#we would get along perfectly omfg

[devildomresidentt]

Songs that remind me of OM! Characters pt.2

Mammon

[satoruhour]

the racer toji smut won’t leave me alone so here is my additional brainrot bc my sister in christ we must suffer together <3

what about fem!reader who’s bf is a total ass bc he dragged her to the races but ignores her for the whole night bc he’s too busy showing off to the other guys and makes fun of her for not knowing shit about cars. she went to support him but he’s being so shitty and she goes to sulk alone near some quiet part.

a little boy comes to join her and he introduces himself as megumi, he hates crowds and loud noises so he sits with reader for a while, until his daddy comes along and his daddy is hot. toji introduces himself, asking what a pretty girl is doing alone in these parts and offers to show her his car but out from nowhere comes slimy bf who just embarrases himself trying to kiss toji’s ass and reader is like i need to break up with him

but ofc toji puts him in his place and tells him his gf is way out his league, and a real man would never leave his girl alone the entire night. it shuts him up fr and toji, megumi and reader leave to go check out some cars bc it’s nice to actually have someone tell you all about the cars instead of being made fun of for not knowing

the rest is obvs history bc megumi loves hanging out with reader and toji can’t keep his eyes off her. and vice versa hehe

a/n: jelly ur mind >>>>> also how did i write a whole FIC about this omfg im sick. i claim i dont like toji then write like this 💀💀 + can u tell how much i love making fun of incompetent men by the way i talk about reader’s shitty boyfriend cause youd be right. i hate men. ✶ / 2.2k

the stuffy parking lot had been a routine place for you at this point, taking the familiar route past shibuya 109 and into miyamasu-zaka avenue. you’re not entirely pumped to be in the car beside your boyfriend right now, who’s talking loudly and obnoxiously into his phone, but that isn’t what is irking you right now. you’re more worried when you reach there, sure to come face to face with his equally obnoxious friends who just can’t shut up about their cars.

it would be fine if they were being cocky and could back up their modifications and NOS with proper results from racing, but they were all losers, both figuratively and literally. you sigh for the umpteenth time when daisuke asks if you cancelled the dinner with your friends because he was going to celebrate his ‘sure’ win and you stifle the urge to laugh. sometimes you wonder why you’re still here.

“we’re here babe, c’mon, get out. i’ll go park the car and come back to get you,” as daisuke tells you this, he’s patting your thigh like you’re a dog, smiling his stupid smile and your brows knit together.

“can’t you just drive to wherever you’re parking?”

“ahh… no can do, baby — my parking’s somehow better when you’re not stressin’ me out in the passenger seat.” what were you doing dating a man who couldn’t even park? you groan into your hands, picking up your bag and exiting the vehicle, making sure to slam the door extra hard even if you’ll be getting a lecture later about harming his ‘baby’.

he’s perfectly fine watching your tantrum and doesn’t say anything except for continuing to smile, driving off without a care as he looks for a parking spot. thankfully you could save your face a little, since you were still early to the meet, a minimal amount of people lingering around the abandoned parking lot in their miniskirts and tights and tramp stamps — a look you definitely would’ve loved to try out if not for your boyfriend telling you you can’t show off your legs.

it’s like he has some personal vendetta against you, but really you think it’s just because he saved you from an unfavourable situation before and while at the time you expressed mutual feelings for him, he just might be holding you hostage with that favour he did for you, unconsciously feeling terrible if you were to leave him.

a few minutes pass, and then ten, and you’re waiting for a full fifteen minutes against a wall, all the while the classic crowd of tokyo is trickling into the car park, cars driving in slowly and you’re dreading every time someone enters, sure that you’re being judged for being daisuke’s significant other. and when the waiting time finally hits twenty, you’re taking matters into your own hands and turning the corner where he drove.

just to see him conversing with his loser friends who were already somehow there, showing off their own cars which they spent money on for nothing and laughing up a storm. you lug your body over, because while you were still somehow okay with daisuke, you couldn’t stand his friends.

