#sans is thinking ''oh no i barely survived this the first time''

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just had a bug in my bonnet about kiddo papyrus haha. probably wont go anywhere with this but it’s a fun idea.

[acciocriativity]

THE 'U' IN 'US' - AN ATEEZ SERIES - CHAPTER ONE

Summary: You weren't really the lonely girl™ of campus, but it does feel like it when you look around, and there's no one by your side when everyone else are talking and whispering between each other. You did have "friends", more like "group projet friends" that you managed to get for yourself, but they were the ones that were real close, you were there only when they had an extra empty seat. But it seems like the gods above took your nonchalant facade as a challenge. Oh, you don't think you need friends to survive through college? Bet.

Pairing: Non! idol OT8 ateez x reader (platonic)

Tags: college! au; hybrid! au; ateez! au; fluff (a whole lot of fluff and wholesomeness); angst; hurt/comfort; mentions of mistreatment and abuse.

WC: 2,2k

ZERO MASTERLIST TWO

Ateez Masterlist

“… project, how come you did not come to see it? Did you know that you’re walking with…”, Wooyoung was talking your ears off about his dance major while the nine of you walked out of the cafeteria, both of his hands around your right elbow as he walked with a skip on his steps.

It was an adorable sight if San was being honest with himself, but he was too afraid of being only a house of cards to enjoy the moment. He could only hear his own nervous heart and anxious thoughts. Usually, walking alongside of a hybrid could only be two things for a human: a burden or a prize, but he never felt like any of those things around you. Which made everything worse.

It’s been almost two hours and the right time never came. San felt his throat closing around the words anytime he brought himself to say it. He felt bad. Yes, he missed you and yes, you did so much for all of them, but if they didn’t have a clear goal in mind, he doubted he’d talk to you again. You reminded him of the old days when he needed you. Once again, he needs you, but he wished he didn’t.

I’m so fucking selfish, his brain kept telling him. He hated that he was there to only ask for a favor without anything to give in return, as if he’d have anything you already don’t.

“San?”, your voice woke him to the conversation again.

The moment he looked around, he noticed how you already were near the entrance of campus. His pack was also expecting an answer from him. They knew why he got so distracted all of a sudden, they could feel how heavy his heart was and could only imagine the thoughts running through his head.

“Sorry”, he forced a genuine smile and you waved it off his apology. “What did you say?”

“What are you thinking about? You seem a little lost in there”. Once again you give them an opportunity to tell you whatever they wanted to.

San’s mind froze. It was the perfect time, he could just ask then and there. What if you said no? What if you hate us for taking your time for nothing? What are we going to do then? Where are we going to go?

It was your turn to force a smile, they changed the topic anytime you got close to ask what they actually wanted. It was cute when they insisted the first time they just wanted to know how you were doing, so you let it go. But they seemed more anxious as the time went on, if Wooyoung’s nails extending and retreating rubbing against your arm was anything to go by.

“Can I help you guys with anything?”, their expressions were the answers that you needed to know. “What it is? Why don’t you just tell me?”

“We don’t want to bother you”, Yeosang said so fast you barely understood it. “We only, w-we…”, he sluttered as everyone eyes fell on him.

“We were going to find a way ourselves, but then we saw you and you are the only human we can trust to ask this”, Jongho interrupted, taking all the attention to himself and Yeosang hid behind him.

You nodded along, getting a little nervous yourself. If it was money it would be fine, but they seemed so tense you thought they got into some serious legal trouble and you were far from being a lawyer.

“Do you happen to know a safe place for us to stay?”, Hongjoong said the final words.

It was a strange sight to see Hongjoong being so indirect, so shy about something that he wanted, that was the last thing you expected from him for something so small to you.

But it wasn’t small for them.

As the seconds passed, the more anxious they seemed to get. Wooyoung couldn’t look at you, although he was still attached to you by the hip. The floor seemed much more interesting to him.

“I think I do, but Mingi mentioned an apartment, did something happen?”, you asked and everyone glared at Mingi in a subtle way.

It was clear Mingi himself didn’t remember to mention it. He had a silence discussion with them through his eyes only. The apartment was a sensitive topic and nobody else was supposed to know.

“It’s nothing you can do”, Seonghwa said after a long sigh. “Some nosy bitch found out that all of us lived there”.

“What’s the problem with that?”

“Only half of us are free hybrids”, Yunho informed as he crossed his arms in front of his body. Out of instinct he shrunk into himself because of those words.

“Oh, fucking stupid law”, you said the words in your mind and that earned you a couple of smiles from them. “A safe place, huh? Like a hybrid facility but better?”

Yunho scoffed at those two words, but agreed nonetheless. “Better would be great”.

But even the facilities were shutting down one by one, thanks to the years and years of protests against the mistreatment and down right abuse from those institutions. To find something better than wouldn’t be easy.

“I have my own place, but I can try to find something better in the meantime”.

They seemed lost in thought, then looked at each other. The silent conversation between them showed you a bit of the true connection they had. It made you a bit uncomfortable all of sudden, like you shouldn’t be witnessing whatever was happening in front of your eyes.

If San seemed uncomfortable in your presence before, now it was clear to you the reason wasn’t because he said he missed you, but because of this whole situation. It also brought you some flashbacks and it made sense that he hadn’t looked your way in the past half hour or so.

“You guys can think, how much time do you have until you have to leave?”

“Not a lot, but can I have your phone number?”, Hongjoong took a step further with his own phone in hand. “I’ll let you know if we took upon that offer”.

“And I’ll let you know if I find something else, so send me a quick message, okay?”, you got another smile out of them and took it as a small victory.

“Thank you so so much”, Wooyoung said as he rubbed the marks he accidentally made on your skin before pulling away from you.

It then downed on you his tail was around your waist this whole time like a warm blanket protecting your skin from the wind and you only noticed it when it left your body. It didn’t cross your mind how strange it was when he got so attentive and clingy the moment he had an opportunity for it.

Did that fox just used his seductive skills to win you over?, you thought as you tried to keep a poker face.

To his credit, Wooyoung didn’t plan to do anything of that sort. He was only being himself, at least 99% of himself with only 1% of boldness he usually hadn’t in him. He felt like he did a walk of shame back to his pack, because, of course, they noticed. Sure, he knew he didn’t need to do that to you, but in the back of his mind he knew that was the only way to get into someone’s good side and they needed to be in your good side.

Wooyoung only took a deep breath when he felt the comforting hands of San rubbing his back. At least San wasn’t judging him.

You thought he was cute. Really, all of them would always be kind of adorable in your head and you weren’t mad at him or anything. But the fact he thought he had to do that with you was disheartening. Now you had another hybrid avoiding your gaze.

“Which side are you guys going to?”, you broke the awkward and full of unspoken emotions silence.

Jongho took that bait as a sign and pointed to his left with his left thumb.

“I’m heading the other way, I hope we see each other soon”.

It was a lie, your home was the same exact direction, but you took the long way around it.

San could say he never had a silent way back home such as this, but there was no home to come back to.

He didn’t need to look at the others to know how they were feeling. There was hope, frustration and anger hanging in the air, still nobody dared to be the one to say those words.

Hongjoong was the most frustrated one. Nothing went as planned, since they didn’t even planned to reach out to you in the first place. At least not now, but time never was on their side just like every other fucking thing. It was Mingi’s idea to go into the cafeteria and if you were there, they would go talk to you. What were the actual fucking chances you were there?

He walked in front of everyone else without a new plan yet, which was pissing him off further. His head was too heavy for his shoulders, but he needed to find a roof for his pack, so he couldn’t complain about it.

Mingi and Yunho were the last ones in line on purpose.

Yunho was a ticking bomb, he could keep the smile on his face as long as he wanted, but Mingi knew better. Yunho always thought this pride thing was kind of ridiculous in this situation. He was the first to agree to Mingi’s plan and the one who encouraged everyone else to at least try to find you, because there was not another alternative. Why was that so hard to understand? This could easier than the mess they created it.

And Yeosang was trying so so hard to conceal the hope that everyone would be ok in your house and would be able to figure it out from there. He understood why the others were hesitant, freedom wasn’t a joke for hybrids like them, who hadn’t any for so long. But at the same time you wouldn’t abuse your powers as owner of the house and only human, he would loose faith in humanity if you were like that after all he went through.

Everything was aligned for a fight to happen at any minute and San was more anxious than ever. It came out in ways off of him, Wooyoung, who was by his side, could actually feel it penetrating his own skin and therefore making himself anxious.

“Stop!”, Wooyoung yelled and all of them paralyzed in the middle of the sidewalk. He took a deep breath as a couple glared at them before bumping into Mingi. Jongho held Yunho’s arm before he could give them a piece of his mind. They can not afford to grab this much attention on the streets. “Fuck, guys, stop , let’s just… there”, Wooyoung pointed to an empty alley.

Wooyoung did little to explain himself as he walked away.

“You can’t just do shit like this in the middle of the road”, Hongjoong angry whispered to Wooyoung, barely able to contain himself as he was the first to follow him.

“I know, I know and I’m sorry”, he whispered back as he disappeared in the shadows and the others followed suit.

“I do no-”

“Does anyone have a better plan?”, Wooyoung interrupts Seonghwa without noticing it. “Because I don’t think anyone does and we’ll be out here until they throw us into jail, is that better than to just accept some help?”

“We can at least try”, among the whispers, San’s voice was the softest. “We did it once, didn’t we?”

“We are trying and where is that taking us, Sannie?”, Wooyoung’s voice sounded as tired of that topic as he felt dirty from the lack of shower for the 2nd day in a row. “We came back to level zero and we even lost all of the progress for Yunho’s case”.

At the mention of that topic, Yunho turned around to face the wall.

“Guys, we have to leave right now”, Seonghwa said as he looked over his shoulders. “Now, come on, we have to go”, Seonghwa pushed Mingi and Jongho to move first.

The two of them started with small steps looking for what Seonghwa saw, then they noticed the weird white dude talking on the phone on the other side of the road. The whispered words reached their twitching hybrid ears. It was something about safety laws and … hybrid security.

They ran.

Jongho didn’t know where he was going, but he found himself guiding them through neighborhood after neighborhood. Unfortunately it was hard to be discreet when there was nine hybrids running in broad daylight and as time passed, they got more and more attention from humans.

Their ears up in their heads, waiting for the first sign of sirens to come, because they always did if any stray hybrid was out in the open by 5.

Then, Jongho suddenly made a turn when he caught a familiar scent. The others were too busy to noticed the change in route. Instead of the nation park, now there were headed to the outskirts of the small residential area.

When they all noticed, it was too late.

They were in front of your house.

And the siren let them know it was well past 5.

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Carla [VAMPIRE ENDING]

ー The scene starts with Yui entering Carla’s room

Yui: ( Carla-san...Is he asleep? Or perhaps he has already lost consciousness...? )

Carla-san, can you hear me? It’s me, Carla-san...!

Carla: ...That voiceーー Yui, is that you...?

Yui: Yes...!

Carla: ...Why did you come here...?

Yui: Once I heard that this Castle had been taken over by Kino-kun and the Ghouls, I simply could not sit still...

I am so relieved...that you are safe and sound.

Carla: Safe and sound, huh...? I have to disagree with that, considering my current health situation...

Yui: But you are still alive. And once you get cured from your illness, you’ll get to live so much longer!

Let’s go to Rotigenberg together, Carla-san...!

Carla: ...

Yui: I want us to live life together. I want to spend my life with you.

You had plenty of dreams and ambitions, didn’t you?

I am sure you can grant those once you recover!

Carla: Ambitions...Dreams...

However, those...can no longer be fulfilled. 

Yui: Eh...?

Carla: Howeverーー A new ambition just sparked...inside of me.

For that sake, I shall survive one more time...

...Yui. Let us go to Rotigenberg. 

I realized that there is something I must achieve...no matter what...

Yui: Carla-san...!!

( He found his will to life again...! )

Yes, right away. Let’s go together. 

...I shall be with you forever. Please don’t forget that.

Carla: ...Yes. Exactly. Let us go together...Yui...

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the Ghouls’ manor

Yui: Welcome back, Carla-san.

Carla: Yes. 

Yui: I’ll get you a cup of tea right away.

( It has been a while since we came here to Rotigenberg and Carla-san actually got better. )

( He still goes on daily walks to expose himself to the gasses emitting from the ground, but it’s honestly barely necessary at this point... )

*Flap flap flap*

Yui: Huh...?

Carla: ...? This is one of the Vampire’s Familiars. 

A letter ーー For me?

*Flip* 

Carla: ...!

Yui: Carla-san? What’s wrong?

Carla: ...Kino and the Ghouls were attacked by the Vampire Clan.

And...They were wiped clean.

Yui: ...

Carla: ...Haah.

I suppose my ambition was once again cut short before it could come to fruition. 

Yui: Carla-san...

( I was incredibly shocked as well when I heard that Shin-kun had been murdered by Kino-kun. )

( Carla-san wanted to come cure his disease here at Rotigenberg, so he could avenge Shin-kunーー ) 

( Even if that meant he would have to become a Ghoul in return. )

( He decided to go to Rotigenberg and continue to live, for that sole reason. )

( But now that Kino-kun is dead, he can no longer... )

Carla: Yui. Let us return to Banmaden. 

Yui: Eh? 

Carla: Since they went out of their way to inform me of these happenings, I believe the Vampire Clan does not intend to take over Banmaden. 

I have been cured from Endzeit. It is time for me to return. 

Yui: ...Yes!

( Even if he can no longer avenge Shin-kun. )

( Carla-san has completely regained the power to continue living. )

( He’s back to being the old Carla-san...! )

 ー The scene shifts to the outside of Banmaden

Yui: ( It feels like forever since I last saw Banmaden... )

( Huh? Somebody’s coming our way from up ahead? )

???: Oi−! Nii-san! Yui!

Yui: ...! This voiceーー

Carla: Shin! You were alive...?

Shin: Oh geez, Nii-san! Don’t kill me off that easily!

Carla: However...

Shin: Well, yeah. I guess I can’t blame you for thinking I had kicked the bucket. I got stabbed through the heart multiple times after all.

Carla: ...What on earth happened afterwards? 

Shin: A lot, really. I’ll go in chronological order. 

First, I was thrown into the dungeon. Then after some time had passed, I came back to life.

Carla: ...I find that somewhat hard to believe. 

Shin: Hehe. I get that. I still don’t believe it myself at times. Props to me for recovering from that!

