#everything thing around me so I'm sure that thats the reason I'm so frustrated

[dirtytransmasc]

grieving with family is so complicated, cause sometimes, no matter how much I love them, I just... can't with them.

each person in my family keeps trying to force their way of grieving, their way of coping onto the people around them.

people keep telling me how I'm supposed to feel, how I'm supposed to react, and that's one thing, I can handle it.

but my aunt (my uncle who passed's wife) keeps having people tell her how she's supposed to move on, and it's driving me bonkers. they keep telling her that finding out more answers about his death is not gonna fix things, that it's gonna not gonna ease her pain, that she just... shouldn't.

and like. yeah. there's a point to be had. but as someone who lost someone very close to me (my papa) very similarly, like, please, please, *please* stop telling her how she's supposed to fucking feel. like. oh my fucking God.

I swear.

it's been a few days, let us grieve how we're gonna grieve for just a minute. wanting answers isn't unhealthy. processing real or imagined guilts and coming to terms with it and clearing it isn't unhealthy. letting people grieve for a minute how they're naturally grieving is so important.

there does come a point where certain forms of grief become unhealthy, but trying to force someone to grieve differently DAYS after the death occurred, is like... such a dick move in my mind, especially when it's just the natural progression of thought and emotion and everything.

I don't know if I make any sense, especially cause I'm trying to leave as much detail out as possible, I just need to vent all this anger and frustration out before I snap.

[alexanderlightweight]

Hi, Married Malec + first serious fight

hey, hope you like this anon! thanks for the prompt.

the reason for the fight is ambiguous because a lot of times especially for first serious fights, it's not the fight that matters, it's how the fight is resolved

also there is no one to blame in this fic. i hope that gets across. it's a fight because when two people with vastly different life experiences, cultures, age, personalities and traumas are thrown together. there are often emotional upheavals and you have to work through your own trauma and someone else's because thats how much you love them.

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“Alexander, you should know better by now.”

It’s the fact that it’s said with such quiet disappointment that's the breaking point.

“How am I supposed to know better?” Alec asks quietly, his voice breaking with his heart. “Magnus, you're my first everything. So where am I supposed to know better from?”

And Magnus frowns like this hasn’t occurred to him but Alec can’t handle it right now and he avoids him when he steps closer.

“Magnus, who am I being compared to? That I should know better about these things? What is it that I’m doing so wrong? I thought it was the first time I made a mistake like this?” Alec asks because he doesn’t understand what he did that has Magnus acting like this.

“And, and Magnus. You’re acting like this new mistake isn’t a new one. It’s just another mistake layered onto a mistake until I’m not sure you can even see me anymore. Because what do I do when I can’t reach whatever standard you’ve set that I can’t see? Because I'm trying.” Alec begs, “Magnus, I'm trying so hard. So why is it never good enough? Even for you?” 

And Magnus comes closer and his arms come around him and Alec flinches for a moment before he’s being held tightly, lovingly.

Because Magnus’ arms have never hurt him even when his words have.

There’s silence, this isn’t the time for apologies or discussions. This is to stop the fight before it goes too far, to remember there’s a reason for patience and the back and forth between their wounds but Alec is struggling not to fall apart. And he presses his face to Magnus’ shoulder and silently sheds all his tears of frustration, pain and from the lancing wound that is confusion and exhaustion 

“I think.” Magnus says finally, “I think we both need a solid meal. And if we have the energy, we talk after. Or we sleep and talk in the morning. I don’t think it was fair timing, for either of us.” And he looks pained, but he’s cupping Alec’s face tenderly and he’s smiling.  It’s a weary smile, one that even though Alec can’t see the age of he can feel the years of.

“You’re not entirely wrong, sayang. Sometimes I forget, because I’ve held myself closed away for so long. That the wounds of my heart were made long before you and that it was a choice you willingly made, to love me in spite of the damage.

“There is no in spite.” Alec grumbles because even in a fight Magnus doesn't get to pull that shit. Alec loves magnus because he’s Magnus and he would rather Magnus not have past hurts because Magnus has never once deserved to be hurt.  

Not because Alec would rather not deal with those hurts.

“Of course there isn’t.” Magnus murmurs and he won't kiss Alec, not when Alec’s this close to a meltdown, but he presses his cheek to Alec’s forehead and Alec feels a little less like he’s about to fall off a skyscraper. “You are enough.” Magnus promises, “we’ll figure out where our rough edges are and sand them until we’re not scraping each other raw, alright?” 

And Alec nods because it sounds much better and Alec’s head is still drowning and his body wants to curl into itself and hibernate until the world is a less unfriendly place.

But Alec would never see anyone if that were true, so he gets to his own feet and he eats the food Magnus summons them and when they sit down to talk. They stay close enough to touch but far enough for space and they take things.

One rough edge at a time.

[missvelvetsstuff]

Guarded Heart

Bucky Barnes x Reader

MobAu

Chapter 23

Warnings: swearing, light angst, dirty talk, little bit of smut but mostly implied- fingering, toys, bondage. I think thats it.

18+ ONLY!

Notes: we have come to the end of our tale, thanks for sharing the ride with me, it's been a slice.

There will be an epilogue eventually.

I have other stories in the works so y'all can't be rid of me so easily.

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For the next three months Y/N and Bucky planned their wedding, worked with the physical therapist on getting her used to her new arm and took care of business together with George Barnes.

They decided to move into Y/N's family home and move her mother into the guest house.

That meant Y/N had to clean out the guest house where Thor had lived, where she had spent so much time and learned so much about life and love.

Bucky and her mother offered to help but she refused, needing to say her final goodbyes to Thor alone. When she was almost done, Loki came over to take some of Thor's belongings. They sat on the floor in the empty living room, listened to Thor's favorite music( Wagner, starting with his Flight of the Valkyrie) and drank an entire bottle of Thor's favorite vodka, laughing and crying together remembering him.

Bucky showed up after she called him, slurring and laughing. He called Heimdal to pick Loki up and carried her up to her bedroom.

Y/N kept a box of pictures and mementos of her time with Thor. Mostly pictures of them from shows, with her horses and the ribbons or trophies she had earned, and the gatherings that came afterwards. Thor always looked so proud of her. He had been such a good friend above all else but she knew he wanted her to go on and be happy so she was trying. After Bucky left her in her room, she cried for Thor, for their love and for the Olympic dreams she had once had that she was sure were over now.

Once it was all cleaned out and redecorated for her mother, Y/N felt like she was starting a new chapter in her life. Different from what she had planned but still potentially wonderful.

She truly was falling in love with Bucky. He was a bit of a slow learner but she could see how he was working to be better for her. They were seeing a counselor to help work through everything they had been through and they were both hopeful that they could build something from the ashes of their past

Y/N spent time with her horses but only if someone else was around to help. She was afraid of misjudging the strength of her prosthetic and hurting one of the animals. She rode a bit but either with her mothers help or using only her right hand which was clumsy and confusing to the horses. Being around them was therapeutic in itself but her limitations were frustrating. All the tests the physical therapist had done, showed she had complete control of the arm but she couldn't help feeling scared of the damage it could cause if she didn't have that control, for whatever reason.

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Y/N fidgeted with her dress "Mama, this shoulder just won't lay right."

Her mother shook her head and sighed "I had it laying just fine until you had to fuss with it."

Y/N was wearing an ivory one shoulder gown with gold thread detailing and fabric draped over her left arm. She was still very self conscious of the prosthetic, and couldn't stop fussing with it until she saw her mothers look.

She huffed "Fine but it feels weird."

Her mother shook her head "Well, honey, you lost your arm. It's only been three months since you got the prosthetic. These things take time."

Y/N gave her mother a soft smile "I'm sorry. Feeling a bit overwhelmed by, well everything. And really nervous."

Her mother smiled at her "I don't think you have anything to be nervous about. You look lovely, like a Grecian goddess, James will be beside himself. And I've seen the way he looks at you. Life won't be all beer and skittles but if you remember to trust in each other, you'll be alright."

Her eyes teared up "Your father was so proud of you. Your riding and what a strong woman you grew up to be, how you stood up for yourself with James."

She looked over Y/N's hair, making sure her gold leaf tiara, encrusted with tiny diamonds and pearls, was straight. Her hair was up away from her face except for the curled tendrils that broke free.

"I know, Mama. I wish he was here." She sniffled "Don't make me cry, it'll ruin my make up."

"Ok, ok. We can do this." She hugged her daughter.

There was a knock on the door and Pepper came in with Morgan. Both wearing sleeveless dresses with a deep v neck, Pepper in baby blue and Morgan in a soft yellow. "It's time, Tony will be here in a minute. Are you ready?" She looked Y/N over and smiled. "You look beautiful."

A few minutes later there was another knock and Pepper went to let Tony in.

Tony entered the room looking dapper as always in a grey suit with a tie that matched Peppers dress.

He smiled when he looked at Y/N "When did you get so grown up? That baby who cried all the way through her christening, seems like it was yesterday." 

He hugged her "You look beautiful, kid. Barnes better appreciate what he's got, or he'll have me to answer to."

Y/N smiled fondly at Tony, trying to hold the tears back. "I don't know what I would do without you, Tones."

Tony smirked "Lets hope we never have to find out." He offered his arm as Sam came to escort Y/N's mother to her seat.

Y/N held on to him tightly when Morgan spread rose petals, then Pepper went to walk down the aisle. Her music started and she froze. Tony patted her hand "Come on kid, you've got this."

When they started walking, she was afraid to look up and watched her feet as they walked into the garden in her parents backyard, where she and Bucky spent so much time together, where they fell in love. She heard Bucky clear his throat and looked up to see him staring at her in awe, stunned again by her beauty. He gave her a small smile, encouraging her to walk to him. She returned the smile and looked over him in his dark grey suit, feeling her insides flutter at how handsome he was

Both of them went through the ceremony in a daze, looking only at each other and needing multiple prompts when it was their turn to speak. They had written their own vows where he promised, in front of god and everybody, that he would always treat her as his equal in business and in life, and they both promised to be honest and keep no secrets. They had special rings made by Tony that were magnetized to their vibranium arms.

When the officiant told them to kiss, Bucky pulled her flush against him and kissed her breathless. He pulled back just enough to look in her eyes "You're mine now, doll."

He looked at the crowd as they were introduced as husband and wife, nodded, then took her hand and pulled her back down the aisle and into the house until he found a guest room and pulled her inside.

Bucky pushed her up against the wall and kissed her hard "I've wanted you for so long doll, I'm losing my mind. I just need a taste to keep me until later" he kissed her again and ran his right hand up her leg, under her dress, nibbling down her neck "Fuck you look so beautiful. I wanted to take you right there, in front of everyone, claim you as mine. You drive me crazy, Baby."

She whined quietly "please Jamie, need you."

Bucky smiled against her skin "That's my girl. Oh" he paused "The things I'm gonna do to you sweetheart."

His hand made it up to her core and he groaned at her wet panties and thighs "This turn you on doll? Knowing I couldn't wait to touch you? Not caring that everyone out there knows damn well what I'm doing to you."

He pulled her thong aside and rubbed his fingers in her slick "Fuck Y/N, you're dripping" he slid one finger inside and she moaned softly until he added another one, his thumb rubbing her clit. "Oh baby, your pussy is gripping my fingers so tight. I bet you need to be filled don't you? Fill this tight little pussy with my fat cock and cum until she's overflowing?" He nipped at her neck, careful to keep from leaving any marks.

"Oh god, Jamie please. S'good. fuck. I need, I'm gonna..."

"What do you need baby? You wanna cum all over my hand, soak it?" He grunted "Ohhhh, fuck. I feel your pussy squeezing my fingers, fuck I wish it was my cock. Sooo wet and tight and-"

And he pulled his hand away as she was about to fall over that edge, making her whine "Jamie!"

She looked at him to see him sucking on his fingers and moaning "So sweet doll." Then looked at her smirking, with a twinkle in his eyes "let's go mingle with our guests."

She huffed at him "But Jamie!"

He tsked at her "I told you I just needed a taste. Don't worry, tonite I'll take care of you until you're begging me to stop. For now, business."

He offered her his arm after she straightened herself out and she pushed it away, frustrated and not looking forward to schmoozing mobsters for the next few hours.

"I'm gonna make you regret this, Barnes."

Bucky gave her his most charming smile "Don't you threaten me with a good time."

When they walked back out to the garden, which had been quickly transformed, with the chairs moved to the tables that surrounded a dance floor in front of the gazebo and the twinkle lights coming on as the sun set, everyone applauded with some whooping and whistling added in.

Y/N blushed and Bucky just grinned like he'd won the best prize at Coney Island.

They went through all the traditions. Their first dance together. Cutting the cake, feeding each other cake which she warned him not to fuck around with. Steve's half drunken best man toast which Sam had to finish while Steve cried on Loki's shoulder. Tony's father of the bride speech which included a number of threats aimed at the groom. The garter which almost included an unplanned orgasm from the bride, damn Bucky and his teasing, was caught by Sam. Tossing the bouquet that Wanda, who had spent the evening dancing with Sam, caught after a brief tussle with the Carter sisters who had been eyeing Sam all nite.

When he decided it was time to go, Bucky was chomping at the bit, picking Y/N up while she was hugging Pepper and Morgan. He carried her bridal style as he practically ran away from the guests throwing birdseed at them and raced up the stairs to the newly redecorated master suite. They had agreed to wait until all of the family business mergers were completed to leave town.

He gently set her down and went to remove her dress when she backed away, worried he would ruin her dress. Y/N kissed him sweetly then excused herself to the bathroom, instructing Bucky to get comfortable on the huge bed. He stretched out in the middle with his hands behind his head, naked as the day he was born and harder than he had ever been.

Y/N came out of the bathroom in a set of blue lace lingerie that was barely there. She smiled at him and crawled across the bed until her heat was hovering over his cock. He groaned when he realized the piece was crotchless as he felt her dripping onto him. She settled on top of him and his hips bucked up, trying to penetrate her dripping pussy. She leaned down to kiss him, rubbing her chest against his while she ran her hands up his arms.

Bucky felt soft fabric gliding over him and tried to reach down and grab her waist, only to find his wrists were bound.

"Y/N, doll. What's this about?" He tried pulling against the soft fabric but couldn't get free.

Y/N pulled back and smiled sweetly, in her most sugary voice she told him "Remember when I told you that you'd pay for teasing me?"

Bucky laughed "Awww come on doll, I was just playing with you. I planned on making it up to you tonight. Untie me and I'll show you."

He smiled at her and she felt her insides turn to mush so steeled her resolve.

"Later" she got up off the bed and grabbed a box, seemingly out of nowhere, to set on the bed near him.

Bucky tried to sit up and look but the restraints held him down "What's that doll?"

She smirked at him "Just some toys to play with, have a little fun." As she restrained his legs.

She pulled something out of the box and showed him, a faux fur cat 'o nine tails that she ran along his body, tickling and causing his muscles to tense up. Until she smacked his thigh with it and he hissed from the slight sting.

Then she pulled out a long slender shape, showing him the vibrator then turning it on low and rubbing it along the crease of his thigh, barely touching his twitching cock.

Next a small butt plug which made Bucky's eyes widen causing her to giggle lightly. "Don't worry Jamie, I have lube."

He choked slightly.

Y/N looked him over, contemplating if she should show him more and deciding that was enough to start. She looked in the box for a moment and pulled out a blindfold.

She sat back down on him, wiggling her hips until his member was practically engulfed in her wet heat. When he thrust his hips, trying again to find his way inside she snapped the cat 'o nine tails across his chest, making him gulp air into his lungs.

"Doll, ple-"

She cut him off

"This will be a lesson in relinquishing control, something we both need to work on but if it really gets to be too much just say 'red'"

Y/N just barely wiggled her hips and Bucky groaned but didn't move.

She stifled a moan and smiled "Good boy." then put the blindfold on him and pulled in a deep breath to control her own desire

"Oh, Jamie, the things I'm gonna do to you."

@sebsgirl71479 @calwitch @hhiggs @kimomoraba @avery199 @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @esposadomd @bigphattygyal @cjand10 @lokiandbuckysdoll

Chapter 24

[howthekriffdidigethere]

Wish Come True.

Chapter 7: First Day of School.

(TW: school, Lots of talk about fighting and descriptions of fighting. Talk of street fights and...think that's it! Let me know if I missed anything!)

A week had passed since I first arrived on Coruscant. I was starting to feel more acquainted with the area and the people, but it didn't make any of this easier for me to process.

Obi-Wan had told me he had my blood tested and I turned out to be force sensitive. But, it's not as strong as the average jedi.

I didn't quite meet the average count of midichlorians to be a jedi, but the Jedi Council still decided I needed to be trained as a Jedi anyway.

The Jedi Council had also been informed of what happened while I was with Tech, and apparently, were very intrigued.

I'm not sure what all went down, and how they came to this decision, but it was decided that I was to be trained by Obi-Wan as a Jedi, and by Sargeant Hunter as a soldier.

They believed, since I was not as strong in the force as a normal jedi, I would need the extra training from a super soldier to keep up with all the missions that I would go on.

I was frustrated, to say the least. I didn't even get a choice. They just ordered me, and now, I'm in this thing and I'm still trying to wrap my head around even being there.