“babe! ah, my bad, should’ve texted you that the boys were already here and that i was with ’em,” his affection was limited to just a hand on your waist, not wanting to look like a softie in front of them, “we were just talking about our updated NOS, or ‘nitrous oxide system’ for my cute baby who couldn’t remember it the first time.”

all you can do is burn in embarrassment as they laughed, ridiculing you for the mistake you made ages ago about the terminology of street racing that sometimes you couldn’t exactly grasp. you did your best each time, sometimes googling things about racing that you wouldn’t know otherwise, but because it was still pretty illegal in japan, it was difficult to find the specific terms they used. but with how much your boyfriend teaches you (as condescending as it was), you probably could’ve written an essay.

and it wasn’t a one-time thing either, from smacking your hand off the stick shift to pestering you about closing the car door more gently, you’re soon to reach your limit.

“yeah, i know what a NOS is, bitch.” you mumble under your breath, turning away from him as he continued joking with his boys before one of them shouted out someone else’s name, hiroshi, you heard and they all pile over each other like excited dogs, seeing his new and improved Mitsubishi Eclipse, a bright, striking green and your boyfriend follows them easily.

throughout the different races of the evening and the excitement, you’re left chasing after your boyfriend who can’t help but sidle up to different racers and their cars, and the dreaded situation you hoped wouldn’t arise, did. daisuke loved asking you questions with confusing numbers and letters, and then laughed in your face when you picked the wrong option.

so when he asked you whether a L72 or a 327 small-block was better for his sorry excuse of a Camaro from 1981, you answered that you knew they had used 327s for Yenko Camaros, but without the knowledge they had discontinued it since it wasn’t optimal performance for the car. “yeah, no, darlin’, they already stopped it and switched to big-blocks after ’69… i thought i taught you this!”

with lips pressed tightly together, you find that you hardly want to be here any longer, body turning hot with shame and tears prickling at your eyes. you don’t chase after daisuke when he walks off and nudges hiroshi about your limited knowledge about cars, hands clenching and unclenching into fists before you’re tugged gently on your jacket sleeve.

in front of you is a young boy, playing with his fingers shyly with a head full of messy black hair and strong features that scrunch up into an anxious expression and you’re squatting and wondering what business a young boy like him had in scenes like this before he’s explaining how he hates the loud music and noises of metal against metal and the sound of tires.

you frown, understanding him immediately as you ask if you can hold his hand to which he nods, “what’s your name, sweetheart?”

“fushiguro… megumi,” he mumbles, flinching when there’s an erupt of cheers from the concluding race.

“oh, honey, let’s go,” you squeeze his hand in solidarity, “let’s sit far away from the action, okay? you like music?”

megumi sniffles a little and nods again, calming down the further he is from all the cars, sitting down on the curb in an area where there’s fewer racers, it being a deadend for the route. soon, you’re fishing out your earphones to insert into his ears, playing a few favourites of yours at a softer volume to drown out the noise of the cars. you’re content to find someone as clueless as you in this whole thing, even if the other was a child, and you almost want to chastise his parents for leaving him so vulnerable in a place like this when said parent is looking left and right, jogging while looking for his son.

“that’s my dad…” megumi mumbles with hope in his voice as the man starts to call out for him, expression morphed into worry from the moment he looked down from his car to find megumi gone. the boy’s hands you back your earphones with a slight smile and a ‘thank you’ before running off, and you’re lunging forward just to make sure he’s safe, running a little behind him while he navigates his father’s voice. it seems like he doesn’t have much care for the loud noises when his dad is finally in view because he speeds immediately into his arms before a tall man comes into view, and you’re blessed with seeing this hot-ass dad in a baggy long-sleeved top.

“hey… thank you for lookin’ out for the kid. i’m fushiguro toji,” toji nods towards you in acknowledgement, looking past your face after appreciating it before glancing down to your figure. “what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?”

megumi who was propped up against his shoulder opts to cling to his father’s neck, hiding from the rest of the world while you walk slowly alongside the man, fingers thumbing the strap of your bag to keep your grounded. you were quick to explain that you were here because of your boyfriend, and you swear a glint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but you don’t give it much thought because soon the man himself is running up to you with a renewed sense of confidence.

it was probably because toji was here; and sure, you knew about fushiguro toji and how much your boyfriend loved him, but you didn’t know how popular he could get, drawing countless pairs of eyes to your interaction. 

