#good luck coping with all this y’all

[capobegone]

Unhinged Kimetsu Academy Headcanons

-Muzan and Kagaya are cousins. They despise each other. They are forced to be civil when the extended family gets together around the holidays, and have an unspoken agreement that they have to pretend to get along for the sake of their relatives. Kagaya is much better at this than Muzan. Amane holds her tongue, but she and Kagaya talk mad shit in the car on the way home.

-Mitsuri is going to art school, and desperately wants to student-teach in Tengen’s art class. He always refuses, mainly out of a very warranted fear that his students will like her better than him. 

-When Kyojuro’s hearing is having an especially bad day, he can really struggle to speak to Obanai, who is soft spoken and wears a mask, so Kyojuro cannot read his lips. They will get stuck in loops of “what? Sorry, what?”, and Kyojuro feels bad about making Obanai take his mask off, so sometimes he’ll ask Obanai to write things down or just sign to him instead.

-When it gets especially cold outside, Tanjiro will force Inosuke to accept his coat by yammering about how much he appreciated him and how sad he would be if Inosuke caught a cold. If he gets flustered and giddy enough, Inosuke will agree to wear the coat so Tanjiro will be happy.

-During Zenitsu’s first week at the academy, he referred to the Ubuyashikis as “Beauty and the Beast”, and was overheard by Amane. Upon reporting this to Kagaya, she was shocked to find that instead of calling for discipline, Kagaya laughed his ass off for ten minutes straight and immediately adopted the nicknames. To this day, he still calls her Beauty when trying to tease her, and they have matching keychains of the enchanted rose on their work bags.

-Because he is polite, respectful, and capable of beating a grown man’s ass into the pavement if needed, many girls will approach Hakuji for protection if they are scared to walk home alone. One time he escorted Nezuko home when Tanjiro had a doctor’s appointment, and Kie rewarded him with enough bread to last him and Koyuki a week.

-Hakuji is mortified by the way he used to harass Kyojuro for a fight as a middle schooler. After marrying Koyuki, he has cleaned up his ways and become quite the gentleman, and he copes by lying to himself that the teachers have forgotten all about it. Unbeknownst to him, Kyojuro is quite excited for Hakuji to graduate so they can finally have a good old spar between martial artists.

-The Ubuyashikis are fully aware that Nakime is a spy for Kibutsuji. Kagaya lets her stay, because she has never once uncovered anything remotely useful, and he knows that she’s just a bit down on her luck and looking for a place to belong. He has faith that someday she’ll realize the error of her ways and abandon Muzan’s regime of terror. Amane is not convinced, and actively takes any chance she can get to thwart Nakime’s casual espionage.

-Tengen loves to watch anime, being the art nerd and flashy bastard that he is. His favorite is Jojo’s Bizzare Adventure, and he often tries to peer pressure Kyojuro into watching it. Kyojuro tends to have a hard time following what on earth is happening in that show, but he does enjoy some of the more tame ones.

-Following the Halloween festival, Kokushibo developed a casual interest in cooking. He’s gotten quite good with a bit of practice. Rumor has it that he makes an extremely good curry, and it’s become Yoriichi’s favorite.

y’all I have so many thoughts about this lmfaooo somebody SEDATE ME

[codename-adler]

DANCE TIL YOU FIND SOMEONE TO DIE FOR UPDATING??? YES GOD YES!!!

Yes!!!!! It really warms my heart that you still care anon 🥹🫶

Adler's PiPs ~ Project: dance 'til you find someone to die for (dtyfstdf)

Premise for newcomers: What if instead of Seth, Riko had tried to get rid of Aaron? The night Seth was supposed to "accidently" die, Ravens found their way to Aaron instead. By pure dumb luck, Kevin answers his call for help and from then on, Kevin and Aaron are thrown together to brace themselves for every deadly trap sent their way. The dangerous game they play isn't just Exy anymore, and their hearts might get caught in the crossfire. >>Here on ao3 or >>here on Tumblr (masterlist of all parts)

Oh dear lord I have not updated since… 2021. I am so sorry. Things in the brain and the body got in the way. But that does not mean I have stopped thinking about Kevin and Aaron and the alternate timeline I have created. I’ve just had to scale down the plot a little bit, for now, as well as my expectations and goals. It became too big for me and that scared me, and discouraged me. So now it’s little bites and little steps! Or what they call “filler episodes” in the industry… We love those, right?

Up next: Shower Scene. Will it be sexy? Uh, yeah, you could say that. Will it be angsty? Oh yeah. That’s the main goal. I’m drawing a lot from personal experience with physical scars and how it affects routine activities such as washing up. I wanted to give a new perspective on scars, different from Neil’s or Andrew’s, and realized that I could expiate some of my demons through Aaron (like one does), who now has scars similar to mine due to every injury he has suffered in the fic until now. I also just love shower scenes in aftg fics. They’re so tense and charged!! There’s Kevin, and there’s Aaron, having an emotional conversation under hot water, only separated by a stall wall. Ugh! The boys have got to get hot and bothered about each other at some point, ya know? Anyhoo, that is the starting point of this new era for the fic. It’s small in the grand scheme of things, it’s full of dialogue (my péché mignon), it’s good therapy (for me, not them) and well that’s the dream for now!

Now, what after that. There are, evidently, unavoidable parts that must happen in order for the story to progress both in its own timeline and according to the canon timeline. There is the infamous New Year’s in NYC / holidays at the Nest thing, where I want to explore how Kevin copes with both Neil and Andrew locked away, and how Aaron helps (or aggravates) him considering how changed their friendship is. Thea also has to make an appearance at some point, both for the sake of this fic and for her own spin-off with Katelyn. And also so I can end things between her and Kevin in a way that I deem respectful and believable enough for both Kevin and her. I have little fillers here and there that mean the world to me, but they all lead to a First Kiss. They gotta get there at some point right? I’m not sure yet which of them will make the first move. I got multiple scenarios for each. There most certainly will be blood involved.

I really want to give you a snippet. I’ve got nothing ready or non-spoilish. But maybe, just maybe, by the time I post the corresponding part, y’all will have forgotten about this? So, um, there:

P.S.

Ye olde playlist

[bornairhead]

Astro Observations [pt.2]

Thank you all so much for the love on my last observation post, I can’t believe how much my account has grown from just that one post alone!🥹 But since y’all loved my last one, here’s part 2 of astrological observations I’ve personally made about some of the placements. Once again, this is just for fun, so if you don’t resonate with a placement I talked about, there’s always other things in your chart that affect the way it plays out for you. Enjoy! :)

- taurus get the most hate for being stubborn, but all of the fixed signs are stubborn in their own way

- taurus is stubborn about their possessions and time

- leo is stubborn when it comes to other people and their relationships

- scorpio is stubborn about their relationships and emotional patterns

- aquarius is stubborn about their thought patterns and opinions

- kids with sagittarius placements are the epitome of a “wild child”. They’re literally the type to try everything at least once so that they’ve said they experienced it before

- while some people link the 2nd house with Taurus and laziness, people with 2nd house moons are very much focused on creating a legacy/”name” for themselves and work hard to do so

- the house that usually causes laziness in its natives is the 5th house. 5th house moon natives often only act when its in the name of pleasure, so if they don’t see a pleasurable ending to whatever they’re supposed to do, chances are they won’t try to get around to it

- people with mars-neptune aspects quite literally have the most violent daydreams when they’re upset or irritated. They’re also ultra sensitive, so good luck trying not to piss them off lol

- mars in all of the fire signs NEED to get mad in the moment or else they run the risk of holding onto all the anger and then exploding at the wrong time and hurting themselves and others

- because Pisces is the most understanding and empathetic sign, venus in pisces natives have a tendency to go after people they know are wrong for them on some level, but attempt to fix them because they understand that beneath the other person’s flaws is just a wounded individual that needs comforting

- people with tropical earth mercuries that turn into sidereal fire mercuries are very funny people by nature and they’re usually the type of person who can instantly spark up a conversation with anyone and make it feel like they’re best friends even if they’re not

- our sun sign can show the coping/defense mechanisms we picked up from our paternal caretaker and our moon sign can show the coping/defense mechanisms we picked up from our maternal caretaker

- ie. I have a pisces sun and my dad is constantly victimizing himself in the most outrageous situations and is known for switching his personality completely depending on who he’s around. I also have a libra moon and my mom is a very complacent and overly pleasing person to others (even tho she’s an aries lol) & she was more so a middle man between me and my dad, rather than a protector

- people with lots of scorpio energy (especially scorpio stelliums) make the most off-putting remarks that make people around them uncomfortable while the scorpio person finds them hilarious

- libras love to give advice, but sometimes it’s so in vain that their advice is not helpful at all because it comes off very superficial

- mars in cancer makes some of the pettiest people out there and they are not afraid to show their sarcasm & bitterness to the face of the person that’s been annoying them

- leos are the true party planners of the zodiac. they have a true eye for how everything should look overall and also 

[rebornologist]

Xanxus, Squalo & Yamamoto ♡ Relationship + Kink headcanons ✧ REPOST

tumblr ate my post (it probably got flagged but idk how else to cope so I've dug it back out of my google drive to repost it) If you've seen this already, I'm sorry. If you haven't, I'm still sorry.

♡ Xanxus

Doesn’t let you off the hook just because he’s in a romantic relationship with you; In fact, he has very high standards for who he would deem a worthy partner, to be seen with him, to be his arm candy, to fight alongside him, etc.

You were definitely the one to woo him, mostly with your impressive work as a hitman and the occasional bending over in front of him to pick up the reports you dropped before handing them over to him. He knows that you’re far too careful to accidentally drop them, so he’s only amused by the games you’re playing and enjoying the eyeful. It takes quite a bit of brains and skill to stand out to him.

He keeps it very much on the down-low, he believes in your capability to protect yourself, but it’s only natural to keep your relationship under wraps because that’s vulnerability, babes! He knows you’re too smart to get caught and ransomed.. but there’s still a nonzero chance if there’s a target on your back and that doesn’t sit well with him.

You just happen to be seated next to him at every organized dinner event, adorned in the fattest diamond rings and gold necklaces, with luxury furs and a beautiful smile on your face as you laugh along with his men. Guess it pays well to be "just a Varia officer".

♡ Superbi Squalo

I’m biased as hell but I think he’s a fairly sweet and simple partner. He remembers most anniversaries, is surprisingly sentimental, and is overworked but tries to make time for you. Unfortunately, it means that he’s unlikely to be with someone high maintenance, he just has too much on his plate already, and his partner should be a solace for him, someone that both appreciates him for all that he does and doesn't add more expectations for him to meet.

Oh to get fresh sashimi omakase dinners for your anniversaries with the best sushi chefs (Tsuyoshi Yamamoto, ofc), you tease him and try to get him to play little drinking games with you and y’all reminisce your best and worst times that you’ve experienced together. The more liquor you get into this man, the softer he gets, and he will absolutely ramble on and on about you.

Squalo didn’t really know how to take people on dates for the longest time, because he committed himself to the art of the blade, or whatever... so his best shot at taking you out initially was just a fancy candle lit dinner and dessert. He didn’t know what to talk about, and his hair almost caught on fire with the open flames, but you laughed it off and found him super charming regardless, because you knew him outside of the whole dating scene as one of the most handsome, dedicated, and impressive men you’ve ever met. He didn’t have to do a lot of work to sweep you off your feet, even though he did try.

♡ Yamamoto Takeshi

He’s such college sweetheart material, have fun attending all of his games! You either get to tag along for away games (good luck keeping up with your coursework) or he calls you every night that he’s out of town to update you on how he’s doing.

You’re one of his biggest supporters, and he relies on you more than he wishes he did. I see Takeshi as a fairly monogamous man, and being raised in a traditional household, he withholds a lot of his emotional vulnerability, and alas, it’s kind of dumped on a significant other. On the bright side, you make him happier just by existing and being in his life. He feels so lucky to have you, and thanks his ancestors for blessing him with your presence every day.

He seems like a childhood-friends-to-lovers type of guy, which is super funny to me because he also seems like a notorious friendzoner! Yes, Takeshi, they definitely invited you over to hang out alone, as friends, in their room, with the lights dimmed, as friends, with a bottle of wine, looking at you like they want to kiss you breathless, as friends. (He knows, he's just avoided addressing it with everyone that he didn't reciprocate feelings for.)

You had to sit him down and tell him that you wanted him in more than just a platonic way, and you watched as he turned beet red, clumsily asked a few clarifying questions, and had to excuse himself for a moment to process the information.

He shares some of the most ridiculous bits of gossip with you! He’s a social butterfly that seems to be in every circle and people share everything with him since he’s such a good listener and tactful enough to not blab.. except for to his partner! You get annoyed with him for not asking the important questions to dig up more tea, to which he just giggles and shrugs like “I’m sorry, they just told me all of that unprompted! Do you want me to ask next time..?” (to which you’d scream “NO THAT’D BE TOO SUS”)

Voted number one most likely to hit a home run and sprint over to the stands to steal a kiss from you before running the bases. He almost got penalized for it, but they let it slide because everyone thought it was really cute teehee

Ngl idk what to write for kink HCs anymore I’ve written about their kinks enough

✧ Xanxus

I think.. Xanxus is a bastard, and when you sit him down in thebedroom to talk about kinks for the first time, he has the most blankly confused expression on his face because “what the fuck are those?” (HE’S ACTUALLY SO STUPID LORD HELP US)

You furrow your brows and rephrase the question; “so… what are you.. into? sexually,”

You do not get a good answer out of this man because he’s so repressed dear lord.. He grumbles about just being like.. into fucking, or whatever.. and you decide to just lay out what you like first, and let him respond with whether he agrees or disagrees. The discussion goes much smoother that way. He was much too invested in the whole ‘being the 10th generation boss of the Vongola’ thing to think too hard about his sexuality during his developing years.