So, everyone was in the middle of the war at that point. So nobody bothered to check up on the guy who had been thrown into the dungeon.

That’s why I waited by myself, recovering my strength and waiting for a chance to strike. 

Carla: However, it would be difficult for you to overthrow a whole army by yourself...

Shin: Yeah. That’s why I contacted the Vampire Clan first. 

Yui: Shuu-san and the others? 

Shin: Yeah.

( Even though he used to despise Vampires so much. )

Carla: So you saying that the Vampire Clan took out Kinoーー?

Shin: Yeah. I guess you could say it was a shared effort between Shuu and I.

I had no other choice but join hands with them to get myself out of that situation. 

I mean, it wasn’t my personal choice to have to work together with those Vampires, but there was no other way. 

Carla: ...And that is why they sent a Familiar to me? 

Shin: There you have it. I could have done it myself as well. But I figured it was a good opportunity to surprise you two.

Yui: Surprise us? Shin-kun...

Shin: Well, I was pretty shocked myself as well. ーー Because you’ve fully recovered from your illness. 

Anyway, I’m super happy about that.

Carla: ...

Shin: We’ve formed an alliance with the Vampire Clan. That’s how we got the Vibora to step back. 

I believe that the power levels in the Demon World are currently stablized. The situation is pretty peaceful. 

Carla: I see...

Shin. You did a truly outstanding job. 

Shin: E-Eeh? Where is this coming from all of a sudden?

Carla: You did a fine job accomplishing something which is usually the task of a King.

Younger brother of mine. I am proud of you.

Shin: Oh come on, lay it off. It’s embarrassing. 

Carla: It is nothing to be embarrassed about, is it? You are more than deserving of the praise. 

Shin: No, it’s just...Kino put the two of you through hell and back as well, didn’t he?

So I just wanted to get back at him for that.

Carla: ...

... Shin. There is something I would like to ask you.

Shin: Hm? Yes?

Carla: Will you inherit the throne in my place?

Yui: ( Eh? ...Carla-san!? )

Shin: ...!? Hold up, Nii-san, what are you saying out of nowhere!?

Carla: It is not sudden at all. This has been on my mind the whole time.

ーー I am no longer qualified to call myself a King.

...I am sure you can tell, but I am no longer a Founder.

Shin: Ugh...

Carla: A Ghoul without powers should not be allowed to be King. Therefore, Shin ーー I am counting on you.

Shin: ...

...I’m afraid I can’t say yes to that, even if you’re the one asking.

Carla: Excuse me...!? 

Shin: I’m not right guy for the job. I mean, I haven’t been taught how to be a fine King at all.

...Kino and his minions told me when they attacked me. 

That I brought the situation upon myself because I was far too strict with them. 

That pissed me off back then...But when I looked back at it, I could sort of understand where they were coming from.

Even if you ask me to behave like a proper King just like you did, I just can’t.

Carla: ...You won’t consider?

Shin: ...Nope. This is the one thing I can’t do, no matter how many times you ask me. 

Carla: ...I see. 

...However, the two of us were the only two living Founders left.

And I am no longer a Founder, so there is no other option but for you to become the new King. Am I wrong? 

Yui: ( ... )

Um...Excuse me. May I?

Carla: Hm?

Yui: ...It might not just be the two of you.

Shin: ...? What do you mean?

Yui: Well...I believe a new Founder might be born into this World very soon...

Shin: Eh!? A new Founder, do you meanーー!?

Yui: ( ...Shin-kun is staring right at my belly. )

E-Exactly. There’s one...inside of here, you know?

Shin: Wow, amazing! For real...!?

Carla: ...! Yui, is that true!?

Yui: ...Yes.

Carla: Why have you stayed quiet about something so important up till now!?

Yui: No, I found out very recently...But we ended up returning to Banmaden before I had a chance to tell you. 

So I figured right now was as good as a time as ever to announce it...

Carla: I see...So that’s how it went.

Shin: Eh? If this is Nii-san’s kid ーー I’m gonna be an uncle!? Right!?

Geezー That’s kinda embarrassing...But not bad, I guess! Haha!

Yui: ( Seems like both of them are overjoyed. I’m glad... )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to Carla’s room

Yui: Carla-san. It’s already late. You should probably get some rest soon...

Carla: Do not worry about me. I am no longer ill after all. 

Yui: Ah...My bad.

Carla: No, I cannot blame you. I looked death straight into the eyes not too long ago after all. 

I feel relieved to be back here at Banmaden now.

...It is rather odd how it makes me feel that way, considering I was locked up in this Castle for the longest time. 

Yui: ...

Carla: ...Yui. Come closer.

Yui: Sure...

ー She steps closer

Carla: Stand in front of me.

Yui: ...?

*Rustle*

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“I promise that I shall forever protect you...as well as our child inside your belly, to show my thanks for granting me with such warm feelings.”

“I did not think...I would one day be able to talk about the future like this. It’s all thanks to you.”

Yui: Ah...

Carla: I must convey my gratitude to you. You ensured our bloodline. 

While I may have become a Ghoul, I can now entrust my dreams, ambitions and our future to someone. 

It’s all thanks to you...Yui. 

Yui: Carla-san...

( His touch and voice are so gentle... )

( As if he’s gently embracing meーー and this new life. )

Carla: I thought happiness was something I would never get to experience. 

But I believe that I have finally come to somewhat understand what it means.

Yui: Carla-san...

Ever since...I decided that I would stay with you, I’ve felt this way. That your happiness, also makes me happy.

And it really does...

( Carla-san, I and this little one. )

( At this moment, we have found a new form of happiness right hereーー )

ーー THE END ーー

[dragon-business]

Majima's freedom and Kiryu's naivety

So, Kiryu has a way of coping with his social difficulties by adopting strict rules and beliefs to guide himself through human interactions. This helps him out a lot, but also makes him very resistant to change and hard-headed sometimes. And sometimes even cruel.

Like, for instance, let's take Majima. Kiryu really admires him, and trusts him, and believes that Majima is very capable and can handle anything life throws his way. And technically this is super sweet, and amazing, but Kiryu believes it so wholeheartedly that it becomes cruel naivety.

And one of the first times we properly see this is in Kiwami, in the scene on the pier. After helping Kiryu out big time all through the story and in that momrnt, Majima got shot in the stomach, and fell into the freezing December waters of the Tokyo Bay. And Kiryu sees this and just… leaves. He has more pressing matters to deal with. Majima-san will be fine, he's Majima-san, after all. He can survive anything. Even swimming out of cold waters alone while bleeding his guts out, apparently (oh, the desire to punch Kiryu in that moment, we could barely contain it).

And in our playthrough this happened almost right after we finished Majima Everywhere, so it was twice as gutpunchy of a dick move.

Nevermind that Majima survived this. Of course he did, that's all he does in his life when he's pressed against the wall (or depth of the ocean). The point is that he shouldn't be put in these situations, especially by people he trusts.

(This thing with Kiryu thinking that Majima can handle anything and doesn't need any help at all will keep going on and on in the future, each time becoming more and more of a shitty thing pull. It includes things like, let's say, making Majima come back to Tojo in y3, leaving him to deal with the Nishikiyama family, and so on. But there's bit more to it at play than naïve beliefs by that point, We'll get to it in time.)

And yes, this was a long winded intro to saying that Majima had all the rights to be pissed at Kiryu after that and ram the bathhouse with the truck at full speed. It seems that he threatened the girl there just for show. He talked politely to her and let her go immediately when she said she's in love with someone.

Kiryu deserved this ass whooping, 100%.

(We also strongly believe that after this incident Majima bought Shangri-La. Like, both the building and the business. But, since it was connected to unpleasant memories and he just really didn't like the place, Majima left it as it is. Didn't touch it at all since then)

(And this is why even as far as y6 Shangri-La is still standing there, boarded up, empty, the place where the truck hit the building still clearly visible and only getting more decrepit with age)

So, anyways, Kiryu and Majima don't see each other for a bit after that. Majima has time to cool off, think about it more… and then news come in. Shimano is dead, and in an indirect way he's dead because of Kiryu. Shimano who put Majima through the worst hell and then back. Shimano who Majima stayed with, even after all that, pretending to be unruly and free. Shimano, who Majima was unable to break away from, almost freezing each time he was around. It's been over a decade of mad dog barking on a leash. And then bam, Shimano is gone. Thanks (somewhat) to Kiryu.

Imagine what this does to a man. To Majima. After all these years. After Majima Everywhere.

And he sends Kiryu this text. 

And it is already a lot. But with this context, knowing the story of y0, I doubt my or Majima's heart will ever be still.

He'll need some time to process all this. To really grasp that he is really truly free now. To realise that Kiryu somehow helped him get his freedom. To understand what being free even means.

So Majima will not be available, will be out of it for a while afterwards. Missing the finale of the game and some context.

But, get this, there’s even more – later everyone learns that Kiryu didn't kill Dojima. And, see, Majima already kinda made his peace with it. He had to live for 10 years knowing Kiryu, with all his big words about honour and not murdering people, still did it. For whatever reason he had, it doesn't matter. He got down from his idealistic horse and got dirty like the rest of them.

And it's not like Majima cared. Not like it meant something to him, this small corner of his heart that sorta maybe felt good seeing Kiryu stubbornly prevail with his beliefs intact even in the most gruesome places. Whatever, amaright? Majima is fine. He moved on, and can still appreciate Kiryu's company even with this smal pang of something not being the same anymore.

And then. It turns out Kiryu never stained his hands with blood. At all. He went through prison to help his brother, not that this sounds familiar to Majima, and- 

Majima will be processing all this for a while.

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CHAPTER WARNGING(S): Swearing

Credit: left parking garage photo by photographer Akira Asakura - unknown

"Jeez these are heavy.." you mumbled as you threw your things to the back of your cream coloured car. Sighing, you paused and rested your hands on the trunk of your vehicle, reminiscing the past.

After Thanos snapped his fingers, your life changed for the better and for the worse. The world changed for the worse and for the better.

After half's of earth's population was brought back, you've moved to a different country, learned a different language.

You wanted to restart. A clean plate. Let's just say your past life wasn't something to share with everyone. You've done things you've regret in hopes of making it better. You got no one. Your parents died during Thanos first attack on New York in 2011. You were only 11 years old when you witnessed your home being blown up with you and them still inside. You survived but your parents weren't so lucky.

It was nearly 10pm and you just closed up for the night. Everyday is the same but you don't mind it, really, Korea looks pretty at night.

Clapping your hand together to brush off any leftover dirt from your palms, slamming the back door of your car shut before you heard a small click sound, telling you that it was locked.

Reaching into your pocket to fetched your keys but only to found yourself stopping after hearing a slight disturbance coming from behind you.

Out of curiosity, you turned around, scanning the nearly empty parking garage and found nothing. Your eyes scan every grey concrete, the cracks in the wall, and for any newly parked cars.

But it was just you in the nearly empty parking garage.

You were the one who locked up, so no one should even be here this late at night. That, or people are working a night shift.

"Hm..." you thought long and hard about going to check it out but you brushed it off thinking is a squirrel. If not that, just your paranoia. Wouldn't be the first time.

In-till you heard it again only this time, it was closer.

Just as you were about to open your car door you suddenly stopped with your fingers inches away for your cars handle, fingers just glazing against it, feeling your body tensed up.

"Oh god!" You screamed, brushing your hands over your coats pockets.

"I forget my earphones in my locker." You groaned, throwing your head back and locked your car and headed straight for the elevator.

You walked a couple of steps across the parking garage too retrieve your ten dollar earphones. But with each step, you felt...off. As if someone was watching your every move.

Out of habit, you stopped walking and turned around to scan your surroundings.

Nothing. Just distant traffic coming from a close highway.

Your loose olive coat brushed against your hands as you turned to every sound that hit your eardrum.

Nothing.

"She's went back downstairs, Yunho, just in case San fails, get ready,"

A voice said in the brown haired male's earpiece. The tall male sat on a long sun chair, waiting for further instructions for about an hour.

"Okie dokie!" He said, popping out his coca-cola flavoured lollipop from his lips and smiled at the view font of him.

He let out a chuckled before aggressively putting down his rather large case on the roof of the apartment building; opening the case revealing a JTF2 Sniper.

He squealed.

"...my baby..." he said, bring his hand across the cold metal, caressing the scope to the sniper itself that had a big 'baby' printed in white spray paint on the body of the gun.

"Let's do this..." he muttered, taking each piece from the case and assembled it together; making sure that the magazine was fully loaded and seated the gun on the bipod.

After doing so, he set up his sniper rifle on the edge of the building, pointing the nozzle at lit up parking garage.

"I'm in position, I got the target in view, tell me when I should take the shot," Yunho said through his earpiece.

He watched you- three buildings away - through his sniper's scope. Your tall yet small figure walk skittishly to the elevator. You wore a large white t-shirt under your long olive coat with black baggy pants and white shoes. An everyday outfit in Korea.

He know from the way you looked - your skin, eye shape, nose, your quivering l/c lips *to your f/c - if you wear one - hajib* that you were foreign to the country.

"You're pretty," he mumbled trying to place his target on your head. He scans your worried with a mix of concern-face before checking you out, his finger slowly caressing the trigger.

"...God, I'll hate to ruin that cheap white shirt of yours..." he watched you double check your environment as you arrive to the elevator and pushed down on the button, waiting patiently for the ride.

Once you heard the small ding, you stepped inside too retrieve your ten dollar earphones. "...I didn't hear the shot..." Hongjoong spoke through Yunho's earpiece.

After watching your every moving, Yunho lowered his gun and rises his hand to his earpiece.

"Target out of sight...I'm not clear to take the shot," he paused, removing his eye from the scope and relaxes his shoulders. "Shit...!" Hongjoong cursed.

You smiled softly while staring at your earphones that wasn't- thankfully- stolen. The elevator made a high bell sound before opening the door and immediately your eyes wondered to the only living thing in the elevator, a tall male. Close to your height, a little bit taller.

They had a long black leather coat on with a rocking ruby turtleneck. He wore a eyelet decor buckle belt with long grey dress pants. His jaw was sharp along with his facial features. You didn't say anything before you stepped in but not before glancing at his name tag that had a company's name on it, in fact, it was a company close to the shop you worked at.

You stepped in and reached for the button for your floor number but to your surprise, there wasn't any other button glowing, showing that the man behind you wasn't going anywhere. He didn't get off at the stop you got on, so you had to ask.

