#tbh i feel like ten needs to be alone to find himself

[notdrifting]

Out of curiosity why are you Anti Pema?

random asks | accepting, i guess ???

uh tbh i wouldn’t call myself anti anything??? i just genuinely dislike her character ( and this has nothing to do with my love for lin !! i don’t really ship ten/lin either ) and gave so from day one, but it only got worse when she gave that shitty ass advice to korra- like, im sorry but if you genuinely thought you and twinkletoes jr over there were soulmates you’d probs wait till he realised that right???? barging into other peoples relationships - let alone a long one at that, mind you - is just plain shitty?? i also dislike how she was essentially his fangirl before all that ( and his student which is…ewwww ) tbh i just dislike all air acolytes??? the portrayal of motherhood too that she represents also rubs me in the wrong way, as she was pretty much an over glorified baby popping machine… its just…. ugh, theres so much to unpack that i rather throw the whole suitcase away lmao all in all tho, i believe both she and tenzin deserve each other and no i wont elaborate on that one

[miyasturniolo]

CINEMA | chris sturniolo

pairing: bf!chris x f!reader

summary: you and chris went to the cinema to watch a new film that you both had been eagerly anticipating. he wanted to have a special time together, considering it a cinema date. however, once in the cinema, he became too aroused because of you, leading to him getting carried away and having to excuse himself with you to the bathroom, which resulted in missing most of the film.

warning: smut, fingering, swearing, pet names (ma, love, good girl, darling), use of y/n, public place, dominant chris, bathroom sex, needy chris, hair pulling, ass grabbing, p in v, unprotected sex.

a/n: not my photos, found on pinterest. not sure about this one tbh.

WORDS: 2.8k

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you - pink | chris - orange

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You and Chris have been eagerly waiting to watch a film at the cinema for the past few months. His identical brothers expressed interest in joining, but Chris preferred to have some alone time with you.

"What would you like?" he asked, who already ordered popcorn and a Pepsi for himself. He insisted on paying for your items, not letting you pay.

As he ordered what you wanted and handed you your items, his contagious smile made you smile back. "Thank you," you said, which caused him to smile a little more before grabbing his popcorn and Pepsi.

Walking into the movie theater together, he took your spare hand and led you to your seats, pulling you down next to him. As you settled down, he watched your movements, admiring the shape of your thighs as they spread out slightly due to you sat down. He adored your thighs.

"Would you like a hand?" he asked, eager to feel the touch of your skin. He cherished the sensation of your touch and was willing to do anything to maintain that connection, even if it meant giving up his YouTube career.

Ignoring the fact that you didn't actually need assistance, he was determined to help to you. As you reached for the snack you had mentioned wanting, he swiftly took them from you and placed them where you intended. "Really?" you muttered, to which he responded with a smile, revealing his teeth.

He rested his hand on your thigh and gently squeezed it, relishing the feel of your soft skin against his warm palm.

"I sometimes wonder how I managed to win you over," he whispered before planting a kiss on your cheek. When he noticed the movie had started, he shifted slightly to get more comfortable in his seat, while keeping his hand on your thigh still.

The movie started playing, capturing both of your attentions since you both had been eager to watch it ever since seeing the promising trailer.

His thumb gently caressed your upper thigh, inching closer to your intimate area, though he was unaware as his soul intention was to provide you comfort, which he achieved flawlessly.

His piercing blue eyes were fixed on you rather than the film for the past ten minutes, finding your profile captivating despite your self-perception. "Stop staring," you playfully scolded, glancing at your boyfriend who only smirked in response, refusing to divert his gaze from you.

"Your beauty mesmerizes me, darling. How can I not resist looking at you?" he whispered, stealing a few more glances before turning back to the movie.

You playfully rolled your eyes and kissed his cheek, causing him to raise an eyebrow before returning his blue orbs at you.

He casually moved his hand from your thigh and brushed your hair away from your face, using it as an excuse to touch your skin even more.

Chris found himself looking at you once more than at the film you both had been eager to watch ever since hearing about it. "Okay, my beauty can't be that good," you teased, catching his stare again.

"Trust me, it is," Chris whispered, placing his hand back on your thigh. Though his hand was now closer to your warmth which is between your legs, you were wearing shorts and a fresh love shirt that Chris had given you earlier before you both headed out to see this movie.

As you both finally focused on the movie, he couldn't help but feel a stirring in his body, drawn in by your scent and the softness of your skin against his.

Quietly, he adjusted his shorts and boxers, subtly shifting in his seat to compose himself without drawing your attention to the growing intensity he was experiencing.

Despite feeling exposed in his vulnerability, he couldn't resist the desire for more.

Observing your engrossment in the film, he scanned the surroundings and noted the proximity of other moviegoers, ensuring that the slight thrill of the moment was contained within a safe distance. The other couple nearby though remained on the opposite side of the aisle, four rows behind you both.

"What are you looking at?" Your question caused him to turn his head towards you suddenly, his heart skipping a beat as he jumped slightly in surprise at your unexpected message.

"I was checking out the people around us, seeing how far away we are from everyone else," he explains, as his finger traces from your upper thigh to your shorts.

"I wanna pleasure you.. I'll make sure no one sees, but you must promise to stay quiet, okay?" His words were laced with desire. His speech made you surprised and confused due to how bold it was.

You trusted him, so you spoke, which made him smirk because those were the words he wanted to hear. "okay..."

He made sure no one was looking before taking off your shorts. He couldn't help but smile like a kid in a candy store. He loved when you were like this with him, especially when he was feeling aroused.

He pulled your shorts off, but only up to your knees, so if someone did happen to see, he could quickly pull them back up before security noticed or something.

He rubbed his thumb against your thong, making you widen your eyes, which caused him to quietly chuckle so it wasn’t attracting anyone attention, except from you.

He felt your wetness seep through, which prompted him to whisper in your ear, "Didn't know you needed me that badly," as he bit your earlobe and then kissed your cheek.

He discreetly kept watch to see no one was looking, as he had promised not to let anyone catch a glimpse. His hand moved to the waistband of your thong.

As he began to pull them down, revealing your bare pussy that he adored, his fingers gently caressed your folds before teasingly slipping one finger inside, aware of your desire for more.

Feeling himself grow harder because of you, he set aside his own needs to focus on pleasuring you.

You attempted to stifle any sounds to avoid drawing attention, trying to concentrate on the movie, even though the pleasure he was giving you was incredible.

Unexpectedly, he added two more fingers, intending to use only two but ending up with three inside you. He skillfully curled them once he located your g-spot.

His arousal evident but yet he refrained from touching himself or adjusting in his boxers, solely focused on satisfying you.

He watched as you bit your lip and closed your eyes in pleasure while he pleasured you with his fingers. He increased the pace, his thumb teasing your sensitive spot, causing you to squirm with delight, a reaction he enjoyed, knowing he was satisfying you.

"Close?" he whispered, his intense blue eyes focused on you, observing how your innocence transformed into desire as he brought you to climax with his familiar touch.

You refrained from speaking, both aware that a moan could escape your lips and draw unwanted attention in the cinema. Instead, you simply nodded in response.

He noticed your body tense around his fingers, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as you reached your peak.

Thankfully, you managed to stifle any loud sounds when you coated his fingers, although it was a challenge to contain your pleasure. You breathed heavily, releasing your lip from where you had bitten it hard enough to draw blood.

He withdrew his fingers, licking them clean before helping you adjust your clothing, ensuring that no one noticed the intimate moment you shared in the cinema.

“Are you okay, love?" He asked, wanting to ensure your well-being, not wanting you to feel irritated later by what had happened, especially if someone had seen, even though no one knew or anything similar.

"No, I'm not," you replied playfully. Chris froze for a moment before realizing it was in jest. He smiled and playfully twirled a few strands of your hair.

He found himself needing to touch himself even more, still feeling a throbbing pain. He had completely forgotten about the film and his desire earlier.

"y/n," he said your name quietly, savoring the sound of it. What made it even better for him was that his brother would sometimes express annoyance when you weren't shopping with them or somewhere else, chris always mentioned how you would love something or recounting a story about you.

You looked at him and smiled, your focus now on him rather than the film. You didn't know what was happening in the movie as most of the time you were being pleasured by him.

He knew he couldn’t come out with it directly, so he began by asking a few questions in order to lead up to the main reason. “Do you know what's happening in the movie, because I'm a bit lost?”

His needs were escalating, and he reached out to hold your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Not really,” you reply honestly. Even though both of you have wanted to watch the movie, he was relieved by your answer right now.

“Should we just skip it? I can get tickets for us to see it tomorrow or something,” he offers. As you look at him, he uses his spare hand to discreetly touch himself through his shorts and boxers, trying to stifle his moans. You hadn’t notice that yet.

“I don’t mind, do you?” you inquire. He remains silent for a moment, trying to contain himself as he struggles with the urge to climax while discreetly touching himself.

He removes his hand with hesitation and made his other hand stop holding yours. Instead he grabs your wrist, guiding it to his throbbing member.

“I need you. I need to be close to you, please ma.” He whispered, his eyes locked on yours in the dark movie theater, illuminated only by the flickering light of the movie screen.

His hands wandered over your thighs. "Please," he pleaded softly. You knew you couldn't, even though you wanted to. If you engaged in intimacy here, someone would surely see you two and get security.

"We can't. We'll get caught," you said, causing him to roll his eyes and quickly suggest, "Shall we go to the bathroom?" He was willing to beg on his knees if necessary.

He was consumed by his desire for you, feeling a relentless need that left him in torment. He understood his craving and it was to be close to you, to be inside you.

You were about to say yes, but he didn’t wait any longer. He grabbed your arm and stood up, leading you out of the theater, possibly heading to the restroom.

“I can't wait any longer, I need you so badly. I feel like I'm going crazy,” he said, taking you to the men's bathroom where no one else was present. He entered a stall and started kissing you passionately.

He pressed his knee against the area between your legs, his kisses were intense yet filled with love. He slipped his tongue into your mouth as you reciprocated.

Moaning, he squeezed your ass through your shorts. “I'm so lucky to have you, I have no complaints,” he said after pulling away and moving to kiss your neck, marking you as his own.

You removed his shorts, letting them fall to the ground, but neither of you cared as desire took over. He was aroused in his boxers.

He then helped you remove your shirt, as he also discarded his own.

You playfully tease him, calling him 'so needy,' but he just rolls his eyes with a small chuckle and takes off your bra, casually dropping it on the stall floor.

He gazes at your breasts and begins to caress your nipple, eliciting a soft moan from you. “You love that ma?” he whispers. “mhm”

He kisses your lips and undresses you, leaving you naked while he remains in boxers.

Your hands explore his body until you remove his boxers, feeling the heat of his skin against yours. “I need you y/n” he confesses.

Your touch has him on the verge of climaxing, but he desires to be inside you, savoring the sound of your sweet moans blending with the rhythm of your bodies together.

"I need you too," your voice was like music to his ears, and he didn't hesitate; his pre-cum was already leaking from his pink tip.

He turned you around, admiring your beloved ass for various reasons: the way it gently bounced as you walked, when he took you from behind, when he rested his head on your back while you lay on your stomach.

Brushing your hair aside, he kissed your shoulder before entering you, causing you to moan. "Be loud for me, my love, no one here," he urged.

He started to thrust inside you, causing a blend of pain and pleasure that made you moan, but he was whispering things to make you forget about the pain.

His size initially caused discomfort as he stretched you, but as you got more used to it and he stimulated your G-spot, the pain gradually faded, making room for heightened pleasure.

He continued to thrust in and out of you, kissing your neck and jawline, pulling your hair to reach your sensitive spots.

The sound of your bodies coming together echoed in the empty cinema restroom where you were alone, intensifying the intimate moment.

As he moaned at the tightness, his hands explored your body, focusing on your breasts by pinching your nipples.

"I'm so close to climaxing when your so tight around me," he whispered. He heard the bathroom door creek so he was alerting you to the presence of someone else entering the restroom. He quickly covered your mouth and urged you to be silent.

Despite the interruption, he didn't stop, instead becoming more intense and faster, making it challenging for you to contain your moans.

He listened to the sound of someone washing their hands and then leaving. “Good girl for staying quiet,” he whispered.

He tugged your hair to make you look at him while he was having sex with you from behind. His blue eyes locked on yours. “Keep looking at me like that, and I'll have to punish you,” he said firmly before releasing your hair and gripping your hip.

As he was reaching climax, you could sense it by the way his large member twitched. He thrust hard into you, causing you to moan loudly.

It felt like he was discovering new pleasure spots you never knew existed. “Chris.. I'm close,” you gasped.

“Me too, darling,” he murmured. With that, he climaxed inside you, continuing to move inside you vigorously until you also reached orgasm.

As he finished, his hot release mixed with yours, dripping out of you onto the bathroom stall floor.

“fuck ma, I love you,” he said, pulling out with a pop and then adjusting your position to see your face.

You looked adorable in his eyes, with sweat glistening and a lazy smile as you were catching your breath, mirroring his own. He gently wiped the mascara off your cheek and kissed your lips softly, briefly pausing before diving into a passionate make-out session.

“I love you more,” you whispered after he pull away but he embraced you, your sweaty bodies pressed against each other. He rested his head on your shoulder, his fingers entwined in your hair.

“Impossible,” he murmured softly before pulling away to clean you up with a tissue, help you put your clothes back on, and then get dressed himself.

“Let’s get out of here,” you suggested, both of you eager to leave and head back to his place.

He took your hand and led you out of the men's bathroom before anyone could see. His thumb caressed your palm as he exited the cinema with you.

“I promise to buy another ticket... maybe tomorrow? Who knows, we might have another round,” he smirked, placing his hand on your hip instead of holding hands.

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[justcallmesolll]

My silly little top tens

yeen rambles #10

stealing this idea from the wonderful @whitestorm4prez bc originality is dead!!!!!!!!!!

anyways ive only read the first arc but most of the major shit was spoiled for me on the internet.

#10 Thrushpelt. i love him!! he's such a nice guy. i feel really bad for him for his one-sided love of Bluestar. she missed out frfr. but even when Bluestar makes it super clear she doesnt like him, does he hold a grudge? no. does he resent her? no. what does he do? become her friend instead. amazing man.

#9 Darkstripe. i think he's both the most hilarious and fucking balling my eyes out sad villain ever at the same time. dude just got fucked over most of his life. i mean i find him sily because every time he tries something, it fails horribly. but at the same time, he's got fucking no-one. he's alone. no friends, nothing. the one guy he trusted with his life turns out to not even care about him at all. i mean seeing him scramble to revive what little there is left of tigerstars plan, seeing everyone leave him, him realising that nobody was truly on his side. his last moments preaching for a dead man who never cared for him. his life being over like that. he never did anything meaningful, and he died like that. im gonna write more abt this a some point but yea!!

#8 Tallstar. his character arc is one of the most heartwarming things ever. yes, he was a shitty leader, but do ya know what? he grew as a person. he changed and made himself better. i also think him and Jake r cute and i LOVE the headcannon that he thought fireheart was jake coming to save him and his clan.

