#manifesting him because please i’m desperate

[captainfern]

this is so ghost and i’m going insane

[moonstruckme]

I’m not quite sure if this is too explicit so if it is please feel free to decline, but I was wondering if you could do a poly!marauders x reader who has a past with sexual assault so is kind of iffy and stand offish about sexual inter course? Again, all good if you can’t because it is a touchy subject ! I hope you’re having a lovely day/night !! (p.s. I love your writing so much :3)

Thank you gorgeous, love you <3

cw: trauma response, mention of past sexual assault

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

Sometimes you can feel left out. Of the easy way the boys touch each other, the knowingness they have of the other’s bodies, the in-jokes about intimate aspects of their relationship that aren’t secret from you but you’re not a part of. And you know in your bones, in that thrumming, impossible-to-ignore beat inside your ribcage, that you’re not ready to be a part of them, but it still hurts to have something about your boys that’s separate from you. Some part of them you can’t access, and it’s only because you won’t allow them access to you in return. 

And sometimes, like now, things go astonishingly well. Sometimes you can let them touch you while feeling nothing but the pleasant warmth of love and lust brewing like a potion in your core. Sometimes you can let yourself tug Sirius closer as he kisses you, can swallow the soft sounds he makes into your mouth without your mind taking you anywhere other than this bed, this boy. 

Sometimes you can get so lost in them it feels like the fear can’t find you. 

“Okay?” Sirius’ breathes, setting a tentative hand on the small of your back. He tastes like coca cola, and his lips are a manifestation of every soft and earnest part of him he never shows. “This okay, sweetness?” 

You nod fervently, trying very hard not to think as you tunnel your fingers into the featherdown silkiness of the hair behind his ear. 

“Yeah?” You’re growing quite sick of all his talking, persistent in your kisses even when Sirius breaks them. His mouth curves against yours, sensing this, and his hand settles more comfortably into the curve of your spine. “Alright, you’re in charge. Just let me know if anything’s too much.” 

You make a muffled sound of acknowledgement. Truly, logically, you feel safe with Sirius, the same as you would with Remus or James. It was his idea that you be on top, after Remus figured out that you feel most comfortable when you don’t feel trapped, after James was the one to initiate the conversation on how they can make you feel good while respecting your (admittedly, nebulous and often fickle) boundaries. You haven’t worked up the courage to do anything beyond kissing, and none of them have pushed you. Really, you’ve been the one doing the pushing, wanting more and more from the kissing until it’s turned into this, you and Sirius hiding from dishwashing duty with you on top of him and sucking his face like a dementor.

You grind your hips down into his, and Sirius’ chuckle rumbles through the both of you as he grabs a greedy handful of your ass. 

Your breath stills in your lungs. 

You still completely, actually, every inch of you rigid, from your bum under Sirius’ hand to your eyes, stuck closed tight. The only part of you that seems to get that you’re still alive is your heart, thrashing wildly inside the bars of your ribcage like it wants to escape when you can’t. 

“Shit.” Sirius’ hand flees upward, skimming up your back to safer territory below your shoulder blades. “Shit, sorry, baby. You okay?” 

You want to tell him yes, in every physical, objective, important way you’re just fine. But your breath is frozen solid somewhere between your throat and your lungs, and it won’t let you speak. 

“Sweetheart.” Sirius is starting to sound desperate, though he’s clearly trying to stay calm for your sake. He sets gentle hands at your waist, sitting you up while he eases out from under you. You expect you’ll move like a statue, but your arms move of their own mind once freed, wrapping tight around your middle. “You’re okay, baby, you’re safe. I’m so sorry, I was—I should have asked. I moved too fast, I didn’t mean to scare you. Can you talk to me, please?” 

“Sorry,” you manage. Something comes loose inside you. The air comes back to your lungs, you pull your legs up onto the bed, and laughter unspools from inside you like wire long coiled tight. 

Sirius doesn’t smile. “Don’t be sorry,” he says. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have touched you like that. Are you okay?”

It’s now that James and Remus decide to come and see what you’re up to. At the sound of Sirius’ panic-tight voice, their footsteps hasten down the hallway. James taps on the doorframe and you turn to him so fast your neck clicks. His face is melded by a soft worry. 

“Everything alright?” he asks. 

You nod, but Sirius must signal something different from your other side, because James and Remus advance forward the way one might approach a feral kitten. 

“Are you okay?” Sirius asks again, voice cracking now that the other two are here. 

“Hey, it’s alright, love,” Remus says gently. “Maybe stop touching her for a bit.” You hadn’t even noticed Sirius’ hand gripping your leg, but its removal feels like you’ve lost a thousand pounds. You fight back a shiver. “She’s okay. Aren’t you, darling?” 

To hear worry in even Remus’ voice is significant, and you try to make yours even to counter it. “Yeah,” you agree. “Yeah, sorry, I’m fine.” 

“You don’t need to be sorry,” James promises, crouching in front of you and Sirius. You’ve nowhere to hide from his melty-soft gaze. “What happened?” 

“I went too far.” Sirius’ voice sounds like it hurts, scraping its way out of him. Your heart throbs in response. 

You shake your head, insistent and perhaps a touch too fast. “No, it wasn’t your fault. I was—I—I escalated things, and then it just—”

“Take a deep breath,” Remus instructs. 

“I’m fine,” you say again. 

“Please, sweetheart. Just try.” 

You do, for his sake, pushing air in and out of your lungs like you’re trying to inflate a balloon. They won’t get as full as you want them too, but it’s not until you try that your body seems to catch up to what’s been happening. You start trembling all over. 

“Shit.” Your voice thickens, tears threatening. “Sorry, this is so uncalled for.” 

“It’s not,” James says. “Can I—can I hold your hand, or are you not ready for that yet?” 

“Please,” you squeak out. 

He grasps your hand, and you squeeze tightly, breathing until the tears don’t press at your eyes so insistently. You hate that the ugly thing of your past is touching something this good. That it’s hurting people who aren’t you, like it’s a virus you caught and now you’re spreading it.

“It’s really not your fault,” you tell Sirius, turning to him. “I thought I could handle it.” 

“I shouldn’t have moved without checking,” he replies in a similar tone. “I’m so sorry, sweetness, I never want to scare you like that.” 

You shake your head. “You don’t.” 

A dense silence lapses, not uncomfortable but full of things unsaid. James’ hand is warm in yours. 

“Hug?” you ask Sirius. 

He looks surprised. “Are you sure?” 

You nod, extricating your hand from James’ to wrap your arms around his middle. Sirius is tentative at first, palms placed lightly on the high and low points of your back, but when you hold him tighter he reciprocates. You hear Remus whisper something to James. Sirius’ fingers press into your back, the tip of his nose cold where it squishes into your neck. 

Sometimes, they make you feel completely safe. 

[huhniebowl]

A Dare’s a Dare

Elliot x Reader

Warnings: Smutty smut smutt & also a try at some plot...pray he never sees this

a/n: whew...hey guys. long time no SEE! it’s been a hot minute & i’m so sorry about that. please accept this gift as an apology...i didn’t even mean to make this so long, & i definitely still need to make corrections, but alas, here we are. please enjoy & maybe leave a comment? i love reading your guys reactions/thoughts! :)

a/a/n: wait, also, can we talk about cochella? because i was SAT! mama’s boy is already my favoritee.

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One of the lightbulbs in the bathroom flicker as you lean down to sniff a line of coke off the porcelain sink. Then it blows out. You told Elliot weeks ago that it needed to be replaced, but as usual, his “I’ll get to it.” gets lost in all the other bullshit he spews. 

Throwing your head back, you scrunch your nose and sniff. Not yet used to the burn.

Unrolling the five-dollar bill, you shake it out and shove it in your pocket. He left it in the bathroom for you anyway. You do a quick sweep around to make sure there’s nothing that can show what’s been going on in there, swipe the powder off your tight long sleeve, and walk out. 

The music that was once muffled behind the door is now clear as you sway to the beat on your way back into Elliot’s room, Jules and Rue sitting on his bed with a joint between Rue’s lips. 

“Ooo, that the vanilla backwood–” You start, then stop when warm hands grab your face, and your lips are pressed against another pair. It happens so fast that you barely have time to process it before the warm body moves away. You stumble and look up. 

Elliot. 

“That wasn’t 10 seconds,” Jules calls out, leaning into Rue. They’re going straight to hell if you have any say in it. Though considering the life choices you’ve all made from the moment you crossed paths, you’ll be right there with them. Elliot too. 

“You’ve never really kissed a girl before, huh, Elly?” Rue mocks, lighting the blunt. 

Elliot leans over and whispers in your ear, “Let me keep my dignity, and I’ll let you keep my five in your pocket.” Damn. Touché. 

You shrug and nod, reaching to grab his face and pull him forward. You’re too high for this shit. 

“Start the clock.” Elliot points, looking at Rue before meeting your lips in a heavy kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist and pushes you against the nearest wall. 

Your heart is going well over the average beat per minute, and for once, you can honestly say it wasn’t because of the line you just did. You’ve wanted Elliot since the day Rue introduced you to him. Charming, snarky, sarcastic. Qualities right out of your manifestation journal. 

The both of you clicked immediately as if you’d been a past connection. Got even closer as the year went on. 

You once considered confessing. Telling him you wanted the title of being his and him yours. But that long since died out the closer you became. You’d rather him a friend than nothing. 

So every girl he's ever brought up, fucked, confided in you about, you sat there and took it. Shoving down what you felt and ranting it all out to Rue and Jules until you felt good enough to shove it down again. You thought you were doing pretty good, well, until now, since his hands are squeezing your hips and his mouth is hot on yours. You’re more than sure your pussy rivals Niagara Falls right now. 

You know this is some fucked up dare on Jules's part nonetheless, and you really shouldn’t enable her, but fuck it. 

It’s just a kiss. 

So you melt into him, let your hands slide from his face, and rest one on the back of his neck and the other in his curls. You accidentally give them a harsh tug when Elliot pulls back a little to suck at your bottom lip while slipping a warm hand into your sweats to grope your ass. 

At the same time you whimper, he huffs out a hoarse ‘fuck’ against your lips at the tug. You open your eyes and pull back just a bit to see he’s already looking at you. Desperation is evident on his face, and his chest heaving just as much as yours. His eyes dart back down to your lips, and you can tell he’s about to go in for another kiss. You just about meet him halfway until your drug-muddled brain processes that you both aren’t alone. The harsh shrill of Jules yelling out shatters the atmosphere.

“10!” You jump, and Elliot freezes, dropping his head onto your shoulder, as his shake with laughter. Unfortunately, the new position leaves you face to face with your friends looking at you with a smugness you want to punch. You throw up your middle finger. 

“We literally yelled out 10 a good zillion times. You two were practically fucking in front of us.” 

You roll your eyes and push Elliot off when you feel him start to leave soft kisses up your neck, afraid you might actually jump him in front of company if he keeps going. Besides, that wasn’t part of the dare.

“You’re so fucking horny.” You groan, sliding down on the carpet, still trying to catch your breath. Elliot grins and takes the joint from Rue. 

“Sorry, but I couldn’t go out like that. A dare’s a dare.”

You grumble and try to ignore the ripple of hurt that rides through you. For a split second, you let yourself believe that maybe the kiss was of hidden motive. Despite it being a dare, you hoped there was at least some truth behind his touches. 

Suddenly you hate your friends for the dare, but more so yourself for letting the strong wall you built fall the second he unknowingly dove into your hidden desire. 

Your response was a bit delayed, a dry laugh as you reached out for the joint. Closing your eyes and letting your head thump against the wall after your pull. 

Fuck. 

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Time goes by, and your high eventually fades. Rue and Jules left when Jules’s dad began calling about her whereabouts. You stayed behind with Elliot, you two in the middle of a movie when your friends decided to go. 

When the credits roll, you glance at your phone. Two am. 

“Can I stay the night?” You ask, looking up from your phone. Your stomach swirls when you notice he’s already looking in your direction. Stare intense, and you wonder how long he was staring in the first place.

“It’s pretty late, and I really don’t feel like going home.” You know he’ll say yes, so you quickly text your sister and toss your phone. 

“Yeah, sure,” He rolls over and stretches, “You know where everything is to shower and shit.” 

You nod and roam around his room for a shirt and a clean pair of boxers. 

“You don’t already have a hookup planned for tonight, do you? Cause that would suck.” You laugh under your breath, turning on his orange lamp. Your back faces him while you move around, and you notice he’s silent. Too long for a joke. Not even a scoff. You turn around and see him on the edge of his bed, hands running down his face. 

“I stopped those a while ago.” You raise your eyebrows and shuffle in your spot. The air goes tense, and you don’t like it. So you try to shift it. 