"Um...ajeossi, where are you getting off?" You looked up at him for an answer. But you didn't get one.

Instead, his gaze slowly turned to you and only looked into your e/c eyes than to your feet and up back to your eyes.

"...."

"...O..k..." You nodded awkwardly and clicked on your floor to where your car is. Now you know why they used to put music in elevators just to ease the tension. The waiting time was awkward and you can feel his gaze from behind you, creating a hole through your head.

Finally the bell rings and you got off at your appropriate floor. But still, the man didn't get off. You thought you saw a ghost cause he wasn't simply getting off and just stood there. At the last second, you turned at face him one last time but your heart skipped a beat when you did just that.

He smiled at you.

Revealing his dimples and threw you a small wave, tilting his head back. But just when the elevator doors were about to close, his mood, era and expression drops.

For some reason the atmosphere got dark and intense. And soon his attractive smile formed into a hard glare.

"The heck..." you mumbled. Parting your lips before taking out your lip boom from your small fanny pack to moist them. But before you could take a step or apply any lip-boom on your l/c lips your phone ringed, playing your annoying ringtone.

"Who's calling me now..." you argued to yourself, putting away your boom and taking out your phone from your waist bag.

'...unknown...' it read.

"Scam..." you mumbled and put it back to where it was before. Trying again, to took your boom out again and began to slowly walk to your car.

It ringed again.

You groan as your boom was just an inch away for your slightly chapped lips.

This time, you answered.

"Look, this better be good-"

"You're F/N (M/N) L/n, right?" A dangerously deep male voice asked you over your phone in Korean. He sounded out of breath and of you listen closely you could hear the sound if aggressive wind being hit over and over again; like a chopper, nearly muffling out their voice. If it wasn't for their voice being deep, you couldn't have heard them.

You paused and tried to registered what the heck just came out of your phone's speaker.

"Yes...-"

"Listen to me carefully or you'll die." You felt your heart drop. You farrowed your eyebrows. "Huh!" your palms sweated while you began to fiddled with your lip-booms' label.

Your lips quivered and you began to blink faster than you usually do.

"What....What is this!?" You asked nearly screaming at the man on the phone. It was nearly 10:30 pm now and you're tired as heck. You got work tomorrow too. You started to get impatient and you just got enough of it.

"Ma'am or sir- whatever they call you, I'm too tired to be told this- this-"

"Your phone number is 026*******, your social security number is 82**01-23**678, you live in a apartment in Sangam on World cup buk-ro 60-gil-" at the moment- after he named your apartment name he went on to your best friends names to your dogs' former owner.

"I know more about you know about yourself, so listen."

Your heart dropped and you were unable to pick it up. You sweated buckets while your head was pounding. You were stunned. "O-ok you made your point...Ma'am..." you cut them off, stuffing your lipboom away in your bag and took out your inhaler instead.

You took a breath.

"Listen to me carefully..."

You took another breath.

"Don't go to the elevators or any exits, understand?" You paused.

"Elevator...?" You mumbled.

Now you were scared.

Earlier today you felt that you were being watched. From you bring at the cash register to you being at the back designing donuts. The weird noises. The sudden overly dressed man in the rusted elevator, it kinda made sense.

Slowly turning around to face the closed sliver metal doors.

"Second, they are people coming after you thinking you are a drug lord...." “A what lord…?” “How could this happen….” You heard him muttering to himself. You spaced out, your eyes wondering to the top of the elevator. Slowly lowering your phone from your ear, you watched the the lights at the top of the elevator light sit on your level.

It never moved.

Flashback:

Two days before F/N L/N Attempted Assassination.

"FUCK!" The woman cursed, slammed her fist onto the table. She cursed, trying to keep her anger at a minimum.

The other workers has stopped typing, searching or what not and instead now bowing their heads. Some fidget with their fingers while some watch their general, waiting for further instructions.

"But the mission was successful?"

"Yes ma'am." The agent answered formally.

Her breathing hitched. 'No it wasn't, if it was, they would've be here!' She failed. She thought it makes her no different from the general their trying to erase from existence.

"Keep calm." She mumbled.

Everyone shifted in their seat and if not in one, squirmed uncomfortably on their feet.

She promised them a happy life after all General Dreykov rooms were erased off of the face of the earth. But than again, she can't guarantee their safety out in action. She can only do some much till she's cut off.

"Ma'am-"

Her sudden loud scream filled with stress cut her companion off. And not a second after the woman in the black leather coat punched the screen hard resulting her pale fist piercing straight through it.

She wasn't sad anymore, she was mad.

Angry that she was unable to do something as two agents or even friends went up in flames as she was sipping her coffee in the staff room that morning.

"Everyone goes home," was the last thing she said to them. A total lie.

After removing her pale fist from the broken computer screen - not caring if it was bleeding - she wipes her now pink face with her sleeve, pinching her nose and ran her fingers down her pink cheeks.

It was quiet in the headquarters. The general is a having a break down. Many people don't know how to feel. Some don't even know who the group of agents were, they just punch in numbers, coordinates and assign missions.

The boys stood there along with the other workers. Waiting. This wasn't the first time anyway. Many people die happy, many die sad or angry. It's life. A sad reality.

But as others would say, ‘move on.’

"...God..." she mumbled. "What the next mission?" she yelled, grabbing a hold of the rallying, her sliver rings made contact with metal supporter.

"We’ll um…" he deep cold voice answered the woman.

"Soobin!" She yelled at one of the worker who almost choked and immediately stopped drinking his coffee, tapped his computer's keyboard with a loud click. The other workers sprung back into action, typing on the computer to pull up the next file.

The large blue LED globe in the centre of the research hall spins till it created a landmark on Korea; a spot just outside of Seoul. A second after an ID popped up. The photo glitches revealing a foreign female.

"This..." she started, pointing to the large ID on the screen.

"Is your next target." She said, assembling the next temporary squad.

Hongjoong’s heavy boots made a satisfying sound as he walks on the roof of the headquarters. His orange coloured hair blow in the heavy wind, despite knowing that he's not allowed up there in the first place. Keeping his balance, he walks slowly to the figure who was slouching.

Both males were still in their uniforms. Fully loaded guns with sharp knifes resting in there harness against their torso, hips, and thighs.

"You good?" He asked is junior, Wooyoung who was now playing with his small pocket knife. Putting his finger through the hole at the bottom of the knife's handle, spinning it around his finger.

"No." He coldly answered his senior. Hongjoong doesn't really know how to comfort people after a lost. He told himself to never get to close to someone cause he'll never know when they'll disappear. He knows their likely going to die in his hands here than out there in the world.

He was about to say something but was cut off by a beep coming from his wrist. He brought up his wrist to see a flashing red light and wasted no time tapping on it.

"New squad: 4-X Jeong Yunho, Choi San, Kim Hongjoong, and Jung Wooyoung; this is your new mission, 4 days from now. This is your new target. This is an assassination mission. If we can’t find them, we kill their drug lord, it will fuel the others to come out."

He hummed, "assassination mission..." Hongjoong mumbled, beginning to read the description. Taking a breath, he looking past his caller and straight to the young black haired male who has now stopped playing with his small pocket knife and looked at his hologram-watch.

"Another one already?..." Wooyoung sighed. "Come on," he murmured before getting up on his feet, walking passed him to the meeting lobby.

NOTES

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❌ - F/N thought the male in the elevator was handsome

❌ - San was eyeing F/n. He liked her coat

Translation

아저씨 ajeossi Translations of Mister

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[lewis-winters]

If Easy Company is in a Zombie Apocalypse, what would be their choice of weapon and how will they fight?

1. Dick Winters

2. Lewis Nixon

3. Harry Welsh

4. Ronald Speirs

5. Carwood Lipton

6. Buck Compton

7. Don Malarkey

8. Joe Toye

9. Joe Liebgott

10. David Webster

Uhhhhhh last zombie media I consumed was Last of Us and there wasn't really much? zombie fighting in it (bc the focus was on the human condition)? so I am... gonna valiantly try.

1) Dick Winters - I mean. The man wants to be in control at all times. He has multiple weapons for sure. Rifle, of course, classic. But he has multiple knives hidden on his person and an emergency pistol in his belt. He probably prefers the knives + stealth, though, especially if zombies are attracted to sound. If he can kill quietly and quickly, he will. But he just strikes me as the kinda person who just. Would avoid places like cities or crowded towns in the first place and be very strategic about where they'd go? Sure, it's inevitable that you'd run into some festering, shambling corpse somewhere while hunting for supplies but if he has a choice, he will look for the road of least resistance. Even if it'll take twice as long.

2) Lewis Nixon - man's still alive? Dude, the boy has no will to live as it is. He barely survived the first wave by the skin of his teeth. Probably missing a hand after he got bit and Dick refused to watch him turn or murder him. Lewis did not fire a single bullet during the war what makes you think he'd be the same now? He has a knife. That's it. He barely knows how to use it, doesn't want to use it. When in the thick of an attack with the group, he's always in the middle, surrounded by the others, or at the back, where he's most protected. It's a group choice, because he's better at logistics and keeping everyone together. His whole mind is a map, he knows where they'd be safest for a time. Really good at sweet talking and trading with other groups too. He spends half the apocalypse drunk as all hell, but he's otherwise useful. When alone vs. zombies, he'd rather take his chances running.

3) Harry Welsh - something you can find in a gardening shed, probably. A machete? Or a pair of gardening sheers? something that, when you look at it, reminds you of home and is in great juxtaposition to all the gore dripping from it. maybe even a kitchen knife. or, if you want something really fun, a fireplace poker? or the body of a lamp. those long thin iron ones with a strong metal base? sans bulb and shade, dripping gore everywhere. he swings things around aimlessly, whatever gets caught in his path is an unlucky son of a bitch. there's a method to the madness, of course, but... well. even he doesn't know what it is just yet.

4) Ronald Speirs - my dude was in a military base when shit went down, buddy's in a TANK. ok, I kid, but yeah. Rifle. and various pistols........ lowkey? could see him as one of those. end-of-the-world conspiracy theorists pre-apocalypse, who was very much vindicated when the dead started to rise. man is THRIVING in this apocalypse, because he's a weirdo like that.

5) Carwood Lipton - huh. probably a repurposed javelin or something? i hesitate to say sword, because he's doesn't strike me as the sword type, but he definitely strikes me as a 'hit something very hard until the head caves in' kinda guy? or tbh just something boring and reliable, like a sawed off shot gun. he has only a limited number of bullets, so he's not gonna be using it a lot. I imagine when it's manageable, he's using the OH I KNOW. HE HAS AN AXE. YES. boy's from virginia he's a lumberjack for SURE. and that was the first thing he picked up the second the hordes started advancing. he uses the axe when it's manageable, but when the going gets tough, he gets everyone behind him and goes to take out as many as he can with his shotgun. but he works best with a team who has multiple other weapons, for sure. i could imagine him taking the forefront, whacking some zombies, and trusting explicitly those behind him who're offering support thru gun power, not to accidentally shoot him with a stray bullet while he's taking down zombies close range. it takes a lot of trust to do this, I feel. and he has a lot of it. maybe too much.

6) Buck Compton - BASEBALL BAT WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE. NEED I SAY MORE. probably has a few grenades on him as well that he scrounged up. he's got a wicked aim.

7) Don Malarkey - man's still alive? he's barely holding on. he had a gun, but they took it away because they feared he was getting suicidal. he gets something back later on, maybe a revolver, but only a limited amount of bullets. he has a small k-bar knife. but that's about it. sometimes, a very primal rage takes over him, and he can do some damage with just his bare hands, but those moments grow fewer and farther between the more they go on. ya know? life's hard in the apocalypse. before all that of course, he used to be real good at mixing gunpowders and making home made pipe bombs. but ever since skip died. well.

8) Joe Toye - mans has a SWORD and you fucking KNOW IT. it can be anything your heart wants. a katana? sure! a broad sword? whatever you say goes babey! a fucking... claymore? YES!! ALRIGHT!!!! I'm too enthusiastic about this bc I am not above admitting I find Joe's arms hot. all I'm saying is those arms? made to swing around a sword. yes they are. and he's a fucking pro at it too, you just know he is. i dunno if he has his amputation before, or during the end of the world, but both paths have many implications to them, and they'd be interesting to explore.

9) Joe Liebgott - SO FUN FACT ROSS MCCALL WAS ACTUALLY IN FEAR THE WALKING DEAD his character gets shot and killed by Marines and then he turns into a zombie. poor guy got his throat slit. he just wanted to help :((( anyway. Lieb's designated get away driver of the group. his car is the weapon. he's run over HORDES of zombies before, and he'll do it again! he prolly keeps like a small handgun as protection when he's waiting outside for the rest of the group, keeping the engine going in case they need to make a quick getaway.

10) David Webster - a MIRACLE this boy is still alive. he took archery as an extra curicular while he was in Harvard, and he liked it enough to keep up with it until his 3rd year, when it all started. man is constantly picking up arrows after himself. scrounging for new ones. I say... in formation he's definitely at the back, with Nix and Don and they cover for him a lot since he's long distance. but in a pinch he can whack somebody good with his bow. one of those heavy duty hunting ones, too. on his own... well. he probably sticks to high places, or hidden spots where he can get a jump on zombies or anyone else, before they can get a jump on him.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Skeleton is walking in the street. Suddenly, there's a huge creature that crawls out of the sewers to attack him. Except when he tries to defend himself, someone screams to stop and then lots of people with cameras runs to scream at him for ruining a movie shooting. Oops.

Undertale Sans - Man, he got the scare of his life when a crocodile as big as him suddenly lunges out of the sewers to try and grab him. He even forgot how to teleport because of how shook he was. And then he just got confused as people starts to scream at him. Sans is too freaked out right now. He blips out of her and goes back to bed. Clearly he shouldn't have wake up today.

Undertale Papyrus - "Oh hello monster friend! Do you need something from the great Papyrus?" He is confused when the huge monster doesn't say anything, just staring at him deep in the eyes. Then all the movie people ran to him and screamed and he was even more confused. "What do you mean you're filming? OMG! YOU SHOULD HAVE SAY IT SOONER I DIDN'T TAKE MY WIG." Papyrus is not leaving. He wants to film a movie too! The poor producter will have to do with him wanting to be on every plan on the movie.

