#i will waste precious moments of my life on in lmao

[golyadkin]

sigh...

i'm doing another pete and billy comic

[michi-chelle]

i’m officially too old for leonardo dicaprio :’o

[theepisceswriter]

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐓 — Gojo Satoru

♡ Synopsis: You and Gojo go together real bad and he loves spoiling you.

♡ A/N: MUVA IS BACK !!! This is my Renaissance moments (crickets cause nobody probably remembers who I am nmplpw). After lying to y'all like my daddy and saying I'm gon come back every summer, I finally returned with a lil sumn sweet for yall and who else to signify coming back after a long time than Gojo? I hope y'all enjoy and I did good, feedback appreciated since this is basically me dusting off lmao. Love you!!

♡ WC: 1.6k

♡ TW: not proofread, she/her pronouns, afab body parts, penetrative sex, intimacy, 18+, and I believe that's really it lmk if I missed anything.

“Gojo?”

His ears instantly picked up on the soft sweet soundwave that was your voice, vital to his ears like bees are to flowers. The quietness and tenderness of your voice alone is enough to provoke that primate instinct in him to protect, provide, and nurture. From his relaxed position on the bed, he’s quick to toss the phone that previously had his attention on the dresser and divert his eyes in your direction to give you his undivided attention.

And trust that when his gaze finally fell on you that’s exactly what you had; his undivided attention.

“Well, aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes?” He cheekily grinned, head tilting to the side.

Your nude body that leaned against the bathroom frame was clad in a brown fur coat and nothing else but the precious jewels and gold that adorned your neck, wrists, and fingers. All courtesy of him, of course and you couldn’t be more thankful to have a man like Gojo in your life; One who spoiled, protected, and loved you like his life would end and become a waste if you left it. The love between the two of you was genuine and pure. You brought him out of a dark place mentally and he saved you from your humble beginnings. Without each other you’d both be lost and you guys knew that. Which is why everyday you showered each other in affection and love so neither of you would forget what this union meant to you.

“It’s the new one you bought a couple of days ago, do you like it?” Your fingernail lingered between your teeth as your eyes met his piercing gaze, his usual hue a shade darker as he drank you up in all your glory. You were so perfect just the way you were that you didn’t even need lingerie to catch his attention. How he hit the jackpot with you he has no idea, but he thanks himself everyday for every single choice that led to this moment.

“No.”

“No?” Soon you’re mirroring him, the same cheeky grin and head tilt occupying you too.

“I fucking love it.” He reiterates, motioning with his head for you to come to him.

You comply quickly as ever, gliding to his side in seconds giggles leaving your mouth in the process. You find yourself straddling his lap with both of his large calloused hands in the crevices that separated your hips from your thighs. You can feel his erection forming and pulsating against the thin fabric of his grey sweats. Which in turn pulsates against your bare clit the moment you’re settled on his lap. The small gasp that leaves your lips at the sensation leaves him almost in a drunken dazed, the effects you had on this man were far more powerful than any sorcery anybody could conjure up.

His love for you ran deep, but any lighthearted playful feeling that filled the room was now replaced with a thick yearning for lust. So close and passionate that you could quite literally feel the physical manifestation of your desire for each other in the form of an addicting body heat. Just as he was in a daze-like state over you, you were equally lusting after him. That’s what made this relationship so raw and lasting; everyday feels like the honeymoon stage when you’re both putting in the same effort.

“You drive me crazy you have no idea,” He muttered as he trailed his hands along your curves, his eyes following along closely watching the way your skin dimpled underneath his touch. He didn’t mind spending his family’s hard earned fortune on you if it meant he got moments like these, he’d go broke over you if he could just to show how devoted he was to you. 

“I think I have somewhat of an idea,” Your arms found solace around his neck which you then used as leverage to pull him closer to you. The motion caused the fur coat to fall beneath your shoulders exposing your breast to him in the most teasing peeks that brought him to a rock hard state. You made sure to tease him even further by pressing your chest as close as possible to him as you leaned in to steal a kiss, the cold metallic jewelry in your nipples touching his every other movement sending electricity through his chest.

His lips engulfed yours with a ferocity so high that he nearly had half of your chin in his mouth as well and you made sure to return that energy just as strong, swallowing his lips right back. You didn’t even realize you had begun to swirl your hips down on his erection until you felt the vibration of a deep guttural groan on Gojo’s end reverb against your lips.

God, you could stay like this for hours, days even, but there was nothing you wanted more in this moment then to have him deep inside of you. And there was nothing he wanted to do more in this moment then please the both of you.

“Gojo, I want you so bad, baby,” You were able to huff out once the two of you pulled back from each other. Both of your lips swollen and red, a true testament of your passion in this moment. 

“I’ll always give you everything you want from me, love,” His words came out in a murmur because the minute his lips detached from your lips they went straight to your neck, peppering your sensitive crevice with kisses. He teased your nipples with two quick kisses before he was lifting you and his hips up to pull his erect cock out of his sweats. Which now had a dark stained patch on the crotch area courtesy of you.

“Always so nice and wet for me, this pussy knows who it belongs to huh?” Before you could even elicit a response you were cut off by a moan. He wasted no time in dragging the swollen pink tip of his dick between your slit to collect your wetness as lubricant before slipping it inside of you with ease all the way to the base.

“My god!” You gasped out loudly, your walls immediately clenched around his cock but that didn’t stop your wetness from seeping out of you; creating a damp mixture with your cream at his base.

“This cock is all yours baby, don’t belong to nobody else but you,” He could barely get his words out in between grunts, just as turned on as you, if not more. His hands returned to your hips to lead the both of you to a rhythm as you rode him and lift you up just a little bit higher than you would naturally go so he could watch his cock slip in and out of you. Call him crazy but the sight was equivalent to fine art in his eyes, it was a marvelous sight that he adored to observe; how well the two of you fit each other. He was certain, just as sure as you were, that he’d never be able to be this connected and feel this much pleasure from anyone else during sex. Every single feeling he had for you uniquely belonged to you. He would never allow anyone else to have access to him the same way you do. This was a once in a lifetime connection and neither of you wanted it to end anytime soon.

“I love you so much.” He growls out through clenched teeth. That knot in his stomach was tightening and he could tell you were close to the edge too from how much stronger your walls began to clench around him.

This had to have been the type of pleasure Frank Ocean was talking about in Pink Matter, he thought.

“I-I love you- FUCK ! I love you more, Gojo.” You can barely get your breathless words out through pure bliss and pleasure. The only reason your eyes were still open was because you enjoyed watching your partner’s face twist and contort with each bounce you made. His clean and pale face now pink with lust and his signature white hair stuck against his forehead with sweat.

His hand travels to the back of your neck to connect you two for one last nasty kiss as you both creep up on your orgasms. This time tongue was involved and the kisses were bigger and sloppier than before, the two of you intoxicated with a dangerous mix of love and lust. Just the kissing alone would be enough to bring you to your orgasm quickly, but of course cocky Gojo had to collect some of the mixture of you guys’ saliva from the corner of his mouth and use it to rub your clit in circles.

“Cmon my pretty girl,” He mumbled against your lips, “Cum for me. Cum all over my cock for me, please. I need your slick covering me, please.” He practically begged.

And that was all it took for that overstimulating wave to crash over your body. A mixture of a moan and groan ripped from your lips and echoed throughout the room. Which led Gojo to join you in your high seconds later, your moans, knowing that he was producing, them doing the trick.

Immediately you fall off of him by his side and he’s quick to pull you into his side, grip tight as ever like he was scared he was going to lose you. You nuzzled into his side, neither of you caring to clean up just yet. Part of the reason being because you wanted to enjoy each others company and the other reason being because you were both very much still out of breath.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” You recited in an almost sing song voice as you peppered his chest with kisses.

God bless anyone who’ll try to take him from you.

[chumpovodir]

i don't have it in me at the moment to make a long, detailed rant about this but r/castlevania's insistence that games!Isaac is a lesser character for being a "self-harm obsessed, shallow BDSM playboy that only serves as an inciting incident" compared to N!Isaac?

first of all, i think y'all are letting anime stereotypes from the early 2000s massively color your opinion and it's really obvious you didn't bother looking at his character any deeper than that. edit: i'm putting this under a cut because it was actually, in hindsight, a pretty long post lmao

"BDSM playboy"? my man was sitting in the ruins of his home for 3 goddamn years letting the clothes rot off his back, in no condition to care about his appearance and with precious little materials to forge something new. you could also argue that his skimpy look is a mark of his arrogance (already well-established by his fight with Hector previously, and feeling so cocksure he sends his Devil away and even arms Hector with a sword, confident he could easily take him in a fair fight), going into battle barely clothed as a show of faith in his own skill after playing Hector like a fiddle. or even as a radical show of his devotion, the Devil Forgemasters crest embedded in his skin for the world to see; the fact that the physical marks of his position may fade away, but it goes so much deeper than that - it's seared into his very flesh, and will only die when he and his corporeal form finally leave this earth. also, it just speaks to a really shallow understanding of BDSM in general to associate "skimpy strappy outfit = kinky"

"self-harm obsessed"? first of all, where is ANYONE getting this notion from the game itself?? (considering there's a very low chance these people even know about the mangas) there is literally no scene in-game where he self-harms - further proof people are grafting a grab bag of stereotyped character traits onto him when the canon doesn't support it. if this is about his tattoos, i consider this a bit of a reach, but then i don't regularly associate tattoos with masochism.

there is of course this one, singular panel from Prelude to Revenge where we see him slitting his wrists:

but the context here makes it clear: 1) he's doing this as a morbid way to mark the passage of time and 2) most likely in response to the sheer contrast between him and Hector's respective situations - how would you feel seeing the guy who was at least partially responsible for your predicament living a happy life, while you're forced to live in the abandoned ruins of your home, constantly surrounded by all that you've lost? this is an act being shown when he's at his very lowest.

and this is the only instance we actually see - there is no other official material that implies this is something he does on the regular, although it's a popular headcanon considering the general fandom consensus that he most likely had a very rough start to life.

shitting on him for being "merely an inciting incident"? i don't even know what to say to this - do you understand how characters and stories work...? the narrative lives and dies on the push and pull of characters taking actions and other characters responding!

but it sure is curious (read: hypocritical) that this is a negative in these people's eyes when you point out the similarities between Lisa's and Rosaly's deaths.

sure, there is a bigger story about the cruelty of humanity as a whole that Lisa was executed, unprompted while Rosaly's execution was deliberately manipulated by Isaac - but that also adds to Isaac's character, the fact that both he and his younger sister were persecuted for being bonafide magic practitioners, and the sheer hypocrisy of and underhandedness of knowing that pain firsthand, and choosing to inflict it on an innocent woman anyway. it really shows how much his morals, if he ever had any, has truly eroded to the point he only cares about causing maximum damage.

i don't even want to waste my words on the ways N!Isaac is a worse character, comparatively, if you actually take into account the themes of the Devil Forgemasters' respective stories as presented in the games. but it does chap my asshole that, from this angle, both N!Isaac and N!Hector end up for the worse since now their stories are completely decoupled and it ruins the symbolism and duality that their game counterparts had.

[bronx-bomber87]

Happy weekend Fandom :) Per usual we have a few high content eps then the next is a little lower. Still a good ep to be had though. Seeing a softer side to Tim for Angela. What a good friendship they have. And the continued reasons to dislike Lucy’s parents so much. I go off on her mom so be prepared. They spend this episode apart which always makes me sad. But it’s a great episode regardless. Let’s get this started.

3x10 Man Of Honor

We start off the ep with some flashbacks to the academy. At first I thought my clip was shaky, then I realized its Nolan's shoddy camera skills not mine LOL This is the one moment I wanted to highlight out of the academy shots. Lucy’s reason for becoming a cop. It’s prominent for later in this episode. Especially with her bloody mom….Her feeling adrift since college and not knowing where she belonged. That when she stepped into the LAPD It finally clicked.

Saying she didn’t feel the time she spent before this was a wasted effort. Which is amazing most people regret the wasted time. To me I agree with her. It’s that time before you find your thing that eventually leads you to it. That need to want to protect others from harm as part of her reason. Fantastic and very Lucy. I do love her finding her place as a cop. It’s why she fights tooth and nail at everything she does with this job. What Tim saw in her from day one. That fire and drive to succeed. Love our girl.

The scene in roll call is hilarious. Jackson’s dad told him when he got P2 he got bottle of whiskey. That he was called up to the front and given this. They are both operating under this assumption when Grey mentions them. It’s too damn funny. I love their friendship so much. It truly one of the best parts of this episode. Jackson gets tongue tied so Lucy steps in for them both. Telling Grey it's their first day as P2's all exicited.

He asks them if they want flowers? Cupcakes? It's why Grey asks Lucy what the reward is for making P2 above. They’re insanely embarrassed by the time Grey is done with them. They get to ride together which is the highlight after all that. It’s so weird to have roll call without Tim there though. I feel his absence but I guess even T.O.’s get days off. Boo.

We catch Jackson and Lucy in their shop. Jackson keeps getting ‘Congratulations’ texts from his family. You can see the slight jealously on Lucy’s face. I totally get it. For the most part I relate to Tim. When it comes to poopy unsupportive parents I'm right there with Lucy. She and I are alike where I too have tried on a lot of hats. Just trying to find myself as well. My parents being judgy unsupportive jerks the entire way.

Lucy has finally found what her calling is and just wants her parents to be proud of her. Makes me wanna cry just writing that out. Because even when you don’t have good relationship, there is still a part of you craves that approval. When really is should be the other way around. They should be vying to be in your life.

Jackson invites her to his family tradition dinner. So sweet he really takes care of her so much. Lucy declines because her parents are supposed to come over for dinner. She thinks they’re finally coming around to her being a cop. Jackson is so excited for her and says that’s great. I love this scene. They’re so excited to be riding together it’s adorable. Getting to use ac and listen to music haha It's precious.

We cut to Tim on his day off. Yelling at Kojo to move when he’s given up on their walk LOL It's the way Tim whines at Kojo that makes me laugh so hard. Kojo refusing to get up even though they are close to the house. That dog clearly runs that relationship and it makes me giddy to no end. I adore any scene we get with Tim and his dog. Ovary explosion for me. I’m a huge animal lover. To have a dog and Tim in a scene? Phew lord. Gimme. Tim gets a text from Angela saying she needs him ASAP. He finally gets Kojo to move by asking him if he wants a steak? Lmao Spoiled Fur-baby.

Tim gets to the address and it’s a wedding dress shop. He enters hesitantly wondering what is going on... He asks the employee where she is? They tell him she is currently in the changing suite. She’s gone through half their tissue supply. Aww poor thing. Tim sighs and makes his way to her. Once inside asks what’s wrong? Is she going into labor? Lmao No love. Nothing like that. He is straight with her when she asks if she looks fat. I love how he tells her like it is while also being sweet about it. The Tim Bradford special. Telling her who cares what her stupid friend thinks. If she's not ashamed of her baby bump then screw everyone else.

Angela is still upset she can’t hide her belly in her dress. Then we get to see protective/supportive Tim come out. Mmm one of my fav flavors. Asking her ’Who said you have to hide your belly?’ Angela tells him her bridesmaids did. The dress she’s in was supposed to camouflage it the best and its not doing that.

I adore him building her up when she’s down. Look at him taking the skills he learned from Lucy. Using them in this scenario. I love it sfm. Tells her to show off her baby belly. To be proud not ashamed. To wear what she feels confident in. Ugh my heart Timothy. He’s doing exactly what she needed. This is why she texted him. To be that emotional support friend. Her face says it all in that gif above.