He likes to get kinky with his partner because he likes his partner. He doesn’t particularly consider himself a kinky person, he’s just full of sexual energy and open to finding new outlets for it, especially anything that’s particularly intense. He does not like to be a gentle dom, and he gets impatient easily, so don’t count on him to play along with anything for too long before he just jumps your bones.

Generally speaking, he tends to be quite rough, or at least intense; he tends to like.. cum (yours and his).. dirty talk, and marking (giving/receiving), and y’all have recently come to terms with the shared affinity for predator/prey play in the bedroom.

He tends to agree with what kinds of kinky activity to engage in with his partners as his partner proposes them. Bring in some dark chocolate syrup next time and he would probably eat it all up ;)

Completely unarmed (though he could never truly be unarmed), he steps out of the shower to find you waiting for him, scantily clad and leaning against the wall, batting your eyelashes. It’s going to be that kind of night, huh... He snorts quietly under his breath, and a small smirk dances across his features.

With a few taps of your fingers, you turn and run, hiding in a corner until you hear him approaching. You dodge him and slip from his grasp a few times before he finally knocks you over and pins you to the ground, roughing shoving a knee between your legs and holding your wrists above your head.

You giggle, kicking up at his hardened muscles and squirming. He buries his nose in your neck and inhales your scent before biting down roughly on your shoulder. “Quiet, bunny.” He grumbles, and you whine in what could easily be satisfaction. You were in for a long play session.

✧ Superbi Squalo

He’s considered his kinkiness before. He doesn’t really know how to list them straightforwardly, because he also thinks of it as ‘I just like what I like’, similarly to Xanxus.

I’m not sure what this is called, but I think he’s definitely christened every shared space with you. The kitchen island is not safe from your lovemaking, the shower is not safe, the bathroom counter is not safe.. the couch, however, is. He thinks you look beautiful when you’re completely drenched, and nothing makes his day more than receiving a tasteful and slightly fogged up picture of you getting nice and clean in the bath. He often enjoys joining you in the shower to hoist you up against the wall just to kiss and caress down your entire body. It’s times like this where you tend to be less careful with digging your nails into his back, as you hold on for dear life in the slippery space. He wears the marks with pride.

He does get off on semi-public risky business on occasion, but it’s specifically when he has close to zero chance of getting caught. He doesn’t admit it, but he does enjoy you teasing him through his pants under the safety of the tablecloth at dinner, with onlookers believing that you’ve just got a hand innocently placed on his thigh. He side-eyes you with a raised eyebrow, as if to tell you to knock it off, but it does nothing but spur you on until he whispers for you to meet him on the balcony.

And that you do; you excuse yourself to “use the bathroom”, and he later follows with a mumble of “let me make sure they’re okay..”

That’s how you find yourself hidden out of plain sight behind a sharp corner, pinned up against a wall, in a spot where you’re unlikely to be spotted. The cool night air makes you shiver as it hits the wetness between your thighs as he roughly tugs your underwear aside, grumbling under his breath about how “damn impatient” you were, and how you’re “such a fucking brat”, but you know that he loves that you’re his fucking brat.

There’s something so raw and hot about you biting down on his gloved hand as he fucks you from behind, muffling his own sounds by kissing your shoulder while his other hand wraps around you to work you to your climax. He’s not often a fan of quickies, but there’s something so special about it being a quickie in this specific context.

✧ Yamamoto Takeshi

I actually deny what I said 3 years ago about him being only a dom, he’s a soft dom and a very good little subby puppy

He’s fairly vanilla, especially compared to what usually comes to mind with the rest of the KHR cast, but he enjoys anal play for both himself and his partner, and is sooo down to be pegged please bend him over nicely and sweetly

He doesn’t really enjoy sensory or impact play, because he’s not a fan of pain for either parties, but he has a lot of fun with dirty talk, role-playing, and anything more.. mental? The physical acts of intimacy are already so much for him, and you’ll still be in for a ride because he’s got stamina. He can just go and go and go and go..

He has never said this outright to you, but he kind of enjoys being edged, and the few times you did it accidentally, he came so hard that he saw stars. He proceeded to breathlessly ask if you could do that again, and when you asked, “what do you mean? Do what again?” he found himself stuttering in front of you like it was the day he first asked you out.

He can be a bit of size queen, and he loves watching his partner try to take his whole cock in their mouth, and the mean side of him doesn’t want to let up even when they gag or tear up; he thinks it’s so sexy, and one day he finally gets brave enough to let some praise slip when they gag, spurring them to take him even deeper.

If his partner is okay with it, there’s something so hot to him about cumming on them; be it their face, their chest, their stomach, ass, or back.. He cums quite a bit and it goes pretty far. He definitely failed to warn them beforehand (not on purpose) and felt so terrible when it got everywhere, but he also... instantly got hard again.

He has a habit of holding your hand in some way in most positions, but if you ask him nicely, he’ll release them to let you run your hands down his body :’) if you’re face-to-face with him, he likes intertwining your fingers, and if you’re facing away from him, he might… hold you by your wrists or lay his hands over yours. The constant contact is a regular thing with him.

[multiplicity-positivity]

Hello, I am just curious but do you have any advice/resources on how to help the host when they are burnt out? They don't seem to be able to fully be able to get out of fronting for very long periods of time.

Hi! Being burnt out can be exhausting and troublesome, and we’re really sorry to hear your host is struggling! Our host is nearly always cofronting (hey) and due to our disabilities he does struggle with burnout quite regularly. Here’s how we help him cope!

✨ Self Care! ✨

Yep, this is basically it. Helping our host look after himself, checking in with him, and other headmates chipping in to help him accomplish day-to-day living requirements have all been really helpful! There are a ton of different areas of self care that we go through when we’re trying to help our host (or the whole system) when we’re dealing with exhaustion, brain fog, chronic pain, or just feeling burnt out overall.

We’ve actually been using out own self care checkup post as a way to check in with our system, and it’s been really beneficial to our host so far! So we’ll include the link in case your host may benefit from it too:

We’d really encourage y’all to find little ways to afford your host rest, comfort, and little pockets of happiness. Whether that means encouraging them to take a nap, watch a comfort show or movie, eat a tasty snack, ask for some time off of work/school, an extension on a deadline, or a bit of space to breathe, or perhaps getting them to spend a bit of time outside in nature… all of these things can be healing and help relieve burnout a bit!

You know your host and your system better than we ever could, so maybe spend some time with your headmates brainstorming stuff that y’all can do to help your host recharge! But we seriously do think that helping out with self care, prioritizing your host’s needs, checking in with them and making sure they’re taking breaks, and trying to find little ways to help ease their stress are all good ways to help a struggling, burnt out host.

We hope this helps! Rest assured, it’s possible to recover from burnout even if your host is never able to switch out. We’re wishing y’all luck with helping your host feel better in the future!

[averagetmntfan]

it’s crazy that 2023 is almost to an end! Another year that just flew by!

I’ll be honest, I was desperate to post my art somewhere. It’s been kinda a rough couple of years for me. And recently.

I was extremely sad last year. Around this time, actually. Let me paint a picture.

Last year, I switched schools. Which I guess doesn’t sound like a big deal, but it was to me. My whole life was at my other school. My friends. They were the best. As u can probably imagine, I starting at a brand new school is hard. Especially when everyone already knows eachother. This might come as a shocker, but I’m kinda Anti-social when it comes to ppl around my age. (Especially cuz ppl my age are such bitches Lmao) for the longest time, I coped using discord And tik tok. I Even made my own little group. But ofc, that had to come to an end too. after that, I was sad again. For the longest time I had all these ideas, but no one to really share them with.

(cuz none of my irl friends like nor watched tmnt) and recently I ended a friendship w/ someone. We were both in the wrong, I’ll admit. I did say somethings behind her back. Nothing too bad. But it did call her a hypocrite. Because she would always complain about our other friends leaving to hang out w/ other ppl. When she does the exact same thing. And I was alone. Alone at lunch. Just sitting there. She would treat me so..rudely. Just plain rude. I asked her a question (Idk what is was exactly) and she responded with such a rude response. And that was on fucking Halloween. (Which I was sick on) so that’s when the entire friendship fell to shit.

Since then I’ve been hanging out by myself in the library (well, the times it’s open anyway) so u can probably imagine how I feel. Then one day, it all changed. I discover this wonder escape. Tumblr. I signed up and made this acc. And I met such amazing ppl on it.

@allyheart707: has given me good advice on my little comic series, genially super nice, fun to chat w/. I think I’ve been mutuals w/ her for the longest.

@ghosty-0w0: very silly, I have so much fun doing art collabs w/ you!! Again, very nice and thoughtful. Mutuals for a bit but it feels longer!!

@mikey-rottmnt: the ultimate silly, whiteboard was to much fun (I’m gonna try and make another board for us lol), I have no idea how we became mutuals lmao. Very fun to chat w, always open to listen, caring and sweet. I enjoy having conversations w/ u!

@c00kietin: I had a lot of fun drawing u!!!, Irish gang 🍀☘️, that one time I didn’t get sleep was chaotic, very chill, a local amphibia fan!! I wanna talk more w/ u, cuz ur js so cool!!

I Hope y’all have an amazing new year! May the year bring u luck, kindness, adventures (hopefully) not artblock, and alot of ideas!! (Not that anyone of u need them, cuz ur so creative!!)

and dw..Hehe..I will make u all suffer w/ ANGST ANGST AND…fluff. JK MORE ANGST >:))

(no but real talk I will not js do all Angst I swear—)

I APOLOGIZE FOR THE OTHER MUTUALS THAT IK AND ARENT ON HERE, ITS CUX I FORGOT UR TAGS!!!

[dancingisdangerouss]

On Wattpad someone made a whole chapter dedicated to you and people who are attracted to the grabber 💀💀💀

https://www.wattpad.com/story/319727578?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=headoverheels-&wp_originator=ltbaBjexU3lE3C752LkzDlndGLKBl3%2BL6Oy6pwT3ByQT4Hc6%2B8etOGNJxqsMsbf2ruo83gXUA2JkFN0BgRa73CZ%2BCUviEoHN9jLWHiYLSQvEPpvHiJ8kWr9GIGuu4TwR

OMFG

YOU GUYS. THIS IS SO FUNNY, IT’S AN ACTUAL WATTPAD STORY.

Guess I’m famous now 🤷🏼‍♀️ This new generation is wild, man. I can guarantee you in a few years we’ll be living in Fahrenheit 451, where anything that offends anyone will be banned, and learning to have a critical discussion about fictional works that involves more than just emotional-based arguments will be obsolete.

I mean, I certainly wasn’t a fan of Stephen King having the kids from IT have a literal orgy in the book, but if you want to try and cancel the biggest horror author in the world, good luck to ya 😬

If y’all can’t take the time to read through that post I made that spoon-feeds all my valid arguments to you about why fiction is not reality, and why mindless censorship is bad, then I don’t know what to tell you. I really don’t.

That being said, I do agree wholeheartedly with the stuff about people writing smut about the minors, particularly because a lot of the works are explicit. I understand works like Lolita or Atonement where you know it’s not a romance and that it’s not intended to be cute or an ideal, but when you write about an adult fucking a child in detail? That’s just child porn.

Now, I can’t stop people from doing it, but I can reiterate that people who support those kinds of works need to stay away from me, as I don’t support giving pedophiles a safe place to enjoy child erotica/potentially prey on minors who think it’s romantic. Also, sexually harassing the actor who plays Finney? Are you fucking kidding me? Leave that poor kid alone, you’re disgusting.

Also, I’m sorry to hear that something personally happened to this girl, but your experience does not dictate what people do with their fictional writing. I know multiple survivors who even use the writing as a means of coping (yes, that is a real thing, you don’t need to be a psychologist to understand it), so I would caution going on platforms like Tumblr, or at the very least blocking tags that may be triggering.

Also…guys. I don’t know how many more warnings I can put on my blog before minors take the hint. This is adult content. Please don’t come here.

[heartonxions]

สวัสดีปีใหม่!!!