#7 Bluestar. RIGHT OK. i know i say i hate her but by god how can i not like her at the same time???? i mean all her life was just horrible shit. and she stuck through it. i know she was a real bitch coming towards the end of her life, but she stayed, stone faced and understanding to most cats around her. tigerclaw was just the straw that broke the camel's back. but most of her life she was so awesome.

#6 Cloudtail. i think hes such a silly guy!!! he's a big hot-headed atheist!!! silly guy. him and brightheart are so cute together. and yea thats it literally hes just silly thats why i like him

#5 Longtail. I LOVE HIM SM OMGGG the fan service he gets is so good. but the most important thing is his character arc. from being a bully, but all round loyal cat, to desprately trying to prove his loyalty to firestar by any means possible. longtail thinks that firestar sees him as disloyal, but firestar proves him wrong, asking him to come on the journey with him the relationship between them is so nice to see.

#4 Greystripe. what a guy. hes amazing. he puts up with firheart way more than he should have to. i mean fire is a straight up dick to him alot of the time and he sticks with him like a loyal friend. i love him hehehe

#3 Ashfur. if u cant tell already, i like villains. i like Ashfur alot actually. cant help feeling bad for him. mans had a rough time. grew up without a mother, was practically ignored by his mentor, when he finally found someone who gave him a little attention who does undeniably treat him like her mate, she just turns around and goes "yeah no lol i was just w u to make brambleclaw jealous lmao." he was plunked right on his head and left alone with no-one to care about him. the only person who slightly cared about him was his sister, and she was too caught up in her own shit to help. its the sticky feeling you have knowing that if he were just cared for right, he could have turned out just fine. instead, he was neglected and left to become what he did.

#2 Hawkfrost. i love the fan service hawk gets honestly. im a huge fan of the artwork he gets. hes cool. i like the idea of him feeling the need to prove himself to his father. but yea hes just cool thats why i like him tbh.

#1 to absolutely no-ones surprise, my #1 fave warriors character, is SOL. hes so silly. but no fr, hes the funniest fucking villain ever. he sucks ass at being a fucking warrior and he comes accross the clans and is just like "yea yk what im gonna fuck with em." he literally gaslight gatekeep girlbosses all 4 of the clans and he actually gets away with it. i also just like his whole asthetic, and THE FUCKING FAN SERICE HE GETS???? HOLY SHIT ITS SO COOL. i swear you cant make Sol fanart look bad bc hes just so fuckin cool. silly little guy!!

[onstoryladders]

oh god yeah don't get me started on how badly some people in the fandom (and most youtube reactors too tbh) misinterpret kawi's character or simply refuse to look past the surface.

"him being lonely and a 'loser' is all his fault so he should stop feeling sorry for himself and just DO things. socioeconomic issues? I don’t know her. also, getting out of a negative mindset and becoming more confident and outgoing after years of NOT being that is so easy, u guys. just DO IT. why is kawi not just DOING IT?? like I said, completely his fault his life sucks"

"oh, he's being mean to his eventual love interest? what a dick, he's so annoying. huh? you're saying the guy he only just started interacting with like 2 days ago (bc he has no clue what happened during the 10 years he's missing from one time jump to another) suddenly kissed him and then proceeded to aggressively shake him and yell at him so it's understandable he felt negatively about it and therefore acted accordingly? sorry, nope, he should be nicer, and it shouldn't take him any time to get there. that's what KIND people do."

🙄🙄🙄

Sometimes it feels like certain people are just looking for a reason to hate this show when it's actually good so far.

Yep, exactly! It's such an unkind way to look at his character. Like they're allowed to dislike him, we're not the fandom police, but at least they could try not to misunderstand him?

Kawi is not perfect by any means, and I get if someone finds him annoying. He is. But saying that it's all his fault that he's lonely in the future is such a superficial way to look at his situation. His choices brought him there, but not because he wanted to. He's just wired in a way that makes it very hard for him to get close to other people. If others can't relate, well, GOOD FOR THEM, but I can, and it sucks. It's not as easy for everyone.

And sometimes life is just a bitch, you make one (1) bad choice and everything goes to shit and you don't know how to get back on your feet and then even more shit gets down and you feel even worse and it goes on and on until you give up.

Kawi spent twelve years blaming himself for everything. He suffered the loss of his only parent who left him ALONE. He had to carry on ALONE without being able to rely on anyone else. Years and years trapped in a life that was just work work work and regrets. He basically lived through his memories of university, in an alternative universe when he did the right thing and didn't chicken out at the last minute. He was so wrapped up in this absurd fantasy that he honestly believed he could've fixed everything by giving Pear the lamp as a wedding gift TWELVE YEARS LATER 😭

Also YES ABOUT THE KISS! Like yeah, Pisaeng did nothing to make Kawi feel unsafe in the uni timeline, but that kiss was-- intense, and Kawi couldn't process it with the base of a friendship of over ten years because he didn't live those years!

I do think some people are prejudiced about Kawi only because they dislike Krist and so they find excuses to shit on his character... but honestly no one needs to do that, just say Kawi's face makes you wanna punch him, no one will mind 😂

Also guys I can feel it in my bones that Kawi will give us some other reasons to shit on him, just wait for those so we can all agree 😂

[yesterdayiwrote]

A lot was said about yesterday - I looove George but yeah, the contacts were his fault, a bit more patience was needed - but I do not see much issue with his reaction, what he said in the car was not insulting to Mick.

And after the race he did the usual interviews and he said he does not know what happened but feels he left enough space - maybe I am biased 🙂 but to me it sounds like that he had not seen the footage before the questions. But trust the reporters to remove half of what he said and create much more dramatic headlines 🙄 but I really hope George will learn from this weekend

On the other hand, all fans should thank him and Max 😀 because they were the only ones who made any overtake during the whole race (+1 for kmag) so without them trying and sometimes failing, it would have been the most boring and actionless race of the year

reddit has the statistics here: https://www.reddit.com/r/formula1/comments/xuiy3f/2022_singapore_overtakes_data/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

Basically none of them see the replays before they go to the media pen so everything they say is based of pure vibes in the moment. Unlike the viewers who get played ten replays and have time to get into discourse about it. In those moments we do tend to have a better grasp of the situation than the driver. That’s why the media pen interviews are bullshit and it’s mad people put so much weight behind them.

I grew up watching Schumacher, who NEVER admitted he was wrong. You’re literally taught when you learn to drive that you never even apologise let alone take blame for anything you might be involved in so idk maybe that’s why I find it entirely unsurprising when these guys (and they all do it) in their competitive mindset do exactly the same. At the end of the day what does it even matter what their interpretation is (unless they drive for Red Bull in which case it’s needed for the stewards rulings…)

I’ve even seen people thinking his comment about having no talent and qualifying off the pace was about Mick when it was clearly about himself? People get so swept up in anger they lose all comprehension. Im just… over it tbh. People have lost their damn minds.

[fragile-wisp]

Lies

lies lies all lies

if you didn't want something serious then why are you celebrating her birthday with friends and family?

Fine whatever you're a fat old man anyway I could do much better than some 43 year old sleezebag who clearly can't make up his fucking mind

what is wrong with me I just let stupid boys who pretend to men trick me into making a fool of myself and they're just out there shoving their dicks in whatever they can find meanwhile if I want to sleep with some guy just to stop feeling sorry for myself, oh suddenly it's a problem so you step up the pain game and do something public just to hurt and humiliate me further well thank fucking you giant bald dumbass with no respect for himself or anyone else around him, just destroy my life and use me and toss me aside like every other guy

I can't do it anymore I can't

being so angry all day and so sleepless at night is just not working for me anymore gang idk what to do

This is just stupid guy drama and it'll blow over soon... it just feels like forever and I can't seem to stop my life from spiraling out of control away from me... everything just slips through my disgusting fingers

what even is my life right now I just want to keep a decent job so I can get a new car and move out of my mom's basement...

of course I'm only stuck in this basement because my LAST relationship ended with someone who LIED to me for almost TEN YEARS about how he really felt, and basically just used me in every way imaginable. You name it, it probably happened.

Not that I was even trying to really date this dude! I just like him, maybe way too much, and he's just good for a bang once in a while... now I'm pretty sure he's dating someone two years older than him... ugh what the fuck is wrong with guys? Of course maybe it's weird that I'm only like shy of 30 and he's 43, but my bff from HS is married to a dude 25 YEARS older than her! AND THEY'RE HAVING A BABY!

A MFKIN BABY YO.

I AIN'T LOOKIN FOR BABIES OR A RING💍

I JUST WANNA HAWK'TUA THAT THANG💦

listen maybe this is just my ego trying to preserve life so I don't throw myself off a bridge but maybe he's just intimidated an attractive young woman who obviously likes him? Noted prominently by how nervous I am around him, and my lack of direction in bed probably doesn't help... I know what I wanna do, but sometimes they want something else and it takes me a few seconds to- I guess- position myself properly? I don't know. I feel like a slutty Barbie, that fell for GI Joe, and now's running his Jeep all over my stupid baby heart

I was literally sobbing like an infant the other day it was the worst

it was like primal lizard brain needs

no one was around so I could just cry as much as I wanted

as loud as I wanted... needed?

then I went out

got a drink

took a shower and shaved

then drove 4 hours out and back to get FUCKED 🍆

because I need to stop feeling sorry for myself

stop liking these fucking losers

do what I wanna do

make myself happy

just sucks that for the most part I need more money

so I can have gas in my car / get a better car

THEN DRIVE OUT FOR MORE DICK 🍆

which will be free, more or less

the price is in the travel really, if you think about it

I just wanna go to the beach tbh

why is summer so short

This summer consisted of being dumped, moving because my landlord kicked me out, being alone and trying to connect with old friends- which was bittersweet... because well, we went on three dates, but hooked up on the two dates after... so I probably fucked something up. Maybe he's just an asshole, I don't know. We have a history so it wasn't like "new", he's probably just bored of me. Scratched an itch, moving on? I just feel so useless. Men suck.

[primofate]

im feeling kinda akward since its my first time requesting,i really really really like your writings and im wondering if you could do some angst for albedo, anything you feel like tbh, but if may i be a little selfish i was thinking on something like he hurt you, so you break up with him or maybe he break up with you and regret later, im in love with the genius and your writings so why not lol, hope you are doing well, xoxoxooxox

Thanks for the request anon. <3 Sorry it took so long, but I’m feeling angst today so here goes. Let me know what you think <3

QUEUED POST

Scenario: Breaking up

Characters: gn! reader x Albedo

Warnings: angst, break ups, regrets, did I say angst?

Categories: angst in Part 1, comfort in Part 2 (It was getting too long so split it into two parts)

Read: (Part 2) (Part 3 - Final)

Albedo

Alone.

These days you found yourself alone in your shared home. It had been nearly a year since the two of you decided to live together. Maybe that was a bad idea.

You were smitten. He was such an intelligent man, and truth be told you loved how his mind worked. He was silent and mostly kept to himself at first, but with you, there were subtle touches, fleeting kisses. Oh and his eyes, the way his eyes brightened or the way his lips turned up at the sight of you. The way he held you close at nights, up until the morning.

Gone were those days. 

He was hardly home. The intelligent man you had fallen in love with, was also a workaholic. Perhaps you should’ve seen it coming. There were so many signs.

Maybe he changed. Maybe you changed. But the little things weren’t enough anymore. He came home just to sleep and wake up, and he was off again. 

“Bedo, have you got some time off on the weekend? We haven’t been up to Starsnatch Cliff in a while,” you had prodded him a few days ago, wondering if the problem would be solved if you made the first move. 

“Sorry, Y/N, we’re just about to discover more about the properties of electro crystals... It’ll be useful if we want to sustain higher energy concentrations on...” and just like that he had gone off a tangent explaining the whole thing. You smiled a little, it was still endearing how excited he got discussing those things. 

But you couldn’t help but be lonely at how he seemed to love his research more than you. 

‘Maybe I just need to be more proactive. That’s it! I’ll go and visit him at the lab today!’ Surprising him was one of the things that you had always wanted to do. But not a lot of things got past Albedo. He was observant like that. You made a quick run to the bakery, getting him some croissants and welcomed yourself into the Favonius Headquarters. 

You looked up at the sign on his laboratory door. That sign was always there though, Klee had told you about it, and Sucrose had also talked about it once or twice before, telling you that it wouldn’t be a good idea to go in if the sign was up. But when was it ever down? So, you shrugged, and pushed the door open with a wide smile.

“What are you doing here?!” There’s a wild look in Albedo’s eyes the moment you step in. He didn’t appreciate being disturbed. You tilted your head a little at his reaction, you weren’t expecting that.

“Oh, since you’ve been so busy these days I just thought I’d drop by and give you something to--”

“Y/N, did you not see the sign on the door? No disturbances, even from you,”

“I’ll just be quick, I’m just dropping this off,” you lift the paper bag from the bakery and lay it down on the nearest table. Albedo closes his eyes with a sigh. 

“...We’re working on something dangerous right now, I don’t have time to eat. Please take it back,”

Surprisingly, you obey quite quickly, and take the paper bag back into your hands. Annoyance start to pulse in your veins. “Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

Sucrose had been standing there the whole time, and you can see the slight wince on her face at your cold statement... But Albedo had returned it ten fold, snapping an answer back. “Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

You didn’t expect how much it would sting. Your shoulders slump downwards at the realization that this... had gone too far. You couldn’t take it anymore. Sucrose opens her mouth, but doesn’t know what to say looking back and forth between you and Albedo. 

The Kreideprinz had continued with his task as if nothing had happened at all, but he knew what he said. He didn’t want any interferences nor accidents happening in the lab and that was the only thing he cared about at the moment. 

Your foot moves to step back, but your eyes are glued to Albedo. You can only see his back. His hair tied up neatly, the shoulders that you loved to wrap your arms around and his hands that were always gentle. You took a good look, drinking the whole scene in like you hadn’t had a drop of water in days. 

This was the last time you would lay eyes on him and it broke you into so many pieces. You turned away without another word, Sucrose staring at the door, before she decided that she needed to follow you. “I-I’ll be back, Master Albedo,” she rarely ever abandoned an experiment, but she knew that you needed a friend right now. 

Ironic, because it should have been Albedo running after you, but instead the green-haired girl caught up to you just as you reached the fountain in the middle of Mondstadt. “Y/N!” she jogs, and stops when you do as you hear your name.

Tears prickled your cheeks, but they were more of frustration than sadness. You stand there for a moment, drying your tears and turning around towards Sucrose, gaze on the pavement. “Y/N...” Sucrose approaches carefully, hand resting on your shoulder.

“...I don’t know anything other than Albedo, Sucrose,” you start, a curtain of memories flashing through your mind. “...Without him, there isn’t much reason for me to stay in Mondstadt,” Sucrose shakes her head rather hastily. “H-He’s just... a little occupied right now, Y/N, I’m sure he doesn’t mean what he said,” You close your eyes, the scene repeating in your head.

“Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

“Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

A hard lump forms on your throat at how hard you try not to sob. How hard you try to keep yourself together and Sucrose sees it from the way your lips tremble. “Sucrose, please watch over him,” and that is also the last that Sucrose sees of you. 

That night, Albedo arrives home exhausted, just as he always does. But now that he was home, he could at least expect a warm meal and a warm hug. A soft smile tugs on his lips at the thought.