What I love about this scene we get to see another side of him. Not just work Tim. A supportive and thoughtful friend. If Lucy could see him right now she would be dying haha He asks her what her dream dress is? Angela tells him what she wants. He says he’ll go get the dress lady and they’ll start there.

I love this man so much. It’s insane. She looks so at ease and taken care by the end of their scene. What a good bestie does. Can only hope we can have scenes like this when Tim marries Lucy. Angela helping him out but giving him crap in a loving way baha Good man right here. Already loved him before this but this only adds to it. Like a sundae that was already delicious and adding on more yummy toppings. Only makes it even better.

Angela is trying on more dresses. Tim asking her if she’s doing ok? I’m loving this soft version of Tim. If he’s this sweet and supportive with Angela. Can only imagine how he would be with Lucy and their plans when they get there. Angela says hard to get dress on over her bowling ball. Naww Tim’s face when she finally comes out is so cute. Once again all I can think of is his face when he sees Lucy in hers someday. I'm sorry I can’t help it LOL My brain is wired to go there now with them together.

Tells her ‘Whoa.’ building up her confidence even more. It’s so sweet. Angela agrees it’s perfect and thanks Tim for doing this with her. He does the sweetest smirk and lets her know ‘Of course’. A crash interrupts their little moment. Two ladies are fighting over a dress. Tim and Angela come out to see the fight. The dress lady says she’s called the police. Not to worry. Tim starts to film it in case they need it for evidence.

Then his future wife and her bestie show up on the scene. Tim couldn’t be more delighted to watch her and Jackson handle this. Lucy is distracted the minute they enter the scene. Tim Is in a dress shop for one and two with Angela. Her reaction couldn’t be more pure and adorable. Asking if he’s there to help her pick out a dress? Just the thought of it is making her so happy and proud of him. The immediate joy on her face.

The thought of him doing this makes Lucy so damn giddy. Jackson doesn’t have time for her work flirt and goes after the suspects LOL Tim’s reply is classic Tim. God forbid she get to see another soft side of him. Which is exactly why she’s so giddy BTW. Tim replying to her question 'All he’s doing right now is watching her not do her job.' Ha God Tim you could’ve at least said hello. She gets nervous and side steps before helping Jackson. It's adorable. She's totally lost her place in her excitement and is clearly distracted by it.

The more the situation escalates the more Tim and Angela enjoy themselves. Angela commenting ‘They grow up so fast don’t they?’ One of them tries to take off with the dress. Tim helps Lucy out cause he can’t help himself. Sticks out his leg tripping the suspect. He could not be enjoying himself more if he tried. Just being a proud hubby filming her arrest and making comments along the way hehe Lucy's face while he does this. She is not amused at all. I’m cracking up. God I love these two idiots so much. Act more married please. You are fooling no one.

Her dinner will her parents Or really parent has arrived. Lucy being a wonderful daughter her mother doesn’t deserve. She's made lotus root soup which is her favorite for their evening Trying to curry favor with her before their dinner even begins. I get it. Her mom shows up solo…. Congratulates Jackson before he leaves. She is nicer and more of a supportive parent to Jackson than her own daughter… ugh been there…Lucy asks her where her father is?

Her mom says off handedly like it’s no big deal he’s at his book club. Like this dinner meant nothing to him. Her face kills me. Trying to just shake off the hurt. Melissa crushes this scene btw. My heart breaks for her over and over. Lucy continues to brush it off and say they can have a girls night to celebrate then. Her mom drops the hammer very early. Doesn’t even try to pretend to be happy about her graduating to P2. Says she isn't there to celebrate.

Saying how they need to talk about this whole police thing. Like it’s just been some random hobby the last year or so for her. Even gives a sarcastic 'Brava.' Like she didn’t almost friggin die from this 'hobby' last year. Telling her to do something meaningful with her life. To get a real profession. The emotional abuse happening in this scene hurts to watch. It gets under my skin as the hits keep coming. Basically saying what she’s doing doesn’t mean anything. Once again Melissa is wonderful in this scene. Watching how it slowly escalates and her body language through out. Trying to take what her mother is telling her and not let it affect her. It works for a little bit but not long...

States she wants Lucy to do something she’s proud of. One of the rudest things to tear your child down with. To only think of yourself and how their decisions make YOU look. Pisses me off so much. Just because my parents are the same damn way. To only think of themselves and not of their child. Such a narcissistic way to view Lucy and what she’s done with her life. How her career embarrasses them and they'd prefer her to just leave the last year or so behind. Just because it doesn't puff them up around their friends.

My parent's are obsessed with status as well. If I'm not using my degree (which I only got for them BTW) for a job it's not something to be proud of. Even though the job I currently have gives me independence to live on my own with no roommates (which is not cheap these days), pay all my own bills, and take care of me and my dogs with no help. But since it's not what they consider a profession to be proud of they aren't proud of me. So I relate painfully so to Lucy in this scene. Also the school thing such a boomer answer. My parent's are the same way.

To think school is the only answer to everything. That obsession with status and only wanting your kids to do their approved career choices. What makes them look good and smell good in front their social circle. Instead of thinking hey my kid is happy, they’re providing for themselves, they love what they do. They’re independent. No they only think how it negatively impacts them. I'm so mad for Lucy because I’ve lived this. The heartbreaking way she asks ‘Can’t you just support me?' Thinking why is this such a big ask?

This is why the support she gets from Tim is EVERYTHING to her. Why she lives and breathes for it. When you’re torn down your entire life it’s hard to have self esteem. Hard to believe you’ll ever be good at something. Even if you are you don't truly believe you are until someone tells you repeatedly. Emotional abuse growing up leaves lasting scars. You can see where it all stems from for Lucy in this one scene with her mother.

Her mom goes on to tell her to find a career that really helps people. Like a doctor. Uh she has. You just don’t like it. Says she doesn't mean to be blunt, but really she does. If her mom would take her head out of her ass for two seconds. She would see Lucy already has all the things she’s harping on her to achieve. I want to hug Lucy so much while her mom berates her. Giving me flashbacks to my own mother. The pot shots leave wounds that are hard to heal.

The way she says ‘They'll always love her but’ and there’s the emotional manipulation. Basically saying our love has a price tag and that tag is the job of OUR choice. Not the one that makes you happy but the one that is socially acceptable for them. The way she cringes and moves away from her mother's touch. Knowing it’s manipulative. Hurts my soul to watch. Last thing she wants right now is fake affection.

I do need to commend her for having the backbone to tell her mom to give her space. I've never had the guts to stand up to my mom. I just avoid her like the plague these days. Rarely interact with her. Easy when she lives on the other side of the country. All the way in Alaska and can stay there. So huge props to Lucy for being overwhelmed and setting a boundary in this moment.

That if she’s done expressing what a disappointment she is that she can just leave. Her mom doesn’t fight her in the least really. She does a little stomp trying to exude some power over her. It doesn't work. Then Lucy yells at her to go and she finally takes off. Phew. Hard scene to watch. The shot that pans out of Lucy is a great one but a heartbreaking one. Makes me so emotional to watch this scene. This scene resonates with me so much in the worst way. I wanna hug her so badly in that last gif. Wishing Jackson was there to do it for me.

The cuteness continues for Tim and Angela while they taste test cakes. This is a much needed contrast to Lucy's SL atm. Angela sighs and says this is stupid. That no matter what she picks Patrice will overrule her. Tim is sitting there all arms crossed. Has become one of my fav poses for him. Yum Tum. Says all authoritatively ‘Don’t let her.’

What I’m loving about theses scenes is we’re getting background on Tim. Which I always love getting. Why am I not surprised his dad got drunk and ruined his wedding? That his whole family seems like one giant disaster zone? (Other than Genny) I love him taking his past experience to help guide Angela with her wedding. Such growth. Saying a million things like what his wedding had you can’t control. But this she can. So to pick what she really wants.

Angela says she wants a Tres Leches cake, but Patrice will think it's too ethnic. SMH ..Tim goes into protect mode once again. I love it sfm. Letting her know ‘Screw Patrice. If she has a problem with Tres leches or anything else for that matter she can answer to him.’ Side note anytime Eric says any Spanish word I wanna climb him like a tree. He says it with the right inflection and it’s sexy af. You know he learned all that from his wife and I love it. Feral Caitlin will cool down now but hot damn. Protective Tim and a slight accent with a Spanish word? Lord help me. Also in the black hoodie? He’s trying to kill me.

Angela replies really? Tim nods his head and says 'Hell yeah.' Then proposes to him with a cookie to be her man of honor baha I love this episode for them. He tells man of honor isn’t a thing...She says yes it is. Lets him know he’s only person who’s made her feel sane. That she needs him to get through this wedding. He caves and says fine hehe Angela tells him his first duty is to fire her current made of honor Gretchen LMAO His reply ‘What?! ‘ I’m rolling. I love this man so much.

We catch Lucy and Jackson at the station next day getting their war bags loaded. Lucy saying he got in late must’ve had a good time. He shows her the necklace they gave him. St. Michael. Patron saint of cops. Lucy looks jealous and asks if his parents will adopt her? Jackson immediately sensing something is wrong. He asks if she had trouble with her folks? Picking up on Tim’s habit of being a lying liar who lies. She isn’t truthful with him and he can see right through it. The concern written all over his face.

Angela invites Gretchen to the station to be fired by Tim. It’s too funny. Tim asks why she can’t fire her? She says she’s working a case and has to go. Tim calls her a coward when he see’s Gretchen arrive lol. Another fun piece of history for Tim. He was at Angela’s nieces quinceanera. It’s how he introduces himself to Gretchen seeing as they met there before. Love them being close enough friends for him to attend that.

Gretchen is legit eyeing him the entire scene. Her eyes checking him out up and down. Can’t blame her look at the man. He is a sight to behold. Low key hits on him asking him if wants to make a little extra cash as the stripper? LMAO Too bad Lucy isn’t around to see this interaction. He always gets so flustered when someone does. I swear he doesn’t know the gorgeous creature he is when they do this.

Tim tells her she’s been fired from MOH. His cute little look when he says Angela picked him to be her man of honor. He’s happy to do it for her but doesn’t want anyone to hear it....lol You think she’s gonna be mad. Nope just relieved. Telling Tim it’s been a nightmare. Pulls out this massive book of ‘Patrice’s picks’ and the anti-anxiety meds that come with it. My god. Also the phone just for wedding needs. Tim’s face is hilarious he looks so very overwhelmed.

Lucy and Jackson get to end their day on a high note. They were able to link up with Nolan/Harper on their OP. Rescued a little girl and got her safely back to her mom. This scene is so validating for Lucy. Reminding her despite what her parents think this is her calling. That this is the right path for her and she’s helping people like she wanted to. May not be the way her parents approve but she is. Grey telling them that little girl wouldn't be here without their hard work. They're being put up for an award too from Grey as well. That is the icing on the cake for her in this scene. She needed this after that horrible fight with her mother.

We find Tim and Angela on the rooftop walking toward something. She asks him what he’s doing? He tells her ‘Being your man of honor.’ They walk up to a trashcan that has the 'Patrice picks' book in it. He tells her he has one job. Give her the wedding she wants. He douses it all in the lighter fluid. Hands her the lighter and asks if she cares to do the honors? Then Angela praises him and calls him amazing.

He could not be cuter when she says this to him. Being Tim he deflects it with sarcasm saying ‘All the time.’ Ha! It’s much different than the smile we get out of him in 5x13 when Lucy calls him amazing. But it is different when the love of your life calls you that vs your bestie. Still I love this for him. The Patrice phone rings and Angela tosses it in the fire. Tim has them step back cause the battery in it is gonna explode LOL Such a damn cute episode for Tim I can not stand it.

Best part of the episode for Lucy is this next scene. I love Jackson so very much for his loyal and loving friendship. Also for how he handles this whole thing. Knowing something is off with her. He called her mom and was told what her mom said. Tells Lucy he told her mom if she didn’t apologize to her she wasn’t going to set foot in their apartment again. Such a good friend. That’s a true blue bestie right there.

Then he follows it up with something even sweeter. Handing her a jewelry case saying this was from the West family. To remind her there are people out there who are proud of her. Proud of what she’s accomplished. I’m melting this is so damn sweet. I might get a cavity. He helps her put it on. Then tells her he’s taking her to dinner. For baseball steaks. She asks if they can do sushi instead? LOL Jackson easily concedes and says ‘Deal.’ He'll do whatever she wants.

Jackson takes care of Lucy so well. Filling that role until Tim is ready to step in and take his place. He would’ve been SO SO happy for her and Tim. To see Lucy be taken care of and treated like a Queen. Which she so very much deserves. To see her properly loved and happy. Makes me emotional thinking he’ll never get to see how happy Tim has made her.

Such a good episode even though Chenford were apart their SL’s separately were so good. What makes them so great. Can have amazing SL’s even when apart. Although I prefer them together heh.

Side notes-Non chenford

Getting to see Capt Anderson in their graduation flash back. My heart. I miss her.

The flashbacks to them at school were every cute. Lucy kicking ass in their combat classes. Of course she did. Nolan even commenting 'Think twice before taking on recruit Chen’ Obviously.