Happy New Year 🥳 Hope y’all have an amazing year this year!! Good luck on all your endeavors and wish you all good health and prosperity! Stay tuned for Songkran to see how the rabbit-ified SG guys will cope with their plight LOL

[a4wsome4fu0ck]

greetings.

been a mel fan since 2017/2018. no one here knows who i am, since i only ever talked with them through youtube comments and tumblr boxes. but to the team, thank you for making the doc and spreading awareness. i have been a long term fan and i follow all of their socials, but i wouldn’t have know anything about this unless you posted it.

to the victims; i hope everyone can get some type of closure. especially Orange. and i am also so damn sorry to Orange and Purple for not believing Orange’s side when that Honest animation came out. i know my apology won’t matter much since y’all don’t know me at all. but as a long term fan of Mel and also Orange, i just wanted to say it. it didn’t hit me immediately the gravity of the situation. but again i should’ve taken the time to have read your response. and i should’ve reached out to you when you said we could. and i don’t know if this will mean anything, but Orange i think you’re really talented even after all these years, i hope you have a good life in the future. and this all seems like a really bad distant memory. i know my words probably won’t matter, since again you don’t know me. but someone i think had to say it. good luck out there, everyone.

to Mel; i don’t know if she’ll ever read this, but oh well. when i say i have been a long term fan, i really do mean it. i have watched you improve in your art and animation, your characters and stories. and i just have thing to say to you, please just apologize. it is the most mature thing you can do right now. i know it might seem like the hardest thing you can do. it seems better to ignore it then apologize. but TRUST ME when i say this, APOLOGIZING and OWNING UP to your mistakes is the best thing you can do and it will go a long way for you. and after you’ve apologized (if you even actually do, which i pray beyond hope you do) i would recommend taking a year or longer off of social media. i don’t mean this at all in a mean way when i say this, but go outside!!! it is actually therapeutic to get in touch with reality instead of being in front of a screen. trust me! i would know from experience! do what others have said, talk with your father or an adult you trust! there’s literally no shame in admitting you were in the wrong. i know jealous can make you crazy, but THIS IS NOT THE WAY TO COPE WITH IT!!!! please, apologize and you will feel so much better. also delete that USB drive or whatever, that is BEYOND creepy. holding onto these won’t heal you.

to other Mel fans who have yet to accept the doc; it’s always rough when your favorite artist is called out for doing shitty things. HARASSMENT IS NEVER A GOOD ROAD TO TAKE DURING IT THOUGH! leave Orange, Purple and everyone else alone. they have already dealt with enough this past year. please take a step back and breathe for a bit. i know it’s hard, but these are real life people, walking and talking just like us. sending them nasty asks or messages WILL NOT HELP!! ONE BIT!! i hope any Mel fan who refuses to see Orange’s side decides to look into the situation like i did more. again, there’s no shame in admitting you were wrong.

anyway, that’s all i had to say. Derpy team, y’all don’t have to answer this at all. i just wanted to get it off of my chest since i’ve been in this community for so long. thank you for bringing everything to light. and Orange again, i’m so sorry for everything you went through. i hope everything is going well for you recently. did this anonymously because i didn’t want to be harassed by anyone.

may everyone heal and grow,

- V.C ♠️🪐

We greatly appreciate your words and respect towards everyone in the community. Thank you very much for your respect and support.

[rainbow-needs-help]

i know there’s maybe one person who follows me cares about band but lemme just walk y’all through what’s Currently Happening:

so. bands of america grand nationals is probably the biggest event in the high school marching world of the season. it’s a three day long event hosted in lucas oil stadium in indianapolis in which any band in the nation can register and compete in. your band could’ve come dead last in your local regional comp and still go to nats. that’s just how it be

now, because this is a nationwide event, all three rounds (prelims, semifinals, and finals) are livestreamed via box5 for marching fans who can’t make the trip. my family absolutely loves marching band, and four texas bands are competing so ofc we had to buy the stream and watch in support (three of the four made finals, one of which i had the honor to compete against earlier this season. slay team texas good luck y’all)

all day the stream was working fine, until finals. around band number four, shit started glitching, and a couple bands later, during my personal favorite show of the afternoon, box5 crashed. entirely. no one has access to the stream rn. it went down about an hour ago

all of this to say: box5 i am simply a Sad Little Child in denial of the fact that my marching season has ended and trying to cope via grand nats. pls lemme watch my silly lil band shows :(

[daincrediblegg]

Do u ever think about how BIG Hamish's hands are? Like in the scene where Fr. Paul's pinning Riley to the chair? His entire hands cover his shoulders I'm-💦😳👀

oh sweet nonnie. I'm not known as the biggest 2005 Pride and Prejudice hand slut for nothing. Hands and hand stuff is the lifeblood from which I draw so much inspiration for my horny bullshit, and I am happy to tell you that I have thought about Hamish's meaty meaty man hands a stupid enough amount that I have in fact compiled a collection of them in my phone. Which is a totally normal and not creepy ass thing to do. For science, you understand. For study. Which I will now happily share with you all for your interest and enjoyment and will discuss in depth in the tags no doubt because I could not fucking restrain this impulse if my life depended on it.

[riverwriter]

Personal Update

So, I think it’s finally time to address something I’ve been skirting for awhile now. I’m not going to go into too many details both for my own privacy, and because I don’t think most people need or want the nitty gritty of it all. Please don’t ask for more.

A few years ago I started getting sick. Nothing major, but more often than somebody who was otherwise young and healthy- in every way they could find to measure such a thing, at least. It was something I was begrudgingly learning to cope with. After all, it could have been so much worse. Then the pandemic arrived.

My mental health has always affected my physiological health, it was something I knew about myself. So I was scared and depressed, weren’t we all? We lost our beloved puppy. Some family members got really sick. It was the perfect storm of awful. I felt like crap- it was no surprise. But I did the things that I knew that normally made me feel better, I felt my mental health improving, and yet it was still hard for me to get out of bed many days. 

Remember that unintentional one year hiatus I took from writing? Y’all, I just didn’t have the energy. And when I did, I couldn’t plan ahead and didn’t want to post things with no plan or chapters in reserve. It was pretty devastating as writing has always been a wonderful escape for me. 

The vaccine, and what I now realize was just good luck, helped. I had a few amazing months. I read, I wrote, I ran, I worked, I went out, and mostly I hung out with my husband who I didn’t even fully realize I missed so, so much even though he’d been here- never wavering- all along, because I simply hadn’t been myself for so long. 

2022 hit hard, for no discernable reason. I was sick for weeks. It culminated a few weeks ago in the scariest 48 hours of my life, made scarier by the fact that we still didn’t know what was actually happening. 

Yesterday I finally got a diagnosis. A non-life-threatening, treatable, diagnosis. I’m so, so grateful and relieved. I’m also crawling out of my skin to move, to write, to see my friends, to do anything other than stare at the backs of my eyelids or the ceilings of the various rooms of our house. I thank you all for you concerns recently and over the years. Please don’t ever hesitate to ask (politely) about my fics. Knowing people care has gotten me through some hard days and I’m infinitely grateful to y’all. Thank you a million times over ❤️❤️❤️

Love, L

[rightsockjin]

Summary: Your best friend of your near entire life has been a total asshat to you ever since you started to casually date which didn't seem super fair to you since he did the exact same thing and you were nothing but supportive! It just sucks that you two are growing apart over a coping mechanism that you adopted to distract yourself from your overwhelming crush on said idiot. If only he knew. Wait- did you say that OUT LOUD?

Rating: M (What isn't on this blog?)

Genre: Maybe a little angst? Smut for sure tho.

Word count: 8003

Warnings: Thongs, sex, lewd thoughts, erections, physical pushing, raw dogging, cream pie, mentions of giving head, a looooooottt of swearing, mentions of slut shaming. Oh right- oppa kink and little splashes of korean as well.

yeo-chin= girlfriend

nam-chin= boyfriend

halmoni= grandma

apa=to hurt

aya=expression to express pain equivalent to 'ow'

Author’s note: HI EVERYONE! We are somewhat back!! So sorry for the long wait for content. Things have been insane and we’ve been working on a much- much longer fic for this blog which will involve all of the boys! It’s a long story but this hit me like a truck yesterday and it was initially meant to be a reaction but I couldn’t stop writing… so it’s 7k and the other boys will get their own version of this prompt “best friend is jealous of the attention you give to guys” thing. Starting once again with the one and only Yoongi! Hope y’all enjoy:)

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“You know it’s funny, I don’t remember asking,” Yoongi said virulently, his attention centered solely on his phone as he scrolled through instagram... or twitter... or maybe it was tinder. Your heart sank. You had been excited that this guy- Woojin- had given you attention. He was good looking by a lot of standards and it had boosted your confidence significantly. Of course, you wanted to share that excitement with your best friend. Rejecting someone that good looking always made you feel really powerful and attractive but you had barely shown him Woojin’s picture and commented on how attractive he was before your so called best friend had brushed you off and went back to his solitude and avoidance.

You had noticed that something was off for a while now but hadn’t commented on anything to avoid any conflicts but this was ridiculous. You had constantly listened to the stories of how girls would trickle in like water for him. He seemed to be going out with someone new every two weeks.

It wasn’t fair that you had to put up with his annoying descriptions of how beautiful these girls were while you sat and gave him your undivided attention as your heart slowly chipped and broke with each new conquest of his. Especially when each girl was so different from who you were. At first, you thought that maybe you were annoyed by this simply because it was hurtful to think he didn’t at least think you were pretty. It wasn’t long after that that you realized that it hurt you when he went out with women who were your polar opposite because it meant that he would never date you.

This had been shocking in itself. You had known Yoongi for your entire life, or at least a good portion of it, and you had always seen him as a brother. Your oppa in the least sexual or boyfriend-y form possible, but when you looked at him now… he was looking a lot more like well- an oppa.

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish. His words stung more than you would like to admit. Whenever Yoongi got this snippy, you liked to equal him in snip and double him in sass, never showing how vulnerable his disinterest made you feel, but this time, it felt like he had punched you in the chest with all his force and told you you were ugly to boot.

You didn’t want to cry in front of him either. He’d make fun of you. Last time you had cried, he’d awkwardly pat you on the head and quickly changed the very serious topic of your parents' relationship with yours to something totally different and not even a little relevant to helping you feel better. Given, that had been years ago and he’d never been very good at comforting you nor had he so much as expressed his support of you. Not since that one time when you had broken your wrist and he’d promptly pushed the girl who had been the culprit off the swing set thus getting himself suspended for a week and a half when you were both in elementary school.

But this… this was just cruel. It was ugly. It made you look at your “best friend” in a light that was not so shiny and pristine. He’d changed so much since then. He’d pulled away from you since then and you hadn’t even noticed. Or maybe you had and had just ignored it. Maybe you’d hoped if you didn’t mention it, that it would go away and he would come back full force with one of his dumb dances and pretty smiles. Maybe you hoped he’d realize soon what you had realized in your early twenties.

You loved him. And not the brotherly love that you had always had for him, no, you, Y/N, were very much in love with your best friend. Which made this whole situation so much worse.

When you said nothing, Yoongi briefly glanced up at you from his seemingly important phone conversation with most likely another of his soon to be dates only to look back down.

“What? Cat got your tongue? No snippy rebuttal? You’re not gonna chew me out for being mean to you again?”

His face was illuminated by the blue lights of his screen; he had it at the near darkest setting and his eyes were squinted to see it better. Something that had always annoyed you because you knew it was only hurting his vision.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. When that didn’t help, you cleared it, accidentally catching his attention. He clicked his phone off and looked over at you as if ready to argue but something in your face must have given away your inner turmoil because his hard features softened and his lips fell slightly open.

“Are you crying?”

No. Of course you weren’t crying. You never cried. Not ever. But then your cheeks were wet and the onslaught of emotion seemed to burst. How far had you fallen for this indefinitely cold man that his sarcasm made you fall in hysterics? Far it seemed. Too far.

You angrily wiped the tears away from your burning skin and crossed your arms over your chest. The hoodie you had stolen from him earlier that day felt like sandpaper against your skin as opposed to the comfort you’d initially felt when slipping over your head and smelling the fresh scent of his cologne clinging to it.

You felt him shift on the couch to face you fully, out of the corner of your eye, you could see his features had turned worried, alarmed even but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him nor care. Too little too late.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m sorry.”

The words hung in the still air like a wrong note played in a symphony. It made your head spin and ache.

You didn’t dare speak. It would only give away how truly hurt you were by his words and actions. You didn’t want to be around him anymore.

Abruptly, you stood up and yanked the hoodie from your body. The tank you had on pulled up slightly showing the skin of your belly. It was lopsided, you noted when you looked down and saw that one side was pulled over and under your bra and the other was too high on your chest but you didn’t really care.

Yoongi watched you with conflict evident in his eyes, if only you would turn to see. He hadn’t meant to offend you. He’d only been trying to keep you at arms length. You had also been going out with multiple guys, telling him how good looking and tall they all were. Most of these men were also built like rocks and he himself was toned at best. Contrary to what you thought, Yoongi had come to the realization that he’d been in love with you since you were kids. He did not tolerate when anyone made you feel like shit, and, being a very mature kid, he’d told his mother quite early on that he would marry you someday. Of course, she’d only chastised him and told him that he couldn’t possibly know what love was nor could he force you to marry him, but he was adamant.

He’d stopped telling her about it after that though, and instead of telling you how he felt, he’d opted instead to watch over you and make sure nothing happened. So when in high school, you had started to date and it had not been him whom you had chosen, he’d made sure to keep the sorry excuse of a man you had chosen in line. That was… until the incident.

Yoongi would never forgive himself for not being there. For not stopping the bastard who thought he owned you. He’d never forgive the idiot either and if you hadn’t stopped him, he would have killed him with his bare fists then stuffed his own socks in his mouth.

It was then that Yoongi realized that you deserved better than him, and at the same time, no one was worthy of you. It was a strange dynamic. He’d never once approved of your dates, but had decided to start dating other women because, let's face it, he was a guy and he’d like to have children someday but not even in his wildest dreams could he think that you would ever settle for him. Someone who’d failed you as your self imposed protector.

