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hand in hand | lee jihoon

SYNOPSIS. in which you take your boyfriend to a work outing. PAIRING. lee jihoon x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship, a lil comfort WARNINGS. mention of alcohol and reader being a lil tipsy, just jihoon's love language secretly being physical touch w the right person, some self-doubt n insecurity on his side :(( WORD COUNT. 1.5k

requested by anon: woozi + #43 list 1 - #43: "I love your laugh."

notes: i promised myself i would try to write n post a fic for the event every 2 days but i'm def not sticking to that .. anyway i hope u all enjoy this 😔🫶 not entirely proud of how this was written dijdissnnd

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Jihoon doesn't know why he's here, knowing that he doesn't share any hint of knowledge about finance and corporate interests. All of it makes him feel like he's a fish out of water.

The food is good, though. He won't lie about that. But the air reeks of alcohol and burnt meat at this point, and Jihoon is genuinely surprised no one has passed out drunk yet. He can feel the tiredness seeping into his eyelids as he peers around tensely, knowing that he definitely only exchanged a singular hi, nice to meet you with everyone before sitting down.

He checks his watch for the time, and also mindlessly checks the time on his phone too as if it was going to miraculously display a different hour. But it doesn't. It's still 10:34 PM, and Jihoon contemplates how much longer he must endure this social ordeal as he'd rather be in the comfort of his place...

...with you.

Jihoon barely processes the way his face lights up when his eyes land back on you emerging from the restroom. He's already picking up his body from how slouched he was sitting down moments ago. A small smile stretches across his face, momentarily erasing the look of social exhaustion.

His eyes follow you until you sit yourself down in the seat next to him, a cute, eager grin plastered across your face. Jihoon catches the slightly flushed look to your features from some of the drinking you've done earlier, but it only adds to your charm even more.

Under the table, he feels your hand sliding into his even while you're goofily greeting everyone for the third time tonight, fingers intertwining together as if you've never left. Jihoon's heart does a little jump at the touch, glancing around the table to see if anyone has noticed. But everyone seems too engrossed in their own conversations to pay much attention.

Jihoon knows that you're popular at work, and it's hard not to see why. The entire restaurant glows at the sight of you, or perhaps that's only what he sees.

It kind of makes him wonder if it was really necessary to let you drag him along. He hasn't contributed much to the entire outing except for being able to fill an empty chair. And yet, you were very excited to invite him as your plus one when everyone else only brought themselves.

But then again, he doesn't seem to mind that much𑁋he gets to hold your hand, gets to steal endless glances at your face and watch you enjoy yourself, knowing that at the end of the night you'll be coming home with him, and that's enough to make this evening bearable.

There's a squeeze to his hand, and Jihoon glances down before flickering back up to your face. You're peering at him with sleepy eyes, a lopsided smile, a small bit of dried sauce at the corners of your lips. Yet, there's some worry in there etched between the lines. He knows it's directed towards him.

He squeezes back your hand reassuringly, and before you can say anything, one of your coworkers taps on your shoulder to redirect your attention. Jihoon hardly catches what they say, but the laugh you let out a minute later is music to his ears. It's a hearty, genuine laugh that fills the air around the restaurant; it's the only sound he could discern among everyone else's' laugh.

However, his chest tightens ever so slightly, and his smile falters a little. His grip on your hand tightens subconsciously.

"And didn't Y/N have to hide under Seokmin's desk? Just because they were eating when it wasn't their break?"

"But I ended up getting in trouble anyways!" Your hand lets go of Jihoon's briefly to swat playfully at your coworker, then it isn't long until your hands lock together again. He really likes it when you do that. "And it's all because Seokmin couldn't keep his mouth shut!"

Jihoon doesn't know how much longer the conversation lasts because he's too busy playing with your hand, tracing aimlessly along the lines of your palm with his thumb. There's a nagging feeling tugging at the seams of his mind that's a bit too hard to brush off. He continues stealing glances at you, catching the way your eyes sparkle as you listen intently to another story from a coworker.

You look happy, genuinely happy, and a part of him wants nothing more than to keep that smile on your face.

When it was finally time for your coworkers to all start leaving one-by-one, Jihoon finds himself lingering near you, practically hovering as you bid your goodbyes and exchange your hugs with everyone. By the time it was the two of you left outside the restaurant, you trail towards your boyfriend laggardly, nearly collapsing on him in the process.

"I'm so tired," You mumble into his shoulder, before pulling away and reaching for his hand. "Think I'm going to pass out when we get home."

Jihoon just chuckles quietly. "But you had a lot of fun, right?"

A dreamy curve makes its way across your lips as you nod.

"Hmm, yeah," You reply lazily, somewhat tipsily. "Lots of fun."

The cool night air brushes against your skin as you walk together, the streets quiet and empty save for the occasional passing car. Jihoon can feel the weight of exhaustion in his bones as well, and the weight of your body leaning on him only adds to it, but he doesn't mind.

Your hands swing back and forth together as you stroll along the sidewalk, the soft glow of streetlights casting gentle shadows around you. Despite the tiredness, a warm contentment settles over Jihoon.

"Are you okay?"

Jihoon turns to you. "What?"

"I asked if you were okay," You repeat, a bit more softer this time. "You were just a bit quiet earlier."

He blinks a few times.

"Ah," is all Jihoon could respond with right now, because he doesn't know exactly how to answer that. He's fine, he knows he is, but there's a bit of unease in each step he takes.

You hang your head low to the ground as if in guilt. "I'm sorry for kind of forcing you to come with me. Just wanted your company, you know?"

Jihoon just shakes his head. "No, it's okay." Then he brings his eyes down too. "Seeing you happy made me happy. It was worth it."

You smile at that, just barely, though you swear there's still something else he isn't telling you. But you don't press on though, choosing to let some quietness roll over instead. The heaviness in your head had manage to slither its way to your own footsteps. You really can't wait to finally sleep.

Jihoon's grip on your hand is somewhat loose. Even though on the outside it may appear normal, you've held his hand one too many times to know when something is amiss.

"I don't... bore you, right?"

You stop in your tracks to face him. "Bore me?"

"It's ridiculous, I know," Jihoon says bashfully, immediately regretting asking that. "It's just... You were laughing a lot earlier. It's been a while since I've heard you laugh that much."

Your eyes wander over him, peering at him as if he's said the most strangest thing ever. Then you let out lighthearted scoff, letting yourself step closer to him.

"Hey, look at me," You urge him, tugging slightly on his hand for him to bring his eyes up to you. "Please?"

And so he does, meeting your gaze with a flicker of confusion. You hold his eyes for a few moments before you start to struggle, almost like you’re in a staring contest. Then a blush creeps up your cheeks, blossoming across your face like a freshly bloomed flower. A soft, nervous giggle escapes your lips, starting as a quiet chuckle before growing into a hearty blend of laughter.

For a second, Jihoon is a bit puzzled, before he feels a laugh of his own tumble out of his chest. "Why are you laughing?"

"Because you're cute."

"And that... makes you laugh?"

"It makes me happy," You answer witfully. "You make me happy. And just because I'm not laughing doesn't mean you're boring me."

Jihoon just gazes at you both dazedly and fondly, and the more he does so, the more it has you giggling even more. It could be from the alcohol earlier and it's a sign that you should really get back home this instant, but he's simply just standing there like a confused toddler, and you're happy.

"And your laugh... Gosh, your laugh," You continue on, and there's an affectionate look in your eyes. "I love your laugh. Please laugh more like that around me or I will go insane, Jihoonie."

A small grin spreads across Jihoon's face. "Then be cute, like you are now."

"Deal," You quip tauntingly, bringing his hand up to your lips to place a small kiss on before the two of you continue strolling down the sidewalk.

The silence takes over for some time, a comfortable silence that isn't heavy or awkward this time, only the tapping of your shoes against the pavement and the occasional rustle of leaves in the cool night breeze filling the space.

"I love your laugh, too."

You pick your head back up, gazing at him with sleepy, half-lidded eyes. "What did you say?"

Jihoon hesitates, before smiling bashfully.

"I said that I love you."

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[gussypatatasfritas]

"Do you think you'll kill for me one day?"

English is not my native language, so apologies for any mistakes, it's my first post!!

MINORS DO NO INTERACT

HAZBIN HOTEL CHARACTERS

Alastor

Alastor has absolute devotion to you; you are the only person he has desired sexually and romantically in his entire existence. Would he kill for you? Of course, there's no doubt, he would rip off a limb just to give it to you. Don't get me wrong, he adores and loves you, but he tries not to show too much vulnerability to you, though from time to time he adores showing you just how much he loves you.

-Yes, of course I will, my darling.

His beautiful voice utters those words in your ear seconds after your question.

A shiver runs down your spine as he passes his crimson claws over your arms before embracing you around the waist.

He rests his chin on your shoulder; you can feel his chest against your back. You close your eyes and sigh with a smile, your heart filled with complete love and devotion that you know is reciprocated by him.