Underswap Sans - He got a call about some neighbours saying people had been releasing something in the sewers. When that huge crocodile tried to attack him, Blue jumped on his back like a superhero and stabs the back of its head multiple times, screaming like he's fighting Godzilla bare hands. Then he realises it's plastic. And that he just ruined a filming equipment. Welp. He's out of here, bye.

Underswap Papyrus - Honey falls on his back, screaming in panic and begging the thing to not kill him, whatever this is. He is terrified. It's actually so convincing the producter decide to go further and let the beast violently "eat" him. Honey sees his life flashes in front of his eyes sockets, before realising long minutes after he is not dead, just prisonner of the mouth of some plastic costume. And then he faints lol. He is in the final version of the movie, as the random guy that gets kill first.

Underfell Sans - His first reaction is to kill first, then to think. Before he realises it's a costume, the thing is completely destroyed, in pieces, nothing salvageable. The guys are very angry, but Red doesn't care. If you didn't want people to destroy your stuff, don't let the stuff lunge at people.

Underfell Papyrus - He gives the thing an unimpressed look. Is this thing challenging his authority? Edge huffs and lets out a terrifying growl. The thing growls back. Edge growls louder. What a meaningful conversation. This is going in the bloopers of the movie, everyone will mock him for years and years after this.

Horrortale Sans - He is triggered and will destroy the beast until it's in pieces at his feet. But uh, good luck to calm him down now that he is scared, confused and angry. As soon as he sees the humans coming, screaming, he starts to growl aggressively and he is ready to kill them too if they don't shut up. He has a huge headache and he's not sure what's going on, he needs space to calm down.

Horrortale Papyrus - Like Oak, he reacts extremely badly and just curls up on the floor in reflex. Like with Honey, the producer thought it would be fun to push it, but Willow is not Honey, and as soon the thing tries to get him, he is startled and fights with all he has to kill and survive. After that, Willow is on the floor, hyperventilating, and shooting at everything that is moving around him in fear he's going to be attack again. He's in the middle of a very bad panic attack and he will need Oak to calm down, because he doesn't feel safe at all right now.

Swapfell Sans - He doesn't think and uses a blaster to kill the thing with fire. It's very effective. There's nothing left of it. Nox doesn't care about all the people shooting and leaves, screaming to himself to hold on and not kill all these idiots. He's so mad.

Swapfell Papyrus - He smiles. He understood quickly it's just a big puppet. He loves it. Rus loves weird things, especially when he can use them to scare the shit out of his brother. Before the producer can say something, Rus drags the puppet out of the sewers and teleports away with it. He's going to prank his brother with it now. He's trembling with excitement.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He stays still, not even blinking. He can see it's plastic, and that's really ugly. As the film people are running to him, he just looks at them and smirks. "YOU THINK YOU CAN WIN AN OSCAR WITH THIS? PATHETIC." Then he criticizes everything for ten minutes. When he leaves, all the guys are curled up on the floor, crying like babies. Wine feels so powerful right now.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He screams like he's getting murdered. He tries to run away, but he trips on the puppet strings, making it fall on him and scream even more. Coffee is fighting to not be eaten, crying in fear, while everyone is just... watching at him. Because the puppett is clearly just a head and the thing hitting him is just... His own leg. What a day.

[waywardstation]

Okay I've seen minimal mention of N in the Pingo AU and because he is a blorbo to me I am going to share my thoughts on this

There's 3, 4ish, points in the timeline that would drastically change how N behaves when eeby deebied. Before Ghetisis takes him in, pre BW, post BW & pre BW2, and post BW2

If he's still feral I have zero doubts that he'd survive just fine on his own no matter where he landed sans the Icelands. The most he ever interacts with any humans is to steal clothes and other supplies he couldn't scour himself, or to try to figure out how to get back to Unova. Ingo catches glimpses of him and his gaggle of new pokemon that have adopted him as their own on occasion and is reasonably concerned for this small child's well being. Yet no matter how hard he or anyone else tries, N continously evades any and all human social interaction without fail. At some point his evasion tactics get to sitcom level hijinks.

Pre BW at any point in the timeline? Oh boy. He catches a glimpse of any sort of pokeball on someone's person and immediately DESPISES them. N is begrudgingly willing to actually trade with the clans and guild, but he mostly keeps his distance from people. Regardless of his personal beliefs he is not willing to put in the mental energy to argue with people over liberation on his lonesome. If he ever catches wind of the stigmas surrounding Zoura & Zoroark he'd absolutely lose it. Like charge unprepared into the Icelands to confirm for himself sort of tunnel vision here. Overall I think he'd reluctantly interact with the other kids, and over time he becomes a sort of cryptid brother figure to the group that none of the adults have ever managed to talk to.

Post BW would likely be an anxiety ridden mess regardless of how many memories he retains. He just had his entire worldview burned down and is trying to pick up the scraps and figure out what was true and what was exaggerated, so yknow. Shaken to the core most likely. On top of that he is now torn from his very very small support system!! Having a grand time, Hisui is a highly recommended vacation location, 12/10 stars on Yelp. N would again, very reluctantly, interact with the Pingo train, mostly with the kids at first. Overtime he becomes part of the group, only realizing it after he desperately had to explain to one of the kids that no your cooking isn't bad, Ms Fluff just absolutely hates anything even slightly spicy but she still loves you very much please stop crying--. He's still one of the very much closed off members of the group, but at least there's another semi functional adult around to wrangle in the sack of idiots! Overtime he gets more comfortable and finds himself opening up more. Depending on the severity of his amnesia I could very much see N keeping the fact that he can perfectly understand pokemon to himself and himself only, barely skirting around the fact as he tries to help with any miscommunications. He's doing his best.

Post BW2 N is pretty similar to post BW, just to a lesser degree depending on how long he's had to recover from the whole "my pseudo parental figure got absorbed by a husk of a person against both of their wills" debacle. Plus he's had a lot of time to relearn and adjust his personal beliefs. He'd likely have an easier time interacting and opening up to other humans compared to pre bw him. This iteration of N, based purely on my own headcanons as to what shenanigans he was up to in the timeskip, is absolutely the most likely to physically throw hands with Kamado if he ever hears the man's opinions on pokemon. Most of the other times he'll politely bite his tongue at the "pokemon are terrifying creatures" comments. Volo calling himself a pokemon wielder also rubs him the wrong way, but his team likes him enough that he tries really hard not to snap that pokemon arent weapons or tools. This N also absolutely manages to befriend the Nobles. Half of the time if you can't find him he's having secret gossip time with one of them.

Entertaining thoughts anon, with all of these!

I do feel like N was mentioned a few times, but I don’t remember much of it, so I appreciate your in depth analysis of all the different options we have with this

I really do think the feral choice, and Pre-BW choice would both bring some interesting dynamics to the group of kids that I’m not sure any other characters have.

I liked the aspect of post-BW with him being a middleman between the other kids and their Pokémon, but I suppose feral and Pre-BW could offer that as well? (He would still act different about it though, and would need a lot of time given to warm up to the kids first though obviously…I feel like he’d rather want to be with the wild Pokémon if he was in the feral stage as well)

There really is a lot we could do with N in this AU!

[space-ninja-fashion-show]

Oh fuck i am having Thoughts about North and Making Changes To Their Appearance

There's this detail I've yet to talk about and it'd be So much easier if I drew what their outfit looks like but Anyway. They're wearing a poncho + a buttoned shirt underneath, and along the bottom hem of that shirt, there's little sigils. Embroidered. Clumsily, by hand

It started out as a hopeless bid at something like dog tags, but with no access to something as durable. To show, hidden, their allegiance to the factions they were helping during TNW, hoping that if they're injured and found by them, that they'll recognise them as a friend thanks to the sigils

Once they started growing loyalty for this world, it also served another purpose: they knew that every day, every waking up is another chance they'll find themself back in Duviri. If that were to happen, and if by some ridiculous chance their clothes would retain the changes they had made to them anyway, they wanted to remember. They wanted to have just the tiniest thing to hold on to from their time in this world and from the ppl they had allied themselves with in a hopeless war

Post-TNW they eventually try to bring back the dogtag purpose, but no longer as "I'm a friend, pls don't kill me" but now instead "I'm a friend, pls don't kill me, pls return me home." But it's not easy to leave a home address that works in an entire system, for a group of constantly travelling ppl (sans the Camp and Zariman). They try to leave a pointer to Ordis anyway seeing as he's a central person in the group and also a spaceship and also North's first friend from this world, but all that ends up as is a clumsy lil thing of Ordis' burrito form. Which Ordis tries so hard to not act emotional about when North shows him

So it never ends up actually functioning as a dogtag kinda thing, but it Feels nice, to carry lil shapes that represent their friends, hidden in their clothes

But also along this same line i was thinking

I've talked already about North's issues with having a body, their disconnect from it, the fact that they don't look in mirrors, the fact that they don't alter their body in any way further to their liking. But also about how eventually, someday, they do get better. They do start to see their body more as theirs, do start to enjoy making it Feel more like theirs too. Someday, someday, far down the line, past returning to Duviri and who knows what else, but it happens

And i was thinking

The way that gets expressed is a tattoo. Not a facial one like we have in the game, not anything so obvious. No, something elsewhere, hidden easily under clothes instead of bared to the world the same way North themself is hidden under layers of walls and anxious survival. I don't know Where they get a tattoo, not sure yet where in this universe to assign tattoo tradition to aside from the blocky corpus/solari ones that aren't what i need here, but

It starts with a little snake on the inside of their right wrist

It expands over time, detail by detail, inked by many different hands, into a whole sleeve. Sigils and symbols and adventures and another snake, this one big enough to coil up around their arm. Hidden from outsiders under a careful layer of clothes, but growing almost as if alive

[armyhome]

Hate To Be Lame | woojong

⇢ summary:  In the competition to be the winner couple, two enemies must choose each other to win. The problem is that for them the competition between them is sometimes more important than the tv show.

⇢ pairing: Hong Jong x Wooyoung.

⇢words count: 793.

"I can't believe you didn't choose me, Hong Jong, what is wrong with you?" I saw that shit sarcastic small smile on his face "You know you are going to suffer too right? There's no winner here.." I point to both of us "We knew no one would choose us, the only way to survive would be choosing each other" 

"Oh I think your sweetheart Yunho would choose you… You both play volleyball so well this afternoon" I barely can hide my smile "Say that's no winner to yourself, see you here sleeping outside is my way to win Wooyoung" This boy is crazy, definitely, maybe that's why I'm so in lo… No Wooyoung you are not in love with him, Hong Jong is your nemesis, the villain of your cannon, the… " Why are you looking at me like this?"

"Just trying to figure out how can someone be so stupid and choose to sleep outside when we could have an argument eating expensive food at the hotel, maybe your last brain cell die" I  would need to prepare something for my dinner by the way so I turn around going to the kitchen so I feel Hong Jong's hand holding my wrist, I turn to look at him, he doesn't say a word "What? Can you let me go? I'm starving, I need to prepare something to eat cause someone didn't choose me so I can't eat expensive food, only noodles, like the past FOUR WEEKS " 

"Why do you make me doubt that you would choose me?" I blink slowly, we agree last week that we would choose each other so we could go to the hotel, wtf he was talking about? "Why do you play volleyball in the Yunho team? Why do you make so much effort to win?"

"First question, because differently of SOMEONE Yunho  pick me first for his team, the second I love to win, and I love even more when I'm winning against you…" Hong Jong was so close that I could feel his breath against my face.

"I thought you wouldn't choose me…" He confesses.

"I always choose you, my god, you're such a fool, Hong Jong, since high school, I'm always choosing you, you are the one that always didn't choose me back" I look inside his eyes, and is like he finally figure out.

He kiss me so intensely that we fall on the sand, but we don't stop kissing he was sitting on my lap, was like the whole solar system gets in line for that moment, we were so synchronized  like we researched every single movement, it takes everything in me to stop this.

"We need to stop, we're on tv Joongie" I whisper in his ear, and is like electricity hit his body, he jumps from my lap and takes a deep breath. 

"I'm sorry I get too much excited…" I smile fixing my hair.

"If you had chosen me you could be as much you wanted…" Hong Jong's face became red, was shame and angry at the same time I knew. 

"Can't you just get over this?" He asks impatiently.

"No, who you choose by the way?" Until now I'm trying to figure out who would be my enemy on my way to Hong Jong's heart, He looks at the sky without an answer.

"We should eat, it's getting later," Hong Jong's said, but he wouldn't trick me with food.

"You didn't choose Seonghwa, right?" His face became even redder "You know, I'm jealous, but Soobin is on another level, right? I just can't believe you choose him over me too!" Hong Jong hugs me.

"I was mad, I wasn't thinking right, I hate losing to you, and I hate even more when you were all laughs and smiling with Yunho, was my fault at the end I'm sorry…" He kiss my face multiple times.

"Don't worry next week I'll choose San!" He blinks slowly and steps back.

"Your ex-boyfriend? Really Wooyoung?" My eyelid shakes after a hear that.

"You choose Seonghwa!" That man would make me so mad that I would have a heart attack.

"He is not my ex Wooyoung…" I take a deep breath.

"Seonghwa is your first love, is the same freaking thing!" Hong Jong sigh and slap his own forehead. 

"How could I fall in love with such a stupid being? Who cares about first love when I want you to be my last Wooyoung?" Okay, that makes me speechless, and this is a hard thing to do.

"Are you in love whit me?" He blinks slowly realizing what he just let escape, he uses his hand to cover his mouth as he wishes unsaid the words "AND EVEN LIKE THAT YOU DIDN'T CHOOSE ME?" 

[daskellyxyz]

TW for blood!

oh look, it's l o r e and some writing under the cut!

He never knew that Humans could look so...pathetic.

They're supposed to be more powerful than the entire Monster race combined, aren't they? They've even killed a huge part of his race, something like a third. So why are they in his hands now, bleeding out and motionless?

Why are they in his hands at all?

Sans had taken in Frisk when they fell. On the run from the Dreemurr family, they hadn't had much choice. They were cold to Sans and his sister at first, but they became like another sibling to them in due time. Their face hardly moved from that blank expression, but Sans had learned the slight telltales of emotion. They'd gotten so close that Sans almost thought Frisk was going to stay forever. He was like their older brother. He was supposed to protect them.

Their corrupted red soul, stained with black, weakly hummed. Sans didn't want to touch it.

He wonders why Frisk went on a rampage. Why they came to the mountain. Humans are weird, he always thought. Those plates hung up in Waterfall were right, then. That pains him to think about.