Nolan had a SL but I didn’t care about it until it involved Jackson and Lucy 😂

Thank you as always to those to like, comment, reblog and support these reviews. They’ve helped me a lot getting through this extended hiatus. I hope they’ve been helping you all as well. Shall see you in 3x11 :)

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

the "han ying shows up and kills himself out of love" storyline has started and i have thoughts

or: me ping-ponging the entire situation around in my head and examining it from every angle

(putting it under the cut, its gotten long!!! i have Feelings about this aa!!)

everytime han ying and zhou zishu chat i wonder if things could be easier if zhou zishu were a bit more candid about what he means. i mean he very clearly and undeniably tells han ying oftentimes that his life is precious and he should not waste it on zhou zishu. so clearly han ying underestimating what he means to zhou zishu, what value he has at all as a person, is not because zhou zishu didnt do his utmost to communicate it to him.

but im pretty certain that f.e. if zhou zishu would explain why han ying's hunt for the glazed armour specifically is such a stupid thing to do, han ying would probably understand him better and maybe do something else, something that doesnt cost his own life. then again, zhou zishu rejecting the glazed armour is a big part of him not wanting to live, as he doesnt actually know yet, at the time they last see each other, why betting on the mysterious ying-yang book is a bad idea; he only learns that later from long que and doesnt see han ying anymore until he shows up covered in blood. there is simply no way to tell han ying about what a bad idea it is until its too late.

but there is another reason why zhou zishu is rejecting the armoury's mysterious treasures, and that has to do with his worldliness and his experience with such things. nothing is ever as good as it sounds. in word of honor, such magical artifacts and secret techniques won''t solve the true problem, and zhou zishu knows that. he is (understandably) wary, which is later then confirmed to be a good idea. he could have told han ying that a bit more clearly, and as han ying's former superior and the one who taught him everything, han ying might have taken him seriously.

i do wonder if han ying is already aware of what a bad idea it actually is. han ying has served powerful man all his life and was carefully groomed to die in their service, so his worldliness and experience is a bit hazy. its difficult to say what his own thoughts are regarding the matter, we dont see enough of him to know that. its hard to say whether he would have betted everything he has on the glazed armour just to save zhou zishu, if the person in question were anyone else. he seems to lose his brains whenever zhou zishu is involved lmao. in his scenes we see han ying always in a role of service, never his own person, so its hard to say. judging by his attitude, he is either fully convinced the glazed armour truly is the key of all keys (heh!) or he is truly that desperate.

whatever it is, han ying can tell that zhou zishu doesnt want to live. between all the uncertainties, that is the single sure thing. he can tell that zhou zishu would have said no, no matter what. zhou zishu's relationship with wanting to live and choosing to die is very complicated, he hasn't truly figured out himself yet what he wants for most of the show. han ying meets him only in these uneasy moments, so he naturally only knows zhou zishu in a perpetuate state of depression and uncertainty. a zhou zishu who denies his own worth and value to other people, people like han ying.

maybe han ying wanting to save zhou zishu has a big part to do with han ying trying to prove to zhou zishu how important zhou zishu is to him. he's saying, "look! i would do everything for you not to die, can't you see how much i treasure you? can't you tell how worthy and loved you are?" this is especially impactful because han ying only knows zhou zishu in his worst moments. he has never seen zhou zishu the sect leader or zhou zishu the filial eldest disciple. he only knows zhou zishu from tian chuang, leader of assassins and spymaster. and he still loves and adores him.

and yes, a big part of that is likely filial piety. but it is also zhou zishu himself. and maybe zhou only sees the former, and has a difficult time acknowledging and believing the latter. and maybe thats why han ying is so desperate and would do anything to show him.

so maybe it wouldnt have changed anything after all, if zhou zishu had been a bit more candid, considering that zhou zishu's desire to die is so big it would have blotted out everything else, be it pragmatism or reason. and han ying seems to desperately want to save zhou zishu at all costs, even from himself. han ying still might have chosen the path he walks and that leads him to his death, and zhou zishu might have still ended up with one wen kexing intending to save han ying at the expense of himself, and one dead han ying.

but what always sticks out to me is that zhou zishu can not fully open himself to han ying; he is still entangled in that role of being han ying's superior whom han ying is very filial to, whom he adores. he is trying to lead his own life, but han ying (and the way zhou zishu has left tian chuang behind) make it very hard for him.

im pretty sure this could be solved if zhou zishu were more candid and would treat han ying like just any other person, someone he can meet on eye level. but that might be hard for him, because han ying's adoration is so heavy, zhou zishu, who always believes he is not worthy of such faith anymore, is so uncomfortable with it he would rather han ying fucks off. he also wants han ying to lead his own life, and he views han ying adoring zhou zishu still as han ying binding his own fate to a sinking ship. to zhou zishu, han ying's continued loyalty must be like another sign of zhou zishu's faliure; he cant even save han ying from this.

this is especially notable when you contrast zhou zishu's relationship with han ying with how zhou zishu is with wen kexing. these two are equals, and for better or worse, wen kexing has been witness to zhou zishu's journey. he knows everything there is. zhou zishu doesnt have to be candid, wen kexing understands and sees him. but they still talk openly, they show each other their worst, and then they make up about it. they go through it.

zhou zishu doesnt allow han ying to go through it with him, he mistakenly believes he is holding han ying back. he thinks, the more he sends him away, and the less he allows this loyalty and connection to grow, the better it is for han ying. so han ying runs after him, and zhou zishu keeps all the important words hidden. and maybe those important words wouldnt have changed things at all, or might have made it even worse. its truly hard to say.

honestly, han ying dying feels a lot like it couldnt have been avoided no matter what. i like to imagine that things get easier when you communicate better and allow others to through it with you, but in this case, han ying's and zhou zishu's roles seem to make it impossible for them to ever reach the kind of honesty zhou zishu cultivates with wen kexing. there is just too much zhou zishu hasnt fully confronted yet, too much pain and too much guilt. and han ying is never truly arround, for them to really see each other where they are.

[chim-chim1310]

Wait wait wait I have seen you under Jikookers posts here ?? Until like last month. You were even under Mrs monaghan posts who's an insane delulu shipper. Then I saw you politely expressing your saltiness when seven posters came out. You were saying you can't pretend like being happy even if jikook are together or whatever. And wow now you are full blown anti solo ?? 🤣🤣🤣 as expected garbage reached the bin lmao.

Please say to your minions that you were a jikook until last month, cooing over JK, believing queer theories and what not. Suddenly all members are bad, JK is evil, Jimin is fucking woman and you are always right.

Pathetic but expected from seeing your salty comments under Jikook posts since last month.

Ohhh🤣🤣 I was wondering how come delusional jikookers didn't come to blog spewing shit yet and here you are.

Welcome.

Well darling.... Have you even read my blog? Before talking shit out of your gutter mouth first go and read my previous posts.

I've very loudly said in many of my posts that I used to be a jikooker shipper. I used to believe in jikook but I don't believe in them anymore because I can't fathom how jungkook is okay with everything that he got without working hard while his alleged boyfriend got sabotaged by the same people who are uplifting jungkook.

Come on man, first at least read my blog and then talk shit. But you obviously wouldn't take the time out to read the blog because you're here just to hate.

The people who follow my blog know that I used to believe in jikook and I used to very much like jungkook but I don't like jungkook anymore because of the direction he took and because he's acting very arrogant these days.

And because I'm a jimin stan first and I can't take any kind of unfairness towards jimin. He's my ult.

Are you a jikooker? You must be a jikooker.

Well sweetheart I kindly suggest you to first read my blog. But reading my blog will probably hurt your precious jikook heart cause you can't digest that there are some logical people who actually saw the bullshit going on and is finally out of the shipping shit.

It's not my problem that you people can't get out of your delusions. All your brain cells are used thinking about jm and jk having sex. No matter what happens in the real world you guys don't care.

No matter how much jm is sabotaged, no matter how jungkook got this much push because of SB, no matter how much jk is enjoying the privilege after those people sabotaged jm, no matter whatever happens you guys wouldn't care until and unless you're getting a jikook moment.

Im my blog I've clearly explained that I used to ship jikook, even believe that they are a real couple, but then I started noticing the unfairness in treatment and how jk doesn't seem bothered by it at all, and I started wondering what kind of bf jk is if he's okay with jm being sabotaged and treated like shit while the same people are treating him like prince. And jk seems to be very well enjoying the special treatment. Look how arrogant he is these days, cause he knows he has company and SB backing him up.

So I stopped shipping jikook because I couldn't understand how jk is ok with it if they're actually dating. I've stopped liking jk all together. Are you that naive to think that our emotions and feelings about someone can't change?

I can't believe I wasted so much of my time explaining this to someone like you.

Is it hard for you to imagine that for some people shipping is not their whole life and it can be a phase for them. It sucks that you're so deep in your delusions but is it really that hard to believe that someone can get over a ship?

Now go fuck off and keep being delusional since that's what you jikookers do the best these days.

Delusional bitches.

[valeffelees]

For the fanfic writer ask game! ^_^

🎁 🌻 💌

ugh, thank you so much, you're such a top-shelf mutual. 😭💞 my girl went to work a little bit ago and i am so bored without her around, life is a void.

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

oh for sure, i'd love to!

i haven't worked on a D:BH fanfic in a couple months 'cause i've been in simon snow purgatory, it is all vampires and wizards and dragon boys in my brain these days, but i do (!!!) plan on finishing my convin Titanic AU, so i'll share a snippet of that (that i hope i haven't already shared with you before lmao), plus, since i mention unrequited love diseases in one of my other answers here, i'm also gonna add a snippet from one of my back-burner simon snow drafts.

both are below the cut (i lied about the cut, Tumblr won't let me add one) (i tried like four times, this app is so rude) at the end! 😄

🌻 How often do you read your own fics?

oh, very often. the thing about me and my fanfics is that, while i don't post things much at all, i am always writing. i have sooo many first drafts lying around that'll probably never be seen by anyone but myself, some of them are even written longhand in physical journals.

for a long time, i've written with myself as my only intended audience. and i mean, most of the time i'm still my only audience, i have a very nervous personality and sharing things makes my brain itch a bit. (but y'kno, i am working on that.) (i've been doing six sentence sundays and wip wednesdays with the simon snow fandom the last two weeks and that's been a delight.) (a terrifying delight, but still a delight.) so yeah, i actually sit around and like… read my own fanfics for fun all the time, over and over again. i'm extremely fond of my own stories.

💌 Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

unrequited love diseases.

and i don't just mean hanahaki disease, although i do love writing hanahaki fanfics, i'm also really fond of star tears disease and forgotten love syndrome (and anything else in that general sphere).

i'm not working on it actively at the moment because i'm focused on a different story right now, but i actually have a draft in my gdocu for a simon snow fanfic about a fatal unrequited love disease i created myself called marigold's heart syndrome. i dunno what it is about love diseases that makes my silly brain light up like a string of fairy lights, but i find them so overwhelmingly tragic.

(if anyone else feels like hanging out, questions are here!)

— CONVIN

Connor doesn’t let himself wonder if his own mother ever looked at him that way. If she ever smiled at him warmly, touched his cheeks like he was precious and irreplaceable, combed the curls back from his forehead while he slept. Things he should remember, but doesn’t. He focuses instead on the slender line of the woman’s brow, the owlish shape of her eyes, the slope of her mouth as she smiles, and drags his charcoal across the page. Trying to capture it. A wet thumb rubs at his chin. Connor cringes away without looking up from his work. “Silas.” “You got that black shit on your face,” Silas says. He leans forward to peer curiously at Connor’s sketchpad. The shadow of his dark curls, identical to Connor’s own in every way but the direction he parts them, falls across the top half of the page. “Dunno why you waste your time with that, Connie. S’not like you make any money from it.” “It’s called a hobby. Some people actually have those. You should...” Connor looks up, “... should... try it.”  His fingers hold weakly to his charcoal. His pulse beats strongly up his throat. All at once, the world becomes soft and muted around him. Distant. Like he’s been plunged underwater. Near the edge of the veranda, drenched by the strawberry sunlight, a man leans over the rails. Weight on his elbows, his forearms extended out and relaxed above the drop down to the lower deck. A cigarette hangs from between his teeth with a thin ribbon of white smoke twirling from the tip. He looks sad, Connor thinks. Lonely, and terribly beautiful. Light-eyed, olive-skinned. Long and lean and frayed at the edges like a sheet of weathered parchment paper. His waistcoat is unbuttoned and hanging open around his hips, while the rest of the first class maunders behind him like an expensive quatrefoil fog. “Connor!” Connor blinks, and the world comes tumbling back into focus. He looks down at his sketchpad, at the single dark, distracted line marring the outline of what should’ve been the little brown-haired girl, then back up at his brother. “What?” Silas cocks an eyebrow at him, knowing and unimpressed. “Don’t even think about it.” “I won’t. I mean, I wasn’t.” Connor sets his charcoal aside, turning to unfurl his pencil case. A soft, battered green cloth one with seven leather loops stitched along the inside, each of them sized to hold a different one of his tools. He pries his old, sticky eraser out of it. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” he mutters, then sets to work trying to salvage his sketch.

— SIMON SNOW

September ends. October passes. November begins. A few things happen in between: One, Simon meets Natasha Grimm-Pitch. Or, well—he meets her ghost. And she’s terrifying. Even in death, she is a woman who commands attention and, for all her immovable melancholy, she holds with her an air of intense regency. He could feel her magic in the room with them, and it was white-hot and ancient. Like something from the very core of the Earth. Two, Baz comes back, and Simon promptly forgets why he’d ever given half a shit about the toff prat being gone in the first place. They’ve worked out something of a truce with each other, (it would’ve been nice if Natasha Grimm-Pitch’s visit had only been a courtesy call, but of course things can never be that simple, so now Simon has gone and roped himself into solving her apparent murder,) but suppose that truce must not extend to Baz cutting back on being a right shit about everything because his mood is fouler than ever and, for once, Simon really doesn’t have the energy to deal with their whole bloody song and dance thing they do. Because he’s still sick. Because three, somewhere in the middle of scouring the Catacombs and razing the Wavering Wood and his sworn enemy’s dead mother appearing in his bedroom, Simon started coughing up flower petals. Baz likes to tell Simon he’s an idiot. And sometimes Simon believes him, but most of the time he doesn’t—because he’s not an idiot. (Also because Baz is a fucking twit.) He knows what the petals mean. He’s seen flower spitting disease before.

[saviolum-sanguineus]

you’re wasting your last chance to tell him that you love him . for esme and enoch? the scene where she visits him to tell him about the pregnancy is wrecking me lmao

ugh i was fighting for my life to get this done and posted before the new episode dropped, finished it halfway through the live airing, and i'm absolutely dyinggg 😭 anyway this is supposed to take place when Esme goes to talk to Enoch after she and Joel have that lil heart-to-heart with the knitting and the feeding Zeke and the talk about dead relatives xx

He's in his study - technically it's one of many, this one maintained for Enoch by Nicholas, given that they're on Remington grounds at the moment, but that's a triviality of the sort Esme has taught herself to wave away when it comes to Enoch - when she finds him. She peeks in through the doorway, smiling affectionately when she sees that he's alone. "Hello."

Enoch looks up from the papers spread over the desk, slight irritation at being interrupted melting into a vaguely confused, curious smile when he realises who's doing the interrupting. "Esme," he says, "did you want to see Zeke? He's with your brother right now, actually - Aurora took him to see Sam."

Even the mention of Matteo and Rory doesn't deter Esme. She's high on hope, bolstered by some violet-scented warmth and a nap she'll later mournfully recall as one of the best she's ever had. Esme walks in, chooses not to notice that Enoch sweeps his papers into a leather folio when she approaches, and leans against the desk. "No," she says casually, reaching out to take Enoch's hand and run her thumb over the knuckles. "I just wanted to see you. I know you've been busy - I thought I'd close the distance."

He still looks stymied, but lets her take his hand. Esme's smile brightens. She should send Joel something after this. Not flowers - too easily misconstrued. Maybe some nice yarn.

"Your hands always feel so nice," Esme murmurs, and somehow she means it. Enoch's hands are calloused, the skin sometimes more burr than buff, but he's only ever touched her like something precious. Like she deserved the name he calls her by.

Except for that one humiliating night at her apartment after the Seraphine Gala.

As if summoned by the memory, Andrey saunters in, looking bored. "Oh, hello, Esme!" he says brightly as he rounds the desk to sling himself over Enoch and kiss him a little deeper than strictly polite.

Esme feels a smile flicker over her face - not that it does her much good - as she releases Enoch's hand and slides herself upright from where she'd been perched on the desk. Her patience is too thin for this now; already Esme can feel something snapping in her jaw.

"Call on me soon," she says quietly as she leaves, unable to fight the rising feeling that she's wasted her last chance to tell Enoch that she loves him.

[yanderememes]

I like to think that eventually Darling succumbs to Stockholm syndrome and comes to care for Giorno. Perhaps even love him as much as he loves her (which will cause them to get into those cute little couple arguments about who loves who more) once enough time passes. Their relationship gets to the point Giorno trusts her enough to let her go out into public, with either him or a plethora of body guards that rival secret service, of course.

I just love the concept of Giorno and Darling going out to eat at a ridiculously fancy restaurant on a date night and closing it off by slow dancing under the stars, Darling tucked underneath Giorno’s chin while being held delicately in his embrace. Her floor length, backless dress with a slit running up her left leg only to stop below her thigh swaying with the movements as Giorno’s cologne and heartbeat fill her senses. He’s finally in heaven after waiting for so long, while Darling is realizing that Giorno is heaven to her.

