#gah this makes me so mad. that ending did not sit well with me

[youraveragecatastrophe]

[Image description : Three screenshots from the 2019 show Carmen Sandiego, from the season 2 episode 6 episode The Need for Speed caper. The first one is Carmen on the blimp, talking to offscreen Zack and Ivy. She says "Look, I think you both know you're more than just my crew." The next two screenshots are from the later scene in San Diego, when Carmen is talking to Shadowsan. She says "But Zack and Ivy chose family over career. Throwing down roots for them is the least I can do." The last image is a a picture of a man saying "So that was a fucking lie". /End description]

Rewatching The Need for speed caper after the series finale like

[taeyeonschild]

《sleeping apart, after a fight || maknae line ver.》

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pairing: maknae line (separate) x gn!reader

genre: i dunno, you tell me. (fluff? angst?? SMUT??!?? no it’s not smut dw😌)

contains: exactly as it says in the title

warnings: !!!uncomfortable couch!!!

A/N: idk what i’m doing, any more than you do. why did i choose to write this? i have no clue 🤷‍♀️

on a completely unrelated note: here’s a song i’m obsessed with right now

hyung line | maknae line

Han

He watches as you grab your pillow and blanket from the bed, then angrily stomp into the living room.

When he hears the door slam, he sinks to the ground in a sigh.

He sits there, in silence for a few minutes, just to calm himself down, before anxiously tiptoeing into the living room, and approaching you.

“How about, I take the couch, and you go take the bed? I know your mad at me, and I feel bad, but I’d feel way worse if you wake up tomorrow with a sore back from this couch.”

You silently agree, while getting up from the couch to hand him the pillow and blanket.

“We’ll talk tomorrow morning?”

You reply with only a nod, too tired and overwhelmed to do much else.

The bed is a lot more comfortable than the couch, it’s a good thing you have a boyfriend who cares enough to make that trade for you.

An hour later, Jisung is still lying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. It's not comfortable at all, and he can feel every spring poking into his back. He rolls around, doing anything he can to try to get comfortable, but it is no use.

“Gah!”

He groans quietly to himself, and he eventually picks himself up off of the couch and walks to the bedroom.

A strong arm wraps around your waist. Still angry, but you don’t fight it.

“The couch is uncomfortable. I’d rather be here with you. I love you”

In the morning the fight is forgotten, and all is well in quokkaville.

Felix

He can’t sleep without you.

He’ll lay alone in the guest bedroom for an hour or two, scared to anger you more.

At 3am he finally sneaks into the bed beside you.

(If you’re asleep, he will quietly climb under the covers, and wrap you in his arms, very careful not to wake you up.)

If you are awake he just sits there, looking at you.

His hand gently rubs up an down your shoulder.

You are stubborn, and refuse to face him.

“Y/n i’m sorry… okay?”

“I forgot our date I know, I’ve just been so caught up with work… and I know that’s not an excuse, it’s my fault for forgetting. but I promise it won’t happen again, my love. I’m so sorry”

He practically begs you to forgive him

“Please darling… forgive me. I love you, and I can’t stand you being angry at me. I’ll do anything to make it up to you. I’ll take you out tomorrow, and the day after, and every day after that. I’ll never forget a date again. I’ll even take friday off of work, and we can spend the whole day together!”

He rambles on and on, just trying to convince you to look at him.

But he stop’s suddenly when he sees your shoulder shake slightly, and he hears a sniffle.

“Oh god, oh no. Are you crying? Y/n I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to!”

He holds your waist tightly and kisses your neck, doing anything he can to comfort you.

“i just feel like, i’m not a priority anymore. we haven’t gone out in a month.” you speak through sniffles, and choked sobs.

“No no no! Y/n you are always my number one! I’ve just been really busy with this new comeback, i haven’t had much time to think about really anything else. But i’m sorry, truly. I never want you to feel unloved. You are, and will always be, the most important thing to me, my love.”

He hugs you, and rocks you slowly off to sleep. All is well, all is forgiven, all there is, is love, between you.

Seungmin

“I’m done!! I’m sleeping in the guest room. We’ll finish this tomorrow!” you finally snap, then storm out of the living room.

Stubborn x equally as stubborn, is your relationship trope. You both know that this fight won’t end, until one of you puts your pride aside, to start the apologies.

Tonight, you refuse to be that person.

The guest bedroom is cold and lonely, you spend the whole night wondering how Seungmin is doing… He’s probably having a fantastic time in the big bed all to himself…

Your prediction couldn’t be any less correct.

Seungmin is eating himself up inside with guilt, he can’t sleep any more than you can.

Part of him is glad that you aren’t in the same room, since he always wants to appear strong infront of you. He would never want you to find him weak and crying like he is now..

The night is long, and uncomfortable, and cold, and neither of you can sleep.

After an hour or so, of suffering, Seungmin gives into the pain, and knocks on the guest bedroom door.

Angrily, you ignore him, but he enters anyways.

You look like a mess, your hair is a rats nest from hoe much you’ve tossed and turned, your face is all red and puffy from crying.

Without speaking, he crawls into the bed beside you, wrapping his arms around your torso.

He gives you no space to refuse, but it’s not like you’d want to anyways…

“Let’s just stop fighting. I love you. Goodnight y/nnie”

Jeongin

“I’m sleeping on the couch tonight”

His disappointed, quiet tone, hurts you even more that it would’ve if he had yelled it.

Before you have any time to rebut, he leaves the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

“Jeongin!!” he ignores your call.

He sets up the couch to the best of his ability, but it is anything but comfortable.

He lays in silence staring at the ceiling for what feels like an eternity, till he hears your footsteps echo down the hall.

Your sniffles break him, but he wants to remain strong. He knows that looking at you will break him, so he pretends to be asleep.

You kneel beside him, on the floor, and gently stroke his arm.

“Innie?”

He doesn’t reply initially, keeping his eyes closed to stay in character. But hearing your sniffles breaks him.

“Yeah?”

“Please come to bed. We don’t have to talk, we can stay on opposite sides of the bed. I just need you with me.” you beg.

Hearing this hurts him. He tries his hardest to avoid eye contact, knowing that he will instantly forgive you, if he even so much as looks at your face.

“Okay, i’ll come. I just need some time. We’ll talk tomorrow, alright?”

He then gets off of the couch, slowly walking to the bedroom. He climbs into his side of the bed, and you follow after.

You lay, facing away from eachother. Both wide awake, and unable to sleep.

There’s no way to prevent the tears that fall from your eyes, and you begin to choke back sobs. You try your best to stay quiet, to allow Jeongin peace and quiet. But of course, he can hear you.

As much as he wants to pretend he’s asleep, he feels bad seeing you like this. It’s clear that the guilt is eating you up inside, and it’s making him feel even worse.

Carefully, he wraps his arm around your waist, and you can feel his breath on your neck.

“Sshhh, lovely.. It’s okay. I am mad, but we’ll figure it out tomorrow. I still love you. Now go to sleep”

[regularme12]

Tickles~

Summary: Tweek came home from a very long day of working at the coffee shop, and his boyfriend knows j what he needs.

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"Hey, babe, how was work?" Craig was on his computer playing roblox with four people who wasn't his friends, Cartman, Kyle, Kenny, Stan, and Butters. Because his other friends, Tolkein, Clyde, and Jimmy, were all busy doing god knows what.

"*Sigh* It was tiring, Craig..." Tweek came in slouching, and his eyes were half open, with eye bags that u can see from a mile away. That boy was tired.

"Awww, it was??? You want to come sit on my lap while I play?" The blue hat boyfriend, made an opening for his lover to sit on his lap, bringing his hand out to grab his.

"Yes, please." Tweek made his way, slowly, but surely, made his way over to his older boyfriend, and sat pleasingly. He slouched over and huged Craig while he put his head on his shoulder. "This is niceee, thank you."

"You don't have to say thank you, my love. You need it, and you need sleep."

"I don't wanna~..."

"Hahaha, bahahabe, can you not mumble in my neck? It tickles."

"Sorry, Tweek turned his head the other direction, and closed his eyes for a bit.

Then he heard Cartman over the headset. "Ew, can you guys not be so lovey dovey over call? It's so gay!"

"Shut the fuck up, fatass." Craig told him. He started scratching his smaller boyfriend's back lightly while using his other hand to play with Tweek's hair. Craig then heard the blonde giggle and realize exactly what he needs right now. "Hey, guys, I'm a hop off alr? We'll play later."

"Alr, dude, later." Kyle called out, before Craig hit "end call".

"Aw, you don't wanna play with your friends? It's not because of me babe, right?" Tweek rubbed his eye, and yawned.

"Of course not, hun, I just want to make sure your tired ass goes to sleep." Craig carried him over to their shared bed, and plopped him down, while he was towering over him.

"I already told you, Craig, I'm not tired..."

"Well your actions tell me other wise," He started poking the other's stomach, making him giggle and curl up.

"Bahahabe, not nohohow."

"Oh come on, you and I both know if you wanted me to stop you would've told me to from the get go, alright? Now relax and enjoy this." He pushed Tweek back over on his back and pinned his hands to his chest, when his shirt was exposing his lower torso. Craig started poking and prodding all around it too, and his half assed button up shirt isn't doing him any justice either.

"Heheheh, gohohod..." The blue hat men could've died by how cute his lover was being. The giggles, the ticklishness, then squirming, GOD, he was in Heaven.

"You're so adorable with your giggles, mi amor," Craig started skittering his sides now, but they were light as a feather, and slow as a snail.

This really started making Tweek move more, and laugh harder, "Hahahahah, nohohoho, not thahahahat!!!"

No one knows who's blushing more, Craig or Tweek, it should be Tweek because of Craig's obnoxious teasing, but really it may be Craig because of Tweek's laughter and giggles. "You're blushing~ Isn't that cute? I wish I can take a pic of this and save it for whenever you decide to be bratty."

"Nohohoho! Dohohon't!"

"Haha, I won't trust me. Tempted. But won't. Now let's get these arms up shall we?" Craig did just that, pinning his arms straight above his head, by how short Tweek is compared to Craig, it wasn't hard to do that and tickle him all together either.

The blonde men was startled by the swift motion and started slightly using his knees to move his boyfriend out of the way. He didn't want it to stop, and Craig knows this, it's just a reflex, and it always happens in this position. "GaH! Craig!! This is embahahahahrrassing!!"

"If it's so embarrassing, just tell me the safeword and I'll stop, mr. giggles." He leaned down kissed him on the lips and started clawing in his armpits, this drove him mad.

"NAHAHAHAH!! Crajahahahig, CRAHAHHAHAIGGGG!!! I CANANANAN'TTT!!" Tweek started kicking his legs everywhich way, so Craig made it his motive to sit on the lee's waist and go to town on his sensitive armpits.

Tweek started coughing by how long and loud he was laughing, but he wouldn't say the safe word, so Craig didn't want to continue his torment on his sensitive hollows so he stopped and gave him a break. Still sitting on his waist, but let his arms roam free. The blondie got a couple breaths in, and the brunette noticed he started calming down. "Now, ypu calmed down yet?"

"Mhm..." Tweek was covering his teary, redden face, but Craig lowered his hands so he can see him.

"Aww, don't cover your face, cutie, I love seeing you like this. Now let's move on to somewhere... more... sensitive." Craig scammed his upper torso, then reached back behind him and squeeed his knee once, and once was enough.

"AH!! RED! CRAIG!! FUCKING RED!!!" Tweek sat up so fast and punched his lover in the face.

"AH! Fuck!!" Craig rolled off of him and was holding his eye.

"OMG!! CRAIG!!! ARE YOU OK?! I'M SO SORRY!!!" Tweek sat up and started inspecting his eye.

"I'm alr, babe, trust me. Now you get some sleep, while I go finish this game. Love you."

Craig kissed him, and Tweek rolled over to his side of the bed with a, "I love you too, Craig."

The brunette walked over to his gaming set up, and put the headset back on, he was about to push the call button until he heard... laughing? "Wait- Hello?"

A bunch of snickers can be heard from the other side of the call, "We heard everything you said." Kyle ringed out, laughing uncontrollably with the others, but Cartman didn't think it was funny, he just thought it was really fucking gay.

"You guys were being a bunch of f@gs, f@g." Cartman... ofc.

"Wh- but- How-? I thought I hung up?!" This time Craig was getting more red then he was while that whole tickle thing ensued.

"Well, you didn't." Craig laughed.

And Kenny ofc had to put his two cents in, "Mhm Thamt's Mright."

"'Oh, just say the safe word when you-'" Butters mocked before Craig made sure, this time, to hit the call end button, smashing his head on his keyboard.

While Tweek was on the bed hearing everyword that was said, silently blushing, and curling up more out of embarrassment. He swore that he was gonna get his revenge on his stronger boyfriend, because thanks to him, now the people they don't even like knows Tweek loves to be tickled now. Till death do them part, people might say.

[absolutebl]

Oh! My Sunshine Night

Binge watch.

Okay so I am hopped up on cold meds and jet lagged and I decided to try to watch this soapy mess because why tf not?

Ep 1

Oh no, it’s good. Like: this is a good opening. And I do love OhmFluke, but you know who I really love? Noh (orig. Nitiman). Gah.

For the first time in a long while two boys in a BL make for actually believable brothers. Whacha know?

Fluke’s hair is AWFUL.

And suddenly the whole thing goes v odd. I’m not sure if that’s the captions, or if the show itself is trying to be existential. What an odd meet cute and what strange dialogue.

I’m so confused.

It’s like it’s trying to be both BL and transcendental poetry.

I like spunky Fluke tho.

Linguistic corner: these two are using chan/nai for I/you - v formal.

Poor Noh, they always make him play sports when it’s clear he just... doesn’t.

How much do I love the whipping boy side couple?

SO MUCH!!!!

Ep 2

Is the thing with the apples just to make Fluke cry?

I like the conflicted poor little rich kids family dynamic.

But there’s a lot of establishing scenes, it’s moving pretty slowly.

Sorry this one isn’t whipping me into a verbal frenzy. I’d drink, but not on top of cold meds. You know those warnings on med labels? They’re for me. I’m the one that shouldn’t operate machinery, not even a computer.

Wait. What? Why didn’t we get to SEE this bit?

Ep 3

So this is about classical music and no one is actually playing and no one is singing, so I’m absolutely fine with it.

The fencers with the unrequited crushes are boring to me. But there is a kind of Midsummer Night’s Dream aspect to these relationship dynamics.

GAH! The apple collecting thing was so cute and so romantic.

Not a lot of BL tropes so far in this show, but I like it’s brand of sappy.

I love how utterly incapable of flirting Kim is.

The opening the car door thing did, in fact, make me hoot with laughter.

Fluke’s pretty darn good at being a bossy bitch and Ohm does exasperation well. Honestly, I’m liking this show a lot more than I thought I would.

Oh yay! We  get to see Rain sleeping in his boys room. Lovely. I do enjoy whipping boy trope, v kinky.

*sits back and smiles in dominant smug*

I ALSO love the little brat in-crush with Rugby Rain. It’s all very delish.

It’s thanksgiving all over again, I’m all about the side dishes.

Okay, the end of this episode was so confusing. Are they play acting a couple break up for the girl? Are they actually arguing? What are they arguing about? Were they dating? What happened? What’d I miss? Why the dramatic soap opera music? Why the overacting?

What is going on?

Ep 4

Oh I forgot about the fencers.

And finally a BL trope, crash into me. (At least it wasn’t a pratfall kiss.)

Oh I do like a gay fencer sword pun.

Very nice. 

Also, a shower scene already? Are these two the PokeTongue’s of this show?

Who let Star Hunter in the house?

Rain + Sun and the insults was great. Very funny. These two are kinda of alike, actually. Fun fun. I like these characters.

Bounce bounce.

Why didn’t anyone tell me this was such a goofy show?

I’m getting a tiny bleed of Japanese slapstick absurdist leaking in and I’m not mad about it. The weird apples and arbitrary mood swings should have tipped me off.

This show has almost a panto play going on.

Rain IDing his brother’s bf and being like, welcome to the fam, I leave him in you care was such a Dom move.

Oh, baby is a floppy drunk! Finally some BL tropes are dropping. And another crash into me. And a wet towel sponge bath. Tropes coming thick & fast now (speaking of thick & fast.... wait, no, bad cold meds, don’t go there)...

Okay, we are back in familiar territory. I thought this one was going to be original. Silly me! This is BL!

Not sure if I am disappointed or not.

Ep 5

Bathroom drama.

Fencing sword boys drama. Why so mean? Honestly, if I were Kim I’d be out too.

Ooo Rain with the consent, even if it’s just a hook up. Also... boys. Bunk beds? Everyone is gonna know. Like EVERYONE.

This show is going places I really did not expect.

Oh! It was all a fake out. *pout*

Okay baby boy, you get down with those fantasies. I’m with you. He hot.

What’s with Sun and the magical Ikea box?

Also, they’ve know each other since childhood trope? Really?

*whines” I don’t want to add another one to that trope list.

Ep 6

I like the plot of butler dad kinda finding out his son is involved with the heir. Good dramatic twisting. Also, evil homophobic jerk nozzle, turns out.

I remain engaged.

Did the stretching part make me grin?

Yes t did. Boys rolling around on mats together never fails to please.

There are a lot of faen fatals and fatales. Like this show is lousy with them. I see why everyone called it a soap opera.

I am so happy that there is no singing I don’t even mind that no one can play an instrument in that whole band (orchestra).

Honestly, the band leader (conductor) looks like First’s (of JaFirst) older brother. It’s wigging me out. 

Ep 7

Look, I admit, I am not even half way through and I am flagging a bit. This is a long arse show.

Speaking of arses...

Another shower scene?

(Anyone else notice that it’s always the same shower? No? Just me. Can’t be helped. Unforgotten Night has made me overly concerned with Thai pluming in BL ... not a euphemism.) 

Boy this series has a supper voyeuristic lens. Not that I’m complaining, never that.

(Bops over to see if the director is gay.... MDL = no info on subject. Well, okay then.)

Returns to shower scene, arses, pluming, and supposition.

Oh! Wound tending!

Ooo, rejected fencing cutie makes move on Sun! Kim is not pleased. you snooze you loose, big boy.

Coils within coils, this is such a soap. I love it. Did I mention I was raised on bread, water & East Enders?

Okay maybe not raised.

Definitely watched too much of it tho.

Oooo, that was a very Light On Me moment.

PAUSE TO REFUEL

Okay I have consumed Korean soft tofu stew and more loopy-making cold meds, and will work on a pomegranate while I continue to watch.

Ep 8

Mostly worked on the pomegranate.

Meds took effect.

Stuff happened int he show but I forgot to make notes. Pomegranate distraction.

Oddly, I’m missing the swordsmen.

Ep 9

Oh, hair drying. Cute. I kinda have come around to this trope over the years I’ve had it shoved in my face... erm... flopped on my head.

MORE SHOWER

Oh! My Showering Night more like it.

I declare this BL official winner of this trope. 

Meanwhile beach frolic. AND a woods frolic.

Ep 10

Finally I’m half way through!