“What? Ran out of girls in the area?” Your smile drops as soon as it starts when he looks up at you in annoyance. A look that’s never been directed to you. 

“No, I got tired of fucking people who didn’t give a fuck about me.” You’re immediately swallowed by guilt. You cross your arms and stop shuffling. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Elliot. I didn't mean it like that.” He waves you off and gets up to grab a clean towel. 

"Mhm." He walks out to his vacant cousins' ensuite bathroom and slams the door. You jump in your spot and groan. Muttering to yourself on your way toward his bathroom. 

You brush your teeth once you’re showered and dressed. His boxers rolled down to fit your hips. His shirt smells like him, and you find yourself bringing it up to your nose any chance you get. 

Spitting out the toothpaste, you rinse your mouth and stare at yourself in the mirror. Eyes trailing down to your neck and remembering how Elliot’s lips softly moved up that sensitive part of your skin hours ago. You wonder what would have happened if you didn’t push him away. 

Would he have kept going despite having company? Bite down? You shudder, shaking your head and gripping the sink. You've stayed over at his place before, but this feels different. Something is looming over the two of you, and you don’t know if you like it. 

You give yourself a dramatic thumbs up in the mirror and walk towards his room. The orange light from before is off, and a dim glow emits instead. He turned on his string lights. 

The ones you got him for his birthday last year. You smile to yourself and see Elliot cross-legged on his bed, rolling another joint. 

He doesn’t acknowledge you, rightfully so. But it still doesn't make you feel good. You lean on his door frame and watch his fingers skillfully pearl the backwood. You know he knows you’re staring at him, but he doesn’t make a move to say anything. 

Your eyes move up to his mouth, fixating on how he uses his tongue to lick the seam of the rolling paper. His eyes flick up while doing so and lock with yours. Your breath hitches, and you watch as he trails down your body before making eye contact again. You divert your attention elsewhere, clicking your acrylics against each other. 

Elliot sighs, and you hear him place his rolling tray on his desk. 

“You just gonna stand there or help me smoke this?” A silent peace offering.

You stay by the doorway, still a little unsure, watching Elliot place the blunt between his lips and lie on his back, holding his lighter out to you. 

“Light me.” 

You huff and push off the frame, crawling on his bed and taking a seat on his window seal. The square cut out big enough for you to comfortably sit in. You grab the lighter from his hands and spark it, leaning forward to light his spliff. 

“Elliot, I’m—” Once again, his eyes meet yours, and your words die in your throat. You’re closer to him than before. His curls are still damp and loose, framing his face. Skin soft and dewy from skincare, and the amber glow from the flame. 

He’s so fucking beautiful. Being this close, your thumbs itch to rub over his apple tattoo; then over his eyebrows, then gently use the pad to pull down his plump bottom lip to watch it bounce back into place. 

They’re loosely holding on to the vanilla backwood, pink and soft. You want to kiss him again. Taste the flavored remnant that undoubtedly coats his lips the longer the joint sits there.

Elliot shuffles, and you snap out of your revere, clearing your throat. You quickly light his joint as you feel the lighter wheel heat up under your thumb. Then continue your apology. 

“I'm really sorry for earlier. What I said was fucked up.” 

“Yeah, you think?” He’s being sarcastic, but once again, deserved.

“At least the sex you’ve had meant something. They don’t just fuck off after.” Elliot takes a long pull and hands it over to you. 

“Who would’ve thought me, of all people, craved intimacy during and after a fuck.” He gives a dry laugh and blows out. 

“Eh, I wouldn’t say that.” Elliot looks over at you. “The guys I fucked were only interested in me for that reason. A fuck.” After a pull, you let your head rest against the wall, “Led me to believe it would be something more, then left with a half-assed sentiment once I gave them what they really wanted. Never even cummed for a guy.” 

You shrug, then blow out the smoke before continuing. “So I guess we’re on the same boat then, huh?” 

You look over at Elliot, his face unreadable. Silence falls over you both like a thick blanket as you pass the joint between each other. You let him get the last hit, holding it out for him lean up and take a pull. 

He crosses his legs and puts his hands behind his head, eyes lidded and red as he watches you snuff out the blunt and toss it out the window. You suppose your eyes don’t look too far off from that too. 

His voice, although soft, jumps you out of the silence. 

“You’re more than just a fuck.” You suddenly find it hard to breathe. 

“You too, Elliot.” You whisper, scared to break the atmosphere you two have made. He’s quiet for a moment before continuing. 

“I wouldn’t treat you that way. At least with me, you’d cum.” 

Your heart damn near stops, and you inhale at his words. He reaches a hand out to your ankle; the pads of his fingertips cool as they rub at the warm skin over the bone. Mindlessly playing with your anklet, you shiver as his hand moves to caress your calf. 

He shuffles closer to you, and your thighs quiver at the new tension. You can’t process what’s happening anymore. What’s real, and what’s fake. 

Being high blinds the practicalness you usually have when it comes to Elliot, making everything regarding him, sugar-coated. Elliot’s processing through your brain like he’s a wad of sugary cotton candy, and you’re feigning for it bad. 

It’s why you feel your body mindlessly moving on its own as you climb down from his window and over to him. You straddle his hips, and his hands slide under your shirt like clockwork. 

He’s close enough to where his breath fans over your lips, he’s focused on them until he catches your gaze. “I know I can give you what you need.” 

You nod, letting out a shaky breath when your clothed clit barely rubs at his dick, poking under his sweats. His body reacts to prove his words right. 

“So, please, can I make you cum?” He doesn’t need to ask twice. 

“God, yes, Elliot.” And just like earlier, his lips are on yours. It has your pussy puddled in seconds. It’s slow, wet, and sounds lewd even in your ears. 

Just as you guessed, there’s a faint taste of vanilla, and it has you whimpering. Your moans filter in soon after when he grabs your hips and pulls them down, pussy rubbing against his hard-on. 

He’s harder than earlier, and it feels too good; it has you jolting up. His groan is guttural, sending spikes of pleasure through you like no other. You swallow the sound and let him flip you both over. 

“Wanted this for so fucking long.” He breathes, leaving kisses down your neck. You don’t know what to say. Still not comprehending this is happening, let alone someone you’ve been yearning for admitting that he has been too. 

He moves back to yank off his shirt, and you’re whining out to him before you can stop yourself. Needing him back against you. Elliot chuckles at your neediness, returning for a kiss that barely leaves you in touch with reality. 

“Take this off for me?” He whispers, tugging on your shirt. You pull it off and bring him back down, his hands running over your newly exposed skin. Fingers brushing over your tits. 

“Can I?” His voice is strained, composure just short of being lost.

“Yeah.” You breathe, feeling him kiss down your chest until his warm mouth suctions onto your nipple. 

You curse out and arch off the bed, running a hand through his hair and gripping it hard. He groans against you, his dick pressing harder against your thigh as he ruts himself into your soft skin. Desperate for friction.  

You don’t realize how much he’s getting off to this until you bring yourself to look down and see his eyes closed. His lips suctioned around your right nipple, his fingers rolling the bud of the left one. He’s in a state of bliss, so lost in himself. He pops off and moves to the other, tongue flicking over your nipple in a way you wish was on your clit. 

“Elliot, please.” You whine, pussy gushing yet again when you feel him grind harder at you saying his name. 

“Please, what?” He moves off your nipple and lays his head on your stomach. Looking up at you while his fingers replace where his mouth once was.  

“Need you.” You can’t say it; you won’t. You’re more than sure he knows where you want him. You can tell when you hear him huff a laugh. 

“You’re going to have to tell me where.” You quiver when you feel his fingers rub over the drenched spot on your boxers. His boxers. 

“It’s here? You need me here, right? You really drenched my boxers, didn’t you?” 

“Yes, right there. Please, please.” You whine, unable to feel embarrassed. Not when he has you this worked up.

“See. Not so hard.” He muses, sliding them off and slowly pushing your legs apart. 

“Fuck, look at you.” He whispers. “So pretty and so wet. Just for fucking me.” He looks up at you, “Anyone ever made you this wet?” 

You shake your head. “No, just you. Only you.” Elliot’s in awe, someone like you all glistening and needy for him. It's like he’s on a power trip. “Can I record eating your pussy?”

Your mind is too sugar-coated for you to think straight, your trust and reliability around Elliot allowing it to be as such. A question like that from anyone else would have had you shriveling up in disgust. But with Elliot? You find yourself pliant. Ready to let him do anything he wanted to you. 

“Your words.” He murmurs, his fingers pressing down on your clit to watch your juices spread. 

You squeal at the pressure, “Yes, yes!” 

“Good girl.” He feels around for his phone. You hear the start of the video and through lidded eyes, see him shining the camera flash on your soaked folds. 

“Looks even prettier in the light.” You’re not sure if he’s talking to you or the camera, but your pussy visibly clenches at his words, and he chuckles. 

“Can you spread yourself for me?” 

He was going to be the death of you, you’re sure of it. 

Obediently, you slide your pretty fingers to your cunt, and slowly open yourself up to him with your pointer and middle finger. You hear the sticky sound your pussy makes as you reveal your clit to him, the jewels on your acrylics glinting under the flash. 

“Fuck.” He breathes out your name, zooming in. “Keep it there.” He says, reaching his thumb to rub slow circles on your clit. 

“Elly!” You whine, thighs trembling. He hands you his phone without a word, eyes not tearing away from your pussy. With a shaky hand, you take it and position it so he’s in frame. 

“Hold still.” 

“Oka–Shit, Elliot!” You cry, his tongue flicking your clit before you can finish. His eyes are closed, lapping you up like he's starved. You want to close your eyes, too lost in the overwhelming feeling of everything, Elliot. But he told you to hold still.

So you look down in the camera to make sure he’s still within frame and almost cum right there. He’s looking up into the camera, right at you. It has your stomach clenching and pussy throbbing under his tongue. 

“Feels so good, Elly, don’t stop.” You cry out. He keeps a hand firmly on your thigh to keep them open and brings the other to rub circles on your clit. He moves down and shoves his tongue inside. Tongue fucking you and eliciting the only sound he wants to hear from you.

You let out a moan so pretty it has Elliot’s dick harder than ever, and he falters in his movements for a second. Pulling back to leave quick, and messy kisses to your pretty fingers for holding yourself open for him. 

“M’ gonna cum!” You squeal, dropping the phone to grip his sheets. You could feel it; you were about to snap. And you’re so desperate for it. Desperate to cum for him. 

He pulls back for a quick second, “Come on, baby, you can do it. All over my face, come on.” Then he quickly flicks the tip of his tongue back on your clit. 

You reach both hands down to grip his hair, “Yes, like that; stay there, stay there!” You cry, toes curling when Elliot does as you say. 

That’s all you need. The white-hot coil snaps, and you scream Elliot’s name, cumming harder than you believed possible. Head thrown back as one of your hands squeeze the pillow under your head, the other still holding a tight grip on Elliot’s hair. Knuckles white. 

Your legs tremble, and your chest stutters. Elliot watches it all in a daze. He didn’t know someone could look so fucking beautiful while cumming. You look dewy, a thin sheet of sweat coating your body. The woman right out of his wet dreams. 

He did that to you, it was all him, and it has him moaning into your sensitive cunt. Causing your body to quiver. 

“Fuck Elliot.” You breathe, pawing his greedy mouth off you and back to your lips. You taste yourself on him and sigh.

“So good. So so good.” He mumbles, moving to bite at your collerbones. You wrap a arm around his shoulders, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

“Thank you, Elly, thank you, thank you.” You whimper, feeling so raw. So bared with him. You’re holding his face in your hand, overwhelmed with how he’s staring at you. Like you hung the stars and the planets. Like you’re wholeheartedly the only reason for his existence, and you almost can’t take it. 

“Wanna make you feel good.” You whisper, reaching down between your bodies and wrapping your hand around his cock. He breathes through his nose and drops his head into your neck. 

“Yes, please.” His voice is thick and coarse. You don’t respond, lining yourself up with him and squeezing his arm, letting him know to slip in. 

“Fuck fuck.” Elliot grits out, as he slowly pushes, his hands on either side of your head. You gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck and locking your legs around his waist. 

Once he bottoms out, you clamp down on him. He stays still, trying to pull himself together not to cum yet.  

He feels helpless, losing himself in the heat of your pussy like this. Never has he been reduced to a mess like this before. 

“Gonna need you to relax, baby, or I’m gonna cum before I get to fuck you properly.” He rasps. You pepper kisses over his shoulder and run your fingers through his hair. Willing yourself to calm down. You feel so full, the pleasure tingling up your spine and throughout your body. 

“Elly, please move.” You whimper, desperate to feel him. He keeps himself buried in your neck, his grip on the blankets tightening. 