He unfortunately has to leave afterwards to go on a business trip pertaining to his position as don. He deems it too dangerous so Darling has to stay home. Giorno is excited to come back and be in his beloved’s presence once more, only to discover that she is gone, her disappearance seemingly just happening as none of the staff were aware she vanished either. He is EXTREMELY hurt. Darling has attempted escape multiple times before in the past, but things were going so well lately he foolishly thought she was done betraying his love and trust. I honestly think him getting a taste of his ideal life with Darling only for her to rip it away by trying to escape again will break him.

But Darling didn’t escape. She was kidnapped, which is brought to Giorno’s attention when one of his employees finds a note. Turns out one of the staff members or guards was a double agent with a grudge against Giorno for some reason or another, and decided to get close and steal away his only weakness in retaliation. I truly think he’d go insane lmao. Have a rage induced breakdown and destroy a room full of expensive furniture.

It’s not a matter of “if”, Giorno WILL get Darling back. But the question is, what if he gets her back bloody and bruised?

OMG THANKS FOR THIS SMALL FIC ANON 😭😭 THIS HELPED SATISFY MY GIORNO NEED FOR THE DAY

First off, to answer your question, if darling was brought back bruised and bloody. The first thing giorno would do is heal his darling using GER. Not a moments second was wasted to put you back into full health. Your well being is always his top priority. But while he's healing you and creating new organs, you can't help but notice how giorno is trembling. It's been a while since you been together and while giorno is a private person, one thing you noticed is how he never cries but trembles instead. He looks like he's falling apart, seeing his precious cara all bruised and beaten up by some scum.

When you look into his eyes, his eyes seem so hurt like he wants to cry but nothing will come out. Giorno will definitely hold you close whether you like it or not, just to help him calm down. He missed you dearly and your absence clearly took a toll on both his mental and physical well being. Giorno always looks so well kept and put together but for once, you see bags under his eyes and his hair disheveled. He looks skinner too like he hasn't eaten in ages.

It's no question that he already killed and tortured the culprits. Giorno himself saw to it that they met their demise.

*side note* but this reminds me of Dr strange multiverse of madness. Like imagine the kidnapper is a stand user who can transverse through multiple universes and that's how they kept darling away from giorno.

If darling didn't succumb to Stockholm syndrome by now, they sure will after this little road trip across universes. Because darling will see how giorno in other universes still love darling. How deep his love truly goes and how in the grand calculus of the multiverse, he will always love darling. 😭🤧❤️

LIKE Y'ALL, IMAGINE GIORNO SAYING THIS TO DARLING AFTER REUNITING AND THEIR JOURNEY OF TRAVELLING ACROSS HUNDREDS OF UNIVERSES

Help. I keep making these fake scenarios with yan giorno that's making me fall for him even harder 😭🙃

[the-wild-wolves-around-you]

hear those bells ring: chapter 7 (a bakugo x reader fic)

Summary: We learn why Bakugo's been avoiding Reader... and then the two go on a date that's not a date if you ask Bakugo.

(I also jokingly told my best friend that this chapter was unofficially titled "Going on Dates and Giving Kirishima Heart Attacks: GTA Edition lmao)

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader; Katsuki Bakugo x You

Rating: M(ature)

Warnings: Adult language. Small CW/TW: Reader does get briefly catcalled (but Bakugo obviously comes to her defense... expeditiously lol)

A/N: Had a lot of fun with this chapter! Hope you enjoy <3

Also question - Do y’all still want the tumblr links to the previous chaps down below? 

~*~*~ No spoilers or anything. This is just a self-indulgent AU fic with aged up characters. Everyone’s in their mid-20s. Fic title is from a song called “Achilles Come Down.”

Ao3 Link: Here

Ch 1 Tumblr Link: Here

Ch 2 Tumblr Link: Here

Ch 3 Tumblr Link: Here

Ch 4 Tumblr Link: Here

Ch 5 Tumblr Link: Here

Ch 6 Tumblr Link: Here

Bakugo felt like he’d been run over by a semi-truck, tossed into a pool of agonizing, burning, red-hot lava, and then dunked into the Arctic sea all within the span of an hour. 

That fucking villain. Setting up bombs in the subway for after his inevitable capture. The goddamn coward. Bakugo would have been able to save everyone stuck in the rubble, if Kirishima hadn’t seen the blinking red light amongst the wreckage and stopped him, wasting precious time. The blond had been sure he could get in and out before the bomb went off, but his partner had grabbed his arm, dug his foot in, and refused to budge while he tried to call for a bomb squad. They’d argued, but then Bakugo had suddenly heard a rapid beeping, and he’d barely had enough time to grab the redhead and fly them both down the tunnel, at the last moment using his quirk to throw Kirishima further ahead of him. But he’d still been too close when the bomb detonated, which instantly blew out his eardrums and lodged the fucking rebar in his arm. 

Bakugo was no stranger to pain, but every time the metal rod moved a fucking inch, it was like lightning was shooting through every nerve in his arm. Coupled with suddenly not being able to hear again unless people were shouting, he was pissed the fuck off. 

But then you’d come stumbling into his room, into his life yet again, even though he had done his best to ignore you this week. 

And now, here you were. Collapsed in his lap on the toilet. 

Your breath was ragged in his ear as you sat folded against his chest, tremors running along your body. He had instinctively wrapped his hands around your waist to keep you from falling backward and cracking your head on the bathroom floor, but now he didn’t know if he should move them or not, and he unfortunately no longer had the pain in his arm to distract him. 

In fact, he felt little to no pain at all. His back was sore from where the debris struck him when the bomb went off, and he could still feel some cuts stinging in various places, but he’d felt worse after training sessions at UA. The bone deep exhaustion that had been weighing him down since he’d crawled out of the collapsed tunnel had also abated by several degrees, and newfound energy flowed through his veins. 

Your energy. 

Goddamn it. 

He flicked his eyes down to look at you but couldn’t see much besides the top of your head. Your breathing had evened out somewhat, and so had your shaking, but your face felt cold and clammy where it was resting against his bare shoulder. 

“Hey,” he grunted, jostling you gently, and the toilet groaned beneath him, not meant for the weight of both of you. “Hey, Stitches. You still alive?” 

“Still… alive.” Your breath tickled across his clavicle, and goosebumps erupted across his chest. Then he felt the tickle of your eyelashes fluttering against his shoulder, and you suddenly went stiff. “O-Oh. U-Um, sorry, I didn’t— let me just…” 

You tried to reel back and stand up at the same time, but Bakugo felt your knees tremble along the outside of his, and this time he caught you around the hips before you tipped backwards off his lap. 

“Just hold on a fuckin’ second,” he grumbled, turning his head to the side so your hair didn’t tickle his nose. “At least catch your goddamn breath before you go splitting your skull open. There’s enough damn blood in here.” 

“Sorry,” you mumbled as you sat tense atop his thighs, like you were trying to keep some of your weight off him. 

“I told you to stop apologizing.” He scowled at the tiled wall and abruptly shifted his hands when he realized one of his fingers was touching your bare hip through the holes in your pants. 

“… sorry.” It was no more than a whisper, and he felt more than heard you start to take deep breaths. In through your nose, out through your mouth. The pattern was so rhythmic and soothing, the blond felt himself start to relax, until the next words fell out of your mouth. “Just give me a minute, and then I’ll leave you alone, Bakugo.” 

The added “-sama” hit him like a slap, and he winced as he suddenly remembered something you’d previously said. 

Then I’ll leave you alone, and you can go back to hating me. 

Fuck, had he been that transparent? He’d managed to just avoid you altogether for the most part, sticking to the main floor of the agency while he was at work and then going straight home afterwards. The only time he’d run into you was at the elevator yesterday, and he knew he had been a little rude, but his mind had suddenly gone blank when he met your eyes because he just knew you were going to ask questions he didn’t want to answer. He’d hoped he just came off as busy, but now he realized he’d just been a “dick,” like you previously called him out about. 

“Alright… I think I’m okay,” you suddenly said and drew him out of his thoughts, and he blinked to find you slowly rising out of his lap, using the sink counter to balance yourself. “I’ll, um, just go and let Kirishima know you’re al—” 

“I don’t hate you.” 

Bakugo didn’t know who was more surprised by his words, you or him. 

You blinked at him as you froze, half crouched over his lap. “What?” 

The blond mentally cursed himself, but he wasn’t a coward, and he always meant what he said. 

“I said, I don’t hate you,” he repeated. “Earlier, you—” 

“I remember.” You were the one to cut him off his time, but you didn’t sound angry. A small crease in your brow belayed your confusion, and you cocked your head at him as you fully rose to a standing position and took a step back. 

“Yeah, well, I told you to not be putting words in my mouth,” he grunted, looking away from your calculating expression. But he didn’t like you staring down at him, so he quickly pushed himself to his feet. The tile floor was a fucking mess under his boots, slick in some spots and tacky in others, but at least he wasn’t still adding to the puddles of crimson. 

He turned to the sink and flipped the cold water on, scrubbing at his hands and sides to get the majority of dust and blood off and give him something to do. You were silent behind him, so silent he thought you’d left to go find Shitty Hair, but he had said his piece, corrected your assumption, so it wasn’t like he cared— 

“Why have you been avoiding me?” 

He froze with the sink still running at full blast, and then he glanced over his shoulder to see you still standing in the doorway. Your face, although splattered with flecks of dust and blood, was carefully neutral. It seemed you’d been working on your poker face. 

For a brief second, he considered lying, but no, Katsuki Bakugo didn’t lie, didn’t run away like a coward. 

“Because I didn’t want to see you,” he said truthfully. 

A minute flinch rippled across your features, but you quickly tried to cover it up. 

“Was there… a particular reason?” you asked after a long moment. “Was it something I said on Monday? In the laundry room?” 

Bakugo pressed his lips into a thin line and turned off the sink. He wasn’t going to lie, but he also didn’t want to explain himself. Even he knew he sounded stupid. 

You fidgeted in the silence, waiting for his response, and when none came, you started to ramble. 

“So, it was something I said. I— for the life of me, I didn’t mean to offend you in any way. I’ve been trying to remember anything I could have— but truly, it was never my intention to offend you. Maybe I misused a word? I’ve been speaking Japanese since I was little, and I studied it in college, but regional dialects can sometimes be tricky, and I’m still adjusting—” 

“Fucking shit, take a breath, Stitches,” Bakugo muttered, and you snapped your mouth shut with an audible click before inhaling sharply through your nose. But your face was still begging, pleading, with him to explain, and the blond suddenly couldn’t look at you, so he turned back to the sink and stared down into the bowl. “I— You didn’t offend me. I’m not so weak that stupid words are going to hurt me.” 

“Then… why didn’t you want to see me? The whole reason you brought me to the agency was to use my quirk.” 

“I brought you to the agency because I had to,” he said, still without looking at you. “The law requires that we pay for the damages and accommodate you until they’re fixed, so that’s what we’re doing. But I’ve decided I don’t need your quirk anymore. So you’re free to fuck around for the next few weeks until your building’s fixed, and then you’ll be on your merry goddamn way.” 

“You… don’t need my quirk anymore.” Your tone was bewildered, and he could just picture your expression behind his back. 

“No,” he ground out and tightened his fingers around the edges of the sink. “So, like I said before, get the fu—” 

“Why?” 

The question drew him up short, derailed the anger he was trying to build up. He darted a look at you over his shoulder, but you didn’t even give him time to think of a response before you were barreling on. 

“Why?” you repeated with a furrowed brow. “What changed? Did you find another healer?” 

“What?” Bakugo scoffed. “No. I’m not about to go blabbing my weaknesses to everyone and their goddamn mother.” 

“So… you didn’t find a healer, or a doctor, and I’m assuming you didn’t request some type of assisted gear like hearing aids,” you said, and when Bakugo just scowled, you pressed your lips together. “Then I don’t understand why you don’t want me to use my quirk on you anymore. I—” 

“Because I’m not a fuckin’ monster,” the blond snapped and whirled around to face you completely. “Alright? I’m not going to make torturing you a goddamn habit every time I get off patrol.” 

Your eyes widened as your lips parted in surprise, but then your expression grew very shrewd, studying him. 

“You’ve been avoiding me because you didn’t want to torture me? Is that what you’re saying?” You spoke very clearly, enunciating each word, and Bakugo did not appreciate being treated like a fucking child. 

“I’m the one who’s going deaf, Stitches, not you,” he sneered. “You heard what I fuckin’ said.” 

“Yes, I heard what you said.” You nodded calmly. “But I’m trying to figure out what you mean. The only torture you’ve put me through is trying to make me read your mind.” 

Bakugo scowled fiercely at you, tightening his hands into fists at his sides. You were going to make him say it, weren’t you? 

“You didn’t tell me how your goddamn quirk worked that night on the rooftop,” he spat, and you blinked in confusion at the non sequitur. 

“Well, we didn’t have a lot of time, and you didn’t ask,” you said as you cocked an eyebrow at him. “You just told me I was going to help you, and since I knew you could very much ruin my life by turning me into the proper authorities, I thought I didn’t have much choice in my response at the time.” 

Bakugo flinched, a tendril of guilt snaking through his chest, writhing and uncomfortable. 

“Well,” he muttered as the anger started to drain out of him, and he averted his gaze so he didn’t have to look at you. “If I’d known your quirk made you feel the same pain you’re trying to heal, I wouldn’t have said shit.” 

This was it. The reason he’d been avoiding you. 

After you had explained how your quirk worked, he thought it just seemed… wrong somehow to literally steal your energy and hurt you in the process. Bakugo was injured often— not terribly, usually, he’d just had a string of bad luck lately— but he knew that you wouldn’t settle for just fixing his ears if he was actively bleeding. Just look at what happened tonight. And even if he could convince you to just fix up his ears, he had no way of knowing if that would fuck you up down the line. You said yourself that you hadn’t used your quirk for much more than smaller scrapes and accidents, so what if there was some kind of delayed backlash that you suffered from after healing his ears—  which apparently were supposed to be so much more complicated according to shithead doctors— over and over? Recovery Girl always said healing came at a price… 

He just didn’t want your blood on his hands, metaphorically. Especially since you weren’t even a pro. You were a civilian, a seamstress for fuck’s sake. You literally didn’t sign up for this, so he wasn’t going to force you. 

An endless stretch of silence grew between the two of you, and Bakugo hoped you would just fucking leave already. 

“I’m still failing to see how you’ve tortured me,” you finally said, breaking the silence and dashing his hopes. “The way you ‘asked’ for my help wasn’t exactly nice, but it’s not like you put an actual gun to my head and made me use my quirk on you 24/7. Hell, I basically had to fight you to save your arm just now. You also already promised you wouldn’t get me deported or imprisoned, and you seem like a man of your word. So, I’m not seeing the problem here.” 

What… the fuck? Was there a screw loose in your brain? 

“You’re telling me you enjoyed feeling like your arm was dipped in magma just now?” Bakugo shot back. “You liked feeling every bone shard wiggle back into place, every shredded nerve restitched?” 

Because he certainly fucking didn’t. 

“Well, no.” You frowned. “I’m not an actual masochist, despite the jokes you make. But I know the fallbacks of my own quirk, and I made the decision to use it to help you. Just like I made the same decision to save your life the night you crashed into my apartment. I’m not very strong, or talented, but I… I like using my quirk, I like helping people, in spite of the temporary pain it causes, no matter how bad. And someone as talented and powerful as you probably doesn’t understand, but I thought I would never be able to use my quirk for anything meaningful, purposeful. For a long time, I thought this power was wasted on someone like me. So, when you, one of Japan’s best heroes, asked for my help, I thought…” 

Here, you trailed off and bit your lip, and Bakugo realized he was leaning forward, seemingly hanging on your every word. 