Oooo we have a magic heart rebooting BOOP! to go with the magic apples.

Oooo more shower scene, this time with added bonus sexitimes. Also neck kisses! My favorite.

I’m sorry but I just keep imagining what if we had gotten to this level with Nitman?

Oh, what could have been.

Nice kisses! But also no sex on the beach boys, no one enjoys that.

Meanwhile, the fencers can’t figure their shit out, because they keep fighting with the wrong swords.

And our main couple is being quite tame with a shoulder lean, side hug, water watching triple trope strike on the beach.

Okay weird dream helicopter thing.

Look, Mean Rich Paw, I’d kick him out of the house for wearing that outfit alone.

No other reasons needed.

Disown the fucker.

Band shirt/vest/thingy, no inheritance for you!

Man the fashion this year in BL has been brutal.

Ep 11

I don’t know If I can finish this tonight.

Invited up to the Sun’s room is he? (occasional flashes of DeanPharm).

Okay, wait, the premise of Sun’s illness is SO STRANGE. He has to eat apples and stay away from his parents to save his heart?

What the hell is going on?

The whipping boy always has to run, identity separation is part of the trope. Because his identity is too tied to the spoiled prince, he has to try to make it on his own to realize he can’t.

I like the twist of butler dad encouraging him to leave, tho. (Usually whipping boy is abandoned or an orphan.)

Ep 12

OMG who eats shrimp when they are allergic to shellfish? for fuck’s sake.

Another white towel sponge bath? I take back what I said about lack of tropes.

I do love the tug and cuddle my human bolster pillow. It’s very sleepy entitled.

I am v bored by the parents buying the estate plot-line. I can’t decide if doctor lady is running a con or father and son are running a reverse con on her?

OOOO DRAMA!!!

The parents have died! Rain is missing! The doctor lady is indeed evil! Ohm has to act!

Oh fuck me not the amnesia trope.

I HATE THAT TROPE.

Okay, I gotta go to bed. I really tried. Had this been a normal length Thai BL I would have made it. But the rise of the amnesia trope did me in.

Tomorrow~

Ep 13 

I am glad Dad Butler is evil enough to recognize Dr. lady is also Evil. And we have a textbook soap opera definition hostile takeover. The evils go up against each other. 

We are in true Heirs level soap opera territory now. 

Someone is definitely going to be kidnapped soon. 

Ep 14 

This is my surprised face, the man allergic to shellfish, who still eats shrimp, goes wandering off into the forest with no survival skills when he has a brain injury. 

Fantastic. 

A time-lapse 3 months. 

Finally, the attack of the amnesia trope! 

I am so unhappy about this.

Ep 15 

We are moving into Bold & Beautiful level soap. 

The guys in the woods are still looking for Rain, still wearing exactly the same clothes that they’ve been wearing for 3 months. 

Apple boy, still eating apples and still talking to completely whacked out mother. I hate her. While Kim turns into a forgetful depressed rich recluse in the mountains. Now I understand why people got frustrated with this show. 

I feel like I read this as a really bad 70s romance novel, or maybe it’s meant to be like a Jane Eyre remake? 

Anyway, finally, our boys are reunited, but of course, amnesia trope. We hates it precious. All the friends have arrived. Or to be more precise all the incestuous faen fatals have arrived. 

Ep 16

After 3 months, one would have hoped the fencing boys had figured out their shit. I guess not. More evil fashion. 

I just can’t even. At least they took it off him fast. Wish it had gotten ripped in the process. 

Fencing boys now figuring everything out in the best way possible. 

This show keep surprising me with how high heat it is. 

Ep 17 

Magical, candy-colored comets. I just can’t with this show. Also… new crumbs. 

The refractory period on these rebound couples is as fast as the show is slow. Some weird monogamy mathematical principle must be in play. 

And it’s finally revealed that they are childhood sweethearts. 

OhmFluke do give good kiss. Fluke dose submission v well. 

In fact * waves hands airily about* good kisses all around. Well done cast! 

Also, and I am only admitting this to you people, but I totally have a fetish for CMNM and we NEVER get to see it, so thank you for this one, OMSN. 

Ep 18 

Good sex, bad plot. 

That’s my ultimate review of this show. (Which makes this kinda a runner up to KP to be honest) 

Look, I get that BL has rules that must be obeyed: 

boys must damsel off into the woods alone. 

boys must talk to their not-quite boyfriend while said bf is asleep, but he is never actually asleep. 

not one drop of rain is ever allowed to touch your boyfriend’s head because DOOM AWAITS 

Clear? OK. No I don’t understand why these rules exist either. I don’t make them, the BL gods do. 

Anyway OMSN is all over rule #1. 

Anyway, back to this damn show. Attempted kidnapping, and Kim has to save his boyfriend with a bow & arrow plus some arbitrary somersaulting in, what is this now? The Hunger Games BL? 

*ooo, wait a moment - KOREA make that happen! - where was i?* 

WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? 

THIS SHOW IS TOTALLY ON CRACK IN A WAY THAT, FRANKLY, EVEN YYY COULDN’T EMULATE. 

Look, my dumb new dictation software made that into all caps and I’m leaving it because it’s entirely appropriate.

Meanwhile, you can not do a close-up of a gun if it doesn’t have a trigger. I understand there are weird regulations in place but just do a further away shot OK? 

Oh look, it’s ABL’s Angels. 

Want to start a detective agency, pretty boys? I’ll be your voice in the box. You can have all the shower scenes you want. We could invite MaxTul? I’m sure they’d be game. (Frankly Manner of Death had a more cohesive plot than this.) 

We basically end on a pastiche of troops that the show didn’t manage to hit earlier: boys on bridges, a forehead kiss, back hugs, put a robe on him, and... 

How do I sum this up? 

I am left with mostly a profound feeling of confusion. Where did Dad Butler go? And yet I am also curiously satisfied. I mean, all the sex scenes were good. I don’t know how to rate this. Less annoying than LITA, not as boring as it could’ve been? Except that I was really quick on the fast forward button and skipped a ton of establishing shots. This was probably agony to get through if you watched it week-by-week, but it’s OK as a high-speed binge. 

What the hell?

7/10

Quick Pitch: 

Kim, a tsundere musician meets Sun, a sunshine transfer student with a weak heart. Also there’s a hot older brother + their household servant, and a couple of fencers for good measure. Initially this pretends to be a normal university BL, then it slips on wet tiles and falls right on trough multiple shower scenes into ludicrous soap opera territory leaving one with a sensation rather like trying to hold onto soap in a communal shower. Ultimately, everyone seems pretty happy they bent over, but no one actually got clean. 

Or should I say soap dishes? 

(source)

[ronearoundblindly]

The Dignity of His Choice (8)

[sorry for the delay, the majority of this chapter was hand-written and took a while to type up]

Badge, Part One (see previous or series)

gif by @justconfettiandsomeddew; dividers by @firefly-graphics

Summary: Steve's three months alone. (Warnings for annnngst)

“So I’m standing there—” Steve sniffs in the frigid, late-morning air “—ring in my pocket, praying she doesn’t touch me, though Lor’ knows I wouldn’a been that mad, and it nearly—” he grunts to heave the bucket of fresh water up the bank until a plateau “—scraps the whole plan.”

Steve laughs softly, climbing back up the mostly frozen ground to get a good handle on the bucket.

“‘Course, little did I know I’d of had just as much luck at that moment as the actual, planned version. Fireworks display. Two goons in the woods scaring the stuffin’ outta her. All that without me telling anyone.” 

He makes his way back to the cabin, coughing every now and then from the dry scratch of his throat. He had an asthma attack for the first time in almost a century last week, so he takes it slow on the steep terrain.

“Gah,” he huffs, pausing within view of his tiny, makeshift home of…he’s lost count of the days, honestly. “I’m surprised she even said yes.”

Steve gets the water inside, partially filling the wash basin first, but letting it all sit and warm slightly before he braves a drink. From his pocket he pulls out his compass, which he no longer needs to orient himself within a five-mile radius, and sets it beside the basin, open.

“You’d’a loved her, Pegs.”

When he first came here, Steve lamented never changing out the black and white photo of Agent Carter for yours. Long ago you swore up and down that it was crucial Steve keep reminders of his life—his whole life—all around, and you knew Peggy was a big part of that. So he kept the little token in place as a testament to how far he’d come. Now he’s glad. If he had changed the photo, if he spoke to you as if you were here, he’d have gone insane already.

Peggy is like the Howling Commandos; Steve knows she’s not here and she’s never coming back, but you… He needs to hope you’re coming back, or rather, that he’s going back to you. He doesn’t want scrambled memories of things he actually told you and things he muttered to an inanimate bit of tin clasped at his side, but it’s too quiet. He can’t say nothing for months on end.

Instead, he focuses on water, food, and fire.

His normal spot on the stream was too narrow and completely froze over a while ago, so it takes him more of the already shortened daylight hours to handle the water portion of survival. As for food, he’s somewhat unwillingly connected to his Irish roots while out here, finding and maintaining Bucky’s potato farm that exists in the crawl space below the cabin's floorboards. Steve found Megaspud early on, ate what he could, and used the rest for fertilizer. He maintains even a small fire (which luckily doesn’t produce light outside the cabin) in order to keep the ground beneath the structure from freezing.

To say Steve’s been ‘eating lean’ would be like saying people went on a fad diet during the Depression. His body shows it finally, after so long, though he’s by no means the skinny thing he used to be. The serum can’t maintain the bulk of his normal physique without more sustenance, and without all the help the serum can offer, his body reverts to some old habits. Hence, an asthma attack in winter on the tundra that took him by such surprise he had to dredge up memories of how to help himself without medical assistance. He did not miss how scary those things are. Not one bit.

Steve takes it easy. He hates it. He’s miserable, and even though the days are shorter, everything drags on and on and on.

He should be able to handle this.

He’s not. Not well at least.

He reminds himself every single sunrise that you are safe because he’s alone here without you. He reminds himself every single sunset that you are not alone even though he isn’t there with you.

Steve also reminds himself that he chose this—you did not—so he compresses all his discomfort, his annoyance, and his hopelessness into a pit in his stomach that likely weighs more than his actual body at this point.

He doesn’t talk to a photograph of you, and he tries so, so hard not to think of you too much because by now he can’t get Buck’s questions out of his head. What if you hurt yourself? What if you move on? What if you already—no. He just can’t.

There are only two ways nights go for Steve Rogers out in the woods: he dreams of you or he has horrible nightmares. One is both, your scream at his funeral. They are all equally painful, and he dreads sleeping. He just has nothing else to do.

He’s jolted awake by that mourning wail he’s memorized. It’s still dark. In the back of his mind, your cry is still dying out, and Steve can even feel the force of your breath at his neck as if you’re right behind him, matching in misery.

He sits up covered in a cold sweat that only gets colder. He suppresses another coughing fit because he still aims to keep quiet at night in case—

In case there are footsteps…

Which…there are.

He doesn’t move until he can hear the rhythm. It’s not an animal. The sounds are too heavy and clumsy.

Steve slides himself through the trap door to his potato farm and out the crawl space opening in the back corner. He know a particular path of roots and rocks, things that he can step on without crunching any snow.

He feels like an idiot. He didn’t grab Nat’s pistol, but he’s not used to reaching for a weapon, just his shield, and he only brought the one Wakandan mantle for himself from the quinjet. Taking both would have been too obvious.

Steve makes his way around the tree line carefully to see the approaching threat. The moonlight is strong enough to give him away to a trained eye. If they have infrared or night vision, Steve’s already made, but he operates as if not.

Two figures slowly move forward, no weapons that he can see. They don’t split up to flank the cabin.

Then they do stop, right in the middle of the open patch that could loosely be defined as a front yard. Strategically, that’s nonsensical, but Steve will take an opening to attack wherever he can.

All Steve hears is “give me hi—“ and he thinks they are arguing about who gets control of him first. Like hell if he’s been out here this long just to be taken prisoner, so he lunges straight for the smaller figure.

And then a hood falls down.

A gun goes up into his face.

The moonlight hits as the other figure turns to him.

This isn’t how it was supposed to go. You were never supposed to see him like this.

“What are you doing here,” Steve rasps to Bucky. The plan explicitly required no one ever find out about Buck’s cabin. He and Bucky agreed that Steve would just be brought home. “Why did you bring her?”

This is wrong. Steve’s not ready. He’s a wreck. He’s a shell of who he’s supposed to be, of who you remember, of who you deserve.

But you are here.

“Is it over?” He turns to Bucky, the gun lowering as his friend juts out his head toward the cabin. He’s grateful Buck takes the lead to get you inside because Steve’s suddenly all too aware of how baggy and dingy his layered sweaters are. He’s grown a beard, and his hair is long over his ears. His skin is probably paler than a ghost with a stripe of red sunburn across his cheeks. He’s dirty.

His shame and embarrassment take him over to the wash basin instead of you. He can’t look at your face in the smoldering firelight. Bucky sits you down and takes post at the window.

You’ve said nothing, not a single word, and since Steve is fixated on scrubbing the ingrained dirt off his face, he waits.

Bucky strides away from the window to whisper (proper super-soldier whispering that no human even an inch away could hear), “there was an incident. She had a knife.”

“What?” Steve’s voice is gruff, flat and disbelieving.

“Stark told me when I landed.”

Steve just falls at your feet, grasping at your hands, pulling the thick sleeves of your jacket back and over a watch, trying to find scars or bandages. “Keeps, what happened?”

He finally lifts his head to look you in the eye, and you stare, gaze flickering across all his changed features before landing down at his hands in yours.

“I wanted cake.”

It’s your voice. It’s so simple, just three words, and it is everything. It’s also—wait, cake?

Steve bursts out laughing, tipping backwards to sit on the floor, hands slapping over his mouth to smother the sound. He throws his arms wide and turns to Bucky. “She wanted cake,” he practically sings. His whole body shakes with amusement, his first real laugh in months.

Your brow creases in anger while he howls which only makes him happier, unfortunately. You’re so you, and he so loves you.

“Steven Grant Rogers.” 

You’re so stern; Steve just can’t help smiling up at you. You move to cup his face in both hands very tightly. He can tell how weak he is by how much he feels the pressure of your palms in his hollow cheeks.

You give his head a little shake, leaning forward to get close, eyes watery and glistening with unfallen tears. “Where the fuck have you been?”

A whiff of your shampoo hits him like a freight train. His heart races. That pit in his stomach starts to form its own gravitational field. He’s barely Steve Rogers.

“Hell, love.” He gently places his hands over yours. “I’ve been in hell.”

@im-a-slut-for-fluff @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @fangirl-swagg @georgeweaslysgirl @austynparksandpizza

[Next part]

[shadow-says-hello]

That Was Mine

Summary: Rare ate the last cookie at the water island bakery and now Water is mad

Ler!Water Lee!Rare (there’s a bit of lee Water at the end)

After a long day of performing, Water was getting real hungry. He was so ready to walk to the upgraded bakery and get the last giant cookie waiting for him.

Water had already made it clear that the last cookie was for him. He announced it to the whole island with his loud voice, and every monster understood.

Except for that one orange cheeky wubbox with a robotic voice and a giant turntable on his chest.

Rare.

And no more sweets were going to be baked that night on water island. As soon as Water saw Rare reaching for a cookie, Water ran to the bakery.

But apparently poor Water was a bit too late when he caught up to Rare, for Rare had already shoved the dessert into his mouth, chomping and then swallowing it.

The look of shock and devastation on Waters face made Rare giggle a bit.

“I SAID THAT WAS MINE!!!!” Water growled, stomping his anchor foot.

“Whoopsies” Rare covered his smile slightly with his hand. “I must’ve forgot.”

“Forgot?! FORGOT?!! I CLAIMED THAT COOKIE BEFORE THE PERFORMANCE. NOW I HAVE NO FOOD!!! IM GOING TO HAVE TO STARVE MYSELF TONIGHT!!!!” Water yelled, the whole island listening and then scurrying out of the way.

“Ihit wahas ahan ahahacident” Rare giggled.

“Oh, you think this is funny, don’t you? You think this is all a big joke, like I’m not mad at you at all and I’m going to let this slide? Well, I’ll give you something to laugh about.” Water hissed.

Water lifted the wubbox off the ground and began to make bubbles come out of his submarine looking hands, blowing the bubbles into Rare’s armpits.

“AH-HMMPH-WAHAHAIT!”

“Wait for what??? Excuses? Eating my cookie that I claimed was an accident??? I’m not nice, and won’t stop until I get a proper apology” Water dropped Rare’s legs and kept putting bubbles in his armpits, making the wubbox jump and squirm around.

“NAHAHAHO WAHAY!!!” Rare squealed.

“What’s the problem with apologizing? You did something wrong, it’s best if you own your mistakes, because I will just torture it out of you.”

“IHIT WAHASNT ME!”

“It wasn’t you? Really. Even if you want to give me an excuse give me a good one, I clearly saw you eating my cookie!!!” Water now held the wubbox’s chest and leaned to get to his the back of his knees.

“GAH! NOHOT THEHERE!!” Rare kicked, accidentally kicking Water’s shin.

“Yowch! Heyyyyy, that was rude!!!” Water put his hand on Rare’s core and made huge bubbles come out of his submarine hands, making it feel like Rare was getting raspberries.

“WHAHAT AHRE YOHOU DOHOING!!!?” Rare was sensitive to the bubbles.

“On water island, this is how we blow raspberries, sorry not sorry” Water grinned.

“IM GETTING YOU BACK FOR THIHIS!” Rare yelped.

“I’m not the one who’s in the wrong, buddy!”

“WEHELL YOHOURE GOHOING TOOHOO FAR!!!”

“Then apologize!” Water demanded.

“IHIM SOHORRYYYYYY!” Rare screamed as Water blew harder and bigger bubbles into his core.

“For what?”

“EAHTING THE LAHAST COOKIEEEE!!!”

Water stopped, patting Rare’s back and shoving the smaller orange wubbox away from him.

Rare turned around and pounced on Water, knocking him over, digging into his armpits.

“WAHAHAIT WHATS HAHAPPENING!!!??” Water squealed.

“Revenge is happening.”

“BUHUT IM NOHOT IN THEHE WROHONG!!!” Water screeched, thrashing and laughing at the top of his lungs.

“You’re lucky I can’t access your core, if I could, you’d be dying of laughter” Rare teased, prodding around the bars covering Water’s core, poking the core just a little bit but not being able to do so anymore when Water moved it to the back of his chest.

“HAHAH, GOHOOD FOHOR ME!” Water laughed.

“But I can always access your feet!!!” Rare moved down and grabbed one of Water’s squishy coral anchor foot, scribbling into the soft material.

Water let out a loud low pitched scream, sitting up and trying to knock Rare off of him.

“RAHARE IHI CAHANT!!!-”

“Take it like the big wubbox you are!” Rare giggled.

After a bit more tickling Rare finally let Water up, since he was starting to wheeze.

“I think there’s some more cookies on plant island, do you wanna come with me to get some over there?” Rare asked, dropping Water’s foot.