When he turned the lights on, he was met with a strange stillness instead. His hand stays on the switch as his eyes scan the living room. It was...quiet. There were no plates on the table, and there were no sounds from the kitchen.

Deep in the pits of his stomach there’s an anxiety that starts bubbling up. He brushes it off, opting instead to check the kitchen. “Y/N?”

Empty. 

His footsteps hasten as he opens the bedroom door, expecting you to be curled up there, asleep. 

Empty.

Albedo takes in a shaky breath. You were probably just out in town, doing some late night shopping. Yeah, that’s it, perhaps you just didn’t have enough ingredients for dinner today and--his eyes land on the bedside table.

The photo frame is gone. The photo of the two of you standing side by side together with comfortable smiles on your faces, his hand on your waist, and the house on the background. 

He throws open the closet doors. Your clothes are gone. Your shoes are gone. Even your scent seemed to have disappeared. The anxiety that was once a small bubble in his stomach had started to claw it’s way out, wrenching his heart in places that he didn’t know could hurt. The tears pooling in his eyes were so foreign that he didn’t even know what was happening until he hears himself gasp back a sob.

You’re gone. 

Suddenly it was so hard to breathe, but he pulls himself up and out the door. There’s no way. Where would you go? Perhaps you were just around Mondstadt, trying to get a breath of fresh air to calm your nerves. He searches everywhere. The church, the tavern, the Good Hunter and even atop the rooftop of the Favonius Headquarters. There was a decent view of the city there, and his eyes roam the streets, just to get a glimpse of you.

“...Please...” There’s another lump in his throat, his eyes dart around looking for any small sign of you. 

“Albedo? Tired?” you ask as he returns home one day. He merely lets out a small “Mm,” and pulls a chair out from the dining table to sit on. You walk into the kitchen to fetch him a cup of tea, and he snatches your hand to press a soft kiss on the back of it. “Thank you, love,” 

“...Please!” his grip on the stone walls of the rooftop tighten. His vision blurs.

“Al! Don’t do that!” you try to swat his hand away from the pot, a short laugh coming off of your lips at how mischievous he could be sometimes, trying to dip his finger into the sauce. He has a grin on his face as he successfully tastes the sauce off his finger, making a sound of approval as he draws you in for a light kiss on your forehead, “It’s good, as always,” 

His legs buckle, and he finds himself on his knees, hands fisted upon the cold stone wall. “At least tell me where you've gone! I can’t--” he doesn’t know when the last time he cried was, but whenever it was, he doesn’t remember it to be this bad. The pain was unlike any injury he had, it grasped so tightly at his heart.

“Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

“Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

He furiously shakes his head because he knows that it was his fault. “I didn’t mean it, please give them back,” as if there was someone else who took you away. As if there was a God listening to him right now. 

He realizes that the worst of it was not that you had left, but that you had left no traces of you behind. No photo. Not a piece of clothing. Not a trace of your existence.

Nothing for him to hold on to.

That night, he dragged himself back home. Face flushed and hot from the tears he had shed and the ones he was attempting to hold back.

That night, he painfully got into bed.

Alone.

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Time To Talk About All Might

So, I’ve been re-watching bnha slowly (like extremely slowly! i have a low attention span rip (’: so i’m not very far in this re-watch at all) and also skim reading parts of the manga for fact checking for fic, and sometimes things just stick out to me so i thought maybe i’d talk about it. On today’s panda agenda!

the weird trope that i sometimes see in fanfic summaries/fics that i tried to read when i first got into the fandom where all might is horrible and bad and decides to take one for all away from izuku.

The rest is under the cut! (i’ve never done anything like this before tbh so uhh (’: please no one kill me if this for some reason makes u really livid i guess)

So, I’ve found a lot of the time when going through ao3 that there will occasionally be this trope where All Might decides that he’s going to take One for All away from Izuku.

Let’s ignore the fact that, this makes no sense to All Might’s character at all without a valid reason - such as the fact that One for All is hurting Izuku. Maybe he wants to take it back out of guilt for what’s happened to Izuku’s body because of his lack of control over it. In which case, I can’t see Izuku feeling slighted by this. Maybe he feels disappointed, maybe inside he’s upset to be losing this power that he’s only just gotten and the thing that he worked incredibly hard for. I can’t see All Might ever taking One for All away without Izuku permission, though. It’s hard to imagine him even wanting to suggest the idea.

In fact, there IS a character who’s suggested it before. And it’s not All Might.

Izuku’s obviously not happy about the idea. He’s probably heartbroken about it, but he still suggests it because he thinks that this is better for All Might. All Might needs a successor who can handle and master One for All, and Izuku simply isn’t that successor.

And maybe All Might could go with this suggestion. Maybe he could say ‘you’re right’ and take One for All back. 

But the thing is that he doesn’t. In fact, he tells Izuku that he was born quirkless just like him, uplifting him in one of his most doubtful moments.

He affirms that Izuku’s exceeded his expectations already, even if he’s broken himself apart doing it and hasn’t managed to get much control over the quirk. And then he tells him that he believes there’s something special in him and him alone.

I feel like there’s something missing in translation/characters just not saying their entire thought process out loud here and that what All Might means is ‘that special thing I was looking for in my successor is something i only see in you’.

I just find it incredibly hard to understand that people see this man who is so set in Izuku being the only one who could possibly succeed him, this man who SHOT IZUKU DOWN nearly immediately when he suggested that he choose another successor. And that they just write him as a cold-hearted character who would take away the quirk he gave Izuku and then just leave him for good, as if they never spent ten months training together.

[sunnyjae]

Hello, can you do Car sex with Jake. Thank you

sure 😸 i think i went a bit plot and dialogue heavy with this one but here you go

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don't do it in a car ♡ sjy

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. I put my smut strictly under the smut tags on here to protect you guys so don't open anything with a warning like this one. Please.

pairing ♡ jake x fem!reader (no real explicit dom/sub dynamics)

genre ♡ suggestive, slice-of-life, fluff, smut, non-idol!au

warnings ♡ dirty talk, fluff, riding, creampie (more fluff and side plot than smut tbh)

word count ♡ 1.8k

summary ♡ jake likes you and finally has time to spend with you alone...in the car...on a road trip.

author’s note - i wasn’t really all that confident with this one lol, i normally write domestic scenarios but I hope this works for the anon 😌

You feel Sunghoon throw you a look when Jake offers to have you sit on his lap through the two hour car ride. Heeseung tells the group that he’s fine with taking turns with Jake so you don’t end up cutting off the blood supply in his legs, to which you laugh, but you also bite your lip at the prospect.

Going on a sort of MT (or ‘membership training’, as Jay called it), you and the guys happened to miscalculate the number of seats needed in the car you rented (Jay was blamed because he volunteered to choose the car and drive all of you to the cabin).

“I’m so sorry, sweetie.” Jay apologises to you for the third time in ten minutes as the others argue about where you’re supposed to sit now.

“She’s fine,” Jake dismisses Jungwon’s screech with a wave, the younger explaining that this whole situation is illegal and your safety should be a priority. Of course Jake knows this, but he’s not missing the opportunity to cuddle you.

“Wonnie, you’re right, but I’ll really be fine.” you smile at him reassuringly.

A silence settles as Ni-ki and Jungwon take their seats in the front of the minivan. “Promise to make Jake shut up for the whole ride?” Sunoo raises his hand in question, Jake sending him a glare in return.

You laugh again, glancing at Jake who welcomes you with open arms, “Babygirl!”

The pet name makes you grimace and Jake pouts playfully, eyes wide with mock hurt. His seat is at the back where there’s the most space, so you’re half glad you won’t have to be squished against the aisle or one of the windows.

Your skirt is cute and rests around the upper mid thigh, and Jake has to swallow at the sight, lubricating his dry throat. He loves short skirts, particularly on you, as the girl of his dreams.

He just wishes he could flip the material over and-

“Jake?”

“Huh?” he clears his throat, eyes on yours now.

“Make some space for me?”

“There’s always space for you,” he gives you a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, belting himself up and you pout in response, climbing in and gripping the back of the front seat before sitting yourself over Jake’s thighs.

He nearly swears aloud at the warmth radiating from you, taking in the fruity smell of your perfume and new shampoo.

Without hesitation, he wraps his arms around your soft midsection, allowing you to rest your back over his chest, “Good girl,” he mutters.

The pet name does something to you that you find difficult to explain.

You shuffle over him, finding the perfect spot to feel comfortable as the car rolls out of the car park. Jay spares a glance through the front mirror to make sure you’re okay and notices your cute lips pushed out into a pout. “You doing good back there, hon’?” he asks.

“I’m good, Jayjay.” you confirm with a smiley nod.

Jake’s hands move to your hips and you look down. He presses you even closer to him (if that’s possible) and you can almost feel his satisfied grin as he rests his head back on the headrest with closed eyes.

Your cheeks heat at the realisation you’re sitting on Jake and having him so close, so intimate, and he doesn’t mind at all.

Forty-five minutes into the drive, you’re sitting sideways on Jake’s lap with your back against the side of the car, a thick blanket over your back and your head resting in the area between your friend’s neck and shoulder. Your eyes are closed and you hum absentmindedly, using your fingers to stroke at the side of Jake’s face and ear. He smiles too, without your knowledge, his own eyes closed in the bliss of the moment.

You press a barely-there kiss on the skin of his jaw and he sucks in a shaky breath.

This was the first time you two were cuddling and yet it didn't really feel like it at all. Jake moves his head away from you and opens his eyes, pressing his lips to your cheek with a soft smile, admiring your pretty eyelashes and cute features.

“Jay hyung,” Jungwon says hesitantly.

“Hm?” Jay hums, glancing away from the road.

“Ni-ki feels sick,” he informs him.

Jay visibly tenses up, “Okay, we’re pulling over. Hold on Riki.” he affirms, making you look over the headrest to look at the oddly silent and apparently nauseous youngest.

“Breathe, Riki, you’ll be fine. Just don’t speak, everyone be quiet.” you hush, feeling Jake rub the skin of your cheekbone soothingly.

Then, when Jay pulls over, you watch the younger boys hop out and assist Ni-ki by patting his back as he bends over. Worriedly, you slide off Jake hop out of the vehicle to meet them. Ni-ki is breathing heavily, struggling to hold in his nausea.

“I didn’t know you had travel sickness.” you mutter, stroking down Ni-ki’s back.

“Neither did he apparently,” Sunoo adds, brows furrowing and bending over to look at Ni-ki’s face.

Jay hops out of the vehicle following you and stands with the rest of the group, Jake watching in slight jealousy as you take care of his younger friend (the minimum one should do, he tries to remind himself).

“Jealous, huh?” Sunghoon smirks at Jake when he turns around in his seat up front.

Jake swallows, eyes shifting from the outside to his best friend. “Pfft.” he shrugs.

Sunghoon laughs aloud, making you cast a glance back to Jake. He waves sheepishly at you and you send him a charming smile, heart fluttering. Your smile never failed to make the boy swoon, although he always laughed it off in the heat of the moment.

When Ni-ki makes his way back, feeling better after drinking some cold water, he mutters a thank you, pulling you into a warm hug. You pat his head and back, cheeks puffy as you grin to yourself. “Always let me know if you’re not feeling well.” you tell him.

He looks at Jake as he hugs you with a smirk and the Aussie feels himself straighten up, raising a brow at the younger’s odd expression.

Ah, it was jealousy. He concludes.

“Why don’t we just stop the car here then? We can go to the grocery store across the road and stretch our legs.” Heeseung stands up from his seat. “Come on, Sunghoon.” his eyes find Jake’s with a prolonged stare. “You and y/n are staying in the car.”

That’s how you ended up back on Jake’s lap with three of his fingers pushing and and out of your hot entrance, his strained voice in your ear as he listened to the filthy wetness sounding from below.

“Please, can I ride you?” you mutter, arms circling his neck, and he groans out a rough “Fuck, yeah sweetheart,”

Pulling himself out of his jeans, already hard, he bucks his hips up at the feeling of your hole at his tip. “Jake, please put it in, please fuck me.” you whisper, kissing his ear softly.

He wastes no time and inch by inch enters your pulsing heat, stroking at your hips until he is fully inside. “Shit, Jake.” you curse.

“This skirt really did something to me,” he groans, allowing his fingers to fiddle with the hem. You noticed his love for skirts some months ago but you didn’t know it affected him this much.

Jake bought you a cute checkered skirt for your birthday last year, and you didn’t think anything of it, but he was clearly satisfied with the fact you wore what he got you - especially if it flattered you in all the right places, just like this short number did.

“You like it?” you sniffle into his neck, beginning to move your hips up and down slowly. “You like it when I wear short skirts for you, Jake?”

He almost chokes, and he’s not entirely sure if it’s the comment you made or whether it’s your delicious tightness enveloping his dick. Jake swears again, willing himself to keep talking for your sake as you ride him faster. The filthy sound and feeling of your wetness makes you bite your lip, his cock pushing into just the right places with consistent nudges at your special spot. You squeal when his thumb finds your clit with ease.

“I love it, sweetheart. You're gonna wear more short skirts for me?” he pants, almost cumming in you when you clench around him tightly, the sensitivity of his tip almost too much for him to bear.

You nod frantically, eyes boring into his dark ones, “Yeah,” you swallow. “I’m not gonna wear any panties anymore Jake,”

“You gonna let me slide in whenever I want, baby?” he questions, licking his bottom lip. “Gonna let me cream your pussy, just like you’ve always wanted?”

“Yeah, cream me Jake - please,” pulse already going a mile a minute, you feel lightheaded at the pressure and fullness in your lower abdomen.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” Jake’s cock twitches inside you, alerting the both of you to his impending orgasm.

Yours draws to a climax, thighs shaking over the top of his. Your arms are wrapped so tightly around Jake, you fear you’ll collapse if you let go. “Come first, love, that’s it.” He mutters, quickening his fingers on your clit as you cum hard.

You tremble as it hits, eyes squeezed shut, and you’re so distracted you don’t really feel Jake hold you down before he shoots his load into you. “Well done baby,” he sighs, satiated.

You pull yourself up to look at him and press your bitten lips to his as he grinds you down on his creamy cock, smirking. “Hmm,” he hums, “So good for me, still so tight.”

“Yeah?” you shyly simper, leaning in to whisper into his ear, “When we get to the cabin you can fuck me again,”

“Can I?” he strokes your cheek affectionately, a cute grin taking over his lips. “I guess i’ll have to decide what to do with you later, right love?”

“Yeah,” you mutter, your own lips breaking out into a grin.

He curses when he feels you suddenly clench, “Fuck,”

“OH SHIT.” you smack your hand over your mouth.

“What’s wrong?” Jake panics, suddenly groaning when you shuffle on his lap, your gaze off somewhere behind him.

There are the others with shopping bags, heading back towards the van.

“They’re coming.” you whine.

Jake whimpers, glancing back towards the window and indeed, he sees the guys on their way. “Well, shit.”

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[toiletwipes]

simpbur's college roommate

tw: obsession, possessiveness? not really tbh, simpbur is caught, overstim, vibrator, afab body, vaginal penetration, pretty boy is thrown around and so is good boy, praise, maybe a tiny bit degrading, im just a little bit scared to look through this to check for anything else. its not bad but im just scared i'll delete this if i dont post it now.