Not that you knew any of that. You didn’t know that Yoongi often teamed up with your other best friend, your girl best friend to scope out your dates once you’d left. You’d almost caught them once as well and it had been by pure luck and the hair of a very out of place clown that both of them had escaped your wrath that night. You also didn’t notice that after you had fully broken up with that first asshole, he’d threatened to beat him to a pulp if he so much as breathed in your direction once more and later, he’d threatened ‘asshole’ two and three with the same things.

But then your dates had gotten taller and stronger and much harder to intimidate. He’d once made the mistake of threatening a casual date that you’d set up who was at least a solid half foot taller than him and he’d been laughed out of the restaurant only to find out later that the jerk had forced a kiss on you.

No, Yoongi’s days as your protector had dwindled and left him feeling half of the man he’d already thought he was and so his only defense, his only way to keep you safe- though now that he was watching tears well in your eyes he wondered what logic he’d used to justify this behavior- was to be the asshole himself and teach you how to deal with them on a first hand basis.

He hated himself for making you cry. He hated that you looked so dejected and hurt and like you never wanted to speak another word to him again. He hated that your shoulders slumped and that your pretty eyelashes were coated in wet tears and it was all on him.

“You know what,” you finally managed to say with some semblance of calm under the storm that was brewing in the irises he’d so loved, “I think we’ve grown apart a little too much. Maybe we should just- cut our losses and,” you heaved a deep breath, trying to keep yourself calm, “stop seeing each other.”

Were you breaking up with him? How were you even going to break up with him if you weren’t even dating? Yoongi’s heart sank into the pit of his stomach. He had tunnel vision. All he could see was you and the way that you seemed to pull yourself up from the ground, rebuilding before his eyes.

“Stop see-what? Are you demented?”

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Was that all he was capable of being? Wrong. Incorrect. Inexact. Erroneous. Mistaken. He was plain stupid for the words he’d let slip but there was no taking them back now.

You let your eyes widen as you wiped more of your furiously falling tears from your skin. You turned to face him, your shirt fixed and covering you exactly how it should and your features set and intentional.

“What’s the point? You clearly don’t want to be around me anymore and I’m tired of being berated every time I mention a guy. You’re the most unsupportive friend I have and that’s because I’ve known you the longest. If you don’t want to be my friend just say so instead of slut shaming me and bullying me every chance you get you asshat.”

“Asshat,” he chuckled, crossing his sleeve-covered arms over his toned chest, “real clever, Y/N. Is that all you got, kid? You never were one for words were you? Why don’t you just sock me instead?”

Oh you were considering it. He seemed so unbothered by the prospect of losing you that you realized maybe you had already lost him and hadn’t realized. You had dealt with your fair share of jerks in your life, but you had always counted on Yoongi to be your hope. He’d shown you that there were men in the world that seemed to care about women. Men who could love you even when you felt unlovable, unworthy, but here he was, proving to you once again that all men were the same evil and vile creatures, incapable of love or kindness if they weren’t getting their dicks wet.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? Then you could go around saying that I’m a crazy bitch. You know what? Fuck you Min Yoongi. I hope you get well and royally fucked.” You yelled, grabbing the tote bag you’d brought over from your apartment and stomping to the door.

“Fuck you too,” he yelled, following you to the door. He caught you at the landing strip, prying on your chunky sneakers with a bit of difficulty, your house slippers, the ones he’d bought you, lay haphazardly nearby.

“And fuck all of those asshole guys you keep bringing home. Better yet, I hope you don’t fuck them.”

You turned your head up to look at him, confusion and disgust written all over your face.

“What the fuck do my dates had to do with what a fucking jerk you are?”

Choosing to ignore your question, he focused instead on your insult, “A jerk, am I? Well you’re a bitch. How do you like that?”

He didn’t know why he was insulting you. He didn’t think you were actually a bitch, but the anger on your face made him feel better.

It was followed by near instant regret as you drew yourself up to your full height and looked at him with pure venom in your gaze.

“I’m a bitch?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, trying to keep his shoulders square, but you were scary when angry and he’d never fared well in fights with you.

“I’m the bitch?”

“You heard me!”

You balled your fists at your sides, your eyebrows connected in the center and your breathing was heavy. He knew better than to use the B-word.

“You’re a piece of shit.” It was low but your voice carried and hit all of the bones in his body before it hit his heart and burrowed deep in the wounds he’d stitched up but pulled open multiple times over the years that pertain only to you.

“You are a sorry excuse of a man,” you growled, pushing him by the chest. Somewhere in the back of your mind you noted that it felt really firm and stronger than before.

“You’re an ass, Min Yoongi,” you continued, giving him another push so that he stumbled slightly back into the living room of his apartment once again.

“You low life,” another push, closer to the couch, “weak minded,” you shoved him, he sidestepped the glass coffee table where your untouched coffee mugs still rested, probably cold by now, “son of a bitch, fucking baby, involved sorry excuse of a man-” He fell onto the cough. Your vision was red.

“You already used that insult.” Was all he said as you stood over him, your chest heaved with the exertion of trying to keep yourself from slapping the now blank expression from his face.

A slew of incomprehensible noises escaped from your lips as words completely left your brain. Damn him. Damn this idiot of a man that you were in love with. He could go to hell for all you cared and you hoped that the devil himself ripped his testicles off and served them on a platter with some kimchi and fried rice.

“Okay first of all- ow,” The asshole said, pulling you back to reality and not your fictitious rework where Yoongi was now sitting at the end of a long table being force fed his own balls, “And second…”

You held your breath. Fear ran down your spine. You hadn’t meant to say that out loud-

“You-you’re in love with me?”

Well… he got his wish, you were royally fucked. Instantly, you tried to back track. Your mind kept replaying in your head what you had said and tried to correct itself but you couldn’t think of anything that could possibly absolve you.

“Like a brother,” you said finally, your voice shaky and thin.

Yoongi only blinked up at you. What you said was bullshit and he knew it. You knew it too.

“You’re in love with me… like a brother?”

“Oppa,” you clarified as if that would somehow make more sense, and it did kind of, but it didn’t absolve you at all. In fact, this only made a smile tug at his lips, his pearly teeth suddenly on display, blinding. You fought the smile that threatened to pull at yours too. It was always hard because his smile was so contagious.

Yoongi stood. He was less than an inch away from your own body. You felt small, meek. You’d misstepped this big game of chess you seemed to be playing. He was going to make fun of you. He’d never let you live it down. You liked him.

“You like me,” as if he had read your mind, he echoed your thoughts, or maybe you had spoken that out loud as well.

“No I don’t,” you argued, taking a step back just so you could have some space to breathe.

“Oh yeah you do,” Yoongi argued, his smile so wide you were sure it would hurt the muscles in his cheeks

“No,” you said again, not really thinking anything you said at this point would convince him otherwise. The son of a bitch was stubborn.

“Admit it,” he said, closing the distance between you again, his neck craned down to look directly at your face.

“I don’t like you!” You tried to take another step back but the coffee table knocked your feet out from under you. You fell onto it knocking Yoongi’s mug of coffee over. The black decaf liquid seeped into your shorts.

Yoongi’s rusty laugh was pried from his throat as he watched your face contort. He was having the time of his life, it seemed. Good for him.

“Stop laughing at me,” you groaned, your cheeks red. You were practically sweating from how feverish you felt.

It was like you hadn’t spoken. Your shorts were wet and made you feel sticky. In a fit of anger, like a child throwing a tantrum, you unbuttoned the denim and ripped them from your legs. This shut Yoongi up instantly. With the soiled fabric, you cleaned up the liquid before it fell onto the light grey carpet.

Yoongi stilled as his eyes traveled up and down your long legs.The way you were twisting, he could see the back of your left thigh up to where it met your ass- your bare ass. You were wearing a thong.

God help him, he was rapidly getting hard. He forced his eyes away from you, his walls being pulled back up at seeing you naked. Well partially so. He pushed his hands into his oversized hoodie and made sure that it covered his front. The last thing he needed was for you to see.

But then you turned and pulled your legs together, your thighs squishing attractively. What he wouldn’t give to be choked by those thighs.

“Let me wash those for you,” he said tightly, pulling a hand from his hoodie to take the soiled shorts, the hem of the fabric pulled up enough for you to see exactly what he’d been trying to hide.

Yoongi had a hard on. You weren’t sure why exactly you were surprised. You were attractive, that much you knew, but you never really expected for your best friend to see you in that way. In fact, you were pretty sure that you’d been in your underwear in front of him before and he hadn’t even given you a second glance, but there was the evidence. And God was there a lot of evidence.

Slowly, you handed him the shorts. His hand grabbed them tightly, avoiding touching any part of your hand with his. Then, after a slight pause, he turned on his heels and walked towards the kitchen to put the shorts into the washer.

You’d called him oppa. You rarely called him oppa and it had hypersensitized him to the word coming from your lips. Other girls called him oppa sometimes and it had no effect on him but there he was, stiff as a board and it had something to do with you calling him oppa and your state of undress. Fuck. He was fucked. So fucked.

At least he wished he could be… But no. He pushed those thoughts from his head as he threw in some nice scented soaps into the wash and clicked it to life. He shut his eyes, trying to think of anything that would drain the blood from his member- halmeoni maybe?- but your voluptuous ass kept intruding, giving his halmeoni some nice curves that messed with her wrinkled face. He shook his head once more and decided he’d just have to hide his boner until it went away, or go beat one out in the restroom really quick.

He grabbed a pair of his clean sweat pants from the drying rack to give to you, just so you would be comfortable, he told himself, not because the thought of your naked butt in them made him unspeakably horny.

But when he got back to the living room, what he found was not you, covering yourself with a pillow like he’d expected, but you, only in your thong- fuck did it have to be a thong?- and your bra. Your shirt was nowhere to be seen.

“Fuck me,” he groaned, burring his head in his hands and turning away from you.

“I mean, if you ask nicely enough that can be arranged,” you answered rather boldly. There was no way for him to know that you were quaking in fear for his rejection.

Yoongi’s dick twitched in his sweats.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said under his breath as his heart beat faster. He felt like he was having a whole heart attack. He patted his chest, hoping to calm it down knowing it was useless.

Should he go for it? You had just admitted accidentally that you did have feelings for him and you were clearly propositioning him. Should he just-

He turned around, back to face you, determination paining his expression. Still on the coffee table, your legs were spread open, only covered by the thin sliver of fabric that your thong allotted. You were a little cold, but all of that melted away when you saw the way that Yoongi’s eyes roamed your exposed body, then stopped abruptly to meet your own.

He was in front of you in seconds, his longer legs carried him farther and faster than you had anticipated. Then he was pulling you to stand. You wobbled on your legs but one of his arms found its way around your waist. His free hand came up and held your jaw with two fingers on either side of your face, squishing your lips together slightly. His hot, heavy member pressed against your stomach through his sweats. He was so close that you could smell the coffee on his breath and the fading smell of his cologne you loved so much. All you wanted was to grind against him but you were held too tightly.

“You never know when to shut up do you?” But he didn’t let you answer. He crashed his soft lips onto yours, his hold on your jaw ached but you didn’t care. There was a passion in his kiss that you hadn’t expected, subtly dwindling to something more like tenderness, and the kiss continued. His lips dragged against yours delicately, pinching your top one with both of his. Small breaths came out of his nose, whistling softly against your cheek. You timed your breaths with his, high on the feeling of finally being kissed, coveted by him. Was it real? Was this actually happening?

Your brain suddenly caught up with your body. The rightness that came with the way he was kissing you, like he couldn’t get enough of you, like he needed you to properly breathe, was like nothing you could have imagined.

The hand on your waist was drawing small circles where the elastic of your thong rested, his index finger casually hooked onto and under pulling lightly. You pressed yourself tighter than he had you against his erection. He groaned, his mouth opening and his tongue suddenly darting out to taste. He pulled your jaw open, granting himself entrance and exploring your mouth.

You moaned, a sound so sensuous and wanton that Yoongi felt that he could cum just from those sounds alone. He wanted more. He wanted you to sing his praises as he fucked into you and caressed your chest. He wanted you to drool around his cock and to have your sweet mouth wrapped tight around it. He wanted to feel you gag at his girth and he wanted to pull at your hair. But most of all, he wanted to kiss you, just like how he was at that moment. He wanted to kiss you until he’d taken your soul from your body and replaced it with his own. He wanted to kiss you until he could erase every trace of all of the men who’d hurt you and made you doubt that you were worthy and wanted. Yoongi wanted to kiss his love into you no matter how long he had to do it. If he was locked in a room with you for months, so be it.

But your hand had found its way between your bodies and was slowly coming down to his hips. Suddenly, he realized what he was doing and panicked. He hadn’t gotten your consent. He hadn’t asked you if it was okay for him to kiss you or to hook his fingers on your thong. As stupid as it sounded, even to Yoongi himself, he needed to make sure that you wanted this to happen, even as your hand had found the outline of his cock and you had started to trace the outline of it over the fabric-

“Tell me to stop,” he gasped, ripping himself away from you. The hand around your waist was now on your shoulder to keep you at enough distance so that his brain could function and wasn’t clouded by the horniness he was feeling.

“Wha…?” You slurred, your eyes were glazed over and your body was completely relaxed.

“Tell me to stop,” he repeated, fighting his every instinct to push your mouth open and have you suck on his thumb before he pushed you onto your knees to suck him off, “and I will.”

His eyelids were heavy and he was sweating slightly. He was so hard that it hurt and the circles you were drawing on his penis were not helping at keeping him at bay. He knew if he looked down, there would be a stain of precum on his sweats.