You’re just about to beg again when Elliot decides to snap his hips. You choke on your words and lock your ankles tighter over each other. His pace is quick but deep, the tip of his dick abusing that spongy spot you can never reach. 

Your walls flutter around him, so warm and soft, and he needs more. 

He’s pussy drunk, panting into your skin at how you’re squeezing him in so perfectly, greedy to milk him for all he has.  

“S’pussy was made for me, just for me.” He mutters.  

You can’t find your voice. Eyes rolling to the back of your head and mouth open as Elliot fucks you into the mattress with all he has. Your nails dig into his back, and he hisses at the sting. 

You find yourself gasping for air when he pulls up from your neck, his face flushed and his baby hair curling at his forehead. 

“Kiss me, plea—.” You whimper, and he’s already moving to your lips before you finish. It’s sloppy, more a meeting of spit and tongue than a kiss, but you’re high off it. 

You’re going to cum again, and Elliot can tell, by the way your pussy is tightening around him. 

He can feel your cunt drooling, his precum mixing with your arousal, causing a creamy ring around the base of his dick, and the mere sight of it has him higher than he thought possible.

“M’ gonna cum. You gonna come w’me?” He mumbles against your lips, his eyes far away.  

You nod, “S’close, Elly.” You grow impatient, moving your hips to match his sloppy pace. 

“That’s right, fuck me back, baby.” His voice is hoarse. Completely lost in his lust and need for you. You feel it again, that familiar heat pooling; you’re right there.

It takes one more snap of his hips, and you’re cumming around him hard, eyes shut and mouth open in a silent scream as you cream all over his dick. There’s a ringing in your ears; Elliot sounds far away as he works you through your orgasm while chasing his. 

“Cumming, fuck m’gonna cum.” He sounds like a broken record, but he can’t help it. 

He’s so lost in the way you’re squeezing around him. So perfect and tight. You hold him as close as possible in your weakened state, making eye contact and fulfilling your thoughts from earlier by pulling down his bottom lip with your thumb. 

“Cum inside, Elly. Wanna feel you cum.” And he’s cumming. A resounding whimper works its way up his throat as he paints the inside of your sopping cunt. He goes limp on top of you, kissing you up the valley of your chest, until he softly catches your lips in a slow and lazy kiss. So good, and thank you’s tumbling out his lips.  

You feel hot, & sticky but can’t bring yourself to push him off. So you bask in the silence, your nails raking through his scalp as you gather your bearings. You feel yourself spinning, wondering where this leaves you two. If this is the end of your friendship. If he—

“So,” Elliot draws, looking up at you and unknowingly snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“Wanna be my girlfriend?” You look down at him and can’t help the laugh that erupts from your throat. Light swatting his head.

Because, of course, this is how Elliot would ask. He smiles, content with how he can feel your chest rumbling under his head, and presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend, Elly.”

[eternity-death]

// HSR LEAKS

Some letters sent to Sunday… interesting things that I’ve noted:

The Oak Family leader can be impeached by the other Family Heads.

Sunday has more siblings? Or had. Maybe Oti didn’t mean siblings in the literal sense… but we can’t be sure. I wonder what happened to the rest of them..

Adding on to this ^^^: In Robin’s letter, she says, “You are the only family I have left.” So maybe there really were more siblings than just Sunday and Robin.

Sunday and his siblings were adopted by someone called the Dreammaster. So this answers my question about wether or not Sunday and Robin were raised via congregate care. But then this also raises the question of where Halovians come from. Are they born through natural copulation? Are they asexually reproduced?? Etc. I’m also curious about who exactly the Dreammaster is.

Sunday has been executing personal investigations regarding Robin’s death. He must be absolutely distraught and desperate for answers.

The Family is definitely a group with a toxic environment. It’s clear that they value image and function using a collectivist mindset. The Family has just lost an Emanator of Harmony and they still refuse to deviate from their main goal. They won’t even allow Sunday to become sidetracked by it. And it’s harder for Sunday because Robin was more than just an emanator; she was his sister. But he can’t act on his grief, and we watch him contain himself for the sake of The Family at the end of the first Penacony quest.

There is a traitor in The Family. They are trying to ruin the Charmony Festival, but why? What are they trying to achieve? (I’ve seen some theories that the Charmony Festival this time around is supposed to brainwash all the guests. We’ll just have to see.)

In Robin’s letter she asks Sunday to stay in dreams less and to walk in reality more. He’s probably always on the job/a bit of a workaholic. She also says, “… but please also ensure your own safety. You are the only family I have left.” This makes me wonder if Sunday and Robin’s other siblings were lost through nefarious means.

Robin sends Sunday a lot of sweets. Does he have a sweet tooth?

Who is Dominicus? One of the harmonic strings; aspects of Xipe and most likely emanators. There are four of them:

Aelenev — The Commander of the Eternal Centurion

Dominicus — The Wisher of the Harmonious Choir

Constantina — The Singer of the Panacoustic Theater

Beatriz — The Merrymaker of the Blissful Ball

It is also stated in the data bank that the harmonic strings can assume any members of the family and are facets of Xipe. So it’s possible that Robin is some sort of manifestation of Constantina, and perhaps Sunday is some sort of manifestation of Dominicus (Dominicus in Latin is Sunday. There was a theory going around that Sunday is Dominicus. But these letters debunk it.) OR… maybe Dominicus will use Sunday as a vessel/temporarily possess him. (Could this be Boss Sunday???)

There’s a lot to think about.

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Prompt || Y/N is someone who never swears. Never. Until Bucky is inside her, thrusting with reckless abandon, and taking great pride in the fact that he can reduce Y/N to this disheveled, lustful state, unable to say anything but his name and swearing from how good it is. — Requested by @harrysthiccthighss

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Word Count || Less than 600

Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, pet names (doll, baby), unprotected and rough sex, praise kink, creampie, mention of bodily fluids.

Random prompt event || Masterlist

You are someone that almost never swears.

It’s just not something you were accustomed to and something that never manifested itself in your day-to-day vocabulary when you grew up, even though you heard it everywhere around you.

That, of course, doesn’t mean that you’ve never sworn before, but it was usually just during special (and primarily painful) circumstances—when you bumped any part of your body on a hard surface. Then, on rare occasions, would you curse under your breath at the stupid thing that hurt you.

But you have never found yourself swearing so much after you got together with your boyfriend, Bucky.

There was only during one particular moment(s) in your relationship where you found yourself swearing like a sailor, and that was during sex with him because, my God, no one has ever given it to you so good as he did. And he took such pride in absolutely wrecking you to the point where the only thing on your mind was his cock, and the only thing coming out of your mouth were the words fuck and Bucky.

He had you pinned down on the mattress as his hot body lay on top of yours. His hand held yours hostage above your head as his hips thrust mercilessly into your own, making his cock penetrate your tight and needy walls to perfection.

Your eyes were rolled to the back of your head as you gladly accepted each thrust. You slipped into a lustful state where the only thing on your mind was the sheer and pure pleasure he fed.

With his tip brushing deliciously against your sweet spot with every thrust, there was just a matter of seconds before he would have you screaming and crying his name, cursing for him not to stop and make you come.

“Come on, doll, let me hear you.” He grunted in your face as his forehead rested on yours.

It was right there on the tip of your tongue—the cries of pleasure he so desperately was trying to pull from you.

Right there…

right…

there…

“Fuck, Bucky!” You sobbed as he broke you. There was no holding back now. Curse word after curse word flowed out of you as your orgasm built. You were nothing but a crying needy mess now.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Don’t fucking stop, baby, please!”

“There it is. Good girl. Good fucking girl.” He smirks as he’s completed his mission successfully.

He lets go of your hands so you could cling to his body as the coil in your stomach snapped, making you come hard around him as you cursed and cried some more. Bucky grunted against your neck as he spilt his release into your warm and enticing walls.

Once you’ve both come down, Bucky kisses you with such pride and love as he moans against your lips.

“Hmm, I’m the only one to make you curse and scream like that, doll.” He growls against your skin.

“Only you. Only fucking you, Bucky.”

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3/3 I request something that's tbh now kind of a rite of passage for HSR men at this point cuz there is so much Dad!HSR men stuff on your Tumblr lol

So I was wondering, What would Dr.Ratio be like as a father?

-🤡anon

And I wouldn’t have it any other way hehe!

Yessss let’s gooooo

Cw! Suggestive comments from me because I’m kinda down bad for this guy, reader gets pregnant and such, ANGST PLEASE BE AWARE RATIO IS A BAD DAD

Someone buy this man a ‘world’s sluttiest dad’ mug lol

*looks at how much I wrote* I uh. Got a little carried away there lol

-Dr. Ratio dad hcs-

Okay, first of all, I have a Hard time seeing Ratio as a biological dad, he just doesn’t seem like he’d be into it if you know what I’m saying? He seems more like he would choose to adopt, if he chose to have children with you at All. He just doesn’t seem the type…

But say the Doctor does accidentally get you pregnant.

Well.

He’s shocked, completely thrown off his balance, very much a “what do you MEAN you’re pregnant?!” even though he knows exactly what you mean. You’ve only done it ONCE. (And it wasn’t even that good ngl) How did this HAPPEN?!

His initial thought is No, he doesn’t want to be a father. You should get rid of it. He can’t shoulder that responsibility right now.

But you’re looking at him with shining eyes, cupping your stomach even though you’re not even showing yet, and smiling harder than he’s ever seen you smile before.

You really want to have his baby. You’re excited at the thought. And he’s never been able to refuse you before.

Fine. He’ll raise his baby. He’ll raise them to be So Smart, surely they’ll surpass him one day. That is his dream for them.

While you’re pregnant…Dr. Ratio has a hard time pulling himself away from his work to be with you. It’s a thought that doesn’t really occur to him-? He thinks oh you’re at home so you’ll be okay, completely forgetting about this important thing called Moral Support. Literally the type of guy who’s like a lot of Animals go through this procedure where the father leaves, so you should be fine and you’re like ??? We’re not Animals though??

You call him a lot throughout the day. He doesn’t understand why. You say things like you missed him or you felt the baby kick and you thought of him and he literally doesn’t understand why you’re So worked up about this baby until-

He experiences something himself. He was scribbling in his book, sitting up in bed, when suddenly you reached over and pulled his free hand onto your stomach. As if on cue, and before he could pull away like he was bound to do, he felt it. The little kick of the child inside you saying hi to their papa.

It was like LOVE at first sight oh my gosh. He doesn’t say anything. He just sits still for a moment, before suddenly forgetting about his book and placing both of his hands on your round belly, feeling for his baby, seeking desperately for the charming little kicks of his child, his nose scrunched in concentration.

He feels another one and he leans his face in closer to your stomach and you can’t handle how cute your man looks right now-all concentrated on his child-to-be, just him and them, the only beings in the world.

So he becomes a Little more attentive to you after that. Asks you how you’re feeling, and Especially asks how the baby is doing.

He’s suddenly…excited to meet the little bundle of joy he initially considered an unwanted nuisance.

And when the baby is born-oh, he is under their spell immediately.

You’re cradling your newborn, and he’s standing by your hospital bedside, peering into their little close-eyed face, and he’s talking to them.

“Welcome into the world…I’m your papa…I’ll protect you…” you can’t make out everything he’s saying, but you know it’s sweet and loving and caring and you’re so happy because for a while there you didn’t trust him to get the dad instinct.

And.

Well.

You were right.

That Dad Instinct never really…manifests itself beyond the pregnancy process and the birth.

For the first few months they are Absolutely Inseparable, he’s always holding his baby or rocking them to sleep in their crib, but other than that don’t expect him to do much of the Real Work heh.

That falls onto you.

And once they’re old enough to crawl, and more interested in exploring the house than clinging to papa Ratio’s fingers, or crying whenever he wasn’t around…Ratio loses a bit of interest too.

It’s a little bit sad seeing your child playing in the living room while papa Ratio reads a textbook, neither of them giving each other a passing glance.

I could definitely see Ratio being someone who teaches his child to call him “Dr. Ratio” instead of “Papa” or “Father”. It makes you a bit upset, but the man is insistent and won’t have it any other way, so you’ll just have to Deal.

Ratio has some High expectations for his child. He wants them to grow up to be even smarter than him, which is a HIGH bar.

Only the finest schools for his child, and he intends to tutor them through their homework himself.

At least he’s spending Some time with his kid, even if it’s spent drilling them on mathematics.

His kid is Acutely aware of the high standards placed upon them. You feel so bad for your poor child when they stop by their father’s office, gazing at his vast collection of trophies and prizes.

To be fair! Dr. Ratio was Extremely proud when his six year old won the spelling bee. I mean, he stood up from his chair and clapped and everything- you have a picture from the spelling bee, of your little kid holding up a medal, and Ratio looking so, so proud-it’s up on the wall of your bedroom for a reason.