Alastor is a sinner, a demon, a monster, lethal. His mission is to take over Hell and rule it, but if after achieving it you asked for Hell as a gift, he would give it to you. OF COURSE HE WOULD KILL FOR YOU.

Vox

Vox has a mix of love, possession, and desire for you. He wants to protect you from the bastards who might try to corrupt you, such as Valentino, but at the same time, he corrupts you, dismantles and reassembles you at his whim. He loves seeing you at your deepest to then save you, even though it was he who put you there.

-Yes, of course I will, my darling. —he says with a smile before shooting a stranger standing right next to him with a gun.

He is sitting in a red leather armchair, and you are kneeling right next to his legs, with your head resting on his thighs. He strokes your head just after murdering that stranger.

Although he can kill for you, deep down you know that when you bore him, you'll be the one lying on the floor with blood spilled.

Valentino

-No, bitch. -he laughs out loud after saying it.

He takes your face between his fingers and blows the disgusting smoke in your face, making you cough.

"You're just a pet, learn your place," he continues.

His laughter echoes throughout the room, seeking to maximize his own enjoyment as well as your pain. He throws you to the ground, knowing perfectly well that you're so attached to him that you'll end up forgiving him for everything.

And he's right.

Lucifer

What if he would kill for you? Friend, he would kill God for you, he would renounce Heaven again for you, you are his religion, he lives to make you happy and knows very well how to do it.

-Yes, of course I will, my darling.

He says haltingly between your legs, you can only see his precious and shining eyes looking at you, while his tongue sinks between your walls, he keeps your hips still with his hands to prevent spasms from making you move involuntarily.

You moan in response, arching your back ready to receive everything he wants to give you, your husband is a great partner in bed, his glow is so great, he's simply a precious fallen angel and he wants to make you feel good as much as he can.

Obviously, he would kill for you.

[eyehearthoshi]

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ bang chan as enfj tropes

pairing ⟢ bang chan x gn!reader

warnings ⟢ mbti stuff lol. generalizations about enfjs and chan (i don’t know him personally obviously). not proofread oops!

wc ⟢ 949 (she short sorry)

author’s note ⟢ chan is pretty much the biggest enfj who ever enfj-ed so i knew i needed to make something mbti related for him!! mbti is a BIG hyperfixation of mine and i’ll probably do these for other idols in the future. i apologize in advance!

(this post inspired me to research more into mbti tropes)

➊ matchmaker crush aka the main character tries to help another character get with a love interest but oops!! the main character starts falling in love with the one they are helping…

oh i can see this clear as day because chan is very focused on helping other people. (i’m pretty sure he’s said before that he likes feeling needed by others??) so imagine if you came up to him asking for help with wooing your crush, he’d be so ready because you’re his friend!!! and he wants you to be happy!!!

and so he’s trying to set up situations where your crush could bump into you on “accident” and you can spend time with them (walks in the park, coffee shop hangouts, etc.) he’s talking you up to your crush when you aren’t there to show them how awesome you are. that kind of stuff.

problem is, he’s simultaneously realizing how awesome you are.

like he already knew how cool of a friend you are, but now he’s thinking about how cool of a s/o you would be.

i think he would freak out a little bit, not because he is uncomfortable with these type of feelings, but because you trusted him with helping and now he’s out here with the biggest heart eyes for you.

enfj’s dominant function is fe or extroverted feeling which means that they often prioritize others’ wants and needs before their own. chan would probably hold back his own feelings for as long as he could because he knows you want to be with someone else.

chan would kinda be jealous of you hanging out with your crush, but he hates feeling that way cause he thinks he’s being selfish.

(obviously this could end in angst with chan still loving you as you fall in love with another OR…it could end happily because i said so!! there is too much sadness in the world ok we are getting a happy ending!!)

maybe you saw how much effort chan put into helping you and how much he cares about your happiness and you’re suddenly like “who did i have a crush on again?” you realize you’d rather be hanging out with chan instead of the person you used to like.

you’d definitely have to be the one to confess on this one because chan doesn’t want to jeopardize the relationship you already have (plus, you know, he thinks you like someone else).

he’d probably be so shocked and happy when you told him!! like finally he can share all the feelings he’s been hiding from you! we just need more stories where the enfj isn’t the second lead ok i said it!!

➋ can dish it out, but can’t take it aka main character is a coy flirt with their s/o, but if their s/o flirts back they get flustered af

yeah, everyone, i didn’t actually find the real names for these tropes, but you know what i’m talking about right??

chan sometimes flirts with stays but the second anyone compliments him, he is suddenly bashful. i feel like this would easily translate over in his romantic life too.

enfjs are pretty good at appearing calm and cool when they’re actually nervous inside so chan is probably always a little flustered when he’s flirting with you, but this flustered feeling only gets worse when you decide to flirt back.

like imagine him saying cheesy pickup lines to you all day and giggling at your reactions, but the second you turn around and hit him with a “are you a camera? cause all i can do is smile when i see you” or a “you got a map? because i’m getting lost in your eyes” he would melt.

listen, i think chan is fully aware of his powers of flirtation, but i don’t think he would know how to respond if you took the upper hand and made him blush. he is a soft boy at his core, he told me so!

❸ knight in shining armor aka the main character likes playing the role of the protector and is always ready to defend their s/o

enfjs embody this trope because they aren’t afraid to protect and defend the people they care about (which is all people honestly lol). chan definitely gives me these vibes.

all i can think of when i picture chan and this trope is that one concert where he got so emotional and cried while talking about how he’d always protect stays. like yeah if you don’t think he’d have the same energy multiplied by ten for his s/o then i don’t know what to tell ya…

i don’t think this protectiveness stems from paranoia or anything. i moreso see it as enfj’s response to caring deeply about someone. as i mentioned, enfjs love people and they would truly defend strangers. so, when enfjs have someone who is special to them, they can’t help but feel this pull to be protective over them.

also, i must say that i don’t think chan would be one of those “protective” bfs that is actually toxic and possessive. no no, he’d be more the type to have you call him while you walk to your car at night so he knows you’re safe or the one to notice if you’re not feeling well before you do and offer to get you medicine/take you home/etc.

chan seems like someone who notices small things about people and uses that to be tuned in to other’s emotions. if you were dating him, he would definitely give you his jacket when you are cold. just remember to hold his hand to warm him up in return <3

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

i loved reading 9000 rpm and i love the ending you gave them, but i really wanted to read their second time/reunion in more detail. any chance we could get that from peeta's pov?

The following is RATED E for explicit sexual content and explicit language.

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Peeta waits at a redlight, his heart accelerating the closer he gets to Katniss’s house. He grips the steering wheel and doesn’t even try to stop them this time. The memories that fly at him, of Katniss on top of him, surrounding him. Her wet clothes still clinging to her skin in places, her exhales on his face as warm and humid as the night around them. Her lips kiss swollen and parted as she moved. Bucking on him and driving him to the brink until she’d leaned back too far and they’d accidentally honked the horn.

He knows it won’t be like that. They’re not sixteen anymore. They’re parents. And even though Katniss was his first on that sweltering, rain drenched summer night, she hasn’t been his only. He knows better than to believe that what he felt that night could happen again. And yet, his hands still shake slightly with the nerves of a boy approaching his first love.

Glancing over at the passenger seat, he smiles, and soft warmth flows through him along with the jittery nerves, thinking about the way she kissed him just a few hours ago. The way she so unwittingly handed him back a burning torch of hope. 

Or maybe she knew exactly what she was doing, he thinks as the light turns green and he drives the last mile. He guides his truck down Katniss’s driveway, not knowing what to expect. It’s late and she may have already gone to bed. He probably should have called first, but he has keys to her garage. If she’s already asleep, he’ll just work on the Mustang until he can get his hopes under control. That won’t be anything new.

Only, there are lights still on inside the house. Several windows glow with their warmth. And as he puts the truck in park, someone steps out of the front door onto the porch.

Peeta forces himself to grab her shawl from the seat beside him and not think about how good and how right it felt to have her in his arms again tonight. To have her lips not only moving with his but so eagerly returning his own pent up need and desire through their kisses.

She’s leaning against the post at the top of the porch stairs as he climbs them. He notices that she’s changed into pajama pants and a loose, comfortable top. He can tell from the soft wispy flyaways from her braid that catch the wind that she’s showered and washed her hair. Did she want to wash his touch off of her skin? Or was it just a regular shower at the end of a long day? She’s wearing an inscrutable look on her face, but he’s gotten used to that. The trick is to get her talking. Then he’ll be able to figure out what’s on her mind.

But she’s already on the porch. Without him giving her warning. Which means she was awake. Maybe waiting for him to call or show up here. She heard or saw him pull up. Which means at the very least, she isn’t pushing him away just yet.

As if in a trance, he holds up her shawl and something flickers in her gaze as she reaches for it. Trying to tease that look into words, Peeta yanks his hand back, denying her the shawl and smiling at the faint annoyance in her expression. Arms crossed, eyebrow quirked up.

“You never answered my question,” she says and his heart thuds with a kick of more hope. So they won’t be ignoring or avoiding what happened.