He'd once adored Humans. He loved all their weird little contraptions that he never understood why they would throw out. He loved their weird video games and TV shows they would entertain themselves with. He'd loved the incorrect depictions of Monsters like Humans had never seen one before. Their books with writing he could never tell was fiction or historical. The food that they created that was too soiled by the dump to eat but still was a creative dish. They threw away a lot of stuff that ended up in the Underground, to the Monsters they had also thrown away. That was the only connection Monsters had to Humans, and it still only went one way.

Although Human may have imprisoned his kind, Sans always wanted to meet one.

Look where that got me, he thought.

He let go of Frisk's collar and repositioned them onto his shoulder. Their blood and black eye goop sunk into his jacket, but he didn't mind all that much. Sans stared blankly at the soul in front of him. He can't touch it. Sans can't use magic, either. That would just shortcurcuit and explode him and he can't take another one of those.

He suddenly had an idea, it was kinda stupid but...

Eh.

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Sans buried Frisk in Hotlands.

He doesn't know why but they always liked Hotland. Out of every part, even the city with a giant amusement park occupying most of it, they chose Hotland. This steaming, quiet land. Behind him, the soul followed, tied on the ribbon that would normally be connected to the back Prim's jacket, like a pet.

He told you it was dumb.

Sans doesn't know what to do with it. He could turn it into the royal family, who called for the soul when Frisk killed their first Monster. He couldn't keep it, though. That would just be twisted after killing them. But it also felt dirty to turn in Frisk to the people they were running away from the entire time they were down here. In any case, he can't keep walking it around a leash in plain sight; Monsters were still looking for it, after all.

Sans heard a whisper coming from the soul. He couldn't understand the gibberish but be could certainly understand the message.

Okay, Frisk, He responded. I trust you.

The next day, the Kingdom announced their victory over their Human tormentor. The start of a new war.

Sans' sister hadn't spoken much, even after he explained everything. She wasn't doing well. Neither was he. Especially not now, when the King and Queen of all Monsters have ordered his presence.

Sans was nervous. The family was scary, all of them. The king was cold, tall, prone to anger. What you saw was what you got with him. The queen was caring and warm to cloak an evil, calculating side to her. The prince was a violent child. He was one of the first people Frisk attacked, having barely survived for the simple reason of Frisk retreating. Frisk was a Determined soul, for them to retreat was serious business.

He was definitely not excited for anything, and he almost considered skipping.

He wished he took that path as he stood in the walls of stone.

"Sans," The queen called out his name. "Sans Dallas. The Monster who did the one thing no one else could."

Sans couldn't put his finger to it but being called 'Sans' just didn't feel right. Not with his sister and not with her.

"You killed a Human."

He shivered.

"It's clear you have some talent to you." The queen approached him while he stood his ground quietly. Oh, what he wouldn't do to leave right now.

"How would you like to work for us?"

...

"You'll be paid well enough to live like a king."

It's scary how much they know about him.

As much as he wanted to refuse, having money waved in front of him like a carrot on a stick was too tempting. He needed it.

"Would be an honor, Queen Toriel."

That left a bad taste in his mouth.

"Wonderful. Truly wonderful," Her praise of this decision was more so a threat than genuine praise. "Welcome to the family. You will now be known as..."

Sans swallowed his fear away.

"The Primordial Justice."

The queen explained all the power he would have over the Royal Guard, the work he'd be able to do with the Royal Scientist, the missions he would be assigned to, his pay... All of it. He just kinda...spaced out. He simplified everything in his mind. It would mainly be about protecting Asriel, with some other things mixed in here and there. Taking this job would take up all his time. Currently working under Undyne, Sans would have to quit that before anything else.

"Your work begins now."

Ah. Of course, it did.

How was he supposed to explain this to Undyne now?

He was escorted to the prince's room. Silently taking in everything around him so he wouldn't forget where he needed to go.

'Primordial Justice.'

That's not a title befitting him.

The little prince looked towards him as he arrived, a nasty scar across his face.

"Hi." He meekly waved at him.

"What it do?" Sans greeted back.

The guards left the two alone in an awkward atmosphere. Sans' parenting-sibling skills left his body.

"So, what are you?" Asriel asked.

"What d'ya mean?"

"Are you a guard?"

Sans thought about jokingly telling him that he's his nanny, but it'd fly over his head. "Some 'Primordial Justice' junk, I dunno."

"Fancy name," Asriel commented absentmindedly. "Oh, yeah, names."

Right. "Sans."

"No."

Did this kid just refuse his name.

"You're Prim now."

"Why?"

"You don't feel like you'd be named Sans. Just cuz your font is Comic Sans doesn't mean you need to..." Asriel muttered about his name, getting quieter at the end.

"Okay, I'm Prim." He introduced himself again, with Asriel's preferred name to get him to stop whispering to himself.

The prince didn't smile. He didn't frown or cry. But his eyes softened.

Maybe this Dreemurr wasn't all that bad. For who his parents were, Prim got the impression that he's actually a good kid.

"By the way, we need to work on your greetings. C'mon, 'what it do' is not cool. Friend-repellant, more like."

"Stop grilling me or I'll tie your ankle to a moving horse."

[2stregafangirl]

Kimiko answers some questions

Please Tell us your name

Kimiko Arisato

When is your birthday

June 2

Your blood type

A negative baby!

Would you please tell us about your three sizes

23-24 Iori-san loves this rack

Would you tell us about your family composition?

Well currently it’s me Yuri Hamuko and Minato I’m glad Hamu and Mina survived the crash because they are the best older siblings one could ask for, Yuri is my bestest sibling and friend even if he’s a major perfectionist, the other S.E.E.S members also act as a surrogate family for me.

What’s your occupation?

None currently but I want to be a rock idol!

Your favorite food

Yakisoba

Favorite animal?

Cats!

Favorite subject

PE

Subject you dislike

Writing

Is there a boy you’ve been thinking about?

Junpei is just so fucking hot.. I would like to kiss him passionately! If only Chidori wasn’t in the way..

Do you enjoy school

Mostly..

are you in any school clubs?

Actually yeah I am, the hard music club

What’s your motto?

“ Live life to the fullest! And get out of that depressive box!”

Your Special skills

Being able to run very fast my combat skills with my cleaver being able to sing very loud! ( Gigaku revolution!) being able to play the guitar and hiding my secret playboy and playgirl magazine stashes in my room without getting caught!

Would tell us about something you treasure?

The cute gloomy kitty hoodie Junpei bought for me! bless his heart!

Would you describe yourself in a single kanji?

逆説的な ( Gyakusetsu-tekina: paradoxical unusual unnatural strange anomaly enigma

What are your best qualities

Welllll~ not to brag or anything but I’m quite athletic talented and sociable!

What are your shortcomings?

… Not being there to protect my parents during the car crash incident, not being there to protect Junpei when Strega kidnapped him.

Would you tell us about a place you remember?

Paulownia mall! I have so many fond memories there of shopping and having fun with my friends! Especially the dates me and Junpei had here!

What is your favorite drink?

Any kind of soda rules! Except Tea only prim and proper people like Yuri and Mitsuru could enjoy that bitter shit

How well can you swim?

Better then Yuri bro be acting like he’s drowning

Your timing in a 50 meter race?

Heh easy, I’ll probably come in first place! Tokyo Olympics Nobel prize here I come!

Your current obsession

Not to be creepy but definitely Junpei! oh and horror games like Silent Hill ( 3 is best game because Heather is just like me) Corpse Party and Gregory Horror Show

Are there any foods you dislike

Pasta and most vegetables unless their grilled

Anything you want currently?

For Junpei to stop covering his chest up! he knows I’ll still grab it anyways!~

Are you afraid of heights?

Ha! only babies are afraid of those! So no!

Do you dislike thunder?

Thunder is epic! Like a tiger roaring!

Rain or Shine?

Rain! I love feeling raindrops on my clothes!

Do you use a regular pencil or a mechanical one?

Mechanical

What do you eat for breakfast

Pancakes’

Do you still believe in ghosts?

Only if their hot like Ghostfreak

Can you play any musical instruments?

I can play the guitar or sing via a microphone stand, it kicks ass!

Are you an outside or indoor type

Outside! It’s much better!

Do you ever quarrel with your mother?

My mother died in a car crash, I barely argue with Hamuko or Mitsuru if you count motherly figures.

Do you have a cell phone

Fuck yeah I do! what kid doesn’t have a fliphone nowadays?

How long is your commute to school

Very fucking far, I have to get on the train everyday.

Do you have more friends then average?

Yep! Everyone loves me! Except for some people.. fucking Hidetoshi.

Your favorite sports

Baseball! Mainly because bashing people’s faces in with a bat is very fun.

How well can you cook?

Not very good.. Yuri is usually the one to cook.

Favorite colors

Jade green and black!

Anything you could never forgive?

Hurting any of my love ones! Especially My siblings and Junpei!

How tall are you?

Pretty tall I imagine!

Shoe size?

The average female shoe height I guess!

Your dreams?

I said it before but I want to be a idol! Specifically a rock idol like the American rock band Kiss!

Do you have any marriage desires?

My partner must help me fill out any paperwork I’ll have to do and always speak and talk with me and also because I’m going to be a rock idol I’ll need them to come to all of my performances!

Do you dislike hot drinks

Very much so!

Do you like Bitter Coffee

No! and I hate coffee!

When’s Bedtime?

Whenever I feel like it and not stay up all night.

When do you wake up?

Usually at night or mid-day

Are you a bed person or a futon person?

Futon all the fucking way man!

Are you confident in your ability to concentrate?

I mean when I put my mind to it I can do it, just not as easy as Yuri can.

Do you have any weight loss tips?

I don’t know..

Between warm and chilled soba, which one do you like more?

What’s soba???

Tell us about something lucky that’s happened recently?

I fused a really powerful persona!

Tell us about something unlucky that’s happened recently

Junpei hanging out with that Chidori broad instead of me!!

What’s the name of your school uniform?

The Gekkoukan high uniform!

What’s your favorite flower?

The Strongylodon Macrobotrys

What’s your favorite saying?

“ Cat got your tongue?”

What’s your favorite four kanji phrase?

猫が箱から出てきたが不明のまま ( Neko ga hako kara detekita ga fumei no mama: cat getting out of the box but remaining unknown)

What comes to mind when thinning about spring?

Orchids since their kinda almost the same color as my hair!

And summer?

Arcade rooms!

And fall?

Definitely Halloween

And winter?

Freezing my freaking ass off

If you had a time machine where would you go?

Go back in time and save my parents from the car crash, I don’t know how but I’ll try, but that’ll probably create a time paradox.

Do you like reading manga or watching anime?

Watching anime! Who even reads manga besides Yuri?!!

What’s your allowance?

Whatever big bro and big sis lends me

Tell us your weight

Probably medium

What do you wear when you go to sleep

Just my bra and some panties, the good old fashioned way

What are your thoughts on the Q&A?

To many questions relating to my future, bro I’m still in high school and I am 16 years old.

[edactually]

Stede POV - 9.2

When Ed said he wouldn’t be long, he really meant it. 

It had barely been ten minutes and Stede was still in his stained shirt (sans blazer) and looking at his clothing options laid out on the bed. He was trying to decide which shirt best said ‘ Ed, I really like you and I want us to have a discussion about our relationship and I really hope I haven’t fucked things up forever ’ when the man himself emerged from the bathroom.

Stede’s eyes flicked over on instinct and he immediately regretted it. He should have known better. He knew how devastatingly beautiful Ed looked when he was clad in only a towel with his hair pulled up into a messy bun. The last time he had seen him this way, he hadn’t even gotten into the shower yet. Now he was fresh out of it, his skin looking flushed and damp, with little rivulets of water running down his form and kissing the ink on his body like Stede longed to.

Stede’s knees buckled, and he had to grab the headboard to stop himself from dropping to the floor.

Ed smirked. “Eight.”

Stede’s gaze was fixed firmly on the ceiling now, as he knew it was the only way he’d survive this encounter. “Eight?”

“Yeah.” He could hear Ed’s bare feet padding across the plush carpet and the sound of a closet door opening as he fished out fresh clothes. “Might have miscounted but I’m pretty sure that’s the eighth time you’ve swooned at the sight of me.”

Stede couldn’t hold back his giggle. “Shut up, it has not been that many.”

“Oh, I think it has.” Ed chuckled. “Don’t worry, I take it as a compliment.”

“As you should.” And before Ed could voice his reaction to that statement, Stede grabbed the nearest clothes within reach from the bed and all but ran to the bathroom. He glanced over his shoulder just in time to see Ed beginning to unwrap the towel around his waist and Stede promptly tripped over the threshold, narrowly saving himself from cracking his head on the tiled floor by grabbing the edge of the sink.

He could hear Ed’s laughter as he slammed the bathroom door behind him and pressed his back against it, heart thumping wildly.

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[awanderingcanadian]

Another road trip down to the San Francisco Bay Area with our electric car. Some of you might remember our successful February trip. Since then I did a solo trip totalling 1400kms round trip, with great success. So, it was with full optimism that we left on this trip. Oh dear…the learning curve continues.

After a successful ferry trip we drove to Marysville, Washington and had a regular happy charging session at en Electrify America fast charger. We used our credit card because EA doesn’t accept Canadian postal codes in their membership sign up, (we even tried phoning them to override the software), more on that later. However, after that first regular charge, things got weird: many charging machines were down, others had a card readers that didn’t work, and then there was the heat factor. Our car, (which usually takes 55-75 minutes to charge as a fast charger), was suddenly going to take 2.5-3 hours! It was a nightmare. It turns out that the heatwave in B.C., Washington, and Oregon made our car battery hotter, and there’s a mechanism that protect the battery from overheating by slowing down the charge rate. The combination of everything had us leaving Nanaimo on the 7:45 ferry, and arriving at our hotel in Roseburg, Oregon, (just over halfway through the state), just past 3:00am the next morning. To say we were wrecked would be an understatement. If it wasn’t for the emergency chocolate supply I brought along, I’m not sure I would have survived the day.

I had booked us into a small, independent hotel, so when I realized how late we were going to be, I called them to see if there was a place they cold leave the key. They were lovely and said not to worry, just ring the door when we arrived. The night clerk offered us a later checkout than the posted 11am, and while we didn’t take advantage of her kind offer, we did leave the next morning about 3 hours later than planned. We barely had a moment to enjoy the bucolic view from our room.

