual fluidity or something???

Whatever let's move on, I'll figure this out. It's not that important anyway. Just a cool little box I'd like to crawl in like a cat.

6. describe your OC’s favorite place to relax. (If u have an OC)

I have many, many ocs!! Although I never thought about this, hmm.. Most of them like to sit atop trees, though. As for my newest oc, the demon Mia, Satan's lap. I will not elaborate.

7. how do you feel about horror movies? do you like psychological thrillers more or jump-scare oriented movies?

I'm not a fan, but it's fun watching them sometimes. I don't really like jump scares though, especially those cheep ones. So I'd say I prefer psychologial horrors, although if it gets too much, I might not like it either. My overthinking likes to get messy sometimes, so I need to be careful with what I watch so I don't spend the entire night overthinking, y'know.

8. what do you want written on your gravestone? why? (wrong answers only)

Respawning in 3, 2, 1... Network error

9. have you ever played with a ouija board?

No, I didn't. But maybe I could, dunno.

10. what's your favorite scary book or movie? why?

Hmm... Scary? Not sure. I can't really remember anything I'd consider scary AND which I'd like..

11. Describe yourself through the eyes of a stranger

When I saw her for the first time, there wasn't much about her. Black and pink clothes, long hair, rectangular face. She was just extremely short, like 5"0', but I knew people like that exist. She wore the face that said Upset- the corners of her lips bent down and there was tension around her eyes. She looked like she was frowning. She stared into the distance, spacing out. Was something going on behind those eyes? Was she mad at someone? Whatever it was, I wanted to keep my distance. I realised she felt different, wrong in a way, like a puzzle piece from a different set. I looked away, she kinda intimidated me, actually.

12. Share a secret about yourself?

I ALMOST wrote fanfiction at one point. I even opened the document...

13.do you believe in Astrology?

Yes and no. I think it got some things right, and there's definitely something to it, but I don't think it holds some Absolute Truth or anything. It only got a bit of the truth, and only that I believe.

14. Do you have a favourite swear word?

Haha, I don't swear, at all. I just can't. Although lately I've caught myself slipping on accident, even tho very quietly so no one could hear.. Not sure if I have a favourite one, then. Maybe the uhhhh f-word, it slips the most tbh, or maybe the word for butt um, y'know. Aaaah I'm so sorry I just can't write them ;-;

15. Do you like Amusement Park rides?

I've never been on one, so hard to tell.

16. Favourite animated movie?

Ah! Too difficult! I love too many! Probably Wall-E though, such a sweet and moving story.

17. What’s your most searched thing on Google?

"youtube"

original, I know.

Other than that, I pretty much all the time search "[insert word] meaning", mainly to check I remember words correctly.

Last time it was pushover. Cause I used it in here

[mydailylifewithbpd]

I have not had these feelings before and it fucking scares me so much I don’t like it part of me is going into old habits of wanting to run and get myself out of the situation and I’m trying to surpress that feeling soo much cause I actually really really love them soo much! And they honestly mean the world to me but I don’t want to hurt them at all and really scard I’m gonna hurt them or something going happen. These feelings are scary I don’t know what to do about them, it’s really hard right now and I’m scard cause I don’t want to loose them but I’m scard, soo scard. I want to run, but also if I can stop myself from crying that be a good starting point

[shinjaeha]

bad buddy ep 6 (thoughts)

so i genuinely wasn’t intending on making this an ongoing thing. i thought this was gonna be a one and done thing with ep 5 (since i just couldn’t keep any of those feelings inside)...but i’m constantly finding things that i want to say with each new ep (and literally no one i know is watching this irl so i desperately need to dump all my thoughts somewhere).

there was so much i absolutely loved about this ep, so here i am, once again caving into my feelings and yelling into the void bc bad buddy can get me crying my eyes out one ep and then smiling until my cheeks hurt in the next. the emotional whiplash of it all 😭😂

pran touching his lips and thinking about the rooftop kiss completely devastated me. this poor boy’s gone from thinking that pat would never love him back (and thinking that pat was pursuing ink), to the blow up of feelings that happened on the roof that culminated in him giving into his heart and kissing pat like the world was ending. but now everything’s caught up with him, and nothing will ever be the same again. it’s such a mix of elation and terror bc this was never a part of his plan. he was content with just being in pat’s life in this undefined ‘friends, but not really friends’ relationship of theirs, but now pat’s changed things up yet again. flipped the script...bc pat’s always shaking up pran’s world like this.

the difference between how normal pran acts around pat at the beginning of ep 4, and how he acts around him in this ep, is that he’d prepared himself for heartbreak. he’s had years to prepare himself...but pat actually liking him back fr?? now, that’s something that he never accounted for. partly bc he didn’t think it would ever happen, partly bc he knows that if it DID, the fallout would be disastrous for the both of them due to all the outside forces they’d have to face. it’s easier to not think about something that isn’t going to happen anyway...until it does...

pat banging on pran’s door is just like him. he wants to confront things head on the moment they happen, but pran is an understandable mess rn. he’s had so much longer to dwell on this never coming true (only for it to come true) than pat ever has. he’s been in love with pat for so long this prob feels like a dream to him.

bus stop grand opening scene highlights once again that they’re constantly surrounded by people so they’re forced to keep the act up at all times. it’s only when they’re alone that they get to drop it. this is obviously more beneficial for pran rn given the current circumstances and how he’s trying to avoid pat at all costs, but it won’t stop pat. once this boy has his heart set on something, he’s all in. pran’s doubled down his defences since the kiss as he knows he’s already given too much of himself to pat by kissing him back...but if anyone can break them down again, it’s pat.

i think it’s been fairly obvious since the start that pran’s grown up in a household that’s a lot more strict than pat’s. they’ve dropped hints from the way the both of them speak to their parents (pat speaks a lot more casually to his dad than pran does to his parents), to the fact that pat’s dad offered to buy him a new drum set when pat got his class presidency title, whilst pran was never offered the same from his parents...likely bc it was already expected of him to be class president. now we learn for certain that his mum doesn’t even allow him to play the guitar at all, which explains why he had to save up for it by himself when he was in high school. and of course, the fact that pran was forced by his parents to transfer schools. it’s no wonder that pran is as emotionally closed off and defensive as he is. his parents won’t even let him have this one outlet to express himself (music), and any time that he HAS expressed himself (eg. the band, liking pat), he’s been punished for it, so naturally that just leads to him surpressing all those emotions bc if his parents find out what he’s feeling, he’ll just be punished for it again.

pran hiding the guitar at wai’s place is basically just him trying to hide his feelings for pat away again. there’s a significance in it being the guitar that he’s hiding since music (the band) is the main reason they connected and started seeing eye to eye with one another in the first place. not to mention, pat was the one who gave his guitar back to him. so he can’t let his parents find out about the guitar (about how he feels for pat). what makes me esp sad about all this is that pran really has no one he can talk to about what happened that night. no one to offload onto..and this is something that he’s likely used to :( he can’t even talk to wai about it bc of the feud between their respective faculties. he can only tell him in a coded way by using the guitar as a stand in for pat. “we know how it’s going to end, isn’t it better not to start at all?” that explains everything he’s feeling right there.

window scene!!!!! now this feels like some proper romeo and juliet/star-crossed lovers type stuff. pat’s open window contrasted with pran’s closed one as he peeks through the slight gap in his curtains is so symbolic of where they’re at rn. pran has his walls up again, but pat can still see a glimpse of him shine through telling him that pran wants this as much as he does...even if he won’t say it out loud. like the glass, pat can see right through him. so he makes the first crack in the glass by actually going over to pran’s house to try to talk to him. although he’s shooed away by pran’s mum, it DOES get pran to leave the window and linger outside his house. baby steps.

speaking of the family feud, it’s been awhile since we’ve seen from their parents and this looks like it’s just a brief taste test of what’s to come (and how far this feud runs). the story is clearly laying down the groundwork as we gear up for this arc later on bc something went DOWN between pran’s mum and pat’s dad...and whatever it was has given pran’s mum a lot of resentment and bitterness hmmm. these poor kids getting dragged into a war that was never their own. a war that they shouldn’t even be fighting in :( 

i find the scene between pat and paa really cute bc it shows just how similar the two of them can be. truly siblings. so much for love guru paa 😂 why do i get the feeling that they’re both as dense as each other when it comes to love (still absolutely convinced inkpaa is happening btw!!).

pat literally walking into enemy territory, not once, but TWICE, just so he can get pran to talk to him...pat best boy!! :’)

it’s so funny to me that pran is literally using the earphones pat gave him in order to ignore pat. and i absolutely love that pat turned the silent treatment into a challenge for pran bc he knew pran would rise to to it as he always does. great tactic. they know each other so well.

they’re so destined for one another. from being born next door to each other, to having dorm rooms opposite one another, to choosing the same vegetable name tag...the stars are always aligning for the both of them. it’s actually one of the things that i love most about their romance in general. that the main conflict is really all about the external factors around them pulling them apart, but the two of them just constantly being fated anyway. always drawn to each other despite everyone around them telling them that they can’t be together. it hits harder bc all you want is for them to overcome all those obstacles and CHOOSE one another, everything else be damned.