“You thought what?” he muttered. 

“I thought… I was finally going to be useful,” you sighed as you wrapped your arms around yourself, glancing away from him. “And maybe that’s selfish. You were looking for someone to help you, and I was looking to feel better about myself. But I thought my actions would at least level out to a net good, if I could actually help you retain your hearing. Still, regardless of my selfish intentions, I did want to help you, Bakugo. I… still do. Not because you forced me, not because you have some leverage over me, but because you have a problem, and I have the ability to fix it in some capacity. So, you really don’t have to worry about ‘torturing’ me. It’s my decision when and how I want to use my quirk, and I want to use it to help you. If… you’ll still let me.” 

Your eyes darted back to his, hesitant and hopeful, and Bakugo floundered. 

He hadn’t expected this, you fighting back now that he was trying to release you. And he hadn’t considered your perspective. You’d been right. As someone with a powerful quirk and, more importantly, the skill to wield it, he had never even considered what it would be like to not use his power regularly. To not be allowed to use his power. Even though you had tried to laugh it off, he’d heard the regret in your voice when you mentioned failing the hero course entrance exam, and he didn’t know why becoming a doctor hadn’t worked out, but he could tell you regretted that, too. 

But you’d apparently been trying to overcome your shortcomings, taking on patients in the back of your shop, breaking the law to do the right thing, despite the pain and fatigue it must cause you. 

You were a lot braver and stronger than he, or yourself, gave you credit for. 

And now he kind of looked like an idiot. 

“Tch.” Bakugo clicked his tongue as his face warmed up, and he turned and marched over to the top half of his soiled hero suit, still balled up and bloody in the corner of the bathroom. “Whatever, you’re obviously too stubborn to listen to common sense, and like you said, I can’t tell you what to do with your own damn quirk, so do whatever the hell you want.” 

“So… you’ll still let me be your healer while I’m here? And you’ll stop avoiding me like the plague?” 

“Yes, fine, fuck,” he muttered, his cheeks still hot, but when he straightened up and turned back to face you, a mile-wide grin was stretched across your mouth. 

“Good,” you said, still smiling. “I’m glad.” 

Your words and warm smile made him feel funny, and his reflexive urge was to snap at you, make you leave, but he was suddenly too tired to be angry. And maybe a small part of him— a very, very small part of him— thought that you didn’t deserve his anger after everything you’d done. 

But anger, or at least annoyance, was how he addressed everyone, so he didn’t exactly know what to say to you. 

“Masochist,” was what he finally settled on, but his tone was softer, less barbed, and your smile only grew. 

“Stitches the Masochist,” you mused, tapping a finger against your chin. “That actually sounds like a pretty cool villain name.” 

“The day you become a villain is the day I eat Shitty Hair’s boots,” Bakugo said as he dropped the top of his torn and bloodied hero suit. It was ruined, he’d have to get a new one, so he just left it there and stepped across the massacre that was the bathroom floor on his way to the door. 

“Why Kirishima’s boots?” You frowned, backing up into the adjacent room to let him out. 

“Have you fuckin’ smelled those things?” he scoffed. “They’d raise the goddamn dead. But that’s how sure I am that you and your bleeding heart won’t ever become a villain.” 

You opened your mouth, looking like you were going to argue, but then you deflated with a sigh. 

“Yeah, I can’t even come up with a good comeback,” you muttered. “I’ll probably think of it tomorrow.” 

Your petulant tone and pouting face actually startled a snort of laughter out of him, and you snapped your head up with wide eyes. Bakugo quickly composed himself and cast his gaze around the room for a distraction, settling on the tray of food on the desk. 

“What’s this?” he grunted, striding forward. He thought he remembered you mentioning food earlier. 

“Hmm? Oh, that,” you said when he came to a stop in front of the desk. “That’s just some miso soup and crispy rice squares. I was making myself a snack before, uh, Kirishima stopped by and told me what happened, so I thought you might want some food.” 

He’d been an ass to you all week, and your first thought had been to bring him food? 

Bakugo stared down at the bowl of soup for a long moment before he picked it up and brought it to his mouth. 

“W-Wait!” You stumbled forward, reaching out for him. “It’s probably cold by now, I can—” 

“Too late,” the blond said as he finished draining the bowl, licking his lips before he dropped it onto the tray and picked up the rice squares. 

He noticed an orange drizzle of chili oil on them, and could taste that you’d added some to the miso, and he wondered if you had remembered him saying he liked spicy food. 

Then he quickly shook the idiotic thoughts away and shoved the rice into his mouth. 

They were cold, just like the soup had been, but the rice was pleasantly crunchy and spicy in turns, and when they were gone, he wished there were more. He’d have to make himself some the next time he cooked. 

Your cooking wasn’t half bad, though. Not that he would say anything like that to your face. 

“Wow, you must have been hungry,” he heard you murmur, and he looked over to find you frowning at him. “Are you still hungry? There isn’t more miso right now, and I used the last of the leftover rice, but there are still some things left in the fridge down the hall. I could—” 

“Nah,” he cut you off, marching over to the wardrobe in the corner. “I’m gonna go out and grab something to eat.” 

Unfortunately, the wardrobe was empty except for some extra towels, so Bakugo grabbed two, spun on heel, and made his way to the door. 

“Go… out?” you echoed, anxiously following in his wake. “I don’t think—” 

“Take your shoes off,” he interrupted as he yanked open the door and tossed the two towels over the threshold. 

“What?” You paused and blinked at him. 

“Your slippers,” he grunted, jerking his chin at your feet. “They’re soaked in blood, and you’re just squishing out puddles with every step. So, take off your socks and slippers, and wipe your feet on the towel before going into the hallway.” 

To demonstrate, he dragged the soles of his combat boots over one of the white towels, leaving crimson smears in his wake. He didn’t particularly give a shit, but he knew Kirishima would be on his ass for making more of a mess than necessary, and he didn’t want to deal with a lecture about trailing blood down the hall. 

“Okay…” you said before doing as you were instructed, and a few moments later, you tentatively held your dripping socks and slippers away from your body and looked back at him. “Alright, what do I do with them?” 

“Just toss ‘em in the fuckin’ corner, I dunno,” he huffed before he deemed his boots clean enough and stomped into the hallway. “One of the interns is gonna have to come by and clean up anyways.” 

He stalked off down the hall, away from the elevators, past your door, and to one of the other empty rooms on this floor. The sidekicks and interns were always leaving their shit behind, extra clothes, phone chargers, some of them even brought special pillows and blankets from home. Bakugo usually didn’t give a shit what the extras did, but he hoped they would be of use to him right now. 

His pants were still dusty and splattered with blood, but the fabric was pitch black, so it hid most of the mess well. Unfortunately, the top of his uniform had been torn to shit, so he needed a new shirt. He kept his own extra clothes downstairs in the locker room, but he would have to walk through the main lobby to get there, and Shitty Hair would definitely spot him. Then the blond would have to listen to his partner bitch and moan about how worried he’d been. Not to mention, if he went down there shirtless, he wouldn’t be able to explain how he was suddenly healed now, not without throwing you under the bus, and Bakugo was just really not in the fucking mood for any of that crap right now. He was hungry and looking to burn off this amped up energy flowing through his veins, so he needed to grab a shirt, and his keys, and sneak out of the building without being caught. 

Thankfully, there were clothes in the wardrobe of this room, so he blindly grabbed what felt like a t-shirt before he closed the closet back up. 

“Bakugo!” you suddenly hissed from the hall, and he turned to find you leaning against the doorjamb as you panted for breath. There were also bags under your eyes that he didn’t think had been there before you healed them, and your brow gleamed with sweat in the low light of the hallway. 

“You should head to bed, Stitches,” he grunted as he walked back out of the room, pulling the shirt on over his head. 

“No, I… is that your shirt?” You straightened up with a furrowed brow when he brushed past you. 

Bakugo immediately knew he looked ridiculous. He could feel how tight the shirt was across his chest and shoulders, and when he glanced down, he could see it was also too short, revealing a strip of his stomach between the bottom hem and the tops of his pants. 

“Obviously not,” he scoffed, his cheeks warming up again. “But I don’t have time to grab my own shit.” 

Then his eyes flicked over your body as an idea came to him, and he held out his hand. 

“Give me your sweatshirt.” 

You gaped at him, fisting a hand in the material at your chest as a flush crawled across your face. 

“W-What?” you stuttered. “No, t-this is mine.” 

“I’ll fuckin’ return it to you,” he shot back. “Washed and everything since it’s covered in blood. Or I’ll get you a damn new one, in the same size since you like to be cozy or whathefuckever. So, come on, hand it over.” 

“I… I can’t,” you said, dropping your gaze, and even in the dim light of the hall, he could see your cheeks were bright red. 

“Why the fuck not?” He scowled. 

You muttered something under your breath, and his scowl only deepened. 

“What? Speak up. I told you I hate muttering.” 

You let out a long sigh before you lifted your head, and voice, but you still refused to look at him. 

“I’m not wearing anything underneath it.” 

Bakugo blinked at you, once, twice, and then felt heat flood through his whole body. “What the hell, Stitches?” 

You were naked. Under his merch hoodie. His eyes flicked unbidden to the orange X across your chest, meant to look like part of his hero suit, but he immediately forced his gaze back up to your face. 

“I’ve been using it as pajamas,” you huffed, stomping your foot indignantly. “It gets cold up here! Besides, I don’t think you should be going anywhere right now anyway. You just—” 

“If I wanted to hear another lecture, I’d go find Shitty Hair,” he cut you off and rolled his eyes. “And I’m not asking your permission to leave. I’m going to get some food, one way or another. Now, are you going to go back in your room, change, give me the hoodie, and go to bed? Or are you going to change and come with me?” 

The anger drained from your face abruptly, like a plug being pulled, replaced by surprise. 

Bakugo was surprised himself. He didn’t know why he’d asked you to come. He had planned to just take the hoodie and order you to go to bed. But that had slipped out instead. 

You were still staring at him like he’d grown a second head, so he quickly tried to cover up. 

“I-I mean, you’re just gonna fuckin’ pace and worry in your room until you break, go find Kirishima, and rat on me, so at least if you come with me, you know I haven’t dropped dead. And… you need food anyway, too, right? After using your quirk. I’m just being goddamn practical.” 

You stared at him silently as he fumbled over himself, and Bakugo blamed the chaotic bullshit of this fucked up night for throwing him out of sorts. 

Just when he was going to completely retract his statement and storm off, you finally spoke up. 

“Alright,” you said slowly, eyes scanning over his face like you were trying to find something. “Give me a moment to change. But don’t go anywhere without me.” 

“You think I want to go down looking like this?” he growled and gestured to his ridiculously tight shirt. “Just hurry up.” 

Your gaze flicked down to his torso before darting away, and your cheeks were still pink as you turned and quickly hobbled on bare feet back to your room. 

When the door closed behind you, Bakugo exhaled sharply before he ran a hand through his hair, cringing at the grit and dirt he encountered. He needed a shower, but that could wait an hour. 

The blond spent the next two minutes and thirty seconds leaning against the wall opposite your room, and he was just considering banging on your door when it cracked open. 

“About time,” he muttered as he shoved himself away from the wall. 

“Sorry,” you said, your favorite word, but you closed the door behind you and held out a mass of black fabric. “Here.” 

He took the hoodie, and it was still warm from your body against his fingertips. He violently shoved the thought away as he yanked the sweatshirt on, and he also blatantly ignored the way it smelled like you. 

“Thanks,” he grunted and glanced back at you, and he noticed you’d swapped out your ratty pants for jeans, and the hoodie for a dark green pullover sweater. Your previously bare feet were now covered by sensible tennis shoes, and it looked like you had splashed your face and hair with water, too. 

“Did I miss any blood or anything?” you asked as your hand rose to your cheek. 

“You’re fine. Come on, let’s go.” He turned and strode down the hall to the elevators, smacking the button until he could hear the car approaching. It was a small thing, but just being able to hear that quiet whirring noise calmed him down a little, and his thoughts cleared as the elevator dinged. 

He crossed his fingers and hoped no one was on the other side of the doors, and when they pulled open, the empty car answered his prayers. You followed him into the elevator, and then Bakugo pressed the button for the bottom floor. 

“When the doors open, we need to run for the door.” The plan was already formulating in his mind as the elevator jerked into motion around him. “Shitty Hair will probably have everyone in the conference room, but in case there’s stragglers, duck down low and make a beeline for the entrance.” 

“Is all this really necessary?” you asked, your eyes anxiously tracking the descending floors. “You could just tell Kirishima where you’re going—” 

A sudden chime announced the car’s arrival on the ground floor, and Bakugo didn’t have time for your hesitations. 

“Nope, come on.” He made a grab for your wrist but ended up with your hand, but then the doors were sliding open, and he had to act. 

The blond crouched down and pulled you along with him. The front doors were to the left and a little behind the elevators, but they were directly across from his and Kirishima’s glass-walled offices, so that’s where his eyes jumped first. Thankfully, the offices, and the bull pen, were almost entirely empty. There were three interns or sidekicks— he didn’t know or care— sitting at one of the desks and reading over something, but they were all faced in the opposite direction. 

Now was his chance. 

He quickly but silently made his way along the edge of the bull pen, tugging you behind him. He made it to the reception desk in a matter of moments, and he dropped your hand as he yanked open a drawer and started rummaging inside. 

“What are you looking for?” you hissed, and in his peripherals, he could see you looking nervously at the desk of extras halfway across the room. 

“My keys,” he grunted, right before his fingers closed around the familiar fob. “Got it. Let’s—” 

“Hey, guys?” Kirishima’s voice suddenly rang out across the main floor. “Have you finished your reports? I just wanted to… hey…” 

Bakugo snapped upright to see his partner on the other side of the main floor, standing in front of the hallway that led to the conference room off to the right of his office. The towering redhead was squinting in the blond’s direction, and Bakugo saw the instant his friend realized what he was seeing. 

“Bakugo! What the hell are you doing?” Kirishima immediately started to jog forward, the extras whirling around in their seats, and Bakugo knew he was out of time. 

“That’s our cue, Stitches,” he grunted as he came out from behind the desk, grabbed your hand again, and lunged for the door. 

You gasped wordlessly as you stumbled after him, and now Kirishima was yelling both of your names as Bakugo came out onto the street and sprinted towards his car. Thankfully, it was only several spots down from the entrance, so he hit the key fob to unlock the doors, pushed you toward the passenger side, and then jumped clear over the roof. 

Fuck, either your quirk was super damn powerful, or he was running on pure adrenaline, because that felt too easy. 

“Get in!” he shouted as he wrenched open the driver’s door and threw himself into the seat. 

You were just falling in through your own door when he slammed the keys in the ignition and cranked the engine, and he glanced in the rearview just in time to see Kirishima shoving past the front doors and turning towards the blond’s car. 

“Hold on!” Bakugo threw the car in gear and stomped down on the gas pedal, and the tires squealed against the asphalt as they sought traction. 

“Wai— AH!” you yelped as you were slammed back in your seat, just barely getting the door closed before the car shot away from the curb like a bullet from the barrel of the gun. 

“Bakugoooooo!” Kirishima’s voice trailed off as Bakugo sped down the street, and the blond glanced in the rearview again to see his partner standing in the middle of the road while throwing his hands up in the air. 

He’d get an earful about this later, but that was a Future Bakugo problem. 