“Thahat wohould behe lovehely, thanks” Water stood up, the two wubboxes walking peacefully to Plant Island as if a giant tickle fight never broke out.

The enddddddd! <3

[countrymusiclover]

25 - Lockwood's Betrayal

Part 26

Her Life Means Everything

@mrs-fanfiction-2001 @the-big-bad-klaus

Blinking my eyes open I groaned rubbing the back of my neck seeing I am laying on someone else's bed. In a house that wasn't Nik's hearing someone entering the room. I gasped meeting the gaze of my friend. "Bianca, why the heck did you snap my neck?" I twisted my neck remembering when her brother did it to me. It is not a pleasant feeling.

"Because I know you wouldn't come with me after I tell you something…" She trailed off sitting on the foot of the bed.

Raising a brow at her I didn't understand what she was getting at. "Tell me what. What did you do?"

She takes my hand in hers slumping her shoulders explaining slowly. "After you told me you didn't care about my mother dying I called my brother. And there's witches who have been tracking him down so my brother can kill him-"

"Bianca what the hell. I should shove a stake into your chest!" Jumping to my feet my fangs dropped out clutching my hands into fists at my sides stepping away from her. "Because your brother tried to have me killed that night. So I turned it off…actually…" Vamping her against the wall with my hand wrapped around her throat choking her. "What gives you the right to come after the father of my children? Explain yourself before this ends badly!"

She clawed at my hand, suddenly changing the position since she was a hybrid, so she has more strength than me. I grunted baring my teeth at her wanting to snap her neck for this. "I'm doing this to protect you. The witches are afraid of your children that haven't even been born yet. But I told them it was Klaus who they wanted…don't fight me, Mads. This isn’t you…you're not like him!"

Locking eyes with her I slammed her backwards vamping downstairs heading for the front door but my body got thrown backwards hitting a barrier wall. Holding myself up on my elbows I groaned when she walked down the stairs where I slammed her into the wall now holding a piece of wood near her chest that I broke hitting the stairs. "Give me one good reason to not stake you near the heart because my switch keeps flipping and right now I choose - gah!" Dropping the stake I clutched my chest collapsing onto the ground in agony.

"Maddie, what's happening to you? Is it the twins?" She asked, trying to figure out what was causing me pain.

Jerking my head up the veins appearing underneath my eyes with the fangs spitting in her face. "Klaus….we're soulmates bonded. Call your brother off…because we can't be killed!"

Klaus's POV

Walking through the woods I have been in search of Maddie since she didn't come home last night. Camille the bartender said she saw her leave but nothing more. Pausing in my steps I clutched my hands into fists at who I saw in front of me. A little wolf from Mystic Falls. "Hello, Tyler. You look well! I aim to change that. Threatening a pregnant girl in order to exact revenge against me. I never expected you to sink so low! I admit, I'm impressed!"

"Used to hang out with you, I guess something must have rubbed off." He scoffed, stepping closer.

Shaking my head I mentioned Maddie's sister since he was dating her until I showed up. "What would Caroline say if she saw what you've become? Perhaps I'll ask her, when I call her to tell her of your demise."

"Whatever happens to me, Caroline's NEVER going to stop hating you!" He smiled, getting in a fighting stance. "Besides, if you hurt me then Maddie and my sister won't like you anymore. You'll lose your girl and be a terrible father."

Revealing my hybrid face I charged forward throwing him up in the air against a tree. "Come on, mate! Give it a bit more effort! I want to enjoy myself." But before I thought Tyler would fight me he vamped away. I did so enjoy the thrill of a chase.

"You've grown bloodthirsty. Perhaps it's best your mother didn't live to see you like this, hahahahaha!" I cackled right before Tyler shoved a stake into my chest making me groan. Then I managed to grab him by his throat holding him against a tree.

Tyler bares his teeth getting in my face. "Do it! You're never gonna break me! Only thing you can do is kill me, so go on! Go on, get it over with!"

Bending my head I chuckled through a smirk. "Ahhh, you want me to end your suffering, don't you, hmm? I did break you! Took everything from you, and now you're begging me to sweep away the shards of your shattered little life." Looking him over I debated on killing him but he had a point. Maddie would hate me for it. "Death offers more peace than you deserve. It's better to let you live. And each morning, you will wake knowing your wretched existence continues only by my will. Now go, and live the rest of your days knowing that you are NOTHING to me." Once he was compelled I left him alone hearing my phone going off in my pocket.

"Nik, Maddie came from Bianca's and now she is leaving a trail of dead bodies up and down Bourbon Street." Rebekah declared through the phone where I groaned, hanging up and vamping towards where she was.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[thedawningofthehour]

Gah- Every time your fic updates I scream at my friends “gUYS THE TABLE FIC UPDATED GUYS” and summarize the whole story every time -

The chapters always hit so hard I hope it never ends- Anyways uh these are questions people probably asked but 1. Who’s ur fav TMNT character overall? 2. HOW DO YOU WRITE SO GOOD-WHEN DID YA START WRITING?

also if you ever make a playlist- the first song that reminded me of doth was Angel Wing Paradise and I don’t even know why

I'm still floored by the fact that you kids talk to your friends about fanfiction. When I was in high school you did not admit to reading or writing fanfic lol. The only thing we'd admit to was reading My Immortal, and then literally just to make fun of it. Don't get me wrong-it's a good surprise! I'm glad that you guys feel like you can be more open about that kind of thing now. It's all very silly in retrospect, isn't it? Fanfiction isn't anything to be ashamed of.

Favorite TMNT character is Donnie, hands down. My favorites shift depending on the iteration but Donnie is always in my top two.

Well, I started publishing fanfiction when I was thirteen and I'm twenty-eight now. And even before that, I was writing little handwritten stories in notebooks I was supposed to be using for class. My best friend and I would sit at a table during our after-school program and read each other's work. It was all terrible, obviously-I remember the big thing she was working on for a while was a dark retelling of Thumbelina, and this was before dark retellings were a thing. But we were having fun.

I also went to college for this, but I'm going to be honest with you guys. I think it did more harm than good. The literature classes, yeah those are important, (except for the fact I had to read The Lottery FIVE DIFFERENT TIMES) but I got very poor responses from my professors for my writing classes. I don't mean to imply that I can't take critique and sometimes it was very valid, (like in my poetry class-I suck at poetry, I know it, I fucking hate writing poetry) but for the most part it felt like they were just mad that I wasn't a complete beginner. No shit, these were 2000, 3000 level classes and the assignments would be something like 'write something that demonstrates a rising action.' Yeah we learned about that in the fourth grade. I'm paying money for this. But it did really fuck with my self-esteem and I ended up not writing much for a few years.

(I will not show you guys the account I had at thirteen but if you ever feel discouraged by your own writing-trust me, it was BAD. I kept writing and I got better. That's the only way you'll ever improve)

The song in question:

I can see why it reminds you of this fic. Not really my taste, but we'll see what everyone else thinks.

[magma-queen]

Did someone ask for Lee!Gabe?? No?? Well, you’re getting him anyway! Enjoy!

“Ugh.. I’m beat..” Gabe groaned, throwing himself into Hank’s couch. “Thanks for letting me crash here for the night, big guy.”

The specialist smiles at him, and sits down next to him. “It’s no problem, Gabe. I know how hard you’ve worked today. If you drove yourself home, you might have gotten into a crash.”

“Nahhh, I wouldn’t have let that happen. Resurgam needs me, after all. Even though Eisha doesn’t really seem to think so…” He muttered out that last part.

“Huh?” Hank looked at him. “What do you mean? What did the chief say to you?”

Gabe’s face flushed pink. “Uh.. don’t worry about it, Hank. It’s just some personal shit going on between her and I.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, Hank. I’m sure. Can we.. drop that, please?”

He backed off, not wanting to make his friend mad. “Of course, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it, big guy. I’ll get over it. But.. thanks for your concern.”

Hank didn’t like the silence that followed that sentence. He knew that something the chief said really bothered him, and he knew that almost nothing bothered Gabriel Cunningham.

“And thank you, again, for letting me spend the night here.” He smiles.

“Aw, it’s no problem, Gabe, you’re always welcome here!” Hank laughs, nudging his side with his elbow.

The diagnostician makes a sudden squeak noise upon contact. “Hank!”

“Huh? Oh- I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” Hank asked, completely oblivious to the fact that the squeak Gabe made was not in a painful tone.

“N-No- No you didn’t hurt me.. you uh- you just startled me.”

The specialist looks at his friend, and sees the embarrassed flush on his face. “Gabe, are you..”

“D-don’t you finish that question-!”

He looked even more suspicious now.

“…Ticklish?”

“N-No! I’m not tick-GAH!” He was tackled to the other end of the couch by the stronger man. “H-Hank! Big guy, c’mon! I’m tired and not in the mood for- g-gahahahahames!!!” He started to giggle when Hank gently tickled his ribs. “Hahahahahahank!!!”

He just smiles as he continues the gentle tickles. “So.. you’re NOT ticklish? What’s so funny then, Gabe?” He teases, going up and down his ribs like a piano.

“Bwahahahahahah-! St-Stahahah- Stahahahahap ihihihihit!!” Gabe squealed, twisting side to side to get away from his playful coworker.

“Hmmm.. I don’t think so. Let’s see where else you’re ticklish.” Hank grabs a hold of one of Gabe’s legs and attacks the back of his knee.

“GACK-! Hahahahahahahahah- HAHAHAHAHAHNK!!”

Hank cackled along with him. “Hmm, what do we have here? Don’t squirm so much, Gabriel! Let the doctor do his job! I’m trying to check the bones in your leg!”

“Nohohohohohoho yohohohou’re nahahahahat!!” The diagnostician squawked, trying to wiggle his leg out of Hank’s grip. “Yohuhuhuhuhu jeheheheherk- KAHAHAHAHAH!!”

That’s when Hank found his hips.

“Oh? Bad spot?” Hank teased, squeezing Gabe’s hips.

“STAHAHAHAP-! STOHOHOP STOP STOP!! IHIHIHIHI GIHIHIHIVE UHUHUHUP-!” The black haired man cackled, head thrown back and mirthful tears pouring out of his eyes. His cheeks were flushed a warm shade of pink.

Hank went to his sides. He wasn’t done yet. “Hehe, okay, noted. Hips are a sweet spot.”

“HAHAHANK!! Stahahahahahp tihihihihickling mehehehe!!”

“Tell ya what.. I’ll stop tickling if you tell me what the chief said to you today that made you so upset. Deal?”

“Hahahahahah- ihihihit’s nahahaht evehehehen a bihihihig dehehehal, bihihihig guy!” He complained, struggling to get away, the bigger surgeon was too strong for him.

“Alright, Gabe.. have it your way.” Was the last thing he heard before all hell broke loose, and Hank crept his fingers into his armpits.

“BWHAHAHAHAHAHAH-! NAHAHAHAHAH- NAHAHAHT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!” Gabe shrieked, wiggling even more. “HAHAHAHAHANK!!! PLEHEHEHASE!!! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHE PIHIHIHIHITS!!!”

“Whohohoa-!” This shocked the bigger man. “Ahh, so this is the killer spot, huh? Good to know.” He chuckles, dodging Gabe’s flailing and punching. “You going to give up now? Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

Gabe finally broke, and threw up the white flag. “OKAHAHAHAHAY!!! OHOHOHOKAHAHAHAHY!! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!!!!IHIHIHI’LL TEHEHEHELL YOU!! JUHUHUHUST PLEHEHEHEHEASE- STAHAHAHAHAHP!!” He wheezed.

With that, Hank ceased his tickle attack and let his friend fall back on the couch, giggling and panting.

“Yohuhuhuhu… are such.. ahahahan ahahahass..” Gabe giggled out, trying to recompose himself. “That was.. totally unfair, big guy..”

Hank only smiled innocently at the other man, fighting back laughter as he watched the diagnostician royally pout at him.

“Alright, out with it, Gabe. Or..” He wiggles his fingers at him. “We’ll start round 2. I know which spots to tickle this time.

“N-No! No no! I’ll talk!” He panicked, then sighed. “It’s.. it’s stupid, Hank.. but.. I pissed off Eisha for the millionth time and she made an offhand comment about how RONI would be an excellent replacement for me, since it’s ‘smarter and more talented’ than I am… that… she could replace me in a heartbeat…”

Hank was speechless, he didn’t know what to say. “Gabe… I don’t think the chief really meant that… She was probably just heated.”

“Oh, no? You try talkin’ to her, then! I’m just.. so SICK of having to prove myself to her. Nothing I do in my work is good enough for her! I don’t care if she’s my boss, she can kiss my ass!”

“Okay, okay..” The bigger man tried to calm him down. “Breathe..”

He covers his face with his hands, trying not to show Hank that he was starting to cry.

Gabe NEVER cries.

“G-Gabriel? Are you.. crying-“

“N-No!!” He shouted in his hands.

Hank took his wrists and gently pulled them away from his face. “Yes, you are. Gabe… come here.”

“H-huh-? Hm!”

Hank pulled him into a very tight hug. That’s when he lost his composure once more, and began sobbing.

“C’mon, this isn’t like you.. *hug* Please, don’t cry. I can’t stand when my beloved friends cry.”

“I’m- I’m sorry. I- Heh.. kind of lost my cool there..” He chuckles, wiping his tears away. “D-Don’t worry, I’m fine now.”

“Gabe.. c’mon now. It’s alright to cry. I won’t make fun of you. You’re my friend. Just let it out.”

His eyes started to water up again. “N-N-No I- *sniffle* Wh-why did she have to say that to me??” He sobbed, hugging his friend back. “I’m trying, damn it!”

“Hey, it’s alright.. it’s okay.” The specialist was baffled. He had never seen his friend like this. He never cries. What Eisha said must’ve really gotten to him.

They sat there for a good while. Hank did his best to calm his friend down and comfort him.

“You alright, Gabe?”

“Y-yeah.. *sniffle* I’m alright. Thanks, big guy..”

He smiles. “Hey, anything for a friend. I’ll even go with you tomorrow to talk to the chief.”

“You’d really do that?”

“Of course!” He laughs, pulling Gabe closer.

Gabe smiles, leaning back into the couch. “Thank you, Hank.”

“No problem.”

He was really grateful to have such a good friend by his side.

[midnightmoonkiss]

Bunny Lingerie.

Bunny! Pro Hero! Midoriya Izuku X Fem! Bunny! Reader

Summary: The day of love prompts you to wear something new. Works out well enough!

WARNINGS!: Nsfw, Dom!Deku, mentions of breeding (’cuz bunny sex), squirting, doggy style, overstimulation

Category: Smut

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Happy Valentines Day! I rewrote this twice lmao. >.<

Just To Clarify:

You’re both adults

You’re both bunny-human hybrids (bunny ears, tails, noses(?), mindset)

You live together

It’s Valentines Day

Tag List: @coupsieddori @desia2 @brithedemonspawn

If you’d like to be added or removed please lmk!

Inhaling deeply, you gave yourself a final lookover in the full-body mirror standing tall in your shared bedroom.

You were nervous, anxious, so much so your ears were pressed flat against your head, body trembling, goosebumps forming on your skin.

This was the first time you’ve ever worn lingerie.

Sure, you couldn't deny that.. It made you feel pretty, but it also made you feel.. so terribly exposed. Your tummy and legs were completely bare!

It was a simple red baby-doll styled two piece, a thong with a shiny red bow in front. You looked like one of those fancy valentines day heart chocolate boxes with a fake bow tying it together.

An open invitation to be unwrapped and devoured without care.

The mere thought made you shiver in delight, bunny tail wagging likr a dog. It was exciting.

But you were still nervous.

How would he react upon seeing you?

Would he like it?

You hoped he would, considering this was the cutest piece in the store that fit your personality well enough. Besides, he liked cute things.

He always did. You knew he was up to no good whenever he’d whisper about how cute you were, once bright green eyes darkened to a lustful jade. Lust always made him look even more handsome.

But alas. Valentines Day hasn't been this nerve wracking since the first one you celebrated together over two years ago.

The day was about love, and you completely showered each other in it today.

Waking up to a delicious breakfast, a box of chocolates and roses, a cute date, hand in hand as you walked down the snow covered sidewalk, little kisses on the cheeks and bashful smiles when others awed at the two of you.

You just got home from dinner nearly a half hour ago, it was pure luck that Izuku, your generous boyfriend, decided he was going to go out to the store real quick for some snacks and a movie so you two could have a movie marathon to end the day with.

He liked to snuggle, to cover you in his scent so other horny rabbits would stay away.

Little did he know, you had other not-so innocent plans first.

The bed was sprinkled in rose petals, white lights turned off so your LED lights could wrap the room in a soft red glow. Dim, not dark. 

Scentless red tea-light candles were scattered around the bedroom, and you were the centerpiece.

It’s not as if you hadnt had sex with him before, you were both bunnies after all- it was inevitable, it’s just… this was new territory. But you wanted to make this day special, or as special as you could.

He’s been so good to you, how could you not want to do this for him? You just.. prayed he liked it.

The sound of the heavy front door opening and closing, paired with his familiar voice and scent flooding the apartment, made you jump.

“(Y/N)? I’m home..!”

Shuttered breath, you shuffled backwards to the bed.

What was the pose you practiced again?

Your heart was racing with every loud step he took closer to the shut bedroom door.

“Sweetie?” He called out, the sound of shuffling bags muffled by the oak bedroom door.

Despite how nervous you were, you still bit your lip in excitement.

How would he react?

Scooting your ass further up the bed, you adjusted yourself so that you were sitting on your knees, legs spread apart to show off that red bow. Leaning forward ever so slightly, you rested your hands in front of you.

All that was left to do was wait.

Ears still pressed backwards from nerves, you had a hard time not wiggling in your position.

Until finally, the door creaked open slowly.

You couldn't help but pout upon seeing him, hoping he’d like it.

Though you nearly laughed when his ears shot up suddenly from surprise, slapping so loudly against the top of the door frame you feared he hurt himself.

“Fuck..” He whispered under his breath upon seeing you sitting on the bed, waiting for him. Before you could even ask him if he was alright, the door was already shut and he was in front of you.

“Baby..” His breathing was irregular, nose twitching as his cold fingers traced up your exposed thighs, taking in the outfit you wore for him.

You shivered under his touch, tail wiggling. “Do you.. like it?” You were still shy, despite his obvious enjoyment.

“I love it honey... fuck.. You look so hot, (Y/N)..” He stuttered, caught up in his head as his cheeks flushed, highlighting his freckles and sharp jaw.

The praise made you whine, head turning away as your eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment. Your cheeks were burning, the feeling of his eyes drinking you only making your panties wet.

“Aht, aht, aht,” He chided, “Don’t look away from me baby,” Large, scarred hand cupped your warm cheek, turning your face back towards him. His knee pressed against the bed with a squeak as he leaned down to capture your lips in a reassuringly sweet kiss.

You quickly melted into it, nervousness washing away as your tongues danced passionately together, the taste of chocolate making you suck lewdly on his tongue. His deep moan made you smile against him. Large hands smoothed down your body, gripping your ass cheeks and pulling you deeper into a kiss, moan escaping you involuntarily.