OKAY, what i love about newspaper game scene is that when pat tells pran that avoiding eye contact with him means that pran loses the challenge, pran actually listens. he’s paying attention to pat...it gives pat the hint he needs to know that, even though pran is avoiding/ignoring him, he’s still playing the game by giving into pat’s rules. in the same way that pran’s always putting up his walls, there’s always that little sliver of a crack that pat consistently manages to find and make the most of. it’s something that pat seemingly keeps in mind later on with the bet as he knows that it’s what will get pran to play along with him.

when he steps between pran’s feet on the newspaper, it’s symbolic of the way that he’s been inserting himself into pran’s life since the moment they met again.

ngl, pat holding pran’s head as he fell made my heart flutter SO MUCH. he cares about him so deeply. i saw someone else say that pat falling along WITH pran foreshadowed that he was going to fall with pran no matter what happens to them in the future and i felt that in my chest hard ;;;

not pat going over to sit with pran’s gang even though they hate his guts but totally not caring about what any of them have to say about it bc he’s purely there for pran 😭 yet again, quite literally inserting himself into pran’s life. i also love how visual it is with their coloured tags. all of pran’s table have green tags, but in comes pat with his red tag, marking him as the outsider amongst everyone at the table. red bc he’s not welcome.

it’s sweet how even though pran’s ignoring him, he’s still trying his best to make sure his friends don’t hurt pat. like pat is def provoking them (though i don’t really blame him bc he has to stand his ground against them in some way since the hostility is stifling), but it’s almost funny how everything he does is so mild yet they’re all so intimidated and weirded out by him bc they have no idea WHY he’s acting the way he is. to them, it just feels like he’s provoking them all for no reason whatsoever. it DOES get pran to talk to him though...so he succeeded in what he actually wanted at least.

i like how in the scene where pran finally talks to him on the beach that night, you can see green lights behind pran. like what pat’s seeing is green for go...he wants them to have this conversation. he wants their relationship to progress into something more. but behind pat, there are these flashing red/orange lights. pran sees caution. he wants to stop this before it even begins. he’s nowhere near ready to talk about what happened between them. it reflects their conversation and what they’re feeling atm. pat gets what he wants (pran talking to him again), but only so pran can push him away again. however, pat’s dealt with this before, therefore he knows he needs to change tactics if he wants pran to open up to him again.

the truck scene is actually so CUTE. what’s so great about pat is that he really doesn’t give up. if his previous methods to get pran to talk to him properly don’t work, he’ll try something new. he’s so clever when it comes to things like this. he adapts so well when he’s put on the spot (it reminds me of ep 3 when he would come up with things on the fly...like his pitch for the logtech sponsorship. he’s just so much more intuitive and observant than what you see on the surface). by talking about their relationship indirectly to junior and asking for his advice, it forces pran’s hand bc he can’t ignore junior the way that he’s ignoring pat. so even though pran indirectly calls him annoying through junior, it’s still a reaction from him...and pat will take what he can get. the fact that he FINALLY gets pran to actually talk to him of his own accord (”you’ve never been to a market before or what?”) shows that pran’s slowly starting to soften and let pat back in again. pat’s methods are working.

honestly, what i love so much about the truck and market date scenes are that they show pat and pran that, without all the toxicity fuelling their everyday life, it’s possible for them to exist in a world where they can be together. i like that most of the last half of this ep is set away from all of that so they’re able to see what it’s like to exist in their own space without having to think about everyone and everything keeping them apart. they can have their own feelings without anyone telling them how they’re supposed to feel, or how they’re supposed to act around one another. they also get to interact in a space where no one else knows about their history (tong, junior, any of the market vendors), so they don’t have to put up the act. i think this would be esp significant for pran, since we know that pran’s the one that’s more worried about what the future holds for them if they ever did embark on a romantic relationship. it’s also partly what helps soften pran to pat’s advances again. it reminds him of how much he just enjoys being around him. and that that’s his own wish, untainted by his friends and family.

the market vendor telling them they’re cute (TRUE), and the both of them thanking him :’)))

it’s a small detail, but i really like how when they’re in the truck on the way to the market, they weren’t facing one another, but on the way back from the market, they’ve changed positions so they’re facing one another. the body language!! pat’s been thawing the ice this whole ep, and pran’s been melting little by little. pat doesn’t even care that pran’s wiped mud on him bc pran’s interacting playfully with him again and that’s all that matters!!

anyway, BEACH SCENE. MY FAVE SCENE THIS EP. STUNNING!!!!! they both look so good too 😭

it’s legit just so adorable watching them have FUN like this with one another. happiness looks amazing on pran!! pat’s the only one who ever makes pran smile like that, and i know we (and pat) all love seeing those cute dimples of his.

i love everything about their conversation on the beach. i love the way pat approached the topic. he brought up that night, pran backed down bc he still wasn’t ready to talk about it, and pat dropped it. he always takes into account pran’s feelings. i love pat more and more with each passing day. he’s just so patient and understanding of pran. he does such a good job of never overstepping pran’s boundaries. like he HAS to be the level of persistent he is in order to get pran to open up (or pran will bury all his feelings as usual and never confront what happened at all), and even though pat knows that they need to address the kiss (and his personality is the exact opposite of pran’s when it comes to confrontation), he never forces pran into anything he’s not ready for. he’s tenacious, but it never feels pushy...annoying maybe, but it never feels like he’s doing too much, or that what he’s doing is too aggressive.

it’s just so nice that they’re finally having a heart to heart about how they’ve felt all along about their rivalry. that the both of them know it was never rooted in hate (at least from their own respective ends). they were just pitted against one another from the start and never given a say on the matter.

i esp like what pat said about how he put himself in pran’s shoes and could never hate him bc he knew that pran was basically in the same position as him. it really explains why he’s so understanding when it comes to pran. how he never tries to pressure pran into talking about what happened, but instead tries all these different strategies in order to prompt pran into opening up to him. instead of taking a wrecking ball to the walls pran’s built up, he makes such an effort this ep at slowly but surely chipping away at those walls bc he knows that sooner or later the cracks in pran’s armour will begin to show more and more (as they have time and time again). i adore the way he does this bc it’s just really respectful of pran’s desire for time and space.

when pran says that he was angry at pat (and his mum) for getting him transferred, it makes me wonder if pat was more directly involved (though unintentionally) in what happened than we’re thinking?? just the way that pat paused and said he was sorry made me feel like there’s more to the picture than what we’ve gotten so far. could be completely wrong about this, but i just get ~vibes (this is a pretty popular theory, but i’ve also always thought that pran’s mum found out about their relationship in high school/that pran liked pat, and that was the main reason for the transfer...granted, that’s still pure speculation since we don’t really know yet).

there’s such a vulnerability to pran in this scene. to the both of them really, but it hits deeper with pran bc he’s been so cold to pat for most of this ep. i love nanon’s acting here bc you can see just how much he’s softened since the beginning of this ep from the way that pran gazes at pat. no words needed. everything conveyed in his eyes and the expression on his face. the both of them are SUCH incredible actors. everything they do and say as their characters just feels so natural and real. there’s so much nuance in their performances.

not how i almost cried when pat touched pran’s hand and pran didn’t move away ;;; like he’s accepting what pat said about not caring about the world for this moment in time. it’s the most that pran has let his guard down this whole ep, and it must feel like a major victory for pat after trying for so hard and for so long to win pran over again.

how much do i love that the first time that pat started seeing pran in a new light was when pran saved paa in the lake, and now he’s thanking pran for it properly in front of the sea :’)

pat can be annoying, but he’s just so unbearably cute. i love that when things are getting too heavy/serious, he’s always there to make pran laugh (fake drowning). he’s always doing things to make pran feel better. he just wants pran to be happy...to make him smile, and he’s willing to do all these little things if he can get even just a glimpse of that smile. if anyone knows how pran feels, it’s pat. there’s a lot of trauma that pran has to work through due to his parents, so anytime he gets these little glimpses of pran where he lets pat in, though they might not seem like a big deal, they are to pat. bc he knows that they’re big steps for pran.

though i’m hoping that pat asking pran if he’ll save him if he drowns isn’t foreshadowing for something in the future...

tbh i’ve always thought the engineering and architecture gangs were as quick to anger/violence as one another (the engineering gang were just more in your face about it at the beginning), so it doesn’t really surprise me that we’re getting more antagonism from the architecture gang this ep. i can actually sort of understand this from wai’s perspective...like he knows that there’s SOMETHING going on between pat and pran, only he has no idea what it is bc pran won’t tell him. for all he knows, pat is intentionally trying to provoke all of them to get to pran. obviously, this doesn’t excuse the violence, but i can understand why he’d be so protective of pran when he sees this other guy (an enemy of their’s, no less) constantly up in his best friend’s business for seemingly no reason whatsoever (and esp after the drunken fight last ep).

i think a lot of people tend to get fed up with the friend/family feuds going on, but i get the purpose of them as part of the narrative. it HAS to feel like there’s a huge rift between their friends and family in order for the relationship between pat and pran to feel like they’re facing insurmountable odds. just like in romeo and juliet with the montagues and the capulets, the feud runs deep between both sides, but they can’t help but love each other despite it.

pat KNOWING that architecture gang are gearing up to beat him up (likely bc he knows his own gang would do the same if the roles were reversed), but pran thinking on his feet and saving him from that happening. i love them.

it’s interesting that all of the gang know that something is up, and are questioning pran about why he’s being so protective of pat, but haven’t really forced him into a answer before all of this. esp wai given what happened between all three of them in the last ep. i get the feeling that it’s bc they know that pran is a pretty secretive person in general, so they don’t really push him too much for answers?? he understandably keeps his cards close to his chest, but it really breaks my heart knowing that he’s had to do this for all his life. like he’s kept so much about himself hidden even from the people that are supposed to be his best friends. pat is literally the only one that knows most of his story (and not even all of it), and that’s bc they grew up together and were pushed into the same situation.

he reveals just a little bit of what he’s feeling (like when he talked about giving up the guitar bc of his mum to wai, or when he says he’s heartbroken bc his first love got into a relationship), but never gives anyone the full picture. just enough so it can stop the questions/ease the tension.

the progression of pran’s feelings is so lovely in this ep. he goes from completely stonewalling pat at the beginning, to slowly letting him in at his own pace after realising that pat’s not going to stop pursuing him. look at the difference in reaction when pat grabbed his arm earlier in the ep and pran pulled away and compare that to when pat grabs his wrist again now on the beach. they stay locked in the moment. he’s no longer pulling away. there’s an assurance and steadiness in pat’s gaze that makes pran feel more at ease. no more red lights in the background of these shots.

i’ll say it a million times over, but i love it so much how pat never gives up trying to get pran to talk to him about what happened no matter how many times pran shoots him down. even literally spelling it out for him since pran says he doesn’t want to talk about it. he knows that it’s important that they clear the air so that they’re both on the same page and there are no mixed messages between the both of them.

it’s just SO refreshing that they can actually have open and honest conversations with one another, and that they don’t let any misunderstandings fester. pat’s a great counter to pran’s stubbornness bc of the way he gently pushes him (without pressuring him) to actually communicate with him. like he himself says, if pran never says anything, how is he supposed to understand how he feels??

okay, but do you SEE how lowkey (highkey on the inside!!) delighted pran is when pat tells him that he doesn’t like ink in that way. it’s the assurance he needed. he was all ���mind your business” two seconds ago and then suddenly he’s all up in pat’s business 😂 i love that pat turns what he said back around on him too.

what i like so much about their conversations is that while they’re honest with one another, they’re still always holding something back. things that they’re not ready to talk about (in pran’s case), or things that they’ll only reveal once pran’s ready to talk (in pat’s case). this way, it feels like like we slowly peeling back the layers a little bit more each time they have one of these conversations. it feels realistic bc you rarely bare everything to someone in a single conversation...and they’re addressing everything they need to at their own pace.