“I don’t want you to stop,” you whispered, leaning in and kissing his jaw before you nibbled and kissed down his taught neck.

“Fuck.”

“I want you to fuck me.” You licked a thick swipe up his jugular, “I want you.”

“Then admit it,” Yoongi heard himself say. He was just as surprised as you were to hear those words from his lips, “admit that you like me.”

You pulled away then, dropping both your arms in exasperation, “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m in my underwear, stroking your cock and you want me to stroke your ego too? Un-fucking-believeable. You’re a dumb ass.”

You rolled your eyes and flicked his forehead.

“Aya, apa~” he groaned, rubbing his head, the dynamic that you were used to suddenly restored.

“Yeah? Great! I’m glad that it hurt! I hope it hurts really bad you jerk. Then maybe you’ll understand what it was like for me to listen to you go on and on about all the girls you went out with every fucking week. In fact-”

“Aya! What the fuck? Stop flicking me,” he nearly screamed, clutching the tip of his nose.

“Make me.”

Big mistake. Yoongi didn’t take your dare lightly. His eyes darkened then he leaned down and picked you up. You squeaked, wrapping your legs around his waist as he walked you to his room. His hands cupped your butt fairly comfortably, like this was something you did often. He kicked the door open and threw you on the bed.

“You think I wasn’t hurt as well?” He asked, clasping a hand around your neck and lightly pressing his fingers against your skin.

“You think I like knowing that everywhere we go, men are watching you, coveting you the way I do? You think it isn’t torture when you go out and I don’t hear from you until the next day?”

He pushed you up against his pillow. The duvet was already all messed up under your body. He was between your legs, pressing himself into your core. Fuck, you wanted him. You wanted him all the way inside you. He wanted nothing more than to do the same but he had to make sure you knew first.

“You think it was easy being in love with you when you wanted nothing from me but friendship?”

Your eyes softened. Yoongi was in love with you too? When?

“Since we were kids,” he answered. Again you had spoken without meaning to. “I always knew it was you, Y/N. It was only ever you.”

But something wasn’t adding up. You fought your rising feelings of elation. You wanted to understand what he was saying. If he had liked you since you were kids then why had he never asked you out? Why become the serial dater he’d become? But he’d never had a girlfriend, you reminded yourself. He’d only ever “dated” and then dropped these women. You always assumed he was screwing them all.

Yoongi became sheepish then. “I uh… I did have sex with some of them but-” and the hurt in your eyes would be enough to kill him,” it was only at the start. I thought that if i had sex with other people I’d stop chasing after you. But it didn’t work… I haven’t slept with anyone since junior year of college.”

Your eyes widened. “College?”

He nodded, his pale cheeks blushing prettily.

“They just...were never you… and then I thought if I pushed you away that would help but that only made us estranged and-”

You pushed yourself up and shut him up with a kiss. He was over thinking and you could talk about all that later.

“You’re an idiot,” you started and he rolled his eyes, “but if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to do it myself.”

Yoongi’s eyes rolled into his head and he thrust lightly into your wet center.

“Talk after?”

“As long as you want,” you agreed, already pushing at his sweats. Yoongi sat up and pulled his hoodie and shirt off in one fell swoop, then, at the speed of lightning, pulled off his sweats, leaving him in his boxers.

After a moment of hesitation, he pulled his boxers off as well and then he was naked before you. Your mouth went dry. He was big. You could tell just by looking at him that he would stretch you good and you wanted so badly for him to pin you down and have his way with you.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Really? Cause that would be really helpful on days when I’m home alone-”

“Wha-no!”

You chuckled and lay down on your back, making sure that your legs were spread wide for him to have his fill. Like a moth to a flame, he was between your thighs, his tongue licking at the wet fabric.

He moaned against your covered lips, sucking up the arousal that clung to your underwear.

“Fuck, Yoongi yes,” you said without meaning to say much at all. You unclasped your bra and threw it somewhere in the room. You could look for it later. This caught his attention. He thrust his naked dick into the mattress, needing some sort of stimulation.

“Damn it… fuck, if I wasn’t so desperate to be inside you, I swear I could get you off with just my mouth all day, Y/N.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved off, gesturing for him to come up to your face, he did so without question, “Hurry up, I’m dying. Please.”

“Are you begging?” Yoongi’s lips curled lightly, teasingly,

“Do you want to get your dick wet or not?” He kissed the wrinkle between your eyebrows lightly.

“Yeah, can I take these off?” he hooked a finger on the elastic of your thong, pulling it a little higher than he probably should have. It was an old pair. You heard rather than saw the stitching on it pull apart and then the thing was hanging limply from Yoongi’s fingers, his expression shocked.

“Yoongi!”

“What? I didn’t do it on purpose!”

“For fuck’s sake! That was my favorite thong!”

“Well, clearly it was cheap,” he countered, throwing it across the room somewhere too.

You groaned, shifting slightly under him. His dick nuzzled between your wet lips. His mouth dropped open and a pleasured grunt escaped his lips.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he rut against your wetness, hitting your clit lightly, far too lightly, “you are so wet. God, this should be illegal.”

“Y-Yoongi… more,” he reached down between you two and found your sensitive nub without much hassle. It was like he knew your body already. Your body twitched under him and he circled the bundle of nerves for a couple of seconds. The noises falling from your lips were heaven on earth and Yoongi realized you were his new favorite song.

He gave your clit one rough stroke, ripping a small gasp from your throat. He gathered some of your slick with two practiced fingers and brought it up to eye level. It caught the low light of his room from the window, the smell enough to threaten to send him over the edge.

“Jesus Christ that’s hot.” Then he smeared it all over his penis and gave himself two rough pumps.

“Can I-”

“Yes.”

“You don’t even know what I’m asking-”

“Don’t care. Just do it. Yes.” You said angrily, pulling him closer and closer, his toned chest flush against yours.

“Have you been working out?” You asked, breaking the intense way he was staring into your eyes, his smile pulled wide over his gums.

He shrugged but clearly was glad that you’d noticed, “Namjoon and Jungkook convinced me to join them in the gym. It’s no big deal.”

“But your arms,” you complimented, squeezing his bicep. He flexed it lightly for you. You blushed when you realized exactly what you were doing.

“It’s just a little muscle,” he commented offhandedly.

The conversation lulled, he smiled down at you, and you up at him. He kissed the tip of your nose.

“So can I put it i-”

“I already said yes.”

“In your ass?”

“Ew no!”

Yoongi laughed loudly, “see this is why you can’t say yes to something without knowing what you’re agreeing to.”

“Shut up and put it in the right hole,” you groaned, then for good measure, “oppa.” It was a joke. You thought it was a joke, but something lit up in his pupils as two measly syllables rolled off your tongue and hit his eardrums. You felt his skin prickle under your touch and his member twitched against your folds.

Like a deer caught in headlights, you looked up at the handsome man. His eyes had narrowed as well as darkened. He looked absolutely ravenous and you wanted him to eat you up.

“Say that again.” He commanded as he pushed the head of his massive, and now that you could properly feel it, you knew that you had been right, cock at the entrance of your lower lips.

“O-oppa?” you questioned, astounded that the simple word that he’d no doubt heard his whole life had this effect on him.

“That’s right yeo-chin,” he growled, his voice gruff and harsh as he pushed lightly into you. His dick opened you painfully, perfectly.

“Yeo-chin?” You ask through the explosion of pleasure between your thighs.

“Is that okay?” He asked, suddenly looking really vulnerable and scared. You reached up, stroking his cheek lightly with your knuckles.

“Oh honey,” you trailed off, bumping his nose against yours before you pulled back abruptly, “If you want me to be your girlfriend, you have to ask me properly.”

Yoongi sighed, his smile telling you he expected as much and wasn’t hurt, “Talk after?” He asked again.

“As much as you want,” you reiterated.

And then he was pushing into you once again, surprising you because you could have sworn you had been full before but inch after inch, he pushed into your awaiting hole, filling all the emptiness you’d felt your whole life until his balls tapped your ass softly.

His face was contorted in pure ecstasy. At least from your perspective. Yoongi, in all truth, was trying his hardest not to blow his load into you already. He couldn’t believe his luck. He was inside you. He’d waited his whole life for this and he was finally inside you.

You wiped a bead of sweat from his temple and playfully licked his lips. He grunted against you, holding himself up by the forearms. Suddenly, he was really grateful that he had started to work out and that Jungkook had him doing three minute planks for fun. He’d have to thank him later, even if he did complain a whole lot.

“Can-can I move?” Yoongi gasped. Your walls fluttered around his member as if welcoming it home with soft caresses. You were so warm, maybe hot, he wasn’t sure, but you were tight and wet and all the good things in the world.

You only breathed, feeling so unbelievably full. It felt like he had pushed in all the way to your throat. You were no size queen, really, you weren’t, but if this is what they were going on about, you understood.

“Y/N,” he panted, his body begging him to move, “please.”

“Are-are you begging?” You giggled mirroring what he’d asked you before.

“Yes.” Without hesitation, he admitted, “Please… please…”

Well fuck. How could you say no? You nodded fervently, all mirth erased from your expression as he pulled out slowly, your juices squelched as your lower muscles tried to keep him in.

“Gah- ash-Y/N… you’re so tight.”

You only moaned in response, the head of his cock was still in you, stretching you to the point you didn’t think anyone could fully make you feel this way again.

“You’re so big,” you complimented scratching at his back. His muscles rippled under your touch.

He pushed back in, still torturously slow. It felt like you were being split in half. You felt like Olaf in the first frozen movie after he got stabbed by an icicle.

“Yoongi,” you gasped as he pulled out again at the same speed, his face screwed up in concentration.

“Oppa,” he growled into your ear, kissing roughly at your skin.

“Oppa,” you agreed, though it wasn’t your favorite word, he seemed to be getting of fairly

well so you let it slide, “move faster.”

“You sure?” He asked.

You nodded, knowing it was probably going to hurt but you wanted to feel him and you wanted him to cum.

“Yes.”

He didn’t need to be told again; he drew back, once again leaving only the mushroom tip inside you once again, and then he thrust. Hard. You nearly choked as he pumped himself over and over again hitting the nerves in your vagina. The slap of skin against yours was loud in the empty room, only accompanied by your moans and his pants and grunts. Your names mixed in every once in a while, your lips kissing any and all the skin that you could possibly reach. He licked at your lips and sucked bruises onto your neck, your chest. He wanted to mark all of you. He wanted to make sure you knew who you belonged to… as soon as he asked you right after he finished up.

This idea itself spurred him on, to thrust faster, deeper. He wanted to finish and make sure that you finished too, not quickly but soon. He wanted to talk. He wanted to make sure that you were in the same place.

So he reached between you both again, his fingers blindly found your clitoris and began to rub abstract shapes into it. Your back arched off the bed, your hair and boobs bounced with each thrust, his balls slapping against your ass. You were seeing white, your mouth wide open in a silent ‘o’. You were so close. So so close.

“Come, Yeo-chin,” he whispered against your temple, and though you weren’t technically his, the title sent you over the edge along with his fingers and the deep thrusts that hit your cervix.

“Oppa,” you groaned, your face screwed up.

That did it for Yoongi. His fingers on your clit stuttered along with his hips. His thrusts became erratic and he hit the sides of your walls. You squeezed around him as he over stimulated you through your orgasm.

“One more time… say it one more time,” he begged.

You complied, whispering it into his ear, it was cut slightly by a particularly pleasurable thrust. Yoongi felt pure euphoria fill his blood as his hips paused, then buried deep into your hole. Ropes of hot cum shot into you, filling you.

Yoongi panted heavily over you, his head resting on your shoulder as he struggled to keep himself up. You were breathing heavily as well, your nipples brushed against his chest. You were sensitive. You hissed.

“You can lay down,” the words had barely left your lips before he had let his weight settle on top of you. A smile crossed your face as his hands tangled in your hair and stroked it lightly. You wrapped him up in a hug, wanting him to stay like this for a while. It was nice to feel him so close.

After a couple of minutes of both of you just recovering and your breathing getting much harder, like a wrestler, you tapped Yoongi twice.

“I’m out,” you joked, “can’t breathe.”

With what looked like a lot of effort, he pushed himself up and off you, pulling out of your suddenly. The cum inside of your vagina gushed out.

You made a face as you felt it drip onto his sheets. Yoongi watched it ooze out of you, not really caring where it was going. He looked mesmerized. He reached out as if to swipe at the cum on your lower lips but you grabbed his wrist before he could.

“We talk now,” you sighed, a bit calmer than before but still a bit worried.

“Now?” He looked so vulnerable again, like he was a scared child. He lay on his side, resting his head on his elbow. He looked down at you, waiting for you to take the reins, the way you always did but this time, you didn’t know where to begin.

Yoongi cleared his throat looking around uncomfortably. When you said nothing, his mind had started to race.

“So… do you… want to be my girlfriend, or are we friends with benefits level right now? Ow!”

You’d smacked his shoulder, not hard at all but he was dramatic and you knew that. He frowned at you, his lips tempting you into another kiss that could lead to something more once again. You were already feeling a little turned on again just looking at the results of his recent gym trips.

“So no to yeo-chin then?”

“Yoongi!”

“Don’t you mean Oppa?”

You smiled up at him, a teasing glint in your gaze, “I didn’t know you had an oppa kink. This whole time, I was right to refuse to call you oppa. I knew you looked way too happy whenever I called you that!”