Sometimes you find Ratio looking at it with a small smile on his face. So proud of his kiddo.

As his kid gets older, they begin to show just how smart they really are.

You literally cannot keep up when they have an intelligent conversation with their dad at the dinner table.

It’s funny because Dr. Ratio would be so chill and supportive of his kid, until they tell him they would rather focus on traveling and enjoying life than studies.

Like he literally loses his mind. They have a huge argument and Ratio gets So Close to kicking the kid out of his house, like, it’s a good thing you were there to deescalate.

Talk about a HARD to overcome rift.

Dr. Ratio goes on a massive rant about it in the bedroom that night, and no matter what you do there’s no calming this man down.

He falls asleep angry, and he’s angry in the morning and the whole afternoon, and he doesn’t speak to his child for a WHILE, and your child pleads with you for help because they’re not USED to not having dad’s approval. It’s a messy situation. One that doesn’t get resolved easily.

Either your kid will have to accept that they’re gonna disappoint Dr. Ratio a bit, or they’ll give up on their dreams and pursue Ratio’s dream.

They decide to leave home.

Ratio doesn’t really recover. But you can tell deep down he’s more hurt than he’s letting on. He misses his kid, you know it.

They haven’t really spoken to each other since.

You’ve written a few letters in that time to your child, asked Ratio if he’d like to sign and maybe send some money.

He always says no.

So far.

[earthtooz]

// PAIRING: eren jaeger x reader

// SYNOPSIS: eren's pretty adamant on getting you to kiss him.

// WARNINGS: FLUFF! reader teases eren, pouty eren, spin the bottle game... kinda, dialogue heavy, cursing, alcohol, lots and lots of, eren is drunk, lmk if there are other warnings i have bypassed!

// A/N: UNEDITED - tags work tags work tags work tags work tags work tags please work, first ever aot piece and i kinda pulled it out my ass lMFAOOOO :o i can't help it the eren and levi brainrot is real. hope i characterised eren somewhat accurately, enjoy <3

"you have to kiss me!" eren pleads, hands clasped together as his green eyes shine up at you.

“eren, what? no! you’re drunk!” you exclaim in retaliation, pushing his face away gently, but despite that, it’s not enough to stop his stubbornness. in fact, it actually intensifies his pleading expression, “you’re gross.”

his face contorts to resemble one of a kicked puppy.

you sigh, feeling the walls you built up soften a little, “eren, i’ll kiss you when your breath doesn’t reek of alcohol and when i know you want a kiss.”

the tips of your ears flush red at the last statement. when eren came up to you with an urgent request for you to kiss him, ‘on the lips’, as he reiterated, you choked on the soda you were drinking. yes, the carbonation got the better of you and started stinging your nostrils, and yes, you were very flustered at his request because first of all, that would cross the line of your friendship and second of all, the childish tone in his voice was very unfamiliar. 

the last time you’d heard eren sound this juvenile was when he was 15 and now, as young adults, you can’t remember the last time he whined over something.

especially something as futile as a kiss.

“if this is some dare you better tell me, because that would just be mean-” you murmur with a frown before he interrupts.

“it’s not a dare! i promise, jus’ kiss me.” 

“when you’re sober.”

“but sober me would chicken out,” he huffs, “please? just this once? doesn’t matter that i’m drunk.”

“yes it does! you could be spewing bullshit out your stupid mouth.”

“i spew bullshit out of my mouth even when i’m sober.”

“great, now i’m even more unconvinced.”

eren huffs and rests his head on your shoulder in defeat. you place a palm on the side of his head so that it doesn’t roll off.

a game of spin the bottle happening in the corner catches your eye. 

“why does it have to be me?” you ask, now playing with the roots of his hair, “if you so desperately want to kiss someone go over to that game happening. they look like they’re having fun.” 

“that’s connie, jean and sasha,” he comments.

“so? i’m sure they’re down to kiss you. jean’s a good kisser.”

“how do you know?”

you merely shrug with a smirk, looking to get a rise out of the brunet but irritation resides in his features. 

“you’re tellin’ me you’d rather kiss horse-face than me?” he questions in a demanding tone, gripping onto your shoulders. eren also adds a, “besides, i don’t want them to kiss me, i want you to kiss me and i’m not about to join a game where you’re not one of the options.”

suddenly a lightbulb appears on his head and he murmurs a ‘be right back’ before disappearing into the crowd. 

true to his word, eren manifests 30 seconds later, now holding an empty beer bottle as a faint yell of ‘what the hell, yeager?’ echoes behind him.

“sit down,” the brunet gently commands and you do as said, amused. 

“are we gonna play spin the bottle, eren?”

“yes.”

“just us?”

“yes.”

you were having fun at this point, so you tick your friend off a little more, “c’mon, that won’t be fun. armin seems like he’s down to play and so does-”

eren shoves the empty beer bottle into your hands with a simple command, “spin.”

doing as he says, he watches the glass closely as it circulates repeatedly from the sheer force you put into it but at last, it begins to slow, with the head finally choosing its victim.

it lands right on eren, no mistaking it. he laughs brightly and cheers.

“finally! you gotta kiss me now!” 

you smile softly at his behaviour, about to relent if it weren’t for mikasa cutting your interaction short with armin draped on her shoulder, “hey y/n, i think it’s the end of the night for armin and i. mind dropping us home?”

“sure,” you reply before glancing over to eren, who is seething with irritation at this point, “are you gonna go home too or wanna enjoy the party a little more?”

he grunts, “i’ll go.”

mikasa helps him up as you fish for your car keys, leading everyone to your car. the trip was quiet, eren’s unaddressed anger squeezing the peace away and instead, replacing it with a suffocating tension. it wasn’t until you arrive at a red light that mikasa speaks up.

“what’s your problem, eren?”

the man in question turns his head away, sulking further as he crunches up the plastic water bottle in his hands, “it’s nothing.”

she turns to you with confusion in her eyes and you can’t help but chuckle, “leave him be. boys will be boys. so how did armin pass out? thought he didn’t like getting pissed drunk.”

“he’s just a lightweight.”

“so’s eren. our luck, huh?”

mikasa grins and the conversation continues until you drop armin and mikasa off, leaving you alone with the same man who’s been harassing you for a kiss.

thinking about it is getting you flustered, but you recall how disappointed eren looked when mikasa interrupted his moment of victory and in compensation, you ask if he wants to ride shotgun. he grunts in agreement.

“you okay to stay the night at my apartment? i don’t trust that you’re gonna keep yourself safe whilst intoxicated. second i look away you might go and pick some fights with guys double your size.”

“and i’d win.”

“and you’d win.”

nothing eventful occurs during the drive back to your apartment and it’s not until you’re settled on the couch with pizza in between the two of you that he asks about the kiss again.

and you choke on your pizza all the same. dude really needs to learn what better timing is.

“i feel a lot more sober now, so please?”

“did you know that alcohol can last in your system for more than 24 hours-”

“stop avoiding the question.”

“adamant as ever. y’know what, when you wake up in the morning and you still feel the same, let me know.”

excitement glistens in his eyes, “hope ya like morning breath.”

you throw a pillow at him.

***

rapid knocking wakes you up from your slumber and the first thing you see when you wake up are the analog digits on your bedside clock reading 7:32. damn eren and his early bird tendencies - and why is he knocking so urgently at this time of day?

trudging to the door, you swing it open and you’re greeted by the charmingly boyish smile you’re accustomed to.

“so… about that kiss.”

yeah i didn't make y'all kiss in the end lMFAOO GET FUCKED!...but you look so pretty when you press reblog, like or follow 😁😁

hope you enjoyed regardless, have a good day/evening!

[darkcircles4lyfe]

Life after NDE

Before reading, please see this post. It’s where I first explored the possibility that what we think we know about One for All is unreliable. It also ends with my own guesses about how Katsuki plays into it all. Now, with chapter 404, I can continue where it left off.

There are a lot of different tangents floating around here that I need to bring together for you, so let’s start with what came to light in this newest chapter. There’s a clear emphasis on Toshinori’s vestige form:

but did you catch the slight of hand?

How about now?

As soon as I saw the panels where Shigaraki talks about how the vestige is taking full form, I was practically shouting “OBJECTION” Ace Attorney-style, because they were a complete contradiction to how we were made to understand vestiges in chapter 304 (oh hey look, exactly 100 chapters ago!). Back then, it was suggested to us that Toshinori was special because of his quirklessness, that it allowed him to imprint upon OFA in a way that none of the other previous users could. In contrast, Shigaraki makes it seem like Toshi is no different from the rest. Like oh yeah, this is just how it works, they aren’t fully formed until they die, right? Hello?? No? I thought we were assuming the vestiges didn't have to do with actual souls, apart from Toshi? Given Shigaraki’s own brand of unreliability in his immature frame of mind, I found myself wondering: is he making an assumption, or is he letting slip a secret bit of information about OFA? Idk man, OFA wasn’t even doing this whole vestige thing until like a few months ago, so.

Either way, we can observe the change. As Toshinori’s lifeforce fades, he appears in OFA. I’m left with the simple observation that if he were truly different from the other vestiges because of his quirklessness, it would not have happened this way, since OFA doesn’t have Toshi’s own unique quirk factor to work with, but rather the other way around. You would have expected his vestige to stay the same, or possibly disappear altogether, since it was ostensibly exclusively based on the influence of a living consciousness.

That exception to the rule described in 304 never sat right with me anyway, and I’m not convinced that OFA contains mere memories of its previous users via their quirks just like AFO does. Sure, it’s nice and edgy to imagine that OFA/AFO are more similar than they are different, deep down. But poetic opposites are more interesting to me: AFO isolates by taking, while OFA connects by giving. Previous OFA users give themselves to their successors. One for All was “truly born” not when All for One tossed Yoichi a stolen consolation, but when 2nd extended his hand. There is something distinctly emotional and personal about that. Nana was right—it is kinda romantic.

Because Toshinori kept living, because Izuku has meaningful relationships, that chain of giving linked down through OFA was finally brought to light, like a circuit that’s being closed. At least, that’s how I see it. That’s pretty much what I talked about in my previous post.

Back then I also suggested that this theory of personal connection in some way explains Katsuki apparently having a vestige. Since chapter 403, where Toshinori describes his legacy as being embodied in both Izuku AND Katsuki, I was reminded of how Toshinori was gradually shown this over the course of the manga, as he came to understand Katsuki and his relationship to Izuku, how they are inseparable.

When Toshinori was inspired to pass OFA on to Izuku as he witnessed him trying to save Katsuki, he had no idea the two boys even knew each other. What he saw as a random act of selflessness was in reality a desperate manifestation of a connection that extended beyond memory, of osananajimi. With the eyes of traditional heroism, one could choose to see this as Toshinori’s fatal mistake, that he accidentally chose a successor with a “weakness” of personal attachment, but we all know that heroic isolation isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. No, I think Toshinori made precisely the right choice.

This is going to seem like it’s coming out of nowhere, but bear with me: you know how we still haven’t been told how the first OFA transfer happened? I feel almost silly admitting this, but I think it absolutely had to have been done instinctually, because it’s just too damn specific. As in, they didn’t know what they were doing or what it would accomplish, but they did it anyway. As in. They moved. Without thinking.

Toshinori didn’t fully consciously understand what he was seeing when Izuku ran to Katsuki, but deep within OFA, perhaps he recognized something familiar.

What if, somehow, without knowing it, Toshinori gave One for All to two people? His conviction and intent to give it was inspired by Izuku’s connection to Katuski. Yes, the transfer is inherently physical, but it also relies on mental assertion. Plus, how we think the transfer works may also be an assumption (again, the first time it happened was probably on instinct). Let me break it down even more: Toshi probably thought, as he passed OFA on, “I’m giving it to a successor who has my same balance of heroism—save to win, win to save.” But, in reality, Izuku relies on Katsuki for that balance, as his image of victory. Therefore I think I can argue that their relationship is irrevocably bound within the pact of the OFA transfer. Maybe because Katsuki’s part of OFA is based on emotional connection, once that connection is reciprocated…

…the full extent of that dual transfer is awakened.

I understand I’m making a lot of logical leaps here, but there has to be some sort of explanation for the Katsuki we see at the point of his death, talking to Toshinori’s vestige. I used to think it meant Katsuki had a vestige too. But then why are Katsuki and Toshinori alone, and without Izuku knowing? Moreover, why didn’t Katsuki materialize from the metaphysical mist around Izuku when he died, just as Toshinori did here?