pran’s entire demeanour changes when pat reveals he doesn’t like ink anymore, and pat def notices. from here on, it’s like they’re egging each other on. by steering the conversation into more familiar territory (competition), the both of them become so much more comfortable. this is their element.

earlier in the ep, pran said that he didn’t know how to be nice to pat since they’ve only ever known how to be rivals, and it gives a whole new meaning to their interactions in the earlier eps. they had no clue how to act with one another again after all those years of not being in each other’s lives, so they defaulted back into fighting/competing with each other as it’s what they’d been taught to do their entire lives. here, it’s much the same. they fall back into competing with one another bc it’s what they know. and neither of them will backdown bc competing with each other is in their blood at this point (and it’s just plain fun for them).

honestly, i can’t get over how the bet is SUCH a great plot device in moving their relationship forward. it’s a great way of bridging the gap between the two of them from not knowing how to act nicely around one another (particularly bc they’re still not ready or able to define what their relationship really is without confronting what it would mean for their future) to being lovers. since all they’ve ever known is competing against one another, and they’ve both HIGHLY competitive people, this gives them a reason to flirt and woo each each other to their heart’s content. they get to be as cute and romantic with one another as they desire without thinking about what it really means...and this is what they REALLY want, but they’d never admit it at this stage of their relationship yet. it’s not about the bet, it’s about the bet giving them a reason to explore their feelings in an avenue that feels safe to them since their relationship is currently in this state where they’re no longer enemies, still not friends, but something much more that they can’t put a label to.

i think another thing i like so much about the bet is that it’s been built up since the beginning. we’ve seen them compete over the most minor of things, so OF COURSE they would compete over something like who falls in love with the other first. it doesn’t feel like a trope thrown in there with no meaning. it feels like it’s been naturally woven into the story bc of the nature of their relationship and their specific dynamic.

something else very interesting to note is that although pran lies and says he doesn’t like pat, pat never says the same back when pran goads him into admitting he likes him. he just dodges the accusation and turns it back around on pran. it’s so on brand for their personalities bc pat’s honest. he very obviously likes pran and wouldn’t lie about it. pran, on the other hand, WOULD (see: ep 4 ending scene when he tells pat he hates him). i just love the writing here bc pran’s so into the competition that he doesn’t even realise that pat’s not denying he likes him. it’s subtle, but it says so much. there’s no winner or loser in this game bc even if pat loses, he wins...since he got pran back playing the game with him again. he wins bc he gets to make pran happy. and this is obviously the same for pran, who’s been in love with pat for all this time and finally gets to act on it.

that seaweed scene was the BEST product placement scene i have ever seen!!!!!!!!! the finger lick felt around the world...PRAN I-

i love pat’s little eyebrow twitch after the finger lick. you just know that it’s the hottest thing he’s ever experienced...and that he’s thinking about just how much he might have underestimated pran in this game of love they’re playing.

i love that they’re both wearing tie-die shirts here (just couple things 😌). pat’s is bright and colourful...in your face and loud like we know his flirting is. pran’s is muted with splashes of colour...seemingly subtle, but when he attacks, he ATTACKS.

to think, pran’s been controlling his feelings and keeping them under wraps for all this time, and now he actually has the chance to EXPLORE them?? i feel an incoming explosion on the way 😂 pat can barely keep his feelings in check (it took him like what...2-3 days to come to terms with his feelings for pran and kiss him senseless on that rooftop??)...how is he gonna handle pran INTENTIONALLY flirting with him this time and not give in?? pran has some experience bc pat’s been flirting with him basically since the day they met again, but pat has no experience with the full force of pran’s flirting (and just based on the end of this ep alone, the boy is BOLD). i know there’s still the incoming angst arc on its way (and that this is just the calm before the storm), but it’s gonna be SO MUCH fun to watch that i have decided not to think about the future for the time being thank u!! i just want to see them fall deeper and deeper in love pls. i want to watch them set each other’s hearts ablaze!!

i was always under the assumption that the next couple of eps after ep 5 were gonna be a little more light-hearted and fluffy. eps 4 and 5 gave us a pretty heavy dose of angst, so we needed the reprieve from the tenseness of those eps. we also need these lighter eps to establish and build up more of their romantic relationship as it further strengthens the whole ‘us against the world’ narrative that they’re setting up for when the big conflict arises. basically, i’m gonna enjoy all the fluff while i can bc i know we’re only halfway through this rollercoaster of a show.

anyway, based on the domesticity of the ep 7 preview, new end credits, and how p’aof has mentioned that we’re all gonna d** next ep, i am absolutely going to cease to function once it airs. good luck to all of us!!!!!!!! we’ll need it!!!!!!!!!!

[shotorozu]

Heya! I love your writing. Could I request scenarios for Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, Midoriya and Denki (if that’s ok, and if not, just cut Denks 😔) with a S/O that snorts when they laugh and their a little insecure about it, so they usually cover their mouth as soon as it happens or just try not to laugh at anything and as a result they put up this serious front when, in reality, they are really just ✨a crackhead✨

s/o that doesn’t like their laugh

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, kirishima eijirou, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns, quirk not specific

headcanon type : fluff, crack-ish (if you squint, there’s a dash hurt and comfort)

note(s) : PLS i can relate to this, my laugh is a cross hybrid of a window being cleaned, and a hyena 🗿 i normally don’t write 5 characters in one post but.. exceptions will be made. sorry that this took so long! will go back to writing requests

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bakugou katsuki

he was very confused, and shocked?? it was a lot

you and him are very similar, like,, out of all the people in 1-A, he’s never seen you laugh like.. hysterically.

it was always normal for him to surpress his laughter when the times are right. but even when you guys got together, he never saw you laugh

which was just a “hm.. okay? wtf, i haven’t seen them laugh before??” moment

and don’t get me wrong, it’s not like you’re emotionless, and he HASN’T seen you laugh, it’s more like you just cut yourself off before it gets too intense

which is.. 🤨 weird. to him at least

laugh if you need to laugh, he doesn’t get why you always cut yourself off, like smh the audacity

okay so imagine this, you’re sitting in the kitchen— only a few feet away from katsuki, as he finishes cooking for you, just like any normal day

but i also headcanon that bakugou likes to taste test his cooking, before he can serve it to you. y’know— just in case he accidentally used bad ingredients which is rare, since he’s very precise with cooking

so he prepares the plate and utensils, and before he serves it to you— he takes a quick taste to see how it is, but his face immediately twists in disatisfaction

“what the fuck—” he sputters, looking at the plate “who the fuck switched the salt and sugar?”

and that seemed to be your breaking point, you immediately burst out into a fit of giggles and snorts, even with katsuki still recovering from the weird after taste.

if it was any other person, he would’ve chucked them out of the kitchen— but seeing you laugh out loud like this left him appalled

but your laughing episode is cut short when you realize that katsuki’s just staring. not saying anything, nor is he telling you off for laughing.

his expression looks so indifferent from seeing you laugh?? so you simply just apologize “sorry, i know the laugh is ugly.”

katsuki quickly snaps out of it, ruby irises glaring at you “ugly? when the hell did i say that?” he questions, voice gruff

your silence makes him think that you’re actually insecure about your laugh, an despite the weird aftertaste in his mouth, he decides to speak

“look, it was nice seeing you laugh, idiot.” he adds, because it sounded a little too nice “i don’t get why you have to hold your laughter back, especially around me. laugh if you need to, i’m not gonna judge you.”

plus, he’s not the person to judge you for your laugh anyway, his laugh.. is questionable for sure. i wouldn’t say it’s any better, so that would’ve be hypocritical of him

“you sure?”

“hell yeah i’m fuckin’ sure! but anyway, i’m gonna kill the bitch that switched the salt and sugar!” he gets up from the table, plate in hand as he goes to fix the meal

he surely can’t see your face right now, but when he hears you laugh, he can’t find himself not being able to smile.

he can only look forward to seeing you laugh again.

kirishima eijirou

his first reaction was :00 and 😳

so he was kind of left to his own thoughts when he realized that,, he hasn’t seen you laugh wildly before

and it’s not like you were just 😐 the entire time, you just always covered your mouth whenever you wanted to laugh

it was a big mystery to him, but he doesn’t think it’s quite manly to ask you that, it wasn’t long before he found out anyway

so! i headcanon that kirishima has his lil gaming night with the bakusquad maybe once or twice a week, they usually choose to communicate through the voice chat so.. no physical interaction.

and you’re just there, spectating the entire thing. because you still wanted to spend time with eijirou— but you didn’t want to interrupt his weekly gaming moment

so there’s a twist— he was actually playing a rpg multi-player horror game with the bakusquad, so.. jumpscares, am i right?

you were just sitting there on his bed, just watching if there’s anything interesting so far— and surprise! there’s a jumpscare.

eijirou jumps a little from the impact, and you can just hear the faint girlish screams of bakugou and kaminari, even from this length— basically telling all of them to just fucking dip! run the other way!

AND YOU WEREN’T EXPECTING BAKUGOU TO SCREAM SO.. HIGH PITCHED?

so you just start laughing when you hear the continuous screams, from his headset rip kiri’s ear drums and while kirishima tried to focus on the objective, he couldn’t help but turn around

just to see you laughing your ass off. and he’s there like 😳 they’re laughing?? they’re laughing!

so kirishima quickly finishes the game, but he just found himself in a state of shock. but then you covered your mouth so :(( aw.

you notice that he finished his game, so you just stop laughing entirely “oh— are you finished, eijirou?”

he’s still kind of taken aback by the laugh, and you seem to have noticed his reaction “wait, did you.. hear that?”

when you see eijirou nod, your expression seemed shell shock— which confused him, until you told him that you assumed that he didn’t hear you because of the headphones

“what? is it bad?” he asks with genuine curiousity, but you just explain that you’re just embarrassed. because the laugh itself is ugly

which kirishima disagrees!! >:(( your laugh had him in awe. he loves seeing you laugh, and it was a nice surprise.