He fiddled around with the outfit as your lips continuously met, feeling you up and brushing against your exposed sensitive places.

“Izuku..” You whispered as you broke apart for a second to breath.

You could hear his own tail wagging as it brushed noisily against his shorts, you could feel how turned on he was as his harded crotch brushed against your thigh.

The fact that he desired you as much as you wanted him to made you float to cloud nine.

“Gah!” You cried out as you were suddenly pushed back against the bed, legs slipping out from under you as you stared up at his large frame towering over your much smaller body.

His unruly curly green curls framed his handsome face as red lights kissed his scarred, freckled skin, mixing with the yellow of the candles scattered around the room. The look in his eyes made you writher beneath him, it was as if you were a piece of meat he was going to eat.

Despite those long ears that scream rabbit, he always made you feel like a wolf's prey in bed. Defenseless.

You clit throbbed as you stared helplessly up at him, smirk on his lips while he took his shirt off, revealing the rippling muscles beneath that you just wanted to lick.

“Oh bunny,” he purred, let’s have some fun.”

A dark chuckle rumbled in his chest, body burning with desire as he stared down your vulnerable body, wide, innocent (E/C) eyes meeting his hungry gaze.

Adjusting his position, he put all his weight on his legs, rough palms feeling your warm body up again.

You were just so beautiful in his eyes, and in this lighting? You were like a succubus that he got to have all to himself.

He wanted nothing more than to taste you, his patience was always what destroyed you.

Hands on top your breasts that were squished down by gravity, his thumbs circled around your nipples, pulling at the sensitive flesh through the red fabric, watching in delight as your back arched ever so slightly to press further into his familiar touch.

Your smaller hands fell atop his own, the size different making him lick his lips.

You truly were so cute. Especially with that face you were making from him just playing with your perky buds.

Eyebrows pinched and eyes shut, soaking in the moment.

Yeah, he was going to drown you in his love tonight.

Watching you fall apart, scream his name, the look on your angelic face as you came hard just for him - it was so addicting. And for you to wear this sexy piece of fabric, leaving parts of yourself to his overactive imagination and highlighting others that made him mad with desire? It made his cock throb in his shorts, close to drooling at just how perfect you looked. All for him, no less.

Yes. You were his. His perfect little bunny.

When his hands moved from your breasts, you peaked an eye open, watching as he climbed off the bed and sat down on his knees.

“Wh-? Izu-? - aH!” A shrill shriek tore from your throat as his hands grabbed your spread legs and yanked your lower half towards him, flimsy piece of red fabric doing next to nothing to hide how utterly turned on you were.

“So wet for me..” He whispered to himself, thumbpad running across your clothed slit.

“I-Izu! D-Don’t say such things..”

He always seemed to nose that filter of his whenever he was turned on, that sweet boy being replaced by a true beast.

“Mmm? Why not?” 

Hand gripping your thigh, he lifted your leg just to press little kisses dangerously close to your clothed self, teasing you as his hot breath fanned over you.

Izuku’s green gaze was sharp yet teasing as he stared up at your flushed self, your own hands gripping the pure white sheets to ground yourself. 

“I-I…”

You gulped, ears flopping down as embarrassment burned your soul, “I don’t- Nnn!”

Your head flung back against the soft mattress when his tongue pressed down hard against the area where he just knew your pretty little clit was, circling around it through the fabric you soon found annoying and wished he would just tear off with his teeth.

He shoved your legs down against the mattress when you bucked against his face, muscules bulging, spreading your legs even further apart and completely exposing yourself to him, thong doing barely anything to cover you.

You sweet scent flooded his senses, all he could smell was you and god he loved it.

“Now, now, darling. You just lay there and look pretty for me, okay?” He shot you a cheeky smile, one he always wore on television. It highlighted the single dimple on his right cheek, and made him seem all the more dangerous.

A wolf in a rabbits clothing if anything.

You couldn't control your own wagging tail peeking out below your ass, your excitement on display for him.

How cute.

“You know,” He began, laughing to himself, “It’s like I’m opening a box of chocolates,” toying with the ribbon on the front of the thong before moving the fabric to the side so your bare pussy was on display.

“I bet you taste just as sweet.”

You didn't even have time to be embarrassed before his tongue licked you up.

“A-AaAh!!” You grip on the sheets tightened, head pressing further back into the bed as he devoured you like a bloodthirsty animal. He was one, in a way.

His hot tongue was firm, just what you needed.

Every time he got close to your throbbing clit, he’d move back down, licking up the juices he found so delicious.

“M-mm! Izuku..! H-haaAh!”

To say you were turned on was an understatement, you were practically a faucet.

There was something so alluring about being completely and utterly dominated by someone you loved so much, you wanted more.

Your hips twitched with every move his tongue made, grip on your thighs firm as he held you in place.

The vibrations from his own moans sent shockwaves down your body, and the second his sweet lips finally wrapped around your begging clit your back arched completely off the bed.

The sensation was so sweet, you couldn't help but grab onto his large green ears as he licked around and sucked on your little bundle of nerves.

A growl tore from his throat, pulling your body impossibly closer to him, pussy pressed against his face, aggressively licking you up like a melting ice cream in the sweetest way possible.

His thick fingers were plunging into your clenching hole before you even knew it, curling against that spongy spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling back in your head and squirting on his lower face.

This only made him eat you out more enthusiastically, you were so damn hot to him.

Your fuzzy tail tickled his hand as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, a squelching noise filling the room alongside wet clicks and pornographic moans.

Your cries of blissful pleasure bouncing around the room dark had him drooling as he watched in a trance as your body shook from his own doing. Your clit rested against the tip of his tongue, throbbing, as he watched you, getting lost in your sound and from how wet you were as his fingers fucked in and out of you.

You were so tight.

So good.

He wanted to fuck you right now. 

Wanted to bury his large cock deep inside you.

You looked so sexy...so, so sexy in this outfit.. It was so cute and innocent.. So perfect for someone as cute as you.. And yet he wanted to ravage you like a feral beast, he wanted your breasts to bounce out of the flimsy bra as his hips slammed into yours. He wanted you.

Today was a day about love, and he wanted to love you sweetly, but his hormones were raging inside of him, and you calling out his name for more, tugging on his sensitive ears that had his hips bucking into this air.. It didn’t help.

He could feel himself slipping, animalistic nature taking over his senses.

He wanted to fuck you so good you couldnt think straight, fill you to the brim with his hot cum until your belly bulged.

That constant need to mate that male rabbits had… he’d be lying if he said he didn’t have it too, despite trying his best to put on an innocent face outside of the bedroom. He was a gentleman, but a horny one right now who wanted his girlfriends sweet pussy wrapped around his aching cock.

His body worked on autopilot, bringing you to a quick orgasm and then shoving your body up the bed.

You cried out in surprise, nerves on fire after just cumming, vision blurry with pleasureful tears.

He practically tore off his shorts and underwear, beautiful looking cock springing free and dripping with a copious amound of precum.

“I want you, all of you..” He groaned, pawing at your body as he flipped it over, your knees pressing into the soft mattress as he spread your lower lips from behind.

“Baby, please..” His head dropped down to the crook of your neck, soft ears brushing against your cheek as he left wet, open mouth kisses along your nape and neck, nibbling against sensitive skin and sucking a quick hickey. “Let me have you..”

His hot cock rubbed against your dripping cunt as he grinded against you, his tip kissing at your puffy clit.

“Please, Izuku.. Please fuck mM-mMMH! Haa!”

Tears poured down your cheeks as he slammed into you, bottoming out immediately and barely giving you a minute to adjust before pulling out and slamming back into you.

Not that your delirious self gave a shit.

He felt so good.

So fucking big.

He filled you up so good, dick pressing against all the right places deep inside you.

You could feel your own liquids dripping down your thighs, ears lax and tail straining as you sink into the feeling of being fucked raw.

“Shit!” He grunts, grip on your hips so tight as he plowed into you that you swore there would be bruises there tomorrow. His thick cock slams in and out of you, mixing up your insides and drawing you closer and closer to yet another soul shattering, mind numbing orgasm.

“M-mmore! Z-zu!! H-aAAH! AH!” 

The loud slap of wet skin against echos around the room, the bed creaking with every powerful movement he made, mattress moving along with the two of you only adding to the intense feeling deep inside you.

“Gonna make you f-feel so good.. Hnnn!” His words slurred, mind swirling with animalistic desires. All he could think about was filling you to the brim with his seed and making you cum all over him and the bed.

His hips snapped into you at an inhuman pace, like a bunny, ears standing at full attention as his eyes focused on the way your pussy sucked his cock back in with each thrust.

Snapping, he shoved your upper body down into the sheets, holding you in place as green sparks licked at his skin.

Multiple colors collided in the room as his quirk pumped into his veins, fucking you so good and so quickly that you came immediately with a shrill cry of pleasure, vision going black as stars bursts in your vision, the sensation of pissing yourself making you clench around him as you squirted all over the bedsheets below.

“H-HaAH! DEKU!” Your body jerked uncontrollably as you cried out his hero name that made him moan. He continued to fuck you like a sex-crazed rabbit in a rut, practically breeding you as you body buzzed with pleasure.

“You take me so well..! (Y-Y/N)..! You’re so fucking tight!” The praise slipped past his spit slick lips before his mouth was snapped shut, snarling as you walls hugged him like a warm, soul sucking vice, pulling you possessively closer to his muscular body.

His cock slammed relentlessly into you, upper body soon coming to press down on your own so he could slip a hand between your spread legs, rubbing circles around your puffy clit. The sensation made your head spin, accidentally causing you to squirt all over his hand like a filthy slut.

“C-Cumming!” He moaned, body freezing as his cock twitched violently inside your clenching pussy.

His cum truly did fill you to the brim, the sensation of hot ropes coating the inside of your walls nothing short of addictive. You swore you could cream just from the feeling.

His loud moans made you squeeze even tighter around him. “F-fuck me, fuck me!” You sobbed, wanting more and more. All that he could give and then some.

You didnt care how sore you’d be tomorrow, all you could think about was having him fuck you through the night, bringing you to the brink of insanity in this silky red lingerie.

Truly, you were rabbits. Both already ready for round two.

Sure, Izuku was a bunny, but he sure as hell didn’t act like it with how he sinks his teeth into your skin, marking you up possessively. Nor did he submit like one.

By the end of the night, you both were passed out on the bed, cuddling, covered in each others cum and hearts full of love as your body leaked his white seed.

Yeah, you should buy more lingerie.

[intheticklecloset]

My Hero Academia Sentence Starters #61-70

A collection of the MHA sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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61) Lee Shinsou, Ler Deku

“If you give it back I might stop tickling you.” Deku had Shinsou straddled from behind, his fingers hooked into the dip of his hips, making the poor purple-haired boy screech and thrash and laugh his guts out, pounding the floor.

“I DOHOHOHOHON’T HAHAHAHAHAVE IT ANYMOHOHOHOHORE!!”

This only served to make Deku tickle harder. “Then where did you put it?”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Dear god, who knew Izuku had it in him to be so ruthless?! Shinsou felt like he was going to die laughing if he didn’t stop soon. “LEHEHEHEHET ME GO!! I’LL GEHEHEHEHEHET IT BAHAHAHAHAHACK I PROMISE!!”

“The issue is that you took it in the first place.” Deku had to work to make his voice sound cold, but from his position behind Shinsou it was easy to let his big smile free. He was enjoying playing with his friend this way. “What were you thinking?”

“I WAHAHAHAHANTED TO MEHEHEHEHESS WITH YOU!! I’M SOHOHOHORRY!!”

“Oh? Well, you got what you wanted, didn’t you? And since you messed with me, now I’m going to mess with you.” Deku settled himself in further, never letting up on what he knew was his friend’s death spot. He smirked, unable to help the slight playfulness that entered his tone as he said, “I think this is a fair punishment for stealing my favorite All Might hoodie. Don’t you, Shinsou?”

“PLEASE, MIDORIYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Shinsou was practically crying, he was laughing so hard. “STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! I’M SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!!”

“Don’t worry, I’m not really mad. Unless you actually ruined it?”

“I DIHIHIHIHIHIHIDN’T!! I JUST HID IT I SWEHEHEHEHEAR!!”

Deku chuckled, finally letting up on his deadly assault. “Then you have five minutes to get it back to me before I really punish you for taking it in the first place.”

*

62) Lee Sero, Ler Todoroki

“You scared me!” Sero gasped, clutching one hand to his chest. He was pinned against the wall with Todoroki standing right in front of him. Moments before his boyfriend had had a crazy look in his eyes, but now those same eyes were all smiles and mischief. “Don’t do that again!”

“Sorry,” Todoroki chuckled. “I was just trying to fluster you.”

“There are better ways to do that,” Sero muttered.

Todoroki scribbled his fingers against his belly without warning. “Like tickling?”

“Gahk! Pfft – wahahahahahait!” Sero squealed, squirming against the wall. “No fahahahahair!”

“What? This is flustering, isn’t it? And far less scary.”

“I dohohohohohon’t know about thahahahahat!”

“Ah, well.” Todoroki moved up to his ribs. “I guess I can’t win every time.”

“Stahahahahahap!” Sero pleaded, curling up as best he could while still on his feet. “You jeheheheherk – you’re luhuhuhuhuhucky I’m so nihihihihice!”

“Oh?”

“Not everyohohohohone would l-lehehehehet you tickle thehehehem!”

“You’re right.” Todoroki smiled genuinely, pulling Sero into a tickly hug, fingers teasing his waistline now. “I’m lucky you’re so willing to be my victim.”

“Your whahahahahahahat?! Hohohohohold on—”

Todoroki chuckled. “Relax. I’ll stop once you say the safe word. You may not realize you haven’t actually said it yet.”

Sero whined through his giggles, flushing red. “Jeheheheheherk.”

“Only for you, babe.”

*

63) Lee Bakugou, Ler Kirishima

“You’re awfully cocky for someone who’s so ticklish,” Kirishima muttered.

Bakugou nearly tripped over his own feet. He clutched his coffee cup hard, nearly popping the lid and spilling the hot liquid all over his hand. “What?”

Kiri glanced at him, saw how flustered he’d become so quickly, and smirked. “I said, you’re really cocky for someone so ticklish. Don’t you think you should choose your words more carefully? Especially around someone so prone to tickling you into submission?”

“I – I don’t submit to anyone!” Bakugou shouted, storming on ahead, ears red as tomatoes.

Kiri smirked and trailed lazily after him.

Later that morning, once they’d retired to Kiri’s dorm room for a quick study session, the redhead came up behind Bakugou and wrapped his arms around his waist, kissing his neck. “Hey.”

Bakugou’s heart raced. He loved when Kiri kissed his neck like that. “Hey.”

“Remember what I said to you earlier?”

“About what?”

Kiri curled his fingers inwards, tickling the blonde’s ribs while still holding him close. “About you being so ticklish.”

“GAH!! Kiri nahahahahahahahaha!” Bakugou had no hope of stopping the giggles that poured out of him. He twisted and squirmed and tried to grab his boyfriend in retaliation, but Kirishima merely hardened his body and then pushed him over to the bed, shoving him face-first onto the mattress and drilling deep into his weak spot. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! YOU JERK, I HAHAHAHAHATE YOU!!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Kiri grinned as he settled in, enjoying his boyfriend’s screaming laughter. “I love you, too.”

*

64) Lee Deku, Ler Shinsou

“You’ve been sitting here so much, you’ve got dust on yourself,” Shinsou teased, waving his feather duster over Deku’s neck and ears from behind.

“EEEK!!” Deku squealed, shooting up out of his chair and whirling around, dropping his textbook on the floor.

For a moment, there was total silence.

Then Shinsou grinned wickedly. “Oh?”

“I – I know what you’re thinking,” Deku stammered, already backing away. “And I wouldn’t recommend it!”

“Why? Too ticklish?”

“No!”

Shinsou lunged, waving his feather duster at his boyfriend, who shrieked and scrambled to the door. “Get back here!”

“No!”

Bam. Shinsou chuckled as Deku stopped dead in his tracks, body going limp.

“Midoriya~” He hummed. “Be a dear and lay down on the floor for me.”

Deku obeyed. Shinsou climbed on top of him, grabbing his arms and pulling them down so he could sit on them, pinning his boyfriend effectively before releasing his hold on his mind. He enjoyed the look of confusion followed by panic when his partner realized what had happened.

Shinsou waved his feather duster teasingly. “Gotcha.”

“Y-You – you cheated!” Deku cried moments before he found himself sputtering and giggling and trying in vain to scrunch up his shoulders as the plumes of the duster brushed over his ears, neck, and cheeks, tickling him lightly. “Tohohohohoshi! Nohohohohohoho!”

“Toshi yes~” Shinsou smiled. “You’ve been hard at work all day. I think it’s about time you took a break and let your mind relax.”

Deku whimpered, but truthfully, he was grateful for the reprieve. “Meheheheeheanie…”

“You’ll thank me later.” The duster brushed under his chin, drawing another squeal. Shinsou felt his heart skip a beat at the sound. “My ticklish little Izuku.”

*

65) Lee Kaminari, Ler Bakugou

“What happens if I tickle you…here?” Bakugou honed in on a spot just to the left of Denki’s belly button, smiling in surprised satisfaction when he actually got a squeak and some light giggles. “Oh? Wasn’t expecting that, sparks.”

Denki pressed his lips together, trying to muffle his mirth for all of five seconds before Bakugou found the same spot on the other side of his belly button, and the electric blonde absolutely melted at the touch, snickering quietly.

“You like this spot?” Bakugou teased, digging in a little more.

Denki whined. “Nohohohohot so hahahahahard.”

Bakugou lightened the pressure, intrigued when his friend’s face flushed bright pink and his giggles seemed to never want to stop. All from the softest of touches. “Fascinating. This a fluff spot?”

“Yehehehehehehes.” Denki crossed his arms over his face, purposely exposing himself even more to the light tickling. He squirmed a little. “Gohohohohohod, I lohohohohohohove this.”

Bakugou bit his lip to keep from saying something snarky. It was obvious that his friend was having a blast being tickled right now. Despite himself, he didn’t want to end that by being his usual smart-aleck self. Instead he mused, “How long can you take it, I wonder?”

“Forehehehehever.”

“Forever is a long time.” Bakugou chuckled. “Want to see if you actually can?”

Denki looked at him, his eyes hopeful. “Wohohohohould you?”

“Yeah, why not?” The atomic blonde settled in, smirking. “I torture you all the time. I can be nice just this once.”

*

66) Lee Kirishima, Ler Bakugou

“I’ve never heard you squeal like that!” Bakugou laughed. He gripped Kiri’s wrists and leaned down to blow another raspberry into the crook of his neck. “I want to hear it again!”

“Nonono – Katsuki, plehehe-HEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Kiri shrieked, laughter being ripped from him uncontrollably with the placement of another raspberry right where his neck was most ticklish. Of course Bakugou had found that spot. Of course he had. “GEHEHEHEHEHET OFF!!”