Why did they need to train me so bad anyway? Surely they have enough jedi, and Obi-Wan seems pretty high up, I'm sure there's more capable people who would love to be his padawan. I'm not even technically old enough to be a padawan.

But for some reason, it didn't matter that I wasn't old enough, or that my midichlorian count was low, the Council wanted me trained, and I bet I knew why.

They knew that, somewhere in my mind, was the answer to many questions about the war, including how it ended. They wanted that information, yes, but more importantly, they didn't want the enemy to have it.

They figured it was better to keep me close, just incase. Keep me hidden.

"What're you thinking about?" Cody's voice broke through my thoughts.

He sat across the room from me, at his desk, while I was on his bed, reading through some textbooks.

The words were all in a different language, but it somehow made sense to me, even though I'd never seen it before.

I sighed. "Just...everything. This situation, how I got here, how I'm gonna get back..."

He nodded slowly, "I know its probably not...exactly what you're wanting, but it could be good for you. You'll atleast have people to watch your back."

I shrugged, glancing around the room. "Maybe, but I'll also have people controlling my life."

Cody frowned. "You'll have your freedom, kid..."

I gave him a look. "My freedom is already being taken away, seeing how they didn't give me a choice in the matter."

He shrugged. "Yeah, its a change, but maybe one for the better. Who knows, you could make some friends."

I scoffed once more, "Yeah, sure, uh...Here's the thing, people don't like me. Never have, never will."

"Well, I like you so far." Cody turned his head. "Maybe people here are different from where you lived."

I stared at him for a moment. "While the town I grew up in was far from perfect, it still had people, and I know that they won't be that different from the people that live here."

Cody chuckled, "Fair enough, but I'm sure you'll find someone. What about the men you met from the 501st? You seem to like being with them."

I raised a brow, "You mean the ones that charged into your room because of a broken jetpack and stolen medical supplies?"

"Yeah, those guys." He chuckled again.

I shrugged and leaned back in my chair. "I mean...Maybe I could teach Tup how to actually steal without getting caught."

Cody rolled his eyes. "Thats not what I mean."

I shrugged, "Could be useful."

Cody sighed but chuckled. "I guess it could be someday. But he has you, so we don't need to know that."

"I might not always be here, Codes." I layed down, staring at the ceiling. "Maybe I'll run away from this war..."

"You haven't even had your first day of studies yet, get over yourself." I could practically hear the eye roll.

I huffed. "Its been two years since I went to school, so pardon me if I'm not excited to start again today."

Cody laughed quietly and stood up, "Would you rather be going over battle plans with me and Kenobi?"

I sat up and looked at him, nodding. "Yes, actually I would."

He merely smirked at me and grabbed his helmet. "Too bad, kid. You gotta know this stuff."

I groaned. "But I don't wannaaaa!" Cody just laughed at me, making my lips turn into a pout.

"Cmon, kid, time to go." He nodded to the door. "It wouldn't be good for you to be late on your first day."

I glared at him and stood up, grabbing the backpack I stole, and walking past him. "You're a jerk, ya'know?"

He merely shrugged and followed me out. "Eh, I've been called worse."

A half hour later, I was sitting behind a desk. I felt strange. I hated it already.

There were probably about fifteen other kids in class, all seemingly my around my age. Almost all of them were taller, which I find thoroughly unfair.

Being fourteen and 5'2 doesn't seem like a huge deal, but nearly everyone I encounter was taller than me by a few inches, even those younger than me. It made it hard to be intimidating a times, but people also tended to underestimate me more, which I used to my advantage.

My mind drifts back to Arlo. He was only nine, but was already at my eyebrows. His brother was two years older than I, and much taller, as were his friends, but I still managed to take them down.

I chewed on my lip. I hoped Arlo was okay. I knew I had no control in coming here, but I couldn't help and feel guilty for not being there for him.

"Alright, students, find your seats, it is time to begin our lesson for the day." The teacher I assume, a lady wearing jedi robes and had her hair up in a bun, walked in and ordered us.

All the kids around me murmured their last words to their friends and sat down at the desks.

As the lesson began, something about the history of the Jedi and the Sith, I quickly realized how far behind I really was.

Subtly glancing at the other students, all their expressions read boredom, and I knew that this topic was review for them.

Seeing how they grew up in The Temple, they've probably heard these stories their whole lives, and knew them well.

I, on the other hand, had never heard of any of it. If this was the basics, I'm not sure how I would do when it came to something hard.

I took as many notes as I could, swallowing at the burning feeling of someone looking at me. I probably seemed like such a weirdo right now, but I had no other choice. This is the only was the only way I could possibly remember everything being told.

Two hours passed, and that class was finally over. Combat was the next one, and I was extremely grateful for that. Atleast I might know something there.

I shoved my pile of notes into my backpack and started to leave, stopping abruptly when someone was standing in the way.

"Oh, sorry-" He apologized and took a step back, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I didn't mean to nearly run into you."

I watched him, taking in his dark skin and midnight blue hair, mumbling, "Its fine..."

His crystal blue eyes stared at me for a moment before smiling and extending his arm. "I'm Zayn Cooper. I noticed you were new in class and thought I'd introduce myself."

I hesitated before shaking his hand, holding onto the strap of my backpack. "Right, yeah...I'm Fae."

"Its nice to meet you." Zayn smiled more, and his words actually seemed genuine...

Before I had a chance to answer, a new face appeared behind Zayn, giving his shoulder a shove.

"Cmon, man, we're gonna be late." A taller boy with shaggy, copper colored hair and fair skin spoke up.

His green eyes, both a different shade, trailed over to me and a grin spread on his lips. "Woahh, hey there-"

I raised a brow, scoffing. "Excuse me?"

Zayn sighed and lightly elbowed the flirty teen beside him. "Sorry about him, Fae. This is Blaze, he's not used to girls and chases their attention."

Blaze made a noise of indignation. "Please, I get plenty of attention from girls."

"If you get 'plenty of attention from girls', then you can leave me alone." I stated, eyes narrowing.

He paused for a moment before chuckling and mock saluting. "Yes, ma'am. Although I hope my first impression didn't completely ruin my chances of getting to know you."

I crossed my arms. "As long as you drop the flirting, sure. Aren't Jedi not allowed to even... like, have relationships or whatever?"

Blaze shrugged, "Technically just no attachment."

"Relationships have attachments." Zayn added. "Healthy ones anyway. Most jedi completely break that rule anyways, just not in the way Blaze is saying. Which should be expected, people aren't supposed to be alone, and its natural to seek companionship."

I tilted my head. "Who exactly would be their companion?"

"Other jedi, clones, people they work with often." Zayn explained then asked. "Who's your Master?"

"Obi-Wan Kenobi." I answered, glancing between the two to catch their reaction.

Blaze's brows went up in surprise and he let out a whistle. "Damn, you got lucky. Lot of younglings wish to have him as a Master, how'd you get him?"

I shrugged, "Like you said, I guess. Got lucky."

Zayn chuckled. "Lucky is putting it lightly. But anyways, Master Kenobi has companions. Like Master Skywalker, and Commander Cody."

I nodded slowly, "Yeah, I...I guess I see that."

Blaze shrugged. "Some of the Council members don't like it, but what can they do? Like Zayn said, its natural."

"If you children are done talking, you are missing your next class." Our teacher from earlier cut in, her tone displeasing.

"Sorry, Master Argus!" Zayn called out, eyes widening at the fact he's late.

She sighed and shook her head. "Just hurry along, boys. And Padawan Miller? Master Kenobi is here for you."

My brows furrowed but I nodded and turned to Zayn and Blaze. "Guess we'll have to talk some other time."

Zayn gave me a smile, "Yeah, we'll be around. If you need any help with studying, you can ask me."

I gave him a light smile. "Right, well, I might take you up on that."

Blaze cleared his throat and smirked at me, obviously teasing, "You know, I'll be around too. If you get lonely."

Zayn let out a long sigh and grabbed his arm, dragging Blaze out of the room and bidding me goodbye before Blaze had a chance to say anything else.

It didn't stop him from throwing me a wink before he was yanked out the door, however, making me chuckle.

"Based on that sound, I am assuming you had a good class?" Obi-Wan's voice interrupted the quiet, and I turned to face him, shrugging.

"Better than a lot of classes I've had." I confessed. "It was a little confusing, and I have a lot of notes to study, but I should be fine."

"Yes, I believe you are more than capable to do this. Especially with the help of a new friend?" He raised a brow as he led me out of the room.

I glanced up at him then looked at the hall infront of me. "I'm not sure if he counts as a friend, I just met him."

Obi-Wan hummed, "Perhaps, yes, but that doesn't mean he will not become a friend. And I know that if you become acquainted with Zayn, then he will introduce you to those he is acquainted with."

"Like Blaze?" I asked him, walking at his side.

He nodded, "Yes, he is one of them. I believe this will be good for you, my dear."

I shrugged, "I guess so..." I shook my head. "Why did you take me out of class?"

"What they will be doing is far too advanced for you." Kenobi told me. "I am taking you to begin your training with Sargeant Hunter, though today will only be an evaluation, to see where we need to work on the most."

I nodded slowly, "So...I'm just gonna be fighting?" I asked.

He chuckled lightly. "Mostly, yes. We will focus more on technique later on."

I smirked slightly. " Well atleast I'm finally gonna do something I know I'm good at."

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A few minutes later, we arrived in the training room, Cody and The Bad Batch already there.

"General." Cody spoke and straightened up.

"Commander." Obi-Wan nodded at him, a light smile on his lips.

Cody's eyes looked at me, "How was class?"

I shrugged indifferently. "Boring, but fine I guess. This will definitely be more fun."

Obi-Wan raised a brow, "Fun?"

"You do realize that you will be fighting, correct?" Tech chimed in, head tilting.

"Yeah, I know. What's the big deal?" I looked at all of them, slightly confused.

Wrecker laughed in glee, a wide grin spreading across his face, again nudging Crosshair. "Ah, yeah! I like 'er even more now!"

Crosshair merely huffed and continued to chew on his toothpick.

"Anyway," Kenobi looked to me, "Are we ready to get started?"

"Uh, I guess." I mumbled, still confused.

"Alright, then Sargeant?" He addressed Hunter. "I put her into your hands." They gave each other a nod before Hunter stepped closed to me.

"You ever fought before?" Hunter asked, starting to lead me onto the mat.

"Yeah, I have. Quite a lot, actually." I answered him truthfully.

He hummed and nodded. "What kind of fights?"

"I don't know... I fought people in the neighborhood, store owners. I used to do street fights to get money, and also to improve my skills. But some guy got mad he lost and ratted us to the cops. Got in fights with them too, but that was just mostly running from them." I explained to him.

"You did street fights?" Cody's eyebrows raised in surprise.

"I had to make money somehow." I gave him a small smirk. "I was decent at it, won quite a bit of cash cause people always betted against me."

"People actually let you fight? You're fourteen." Hunter questioned, brows creased together.

"And I was fighting before that." I chuckled, shaking my head "Its a bad town full of crime and people who just don't care. If I went up against someone and lost, they got paid. No one cared if I broke a few ribs in the process."

"And did you?" Tech asked. "Break a few ribs, I mean."

"I was going up against guys ten times my size, yeah, I got hurt. A lot actually. But you get used to it." I snickered, more relaxed now that I was talking about something I knew.

"Well then, let's see what you can do." Hunter remarked, gesturing to the circle in the middle of the room and smirking. "Or are you all talk?"

I examined him, realizing that he was trying to mess with me, and grinned back. "Bring it on, Skull Face."

I walked to it and Hunter followed in suit. Hunter had shed his armor to make it a little more even, though he was a trained commando so it still wasn't a very fair game.

We both stepped inside the circle and got on opposite sides of the ring. Tech came to stand outside the circle, while the others went and sat on a bench off to the side.

"Okay, I'm gonna throw a few punches, not very hard or fast, but I need to see how you react, got it?" I nodded, "Get into position." Hunter ordered.

I placed my right foot behind me, shifted my weight to my toes, and lifted my arms to infront of me, my hands balled into fists. I knew Hunter wasn't going to actually hurt me, but I never took my eyes off of him.

'Just act like its real. Don't loose focus.' I told myself.

Hunter had done the same as me, in his own way, and then crept towards me, ready to throw a punch.

I walked around the edge, keeping distance between us, but I didn't turn my back.

We circled each other, but then, he pounced. I was caught off guard, but recovered quickly and slid to the right.

I brought my fist forward, aiming for his head, which had turned my way, but he blocked it, grabbing my wrist slightly to push me away.

He waited, making sure I had my balance, before lunging again. This time I was more prepared and, when I sidestepped, I grabbed his arm and went to kick him in the stomach.

Surprisingly, it landed. I know he's not trying his hardest, or anywhere close to it, but a bit of pride swelled in me when I actually hit him.

The blow knocked him back a little, so I planted my foot that delivered the first hit, and did a roundhouse kick, again hitting his stomach.

He stumbled again, more this time, but looked up and smirked, "Maybe I won't go as easy on you, kid."

Once the words left his mouth, he rushed me and threw a punch to my head. I dodged, but barely, he picked up his speed.

I didn't even had time to register his other hand coming towards me. It landed on my shoulder, but I could tell he was purposely trying to avoid hitting me in the head.

The force, and the surprise of the hit, caused me to fall on my knees. Hunter sent another punch but I rolled out of the way. I ended up behind him and brought my leg up to kick him in the back of the knees.

He fell over and I used this small distraction to stand up and regain my poster.

Hunter stood up soon after, looking proud, "Nice move."

"Thanks." I did a mock salute and got back into position.

Hunter did the same. I lunged towards him this time, and sent a fist to his face, but he blocked it. I quickly turned so my back was towards him, and elbowed him in the stomach, then turned again and punched him in the face.

He looked angry for a second- or rather, shocked- and went to grab me.

I dodged his hands and did a back tuck, to gain distance, then got into position, but lower to the ground, so I could move quicker.

Hunter came at me, fast, and decided to return the favor, by punching me in the stomach. He then grabbed my arm, freaking flipped me over shoulder, and pinned me.

I coughed slightly as I hit the mat with a thud, and writhed under his hold, but to no avail.

Game over.

Hunter stood up and took a step back, walking outside the ring, "Nice job, kid. Better then I expected."

"Better then any of us expected." Obi-Wan chimed in, pacing forward.

"I still lost." I mumbled, still lying on the floor, trying to regain my breath. I was a tad bit jealous when Hunter didn't even seem winded.

"With all due respect, we knew you would loose." Tech announced, "Hunter has been trained his entire life in hand to hand combat, along with many other things. His enhanced senses also help him navigate things around him. It is not surprising that you lost when you've only fought on the streets, and have not been trained. But, as it has been said, you did better then we thought you would."

"Yeah, you knocked Sarge to the ground! Not many people could do that!" Wrecker added, grinning still.

"Especially at your age." Crosshair narrowed his eyes, observing me closely.

'I have a feeling that that's the closest he gets to a compliment.'

I sighed, then did a kick-up to get off the ground, wiping a bead of sweat from my brow and walking out of the ring.

"You seem to be good at acrobatics and gymnastics from what I can tell, you also look to be flexible, why is that exactly?" Tech asked, already looking at his datapad to type in my answers.

"I used to sneak into a gymnastics class when I was younger." I started. "And they didn't realize I wasn't actually a paying student for over a year, and then they kicked me out. After that, I just figured things out on my own and kept up with everything they taught me."

"You seem to do a lot of things you're not supposed to..." Cody raised his eyebrows.

I shrugged, "Didn't have anyone telling me otherwise."

"Well, that is something that will definitely have to be worked upon," Obi-Wan stated, "We can't have you starting fights here, or breaking rules. Your ways of living are going to change."

"Yeah, I've gathered that." I murmured to myself.

Obi-Wan faced Hunter, "Take the data you acquired today and look it over. Fae's training shall continue tomorrow." Hunter nodded his head, then Obi-Wan proceeded towards me, "Run along now, Fae, we have much to discuss. Cody and I shall find you later."

I whispered an 'okay' before turning to leave. Obviously whatever they were discussing, I wasn't allowed to hear.

As much as that piques my interest even more, and I would usually stick around to listen anyways, I had a lot of studying to do.

******************

After many, many, many hours of studying, I finally went to bed. I was temporarily staying in Cody's room, on a small mat on the floor, until the Council decided where to put me.

For some reason they didn't want me to stay with Obi-Wan like most padawans would stay with their Master.

I wasn't sure how long I was asleep, but it didn't feel nearly long enough before I awoke with someone shaking me.

"Fae, you gotta get up now." The 'someone' spoke from above me.

I groaned, and rolled over, pushing the hands away.

"Fae, this is your last warning, get up now." I didn't listen, infact, I barely even heard what the guy said.

When I continued to lay there, with no sign of getting up anytime soon, the mystery person huffed and grabbed the end of my mat, lifting it straight up into the air, sending me off my mat.

I fell onto the cold, hard, floor, which was like a shock to my system, eyes cracking open to stare at him with a pout.

"Heyyyy! Whats your problem?" I whined, rubbing my eyes, trying to get them to opened fully.