“i love hearing you laugh! it makes me happy— i don’t see any reason that you should be ashamed of it, everyone’s laugh is different, after all.”

you’d say he’s lying, but the genuine toothy grin on kirishima face convinces you that he has the purest intentions.

midoriya izuku

now that i’ve thought about it, have we ever seen this boy burst into laughter?? this excludes the hospital scene of course.

but he’s not too concerned about himself not being able to freely laugh, but it was more like he was curious (or concerned) about you

you’re always quick to either cut yourself off, or you just cover your mouth entirely. and he can’t help but feel curious!

he asked you at some point on why you do those things when you laugh, but you just shrugged. so until that point, it was just simply a mystery— that’s left to his own imagination

so whenever midoriya creates new moves with his quirk, he’d have the sudden desire to show his s/o and ask if the move would be practical in anything. because why not

and we all know how much midoriya trains right? he’s quite the hard worker. but you were taking a nap in the afternoon, after finishing your school work for the day

it’s probably reaching 3pm now, and izuku finished making new moves with his quirk, and he was eager to show you!

he didn’t want to do this but he ended up waking you up anyway, and he brought you outside to show you the new moves

“look at this, Y/N!” he says, all excited oh boy

what he didn’t expect was how fast he was going— missing the entire key move, and he started plummetting to the ground (similar to a ragdoll being thrown)

you were still partially dowsy, and you weren’t expecting him to fall to the ground like THAT, so you started laughing hard

and because you’re still drowsy, you don’t recognize that you’re actually laughing— yeah, izuku may be still on the ground, but wow. you’re laughing!!

he’s surely taken back, because he’s never actually seen you burst into laughter like this, he was just

yet, you immediately slap your hand over your mouth— when you realize that you’re actually laughing out loud, and snorting in front of your boyfriend wjdnwkx

“i’m sorry, izuku” you regain composure, immediately rushing to his aid to help him up, “you didn’t need to hear, or see that.”

but why are you apologizing? he’s the one that dragged you out here to see him fail 💀 “no, no! it’s fine Y/N. i was just surprised, that’s all.”

the expression on his face kind of worries you— because omg what if he thinks the laugh was ugly? i’ll never laugh again.

“i’d understand if you’d think my laugh was kind of ugly, izu—”

“what— it’s not ugly!” he’s quick to object “i think.. it’s really nice. it surprised me, but your laugh’s interesting! in the good way, and it’s also kind of cute, uhm—.” pls don’t give him a heart attack

you shake your head, because you already have a good idea of what he feels— and it’s quite positive. “i get it, izuku. thank you for the reassurance.”

he finally calms down when you give him a quick smooch on the lips. in short, you were the one to calm him down rip

todoroki shouto

he’s definitely curious about it

i mean, it’s a natural occurence at this point— shouto was already observant of you, what more when he started developing feelings for you

once again, not someone who freely laughs (he’s quite oblivious with the socializing part so it’s too be expected) but that doesn’t mean you should mirror him

like midoriya, he probably tried speaking to you about it— but you always reassured him that it was just a subconscious habit still odd but.. if you say so

so, shouto’s downstairs in the kitchen right? he’s preparing a snack to bring up to your room, and while he was trying his best to hurry up with it

you eventually trekked downstairs, and saw shouto preparing said snack. so what do you do? you surprise him!

“shouto!” you peak behind him, and he’s startled because he thought he was alone this entire time

so— he might’ve accidentally started a mini fire out of shock, and he’s quick to realize that

🧍 there’s a fire. that i’ve created. it was a miracle that he didn’t set off the alarms

the situation is handled pretty quickly, since he’s fast enough to put out the fire. but now, shouto’s just staring at the burned piece of snack.

silence.

“..there was an attempt.” he says it simply, while also equipped with a rather frazzled expression.

this causes you to burst out into a fit of laughter, snorting at the scene in front of you— the comment being oddly hilarious

he’s the personification of 🧍right now, and shouto’s just watching at the rare scene of you hunched over the kitchen counter, snorting from laughter

“i’m sorry, shouto.” you cover your mouth, still trying to regain your composure “i’m sorry that i scared you but.. it was kind of funny.”

shouto’s just thinking “..they were laughing.” not in a bad way, of course. he’s heard people laugh at his ‘jokes’ but this was definitely a different feeling.

shouto being well,, shouto. he’s going to be blunt with his words “your laugh is pretty.”

but your first reaction is 👁👁?? PRETTY?? “shouto, out of all the things my laugh could be— you chose pretty?” you’re looking at him like he’s crazy rn

he’s really confused like,, “yeah. your laugh is pretty, is that bad?”

so then you explain that you just never perceived your laugh as pretty, only because you ‘snorted like a pig’ he thought that was a little sad to hear

“i don’t see a reason that you should be ashamed of your laugh, Y/N.” he moves closer, setting a cool hand on your shoulder “every part of you is special in their own individual way. and i’ll love every part of it.”

“you,, mean that? like really??” you ask, and he confirms it with a nod, resting his head against your shoulder “i’m sorry that i burned your snack.”

“it’s fine. i’m sorry i scared you,”

“if it made you laugh then.. i’d say it’s worth it.” and you can’t really think that he’d lie, just by the way his mismatched eyes stare at you in pure adoration.

kaminari denki

the only person here that laughs freely whenever and wherever, he has that class clown type of beat

he was a little sad to see that you always covered your mouth whenever you laughed, since it sort of makes his day to see people laugh at his jokes

but of course, he’d never judge you— he may be curious about certain things but,, he’ll never secondguess you as a whole

similar to todoroki and midoriya, he’ll ask you in a lighthearted way on why you cover your mouth whenever you laugh

and you always brush it off, so he’d just have to respect that

i’d imagine that he’d encounter your laugh when you guys are doing your daily cracktivities

you guys were already quite good friends before you guys started dating, and this was quite a habit that always occurred maybe once or twice a week

the both of you were desperately trying to hold in the laughter that threatened to escape your lips, at 2am 💀

and the both of you guys were watching compilations of that talent show livestream on youtube (tiahra nelson’s to be specific)

so you’re still holding in your laughter, and reaches to that point in the video, where tiahra nelson was watching that dude sing ‘electric love’ (ref : this video)

seeing denki’s shocked reaction made you realize that— you just can’t hold it in anymore, so, you bursted into a fit of snorts and laughter, sliding onto denki’s shoulder

denki’s still holding in his laughter because he doesn’t want to get busted by iida or something— but oh my, YOUR LAUGH IS CONTAGIOUS TO HIM

he’s never heard you laugh this hard but omg, your laugh is contagious as hell— so he starts laughing with you 💀

eventually, the laughing does die down— and you guys move on to the next video. it’s oddly quiet at first, because the realization had just hit you and hard

you snorted in front of your boyfriend, and you’re sure that he doesn’t care that much but,, wow, you are embarrassed.

“wow— your laugh is contagious,” denki slides his hand across your shoulder, and while he’s been trying to keep the atmosphere at it’s normal, he’s quite nervous??

“it was a new experience uhm, sorry, i don’t know what i’m saying, and i know you’d be insecure about it all and..” he fumbles with his words for a bit, because denki isn’t THE BEST with serious things

“your laugh is cute.” his eyes are glued onto the screen, and his tone is basically stating that he’s right. your laugh is really cute

“you’re cheesy,” you playfully smack his chest, but you can’t help but feel quite bashful of his words

no but really,, whenever you laugh, denki starts to laugh along with you, since it’s so contagious he’s not that sorry about it

moving past the sappy shit, it’s quite helpful in cracktivities 💀

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[hwangsies]

just the two of us

pairing: idol!lee minho × idol!f reader

warnings: smut as in, masturbation (f), softdom!minho (?), choking, thigh riding, somewhat denied orgasm i guess lol, swearing and bad descriptions of dancing

wc: idk maybe 2k?

enjoy <3

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"hi guys, im on my way to the jyp building right now" you speak into the vlogging camera.

"...where i'm meeting stray kids lee know sunbaenim to study a choreography for us to perform at the upcoming awardshow" you smile into the camera, holding a thumbs up as you try to conceal your nervousness.

You know that the vlog isnt going to be released until after the show so you dont have to worry about spoiling anything.

"I'll see you guys later" you wave into the camera before handing it back to your manager who lets you know that you'll be there in about 10 minutes.

The only thing you're worried about is meeting a certain very handsome main dancer you may or may not have been biasing since his debut, which was about six months before your group had theirs.

So naturally, when your group grew big with you as their maindancer, and the organizers of the awardshow suggested that you and minho get together for a collaboration stage, you freaked.

Once you pull up to the jyp building, you can make out dispatch paparazzi and roll your eyes.

Your manager just reminds you to ignore them before getting out and opening the door for you.

Quickly you grab your bag and pull your jackets hood over your head.

They start calling your name but you and your team are quick to be inside of the building.

The nice woman behind the front desk gives your manager acsess cards as you look around to see the young camera woman on your team is already pointing the vlog camera on you so you wave into the camera.

Outside you see a crowd of fans also waving and pointing their phones at you through the large glass windows so you also wave back at them; laughing when one of them sends you a flying kiss, so you send one back.

"lets go y/n" your manager speaks to you, and you nod, waving goodbye to the fans before disappearing from their eyes as you step into an elevator.

Inside the elevator you check yourself out in the large mirror, pulling back your hood and smoothing out your hair.

"how do i look?" You ask your manager at which she grins "you look good, relax"

You sigh and nod, clearing your throat as to avoid a voice crack later.

When the elevator doors open, you see the famous dance practice rooms, that are named after big musicians on each side of the hall.

The door to the Madonna room is open and your manager leads the way.

Once you walk in you see another camera pointed at you, minho is standing in the middle of the room.

He as well has a camera pointed at him, he smiles when you lock eyes and bows.

You bow back when he walks towards you; extending his hand, you shake it.

"I'm Minho, nice to meet you" he smiles, he looks even better in person you think.

He's wearing light makeup but you can see that his skin is smooth underneath and his eyes seem even bigger and spraklier in person.

"Y/n, hi, nice to meet you" you bow again, partly to hide your blushing face.

After a minute of somewhat awkward smalltalk you hand your jacket and bag to your manager and the choreographer positions the two of you.

You had already memorized your part of the dance from the video he sent you and minho (you're assuming), now you just had to practice it together.

He makes you stretch to warm up before starting the music to see how much the two of you know of the dance.

Everything goes smoothly and the choreographer praises the both of you.

"lets go ahead and try the lift, im assuming you didnt practice that yet?" He asks.

"no" minho shakes his head, you do as well.

"okay minho, you hold her here" he takes minhos hand and places it on your waist.

"and on the inner thigh so you can spin her better" he explains, your mind starts running though.

What if he feels your inner thigh fat, or even worse, what if you sweat excessively and he slips and drops you.

Your thoughts get disrupted when minho carefully wraps his arm around you to grap onto your thigh.