“You’re so cute when you’re panicked like this,” Bakugou chuckled, smirking down at him.

Kiri bristled. “I’m not panicked. It just really tickles!”

“So you won’t mind if I threaten to do it again.” The blonde grinned when Kiri’s eyes widened in alarm. “See? I’ve got you cornered, Ei~”

“S-Shut up!” Kiri tried to use his quirk to gain extra strength to push Bakugou away, but his boyfriend quickly blew a raspberry at the base of his ribs, making him lose all concentration and throw his head back laughing again. “GAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU JEHEHEHEHEHEHERK!!”

“You love it.”

“SO WHAHAHAHAHAT?!” Kirishima gasped for breath when it was over, leftover giggles spilling from his lips. “It s-stihihihihill tihihickles really bahahad!”

Bakugou leaned down to the crook of his neck again, ignoring the redhead’s desperate pleas for mercy. He began nibbling on the spot he’d raspberried a couple of times, smiling when Kiri dissolved into desperate, squeaky giggles. “You’re so dang cute when you’re being tickled, Ei.”

“Ugh,” Kiri groaned, but he went limp and gave up the fight, surrendering to his mirth. “Shuhuhuhuhut up, Kahahahatsuki.”

*

67) Lee Kirishima, Ler Todoroki

“No! You fiend!” Kirishima screeched, pulling desperately at the ice shackles that bound his wrists behind him when not five seconds ago he’d been free to fight back. Todoroki smirked and pushed him down so he was lying on the couch, now helpless to do anything but take what he dished out. “I trusted you!”

“That was your first mistake.” Todoroki straddled his hips and wiggled his fingers teasingly. “Now, where to begin?”

“Y-You jerk!” Kiri sputtered, but he was grinning uncontrollably already. “Just because you know I love it doesn’t mean you get to tie me up—”

“I can release you if you’d like.” Todoroki cocked his head. “I just thought this would make it easier for both of us.”

Kiri’s cheeks became as red as his hair. He averted his eyes. “Well, I…I didn’t say I didn’t want it, so…”

Todoroki grabbed his ribs. “That’s what I thought.”

“AIEE!! Nahahahahahahaha!” Kiri’s heart raced as he tossed back and forth and tugged at his newfound shackles but couldn’t do anything to stop Todoroki from tickling him to pieces. “Oh nohohohohohoho! Wahahahahahait, wait!”

“Is the reality of your situation setting in now?” Todoroki couldn’t help but smile himself, having a ton of fun making Kiri desperate like this. He lived for these moments, those frantic giggles. He wanted nothing more than to keep pulling them from his friend all afternoon. Todoroki trailed his fingers lightly across Kiri’s belly. “Are you realizing there’s nothing you can do to stop me anymore?”

Kiri whimpered. “Plehehehehease be cahahahareful.”

“Always. And remember there’s a safe word. But until then…” Todoroki went back to drilling into his ribs, pulling a loud scream of laughter from Kirishima. “…I’m going to tickle you until you’re begging me for mercy.”

*

68) Lee Deku, Ler Shinsou

“I love seeing you laugh,” Shinsou said happily, digging each of his pointer fingers into Deku’s hip bones.

His partner flopped around helplessly, frantic giggles and laughter spilling out of him in waves. He tried pushing Shinsou away but he would always find a new spot to tickle until his hip was unprotected again. This had been going on for a few minutes by now and Deku was slowly losing his mind – and his will to fight back.

“Plehehehehehease,” he whimpered, his hysterics so out of control that he was already on the verge of mirthful tears. “Toshiehehehehehehe!”

“You’re so cute.” Shinsou growled out the last word playfully, falling on top of Deku and pressing kisses to his neck while he lazily trailed his fingers up and down his sides.

Deku jerked beneath him, giggling anew and trying to twist his head away. “Nohohohohoho! Not thahahahahahat! Toshi!”

“Tickle, tickle, tickle~” Shinsou teased into his ear. “Is my Izuku just super, super ticklish? I think he is~”

“Toshiiiiii!” Deku squealed, trying to retaliate by digging into his partner’s sides as well. “Plehehehehehease!”

“Oh, you want more?” Shinsou grabbed his wrists and shoved them above his head, further trapping him as he resumed his tickly kissing attack. “It sure seems like it. Why else would you provoke me like that?”

“Nononono I’m sohohohohohohohorry!” Deku kicked his legs, giggles turning to laughter the longer those light tickles drove him up the wall. “Toshi, hahahahahave mehehehehehercy!”

“But you’re just so cute!” Shinsou nuzzled the space under his ear, trying to hide his own beaming smile and blushing face in his boyfriend’s hysterics. “How can I possibly stop now?”

*

69) Lee Bakugou, Ler Bakusquad

“We’re not stopping until you admit it!”

“EEYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHADMIT WHAHAHAHAT, YOU IHIHIHIHIDIOTS?!” Bakugou screamed, thrashing beneath the weight of four of his friends at once, fingers digging into all of his worst spots in tandem, making him howl with laughter he couldn’t hold back if he tried. To top it off, Denki had even had the nerve to blindfold him, so he couldn’t see what was coming next. All he could do was focus on the tickling, and it was driving him crazy much faster than it usually did. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT ALREADYEHEHEHEHEHE!!”

“That you like it!” Mina giggled. “Obviously!”

“Yeah, Baku-bro!” Denki added. “You’re totally having a blast, just admit it!”

“I AHAHAHAHAM NOHOHOHOHOHOHOT!!”

Sero laughed. “Yeah, you are. Tell him, Kirishima!”

Kiri was – of course – closest to his ears, which made it unfairly easy for him to lean down and tease Bakugou right up close and personal. “Come on, Kats. You can’t honestly expect us to believe you hate this?”

“I DO HAHAHAHAHAHATE IT, YOU F-FRIHIHIHIHICKING KNOHOHOHOW-IT-AHAHAHAHALL!”

“Then why haven’t you said ‘red’ yet?”

Bakugou knew his cheeks were turning pink, and he hated himself for it. He growled around another string of laugher. “SHUHUHUHUHUHUHUT UP!!”

“Admit it,” Kiri said, “or we’ll tickle it out of you.”

“Y-YOHOHOHOHOU CAHAHAHAHAN’T MAKE ME ADMIHIHIHIT ANYTHING, YOU—!!” The blonde suddenly dissolved into silent hysterics when his death spot was targeted – that small space between his underarms and upper ribs. His fighting resolve crumbled in seconds, and as soon as he was able to breathe again he cried, “OKAYOKAY I LIHIHIHIHIHIKE BEHEHEHEING TICKLED JUST STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

All at once the tickling fingers left his body, and the blindfold was removed from his eyes. He was mortified to realize he’d been crying with laughter for who knew how long. His friends all enveloped him in a giant hug, and much as he hated to admit it, he sank into their embrace easily, knowing his secret was safe with them.

*

70) Lee Amajiki, Ler Kirishima

“I love seeing you laugh!”

Amajiki tried to curl up defensively, but it was difficult when Kirishima’s arms were wrapped around him from behind, gently digging into his sides and ribs. Not super ticklish spots, but ticklish enough to weaken him and make him giggle. He whimpered, embarrassed. “Plehehehehease…”

“Aww, but you deserve to be happy, Amajiki.” Kiri moved one hand into his underarm, smiling when his friend jerked sharply and barked out an actual laugh, followed immediately by trying to stifle any further mirth that threatened to spill. “Come on, man. Let it out! You’ve earned it.”

“Nohohohohohoho.”

“Fine, then. Where’s your worst spot?”

Amajiki gasped. “W-Whahahahat? I’m nohohohohot tehehehelling you that!”

“Either you tell me, or I’ll find it myself and tickle you to tears.” Kiri smirked. “Well? What will it be, buddy?”

Amajiki opened his mouth to reply, then clamped it shut again, shaking his head defiantly. Kiri shrugged, then went into full-on attack mode, using his quirk to push his friend to the ground, fingers flying everywhere, determined to find a spot that would really make him let loose.

It only took him a minute to try his thighs, and when Amajiki let out a loud squeal, the redhead stayed right where he was and dug in. “Oh, is it here? Is this your spot? Hmm? Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

“Nohohohohohohohoho!” Amajiki pleaded, his giggles bordering on laughter. He squirmed desperately. “Plehehehehehease, Kirishima!”

“I told you I’d tickle you to tears if you didn’t spill.” Kiri settled himself in on Amajiki’s legs, squeezing and pinching and scribbling over his thighs relentlessly, beyond satisfied when his normally shy, quiet friend burst into loud laughter. “Now it’s time to keep my word~”

[undyingskies]

Younger Sister

request: yes;

“hey! i love your writing so much! i was just wondering if you could write a fic where you’re jeremy’s younger sister and he finds out that you fancy owen and keeps trying to keep you away from him but you and owen end up sneaking around anyways?”

a/n: I hope everyone enjoys this one, it ended up being really fun to write!

Also just a reminder that my requests are closed for the time being, I am trying to get my number of requests down again before I open them back up! I hope to have them open soon! My inbox is still open though so I can still talk and interact with everyone!

warnings: none

tagged: @mah-gah-lee​

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You didn’t think at this age you would have to be sneaking around with a boy. Let alone sneaking around with a boy because of your older brother Jeremy.

Yet here you are, your back pressed up against the closet that was a part of Julie’s bedroom set. Your hands entangled in the blond hair that was attached to the boy who had his lips pressed up against your neck. Faint gasps of pleasure escaping your lips.

As much as you loved moments like this and loved having the handsome boy’s body pressed against yours, you were hyper aware of the voices and bodies that were around set that sounded like they were making their way towards the two of you.

“Owen...” You do your best to get out but his mouth working wonders on your neck makes it almost impossible.

The voices get closer.

“Owen!” This time you succeed and are able to pull your body from his, “I think people are coming!”

He looks around panicked, now hearing the voices too since he was pulled back to reality.

“Get in the closet.” As the words leave Owen’s mouth, he starts to open the door and push you in.

“What? No?” You tell him trying to hold your ground, “You get in the closet.”

You can tell Owen is trying to hold in his laugh based on the look on his face.

“Y/N, you think they’re not going to think it’s weird if you’re the one that’s just alone in here?” He pauses, “or would it make more sense if they guy who acts on the show is alone in the set they’re going to shoot on later.”

“Ugh fine!” His logic makes sense, so you let him push you into the closet and close the door behind him.

You can’t believe that this is the scenario you got yourself in. You probably could have avoided it if it weren’t for your brother Jeremy, but alas here you were.

“Owen, what are you doing here?” Speak of the devil, the voice belongs to your brother.

“Well I thought the next scene was here but turns out I was wrong; I was just about to leave.”

On the other side of the door you would have witnessed Jeremy, Charlie, and Carolynn all give each other a look, not fulling believing the words that left Owen’s mouth. He had been acting weird lately and they had noticed.

“Anyways, Care what are you doing here?” Owen tried to change the topic of conversation, again it was noted.

“Oh uh, I was going to take Y/N to lunch and then shopping to have a girls day with her! But I can’t find her.”

Carolynn had decided that a girls day for you two would be a good idea, especially after the fight you and Jeremy had gotten in just days prior. The atmosphere around the two siblings was still tense so she was trying to ease the situation.

Your mind flashes back to the fight just days prior.

“Y/N, hello, Y/N,” your brother is waving his hand in front of your face to get your attention, “earth to Y/N.”

His voice snapping you out of your gaze.

“What Jeremy?” You ask frustrated at your brothers antics.

“I was asking you a question but you couldn’t seem to pay attention to anything else except for my friend.” Both you and Jeremy roll your eyes at his words.

“Shut up Jer, I wasn’t starting! I just got lost in my thoughts.” You try brushing off his words, not wanting to get into this with him or expose what truly was going on.

“Well good because the last person you can be with is Owen.”

His words shock you. They even shock Carolynn. You both knew Jeremy was protective but he was never so blatant about something like that.

“Excuse me?”

“I said what I said Y/N, the last person you could be with is one of my best buddies, not happening!”

Again, you’re shocked by him.

“I think I’m old enough to make decisions on who I can and cannot date Jeremy, even if one happens to be a friend of yours.”

At your words, Jeremy has himself on his feet. His anger evident on face. You’ve seen him mad before but not like this. It was weird.

“Seriously Y/N? You don’t get it. You can’t date Owen not only because he’s my friend but because you’ll just get in the way of things and I won’t have you ruining my friendship with him when you get bored of him like you always do with your crushes. So get over it.”

You can feel the tears well up in your eyes at your brothers words. You didn’t realize how low he thought of you.

“Wow Jer. I didn’t realize how badly you thought of me but I guess thanks for letting me know! Just because you’re married doesn’t mean you know everything that has to do with relationships. But thanks.”

With that you’re on your feet, fuming at Jeremy. His face falls at your words, realizing what actually came out of his mouth. Instant regret filling him.

Truth be told, he was just weirded out about the idea of you and Owen together, knowing both of you had a crush on one another. Yet he didn’t know what was already happening between the two of you.

Carolynn’s words pull you from your flashback of the fight.

“Maybe I should just call her?” Panic fills both you and Owen.

“No!” Everyone gives him weird looks due to the outburst, “I actually thought I saw her down by the trailers on my way over here!”

“Oh okay, I guess I will go find her then. Bye guys!” Carolynn leaves them waving to go to try to find you not knowing you were about a foot away from her.

That leaves the three boys together and you still crouched in the closet. All three of them just stand there looking at one another awkwardly.

“Well, they actually need us at the school set so we should get going.” Charlie is the one to break the silence.

Jeremy just nods and follows his lead.

“I’ll be right behind you guys; I lost my phone in here so I have to find it.”

The two boys shared a look, not trusting Owen, but still leaving him on his own.

Once you hear their footsteps fade, you open the closet door and peek around it.

“Have you still not talked to him since your fight the other day?”  Owen reaches out to grab your hand and pulls you in front of him as he sits on the bed.

“Nope, I haven’t. We both have pretty much been avoiding each other.” You shrug your shoulders, “which hasn’t been hard since he leaves early and comes home late.”

All Owen does is nod back to you and moves to stand up and place his lips on yours.

You let him guide your lips for a little longer before you pull away. Your brothers words swirling through your head.

“I just wish he would mind his own business.” You say as you push Owen off of you. He looks at you with sympathy.

“He just loves you and wants to look out for you and based on what you said the fight was about I would say the same for me as well?” He ends his statement with a question not really knowing the answer.

“Besides I get him not wanting his friend to have a friends with benefits relationship with his younger sister.”

Your eyes widen at his words, that hurt. Friends with benefits relationship. Just a benefits relationship. You thought it was more than that.

You pull your hands from Owen and step back to put space between you guys. Owen notices and tries to grab your hands again but you don’t let him.

“Oh just a friends with benefits relationship. You’re right.” Owen can hear the hurt on your voice, his words now ringing in his head.

“Shit Y/N, that’s not what I meant, I...”

“No, Owen you’re right! This is just a benefits relationship so maybe we should just end it now so I don’t have to deal with the attitude from my brother anymore thinking I like you!”

“Y/N, come on.”

He tries to reach for you again but again you step away from him. The tears in your eyes no longer welling but falling freely down your cheeks.

You turn on your heel and book it out of the set, Owen hot on your heels calling your name. But you don’t stop. You keep running through the set, weaving through the people, until you run into a chest.

You look up and through your blurry vision you can see your brother. He immediately wraps his arms around you and you bury your face in his chest, your tears seeping through his shirt.

“What’s the matter Y/N? What’s wrong?” Instead of the frustration you’ve heard from him the last few days, all you hear is worry.

“Y/N!” Owen’s loud voice pulls your head from Jeremy’s chest. He stops when he’s in front of you just a few feet away, looking at the two of you.

Jeremy looks at you and then Owen, his eyes go back and forth for a few seconds before it seems like it all clicked.

Jeremy is pulling you from his body and pushing you to stand to the side of him, next to Carolynn and Charlie who made their way over to you once they saw you crying in his chest.

“What did you do?” Jeremy says through clenched teeth, no one had ever saw him this angry or sound so scary.

“Nothing Jer,” Owen goes to move around your brother but he stops him, “just let me go, I need to talk to her.”

“No, you’re not talking to her, Owen. It looks like you’ve done enough.” The anger still seething through Jeremy.

“You don’t even know what you’re talking about dude, just let me talk to her.” Again he tries to move past him and to you. Carolynn pulls you a little closer to her at his actions.

“I said no Owen. See!” Jeremy turns to look at you and then back at Owen, “I told you this was a bad idea! Now look, you’ve hurt my sister and now I can’t be your friend anymore because all I want to do is punch you now.”

Everyone chuckles a little at Jeremy’s words, even though tensions were high, everyone heard the falter in his voice when he said that because everyone knew Jeremy was the softest person.

“Dude like I said you don’t know what you’re talking about please just let me go so I can talk to her!”

“No Owen, you...” Owen’s voice loud and yelling cuts Jeremy off.

“Dude I love her! I love her okay? And I said something dumb trying to hide it so I wouldn’t complicate anything more between you guys because you were already acting weird at just the idea of us liking one another but I love her and want to be with her.” His voice slowly turns into a whisper at the end. Owen didn’t think this would be the time he would have admitted his feelings for you but it happened.

“What?” Both you and Jeremy at the same time. Everyone was shocked to say the least.

Owen just shyly smiles at everyone, not knowing what to say anymore.

You slowly step away from Carolynn and walk up behind Jeremy to stand next to him. Owen still just a few feet in front of the two of you.

“You said what?” Your shocked at his confession but need to hear him say it again to believe it.

Owen stands and just stares at you for a few second before he makes his way toward you. He stops once he is in front of you, this time when he reaches for your hands you don’t pull away.

The only person that moves is Jeremy so he can turn and face you guys.

“I love you Y/N, and I’m pretty sure I have since the minute you walked through set the first day you got here.” He smiles at you, which you return, “I’ve known for a while now but I got nervous because you were always saying we had to keep us a secret and then I got extra nervous when you told me about the fight so I thought if I just made us a casual thing in my head, I would believe it and my feelings would go away.”

You just look up at him, at a loss for words.

“Obviously that wasn’t the right move.”

You both chuckle at his words.

“I mean it though when I say it Y/N, I love you and I would much rather be in a real relationship than continue with the sneaking around.”

Without another word, you have your arms thrown around Owen’s neck and are pulling him down to have his lips meet yours. It was a short lived kiss because you needed to get how you felt out.

“I love you too Owen.”

Then your lips are back on each other’s, moving together passionately.

“Okay, ew! Gross! Stop that!” Jeremy is the one to make you two pull away, well more force you two as he moves to stand in between you guys.

“I really don’t need to be seeing that.” Everyone laughs at the look on his face and at his words. You shove your hand onto his face and push him away laughing.

“Well you’re going to have to get used to it big bro!” Again everyone is laughing at the look on his face.

“Okay I know this is like a happy thing considering the moments prior but is anyone else curious at how long they were sneaking around without anyone knowing?” Charlie chimes in, shocked that you were actually able to keep it a secret from everyone.