"I tried to warn you." Cody. Of course it was Cody.

'Jackass.'

"You have to get up, Fae," The clone demanded, crossing his arms.

When I finally peeled my eyes open all the way and sat up, he was standing over me with an unamused expression.

I let out a huff of air, "And why would that be?"

"Because you have class and training again." He told me, words crisp and clear.

"How are you so awake?" I looked at him in disgust. Morning people annoyed me.

"Because I woke up two hours ago." Was his dry response.

I glanced at the chronometer to read the time and my eyes nearly popped out of head.

"Its 0700 in the morning!!" I shrieked in horror. "And you've been up for two hours?!"

Cody merely chuckled at my reaction. "Yeah, I have, kid."

"Maybe that's why you're always grumpy." I grumbled, and he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Listen kid, just hurry up and get dressed, we gotta go." He ordered and started to walk out.

I scowled at his retreating form and flopped back onto the ground, groaning.

Today was gonna be a long day...

[banana-milk-enthusiast]

beat Forspoken, and while I probably will write an in-depth review down the line cuz i have many thoughts, I'm just going to pointform my basic thoughts while it's still fresh.

PROS

Great designs all around, the Tantas look so breathtaking with their extravagant designs and yet it doesn't take away from their world, it fits just right in. Absolutely love it.

Good world building most questions i had were answered either through the main story or extra archive stuff. Nothing felt too weird yknow

Gameplay gameplay gameplay. The magic system is literally amazing. I dont think I've had this much fun fighting in an rpg in a long time. Theres so much fun variety so you can focus on whats comfortable for you while also looking sick as fuck. Have i mentioned how good the battle system is cuz i avoid playing mage in every game because its such a slog but here its so fast paced and hits hard. Perfect for me.

The music is soooo good, I love the main theme and find myself humming it literally all the time.

Great graphics but maybe a lil too many particle effects but otherwise really pretty.

The story is technically a pro. Like its good, not bad, not great, just good. Basically something you'd find in the YA Fantasy section, thats the kinda quality it was. Which isn't a insult I did enjoy the story and characters. It just needed polish, fix up the dialogue and trim some of the story fat and i wouldn't have any complaints tbh. Probably would do better as a book series tho ngl, not sure what game format would have saved it.

Shoutout to the accessibility options. I'm glad more games are including these. I'll never understand complaints about them though, like just dont use them if you dont want/need to thats it.

ALMOST FORGOT THE COOLEST THING. THE NAILS. I'm sorry but the idea of using nail art to inscribe magic runes to give you buffs is the coolest fucking idea ever, why has this concept not been used till now. We always see rune tatoos or written on gear and stuff im fantasy media but this is such a neat ideaaaa and im forever thankful for it. Her capes are cool too I guess, with there was more variety rather than recolors tho. Kinda wish we could also get different outfits for her tho. Those jeans probably chafe.

CONS

THE OPEN WORLD IS SO BIG FOR NO GODDAMN REASON. I honestly wish this wasn't an open world game tbh, its so unnecessary. Halfway through the game, i got so frustrated and ignored everything that wasn't story points cuz getting everywhere takes so damn long, especially early on when you dont have fancy parkour or stamina. Easily its biggest fault for me.

I understand they thought it'd do way better than what happened but planning out a story as a trilogy in the gaming industry is not a smart move. I've yet to play the dlc so idk if we get closure but the loose ends werent a great way for the game to end.

Oh, the dialogue. Its easily one of the gamest weakest points. Like the type of dialogue i was writing in my original stories when i was 13 (not that ive gotten any better tbh). Basically, it's not what you expect from such a vaunted company. Frey is great when shes excited or angry, which is most of the time, but occasionally, they'll hit me with the cheesiest line I've heard in years, and idk how to handle it. Like the stuff she says in the final chapter is honestly so robotic, there is no natural flow present. Which is a pity cuz the actress was killing it tbh, like she definitely carried the lines with her emotion. Unfortunately, it couldn't save them. Like if it was something they dropped on ps3 or wii, it honestly would have done fine. What i mean to say is the dialogue is very outdated in this age of gaming. im actually surprised how out of touch it feels. Especially since otherwise its a solid game all around. Regarding Cuff and Frey banter you do have the option to make it less frequent or just turn it off but i never really found them annoying regardless.

Maybe its just me but the control scheme feels so weird, the games makes you feel like you should be gliding most of the time but holding O while spaming all those trigger buttons feels so awkward to me. But then again I also didnt care enough to change the control scheme so.

[flockofdoves]

i think its important to retain compassion and make sure when i actually talk to her i am open to listening to whatever she has to say. obviously thats important even just on purely a level of wanting communication to go well and for her to be receptive to solutions. but also of course there needs to be space kept for me and my gf to vent our frustration on our own time bc just bc pretty much almost everyone can always have some sort of personal justification for why they did something within their constricted circumstances obviously that doesn't mean people hurt by that dont still have reasons to be upset or resent the situation. and i'm trying to be good and healthy in how i balance these two things. 

i'm not always the best at conversations i can be a bit conflict avoidant and i have given up on talking about any of this for a while after my last half assed attempts at communication about this stuff failed (even if i think to be fair to myself some of it very clearly goes beyond what i'd imagine the scope of any misalignment of expectations from past experiences in different living situations could cause. like sure ok maybe you've used other peoples dishes in the past but i cant imagine it takes communication (which i did w this actually!) to know that if you've then let those dishes mold for a month throwing out that persons dishes after they ask you to wash them after they see them outside is not an acceptable next step) but i’m really trying to expend the effort to be better at communicating

but every time i’ve tried she avoids it somehow. and i keep trying harder in more direct but still not aggressive ways and i’m sure theres still more i could do but its just so so frustrating having it continue on this way. 

i feel like theres no space for me to even healthily balance my frustration with not letting that boil into any actual opportunity to talk because its just like a constant situation of having to hope that she’ll actually not avoid things this time and i need to emotionally prep myself for conversation so that i won’t unproductively just come across as angry (or just like. so shaky i cant talk lol) and because i’m just like fucking constantly having to put myself in that state theres not even a healthy space to even be properly mad during me and my gfs time when shes not around

i’m just so so so sick of this i’m so constantly stressed and sad about all of this this is the worst roommate situation i’ve ever been in even when just like. in fun conversations before she was avoiding us and that i still overhear w her friends i really enjoy my roommate. like thats really saying something when i’ve had a homophobic passive aggressive roommate before and a roommate that always turned the thermostat up to 90 degrees!!! but this is still (even after her wayyyy lowballing the utility bills “at their worst” looking back lmao) like the cheapest place i’ve seen around here with this fucking housing crisis happening around my college and at this point itd literally be too late to find anything good for when this lease ends i don’t know what to fucking do i was panicking about housing this time last year and it felt like it might fall through at like any moment once we did secure this apartment last august and then like so soon after that everything started to gradually get more and more stressful as more things happened with our roommate so its been like a fucking year of housing stress about stuff but we didn’t even start early bc it cost so much to furnish this place so our room wasnt just so deeply stressful to live in with the amount of unpacked boxes for months that we only just finally had all the furniture and storage to actually put away that we kept being like well i’m sure if we just communicate better it can improve because we really want to keep living here and dont want to go through All That with apartment applications and moving again any time soon but also jesus christ what if it just doesnt fucking change im in fucking limbo

[sandwichfordinner]

YIPPEE MATCHUPS! I hope you're having a good day! Just to let you know- it might help to have your masterlist pinned to the top otherwise people might not be able to see it! (Unless it is an I just can't see if for some reason... ✌️live laugh love) ANYWAY. YES. IDV. I have no hunter/survivor preference!!!

I am nonbinary and pan, no preference. Im tall- like 5'10 or something, brown eyes, dirty blonde usually long and fluffy with short bangs but I'm thinking about getting it layered short. my style varies, often I either dress quite formal and smart (smart trousers! Blouses and collard shirts! Sweaters!!!) But if im not going out i'll switch to a lot of oversized loose fitting clothes in LAYERS!!! SO MANY LAYERS!!! (im so glad flares are popular again!!!) I quite like clothes, I just refuse to wear dresses or shorts as I am quite insecure and uncomfortable in them.

I am a huge bookworm, passionate about a lot of humanities subjects, philosophy, art, history, sociology and psychology, law e.c.

People often times say I have good knowledge about a variety of subjects or have an opinion on everything.

But to be honest its either 0 or 100 with me. I'm autistic and typically go non verbal around people I am not comfortable with (i NEVER approach new people myself) and small talk is the devil i cannot do it. If I try to force myself at best I start stuttering badly 💀. I'm not too bothered by it, it's just frustrating. The only exception i'm fine 'approaching' is to talk to them is online/through writing as it puts concerns about reading social queues out the window.

However the 100 side of it, people that approach me and engage in topics i actually like... as well as people close to me, I'm the opposite, I have to have meaningful discussions and love to share ideas with people! It's like I do a complete 180! People oftentimes mistake me as being very confident if they catch me like this and dont know me very well but I think it's just because I'm moreso passionate and fixate a lot.

At my worst I become extremely avoidant and shut in, typically to be able to get out of my room I need someone I'm friends or close with that can drive me out or stay with me, otherwise I panic. (That includes ignoring basic needs, i will ignore them if i feel threatened) but so long as I have people close to me around I feel far more confident in being able to mask (for me its not always a bad thing if it helps me to be productive/actually stay alive). I cannot stand to be touched by others unless I'm expecting it but even then I'm still sensitive, but I am okay with touching others! Exihibit A! I love pampering friends and get compliments on my massages!!!! Do not do the same to me the devil takes over my body and I cannot control spasms i am not laughing of joy I am on the verge of a breakdown!!!!

As for specific hobbies: I like drawing/painting and sculpting! I LOVE board and tabletop games, chess, card games like blackjack. I like anything to do with watersports. I love to swim! Reading and writing is obviously a big one too and my most recent interest is learning to bake! (Because im dogshit at cooking)

I hope thats enough and that I did everythjng!!! Hope you have a lovely day!!!!

Note: I am not really sure what no binary pronouns use, I asked google and said that go by they, if it doesn’t go by they I am terribly sorry and please tell me if I did it wrong! Also have a nice day you too anon! 💝

And also I am so sorry If I skipped something 😞

I match you wiiith🥁🥁🥁…

Galatea and Emil!

Galatea:

The moment she heard that you like sculpting, she immediately wanted to know more about you!

Even chess?? THATS AMAZING !! She loves playing chess too!!

She was so scared to talk to you thought, she didn’t know how to start a conversation.

Wow she finally spoke to you! But it was in a match while you were chaired and Galatea was just staring at you a little creepy.. That made you uncomfortable and you looked away ‘when will I get sent back to the manor.’ You thought.

,,Your eyes are… pretty..’’ she quietly and softly said.

That caught you off guard and you looked back at her.

,,O-oh thank you! Uh your e- I mean your sculpture is nice!’’ ‘Oh nahh💀💀 why did I say this😭’

She looked confused at the Little rock of clay but smiled.

,,Thank you.. Can I.. talk to you more?’’

You nodded and smiled again.

,,M-maybe play some c-chess with me..?’’ She quietly spoke.

,,I’m sorry what did you say?’’

,,Nothing!’’ Her face was now hidden and you could only see the back of the wheelchair.

She was blushing, which left you confused.

,,Uh can we meet-‘’ But suddenly the rocket chair started spinning which you flew back to the manor, but before you flew she said more loudly: ,,Meet me a-after the match!!’’ ,,OK!’’

When both of you started dating she made you little sculptures of hearts or cute things you like.

BOTH OF YOU MAKING SCULPTURES <333

Walks! When the both of you aren’t in a match you would push the wheelchair while Galatea is on it around the manor. Usually Galatea starts the conversations because she knew that you really couldn’t start one. Such a nice and supportive gf 🫶

Give her a surprise kiss on her cheek and she’s blushing.

Emil

Oh this sweet little guy.

Another awkward shy introvert😭

To the moment he saw you , he felt funny in his stomach. And he could feel his cheeks red.

Would try to start a conversation with you.

But if you tried you would be a stuttering mess, really nervous too because of how much you stuttered.

He doesn’t find it funny tho, in fact he finds it cute. He would chuckle a little, but when he saw your face like it was about to cry he immediately stopped and looked at you in worry.

,,I-I am s-so sorry for laughing! I didn’t m-meant to , i-it’s not that I promise!’’ Okay he accidentally held your hands without noticing. Man was panicking 😭

Now both of you looked like a couple.

You started feeling more nervous at the sudden contact, which he realised too, quickly stopped holding your hands and running away none stop saying ‘I’m so sorry!’ Man it was sure something😭😭

Next day he came to apologise and said that he will never do it again.

This man is so sweet bro.. and respectful too..

He found himself getting more and more comfortable by the time.

But not too comfortable because he would blush sometimes, trying to hide his face while you were looking at him confused.

When both of you were finally dating he would get more protective, not obsessive! He is just worried about you getting hurt!

When people misgender you, he would confidently say: ,,If you didn’t know Y/N is not comfortable calling them he or she!’’

Ur biggest support!

Always asks you if you’re okay with it before he hugs you or kisses you!

When you’re feeling down and don’t want to talk to anyone he would slide down a letter under your door and leave.

There is written how much he loves you, that the others are just jerks and a bunch of more praises and nice things written. And he finished with a ‘please talk to me later, I am worried’.

If you kiss him or hug him he would have the biggest smile on his face with red face.

Best bf material😻

[tastyykpop]

PLAY!

pairings: alpha!jaemin x omega!reader

genre: smut, a/b/o, sports au ish

warnings: dom!jaemin, brat!reader, choking, gagging, slight degradation, spit kink, praising, slight manhandling, biting/marking, a lil overstimulation, breeding, buldging kink, slight possessive behavior, slapping, a teensy bit of subdrop, cockwarming

a christmas present for my bestie and everyone else as well :D merry christmas!!

Never in the universities years have they ever had an omega on the basketball team, nonetheless varsity. It was a school wide shock, the talk of the entire school. Almost impossible to walk five feet to your next class without someone stopping you with a notepad, and writing you like you were the greatest thing since sliced bread. And after practices, there'd be crowds of students watching you, awestruck at how amazing you were and not to mention how perfect everything was about you.

There's a reason why you're on varsity, you put in the extra effort of making sure your body's in perfect shape for basketball season. The muscles in your arms and legs were enough to prove it, your strength was unmatched. You never back down without a good fight. Girls basically being thrown around whenever there's a jump ball you're included in. You're aggressive on the court, the ground- almost like a second home when you're diving for the ball, fighting for it to stay on your side. Banking shots left and right even stealing the ball all came with hard work and determination. You never stopped, even when you were tired you kept pushing. It's all easy to you, second nature some may say

You were an MVP.

Newspapers sold city wide showing you off as their star player, making other schools know exactly who you were. And they hated you, envied how you viewed the court with such ease. How you could run up and down the whole game without needing a break for water or to catch your breath. The way you were so quick and light on your feet was also something they dispised. How you could dribble your way into an open lane that was originally heavily guarded, an easy layup. Seriously, how you're mind worked was amazing. And yeah they hated you, but those teams also wanted you. Other girls wanted to be you.

Now hot in the season, the most recent game was a complete masterpiece and not to mention, the game that decides who moves on to the championships. Plays were successful, at least 81% of shots were made (Coach had a long talk with everyone afterwards). The score ended with an eight point lead and the after party was just as fantastic.

University students filled the frat house, beer cans and red solos in hand as they partied and celebrated the win of the boys and girls playoffs. Each hour more and more people would fill, joining in on the fun. Hell, even the coaches joined.

And as all that went down, you were upstairs with a not very happy Jaemin.

It was a tough game for him. The boys coach nagging and yelling at Jaemin for his 'sorry excuse of plays.' Coach has been eating away at Jaemins anger and pushing him any chance he could which caused Jaemin to put a lot of pressure on himself.

One mistake was all it took for Jaemin to stomp off the court after that time out was called. You recall chasing after him into the boys locker room, knowing damn well that Coach wasn't going to be happy with his behavior. There wasn't anything you could do to calm him really, he was stubborn and wouldn't agree on anything you said to him.

"That last technical was on me!" Jaemin yelled, kicking his water bottle to the wall in frustration. "And no its not fucking fine! Coach is gonna be up my ass for anything until we win."

You let out a sigh. "You're up by ten with barely two minutes left in the last quarter, Jaemin."

"Thats enough time for the other team to catch up." He got close to your face, backing you up until you hit a locker. His hot breath fanning your face with a look of bloodlust. "I'm costing the team two shots with that technical. God, I'm so fucking stupid."

Jaemin rested his head in the crook of your neck, clentching and un-clentching his jaw as he let your scent fill his nose. The smell so sweet that he only found comfort whenever he could sense it. Letting it linger and calm himself before he lifted his head back up, eyes focused on your hooded ones.

"You trust your alpha right?"

"Of course." You say with ease, his arm wrapping around your waist.

"Good. I'm gonna fucking need you later."

This led to where you are now. Sitting comfortably on Jaemins lap, his eyes shut. He wasn't sleeping just thinking of the game over and over as he played with your basketball shorts, hand sliding under the silk like fabric to skim over your thigh.