"is that okay?" He asks from behind you, the little hairs on your neck rising.

"yea" you nod.

"okay, on my count" the choreographer speaks up "one, two..three and up!"

You tense your body when you feel him lifting you, your arms raise on their own accord, legs stiffening to create an aesthetic sillouette.

"very nice" the choreographer claps after minho lets you back down.

"lets take a break" one of the jyp staff members announces.

"you were great" you feel minhos hand graze your arm, your head whips around.

"oh, thank you" you smile sheepishly "so were you" earning a grin from him.

"thanks" he nods, grabbing a bottle of water before giving you one as well.

"thanks" you say, opening it and taking a few sips.

He watches you for a second before doing the same.

"hey, you guys" a young jyp staff woman comes up to you "we're gonna do a little sit down q&a moment, to give the fans some more interaction alright?" she explains, leading you guys to sitdown on the large sofa in the back of the room.

She moves back behind the cameras "so we're gonna be really casual okay? Im gonna throw in some questions and you just answer them"

You and minho nod, looking at each other before looking back at her.

"okay, so have you ever met before?"

"uh- well" you look at minho, he nods, encouraging you to talk "we've seen eachother at music shows, when we were with our members but we never talked" you say.

Minho nods.

"What did you think when you heard of this collaboration?"

Minho starts "i was excited because i think y/n has great stage presence and is a very talented dancer, so i think i could learn a thing or two from her"

"oh, thank you" you huff, surpressing a giggle as you bow slightly.

"What about you, y/n?"

"Uhm- well i was a little scared to be honest because he's really talented himself" you look over at him, so see he's smiling onto the ground "but also because i've been a fan of his since skz debuted so..."

"really?"

-

After coming back to the dorm and your members pressing you for every detail of what it was like to meet him and dance with him, you hop straight in the shower.

The warm water prickles at your face before you turn around, letting it run down your back.

You cant stop thinking about the feeling of his hands on your body, they were so strong and warm.

Or the one part of the chorepgraphy where you grind back into him and feel his muscular thighs flexed against the back of your own.

Not to mention his pretty smile and plump rosy lips, you would bet everything that he's a phenomenal kisser.

Your hand is trailing down your body as you imagine it was his, gently running over your mound before dipping into your folds.

A whimper slips past your lips out of frustration, its been way to long since someone had his way with you.

The idol life doesnt always leave time for that, but you can imagine what it would be like if you let minho have his way with you.

Your fingers start rubbing cirlces into your clit as you imagine him being the one to do it to you; kissing down your neck with his plump lips before toying at your nipples with his tongue.

You feel the way your belly tightens when you tink about how he would talk dirty; you dont know what would turn you on more, him calling you a good girl or a filthy little slut.

Would he let you cum right now or drag it out so your could cum around his cock? Damn you bet he has a gorgeous cock, everything on that man has got to be perfect.

And the way his dancer hips would snap into you would definetly be the thing to push you over the edge.

Your head rolls back and you bite your lip as to not let out a sound when your orgasm finally hits.

Your legs quiver a little when you ride out your high.

It wasnt the most earthshattering orgasm you've ever experienced but it did its job in satisfying you a little.

Clean and dry again, you let yourself fall onto your bed, sighing before you climb underneath your sheets.

Grabbing your phone from your nighstand, you see a message from an unknown number pop up.

unknown number : hey y/n -received at 9:56 pm

unknown number : its minho :) -received at 9:57 pm

Your heart skips a beat when the second one pops up, slowly you slide the message and land in the chat.

Whats a cool way to say hi back? hey?....no

sup? oh hell no

hiii....definetly not.

you: hi :) -sent at 9:58 pm

Good one, y/n.

you: how did you get my number? -sent at 9:58 pm

minho : my manager pulled a few strings lol, how are u? -received at 10:00 pm

you : im fine, a little tired ,hbu? -sent at 10:00 pm

Shit, yea go ahed y/n be the driest texter in the world no biggie, its not like this is lee minho.

minho: aww practice was to hard? lol im feeling fine -received at 10:01 pm

minho: jkjk lol the real reason im texting you is to ask if you want to meet up again -received at 10:02

Excuse me?

minho: yk, to practice but without all the cameras and people -received at 10:02

Okay, y/n calm down, dont answer yet. Dont make him think you're desperate to meet him again even though you are.

you: yea, sure. when are you free? -sent at 10:05

Very chill, nice job.

minho: im actually off the day after tomorrow, hbu? -received at 10:06 pm

you: i can make that work in the evening -sent at 10:06 pm

And there goes not looking desperate.

minho: nice, meet me here around 6 then? -received at 10:08 pm

minho has shared a location

minho: its an old dance studio, i know the owner :) -recieved at 10:08 pm

you: alright, see you then :) -sent at 10:09 pm

minho: good night y/n :) -sent at 10:09 pm

Do you send a good night back?...no, that would be too much...right?

You sigh and drop your phone next to you on your bed, your fists rubbing at your eyes.

There is no way you'll be able to sleep the next two nights.

-

It has been getting warmer recently, so you are surprised when the weather turns its back on you and suddenly blows icy wind against your face.

And you thought you had chosen wisely when only putting on a hoodie over your shirt.

You check your phone to see that you arrived at minhos sent location, yet there is no dance studio in sight.

Shivering, you turn around to search for signs on doors when you hear the door behind you opening.

"hey, in here" minho grins when you stumble around.

You look up at the building and look down at him.

"hi" you smile, somewhaþ confusedly.

"come in" he holds the door open for you.

"this building looks like its gonna get torn down soon" you say, still shivering a little as you look at minho, who's only sporting grey sweatpants and a black tshirt.

"it is" minho nods, looking around "sadly, i love coming here" he adds before looking back at you.

"still cold?" he asks, approaching you before rubbing over your arms with his hands.

"ye-huh" you interrupt yourself, gulping harshly when his cologne creeps up your nose.

He grins "better?" You nod, forcing a smile "yea, thanks"

An hour later, you are deeply immersed in the dance when you stumble at the same spot again, for the nth time.

"fuck" you aggrevatedly run your hand through your hair, angry at yourself for not getting this turn down the way it should look.

"I'm sorry, im usually not this bad i j-"

"you're not bad y/n" minho giggles, shaking his head "its alright, sometimes a move just doesnt work at first"

You huff out some air "im just nervous" you shake your head "i've never done a stage like this and i dont want to disappoint people"

"its normal to be nervous" minho stops the music before coming up behind you "just dont let it overpower the fun part"

He moves some hair from your shoulder "plus its just the two of us right now, and you cant disappoint me" he smiles softly, heat rushing to your cheeks.

"try positioning your hips..." he places his hands on your hips before gently rotating them to the left "... more like this before turning" he explains ,eyes locking in the mirror.

For a second, the only thing you can hear is your own heartbeat as his hands move up a little and linger on the exposed skin of your waist.

"okay" you breathe "lets try it from the top"

"yea?"

"yea" you nod.

The music starts again and your body takes over for you, you kick and jump and turn.

Minho lifts you like its nothing and before you know it, you do the turn exactly like you're supposed to.

The music stops and your breathing fills the silence before the euphoria of getting every single step down perfectly reaches your brain.

You squeal excitedly and clap before falling into minhos arms.

He stiffens at your touch and you immediately let go "i- i'm sorry- i dont know why-"

Suddenly, he lounges forwards and presses his plush lips against yours.

It takes you a second to register whats happening, but when his hands encase your waist, you sling your arms around his neck to pull him even closer.

An approving moan tears from minhos throat before he backs you up untill you feel the cold mirror pressed against your back.

You part your lips and let his tongue roll against yours , his hands roaming over your body.

Everything his happening so fast you cant track where they're going, first they're at your ass then one of them squeezes at your boob; and now it trails up your neck and wraps itself around it as he kisses down the other side.

You feel like your nerve endings are on fire everywhere his hands and lips wander, your eyes fluttering shut as you moan out his name.

He nips at your collarbone before coming back to your lips "i've wanted to do this since the second i saw you" his hand around your neck tightens protectively and you feel yourself clench.

"me too" you whisper before he crashes his lips to yours again, your hand tightening in his thick brown hair as the other clings to his shoulder.

A firm thigh lodges itself between your legs and you feel brave so you roll your hips into it. The ache thats building up in your clit, getting released a little.

Shamelessly you whimper against his lips.

He sucks your bottom lip inbetween his before breaking the kiss again, looking down at your ministrations.

"dirty girl" he grins, releasing your neck and placing both hands on your hips and helping you grind against his thigh.

Your head falls back against the mirror when the fabric of your cotton thong gets rubbed against your clit in just the right way. An almost pornographic moan leaves your lips, "fuck" you whine, locking eyes with minho again.

"god i wanna do so many bad things to you" he grunts, at which you swear you gushed a little more into your panties.

You see his cock straining through the flattering grey sweat material, your hand wandering towards it but he catches it.

"cum on my thigh and you'll get it" he promises, grinning when another high pitched moan spills from your pretty lips.

A sudden loud ringing makes you flinch, and minhos head whips around before removing himself from you.

"wha-?" you mumble confusedly.

He takes his phone and answers the incoming call.

"Hi, hyung" he speaks, turning around "i went for a run, yea-sorry...yea okay...okay bye" he hangs up.

"Who-?" you attempt to speak but your mind is still fuzzy as he throws his backpack over his shoulder and grabs his sweater before coming back to you.

"My manager" he says, taking your hand "i have to go"

"Oh-"

"I'm sorry" he kisses your lips "you want me to take you to your dorm?"

"No- no i dont want you to get in trouble" you shake your head.

"Sure?" He tilts his head.

"Yea, of course, im good" you nod, a smile tugging at your lips because he looks really cute with his messed up hair and puffy lips.

"Here" he gives you his sweater "im sure its colder now"

"you'll get cold though" you hold it up.

"nah, i'm hot blooded" he quips, leaning down to lock lips again.

More lingering this time, you feel you stomach churn with butterflies when he moves to your cheek.

"i'm not finished with you" he whispers into your ear, winking before walking out the door.

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a/n: ik im supposed to be writing zephyr but this popped in my head and wrote itself so easily i was like👁👄👁 anyways hope u liked it🥰 not proofread so i just know there are thousands of spelling errors in there😍😍

[tokoyamisstuff]

Dark Side Of The Moon Ch. 1 - Dark! Loki x Reader

Chapter 1: Speak to Me/Breathe

Chapter Summary: The last thing you remember was being mortally wounded, now having woken up in a completely different reality. And you’d soon need to face the horrors of who would seek you out...