Thankfully, since it was past midnight, there weren’t many people out, so Bakugo was able to reach the end of the road, turn left, and delve deeper into downtown in under a minute. 

The car was silent save the growl of the engine and the sound of him shifting gears, and once he reached a red light, he glanced over at you in the passenger seat. 

You were wide-eyed, gripping both the handle on the door and the center console, and your breathing was shallow as you half-hovered over your seat. Then you seemed to sense his gaze on you, because you slowly turned and met his eyes, and the two of you stared at each other unblinkingly for a long moment. 

Bakugo expected you to start yelling or scolding him any second now, but what you did next shocked him. 

You laughed. 

It started off small at first, just some tremors in your abdomen, climbing up to the line of your shoulders. But then you started huffing air out of your nose as your lips twitched, and a moment later you were laughing— no, giggling— pressing one of your hands against your face to try and smother the noise but failing desperately. Your eyes glinted in the red light coming in through the windshield, and the unrestrained glee in them was totally disarming. 

One side of Bakugo’s mouth jerked up, then the other, and before he could stop himself, he was laughing along with you. Not hysterically or anything, but a deep chuckle that rumbled out of his chest and provided a bass to your high-pitched giggles. 

The two of you continued to laugh for a minute before you suddenly started shaking your head. 

“No, no,” you gasped for breath, trying to recompose yourself but unable to keep the smile off your mouth. “No, this isn’t funny. Kirishima is probably so confused and concerned!” 

“Oh, come on, Stitches, you can’t lie and say that wasn’t fun,” Bakugo snickered. “Besides, Shitty Hair saw me run out of there, so he at least knows I’m not dying. He’ll be fine for an hour.” 

You pressed your still trembling lips into a thin line. “Well… maybe it was kind of fun.” 

He smirked, triumphant, but then the light turned green, and he switched his attention to the road again. 

“Put on your seatbelt,” he said as he shifted gears and pulled forward. “I don’t need to be getting a ticket.” 

“You’re one to talk,” you laughed but did as he said. “You’re not even wearing yours.” 

“I’m a pro hero,” the blond scoffed. 

“So you won’t go flying through the windshield if we crash?” He could see your arched eyebrow and judging expression out the corner of his eye. “I’m sure a police officer will believe that.” 

“Maybe I should have left your ass at the agency,” Bakugo said without any real heat, but he held the steering wheel with one hand as he grabbed his seatbelt with the other and clicked it into place. 

Just so he wouldn’t have to listen to you bitch anymore, of course. 

You smiled in his peripherals but didn’t say anything, and silence descended over the car. But unlike the other silences Bakugo had experienced tonight, this one felt… comfortable, almost. Easy. He didn’t feel the need to fill it, and for once you didn’t either, your typical nervous babble replaced by a quiet smile as you gazed out the window at the lights of downtown. 

Bakugo ripped his gaze away from you and told himself to focus. He’d come out here for a reason. 

After thinking about the current time and what places would still be open right now, he made a right at the next street and continued straight for several blocks, Unlike the last time you were in the car, you kept your questions to yourself, only sitting up straight when he parked down the road from a bar he’d gone to a few times with Shitty Hair. The bar wasn’t all that special, too loud and crowded most nights for his taste. But a food vendor always set up shop on the corner just to tempt drunken patrons to spend more money on hot, oily food. 

“Can I, um, come with you?” you spoke up as he turned off the car. 

Bakugo turned to look at you in the passenger seat, and you flushed as you fiddled with the sleeves of your sweater. 

“I know we probably aren’t staying, but I just, uh, haven’t been to this part of town yet, and the shops and the bars on this road look cool, so I just wanted to see them a little closer,” you said, avoiding his gaze. “A-And besides, I’m supposed to be making sure you don’t drop dead, right?” 

The blond rolled his eyes. “That’s more like my job, given how many times you trip over your own damn feet. But whatever. You can come if you want. Just don’t go passing out on me and eating asphalt.” 

“Deal,” you said with a tentative smile, backlight by the yellow streetlights coming in through the window behind you. 

Bakugo grunted wordlessly before he started climbing out of the car, and by the time he came around the hood, you were standing on the curb with your hands clasped in front of you. 

“Wow, so you can get out of a car on your own without bloodshed,” he drawled sarcastically. 

“Shut up,” you muttered, and the tips of your ears went pink, sticking out the sides of your hair. “Where are we going, anyway?” 

“This way.” He turned and strode off down the block, feeling his shoulders tighten as he saw the small crowd milling around on the sidewalk between him and the food cart on the corner. The group of about thirty people was a mix of sober extras waiting to get into the bar, and already wasted extras who had stepped outside for some air or a smoke. They congregated in groups scattered across both sides of the sidewalk, and they were all talking and laughing loudly over the music spilling from the bar entrance. 

Bakugo tugged up the hood of his sweatshirt— your sweatshirt, he was reminded when he got another whiff of your scent— and put on his meanest scowl as he started to stomp his way through the crowd. 

“Move it,” he grunted as a drunken idiot stumbled backwards and into him. 

“Whaa— why don’t you move it, huh?” The staggering moron blinked up at him through bloodshot eyes, and Bakugo just rolled his own before he shoved the guy out of his way and continued forward. 

And he would have just keep going, if he didn’t hear the fucker’s next words. 

“Heyyyy, where’re you goin’, sweetheart? Lookin’ so fine in that green sweater. Wanna show me what’s underneath it?” 

“O-Oh, I’m just trying to get through here,” Bakugo heard you stutter. “If you could just—” 

“Awww, no, come on,” the man whined, and the blond turned to see the bastard trying to wrap an arm around your shoulders. “Why don’t you come inside, and I’ll buy you a drink? Then we can get to know each other! My name’s—” 

“She doesn’t give a fuck what your name is,” Bakugo snapped, and he suddenly found himself holding the bastard’s wrist in an ironclad grip. He hadn’t even felt himself move, let alone cross the several yards of sidewalk that had previously been between you and him. 

But at least this fucker hadn’t touched you… because he smelled disgusting, of course, that’s it. 

“What the fu— you again?” the drunk grunted as he tried to wrench his arm away, but Bakugo’s fingers were like steel. “Let me go, asshole. I’m just tryna buy the lady a drink. What are ya, her boyfriend?” 

“None of your goddamn business,” the blond sneered. “Go buy yourself a drink and fuck off.” 

“Come on, dude, if she’s not yours, she’s free game, and I call dibs.” The man tried to tug himself free again and leered in your direction. “Ain’t that right, baby?” 

Bakugo scowled and then slapped his free hand, palm first, against the dickhead’s face. 

“You have two seconds to get the fuck out of my face,” Bakugo growled as his palm started to glow orange, the residual heat making the brow beneath his fingers sweat. “Or I’m going to blow yours off.” 

The man’s eyes widened behind the web of the blond’s fingers, and he immediately started to panic, flailing, so Bakugo let him go. The idiot fell right back on his ass and gaped up at the blond before he scrambled onto his feet, and he scurried off into the bar like the pathetic rat he was. 

You were staring at him wide eyed, but so were some of the other people gathered on the sidewalk, so Bakugo ducked his head, grabbed your hand, and tugged you away from the crowd. 

The two of you were silent as he led the rest of the way down the block, and thankfully there were less and less people in his goddamn way. By the time he reached the food cart on the corner, there were only two people ahead of him in line, and they seemed to be getting their food quickly. 

“Um… Bakugo?” 

“What?” he grunted, a little more roughly than he intended, and he glanced down at you. 

“I-I, uh, just wanted to say thanks for… back there.” Your gaze met his for an instant before darting away. “And you can, um, let go of my hand now.” 

Bakugo’s eyes dropped to see his large hand cupped around yours, your dainty fingers dwarfed in comparison. 

He dropped your hand like it was on fire and immediately wiped his palm against his pants. His palm had still been sweaty from summoning up his quirk. He hoped you hadn’t felt it. Then he wondered why the fuck he cared at all. 

Thankfully, he was saved from the embarrassment of having to respond by the food vendor calling him forward. 

“Yeah, I’ll take four orders of takoyaki and two sweet potatoes,” Bakugo muttered. 

The vendor nodded and gave the price before he started plating up the orders. 

Bakugo reached into his pocket, frowned, and then started patting himself down. A moment later, a string of curses left his mouth. 

“What?” you asked, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

“I— fuck,” he growled and dragged a hand through his still gritty hair. “I forgot I was wearing my suit pants. My wallet’s in my goddamn locker back at the agency.” 

“Oh.” You blinked before you pulled you phone out. “That’s okay, I can get it.” 

“I don’t need you buying my shit for me.” He scowled, embarrassed, but you just rolled your eyes at him. 

“Technically, you’re still buying,” you said, flashing the credit card that you took out of the wallet attached to your phone. “It’s your card, so don’t get y-your panties in a bunch, Dynamight.” 

Bakugo narrowed his eyes, having recognized you were throwing his own words back at him, but he couldn’t help the way his lips twitched. 

“You almost had it there, Stitches,” he taunted. “After you build up a little more confidence, I can even teach ya some swear words.” 

You rolled your eyes again, but then the vendor was holding out a bag of food, so you traded him the bag for the card. After you had paid, you smiled and bowed to the vendor before stepping off to the side. 

“I’ll take that,” Bakugo grunted, plucking the bag from your hands. Then he paused and glanced at the crowded sidewalk further down the street, and after a moment of thinking about it but not really, he shifted the food into his right hand as he held his left out towards you. “Come on. It’ll be quicker if I don’t have to save your ass again.” 

You stared at him, then at his hand, but before Bakugo could huff with impatience, your palm slid against his, and he reflexively closed his long fingers over yours. 

“Fuck, you’re cold,” he hissed in an effort to not think about how soft your skin was against his scars and callouses. 

“Sor— um, I mean my fingers are always like that,” you said, but he caught how you didn’t apologize this time. 

“Need to get you some goddamn mittens,” he grumbled before he started marching forward, tugging you with him. 

The crowd on the sidewalk parted for him easily enough this time, flattening themselves along the walls of the buildings or stepping off the curb and into the street. Bakugo kept his head ducked under his hood, but a smirk pulled at his lips as he saw one extra trip over his feet while scrambling out of the way. 

Once the two of you reached the car, the blond unlocked it, opened your door, and placed the food in your lap once you’d sat down. Then he closed your door and glared off in the direction of the crowd one last time before he went around to the driver’s side. 

“Open that shit up,” Bakugo grunted as he got in the car, started it, and threw on his seatbelt. “I’m starving.” 

“Uh, what about your leather seats?” you asked, carefully setting the bag between your feet and then buckling your own seatbelt. 

“Just try not to spill shit,” he said and pulled away from the curb. 

“Alright… what do you want first?” You bent over and started rummaging through the bag. 

“Takoyaki. I got like four damn boxes, so just open one.” 

You did as he instructed, and the smell of warm, fried seafood filled the car. 

Both of your stomachs growled in near unison, and you chuckled as you picked up one of the skewers and held it out to him. 

“Great stomachs think alike,” you said, and Bakugo suppressed a smile at your corny joke, swiping the takoyaki from you. 

While the car coasted down an empty street, the blond tore into one of the four bread balls on the skewer. The batter was fluffy and still hot from the fryer, stuffed full of grilled octopus and green onion, and he ravenously tore through the whole rod in under a minute. 

He leaned over and tossed the empty skewer into the bag at your feet, and then glanced at you to ask for another one, but he drew up short when he noticed your cheeks were bulging out of your face like a chipmunks. Your eyes were closed as you chewed happily, sighing out of your nose, but then your eyes opened, and you jumped when you noticed his stare. 

“S-Sorry,” you mumbled around your mouthful, discarding your own empty skewer in the bag as you swallowed hurriedly. “I’m just… a little hungry.” 

“Why do you think I got four damn boxes?” he huffed as he turned his attention back to the road and held out a hand. “I don’t give a shit how many you eat, just give me some.” 

Another skewer was placed in his palm a moment later, and then the car was quiet save the sounds of chewing. 

“Hey, Bakugo?” you asked almost ten minutes later. The two of you had already gone through all the takoyaki, and you were currently nibbling on your foil-wrapped sweet potato. 

“What?” he grunted around his own potato, holding the steering wheel in his left hand while he ate with his right. 

“Where are we going?” 

“Dunno,” he said as he took another aimless turn. But he could feel you staring at him, could feel the follow up questions waiting to fall out of your mouth, so he beat you to it. “Sometimes, I just feel like driving. ‘Specially at night. Don’t know if you dumped too much energy into me or what, but I was feeling amped up, so I just wanted to drive and eat before I have to deal with Shitty Hair and after action reports and all that bullshit. That alright with you, Stitches?” 

His red eyes snapped over to you in the passenger seat, and you froze midbite around your potato. 

“Mmmhmm,” you hummed past your mouthful, bobbing your head, and Bakugo watched a strand of hair fall into your eyes. 

He was struck with the sudden and stupid urge to move it, but he just turned back to the road, pressing a little harder on the gas pedal since he was nearing the outskirts of town. 

Then he turned onto the highway that looped back around the edge of the city, and it was quiet for several more minutes. He finished his potato in that time, balled the foil up, and tossed it in the bag at your feet. You were still nibbling on yours, only half finished, and he could see a hint of your reflection as you stared out your window. 

“Oh, wow,” you murmured as the highway turned into a bridge. 

“What?” Bakugo asked, glancing over at you. 

“Nothing, it’s just the moon looks so pretty on the ocean,” you said, the phantom of your smile reflecting back at him in the glass. “I’ve lived here for almost a year and still haven’t gone to the beach.” 

“Seriously?” he snorted. “It’s like a ten minute drive from most parts of the city.” 

“I know,” you sighed as you reached out and traced the line of the horizon against the glass. “I was so excited about it when I moved here, too. The ocean wasn’t very close to where I grew up in America, so I was planning on going to the beach every weekend once I moved here. But, well, settling in took a while, and then I’ve just been so busy with the shop and my… afterhours work. I kept telling myself I would go next weekend, then the next, but it just hasn’t happened. Yet anyways. But I’ll make it there someday.” 

You covered up your wistful smile with a nervous laugh when you realized he was staring at you, and the car reached the other side of the bridge, the ocean falling out of sight. Then you stared down into your lap, fiddling with the foil around your potato, and Bakugo could see the side of your face was pink. 

The blond didn’t say anything, but after a moment, he flicked on the blinker and started to exit the highway. He could see you peeking at him out of the corner of your eye, but you didn’t say anything as he began winding down side roads again. 

Until he came around a corner five minutes later, and the sea suddenly spread out across the foreground, glinting white with the reflection of the moon. 

“Oh,” you gasped quietly, awe lighting up your features, but then you gasped again, more sharply this time, snapping your head to stare at him. “I-I didn’t mean you had to take me right now—” 

“Shut up.” Bakugo rolled his eyes as he continued driving forward, aiming for one of the currently empty parking lots that butted up against the shore. “I never have to do anything. But I need to stretch my legs anyway, so…” 

He trailed off, because the lie sounded flimsy, even to him. Well, it wasn’t a full lie. The food was starting to settle in his stomach and making him a little sleepy, so he did need to wake up a bit. 

But truthfully, you had stitched his arm back together even when he was snapping at you like a wild dog, so maybe he wanted to do something to make it up to you. 

He tried telling himself it was just because he was working on his image, trying to be a people-person like fucking Deku, like his PR manager had been begging him to be for years. But he also logically knew that, at this hour of the early morning, there was no one else around to see his so-called “good deed,” so who was he really doing this for? 