“hi! hi, fushiguro toji right?” and you’re already ready for the clownery to start when he opens his mouth, “i’m wakashita daisuke, big fan! any chance you’ll get back into racing?” daisuke is spouting so much shit you can’t even bear to look up but there’s one sentence that has got toji riled up, using just one hand to threaten your boyfriend who looks scared out of his mind. “you’d look so good with a Ford Mustang too, why don’t you sell off that old Corvette you’ve got—”

and soon toji is clutching onto the collar of his shirt, easily pulling him off the ground as the people surrounding you laugh and whoop. seems like you weren’t the only one who hated him.

“that Corvette means something to me, not like that piece of junk you call your Camaro. and at least i treat my car better than how you treat your girlfriend,” he spits the word like it’s venom, “who you can’t even respect as a person.”

daisuke is plopped onto the floor, but toji easily backs him up with a finger to his chest, “laughing like an idiot when she doesn’t know about engines and then saying you taught her — that would reflect your efforts as a teacher, wouldn’t it?” the man smirks when your boyfriend stutters out his answer, the crowd oooh-ing like it’s a free show.

“and then you leave her stranded for the whole night to hang with your boys, in a place where she’s uncomfortable and vulnerable. but you couldn’t give a shit, can’t you? you’re too busy sucking your friends’ cocks to notice.” there’s howls of laughter now (you can’t help but let out a giggle too) with how ruthless toji is being, all the while having a kid on his shoulder, but you imagine megumi is used to these types of altercations by now.

toji leans down to spit in his face, “you disrespect a woman in my eyes, you’re a joke to me.”

he just rolls your eyes, heading off from your stupid boyfriend and toji fully expects you to follow, beckoning you to go with him when you stay rooted. “c’mon, don’t mind him. he didn’t deserve you.” toji mutters, pressing a kiss to megumi’s temple as he leads you away from the scene silently, and you leap at the opportunity to thank him immediately.

“to be fair… i did all the research for my boyfriend,” toji interrupts with ex-, and you laugh, “yeah, ex-. but i’m not entirely opposed to learning about cars. they seem kinda cool.”

“is this your way of telling me you want me to teach you?” what’s a little flirting with a guy, anyway? even the other said it himself, daisuke didn’t deserve you. you nod with a sheepish smile, petting megumi’s head when he rouses from his dad’s shoulder, heart warming at how the young boy shoots you a gleaming smile.

toji shrugs with a little chuckle, “sure.” he’s keen on showing you his Chevrolet Corvette at the other end of the parking lot first, telling you about the specifications and the modifications he made for it to be suitable for drifting. he explains how his Corvette had to be converted to a rear-wheel-drive car, or a RWD to support the heavy stress on the back wheels to make a successful drift turn.

toji tells you the differences between a clutch kick and a shift lock and how to sustain a drift on a sharp turn, excited at finally finding someone who didn’t have a clue about racing. he even offers to show you, but you’re a little too intimidated by being in the passenger seat with him, especially when it’s going at high speeds.

“maybe another day,” you offer and toji picks up on your insinuation, trying to stifle at grin that maybe this attraction wasn’t one-sided. he liked the way you talked to megumi, he liked the way you intently listened about his love for cars, and he couldn’t wait to get you in his car with a hand to your thigh.

“i’ll hold you to your offer, darlin’.” the name sounded so much better coming from his mouth, an attractive smile lining his face before he offered his free arm for you to hang on, gasping silently when you felt how toned his arm was. oh, the late night thoughts you already knew you were gonna have…

“i’ll tell you about the other cars here, let’s go.”

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[sixosix]

IT WAS ALL BY DESIGN | KAVEH (2)

tags second chance, angst and fluff, time-skips, lovers to exes to lovers again, profanity, happy ending

a/n wc 6K (omfg) kaveh lore spoilers and not rlly canon compliant

previous part

when kaveh is jostled awake, he dreads the pitiful expression of the forest ranger who called for him.

kaveh now stands over people hunched and bent to their knees, picking up what they can clean and batting away the aggravated fungi.

the withering, they said.

there’s nothing left. or, well, what should be his masterpiece is just dust and debris. it was so close to being like what he imagined when he could still dream. it was so close to finishing, why—why did it have to…?

he’s the only one standing over kneeling people, yet he’s never felt so small at the moment. as if he’s back to being a little kid, unsure of what to do with himself as everyone scrambled about in front of him. he hasn’t felt this need to cry since the building blocks he had spent hours stacking meticulously on top of each other all came tumbling down with one wrong swipe.