Day 2 started with again with a normal charge, and we optimistically hit the road, but this time we were plagued with a wildfire on the Oregon/California border and ended up spending almost 2 hours charging in Mt. Shasta. The upside was that we were able to thank the firefighters who were changing over crews in the parking lot where we were. They all waved as we gave them the thumbs up as they went by. We soon realized though that we couldn’t do another drive into the night, so we booked a hotel in Vacaville, (about 90 minutes…but another charge, away from our destination and crashed for the night. The next day we were back on normal charging times and after a good breakfast, we were on our way.

Some interesting things to be aware of though: many card readers at the Electrify America chargers weren’t working. We downloaded the app and tried to get a membership as then we can initiate a charge from our phones, but it won’t accept a Canadian postal code in the billing address. We called EA thinking they could override this, but they said they couldn’t. Because the card reader didn’t work though, they gave us a free charge, but it’s not something I would count on. Even with a 2 hour full charge, our range was cut in 1/3. We don’t know why. However, when I charged yesterday, it was done in 45 minutes and was much closer to normal range. In closing, the heatwave sure gave us a wake up call, both in terms of chargers working, and in how if affects our vehicle when it’s on a longer road trip.

[ah0rmone]

dazai osamu x fem! reader

warnings: nsfw, minors, dni! dubcon if you squint because the reader finds dazai annoying but attractive, non-consensual touching (at first), enemies/rivals to fuck buddies I guess?, fingering, vaginal penetration.

there are literally two self-defence techniques from here and here

"Why it has to be you?" you grumbled looking at the person who stood in front of you.

"Oh, who else would you like to see as your teacher? Kunikida-kun who's doing everything according to instructions, even fighting? Ranpo-kun who won't lift a finger unless it's a murder case? Or Tanizaki-kun who's always followed by Naomi-chan?"

The obnoxious man in front of you was called Osamu Dazai and, to be fair, you'd actually prefer any other agency member over him. Sure, he definitely had combat experience and, probably, wasn't that bad at teaching, given that Atsushi was still following him. But something about him was off and you didn't like it. Nor that you had any choice, Dazai was there for a reason and that reason was Fukuzawa's order.

"Whatever," you sighed. "Can we get to it already?"

Today was the day when you were supposed to learn some self-defence techniques. Your ability wasn't really of a combat type, so you never participated in fights but it didn't mean that you had a zero possibility of running into problems. It was your own request to be taught how to protect yourself.

However, you didn't feel quite confident at all. You genuinely hated conflicts and tended to avoid people, so all of this was a somewhat essential but still itchy experience. Your sporty shorts and a skintight top wasn't helping the situation either. Especially, since a person with who you were going to get quite close physically was a rather attractive young man. You and Dazai weren't that close, just colleagues who barely communicated. For you he was just as attractive as he was annoying - you wouldn't mind having a fling with him but nothing more. Maybe it was the way he carried himself: overly cheerful, loud and noisy. Or maybe it was the things he was hiding: his true mischievous, manipulative personality.

Taking a deep breath you reminded yourself that it was your idea, something that your survival depended on and that you just had to get over it.

"Usually you're not the one who fights, y/n-chan. So what are we doing here?" Dazai asked, a teasing smile on his lips.

His eyes were gleaming with a vicious sparkle. Your power imbalance was uncomfortable to you. You shrugged, the feeling that he was a big cat and you were his meal strongly sat in your guts.

"I'm here to learn how to defend myself. Like some easy techniques. I'm not very strong, keep it in mind," you reminded with a well-controlled flat voice but some notes of irritation would have been apparent even to the densest person.

Osamu didn't answer, instead, he let his fake smile turn into a smirk. For a moment the room fell into silence and you could swear that your heart was beating too loud. Both of you just stared at each other for some seconds until the smile returned on Dazai's lips and the man joyfully clapped.

"Okay, gotcha! First of all," he took a step closer. "The most important thing in fighting is a stable stance. Stand like this," he put the left leg forward and motioned you to follow him.

Hesitantly you mirrored his stance, the feeling of embarrassment washing over you. It wasn't even the physical activity that you hated but the way Dazai was gazing at you. Predatory eyes were gliding over your skin like he was analysing your tiniest movements. Like he was about to pounce.

Just as you anticipated, once you've finished copying him, Osamu clicked his tongue and stood up.

"No, y/n-chan, you're doing it wrong."

You were about to argue but Dazai was already behind you. Suddenly painfully aware of the warmth of his body you tried to move from him but he was quick to put a hand on your hip.

"Let me help you," his hot breath ran over the shell of your ear making you flinch a little.

While you were contemplating whether you should allow him to be that close, Dazai had already brushed his palm down your leg. Now he was standing next to you, your bodies touching.

"There," he encouraged, moving your leg a little further by the back of your knee. His other hand was still placed on your hip and such a position was taking away any personal space you had before.

"Thanks," you muttered, feeling the light smell of his cologne.

"Now you're standing rather steady, aren't you?" he beamed with his hand still on your leg.

"Ah, yeah," you muttered, grabbing him by the wrist and pushing it off yourself then taking a step back. "Guess, we can move to the actual stuff now."

"Y/n-chan!" Dazai exclaimed. "The stance is very important, I didn't show it for fun!"

You saw the man's lips curl into a pout but either than that he didn't display any sign of irritation by you pushing him away. Keeping that in mind you decided that even though he might not have any ill intentions you should stay on guard.

Something dropped behind the door and as you inverted your gaze to the sound you felt your hair being grabbed.

"What," you didn't even have the chance to end the question instantly being pushed to the wall.

Your colleague's right hand was holding firmly your hair, the other one gripping your waist. You tried to push back, but to no avail - his whole body was pushing you to the wall.

"Dazai," you growled.

"Too bad, y/n-chan," he cooed. "How can you protect yourself when you have such a short attention span? Look at you - one move and you're helpless."

The sting of resentment piercing through your heart encouraged you to grumble through the teeth:

"I told you I'm weak."

"And stupid apparently," he gibbed.

"Listen," you tried to free yourself but instead just shook your hips clumsily. "If you came here just to insult me, let's end it, I'll ask Fukuzawa-san to send someone else," voice full with venom, you wanted to be as far from Dazai as possible but instead felt with dread as your hips bucked into his. You jolted forward fighting for the tiniest bit of space.

If Dazai noticed, he didn't show it as there was no reaction whatsoever. However, your little touch wasn't the only thing he ignored:

"Let me instead show you how to deflect it," he proposed, paying no heed to your words.

He backed up and you got a chance to glance at him with unhidden irritation. He met your gaze with a cheesy smile like he wasn't a person degrading you a couple of seconds ago. However, giving it a little bit more thought you exhaled and nodded. After all, you should've picked up something from this lesson, not just the revelation that Dazai was a total dick and you wouldn't want him to be near you ever again.

You moved from the wall and this time he gripped your hair slowly.

"What you want to do now is to grab my hand by both of yours, then stand back to the stance I showed you earlier, turn underneath the arm, so that you twist it and when the person lets go, just bolt. Got it?"

You hummed in acknowledgement. Perhaps it wasn't that difficult. Perhaps, at the end of the day, the lesson would be fruitful.

"Try it then," he prompted and then tugged at your hair lightly.

Following his instructions, you grabbed his hand and as you were about to go underneath his arm, he spun you. His arm was firmly holding your throat.

"No, y/n-chan, I've told you your stance was wrong," he whined. "Let me show you again."

"What just happened?" you asked confusedly but he already was spreading your legs.

Osamu didn't answer, too busy putting you in the right stance. And you tried your best to concentrate on how your legs were placed instead of his fingers brushing over your ass a couple of times, once getting a little bit too close to your clothed vagina.

"Just like this," he said and his hand slid up from your knee to your waist getting under the top a little.

From your point of view, the skinship was completely irrelevant but you decided to keep your sharky comments to yourself. For now, you were going to follow his instructions and maybe you could avoid the conflict.

Maybe not.

This time around when you were trying to deflect his arm, once again he outpowered you. You cursed as he said with disappointment in his voice (you were pretty sure it was the fake one, he was enjoying it, that bastard):

"You're too slow, y/n-chan. Do you think attackers would just stand there and watch as you crawl your way out of their grip as a turtle in slow-mo?"

"Dazai, I'd appreciate it if you-"

"Again," he cut you harshly, puppeting you around like you were nothing but a doll.

His attitude towards you was so demoralizing you were fighting the urge to end it here and there. Losing all the motivation and looking exhausted, you tried to go through the motion again but Dazai wasn't having it.

"Hm, y/n-chan, kinda feels like you're not trying hard enough. Should I give you a motivation boost?" he exclaimed cheerfully but before you could say that he should go fuck himself he had already pushed you to the wall. Again.

You were expecting harsh words pouring from his mouth, but instead, it was the kisses as he roughly pulled your hair baring your neck for him. The hot tongue travelled from your shoulder to the globe of your ear, prompting you to jolt. Once again you attempted to push him away but could barely move. His left hand was pinning your wrist and his right one was painfully tagging at your hair, cranking your head to the side.

"Dazai," you wanted to let him know that you understood his intentions but he needed to stop when a not so gentle bite quickly shut you up.

He was licking and nipping leaving hickeys at your poor neck. You were squirming and whirling under his touch not giving up yet, so he thrust his hips into yours. There was no way you could keep any sounds in, so a whiny moan escaped your lips. You felt Dazai stopping, a satisfied smirk on his lips, then without saying a word, he continued torturing your sensitive neck. Two things were clear to you: a strong lust was taking over your body which meant that you were slowly losing yourself and that Dazai had just started playing with you, there were more to come.

Dazai. Dazai! Realising who was the man behind you, you tried to gain back control. Osamu was just being a bully, whywere you letting him see you in such a state? He certainly didn't deserve nor your moans, nor your hips grinding his.

You were thinking this but it took everything in you to not just give in to his touch. While you were having an internal battle, Dazai pulled away with a loud pop.

"Five."

"Five what?" you mewled weakly.

"There are five hickeys on your neck," Dazai murmured. "You look so good, all red and moaning. When you can't even do anything. You've been definitely enjoying it, sure you still want to continue learning self-defence techniques?"

You widened your eyes at his words.

"Excuse me?!" you exploded. "What the hell are you implying?!"

With all force, you shoved him in the side with an elbow. Dazai hissed and even though the attack was fairly weak he let go.

"I mean, no kink-shaming," he put hands in the air surrendering.

"What's your problem?!"

It was hard for you to overcome your desire of slapping him but no way in hell you were staying in one room with him for another second. You bolted but Dazai was quicker, catching your hand.

"Where're you going? For a moment there I thought you didn't agree and wanted to continue," he quipped. "Come on, that was just one technique."

"Dazai, let me go," you growled yanking your hand free. "I've had enough of you today, I'm leaving."

You had already turned to leave when he pulled you to the ground. You snorted in frustration, your legs fiercely kicking but the lack of strategy played against you and there you were - trapped under him. Osamu was sitting between your legs with his arms pinning yours to the ground.

You felt unbearably hot and weak, your cunt throbbing against his groin. His face was hanging right above yours, so close you could feel his breath. Unintentionally your eyes focused on his lips then you looked up. Only now you noticed how lustful his gaze was. He clearly was a winner today and he was about to enjoy his prize. As you licked your lips, your recognised your mistake - now your eagerness was more than obvious.

"I'm just parched," you faltered but it sounded pathetic even to you.

"I'm sure you are," Osamu whispered, sitting back. "One more technique and I'll let you go." His fingers gripped your thighs.

Since his weight was off you now, you felt kind of cold. Not knowing where to place your arms, you were about to put them next to your sides when Dazai commanded you to keep them still.

That position was too sexy for your liking - arms are placed next to your head, legs spread. All of it without his control felt like you were offering yourself to him. Like you were submitting. The man was clearly savouring it because his gaze was so intense, in the end, you even had to avert yours.

Dazai clearly didn't like it, tapping your left thigh:

"Look at me, y/n-chan, how else are you supposed to learn?"

You slowly turned back, embarrassed as your eyes darted all over him until they abruptly stopped at his crotch. There was a visible boner in his pants. When Osamu followed your gaze and loudly chuckled you felt your cheeks grow hot and desire growing stronger.

"Concentrate, y/n-chan," Dazai said amusingly but the only thing you could concentrate on was the wetness between your legs. You feared it might start to be visible through your shorts.

"Look, if someone got you into this position," Osamu continued like both of you didn't want the same thing and that thing was to fuck. "You have to keep your arms straight and put them on your shoulders, like this," he gently took your hands and placed them as he instructed. "Then you should put your leg on my hip," he tried to do it for you once again but your leg was wobbly. All the strength you had was wasted on keeping your arms straight.

Dazai sighed theatrically but he couldn't keep a vicious sparkle in his eyes.

"Y/n-chan," he whinged. "You're such a bad student. Weak. Stupid," his fingers were slowly stroking your thigh. "Having a short attention span. Don't you think that you should have concentrated on learning some stuff instead of thinking about my cock?" With this question his arm groped your ass, pulling you closer.

He gripped your hips and you let out a moan. Now you weren't trying to hold back. You were already a loser, might as well enjoy it. Being a tease he was, Dazai wasn't ready to give you everything right then and there but you were having none of it. You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him closer by his collarbone. Osamu certainly wasn't ready for such a force so he confusingly complied.

"Call me stupid one more time and I'm leaving," you warned him, a confident smirk playing on your lips.

Dazai's face quickly changed from surprised to a perverse one. He dropped down on you, pinning you with his whole body and slammed his hips into yours. As you moaned he caressed your face, lovingly brushing your hair, and then whispered:

"I'm gonna break you, pretty doll."

With one swift motion, he put your wrists in one hand pinning it above your head, his tongue running over your lips then dragging you into a deep kiss. As you two were hungrily kissing each other you felt his fingers crawling under your waistband. You jolted, an instinct of placing your hand over his acting up but he was still holding you firmly. He ran one finger over your cunt but you were already shaking, silently begging for more.

"Dazai," you moaned desperately asking him to get down to business.

"You're so wet, y/n-chan," he licked your earlobe making you writhe. "I wish I teased you a little bit more," he started to kiss your jaw getting lower and lower. "I said that I'd break you but it seems you're already at your limit," he chortled, helping you to take your top and bra off.

"You look so beautiful," he murmured once you were almost fully naked in front of him.