If only the school knew how you played off the court. Their favorite MVP omega would look so very different in their eyes.

To an omega, you can sense the vexation coming off of him. His vibe completely off and unsatisfied with the game that he couldn't come to a stopping point. However, his advances were obvious the more he hiked your shorts up. The more he danced his fingers along your hip ready to play, Jaemin had to relieve himself someway and he was heading in the direction he wanted the most.

"Alpha," You began, hand raking along his glistening abs, tempting to inch closer to his pelvic region. "The game was fine. I don't see why you need to beat yourself over it."

His hands fly to your ass, pulling you directly onto his soft clothed dick. "Don't try me. Coach is already screwing with me and I can't seem to make him happy. No matter how many times someone tells me I did good, he finds something to criticize."

You move against him with ease. Thick cock hardening with each stroke against his shorts, leaking precum against them. Plush lips opening with a sigh, eyes fluttering open to meet your movements with a groan.

"Coach talks shit to his favorite players, haven't you noticed? Still, the team won. That's all that matters in the end."

"But I did nothing to contribute. I screwed up." He growled.

Biting your lip, cock now growing against his stomach. Aching to be released, your finger running over the outline in thought over Jaemins words. There was an issue with how he spoke, like he was the only one on the team that needed to do anything for it to count as a good game. You despised it. The team wouldn't be the same without Jaemin, however there was no need for him to think just because he's an MVP, doesn't mean he has to act like one.

"You're so pompous."

"Pompous?! Because I know my worth?"

You shook your head, "You're an uptight player with no sense of the word team."

Jaemin poked his tongue to his cheek, fingers digging into the skin of your ass. His hand came into contact quick, hips stuttering from the impact with nothing more than a frown playing on his face. "I have more sense than a stupid omega that doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut. What good does this mouth do you anyway, other than getting on my nerves?" He tapped your cheek. Not strong enough to leave a mark, but enough to make your face move to the side.

"Don't humor me." You tug his shorts down just enough for his tip to peak through. The slick of his precum dripping just below his belly button. Your finger dipping at the salty liquid, bringing it to your tongue for a taste.

"Then keep your mouth shut like a good omega."

"No, I don't think I will." You say smugly, knowing the consequences when you don't listen. But Jaemin let you have your fun instead, chuckling at your innocent yet dirty voice.

"Its like you're begging to be ruined."

You smirk to yourself, hand rubbing his tip with little to zero ounce of gentleness. Eyes screwing shut, sucking the air in like a drug. Jaemin instinctively bucking his hips to get more than just friction. Leaning more towards desperation, his cock head now pink and glossy. Other hand pulling his shorts further down along with his boxers, lifting your hips to leave them around his ankles. Fat cock screaming for pleasure, your mouth drooled for a taste.

"Go on." He urged, "Taste it."

Jaemin tangled his fingers in your hair, dragging you to lick his painfully erect dick. Tongue dragged over the underside from his balls to the head. The salty precum leaving him more as you licked at his hole, more easily gushing out when he moaned. Collecting it all on your tongue from his lower abdomen, leaving nothing behind.

Adoration as he gazed, breath hitching when you wrapped your lips around him. Taking him slowly and inching yourself down, the stretch hurting your throat already on the verge of letting up. Head was pushed further along with his hips lifting to where your lips touched his stomach, a satisfying sigh leaving his mouth. Chuckling, he rested his head against the headboard. Keeping you in place, gag reflex rejecting the intrusion Jaemin put in you. Throat convulsed, shutting your eyes to not focus on the awful feeling, only trying to please the alpha.

Nasty choking sounds bounced off the walls, lucky the music and talking downstairs canceled any chance of someone hearing.

"Filthy omega mouth. Only good for one thing... and that's getting me off."

You moaned, sending vibrations up his shaft as a shiver went up his spine. Salivation pooling at the corners of your lips, threatening to spill any second. And that's how Jaemin liked it, messy. Other hand coming to smear the drool on your lips with his fingers, delicately bobbing you head so more saliva would drip from your chin and to his balls. And the more he continued, the harder it was to focus on breathing through your nose. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes just from the sheer sense of not being able to breathe properly. Nonetheless it was wiped away with a single thumb. The hum from Jaemin- a content one at that, adoring you getting so messy. And all for him.

"So disgusting." He commented, still rubbing drool around your mouth as he released the hold on you, pushing you off.

Coughing and wiping your mouth, you sat back on his lap to catch your breath. Jaemin stroked himself with a grin. Urging you to try again, cooing at the way you unconsciously moved against his thigh. Your slick soiling the silk material as well as your underwear. Thigh now damp, warm slick doing nothing but making him bite his lip. A copper taste on his tongue.

"Do I turn you on this much, alpha? So needy and I hardly did anything. It's no wonder you needed me so badly." Still rubbing his cock, the crooked smile on his face had anything but amusement written on it.

"Do you enjoy being a pretentious pet? Maybe you don't deserve this after all."

"But I'm such a good girl." You fake pout, "I deserve it all!"

Jaemin rolled his head back. Eyes closing to continue lazily jerking himself off, swatting you hand away when you attempted to help him.

"Just watch if you wanna keep acting like a brat." He stated. His mouth opening, hand speeding up to get closer to his orgasm. The moans- obviouy fake just to grab your attention, even stopping you from any movement so you'd have all eyes on him and his throbbing cock.

Veins in his arms becoming more prominent as his hand tightened, the other lingering on your thigh.

Tapping his sticky tip, a string connected like he knew it was going to happen. Loving how you ate him up with such a harsh gaze.

"I wanna taste you."

Jaemin mumbles, "Thats not my problem, omega."

"But I wanna swallow your cum." So vile and shameless you were, Jaemin had to bring you near his lips. To feel something, or breathe in your scent. Possibly something else...

"Swallow my spit instead." Jaemin carelessly locked his lips with yours, keeping your mouth open like a French kiss, only to spit in your mouth. It tasted like alcohol, yet you didn't waste it. Swallowing without a second thought, happily sticking your tongue out to show him. "Thats a good girl!"

He continued holding you against his chest, petting your hair. Fist still wrapped around his dick, moving faster and closer to cumming.

"Please, alpha." You pathetically beg, hand inching towards to wrap around his fist. "Let me touch you. I'll make you feel good."

Jaemin takes your hand into his, taking his cock in your own. Sensitivity taking over him, shaking as he hissed. Steadily in an up and down motion, the coolness of your hand feeling amazing on his warm dick.

You kissed along his collarbone, eyeing his clentching abs as his dick twitched in your hand, "Gonna cum?"

"Yes, baby. Keep going." Hand wrapped around yours dug into your knuckles. Groaning, Jaemin began tugging your hair, abs tightening as spurts of cum shot onto his stomach and onto his and your hand. The warm white liquid spilling from the tip like it wasn't about to stop. "Clean me off." Lifting his hand to your mouth, you cleaned him off like a starved animal. Now licking away the cum on his abdomen and your hand as if it weren't there in the first place.

Jaemin pat the top of your head, signifying you were doing well.

Then he slid down the bed, now resting his head on the pillow. A giant smile on his face as he tugged at your shorts, "Off."

"Do it yourself." You reply.

At this point, he had enough. Flipping you over with ease, stripping you of everything in seconds. Leaving you bare for only his eyes.

"Stupid omega, always have to test her alpha. You love being put in your place, huh?" Spreading your legs forcefully, he suddenly bit the inside of your thigh. A scream filling his ears at how harsh he bit down, almost enough to draw blood.

He licked over the now reddened area, kissing, then biting again all up your thigh until he stopped where you needed him most.

"Jaemin," You bucked up, hoping he'd put his mouth on you. "I need your tongue."

"Need or want? Getting your words mixed up, baby. You don't need it, I can leave you like this with nothing if I really wanted to."

"But you won't." You speak confidently, "You love to taste me."

Jaemin couldn't disagree. Staring at you with a shit eating grin before taking a long flick up your slit. Sweet slick making his eyes roll back, tongue dipping into your heat to taste more. Its so rough, you can hear the slurping sounds coming from him. All you could do was lay there and take it. Tugging at the strands of messy hair on Jaemins head, the only thing keeping you sane with how vigorous and starved he suddenly became.

Slick painted his chin, your core pulsing and spilling more as well as spit from Jaemin. The lewd sounds so intense mixed with your moans, you were sure at least some people could hear at this point. Jaemin didn't mind. Flicking your clit with his tongue, swirling around the sensitive bud to pull you closer into a gut wrenching sensation. It would come too quick, a record for himself if he managed to make you cum so soon with hardly any penetration.

And somehow, he pulled it off.

You're screaming when he doesn't stop, body still quivering and thighs squeezing around him. Vision almost going blank, voice breaking when you moaned, "F-fuck, Jaemin!" Hands taking hold just under the back of your thighs, tearing them away from his face. You fought to close them again, bearing too much already. "No more, I can't take it!"

"Didn't you say you needed this?" He muttered against your folds, "Did my pretty omega lie to me?"

You shook your head sheepishly. Not making any eye contact, afraid he wouldn't stop for the rest of the night.

"Then you will take what I give you. And when I'm done, you'll say 'thank you, alpha' like a good pet. Do you understand?"

"Yes, alpha."

Jaemin slaps your thigh, jerking you forward into his mouth. The more he lapped, the more you saw stars in your blurry vision. You were positive you eventually passed out. Excessive nipping and flicking at your clit was too extreme. Though when he noticed you black out, he didn't cease and continued until you came again. Almost like a resurrection, you arched into the bed and whined loudly as the final wave of your orgasm hit. Tugging and squirming against Jaemin.

"What do you say?"

"T-thank you, alpha."

Jaemin laid his hand atop your stomach, emotion no where to be found. The silence eating away at you, hoping he'd do something before you did it yourself. And luckily he did, though it was unexpected when he kept his hand put, but his cock was already pressed into your entrance. Jaemin didn't care how sore you you were, sliding into you easily as you placed your hands on his chest to slow him before ruthlessly pounding into your heat.

The amount of slick mixed with cum made it easy to slide deep, tip meeting your sweet spot with a rough kiss in an instant. And his hand that rested on your belly could feel himself, the outline of his thrusts that felt so good. A cocky smirk playing on his lips as he did nothing more than replace his hand with yours.

You didn't know how to respond. Of course you knew Jaemin was big, but that big...You wanted to wipe that smirk off his face before he had any other thoughts however it was too late and his mind was already on the run with ideas.

"I could do this all night if I wanted to." He roughly bucked forward, "Could fill you up, breed you, show everyone their favorite omega is nothing more than a cumdump for her alpha. It'd be perfect!"

You whine at the thought, clentching around his cock thinking of being bred with his pups. However it couldn't happen anytime soon, the idea that he could spill his seed inside you if he so wanted made your mind spin. "You're s-so full of yourself, a-alpha."

Jaemin cups your cheeks, smiling like he wasn't wrecking your insides. "Because I know my omega wants it. I'll breed this pretty pussy so good, keep you with me forever so you can't leave. Only be mine." His hands now at your throat, pressing into the sides as your mouth kept open.

"I-I've only b-been yours." You choke, hand wrapping around his wrists. Not drawing him off, but there like a sense of security.

"Of course. But I like when I make the other boys jealous."

Jaemin attacks your lips. Messily kissing while still choking you. His tongue pushes past your lips, playing with your tongue. The taste of alcohol still evident and intoxicating, you wanted more. Forcing yourself onto him, clashing teeth in the process.

His free hands stray to your breats, fondling the hard bud sweetly. Removing his lips, he now dipped down to your other breast. Sucking on your chest, tongue licking over your nipple, Pushing your chest in his face on instinct, Jaemin loved how you reacted. Tweaking, sucking, anything to get you worked up and begging for him is what he craved.

Cock aching, that familiar feeling quickly returning. Wrapping your legs around his waist, bringing him in closer- deeper, for his cum that would soon shoot into your cunt. But for now, Jaemin wanted to savor the feeling before his release, savor how your walls always felt so tight whenever he fucked you. How wet you still seemed to be, and only for him.

With your head pushed in the pillow, neck being squeezed- Jaemin happily let himself cum. Shooting his load in your walls, cum threatening to spill each time he pulled his hips back. However, his continuous thrusts shoved his cum further into your cunt. Nearing your own orgasm, he rubbed your wet clit.

"Alpha, alpha!" You scream, "Feels so good, alpha!"

"I know, baby. Keep going for me. Come on you can give me one more, I know you can."

You dug your nails onto his wrist. Your orgasm taking over you like a sudden rush of adrenaline, chanting Jaemins name until you finally settled down the best you could, still finding yourself in a subdrop.

"Thats it, baby. Shh-" Jaemin kissed your cheek, moving your messy hair from your face to kiss anywhere he could, "Baby, you did so well. I'm so proud of you." He repeatedly kissed your face. Inching you closer into a reality you couldn't understand just yet. Playing with your hair, literally anything to bring you completely back to him. "You okay?" He questions, lifting your chin to give you that lovely Na Jaemin smile you're used as you returned the gesture and nodded.

Jaemin was about to pull out, you stopped him by bucking your hips back into his. "No! I wanna stay like this."

How could Jaemin say no to his baby after all this?

After situating himself into a more comfortable position, you spoke, "Jaemin..?"

"Mhm?"

"I still think you're a pompous asshole."

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Kai and pregnant First Lady and the babies are kicking and Kai tells them “stop kicking or else-“

Hmmm okay but like:

Kai watches as you waddle over to your room, dragging your feet as the Secret Service follow behind. You're 22 weeks pregnant now, and while its perfectly reasonable for you to be tired, he thinks that something else is bothering you too.

Then again, you're having triplets, so maybe that's what's been making you so sleepless.

Kai wish he could help you, but you still avoid him like plague, still mad over the fact that he got you pregnant.

He called in your Secret Service to ask them what's wrong with you, but they just shrug and say that you haven't been getting some good sleep, only barely able to get a couple of very short naps throughout the day.

Kai doesn't understand what could be the reason for that though. He had suspended you from all of your official duties when he'd heard that you were carrying his offspring, and he made sure that you were eating healthy, and provided you with all kinds of things to make this pregnancy go smoothly. He even got you the stupid body pillow that was totally unnecessary since you could've used him instead.

So, he decided to call your doctor for help.

"Well, at 22 weeks, the fetus are moving around a lot in the womb, even kicking her ribs. Many people don't know how strong a baby's kick can be in the womb. Maybe thats the reason why the First Lady hasn't been able to get a good night's sleep."

"So, what do I do?"

"Hmm, well try to get the babies to settle. You can rub her belly gently to encourage them to move down, maybe talking to them, or even a small walk around the block can lull them to sleep. If it still doesn't stop, you should drop by my office."

So, here Kai stood outside your door. He knocks and waits for you to answer, a grumpy "Come in!" comes from the other side of the door. He walks in and has to bite the inner part of his cheek from laughing at how adorable you look sitting on the floor, eating a Mars bar, hair all out of place as you run a hand through them frustratedly.

"Why... are you on the floor?"

Your cheeks burn slightly as you furrow your brows and look away.

"My chocolate... it slipped out of my hands and I got down to pick it up and.... I couldn't get up so I'm eating it here." You mumbled the last part, muffling up the words by chomping on the chocolate.

But Kai still understood every word, and he nodded and simply walked over to you. Gently picking you up, he carried you to your bed and laid you down. Covering you with your blanket, he sat down on the bed with you.

"I've heard you're having trouble sleeping. Is everything okay?"Kai asks.

"Who told you that? It was Shotou, wasn't it? I told him not-"

"No, I figured it out by the heavy bags under your eyes."

Your nostrils flared. "Oh, I'm sorry. Am I too ugly for you now? Well damn, how the hell are we gonna sleep now? Oh that's right- YOU ALREADY KNOCKED ME UP!"

If Kai wasn't trying to get on your good side, he would've told you how illogical your argument is. But knowing that its just your hormones talking, he decided to be the more "patient", more "understanding" partner (like he always is).

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that." Now that he thinks about it, he sure has been apologising a lot ever since you came around. "I'm just worried about you and the babies is all. Come on, just tell me what's up so that we can solve this."

You looked at him for a moment before huffing. "They're very active. Always moving around and kicking me in the ribs. Even when they move the slightest bit, they just press on my bladder and I have to go running to the toilet." You teared up, frustrated and tired by your own condition. "I've tried everything- I've watched movies, I've sang to them lullabys, Miruko even massaged my belly but they just wont rest and won't let me either. They keep me up all night, Kai. Not to mention the heart burn!"

Kai took your hand in his and rubbed soft circles with his thumb- yes he did google how to comfort your pregnant wife when she's hormonal. "I'm sorry you're going through that. I just wished you would've told me sooner." You rolled your eyes. "Yeah? And what would've you done?"

Kai thought for a second. "How about you let me try? May I?" He asked pointing to your belly. "Take your shot." You said, resting your head back on the pillow.

Kai pulled up your shirt a bit and got closer to your exposed your round bump. "Hello, children." You snickered at that. He's definitely a psychopath.