Yoongi scrunched his nose and looked away, “I don’t! It’s just… when you say it.” He admitted waving a hand as if to bat away your inquisitive and teasing stare.

Not really knowing how to answer that, you chose instead to answer his previous question.

“Nam-chin,” you ran a finger down the center of his pecks, tracing all the light visible muscles that made you want to get off on just riding his chest. Yoongi tensed under your touch. He seemed frozen.

“Did you just call me nam-chin?” You, for once, were not embarrassed. You smiled brightly, happy that the title finally had a head to sit on.

“Is that okay?”

Yoongi pulled you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you, his heart beat erratically in his chest, singing to yours. To its credit, your heart synced and harmonized almost instantly. He smelled like pure sex and fresh water. He buried your face into his bare skin, listening to his song. After all these years, after all the tiptoeing and fear, you were finally where you belonged.

“Of course it is,” he paused, kissing the top of your head a couple of times, “yeo-chin.” This time, the word made a shiver roll down your spine. Arousal began to pool between your sticky thighs once more and if the third leg on your stomach was anything to go by, he was as well.

“Can- can we take a shower?” you asked him, biting your lips and pushing your chest against his suggestively.

He smirked, his mouth watered at the thought of taking you in the shower. He could almost hear your moans echoing in his wet room as he sat you down and ate you out until the water ran cold. Easy clean up even.

“Yes.” he breathed, connecting his lips to yours. You kissed for a while, your lips meshing together lovingly. Yoongi was a good kisser, you realized. He was a good lay as well. And he was cute to boot. Suddenly, he pulled away and picked you up bridal style and walked you to his restroom. He once again kicked the door open to avoid using his hands and walked you through, but this time instead of throwing you down, he set you on the toilet, him on his knees between your pushed open legs.

“I hope you don’t have any plans,” he said, kissing up your thighs and pulling you close to the edge, “because I have all the time in the world and I’m really, really thirsty.”

He ran two fingers over your abused center, collecting his cum and your new arousal. Sure, there were still a lot of things to talk about between you two. Yoongi still wasn’t sure if you fully understood the depth of his feelings nor was he sure if you simply liked him and the slip of the L-word was nothing more than that. A slip. But like he’d said, he had all the time in the world to ask and all the time to make sure he earned you and your trust. He would do anything he could to prove it and some day he would be.

But for now, he was royally fucked by the sinful sounds that escaped your pretty lips and he wanted nothing more than to just enjoy.

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Masterlist -in case you want to read more....

I hope yall enjoyed it and that this is a good come back after our roast session from permission to dance:)

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Be Alright

THE EVER AWAITED PROMISED PART 2 OF 3

Another shortened fic bc Uwu

You can read part one... here! On this very link! Am I stalling to make the link longer so it’s easier to click on? Oh yes I am.

I definitely didn’t reword some excerpts from my first fic NO WAY

Flashback text right here, bitches!

This is lyric text

Enjoy

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Ships: Koushi Sugawara x Gn!Reader(ish)

Warnings: Mayhaps some cursing?, injury mention, implied panic attack. angst. I mean like pure fucking angst. Good luck not crying.

Prompt: Part 2/3 of the Please Don’t Say You Love Me” collab. Limited POV! Focuses on Suga’s story as the days go by- Koushi Sugawara is a man of many passions and adorations. After ignoring his best friend for months because of the finals, he finally has to cope with losing the one who’s been with him since day 1. Very little x reader content, and the only interaction isn’t very cute.

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“I can’t believe this is happening I...” Sugawars released a shaky breath as he dragged his face through his hands, “I know I haven’t been the best but- heh so much for second chances...”

“Suga...” Daichi replied with a sympathetic look, “You never could’ve known. I just wish you didn’t have to find out this way.”

“You two have been friends since the very beginning, thick-as-thieves as our parents would say. You’ll get through it, you always have in the past.” Asahi said reassuringly, coaxing a small grin whenever his friend looked his way.

Koushi reminisced the night that they left... how could he forget the way they made him feel? How could he forget the way he made them feel?

His mind was filled with the harsh picture of how the night played out...

Thrilled couldn’t begin to describe how Koushi felt. He was overjoyed, ecstatic. He couldn’t wait to celebrate with his favorite people in the world: his boys and his best friend.

“We made it! We made it to nationals, (Y/N)!” Sugawara chimed as he bounded up to his best friend.

I look up from the crowd to see your sad and teary eyes.

(Y/N)’s forced smile and glazed eyes met with Sugawara’s gleaming ones. Upon seeing them, his face dropped, “(N/N)? Are you feeling okay?”

You look away from me and I see, there's something you're trying to hide.

“I’m fine. Just... go see your boys.” They pushed open the doors to the gymnasium and walked outside into the cold.

“(Y/N) what-“ Sugawara swallowed thickly, following them into the nipping air. “What’s going on? Is there something you need to tell me?”

And I reach for your hand but it's cold, you pull away again, and I wonder what's on your mind.

“It’s nothing, Koushi.”

“It’s not nothing. You know you can tell me anything, I’ll never judge.” He grinned warmly,

And so Suga waited in silence, he waited for them to speak. Totally unsure as to what they would admit, he patiently stood, tracing patterns in the thin blanket of snow that had just begun to stick.

“You’re not here anymore!” they finally admitted, “You’re so fucking busy with your team that you don’t see when family needs help.”

Sugawara’s heart dropped to his stomach, and jumped into his throat all at the same time. As he looked up from the ground, he found himself tongue tied.

“I- I told you I’d be there but-“ Suga never stutters. Ever. The fact that he found himself stuttering worried him; he didn’t want to break down in front of all of these people.

And then you say to me you made a dumb mistake. You start to tremble and your voice begins to break.

“You weren’t there for me! You never told me anything for months! I felt neglected, Koushi. You forgot about me.” (Y/N) spat as tears welled in their eyes.

“(Y/N)-“ they were right... how could he have been so blind to what he was doing??

“Just... I can’t do this anymore. It’s all so one sided that I can’t-“ (Y/N) sighed as they started to gently giggle.

Suga wasn’t entirely sure what was funny about the situation. He guessed it was a laugh of disbelief but, he couldn’t wrap his head around what was occurring.

You say the time we spent together was never quite enough

“We used to be so close...” (Y/N) whispered as they beamed Suga a patient smile, “Now...”

“Used?” He inquired gently.

“Yes, Koushi. Used.” they sniffled as their tears returned.

“You know I love volleyball! You can’t expect me-“

And then the bomb dropped. The day Sugawara’s entire life changed. For better or worse, he was quite unsure.

“And I love you, Koushi! Is that enough to keep you here? Will I finally be enough!?”

I feel the color draining from my face...

The silver haired boy stood dumbfounded. Was this real? Of course he wanted to hear those words, but never laced with such heartache and venom, never followed by the words they managed to cry out. “Y-you love me?”

“I do. But I guess those stupid fucking butterflies chose wrong.”

Sugawara was paralyzed. He wondered if his heart had actually shattered, or if he was just wounded spiritually. He called vainly for his best friend, struggling to remain his composure.

“Suga, it’s time to collect the trophy!” Daichi chirped as he held onto the open gym door, “Woah. You okay buddy?”

“They... they left me. I-“ he furrowed his brows and squinted his straining eyes, “I can’t believe I screwed it up this bad...”

“Suga, what are you talking about?”

“I promised them I’d be there... I promised, Daichi... I can’t give this to them. Not after I broke my promise.”

The glinting, silver ring was lazily thrown into Sugawara’s pocket. He didn’t care if it scratched or chipped, he didn’t care about putting it back in the box, he didn’t care if it fell out or got lost.

The only thing he was supposed to care about was gone.

But he chose volleyball over them, and he didn’t ever think he could forgive himself.

-

And my friend said...

Daichi and Asahi both placed their hands on Koushi’s shoulders to show their compassion and sympathy. But upon the gentlest grazing of his friends’ fingertips, Suga’s eyes welled with tears and he clung onto Daichi.

“It’s alright, Suga.” Daichi rubbed the setter’s back, coddling him as he struggled to maintain his composure, “Hey. Don’t try to hold it in, just let it right out.” the captain’s words were just above a whisper as he tightened his grip in preparation.

After a couple sniffles and a shaky inhale, Koushi finally released an anguished cry and let his frustrations go. The setter dropped to his knees, causing Daichi to scramble and follow in pursuit.

“God w-what have I done?!” Koushi cried out, “I-I need to fix this! Please! Guys! Let me see them!”

“I know you love them, but it's over, Suga.” Daichi mumbled as he closed his eyes, struggling himself to stay alert and not begin to cry along with Sugawara, “You need to focus on your own well being right now, not how (Y/N) is feeling.”

Sugawara took that personally, how dare Daichi make that assumption!? “Just because I want to correct my wrongdoings doesn’t make me Un-focused! I’m going to text them right now, I have to fix this. I have t-“

“It doesn't matter” Asahi interrupted quite loudly, “put the phone away.”

With a painstaking look, as if he were pleading with his eyes, Suga stared at Asahi, then Daichi, then the phone in his hands. A few loose tears escaped his eyes as he gently laid it back in his pocket.

“It's never easy to walk away... but you have to let them go.” Daichi said gently, offering a hand to help his friend to his feet.

“I just...” Suga sighed, “Can we just stay here for a little bit?”

“It'll be alright” both third years said quietly, placing a loving hand on a different place on Suga’s body. Daichi wordlessly squeezed his shoulders and Asahi hummed a small tune as he let his thumb rub over the setter’s knee.

-

As the days marched forward, Sugawara’s mental state began to decrease. How could he have been so blind? Did he really choose a sport over his own family? (Y/N) wasn’t his blood relative, but they were just that close.

So I asked to look back at all the messages you'd sent

“Daichi...? S-should I look at our texts?”

“Your what?”

“My texts,” he swallowed thickly, “W-with them.”

The spiker exhaled through pursed lips, cold air emitting from them. He looked at Suga, who he couldn’t read, for his numb expression made it very difficult. “Is there any specific reason why?”

And I know it wasn't right, but it was fucking with my head

“I want to see if they...” Koushi released his own gentle exhale, “I-if they tried to tell me or-“

“Suga, no. This is only going to make matters worse.” Daichi replied as he reached out a hand for the setter’s phone.

“Daichi please.” He muttered, attempting to ignore the threatening buzz of a breakdown that resided in his chest.

“Suga I-“ Daichi wanted to be stern. He wanted to tell Sugawara that he shouldn’t make himself more upset, that he was only going to make himself worse.

He couldn’t seem to do it.

“Fine.”

Koushi seemed hesitant to do so, but he took his phone out of his pocket and opened up to his messages.

The two sat in uncomfortable silence as the silver haired boy read through his texts with them. He would occasionally giggle, making the captain’s heart flutter. He would give anything to hear his friend laugh again; it had been far too long.

“They haven’t said anything.” Sugawara stayed as his eyes flicked across his phone screen.

“Is that good or bad?” Daichi replied gently.

“Dunno yet.” Suga smiled weakly and put his phone back in his pocket, “But it was nice to ‘talk’ to them once again.”

The captain grinned sympathetically and held out his hand to meet Suga’s. When the setter hesitantly placed it in the latter’s, he was met with a squeeze of reassurance.

“Okay can I tell you a joke or something? I need to hear you like, laugh again.” Daichi said in exasperation, lightly tracing Suga’s palm.

The setter snorted and started to let out tiny chuckles, “Oh Daichi. What am I going to with you?”

-

And everything deleted like the past, yea it was gone.

Sugawara tapped his pencil rhythmically against his desk, glaring at the seemingly frozen clock. He had to get out of this class before he had a heart attack. Weakly raising his hand, he trembled in his seat, waiting for his teacher to acknowledge him.

She hadn’t yet.

The setter began to breathe weirdly. He couldn’t explain it, but he knew that people were looking at him. He squeezed his eyes shut... please just... notice him. Let him go...

“Mrs. Kaiko! I just remembered that Suga and I have to do a quick interview for the yearbook at this time. May we be excused?”

And when I saw your face, I could tell you're moving on.

Koushi opened his eyes to his savior standing on both feet, right next to his desk... it was (Y/N).

“I suppose. We’re done for today anyways.”

The two wordlessly exited the classroom after (Y/N) said a quick goodbye. “Suga.” They spoke suddenly, “are you alright now?”

“M-Mhm. Thank you.”

But it's not the fact that you were with him yesterday

They checked their phone and gasped as they widened their eyes suddenly. “Do you need me to stay with you? Katsumi needs me to help them study.”

It's the feeling of betrayal, that I just can't seem to shake

“N..no im fine. You go have fun.”

“Koushi what’s going on? Why haven’t you left yet?”

“Everything I know tells me that I should walk away...” Sugawara mumbled as he stared at the floor, “But I just want to stay. I- I haven’t talked to you in so long and I just miss you...”

(Y/N) sighed, standing up from their kneeling position. They sighed heavily, “I’m sorry. You made your evident choice back then. Sure, you’ve grown because you regret making me fall for you, then having to lose me. But you don’t really miss me...” they turned on their heel and walked away, “Just the idea of me.”

Sugawara felt his heart pang as he stutter stepped toward the bathroom. His eyes became practically blind as they were inhibited by his tears.

“Suga? Hey- hey hey hey buddy what’s wrong?” Asahi’s gentle voice suddenly sounded. He reached a hand out for Koushi.