the withering struck at the same moment kaveh thought that things were going perfectly. he should’ve known—it could never be that easy.

he only snaps out of it when you come to his side, reaching for him. he doesn’t even realize he is quivering until you run your hands through his hair, and he feels like breaking inside because he doesn’t deserve it.

he should’ve known. he should’ve known.

he should’ve listened to dori.

dori is furious with him, which is somehow even worse than seeing his own creation in ruin when it was perfectly fine the day before. dori’s face is twisted in rage, screaming at him to leave this goddamn project. large, extravagant, do whatever you want, dori had said, repeating her words, and this is what happens?

“fuck,” he groans, burying his face in his trembling palms. it’s no different from a child throwing a tantrum.

“kaveh,” you murmur, and he tenses for all the wrong reasons.

you shouldn’t see him like this, so weak and pathetic. he’s humiliated, distraught, and you’re seeing all of it. his face burns in shame, his eyes growing hotter along with it.

“kaveh,” you repeat. kaveh, stubbornly, childishly, doesn’t look up. “i’m feeling tired, can we stay here?”

“...okay.”

neither of you comment on his quaver, and kaveh knows he’s the one trembling in the knees, not you. small mercies like these give kaveh the courage to blindly reach in front of him to feel your hand. you take him, and kaveh’s never felt safer despite everything.

“remember, kaveh, when i told you that mourning flowers reminded me of your eyes?”

confused, kaveh replies slowly, “yes. you gave one to me. i still have it.”

you beam at his response, encouraged to continue. “i learned about another flower, a specialty in mondstadt. windwheel asters. i want to pick one straight from the grass, tuck it behind your ear, and watch it spin around before i get distracted by your eyes again because they have the same shade.”

“we can have someone deliver it,” kaveh mumbles, his shoulders slumping. “so you don’t have to travel all the way there.”

“yeah.” you breathe in deeply, resting your forehead against his. “yeah, i should’ve.”

kaveh hasn’t realized that the rangers and construction crew started filtering out until it was dead silent, enough for kaveh to feel like he could hear the stars speaking to him. enough where your heartbeat is the loudest sound at the moment.

“it’s okay. we can stay here for as long as you need,” you assure him with the kindest smile that he knows shouldn’t be directed at him. “i’m too tired to walk back anyway.”

“i love you,” he whispers, the first time either of you called it what it was. he feels that this is the truest phrase he had ever said, even though he’s not sure you even heard it.

kaveh held you closer to him that night, afraid that the withering would creep in and take you away from him, too.

do the right thing, no matter what it costs you.

kaveh has heard this saying before, over and over again. he first heard it from his father, and kaveh fully believed that he’d do so without hesitation if ever the time came. then from old, wise scholars who told tales of how much they sacrificed to have this much success today. but dreaming about his father brings him back to himself, curled up on a dusty couch, having returned from fontaine to attend his mother’s wedding.

if the cost is his own happiness, is it still worth it? is it still the right thing to do?

he hadn’t seen his mother smile so wide since she wrapped her arms around her new husband. kaveh wonders how she was able to let go so fast, but he finds that he doesn’t blame her because this is what she deems is the right thing to do.

no matter what it costs you.

kaveh awakes with a start in the middle of the night, when crickets are still loud in his ears, and the streets are dead silent as most of everyone has gone to bed. his head is spinning, heart racing, but there’s a fire in his eyes that he thought had been snuffed out since the incident.

“kaveh…?” you rub your eyes tiredly from where you’re resting on his chest.

kaveh smiles at the tender sight of nuzzling up to him like this, soft with sleep and smelling like him. “you should go home and clean up.”

you’re slurring your words together, heavily lethargic. “but what ‘bout you?”

“i’ll be fine,” kaveh murmurs fondly, unable to resist kissing your forehead. “i’ll be fine.” because he knows now that even if he were to do the right or wrong thing, he still has you to come back to, and that’s more than enough for him to do it no matter the cost.

kaveh sells his house.

it was almost underwhelming. he was expecting a heart-wrenching realization stopping him halfway through even making that decision, yet all he felt as he talked to the buyers was this empty feeling—the same one he feels every time he comes back to it as if it’s still his home.

all that runs through his mind is that he has a new one now. and this one, he will not even think about selling off. more than a building, more than just a house.

this revelation keeps him chin-up and strong as he faces dori and tells her about his decision. he’s sure that dori’s cunning smile will haunt him for a few days.