1.7k words, so not that long but I promised you guys content so here it is!

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it was the smaller things, really.

you wouldn’t notice them, if you weren’t looking for them, type of deal. a shirt that fits you just a little bit too snug so it sits in the back of your closet, or did. an old polaroid with an older friend, faces smiling into the flash of light, it had sat in the bottom of your old memory box, said box gone untouched by you for months. an oversized, raggedy hoodie that you had ditched for a newer, softer coat.

you didn’t want to believe it but at the moment you had bigger fish to fry with schoolwork.

the coat from before sat in your lap at the moment, you parked yourself in the library as you studied with a close friend for some government essay, and you were just nearly finished with the second to last page, when your friend spoke up.

she taps on your arm, pulling out your earbud, “hey, your roommate is will, er, wilbur, right?” you stopped in the middle of a word, lifting your head to meet her eyesight.

“yeah, why? he being creepy or something?” you ask, hoping for a no, he wasn’t bad, but you knew that if anybody else had been his roommate, he would've found himself in trouble during the first week alone.

“no, actually, it’s just- it’s just that, um, are you guys dating?” you snorted, really? you and him? dating?

“he’s cute, but no, why d’ya ask?” you laugh to yourself as you look into your notes as you start typing again.

“well, he’s just been wearing your hoodie, like a lot.” you still, eyebrows furrowing. your hoodie?

“how do you know it's my hoodie?” you look her in her eyes, folding your arms together as you lean back.

“i know for sure its your hoodie because it has that one bleach stain on the front and on the shoulder from when you said you could wear a hoodie and bleach your hair, and the time that you spilt bleach directly onto your hoodie and panicked for five minutes before doing something about it. i know it's yours so why is he wearing it?” your mind is blank as you stuff your things back into your backpack, her sputtering with questions and your lack of answers leaving much to be desired.

but as you exit the building, you shrug your coat as it starts to pour and the dark sky flashes for a moment. you rush in your walking to get to the dorms as soon as possible. just your luck that your dorm is on the other side of the campus. its still about five minutes before you bang on your dorm room. the music blasting on the other side silences as your roommate opens the door, his mouth drops into a round circle and you stare at his chest as you push past him.

“where the hell have you been? it’s barely been pouring!” he sounds off like a rattled hen but you head straight to your room, dumping your backpack and coat on your bed. without an answer, he follows you but any questions he has dries in his mouth as he watches you dig in your closet. pulling a ratty tee shirt and shorts you shrug your soaked shirt over your head.

will has to force himself out of the room but it's not a second later when you come out, hair wet and skin damp when you grab onto his head of hair and pull as you drag him to his room.

throwing him onto the bed, you barely glanced at his face, seeing it already being covered in tears, hands grasping for yours as it leaves him.

you glance around his room before you see the one clean area, his nightstand and dig through that. you found not only items you knew were missing but more, underwear you thought you'd thrown away, a vibrator that you'd thought had gotten stolen by a petty friend, not an obsessive roommate.

and then throwing his closet open, you saw it balled up and thrown in the corner, your hoodie.

taking it out, you push it into will's chest. "dude, literally, what the fuck?" you go to shout at him more but he moves onto his knees, tears dripping and pouring down his cheeks, begging for you to not leave.

"i know i'm a creep, a disgusting one at that, but please don't- please don't leave me, no one's been this nice and stayed with me for this long," he begs and continues to beg as you stand at the foot of his bed, watching as he took a hold of your forearms, rubbing circles into them.

you clasp a hand over his mouth as you coo, shushing him and smoothing over his hair with your other hand.

"my dirty, little stalker doesn't want me to go, but who said i was going to let you leave?" you then pull back on his hair, relishing in the guttural moan that is ripped from his throat, attaching your lips to his neck and climbing into lap, grinding down into the growing bulge in his sweats.

he moans out your name, hands finding purchase wherever he can, gripping your hip and your shoulder, trying to thrust up and meet your hips but you move your hands to hold his hips down.

"no, no, no, good boys take what they're given, that much you've proven, will," you murmur in his ear, slowing the rolls in your hips and watching him writhe beneath you.

"be a good boy for me, huh? are you my pretty boy?" he sobs out a yes as you grind down hard on his cock, the praise going straight to his dick as you mouth bruises into his neck. sucking particularly hard his hands come and circle around your waist, his head hanging onto your shoulder.

"please, please let me-"

"oh no, baby, tonight, it's all about you," you pause, standing up and hearing that beautiful whine pulled from his throat, "your punishment for being a dirty, little whore who wanted all my things for yourself, all of me without me." he shook his head, eyes barely opening as he reaches for you, but you've gone to his nightstand and pulled out the vibrator, turning it on and off and finding it surprisingly still working. well, not that surprising.

"now, you're gonna be a good boy and let me take care of you, or you can be alone," he reaches for you, begging you not to leave him and you can't say you weren't that affected.

something about this tall, greasy simp of a man, who stole your things and wears your old hoodie, begging for you not to go, it just settled nicely in the bottom of your stomach.

you weren't denying you were absolutely soaked by now, shoving your shorts off.

"please, i'll- your good boy, be so good for you-" he cuts himself off as you climb back to straddle his lap, this time rolling your hips once before you turn your vibrator on.

"good, so good for me," you hum as you place the vibrator between your panty-clad folds and his sweatpants-covered-cock. the vibrations sent you to a different plane as you grind into him, listening to the way he cried and the way his legs trembled.

you could tell the next moment, he was about to cum and well, you can't have that, not so soon. "ah, ah, ah," you breathe out, taking the vibe away as you lean back and away from his dick.

he lurched forward and his legs shake again as he's denied an orgasm, he cries out and into your neck.

"is my baby ready for ten more of these?" you ask him and his eyes snap wide open, meeting yours and when a moment passes and you press the vibe back against his dick, he whines.

you weren't kidding about before, it's been about an hour, you think, and he's buried his face in a pillow, crying from the over-stimulation and from not cumming.

you, yourself, have occupied your time with stretching yourself out, three fingers buried deep into your pussy and the sounds coming from it has will peeking out from the pillow, eyes sparkling with that crying glow.

taking your fingers out, and sticking them into his mouth, you move yourself over his lap, taking his cock in your hand as you rub it in between your folds. moaning, you move away as his hips jerk upwards, him biting and crying into his fist.

"my pretty baby, doing so well for me, gonna let me make you feel good? you gonna let me make you cum?" will nods his head and lets out the loudest moan you heard that day when you sink down on his cock.

buried to the hilt, he twitches inside you, and he's begging to cum, "'m gonna, 'm gonna cum, please, plea- need to, i need to cum in you," he begs and who are you to deny your pretty boy that?

"cum for me baby," you say, out of breath as you bounce on his cock, reveling in the slick sounds coming from between y'all. he does cum, hips thrusting upwards to bury himself in you, and you let him. but when you know he's all spent, you start to bounce on his cock, him crying from the over-sensitivity.

"just- just let me cum," you breathe out, balancing yourself with his shoulder and one hand rubbing circles into your clit, moans coming from your mouth as sobs leaves will's.

"oh- oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" you cry out, squeezing around will and falling on top of his chest.

breathing together, you let yourself have this moment before you get up and moves towards the bathroom. you hear him calling out for you as you grab a damp towel, some water, and a dry towel.

"did you think i was going to leave you, baby?" you ask, mostly not expecting an answer but turning to him as you run the damp cloth over his face and neck, he bit his lip.

"a little bit, yeah."

"well, don't think about that again, because as much as you're weird and steal my shit, you're still important to me," you tell me, "you're my pretty boy and you're going to stay that way."

when you finished cleaning him up and then cleaned yourself, you take the spot next to him and pull the covers over you two.

he leans into your side, pulling you into him, trying to get closer than close.

"you promise?"

you smile to yourself, thinking about having him all to yourself, "i promise."

[kiss-inthekitchen]

anytime | bucky barnes

summary: bucky's having trouble sleeping and he just wants you around

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: none! this is completely self indulgent fluff

word count: 1k

a/n: i got the idea for this while watching law and order: organized crime bc detective stabler can't sleep due to his ptsd and i was just like, you KNOW he wants to call olivia for comfort. and yeah anyway. this fic would not exist if not for law and order and idk how i feel about that tbh

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Bucky can’t sleep.

Which is nothing new for him. His bed is too big, he can’t turn his thoughts off, he’s exhausted but he’s not tired. He’d moved to the floor, which at least made him feel more solid in his surroundings- the hardwood is unforgiving, but it’s a discomfort he’s become familiar with.

He sits up for the umpteenth time, turning to look at the clock on his bedside table as if he could make time go faster by force of will alone. It’s been ten minutes since the last time he checked and it feels like an hour. 1:07 AM.

His bed is too big, he can’t turn his thoughts off, and he’s going to break if he doesn’t get some respite from the images flashing through his mind.

Sighing, he decides he’s finally reached the point of giving in. There’s only one thing he knows will help, and he’s done trying to talk himself out of it.

You’re watching TV in your room- well, not so much watching as you are using it for background noise while you scroll through your phone- when the screen is taken over by an incoming call. You smile to yourself. Bucky was stubborn, always preferring to call rather than text, even though he was perfectly capable.

“Hey, Buck,” you said softly into the phone, barely above a whisper, respecting the late night hour even though you were alone in your room a few floors down from him.

“Hey,” he breathes, and you can sense his relief through the line.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, doll, everything’s…” he trails off, because it’s fine, but also it’s not, and he doesn’t know how to tell you that. He decides it’s best to just bite the bullet, he can’t take anymore overanalyzing. “I can’t sleep. Can you come up? Can you… stay?”

You’re silent on the line. Bucky’s never asked you anything like that before. The two of you are close, of course, but not like this. Not until now, anyway. You’re wondering if you heard him right or if you actually fell asleep and you’re having another hyper realistic dream when he speaks again.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to, I’m okay, I just-”

His voice snaps you out of it. “I’m on my way.”

-

An embarrassingly short amount of time later, you’re outside his door in your sleep shorts and a loose t-shirt, having shoved your feet into your slippers and all but ran out the door.

Before you can knock, he’s opening the door, standing in front of you in a similar outfit to yours.

“Hey, doll,” he says, softly, and you can read all his emotions in his eyes, tentatively stepping inside before wrapping your arms around him. He exhales in a slight chuckle, hugging you back and relaxing into your touch.

“Hey,” you speak into his chest as he reaches one arm out to push the door closed behind you.

You disentangle yourself, moving to his bed and settling yourself in the middle of it. He follows, leaning his back against the headboard, his outstretched legs grazing your folded ones, and you find it so easy to lean into his touch. Resting your head on his shoulder, he wraps his left arm around you, pulling you in closer, and you take note of the quiet room. No music, no TV on in the background, just him alone with his thoughts.

“What do you need, Buck?’’ you ask, tilting your head up to look at him.

His eyes meet yours. “Just needed you here,” he half smiles. “What were you doing before I called?”

You try to ignore the way your stomach flips at the way he said he needed you. “Nothing, really. I was just bored on my phone. I’m usually up later than everyone else, anyway. Just don’t really get tired til late,” you finish, yawning immediately after because your body loves to contradict you. You’d roll your eyes at yourself if he wasn’t looking at you.

“Well, I guess it is officially late then,” Bucky chuckles. “You wanna lie down?” he asks rhetorically, getting up to turn off the light. You immediately miss his presence beside you.

“So, how’re we doing this, Barnes? You wanna be big or little spoon?” your tone is sort of joking even though it’s an honest question, trying to bring some of your usual energy to the unfamiliar situation.

He rewards you with a genuine laugh, turning back to you and allowing you to revel in the way his smile lights up his face.

“You gonna jetpack me, doll?”

“If you want me to,” you say through a smile of your own.

“Next time, then,” he says, flipping the switch, the room lit only by moonlight now. “Wanna hold you now, if that’s okay.”

Your heart stutters at the admission, voice a little shaky when you respond. “‘Course it is.”

The bed dips with his weight, vibranium arm sneaking underneath the pillow before you rest your head on it, his right arm pulling you in flush with his body. It’s been a while since either of you have had someone to sleep next to, and you could swear you’ve never been more comfortable. You fully relax into him, every inch of your body touching some part of his.

Your shirt rucked up slightly in the process, and his hand rests directly on your skin, thumb moving in soothing strokes against your stomach.

“Is this okay?” he whispers, fanning over your neck.

You hum your agreement, afraid to say out loud that it’s more than okay, it’s perfect, knowing your voice would betray you if you tried.

It’s quiet after that, with Bucky focusing on the sound of your breathing and the feel of your soft skin on his, and, blissfully, nothing else.

Your consciousness is just starting to slip when he speaks again.

“Thanks for picking up the phone, doll.”

“Anytime, Buck,” you answer sleepily. “Everytime.”

-

The next night, he stays over in your room. From then on, you and Bucky don’t spend a single night apart if you can help it.

[thatsarcasticgemini]

Alone time

Ash Lynx x reader

A/n: Banana fish broke me, but writing is my coping mechanism, so...This is an AU where Ash and the reader are married and live in Japan, Ash being a model. Also, Shorter is alive cause I said do ( i would die for him to live tbh). I am so sorry for any mistakes.

     Babysitting is a very challenging task, especially when the kid is a carbon copy of the most intelligent, cheeky and bratty man Eiji had ever met. Isaac Callenreese was giving the man a headache and pills were not fixing it. Sure, he knew what he was getting into and knew how much Ash and Y/N needed a break from parenting, but why on earth did he agree? At least Shorter was there to help him right?

     Wrong! Shorter was like a second kid. Yelling, running, coloring, making a mess and getting little Isaac even more agitated. Just how much energy did the 5 year old have? 

“Shorter, please! You are 30! Your playing days are over. You’re gonna break something and I will yell. I almost had Isaac under control, but then you came along to ruin the peace we had. Isaac come here right now or I’ll call Ash!”

“Jeez, Eiji...you almost sound like a grandpa! I haven’t seen Isaac in about a year. I missed him a lot, you know? Little gremlin did a lot of growing up!” said Shorter, with the same goofy smile he had all those years ago. Isaac was seated on the his lap, looking up at his favourite uncle with a wide grin. Based off the resemblance between him and Ash, Eiji could already sense some sort of comment coming.

“Nuh-uh. I wanna stay right here. Call dad “dad” please. And I love uncle Shorter, he’s taller, funnier and smarter than you, uncle Ji. He was telling me how dad knows how to ride a motocycle! It doesn’t get better than this!”

“Yes it does. If you stay quiet for five more minutes, I can get the rice done and I can tell you how Ash and Y/N..”

“Mom and dad, uncle Ji!”

“How mom and dad met while we eat. Does that sound nice?”

“Dunno, let me ask uncle Shorter too.” The two began whispering to each other while Eiji rolled his eyes. Just one more hour and Ash would be here to pick his spawn up. After a minute, both Shorter and Isaac nodded their heads and went to sit down at the kitche table.