“Well,” you begin, looking at Owen trying to think how long it had been, “I moved in with them 5 months ago so I would say at least 4?”

You weren’t quite sure, the start of the two of you was quite a blur. A real whirlwind romance if you will.

“That sounds about right.” Owen shrugs his shoulders agreeing with you.

“Okay that’s impressive.” Charlie says and again everyone laughs.

“Alright hold on,” now it’s Jeremy’s turn to chime in again, “I don’t know how I feel about all this quite yet,” he says while moving his arms around the two of you, “but Y/N looks happy so I guess it’s fine. But I swear if you hurt her Owen Patrick Joyner, I don’t know what I will do but it will be something!” Jeremy says trying to keep his best stern face.

“Alright slow down there tiger.” Carolynn says, wrapping her arm around his waist and laughing. “I’m sure he will treat her perfectly, won’t you Owen?”

“Of course I will!”

He wraps his arms around your waist to pull you in for a hug and press his lips against yours again.

“Alright I just don’t need to see that okay!” Jeremy is pulling you away from Owen laughing, “And I’m sorry about the other day Y/N. I just got freaked out about the idea but of course I trust you and Owen. I guess now even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have a choice, but I am glad you’re happy that’s all I want for you.”

You wrap your arms around your brother, hugging him tightly. “I know Jer, and I appreciate that. Even if you are an annoying older brother sometimes.”

“Oh shut it, you love me.” He says, ruffling your hair. “Ya, ya, ya. I love you whatever.” You say shoving his arm away.

“Love you too sis!”

“Alright can I have my girlfriend back please?” Owen says pulling you away from Jeremy now.

“Girlfriend? No one here was asked to be a girlfriend.” You say sassily back to Owen, causing everyone to laugh.

Again he is wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you in front of him and looking at him.

“You’re right, my bad! Y/N would you please be my girlfriend?”

A huge smile on both your faces. “I would love to be your girlfriend Owen!”

You lean in to connect your lips to his yet again. Loving the feeling of them on yours, it was one you would never get tired of.

“Hey! What did I say! Gross!”

And you pull apart yet again because of your brothers words.

“Sorry!” Both you and Owen say in sync laughing.

“Ya, ya, whatever!” Jeremy says turning to walk away.

Owen leans down to press a quick kiss on your lips, both of you pull apart smiling. Everything was finally good again; you’ve got your brother and now your boyfriend. Nothing could get better than that.

[vminity21]

Speak Now | myg

Pairing: groom!yoongi x bestfriend!reader

Word Count: 3,124

Genre: angst/fluff

Warning(s): curse words used, mention of a toxic relationship, mention of advances toward infidelity Rated: pg 13

Summary: When the love of your life is about to marry the wrong person, you muster up enough courage to profess your heart before it is too late. By late, you mean the day of your best friend’s wedding.

Credits to: @suhdays​ for making the cover, you are my favorite! 

With clammy palms, you relieve a steady breath descending into the pew while bundles of people bustle through the chapel doors in search for a place to sit. You picked the first available section that you saw and with a silent prayer, you hope that whoever chooses the same row will maintain their distance. With your mind racing, you frantically observe the scenery encompassing the audience from the colorful stained windows, the mahogany pulpit to the rich color of the carpet- absolutely anything to distract you from the overwhelming anxiety plaguing your tightening chest. There is, rather, one thing you are searching for. More like, someone. You are aware he is hidden in a room in preparation for the event about to take place, but unbeknownst to him, you did reluctantly, after many nights of pondering, decide to show up with a mission in tow. Your heart shattered in millions of pieces when you discovered, scrolling through social media, that Yoongi’s wedding ceremony was shared on his wall.  

Upon assumption, you were not invited to the event for reasons you are certain of. But this post gave you a date and a time to organize your thoughts and the words that you want to say.

Since elementary school, you and Yoongi have been inseparable. Thick as thieves as your best friend Monnie would say; two peas in a damn pod her boyfriend Jeongguk would say, and even your mother supported the dream of you and Yoongi getting married one day. That day seemed to vanish suddenly even though Yoongi has been your best friend for as long as you can remember, and regardless of him being taken, you have also been his shoulder to lean on throughout his incredibly toxic relationship with his soon to be bride to be. The comical part of it all to you is that she has never been fond of you from the beginning which you inwardly knew it boiled down to jealousy. And as you figured, you were not invited because she demanded so.

Anger brims harshly beneath you and in attempt to clear your unwanted thoughts, you shake your head. She’s irrelevant anyway. It is Yoongi I am here for. In the end, you are here for one reason and one reason only. For Yoongi to know how you feel about him once and for all.

“Y/N?” Jung Hoseok approaches you, one out of the six best friends Yoongi has other than you. From afar, shoulder leaned against the brick wall of the school, you stared in evident longing as Yoongi set his backpack in his car irritatingly. A fight unfolded between him and his girlfriend and the pair were oblivious to you being a witness. Uncertain of yet again why she was mad at him, you turned to face Hoseok with a gasp of surprise since he unexpectantly caught you hiding.  “Look,” he wets his lips, “If you don’t tell him how you feel, I will.”

“Please don’t!” You gasp, watching your volume as you switch your gaze to make sure Yoongi and the blundering wench hadn’t seen your presence. Turning to Hoseok, you plead, “It’s not-! What if?” You sigh, “What if I can’t? What if he still doesn’t get it?”

“But she’s not good for him and you know it. If there’s anybody who deserves each other it’s the two of you,” Hoseok’s expression becomes saddened when you look away from him. Emotions gather in the form of tears as you fight to hold them back.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Well, I wouldn’t be standing here telling you to confess to him if I felt it was a bad idea.”

The church pews continue to become occupied until the echoes of conversation simmer to cease once the out of tune organ cringingly serenades the atmosphere. Wincing in response, you grit your teeth to stifle a giggle because of course the wench of the west would choose the most untuned instruments there are. Ultimately, how fitting can this be for a wedding that should not even be happening? Turning to look at the first coupled bridesmaid and groomsman, memories start to churn when you see each of Yoongi’s friends. Hoseok was not the only one who warned you ahead of time to profess your feelings for Yoongi.

“So, when are you going to tell Yoongi you’re ‘unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him?’” Taehyung’s fluffy curls fall into his eyes as his cheeky grin enters your vision. He is leaned over the back of the couch as he bounces from his knees hitting the cushion.

“And this concludes the last and final time that I will ever watch Twilight with you,” you announce, crinkling at the wrapper of a rice krispie treat from the kitchen. “I’m not as wanted as Bella Swan.”

“You see that’s where you’re wrong. What makes you think you are the only one who feels the connection?”

Pausing from your eventual snack, you glare at your friend, “I’m not in love with him,” you denyingly mutter.

“Your eyes say you are.”

“Gah! Taehyung, how many times do I have to tell you that it’s not going to happen, alright? He has a girlfriend. Obviously if he wanted me, he could have chosen me a long ass time ago. We’ve been in each other’s lives all this time, so why hasn’t he said anything?”

“Have you ever considered that maybe he thought he couldn’t?”

“Excuse me?”

“As being a previous ex of yours, let me explain.”

“We dated for two days. In the first grade!”

“It counts.”

You scoff, pressing the krispie treat underneath your palm as you lean onto the counter to steady your rising nervousness. After a moment, you signal for Taehyung to proceed.

“I think you tend to forget that you’re not the only one who is afraid to confess your feelings to someone. Yoongi may be afraid, too.”

You shrug in reply.

“You are his best friend, Y/N. Maybe he didn’t want to be at fault for ruining a friendship if you happened to not feel the same, so he settled for her.”

He’s right, and deep down beneath the fear, you know it. Stepping toward Taehyung, you ruffle his frilly tendrils, “I loathe you.”

Playfully slapping you away, he chuckles, “Hence why I force you to binge watch chick flicks with me. I loathe you, too.”

Taehyung and his bridesmaid LenLen remain poker faced as they gradually step down the aisle. The memory of Taehyung fades when you find Namjoon sitting alone staring straight ahead with the same expression and another flashback ensues.

After ranting about how hurt you are by the upcoming wedding date, Namjoon visits to console you since counseling is something he does daily, and he is the perfect friend who listens to every word you say other than Min Yoongi. “I just don’t get it. She treats him so poorly and all it does is break my heart. And of course, I never got an invite. She despises me!”

With crossed arms, Joon’s glasses sit daintily on his face while the turtleneck he is wearing shapes his frame- he looks incredibly professional even on his day off. “Yoongi asked me to be in the wedding,”

“Oh?” you say, “As he should. You are one of his best friends,”

“I am, but she happens to despise me, too.”

“What?” You gasp incredulously, “How could? Joon, how do you even know that?”

He settles upon the couch while your gaze follows him, a brief sigh brushes his lips, “He asked me to marry them which she openly opposed.”

“That’s.. That’s a really huge deal, Joon. So, are you going to do it anyways?”

“No,” Namjoon responds quickly, “The reason she despises me is because she thinks I will ruin her and Yoongi’s relationship, the same as she sees you- a threat.”

“But how?”

Joon rubs at the crease in his eyebrows, “She made advances toward me when they first started dating, and I couldn’t bring myself to tell him which is why I can’t push you to tell him your truth until you are ready. I was scared he would think I was lying. The last time I saw her was at a sports game and when he left to grab her a drink, she started touching my thigh and I left immediately.”

“That’s why,” your voice trails off as you remember something, “That’s why Yoongi was so worried about you! Because you never miss a game with him! It was because of that conceited, selfish bi-”

“Hey, let’s not stoop to her level. I strongly dislike her as well, she put me in a very uncomfortable position which is why I am never around when she is. I refuse to be pictured as whatever she decides to manipulate.”

“Joon,” you murmur, leaning forward to squeeze his shoulder, “We all know who you are. Yoongi adores you. Knowing how she is, we would have believed you over her most definitely. Are you going to attend the wedding at all?”

“I’m not sure,” your eyes flicker between his as sadness clouds them, “I want him to be happy and the only person he would be happy with is you.”

It was silent immediately after Namjoon said those words that are still repeating within your mind. Did all of Yoongi’s friends concoct a plan to nudge you to profess the entirety of your heart to him? And what happened to Namjoon was so cruel and it was the final straw that motivated and fueled you to do exactly what you are about to do today. She doesn’t deserve Yoongi, she doesn’t deserve his family, she doesn’t deserve his friends, and she most definitely doesn’t deserve his love. It is time for Min Yoongi to know the truth and nothing but the truth.

The piano chimes in with the organ clashing hideously as the time drags, and you notice Hoseok who is arm and arm with a bridesmaid you are unfamiliar with, stifling the urge to react to the disconcerted music. He takes his place where the best man stands and links his hands before him- a quick grin is shared with whoever he makes eye contact with and his dimples appear for the slightest of seconds. Seokjin and Jimin as well as Jeongguk are completely lined already and when Guk finally locks eyes with Monnie who is sitting in the audience, they share loving smiles. After today, if all works accordingly, Yoongi will be yours and you no longer would envy the love you always longed for with him.

Looking back especially after all the encouragement from you and Yoongi’s friends, there are moments where you almost worked up the bravery to tell him the truth, but it seemed with every opportunity, his girlfriend would find some way to interfere. It was as if she disturbingly knew your schedule and your thoughts which is something you never truly admitted to your friends. You didn’t want her to sound like an excuse that is holding you back from saving Yoongi’s heart from further turmoil.

Flitting your gaze to the handsome lineup of groomsmen, you realize not even one is smiling. Before you can contemplate further on all the reasons why there aren’t any smiles, you move your gaze just for your heart to halt instantly. There he is. Min Yoongi, the love of your life, dressed in a well fitted tuxedo that clings to his thin frame, makes his way timidly to stand in front of the pulpit. His blonde hair spreads neatly upon his forehead while his lips stay in a firm line once he takes a moment to fix the cuffs of his sleeves before resting his hands together in front of him. Gaping at how beautiful he looks; the nerves swerve tremendously inside you because the time is inching closer for you to tell him everything without holding back.

Your shoulders tense once the reverend directs the audience to rise, you are so focused on Yoongi, you hardly can hear the beginning of the wedding march as you swallow roughly. Standing to your feet, your hands are freezing when you hold them together, yet you muster enough to turn to see her make her entrance- the bride who wanted to hold captive of Yoongi’s heart. It’s hard to watch her smile at him as if she truly cares for him, it takes everything not to feel nauseated by the scene. The way she has treated Yoongi, Namjoon, and everyone else it feels like, will never settle with you. The times she obsessively called Yoongi whenever the pair of you would study together, interrupting the time he wanted to spend with his guy friends, or the curse words she would spew at him when she didn’t have her way; or the times she made him cry by threatening to leave him just to turn around and post a selfie of her and a random guy to make Yoongi jealous. So of course, Namjoon would have been heard. He has a heart of gold as well as the rest of the crew. And Yoongi deserves to surround himself with this serene positivity.

She stands before Yoongi as the two join hands. He hardly gives a smirk; doubt seems to exist within his glance, or so you hope. Your icy palms clasp together once the preacher bellows for the guests to now take their seats. The ceremony proceeds, yet you wait for the preacher to say the exact words you are desperately wanting to hear. Lightheaded, you feel the blood drain from your body despite the hammering your heart is profusely beating against your rib cage.

Never in your life did you dream you were going to do what you are about to do. It is bold. It is courageous. And you could care less about what the aftermath will be. The only person whose reaction matters is Min Yoongi’s. The reverend seems to drag his sentences, but when he clears his throat, you straighten your back in preparation for what is coming next.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Here’s your chance.

Hands shaking, body trembling, you jolt from your seat,

“I. OBJECT!”

Dramatic responses of collected gasps reverberate to the ceiling of the building. Eyes turn to stare at you in congruent with the hushed whispers scattering amongst the pews wondering why you made such a bold choice; and, if looks could kill, you would drop lifeless by the dark daggers burning through your skull by the witch trying to be Yoongi’s forever. Fingertips numb, you try to tune out the raving murmurs, you hadn’t realized you closed your eyes for a few seconds to gather yourself, and when you open them, they instantaneously connect with Yoongi’s that enlarged in shock. His thin lips part and as you gaze at him, tears pool though you relentlessly try to fight them.

“Yoongi,” you speak between stammered breaths, “I know this is…. Sudden, and possibly the most insane thing I am ever going to do,” you put a quivering hand to your lips for a second then dropping it to your side, “But Yoongi, if there is anyone who deserves to spend the rest of their life with you, it’s me.” You cannot believe that sentence slipped from your mouth, but in your heart, you know it’s the truth. Just like that, without your knowledge, smiles begin to bloom from the men standing by Yoongi’s side. Not only do you see it, but so has everyone else who has been in each of your lives. Why else would his “bride to be” have been jealous of you since their whole relationship began a few years ago? She could even sense the chemistry you and Yoongi have shared and still share.

“Yoon, she will never see you the way I see you; the way your family sees you; or the way your best friends see you.” From your peripheral vision, you see a gleamingly proud Hoseok along with Namjoon whose hopes are flying as high as yours, but your gaze never once falters from Yoon’s. Wetting your lips, you continue, “I know you. I have always known you. And you deserve the world and so much more.” Yoongi steps forward then pauses to hear more of what you have to say, “And Yoon,” a tear escapes, trailing warmly down your burning cheek, “I am deeply, undoubtedly, and wholeheartedly in love with you.”

In that moment, Yoongi begins to walk down the stairs, Taehyung’s boxy smile lights up his face as he fist pumps excitingly in the air. You may not have used the exact words from his favorite script, but you know you are beyond words with how much you are in love with Min Yoongi. The horrified bride agonizingly tries to stop Yoongi, but he refuses to take his eyes off you, brushing past her, she lights up in prominent rage. You, with glistening hope sparking across your soul, you shuffle past the gawking people in the pew, ready to crash into Yoongi’s arms.

When he reaches you, his tepid palms cup your face, swiping away the tears that just keep falling as you stare into his umber eyes that mirror the emotions you have brought to him that he is finally seeing. Before you can take a breath, he leans in, capturing your kiss exactly how he has desired, but never found the courage to reveal, that he in fact would dream of you too on countless nights. Or when he felt uneasy or sad, he would relive the best memories that happened to be with you to give him peace. Everything you have ever dreamed of is coming true as the fireworks explode in every direction within your chests. He kisses you so passionately that you both forget about the world, your hands dig into the sides of his tuxedo jacket as he deepens the kiss, tugging him as close as he can be.

Namjoon starts clapping as he stands to his feet until the entire place erupts in a fit of cheers. Even though hundreds of people are encompassing the two of you, it still feels like it is only you and Yoongi within the vast universe. How long have you waited for this moment with the one person you have loved for so long? How many stars had you wished on to finally end up where the two of you are now?

Breathless, Yoongi rests his forehead to yours while the sensation of his kiss still lingers, dazed and filled with immense happiness, you gaze at him fully, he speaks, “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.”

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 283: I'M MARY POPPINS Y’ALL

Previously on BnHA: Everyone was all, “Tomura what do you have?” and Tomura was all,” a quirk bullet!” and they were all, “NO!!” He then threw the bullet at Aizawa, who ironically actually did have a knife, and since no one bothered to say “no!!” this time he proceeded to CHOP OFF HIS OWN LEG. Just, schwoop. Lopped it right off. Didn’t even fucking care. Anyway so then Tomura was all, “you know what who even needs quirk bullets” and somehow broke free from both Deku and Ryuukyuu to go claw off Aizawa’s face. Thankfully Todoroki “I've spent the past eight chapters puttering around waiting for the coolest moment to strike” Shouto finally decided to join the fray by impaling Tomura, and everyone was all, “ahaha, classic Shouto”, and Tomura was all, “don’t worry though I’m fine”, and it seems like he really is now, since he’s finally regenerated and all his wounds have healed again! The chapter ended with Gigantomachia stampeding towards Jakku, which is super terrible, but what else is fucking new.

Today on BnHA: The Gunga kids spend a few pages standing around letting all that trauma soak in nice and deep as Machia rampages on towards Jakku. Back in the Shigaraki Wastes, the heroes regroup, which mostly consists of the remaining conscious adults tearfully being all “you kids get out of here... save yourselves...” and the kids being all “YOU JUST SIT THERE AND CHILL, DAD” and “[EXPLETIVES]” and “I’M YOUNG AND FILLED WITH RIGHTEOUS SHOUNEN RAGE”, all of which is very entertaining to me and makes me very proud. Anyway so then Tomura’s body sort of explodes a bit, and he’s all, “what”, and then it finally sinks in that he might have popped out of the toaster early, so he tries to end the fight right there and then with another round of Decay. Except that Deku counters it by SPONTANEOUSLY LEARNING HOW TO FLY, which is probably SO CONFUSING for all the non-Gran-and-Kacchan people around, which is just one of the many things I love about it. And the other things I love about it are that it’s (1) THE MOST BADASS THING EVER, and (2) just, really fucking great. So yeah. Rage, Deku, rage.