Buoyed with new confidence, Peeta drapes her shawl around her shoulders and pulls her up against his body. A thrill going through him as she lets him. As she falls against his chest, tilting her head up to look at him. Her hands clenching into his shirt. It’s like something out of his dreams and his breath seizes in his chest as he tries to cool it. To not let his hopes run too far ahead of him.

“What do I want next?” He repeats her question and she nods, humming in assent, and for half a second, he thinks she’s looking at his mouth.

But as desperately as Peeta wants to kiss her again, he wants her to know, more than anything, he wants her to know all the wild, the sappy, the pathetically in love thoughts he’s buried beneath concrete walls and scorched rubber, running away from his own feelings as though it’d get him anywhere. Like he wasn’t stuck on a race track, burning himself in circles trying not to love her.

But with that quick little glance at his mouth and the way her eyes gleam when she looks up at his eyes, the words burst free in a torrent he has no hope of controlling anymore. Not after the way she kissed him tonight. 

“I want to wake in the morning tomorrow, roll over, and kiss you awake,” he says and he can hear it when her breath catches. That little sound may be an invitation or a warning, but he still can’t stop the words.

“I want to see Raven run into the kitchen, excited to begin the day and wondering what’s for breakfast. I want to be here when she catches the bus and wave to her from the end of the driveway. Blow her kisses so she knows how much I love her before she goes to school. I want to hold you in the rain, the sunshine, through every season and every step of our lives. I want to whisper in your ear how radiant you are and how you make air scarce every time you smile at me or laugh. I want to kiss you, love you, fall asleep beside you every night. I want to have silly fights with you, over what movie we’re going to watch and then spend the night making you moan my name to the sky instead when we can’t agree. I want to build that car in the garage with you and our daughter, then make love to you on the finished hood late one night. I want to watch Raven grow and blossom and fight for what she wants. I want a chance to hold a newborn baby with your eyes, to be there for every step of that journey, but I understand if you don’t want that. Raven is more than enough. I want to wake up one morning and realize we’ve grown old together, with a fridge covered in art and pictures. So many that we have to start covering the dishwasher or the walls. I want the muck and the grime of life but also the starlight and the dreams, and I want it all with you, Katniss.”

She might as well know it all and if she can’t handle it, if it breaks them and tears them apart for good, he’ll just have to find a way to put himself back together later. She blinks at him once, slowly. And he’s just happy that she hasn’t shoved him backwards down the stairs, when she speaks.

“Is that all?” Her words are soft, quiet, but the smile curling over her lips sends Peeta’s heart thumping madly. 

“I figure it’s a start.”

“Well then. Come inside and we’ll get started.”

She steps backwards, her hands in his shirt and his hands still clenching the shawl around her shoulders mean that he has to step with her. He gives her a quiet warning when they reach the door, so she doesn’t trip, but Katniss just leans back against it and it falls open for them.

Once he’s across the threshold, he doesn’t want to let go of her. He’s terrified that the second he drops the shawl, she’s going to come to her senses and push him away again.

Katniss must sense this, or she’s too impatient to wait on him to figure it out, because she leans into him, reaching behind him to fling the door shut. They both wince at the sound and Peeta glances over her shoulder, checking to see who else might be awake.

“Is Raven…?”

“Fast asleep,” Katniss murmurs. “So is Aunt Laverne. It’s just us right now.”

He turns back to her, leaning forward until his nose brushes hers, letting her sultry tone wash over him. Following her step by step. He assumes they’ll be stopping at the couch. Sitting and talking. Maybe kissing and making out, but Katniss keeps going.

In the hallway, he twists his wrists, wrapping more of the shawl around his fists as her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders. Her fingers toy with his hair and he shivers slightly, watching her through his half closed eyes for any signs of reluctance or doubt.

But Katniss keeps walking them deeper into the house. He can feel her breaths picking up speed as they tease over his parted lips. He wants to drink her down, to live on her exhales as he waits for her to whisper his name or say something, anything, to confirm that she’s already as deep into this as he is. That he’s not dreaming and about to be rudely awakened, alone in his bed and reaching for her where she never is, never has been, and never will be.

He follows her across the threshold of her bedroom and swallows, letting his eyes close and expecting the alarm to go off or his body to yank him out of this dream. He pulls on the shawl as he hears the door close behind him. Her weight falls into him and he feels her standing on her toes, her lips brushing his.

If he’s dreaming, he decides, then he’s going to wring every possible drop of joy from this dream. He opens his eyes to gaze down at her, at the soft way she’s looking up at him. It’s not quite the way she looked at him that night all those years ago, when they were sixteen and a solid finish, some starlight and rain combined to make magic out of the air. No, this look is different. Deeper, somehow. So profound that it pulls him towards her.

Peeta wants to ask her if he’s dreaming or if this is real. Instead, he closes the remaining distance between them. She whimpers slightly and plasters herself to his body. And her mouth. The lips and mouth that sass him over the radio or over the open hood of a car work just as hard now to destroy every last chance he had of keeping his hopes in check. Because she kisses him back, with the same fervor she showed in the garage earlier tonight. Perhaps even more.

It’s too much for him to handle, so he diverts his mouth to kiss over her cheek, to her ear as she leans into him even more and sighs his name.

“Peeta.” The sound of it nearly breaks him as he considers hoisting her into the air and throwing her on the bed.

But no. He’s waited too long to rush this. Instead, he continues to kiss along the side of her neck, inhaling the fresh scent of her soap on her skin and savoring the taste of her. The breathy way she moans and whispers his name. Allows himself to fall headlong into the feel of her pulling on his hair and writhing in his arms.

“Please. Please,” she whimpers and then they’re moving again. Her feet guide them towards the bed. His heart thuds and his already half hard cock throbs to life.

“Katniss, wait,” he murmurs and tries to pull back, scared that if they move too fast, they’ll only ruin this. Certain he’s right when Katniss steps out of his embrace and the shawl finally falls to the floor.

His hands hover in the air and he watches her as she pulls her shoulders back, lifts her chin. “Wait? Wait for what? I’ve waited too long already.”

And with that hanging in the air between them, she pulls her top up and over her head, discarding it on the floor with the shawl. He’s struck dumb with her beauty, just for a moment. Until she reaches behind her to unclasp her bra, snapping him out of it.

“Wait,” he says again, stepping towards her and skimming his hands over her exposed skin, her belly now softer, perhaps a remnant of carrying Raven. Her shoulders, which he’s seen before of course, but in this new light, with this new freedom to touch her, he leans forwards and kisses along their ridge. Until she shivers and whispers his name again. 

“Wait for me to do that,” he tells her and skims his hands up her back to her bra, even as he bends his head to kiss her again. 

As soon as her bra hits the floor, Katniss starts grappling with his shirt and he smiles as they tear it up his torso and he lifts his arms. They laugh when their movements make him elbow his own ear. They’re still smiling as Katniss steps back, her hands roaming over his naked chest and her eyes fixed on where she’s touching. He takes the chance to steal glimpses of her naked breasts. But even that can’t distract him from the shivers and erotic thrill of having her hands all over him. Then her mouth as she maps his chest with kisses. He lets his head fall back then and tangles his hand in her hair, massaging the back of her scalp as she lays waste to the last of his defenses.

Her warm lips pressing kisses to his skin. Her nails scratching at his chest hair. Her tongue darting out to taste his nipples. He takes every second of delicious torment, all the while his desire, his need for her mounting higher, until he’s straining painfully against the constriction of his jeans.

“Katniss, fuck,” he murmurs and curses when she takes a nip at him and lifts questioning eyes to his. He pulls her up and against his chest, grinning when she shivers in his arms and rubs herself on his chest. “You like that?”

“Maybe. Why?” she says and he traces his thumb slowly over her lower lip.

“Because if you don’t tell me, I’m going to find out anyway. I’ll find every little thing that turns you on or drives you crazy. Give me the chance, Katniss, and I will make you sing with pleasure until you’re hoarse.”

With a full body shudder, she leans into him and grins, mischief blinking in her eyes. “Not if I’m busy learning every little thing that turns you on and driving you crazy with need.”

Her hand slips down his body and cups him through his jeans. She gasps comically and smiles when he bucks into her touch. When his grip on her tightens, limiting her movement.

“Are you seriously gonna make this a competition?” he teases. She bites her lip and shakes her head.

“Not a competition. A shared goal. We’re still a team, after all,” she says, right before their lips meld together again. Her hand on his neck and the one on his cock scrambles his thoughts, all he can do is follow her. Follow her lead as she takes a few more steps backwards and then turns them so that Peeta’s the one backing up. He lets her lead, sinking into her touch on him. He’s so absorbed with their kisses, with the feel of her heated naked skin pressed so intimately to his, that he’s unaware of almost everything else until something presses into the backs of his knees and he crumples.

Katniss follows him, straddling him where he sits on the end of the bed, her fingers tangling in his hair and tugging while they keep kissing, exhaling soft whispers into one another’s mouths, touching everywhere and anywhere they can reach. He slides one hand down into the back of her pants and grips her ass enough to pull her tight against his erection. He smiles against her lips at the little squeal in the back of her throat that causes.