     Once the table was set and the rice was done cooking, Eiji put it is bowls are brought it to the table. They all dug in, but Isaac seemed to be watching Eiji with great intrest, expecting the story he was promised.

“So Ash and Y/N...”

“Mom and dad. Continue uncle Ji.”

“Mom and dad met around 9 years ago. They met here, in Tokyo, and I am proud to announce that I am the one who got them to meet up, since Y/N went to the same highschool as me. We were both on the drama club in my third year. She was about 2 years younger than me, but she was so mature. Anyway, they started dating around three months after they met. The had a really pretty relationship. You dad was so hooked he embarrassed himself in front of her on multiple ocations. They got married two years later, lived together for two more years and then you came along. You were a very loved little boy. I wish I took a picture of the face your dad made when he held you for the first time.”

“Yeah! He teared up, but don’t tell him you know. You had this little puff of blond hair on your head, it was as fluffy as the little kitty we saw this morning, if not fluffier.” Isaac had look in his eyes that Eiji had only seen once before and that was when Ash told him about Dino and his childhood. The tiny blond seemed to be so vulnarable almost like a porcelain figure. 

“What about mom? Was she happy to see me?” There it was. The love Isaac, much like his father, held for her. It was like they would both die if it wasn’t for her love.

“Well of course she was. She really loves you, you know? Your mom loved you even before she had the pleasure of holding you. You have been one of her favourite people ever since she found out you were in her belly. They both love you a lot.”

“Then why am I here? Why wouldn’t they take me with them? Why do they want alone time?” Eiji couldn’t find an answer. He looked at Shorter, who still had that dumb grin.

“Well, Isaac, mom and dad need to rest every once in a while. Since mom got pregnant with your brother or sister, she hasn’t really been able to rest properly, so dad wanted alone time with her to help her rest, but I am sure they will both be so very happy to see you.”

     Just like magic, there was a knock at the door, Eiji went to open it, while Isaac trailed behind him, with his little backpack in hand. The door opened to reveal Ash and the boy jumped in his arms at the speed of light. 

“Wow! Hi bub! I missed you so much. How was today hmm? Did you have fun with uncle Ji and uncle Shorter? Were they nice to you?”

“Mhm, they told me how you and mama met. I miss mama, is she in the car?”

“No bub, she’s at home. She missed you too. Told me we should race all of the cars and get home in under ten minutes. We have cake.” And with that, Isaac was set back on the ground and the little boy dashed to the car. 

“Damn gremlin didn’t even say bye. Here i was thinking we have something special.”

“Hi Shorter! Hi Eiji! I can’t thank you enough for tonight. She really needed it.” 

“It’s ok Ash. He is a little loud and Shorter here is never truly helpful, but it’s our pleasure. Are Y/N and the baby ok?”

“Hm, not really. I mean the baby seems to be fine, but she isn’t. Throws up everything she eats. The doctor said it is because her body is getting used to the pregnancy, but this didn’t happen when we had Isaac. I’m just worried for her.”

“She’s strong. She can take it I’m sure.” Shorter nodded, agreeing with Eiji’s statement. 

“I know Eiji, I’m not worried about that. Truth is she seems happy to be pregnant. She’s beaming all the time, even after she got everything she ate out, and I feel bad. I feel like she’s in pain. Her smile makes me feel even worse.” Shorter laid a hand on his best friend’s shoulder, taking his sunglasses off. 

“Ash...listen to me. Y/N is someone who’s never lied to you about anything. She’s been genuine about everything. She would never fake a smile and she would tell you if she wanted to abort the baby. The fact that she’s smiling and being her bubbly self only means that the pregnacy isn’t that hard on her. Trust me Ash. I see the look in her eyes when the baby is brought up in any conversation. She’ll be fine. You’ll be a bigger family. Loosen up a little.” 

“Thank you Shorter. I owe both of you a drink. I’ll call you. Thank you for babysitting again.” And with that, all three of tehm smiled at each other while Ash picked the tiny shark backpack and went back to the car.

     Once inside, the older blond turned towards the younger one, smiling.

“Ready to see mom, bub?”

“Mhm! Is she feeling better?”

“Yep.”

     The car ride was one of the happy moments Ash wanted to hold onto. The sang together and talked about how Shorter told Isaac about the motorcycle.

“It’s true, you know? I do know how to ride one. When you’re older, I can teach you too.”

“I wanna ride one now. I’ve seen my friends with theirs, I want one too!”

“Those are lame. I’m talking about the real ones. That’s the true fun.”

     Once at home, Ash dropped everything on the floor and went to help his son hung his coat on the wall. The little boy jumped out of his red sneakers and ran down the hall yelling for his mom. 

“In the kitchen baby. I was cutting you a slice of cake.It’s vanilla, since I know you like the chocolate one’s less. Where’s daddy?”

“Right behind you.” said Ash, placing his hands on her hips and swaying her a little. She turned around to give him a kiss on the cheek, but her 5 month bump got in the way, making her pull a frustred face and Ash smile even more. Isaac pushed his dad to the side a little, making grabby hands at his mom. No matter how old he acted, his real age was always given away by his gestures around his mom. 

     Getting his slice of cake, Isaac turned back towards the living room. Eating on the couch was never truly forbidden.

“Mama, tomorrow is Yuri’s birthday. He celebrating it at home, I have the invitation in my drawing notebook. Can I go?”

“Sure you can. we just have to go buy a gift in the morning.”

“A birthday huh? That means a little more alone time for us two.” Y/N hid her face in her husband’s neck, smiling a little. Ash’s finger went to the back of her neck, getting her to look up at him to give her a kiss, but then...

“Gross! He likes cars mama, go brainstorm on that insted of smooching dad in the kitchen!”

[moemammon]

You are not Beyoncé but you're singing your heart out when you think you're home alone.

(Featuring the demon brothers and GN!MC)

For once, you had the house to yourself! Was this a miracle?? Were the heavens finally smiling down on you from above? Was this the result of all your good karma??? Whatever it was, you were almost certain that you were alone for once.

And what did that mean? Time for a good ol' fashion jam session. You put on your favorite tunes and set them to blast through the speaker of your D.D.D. while you danced around the house, singing your heart out. Who cared if some of your notes were flat, or if you had to drop a few pitches to hit those high notes?

Not you. You were just living your best life without a care in the world.

Until...

Lucifer

Of course the eldest would be around. Arguably the most mysterious and omnipotent brother in the house, so yeah. He's there.

He told you this morning that he’d have a meeting to attend after classes today. You thought he’d be out for a long while, but it just so happened that the meeting ended early today, much to his relief.

Not to yours though, because that means that Lucifer has front row seats to your amazing concert without your permission.

He didn't even have the courtesy to make himself known! He just waited in the kitchen, quietly preparing his coffee while your singing echoed through the halls.

You were sauntering your way to the kitchen as well, fumbling over forgotten lyrics without a care in the world, when you saw him.

Enemy spotted.

Does this mean he heard every single time your voice cracked-

Your eyes lock and Lucifer doesn't even mention what you were just doing, despite the obviously being within earshot of you.

You really start feeling the heat rising in your cheeks when he says "You seem to be in a good mood. Did something good happen to you at RAD today?"

Regardless of how you respond (or not), Lucifer turns his back to you to tidy up, and says "....I don't believe I've ever heard your singing before. You'll have to give me an encore in my office some time."

You swear you can hear the mischief in his tone....

Mammon

This seriously was unheard of. An afternoon without having mammon glued to your hip?? Hell must've frozen over or something.

Regardless, you weren't going to take this for granted! Mammon did mention something about a 'foolproof money making scheme' he had a dream about last night, so he was probably off trying to see if he could make it a reality.

Things like this usually took a huge chunk of greedy boy's afternoon, so you figured you were safe to sing as you pleased!

Besides, he probably would've texted you if he were on the way home, right?

Apparently not, because Mammon was very much home, and did not send you a text. Honestly? He forgot to. He was too busy wallowing in self pity.

How was he supposed to know that using magic to duplicate grim was illegal??

He managed to escape any real trouble and made his way back home, only to have his ears immediately blessed (or assaulted) by your singing.

He's not the type to sit around in secret until you notice him, so catch this boy marching around the house until he finds you himself. Not so quietly calling out your name the entire time, too.

Mammon caught you in the empty library singing your heart out. The acoustics were great in there! They also kinda drowned out the outside noise, so you couldn't really hear him yelling for you.

"Oh, I thought you were screamin' about a bug or something. What song is that?"

He's not shy about singing in the shower at the top of his lungs, so it's not like he's judging you?? But he's got his phone out when you spot him. The bastard is recording you...

So your knee jerk reaction is to attack

"Wh- Oi!! What're ya hitting me for?! I don't care if it's just a pillow- Hey!"

He has chosen death. Goodbye Mammon.

Leviathan

It was kind of bold of you to assume that Levi would ever be out of the house, but he DID mention something about a concert he wanted to attend..? Or some kind of book signing?

You don't really remember, and you don't have the mental strength to scroll through the sea of spam texts he's sent you today.

C'est la vie.

Since you're pretty sure you're alone, you're not taking your solo concert all around the house of lamentation, from the foyer to the west wing, up to the attic and down to the dining room.

Gotta find the perfect spot to sing this next part. It's got a really good bit with a flute, and you wanna stare longingly out of a window or something-

And it's when you pass by otaku man's room that he decides to make himself known by poking his head out. His headset is around his neck and his hair's a little tousled, hinting that he was in the middle of gaming.

You freeze. Neither of you can look the other in the eye.

It takes a while before the silence can be broken, but before you can say a word, Levi speaks.

"Y-You know... you should come to karaoke with me! Only if you want to, I mean! I didn't know you were a fan of singing, so... but you probably have other plans, right? You don't want to hang out with a gross otaku like me blah blah blah-"

You aren't sure if your brain is malfunctioning from being caught in the act, or from the word vomit spilling from everyone's favorite weeb.

Satan

Satan is a good, studious boy so you assumed he was staying after class to head to the library. He was lagging behind, so you didn't question it.

Or maybe he was planning his next prank? Lucifer did have to make an announcement tomorrow morning in front of the student body, and Satan had been awfully interested in glitter bombs lately...

Whatever the case, he wasn't home right now! Or so you thought.

You were busy switching between two different choruses AND a sick guitar riff all in one song, so there was no time to be thinking about the demon's whereabouts.

You did wonder where you left your bag at, though. You vaguely recalled dumping it at the front door, so maybe that's where it was?

Scooting your way down the hall like a music powered locomotive, you were right in the middle of imitating the sound of drums when you spotted the trembling grin plastered to Satan's face.

Hm.

Maybe you could ask Diavolo about sending you back to the human world right now.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were here, or I would've said something." Satan tells you, clearing his throat to further suppress his laughter. From the way his shoulders are shaking, he was barely holding on.

"I didn't think you were the type to like songs like that. Do you have a playlist you could recommend me? I'm interested after seeing how much you enjoy it."

That cheeky grin of his never breaks for a second, so you can't tell if he's actually asking for recommendations, or if he's watching for your reaction.

Asmo

Not a surprise that you assumed he wasn't home, since he rarely is. He's always out partying or shopping around, so you usually don't see him much around this time.

But that also means you're free to sing as loudly as you want! Look out Mariah Carey, there's a new high note singer in town.

Asmo can vouch for that! Because he can hear you. Clearly.

Okay but he's one of those people that joins in while you're singing.

Legit the moment he goes inside and recognizes your song, he's trying to serenade you from the other side of the house.

And boy do you hear him. This man can SING (as expected of a fallen angel), and he likes to sing loudly. He wants all eyes on him after all!

And maybe you'll be so smitten by his angelic voice that you'll come running into his arms and beg that he takes you right then and there!

Wishful thinking though, because that is not how you reacted. Boo...

He finds you, and wants to know what you think of his voice. "Well? My singing was beautiful, wasn't it~? I used to sing all the time up in the celestial realm! I don't mind giving you some private lessons back in my room~"

Was he implying that you needed lessons? Maybe... but he's a sweetheart about it so can you really be mad at him?

Beel

A crepe cart recently opened up for a limited time, and there was no way Beel was going to miss that. And knowing him, he wouldn't come home until there were no traces of food left in sight.

So you figured you'd have plenty of time to brush up on your sea shanties! Bold of you to assume...

Beel can inhale a billion times his weight in food in like, five minutes. What made you think he wouldn't be back home by now?

He was full for a good ten minutes (a new record!) and spent that time in his bedroom, hence why you didn't hear his usual rummaging through the kitchen for food.

Speaking of food, you were feeling kind of hungry yourself! And a little parched from all the singing, so a snack break couldn't hurt!

You slid on your socks along the hardwood floor all the way to the kitchen... where you nearly slammed into Beel. There he was, the mad lad himself.

He was also on the way to the kitchen. Surprise surprise, right? And he managed to catch you by the shoulders before you could slide into anything.

Beel is the least phased by your singing. He just thinks it's nice that you were comfortable enough to sing so loudly! Good to see that you're enjoying yourself.

He doesn't exactly address it? Instead he moves his hand forward to place something into yours.

It's a crepe that he saved, just for you! You stare at the delicate pastry, all topped with layers of fluffy whipped cream, strawberries and blueberries, and lovingly drizzled with chocolate sauce! There's a bite taken out of the side, though-

"I tried my best to hold back, but I took a bite. Sorry..."

How can you be mad at him?? You're not even embarrassed about the singing anymore tbh. Too full of love to care 💕💕

Belphie

When,,,, was Belphie ever not home,, like,,,,

This man has never seen a classroom in his life, so it's not like you could've expected him to be at RAD.

And he wasn't usually in town?? Definitely a homebody.

But Beel wanted someone to go with him to that crepe cart, and Belphie couldn't exactly turn his dear brother down when he gave him those big baby eyes-

And since Beel wasn't home, you figured Belphie was still out, too!

Spoiler alert: you thought wrong.

Belphie was home, and now wide awake thanks to your banshee screams singing. He managed to slip away from Beel when he got too tired. He didn't really want a crepe anyway, so he decided to head back.

Only to be rudely awaken... how dare you...

He's hellbent on finding you, JUST so he can get you to shush. Please.. let him rest his weary bones...

When he does locate you, you have your back turned to him and your music on max volume, occupying yourself with grabbing your clean laundry to take back to your room.

He doesn't speak, instead choosing to watch you shimmy around to the beat of your song. And when you do a little spin, you turn right around to face him and get to witness the sheer amusement on his face.

He's NOT letting your forget about this moment. And you can't escape him either, he won't let you.

The bastard corners you just to repeatedly ask "Hey, what were you singing? I haven't heard that one in a while. Mind singing it again for me?"

"With a voice like that, I'm afraid to ask you to sing me a lullaby."

"...Just kidding. Your face is really red right now, you know?"

You feel the sudden urge to stuff him into the dryer, but you resist.

The urge grows stronger when he imitates the little dance you were doing.