“you’ve been so busy, kaveh.” you narrow your eyes, studying his face from all angles with your hand on his chin. “what’s up? have you been feeling unwell? someone pushing you to your limits?”

kaveh is trying so, so hard not to smile and spoil the surprise, but you’re poking his cheek and pouting again like before, and he’s weak to anything you give him. “no,” he laughs, letting you move his face around so long as you keep your hands on him.

“you’re happy,” you conclude. “something good happened. another commission?” you frown when kaveh shakes his head. kaveh kisses the point where your brows furrow, unable to help himself. “don’t give me that. even cyno isn’t telling me.”

“cyno knows that you’ll like this surprise this time.”

“the last time you hid something from me, it ended terribly,” you warn.

kaveh huffs. “not anymore, i swear on it. because it’s finished, and i’m going to show the surprise right now.”

“what?”

it’s not quite finished, the palace of alcazarzaray. there are people on the sidelines painting the walls, some digging their hands in the dirt and watering the carefully selected flowers. he watches as your eyes draw to it first, gaze softening impossibly—and this is where kaveh knew that he did something right.

“oh,” you murmur.

kaveh doesn’t take your silence as an insult—quite the opposite. he lets you soak it all in, just like he did when the building looks more like what he envisioned, even when he’s drawn this over and over in his head and on paper.

it’s not his place. he doesn’t own it, but deep down, he proudly calls it his.

“this looks like the draft you made that day,” you say after a long moment of silence. “the one you said you did on ‘autopilot.’”

“that’s because it is.” kaveh lays his eyes on it. “i sacrificed so much for this.”

you grin, turning to him. “you know what i’ll say already, don’t you?”

“that i’ve wonderfully lost my mind?”

“that there’s nothing i wish more than to see what the world looks like in your eyes.”

kaveh blushes madly. “you shouldn’t. you’d just see yourself.”

he wanted to give you a tour, but there’s not much to be done when your lips slot against his under the stars, and you’re right in front of his magnum opus as if you’re part of it.

whispers come quickly and float long enough for kaveh to pick up on it the moment he stepped foot on the hallways.

there he is, they say. kaveh built the palace of alcazarzaray, didn’t you hear? yes, yes that one. light of kshahrewar.

he wants to smile politely when they all look at him as if he’s hung the stars, but he knows it’d only come off as bitter. they aren’t wrong: he did something right and good with that project, and everything turned out safe and finished in the end—

but it doesn’t just end there. he sits in a pile not of mora but dust and a heavy heart upon the reminder that he sold off what used to be his home for this. it cost him; does that mean this is the right thing?

kaveh takes a deep breath in and knocks on tighnari’s door.

immediately, he’s greeted by the sight of his friends: al-haitham and cyno tucked in some corner playing TCG (cyno winning), tighnari pointing in his direction, and you brightening as the door closes behind kaveh.

“kaaaveehh!” you garble happily, crashing into his chest and snuggling. “kaveh, you’re here.”

kaveh doesn’t need to sniff the air to piece two and two together. “you’re drunk already?” kaveh smiles, helping you regain balance.

tighnari sighs as he trots over, ears drooping in shame. “that’s my fault. i didn’t realize y/n took my glass until i took a sip and tasted water.”

“kaveeeh,” you wail, holding onto his sleeves desperately like someone is going to take him away. “kaveh, look at you! you’re so—so nice. so pretty. i love youuu…”

“i love you, too,” he says warmly, turning his head away so you wouldn’t see the stupid grin on his face.

in this angle, he can see the judgemental stares of cyno and al-haitham, which prompts a “shut up!” from him despite them having not said anything.

you hiccup. “kaveh, i need to sit down. kaveh, can we sit down?”

he leads you to the nearest loveseat, never once separating from you—not that he can when you aren’t giving him a chance to, anyway. “can i get a glass, too?” he asks tighnari, who was holding back laughter while watching the entire scene.

when tighnari comes back with enough glasses to have kaveh know right away that he won’t be leaving this house with steady steps, they all their glasses for a toast. to kaveh, to the palace of alcazarzaray, to everyone.