Kai cleared his throat. "I'm your father, Kai Chisaki. You may have heard about me from your mother. Now, I know this is the first time we're talking, but I have an important matter to discuss with you. Its about how you've been keeping your mother up at night. I understand that there isn't much to do around in there and that you're probably just bored inside, but you will not be kicking your mother, especially at night. You will not fight amongst yourselves either. You will be very good children and you will be on your best behaviour inside there, and I expect nothing less. Do I make myself clear?" He said before placing his hand over your belly button. After a few second, he felt a small kick to his hand. "Good children. Now go to sleep." Kai smiled. "Well, I think that worked splendidly-" He looked up to see you already asleep.

Did he really bore you to sleep or did his strategy work?

It was the latter. It turns out that the kids, by some magic, decided to listen to him and you finally got a good night's sleep for the first time in a week. But they began kicking again the next day, and the day after that. Finally, not being able to take it any longer, you got out of bed and out of your room, where your Secret Service looked at you with worry as they looked at the time. It was 1 am, was everything alright?

"Take me to the President."

"But ma'am, its late. He's sleeping-"

"Take me to the President."

Kai woke up to incessant knocking at his door. He got out of bed, irritated because this was the only time of the day where he was able to get some rest.

"What- Y/n? What are you doing at this hour? Is everything okay?"Kai asked, worried as he took in your form- standing there in your white angelic nightgown with tears in your eyes, looking completely pitiful.

"I- I can't sleep." You sniffled, pointing to your belly.

Ah. Kai immediately let you in, hugging you as he carried you to his bed. He laid you down before laying beside you. Resting on his elbow, he rubbed your belly with one hand and your hair with the other. "Its okay. I'm here, now, Just close your eyes and I'll handle the rest." Kissing your temple, he watched as you nodded and closed your eyes. Then he began talking to your belly. About taxes.

"-and thats why tax evasion is illegal and this should be taught in schools. Don't worry though, I'll teach this stuff to you guys." Kai said, sighing as if he'd just finished reading a fairytale.

He turned off the lights before returning to your side, wrapping his arms around you and cuddling your from behind.

See? You totally didn't need that body pillow.

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When I saw the movie I was happy to see ikuya and rin building some kind of friendship, but it confused me a little bc out of nowhere rin started talking about his swimming decisions with ikuya as if he had known the guy for a lifetime but it never occurred him to comment something to haru until the last damn minute (and at the worst possible time). Like, makoto, sousuke (tho it's to be expected bc he's his best friend), I think that even natsuya found out first what rin decided to do before haru. And I'm not sure if it's because of the communication problems those two always have (probably), or a decision by the staff to build the drama at the end, but at that moment I felt it was a little odd. idk. maybe im crazy.

Lol but thats how he always was. I wouldn't say its odd, isn't it pretty common... the easier talk to strangers thing? no? It's just I think his communication problems are a bit more complicated than that and to me are much more frustrating.

Like I know it's true about Rin, that when it comes to his personal problems, he'll gladly talk about them with strangers, while we'll get nothing. Like in s1, when he was running away from Haru and then the speech about why he's the way he is was delivered to Rei. This time Ikuya played Rei's role. So the less connection he has at that moment with someone, but if its the one who still can understand what he's talking about, since Rei wanted to be in a relay, Ikuya wanted to compete in free but couldn't, its cool for him. But it won't be something close to him.

Like no one knew about what problems he had in s1, he only talked to Nitori about how much Haru annoys him haha. Even Gou who figured it out pretty early and guessed that it was about him and Haru from the beginning, had to watch him and deduct on her own. Rin doesn't talk about whats going on with him ever. He always tries to deal with things on his own, same goes for his decisions. It's not like he'd sit down with someone close to him and talk out the process of his thinking and why he did what he did.

With Sousuke it's same, s1 he had no idea whats going on, his decision about going to Australia and Iwatobi Rin also dropped without any buildup. It's like Sousuke said, it's just the way Rin is, but while we might not have problems with it, the only problem here is that he has a certain someone who he can't be this way with and who won't take it as "well its fine" as everyone else. It doesn't affect everyone else the way it affects Haru.

And even here all Rin says is that "I have to deal with this war inside myself first" and then again, he doesn't voice his conflict, his reasonings, nor his decision, we can see whats going on in his head, yes, but its not like people around can see flashbacks of him going from his s1 break down to dad's dream to prioritizing swimming with Haru over everything else, even if he has to swim grasshopper style as he joked (lol I'm kidding, but u know what I mean).

And again the problem here is that his dream has changed from his dad's dream (that before had nothing to do with anyone else but him) to being with Haru and their mutual future, but at the same time his habit of not sharing what's going on with him stayed intact. Like I understand the whole s1 thing, I mean, he couldn't have known about Haru's feelings and he didn't know that his dream is not his dad's dream. But now its already another thing. That's why I'm saying that he just doesn't know how relationship work. He rolls with his usual thing. And it's okay for friendships yeah (although also depends on what kind of friend you have), but the shared future thing nah-ah. With Sousuke and Makoto it's more on the surface, literally like "well, it seems like you know what you want and you're going for what you want, so everything is great", bc it won't drastically affect their lives, bc they don't have any planned future together. Once again you can go to your friend and be like "you know I decided to take this new job, it's in another country tho, so we won't see each other for a while", it might be a bit sad, but thats normal, but you can't go to your boyfiend for example and be like "you know, I decided I'm gonna take this new job, it's in another country tho, so we won't see each other for a while", thats okay only if you don't want to be together anymore, you know. If you are planning a life with someone, then you already can't make decisions without talking it out with the one you're planning your life with.

Now as for why even for recieving facts, we're always the last one (the joke on 4:20 is not a joke really haha). It was also shown, its bc when it comes to others it doesn't matter how he delivers the info, but since its Haru and they have their own thing, it does. You know from s3 that Haru was the one he wanted to go first, he just thinks he won't be welcome I guess, so he prefer to talk to air instead as u saw. He also keep thinking about what's the best way to do it. And here we come to the worst part of this circus. He can for months not talk to us and think and play in his head those epic scenerious of how their reunions and talks will get once he gets there and talk to himself, but at the end, the way he finally does it is just in the worst way you can possibly imagine. Like literally the worst thing you can do it.. thats his pick at the end. Like seeing his afterwards reactions throughout the seasons, you can obviously tell that he really just short-circuits, he himself knows that he fucks it up all the time, but like... I sometimes just go facepalm, bc I do not understand how he does this honestly.

I just think Haru's communication problems are less... difficult, I guess. Firstly, as the creators said already, Rin affects him in this way, when he becomes the only one Haru can be honest with about his feelings and with whom he allows it all to resurface, even if its in a not so pretty way. Like even when he's mad, you still know what he's saying. Secondly, he in general when it comes to their mutual future, after Australia shares with him about his swimming problems alright. Like in 3x10 as soon as he arrived he easily and calmly told him everything about how bad he felt about Albert and what was the problem. He also didn't run away after he didn't qulify in 3x12, he stayed and waited for Rin to come to them, then they talked about it and he yelled his frustratons at the sea. Like Haru hides his feelings for Rin from Rin, but he doesn't isolate him anymore when it comes to their future problems bc it'd be unfair to them both.

It's like you see, for both their personal feelings affect their swimming, but for Haru its like he long time ago accpted that this idiot is a part of his life and that's fine. Rin on the other hand in s1 still struggled hella lot about this fact, bc once again he's legit canonically scared about it. There's a chapter even connected to 1x05, when he goes panic mode about how much Haru bounded him. He's like "omg I must be going insane, bc I'm getting obsessed, I want him near all the time".

And that's one of the things that I find extremely sad about the fight. Bc if you saw the part about Rin's decision, Rin finally gave up on fighting it and was like "yeah, I want to be with him more than other things and thats okay", but bc of the misunderstanding ironically it was the moment Haru finally decided that he can't handle it anymore and got rid of the feels.

And another sad part about Rin's communication is that if when it comes to his problems he can't and won't talk for shit, then when it comes to Haru's problems he like in the first Australia trip can and will say everything to make him feel better, doesn't matter what. So my point here is like.. if for example during the last fight Haru voiced it as "I'm tired of constantly missing you" or "I can't handle it anymore, it hurts me too much when you leave", it could've ended differently, but since it was said in a way that is Rin's life problem of being like that, that caused the whole uproar. Not just because he was scared of diving in, but also because it's hard to find an excuse for that, since he never forgave himself in the first place.

So, my point is... Rin in my opinion is probably the worst when it comes to communication. But I don't think that he does things out of nowhere and to me it doesn't seems odd considering his childhood. It's just the way he used to do things, thats all.

And it's not like he regressed like ppl say bc of s2, s2 was about Haru, that he can handle, but his problems, he never talks about them really and it never progressed. I literally don't remember any moment when he talked to anyone about his struggles at the moment, in 2x12 in bed he talked to Haru about what happened years ago, but then again its already postpone.

In terms of handling everything, he's tremendously progresed, I mean look at the way he reacted this time "yeah, I'm a bit upset that I lost this time, but it no longer the same as back then, I can balance it out, I don't feel like a loser no more, its all okay, bc right now he's gonna be with me". Sweet, great, freaking adore it, Rin, baby, but fuck, pls learn to talk to your future husband.

[manikas-whims]

okay your Green Arrow X Kanej AU is amazing. I absolutely love the idea of Inej being the hooded vigilante and Kaz as her hacker partner

but if not fic, can you at least write some headcanons, I'm dying!!! Arrow was my shit back in 2014!

Okay! So here we go..

since I'm writing proper headcanons, I'll change Inej's vigilante name from Green Arrow to "Wraith" and make other plot changes as i feel like..:)

Tagging @kanejweek

under Day 4: Corrupted Ambition

Inspired by this moodboard

Kanej Vigilante AU Headcanons

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• It all started when 19 yo Inej Ghafa was out on a cruise with her parents after a big success in the business workings of the Ghafa Industries

• On around the 3rd day of cruise, due to a heavy storm, a shipwreck occurs

• Inej gets separated in the chaos and wakes up one morning to find herself ashore an unknown island.

• For days she wanders, having lived a life of luxury and love under the care of her parents, she believes she won't survive long.

Then several days later, when she's on the brink of passing out, a strange man finds her. He takes her to his hideout and offers her potable water (unlike the sea water on the shores) and also some fruits from the island.

At first she's cautious and keeps her distance but slowly comes to trust this man.

• The man trains her in survival skills and to her surprise, even teaches her some combat skills. She doesn't know which one cause she's unfamiliar with martial arts.

Finally the man teaches her using his makeshift weapons. And she finds she really enjoys using knives 🔪 and bow & arrows 🏹

﹏ time skip: 5 years later ﹏

• Inej is praying before the grave of the strange man who is now dead (due to mysterious reasons).

• She sees an airplane passing over the island. She burns a big stack of dead leaves & animal dung.

The plane spots the fire and then helps her get back. Someone on the plane recognizes her as the young heiress to the Ghafa Industries.

• Turns out she is the only one who was lucky enough to survive. There were no bodies discovered of her parents after the shipwreck.

• She is sent back to her home to live with her immediate aunt (from her father's side) and it takes her a few weeks to adjust.

• Meanwhile the news about her return is all over media. But her aunt protects her from any interviews.

• A Return Party is held for her where she reunites with her college bestfriend Nina Zenik.

• There's lots of hugs and crying and catching up to do. Nina has become well-known Fashion Designer.

• Ghafa Industries is currently being run by her father's former business partner Per Haskell.

Haskell doesn't hand over any authority to her as he believes a girl who'd been assumed dead for 5 years, isn't in the right state of mind to run a company.

But Inej doesn't trust Haskell at all. In fact, the more she encounters him, the more she begins to think the whole shipwreck was a planned thing to eradicate her family and gain ownership of Ghafa Industries.

• She decides to snoop around a bit into her parents' mansion and also at Haskell's home. And with the skills she's acquired under training from that man from the island, its pretty easy for her to scale walls and disappear like a ghost.

• She finds an old diary with her father's initials on it and takes it back home.

• The entire diary is full of a long list of names of people from other famous corporations. And she has no idea what this means.

• So left at a dead end and kinda bummed, she has no idea where to look or what should be her next step.

Thats when Nina Zenik pops up!

• Nina drops by at night and after some drinks and a batch of waffles, Inej ends up telling her (only vaguely) that she needs help figuring out some information because she doesn't trust Haskell.

• Nina nods and begins ranting about how shady Haskell seems.

Then Nina looks around as if to check no one is listening, and whispers, "You should totally see Dirtyhands."

"Who's Dirtyhands?" Inej is confused.

"He's a well-known hacker, a thief of secrets! I took his help a year ago to spy on my ex. That's how I discovered she was cheating!"

Inej rolls her eyes. "Are you sure this guy can actually help me?"

"There's no harm trying." Nina shrugs and picks up her phone.

Inej's phone buzzes the message tone as Nina sends her a name and address.

Inej eyes widen a little. "You can't be serious."

"I am." Nina winks. "He just likes to keep a low-profile by working at company's with a good reputation."

﹏ next morning ﹏

• Inej is still unsure because the details Nina had sent her last night belonged to an employee of the Ghafa Industries itself.

• She takes a breath and walks into the building that her parents had worked hard on from scratch.

• The receptionist immediately recognizes her and says, "Let me call your Uncle Mr. Haskell-"

"No need to disturb him." Inej says hurriedly and instead asks about the person Nina had sent her to see.

• With the details, Inej steps into the lift and stops on the 6th Floor: IT Section

• She searches around a bit and finally finds his room.

• She walks in and a guy clad in a casual black button-up and pants instantly turns around at the noise.

• "Umm..Kaz Brekker?" Inej begins. "I'm—"

"Inej Ghafa." the guy says curtly, his voice a brush of stone against stone. "That rich girl who has come back from the dead. Everyone knows who you are!"

Inej nods tensely. "Okay I need your help."

"Did Haskell send you here?"

"No, I don't need permission from Uncle Haskell to see anyone from my parents company!" she answers in frustration.

"In that case, there should'nt be any issues if I just call up your Uncle and ask him before helping y—"

"Dirtyhands!" she yells quickly and now he tenses.

His calm demeanor changes and he narrows his eyes on her. "How do you know that alias?"

"I have my sources." She answers as coolly as she can.

• Kaz Brekker looks around in thought for a moment. "Okay I'll help you but what do I get in return?"

"Anything within my reach." She says in annoyance.

"Anything?" He asks with raised brows, mischief glimmering in his coffee brown eyes.

Inej feels as if she's getting pulled into some kind of trap but agrees with a nod in the end.

"The deal is the deal." He says, bringing out his palm to her. They shake hands.

• Inej pulls out her father's diary from her jacket and gives him the first name from the long list. "Look up this guy and find everything on him. Even the darkest details."

Kaz gives her a suspicious look. "You're upto something bad."

"Just do as I say, we made a deal!"

He sighs but begins searching up, glancing occasionally at the door to make sure no one else walks in.

• Within two minutes he's done.

"Your guy is loaded like you." He comments, then adds in a quite voice. "He's also involved in illegal sales of weapons around the city."

• Inej just nods. "Thank you. What do you want in return?"

Kaz leans back in his chair and shrugs. "I'll think about it and tell you."

She nods again and motions to leave.

"What if I disclose our conversation to someone?" He asks just as she's at the door.

She turns, her grin threatening. "Then I'll just disclose the famous hacker Dirtyhands' identity."

His lips curve down in silent defeat. She leaves.

*thats all for now! Since it was getting too long. Let me know anon if you want a continuation of how Inej's first task as the vigilante Wraith ensues..And how Kaz gets tangled in it 😉

SoC Masterlist

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@saigasa​ asked... hi again hh,, i rly enjoyed the hcs you gave me weeks back!! so i'm requesting more aha.... istp-5w6 aquarius often compared to xiao, and perpetually enthralled by albedo. it would be stunningly accurate to compare me/my life to jughead from riverdale and im kinda curious as to how albedo would like, interpret that,,.... i can make sure things run well around me but i think rly lowly of myself, and i'm a pessimistic realist. thats all i rly have space for so ty again in advance aa

> albedo appreciates efficiency and therefore your capability to get things done without fuss. it allows him to spend time with you (like he wants) without making him feel like he’s procrastinating (he’s itching to experiment...). 

> he’s frustrated that you think lowly of yourself (because he only sees the good in you), and he isn’t the overly reassuring type, but he will go out of his way to indirectly praise/comfort you. self deprecation is sabotaged by him; he’ll remind you of your recent accomplishments, assign important tasks to you because he believes in you, etc. 

> when alone, albedo struggles with thinking negatively (spiraling thoughts of whether he’ll ever see his master again, be corrupted like durin, etc.). however, with you, he’s forced to look on the brighter side of situations as to not drown in pessimism. you indirectly help him have more hope. 

> albedo has to kick you out of the room when he reads klee bedtime stories because he’s afraid you’ll point out everything unrealistic in them. reason being he’s walked in on you and klee arguing over whether dodoco is alive or not. 

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Self Indulgent Shigaraki Nonsense Part 2!

Tomura Shigaraki x pregnant!reader headcannons

Lmao I'm obsessed with this idea, I'm having so much fun with it. I love it, and I hope you guys like it too!

Warnings: Pregnancy and pregnancy related issues.