Warnings: Violence, Blood, Suicide Attempt, Graphic Descriptions of Death, Dark! Loki, Spoiler you kinda die but kinda don't

Words: approx. 3800

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Lyrics used from the Song: Kina ft. Snow - Get You The Moon

“Y/N, look out!”

The piercing sounds of gunfire nearby made your eardrums ring, yet Steve’s words got through to you nonetheless.

But you were determined to end this, here and now.

Tony was the first one at your side, catching you in his arms before you hit the floor. However, you could only do so much as whimper a silent apology to your friends, who now had to live with the consequences of your actions.

“Why did you do this?!” you heared Dr. Strange yell as he unsucessfully tried to close the deep cut in your gut. Too afraid of what you might see if you’d look at the wound, your glare was locked on the beautiful sky - yes, the sun was almost setting, and it was somehow calming to you that this would most likely the last thing you’d set eyes upon.

“There was no reason to be this reckless!” Steve followed close by, his scolding soon turning into desperate screams. “Fuck. FUCK!” If Captain America himself is cussing, then it’s as severe as you thought it to be.

Your wounds were lethal, that much was sure.

And of course they were right, as always: You didn’t need to play the martyr here, throwing yourself into danger to shield your comrades - well, you did anyway, and there was no going back now.

On the other hand, they were the ones taking a gravely depressed widow onto a dangerous mission. But you did not want your precious friends to blame themselves for that, for it was your own wish.

Dying in an honorable battle was what would send you to Valhalla, after all - where you could finally meet him again, hopefully.

The only one not having spoken a single word up until now was Thor, very well knowing what all this was about. It was no secret that you were sick and tired of how your life had turned out to be, ever since the Infinity War.

You felt empty. Incomplete. Desperate. Hallow.

The God of Thunder had turned his back to you, yet there was still agony radiating from that already broken man. Your almost-brother-in-law was the only one who could possibly understand your pain. Thor Odinson had lost everything: His homeland, most of his tribe, his family and best friend - and soon, you as well.

All this time, you wanted to be strong. For them, who had also lost so much!

But at some point things just got out of control.

“You can’t leave me alone, Lady Y/N! Not you too!” Thor finally whimpered as he fell onto his knees, softly squeezing your hand. “You’re the only thing I have left from him!

So this is what dying feels like.

The bloodloss caused your limps to go limp, and when the pain began to stop and got replaced by numbness, you knew it would soon be time. Your brain lost the remaining control over your body, and you found yourself encoated by pure nothingless.

Only able to listen by their screams, cries and kind words - at least you’d die surrounded by those marvellous people. It sure was a privilege knowing them.

You weren’t afraid - all in all, it had been a good life, after all. 

There were no regrets.

“Shh” you hushed them, using your last bit of strenght so your lips formed somewhat of a most broken smile, forming words between gurling on your own blood.

“It’s alright, I-” you cut yourself off, trying to scream as a last, torturing pain shot through your whole system. “I-I-I’ll-- meet him again...you know?”

“I’m no-not strong enough, please...” Thor cried out like you had never seen him before, feeling a tide of guilt wash over you. “Loki wouldn’t have wanted you to go like this! He told me to protect you, so you could lead a long and happy life!”

Without him? Impossible!

“You gave me a shoulder when I needed it

You showed me love when I wasn’t feeling it

You helped me fight when I was giving in

And you made me laugh when I was losing it”

Yes, indeed: You had been to selfish to keep on living just for the sake of your friends, burdening them with yet another loss.

“I-I don’t wanna go...this was a mistake, I- please...”

How badly did you want to soothe them right now, telling them that everything would be alright and you’d meet them again, eventually?

It was too late now.

Your body gave up earlier than your soul, which had endured and kept on all this time, even in it’s shattered state.

And when Tony’s palm gently closed your eyes, making it easier for you to embrace the cold darkness, the last thing you heared before your senses gave up were startling you enough to almost bring you back to life:

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

That voice was familiar, yet it didn’t belong to Loki. Dr. Strange, no- Stephen Strange, your friend and mentor of the mystic arts.

“I don’t have the heart to allow this to happen” he stated frantic, making you wonder if that was a dream of your hypoxic brain or if you were still able to hear them? People tend to say the sense of hearing dies last, after all. “She still has a pulse, even though weak. Hurry!”

Their voices were far in the back, words way too far out of your reach to understand. As if you were an outsider, only observing from a distance.

Your friends were fighting, or maybe discussing something. That much you could make up from their tone, but your mind was too exhausted to make sense of anything.

It felt as if you were already without a body, floating through the unknown like a feather in the wind - not knowing where fate would lead you to next.

Everything was numb - even your pain. It was soothing, somehow.

Because you had been a ghost way before, when you were alive even. An empty shell of a human, acting like they weren’t dead on the inside.

Coherent thoughts, memories, emotions...even the fractions of your own past you had both collected and surpressed. Right now, they were all restrained and pushed far in the back of your very core, where you were finally able to evaluate them without earthly bondings.

Was this heaven, hell - or maybe both or none or them?

____

"Be aware of the limits this tactic has. It’s a very drastic measurement that can most likely be used only once in your lifetime, and it is not guaranteed to work either.”

Stephen’s voice again. You recall that scene, it’s been long in the past...but why are you remembering it now?

Yes, this was familiar. All of you had been invited to the Sanctum Sanctorum, a fitting place to teach about this ancient knowledge.

You clearly remembered that Loki was absent in any of the Doctor’s lessons, feeling that a “puny human” was “unworthy” to teach him, and “it would be nothing new anyway, Y/N, I am a god and the way better wizard, I know it all already.”

What he was about to tell you back then was some kind of crazy emergency-plan: Dangerous, unpredictable and escpecially untested.

“I’ve only read about this tactic up until now” the mage pondered loudly as he picked at his goatee, earning some childish giggles by you and Tony. “So I cannot promise that it will function as planned. The Multiverse is dangerous and acts in unforseen ways.”

“Very reassuring” you had mocked at the time, not really biding the topic any importance or thought ever again.

But now...

The trick sounded way simpler than it actually was, being as complex as it is only natural for something like that, costing a huge prize at that:

Dr. Strange would send any of you who were on the brink of death through a portal, thus leading you into a random dimension of this endless Multiverse.

That dimension, in which your alternate self has most likely died, will gladly accept you as a “replacement”. Some kind of what Peter Parker called a “glitch” will occur, instantly healing all of your wounds - even fatal ones, so you could remain in the timeline that was missing you. 

Yet the consequences of this maneuvre would be unspeakable.

_____

“That bastard...” you gnarled internally, finally realizing why you would remember this of all things after apparently having just taken your dying breath. “He didn’t just-”

Eventually, you realized having escaped death’s grip, slowly beginning to regain your senses - yet still refusing to open your eyes.

“I don’t want to leave this place. My friends -- will I never see them again? No. NO! Life is meaningless. Just let me be with him. Please! Loki...”

“’Cause you are, you are

The reason why I’m still hanging on

‘Cause you are, you are

The reason why my head is still above water

And if I could I’d get you the moon

And give it to you

And if death was coming for you

I’d give my life for you”

Another part of Strange’s lesson echoed in your head, revealing that you were now in fact up on your own.

“Not even I can tell just how much this timeline will differ from what you know. Of course I will search for you right away, but considering the countless possibilities, it might very well be that we’ll never meet again. But you’re alive, and hopefully safe. That’s all that counts.”

Grass tickled your palm as you twitched your fingers, testing the limits of your body, which had literally just tricked death. Suddenly, you felt a stinging pain, almost like lightning boring into your temportal. The origin of this pain remained unknown.

When you finally found the courage to sit up, your flesh still feeling as heavy as lead, you realized that Stephen was most likely wrong: He assumed that you’d find yourself in a place you had a deep connection with, yet that place was unrecognizable to you.

Then why were you here of all places?

Actually, this location was incredibly beautiful, managing to stop the aching in your heart, if only for the fraction of a second.

Your former lover would’ve loved this place.

“'Cause you are, you are

The reason why I’m still hanging on

'Cause you are, you are

The reason why my head is still above water

And if I could I’d get you the moon

And give it to you

And if death was coming for you

I’d give my life for you”

Even though not all of Dr. Strange’s speculations were correct, you decided to stick to his emergency plan: Find as much information about this “new” earth as possible, point out the differences to your initial one, and then contact the Dr. Strange of this dimension.

Two mages working on crossing each other’s path would at least higher the stakes to find your original timeline.

Well, no one could guarantee you that the Avenger’s existed on this timeline, and they could as well be evil in this one...what a weird and horrifying imagination.

Knowledge really was power - that was another thing Loki had taught you a long time ago, and it would prove valuable, especially in this situation.

As you wandered this surprisingly extensive garden and getting lost in admiring the beauty of it’s nature, you found yourself devoid of any weapons. That fact made you slightly uncomfortable, even though your current location seemed absent of any ememies, making a peaceful impression. 

Seemingly there weren’t any evil schemes going on in this dimension.

It basically were only minor differences, at least that was your first impression. At least there were no changes in natural laws or something as big.

“I miss the days where magic and science didn’t mix up like this” you whispered, mainly to yourself as you examined the new, large scar on your abdomen - the only memory left of your “almost-suicide-mission”.

To be more precize: The only thing left from your former life, now leaving you able to start completely anew, wether you wanted it or not.

Sun had almost drowned behind the horizon, diving the sky in a deep orange. Your eyes were still adjusting, yet you could’ve sworn to see the silhouette of a person. It was far away, at the entrance on what appeared to be a palace belonging to this garden.

Apparently, you had invaded someone’s propery, and you could only pray that it was noone important - or worse, a owner who would defend their ground with violence.

You don’t think your earth had a place this...flashy. The castle was way bigger than any you knew on the other timeline. The first difference you had figured out, yet it was only a minor one.

Maybe the headache you were experiencing was from someone making you  out as an intruder?

One thing was sure: You had been noticed, and you immediately were on high alert.

Where to run to or at least hide?

There was a maze made out of bushed parting you and the palace, and since there was no better option, you’d enter it. Talking to that person and convincing them of your goodwill would make it way easier to gain information.

“You may come out” you declared as you made your way, unable to evaluate the situation properly. “I mean no harm. I’m just lost.”

Was it dangerous to be here? Obviously, you were not allowed to be here anyway.

However, when you had finally found the escape to that maze, only several hundret meters away from the building, the person was already gone.