“Alright, then. A shared goal,” he murmurs to her as she starts grinding on him. Her eyes flutter and she moans into his mouth. “Like this. You like this. Feeling me hard up against your lips, knowing you do this to me.”

“Peeta,” she gasps, but he doesn’t stop. “You… you like this too.”

“Damn right I do. Would you like to know how many times I’ve dreamt of us like this? How many times I stroked my cock thinking about you warm and writhing in my lap, looking at me exactly like you’re looking at me now.”

His words spark something in her and she twists out of his grasp, not entirely, just enough to kiss down his chest, towards his waist. To push his thighs wider and kneel between them. When she nips at his side, he flinches and leans back, curious how far she’s willing to take things tonight. He bites back a groan as her fingers work his belt loose and then his jeans open. She flicks a burning gaze up at him then and smirks.

“These come off now,” she says and Peeta obediently leans back on his palms, lifts his hips, watches her drag his clothes down his legs. Watches her eyes following the bob and sway of his cock as it lurches free of the removed clothing.

In his dreams, she’s always a little cock shy. He supposes that’s a hold over from when they were sixteen and she hesitated before touching him. Before taking him inside her. But Katniss now is riveted to the sight of him, even as she tugs off his boots and flings aside the mess of his jeans, shorts, boots, and one of his socks. Before he can tease her for her eagerness, she boldly wraps her fingers around his tip and swipes her thumb across the head. He has to bite his lip to contain a loud groan.

And that’s before she lowers her head and swipes her tongue in her thumb’s wake.

“Shit. Katniss,” he warns, his hands fisting the coverlet as she kisses and licks her way down one side of his shaft then up the other.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about this,” she teases and he laughs slightly.

“Of course I have. I just wasn’t expecting this tonight.”

“What were you expecting then?”

“Honestly? Some cuddling on the couch. More kissing. Maybe a little under the shirt groping. And the serious need to jerk off in the shower later.”

“So I should back up and—“

“Don’t you dare,” he blurts out and Katniss grins at him. Right before she starts gliding her hand loosely up and down his shaft. The pressure of her touch just enough to make his brain fuzz over with pleasure, but not enough to get him started toward release.

“Why not? Do you like this, Peeta?”

He releases a heavy breath as she presses another almost sweet kiss to his head. His fingers ache from gripping the sheets and he nods dumbly. “Yes. I like it way too much. Your touch on me is…so fucking good, Katniss.” 

“Show me then,” she says and rises up on her feet until she can kiss him full on the mouth again, her hand on his cock still lightly stroking him. “Show me how to do this for you.”

For half a second, jealousy streaks through him. The words burn on his tongue, wanting to tell her that whatever she’s done to suck off Gale or Thom will probably work on him too. But that isn’t fair. He knows it isn’t fair. Besides, he doesn’t know for sure that she’s ever sucked their cocks. That’s the root of it, isn’t it? he thinks. He has no idea and it’s always driven him half mad, thinking of her with them.

But another memory rises up to help him swallow and dismiss the burst of jealousy.  Audrey on her knees, pushing him up against her front door, working his cock with her hands and her mouth, leaving a ring of bright red lipstick on his cock before he left her to go to work with Katniss one day. 

Peeta has no room to complain, he knows. So he lets it take wing and fly from his heart as he caresses Katniss’s cheek. What’s important is that they’re together, here and now, he thinks as he caresses back to the nape of her neck. He grabs hold of her braid and twists once, so her hair is wrapped tight around his fist.

“Kiss the tip again, please,” he says, his voice gruff and foreign to his ears, but Katniss’s eyes brighten and she smiles slightly before dropping to her knees again and lowering her head.

He groans and forces himself to keep his eyes open. To watch her even as the tendrils of pleasure start to burn through him at the feel of her lips pressing another delicate kiss to his tip before her tongue swirls around his head.

“Oh god,” he groans, trying to keep it quiet. His grip on her braid tightens and she tilts her head to look up at him for just a moment.

“Oh yeah, you like this a lot, don’t you?” She teases before she slides her lips down and over him, encasing about a quarter of his cock in her mouth. And it takes everything in him not to push himself further into the deliriously warm wetness of her mouth when she starts to suck.

“Oh fuck me. Katniss. Yes. Just… just like that.”

The next sounds he makes are garbled and unintelligible as she sucks on him and her fist wrapped around his base keeps stroking at a maddeningly steady pace. He can’t see her mouth on him at this angle, only her dark hair wrapped around his fist, his fingers clinging to the back of her head as she bobs and sucks at him. But even that is enough to blow all his long held fantasies out of the water.

And he can’t help it. He lifts his hips into her, pushes slightly, desperate to have more of his cock in her mouth. She takes it, moaning softly and only driving him closer to breaking.

“Ung, Katniss. Please,” he gasps. “Do that again. Moan like that again.” 

He curses when she does, gripping tight to her scalp, his body shaking with the need to snap, to fuck her mouth until he comes down her throat. Only a thin thread of control holds him in check enough to pull her off his cock instead. Up towards his mouth until he can kiss her lips. Their tongues tangle wildly and she places a hand flat on his chest, pushing him back and ending the kiss before he’s ready for it to be over. 

“Stop it. I’m busy sucking your cock here. Or hadn’t you noticed?” She says with a saucy lilt to her voice.

Where, he wonders, has this side of her been all these years? Another kick of jealousy hits him as he realizes she’s probably been like this the whole time. Just not with him. He’s choking on that jealousy, trying to swallow it down when her smile cracks slightly.

“Unless… you don’t like what I’m doing?”

“Don’t… of course I fucking like it, Katniss,” he says and motions towards his lap. His dick cooperates and lurches in anticipation of her mouth on him again. “You have no idea how much I’m holding back right now.”

“But… you’ve been with women who can probably do this better. Who’ve had more practice than I have.” His pulse skips at that. At her words implying she actually hasn’t gone down on Thom or Gale enough to feel confident in this. He reaches for her with his free hand and traces her lips. 

“Doesn’t matter. They weren’t you.” He whispers. “Even when I thought I was in love with someone else, you’ve always been there. In the back of my head. Unshakeable. And I am incredibly aroused by everything you are, everything you’ve done tonight. You could stop right now and this is still the best head anyone’s ever given me.”

She snorts at that, shaking her head slightly before lurching up to kiss him once. “Alright. In that case. Don’t come yet.”

“Huh?” he asks, dumbstruck as she pushes him back so he has to release her, to use his left hand to hold himself up as she descends once again. And despite the pause, bliss surges right back up to where it was before he made her stop. Overwhelming enough to turn him into a babbling idiot, he thinks but can’t stop himself.

“Ung. Don’t stop. Just… please. Feels so fucking good. Katniss. Your mouth is like heaven.”

She giggles around his cock and the vibrations only make him grasp tighter to her braid. They work together, his hand and his words guiding her. Until he can’t do much more than grunt and moan and gasp out her name.

“Fuck. Almost. Katniss. Please?” he begs and then whines when she not only slides her mouth off his cock, but stands up. A tug on his wrist and he releases her hair as she steps back, out of his reach.

Aching and throbbing with need, Peeta curls his freed up hand around himself. The touch does little to alleviate the pain of his denied orgasm. Especially when his grip and his jaw go comically slack as Katniss shimmies out of the rest of her clothes. All he can do is stare at her, frantically memorizing every line, every shadow on her skin, the way her dusky nipples stand erect and her dark curls spiral at the apex of her thighs.

Those curls at least are almost exactly as Peeta remembers them, but the rest of her torches his adolescent memories to the ground. Her hands graze her hips and she bites her lip as they watch one another. She breaks first.

“Oh come on,” she grumbles. “It’s not like you’ve never seen me before.”

“I’m not sure that I have,” he admits. “Not really.”

Katniss tilts her head and takes a deep breath that leads nowhere for a moment. Until she whispers one word. “And?”

Releasing a heavy breath, Peeta reaches for her. “Come here and I’ll show you.”

She laughs lightly at that, but places her hand in his. They’re both smiling as he pulls her onto his lap. As she reaches down between them and guides him straight to her center.

“What? No more foreplay?” he groans as she sinks onto him and Katniss leans forward to get the angle right, then back, taking more of him and kissing the words he’d planned right off his lips. 

“I’m done playing around, Peeta,” she whispers, her voice a little strained. “Done with running and hiding. No more games. No more PR stunt fake relationships. I just want you. Ung.”

“Are you okay?” he whispers back as she comes to rest, her face a little pinched as she stops, fully seated on him. Her thighs pressed to his and her hands hooking over Peeta’s shoulders. Her fingers toy with his hair. And she leans forward, until their foreheads touch. But she’s releasing fast, shaky breaths onto his lips.

“I’d forgotten,” she says softly and takes a few steadying breaths. “Forgotten how full I felt with you inside me. It’s… no one else makes me feel like you do, Peeta.”