(I couldn't find the original artist for this, but just know that someone out there is a very talented artist lol)

After the initial reaction,

Shigaraki doesn't want to take you back home to the others. He doesn't want anyone to know.

He still wants you to get an abortion. It makes you feel, unwanted. The more he mentions it, the more it hurts you.

You knew he wouldn't be happy or excited about this, but neither were you. This just, hurt.

He stayed with you a few more nights in the hotel. He didn't want to leave your side, apart of him was afraid you'd still run. That you'd choose the baby over him. The other part, wanted desperately to protect you. To keep you safe and to him, an abortion would.

It would leave you free and untethered to him. He knew, objectivley, you shouldn't be with him. And he knew that if you ever needed to, in order to keep yourself safe, he would understand. But the idea of losing you made him unreasonably upset. What felt like sadness would soon turn to rage. He just, didn't want to lose you. He thought it was selfish of him to think that way, but he couldn't help it. It tore him apart from the inside out.

The years of having you around made him emotionally dependent. You cared for him in ways no one else had. He stayed up at night wondering where you had been his entire life. You felt like a missing piece of a puzzle.

He layed with you in bed one night, unable to sleep. He watched your sleeping form, the way your chest heaved up and down with every breath. His eyes ran over your body as a few fingers pulled away the covers. He eyed your belly. He felt his stomach turn as he thought about it all.

There was already so much he didn't know. He didn't really even understand how you knew you were pregnant or what stage you were at. What would a baby like his look like? Visions of a horrible monster came to mind. No matter what, it was no good. He had to convince you to get rid of it before it was too late. Before it tore you apart.

The basis for his fears were unknown, even to him. He knew thats not how things really worked, he knew his fears seemed ridiculous to you, but still. He felt guilty. He felt a sense of dread as he thought about it. It took two after all. He felt like he had condemned you. He like he had wronged or hurt you.

"This love, loves the trouble." He remembered you saying. He thought you were being foolish, blinded by your feelings to see realisticly. How could you not see? You were doomed. If the monster inside you wouldn't kill you, then it would tie you to him for forever. It'd be born into a world he hadn't solved yet, even if it could help him, it wasn't a tool. If you ever needed to leave, go off and be safe somewhere else, you couldn't. It would always tie you to him. It made him feel sick. You would never have the freedom he wanted for you.

You stirred in your sleep, your eyes slowly coming open before you turned to look up at him. He looked down at you, warm tears falling down an emotionless face. He was so lost in thought, he didn't realize he was crying.

"Uh, Tomura? Whats wrong? You're crying." You sat up and started to wipe the tears away from his cheeks before he wrenched himself from your grasp. He sat on the side of the bed, hunched over, before he got up to use the bathroom.

You sat there in wonder as you laid back down. He was no doubt thinking about the baby again. Baby. The word seemed foreign to even think about. A baby. Lost in thought, Shigaraki came back into the room. The light from the bathroom masking his silhouette in the door frame.

"You have to get rid of it." He mumbled.

"We've been over this before, I'm fine. Nothing bad is going to happen. Women have babies all the time, I promise-"

"No...you don't understand. You can't do this to yourself." He shuffled forward to the bed.

"What?"

"Think about it this way, you'll be rendered useless to the league. You and I were dangerous enough, but now,"

"Well damn, I didn't realize I'm such a fucking burden."

"THAT'S NOT-" He bit his tongue. Yelling at you or showing his anger never solved anything, it only made things worse. "You're not a burden. You're in danger. As a villian you run so many risks but the moment you got busy with me, you made yourself vulnerable. You made me, vulnerable. Adding a third into this, makes not only us more vulnerable but them as well. If the heroes knew we were involved with one another the way we are, they'd take advantage. They'd threaten you, they'd kill you if they got the chance."

"Then we won't give them that chance." You uttered. He balled his fists and turned away, holding his head down.

"It's not that simple. You don't understand."

"I understand just fine, Tomura. You don't think I haven't thought about all the ways this could go wrong? Tomura, you're all I have. You are my family regardless of a third party, you're my best friend and I love you with everything I am."

"This isn't about me. I can't promise you anything, I can barley keep you safe now. If you choose this, I can't do anything for you. I can't promise your safety or comfort. And especially not happiness." You crawled along the bed in a hurry before reaching out to grab ahold of his wrists. He froze.

"You make me happy." You told him. When he didn't move you spoke again. "You make me happy. All I want is you, all I want is to love you and be loved by you. I'm not asking for safety or comfort, I lost those a long time ago. I'm just asking for you." He stayed silent for a while, not moving or saying a word. The only sound in the room being his heavy breathing. "Tomura?"

"I feel torn." He rasped.

"Torn between what? Your war and me? You don't have to choose."

"No. Not that." He pulled his hand away from your grasp. "You would still choose me, choose me to be a father. Knowing what you know." You pasued and thought for a moment. He watched you.

"I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't mean to put you in such a difficult position. But I know you. I know how kind you can be. I know you're whole goal is to create a better world for people, to free humanity. I know the pain you struggle with and the issues you face. But there is no other soul I'd choose over you."

"You're so foolish." He sighed, crumbling as he sat down on the bed. You wrapped an arm around his shoulders and rested your forehead against the side of his. "How could a woman so smart, be so ridiculous?" He rested a palm on your knee.

"Love does that sometimes, doesn't it?" You spoke softly.

"It does. It makes me a fool." He turned his head to press his forehead against yours in a sweet gesture.

"For the record, I think you'd make a fine parent." He scoffed at you.

"I doubt I will." Will. Will? The word echoed in your mind.

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see." You said with a smile. Tomura leaned in and gave you a soft kiss. You leaned into it and took deep breaths as you ran your hands over his chest. He rested his palm over your hand placed on his knee.

"This isn't a game yknow. We don't get second chances here." He warned, squeezes your hand.

"I know."

"Its still early isn't it? You still have time to rethink." He told you, slowly turning and pulling you in to hold you tightly.

"I guess..." you trailed off.

"Just...if anything goes wrong...if anything happens to you..."

"I'll be fine." You reassured.

"You can't know that. How am I going to keep you safe?" He muttered to himself, tucking his face into your shoulder.

"I'll be more careful, I promise. And I'll stay away from dangerous missions, and I'll stay away from heroes from now on, alright?" You told him, rubbing your hands up and down his back.

"Just....think it over...please..." He begged.

"Alright...I'll think it over..." You made no promises. With that, Shigaraki agreed to bring you home. Not saying a word to anyone about your whereabouts. Toga asked you privately about your absence, mostly to confirm that you were alright. You brushed it off, saying it was a private mission or something like that.

Toga knew more than the rest. She asked more questions, knew more details. She knew the true extent of your relationship. Being a close friend of yours, she was trusted with more information than most. Others were lucky if Shigaraki even answered questions about your relationship, declaring it was none of their buisness and to leave him alone.

You didn't tell Toga, you couldn't. It wouldn't matter if she knew or not and getting someone else mixed up in your buisness was a bad idea. Life went back to normal, you went about your buisness as usual, but soon symptoms started to become more of a hazard as the weeks passed. Certain smells like cigarette smoke and eggs would make you violently ill. Nausea and fatigue haunting you throughout the day. You'd wake up feeling sore and groggy, unable to shake the feeling. It bothered Tomura.

He'd watch you raise from the bed and shuffle off to the bathroom with a deep stare. Observing you with a dark gaze. For the most part, he kept his opinions to himself. He knew there was little he could do. His only hope was that you would see "reason". If this is how you felt now, imagine your suffering later. The more pain and frustration you experienced, the more Tomura's heart ached. He felt responsible for your pain. Unable to shake the idea that he did this to you.

"Have you given it anymore thought?" He asked you. Entirely out of the blew, and while you were trying to relax no less. You laid on the floor, pillows piled underneath your head as you browsed your phone. Your feet propped up in his lap as he played a game on the Tv. You peered out from behind your phone screen.

"I have."

"And?" He didn't change his position or attitude.

"And what?" You looked back to your screen.

"Isn't the cut off date coming up soon?"

"Sure is."

"You have to make up your mind soon." You paused and thought for a moment. You watched him play.

"I have."

"Well?"

"I still want this." You told him. He paused his game and froze.

"I don't understand..."

"Pardon?"

"I dont understand!" He shouted. His anger directed out to the Tv instead of you. He dropped the controller and let his hands hang limp as he propped his elbows on your shins. "I don't understand... Taking so many risks... because of me."

"Well, we're villians. Isn't taking risks what lifes all about?"

"I...I'm sorry..." his shoulder began to bounce. His head hanging low while he balled his fists. You sat up, realizing he had started to cry. You placed firm hands on his back to rub and comfort him. He cried, his hands coming up to cover his face and wipe away his tears. "This is all my fault..." He squeaked.

"Tomura, sweety, it's okay." You held continued to rub slow soothing circles over his back. The other on his knee in an attempt to ground him.

"I don't understand...why...why you want this...I don't get it...it makes no sense!" He sobbed. "Why, WHY!?" He clung to you, reaching out to dig his gloved fingers into your sweater in an attempt to keep you close. You held him tight, running gentle fingers through his hair. You let him cry a little longer before answering.

"You know how they say 'love makes you do crazy things?'" You started.

"That's not a reason!" He argued.

"Well, sure, but...it's true isn't it. I mean, our relationship is evidence enough, right? But besides that, when I found out, I was scared too. I'm still scared. But the more I think about it, the more I want it. It makes me smile to think about. I get butterflies and its all I can think of. It's like, I'm falling in love with you all over again." He looked up from his place tucked away in your chest. His eyes red and tired from his crying.

"But why me?" He groaned, "you could have this with anyone you wanted. Why me?"

"Because I don't want anyone else," you squeezed him tight with a smile, "I want you." You planted gentle kisses on his tear riddled cheeks. He let out a soft sigh before pulling you in to give you a proper embrace. He tucked his face in your neck and took deep breaths, as if to savor the feeling of you so close.

"I'm still sorry," he grumbled, "I got you into this mess."

"Hey, it took two, right? Besides, I don't know about you, but I had fun." You squeezed his thigh, trying to lighten the mood. He squirmed in response.

"Not funny."

"What? For sex that good, I'd let you get me pregnant all over again." You chuckled in his ear. He squirmed again, his grip on you tightening.

"Don't say things like that." He scolded half-heartedly. His voice soft, he was embarrassed. You always knew how to get under his skin. Somehow, the way you did it, Tomura found it endearing. It felt fun and lightheaded the way you teased him. When you first did it, he tried to ignore it, he found you annoying and rude. But as time past, and he found your pestering of your fellow teammates pretty funny, he grew to enjoy your witty banter.

He slowly started to run kisses along your neck. He never really understood what you saw in him. Initially, he thought you wanting to be so close with him was an attempt to gain more power. But there was no evidence to support that, you just genuinely enjoyed his company. He found that bizarre. Tomura was well aware he had a bad attitude and was generally a pain in the ass to deal with.

But you got to him. When you were gone, he missed you. When you made a joke or teased, he laughed. When you were close, he felt warm and comfortable. More comfortable with you than without you. He grew way too attached for his liking. Especially now, he cursed himself for loving you. He called himself selfish and reckless and stupid. He beat himself up for it.

Regardless, if this is what you wanted, he would make this happen for you. But as the deadline came and went, he grew more and more paranoid. If the Heroes got ahold of you, it was game over.

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Where To? || Kaminari x Reader

Summary: Denki Kaminari has been working with the League of Villains for the school year. He's been putting up a front and fake personality to keep his secret safe. However, the one thing he didn't count on was you. In the end, Kaminari has been found in a pond, one hand from Shigaraki in his clutches.  The twist on this world? Like a popular tik tok trend, when you die, someone you have hurt the most comes to decide if you go to heaven, or hell. And you are his judge.

Warnings: Death

Authors Note: I honestly started this at like 3AM one night and now here I am 😳 Anyways, I hope you guys like it sorry for the angst that comes with it

Tags: @ijustwannachangemyuser @bluewritesmha @that-lowkey-weeb @pinkcowgirleggpanda  

One moment ago, you had been sitting in class, with the rest of 1A as they grieved together over the loss of Denki Kaminari.

Two moments ago, Aizawa was explaining how he had just received a call that Denki had been found, alone in a lake,  his quirk the ultimate cause. But one other important piece of evidence with him, a hand from Tomura Shigaraki.

Three moments ago, he had been explaining about Kaminari being the traitor of UA,  working closely with the League of Villains.

But now, you were standing across Kaminari in the same pond that he had been found in, an electrical current dying out as his cries stopped, his eyes finding yours.

"(Y/n)?" His voice was hoarse, eyes red and puffy. 

You looked around, fog rolling in around your legs, though you couldn't feel the water that looked to surround you, nor the fog.

"So...the rumors are true...I didn't think that'd I'd have to decide anyones fate so soon but…" 

"Wait...does that mean.." he started, but the words fell short, his amber eyes looking around once more. 

"You've died…"

"Then that means, " he turned in a circle, shaking his head quickly, "He...he got away!" 

You stepped closer to him, in response, he stepped away, "No! (Y/n) you have to be quick, decide my fate! Warn Aizawa Sensei that the league is on their way!"

"But...I need time…" you pulled back, hand falling to your side. 

"Just choose hell and be on your way! Please!" He pleaded with you, still leaving an open space between the two of you. 

You stared at him incredulously, "Kaminari...thats...I'd be damning you!" 

"Maybe I deserve it!" He yelled, his frustration and hate taking over as he kicked his foot, creating a wave of water that didn't touch you.

"All I ever did was pretend to be an idiot and betray everyone around me! And now you're here, and I have hurt you one more time!" His hands shook as he held them up, staring at them as they flickered with electricity.

"I sold everyone out each time. He asked me questions and without fail I gave them to him." 

You shook your head, "Come on...there had to have been a reason! Tell me that he was pressuring you or that he had some way of manipulating you!" 

His hands slowly turned to fists as he dropped them to his sides, "You don't get it! I faked everything!  I pretended about everything! I made friends in order to keep my cover safe! I even.. I even started to date you to keep my cover safe! So just hurry up and choose hell and go be a hero!" 

You stood quietly, his words like knives digging into your heart, creating chasms of heartache. Hot tears filled your eyes, you could barely wipe them away in time for them to be replaced with new ones, "That's..that's not true! Don't say it!" 

"(Y/n)!"

"No! Stop it! I won't believe it! I'm the one who gets to make the decision! Don't try to lie to me, I know what I felt and who I was with! You aren't like that!" 

At once, everything grew silent, neither of you saying a word more. 

Instead, you were reflecting. 

"(Y/L/N) was it? Im Denki, Denki Kaminari! Hero name Chargebolt ! Aizawa seated you next to me, so that means we're going to be good friends, maybe more if you catch my drift," 

You turned to the guy in the seat next to yours, immediately smiling and shaking your head, "Pfft wow! Are you trying to make a move on me already! I just transferred into the class literal minutes ago!"

"Hey what can I say, if I don't do it now, then the others might beat me to it," he flashed a wink your way, earning another chuckle from you. 

"Well, it's nice to meet you Kaminari, hopefully you help keep this class interesting," you held your hand out to him, watching as he shook it. 

"Sooo does this mean I've been friend zoned?" 

You didn't answer, only leaving him to guess as to what your answer was. 

"You...you were the first to welcome me into the class...even if you did hit on me right away. " You smiled softly, that memory of him had always been oddly charming to you.

"Because I had to keep my persona up," 

"You walked me to my next class, and any that we shared. You helped me befriend Mina, Sero, Kirishima, Jirou and even Bakugo…" 

"I already told you! I had to make sure no one questioned me or my actions!" 

"The second day that I had been in that class, at lunch, I had forgotten mine...so you gave me half of yours…and told me that if it happened again, you'd share any day," 

He didn't say anything for a moment, smiling before he did say something, "Sero called me a simp…" 

That day still felt so familiar to you….

"Oh no…." You looked around the table, seeing that the others, who's names you were still trying to learn, had all brought their lunches.

"What is it (Y/L/N)?" Came the pink haired girl, who's bubblegum skin matched in such a pretty shade. She looked so concerned for you, even if she didn't know you all that well.

You let out a sheepish laugh, "Ahh I forgot my lunch…this morning I was in a rush…" 

"Hey! Have some of mine!" Kaminari grinned, pushing his towards you, "We can split it!" 

You turned to him, mouth open a little as you were caught off guard, "Wait really??" 

"Yeah! And if it happens again, I'll share my lunch again! You can count on me,"

From across the table, the black haired boy, who had a contagious smile, coughed loudly, or cleared his throat, you weren't fully sure

After that, lunch had went by so smoothly, as if you had been friends with them for years. 

"And later that day, you even gave me your number! " he sat down, the pond water now going up to his stomach. Though, like you, he couldn't feel it. Whatever cold that seeped its way into his body, was long gone. 

You nodded, following suit and taking a seat, though you didn't look at the water too much, it was cloudy and murky, something you hated about lakes and ponds, "Yeah, and you sent me memes, even in class!" 

"Well, I wanted to see you smile…" 

"I know…" 

But perhaps the memory you would hold dearest to you, was one that he had tried so hard to block out as he worked with the League. 