[k-atsukidayo]

━━ ✦ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ ᴏғ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ (ɪ ᴍᴀʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴀʟʟᴇɴ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ғɪʀsᴛ)

He's tying together the pieces, the secret words and hidden touches, that all lead back to you. It is everything he knows, everything he does not, everything that he will. Whisked away in an inevitable conclusion, he lives his life in ways new, carries a heavy weight inside his chest; and with each moment he spends with you, he engraves it with a name called love.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ✦ bakugou katsuki x reader ɢᴇɴʀᴇ ✦  fluff, fluff, fluff, angst ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs ✦ none, unless fluff & angst are bad ♡ ᴡ.ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ✦ 5114

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ·s ɴᴏᴛᴇ ✦ tbh i didn’t have anything planned to post for bakugou’s 4/20 because i’m mentally rotting & trying so hard not to fall apart LMAO with my pea-sized brain, i’ve only been able to keep my focus on a different piece, which i may start sneak peeks soon!! sadly, my brain wouldn’t let me know true peace until i wrote for him. while working on this, i sort of imagined it to be in the same universe as another story. somewhere during and somewhere after. in a way, an unintentional-intentional sequel? side story? but, anyway, another full circle! & here’s to another year! happy birthday to my love above all loves, katsuki ♡

He wonders if there would be a moment you will wake up alone, thinking about him, needing him; bedsheets cold and foreign, bones in your fingers aching as they touch the space beside you, and nothing but this is not home screams in every corner of your mind. 

He wonders if you would ever look at him with the same flame in your eyes, the very one that burns his heart into black smoke and ashes, takes all the little remains, and restores them whole again only to repeat and repeat in a vicious cycle. He will not stop the fire because he has forced himself to add more fuel, consumes it every day as if it is a drug, replenishable, unbearably addictive. 

He wonders if kissing you would turn your world into a ticking time bomb; when his lips collide with yours, the oxygen in your lungs disappears, robbing you of the sanctuary of breathing, and all you know reaches that inevitable explosion. You, like stardust, float through the orbit in his universe. 

He wonders if he would be the one to make you question reality; have you fall, fall, fall deeply into the being that he is and struggle to taste the air in the way that he does, mouthing in broken inhales and exhales I want you, I want you, I want all of you. He finds great delight in the prospect of you denying everything good, everything you crave and hope for because he is and will never be that. His tongue is far from sweet, words like fangs and claws that may leave you red, raw, and bruised. He does not desire to be the perfect, soft-spoken embodiment of love you envision. He aspires to be the love that will suffocate you in soul-shaking hunger, the love that will not sing lullabies and cradle you in your sleep, but the love that will invade the private solar system inside your head and keep you awake at night. 

He wonders and wonders; spends too many seconds, minutes, hours attempting to decipher the mystery that clouds his head and pulls at the strings of his soul. There's something about you, something that you do, something that you are, and it always urges him to come back. He is inexplicably drawn to you, you, you. 

Perhaps, it's love, piercing yet full of sweet-talking, and it snakes along his arms, wraps itself around his neck until he begins to believe the emotion feels out of control and unpredictable like the oceans and full of possibility and starstruck beauty like the skies. Now, he’s drowning, flying, mumbling no, no; I can't, I don't love you.

The second Katsuki tries to convince himself he isn't in love is when he realizes he is.

It’s ten until twelve midnight, and he’s standing in front of the entrance to his new shared apartment with you. He stretches his arms and legs, faint pops in his joints with each step he takes inside, his mind laced with fatigue induced by hours and hours of labor.

His birthday is close to its end. Katsuki is tired from patrolling the city and apprehending a corrupt asshole or three or five. But, annoyance does not find a home in his bruised muscles and throbbing bones. He holds not a single ounce of frustration for letting the morning and nearly the whole night pass—it is an oath he swore after all.

He least expects you to be awake when he arrives, especially when exhaustion has been eating away at you too. Warmth seeps into his body, spreads like newfound wings, and ushers him into a sweet embrace as soon as he finds you standing in the hallway, hair disheveled, eyes barely open, a toothy smile appearing the longer he stares in surprise. 

A cupcake sits in your hands, candle unlit. Katsuki closes the distance, gauntlets long forgotten somewhere on the floor, and he leans in, breathing and not breathing, fighting the impulse to pull you into his body and kiss you with everything he has. 

"Happy birthday, Suki," you whisper. 

He brings a bare palm to the wick, secreting nitroglycerin-like sweat and releasing tiny sparks to set it alight. They say wishes come true on these days; when you look into the fire, speak with your heart, and let the wind carry the desire, the universe will show you miracles and magic beneath its sleeve. But, he doesn't need to hope for the unattainable—not anymore, no, since he already has you here. 

With your eyes reflecting the flickers of the candle, you appear as a saturated sunrise, divine paradise, the very life carefully created with clouds and celestial dust. He brushes your lips with his, grinning, inhaling your scent, taking the slightest of seconds to admire you closely before his next move. And, a long caress, mouth to mouth, entangled in quiet words dipped in warm syrup and drunk on its passion.

So, if someone were to ask him if he wished anything for the day to be different, he would rumble with laughter from the pit of his belly. Though, of course, not before cursing them to hell and back for questioning his choices because there is nothing more irresistible, more flawless than being home, being with you at this moment.

Time, he has learned, is valuable, often neglected of its worth. Humans, whose lives are written from beginning to end, finite in the gleam of their irises and the blood in their veins, don't realize the world will move on and bury what they once were. Very little time, while there's so much to do, and it's exactly why Katsuki is grateful for yours. 

He holds you against his chest, slow dancing in the middle of the living room, clad in his hero uniform, and you in oversized pajamas and sleep still peppered on your face. The room is dim, near dark save for the moon peeking through the curtains and sharing glimpses of gentle starlight. Silence, but every pitter-patter of your hearts echoes in an emotional song deep-seated within and composed only for you and him.

It’s five until twelve midnight, and he's thinking about love, how he can feel it in the curl of your fingers on the fabric of his top, how each inward draw of air shared between you both, he can almost hear the flutter beneath his ribcage say I love you more than love has ever allowed. He wants to say it, give himself to you, but he's terrified. Katsuki has never known this peace, this fragile yet powerful force for someone. And, as you nudge his arm up, press your lips to his hand, he's being smothered by pure bliss. 

There's a war between his head and his heart.

It's one until twelve midnight, and he's hopelessly falling, falling so hard into you. His skin feels on fire like he has swallowed the sun, but it doesn't blister and sear; it is otherworldly, a strange sensation of tenderness and intimacy he can only compare to a spot of brightness on a dark, cold day or the budding of tulips and roses in the spring.

For now, he stays unspoken. Pulse racing, core starving for more. He would continue to look at everyone with his usual chaos and exasperations. Although, as soon as his eyes catch you, he would reveal all the secrets he has locked and tucked away. Every time.

Little does he know, he has loved you before it came across his mind.

He loves you. Desperately, unconditionally. 

There is a boy who has risen to greatness. In his hands, he carries raw power; in his self, a stubborn resilience and a cutthroat ego to match, but loneliness, excruciating loneliness written on the lines and curves of his skin. He is equal parts heaven and hell, a strange human with the mind of an angel and lips and limbs of a devil, a perfect balance between pure and dangerous.

Highly respected, highly feared; he buries expectations that have gone in failure, blame and doubt and confusion, convinces himself of unrequited affection for particular individuals. These have been his bitter secrets, silent weaknesses carefully guarded behind walls stretching miles and miles from his heart. 

He hides himself to deny, to safeguard. To keep himself from shattering when he is on the verge of achieving the absolute best.

And so, this boy, with an impenetrable poker-face, lies here and now, in the dark, swallowing the aches he can never speak a word of, the regrets scarring the life beating below his chest. 

Katsuki is at a point in his life where he has grown familiar with the scoundrels monopolizing his mind. Though tonight, he finds them overwhelming; their hauntings creep to him, slithering through the shadows like venomous snakes and wrapping their bodies around his neck until he is cold, numb, desperate for air. 

He's quietly pleading for help, but he pounds his head, grips his hair, murmurs no, no, no; this is fine. There is something about the darkness, he ponders, that creates worlds and languages of its own, and maybe, he has discovered the wrong one at the wrong time. 

It is twisted, an unpleasant thought to have—what it would be like to run away from it all. Run, run, run until his bones fracture, his lungs crumble into powder, and he is nothing but a hazy spot in the background. A groan and a punch to the gut keep him at bay. He's not a coward; he's not one to surrender, not one to let the monsters bend him to their will. He is the Bakugou Katsuki. However, he can't be certain if he's feeling alive or not, especially when this moment calls for such a concern. 

Hot liquid prickles at the corner of his eyes, and his chest heaves harder; he bites the gummy wall of his mouth, teeth like sharpened fangs to draw specks of blood. The room is too loud, too silent, too much for him to handle. Katsuki loses his grip on reality, and with the sinister smirk of gravity, he takes a nosedive into the void. 

However, light emerges from the darkness, its brilliance growing and growing; a warmth grabbing hold of his wrists, pulling him into a pair of arms, and he is suddenly opening his eyes, seeing something, someone, that appears to him as—love?  

You come to him, singing words sweet and soft like the first bite of cotton candy or warm honey soothing a sore throat. In any other instance, Katsuki would be sick to his stomach for allowing his vulnerability to be so blatantly seen by you, except he finds his mind drifting elsewhere. Somehow, the darkness seems like a blanket. That his space is no longer empty because all he can feel is you, filling every corner, every crack, being the fiery sun within his frozen palms.

He parts his mouth, his upper lip beginning to tremble. He doesn't know what to say, what to do. The walls are breaking. Have been breaking. 

It's not that he doesn't expect you to be here. And, it's not the first you have slipped into his room. Although, he considers it to be a miracle that you chose this moonlight to be beside him. For whatever explanation, you understand the chaos creating cyclones inside his skull. You tell him all the right things, the things he desires to hear.

"You're not any of the things people have said about you. What I may have thought about you," you begin.

"Doesn't matter; they can say whatever they want," he growls, but there is grief marinating within his voice. Katsuki doesn't push you away. Instead, he pulls you closer, burying himself deeper, digs his fingers into your sweater and into your flesh. He's hurting so badly, and then thinly, "I don't need their damn validation." 

"Maybe you don't, or maybe you do, and it's okay. Regardless of what it is, you're more than the names and thoughts and words they associate you with," you persuade, drawing shapes on his back, grazing your nails gently over his scalp. "I don't expect you to change for them because you're fine the way you are. You're good, Katsuki. You are good." 

His heart restarts. The flow of his blood stops, only to pump in an entirely different direction, but it gives him the ability to live, to be so, so alive. He's breathing as if he has lost everything, breathing as if he has gained everything, breathing as if he can conquer the world, and he's gasping. 

He shuts and opens his eyes, forces out sleep like he has woken up from a nightmare. And, it is exactly that. A nightmare—a bad dream that does not exist, one that felt a little too real this night. However, he's in your embrace, safe and sound, away from the wicked dark and into a dark that now carries light; and he is okay, okay, okay. 

Sometimes, a heart is a heavy burden to bear, and sometimes, Katsuki doesn't believe he deserves to have such a delicate thing inside him. He's destructive, reckless, gets lost in a fight because aggression and indiscretion are his means of obtaining false refuge or uncertain atonement. You are his reminder that he is worthy of the excellence marked on his palms, worthy of tenderness from those he cares about, worthy of being part of a world that, in truth, needs someone like him. 

It's in this hour, he thinks, love is in the air. It has to be. 

But, what does he know? 

He has no experience of it, other than the belief he holds. He swears that, perhaps, this is what it tastes like. Him, you, here in this bedroom, in each other's arms, hidden in the farthest corners and set apart from prying eyes. And, he's curious, determined to find more, to see you, to feel you.

It's fifteen until seven in the morning, and he's steering apart from slumber, the chill of the blankets less than comfortable. His hand searches for warmth, for the body that was curled snug next to him. Eyes closed, he motions up and up, mindlessly, until the sound of paper crinkling beneath the weight of his palm quickly tempts him to check. 

An envelope, addressed to him, written in red ink: To, Katsuki. 

He holds it in his hands, lying on his back, quiet; his skin is heavy, feeling moisture-laden as if the room is somehow humid and sweltering. The air is drier, and his chest heaves a bit harder, a flavor of nervous curiosity at the tip of his tongue. There is little to know, little to expect since, inside, a folded letter carries uncertainty. 

Meticulously, he separates the contents from its shelter, peeling back the crisp corners with soft wonder that still once in a while comes to him as a daze or as an unfamiliar friend, but a friend nevertheless. 

Happy birthday is the first that he reads. 

It's eleven until four in the afternoon, and he's watching you scurry away with a smile that leaves him ripped open and overfilled with sunshine, and for whatever reason, he has found such perplexing tranquility in the burning. He has a letter, now the seventeenth—and still counting, it seems. 

Among the lines, periods, and exclamation points, he grows obsessed with the things floating in every nook of your skull, every vessel that loops and moves in a straight path to the substance beating under your ribs. You breathe love in all ways possible, and even after these years with you, he has yet to figure out how you manage to make him feel good, feel like you have plucked all the villains that have stapled themselves inside his head for more than a decade in a matter of seconds.

He believes your heart is too big for your body. 

The hours drift by, calmy, pleasantly, not dressed in a thrilling adventure as most would opt for in commemoration of another four seasons of health, another four seasons of life, and perhaps, in a separate instance, it would have piqued Katsuki's interest. However, in the meantime, he is content to settle indoors. For the gigglings that take his breath away, for the corny jokes followed by exaggerated groans like in those morning dramas, for the tender kisses he doesn't see coming, for the passionate kisses he silently demands, for the one with a beautiful face and a beautiful soul.

It's six until eight in the evening, and he's smiling at a letter you have written; it is the last among the twenty-something he has now piled next to him on the desk, celebrating each year of his birth. He places it down, tilts his neck back. Releasing a shaky breath, he contemplates what these mean to him.

Humanity. He thinks of its faults, associates humans with greediness and their wars, a language he hates yet knows well. As a hero, he's subject to remember the fallen, dirty his hands and swallow blood, sometimes being a little meaner than the demons roaming around. Yet, there is more to these beings, and it is with your horizons, he discovers beauty in the madness, the emotions in them that also inspire the stars to climb higher. There is a peculiar complexity to humans, to individuals like him, like you. 

When you stealthily crawl into his lap, poking and prodding your head to his arms, Katsuki can't but chuckle. He opens up, making room for you against him, and it is as soon as you fill the space, he sees the world through your eyes in a brand-new light.

"I miss you," he murmurs. A simple and forward declaration, though they convey a deeper, different meaning that you don’t catch. Unusual since you’re empathetically in tune to recognize these kinds of implications, but he’ll allow it.

Beneath the guise of his words, he tells you stories, his delicate daydreams of the present and the future, the things he has said, the things he will say.

He takes your fingers, colored like the crimson in his irises, closer to his mouth, his breath teasing the tips and igniting your pulse. You pause, let your thumb trace his cupid's bow, and in a cracked whisper, "Why are you saying that?" You bump your nose to his and smile, "It's only been a few minutes, and we've been together this whole day."

"I know,” a sigh, “but I still miss you," he insists, kissing one digit at a time. Love, love, love, he's drowning, being pulled into the center of a storm. It is through each letter, each phrase that you have etched onto paper, onto him, that he understands why hurricanes are named after people. You have so much power. He's desperate, aching to memorize you all over again; stain your lips with his, permanent like the pen you have used.