“How do I make you feel?” he murmurs. 

Then her hips start to move in earnest. He grips her ass and helps her move with him, holding his gaze intent on her face, waiting for an answer and desperately trying not to succumb to the overwhelming pleasure of their joined bodies and movements. To the temptation of her head thrown back and her arching back, her breasts pushed up and exposed for him to just bend over and ravage. 

“Katniss, honey girl, tell me how I make you feel,” he practically begs and she moans before whipping her head back up and gripping his hair, not breaking her stride or slowing down. No, she speeds up, and Peeta can feel himself racing towards the end. He bites the inside of his cheek as she touches his lips almost reverently.

“Like we were made for each other,” she gasps. Her words tumble out in bursts as she moves her hips faster and harder against him. “I need… I need… need… you... Oh Peeta.”

Her moans have gotten louder. Dangerously loud. Their movements now frantic. He fights back the burning need inside him and reaches up to cover her mouth with his hand.

“Shhh, Katniss you can’t be that loud,” he whispers and she whines, her lips sliding under his palm until his fingers slip inside her mouth. Her lips close around his fingers and she sucks, sending fiery bolts up his arm, straight to his groin. “Fucking… Katniss, stop. Don’t do that or I’m gonna come right the fuck now.”

Her eyes gleam and she slows her motions until she’s just sitting on his lap. He curses again as she sucks on his fingers at the same time she squeezes her walls around his cock.

He grips her braid with his other hand and pulls until his fingers pop free of her mouth.

“You fucking tease. Finish it,” he growls and shifts his hips, just enough to push a squealing soft moan from her throat. But he gets what he wants. Katniss starts moving again.

Flattening her palms on his shoulders, she shoves him, flat onto his back on the bed. Her thrusts turn almost desperately fast and her eyes glassy as he touches her. Caresses her softly all over. The headboard starts rapping against the wall and Peeta begs her, breathless and needy as the edge looms up in front of him.

“No more games, you said,” he whispers. “Make us come, Katniss. Please. Please make us both come.”

She whimpers something like his name and he smiles, relaxing as he feels the first tremors of her release grasping at his cock. Her entire body thrashes on top of his and the sight of her caught in her orgasm, the feel of her body now gripping him tight, rapid and desperate, sends him toppling over right along with her. He sighs out her name and lets bliss carry him floating along for the ride. Shuddering as he empties himself into her.

At last. 

“Don’t stop. Don’t. Please. Peeta,” she whines and somehow, addlebrained from his own release, he responds. He digs his fingers into her hips and keeps her body moving on his. Through a few more spine tingling contractions of her pussy on him. 

“Take it, Katniss. Take what you want. Keep coming, honey girl. I’m gonna make sure you never again forget how this feels.” 

She sounds almost like she’s in pain, her nails raking down his chest and clawing into his abdomen until…

“Oh fuck, yes,” she groans, swaying like she’s drunk before collapsing on top of him.

Wrapping his arms around her, Peeta holds her, pressing soft kisses to her crown and temple, nevermind the perspiration coating them both, as she continues to tremble. Her hands clench and unclench on his chest, tugging randomly at his chest hair. But the short bursts of pain are worth it. Worth this chance to hold her in the aftermath and hope, really hope for the first time in years, that maybe this could be something extraordinary. That perhaps it already is.

He’s still inside her as they catch their breath, and Peeta caresses over her spine, enjoying the way she shivers and hums with content every so often. Although he’s quickly going soft and will probably slip free soon. Which has him thinking about her labia, all swollen and wet from their sex, and his cum seeping slowly back out. 

Peeta licks his lips just thinking about her. Remembering her taste from when they were sixteen and wondering if she still tastes the same, or if she’ll taste different. He wants to know. Needs to know.

He considers rolling her onto her back and kneeling between her thighs, spreading her lips and waiting for the first sign of his cum dripping from her before feasting on her, hopefully making her orgasm again. But Katniss lifts her head then and props her elbow on his chest to hold her head up.

“So. I think that was a good start. You?” And then she yawns, her mouth wide and the sound adorably high pitched. He grins and pulls her down for a searing kiss as soon as she’s done yawning. 

“A very good start,” he murmurs, setting aside his dirty fantasy in favor of simply holding her for now. He’s been patient this long, he decides. There’s no reason to believe that he needs to rush things or try to cram everything he’s been wanting with her into a few days.

They have time now, he realizes as she shifts on top of him and whispers an invitation. “Stay? Peeta, stay with me tonight?”

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5.3 Lily

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language,

Word Count: 500

Previously On...: Bucky got a call from Lily, wanting to know where he was. He lied to her, of course. That definitely won't come back to bite him in the ass.

A/N: Sorry this is so late going up! Had a last-minute Mother's Day dinner with the family, and then some quality time with @cazellen, and when you add on an hour+ drive each way, it ended up eating my entire evening. But! I wouldn't leave you hanging, so here is today's update, just... six hours late :(

Also, PLEASE NOTE: There is one more section of Chapter 5 to go up tomorrow, and then I will be taking a one-week break from posting so I can focus on writing. So, Chapter 6 will start on Sunday, May 19th. I probably will not be as active on here as I normally am, so if you send me a message and I don't respond right away, it's because I'm busy making more content for you!

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Lily clutched her phone to her chest, shocked. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. He had lied to her. She couldn’t believe it. Her best friend had lied to her about what he was doing and who he was with. 

She hadn’t planned on coming to the Compound that night– she’d realized she’d forgotten some files in her office that she needed to look over before she went back to work on Monday, and had just stopped in to pick them up. She figured, since she was there, she might as well go see what Bucky and Sam were up to. She didn’t want to crash their boys’ night, per se, but if they happened to invite her to join them? Well, how could she refuse such an invitation?

That’s why it came as such a shock when she rounded the corner to the rec room and saw Sam and Steve, in front of the large television, watching football together, and Bucky nowhere in sight. She hung back for a few moments, giving him the benefit of the doubt, that maybe he’d been in the bathroom, or in the kitchen grabbing snacks. But when fifteen minutes went by, then thirty, and Bucky still hadn’t shown himself, she began to worry.

She was about to barge into the room and demand answers from Sam and Steve, when she heard them talking during a commercial break.

“So, how do you think the date’s going?” Steve asked Sam.

“Knowing Tin Man, I’d usually say ‘terribly,’” Sam said with a laugh, “but this girl seems to actually like him, so who the hell knows? I guess it depends on what time he comes home tonight… or tomorrow morning, doesn’t it?” 

Lily brought a hand to her mouth to stifle her gasp as she backed away from the entrance to the rec room. 

No. No, no, no, no, no, she thought. He wouldn’t do this, wouldn’t just start seeing someone without telling her, warning her, would he? 

So, she’d called him. 

“I promised Sam we’d do guys’ night,” he’d told her at brunch, the lie coming so smoothly off his lips. But she’d heard a woman’s voice on the line with him.

Lies.

And then, he’d snapped “I already told you what I was doing… You don’t have to keep checking up on me.” He’d never used that exasperated tone with her before. Never. And to just hang up on her, without even a proper goodbye?

She felt hurt. She felt betrayed. In their years of friendship, Bucky had never lied to her before, had he? And why? Why now? Who was this girl, and what was so fucking special about her that Bucky felt the need to lie to his best friend about her? 

Lily felt like she was going to be sick.

She needed to find out who this mystery woman was, immediately. And she needed to do everything in her power to make sure Bucky never saw her again.

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*Trigger Warnings for this post discussing self harm and suicide*

So I was talking with @mgjong about Mahiru, and we noticed a few things regarding her story that I wanted to go more in detail with and highlight! First, I wanted to talk about Mahiru’s behavior during her T1 VD:

Once Es gets to the heart of the conversation and starts reminding Mahiru about her crime, the tone notably shifts here, along with Mahiru’s reaction. Her words are trailing off, her voice is notably more subdued, and of course, she does not deny that she did "kill" someone:

And then, Mahiru changes the subject, with Es even pointing it out and wondering why she’s doing this. The topics she starts talking about are very interesting too:

Mahiru: “So first things first, you should gather up all your courage and be completely transparent about yourself. Doing so will make your partner feel at ease. And they’ll start opening up about themselves more.”

What interesting topics to talk about Mahiru! Communication and transparency? Wanting your partner to open up? Why would you bring up those kinds of things here? Right after Es mentioned your crime? Were you doing it subconsciously because you were reminded of the time when you couldn't do this? Specifically for your boyfriend in mind? I don't know, it's just very interesting how this is the very first topic about love that she brings up in her VD.

Mahiru's bf:

Speaking of her bf, do I think this guy is a saint? No, definitely not. Do I think he’s some asshole who deserved to die? No, I don’t think that either. To me, the bf is just another guy. He’s human, and he failed to communicate his boundaries with Mahiru, which contributed to their conflict.

Clearly, we don’t know much about this guy, outside of Mahiru’s perception of him, but here’s how I personally interpret this guy and the role he plays in Mahiru’s story:

1. Mahiru's bf was just someone who failed to communicate and establish his boundaries with Mahiru, with his mental health getting worse as time went on for their relationship.