The UA Winter Formal...just a few months after you had transferred into UA. The crew in charge of decorations had outdone themselves.

What was once the cafeteria, was now a room beautifully lit by fairy lights and pale blue lanterns. There were silky streamers hung across the room, catching the reflection of the lights off of them.  At the front, Present Mic was behind a dj booth, a line of students waiting to ask for a song to queued.

You walked further in, trying to spot anyone you knew.

Currently, you were dressed in a very light shade of yellow, so delicately pale that in this lighting, it would be mistaken for white. 

"(Y/n)! Over here!" Came the call from Kirishima, waving you over.

"Kiri! You look so manly! And Bakugo, I didn't think you'd actually show up!" You grinned as you walked up, earning a 'thanks' from Kiri and a scowl from Bakugo.

For the next few moments, you exchanged compliments with Mina and Jirou, and then joked with Sero. 

But when that all came to an usual stop, you realized what was missing, well..who was missing.

 "Where's Kami?" You asked, having to raise your voice slightly over the music. 

Bakugo turned to you, thinking back for a moment, "Dunce face said something about feeling claustrophobic or whatever, he said he'd be in the hall? I'm surprised you didn't see him on your way in," 

You nodded slowly, humming in return, "ah thanks," You left after that, making your way around the groups of people, waving as you could hear your name from some friends. 

As you reached the entrance once again, you looked up and down the hall, spotting him a ways away by a window, wearing black slacks, a white undershirt and black suspenders, his blazer hanging off his arm loosely, he had a tie on, a darker shade of red. 

"Kaminari! Hey!" You called, making your way over until you stood a foot away, "Why are you all the way out here?" 

"It was hot and stuffy in there, I needed some fresh air...and I was waiting to see if I could spot someone on their way in," 

Again Kaminari flashed a dazzling smile at you. And suddenly, your breath hitched in your throat, cheeks heating up.

Your stomach filled with dainty butterflies and you're pretty sure your heart stopped beating. 

What was going on?? Were you...crushing? But there's no way….

Sure Kaminari tended to flirt with you, and you always laughed at his jokes and smiled at him whenever he smiled at you.

And sure, sometimes when he handed you something your hand would brush his and you'd think about it for a few moments .

 And then there was that time when you were paired up in hero training, and you almost fell off a building in the city area, and then he pulled you back and basically hugged you because you were scared and then later on that was all you could think of.

...okay yeah you were definitely crushing but why did it have to act up now ?!

"Uhh…(Y/n)??? Earth to (Y/n)?"

 You blinked, looking back to Kaminari, who was now fully facing you instead of the window, "Sorry! I uh, spaced out there…"

"It's okay! I'm used to seeing you space off,  you do it often," Denki laughed, only furthering the complicated feelings you were having.

"I don't do it too often…" you gave a small smile, knowing full and well that you ventured into wonderland quite often.

 "Hey, (Y/n)...do you want to dance by any chance? Right here? I can still kind of hear the music," 

You gave a startled look, eyes wide as you took in what he said, but you quickly changed to a smile, "Yes! I'd love that!"

At your approval, Denki gently wrapped his arms around your waist,  pulling you closer to him, almost stealing away all the air from your lungs.

 You looked up to him, your hands moving up to circle around his neck loosely.

God he was so pretty. Even just the light that streamed in from the window seemed to make his eyes sparkle with their golden color.

 "What are you doing?" He murmured, gazing back into your own eyes, an amused smile played out onto his face.

You shook your head quickly, looking down and away, words caught in your throat.

 "(Y/n)...look at me," 

A hand moved away from your hip, gentle fingers cupping your face as he turned you to look at him. 

You weren't sure how it happened...but in a fleeting moment, he had kissed you. At this point, you weren't sure if the tingles running throughout your body were caused by you, or him. 

He pulled away for a breath with a smile, and you pulled him back for another kiss, an overwhelming feeling of happiness washing over you. 

After that, you both had left from the dance, and enjoyed the rest of the night together, watching movies and playing video games. It was the beginning of your relationship. 

"Denki.. whatever the reason for this...I know you aren't a villain. You're Denki Kaminari, the student who offered me lunch on my second day. You're the student who saw a general education kid crying and joked with them to make them feel better!" 

"(Y/n)..." 

"And you're the one who I..who I love okay? So stop trying to make me hate you! " 

His eyes went wide, filling with more tears. You rushed to him through the mucky water, grasping him. You clutched at his clothes starting to cry with him.

"I love you so much and I'll always love you, I swear!" You buried your head into his neck, feeling him hold onto you just as tightly as you were holding onto him. 

"(Y/n) I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry. I want more time with you, I want to spend life with you. Im sorry fuck..I love you so much. You're the reason I'm even here! Shigaraki was planning on attacking the school and he threatened you and I panicked and I tried to shock him and..and...the water here...I wasn't thinking," he started to work himself into a panic.

You stroked his hair, shushing him gently until you both calmed down enough.  

Finally, he looked to you, amber eyes red and puffy just as you had found him, and asked with a sad smile, "So...where to?" 

You shook your head, tears still falling as you kissed his forehead, the water and the area around you falling away, "I think we both know.."

[i-am-ironic]

Daminette betrothed au part 3

So I had to change the name of the au because it wasn't posting properly. I hope it works this time. Anyway I'm going to try and link the first part we sall see how that goes

So let's continue were we left off!

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Marinette wasn't a cryer,(is that even a word, I don't know) she didn't cry because of Hawkboi. he had ruined her emotional well-being. Even after years of therapy she still had trouble with expressing negative emotions.

But this, this was something different. She hadn't seen damian in three years, there were many emotions she had repressed, because she was ladybug, for her parents and eventually for her child, that now that she was crying she could bring herself to stop.

Luka was taking care of the baby, well not really a baby anymore. He had been in her life for almost two and a half years now. So now that she didn't have to be strong for Paris, for her parents, or even for her son, she felt like she could finally feel again. The pent up fear, anger, frustration, and sadness, all pouring out on damian's shoulder.

She cried for what seemed like forever but she knew damian was crying too, he was just better at hiding it. The worst part was all the memories of right after she received the news she was pregnant.

Talia was careful. She had kept marinette inside and monitored her almost constantly. But one day she slipped up. It was about two months after seeing damian for the last time. She was four months pregnant at that point. She ducked into a side room then out a window as soon as she hit the ground she ran. She ran until she reached a town, from there she got a ride. She found out she was in Katmandu, Nepal. She hitched rides and snuck across borders until she got back to France. From there she just walked to a police station and told them she had been missing for 8 months, after that they just confirmed her identity and made a plan to get her back to Paris and her family.

The police tried to get her to tell them what had happened. She refused. But when they offered a doctor to come and look her over she gladly expected. She wasn't sure if the baby would be okay after the month long journey back to France.

When the doctor looked her over at first she didn't notice anything strange. Just a normal 17 year old who had some cuts and bruises from a long journey probably in the wilderness. But then she asked the girl if she would take off her jacket so she could listen to her lungs. That was when Dr. Jones noticed the swelling around her abdomen. Mari put a hand protectively around her belly and stared at the doctor. Neither of them said anything for a second.

Then the girl said, "I know what it looks like but.... I just want you to know that I'm financially stable and can take care of this baby even if my parents kick me out."

"Oh you poor child." Replied dr. Jones. "Can I hug you marinette?"

She smiled and reached forward nodding her head.

As it turned out her parents didn't even think about kicking her out. When they saw her again they both hugged her as tight as they could but marinette pulled back they both looked at her questingly before the police chief called them over to talk to them. He explained that marinette wouldn't talk to them but that the doctor they had sent to check up on her had given them a file. The police were to give her parents the file and not to open it themselves.

When marinette's parents led her inside their house they sat her down and explained that they had been given a file by the police and they wanted to know if she would tell them want was wrong or if they would have to look in the file to find out. She replied that the file probably was her physical condition. All the scrapes and bruises she had, and the fact she was pregnant.

Her parents were nothing but supportive. They helped her decorate the nursery even though she didn't tell them what happened. she did explain that she was kidnapped and she had fallen in love with one of the other captives. Eventually she would tell them the whole story but at that moment she had a baby to prepare for.

Even though she didn't go to school and did everything on line, her old class still started nasty rumors about her and called her some very rude names. All courtesy of Lyla. Lyla had told the class all about how marinette had only left for attention, and that it was just horrible how she was making the police look for her when she was just sitting up in her room. Then, when marinette was found in the outskirts of France Lyla point out how she had taken a train all the way there just to make a dramatic appearance.

Then when they found out marinette was pregnant, oh boi did $#*! Hit the fan. Lyla told the class about how marinette had gotten bored in her room and had probably seduced some poor musician and ended up pregnant. When Juleka said lyla shouldn't say such bad things about musicians because her brother, Luka, was one, lyla simply replied that maybe Juleke would be an Aunt. And with how Luka was so protective of marinette it wasn't a stretch to say that maybe the baby was his.

Marinette didn't have a lot of people to confide in so when Luka and Kagmai stayed with her through the pregnancy and didn't believe what lyla was saying, she told them the truth. She was ladybug and had been kidnapped by the league of assassins and married to their prince. The two of them had eventually fallen in love and she was planning on finding him after their baby was born and telling him about the said baby. They believed her. she had no reason to lie about this and when she gave the mantle of ladybug to Kagmai, temporarily, they knew for sure she was telling the truth.

But even with everything lyla had said she didn't react. She was calm and kind. She Bottled everything up until now when everything, the pain of losing daimen, the anger her old classmates caused, the fear of having to be a single mother, and the sadness of losing everyone she loved, it all came out as she cried on damian's shoulder.

His father was still sitting behind his desk, watching. After she stopped crying and she was finally able to talk damian asked her one question, "how?" She explained she had escaped his mother and traveled all the way back to France. She did not however tell him about their son. Not yet. She stepped out to the bathroom to fix her appearance and while she was there she made a call.

"Luka, hey."

"Marinette, were you able to get damian to come to the office?"

"Yeah i was, I think it's time for him to meet his son."

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Ok so thats the next chapter. Tell me what you think. in the next one damian and his dad meet his son, that should go well, I say sarcastically. Anyway after that I'm thinking the boys have to meet marinette. I may have to split that up into two parts one for damian to meet the kid and the other for his brothers to meet him. We shall see but the next part should be up ether later today or tomorrow morning, I have to write it now so bye.

@thestressmademedoit

@abrx2002 thanks for helping with some of the ideas for this chapter and for the name of marinette's son!

[tastyykpop]

𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

•pairings: enemy, barista and student!jaemin x student and barista!reader

♡𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡♡

<next>

•warnings: dom!jaemin, brat!reader, brat taming, crying kink, hair pulling, choking, small praising, small size kink, degradation (slut, whore), dumbification (sexual and non sexual use) nanas kinda mean :( but gets a lil nicer :), jaemin refers to himself as nana a lot mostly when they do the dirty, bulging kink, pet names (princess, baby, baby girl, little girl, pretty girl), unprotected sex (please be safe), slight face slapping (he slaps her once), rough sex clearly, some sexual tension, I hope i got everything

You were fuming!

The boy in front of you not even batting an eyelash, just laughing at the mess dripping down your face.

You smelt like an iced americano.

People around you held their hands to their mouths in shock and others tried to hold back their laughter. Some even pointed at you or gave sympathetic looks.

It wasnt like people were surprised anymore. Jaemin always had something up his sleeve for you. But he never went as far as pouring his coffee on you.

"Aw poor baby. Do you need a napkin?" He faked sympathy with a pout and his friends began laughing. You just got up and walk by them, making sure to bump into jaemins shoulder on your way through.

It was almost everyday that Jaemin would do something so uncalled for. It was like he was made to push your buttons. Even as you're walking out of the college building, you can still hear the boy laughing at you. Or maybe it was the other students. Either way, you wanted to kill him.

As you trudged towards your car, a sense of relief washed over you. A great happiness that only comes when you finished your classes and could go home. Only this happiness stayed for a good 2 hours until you have to go to your part time job at the cafe with your favorite person of course. But its not like you can quit. You need the money so you can live and get the education you need, no matter how hard it is being with him.

It was then when you sat in your car and the squishing in the seat made your face curl into a scowl, only made you think of ways to get away with murder. It was gross really. The seats were sticky, plus your hair and clothes were sticking to you like lip gloss. A shower would be perfect right about now.

"Hi y- oh..." Your roommate, jimin, stared at your messy state. Giving you a good up and down before shrugging his shoulders, "jaemin?"

You sighed, walking over to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, "Who else? Its always him."

Jimin gave you a small smile and came closer as if ready to hug you but didn't because he didn't want to get sticky. "You know, maybe you should quit that job."

"No."

He groaned and snatched the water that you were about to sip, "Why? You'd only see jaemin in school. And you wouldnt have to stick with his bickering in work." He huffed, shaking his head, "Girls are so difficult sometimes."

You tried leaping up to grab the bottle from jimin, but all he did was hold it above his head. You stomped on his foot in return. Jimin huddled over and you snatched the bottle, smirking with victory as you put it to your lips.

"You fucking snake." Jimin hissed in pain.

A laugh fell from your lips as you walked by him, completely ignoring his words and his pain, "Im gonna take a shower."

Once you got to your room, the first thing you did was grab your work clothes, a towel, and underwear and got ready for the warm shower.

After you switched on the water and let it heat up, you stepped in and immediately felt at peace as the water cascaded over your body, cleaning off the almost dried coffee. Your hair felt lighter, like a feather and your fingers could now slip through the strands easily without an issue. The scent of your body wash overpowered the coffee smell and you felt much better. Water, soap, and coffee were beginning to fill the drain as you finished washing up. You rolled your eyes at the sight of the murky water. What a bastard.

For once you were actually happy to wear your work clothes after what had happened earlier. The clothes actually felt comfortable and jimin was becoming more and more confused as to why you were hugging yourself with a huge smile on the couch.

"No one should be that happy after a shower." He started flipping through channels on the t.v.

"Dont tell me how to feel, I dont smell like jaemins coffee anymore." You gushed overdramtically. Jimin could only role his eyes.

"Please...you act like he's a demon of some sort."

You squinted your eyes at jimin and flared your nostrils, "he is. Hes a nasty, dumb, annoying, self centered-"

"Okay okay I get it! You hate jaemin! The funny thing is you can never get his name out of your mouth." Everything stopped and your head snapped in jimins directions.

"What are you saying?" A frown found itself on your face, jimin leaned closer.

"Im saying that maybe you might like him."

You shrieked in disgust, blocking your ears with your hands. Jimin laughed at your reaction. Almost falling off the couch in the process. "Ew! Gross! Why would you even think that!"

"Like I said, you can never get his name out of your mouth. I think its pretty obvious you like him." He was still giggling at you except your face was anything but happy, more grossed out at how he thought you could like such a person

"I can't stand you. I'm leaving for work." You stood up and jimin did nothing to stop you from going. Even though you still had about 15 minutes until you normally leave. "Ill be back at 9." The door slammed behind you, leaving jimin alone with another laughing fit.

You got in the car and drove off to your work, still trying to come up with a reason as to why jimin is saying all this. Sure maybe you talk about jaemin a little lot but that doesn't mean you like him. Its very much the opposite and jimin should know that. It only frustrates you the more you think about it. Liking someone like jaemin? Please. That would be your nightmare.

As you pulled up to the cafe, there were only a few other cars parked. Few were from other workers but the majority were most like customers or people just trying to get a free parking space. Lucky for you, there were many open spaces, unlike when you come later and they're filled. Maybe leaving earlier wasnt such a bad idea. It saved you the 3 minute walk.

"Y/n! You're just on time!" One of your coworkers, irene, called out as you stepped inside the shop. "We need help back here!" You had no time to even begin to say your shift hasn't started yet when irene took you by the hand and dragged you to where the coffee was being made. "We have a bunch of online orders coming in so can you please help us with the coffee and food?" She tossed you a brown apron for you to put on and you nodded, trying to get your brain to speed up with everything in the world.

It was so quiet when you walked in that you never even realized that the back was busy. Coffee cups were filled and put into trays for orders, food was being heated or baked. It was a chaotic place right now and all you could do was help. So as fast as you could, you began with the first order on the screen. A large mocha with extra extra sugar, whipped cream, and chocolate curls. Easy enough you thought as you reached for a cup but a hand beat you to it.

Your eyes looked up at the person in front of you and just when you thought everything was going fine, it wasn't, "What are you doing here so early?" You asked bitterly.

"I always come in early. What are you doing here so early?" Jaemin asked whilst holding a death grip on the cup.

"Just felt like coming early." You muttered, watching as jaemin turned away with a scoff, quickly cutting the conversation short. "Bastard."

Jaemin was busy making what you were originally going to do, so you looked for another order to get ready. It was just two cake pops and a small strawberry banana smoothie. Something you've been craving recently from the lack of sweetness and fruit in your day to day life.

The cake pops and smoothie were quick to make and were soon sent off to the customer. You happily beamed and wished them good day once they left.

After then there was a familiar face with a friend right next to him, he was quite handsome you must say. He was indeed so handsome that he just looked unreal. "Hey jimin. Whose this?" You nodded towards the bright black haired man.