All he can think about is love, how love is you. 

There is a man who thinks so much, feels and feels more than he should. He is a living, breathing, impervious bubble with an endless stream of thoughts, emotions unwanted and wanted, troubled and relaxed. Though, every so often, he wonders if these qualities will eventually become lesser than benign because he, for some rationale, still holds the impression that fortune can only last so long. 

He is unkind to himself. 

Despite these years to sort his thoughts, he finds himself drowning in the ocean of his silence. Katsuki continues to fall—as much as he does fly. Every now and then, hopelessly, victim to the doubt and the fear he unwillingly married, and they have planted tiny seeds inside his head, flourished into branches that wait for the proper moment to catch him with their grip and choke him slowly. 

But, you exist in his soul, keeping his feet steady on the ground or pinning him back to the sky where he shines the brightest. Slashing away the vices around his throat, you are the hero to a hero. 

And, he comes back to life, back to reality once again. You are the first that he sees, always. This man is reminded of your compassion, your unshakeable willpower to be his pillar. It is your unadulterated loyalty and energy that he appreciates. Even when he doesn’t confess it often, he hopes you understand through his efforts. 

Katsuki thinks of you every minute, every hour, even now as he bursts through the city, unable to pay mind to the screeching honks of cars and trucks, the collective shouts and wonders of the civilians that watch him. He takes the atmosphere by storm, leaving trails of smoke and sonic booms vibrating the glass windows of business towers and apartment complexes. 

His eyes find you in the distance, past the tacky yellow hazardous tape barricading the area, standing among the dirt and damage that have smeared your cheeks, forehead, to the backs of your ears, and the ends of your hair.

People are not meant to be stars, yet the longer Katsuki looks at you, a halo brilliantly flashing above your head, he reckons you are an exception to that impossible rule.

The brightest and rarest body of light to exist within the universe is none other than you. 

As you both return home, he crawls into the box of his musings. You protect and fight because you are a champion, a defender for those unable and for what lies ahead. And, like you, he protects. He fights and fights, blemishes the tissue of his skin, splits fibers of his muscles, snaps lengths of his bones all for the sake of another tomorrow. But, he reaches a revelation (perhaps, selfish) as you guide him to the bedroom and lie down beside him: he does not want to, does not know if he can, fight if he cannot guarantee a tomorrow, a future, with you. 

When he reaches over, takes your hand, and entwines his callused digits with yours, he remembers there is warmth in the world, his world. He would swallow fire and lightning, rip himself at every edge, eat his own heart if it promises your presence. Katsuki drifts into a trance observing the mellow rise and fall of your chest, your breathing so serene. Oh, how he would tear and give limb for limb just for you. He's aware that no matter how far gone he is, no matter how broken he is—he is healing, will heal because every piece of him is safe with you.

"Am I dreaming?" you ask loudly, detaching him from his thoughts. He stares at you, notices your arm motioning up and down, and he follows your gaze, stopping at the end where you two are connected.

"No," he replies, dragging the word as he strokes his thumb over yours. Katsuki blinks, raises an eyebrow, "Why?" 

With the opposite hand, you tap your index finger against your chin, feigning deep contemplation and releasing a low hum before speaking again, "You're awfully sweet." 

He immediately props himself up on his elbow, scrunches his face in annoyance, "Hah? I can be sweet too. What do you mean—"

As soon as you cackle, there is a quick stifle to his outburst that leaves you very amused. Bringing your joined hands over your mouth, puffs of hot air and the point of your nose tickles the ridges of his knuckles; and your joy reveals miniature constellations that twinkle in your irises, "I love you."

Katsuki melts. As he always does. If only he could bottle your voice, your words, and listen to them until he's impossibly intoxicated. Whenever you tell him, it feels like the first, though better each time. 

"Mm, say that again," he breathes, drawing you in and placing his lips at the center of your wrist. One kiss, two kisses, and then gently squeezing as if to convey I love you more than you know. 

You lie on your side, quiet. Katsuki watches you, and you to him, and there is a peculiar tenderness in your eyes that mirrors the tenderness in his voice when he mutters your name. His heart beats faster, rattles along his ribcage. He could scoop you up, take you to a place where it is only you and him, lose himself in you again and again like he is now. 

The moment is intimate, profound. Nothing short of perfection. 

He has you, but he still wants you. God, he always wants you. He realizes you keep him on his toes, trembling, and dying for oxygen, the same way he does you. While he is far from ideal, far from soft-spoken, he is not incapable of such. He is everything he wants to be, everything he can be, everything you yearn for.  

He makes you ache and ache just like him. You are full, unbearably so, and you are catching your breath with all that he does, all that he speaks. He finds that the less he says, the more weight his words seem to carry. He recognizes his strength. 

Through you, he remembers it is okay to be kindhearted to his friends, his family. He remembers it is okay to desire things because he does, in fact, deserve them. He remembers it is okay to let himself be happy. You have him inside and out, and honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way. 

He loves you. He loves who he is. He loves who he is when he is with you.

That is what they mean when they talk about love.

It's twenty until six in the morning, and he's floating among the clouds, overcome by absolute weightlessness. He lies on his side, arm bent under his head for support, gaze entirely on you. 

Immaculate. 

His heart is in his throat, threatening to explode as he spends the quiet hour of the sunrise watching the air you draw in and out, the dreams that leave a sliver of drool, some dry, some wet, and an adorable, crooked smile on your face—and every bit of the moment echoes this, this is why I breathe.

There is nothing about you that he cannot imagine not loving with every fiber of his being. You are in all the marvels and miracles in the world. You are the sun he sees at the first light, the only star he watches at night. Something as simple as one or two strands of hair hanging against your forehead when the breeze hits or the croaks of laughter when a game or snarky remark tickles your fancy, or the way you speak his name, how it seems more like a call than a formal label to his person.

He moves in slowly, delicately, until he is a kiss-length away. With a finger, his touch ghosts a trail, back and forth, back and forth, just above the apple of your cheek, shy and apprehensive about disturbing your rest. A pang to his beating core makes him hesitate his motions, and now he's silently panting for oxygen, for anything that can stop his brain from flipping like coins in relentless heads or tails.

"I love you," he confesses and curls his tongue, takes a shallow breath, and repeats, though this time, barely speaking at all. Squeezing his eyelids tightly, the skin between his brows begins to wrinkle from pressure; his torso stutters, struggling and struggling to push away the lava from invading his lungs and forming him into charred flesh and liquid bones. 

How much he could only begin to confess—you are the source of great beauty, the promise to better days. 

It's nine until six in the morning, and he's sure, unequivocally sure he doesn't want to be without you. 

Katsuki recoils when you shift and stretch your limbs, hiding evidence that he may have woken you. A mute exchange from his vermilion pools to yours; the planets and nebulas flashing, laying bare the unspoken. He is aware that you are the one that makes him see galaxy after galaxy, the one that memorizes every curve and bump, every scar, every shiver of his body, the one that ruins him yet builds him. 

"Happy birthday, darling," you tell him, voice raspy; golden glints of sunrise at the rim of your drowsy eyes. He learns by heart the scrunch of your nose, your knuckles escaping the warmth of the blankets to rub off sleep from your lashes, your sideways gesture to scoot yourself further into his embrace. You are so sweet, so effortlessly sweet.

After a tender kiss to his neck, he cups your face, brushes his lips to yours, joining your mouths in short, innocent caresses, and it is through this act of affection, he expresses thank you. 

He is melting, spilling over into a single wave in the vast ocean as if his body can no longer contain him. He can't pick himself up, gather himself whole, stop himself from carrying this sensation that you will always, always, always uncover the means to push his blood into a raging tsunami as you did the first time.

It is three until six in the morning, and he's feeling alive, so very alive. You are real, and his to have; a precious soul that doesn't deserve to wait. Then, he is reminded of the small box covered by shirts and sweaters and folded socks inside the drawer. 

By now, he is used to having you in his world, be his world. You are his first thought at the crack of dawn, the last thought after the dusk and the moon has risen. He will never be tired of you, for he has given his heart to you ages ago. He wants you to stay with him and never leave. Katsuki can't bear the notion of spending a day in his life that does not have you in it. 

You know how he is with his actions, his words—you love them all the same, and that is enough to reassure him. Everything; the loud and the aggressive, the sharp and the witty, the cynical and the fearful, the intense and the passionate, the gentle and the true. These are him. This is how you remember him, how you keep him engraved in your heart, how he finds genuine peace and happiness.  

His gaze is steady. And so, he believes, it is time.

Even when this world comes to its conclusion, and it is nothing more than mere gravel and forgotten dust in the rivers of the universe, he loves you, will love you. 

He wants to be forever with you. 

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anon: “hewoo !! umm can you make nct ideal type like age , apperance , height , cute or sexy etc 🌬️” let’s fuckin GOOOO. i’ll be using gender neutral terms for this! please tell me if i used she/her for any part as i’m more used to writing for fem readers!

sorry this took like almost a week i’ve been really busy lately, i apologise! under a cut because its so long lol

disclaimer: tons of “i feel”s and “i think”s; plus, this is just my headcanons of the boys! remember that all of you are beautiful and lovely and special in ur own way!! <3

TAEIL

i feel like taeil would want someone closer to his age (+/-), unless,,, UNLESS he finds someone he really clicks with (like haechan for eg) if they’re at a younger age

if he really does then taeil will 100% make the effort

ngl taeil would love a person taller than him, would worship the shit outta them 

if he gets teased for being shorter he doesnt care LMAO this man will have his hand around your middle and eye the other person mockingly

would love when you own your appearance with confidence, he likes to be by your side to admire how comfortable you feel in your skin

see him being a more traditional man by dating a korean person, but if he’s attracted to someone not of his race, i can see him making the effort

appearance? maybe someone who cleans up well, in a sense who’s a bit proper in their hygiene and like hair or accessories ig. he doesn’t mind what you wear tho, personally leaning more towards the comfy styles of cardigans and baggy clothes.

JOHNNY

either wants someone younger or older… i’m leaning more towards a younger s/o though bc he naturally has a “taking care” kinda vibe, and it’s sweet to see since he naturally takes care of the younger members like mark and haechan

wants to SMOTHER his s/o so i also think he’d want someone shorter than him. the man is a fucking skyscraper lawd

generally likes to give love A LOT since he’s an only child and wants to share that affection with someone who aren’t his parents or the members

but, but, like taeil, i see him really liking being held by his s/o, not just in a small spoon but laying on your chest, lying in between your legs with his head on ur tummy… so cute

i feel like johnny wouldn’t care much for appearance, nor your race since he kinda has the freedom to engage in english conversation. likes a cutesy positive vibe that can share the positivity and happiness he radiates normally!!

TAEYONG

feel like he would go for someone a tad bit older than he is, bc he likes to be taken care of

looking over the members can become really tiring and he needs some sort of solace to relax in

honestly if you’re younger too, he wouldn’t mind, he just needs to be babied LOL

likes tall people… ngl…

would like someone more in tune with their emotion and just not afraid to speak their mind? he likes confidence tbh

can see him going for a foreign person if he’s really passionate about them, would learn english/your native language 

taeyong likes a person that likes their outfits and doesn’t care what you wear out as long as you feel comfortable in it

would prefer more of a calm s/o, but easy-going and fun when they want to be

YUTA

doesnt really care for age tbh. if you’re able to bring him happiness and love him he doesn’t mind whether you’re older or younger

shorter 100%. wants to hold you very much, big spoon, the one holding you in the relationship

would go for a foreign person, but honestly, would want someone he can speak japanese with too. even he has shotaro now, he wants like just a closer person to confide in and also just share lil cute inside jokes with <3

yuta just wants his s/o to be themselves. just. yes. (i mean unless your personality is shit but he doesnt want someone to put on a front with him)

although he also likes cute people… he just wants to pamper u and make u feel like you’re the only one

KUN

goddamn, six kids plus three pets? this man is hanging on by a thread, but he would like a younger and shorter s/o

what’s one more right? 

also naturally has the taking care vibes like johnny, but there’s just something so… dom… about him AHASHFHEHR

would lean more toward a chinese- or korean-speaking s/o but

doesn’t mind a foreign s/o IF they make the effort. he would if he knows you would too. 

kun is lowkey energetic tbh and would want someone who can read the room of whether he’s comfy enough to let loose and remain the ‘parental’ figure

cute people i think will attract him, but oh my gosh when you’re self-assured? WHEW he really likes that, how you’re uncaring of people’s opinions regarding your appearance or personality

DOYOUNG

doesn’t mind older or younger or the same age, although i seem him gravitating toward an older s/o

this man is also 100% stressed. needs to be held, there’s a balance though in your relationship of who holds who though

would stay dating a korean/korean-speaking person i feel. not saying he wouldn’t make the effort but he takes his idol life very seriously and the outcomes if he were to get together with someone who doesnt speak his native tongue

he would want someone proper, like taeil, and would prefer his s/o to be cute and stuff

doyoung needs to know what you want though, so you’ll need to be sure of your choices basically

would like it more if his s/o was calm and just collected bc like taeyong, he needs a haven to relax in when he’s done for the day or when he needs to recharge

TEN

same age or older s/o !!! wants to be taken care of, this man also has a lot of love to give, altho they’re towards selective people like his members, pets, you

would gravitate towards tall people i feel

you need to love leon and louis. period. bella is a hot second.

ten would want an s/o who supports him wholeheartedly, seeing as he has so many talents that sometimes he gets caught up in showing talent for his idol life as opposed to creating things for himself. it’s easy to get lost in the pressure of the media to put out content that he feels is half- assed.

ten knows of his worth, but sometimes he just needs a bit of confirmation and support from the right people to truly create and post what he wants to

he would date a partner who doesn’t speak korean/chinese. he has english and thai and basic japanese baby!!! but yea, he def wouldn’t mind a foreign partner AND would go search up on resources to learn your native tongue!

another person who doesn’t care about how you dress. nor how you look as long as you’re being yourself!

JAEHYUN

oh, younger definitely and a shorter s/o

definitely doesn’t mind an english speaking s/o, although he would prefer someone who can speak korean as well. with s/o’s of other languages, he wouldn’t mind learning your language, although give him some time

the language barrier will be a bit awkward a first tho, but if you know minimal english, i think that’s more than enough for jaehyun to at least steer the convo!

jaehyun is the guy to always give me first love, love from high school vibes so he’s usually the one to embrace you, but LOVES it when you’re the one to initiate contact and affection

jaehyun knows he’s good looking, but he does want an s/o who loves him for who he is, who sees all his good traits as equal to his looks. he would also like an s/o who has a live in the moment mindset, bc he spends a lot of time in his idol life, that a carefree s/o to take him away from the stress of idol life would really help

a sucker for a cute style ngl, pastels and clips in your hair and stuff. 