OH NO MY BABIES

don’t tell me. I’m not sure I want to know what it is they’re looking at. how many of the pros are fucking dead now ffffmg

also that is an extremely intriguing chapter title, though. 75? as in percent?? oh my god is something finally going to go fucking right for our heroes. or at least, you know, less wrong

OOOF

dammit Momo he was supposed to go to sleep! WHAT THE HELL WAS ALL OF THAT MATH FOR, THEN. did he grow bigger, or did she just somehow miscalculate the dosage, or is he finally going to go night-night halfway to Jakku?

btw Momo I’m not actually mad at you, you’re still the only one who fucking did anything at all. if anyone tries to give you shit, just look them in the eye and ask them “okay and how many things did YOU do?”, and they’ll be like, “oh shit, none”, and you’ll be all “yeah that’s what I fucking thought” because YEAH

OH MY GOD SERO ANGST

I have never seen Sero this badly shaken before. it’s somehow so shocking?? holy shit you guys, I know I’ve been saying for ages “lolo all these kids about to be traumatized af” but somehow it’s one thing to know it’s coming, and another to finally actually see it. oh god

anyway let’s just hope all of the grown-ups aren’t actually fucking dead. but based on all of the kids’ expressions, it really feels like a lot of them might be, and that’s just... ...

and they had to see it. right? is that what this is implying?? holy shit. they watched it all happen. that’s it, the rest of this arc is cancelled, please proceed directly to the emergency therapy arc right now

TOKO!!

holy shit look at the size of that rock that fell on the medical tent. and DS pulling people out of the wreckage. it really feels like everywhere you turn this arc, the intrepid young scamps of U.A.’s first year hero class are the ones out here keeping things one step from total disaster

oh shit

excuse the hell out of me young Momo but what the hell is up with this use of the word “dead” with the implied “like everyone else” hanging there at the end?? what is up with that. that’s a very bad sentence I don’t like that at ALL

and what the actual hell is this panel of FATGUM AND TAMAKI IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CARNAGE, TWO PEOPLE WHOSE NAMES I’M QUITE SURE ARE ON THIS CONTRACT OF “PEOPLE WHO AREN’T ALLOWED TO DIE” WHICH HORIKOSHI IMPLICITLY AGREED TO THE MOMENT I STARTED READING THE MANGA. BOY WHAT

JESUS MOTHER F. CHRIST

THAT’S. THAT’S, UH

OH THANK FUCK

I mean, I already knew they survived, though. so WHY AM I STILL SO FUCKING ANXIOUS. good grief

and in before Majestic fucking dies on the next page, having saved the children with his very last act. I fucking hate you Majestic, you blue-balling child-preserving magnificent wizard bastard

HE FRISBEED THEM TO SAFETY GAH

WHY COULDN’T YOU DO THAT TO MACHIA THOUGH. BUT AT LEAST HE SAVED THE BABIES. TOO BAD HE’S FUCKING DEAD hahaha sob sob sob

is anyone still alive?? did the guys who were fighting off Snoopy Sno-Cone and RD back at the mansion at least make it out in one piece??

(ETA: from here on out all of these guys shall be referred to as Schrodinger's Heroes until further notice.)

so now Mineta is questioning whether or not their Smart Momo Plan even fucking did anything, which. same, Mineta, honestly. but it must have!! right?? ????

anyway so here’s some more panels of everyone dying do you want to see them. sure. why not

can we get back to the Tomura fight now. I’ve had just about enough of this, I’d like to see some 75% business now before this turns into the most depressing chapter of all time

BOOOOOOO

goddammit. well for now my money’s on Machia collapsing just as they make it back to Jakku. so Momo’s plan does eventually work, but the League still makes it back to Tomura thus ensuring more shenanigans can take place. goddamn, lol, just when I thought the arc was nearing its climax. feels like it just fucking respawned with a full life bar

also Toga is really looking... not great. I’m so scared for whoever she ends up fighting after this. OCHAKO MY SWEET BABY GIRL PLEASE WATCH OUT

WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE

PLEASE ARREST HIM FASTER. holy fuck if you fucking screw this up and he gets rescued I SWEAR TO GOD

oh wait is he just here to provide more backstory on Gigantomachia

GO BURNIN’, YOU GOT THIS. also, gonna be honest, at this point I really would not mind if Machia did a little less living for Tomura and a bit more dying

FINALLY!!!

FKFKF Aizawa not looking too good oh god. and Deku looks like he’s about to spontaneously develop ALL OF HIS REMAINING QUIRKS JUST LIKE THAT ON THE SPOT, FUCK YOU TOMURA

oh my god DON’T GET DISTRACTED!!

Shouto’s arrival is either about to make Endeavor more useless than ever, or suddenly a whole lot LESS useless, and right now it’s up in the air and I am excited but also scared

EXCUSES EXCUSES

BLAH BLAH BLAH. “SORRY I’M LATE, I WAS SAVING PEOPLE’S LIVES,” Shouto lies through his teeth, clearly not aware that Tomura has a built in GPS and knows full well that Shouto was actually only a few feet behind Bakugou and Deku and so that explanation doesn’t fly at all. the real truth must be something so embarrassing that he’s ashamed to admit it. did you get lost. did you run into an NPC who wouldn’t let you pass until you had completed some sort of quest

THERE YOU ARE KACCHAN, I WAS WONDERING

just as enraged as Deku! it’s almost like he just witnessed his sensei chopping off his own leg and subsequently almost being murdered or something

(ETA: actually lol I think he’s mad at Deku, for taking off earlier and leaving him behind with Gran. though there’s no law that says he can’t be mad about two things at once! anyway so do you guys think that being beaten to the punch by Deku here may perhaps frustrate this young man and contribute to his decision to return the favor at some point later on in this battle, perhaps with dire consequences? hmm.)

anyway so if you all are keeping up with the math, and I think you are, it seems like just about every one of the adult pros is either down for the count (Aizawa, Gran), or recovering (Endeavor, Ryuukyuu??), or Might As Well Not Even Be There (a certain TWO OTHER PEOPLE WHO ARE STILL IN A TIME OUT AND HAD BETTER BE THINKING GOOD AND HARD ABOUT WHAT THEY’VE DONE. OR MORE PRECISELY, DID NOT DO OR EVEN ATTEMPT TO DO). anyway so all of that means that the only ones actually ready and raring to go here in Round 2 against the newly regenerated and POSSIBLY HAS HIS DECAY QUIRK BACK Shigaraki Tomura are... drum roll...!

okay but FUCK YOU GUYS though oh my god YOU’RE EVEN RUINING THE DRUM ROLL

DID YOU NOT EVEN NOTICE HIS LEG BEFORE?!?!? holy -- can I -- can I please just slap them, I --

anyway so RockLockRock looks like he has something to say here. probably going to tell Deku to take Aizawa and run, as if Deku isn’t the fucking glue holding this entire operation together at this point now that Aizawa is KOed. can you believe these guys are so incompetent they’ve actually got me arguing in favor of the child soldiers now, what even

...fuck

shit. that face. he’s ready to die to give them all a chance. he knows he wouldn’t last two seconds against Tomura and yet he’s willing to sacrifice it all. damn it RLR... okay fine your time out is done now, but I’m still calling your parents

unfortunately, you’ll never believe it, but Deku doesn’t seem all that inclined to listen to this man telling him to bail and save his own skin sob

ngl though I am living for the Enraged Vengeance Deku we’ve been seeing in these last couple chapters. maybe now everyone will stop dismissing him as just a soft boi who always eats his vegetables and doesn’t swear, and remember that in truth he’s actually a mildly unhinged feral child with an infinite pain tolerance and a god-given talent for never listening to any life-prolonging advice that adults give him ever

oop don’t tell me he’s gonna do the Decay thing again, shit

-- uh

“eh?” lmao what the fuck. my boy's torso just opened up like a fucking door hinge and all he can say is “eh.” this fucking manga

like he’s seriously just calmly standing there trying to assess what the heck has gone wrong

you really don’t feel pain do you. “haha lol what why is my arm falling off I thought I fucking ascended”

OH MY GOD

IT’S OCTOBER THIRD. looool the fuck

Tomura. my sweet little S+ ranked death machine with an A rank in knowledge. who’s spent the past 15-20 minutes battling to the death with the number one fucking hero and all his pals. who all just HAPPENED to be there all ready and waiting to fight him the instant he woke up. Tomura. buddy. did it really only just occur to you that maybe something went wrong somewhere along the line. that maybe things were not, in fact going according to keikaku. that maybe the heroes didn’t just sit around waiting for you to finish cooking in your villain bake oven. like please forgive my impudence but TOMURA ARE YOU STUPID, is what I’m saying, I guess. but gently

(ETA: SHIGARAKI TOMURA, WHOSE ARM IS CURRENTLY DANGLING BY A THREAD: “hold up lol what day is it.”)

I really like how Deku’s just crying nonstop this entire time though. but like, you know. crying with RAGE

lol and he’s figured it out as well, and I fucking love the connection his mind made, look at this

sudden feelings of solidarity. “WE’RE NOT SO DIFFERENT, YOU AND I” lmao

AHH MIRKO

how does she still have two legs?? Horikoshi I can’t believe you forgot how many legs your own favorite character has. but anyways yes this has been your friendly reminder that Mirko saved EVERYONE and should have a battleship named after her

okay NOW he’s doing the thing

good job Tomura you finally got them!! good thing none of them can fly, or Float. RIGHT, DEKU

AHAHAHAHAHA YESSSSS

YOU LOVE TO SEE IT. AND A BLACKWHIP/FLOAT COMBO, TOO! TOMURA, YOU WERE SAYING??

(ETA: he even grabbed Kacchan too. “I can fly by myself!” YOU SHUSH MISTER.)

(ETA 2: and what I also love about this is that we know the SIXQUIRKS are seemingly in tune with Deku’s emotions, so it honestly makes perfect sense that in the heat of the moment with Tomura threatening to kill all these people that he cares about, the quirk just basically acts on his instinct to save and doesn’t stop to ask questions. we’re saving everyone, no buts. and he even activates Float at long last, acting on that same instinct. honestly Kacchan had the exact right idea the whole time, all the way back in chapter 217. “it’ll activate when he’s in trouble, right?” exactly.)

NO GRAN STOP NO ONE ASKED FOR THESE FEELS

OH MY GOD

NEVER HAVE I STANNED THIS BOY SO HARD. HOT DAMN

he’s so fucking mad. omg??! omg

okay so I’m gonna try my best to explain why I love this so much lol. all right. so the thing is, it’s actually so rare for Deku to actually take the reins like this. even though he’s the main character, even though he’s All Might’s heir, his personality is such that he genuinely doesn’t mind being in the backseat and is perfectly content to share the spotlight with others, or even relinquish it completely. BnHA has had... how many arcs so far? hold up let me check

-- okay I just checked and it’s 18. so, 18 arcs. and out of all those arcs, Deku has had a solo fight in approximately... five of them. and two of those fights were against Bakugou and Todoroki, respectively, so he was still sharing the spotlight even then. aside from that, he’s fought Muscular, Gentle, and Overhaul (oh, and Shinsou, I guess). that’s it! and it’s been almost 300 chapters! and again, he’s the main character. in a shounen manga. like seriously though, that is wild

and so seeing him here like this on the last page, ready to throw hands with Tomura, presumably while using Blackwhip as some sort of physical barrier to coat his attacks and prevent Tomura from trying any more Decay shenanigans with him? dude. I FELT THAT HYPE. it’s just a really effective way of keeping me from getting Main Character Fatigue like I might get in most other shounen series. because Deku doesn’t get the spotlight all that often in comparison, it still feels fresh to me, especially now with him actually going up against the Big Bad. just, idk what else to say except “hell yeah” lol

anyway, so I don’t even know how long it’s gonna last, and I expect that Kacchan and Shouto aren’t going to be content to just sit back and let Deku have all the glory either (Kacchan in particular is probably frothing at the mouth already), so in all likelihood it’s probably going to be more of a 3-on-1 than a 1-on-1. and it’s also very likely to end with Tomura gaining the upper hand and trying to take OFA! and so in truth this is a very fleeting moment of triumph, and the most premature of celebrations! but even so... damn. and also I just love seeing shounen kids lose their damn minds and explode with angry determination. and I especially love seeing it with Deku, because I love the reminder that beneath that sweet, unassuming nerdy exterior lies a core of fucking steel. that look in his eyes, though. TOMURA ARE YOU SCARED. you should be a little scared, lmao

anyway. so that’s the chapter! and I’m really glad we ended on this note, not just because Deku is a badass, but also because like I was saying earlier, this was about as bad a situation as the good guys have ever been in, and I felt like the manga was starting to lose that feeling of hope that still needs to be there at its core even when things are at their darkest. idk, I feel like we needed this. Tomura got a chance to catch his breath in the last chapter, and now it’s the heroes’ turn. whew

[descendantofthesparrow]

Shuffle Playlist - Rewrite - Part of Your World - Part 8 - Fights and Sisters

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Mal lifted her foot into the air as she leaned to her right to get the perfect curve of Evie's hair, biting her lip in concentration as she listened to the calming sounds of a spray-paint can fill the room. she clicked her heel as she leaned back onto the box she was standing on and nodded to herself, the mural for her friends was almost done, the last thing she had to do was add detail and she would be done.

“At least I don’t see myself with horns and a pitchfork” Mal spun around with a gasp, holding up her can defensively as she looked onto the sheepish Ben who stood before her.

He waited for her to lower the can, but Mal didn’t budge, keeping her finger on the spray mechanic. “Mal-“ Ben took a step forward, stopping as Mal shook the can threateningly, her eyes staring into Bens with a warning to back off.

“How’d you get here” Mal whispered, she had thought it would take just a bit longer for her friends to get here, she wasn’t ready to face them again.

“I- Mal I’m so sorry about the fight, it was all my fault” Mal shook her head defiantly, no, it wasn’t Ben's fault, not completely, it was hers too.

“How.did.you.get.here” Mal stressed, shaking the can again as if it was a weapon.

“The limo, Jay drove us-“ us. That meant Evie was here, Carlos too, god she hoped Cruella and EQ didn’t know they were here.

“Of course,” she muttered, chucking her can to the floor, seeing Ben flinch out of the corner of her eye, but she ignored it, kicking her old makeshift stool over and growling.

They were her family, why did she think they would take a week to come get her, of course it would only be hours before they found her.  But she just needed to escape for a bit, she didn’t want to stay on the isle, not after she crossed the barrier again, but once inside there was no way out, not without the remote.

She was happy that they came to get her because that meant they cared enough to do so, but she wasn’t ready to go back to the craziness of Auradon just yet.

“Mal” Ben started again, attempting to walk up to her but stopping as she held up her hands. “please come home” he held out his class ring, the one Mal hadn't taken off since his coronation.

She stared at him for a moment, trying to figure how to word what she wanted to say ‘(y/n) did always say I had a habit of saying things the wrong way’ she scoffed at herself, shaking her head. “Ben….I-“ she shook her hands in frustration “im-not gah!” Ben blinked in surprise as she suddenly yelled and shook her head and arms “words! Ben!” he jumped as she yelled out his name, she calmed herself with a deep breath "I am home….you’ve said before that home is where you feel like you can be yourself well”

she held her arms out, gesturing to the hideout “this is it; this is where I feel most comfortable, in leather, with purple hair, with my knife in my sleeve, baring my teeth when someone looks at me funny, swearing to my heart's content because fuck it!” she let her arms go limp and felt them smack against her thighs. She sniffed, feeling her nose burn “Ben, I love Auradon, I love the skies, I love the food, I love the school but….but it's just-”

she lifted her hands up again, her frustration showing in her face and hands as they clenched “I couldn’t even blink without someone in my face asking me about my mother!!” Ben glanced to his left, seeing a large tank with the tiny black and purple dragon sitting on a mini cloth couch, small puffs of green smoke exiting through its muzzle, her toxic green eyes locked onto his form.

 “ or bugging me about me being the lady of the fucking court!! Ben, I don’t know what you expected from me but HOW did you expect me to be able to just flip a switch and turn into this perfect pink princess who always smiles and-“

“I never asked you to change!” Ben yelled, finally shutting Mal up “I didn’t want you to become a perfect Auradon girl Mal! I wanted you! I wanted the girl that told Chad fuck off, I wanted the girl that was adorably possessive of her strawberries, I wanted the girl that growled at people when they stepped to close to Evie or Carlos, I wanted the girl that fought Jay for six hours about the logics of lightsabers, I wanted the girl that jumped off the dorm building because Carlos dared her, I wanted the girl that chewed on her hair because it smelled like grape juice!” Ben panted, giving a small smile to Mal as she stared at him in shock “I wanted you Mal, I didn’t want you to change.”

Mal was silent for a few moments, eyes drifted from Bens once more outstretched hand to his eyes. She took a deep breath, trying to keep calm. “Then why didn’t you say anything” she muttered in a wavering voice. Ben's heart dropped, his body slumping as he looked into Mals watering eyes. “Not once did you ask ‘Hey what happened to my hair’ ‘hey, why that dress’ ‘hey, what happened to your leather’. Not once did you ever SAY you liked my purple hair better, or my leather clothes, or anything like that, you just stood by and smiled, because you are always in this happy glitter world where everything is good. 

Well, it's not Ben! I was stressed out of my mind about everything. I could hardly eat because I was always reading those damn etiquette books, I was up every night till four am studying because I was so tired from learning fucking which spoon to use for soup that I couldn’t keep up my grades anymore, I failed art class did you know that?! no! because you didn’t ask!” Mal panted as she tried to catch her breath, Ben shook his head and stomped his food slightly.

“I shouldn’t need to ask! You should tell me about this kinda stuff I’m your boyfriend! I’m not psychic Mal! I don’t know what's going on in your brain, that’s not my job!!” Mal shook her hands in frustration, her headache returning as her eyes glowed slightly.

“that is-GAH! I’m not saying it's your job! Do you think I know what's going in my fucked-up brain Ben?! It’s a fucking labyrinth that I only just started to navigate! I’m fucked up Ben! And I’m sorry if you can't handle it because I can't either! I’m trying to be better but if you don’t help then I’m never GOING to be better! And before you say anything, I don’t mean help me be the perfect Auradon girl I mean help to be a better me!”

She harshly patted her chest to accentuate her words “call me out on my bullshit, call me out when I say the wrong thing, call me out when I hurt your feelings! I've needed help since I turned against my mother, I don’t know what I’m doing Ben, I needed someone to guide me to be a better person yet all I've gotten is (y/n) being the only person in the universe to notice that I’m imploding!” Mal covered her face with her hands and sighed “Ben, you make me so happy, but-but….you don’t notice anything about me, not really”

Ben tilted his head in confusion, shrugging as he did so “what the hell does that mean? I always pay attention to you!”

“Not really” Mal sobbed, making Ben stop…Mal never cried “Ben I’m was so fucking confused and stressed about…everything, and not one time did you ask ‘are you okay’, and-and I know I lied to you about using my magic but-what harm did it do? I didn’t spell you to think I was perfect, or anybody else! Just items to help myself because I’m not a superhuman who can do everything at once with no-fault! So what I used a speed-reading spell, or a blonde hair spell, or a food spell?! I understand why you are mad about it, because yes! I lied to you about what I was doing and how I was doing it, but even if I never told you, would you have found out?!” Ben sighed, holding his hands up.