Here comes the other thing I realized in 404. The simplest explanation may be that Katsuki isn’t a vestige at all, but rather he was visiting the OFA interior just as Izuku has done in his sleep or in a coma. Because he’s not a previous user, he’s a current user. The sequence of Toshinori’s NDE (near death experience) in 404, the way it manifested externally around Izuku as something Izuku was aware of, rather than internally within OFA from Toshinori’s point of view, shows me that what happened to Katsuki was different.

A lot of us have been speculating that Katsuki “has access to” OFA in some form or another for quite some time now, but I think the way the idea is suggested in 403/404 is an important distinction because it specifies the mode of connection. To me, it matters that they have two halves of a whole given to each of them, as opposed to, “the chosen one + his sidekick with a little extra OFA boost.” This puts them on equal ground, and it implies that the closer they become, the stronger One for All will be against All for One. It promises that these two idiots who have been toeing around each other and leaving things unspoken for so long will have to really face the facts of their relationship.

One last thing: you might be wondering why the other vestiges apparently haven’t picked up on what’s going on and told Izuku. Well, Yoichi may have felt it? (Where has he been?) But also, Toshinori is the only one directly involved, the only one who realizes his legacy is carried by two. Up until this point his connection to his vestige self has been limited, sort of one-way. For example, he could tell the other vestiges about his research into OFA, but in return he could only faintly pick up on things, and only while Izuku was unconscious.

The time Toshinori spent as a full vestige was brief, but I’m sure it was enough to learn some things about where the shade of himself has been. Even if I’m wrong about everything else, I bet he can give us the answers now.

[moonsunlovers]

Hi! Nobody is going to read this probably lol as I’m new in this app (not in Jikook world though). But I just wanted to point out a little detail that not a lot of people is talking about regarding the watch thing.

When we talk about theories I like to try to be the more impartial and clinic possible. I don’t like to get carried by my own desires to see any Jikook manifestation in their little acts because sometimes there’s nothing there, just us missing them and their bond deeply. But sometimes too, there’s some things that you can not explain at all. And this is one of this cases.

When I saw this morning people talking about the watch thing the first thing I thought was “please, don’t be like those shippers outside that are desperate to prove anything, we don’t need that”, but then I stopped and read carefully and objectively the facts that people where putting on the table. And I must say that, after thinking logically at it, it doesn’t make sense that Jimin had his watch with a completely different time zone in his live, a different time that coincidently it’s Junkook’s birth time. On his birthday. Suspicious.

Specially if the obvious justification is automatically discarded. “He must have wear that watch when he traveled to another time zone and did not set the time correctly when he came back”. Yeah, sure, that was my first thought, but then I realized. When you change your time zone you change hours, not minutes. You add or rest hours depending on which country you are traveling, like from Korea to US, that you have to change like 12 hours on the clock, but the minutes stays the same. So how can we explain that when Jimin started the live in Korea was 20.54 but his watch said 15.23??? As I said, it doesn’t make sense, because if it was because of a time zone then it should be 8.54, not 15.23 (and I say 8.54 because is the time that his watch should read in case he has the time zone of NY, -12h).

You can see in the following picture the time zones of my place of reference (European time zone), you add hours in the case of Seoul, or rest hours in the case of New York, but the minutes still the same.

What other theory could it be? The watch doesn’t work properly? It didn’t seam so as it worked perfectly in the live. The watch battery stopped working, he changed it and forgot to change the time? Could be, but isn’t the normal thing to automatically correct the time once you get your watch to work properly again?? I don’t know, call me crazy but Jimin is a person that gives a lot of attention on the details, specially when we are talking about his appearance and complements such as rings, earrings, watches… I would find it really strange that he didn’t have everything on point.

So… the other explanation is that it was on purpose, just a little detail for the ones who know to what you should pay attention to. Jimin and Jungkook have used numerology before. We have seen it in their t-shirt’s, in festa things and interviews, in mentions in their concerts, in tweets posted at specific hours… It’s nothing new, if you follow Jikook closely you must know it.

Another thing that we should take into account is that Jimin didn’t wear the watch in the Dior event. He put it specifically to do the live at home. He told us that after it he was going to wash up, remove his make up and rest, so we suppose he wasn’t going to go anywhere. Why would you put your watch to stay at home, alone, just to do a live? The only logical answer is that he wanted us to see it, otherwise nobody arrives at home changes clothes and decides to put your expensive watch again just to sit on a chair an spend some time on the internet with army.

Is it really unbelievable that Jimin made a little reference to Jungkook’s birth on his birthday? Is it really unbelievable when he just came to Weverse on live just to show us his mood lamp and tell us to wish him a happy birthday? Honestly my friends, they had made more bold and incredible things and still here we are. It wouldn’t be the first nor the last time they do something mind blowing to let us know that something is going on with them, so even if this is just coincidence or it was totally on purpose I must say that I’m here for all of it.

[chuuyasheaven]

Hei! Congratulations on 1K !! Could I request Day 10 for Kunikida with an afab reader please? Thank you so much 🥰

“—Treat me like a slut, little dirty bitch who loves to fuck..” — Treat me like a $lut by Kim Petras !!

Tags: Kunikida Doppo / afab! Reader, bratty! Reader, blow job, slight pussy slapping, teasing?, pet names, degrading / praising kink, rough sex, pw/op, overstim, thigh riding, semi-public & office sex, fucking on his desk, might contain grammar errors, rushed?, lazy, etc.

Notes: Cuteness overload !! 💗

He was doing it again. Working overtime, you sat on the agency’s couch, sexually frustrated and bored. It really annoyed you, all this week, he hasn’t even dicked you down once. “Kuni, when are you finished?!”, you asked with an frustrated tone, only to gain a sigh from him. No answer, just a sigh. Now he’s ignoring you, isn’t he? “You can go home if you want to, but I need to finish this.”, he finally spoke up.

No way, there was no way he let you go this easily. Come on, at this point you were the only ones left in the building! Nobody would hear any of your noises..

Besides, you only stayed because you wanted him, badly. At this point, you got severely desperate and annoying, as if this was gonna help anyway.

Then you got an vicious idea, an idea which Kunikida would not be able to say no..

You made your way towards him, he didn’t exactly notice first, but he did when he felt you crawling your way to him under the desk. “Darling, what are you doing now?”, Kunikida asked you, you just smiled up from his lap while unbuckling his belt.

“I’m having fun, Kunikida. Now, relax for once.”, you say in a bratty tone, just as he wanted to scold you, a surprised grunt left him. You already rubbed your thumb past his tip, then placed the tip in your mouth. After some licks, you put the whole thing in, Kunikida let another groan out. “Dear, t-this is not the time.”, Kunikida tried to protest, but you only kept on sucking him off.

“Oh, please. When is the perfect time-”, you stopped to respond only for Kunikida to grab your hair and almost make you gag. This caught you off guard, but you didn’t care as it turned you on, even though you were slightly struggling.

You figured to breath out of your nose, since he shoved his dick a little too deep. “You wanted this, didn’t you? If you want to suck me off, do it right, slut.”, you didn't know where that attitude came from, but it only got you to suck faster.

Kunikida could feel his release coming, so he felt nice enough to warn you about it. “I'm close, you better n-not waste any drop, understood?”, he grunted to you, you only could nod because Kunikida’s cock was filling your mouth. How you wished it filled your other hole!

Just like he manifested it, you could feel his cum spill into your mouth. Kunikida let out an relieving sigh, while you rested your head against his lap.

He looked down at your state, he noticed how needy you were, but he needed to finish that report! So he decided to be nice and let you ride his thigh.

“Come on, get yourself off, just like a good girl. I will reward you when i finish, alright?”, you nodded again, as you kept on rutting against his thigh, Kunikida could already basically feel your wetness through his pants.

God, now he started to get turned on again, but Kunikida won't do anything else before finishing this report. “Hah, f-feels good!”, he heard you whimper, he could make you be so much louder than that.

“It does? How about this..”, Kunikida asked in a teasing tone, starting to bounce his leg, it felt way better than earlier. It hit your clit almost perfectly, making you more vocal.

There he was getting distracted again, but he couldn't help it! You were way to needy and bratty to be ignored. Deep in his thoughts, while you were already deep in your high.

Kunikida only noticed when he felt something wet on his pants, that's when he knew he needed to be inside of you. Fuck the report, he needed to put you in your place, which was his working desk in this scenario.

You felt yourself get lifted when you saw hiw Kunikida threw your cum filled panties onto the floor and he already pulled his cock out. “Now look at what you've done, the only right thing to do is to fuck some sense into you, right?”

Before you even knew it, his dick was already inside of your cunt. It felt amazing, but was replaced by fast thrusts which were filled more pleasure. “You've been a brat all week long, now your a complete whore for me..”, he said, you tried to refrain your moans, but that was punished by an slap against your pussy. “Did i tell you to be quiet?”, Kunikida asked groaning. “N-no.”, you responded, Kunikida smirked and pecked your lips. “Good girl.”, Kunikida praised you, that’s when you noticed how close you were until your knot snapped. It felt all so good, so good that you were about to cum on the spot, but you wanted to warn Kunikida first. “K-kuni, ‘m close.”, “Then cum for me, princess.”, after he said those words, your sweet release washed over you.

As your walls hugged his cock so nicely, Kunikida finished after you, emptying his load inside you. You let out a satisfied groan at the feeling, he slowly pulled out and made sure that not a single drop leaked out.

“— Now, behave. You wouldn’t want me to punish you again, would you?”

IMPORTANT NOTE: I might need to pause this event because I’m traveling with my family! So I’ll be able to post like 2-3 fics before I go! Sorry that it came so sudden, but I promise I’ll be very productive after!! Until then, bye pookies!!

[misc-obeyme]

i know there’s already like a bajillion solomon requests for the event so far but i couldn’t help myself but ask for solomon as well for the prompt "Please don't let go." 😭 i need me some angst with him💔

anyways, congrats on 1k!!!!!!!! i’m so proud to see you grow :))

Hello, anon! Thank you so much! <3

Um okay. I think I may have gotten carried away with the angst this time. I don't write angst very often, it's almost always fluff, so when you asked for angst, I was like yeah okay and then went overboard lol.

And so I feel the need to apologize in advance for the angst level on this because I think I might have overdone it. Please let me know if you were hoping for some fluff at the end because I could write a part two that fixes things lol!

Thank you for participating!

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GN!MC x Solomon with prompt "Please don't let go."

Warnings: hurt/no comfort, angst

You could sense the shift in your world, the way it seemed to tilt suddenly in a direction far different from the one you had chosen for it. You felt the change in the very air around you and it was heavy with melancholy. Every day, every hour, every task, every step you took was full of that unspoken something, the heaviest burden you had ever known.

Most of the time, it manifested as a low throb of pain, something you could live with, something you could work around. Other times, it reared up its head like a cobra ready to bite. You could see it coming, but you couldn't escape it. And the fangs cut deep, filling you with a venom that slowly seeped through every moment of your life.

Every time you looked into Solomon's eyes, that venom pulsed in your heart, running through your veins, building up and slowing you down.

There was so much you saw there that he never said. That he didn't need to say. Although you never knew what was really going on in that complicated mind of his, the truth of his heart was much simpler. The depth of his love for you was present in every action, every smile, every time he said your name.

You would never deny how much Solomon meant to you. The racing of your heart whenever he looked your way, the thrill of butterflies whenever he touched you. It was evident to yourself and to everybody else that you wanted nothing more than to give everything you had to him.

And yet, you didn't. Neither of you spoke what both of you already knew. You couldn't and he knew it.

-

Solomon knew. He could see it in your eyes, in your aura. A depth of pain and sadness that he couldn't even acknowledge let alone try to heal. He desperately wanted to hold you in his arms, to kiss you, to tell you that things would be all right. But he knew that would only make it worse.

When he had arrived in the past and found you, he thought it was a chance for a new beginning. But it was clear from the start that you still held onto the time you had left. And back in that timeline, you had already given your heart away to a demon.

It had been a bittersweet situation for him and most of the others. Everybody had accepted your choice of course. They were happy that you were happy, even if it also meant that they had all lost you, too.

But here in the past, things were different. That demon didn't even know you anymore. You had confided in Solomon, telling him how much it hurt to have a version of him that couldn't remember loving you. Solomon had been prepared to console you. And even though he couldn't take away that pain, he was always there to help you with it when you needed him.

And yet, as time passed, as you lived together in Cocytus Hall, as Solomon found you coming to him for reassurance and comfort, as he had let you cling to him as you cried into his shoulder, he felt the way the world shifted.

Solomon was as keenly aware of what was happening as you had been. He could see the way the understanding moved through your eyes.

Now whenever Solomon looked at you, he saw it. He saw how you truly felt and he saw how you would never say it.

Solomon was so in love with you it consumed his every waking moment. He kept it in his heart because he couldn't show it to you.