2. Mahiru's bf had his own mental health and self-harm issues before he had met Mahiru, which were made worse because of their relationship.

I don't think these two options have to be mutually exclusive either. But I do think there's a bit of evidence that points to her bf having mental health issues before. In one of the magazine scans in TIHTBILWY and in Q16 of her T2 interrogation, Mahiru notes that she met her bf on the university terrace, which seems innocuous enough with how Mahiru describes it:

From user @shima1408 on YouTube:

But in ILY, Mahiru's bf has also been shown to have blood on his clothing while both of them are in the forest. It is possible that he could've gotten injured while they were walking through the forest, but more importantly, Mahiru does not have any blood on her clothing. Why is Mahiru the one not injured then, but her bf is? Did he inflict those wounds on himself? Why was he on the university terrace that fateful day he and Mahiru met? Did he fall in love with Mahiru because he thought she was the one? A fated partner who stopped him on that day and could give him another chance at a happy life?

So I do think it's a possibility that this guy had mental health problems before he had met Mahiru, which she inevitably made worse due to her love. He literally could’ve just been on the terrace chilling, but the meeting detail is still pretty odd to point out. It also stands out from all of Mahiru’s existing fluff dialogue and romanticization of the event and is even noted again in an interrogation question in T2, despite having been mentioned before.

But regardless of whether or not he did, Mahiru did not recognize how her love caused a strain on her bf's mental health. So when Mahiru became more obsessive and overbearing as time went on, as well as her bf not being able to communicate his needs and establish those boundaries with her, they both ended up being mutually toxic to each other as a result of this miscommunication.

Again, this is why I think she continued to emphasize “getting to know the other person better” and “being transparent” to Es in her T1 VD, because she had failed to do this with her bf before. Not only did she change the subject to avoid talking about her sin, but she also switched to a topic she knew deep down she failed to do with her bf, so she ends up compensating for it through her conversation with Es.

Cake:

The cake in ILY obviously represents love, but it also represents hurt and pain (as shown with how Mahiru feeds the cake/rat to her bf). Because both of them are shown to be feeding the cake to each other, it shows that in this conflict, blame cannot be placed on one or the other entirely. They had both failed in the relationship, despite genuinely loving each other.

Mahiru's bf feeds her a small piece, which she takes happily. He's careful with it, making sure the piece doesn't fall it to the ground. An important thing to note: Mahiru eats the slice willingly (Mahiru is so willing to accept that pain too, huh?), and her bf does not force her to eat it:

But Mahiru gives him a much bigger piece with no hesitation. Because she thinks that's what he wants. She thinks that more of her love will help quell his exhaustion, his pain. So she feeds him a bigger, more overwhelming slice of cake. She's careless, and the slice could fall so easily. And what does she do? Force her bf to eat the cake. She does not give him a choice to not accept it.

Suicide:

Now to the main setting in ILY: it’s a literal forest, which seems to allude to the Aokigahara Forest aka the "Suicide Forest" as it's known for in real life. We know that Mahiru's bf died from suicide based on ILY and the Undercover shot where he's missing his shoe, but we still don't know the reason why Mahiru was shown to be with him before his suicide. This leads me into thinking two possible scenarios on what possibly happened:

1: Mahiru’s bf was planning to kill himself, and Mahiru somehow found out about it and tried to join him, but had failed in doing so.

2: Both Mahiru and her bf were planning a "shinjū" (lover’s suicide) together, with Mahiru being unsuccessful with the attempt.

I am leaning more towards possibility #2 because of how it would fit in with Mahiru’s tendency to "share pain" as something she views as love. Since the lover's suicide is a concept that matches this sort of thing, I wouldn't put it past Mahiru and her bf to go along with this idea, and it was just that Mahiru was the one who survived this while her bf did not. Lover's suicides are also a thing common in literature, so it's definitely something Mahiru would find and know about given her literature and romance novel associations.

Other interesting details pointing to this in ILY: Mahiru's bow around her neck and the way it is here in ILY is very odd, like it’s supposed to be some kind of noose around her neck. It doesn’t even seem like it can normally come undone like that while they were trekking through the forest, especially since the bow itself is usually fastened and tied up neatly in the outfit she wears with it:

Mahiru is also shown to be barefoot, which doesn’t make a whole lot of sense? Why are you barefoot like your bf is, Mahiru? What is the reason for matching with your bf, who is about to commit suicide in this forest? Were you going to go along with him? Why were you even there in the first place, Mahiru?

Both of these theories could still work though! Whether it be them planning the suicide from the start, or her joining in willingly, I think both of these examples highlight how much little self-regard Mahiru has for her own life. Mahiru has established that she would do anything her lover does (including harmful behaviors such as smoking), and she would do anything for love itself at that. Mahiru would continue to endanger herself if it was for the sake of love, so it doesn't seem too far fetched that she would go along with something so extreme and life ending at that:

And what else does Mahiru say about love, the ultimate form of it? Being always together. Lover's suicides are often done with the intent of being reunited again in heaven and in the next life. A method such as this would definitely help Mahiru and her bf be together forever, right?

How interesting though, that she still does not quite understand why her bf isn't here anymore. Isn't the ultimate form of love always being together? So why then, is he not here anymore? She knows she’s responsible, that she had done something wrong.

But she was just showing her love. And yet, just why?

Why is he not here anymore?

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The Pushy Demon, a Drabble.

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Alastor x Female!Reader

[WARNINGS: Al fucks you in the elevator, you’re stubborn and put up a fight despite liking him, rough fuck, manhandling, dubcon??reader says stop but doesn’t really mean it, p in v sex etc etc MDNI!!!NSFW!!!!]

This is unedited so be warned !

I am once again posting a discord inspired prompt. This is for you guys ;3 I hope you enjoy it.

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Initially, you thought the Hazbin Hotel was God's last gift to you. You thought he might’ve taken pity on your poor sinful soul. That hopeful thinking died quickly on your very first day there.

Because this was Hell after all and every sinner was doomed to live eternity in agony. And agony is exactly how you’d describe your current situation.

It has been months now that you’ve suffered Alastors attacks. Since day one he seemed to target you as he actively sought you out. He relished every reaction he coaxed out of you with every tease and jab.

But it wasn’t his teasing that actually brought you agony. No, rather so it was the realization that you had grown quite fond of it. You used to groan at his jests and feel nothing but annoyance. But now? Now you felt a blush rising to your cheeks. His mere presence now seemed to wash waves of burning heat over you. You’d sooner double die than give him the satisfaction in knowing your fondness for him, though.

For a while this task was easy as the extermination date drew closer and closer. Alastor kept himself busy and a part of you felt upset that he wasn't making any effort to chase you. You felt like a silly child when your disappointment morphed into jealousy, eyes watching him pour his focus onto others. You knew it was ridiculous to feel envy as he showed more attention to the hotel. Which is exactly why you made an effort to avoid him completely now.

Alastor was perceptive, however, and your obvious avoidance didn't go unnoticed. At first he was amused by it as he watched you hurriedly run from him any time you saw him. But the game was getting old and he was growing bored. So when he heard from Charlie that you weren't feeling well and wouldn't be attending today's lesson, he was more than annoyed.

He sat in the foyer amongst the other residents, his eyes staring at Charlie and Vaggie. He pretended to listen as his talons tapped the arm of the chair rhythmically. He unfortunately found his mind wandering to you as he tuned out the lesson. Knowing well that you were not sick and that this was going to end tonight.

His ears twitched as he heard a faint shuffle across the lobby. His eyes didnt leave Charlie as his shadow looked for him. When he saw you peeking around a corner he had to fight the laugh that wanted to slip out. How cute.

You watched from a distance as they all attended that day's lesson. Your eyes lingered over Alastor as that stupid envy bubbled back up within you, upset that his eyes weren't on you. Disgusted with yourself you quickly turned on your heels and began walking back towards the elevator.

You didnt hear the lesson suddenly stop nor did you hear Alastor curtly excuse himself. You did however hear the familiar clacking of shoes trailing behind you. Instinctively you quickened your strides as you stared at the Elevator door just ahead of you. Surely it wasn't him, you thought, he didn't see you right?

You got your answer when you glanced over your shoulder. Alastors tall figure radiated annoyance as his long legs closed the distance at a terrifying rate. Without even thinking you broke into a sprint as you rushed forward. Your hands fighting against the metal lattice door as it got jammed. But once you finally opened it you stumbled into the brightly lit elevator, hands quickly trying to shove the still jammed door closed. A large black hand shot out as it stopped the cage door from closing, his dark gaze peering through the bars down at you.

“Going up? How perfect! So am I!” His smile widened as his eyes trailed down your throat, watching you swallow that delicious mix of fear and nervousness. He waited for you to drop your hands from the door before he slammed it open roughly. The act earned a flinch from you as you stepped back into the far corner.