“let me calm down, I don’t want this to turn into a screaming match, because if it does (y/n)’s gonna come up here and hurt us” Mal let out a breath like laugh, taking a step back and hugging herself.

After a few moments of silence, Ben finally spoke again “I’m sorry Mal” she looked up at him, a single tear trailing down her cheek “you’re right, I should have noticed you weren’t okay, because….it is my job as your boyfriend to take care of you, and I didn’t do that…I had the same problem with Audrey, sometimes she would come back from her grandparents place a wreck, but put up a front to not worry me, and while everyone else noticed, I just looked away as if her problems didn’t exist. I did the same to you, I’m sorry…” Ben looked down at the floor, playing with his fingers nervously. Mal sighed, stepping closer to Ben and rubbing his arm. “I’m sorry too, if I had asked for help months ago all this would have never happened.” Ben looked back up at Mal, holding out the ring.

“Please come back with us” Mal stared at the ring, slowly reaching out to grab it, smiling as she felt the cool metal of the ring. Then she shook her head, placing it back in his hand.

“…we don’t work right now Ben” Ben gaped at her, trying to speak but she held up her hand “listen to me, we don’t work right now, I’m too mentally closed off, and most of the time can’t look past my own nose. I-I need to fix myself before I can be with you in a way that’s not…toxic. Because that’s what this is, it's toxic, we don’t communicate at all and never look past the surface of each other…I need to take myself out of the picture because its what's best for you and myself…if we kept going like we are now it's only going to hurt us in the end…I’m sorry” she closed Bens fingers around the ring and pushed it back towards him. “But I can't do this right now”

“But I love you” Ben whispered, making Mal stop as she turned to the wall “Don’t you love me?”

She was silent for a few moments before she looked back at Ben. “I know that I’m always happy when I see you or even think of you. I know I love my friends; I love Auradon, and I love the idea of us together but….I don’t know if I’m in love with you Ben, I know I love you but….I’m not sure I’m in love yet…I’m sorry”

She turned and walked back to the mural of her friends, sighing as Ben tried to follow her, she turned, shaking her head “Ben you should go…Tell them that I’ll be ready to come back to Auradon in a week okay?” she looked back to the wall, closing her eyes as once again Ben stepped closer “Ben please go, please leave” she stared into Ben’s sad eyes, feeling another tear drop down her cheek and off her jaw.

Ben slowly nodded, stumbling back towards the stairs and leaving the hideout. Mal let out a low sob, leaning against the wall and covering her mouth.

‘This was the right thing to do’ she reminded herself, breaking up with Ben was the best thing for both of them. At least until she got ahold of her own mind.

=

You looked up as Ben finally descended the stairs again, Mal, like in the movie, not behind him. Evie perked up, walking over to him and looking up towards the hideout “So…Where’s Mal?” Ben shook his head dejected.

“She's not coming back.” Ben muttered, pushing past Evie and Carlos and walking down the alley to get some alone time. You narrowed your eyes, should you follow him? There could be a chance that Uma wouldn’t send anyone to kidnap him…without Harry, you didn’t even know if Uma had a crew, let alone the lost revenge, since Harry's old wharf rats from before were Uma’s crew. You shared a look with Gil and made to start following Ben, but noticed he was already out of your sight.

“How does a scrawny boi like that move so fast?” you muttered, smiling a bit as Gil shrugged and turned back towards the other vks.

“GO AWAY” the makeshift comm system was closed off, leaving Evie staring at the speaker with sad eyes.

You turned back to the alley, seeing a tall figure beginning to walk toward you…that wasn’t Harry, you knew that…who was it then? “guys” you interrupted Jay and Evie's conversation, they turned to you with wide-eyes and raised brows “Ben’s gone”

Evie rushed to your side and called out for Ben “Ben?” no response, but the tall figure continued to move closer “Ben?!” once more no response, but Evie seemed to think the figure was Ben, which you knew it wasn’t….but it also wasn't Harry. Evie sighed in relief and placed her hands on her hips “Ben don’t scare us like that!”

“don’t scare you?!” a teen stepped out of the shadows, his fiery red hair stark against the grunge of the isle walls “but that takes all the fun outta it!”

Yeah, you immediately hated him, you glared at the teen, watching carefully as a monkey chatted away on his shoulder…Jack…that must mean…

Who knew Barbossa could have such a distasteful son?

“Davy” Gil growled, clenching his fists and taking a threatening step towards the smaller teen. Davy glanced at him, his eyes widening for a moment as he looked at Gil's now even larger form.

“What did you do with Ben?!” Jay yelled, Davy pursed his lips in thought before he “miraculously” remembered what had happened only moments before. He turned and pointed down the alley, grinning as Jay grit his teeth at him.

“Oh um, we took him, yeah, and if you want to see him again, have Mal come to the chip shop tonight” he looked at Evie, Carlos, and Jay  “Alone” he turned to you, a flirty grin spreading across his face. “Well well, hello beauti-AHHH” as he reached out with his left hand to grab your hand, you grabbed his finger and pushed it back till you heard it crack.

“touch me again and it's your neck next” you growled, smirking as Davy whimpered in pain. Gil let out a laugh, giving a little wave to Davy as he looked at him with wide eyes.

“you should know Davy” Gil snickered “if your names not Harry Hook, you don’t touch (y/n) without a few bones being broken~” Davy paled at the way Gil said it so cheerfully, looking back up at you and squeaking as you gave him a sharp grin, almost reminiscent of Harrys.

Your other hand drew to your waist and you un-did Harry’s hook from your belt and held the pointy end up to Davy's neck “and I don’t mind spilling some blood~” you released Davy's hand and he scrambled back, giving the five of you a scared look before bolting down the alley.

“he’s gonna lie and say he scared us half to death, isn’t he?” you muttered, slipping the hook back on your belt and crossing your arms.

“yep, that’s what he does” Gil sighed, watching as Jay started to climb up the side of the stairs to go tell Mal about Ben.

=

Smee cursed himself for being old and slow, he had finally made it to Harriet's ship after thirty minutes of walking, and she wasn’t here! His oldest son, Sammy, didn’t know where she was either, only that CJ had told her something and she had left as soon as she was done with work.

His younger sons, the twins, walked up to him and made him sit down, noticing his heavy breathing from overexerting himself “dad please just sit for a while, I’m sure Harriet will be back soon” Smee slowly nodded. But he didn’t want to wait, Harrys freedom and life were at stake.

“my boy, please go out and look for her, I need to speak with her as soon as possible, it's urgent” Sammy furrowed his brows but nodded, turning to the crew and putting Xiaohui, Shan Yu’s daughter, in charge. The girl nodded, turning to the crew and barking orders.

“I'll be back soon dad, Skipper-Sterling, stay with him okay” the twins nodded and turned back to their father mostly distracting him from his worries as they told him about their day.

Smee smiled but the thought of Harry rested in the back of his mind. Oh, how he hoped there was enough time to save him before one of James ‘clients’ decided to take their ‘payment’

=

“This wouldn't have happened if you didn’t bring him along, what were you thinking?!” Mal yelled, leaning on the wall next to her as she glared at her friends.

You and Gil sat on the couch, watching as the four vks as they argued. “He was going to come with or without us we were just trying to protect him!” Evie reasoned, Carlos shook his head and looked to Evie.

“yeah, and great job we did there huh?!” Evie opened her mouth to argue with Carlos when Jay held his hands up and spoke over them.

“OKAY!...okay” you all turned to Jay “what do we do now?” Mal huffed and stepped down from the archway she was under.

“We” she gestured to the other vks and you “Are not doing anything, this is between Uma and me, and Uma’s a punk, and guess what! Now I have to go fix your mistake!” she grabbed her bag and swung it over her shoulder, gritting her teeth as Carlos stopped her again. “Hey hey, you’re still gonna have to go through whatever crew Uma’s got” Jay nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, you’re gonna need us” Mal shrugged.

“Uma said to come alone” Evie sighed and stepped forward.

“Mal come on” she just gave Evie a look and Carlos sighed.

“Uma said to come alone…I don’t know about you guys but I’m not going anywhere” he flopped down on the couch between you and Gil. Mal sighed, looking at her friends. “I know you didn’t mean to get Ben kidnapped” she muttered, finally calming down from her earlier frustration “but that was the stupidest thing any of you have ever done…” Mal glanced at you, sighing “ (y/n), Harry said he’d be at his apartment and Jay could take you there, see you guys later” Mal left the hideout with that. you jumped up and beamed at Jay, who sighed and nodded, gesturing towards the stairs.

“I’m coming with you” Gil muttered, standing up from the couch and following after you and Jay “never bad to have extra muscle” Jay nodded at that and followed you down the stairs, laughing a bit as you skipped some three at a time.

“come on!” you yelled up at them, passing Mal and jumping off the last flight bouncing on your heels as you waited for them

“We’re coming!” Jay yelled, he and Mal making it to the bottom at the same time. “come on” Gil caught up a moment later and you followed Jay down the alley as Mal headed towards the wharf.

“don’t do anything stupid Mal” you called back, smirking as she lifted her arm up and gave you the middle finger.

“Okay, so” Jay stared, keeping a brisk pace as he leads you to Harry's apartment “Harry's place is about ten minutes to and from here, so let's get a move on” you and Gil nodded, easily keeping up with Jay as he took several turns and backways towards Harry's apartment.

=

Mal took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment to hype herself up. She couldn't afford any mistakes; Bens life was on the line. She pushed open the doors, smirking as the whole restaurant went silent. She dropped it as she made eye contact with Uma “Looser party of one” Uma droned, gesturing to a free table with two seats around it “Right this way please”

Mal rolled her eyes, walking over to her, stopping and catching the chair that Uma slid towards her. Uma chuckled and rose her brow in challenge. Mal twisted the chair around and sat backward on it, setting her arms on the backrest and sighing. She glanced around, eyeing the rest of the pirates that were resting her then finally looking at Uma, whose dark-now almost black- eyes were glaring into hers.

Mal was silent for a moment, contemplating her words as Uma stared into her soul. Mal smirked, leaning on her palm as she attempting to look as if she wasn’t there on business “How's life~?”

Uma chuckled, tilting her head “Oh pretty good, ya know, considering the food shortage and contaminated water” Mal felt her eye twitch at that. How could she have forgotten all the bad stuff on the isle?

Why did she ever ask her friends if they ever wanted to be back on the isle? Of course Evie and Carlos wouldn’t want to come back this place sucked. Mal forced herself to roll her eyes and lean back on her chair a bit “Where is he” Uma ripped off her apron and let it flop on the floor, giving Mal another smirk.

“you know I’ve dreamed of this?” she laughed again, walking over to another table and leaning on it “You wanting something from me, and me watching you squirm like a worm on a hook~” Mal rolled her eyes again.

“I’m flattered, but I’m done trash-talking, where’s Ben” Uma furrowed her brows, Mal was usually the one to keep talking until the sun went down, it was odd for her to get straight to the point. But she shrugged it off and took a seat across from Mal.

“here's the deal” Mal raised her brow.

“there's always a deal with sea witches” Mal muttered, smirking as Uma gave her a look. Uma lifted her arm on the table, her elbow resting on the surface as her hand arched into the air.

“If you win, Bens free to go!” Mal stared at her for a moment, really? An arm-wrestling match?...she should have brought (y/n), Uma had always been a bit physically stronger than her. “Hmm?” Uma taunted, smiling as Mal finally hiked her arm on the table and started to line up their hands. Uma pulled back for a moment, pouting at Mal “Don’t you want to know what I get if I win?”

Mal stopped…then nodded, letting her hand lay flat on the table. Uma blinked in surprise, Mal never waited to hear the other end, always assuming she would win so she never bothered to learn what the other person wanted. She brushed it off, her teasing smirk slipping into a sharp grin. “If I win…you get me the wand” Mal took a sharp breath, cursing herself as Uma chuckled at it.

Mal closed her eyes and nodded, lifting her hand again to start the match “Fine, If I win; you give me Ben, If you win; I get the wand and bring it to you” Uma smiled, clasping her hand with Mal’s and nodding.

“On three” Uma ordered, Mal sighed and rolled her eyes, starting the countdown.

“One”

“Two~”

“three!” Mal pushed her hand to the left, gritting her teeth slightly as she felt heavy resistance from Uma’s side. Uma let out a small chuckle, smiling at Mal as she started to taunt her.

“You know, that whole princess act. Ugh.” She rolled her eyes, a sharp grin growing on her face “Never bought it for a second. You can stick a tiara on your head but you’re still a villain” Mal smirked, wow she actually thought that was an insult~ how cute.

“Thank you~” Mal purred, enjoying the look of confusion in Uma’s eyes. She jerked her arm heavily to the left, turning the match more to her side, Uma grunted in exertion. Mal hummed to herself, maybe she was stronger than the last time she had “fought” Uma. “and you can slap a pirate hat on and call yourself captain; but you can’t even hold out for your ‘boys’?”

Uma’s eyes flashed and a weight settled in her chest. “I mean come on” Mal cackled, feeling her headache return as her eyes glowed “it's only been five months~ you really gave up on them so quickly?” Uma’s hand was inches away from the table, her teeth gritting in exertion as her mind ran a thousand miles a minute. “How would Harry feel if he knew you already replaced him with Davy?”

Uma looked back up at Mal, glaring at the purple-haired fae “when you see them” she growled, her eyes flashing turquoise “tell them they're dead to me” Mal gasped, what?! No! that wasn’t how Uma was supposed to react!! In her moment of confusion, Uma took the chance of Mal’s now loose grip and slammed her hand down on the other side.

Uma stood from her seat and yelled in victory, pumping her hands in the air as the pirates around them cheered. Uma slammed her hands on the table, smirking as she stared at Mal's shocked and defeated form “Now, if you want beasty boy back” Mal raised her brow at the nickname she thought only (y/n) and Harry called Ben “Bring me fairy godmothers wand. To my ship tomorrow at the wharf docks next to the old garage near the pair at twelve noon.” She stood straight and flipped her hair back “Sharp, got it?”  Mal finally looked away from her hand to Uma, glaring at the sea witch.

Uma cackled turning and walking back towards the kitchens when she stopped, turning back to Mal and smiling at her “Oh and if you blab? You can kiss your baby goodbye~” she blew a kiss to Mal and walked off.

Mal sat at the table for a moment, before rushing to stand and get back to the hideout. If Uma told her to go tell Harry he was dead to her, that meant Harry had never talked to Uma.

And they had gotten to the isle at six pm, it was now almost nine pm. Something was wrong.

=

You huffed a bit as you climbed the rickety metal stairs up towards Harry's apartment. Jay stopped In front of a black door with silver and red spray paint all over it. Harry's name scratched into the door. “Here it is” Jay muttered, opening the unlocked door and stepping inside. “ Harry?!” Jay yelled, furrowing his brows as no response followed.

“Harry!?” you yelled, pushing past Jay and stepping into the apartment, your chest tightening as you heard nothing back. Mal said he would be here, why wasn’t he here! “Harry!?” you ran towards the back end of the apartment, going through the red curtain door and looking around.

All you saw was an old queen-sized bed with red and black sheets, a painted red dresser in the corner, a cracked wall mirror, and some clothes thrown about the floor. “He’s not in his room!” you called, stepping further into the room and glancing about, you saw a connected room showing rusty bathroom, pretty nicely kept but unused for a while.

“It looks like he hasn't even touched the kitchen” Gil yelled back, you heard some doors slam closed and Gil walking around the main area.

“…” you pressed your lips together, walking back out of his room and into the living room/entrance area “do you think he went to talk to his sisters? Or Uma” Gil shook his head.

“No, if he talked to Uma, she wouldn’t have sent someone after Ben…or Harry would have been the one to take Ben” Gil sighed, holding his hands on his hips and shaking his head “It hardly looks like he even stepped foot in here” he muttered, glancing at the dark brown couch to his left and the old TV to his right.

“But someone has obviously been in here” Jay pointed out, gesturing to booted footprints on the floorboards “Not Harry but someone else” Gil crouched down, trailing his fingers on the print.

“…CJ’s” Gil confirmed, standing and whipping his hands on his pants “those are CJ’s footprints” you and Jay looked at him with wide eyes.

“How do you know?” Jay asked, rubbing the back of his head as he stared at the footprints. Gil shrugged.

“Dad taught me how to tell people apart just from their boot size and stride length, this is CJ’s, see how they don’t show the full boot and they aren’t far apart? She skips as she walks so she wouldn’t touch the ground completely or take full strides” you let out a low whistle.

“Impressive….and those are?” you pointed at another set of much bigger prints that were opposite of CJs. Gil took one look and beamed.

“Harry’s! so Harry was here! But probably not for long if nothing else here is touched” you sighed in relief, so Harry was at his apartment like he said he would be…but if he wasn’t here, and he wasn't at the chip shop…where was he?

“Okay, so…how do we find out where he is?” Gil shrugged, crossing his arms.

“Best bet? Harriet or CJ’s place, he probably hasn’t talked to Uma yet considering she sent Davy to do her dirty work” Gil shivered at the mention of the red-haired “pirate”

“Then we go to Harriet or CJ’s place” you decided, turning to exit the apartment,  only to be stopped by a cutlass blade at your throat "oh... it's you" the girl in front of you growled. Your shoulders dropped in realization as you looked upon the girl's face. Dark curly hair, bright ocean blue eyes lined with black eyeshadow, red coat, hook earrings, and a hook patch on her sleeve

"Harriet?" you whispered "Harriet Hook?" The girl, Harriet, raised her sculpted brow and tilted her head "that would be me, and you are the Auradon brat that stole my brother" you shook your head "we can talk about that later, Harry’s not here and he hasn't talked to Uma" Harriet's eyes widened and the sword drew away from your neck "what? But CJ said he went to talk to Uma two hours ago” you and Harriet stared at each other, horror blooming on your faces as Jay and Gil looked at each other with wide eyes as they came to the same realization you and Harriet did.

"Harry’s missing”

-end of part 8-

and there we go~ Ben and Mal have officially broken up! hopefully that fight made sense and didn't sound like a therapist was talking through either of them lol. also ive decided to fix the timeline of D2 a bit since its just all over the place (it starts on Thursday, when Ben and Mal go on their picnic date, and cotillion is said to be three days from that point (for me that means Thursday (1) Friday (2), Saturday (3rd day/cotillion day)) Mal goes to the isle on Thursday, Uma and Mal arm wrestle on Thursday night/early Friday morning, and the wand for ben fight happens noon the day after the arm wrestle( which is friday i think?) and then suddenly cotillion is the same night as the wand fight? even though its really only been a day and a half) so now im my timeline, the first quarter of d1 happens ALLL on Thursday, up until Carlos n Jay head back to Auradon for the phoney wand, then the big fight happens on Friday, then cotillion on Saturday to give Evie time to fix up Mals cotillion dress

also dont blame Uma for saying Harry n Gil are dead to her, she don't know they love her with all their heart and are still her boys 

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