“J-jus’ hold ont’ me please.” Koushi managed to quietly stutter as his weakened knees buckled from beneath him, sending him into the ace’s grasp.

It's gonna hurt for a bit of time, so bottoms up, let's forget tonight.

Asahi’s heart snapped in two as he held the broken boy, who was now stuttering incoherently through a new meltdown. “You'll find another and you'll be just fine, Suga. You’re strong and passionate, you can pull through this.”

“Asahi I... I don’t think I can. That’s the problem.” Sugawara was now able to formate sentences, but he really wished he hadn’t been able to...

“You can. You’ll be able to push through, I know-“

“Asahi I‘m still in love with them! I miss them every day and I just want to hold them and tell them everything will be fine.” Koushi’s demeanor softened suddenly, “But I made my choice, and they’ve made theirs.”

Let them go... It’ll be alright.

-

But nothing heals the past like time.

Time.

That’s all he needed.

He needed to give it some time before he tried to win them back.

And they can't steal the love you're born to find.

That’s right.

He was going to show them that the butterflies chose correctly.

He was going to prove he wasn’t going to neglect them any longer.

He just didn’t know what to say.

Or when to say it.

Or where to start...

It’ll be alright.

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I am literally so sorry for this LMFAO

Keep an eye out for part three!

♡︎ 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 / 𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕♡︎

[multiplicity-positivity]

I think I've seen other people ask stuff so I wanted to ask a thing. Cause our host (and like the person who's mostly in front and IDs as the body and stuff) gets all... Glitchy... In headspace. Especially if they have a really hard therapy and stuff and is it normal for someone to get glitchy? They get all glitchy and staticy. Like old tvs and stuff. They just cry and glitch and it's scary. Have you ever heard of people doing that? Lucky he's got Corvo to protect him and stuff but then I front either alone or with another kid cause all the grown ups are busy. I'm sorry. I think I talked to much. I talk a lot. When I talk. I hope you're happy and doing fun things and stuff. C:

Hi! We’ve never had anything like this happen in our headspace. Remember that headspaces are a visualization tool created by each system’s imagination! So baring this in mind, could it be possible for your host and maybe your whole system to come together to discuss your host’s headspace presentation and try to work on helping them have a more solid footing inside?

Here is our favorite resource on building headspaces. Even if y’all’s headspace is very well defined, it might help to use some of these tips to adjust your headspace or your host’s presentation inside it to make things a bit easier for them!

If they’re upset and crying a lot, especially after therapy, it may be a good idea for them to practice grounding, reorienting, and emotional regulation. All of these skills can be taught by a therapist, or through a therapy workbook or something similar. We’re learning how to properly ground ourselves and regulate our emotions using our DBT skills workbook, which we bought from amazon!

And here’s a post we wrote discussing a DBT skill - REST, which stands for Relax, Evaluate, Set an intention, and Take action, which may help your host calm down if they’re feeling overwhelmed!

Keeping up with open, honest communication could also help you work with your system so that it’s not just up to you to front alone when your host is having a rough time. Perhaps you can make a plan with one of the older members of your system so that if your host has to switch out due to being stressed or overwhelmed, someone else can take over for a while!

We hope something here is able to help you, even if just a little bit. Our apologies for not having a better answer for you! We’re wishing your whole system good luck with this, and we’ll keep your host in our thoughts!

🌸 Margo and 🖋 Cecil

[dabilove27]

Bright

Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!Reader 

Rating: T

Warnings: Idiots who don’t realize they are in love, some language, a tiny bit of angst but it has a happy ending! I think that’s all  

Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: So this is the first thing I've ever written and posted on here.  It might be 5.2 words of crap but I put a lot of work into it.  I just want to thank my amazing friends for hyping me up to finally post this and the never ending support.  I love y’all so much! Y’all’s encouragement has meant so much to me!

At the start of this journey, you never would have guessed this is where the two of you would end up. Swaying slowly, in a large ballroom with the lights turned low, in the most expensive white dress you would ever own. Your arms wrap around the muscular neck of the love of your life, and everything feels complete. Marrying Eijirou Kirishima was a dream. Grinning, you look up at his glowing face as you finish your first dance as husband and wife. Being in his arms, you felt safe and secure as he wrapped them around your waist. In moments like this, it was hard to think of a time when you weren't the center of each other's lives.

You met Kirishima the same day you began your hero journey at UA.  

Scurrying down the massive hallways, you make it to your homeroom of 1-A. Many students already occupy the classroom and are engaged in conversations. Maneuvering around the groups of students, you find your assigned seat and begin to settle in. As you scan the room, your eyes land on a boy with spiky hair and vivid red eyes. His smile beams, and as you continue to glance at him, a small grin grows on your face. As if feeling the weight of your gaze on him, he turns towards you, and his eyes meet yours. Oh crap, he noticed me staring, you hastily turn your face down to your desk as you feel the warmth of embarrassment in your face.

You hear shuffling from a chair scraping across the floor, and then a cheerful voice exclaims, "Hi, I'm Eijirou Kirishima! Nice to meet you..." he pauses, waiting for you to introduce yourself. You move your gaze from your desk to his face, and that's when you see his smile. From far away, his smile was bright, but up close, it appeared to be blinding. Positivity radiates from him.

Swallowing down your previous embarrassment, you introduce yourself and tell him it's nice to meet him too.  Without you realizing a small grin comes to your face.

Kirishima stands there, grinning at you as he dives into a conversation with you as if the two of you had known each other for years. Kirishima's heart seems to stop dead in its tracks as he watches the small grin you have blossom into a full smile.  He wasn't sure if he believed in love at first sight, but something was happening as he continues to stare into your eyes.  Fumbling, he continues to try and carry on a conversation, and he swears he feels his heart stop again when you laugh.  

You and Kirishima become fast friends after that initial meeting. His passion and upbeat personality are hard to overlook.  He becomes a bright part of your daily life. You spend your day's training, studying, and eating lunch with him frequently.  Something you didn't notice was Kirishima's lingering glances or how his smile would beam when he would make you laugh.  Eventually, both of you became part of the Bakusquad, and even with a new friend group, you always seem to gravitate to each other.

Your first year at UA could be summed up like a whirlwind. From the USJ incident, the sports festival, and later the training camp. It was no surprise that tensions were high when you and your classmates moved into the dorms.  Through all the ups and downs, you and Kirishima would find each other for support.  

Sometime later, a few of your classmates were given the task of infiltrating a Yakuza hideout with the Pro Heros. Heart pounding, you wished Kirishima good luck on his mission without realizing how dangerous it would be.  He cherished the tight hug you gave him before he had to leave.  He pulled that memory to cope with the physical pain while being taken to the hospital.  With that in his mind, he felt more at ease, knowing he would see you soon.

News had spread that the fight with the Yakuza group wasn't a pretty one, but you had no idea how Kirishima had faired.  Anxiety pulsed through your body as you walked to the hospital where Kirishima was.  

Making your way through the sterile hospital hallways, your heartbeat was racing as you approach his door.   Knocking gently, a muffled "come in" came through the other side.   Slowly, you open the door, and your eyes find Kirishima's red ones. Kirishima was sitting up in his hospital bed, with white bandages almost wholly covering him. The only things you could see were his eyes with dark bags below them, a few tufts of hair, and his mouth that was curving into a small grin when your eyes met.

Kirishima's heart begins to beat a little bit faster the moment his eyes meet yours.  It felt like a lifetime since that hug before the mission.  There was a moment during his fight with Rappa he wasn't sure if he ever would see you again.  The feeling of joy at seeing your face overcame him.  At that moment, the only thing that mattered to him was you and seeing your precious face light up.  It was like he couldn't feel the physical pain from the fight anymore.

Your giggle brought him back to the moment.  A longing goes through his chest as he watches you cover your mouth with your hand. You are trying to smother your giggles at his mummy-like state. "Hey! Come on, don't laugh!" Kirishima exclaims, his smirk spreads wider as more giggles continued to leak out of you.

"Sorry, you're right; it's not funny that you got hurt, but at least you have a Halloween costume idea," you respond playfully and send him a quick wink as your giggles finally died down. Moving towards the chair near his hospital bed, you pull out the small lunch you packed for him. "I'm glad you're okay, Eijirou," you mutter in a more somber voice, thinking about the horrible what-if scenarios that could have happened. You lift your hand to your eyes to rub any away any tears that threaten to fall.  The last thing you want is to make this about you after what Kirishima had to experience.  

Kirishima swallows, his eyes focusing on your face as you sink into the chair with a sad smile. His chest clenches as the smile continues to shrink. He clears his throat and tries to pick up the mood; it kills him to see you sad. "Yeah! I'm just fine! Now let me eat whatever smells so delicious in there," he declares in an upbeat tone as he maneuvers in his bed to scootch closer to you.    

Your sad smile morphs into a happier one after hearing his encouragement, and you move your eyes to meet his. Kirishima never ceases to amaze you with his positive outlook. He's sitting there beaming and lively as ever, not letting his injuries get him down. Little did you know, despite the physical pain Kirishima felt, he was putting on a happy face for you. He would do anything to keep a smile on your face.   

It dawns on you that both of his arms are in slings, and there is no way he can feed himself. Letting out a soft sigh and shaking your head, you pull out the chopsticks you brought. "Well, it looks like you can't move your arms like that," you gesture with your hands, "so I guess I will have to feed you” you say with a wink. You move to pick up a piece of chicken and begin to bring it towards his mouth.   

Kirishima was thankful you couldn't see his entire face right then. He didn't want you to see the blush growing across his cheeks. "No, I-um. It's okay, I've-" he stammers to find something to say as thoughts fly through his mind.  Should I stop her? I can feed myself, right? Fuck, she's so cute. 

Kirishima's heart is pounding as his eyes dart between your face and the hand that continues to move to his mouth. This moment allows you to pop the chicken piece in his slightly gaping mouth.  Kirishima sits there in bewilderment, still with his mouth agape.  Gently placing your hand below his bandaged chin, you push upward to close it. "Now chew, Eijirou," you say with a soft grin as you pull your hand away. It takes him a moment before his brain begins to work again, and he chews and swallows the piece of food.

After that, Kirishima lets you serve him the rest of the meal. He wasn't sure if the blush left his face or his heart ever stopped racing. One thing he was sure of is that he wants this moment to never end.  With the warmth of having you so close and smelling your familiar smell, he could swear this was paradise.  That was the moment Kirishima knew he wanted something more profound than friendship with you.  He knew he wanted to live a life where being this close to each other was normal and not just because he went on a terrible mission.

Years go by, and your friendship with Kirishima is steady as you enter your third year at UA. Almost all your classmates watch as his feelings grow into something more profound while you remain oblivious.  Almost everyone could see that Kirishima would take any chance to be closer to you.  

They could see it in the way he would try to switch partners during training exercises. "Hey, Oijiro! Did you get paired with Y/N for training? My quirk would work better with hers for this exercise. Let's go ahead and switch."

In the way he would pull Bakugou over to the side and talk with him when Bakugou yells at you. "Bakubro, hey man, can you tone it down a bit? She didn't mean to insult your cooking."  

On movie nights with the class, he would try to save the love seat that perfectly fit the two of you. "Denki! I know you and Y/N both hate horror movies, but she'll end up digging her nails into your skin during the worst parts. Let me save your arm, and I'll sit with her."  

You didn't notice all the little things like your classmates did.  Kirishima was your best friend. It didn't matter that he would want to train with you; he knew your quirk the best and vice versa. It wasn't a big deal when he would get on Bakugou for yelling at you; friends stick up for each other. You thought he was sweet when he would want to sit next to you during movie night.

The only thing Kirishima hadn't done yet was confess his feelings to you. The fear of destroying your friendship kept him from putting his feelings into words. So he would sit by and enjoy the feeling of you being close to him during training. Or bury his face into your hair whenever the two of you cuddle up together on the movie nights. He would put his feelings aside to relish in the smiles you would send his way when he would crack jokes. Because he would never want to lose these things if you didn't like him back.

And deep down, there was something there for you too. But you wouldn't say anything either. Because both of you would rather keep it safe than risk rejection from your best friend. It was easier this way.  

"You're an idiot, Shittyhair. Fucking say something already," Bakugou complains to the red-haired male as they walk to class one cold morning.

"Hush, man, someone could hear!" Kirishima glances around to make sure none of your classmates are close enough to overhear the conversation. The last thing he needs is someone like Denki or Sero finding out and spilling it to you. "Besides, your talking nonsense. We are just friends." Kirishima laughs nervously and moves his hand to rub the back of his neck under his scarf. A small pang of sadness goes through his heart at saying it out loud.  

"Yeah, whatever idiot," Bakugou responds with a shake of his head and chooses not to push it.  While you and Kirishima are idiots ignoring mutual feelings, Bakugou is much more observant. He hopes Kirishima makes his move soon because he can see someone else trying to come into the picture.

Your final few months of high school is when things change for the two of you.

"I like you. Would you please go on a date with me?" Words flow smoothly from the man in front of you.

Sure, you had gotten closer to Todoroki after being in the same class with him for over three years. You worked with him on a couple of projects, trained together, and even studied together sometimes. But having him confess feelings was not something you were expecting.

Standing there, feelings of excitement and confusion radiate through you and leave you speechless. You want this moment, but with someone else. Kirishima's soft crimson eyes and spiky hair come to your mind, and a familiar ache begins in your heart. An ache that you have tried to battle away these last few years. But we're only friends. If he had wanted more, he would have said something by now. You are so caught up in your thoughts you almost forget that Todoroki is still waiting for your answer.