Your arms crossed over your chest as you forced your nerves into annoyance. A glare being sent up to him as he cheerfully stepped inside and closed you both in. “I thought you were supposed to be attending today's lesson.”

“And I thought you were sick.”

“I was feeling better… but now I’m feeling worse.”

He pressed the top floor before glancing to his side, to you. You quirked your brow as you watched him look you up and down. “Hm, you do look terrible.”

Your eye twitched as you watched his shit eating grin grow. You bit back the remark you wanted to give him and chose to instead lean into the corner. Your eyes staring at the ground as you tried to ignore him.

The elevator rattled to life after a delay before it began to ascend. Alastor began to hum as he stepped closer to you. Your hands clutched around yourself tighter as you stepped away but Alastor only followed. With your shoulder now pressed against the cold metal wall Alastor made himself comfortable against your other shoulder. His larger body purposefully pressing against you.

Your heart began to race now that you couldn't stop yourself from thinking about him. Feeling the warmth of his body and the tingling static that hung in the air around him. You were contorting trying to avoid his touch, your face pressing into the wall. Alastors hum grew lower as he cocked his head, his deep gaze watching you carefully. With an annoyed groan you pushed yourself from the wall and away from him, shuffling to stand across from him. “UGH- this has to stop!”.

“You’re right, my dear, this does need to stop.”

“Wha-” Before you could even question what he meant the elevator began to stutter. The lights flickered above you as you reached your hands out trying to steady yourself. Suddenly the elevator came to a screeching halt as the lights went out completely, the only thing visible was Alastors glowing eyes.

A shiver ran down your spine when your eyes met his in the dark, the intense look had you frozen in place. He’d snap his fingers “Tch, looks like the elevator broke, how unfortunate.” A chuckle left him as you watched his eyes draw closer, his heels clicking as he took a single step forward. You sucked in a nervous breath as you stepped back, the metal cage rattling behind you.

“Alastor..” you warned as he took another slow step forward. “Turn it back on.”

“Turn what back on? You’re not insinuating that I have anything to do with this, are you?” He feigned offense. “I’m stuck in this predicament just as you are.”

You watched his eyes, the only thing you could see, as he continued to step forward. Stumbling, you felt your way along the wall as you side stepped him just before he caged you in. “Alastor, stay away from me-”.

A growl left him as he turned to follow your figure in the dark. “And why should I?” He hesitated for a moment before his grin widened. His eyes slipped closed and suddenly you were completely bathed in darkness. You swallowed nervously as you tried to make out where he was. The elevator creaked and suddenly you felt hot breath ghost against your ear “I know you’ve been avoiding me. But why is that, mon cher?”

Your hand flew out to smack him but you hit nothing but air. His voice now came from behind you as you felt sharp claws trail up your back and over your shoulders. “Missed me~” He'd laugh darkly as you opened your mouth to yell at him. But once again his actions silenced you as his large hands roughly pushed you forward.

Your hands flew out before you fell face first into the elevators wall, the force of your body had the elevator swaying and creaking. “FUCK- you wanna know why Im avoiding you?? Its because im fucking tired of playing your stupid games!”.

His hands were on you before you could turn around, a firm grip finding its way around your wrists. He pressed his chest against you as he pinned your body against the wall. You squirmed frantically as you tried wrenching your hands free but he only tightened his hold on you. Pressing you so harshly the cold metal began to sting your cheek. “Oh, darling, do you take me as a fool?” He dipped his head as he grazed his lips against your hair, inhaling your scent with a sigh. “You think I dont notice the red that blossoms on your cheeks? Or how your heart races- just as it is now.”

You gritted your teeth, still too stubborn to tell the truth. “Thats because your horrifying- a pushy demon who doesnt fucking know personal space!”

An unhinged laugh rumbled through his chest and into you. “You want to pretend its fear? Fine, then fear me. I’ll be that horrific demon for you.” Without another word he pressed his hips against the plushness of your ass, grinding into you slowly.

Your body tensed as you felt your stomach begin to flip. You tried to fight against him once more, your body thrashing against his. “AL-” Your words died in your throat as he kicked your legs apart, wedging his knee between your legs. One hand kept a tight hold on your left hand whilst his right arm snaked around your waist. He tugged you up onto his thigh and pressed his knee against the wall, your toes barely reaching the ground as he forced a pressure between your legs.

“Hm~?” He hummed a reply as his eyes slipped open once more. He felt your legs tremble and tense as you tried to lift up from his leg. His arm around your waist slithered back to settle on your hip as he grinded you down into him. “What is it, dear? You’ve gone awfully quiet. Too scared to speak?”

“S-Stop-” You choked on your words trying to bite back any moans that dared to slip out. As he grinded you against his thigh you felt the slickness that soaked your panties begin to seep onto his pants. Aimlessly you tried to push at him with your free hand. As if wanting to make a show of how weak you were he let your other hand go. Both of your hands now trying to grab at him from behind you.

“I wont. Plead all you want. I wont stop.” His left hand snaked under your shirt as he tore your bra to allow your breasts to spill out. Sharp talons scratched along sensitive flesh as he pinched and toyed with your hardening nipple. His hand at your hip stopped as it dipped under your waist band. Reaching to slide his fingers between your soaked lips just to bring them back out. “Especially not when you're this wet already.” He made a show of rubbing your fluids across your lips, knowing well you couldn't see how his fingers glistened in the dark. His talons wedged past your lips as he tried to pry your mouth open. When you refused he settled his mouth over the shell of your ear and gave it a bite. His fingers darted in as soon as you gasped, pressing against your tongue ensuring you thoroughly tasted yourself.

Your head began to grow foggy as you felt yourself beginning to relax into the pressure of his thigh. Hips twitching, desperately wanting that friction again. Instead, you bit down onto the fingers that invaded your mouth. A sharp hiss left Alastor as he fish hooked your cheek, yanking you back into his chest. His other hand came to wrap around your throat as he gave a warning squeeze. “HA! You want this to hurt, don't you?”

He continued yanking you back until your neck was craned, forcing you to look up into his glowing eyes. The dark amusement that swam in his red gaze sent a shock wave straight to your core as your thighs tightened around his. Despite every fiber of you screaming to submit, you refused. Your mouth struggling to suction closed with his fingers in your cheek. You tried to muster as much spit as you could as you sputtered up at him, messily spitting up at him and onto your own face.

He didn't say a word as his only reaction was his twitching eye. Slowly he took a deep breath before he removed his fingers from your mouth, knee suddenly slipping out from under you. “You are the most pathetically stubborn thing I have ever met.” With his hold on your throat still he threw you onto the ground like a ragdoll.

You winced at the impact before quickly trying to crawl away from him. “Wh- wait-AH-” his hand wrapped around your ankle and dragged you back to him as he settled on his knees. You held your breath as you stared into his eyes like a moth to a lamp, the sound of his zipper deafening in the small space. You felt him settle between your legs as his hands tore your underwear apart. “Al, wait-” when you tried to sit up his palm pushed you back down by your head as his fingers dug into your cheeks.

“You never listen do you, Mon cher?” he’d purr with a sweet tone that didnt match his rough hands. “You said it yourself. I'm a horrifying pushy demon who knows nothing about personal space, right?” you felt his swollen head swipe up between your lips before he quickly snapped his hips into you. You choked and gasped at the sudden intrusion as he bottomed out in one thrust. His cock twitched inside of you as your cunt fluttered around him. “To think I’m dizzy for a dame like you.” A forced laugh left him before he was pushing your legs open wider.

He was suddenly thrusting into you at a brutal pace as his hands gripped and clawed at your flesh. A desperate mewl left your throat as all of your fight left you, your shaking hips trying to push into each thrust. “A-Alastor- f-fuck-” you moaned out mumbled words. His hands settle on your hips to hold you still.

“Mm-mhm? Are you going to be honest now?” when your hips still tried to fight against him he pulled from you. Your limp body being flipped onto your stomach quickly before he buried himself back into you. One hand kept your hips up whilst his other tangled into your hair, pressing your face down to force your back into an arch.

You could only cry and moan into the floor as your spit pooled below you. Legs shaking as he fucked into your cunt like his afterlife depended on. Each thrust had his heavy balls smacking against your clit, a jolt of electricity sent through you each time as you felt that coil tighten quickly. You tried to nod but his hand against your head made it difficult, but you couldnt manage a real response right now. “Ah-h, theres my good fucking girl.” He’d coo down to you between pants. You swore if honesty was the cost for this? Youd never utter a lie ever again.

His claws dug into your flesh as he rutted into you. The burning pain mixed with your quickly approaching release and you felt like youd die again. Your shaky hand tried to cover your mouth to stifle the erotic sounds you were making. The elevator creaked with every deep thrust, his own movements getting sloppy as he felt you tightly clenching around him.

The lights began to flicker to life just as you began to reach your peak, eyes squeezing shut at the sudden brightness. His hand in your hair yanked your head up from the floor as you felt the elevator stutter before suddenly descending. You felt fear prickle every nerve as a scream ripped from your throat at the feeling of falling rapidly. Your orgasm didnt stop though as your fearful scream turned into a raspy moan, your cunt twitching around Als cock as he buried himself deep into you. A groan leaving him as he reached his own release, his seed spilling into you as he grinded it in deeper.