WINWIN

wouldn’t mind someone a tad bit older, although i can see him with a younger person/same aged person too

shorter s/o!

sicheng wouldn’t care much for appearance, but he likes it when his s/o is confident, or in general confidence attracts him like the other guys in this post. that confidence would allow for him to be ‘guided’ in the relationship

would lean more towards a chinese/korean speaking person, but would try forming a r/s with someone of a different race to see how the language barrier would work

someone who is respectful of his space 100%. winwin wants someone who knows their boundaries in a context that there’s this sense of “i know when he’s feeling upset and wants to be left alone”, something like unspoken exchanges that the other just understands

sicheng also likes when his s/o is a little playful and cheeky, but not to the extent of the boys. just the right amount of outgoingness i guess haha. he would accommodate a bit of wildness, but sometimes it tires him out so you’ll need to know when to tone it down

JUNGWOO

feel like he would lean to an older s/o, but not necessarily needing to keep him in check because you’d be on the other side entertaining his antics lol

jungwoo uses up a lot of his energy tho, so sometimes he tends to go quiet and just likes to slump in your embrace

when he’s not quiet tho, he’s pretty cheeky in a sneaky kinda way and would want someone to reciprocate that.

jungwoo would also like an s/o who cheers him on a lot. he’s a bit insecure naturally, so he would want someone who doesn’t miss a beat to tell him that he’s doing good that day and would like a random compliment sometimes

would like to be held more than holding someone tbh

he wouldn’t care much for appearance, but does lean more towards cutesy appearances

LUCAS

younger and shorter s/o

would want an s/o to just calm down and rest with at times. sure he likes to have fun with his members and with his partner, but most dates with his partner has him in their arms and usually involves a calm activity

i mentioned this in chenle’s one as well, but the happiness he feels with his members is different from the one he feels with his partner, although lucas’ one is more of a blur where chenle’s a bit more distinct. does this make sense

wouldn’t ask much in an s/o, tbh. even if they’re just doing nothing, as long as lucas know he’s making you happy then he’s content with that. like when you’re smiling and loving him, then that’s all he really needs to be honest

lucas would not mind taking up an r/s with a foreign s/o, although he would have trouble with language barriers. would prefer a chinese/catonese speaking partner bc then he’s able to practise his dialect. he’d have a korean-speaking s/o too, although he sometimes stumbles over his korean a teeny bit

would love a cute style definitely!!!

MARK

same age, probably. he would feel more comfortable in terms of affection and conversation i feel!

equal amount of who holds who, but loves when his s/o initiates and cuddles him first 

likes baggy clothes on you tbh, likes to match appearances and styles with you

wouldn’t mind an s/o of any race. he’s dedicated to learning your language if anything, the man likes to learn about new things

mark just wants someone fun to be around who returns his laughter and jokes, kinda like how johnny does

he’s suffered enough from johnny though (“ah, mark! the smell!”) and would probably like it if you defend him instead LOL (sometimes you poke fun tho)

he would also want his s/o to just reciprocate him in terms of laughter and happiness level. mark is always so bubbly that he wants someone to smile at him and laugh with him

XIAOJUN

would like an older s/o ngl, i feel like he would want to be guided as well

doesn’t care if you’re tall or short tbh

but would like an s/o who brings him out of his shell like the members do.

he wants to be able to laugh without trouble around his s/o and let loose. xiaojun sometimes gets annoyed, mostly feigned annoyance, so it would be nice for an s/o to fit in like the members: making fun of his angry face and rolling eyes and then having some light banter

he’s also gonna need an s/o who’s not afraid to pull him back whenever he says out of pocket things. they’re not necessarily harmful just extremely blunt at times that makes you cringe and you have to pull him back to tell him of his comments LOL

xiaojun would... not go into an r/s with a foreign partner i feel, but he will TRY if the conversation is not too awkward, save for like activities and such. like others in this post, he’ll make an effort if he’s committed to you, and only if you’re sure of dating him as well

xiaojun loves a cute style lawd!

HENDERY

same age, younger, older, tbh i don’t think hendery cares that much

he would want a shorter s/o though, i feel

wants a fun and playful s/o, someone who’s just so enjoyable to be around that he sometimes forgets himself and gets lost in the happiness you two give out

he does also want an s/o who can make him shy and basically challenge his personality, but not in a headbutt way where it’s your same two personalities against each other. it’s rather two variations of the same feeling like your playful aura against hendery’s playful aura, which would be honestly quite fun to watch and experience bc you’re just trying to one-up each other

and idk, because he’s talkative quite often, he feels like it would be nice to be the flustered, eyes-wide one for once

hendery in a foreign partner relationship... he would try, but i think he’d be a little intimidated at the languages that he has to have some time to warm up. he would commit and make the effort if he was willing to, though

oversized fits are his shit!!!! he also doesn’t mind seeing you explore with your appearance and style, esp in the goth or rebel kinda style 

RENJUN

same age or younger, wouldn’t mind if you were taller since he knows his height is not THAT high

renjun loves for you to hold him though

the cheeky lad wants a laid back s/o, who doesn’t take life so seriously as well and like hendery, would like it if his s/o was a bit goofy and playful

would also want an s/o who’s deep about the universe and stuff, kinda intelligent to debate alien life and what not, he wants to be able to talk to you about anything and keep the conversation going even if you’re talking about something simple and dumb like snacks

i also can’t exactly see renjun go for a foreign s/o, mainly because of the language barrier, but i can see him trying if he’s able to get help from mark hyung and if the situation allows for you to meet frequently

renjun would definitely like a cute style on his s/o, but also would like more flashy or out-of-the-box outfits. as long as you’re comfy then he’s fine

JENO

same age. he likes to be taken care of though, would maybe be a 60/40 split of you taking care vs him taking care of you respectively

i feel like jeno would like a shorter s/o!

cute s/o, maybe matching up to the personality of jaemin since he was his longest friend from before. enthusiastic while he takes the back seat and admires you

while jaemin loses his social battery over time, jeno wouldn’t mind if you were a literal menace like haechan bc he feels that would make the r/s really fun

see him preferring a korean-speaking person. kinda like doyoung but not quite, he’s more careful than serious (?) about his idol life, and he wouldn’t want to take the risk

HAECHAN

same age or older i feel. equal split of who’s the embracer in the relationship though 

wouldn’t mind a taller person, although he’d prefer if you were around the same height bc he doesn’t want to be teased by his members lol

i feel like haechan would rlly like y2k outfits on his s/o? a mix of baggy outfits as well as cute ones

his natural outgoing personality allows him to get together with a foreign person i feel, bc he’d suggest things that don’t need talking like bowling or an arcade y’know? he struggles a bit with native languages tho, bc he’s so used to speaking korean

btw please egg him on, he loves it when you do it and also do dumb things with him. he would want someone who doesn’t take life so seriously while also possessing the ability to think deeply i feel, but mostly someone who can keep smiling and strong even through hardships. kinda a happy-go-lucky personality

JAEMIN

younger, i feel. like johnny he has a lot of affection to give like he usually does to jisung…. jisung is grown up alr tho so :”(

loves giving the cuddles, big spoon, etc. he just wants you to feel loved no matter what size you are

he also would love tall people ngl! although sometimes he can’t decide between short and tall people

jaemin would appreciate an affectionate s/o who’s committed to him and also a person who’s just naturally shy i feel

they don’t necessarily need to return the energetic bursts of aegyo or stuff (he’d love it though) and also someone who just enjoys life and the small little things in general

would not mind dating a foreigner, would love to learn about your native language actually!

he likes cutesy appearances i reckon, a bit of oversized styles but overall likes the pastels

YANG YANG

same age or older, likes to be taken care of tbh

yang yang is also someone who doesn’t care if you’re short or tall, and likes you either way :)

does not mind a foreign person, plus he’s moved countries a little and could maybe find solace in the fact that his homes are sometimes not fixed, esp with how many languages he speaks as well

yang yang would want an s/o who lives up to his excitement in jokes and memes. he would feel a bit down if you happen to not understand a joke although he cant blame you, but he would want someone almost identical to him? 

create chaos together and then fall asleep together

can see him liking a cute style tbh, and also reaaaaally likes to match outfits with you in your own respective styles

SHOTARO

same age, def.

i think being in nct has made him a little shy as compared to before when he was in a dance crew, so he’d need someone to encourage him while also taking care of him!!

talking to a non japanese- or korean- speaking person might scare him, so he would settle just for that. shotaro wouldn’t mind in a sense if he knows the other person is committed, but the language barrier for the first few dates would be awkward

ooohhh likes it when people are confident definitely, comfortable in their own skin. shotaro is another person i feel would really be attracted to y2k fits

like i said earlier, shotaro just needs a little push, which would help with an outgoing s/o and someone who’s not afraid to try new things. he feeds off your confidence and uses that to boost his!

CHENLE

doesn’t mind an s/o who is the same age or a tad bit older, i’m not sure if i see him with a younger s/o

doesn’t care if you’re tall or short as long as you give him his damn hugs!!!! 

outgoing personality? check. he would literally befriend anyone, and wouldn’t mind a foreign s/o who doesn’t speak korean or chinese. with his limited english, he could probably make an outing fun by doing activities together and will learn your language!!

an s/o who can calm him down. chenle uses up his energy a lot and can get worn out and just wants someone to embrace at the end of the day. i wouldn’t say its similar to taeyong who’s sometimes tired from taking care of the members, but rather in a way where it’s a little playful and bubbly in your own little circle.

it’s a different kind of happy that chenle feels with you as opposed to the joy that the members bring him.

chenle also would want someone who’s sure of themselves, more so in personality rather than apperance. he likes all sizes and colours and styles, altho leans more toward the oversized sector

SUNGCHAN

sungchan is bit mischievous, so i feel like he naturally lean towards an s/o who can kinda be the “mother slash partner” of him: either the same age or younger, leaning more toward a same aged s/o

lawd this man is so tall. i think he’d want a shorter partner, sometimes a bit awkward with the affection but overall likes to give it. plus point: he likes to see you struggle wrap your body around his to get all of him in your cuddles

he wants to be able to relate to them and wouldn’t want awkwardness, so i don’t think he would go for a foreign person as of now

sungchan likes someone to have fun with him, ofc he’s aware that he can’t take away all their problems but he would want his s/o to feel relaxed and content around him with his goofy personality

sungchan likes a cutesy style, maybe, BUT i always see him being really drawn to y2k fits!!!

JISUNG

leaning more towards the same age (+/-1). i think a noona would make him shy and a younger s/o would just feel weird to him idk. 

this man is also very tall, so probs a shorter s/o,,,,, would not mind if you are tall though!! he just likes to have you in his arms instead of the other way round (so you can’t see his flushed face)

not sure if he’d commit to a r/s that is foreign, but he would try with the help of mark-hyung or something. the reason why he’d take it was because the members would help me, but if not, he wouldn’t take the risk with his idol life at stake.

jisung wants someone who’s self-assured as well, strong in mettle and who has a strong character that helps him build up his drive. seeing you in your element helps him achieve more and he appreciates that you are able to provide him with a source of motivation

jisung likes cute stuff, but he does like oversized fits!

[fencer-x]

Wow major thanks for your spoiler!! I cant wait to see the real movie omg

Btw, is it really the end? I hear a rumor that there will be the next season of Free! somewhere.

What do you think? Is this possible that they will continue this movie?

And do you mind that I ask you----are you deep down, perhaps, disappointed that there is no romance confirmed here? Especially for RinHaru. Except Makoto who said 'suki' to Haru, although this word is not always about romance.

Or perhaps we can assume that there will be 'something' happen between the two in Hungary? It is just not so explicitly be shown cuz sport anime is basically not a gay anime. Haha.

And whose chance better if we say about romance here? MakoHaru or RinHaru? I mean, there is a gap Haruka in Iwatobi for months before the scene in Hungary right? Do you think that perhaps Makoto confessed his real feelings to Haruka? I heard the other spoiler that they got in a convo before the Hungary scene. What is that about?

I am sorry for my random question. I just like to hear your opinion about Free! Especially the RinHaru things. You are so pro in this area.

Thank you!

(1) "What do you think? Is this possible that they will continue this movie?"

They're always able to continue, if they want, but tbh I think they have done a fantastic job of wrapping up the story for these boys. If they do continue, I feel like it would involve the girl presented at the end--who could be Aki, and maybe we'll get to see the story all over again from her perspective and find out why she's in Tokyo to begin with, perhaps starting her own professional swimming career as well.

(2) "And do you mind that I ask you----are you deep down, perhaps, disappointed that there is no romance confirmed here? Especially for RinHaru. Except Makoto who said 'suki' to Haru, although this word is not always about romance."

In complete and total honesty I am not disappointed. I was never expecting it, and more than anything I'm actually relieved there was no romance confirmed -- because it would have manifested in the form of happy het romances with faceless strangers for the boys (except maybe Gou getting with one of themSousuke), showing us "Ten Years Later" futures for them all where their kids meet for the first time and become friends or sth.

As you said, Makoto's suki was not necessarily romantic--the pragmatic part of me says it was Makoto finally voicing his feelings for a friend, something he'd never been really able to do consistently but really needed to do right now. Nagisa has said the same thing to Haru before, and we never took it romantically, and I'm sure if Rin had said it too, it would have been considered non-romantic (but Rin isn't the type to say that to even a close friend).

And regardless of Makoto's intentions, Haru didn't respond to it, and I'm not going to lie that a tiny, evil part of me took some vindictive pleasure in Rin blocking Makoto from going to Haru, his initial instinct when they found Haru, and went to Haru himself, alone >_>

Even in the finale, it was clear Haru had not seen Makoto in a long time, as Haru was shocked to see Makoto there -- whereas both Rin and Haru were expecting each other. And no, I don't think Makoto had seen Haru much if at all while Haru was in Iwatobi, as it's a very long way from Tokyo and Makoto has his own duties and studies. They only ever were able to go back to Iwatobi together before at major holidays/breaks like New Years. It was probably the same here, and they may not have seen each other then depending on when Haru decided to come out of retirement and start training again.

(3) "Or perhaps we can assume that there will be 'something' happen between the two in Hungary? It is just not so explicitly be shown cuz sport anime is basically not a gay anime. Haha.

And whose chance better if we say about romance here? MakoHaru or RinHaru? I mean, there is a gap Haruka in Iwatobi for months before the scene in Hungary right? Do you think that perhaps Makoto confessed his real feelings to Haruka? I heard the other spoiler that they got in a convo before the Hungary scene. What is that about?"

As I mentioned above, Haru in Iwatobi means he probably never saw Makoto, not that he had plenty of time to see Makoto--because Makoto had to stay in Tokyo, and by the time he had time to come back to visit Iwatobi,

If you want to weigh anyone as having a better chance at romance happening, I know it will make me seem biased, because I'm a HaruRin shipper, but I'm sorry: WE WIN. IT'S THEM AGAINST THE WORLD FOREVER. Makoto's dream is to teach kids to swim. Haru's dream is to swim on the global stage next to Rin. Rin's dream is to swim on the global stage next to Haru. Only two of these are compatible :P That doesn't mean it's a romantic endgame for Haru and Rin, and they'll probably never have the kind of bond that Haru and Makoto have, but their relationship is the one that's the focus of their future--and it's always been that way, from the very beginning of the show. Each season has been about their relationship with each other, and then tangentially Haru's relationship with his other friends. If there was a way for any ship to 'win', it's Haru and Rin--because it's always been about them.

I don't recall any mention of a conversation between Makoto and Haru before they reunite in Hungary.

Hope that helps give some insight!