He purposefully avoided answering this question by whipping the car into a parking spot, killing the engine with a flick of his wrist. He didn’t look at you as he opened the door and slid out of the car, but he could hear your scrambling with your seatbelt and then stumbling out onto the sandy asphalt a moment later. 

Bakugo locked the car and then just started stomping forward, towards the water. The parking lot gave way to sand, and his boots sank deeply into the soft material. He scowled at the thought of having to now get sand out of his hero suit along with the blood and everything else, but he was distracted from his irritation by your stepping past him with this awe-struck look on your face. 

“It’s so… big,” you breathed, and he noticed you were holding your socks and sneakers in one hand, your toes curling into the pale sand. A snappy comment sat on the tip of his tongue— something about of course it was big, the definition of “ocean” was literally big fucking body of water— but your soft smile gave him pause, and he turned to stare at the lapping waves. 

“Well, do you just want to look at it, or what?” he asked, stuffing his hands in the pocket of his hoodie— your hoodie— and hunching against the brisk wind. 

“Definitely not.” You grinned and then started walking forward, picking your way over the small dunes. 

Bakugo stayed a few feet behind you, mostly making sure that you didn’t break an ankle, but you made it all the way to the waterline without falling on your face. He watched as you set your shoes just outside the reach of the lapping tide, and then you tentatively walked into the surf. 

“Oh, shit!” you gasped in English as the presumably icy water washed over your toes, and you danced back a few steps. Then you started laughing as the wind whipped your hair around you, and Bakugo just stared at how you were silhouetted against the sea and stars. The moon was almost if not completely full tonight, so the full strength of its light reflected off the waves, making it just bright enough that he could see your smile as you turned to face him. “Do you want to join me, Bakugo?” 

He noticed that you hadn’t added any honorific to his name that time. Then he cursed himself for noticing. 

“Hell no,” he scoffed on reflex to your question. “I know that shit’s cold.” 

“Yeah, but it feels nice,” you said, laughter still tinging your words. Then your smile took on a slightly mischievous tilt, and you kicked your leg up, water droplets glittering through the air before they fell to the sand. “Or are you too chicken?” 

He immediately scowled, narrowing his eyes at you. He knew you were baiting him, but he also couldn’t take that shit lying down. 

He wasn’t a bitch. He could handle some cold water. 

“Gonna eat your words, Stitches,” he said as he bent down and started yanking on the laces of his boots. He ripped them off a few moments later, followed by his socks, and a slight shiver raced up his spine just from the cold sand. 

But he quickly schooled his expression into a hard mask as he rolled up his pants, and then he marched forward, coming to a stop a few feet away from you just as the next wave hit. He bit the back of his tongue to keep from gasping at the cold, but you must have seen the minute flinch on his face, because you started laughing again. 

“Shut up,” he gritted out, digging his toes into the wet sand as he faced you. “I fuckin’ got in, didn’t I?” 

“You did,” you giggled, and your face was flushed from both the cold and your laughter. “But I can still see you shivering.” 

Bakugo stared at you, and then, while keeping his face perfectly blank, he raised his left arm toward the ocean, aimed his palm several yards away, and fired off a single shot of his quirk, making sure his output was as low as he could get it. 

The tiny explosion was muffled by the water so it was barely louder than the waves, but it was still large enough to cause icy droplets to explode up and rain down on the two of you. 

You yelped, trying to cover your head, but the damage was done. He hadn’t soaked you, merely a splash, but your hair stuck to your face, and water dripped off your chin as you gaped at him. 

Totally worth the icy water sliding down the nape of his own neck. 

“Who’s shivering?” Bakugo smirked, and before you could retaliate, he turned on heel and walked back out of the water. 

He returned to where the both of you had left your shoes, but he saw you were still standing in the surf, shaking your head. Then you turned to partially face the ocean, your profile standing out in stark relief against the waves, and he thought he saw you smiling before you turned your face fully away. 

You seemed to want to stand in the water a little longer, and Bakugo wasn’t in a rush to go back to the agency and get lectured, so he plopped down on the sand next to his boots. He was already fucking dirty anyway. What was a little more sand? 

He brought one of his knees up and balanced his arm atop it. His toes wiggled down into the sand, and even though it was still cold… it did kind of feel good. 

His eyes flicked back to you, watching as you walked in the shallows, and every time the tide went out, you bent down to examine the sand, seemingly interested in some kind of shells or sea life. 

Bakugo was surprised he felt… well, not shitty. The mission earlier had been shitty, loosing people had been shitty, getting metal punched through his arm had been extra shitty, but this… this was almost nice. 

And Bakugo didn’t think anything was nice. 

But you seemed to be getting over your awkward, shy stuttering, and you were even quipping back at him here at there. You seemed more… relaxed around him now, and Bakugo had to admit you didn’t have like, a terrible personality. You were way too nice and accommodating— he’d seen how much food you’d bought the damn extras back at the agency— but he had to admit your quirk was pretty strong, and you were obviously intelligent, knowing at least two languages and owning your own business. But even more than that, something about just your presence was calming, soothing even, like the sound of the surf lapping against the shore right now. He found he didn’t hate it, maybe even in fact-- 

Bakugo blinked as his mind ground to a halt, a record scratch ringing through his mind. What the fuck was he thinking? 

Unbidden, Kirishima’s voice suddenly rang through the blond’s thoughts. 

Well, doesn’t she look pretty? 

His red eyes returned to you without his permission, and he stared at you as you stood there, with the sea up to your knees, studying something in your cupped palms as the breeze swirled your hair around you. 

An answer came to mind immediately, and it was one he did not like. 

He didn’t do this, do feelings. His hero work kept him too busy, he didn’t have time for a “relationship.” If he needed to get laid, he could just so out to the bars and find someone for a night. Hell, Kirishima was dragging him out to Dunceface’s party tomorrow— or today, rather, since it was close to two in the morning now. But Bakugo could find someone there to help scratch that itch, and then he’d be fine, he’d be… 

You suddenly let out a startled peal of laughter, and he watched as you danced from side to side in the shallows, probably startled by some fish. 

He hadn’t noticed before, but your laughter sounded nice, too… 

“Fuck,” he cursed as he flopped back onto the sand, staring up at the stars. He was too tired for this shit. He needed some whiskey and to sleep for twenty-four hours, and then he could start thinking straight. 

Hell, for all he knew, this was a side effect of your quirk, since your power seemed to “connect” you somehow to your patients. 

Yeah. That was it. Just your quirk making him feel this way. 

Satisfied, the blond let his eyes drift closed, and he was just starting to doze off when he sensed you standing over him. 

“Bakugo?” 

“Hn?” he grunted without opening his eyes. 

You were silent for a long moment, but then he both heard and felt you sit down next to him. He peeked open an eye just in time to see you lie down a couple of feet to his right, but he closed it against when he saw you turn your head in his direction. 

“Are you awake?” you whispered. 

“No, I’m sleep talking,” he grumbled. “Course I’m fuckin’ awake. I’m just restin’ my eyes before we drive back to the agency. That alright with you, Stitches?” 

“Mmhmm,” you said, and he squinted open an eye again to see you staring up at the sky, expression soft and happy in the moonlight. 

Bakugo squeezed both his eyes tightly shut and told himself to stop noticing stupid shit. 

It was quiet for a minute save the sound of the waves and wind, but then you broke it again. 

“Thank you, Bakugo,” you murmured, sans honorific once again. “This was… really nice. Besides the whole you bleeding out thing, I had a good time tonight.” 

The blond felt his cheeks warm up at the genuine sincerity in your voice, but he refused to answer, lapsing into silence and hoping you’ll think he dozed off. He would just pretend to be asleep for a few minutes, and then he’d drive the two of you back. 

The waves and wind continued to mutter and whisper in the background, and Bakugo felt himself starting to relax into the sand. 

Just a few more minutes…

[our-gentle-tide]

Asra with a younger sibling!reader

Wearing:nothin but fluff and a tiny bit of angst

A/n:I picked asra since I haven't got anything started for the arcana yet, hope that's okay. Also thank you for wishing me luck with exams, it made me feel a bit better! I really need high grades for my finals so my dad can get me a cat. I've been beggin for one for years lol see how similar I am to satan from obey me lmao

Asra:

All I can say is: you lucky son of a bi–

Nah but for real, 10/10 best older sibling out there or that's just me being biased af

When ya'll where kids, ya'll would collect seashells together <3

Doesn't matter if you're adopted or blood related, he'd still give you the world if he could

When your parents disappeared he told you they just had to stay away from home longer to finish their work

It broke his heart when he had to lie about them when you'd ask about them or look for them near the area of your old home </3

Ofc, as you two got older you knew the truth of the situation and ya'll comfort each other

OkaYyy enough of that! Maybe

Now just because you are his beloved younger sibling, doesn't mean you're safe from his teasing-

He'd teach you magic, from silly and fun ones to ones that keep you safe and self defense

Muriel also see's you as his younger sibling, he very much enjoys your presence, even if he doesn't vocalise it. You already know

When the red plauge struck, the moment asra got word of it he rushed home and told you pack as much as you can

Now asra usually let's you do nearly anything you want and encourages you

But when you fought about wanting to stay, it was the first time he out right refused to give you a choice in the matter

After his anger along with his anxiety of precious time being wasted, hit the roof, he snapped, took his bag, Faust and left

He only lasted about 2-3 weeks and even then he was practically miserable, he missed you and was so so worried

When he heard you died and he couldn't find you on the lazaret, he worked hard to bring you back

And after three years of constant work, he finally had you back in his life, he retought you everything without a complaint, just happy to have his baby sibling back

After the hole cursed ball fiasco, your bond got stronger and now he's more open with you about his feelings

Your parents definitely cried a few days after being back, seeing their babies grown up and independent hit a cord with them

and lastly, FAMILY TRIPS ALL OVER THE WORLDD :D

I hope this is to your liking! I made it a bit longer for ya! I definitely had fun with this and if you want a keaya version just say the word! Aight I'ma probably go to bed or take a short nap then go back to studying, happy reading :)

@q-inreality-p

[babblydrabbly]

Edging Toward Something (Teasing!Rick Flag x Reader) Smut

Pairing(s): Rick Flag x F!Reader

Characters: Rick Flag, brief Harley Quinn and Boomerang.

Rating: M+ Smut

Word Count: 2k+

Warning(s): NSFW. Language, mentions of blood/violence; also frottage because thigh riding is all I could think about today lmao

Summary: Rick decides to have some fun when you almost do something in the middle of a mission.

A/N: Pre-Suicide Squad (2021). Sort of in the same universe as my fic Storeroom Talk. But you don't have to read that one to enjoy :)

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"Where?!" Harley shouted.

You all desperately looked around for a way out of this fucking tunnel system. The roar of engines echoed off the chambers around you, rattling your brain and pumping you full of adrenaline. You, Flag, and the rest of the squad skidded to a stop when you found a cluster of abandoned vehicles under tarps. You all reached out to tear them off.

"Here!" Flag commanded.

ATVs, motorcycles, dirt bikes— Some were too trashed and stripped to ride. As the suicide squad picked their way out of there one by one you cursed under your breath. You looked around, trying to find something you could use.

Lights creeped behind you, drawing your shadows longer. A whole hoard of those underground fuckers were around the bend now, their headlights blaring.

"[Y/n]," You heard Flag shout. He gestured to the bike propped up beside his. "This one."

You shook your head, "I— Fuck, I don't know how, alright!"

Nobody ever tells you just what kind of shit you end up doing on these damn missions. You were a thief, not 007. Your heists never needed a impromptu getaway. But Waller wasn't going to waste precious resources on making sure you were a well-rounded operative in the field— She was already dredging the bottom of society's barrel as it was.

The others took off down the large cavern without you, then you saw Rick gesture behind himself without hesitation.

"Come on," He called, and you threw your leg over the back of his bike just as he revved the throttle. The motorcycle's back wheel spun, the bike sliding; The sound of it's screeching tires rang in your ears before you shot off down the tunnel and into the dark.

The gang of manic bikers followed you out of their hideout. You followed Harley's example, half turning in your seat, half wrapping your arm around Rick's solid middle to fire your hand gun back at the riders. Their own bullets whizzed by you, into the dirt, bouncing off the walls.

"Shit," You snapped when your gun clicked, empty, and threw it away behind you. You turned back around and reached under Rick's arm, grabbing the gun you find in his shoulder holster. You continued to fire at the gang, making sure to hit any of them coming for Rick's bike first. A boomerang flung past you, glowing in the dark. You exhaled thankfully when Harkness' weapon takes out three bikers' scalps in a row.

Harley's laughter echoed throughout the tunnels as you all made your escape. With the last of the guns at your disposal emptied, you turned back around to grasp securely at Rick's waist.

On the comms, you were all instructed to head due west. Rick barked orders to keep in the formation you were all in, the Colonel sticking to the back of the pack. It would take you all nearly twenty miles before you were clear of the gang's territory.

You sighed with relief, though still tense from all the gunfire. You squeezed your thighs together, bracketing Rick's lower back as the terrain roughened.

Rick glanced back at you from the corner of his eye for a moment. You nodded back at him, a silent signal that you were alright.

You road in silence. You didn't know if it was the stress of the mission, or the fact that you'd never ridden a motorbike in your life before, but you began to feel a dull ache in your lower stomach. You shook the feeling off as best you could, shifting on the small back seat behind Flag.

"What's wrong?" Rick called over his shoulder.

"Nothing," You shouted back so that he could hear you over the wind. Ahead of you, the rest of the squad busied themselves with finding the clearest patches to drive through the forest.

You watched them all dip and then shoot up, your little caravan hitting a ditch. You braced as Rick hit it at full speed, and you gasped when the bike stuttered back onto the dirt ground.

The rough path continued. You realized what was happening; The dull ache was growing, it was burning with the thrum of the bike's engine, the rattle of the rocks below. You swallowed thickly, unsure what to do.

You tried shifting again, but as you held on tighter around Rick's wide back, another bump in the road sent you pressing flush right up behind him. You gasped in his ear, suddenly reaching for the soldier's belt. You gripped it, your head spinning.

"[Y/n]?" You heard Rick call. "We're almost there, alright?"

He shot you a concerned look over his shoulder again when it was safe to take his eyes off the road, but when you made eye contact a flash of puzzlement crossed his features. As swiftly as his eyes were there, they were gone again, facing forward.

You took a shaky breath. Thankful for the whipping air and high speed engines, you were certain that Rick wouldn't hear your labored breathing. However, you tried to lean back off of him, tried to keep him from feeling as you gasped again.

You felt the drip of wetness bloom. It spread across your panties, the heat building. What the fuck was wrong with you? You didn't think your sense of danger and fucking around was this off. You tried to concentrate on holding onto Rick.

The group rounded another bend, and you had to grip Rick again to keep the bike balanced. To your horror, you arched into him, another sound escaping you. You kept your hips in place, resisting the urge to move. You felt yourself edging toward— God, you didn't even want to say it. You glanced at Rick's face, only to see him already catching another glance at you too.

Your cheeks burned. You buried your face into Rick's back, other squad members be damned— They couldn't see you back here anyway. Rick revved the throttle again, and you choked back a full on moan. Your legs trembling, you squeezed your thighs together again as you tried with all your might to get it the fuck together and not come just from riding on the back of Rick's bike.

"Almost there!" You heard Harley cackle gleefully. Almost there, you thought dangerously.

No! Fucking fuck— You were not going to come. You were not going to come.