And you were in love with him, too. But you were also still in love with the demon that you had left behind. And you held out hope that you would return to him, that you would find him again in that other timeline where he remembered that he loved you.

Every day, Solomon watched over you. He kept a distance between you as best he could, but he wouldn't let you falter. You needed him and even if you could never be his, Solomon would be there by your side to help you. If nothing else, you were his adorable apprentice and it was his job to make sure that you succeeded.

Even if it tore him apart.

-

It was like an earthquake. A day when you found yourself teetering over the edge of the abyss that seemed to break open before you. Everything was too much, your heart hurt, and your mind was fuzzy. You couldn't focus, you couldn't think, you felt like you didn't even know who you were anymore.

You stumbled through the front door of Cocytus Hall, dropping everything on the floor as soon as you entered. You felt the tears stinging your eyes as you marched down the hallway, fists clenched.

You opened the door to Solomon's room.

He turned around and saw you, mouth open as if ready to welcome you home. You saw the moment he realized you were not okay. His eyes darkened, his expression fell, his hands reached out just a little.

You collided with him, gripping the back of his shirt as though letting go of him would finally drag you down into the depths from which you could never return. His arms closed around you, pressing you into him, his heartbeat hammering against you.

"MC?" His voice was so quiet, but not quite a whisper. There was a thread of something in it - pain or uncertainty or both, you couldn't be sure.

"I'm so tired, Solomon," you said, muffled against the fabric of his shirt. You felt the tears spill finally, escaping down your cheeks.

Solomon rubbed your back, his movements slow, almost tentative, as though he was afraid to spook you. "How can I help?"

It was a simple question and really it should have a simple answer. And yet the question itself only made your heart throb. Here was a man who loved you so much, his only concern in this moment was helping you. Even though you knew how much it must hurt him to hold you like this. Even though you knew that every time you relied on him, every time you turned to him, every time you needed him, it broke his heart just a little bit more.

You knew because it was breaking yours, too.

Was it worth it? Even if you made it back to your own time, would things even be the same? Would you find the demon you left behind in a tizzy because he didn't know what had happened to you? Would you find that he loved you just as much as when you left? Would you only end up breaking yet another heart if your feelings for Solomon still wouldn't fade?

Instead of answering Solomon's question, you pulled back enough to kiss him.

Solomon froze for a moment before melting into you and kissing you back.

Was it possible to feel as though you were exploding from both love and pain? Was it possible to keep on living after you had?

You wanted what you had right there in your arms. You wanted what you had before you left your own timeline. You no longer knew what you wanted more. You no longer knew which was the right thing to do.

And now you were kissing Solomon and he was kissing you back and it felt right and wrong all at the same time. You loved him, but you also loved someone else. Someone who couldn't remember you. Someone who might still be waiting for you. Someone who might be going out of his mind with worry over you.

You broke away because you couldn't take the tumultuous thunder of your own complicated feelings. You gasped, looking at Solomon, tears still streaming down your face.

Solomon knew. The minute you looked at him, he knew. You could see it in his eyes.

"Please don't let go," Solomon said. It was a plea. It was a prayer.

It was the tempest of conflict that swirled around you. It was the loneliness that yawned through you even as you stood there in his arms.

He said it even though he already knew and the truth of your answer dripped slowly down his face.

His tears nearly broke you, crushing you like a vice with a force unlike anything you had ever known.

"I'm sorry, Solomon," you said. But there was one more thing you needed to say. Even if it was the final cut that severed you from him forever.

"I love you."

Solomon let you go. When you stepped away from him, when you turned around, when you walked out the door of his room.

When you glanced over your shoulder one last time.

He was limp, his arms hanging uselessly at his sides, his mouth slightly open, his tears glistening upon his cheeks. He looked like devastation. And you knew that even though you had ruin in your own heart, you had left ruin behind you, too.

After the earthquake, the world shifted yet again. Both of you knew it. You lived separately together. A cold plain stretched between you. An expanse you both refused to cross. Solomon tried, but he could never truly hide how he felt from you. You knew him too well for that now. But there was an understanding, too. You had made your choice when you walked away.

Solomon was always there for you. Every day, he helped you get closer to finding your way back to your own time. Every day, he watched out for his apprentice. Every day, he even managed to smile at you.

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[claireelle18]

Everything Turns Out Right - Ross Colton

He’s out of surgery and she meets him in his room afterwards, telling him “you know, they almost didn’t let me in here. They said I had to wait until you were up and asking for me.” Her pointed look towards him.

“They only let me in because you had me listed on your paperwork as your wife. Though I had to convince them, due to us not having the same last name.” 

He put his hands up in a half-hearted attempt, “I’m trying to manifest the things I want by speaking them into the universe.” 

“And you want a wife?” A faked pointed look shot to him. 

“Only if it’s you.” A cocky grin spreading to show his pearly whites. 

“I think your meds are too strong. You, mister, are lucky. I was able to convince them we hadn’t agreed to us taking each other’s names yet and that we were waiting for my passport to be renewed before anything else.” 

He chuckles, “So you’re going along with this wifey?” Her heart racing hearing him jokingly call her that name she desperately wants him to actually mean. 

“Only because I wanted to be here,” she stuck out her tongue, settling next to his bedside. 

Hours must have passed before the next person visited. “Mr. Colton…” stated a middle aged nurse.

“Shhh…please. She is trying to sleep,” he motioned to her curled up in the corner of the hospital room couch. “Kept her up all night worried with the injury as she had to fly in before learning anything further.” 

“So sorry, Mr. Colton. I was trying to inform you that visiting hours are soon to be over.” 

“She’s my wife. She can stay.” 

“My bad sir.” The nurse ducked out of the doorway. She stirred soon after. Blinking around, searching to understand her surroundings. 

“Tony is on his way here with real food for you. You need to eat. I’m pretty sure you last ate that snack size bag of Cheez-Its before the airplane ride.” He said. She squinty-eyed him. “You know I’m right.” 

“You need to eat too, R,” she huffed. 

“Already ate. Hospital food. Not half bad,” he shrugged, motioning to the bed tray with the past dinner plate. 

“I can go down to the cafe and get something before they close for the night,” she started to protest. He shook his head. 

“Too late sweets. He’s on his way. Meantime I’ve been channel surfing and I found a Jurassic Park movie marathon.” 

Thanks to Tony coming in with true food for her before retreating back to the team’s hotel, she was left with him again. “Come here sweetheart,” he motioned to the slightly larger than a twin bed. 

“R…” she started to protest. 

“Nuh uh honey. Join me, I need you here to make sure no dinosaurs come to eat me.” She rolled her eyes. 

“You’re a dork.” 

“Yeah, yeah, but I’m your dork. Now get over here.” She gingerly climbed into the bed as best as she could to avoid bumping into his shoulder. 

Before the team jetted off to the next city for the next game in the road series, a few stopped by to check in. She had slipped out to grab a cup of coffee while the men all talked briefly. “Soooo Tony spilled the beans that you told the docs she’s your wife…” Patty joked. 

“Well I knew she would just be too anxious to sit in the hotel room with one of you guys. No offense,” he replied back.

“You must really love her to go that far to lie about her to a hospital,” Brayden chimed in. 

“And to have us use your card to buy her that emergency flight,” Steven commented. “Ross you have to just tell her the way you feel. Sandra tells me that the way she looks at you is the same way that all of our ladies look at us, but that there is that look of longing written deep in her expression. Hate to break it to you now, but do something about it. Seriously.” No one knew that she had returned from her coffee adventure to over hear the conversation. 

Steven was right. All the guys were. Sandra was, and she knew exactly her feelings towards the New Jersey native as it was a family common topic of discussion in the family box. “I want to give her the entire universe. I wasn’t really lying about the whole wife part, more just trying to actually speak what I want into existence with her. I know Tony knows this since he was there to help me pick it out, but I have the ring for her.” A ring?! So he had that planned out already. 

She burst into the already cramped hospital room, carefully flinging herself into the body of the man she loved so much. A couple of the guys chuckled at the scene in front of them. “I love you so much, R.” 

“So I am guessing you heard the conversation,” his laugh reverberating through her. 

“Every word.”

“Well fuck this wasn’t really the way I had thought it would happen,” he glanced around the room at the guys. “I don’t even have it with me. Didn’t expect to have you here with me, even if it is due to the unfortunate circumstance.” 

“I don’t care if you physically have it. You have known that items aren’t important to me.” Her eyes getting all teary.

“Sweetheart, it’s important as it’s my promise to you. You deserve to have a ring. It’s been in my nightstand drawer for months.” That was true. He bought the ring almost a year ago. She had left for a weekend to visit her family, which meant he was able to go pick out the right ring for her. He had been speaking with a local jeweler for a handful of weeks, and the designed ring finally came in. 

The team left, and the couple (well Ross) was discharged from the hospital. The flight back to Tampa was uneventful, except for the company of one of the trainers to make sure there were no unforeseen complications to the injured offensive. When the two arrived home, he pulled the velvet box from that back part of his nightstand. Her tears springing to blur her vision. “Again, not how I had imagined or planned to do this for you,” he started. 

She shook her head, a silent laugh shaking her body. “My love, you have been the best part of my life,” he continued on. “The nonstop love you have for everyone around you. How much you pour yourself into your life. I could not even imagine life without you in it. When you came into my life, the sunshine brightened the world even further. I saw it from a different outlook that only you could show me.” He watched her closely as he momentarily struggled with the small box. 

Pulling it open, revealing the large custom ring to her. “Will you do me the honor of continuing that life, and be my wife?” He asked her. 

“Absolutely yes! I would say yes in every life time to you Ross.” She couldn’t imagine her life without him in it, and was so glad he felt the same. Through it all, life would be amazing with each other by their sides. 

[rosypenguins]

I’m making another delusional TMF S2 prediction: I think he’s touch-starved. (Slightly)

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I refuse to believe this boy’s parents are ever present in his life. And the only characters we see Drew actually close with are Jake and Zoey. With Jake, Drew’s almost always the one who initiates, but with Zoey it seems pretty even, considering the photos in Zoey’s locker + bedroom. (But then from episode 6 onward they really don’t seem all that lovey.)

I don’t really see him having this relationship with Henry or Liam either, since I think he’s aware of how close they are to each other, and therefore feels more like a third wheel than anything. I also just can’t imagine Drew leaning his arm on either one of them like he does with Jake. (Yet I’m still obsessed with Driam but that’s a WHOLE other topic-) Anyways, this is all to say that the only people Drew’s really close to is Jake and Zoey.

But what about when he goes home? What about the times where he can’t see them? Combine this loneliness with his codependency and crippling abandonment issues and you get a beautiful recipe for misery.

Now I feel like a small part of him genuinely does want to be close with others, but at the same time he finds the feeling uncomfortable. And I can’t imagine him ever confronting this desire anyways because ‘men don’t need affection’ or something stupid I feel like Drew would tell himself that. (Hands fit together for a REASON.) Anyways, it all depends on the day and the person I suppose. He wants it, but doesn’t, and doesn’t want to ask, so instead he kinda just finds more subtle ways to initiate touch. (THE ARM THING THE ARM-)

But I just want to paint a scenario: Drew being hugged. (By one of the aforementioned blondes specifically.) (No I didn’t write this whole post just for this wymmm???)

And just, the way his nails would dig softly into their back. The way he’d hold onto them longer than he knew he should. The way his fingers would linger as the other pulled away. The shakiness of his breath, the word ‘stay’ on the very tip of his tongue.

He wouldn’t understand it. He wouldn’t understand the feeling in his chest, and why he craved it so desperately. And I feel like this subconscious desire for touch would manifest in smaller ways. Such as folding his hands together, or sleeping with something in his arms every night. The silent loneliness he feels constantly yet the inability to speak about it…

Sorry this was all over the place and Im extremely delusional someone send help please.

[s0ft-d3cay]

Terrified

Shigaraki x Male Reader | Dog…this was not what I had planned.

WARNINGS: AFO, Fighting AFO, violence from AFO towards reader and Shigaraki and the other way around, mentions of reader being kidnapped, mentions of drugs being used on reader but not descriptive on what, reader is smart, reader is very self-sacrificing in this one, reader kills AFO, reader suffers from his quirk turning against him, like it’s pretty bad, reader has a panic attack but Shigaraki helps him, cute ending this time! No seriously, they kiss and joke at the end I promise. Reader has an energy based quirk that uses an exchange of any present emotional energy from enemies and alleys, can be used as a power up to manifest his body like daggers and wings as well as power ups and a healing sector to those he's formed an emotional connection to. However, too much consumed energy will result in a black hole like effect to the Reader’s quirk. Reader's body will enter a cycle of healing and destroying itself until it either evolves or another set of present emotions can override the painful cycle. Reader has three sets of wings because why not...