Suddenly his gaze turned soft and you felt even more aroused than you before. Gladly the man wasn't planning on wasting any time as he started to lick, nip and bite one of your nipples, playing with his fingers with another. Moaning lewdly and rutting your hips you put your hand into his hair, curling soft strands in your fingers.

When he finished playing with your tits, he wanted to go further down, to place kisses on your lower stomach, but you decided to get back at him. Placing your straight hands on his shoulders, you put a leg on his thigh just as he instructed and squirmed out of his grip.

"You talk about me but look at yourself," you shoved a knee between his thighs, pushing it at his boner. "You were hard even before I started to feel something else besides irritation."

Now it was Osamu whose breath hitched. You were savouring your little win when he looked back at you with a dangerous grin. That was when you realised you fucked up. He quickly grabbed your leg and turned you over on the stomach. Laying down on you, he harshly seized your hair and hissed:

"A+ for learning the technique, but your attitude towards you teacher," he took off your shorts with pants nearly ripping them. "Needs some correction."

That was when the sound of a loud slap broke the silence of the room. You jolted, a gasp leaving your lips. You tried to crawl from him but his grip on your hair was strong.

"Come on, y/n-chan, it was just one slap. Don't you think you deserve it?" The hand that hit you was stroking your bruised ass cheek.

"It fucking hurt," you spit.

"Was it?" Dazai chuckled. "Say that you're sorry."

"For what?" you raged but another hit was your answer.

"Dazai, stop," you sobbed.

"Wrong," he retorted slapping your ass again. "Plus, if you don't like it why are you leaking so much?"

You embarrassingly bit a lip at his remark.

"A little bit of masochistic, are you?" Dazai noted. "Well, if you insist, I can keep on going."

You knew that both of you were barely holding it, so you decided to submit. Just this once.

"I'm sorry!" You squealed after another hit.

"Good girl," Osamu placed a soft kiss on your back still not letting go of your hair. "Now it's time for a treat."

And with that, he finally pushed the first finger into you. Since you were so wet there was a little pool under you, Dazai successfully pushed another finger shortly after. You quivered and jerked your hips begging him to move. This time around your colleague decided not to tease you.

As his fingers were pumping in and out of you, you were trying to push your head down to steady yourself but Dazai didn't let go. You were completely at his will.

"'m close," you mewled, your eyes rolling back.

Dazai hummed in acknowledgement and withdrew his hand. You groaned offendedly but heard the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped and then felt something else rubbing at your entrance.

Finally, Osamu positioned himself behind you and pushed inside, your pussy stretching obediently. The fullness made you gasp pervertedly. As he started moving your mind went completely blank. The only thing that existed for you at that moment was Dazai and his cock inside of you. He let go of your hair, one hand now was holding your hips and another one was giving attention to your clit.

You had no idea how he was still holding on but once your sensitive bud got stimulated you quickly come undone.

"Once more," Dazai panted while moving and playing with your clit simultaneously.

Even though you were tired, you had actually felt desire growing again. Osamu was just way too good for you to resist. You thought that the only thing he was chasing was his high, but he didn't cum until you orgasmed again denying himself every time he got too close. That's why when you cummed for the second time you did it toghether.

He rolled off you, but you couldn't move even a finger, for a moment you've gone completely numb. Your chest was going up and down with heavy breaths, your heart was racing. None of you spoke because you didn't know what to talk about. Especially, since you, personally, felt way too embarrassed to admit that you had just cummed two times because of an annoying Dazai Osamu.

"Looks like we ended in time!" Dazai chirped after some time and you looked at the clock realising that you spent here one hour. Just like it was promised.

"Wish I had actually learned something though," you remarked lazily, trying to pull on your shorts back. You just had to make it to the shower room and then wear your casual clothes. However, your pants were completely ruined.

"Well, if you think that you need another one, just let me know," you looked back at Dazai and his smirk told you that he wasn't meaning the self-defence lessons. You felt your cheeks grow hot again.

"Yeah, sure," you muttered, awkwardly leaving the training room.

From now on you intended on avoiding Dazai whenever it's possible.

Little did you know he had other plans.

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𝓲𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓭. | 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓽𝔀𝓸

𝔹 𝔸 𝕂 𝕌 𝔾 𝕆 𝕌  𝕂 𝔸 𝕋 𝕊 𝕌 𝕂 𝕀

     ⇴ male reader [22, virgin]      ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↣ rating: explicit, 18+ ↣ warnings: over 5k words long, smut, Age Gap (12 years), older Bakugou (34), shy virgin reader, fluffy smut

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“Mhmhm… Mh… Wait, Katsuki…san…”, you barely managed to mumble before breaking the kisses, both of you panting lightly.

“Huh?! I’ve waited too fucking long, [Your.name]!”, Bakugou growled while trying to pull you back down.

Though you managed to push him back a little before your boyfriend could aggressively kiss you once more.

“I know, just… let me take a shower first! I just came home from my 10 hour shift, threw my hero costume into the hallway and rushed over here.”

“Ughg, fine.”, Katsuki grumbled lightly, his hand that had held on to your shirt desperately, loosening.

A small smile flitted across your lips before you quickly smooched him.

“Thank you. Oh and- here.”, you pulled the two tickets you had talked about before out of your back pocket.

“Oh… right… You said you had tickets, hm?”

“Yup, a friend of mine works behind the scenes for the comedian we both really like. Remember? We talked about it?”, tilting your head lightly, your cute smile and shimmering eyes reminded Katsuki of an adorable little dog. The thought alone made him also smile a little – so innocent and cute.

“Yeah… On our first date. I can’t believe you remembered.”

“Of course! So, I used my connections to get us two tickets.”, you excitedly declared. It helped with the urge of not staring at your boyfriend who was still standing naked in front of you.

“So when are we going?”, Bakugou casually asked, looking at the two tickets to find a date.

“April next year! I am so exited already though.”, you giggled.

Meanwhile Bakugou’s heart was doing a flip in his chest. Next year in April meant that you were believing you and him would still be together by that time. Making plans so far ahead, how was he supposed not to get emotional and happy?

“Katsuki-sa- hm!”

Pulling you down again, he surprised you with yet another intimate kiss. Once again not knowing where to really put your hands, you awkwardly placed them on his lower back. Though feeling the bare skin under your fingertips was enough to send a strong jolt down south. Damn it, how were you going to survive actual sex?

“Go take a shower. And don’t let me wait too long.”, Bakugou finally said when he pulled back with a smirk on his lips that made your cheeks warm.

“Uh-huh!”, was your only dreamily sighed answer as you watched him for a moment, completely dazed. There he was, walking up the stairs so casually – butt-naked and making your dick hurt inside your jeans.

Thus, you literally sprinted into the bathroom to take the quickest shower while scrubbing yourself the cleanest you’ve ever been.

  Bakugou on the other hand couldn’t contain his grin when he stared at the tickets in his hands. He didn’t even know if you had realized the meaning behind those. Or maybe he was just overreacting seeing you plan ahead so much. It probably would have made him uncomfortable a few months ago, when he was freshly dating you, but now? Katsuki couldn’t stop his heart from beating so violently in his chest.

Walking over to the drawer, he prepared some things, like throwing the tube of lube onto the bed and rummaging through all the condoms that he hoarded. Without realizing it, his mind started wandering on its own. Not that anyone could really blame him. Bakugou had the desire to have sex with you for quite some time, so of course he had let his imagination take over. Wondering what you would look like without anything on. Since, to this day, you had been too shy to even undress in front of him.

Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t had any intimate contact with anyone ever since his last relationship ended four years ago. And suddenly, Bakugou’s heart hammered quickly for a different reason. It definitely had been a while since he had sex with anyone.

When Katsuki heard someone rushing up the stairs though, he quickly shook his head a bit, trying to get those thoughts out of his head.

“What am I fucking thinking? It’s just sex. No need to overthink this so much. God, I’m getting old.”

And then, you already came inside, a towel around your hips.

“Ah, good timing. So, do you think we need Large or Extra Large?”, Bakugou teased you, holding up two condoms. However, his teasing certainly flew over your head when your face displayed pure shock.

Only for you to turn around, wanting to flee again. Thankfully though, Bakugou reacted swiftly, grabbing your arm and turning you back around, just for your hands to cover your face.

“I will disappoint you, Katsuki-san!”

“Hey, that was just a joke, come on. You’re so fucking easy to scare.”, he chuckled and playfully rolled his eyes.

“Sorry…”, you mumbled shyly.

“Come here. Don’t think about it too hard. I ain’t grading you or anything, yeah? Just relax.”, and with that, he pulled you down for a kiss. His other hand sneaking to your hips and pulling on the towel. This time, you thankfully stayed calm as you let him push you back and onto the bed.

His muscular, broad body crawling on top of yours almost made you explode. This was really happening. How often had you imagined and dreamt about it? And now it was really going to happen.

“It’s just…”, you broke the kisses, your eyes already gleaming with lust, “I feel like I’m gonna explode any second, Katsuki-san. Just seeing you naked is enough to make me go crazy. To be honest… just thinking about you is enough to give me a boner. I feel so stupid!”

Bakugou was blushing a little, yet he was flattered. With his mind sometimes playing tricks on him and him fearing he was too old for you, knowing he had such an effect on you… was nice.

“That’s not stupid… You’re so cute.”, he whispered before leaning down again to kiss you.

“Touch me… You want to… no?”

“HMH!”, was the only thing you whimpered so desperately as Katsuki already grabbed your hand to place them onto his small, yet unbelievably strong body.

All it took was for Bakugou to scooch closer and lower his ass onto your hips for your cock to bounce and drops of precum to drip down. Your body visibly shuddering was honestly the best feeling, because your reactions were so cute and honest. Still so innocent to the touches. Katsuki loved that. He really felt incredibly desirable and wanted.

Your trembling hands were roaming his body, not sure what to do but you also didn’t want to stop. His muscles felt so nice underneath your palm. His skin was smooth and yet rough in some areas. Bakugou’s body was showing scars from previous battles, though it only made him so sexy and handsome it was almost too much for you.

At the end, you stopped when you grabbed his luscious thighs the moment he started to grind his cock against your own. An unstoppable moan escaped your throat instantly as you dug your nails into his skin whilst another violent jolt made your cock visibly throb.

Breaking away from your mouth eventually, Bakugou couldn’t help but smirk when he saw how red your lips already were from so much kissing. Leaning in, his swollen lips met your neck, softly nibbling and making you shudder once more. His smirk so prominent you could feel it on your skin.

“How do you feel, [Your.name]?”, Katsuki whispered in your ear, enjoying the soft moan and twitching of your body against his.

“Hot… It’s unfair you’re so… fucking sexy, Katsuki-san…”, you barely managed to choke out.

It only elicit a small chuckle from your boyfriend when he sat back up, his cheeks however having a small pink tint to them. You watched attentively as he reached to the side to grab the lube. Though before he could open the bottle, you stopped him.

“Wait, Katsuki-san, can… can I do it…?”, which definitely made your poor, shy heart beat ten times as fast as it was healthy.

“Haa… you sure?”, he reluctantly asked, one brow raised.

But you nodded and sat back up to wrap your arms around his hips while your noses almost touched.

“Mh. I want to make you feel good… and learn what you like…”, you sheepishly mumbled and then softly placed a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“Oh…”, Bakugou smirked before wrapping his arms around your neck to kiss you, then whisper against your lips, “Then don’t hold back… I’ll serve as your guinea pig.”

Smirking yourself, you returned the kisses a little deeper, trying to get out the last bit of confidence you had in yourself as you mumbled back, “Then I will put in all my effort so you just need to come back for another round of experimenting.”

And Katsuki certainly liked that you slowly seemed to warm up and not be as nervous as before. His responds a mere chuckle only to capture your lips again for a passionate kiss.

Meanwhile, with your heavily thumping heart, you clumsily opened the lube bottle to squirt some of the liquid onto your fingers before throwing it back onto the bed after closing. Pulling back from your boyfriend’s mouth, you just looked at him for a few seconds to try and get the courage to touch him… Something you had never done before. Touching someone in such an intimate place.

Though before you could chicken out again, you finally reached down and dipped your fingers between his cheeks, the little shudder from Bakugou immediately spurring you on. Hence why you gave yourself the push to play with his ass; circling his twitching hole and rubbing the lube around, just to see him shiver a little.

“Oi… don’t tease…”, Katsuki could also just choke out, before softly moaning a little when you worked your finger inside.

Just the feeling of his warm insides around your finger alone made your cock twitch, the urge to just plunge into him was almost unbearable. Your own breathing quickened as you pushed another finger in before starting to move them. His muscular body was now pressed against your own, your free hand groping his ass to spread him even more.

“Haha- Ah- I guess… you’re a natural…?”, Bakugou chuckled, trying to sound cool and seductive as he wanted to keep the mask of the older and more experienced one. However, when you pushed deeper and found that little spot that made him whine, it was all over for him.

While you had to seriously fight back the urge to just cum all over him because he was just way too fucking sexy and made you completely insane with how erotic he was, Bakugou just let loose and moaned freely.

“D-Do that… ah- gain…”

You truthfully couldn’t believe that was actually happening. Your head was spinning as you moved your fingers like before, rubbing against his sweet spot, trying to memorize what made him feel good.

“I-Is that okay… Katsuki-san?”, you were lightly gasping. He was truly taking your breath away – you didn’t even want to know what would happen if you would actually have sex, your dick was probably going to explode the second you would enter with how on edge you already were.

“Hmh- keep… going, okay?”, Katsuki was merely whining.

God, he sounded so differently, and it was so erotic and sexy. And it certainly didn’t help when he scooched even closer, his throbbing cock rubbing up against your own was almost enough for you.

“K-Katsuki-san, ahn don’t… do that…”, you helplessly moaned and buried your face in the nook of his neck, making him just chuckle.

“I don’t know what you- fuck-! even.. mea- NGH!”, clawing at your shoulder, he deliberately started moving his hips a little. Thrusting his throbbing dick against your own, smearing precum around while you kept fucking him with your fingers.

“K-Katsuki-san!”, all you could do was moan out his name, being the sensitive virgin you were, this was almost too much for you.

His nails were clawing at your shoulder while his hips were moving erratically, making it harder for you to thrust against his sweet spot, but Katsuki didn’t care. He was consumed by the pleasure as he rubbed his cock against yours.