Letting out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, you push down those feelings. Lifting your eyes, you meet the blue and grey ones staring back at you, awaiting your answer.  Even if you hold feelings for Kirishima, there was a possibility he didn't feel the same, and so you chose to give this a chance.  

A small smile comes to your face as you respond. "Sure, Todoroki, I would love to go on a date with you."  

Gossip spreads like wildfire among your class.  It's not really a surprise considering some of the classmates you have. As the day progresses, almost everyone is aware that Shouto Todoroki asked you on a date.  And eventually, Kirishima would find out too.  

Walking through the kitchen in your dorms, he happens to overhear the end of a conversation between Mina and Ochacho.  Mina was musing aloud about your upcoming date with Shouto without realizing he had walked in. "Oh, I wonder where Todoroki is going to take her! I bet it will be fancy, and the food will be amazing!" Mina gushes.

"Whoa! Todoroki confessed to someone? Who's the lucky person? I bet it's Yaoyorozu. They'd be pe- why are you looking at me like that?" Kirishima stops his animated monologue and gives Mina a confused expression. Mina's animated face falls to a more melancholy expression as she turns towards him.

"Oh Eijirou, um well, you see, Todoroki asked Y/N on a date." Mina's words stumble out carefully, knowing this news would hurt him.  "She said yes." Mina finishes as she breaks eye contact with Kirishima.  Kirishima's face falls as he continues to stare at Mina as his world crumbles around him. His chest was aching at the surreal probability that he had lost his chance with you.  

How could he ever compete with Todoroki? He was one of the strongest in the class and could own up to his feelings.   He feels tears begin to sting behind his eyes as his thoughts weigh heavily on him. Kirishima has never had to deal with this before. No one else had ever approached you with confessions. They all saw you with Kirishima and knew how he felt. But what could he do now? He couldn't confess now. That could ruin any happiness you might have with Todoroki, as well as your friendship with him. It would be selfish of him to try and ruin that for you, no matter how bad it hurt him. Turning away from Mina and Ochako, Kirishima swallows his feelings. He treks toward his room, ignoring Mina's desperate calling to him. Closing his door, he sinks down immediately and covers his face with his hands. The tears he held back in the hallway begin streaming down his face as he thinks about the woman he loved being with someone else.

Like most new relationships, things were awkward with Todoroki at first. His stoic personality is a stark contrast to Kirishima's bright and upbeat one.  It's not like you were trying to compare the two, but Kirishima had been your focus for three years now.  Accepting the date with Todoroki was something you did to try and have your own happiness. Expecting him to share your feeling was unrealistic.  You had to move on from him.  

Months pass, and your relationship with Todoroki grows. At the same time, your friendship with Kirishima seems to stretch further apart. The time you spend with Kirishima is replaced by the time you spend with Todoroki. He no longer always tried to be the one with you in training.   He stopped making excuses to sit next to you on movie nights. It was Todoroki's job to take care of you now. While Kirishima's heart ached, he wanted you to be happy. It hurt to see you intertwine your fingers with Todoroki. His heart felt like it was shattering him to see you lean into Todoroki on hard days instead of him. It killed him when your beautiful laughter filled the halls at something Shouto had said and not him. Despite all this pain, Kirishima did not want to ruin your happiness, so he stays quiet.  

Your final year at UA is coming to an end, and graduation is right around the corner. The absence of Kirishima leaves a hole in your heart. Things don't feel as bright as they once had. You miss spending time with him and being close. He was, or had been, your best friend before all of this.

Todoroki is a wonderful boyfriend. He's kind and goes out of his way to make sure you are happy, but he's also able to see that you aren't as comfortable as you had been. Trying hard, you still spend time investing in your relationship with Shouto. But deep down, your heart is longing for someone else.

"We should talk," Todoroki murmurs, sitting down with you on the floor against your bed in your dorm room. You know what that phrase means. "I know I'm not always the best with picking up certain things, but I can tell when something isn't right with you," he says as he turns towards you and slides his hand to intertwine his fingers with yours. The warmth that radiates from his left side seeps into your palm gently.

You try to blink back some tears threatening to fall as you rub your thumb gently back and forth over Todoroki's knuckles. The thought of making eye contact with him feels overwhelming. Facing the pain of a possible breakup and the pain of the person you really love not being in your life was too much to handle. "I'm sorry, Shouto, I want this to work, but…" your voice trails off as more tears begin to slide down your face.

"But I'm not him." Todoroki lifts his free hand to wipe away a few of the tears with his thumb.  You relish a little in the cool sensation against your warm cheeks. "I didn't realize until after I confessed how much he cared for you. I finally noticed how he looks at you after we started dating." He pauses for a moment and looks down at your linked hands. "And how you look at him." He squeezes your hand softly a moment before silence overtakes the room.  

"I'm sorry, Shouto." You let out a whisper and give his hand a gentle squeeze back

Todoroki lifts your chin gently with the hand that isn't holding yours and moves your gaze to his. Smiling, he says, "I think you should tell him. I like you a lot, but Kirishima has your heart.  I think we both want you to be happy, and I know he will make you happier than I can." With that, he pulls you into an embrace and places a small kiss on the top of your head.  

You feel your chest tighten as his lops gently leave your head, and he begins to pull away. You aren't sure if you should reach out to him or try to save this. Even though you know he's right, your heart still aches. No one said breakups were comfortable, even if it was best for both of you. Tears continue to drip down your cheeks as Todoroki quietly makes his way out your door and closes it with a little click. Pulling your knees up to your chest, you bury your face into your arms and let the silent tears fall.

As fate would have it, Kirishima is making his way down the hallway as Todoroki is leaving. "She needs you right now," Todoroki says as he continues to walk by Kirishima. Without any explanation, Kirishima knew it was you. He felt his palms begin to become clammy with sweat as a thousand scenarios flashed through his mind.

Kirishima stops walking and gives Todoroki's retreating figure a skeptical look. "What do you mean?" The words rushed out of his mouth as his pulse begins to pick up. You had Todoroki now; why would you need him? The thought flashes through his mind. Todoroki doesn't respond, just continuing to walk towards the elevators to go to his own floor. Kirishima begins to move again faster than he was before to your room. Standing outside the door, he doesn't bother knocking and barges into your room.  

Seeing you curled up on the ground and the shine of shed tears on your cheeks causes Kirsihima's heart to lurch.  Time feels like it is moving slowly as he stumbles over to you.  He needs to hold you, had to let you know that everything would be okay.  

As he sinks down to sit next to you, Kirishima envelops your shoulders in his muscular arms.  Instantly, you lean into him like nothing had ever changed.  Taking in a breath with a little shudder, you inhale his familiar cologne.  It's a smell you never realized how much you'd miss.  And his embrace is precisely what you needed right now.   Kirishima buries his face to the top of your head and intensifies his hold on you.   He gently rubs his fingertips up and down your arm in a way that he knows brings you comfort.  

Hey, what happened?" Kirishima softly whispers into your hair. He isn't a confrontational man, but it took every bit of restraint in him not to go confront Todoroki and demand why he left you here in this state.  

A little sniffle from you as you wipe away more tears brings him back to this moment. Todoroki didn't matter anymore, only you, only making sure that you were okay. "We broke up, Eijirou," you softly say with a little tremble of your bottom lip as more tears threaten to fall.  

At those words, it was like he had been dunked in cold water. How could Todoroki be so stupid to let you go? And before he can even stop himself, he is saying things that he has held on to for so long, "He's an idiot. If I had you, I would never let you go." Panic courses through his veins as his thoughts begin to race. Crap! That's not what she needed to hear, and she doesn't like you like that idiot! Kirishima stiffens as he feels you reposition yourself so that you are looking at him directly. "Ah, sorry, that was uncalled for," Kirishima laughs nervously while redirecting his gaze to the ceiling, hoping that you don't catch the blush rising on his face.  

"Eijirou, I actually want to talk to you about that," you sniffle again and take one of his large hands in your own. "Please look at me," you plead softly as Kirishima returns his gaze to meet yours. "I like you a lot Eijirou, and that's why Shouto and I didn't work out. You don't have to return my feelings, but-" you try to finish, but Kirishima cuts you off.

"I like you too! I've liked you for a long time!" The words rush from Kirishima's mouth; he moves quickly and clasps your smaller hands in his grip. This feels right. He feels right. "I know this might not be the best time, but I'm not letting my chance escape again. When you are ready, please go out with me."  

Looking at Kirishima with his bright crimson eyes and a smile that shines like the sun, you can't stop the grin forming on your face. He's still able to bring a smile to your face even when feeling so down. This is everything you've ever wanted. "Yes, I'll go out with you, Eijirou," letting out a little giggle as his smile grows to the largest you think you've ever seen. The joy is beaming from his smile.  

Graduation passes, and your relationship with Kirishima seems to integrate seamlessly into both of your lives. Your friendship morphs into becoming partners. There was a neverending slew of dates with Kirishima wanting to try everything with you.  From dinner dates to going to the beach, each new adventure added another incredible memory of your relationship together.  It was like the two of you were meant to be, and every memory solidified that.  

A few years later, on a day in early December, Kirishima tells you he is taking you on a surprise date. He refuses to let you know where you are going or what the date would involve.  The only thing he will tell you is to dress warm because the date involved you going outside.

As the two of you drive out of the city to a rural area, you can see Kisishima practically bursting at the seams.  There are small signs you have picked up all these years together that you know means he's nervous.  The leg he isn't using to drive is bouncing up and down, and he reaches out to grasp your hand and squeezes gently from time to time.  You make a choice not to question him because you can see how hard he is trying to keep this a surprise, and it's cute; you don't want to ruin that for him.  

He pulls the car up to a gated expanse of land and quickly inputs a code into a keypad. The gate slowly creaks open, and Kirishima continues to drive onto the property. Excitement and questions bubble up inside of you as you gaze out the window. You can't see much, though, because everything is pitch black, except for the vast amount of starts that are typically dulled by the city lights. He drives the car a little bit more down the path before he stops and puts it into park.

"Okay, we're here!" He exclaims while clamoring out of the vehicle to come to open your door for you.    

Stepping out of the car, you grasp for Kirishima's forearm. Your hand meets his toned bicep, and you cuddle into his warm side. Both for the heat and balance because you can hardly see in the dark.

Fuck, she's so cute.  Kirishima gets lost in his thoughts as he feels your body cuddle into his.  Sometimes it feels surreal to him that he's able to call you his, that you are here with him, that you picked him. He watches you as you tilt your head up to look at all the stars. At that moment, it was like all his nervousness melted away; seeing your beautiful face gazing up at the sky made his heart stop.      

"Babe, it's so gorgeous," you say in awe. Moving your gaze from the sky, you look over to Kirishima's face. The only thing you can make out in the dark is the small smile on his face.  

"Come on sweet girl, walk with me." Kirishima extends his hand, and you reach out to place your hand in his. Both of you stumble along through darkness together for a few steps in silence.  He gradually comes to a stop between two trees that are intertwined above you.  "Stand right here,"  he speaks quietly while letting go of your hand as you quirk a confused brow at him.  You couldn't see what he was doing, but you were able to hear him exhale a big breath and shuffle around.  

As you wait for Kirishima to finish whatever he is doing, you glance to the sky again to see the stars scattered across the night sky.  All of a sudden, the trees explode with tiny twinkle lights of various vibrant colors. Strands of lights wrap through the branches and down the tree's base.  Your breath hitches as you stand in awe for the second time that evening.

Your mind drifts back to Kirishima as your heart fills with warmth.  This is one of the reasons you love him so much.  He knows how much you love the holiday lights this time of year, always dragging him through the city to see them all.  Little gestures like this were what made him perfect.

Adjusting your gaze to the spot where Kirishima was, you see him down on one knee. It's a scene that's played over in your mind many times. But that doesn't stop the immediate shock that goes through you as tears begin to form.

Moving your gaze, you see him holding a small black bock that he begins to open.  Your name escapes his lips before he begins, "I love you so much. You are my best friend and my everything. I've loved you since our first year at UA.  From that moment you came to see me at the hospital. I want us to be together forever. I want to be able to call you my wife. Will you marry me?" Kirishima finishes with a shaky breath and smiles up at you.  He hopes you can't hear the pounding of his heart as he waits for your answer.

Your heart flutters as you look at his smiling face. That smile is more brilliant than the stars and lights together, and just like the first time you met, you can't help but smile back. "Yes, Eijirou, yes, I will marry you!" A few tears escape from your eyes as he slips the engagement ring on your finger.

Kirishima stands and pulls you into a crushing embrace that lifts you off the ground.  You could stay in his gentle but firm hold forever.  As he sets you down, he brings his lips to yours.  The familiarity of his slightly chapped lips lets you get lost in him.  He's your everything, and this is all you could have ever asked for.  You couldn't wait to spend the rest of your life with your best friend, the love of your life, Eijirou Kirishima.

And all those moments bring you to the best night of your life so far—the day where you marry your best friend.  Held safely in his strong arms, you wouldn't trade this for anything—your bright and shining Eijirou Kirishima.

Alright! If you have taken the time to read this, thank you!! This will probably be one of the softer things on my blog. So I'm not sure if I'll write something like this again. But again, thank you for taking the time to read!  

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