With a jolt the elevator stopped its sudden descent as the light fully turned on. The small space fell silent as he released his hold on you. Before he could even pull out his head snapped towards the lattice door.

A very shocked and disgusted Husk stood in front of the elevator door. Angel peaked over with a surprised grin. “Holy shit it reeks of sex. No fuckin’ way you and smiles just banged in the elevator!”

All you could do was groan into the ground.

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*Dizzy with a dame: 1920s slang ‘to be deeply in love with a woman’.

[2hoothoots]

So I was going through your blog (again) and found some of your stuff mentions fsau Raz having ADHD, as somebody with adhd I’m intrigued, may I have some of those headcanons (canons??) related to that? Also, I would give “a penny for your thoughts” but I’m out of pennies, so here’s various images of a drawing of ur blorbo I put next to my animals, note that a rock had to be added in one picture to keep him from flying away (BONUS: his now permanent place with the wifi guardian frog)

NOTHING brings me more joy than seeing physical drawings of these guys, like, out and about. in situations. thank you for this gift, and ALSO for the great ask because it's a perfect chance to ramble

so first of all, canon Raz having ADHD is very real to me. he's constantly fidgeting and moving around, getting distracted by sidequests and scavenger hunt objectives, always talking to himself out loud, gotta write everything down so he remembers it because there's so much to DO!, running away from home because his dad yelled at him one time and now Raz assumes he must hate him forever... i could go on, but i think there's a lot of room for interpretation there!

in my headcanon, he never got diagnosed as a kid. maybe there were some notes about it in his reports each year, sure - but a little hyperactivity and distractability never seemed to slow him down. he excelled in lessons and on missions, and when he was with his family their performances gave him something to focus that energy into. it was only really when he turned 18 and graduated to a full agent that the cracks started to show.

because there's a big difference between the responsibilities you have as a minor, and the responsibilities you have as an 18-year-old living away from home! one who's expected to cook and clean for themselves, and take care of adult life stuff, and also work the 9-to-5 office job he's just graduated into that involves sitting in front of a computer and write reports all day.

short-term, he found he could get himself to power through a deadline with energy drinks and psi-pops (a lot of psi-pops...)

long-term, something had to give. he was working himself to exhaustion, constantly stressed, swinging between days spent staring at his computer screen doing nothing and all-nighters desperately trying to finish his paperwork before the deadline. it just didn't make any sense to him. he'd finally started his job as a Psychonaut, he was living independently like he'd always dreamed, he'd gotten top surgery after planning it for so long. he should have everything he ever wanted. why wasn't he happy?

following a deep post-surgical depression, about a month before his 19th birthday Raz was living out of his car, couch-surfing or sleeping in his office. he got kicked out of his apartment after falling behind on bills and rent. it wasn't that he didn't have the money, it was all just too much for him to stay on top of.

he'd probably have stayed in that misery hole for a lot longer if Frazie hadn't marched into his life and demanded he let her help him move into a new place, or she was telling mom that he was homeless. together, they sorted through all of his possessions from the last place - everything that had been hastily shoved in his car, or tossed in a box in his office, piled in a heap that was giving him anxiety even looking at it.

things do get better for him from there.

when he eventually explains things to Hollis, she gently suggests that he should get a roommate. he ends up moving in with Phoebe, and they become pretty good friends after a couple months! something about having another person around to help do the chores and wash the dishes and share the space helps, even if it takes him a while to admit it.

he gets his ADHD diagnosis, and finding the exact right medication and dose is a journey he's still on years later - but they're a huge help in getting him to actually knuckle down and finish his work on time. and the whole thing ends up being a chance for him to take a step back and really think about what he wants to do with his life. he'd always assumed that being a Psychonaut was his dream, but he'd never really reckoned with what that dream would look like before.

in the end, he sticks with it, but also decides to follow Lili's example in branching out. he applies to study a part-time Bachelor's in Psychology on a remote course, and gets accepted. juggling missions and paperwork and study and relationships (because the whole thing made him realise he also wasn't setting aside any time for himself, and wow, dating is a thing) is a lot - but he manages to figure it out, day by day.

(Lili comes back to the Psychonauts after graduating. she and Raz have both changed a lot over those four years, but on their first mission together they hit it off like a house on fire - and the rest is history!)

[a-thread-of-green]

So this isn't going to be pithy or clever or a bit or a story or really anything like the rest of my posts; I just want to write what I feel and put it out into the world. And what I feel, at this very moment, is joy. Every day, it seems, my body becomes more feminine; it's a slow change but every tiny bit of it feels so fundamentally right. I'm becoming the person I've always wanted to be, even though I was too scared to admit I even wanted this body and life up until just last year. And going out in public is just wonderful. Did you know that women just give each other compliments, even if they don't know each other? I mean, I guess I knew it in theory, but I never imagined that a random woman at the dollar store would just out of nowhere say, "Oh my God, I love your dress!" to me. It's simply incredible. And I can cry now! Starting at around thirteen (i.e. bad puberty's beginning) I felt a desperate need to cry sometimes but couldn't manage anything besides a sort of awkward heavy breathing, as though my body refused to acknowledge what my mind was going through. But now my body and mind are in perfect synch, and emotions flow through me like never before.

But all that joy and expression and the simple feeling of rightness, I have to put it aside eight hours a day while I present male at work. I wear loose clothes to hide the changes in my body and speak in a voice I wish I could forget. I'm so much less productive because I can't help but spend free moments checking my transfemme Discords, reminding myself that there's a community out there who knows me for who I really am, not this sad little body forced to play out an obsolete role and routine. Somewhere early in my transition I heard some other pre-transition transfemme make the point that crossdressing for her wasn't putting on women's clothes, but men's. And I thought, Okay, I see how that's technically true, but that's not how it feels, at least for me. Now it's different. Now my life as a woman has become reality at last, and being a man is just this recurring nightmare. A nightmare I'll be spending the next few days in too: I'm taking a trip with my parents this weekend, and I promised to present male the whole time for their sake.

It's not the end of the world. I'll survive it, and I've got a plan in place to be out to eveybody and living as a woman 24/7 within a month. Still, it's just so strange: my life has gotten so much better that what used to be normal has become torture.

[becasbelt]

I'm that bad type (just can't get enough guy)

Summary: “I don’t believe you,” Chloe repeats, reaching out to grab the apple sitting untouched on her desk, turning it over idly in her hands. She studies Beca once more, decides she likes what she sees. Her smile slides into a smirk. “But I’d like to.”

In which mafia boss Chloe Beale learns to trust one Beca Mitchell.

Words: 4,280

Rating: T

Notes: Happy bechloe week 2023! Here's my submission for day 7: Mafia! A continuation of this snippet from a little while ago.

Chloe breezes into the surveillance room without knocking. The new guy – Donald, she believes is his name – flinches at the sight of her, knocking the papers in front of him to the floor in his attempt to sit up straight. He quickly gathers up the papers and Chloe catches sight of several doodles covering the pages. She raises an eyebrow at him, amused, and Donald hastily shoves his glasses further up his nose.

“How’s it goin’, boss?” Donald says, leaning back in his seat in an attempt at casualness.

“How is she?” is Chloe’s reply, attention shifting to the wall of screens in front of her.

The other person in the room calmly sips at the coffee in her hands, entirely unphased by Chloe’s presence. “Boring, by all definitions.”

“You’ve been watching her for what, two weeks now?” Chloe says. “Surely something interesting has happened. Give me the deets, Flo.”

Flo pulls up a file and puts it on display on the screen directly in front of her. Chloe leans down to get a closer look takes in the familiar sight of brown hair, pale skin, and blue eyes.

Read the rest on AO3!

[sysig]

Betty’s Wish (1/?) (Patreon)

It’s definitely weird that Betty, with all her Magical abilities, never met a Wishmaster, right? I think so

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[liquidstar]

a friend who'd wait :)

[binders-and-beanies]

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[toytulini]

god that "morning people are an oppressive class" post annoys me in some way i cant. quite. ugh

[fragmentedblade]

I've been reading about xiangqi a bit and now I'm even more obsessed with that one video of Jing Yuan

[youremyonlyhope]

Observing the fandoms of shows I watch that have lots of fans that skew younger makes me kind of marvel at how different things are in online fandom even just 10 years after I was their age.

Like, I know I probably sounded like I was losing my mind every 5 seconds in posts I made as a teenager, but some things I see nowadays are actually concerning. I see people taking things waaaayyyyyy too seriously. It’s a TV show. It’s not obligated to go in the direction you want it to. It’s not the end of the world when it doesn’t. It’s not even the end of the TV show yet. Who’s to say it won’t go in that direction eventually, or even do something completely different that you’ll like even more than what you initially wanted? And outside the bubble of those younger fans on tumblr and twitter, no one really cares about the same issues that are being blown out of proportion here.