“Oh- fuck- GOD- I’m.. ah clos- Katsu…san….”, you could barely choke out, being interrupted by your gasps and moans, but that certainly didn’t stop your lover from moving even more vigorously. Though reaching down was the straw that broke the camel’s back as feeling his hand engulfing your cocks and stroking them was the last touch you needed before cumming all over him and yourself.

With your free hand you clawed at his back as you moaned into the crook of his neck. Your erotic noises sending multiple chills down Bakugou’s spine as he held onto you as tightly as you held on to him; letting your hips ride out that orgasm.

When you finally raised your head, you were still gasping and your [eye.color] eyes still gleaming with lust (though also a little bit of embarrassment that you orgasmed so soon and couldn’t hold back). Bakugou, however, simply leaned in for another few kisses that you certainly appreciated.

“Mmm- sorry… Katsuki-san…”

“Oh shut up.”, he chuckled in between little gasps.

With cum dripping from his hand he then reached back to the night stand to grab the box of tissues, cleaning his hand as well as your own that you had pulled back from his ass. All while smirking a little since you looked so dazed from that orgasm and what had just happened.

Before he could say anything though, you had already wrapped your arms around him tightly, pressing his naked, warm body against your own. Bakugou’s own arms sneaking around your torso as well after he had thrown the tissue in the trash. For a few seconds, it was rather quiet, just the beating of your hearts audible, until you finally dropped the bomb.

“I love you, Katsuki-san.”, you whispered into the nook of his neck.

For a few moments he was just flabbergasted. While his mouth needed a few moments to speak his feelings out loud, his heart was already beating 10 miles per hour. It had been so long since someone had whispered those words to him. Someone who wasn’t just a big fan of him screaming whenever he was outside as a pro-hero, or his family. No… that was certainly a different love.

Leaning back a bit, he ‘forced’ you to look at him, even though he fully understood how embarrassed you were and also how on edge that he was just silent. Bakugou could almost see all the thoughts rushing through your pretty little head, but with just his rare, little smile, you were put at ease.

“I love you, too.”

And before you could react, he had already cupped your face and pulled you in for a kiss. A kiss that made your heart thump so much you thought you might die. You had never felt that happy before. Graduating from U.A.? Amazing accomplishment. Meeting Katsuki and being able to date him? A dream come true, indeed. But hearing your lover say those three words back to you for the first time was just… indescribable happiness rushing through your veins.

With a little bit of force, Bakugou managed to push you back onto the bed, both of you giggling while kissing. He was happy. You were happy. If time could just stop now.

But, it didn’t. Time went on and thus, you whispered in between kisses, “Just… give me 10 minutes… ‘nd I’m…. ready…mmkay?”

Breaking away fully, he leaned on his elbow as he looked at you, his ruby eyes gleaming with lust and a smirk on his lips.

“10 minutes, huh? You really are young.”

“Oh shut up.”, you giggled yourself, when just a second later realization sank in.

“No, wait! I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry!”, your cheeks were basically on fire. Being so rude to someone older was just… you had never done that.

Bakugou on the other hand though just stared at you for a few seconds, before leaning in once more for a kiss, surprising you. However, easing into the kiss quite quickly, your eyes fluttered open again when he sat back up a little. Just far away enough for just the tip of your noses to touch anymore.

“Don’t apologize… Fuck honorifics, okay? Fuck speaking keigo, just… talk to me normally.”

“A-are you sure, Katsuki-san? I mean… our age gap…….”, you gulped at the end, feeling uneasy.

“So? Zero fucks given. I hate honorifics. If you use keigo with me I feel so old…” he avoided eye contact for a moment, before looking back and tilting his head lightly.

“I just want to feel like your boyfriend, not your fucking boss or something…”

“Katsuki-sa- nh- I’ll try! I promise. It’s just really hard to let go, but… I… I want to call you nicknames, too!”, now you had to turn your head away because you were too embarrassed, “B-but maybe that’s a little inappropriate…”

“No…”, a small smile flitted across his lips, “I’d like that.”

And those simple words made your heart skip a beat.

Leaning in the last few inches, Bakugou kissed you on the mouth once more; the tip of his tongue gracing along your bottom lip until you opened them, allowing him inside. A sloppy, intimate kiss igniting again as he slightly changed positions so he was on top of you like before.

Feeling more confident though, you let your hands travel down his spine to his ass. Grabbing the firm skin and spreading his cheeks, you earned his little moan that made your heart jump in excitement. However, it only took a second before you also softly groaned into his mouth when he started grinding again.

With that, even though you had just orgasmed, it was certainly easy to rile you up again. Having the man of your dreams basically humping you was very effective indeed. And Bakugou seemed to notice how easily agitated you were, the smirk on his lips when he broke away was very prominent.

“Should I take it as a compliment that you’re already hard as a rock after just 5 minutes?”, Katsuki teased you, before lowering his head to pepper kisses onto your neck.

You just whimpered a little “Katsuki…” in embarrassment, only to thrust your hips against his as well. Taking him a little off-guard, his surprised grunt made you also grin a little.

“I-It’s not my fault… it’s just you… you’re so… incredible. I… I can’t help it…”, you had a hard time talking properly as Katsuki wasn’t stopping his movements, both of you desperately grinding against each other.

“Haha, I like that.”, Bakugou chuckled, his deep voice sending a chill down his spine.

Though, in the end, he decided to stop (hearing your little whine when he did that was very cute) and sit back up. Both of your cocks back to leaking and throbbing and this time, he stood up fully. Your glazed eyes following him when he walked over to the drawer from before to grab a condom, before bouncing back on top of you.

“You ready?”, he just whispered with that grin on his lips again that made your loins hurt with how erotic he was.

So all you could do was nod very enthusiastically that made Bakugou laugh a little.

With that, you watched attentively once more as he opened the condom; however a blissful hiss escaped your throat when he wrapped his hand around your dick to give it a few strokes. Hence why your head fell back into the pillow for a moment as you had to concentrate really hard to control yourself and not embarrass yourself by cumming again so soon. (Which was very hard because being a virgin and having this sexy man touch you was very effective in making you lose control very fast)

“[Your.name]…”, Katsuki had your full attention once more when he whispered your name like that, though when you looked up… Your cock visibly bounced in his hand as he was hovering right above it with his ass.

“Oh God…”, you grabbed his thighs as your breath hitched in your throat, watching as he lowered himself on top of you.

Clenching your teeth, the feeling of Bakugou’s ass spreading and engulfing your cockhead was almost too much. But it only intensified when his moaning self pushed down even further.

“K-Katsuki!”, was the only thing you could whimper as his hot, sticky insides swallowed more and more of your throbbing cock, almost pushing you over the edge with how tight he was.

Bakugou was just trying to control his moans as it had been so long since he last felt such a nice, thick dick inside his ass. His body trembled due to the full feeling as well as his insides fluttered excitingly; the urge to move overwhelming him.

Without really thinking about how close you possibly were, Katsuki started swaying his hips. First only lightly, but it only took a few moments before he started properly riding you. The moans that left your lips only spurring him on, especially when you locked eyes with him. Just the way you were melting and clawing at his thigh, while looking at him so intensely, it made Bakugou burn up even more.

“Ahnh. God- Katsuk- ah you’re so… amazing- I can’t-“, you chocked out in between heavy gasps and moans.

Katsuki really couldn’t comprehend how cute and innocent you were, being so completely mind-blown by him riding you hard. It made gross little butterflies fly uncontrollably inside his tummy – how he missed that feeling. As someone who never had a casual hook-up, finally being able to have sex again with someone he trusted and loved felt indescribable.

When he deliberately started tightening around you, the whiny moan that escaped your throat sent a chill up his spine.

“I’m gonna- if you… do that… agai-“, you so desperately choked out, being completely overwhelmed. And your boyfriend just chuckled and continued to tease you. Fuck. You had never felt so good. Your dick was throbbing and so rock-hard, you were barely able to hold yourself back from cumming again – and that in the first few minutes of Bakugou doing his magic.

Leaning down, Katsuki pressed his palms into the pillow beside your head while he pressed his lips on yours. Igniting a sloppy kiss, you both couldn’t control your lustful moans and grunts. Bakugou just knew what he was doing, how he had to angle himself so your cock penetrated his prostate and made him see little stars.

You were close. So unbeliavabel close. It was almost painful how hard you were and how much you needed the release. Thus, without thinking much about anything anymore (as he had officially blown your mind today and you weren’t able to think straight anymore) you just reached down to his own bouncing cock; wrapping your fingers around it, the throaty moan that left his lips only riling you up more. It also made you more confident in your action, thus you proceeded to also pump his cock while he was moving so passionately.

Spurred on by your own actions, Katsuki only teased you more. His insides fluttering around you and tightening, just to listen to your desperate moans. Feeling your nails drag across his back as he pushed you over the edge with his skillful moves. Your moans deep and so erotic that it made Bakugou shiver, though nothing compared to your spasming, trembling body underneath him.

You were both gasping for air and sweating. Though before you could even remotely start to calm down, Katsuki had already started swaying his hips lightly, making you jerk and moan in surprise.

“K-Katsuki-“, you choked out his name, [eye.color] eyes wide open.

But the way he looked at you, glistening lips slightly opened, his ruby eyes barely closed and drops of sweat running down his temple – so sexy.

“Just a little… Think you can… handle it?”, he crookedly grinned.

All you could do was nod and pull him down.

Lips colliding and tongues entwining, he openly moaned into your mouth when you started thrusting your hips. Using the last bit of your hard cock before going limp to make him get off while also stroking his dick.

Even though the friction was so overwhelming and your cock was so overstimulated by that point it almost made you lose your mind, you didn’t want to stop. And Bakugou didn’t want to either. His hips relentlessly grinding, your cock shoved in balls-deep and your hand stroking him was almost pushing him over the edge.

The good thing was, Katsuki was already so sensitive and riled up because it had been so long since he last had sex. He couldn’t even think about his own insecurities, like being too old or knowing you could see his wrinkles and scarred skin from work as a pro-hero; you made him feel safe and loved. Yet, Bakugou was so turned on. Even if you had been clumsy or shy, he was dripping precum all over the place. He was so wet. And the feeling of his ass being stuffed was just so nice.

“NGH- [Your.name]-!”, breaking the sloppy kisses, he threw his head to the side, gasping heavily.

You seriously couldn’t stop staring at him. Especially when it all broke down and he started moaning so lewdly. His cock started twitching in your hand before he came all over your hand and belly. His body was trembling, thighs shaking and you could watch and stroke him through the orgasm, earning his whiny groans.

After a few moments, Bakugou opened his ruby eyes once more, before leaning in and pecking your lips, whispering a soft, “I love you.” Which made your heart jump and your lips curve into a big smile as you smooched him over and over again, mumbling an “I love you, too.” back.

As you were laying there for a few minutes, you just shared little kisses, as if both of your lips weren’t already swollen and red from all the kissing prior, but you just couldn’t stop. He was so cute and sexy. Just- how was he seriously your boyfriend?

Though in the end, Katsuki did sit back up again.

“Shall we go clean this off, huh?”, he… almost bashfully, smirked and nodded to your hand. Hence you just chuckled and agreed.

And so, rather quickly, Bakugou got off of you, disposed of the condom and in the end, you rushed into the bathroom for a quick wash; nothing too long, really, because both of you wanted to get back into bed fairly swiftly again. Hence, it only took a few minutes before you and your boyfriend were in the sheets once more, cuddling this time.

“So… how did you feel…?”, you asked after a few moments. Rather quietly though and carefully, not knowing how to really initiate the conversation about ‘giving feedback’.

“It felt fucking nice.”, then he cuddled closer and turned your head towards him so you had to look at him, “You did good for your first time.”

Of course he had to tease you about it.

“Katsuki!”, you playfully kicked him.

“I mean it… I… want to make you feel good. Is there something you want me to do next time?”

When Bakugou realized you were so serious about it, he couldn’t help but smile a little.

“I mean it, too, ya know? I felt very good. And I, too, only want you to feel good when we do it. So we can both feel the fucking best!”, Bakugou then grinned, which thankfully made you giggle as well when you leaned in for another swift smooch.

“Also… don’t think about it too much, okay? This was your first time. You only get to be the best when you practice a lot.”, smirking seductively, he slipped his leg between your own and scooched as closely as he could against your body, “And I promise you I have never skipped practice once in my life. So I hope you’re fucking prepared for what’s to come.”

As you had to search for your heart that had dropped far beyond your stomach due to Katsuki’s advances, you could just gulp and nod. However, you also didn’t shy away anymore when you grab onto him as well. Which pleasantly surprised Bakugou, hence leaning in the last few inches for a smooch.

“Thank you…”, was the last thing you thought you would hear him mumble all of a sudden.

Bakugou realized your slightly confused look on your face, thus clarifying.

“Four years ago, my ex broke me so much I thought he had made me unable to like, let alone love anyone ever again.”

“Oh… I’m sorry about that, Katsuki.”, you whispered empathetically and your hand reaching out to softly caress his back. Which instantly made him smile a little, even though those were such painful memories.

“You know. I was done. I didn’t care about having a relationship anymore and so also basically giving up sex completely since I don’t wanna just randomly fuck with anyone. All the paparazzi just waiting for this moment? And the fear of meeting random strangers who then potentially blackmail me, it was just all too fucking risky. So four years ago it all just… broke apart. Everything. He betrayed me and hurt me so much.”

Katsuki then, however, sat back up a little so he could look at you, propping himself up on his elbow.

“So.. what I just want to say is. Thank you. For making me feel something again and… I ain’t used to this cheesy shit, but… For making me fall in love again. If you would have not been so persistent, I would have been still hurting and hating everyone and everything and just be a miserable ass, ya know?”, he said at last with a small smile on his lips as he reached for your hand to lace your fingers together.

“I am glad.”, smilling brightly, you leaned in for a kiss until you pushed him back into the pillow, making him chuckle.

After bottling up everything for the past weeks, he was relieved you both finally took the next step in your relationship. And hopefully, from now on, everything was going uphill. Though, to be honest, with him and you finally having started with having sex and generally experimenting sexually, Bakugou couldn’t wait for the next few weeks.

Because if he had learned anything in the past 15 years of dating, it was that, when you start to have sex, you will do it anywhere and anytime, all the time  – and he was ready, oh so ready for that stage of your relationship. Plus, judging by how you were already slightly grinding against him again, you probably were as excited as him for what’s to come.  

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