WC: 4,412

The media was in a world wind of their own, cameras and reporters blocking a high security hospital. Tomura felt an unexpected wave of panic and anxiety when he read the news. With deep uncertainty and doubt, he walks towards the place where Y/N was currently being held, ready to save the healer.

Tomura walks up to the high security hospital, his heart is beating at a pace that makes him feel nauseous. Not afraid for himself, he knows very well that he is powerful enough to deal with any situation. But he's afraid for Y/N… Glancing over at the guards surrounding the entrance, and decides to make his way inside.

Red eyes stare passed the guards, analyzing each guard's position without moving. A powerful burst of his Quirk, ridding the guards of their duty. He then opens the cell door and enters. Finding Y/N strapped down to a hospital bed in a dark room with no windows. Moving fast beside the bed, gently caressing his face with panic in his eyes. "Y/N…healer it's me..." He whispers, his eyes glossing over in relief. Y/N instantly leans to the villains touch. "Tomura…?" The man whispers out, voice hoarse and cracking. Eyes heavily open, exhausted and hazed over. "You…you can’t be…" Y/N quietly utters out, his exhausted gaze turns straight to worry. "It's me, Y/N…I’m here. I’m right here..." Tomura whispers, smiling and caressing his face. Hands shaking in his presence makes him extremely happy. The person who never gave up and always believed in him and his own freedom. "...You know I couldn't just leave you here..." Voice breaking a few times.

Y/N's eyes began filling with tears, head shaking back and forth in your caress, the cuffs around his wrists and ankles clank as he moves. Brows lower in guilt, realizing what he’s done. "Tomura you…you need to get out of here." He warns in an almost silent voice, how could the villain not see that this was a trap.

Tomura shakes his head. "No, healer…I won't leave you by yourself anymore." Bringing his face closer to the healer. "Y/N…my Y/N..." He whispers, his voice almost inaudible. "Can you please, forgive me?" Tomura stares with deep sincerity, wanting Y/N to understand that his heart was good. That his own belief in the villain's goodness was always right. That he never wanted to kill anyone…he wanted to be loved and cared for, just like Y/N always wanted for him. Y/N's eyes soften as he leaned in closer.

"Of course I forgive-but you don’t have time…you need to go." He whispers desperately, his forehead to yours as he tries pushing you away. "What do you mean?" Tomura whispers back, red eyes of fearful abandonment stares through Y/N. Red eyes filled with confusion, and he's not sure what the other man meant by 'not having time'. "I have nothing but time…we have nothing but time." He declares, voice starting to shake and falter. Fresh tears fall down Y/N's cheeks as he trembles. Eyes so full of self-blame, knowing he was the cause of their fates. "Why did you have to come back..." The healer whispered, sentence breaking in between his words.

"My...how heartbreaking…" None other than All For One enters the small cell, suited up in his black new suit and breathing mask. Tomura's heart skips a beat at the sight of All For One entering the cell. His expression changes rapidly, ready for his master’s heartless brutality. He holds Y/N tight, still stroking his face and the tears that fall down the healer's cheeks. "What a pleasant surprise... I was worried that you might come after me..." He says, looking at All For One with an groundbreaking stare. He knew that All For One was expecting it, but Tomura knew that he had to stay behind to help the healer escape, regardless of the consequences for himself. "Lucky for me, you came right where I needed you to be." All For One predicted, taking a few steps inside the room. His presence so thick the air became still and cold. "I thought we destroyed all your childish endeavors?" He questions in a disappointed tone.

Tomura chuckles softly, in an almost vile way, and he answers to All For One. "Destroying all my childish endeavors is easy...but...destroying my connections with the league…with him. You could never.." He remarks in a serious tone, his eyes still staring at All For One's without showing any emotion whatsoever. Hands continuing to caress his healer’s face, wanting him to feel comfortable despite the situation. "You may have destroyed everything I cared about...but you could never destroy who I am." He says, his jaw clenched.

Silently watching the two, Y/N tries to formulate a plan to get both of them out safe. His wrists and ankles were still cuffed, leaving him immobile. He needed All For One to throw him, plan and simple, the man was already agitated enough. He tries to lean closer to whisper in Tomura's ear. "Stall for me, I have a plan…" The drugs they'd gave him were still circulating in his system, he only needed a little more time to create a portal. Slowly but surely taking in the thick disappointment that waved off of All For One, body shaking from the overwhelming pull of indulging on the evil man’s very being.

Tomura nods, keeping his dangerous gaze at All For One with a smug expression, confident that he can help. "I knew you wouldn’t kill him. It wasn’t too long of a wait until he practically fell in my hands. Now that we’re all here, you can watch as I kill him instead." All For One uses a sound wave quirk, effectively breaking the hospital bed. Throwing both men to the floor side by side, Y/N facing away as Tomura kept his eyes on his master, All For One strides toward Y/N first.

Tomura's face changes immediately as he crawls in front of the healer. He places himself in front of you, trying to shield you from the worst possible outcome. "He has nothing to do with this!" He warns to All For One, his tone being firm and commanding. All For One laughs manically, the anger and blood-lust utterly adorable to him. "You’re wrong Tomura..." The man’s quick to use his Rivet Stab quirk to shove the blue haired villain against the opposite wall. Blunt force pushing the white haired man against the wall, unable to move. Widened eyed in fear as he looks back at Y/N, heart beating out of his chest. He can feel the panic rising inside his chest, the need to protect his healer took over like a primal instinct. Both hands placed on the wall behind him, decay slowly cracking the floor and surrounding walls towards All for One.

"He has everything to do with this, he’s taking away everything that you are. I’m only doing this for your own good, Tomura." All For One said, now holding a limp Y/N by his neck as he pulls him to stand. The healer claws at the man's hand tightening around him, eyes closing as his ability to breathe was slowly being taken. "Let him go!" His voice being filled with desperation and rage, he clenches his hand to the wall in anger. Tomura’s quirk quickly spread over the room as All For One mockingly laughs, watching as his young protégé struggles to save his healer. Y/N on the other hand was now in the process of gathering the last bit of energy for his plan, the controlling manipulation and magnetic dread absorbing within himself.

Y/N opens his glowing eyes, glancing over at you, smiling softly. His expression turns smug as he winks at Tomura. "Meet you on the ground." He whispers before both All For One and him disappear into though a glitchy red portal. Tomura immediately dashes out of the building, following the sounds of fighting. Eyes are determined and heart is racing, knowing that this could truly be the end for his master.

Hit after hit, Y/N continues to endure; his body sore and bloodied from being thrown around like a rag doll. Planning on keeping All For One's attention on him for as long as he could. "You and Tomura are weak, you’ve completely destroyed my successor. He was perfect and you ruined him." All For One relays with each attack of his air cannon quirk.

Remaining hidden from All For One's view, Tomura takes a deep breath as he enters the battlefield to help. All For One was too distracted with Y/N to see the real threat behind him. "Master!" Tomura shouts, calling the supervillain's attention. All For One turns his head, and the moment he sees Tomura, his face changes with a hint of shock and malevolent aura. "So, you’ve finally decided to fight against me…how predictable Tomura." He says, arrogance tracing his words.

The healer takes the chance to plant two punches to All For Ones face before pushing him into the building behind Tomura. The white haired man smirks at seeing Y/N's attack hit hard, and decides to take this opportunity to also strike at All For One, firing a powerful stream of decay towards him. All For One counters back with his own force, managing to push Tomura against the near by wall. Focuses his attention at Y/N, ready to deliver the fatal strike.

Y/N sprints to the both of them, his anger at All For One begins manifesting over his body in purple orbs, sending a wave of daggers towards All For One, carefully missing Tomura. Red eyes fill with worry again when he sees Y/N getting closer without any source of protection from All For One’s next attack. The older man raises his hand up to the healer, air canons shooting at him.

"Healer, look ou-" Tomura tries to call out, but is abruptly cut-off by All For One's foot hitting him in the stomach, throwing him out of the building. His body meeting the brick wall across from the two. The white haired man rolls to the floor to catch his breath. Y/N continues charging All For One, his intent to make him suffer fills his veins. The healer’s pain transforming his quirk to manifest three pairs wings on his back. His speed now even faster towards the supervillain, a blade in each hand as he swings at All For One.

Tomura watches as Y/N charges at All For One, and can't help but marvel at the speed and strength of the healer. All For One slightly impressed at the reveal of his power up, but not impressed enough to counter-attack at full force. Tomura can only watch in horror as he feels the ground shaking under his feet. Rushing over to the man, his eyes wide in fear. Y/N spins himself in midair as All For One’s counter attack nears him, his wings glowing turquoise at the impact. All For One’s quirk was not only shield from Y/N, but mirrored off his wings, ricocheting back to the old man. Sending him flying back across the street yard. Y/N's eyes full enveloped in black as dark discolored tears ran down his cheeks. He breathes heavily as he struts over to Tomura, his eyes still on All For One with a look of disgust.

Tomura, relieved at the healers success can't help but smile when his previous master gets hit by the reflected attack. He steps closer to Y/N, "How are you holding up?" He asks, in a heavy pant. His gaze on the man’s back and wings as he awaits a responds. "I don’t know how long I have in this form." Y/N answers, voice now a mix of deeper and higher pitches. He unnaturally stands tall as he throws his blade at All For One, stabbing the tall villain in the hand. The man from a distance doesn’t flinch or cry.

"Let’s make this quick and get out of here for good." The healer declared softly towards Tomura, even within the inky blackness of his eyes his usual warm gazing into the white haired villain. Tomura's eyes fill with hope after hearing your words, and he nods firmly at your words, "Agreed, I know I have been a coward in front of All For One in the past, but I will not run anymore." He says, voice filled with intent to kill. Looking back at the man he used to call master, throwing a powerful Air Blast. "Go, I'll take care of this." He calls to the healer, gesturing for him to escape the fight.

"No, I’m not leaving you. Not this time…" Y/N insisted, taking a step closer. Wings fluttering as his closeness brought a new warmth and add energy to Tomura. Unbeknownst to Y/N, his quirk turning into a healer sector to those near the man. Tomura stares with surprise as soon as he feels the warmth and extra energy within his body. "Y/N are you…healing me right now?" Unsure of how to react, he's thankful for the extra boost yet at the same time he is afraid that the healer is weakening himself in the process. "No, I’m not." He answered back with a look of confusion, his black eyes turn to his hands in question, then back up to Tomura. "Am I…healing you right now?" Looking back at the other villain, noticing how the wings on your back thrum with a familiar beat. He thinks to himself, 'Is he using all of his remaining energy on me?' "I think so..." Tomura says, his eyes dwelling on Y/N with concern.

Still, he can't help but be thankful for what Y/N is doing for him. He feels the pain in his body dissipate, even with the knowledge that his love is doing something incredibly brave and risky right now. "I.." The healer looks back at All For One as he throws dagger towards the old man, hitting his kneecap. A realization hit him, "I have an idea, I need to get close to him again. I can reverse my healing properties and turn them into a black hole, I need you to be ready after." He asked.

"Black hole…?" He repeats under his breath, eyes wide and unsettled. "Don't tell me you're going to absorb him…" The healer doesn’t answer, his wings seemingly drooped over him in guilt. Wordlessly, Y/N sprints to All For One with a few flutter of his wings.

Tomura's heart races, as he watches Y/N run towards the supervillain. He feels a sudden rush of dread fill his stomach, as he realizes how terrible this could go. "Healer, please..." He whispers softly, his tone filled with desperation and panic. "...be careful."

With no weapons in his hands, Y/N collects his healing energy and twists. Aura changing as he reaches All For One, a burst of light emanates from him forming a large bubble around him and All For One. Unlike his usual wards, this one had an electric pulse to it, like a heartbeat. Tomura's eyes widen in sheer shock, the air around him feels suddenly stagnant, the weight of dread heavy over Tomura as the reoccurring thought of losing Y/N enters his brain. All For One soon falls to the ground in agony, writhing and squirming in pain. Y/N, with open palms facing up allows All For One’s essence to flow through him freely.

The white haired man's heart races as he watches the scene within the bubble, eyes filling with relief once he sees All For One being robbed of his stolen quirks. The bubble begins to waver as the healer becomes wobbly with the amount of energy he’s in-taking. Y/N's face shows a moment of pain before the pop of the bubble, trembling on his feet as All For One lays almost motionless in front of him. The healer stands in one spot, afraid to move with all the energy stored within him.