Had your mind just played a dirty trick on you again? Wouldn’t be the firt time it’d betray you like this...

No. You clearly felt someone watching you.

And as soon as your senses had sharpened to your usual self again, you instantly jumped back, gaining some distance to the Citauri that had just appeared behing you.

Shit! You weren’t ready to fight again just yet. Not like this.

And where one of those vile beasts were, many others would appear. You knew that much.

Had Thanos invaded this earth? Oh god, not again...not him. You were so damn tired of those fights, escapes and especially the pain that always inevitable followed after.

Just when it was about to swing it’s weapon at your head, you felt dizziness crawl up your nerves, making you collapse on the floor. Lucky for you, because only like that, the stike didn’t hit you.

Even though having been taught basic magic skills, that certain kind of spell you were unable to fight against - only true masters of the art were able to perform a sorcery that well.

The Chitauri had left your line of sight, yet the other figure from before reappeared in a pace so fast that your eyes couldn’t follow. They sweeped you off the floor just before your head would meet the hard pavement.

“And now you will answer to me, shapeshifter.”

Once again someone robbed you of the control of your life and body, leaving you without a free will.

How long had you been passed out now? You didn’t know and honestly didn’t care either - since you had nothing to lose anymore.

In the meantime, the owner of those lands had dismissed his guards, not wanting to be disturbed as he was left alone with you in the giant throne room.

The apparent ruler of that unclassified location was sitting on his throne, warily observing you from above. You were lying to his feet at the bare floor, every piece of clothing robbed from you and restrained by a pile of chains. He watched every twitch, all breaths you’d take or groans escaping your mouth until you would finally awake.

Oh, how you really were just like he remembered you, with every little detail he had adored.

At long last, you would finally open your lids again, blinking heavily as you took in your surroundings - but when your eyes met certain emerald ones, they immediately sprung wide open, the emptiness in your heart being filled with all kinds of emotions once again.

The man - it was him!

“'Cause you are, you are

Oh, you are

Oh, you are

You are'Cause you are, you are

The reason why I’m still hanging on

'Cause you are, you are

The reason why my head is still above water

And if I could I’d get you the moon

And give it to you”

“Loki!” you screamed from the bottom of your heart. Without a single coherent thought, your legs would carry on their own as your weakened body stumbled in their attempt to climb those stairs.

For both of you, that momend of reuinion had waited far too long.

The god was temptated to approach you, his trembling hands already reaching out to catch your fragile body should you fall - but suddenly, you felt his knuckles digging into your cheekbone.

“Stay away from me, you fake!” Loki yelled furiously as you hit the ground, rubbing your cheek as you tried to understand what just happened.

Yeah, that sure brought you back to reality again, after such a short high.

Right.

That isn’t your Earth - and not your Loki either.

You couldn’t even be sure this world’s Y/N and Loki had the same kind of relationship the two of you had back in your timeline! The only thing you knew was that he knew you from his past, but as it seemed not pleasantly.

Now that you looked closely, he even had less scars, almost looking untouched and pure - like a true, invincible god. Maybe life here had treat him well, unlike his counterpart from your timeline.

He was still wearing that excessive outfit with the golden horns, and much to both your amazement and fear, it seemed that he still possessed theTesseract.

Could it be...

Before you could connect the dots, the king would soon interrupt your string of thoughts. “Drop that disguise, scum!”

Loki kept on degrading you as he paced in front of his throne, brow sinking deeper and deeper. “Don’t think you can somehow appeal to those pathetic sentiments” he explained, “I’ve freed myself from them long ago. Just stop making a fool out of yourself, and maybe I’ll reward it with a quicker death.”

Yet when he saw your most innocent smile, even this Loki would stand frozen in place, deeply in shock.

How he yearned to see it, all those years - to tell you just how sorry he was for everthing he’s done.

No.

He had left all of this behind - to claim his birthright and rule.

“I-I’m deeply so-sorry...that is a mistake” you whimmered with a broken voice, wiping a tear of joy out of your face. “My feelings overwhelmed me, I guess. I’ve never thought to see you again, even if you’re not the same Loki I know.”

Still cowering on the floor, you looked up to him with compassionate eyes, as if he had not just beat you before. You did not dare to make any more, wanting for Loki to try and understand himself.

“A variant?” he gnarled, just like you did when he realized.

No force in the world had allowed him to access other parts of the Multiverse, no matter how desperately he tried - and now fate had literally dropped you in front of his door.

Loki balled his fists in anger, making you flinch as you anticipated yet another blow.

“Dear, I-”

“Shut up!” the God of Mischief shoutet, causing his magic to break free. The walls of the palace were shaking, most windows and furniture having been destroyed. “It’s no use, woman!”

That man was way more powerful than the “puny god” people called names back on Asgard - and his sheer might made you quiver.

Just what kind of monster had he become, and why?

“L-Loki, please...” you tried to appeal to the last bit of humanity  he might possess, and your begging made his guts twist in agony. “You’re scaring me.”

“You better be scared!” he exclaimed, grabbing you by the chin and forcing you to look at him. “No matter what disgracefully weak “alter ego” of me you knew, I am built different. Stronger. Better. Everyone in the Nine Realms fears me, and I desire nothing else! Everything distracting me from fulfilling my destiny and reign over you dull creatures I got rid of. You’re nothing more than an insect I might as well crush right here and now!”

Choking on a sob, he tried to relish that last chance he got to admire you, smell you, touch what he cannot possess...no matter how many universes there may be.

A flood of tears cracked down your face at his words, yet you couldn’t be helped.

No matter what he would say - he looked just like him.

And that was enough for you to feel alive after such a long time of being a walking dead. There had to be a reason you landed right at his home, of all places in this universe. You had a connection, both of you felt it ever since you had been transported here.

"May I ask-” you disrupted yourself, awaiting some reaction. But the conqueror had seemed to have spoken what he thought important to say, not declining your question at all.

Whenever he seemed fit, he could disintegrate you - yet right now, this situation was way too intriguing.

“What happened to myself in this reality?”

Loki swallowed harshly, letting go off of you as he threw you down the stairs. He wouldn’t even bide you one look as he tried to surpress the turmoil of emotion still running through his veins, desperately keeping it from breaking free.

The outcome would always be the same: Suffering, for both of you.

“And if death was coming for you

I’d give my life for you.”

He only ever wanted it to stop hurting. To become unfeeling, since love had always been poisoning his mind, sometimes being gifted with it even though he knew he would never be worthy of anything else than disgust and hate.

And that contradiction caused him to throw away anything good that happened to him, through you. Let it be taken away from him just shortly after finally learning to remotely enjoy.

You deserved the truth, a reason to hate him even more than you probably already did.

Had you only come to his salvation earlier, then he might have been helped - yet now, he was beyond redemption. Broken. Sick. Dangerous.

And when the Chitauri dragged you away, his last words let your blood run cold:

“She died through my hands.”

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Whatever it takes part 1

Summary: You were blessed with Stefan Salvatore as your boyfriend, but still sometimes you felt like there was missing something in your relationship. Kol is definitely planning on changing that.

Pairing: Stefan Salvatore x reader

Warnings: mentions of sex and violence. That’s all for this part.

Words: 2.2k

You had recently moved to Mystic Falls and your life had been filled with vampires, hunters, witchers, hybrids and everything dangerous and supernatural ever since. However, you had never been as happy as you were here. That happiness was mostly caused by your extremely handsome and sweet boyfriend: Stefan Salvatore. Although, sometimes you felt like there was something missing in your relationship...

Lately, it had been unusually quiet in the little town. Peace had been made with the Orignals and all was well since then. You had the feeling that this peace and quiet would not last that long. It was Mystic Falls after all...

You were disturbed from your daydream when two strong arms grabbed you from behind and a pair of soft lips were attached to your neck. “Penny for your thoughts.” you heard Stefan whisper in your ear. “I was just thinking how it had been so peaceful here lately and that I don’t trust that to be for long.” you said, sharing your concern with Stefan. “(Y/N), you have nothing to worry about as long as I am here I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe and you know that.” he said lovelingly as he turned you around on your feet to kiss you on your lips. You smiled into his kiss. “Maybe even a little too safe.” you responded.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Stefan said loudly. He was clearly upset. “How in the world could you ever be too safe?” “No, Stefan. I don’t mean it like that. It is just that sometimes you treat me like... like I’m...” you stopped talking since you could not find the right words to express your feelings. “Like what, (Y/N)?” Stefan practically screamed. By now you were pretty sure that everybody downstairs was listening to your conversation. And you knew that the guys would always come over to the Salvatore house, because of all the liquor. “Damn those vampires with their super hearing,” you thought to yourself. 

“Like what, (Y/N)?” Stefan repeated his question. “And don’t make me ask again.” he said semi-threathening. You sighed. “Fine. Sometimes you treat me like I’m so vulnerable. Like I would break and shatter in a thousand pieces.” you explained. “(Y/N), you are vulnerable. You’re one of the few humans left in our group and you have nothing to protect yourself against the supernatural.” Stefan answered. “I’m not talking about protecting myself or fighting the supernatural, Stefan. I’m talking about us.” you said more fiercely than intended. Stefan looked at you with pure confussion on his face. “(Y/N), you’re not making any sense.”

“I want you to be rough. I need you to be rough.” you started to explain. “Sometimes I don’t want you to make love to me, I want you to fuck me.” you screamed out. You were sure that everyone downstairs could hear your conversation by now, even without vampire hearing. “(Y/N), you know I can’t. Even if I wanted it. I couldn’t live with myself if I’d ever hurt you.” Stefan said while he grabbed your hands. “Stefan, stop saying that! I’m done with that fucking excuse.” you screamed as you pulled away from his grip and you walked away fastly. You needed to be alone right now. You needed to cool down. 

You ran down the stairs to find Damon, Klaus, Kol and Alaric looking at you with amusement dripping from their faces. “You know, love. If Stefan can’t satisfy you, you know where to find me.” Klaus said while he gave you a wink. “I’ll keep that in mind.” you said playfully to the Original. You said goodbye to Stefan, who had followed you and came down the stairs as well. You turned your back to him and left the house. Stefan looked like he was about to kill Klaus and you smirked to yourself. You would never cheat on Stefan, but if making him jealous would improve your sexlife you would definitely give it a shot. 

A few days had passed and you hadn’t seen Stefan since your argument. You hadn’t seen anyone for that matter. You received a text from Bonnie asking if you wanted to go to the grill to meet up and have some drinks. You really needed the company and the drinks, so you said you’d be there. 