You nearly weeped with relief as the bike slowed to a stop. Everyone killed their engines one by one, until the silence of the forest took over again. Rick turned the motorbike off, and you peeled your shaking arms off his waist, his belt buckle.

You immediately tried to wander over to the rest of the group on boneless legs, when Rick suddenly captured you by the arm.

"Where do you think your goin'?" He rumbled deeply in your ear.

You tore your eyes away from the rest of the squad. You heard Boomerang showing off something he stole off one of the thugs back in their tunnels, and the other members began a little show and tell of their hauls. Distracted, no one noticed as Rick Flag led you away from the group and over into the dark trees nearby.

Confused and still a little high off how close you were to coming ten miles ago, you stumbled into a tree as you turn to face him.

"Rick?" You said, letting him crowd you against the bark. He took your hips in his hands, their firm press pinning you there. You blinked up at the hungry look in his eyes, the way his lips were parted as he drank in your flushed face.

"You wanna tell me what that was back there?" He started. You felt the goosebumps rise along your neck as he leaned down to take a nip at your earlobe. You felt the heat in your cheeks deepen.

"What was what back there?" Normally, your excitement at Rick's wanton attention would have you reaching up to kiss him, but right now you were a little exhausted from how tense you had been trying to hold yourself back. Also, you'd rather not die of embarrassment in front of Rick Flag.

But he had known. When he'd heard your stifled keen through the roar of the engines, he wouldn't mistake it for anything else. And then he was turning, looking back at your flushed face, your pupils blown wide, even in the dark. It was a look he was familiar with— One he craved when his adrenaline was pumping.

Rick had felt you holding on for dear life. Your thighs— Fuck, your thighs pressing against his— made his cock twitch as he tried to concentrate on following the squad through the forest. And then there was the moment he thought it was just his imagination — The way you arched your back, pressing closer to him. How warm your center felt pressing into him.

He peered down at you, crowding your vision. You were being uncharacteristically bashful. Then again, the rest of the squad was dangerously close to the two of you, their hollers and roughhousing just yards away.

You gulped, reaching up to wipe the cooling sweat from your brow. Rick caught your wrist in a light grasp, drawing the flesh to his lips. Maybe he couldn't fuck you right here, right now; But he wasn't going to waste the way your face washed over with lust.

Rick pushed his thigh between your legs, his strength nearly lifting your boots onto your tip toes. You choked on a gasp, your hands flying up to grip the empty gun holsters on either side of his chest.

"Rick—" You hissed, "What the fuck are you doing?"

He reached up to hold your chin in place, made you keep your eyes on him instead of drifting back over to the squad. He put a finger to his lips, then he leaned down to press them into the skin at your throat. You bit your lip, brows creasing as that desperate heat flushed through your entire body again. You tried not to groan as Rick sucked a wet kiss onto your neck.

And you were already burning down there, Rick had discovered with his own hot want. He growled as he shifted his muscular leg, rubbing the fabric covering your pussy slowly.

Much too slowly. You sucked in a breath, your hips snapping forward to drag yourself up and down his thigh, desperate for any kind of friction. Rick pulled away from your throat to watch you; Your head falling back with a thud against the bark of the tree. You released his holster, your eyes fluttering shut. Dragging your nails down the front of Rick's tact jacket, you gripped his belt and tried not to moan.

You were soaked. Your slickness made the rub against your panties so tantalizingly smooth that for a few thrusts, you felt yourself nearing that edge again, the promise of an orgasm beginning to build. Fuck you needed to come.

"Rick," You whined soundlessly. You ripped the belt in your hands from it's first loop before Rick reached down to pull them away.

"Nuh uh, baby." He grinned— grinned— against your ear, and you wanted to growl back at the voice that drove you so mad. He lifted your wrists, pinned them over one another with one of his hands above your head as your hips kept working of their own accord against his thigh. You watched, whining softly some more as Rick reached down with a free hand and rubbed over the large bulge protruding from his pelvis. He'd grown hard just feeling the way you thrusted against him. How you looked up pleadingly at him.

You bit your lip so hard you thought you'd draw blood. Your legs shook, knees buckling as you rode the Colonel's leg, your hips rolling, face burning. Rick's breath was loud in your ear, his closed lips brushing achingly against your jaw line.

"You're so close, darlin'." He teased, "I can tell."

The smug bastard was right. It only took you a few more thrusts, your hips no longer holding back as you rucked up against him. You threw your head back again, arching as you finally tipped over the edge. A hand flew up to cover your mouth, and you bit down on Rick's fingers as you came, hard, right then and there, your hips rolling until your legs finally gave out. Rick caught you in his arms, drawing you up in a fierce, teeth-clacking kiss, his hard on pressing into your hip. He let a moan slip from his lips, and you caught it in yours greedily.

You heard a voice over the comms again, seemingly from thousands of miles away, that a pick up was in route to your location asap. You blinked dazedly around before your eyes fell on Rick's, who still watched you like a hungry animal.

"Well there goes your turn." You said, satisfied after all his teasing. Instead of looking disappointed, Rick still quirked a grin, leaning down for one last kiss before the two of you headed back to the searching calls of your names.

He broke away from you. "If that's the price I have to pay for a show like that, I don't mind one damn bit."

[loveaffaire]

Hiii I hope you’re doing great :) lmao can u do a really sweet & fluffy first kiss(w/ Peter) nose boops, lips grazing at first, soft, shyness on both ends, everything omfg I’m such a hopeless romantic😭)

Kiss A Little More

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: None, just FLUFF!

Word count: 1k+

A/N: You’re my first request 🥺 plus I love this idea, I hope you like it!

You were walking fast through the school halls at 9:15am, you were so late for your precious physics class. You really didn’t want to go to Ms.Lawten’s class but you were already lacking behind and she already didn’t like you very much, you didn’t want to do anything to put fuel to the fire so you decided to go.

So here you were basically sprinting across the hall to get to class, your ballet flats quietly screeching across the hard floor. As you turned to the left, you being your clumsy self, tripped over your own feet.

But you didn’t fall as you felt your body twisting in the opposite direction, before you could hit your head on the floor, your body was pulled to someone's hard chest with the help of something sticky on your left hand.

You looked up in a daze as everything happened a little too fast. There he was, Peter, with one of his arms wrapped around your body and the other hand taking the webs off your hand as he looked at you with concern. A smile spread across your face.

“Why are you running in the hall, you could have hurt yourself” he said as he looked at your face for any sign of pain.

“I’m late for my class” that’s all you said as you looked at his face, a bruise on his cheek from last night.

Some new villain in town thought it was a good time to cause ruckus on a school night. You were there and so was Peter, it was your first date and you both were getting ice cream. Peter was quick to react as the second you heard the loud noise, you had looked back at Peter, only to see his clothes on the floor.

Peter had told you that he’s Spider-Man long ago. You’ve been close friends for years and you knew it was coming as he’d always disappear at random times and you were suspicious. One day you had asked about it and Peter was tired of lying to you so he just straight up told you that he was Spider-Man.

Even though the villain was strong with all his magical powers, Spider-Man still won the fight (obviously) and it was all over the news. You really thought Peter wouldn’t show up today but here he was, holding onto you like his life depended on it.

“What are you doing here, Peter? You should be resting after last night” you said as you held his face in your warm hands, your physics class long forgotten.

“I was worried uh. . . about you after last night” he pulled you in the corner scanning the corridor to check if anyone was there.

He kept his hand on the back of your head as he pressed your body to the wall. He was so close and you could feel his heart beating against his chest.

“I’m okay, Peter” you whispered looking at his lips briefly as you gripped his flannel shirt in your hands. Oh he was really really close.

You knew why he was worried. You knew it so damn well. You had been so close to that accident, he was worried that you could have gotten hurt. Or something worse.

“You were just so close to the incident I-“

Peter cut himself short as he scanned your face, he was so out of breath looking at you. You looked so beautiful with your hair up in a ponytail, some strands falling in your face and your lips red with some lip balm.

“I just got worried that you’ll get hurt while I was busy fighting off some stupid old man who thinks he’s entitled to control the world for whatever reason and-“

You were looking at his face all this time, the way he looked so concerned, the way he cared for you and how he wasn’t scared to admit that he cared.

You cut him short this time by putting your hands on the sides of his face as you pulled his face close, your lips brushing on his to calm him down.

“But I’m okay, Peter” you whispered as he closed his eyes, his cheeks turned warm under your skin.

You pulled back slightly, forehead still touching, “are you okay?” you asked, suddenly feeling shy about what you just did and how close you were to him at this moment.

“I’m okay. . . now.” Peter said as his eyes fluttered shut at the sensations. Even though he caught you minutes ago and you were perfectly capable of standing on your own two feet now, he was still gripping on your body, holding you so tight with your feet slightly off the ground.

“Can I- uh kiss you? Want to k- kiss you so bad” he stammered on his words, he felt so shy asking you for a kiss but he wanted it so bad.

“We just- we didn’t get to kiss last night because you know I flew you home instead of walking you home,” Peter laughed nervously, “and we never got to finish our- um our date so-“

“Shh” you said as you gently pressed your fingertips on his thin, soft lips. You nudged the tip of your nose to his.

“Kiss me” you whispered as your thumb brushed across the bruise on his cheek.

Peter wasted no time as he pressed his lips to yours in an innocent kiss. Bodies pressed so close, not a silver of air could get through. You both felt the heat spread across your cheeks as you hummed against his lips.

“I wanted to do this so bad last night” he mumbled as you felt his hot breath on your face. You giggled as his cheeks turned rosy.

You kissed him again, this one was slightly longer, laced with want and so much love. You flinched as you heard the loud sound of the bell signaling for the second period.

Peter quickly clasped his palms over your ears to protect you from the loud noise and kissed the top of your nose, his face still pressed to yours.

He was clingy like that and you liked it. You really loved how he always wanted to be touching you and how he wouldn’t let go of you. He adored you and you had no problem with the way he showed you that.

“Peter,” you said as you gripped his shoulder, pushing him back gently, “I have a class now, I can’t miss this one too”

He pouted and you tapped your finger over his pouty lips as he was forced to let go of you.

“Um maybe you and I can hang out later today so we can. . . kiss a little more?” you said as you adjusted your blouse, knowing fully well that Peter would never be able to reject you on that idea.

“Please- uh yes I mean yes, yes we can” Peter said as he stepped away, clearing his throat as he fixed his collar and the strap of his backpack on his shoulder.

“Good! So I’m going to the other side of the building and you have physics here so I’ll see you later?” You said as you started slipping away from under him as the hall started filling with other students rushing to their next class. Peter nodded as he watched you leave.

You look back for a little moment as you fasten your pace and Peter points at you, “don’t run in the hall, YN!” he yells as he shakes his head.

A/N: okay, I am so sorry for this being so long, I was going to make this a blurb but I just got carried away because soft, breathless Peter is 10/10.

If you liked this, please try to like/reblog/comment below your thoughts!

Requests are open so send me an ask :)

Thank you♡

© loveaffaire

[saetoru]

I think all of you need to realize you are defending an actual bully LMAO bakugo is not some precious little angel like you all make him out to be he is an asshole and you all just think he looks pretty that is the only reason you excuse him

one time when i was in second grade there was this stray cat that jumped onto my window sill while it was open and i was eating apples and so i offered the cat my apple and then they let me pet them and then i befriended that cat for like weeks until animal control got word of it from my rude ass neighbors and took it away :,)

this is not relevant to anything but i hope my stupid story wasted a moment of your life just like your stupid ask wasted a moment of mine

[seoafin]

Hello!!

I'm back again, also I'm sorry if I ended up clogging up your notifications because I think I just went through your entire 'gojo satoru x reader' tag cuz I'm just so in love with your writing! 💗💗

That one post about Gojou interrupting all your dates, and being completely obnoxious about it was soo funny, pls he's so ridiculous, but also its cute that he panics over just the notion of any man taking reader away from him, its always so funny (and kinda sad asghsiag) to me because Gojou overall is a very intelligent man, but then when it comes to emotions and feelings, he like loses all his brain cells LOL, and can be very round about and avoidant too (at least imo!)

Also that post about Gojou taking reader's v-card was sooo ADALKANGBFD your characterization was so on point because he would be all jokey and lighthearted about it but in the actual moment, he'd be sooo focused on reader's pleasure and also their comfort, and just being all praises and sweet words that are also so filthy that your brain just goes numb, I think just the knowledge of knowing that he is the first one (and hopefully the only one lol) that get's to be the one to see reader unravel and become undone like this just itches a certain itch in his heart, I'm so sure that after this he would become even more touchy and insatiable for reader's touch and attention, and affection, he'd be more possessive too, he makes me so *sighs dreamily* 🥺

Ahh also that wet shirt drabble(?) was soo good, and also soo like shoujo-esque (if I may makeup a word lol), but it fits him so well, joking about finding your bra boring, while every nerve in his brain just fuses and his heart is like five seconds away from combusting, and then giving you his jacket (not just to save you from embarrassment, but also cuz no one else can see you like that, and it also makes him so flustered), he's so ASKHSDUIFBHFD

And the breeding kink posts!!!! I'm screaming, pls I love Gojou and breeding kink so much, its so just *screams* (especially during that time of the month my brain is just like *gojou and breeding kink* 24/7 its borderline embarrassing LMAO) I think it just fits him so well, he's so possessive and obsessive, and lovesick, and touch starved (and love starved imo he's a very lonely and sad guy 😭) that there is no way that he doesn't want to have like an army of children with the reader, and I just know he would treat getting the reader pregnant like some life and death mission, he'd be so determined about the whole thing, just round after round until your inside are filled with his cum, and making sure that you don't waste any of his precious cum, he definitely has an app to follow reader's ovulation periods and such, he's so insane and lovesick fr 💗

Also! I thought I'd share some dad gojou fanart that I made the other day 🥺 (altho! no pressure to like or anything, I just though I'd share!) https://ame-791.tumblr.com/post/681386471584858112/ame-791-love-how-generally-most-of-us-believe

Oh! I just saw that tag about Gojou making a pun about fishermen and curse users in the HI arc, and I would love to hear more about it! I never saw it in the translation! (pls I wish the manga was better translated so non-Japanese speakers could better understand the wonderful work that is JJK 😭)

Anyways, sorry this ask got so freakishly long, I just wanted to drop by and tell you that I really appreciate all your Gojou stuff, and I hope that you continue to bless us with your amazing writing!! 🥺💗💗

hiii friend!!!! yes!!! i definitely think gojo short circuits when he gets flustered but manages to play it off bc rip!mc is just oblivious and doesn't really get it. i think gojo's a very introspective character but when it comes actually outwardly expressing his feelings things get lost (and that's being generous he was probably a tsundere in hs and i STAND by that 😭)

gojo would be extra touchy and clingy and kinda unbearable but i think people like him that way lmfao

also im so glad u brought up it being shoujo-esque because I DID intentionally make things shoujo-esque bc the potential is wayyy too underrated i think there should be more shoujo moments. they're highschoolers when else can i make things excruciatingly shoujo-esque!!!

as for the pun it's when gojo's talking geto into staying a little longer (so riko can play) and talks about how there are less 'fishy' (roughly translated??) curse users in okinawa than tokyo. and he makes a pun by combining the word 海人 (uminchu = fisherman) and curse user 呪詛師 (jujoshi) into 呪詛人 (jusonchu) which is basically gojo making a joke abt fisherman and curse users lmao but i guess that wouldn't really make sense translated but they could've just used 'fishy' which is the most straight forward translation you'll get (BUT THEY DIDN'T!!)