Tomura's eyes fill with distress as soon as he sees how exhausted and weakened the healer now is. Feeling extremely anxious about facing All For One directly one last time. He takes in a deep breath, getting ready for what is yet to come. "...Stay behind me" He whispers protectively. The healer stays in place as the man stepped in front of him, eyes boring on All For One. He lays on the ground in shock, every quirk he’s collected over the plethora of years…gone. Energy nearly depleted and taken. "You…you two-" Trying to speak, his voice strained from his screams of protest. Tomura takes a step closer to All For One, his fists clenched in anger. "What's the matter? Is it frustrating, having to fight with only your words?" He asking, a sadistic smile forms on his lips.

All For One grits his teeth in frustration, trying to stand up and fight again. Luckily, he was too weak to get up. "What…how you done to me…give them back now!" The man demanded at Y/N, he turn to Tomura in anger. "I’m gonna make the both of you suffer for this…I am going to make you suffer the worst Y/N, you hear me?" He threatens in a low tone. The now quirkless man glares at both of them with pure hate.

"Kill him." Tomura commands simply. Y/N steps over to the older man, rolling him on his back with a kick to his side. Watching the supervillain groan in pain at the hit, the healer then manifests a scythe from his hands. Setting it near the man’s neck before raising it above his shoulders and swinging down. One fluid motion left both Y/N and more importantly Tomura free from their shackles.

Before Tomura gets to the point of feeling satisfied with his late masters well deserved death, his eyes fill with worry for the healer again. The man drops the scythe on the ground as a heavy wave of exhaustion crashed into him. "Y/N..." He says quietly, slowly approaching the man with caution. "Are you alright?" He asks, a bad feeling developing about what his partner's answer will be after using so much of his energy.

Y/N’s head turns to Tomura, his eyes no longer glimmering and bright, but distant and hazy. His body then goes limp as he crashes to the ground, beyond the point of exhaustion. "I…I can’t..." The healer tries to speak, his voice cracking between his normal one and his new combination of pitches. The feeling of his healing and warmth was no longer emitting from him. Tomura was quickly to his side, arms moving the man to rest against his shoulder and neck. Feeling the lack of the warmth and energy that he felt not even a second ago. Something is definitely off and he knows that he has to do something, fast. "Y/N, stay with me. Please..." He begs, a hint of desperation behind his words.

His arms cradling Y/N in his lap, as if holding the man was the only thing he could think of. The healer’s breathing was sharp and quick, eyes frantically focused on the healer’s scrunches ones. Fear written all over his face, his body shakes in pain and overwhelming energy. "I…I don’t…I-" Y/N whispers out, terrified of what’s happening. His body was quickly turn back from his awakened state into his normal body. With no energy to heal himself, actively pulling his body apart.

Terrified at the healer's condition, Tomura’s vibrant eyes gloss over as he begins to panic. He knows Y/N needed help, The villain needed to do something and fast. "Tomura…I-I’m scared." The man whimpered, his shaky arms tight around the white haired villain. Desperate to feel something other than the pain of his body eating away at itself, tears falling down his cheeks in droves. "It h-hurts.." Tomura feels worst by the second, feeling the man embracing him so tightly. He wants to take away that fear in the healer's eyes.

Mind racing as he thinks quickly, trying to think of what might help you heal, or at least ease your pain."Y/N...can you feel me?" Tomura questions, his tone full of urgency, needed the healer's answer to know if he can try something. "F-feel you?" Y/N repeated, trying to focus on the man embracing him. The familiar tranquility and essence within, wanting to comfort the healer and sooth his pain. "You feel safe and-d so so warm and…" He answered after a moment, still clinging to Tomura. Head placed against his chest, sighing in relief when he hears the man’s answer, gently holding Y/N’s head against his chest.

"Good. I'm gonna try something, alright?" Tone filled with the hope that his words will encourage the man."I'm going to share some of the energy with me, so you can use it to heal yourself." Tomura explained, thinking back to all the times that Y/N shared his aura and warmth to him and felt how the man used it to heal him.

Y/N’s blood runs cold at Tomura’s words, squirming in his hold. Even in his weakened state…he still fights back. "No, no please, no more energy I don’t want that again please!" The healer pleaded trying to push away and pull himself away, even with Tomura's warming aura helping. It then clicked with Tomura, taking All For One’s quirks and energy came with his own emotions and memories that made their way through the healer. Completely overwhelming the man in his arms.

"Look at me." Tomura gently begs. "...we don't have any other choice. If you don't take my energy you’ll..." Trying to explain the situation. "Please take my energy, I'm begging you, Y/N…" The healer’s eyes stare up at Tomura, melting against his embrace again, only the slightest jolting of his pain was keeping him from fully healing.

In a state of exhaustion and desperation, Y/N questioned. "…Promise no bad energy…" He whispers in painful conflict, he wanted to pain to go away, but he feared in feeling anything that wasn’t warm and comforting. "Promise?" Tomura feels his heart aching at the need of his touch, his heat, his comfort. He feels how the healer is trying to use what remains of his energy to fight, but it is clear to him that Y/N has grown too weak to stop the pain that is flooding his body. Tomura nods at the request with determination. "No bad energy, I promise."

"…okay." The healer whispered, head moving to rest on Tomura’s chest. Allowing himself to be exposed to all that Tomura could give and feel for him, raising a shaky trembling hand to his chest as he takes small amounts of energy. Tomura places a loving hand on Y/N's back, reassuringly. Glad that the healer was finally accepting his help. In turn, he does what he can to give Y/N more ease. He feels how intensifying and stronger his energy flowing to the man.

Y/N took small portions of energy, healing himself while replenishing the villains own injuries. After a few minutes his body settles from trembling and relaxes fully against Tomura. His breathing now normal and full, the healer staying with in the confined energy of love towards him before he returns his own loving energy back. Feeling how Y/N gave back his energy back, fills Tomura's heart with relief. "Y/N…you had me scared." He utters with a smile on his face, tone filled with admiration.

"…I didn’t…we didn’t have anything else to use and I thought I’d be able to do it…" The healer admitted apologetically, hugging back. Arms and hands no longer shaking as he hugs back firmly. "I’m sorry I scared you…" Y/N whispered honestly. "It's fine." Tomura replied back softly. "...All that matters is that you are safe and well right now and I’m so relieved to see you back to normal." He adds with a light smile.

"...just try not to scare me like that again, okay?" Tomura chuckles softly, trying to get the mood to a light and humorous one. Y/N nods into his shoulder. "…did I at least look cool with the wings?" He asked muffled, lightly up the mood with his partner. Tomura laughs at the healer's words, smile widening. "You know that you always look handsome, even with wings." He kisses his cheek gently after speaking. "I feel like I haven't kissed you in years." He commented softly, tone playful and teasing.

"It’s only been four days since you’ve kissed me, silly." Y/N replies back, his own tone mirroring the villain’s playfulness. His exhaustion only a hint within his body, but no longer in his voice or expression. "I know Y/N, I was just kidding." Tomura chuckles again, still holding him tightly in his arms. "But I sure need a couple more kisses to make up for those days without your sweet kisses." He adds with a mischievous grin and adoring red eyes. "...my sweet healer." He adds, as he strokes your forehead with a soft touch of his fingers.

Y/N’s heart swooned at Tomura's chuckle and mischievous grin. Visibly melting at the nickname, he giggles. Indulging himself into the other man’s touch and affectionate love he’d always had for Y/N. "How long have you been keeping in that pet name in for, sweetheart?" He asked before pressing his lips to the villain, lips pressing tenderly and slow against Tomura’s chapped ones.

The white haired man groans happily at Y/N’s kiss, enthusiastically moving his lips in sync. "I've been thinking of it for a while..." Tomura chuckles out, gently kissing Y/N again in the same manner. "You know I enjoy giving you nicknames, my sweet healer." He adds. The healer breathes out a chuckle, pressing his lips softly to Tomura's in a longer kiss. Conveying his appreciation and love towards his partner.

"I've missed you so much, Tomura."

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

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i think it’s interesting how there are a lot of similarities between the playable cryo characters: they all tend to have contradicting personality traits, they deal with isolation/loneliness, and due to these factors they are emotionally repressed. i think cryo vision theories differ so much from each other because they have so much in common, and this makes it difficult to pinpoint how exactly these characters get their visions.

but personally, i believe that cryo visions have less to do with any of these things, and more to do with the concept of preservation.

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think about it: there is already evidence of cryo having a rather…unnatural property of being able to preserve living beings. in xiangling’s story quest, we learn that a man from springvale was frozen for around three hundred years by a cryo regisvine (and managed to survive after all those years). similarly, in dragonspine (a region with an abundance of cryo energy) there are blocks of ice which are able to preserve elemental beings and living creatures without killing them…

now here is where we delve into the characters (well, at least all of them except aloy, who doesn’t have a vision story for some reason)…

i’ve come to the conclusion that a common theme of cryo visions is the desire to preserve something.

in shenhe’s case, this meant preservation of oneself (or survival). her story is simple: by gaining a vision during her struggle with a monstrous god, she was able to tip the scales in her favor and well, win and survive.

rosaria’s situation is quite similar. after she was captured by bandits, her life was a constant battle against hunger and cold. her cryo vision is what ultimately allowed her to gain the respect of the bandits, which was essential for her survival as she had already been driven by hunger and worn down from hard labor…

eula’s survival mechanism is definitely more of a mental struggle rather than a life-or-death situation, but in her vision story it is quite literally referred to as “her means of self-preservation” so… i think this one fits perfectly

qiqi’s vision manifested right before she was about to die, and in that moment she wanted to stop the flow of time. she didn’t want to die, she wanted to preserve her life and the memories of a happy past with her family…

now kaeya’s is one that confuses me a lot, because i can’t decide if his vision can be traced back to a survival instinct he felt during his fight with diluc, or if it’s something more complex involving his ties to khaenri’ah

the other one that i’m very unsure about is chongyun, mainly because he had three major ambitions when he received his vision: “become the greatest exorcist in liyue, control his abundance of yang energy, and rid the world of evil spirits.” personally i think controlling his yang energy would involve him preserving some kind of “emotional homeostasis” so that kind of works… i guess…

but it’s also important to note that preservation can extend to other things as well…

take diona, who desperately “wishes for her father to always be the man that she admires.”in other words, she wanted to preserve that positive perception of him

then there’s ayaka, who felt obligated to preserve the prosperity of the kamisato clan alongside her brother (who had just become the new clan head) as her mother lay sick and dying…

and as a pacifist who cares deeply for all living things, preserving the peace in liyue after the archon war was of prime importance to ganyu, and it seemed to be on her mind as she became secretary in the government and got a vision

i feel like there are many holes in this theory but there were also so many things that lined up, so i just wanted to make a post about it. i’m curious to know what everyone thinks, so please tell me 👀 (if anyone actually ends up reading a post this long and disorganized smehdmjdjd)

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I can’t believe it is even necessary to write this post but I’ve been in the @bl-bracket final tags and apparently it is!

Y’all. My friends. My pals. My blogs I don’t actually know but I’m sure are run by lovely people. Please be serious for one second and consider Bad Buddy episode 5 aka an absolutely perfect episode of television aka the best episode of any bl ever.

This episode is all about Pat’s journey through his queer awakening. It’s about him finally realizing what these feelings he’s been having for Pran for years actually are. It’s about him recontextualizing everything they’ve experienced together with that new lens, and finally understanding that they fell the fuck in love in high school and never got the chance to act on it. It’s about him finally comprehending why he’s so desperate to be near Pran all the time and why Pran sometimes looks at him in a way he doesn’t get. It’s about him finally catching up to Pran who has understood all of this the whole time because he has always been clued in to his own queerness and hyper aware of what he feels for Pat.

And as soon as Pat understands, literally at the first possible moment, he acts on it. In a way we rarely see from characters in romance dramas at all, let alone bl. Once he realizes what these feelings are he goes straight to Pran wearing his heart on his sleeve, clarifies what they are to each other, kisses the hell out of him, and invites Pran to kiss him right back. And it’s a great kiss. A fantastic beat for beat physical manifestation of the emotions Pat and Pran are processing as well as an excellent high heat kiss between two actors with amazing chemistry. Anyone who was there in fandom when it happened will never forget it. We were stunned! It was unprecedented!

If that wasn’t enough, the show gives us the immediate aftermath of the kiss, when with zero dialogue Pat and Pran react exactly as they should - Pat heaving a relieved sigh and giving Pran that exhausted and exultant smile, and Pran looking at him with nothing but sadness. Because Pat is still catching up. He’s reveling in something inside him finally clicking into place. But Pran? Pran has already thought this through from every possible angle and he knows exactly how impossible this is. Everything that’s going to happen next is on their faces as we pull back from the kiss. This kiss, and everything it represents, is the catalyst that drives the narrative from here on out.

There is simply no better executed kiss in any bl drama, period. Nothing else comes close when you consider the character work, the perfect pacing, the narrative importance, and the technical mastery that went into it. It absolutely must be given its due.