You were on your way to the grill and you were greeted by Caroline, Elena and Bonnie and a lot of cocktails. “Hey, (Y/N). We figured you might need those.” Caroline explained as she pointed towards the drinks. You nodded as you sat down at the table. “I’m guessing you all heard what happened the other night.” you sighed. “Yes, Damon gave us a slight impression.”Elena answered. “Maybe I just overreacted.” you admitted. “I love Stefan with all my heart. And it’s not like he is bad in bed. Not at all.” you explained. “(Y/N), it’s okay to want more from a relationship.” Caroline assures you. “Yes, definitely.” Bonnie said nodding. “But first we’re going to finish these drinks.” Elena said with a wink. 

You were already a couple of drinks in when all of a sudden you saw Kol and Klaus entering the grill. They were closely followed by Damon and Stefan and your heart skipped a beat when you looked into Stefans eyes. He smiled at you shyly not sure if you had wanted to see him already. You smiled back and before you had the chance to stand up and walk over to him Kol joined the four of you. “I brought you a drink.” he said smirking as he handed you a tequila sunrise. “Thanks, Kol.” you said surprised as you took the drink from him.

You wanted to get up to see Stefan when all of a sudden a strong hand grabbed your arm. “Where do you think you’re going?” Kol asked. “To see Stefan.” you explained. “I can only let you go after you finish your drink.” he said secretive. “Uhm, okay then.” you said hesitantly. He was acting strange. Even for Kol. You didn’t think much of it tho and finished the drink quickly, showed the empty glass to Kol and left to see Stefan. 

Stefan was over at the bar with a drink in his hand and his eyes on your body. “Hi, Stef.” you started. “I’m sorry. I crossed a line the other night and we don’t have to change anything if you don’t want to.” you said without breathing. Stefan silenced you by placing his lips on yours. He pulled you into a deep and passionate kiss. And you felt the world fading around you. Like it was just you and Stefan. He slowly pulled away from you and you felt yourself returning to the grill. “You don’t need to apologize, babe. I actually came to say that we can try whatever you want tonight.” he wishpered into your ear. Sending shivers down your spine. You gasped for air and nodded. “I would like that very much. Let me grab my things from the table and we can leave.” you said before you rushed over to the girls and Kol.

“I’m sorry to rush out like this.” you said to the girls, who were sipping their cocktails. “But something came up with Stefan.” you said, while you were unable to surpress a smirk. You were about to grab your things when that same strong hand from before grabbed your arm again. “I’m sorry, dear, but I’m afraid I can’t let you do that.” Kol said with dark eyes. “What the fuck do you mean?” you said as you tried to escape his grip, but he was way stronger than you. “It is getting way too boring over here in this shitty town.” Kol explained. “And after I overheard your little fight with Stefan the other night I came up with something to relight the fire in this town and perhaps also in your relationship.” he continued with a wink.

“What the fuck are you doing, Kol.” you said angrily. Stefan noticed that there was something happening and stood behind you and Kol in less than a second. “You heard her, asshole. Let her go or I’ll make you.” Stefan threatened Kol. “Or you’ll make me.” Kol said laughing. “I would like to see you try...” Stefan came at Kol immediately but he was no match for the Original. Kol threw him through the grill. Stefan was up on his feet again in no time and planned on attacking Kol a second time. “I would not come one step closer if I were you.” Kol said dark. “Unless you want me to cut her throat with this dagger.” he threatened as he grabbed a dagger from his pocket and held it against your troath. 

“Kol, brother. You don’t want to do this.” Klaus began trying to calm down his brother. “You don’t think I’m capable of killing this little human.” Kol started to laugh. “Do you even know me, brother.” “I’m sensing some brotherly tension here.” Damon remarked sarcastically. “Oh shut up.” Klaus and Kol said in unison. “Kol, what do you want?” Stefan asked desperately. “What I want is quite simple actually. I just want to spark up this place.” Kol started to explain. “You see this town has gotten kind of dull without all the violence and bloodshed and I just want to change that.” he said with a low and dark voice. 

“If you kill me, the only blood that will be shed, is yours.” you said with anger present in your voice. “You see. I really don’t want to kill you, (Y/N).” Kol began. “I would really miss that cute ass of yours if I did kill you.” he whispered in your ear. Stefan began to really lose his patience. “If you don’t want to kill her then why is that dagger pressed against her throat?” he remarked angrily. “Well, my dear Stefan. It is because slitting her throat won’t kill her. Not really...” he said simply. “So, just like how driving a white oak stake through your heart wouldn’t kill you. Oh wait it would...” Damon joked. 

“Shit, Stefan. He means that it wouldn’t kill me, because it would turn me.” you explained. “I’m not following. There’s no vampire blood in your system.” Stefan said with utter confusion on his face. “Are you absolutely sure about that, Stefan.” Kol said with a smirk on his face. “Stefan, there is! He made me drink a tequila sunrise. I didn’t think much of it, but he must have spiked it.” you said shakingly. “Such a clever girl.” Kol remarked. “I’m glad one of you figured it out.” he laughed.

“No!” Stefan shouted. “I’m not going to let you turn her. Whatever you want I’ll do it just let her go.” “That is exactly the reaction I was hoping for, my best Stefan.” Kol smiled. “So of course I have an ultimatum. I won’t turn (Y/N). If you...  Oh boy, this is going to be so much fun. Can you imagine all the blood that will be spilled...” “If I do what, Kol.” Stefan interrupted him. “Just one simple thing, Salvatore. Just turn your humanity off. That’s all I’m asking.” Kol smirked. 

“No! Stefan, I won’t let you do that!” you screamed as tears dripped down your eyes. “It’s okay. Atleast now we can be together forever.” you tried to talk Stefan out of it, because you could see in his eyes that he was ready to turn it off. “Stef, I can’t let you go on a killingspree. Just listen to me.” you said desperately. You noticed that Stefan was torn by the dilemma. You honestly didn’t mind becoming a vampire and you and Stefan had talked numerous times about him turning you. You would always tell him that you were okay with whomever would turn you as long as it wasn’t Katherine Pierce or Kol Mikaelson. And here you were regretting you ever mentioned the latter to Stefan. You knew that he would never go through with this, he would never let Kol, of all people, turn you. 

Kol also noticed the doubt in Stefans face. His goal was to make Stefan turn his switch, because that seemed like the most fun to him. “You know, Stefan. Chances are that whenever she turns, she will be sired to me. How great would that be. Your little girlfriend doing everything I desire. I also bet I can give her whatever she needs.” Kol smirked. “Fuck, I’ll do it! I’ll turn it off.” Stefan shouted, since he couldn’t take it anymore. “Just let her go.” he demanded. “It took you longer to cave than I anticipated, but I just knew that your love for this one girl would make you foolish. And no humanity Stefan would also boost your sexlife, so everybody wins.” Kol said triumphant. 

He removed the dagger and pushed you towards Stefan. “Now it’s time to say goodbye to your beloved Stefan. God knows if you’ll ever see him again.” Kol laughed wickedly. You stumbled over to Stefan with the tears streaming down your cheecks. “Stefan, no! What have you done?” you said shakingly. “Whatever it takes, right.” Stefan said as he tried to calm you down. “I love you, Stef.” you said as you grabbed his cheek. “I love you too, (Y/N). Forever.” he said before he placed a soft and loving kiss on your lips. You looked back up in his gorgeous green eyes and that was the last you saw of the Stefan you love.

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Pancakes a smutty Saschisi fanfic 🔥 😏.  I finally had time to write another fanfic today and I felt like I was ready for some smut  😅. Since the story is more explicit, I posted it on AO3 instead here but I will share the beginning of the story so you can decide if you want to continue reading or not.  The story is set a few weeks after New Years Eve.  disclaimer: I know Isi has all pronouns but in this story I only use she/her, simply because it makes it easier to clarify who says and does what. Hope thats ok for you all.  Link to the full story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38146297 They were both standing in the kitchen, kissing. Flour, eggs and sugar scattered all over the kitchen counter. Their attempt to make pancakes had been constantly interrupted by Isis efforts to distract Sascha from cooking and instead get him to make out with her. Sascha had been immune to Isi teasing and touching him in the beginning but then he just gave in. Isis arms were slung around his neck and her body was pressed against his.Suddenly the kisses stopped. “We should add some butter and milk now” Sascha said with a grin, trying to continue to make them food. Isi quickly moved so that she was standing between Sascha and the fridge, blocking his way to the ingrediens. ”It was your idea to make pancakes, forgot?” Sascha said and gently tried to push Isi to the side. She giggled. That was true. Since her parents and Umut had left for one of his soccer practises, they finally had the apartment just for themselves and Isi had wanted them to cook something together. That was until she thought about the other opportunities which an empty apartment offerend…  She slightly pulled at Saschas shirt. “We can make them......later.” Sascha stepped back a bit, raising an eyebrow at Isi. “What are you suggesting instead?”. Isi knew he was just playing around to annoy her a bit and actually wanted to make out on the spot just as much as she wanted it. She leaned her body back on the fridge, putting her hands on the cold surface, lifting her chin and asking “how do you like my outfit today?”. Sascha crossed his arms in front of his chest, pretending to look at her from head to toe, answering “cute as always, why?”. ”Don`t you think I look extra pretty today? I put this top on just for you.” That was actually true, she knew how much Sascha loved it when she wore crop tops. So she had put on a white shirt that loosly covered her chest and showed off her middle. The sweatpants she wore, sat on her hips low enough to offer a look at the seam of her black briefs. She knew Sascha wouldn`t be able to resist this view for long.”Have you been persuing me to make pancakes with you, just to seduce me?” Sascha said with a grin. Still not moving. He would not make it too easy for Isi this time. It would be too enjoyable to make her wait for a little bit longer. Of course he wanted her..... The longer his eyes wandered over her slender body and the tempting part of naked skin between her bellybutton and her hip bones, the more he wanted to just grab her, bend her over the kitchen table and fuck her until she would whimper his name between long moans and shaky breaths. The thought of it made him bite his bottom lip. But the fact that she wanted exactly the same, made him hesitate and decide that it would be much more interesting to withhold himself for a bit. It already seemed to be working. The expression on Isis face had changed from sassy to submissive as she stepped a bit closer to him, tilting her head. “I could make you pancakes afterwards........” she said with a low voice. “afterwards?” Sascha asked and tried his best to surpress a smile. “after-“ Isi placed a kiss light as a feather on Saschas earlobe “-wards”. .....continued on AO3