"This is taemin! He wanted some coffee so I brought him- hey stop staring at him!" Jimin snapped you out of your trance and taemin chuckled.

"Its okay shes cute." He eye smiled, showing off his perfectly white teeth. He's definitely not real.

Jimin tsk'd, "Until you get to know her."

"Yeah yeah... whatever." You smiled at him, completely oblivious to what he just said.

They both ordered and took a seat next to the window. You were still staring at taemin with your head in your hand until someone tapped your shoulder, "Who are they?" Jaemins voice rang in your ears, making you stand up straight.

"Thats my roommate, jimin, and his friend taemin." You glanced back at the boys, mainly at taemin and just stared like he was your first crush.

"Quit staring your gonna scare him away." Jaemin said earning himself a chuckle from you.

You stuck your tongue out, "He called me cute."

The boy smirked from ear to ear and leaned in close to your face, "He was lying." You grumbled and pushed him away from you, getting annoyed by his presence very quickly.

"Jaemin and y/n, get back to work we have orders to do!" Irene called out. Both of you quickly returning to your stations and getting things ready.

"Look at him. Hes basically waiting for me to come over to him." Seulgi, another person in this school you dispise, said as she looked at jaemin in the back of the room. She wasn't very quiet either considering you were only a few seats away from him. So it only meant that jaemin could hear her, but chose to ignore it. Typical boy.

"Honestly. He looks so good today too." Sana, her best friend, commented.

"Oh and did you hear what he was planning on doing today to y/n? Apparently he's gonna-"

"Class get back in your seats, we have much to discuss." The professor stood in the front of the class. Everyone shifted and moved to their appropriate places and waited for the teacher to begin. Unlike you, who was wondering what seulgi was going to say next. If its something worse than coffee being poured on your head, you may just have to bury yourself six feet under after this.

As you were taking notes something flung towards your head and hit you on the side, looking over was jaemin with a smirk was he held his fingers in a sling shot shape. A rubber band was laying on your lap. Then another one. One even hit your cheek creating a small smack sound as you winced in pain. Oh you desperately wanted to get out of this seat and punch the boy in the face.

"Excuse me sir!" You called out, raising your head. The whole class looked at you and your cheeks began to heat up. "May i go to the restroom?" The professor nodded and you headed out. Not until you stopped in your tracks from a loud smack to your butt, causing the whole class to turn around again.

Jaemin was enjoying this, the way you stared at him with wide eyes and open mouth, made him just want to do it again. He never thought this reaction from you would be so entertaining and he tried his best not show it, with only a small smirk covering his face.

You rushed out of the room, faster than ever and leaned against the nearest surface you could find. Not only were you questioning reality, but also why jaemin just did that.

"That little bitch." You said to yourself as you paced back and forth in the hallway, staring at the ground.

"Excuse me?" Jaemin voice rang in your ears as you looked up with a angry red face. Steam was even coming out of your ears and nose. "Did you just call nana a bitch?" He put his hands to his chest and pouted, "Little girl you need to learn some manners." Jaemin tilted his head to the side and began walking forward.

"Shut up." You had nothing else to say as you grit your teeth, looking at the ground.

Jaemin didnt like that and grabbed the back of your neck to make you look at him, "What? Did your stupid head stop thinking? Your normally so chatty for nana what happened?"

"Jaemin i-" you cut yourself off as you felt jaemin grip the back of your neck tighter causing you to moan in pain.

"Stupid girl." Jaemin whispered, forcefully pushing you away. It was not strong enough to make you fall but at least stumble.

You glowered, earning yourself a chuckle from him. "What will it take for you to leave me alone!?"

"Bring this to table 15 please! Thanks!" Irene smiled as she handed you a small cup of iced coffee and you took it, taking it to its designated place. What you didn't except was to see taemin again, gleaming up at you.

"Hi y/n." He smiled and you tried to remain calm.

God how is someone so beautiful?

"Hey, I didnt except you to come back." You returned the warm smile and started to play with the apron around your waist.

Taemin giggled, "I actually quite like this place, its cozy." He began to take a sip from the straw, eyes still trained on you. If only you weren't so awkward with him, you wouldve found something to say other than staring at him and indulging in the beauty before you. But lucky for you someone behind the counter called for you, quickly averting your attention back to work.

The next order was a shake, so you grabbed the correct ingredients and began using the blendor, when someone came next to you, doing the same thing "You seem like your having fun flirting around." The unwanted conversation with jaemin began, "makes nana kind of jealous."

"Hm funny." You ignored him and continued blending the ice cream.

Jaemin casually rolled his eyes and glanced down at your nonchalant face before returning back to the blender, "you know you really do piss me off."

You sneered and snickered to yourself, "what are you gonna do about it?"

"I was thinking of fucking you dumb or until you know your place but maybe thats a bit too rewarding."

The cup was removed and set aside from the blender with your hands placed on your hips, "Im sorry what?"

"Did I stutter?" Jaemin raised an eyebrow and also put the cup down. You went silent, not knowing whether or not to just laugh it off or quickly run away. "And I'm still waiting on my apology."

"One, I am not going to apologize to your bitchy ass. Two, even if I did let you, you could never 'fuck me dumb', it just wouldn't happen. Now stop trying to get in my pants."

Jaemin opened then closed his mouth about to say something, but didn't and just put on a sweet smile, "Go take these to table 7 for nana." He said like he was testing yoj.

"Why? You made them."

"Nana told you to do something little girl, now do it." Jaemins sweet smile was still plastered on his face yet it intimidated you enough to do as he said.

Taemin was long gone when you walked out and you were kind of sad as you weren't able to say goodbye before he left. You placed the shake down on the table and was ready to walk away when you heard your name being called.

"Y/n? You work here?" Seulgis voice spoke as you turned around. Both her and sana were looking at you with shit eating grins.

"Doesn't jaemin also work here seulgi?" Sana asked the girl in front of her and seulgi looked as if she got the brightest idea.

"Oh yeah! Y/n can you get jaemin over here? Pretty please?" She asked sweetly yet with a hint of sourness and you listened, not feeling like ignoring her at the moment.

You told jaemin that seulgi and sana were out front looking for him and he nonchalantly went out without question. Leaving you to do some of the work alone, which you didn't mind considering its jaemin, the annoying bastard who won't leave you alone, but he does help you whenever you need it. And right now, it was a bit busy, and you needed it.

After doing 4 more online orders and sending them off through the driveway, jaemin finally came back with a scowl on his face looking ready to beat someone up. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" He raised his voice only loud enough for you to hear. But you were quite confused on what was happening.

"What are you talking about?" You asked, tilting your head to the side like a puppy.

Jaemin groaned, "I knew you were fucking dumb but come on y/n! Why is seulgi covered in the shake i gave you?"

You paused for a moment, unable to answer that. Is he assuming you spilt her shake on her? Why would you even do that in the first place. Yeah you don't like her, but you're not going to stoop to her or his level. "I dont know."

He slammed his hand on the wall near your head, startling you a bit, "You dont know huh?" You shook your head slowly. "Seulgi and sana both said you purposefully spilt the shake on seulgi. Now answer me honestly. Is that true?" You shook your head again, feeling really small and helpless under his strong gaze.

"I-i didnt spill t-the skake." You muttered quietly.

He inhaled sharply, "Then who did huh? Or maybe you don't know because you're so dumb."

"S-stop..." you frowned, looking down at floor, but jaemin had other plans and made you look up at him. A single tear slide down your cheek and you swear you saw a small grin appear on his face.

"Tell nana what happened." His voice became softer as he swiped away the stray tear on your face.

You huffed, still afraid that he'd do something to you although you knew he wouldnt purposely cause you pain. "W-well she asked me to go get you, which I did, a-and her shake was perfectly fine when I left."

"Are you saying she purposely spilt the shake on herself to make me angry at you?"

"Y-yes."

"Ill believe my little girl for now, but if I find out you are lying, you will be in big trouble got that?" Jaemin lifted his hand off the wall and proceeded to walk back out of the room. Leaving you shocked at his words and still frightened by an angry jaemin.

You went to the cash register once jaemin left to get ready to count the bills until you heard jaemin and seulgi arguing. Lucky for them, no one but you and him were working right now. Irene went home earlier and the normal crew always leave around 6:30, leaving just you and jaemin.

"It was only a prank nana. No need to get so worked up. And besides you didn't even prank her today, be glad I did for you." Seulgi said smiling at the boy in front of her.

Jaemin physically cringed when he heard his nickname roll off her tongue, "you didn't have to do that."

You stood there watching, astonished how jaemin was standing up for you. Hes supposed to hate you. Jaemin didn't even bother going with the girls when they offered him a ride, instead he stayed with you and even helped close. Something he normally doesn't do because he leaves before you and gives you all the hard things to do.

"Hurry up and finish." Jaemin spoke. A little bit of anger still laced in his voice.

"Whats your rush?"

He sighed, "I wanna go home. Plus I can't stand this place right now. I'm pissed."

You finished wiping down that last table and walked over to him, "Just go home then."

"Not without you."

You gave him a dirty look, "im not going home with you."

Jaemin leaned down, his face only inches from yours and whispered, "Remember what I said earlier hm? I wanna fuck you dumb." He then grabbed your waist bringing you closer to him, if that was possible, "Can I do that pretty girl? Can nana fuck you so hard you won't even remember anything but my cock?" You were so lost in your mind that everything became a blur. Jaemins words sounded so sweet but were so lewd. And you were so close to kissing him until he put his finger on your lips, "But you have to wait." You frowned and were only getting more angry by the second. You went from not wanting anything to do with jaemin to just about ready to beg him to kiss you. Was it that easy for him to get in your head? Or were you so sex deprived that now jaemin seemed somewhat interesting?

You laid on jaemins bed getting bored with the constant teasing. He never did anything but that. Jaemin would get close to your lips and back away as you chased him. Hed chuckle and coo at you for being so desperate. But that wasn't the point of all the teasing. He really just wanted you to beg him to kiss you. No words will come out of his mouth telling you to beg, he just excepted it to happen sooner or later. But youre too stubborn to do so, so you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to kiss him, catching him by surprise.

Jaemins hands gripped your wrists and pulled them off his face, pinning them to the bed, "You didnt even ask to kiss me." Jaemin pulled away, raising his eyebrow high, "Dont you think thats a bit mean."

"So was teasing me, but I let you continue." You huffed, trying to free your wrists from his death grip but it was no use.

"You dont have a say on whether i continue or not. I'm in charge here and you take what I give you, understand?" You rolled your eyes. It was your intention to make jaemin angry. You wanted to push his buttons.

What you didnt know was that not answering jaemin correctly would earn you a slap to the face. And jaemin was not even fazed by it.

"Dont roll your eyes and answer nana." Jaemin smiled. "Can you say 'yes nana'?"

"Y-yes nana."

"Good girl." Jaemin muttered and began slowly kissing your jawline down to your neck, sucking here and there creating shades of purple and red marks. Oh how he loved the marks he was leaving.

You so desperately wanted to grip onto jaemins hair and pull it but he never budged his hands, only tightening his grasps. As he continued attacking your neck, you began to lift your hips up to get some sort friction. Jaemin noticed and shifted so that his thigh was in between your legs and rubbing against your clothed core. A spew of quiet moans left your lips but you wanted more. Jaemin was going to soft and slow for your liking.

"I thought you were going to fuck me dumb?" You said and jaemin lifted his head to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

"Patience baby. You aren't ready yet." He let go of your wrists and took your shirt off. The cold air made you shiver and jaemin chuckled. "I wanna make you cum at least 2 times before I fuck you."

"Then stop talking and do it." You replied, pushing your hips up to rub against his thigh, but they were pushed back down on the bed.

"Didnt I say to take what I give you?" Your head slowly moved up and down and jaemin smiled, "so why arent you happy with what nana gives you?"

"I want more..." you sighed as he started to slide your pants and panties off, discarding them somewhere in the room. His mouth slowly started kissing your inner thighs and you could feel your heat dripping with anticipation. You whined for more but only got a slap to the thigh telling you to be quiet. Needless to say you didn't listen and continued to try to get him closer to where you needed him most but pulling his hair.

Jaemin groaned grabbing your wrist again and pushed it away roughly. His patience was wearing out. You were more stubborn than he thought, but that doesn't mean he can't still break you. "Next time you do that, I'll flip you over and beat your ass till its purple." Your breath hitched and as much as you were tempted, you wanted to be able to sit for a few days so you stayed put and kept your hands to yourself.

But the desperation was getting to you and you wanted relief which jaemin wasnt giving you until you felt his two fingers circling around your clit. "P-please jaemin." You moaned as he flicked your clit with his middle finger. Then soon enough he stuck two fingers inside you. Your pussy automatically clenching around his digits as he moved at a steady in and out pace.

It felt so good. His fingers felt so good. They made your body twist in pleasure as more moans left your mouth. Jaemin was watching your face closely as it contorted with pleasure. He loved seeing your eyebrows bunched together, so focused on the way his fingers worked inside you.

"My pretty slut. Taking nanas fingers so well." He gushed, still watching your face. Jaemin could feel himself get even more painfully hard but he didn't want to fuck you just yet. He meant it when he said he wanted you to cum 2 times. So he picked up the speed with his fingers, your hands landing on his forearm that was resting on near your hip. "Are you gonna cum for nana princess?"

You frantically nodded your head as a wave of pleasure washed over you. You could feel your cum leak out of you as jaemin leaned down and began eating away at your cunt.

"J-jaemin! So...go-good!" Your head flew back as his tongue sucked on your clit and a loud moan filled the room.

Jaemin smirked against your heat, "I haven't even fucked you yet and your already sounding like a dumb whore. Its so easy to break you princess."

"N-no its j-ju-...." you whimpered as your brain wasnt even trying to help you function right. His tongue was extraordinary. "Mmmm."

"Aw my dumb little princess is so cute." He muttered diving back into lapping at your soaked cunt. It was almost as if on cue and without warning, you were cumming again. Jaemins hasty tongue took it all. Groaning at the taste of you in his mouth.

He sat up over you, grabbing your neck, pulling you into a deep kiss. You tasted yourself on his tongue. Deepening the kiss by grabbing the back of his hair, jaemin couldnt help but moan a bit as his cock brushed against your thigh. He felt big. Bigger than the few guys you've been with and you were ecstatic.

You tugged on jaemins pants and shirt as a way to tell him to take them off and he did after getting off of you and sitting on the edge of the bed. His abs were more defined than you thought and when his cock sprung free, your mouth started watering. Jaemins smirk only grew watching you stare. He was starting to get cocky

"What? You wanna suck my cock?" Jaemin asked sweetly.

"Yes please." You reached over to try and touch him but he didn't allow you. And smacked your hand away. It was a way for him to tease you and you hated it.

"So kind for nana now. Ealier you were so cock hungry that you decided to be a brat. Did nana finally break you?" Jaemin whispered as he moved a piece of hair out of your face, looking at you with fill admiration.

"No you didn't break me. But I wanna suck you off." You whined as jaemin picked you up and sat you just above his cock, the tip teasing at your entrance.

"Too bad. Now I want you to sit." Jaemin said looking into your eyes. You obeyed with a little hesitation. His cock was surely going to hurt you so you took it slowly and started lowering your hips. "Fuck...thats a good girl." Jaemin praised, watching his cock dissappear between your legs and your tummy get full with his cock. "My baby's so tiny you can see my cock in your belly." He said, pushing down on the area where he was imprinted in you.

Slowly you started moving, lifting your hips up and down. You were wet enough that he could easily slide in and out with no problem.

Jaemins head fell back as he sighed with relief, grunting as you picked up the pace, "So tight for nana." He whispered and you moaned back loudly. His cock stretched every inch of you to the point where it felt like you'd split.

"More more more." You whined against jaemins neck, gripping his shoulders tightly. Carefully jaemin flipped you both over so he was on top and continued pounding into your destroyed cunt. He kept a hand around your neck squeezing it every so often as a choked out moan left your throat.

His cock was so deep and fast that you couldn't think straight. You kept blabbering about his cock. Only thing on your mind was how nice he felt inside you. Jaemin bit his lip as he smirked at you, grabbing your hair and bringing your face close to his, "Now will you admit that I fucked you dumb and say your nanas dumb slut?"

"Y-yes, I'm na-nanas dumb sl-slut." You cried, tears falling down your face from how good he felt inside and if you thought jaemin couldn't go any faster, he did. His thrusts were hard and rough, sure enough to hurt your thighs tomorrow as he pounded relentlessly. "So close." Your voice came out choked as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You held on to jaemins hand that was on your neck as he helped you with your orgasm.

Jaemin wasnt far behind you with his and groaned loudly, "fuck, where do you want it princess?"

"I-inside." You moaned as the feeling of hot cum was shot inside you. Jaemins hips kept moving him through his orgasm until he slowly came to a stop. Both of you panted loudly, there were even a few tears falling down your cheek here and there.

Jaemin slowly pulled out, making sure not to hurt you, and he laid beside you. "You did so well." He kissed your forehead. "Cmon ill carry you to bathroom so we can take a bath." He said picking up your worn out naked figure with so much care. Making you forget he was your enemy.