“hey.” kaveh rests a hand on the small of your back, which you bat away clumsily.

“i have a boyfriend,” you grumble, “don’t… don’t…”

“what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” kaveh teases.

“ugh, don’t talk to me. go away. i feel like i’m about to hurl yesterday’s lunch. i’ll do it on you,” you threaten, head lolling as you try to sit up. kaveh helps you through it, chuckling quietly when you push him off and repeating that you have a boyfriend.

and then you start crying.

said boyfriend, of course, panics, hands flying uselessly as tears fall and keep falling from your eyes. “why are—are you crying? what happened? do we need to take you outside?”

“my boyfriend… i want to be with him forever…” you sob through sniffles, awkwardly wiping tears away with a wobbly arm.

kaveh frowns. “well, why can’t you?”

“because i can’t stay here forever. but he stays here forever. i want to stay with him forever, but i can’t. i need to go everywhere, not—not stay here. my head hurts. please, i need water.”

overwhelmed, kaveh goes to fetch a glass of water, numb. “here, water. drink it slowly,” he says.

“thank you,” you say. “don’t tell him i said any of those.”

“i won’t, i promise,” kaveh says, his voice small.

without warning, you climb over and settle on his lap, resting your cheek against his chest. kaveh doesn’t know if it’s the first sip of alcohol or if it’s just you making his heart race and placate all at once—but he already knows the answer.

“i thought you have a boyfriend?” kaveh asks, carding his fingers through your hair.

“i do, but…” you exhale slowly, your weight getting a little heavier as you relax, and kaveh smiles because how could he not? “you smell like home.”

he’ll bring it up some other time.

unfortunately, he doesn’t get the courage to bring it up. he faces his consequence when it’s too late, and you’re the one to speak to him about it.

you’re braiding his hair, slow and steady, the way he likes it. you’ve bought him various hairpins that you said match his eyes. he doesn’t think he’s met someone who’s loved his eyes as much as you before. to show his appreciation, he insists on wearing all of them, even if he doesn’t need them.

“do you remember the exchange program i mentioned briefly a while back?”

kaveh ransacks through his head for the memory. he only remembers you warning him that you won’t be staying in sumeru forever when you first got together, and some drunken conversations. “i think so, yes. you said you’ll finish there. why? what brought this up?”

“i got accepted.” the last hairpin clicks into place. there are about six on his head. “i’ll be leaving soon.”

kaveh’s eyes brighten as he turns to you, expecting you to be thrilled, but you look nervous. you aren’t meeting his eyes.

“y/n,” kaveh says softly, holding your cheeks in his palms, “what’s wrong?”

“it’s in inazuma,” you say carefully. “and if i finish there and continue with my dream, i won’t really have… all the time to go back here.”

that’s too far, is what kaveh wants to say. he doesn’t, because he vividly remembers you saying you want to go everywhere someday, and who is he to bind you to him because he is selfish and needy? in the grand scheme of things, he is no one in your life.

“will you be alone?”

“no. i’ll be with anis, and i’ll have soraya come with me to liyue when the time comes. i won’t be alone.”

kaveh nods, easing a bit. “that’s good.”

kaveh must be wearing a pitiful expression if you scramble to speak again. “we can write each other letters,” you say weakly. “or i can send gifts…”

he thinks of his mother, leaving to fontaine, writing to him on occasion. he thinks of seeing his mother again after so long, seeing how happy she is, and he thinks about how he hadn’t seen her like that when kaveh was still living with her after his father’s death.

“and tie you down to me?” kaveh shakes his head. “don’t worry about me while you’re taking on the world. too many sights to see to think about me.”

your expression looks pained. “you’re not tying me down. i love you more than that.”

kaveh’s reply is instant. “enough to not leave?”

you wince, and kaveh curses himself, flinching away from holding your face to ball his fingers into fists beside him. “no, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean that, please ignore i said that. i’m sorry.”

“kaveh,” you say, and kaveh understands, more than anyone, what you’re thinking right now.

“i know.”

“kaveh, i—i’m sorry, i can’t… i don’t…”

“that’s okay,” kaveh says, “i’m glad you told me, really. no, look at me. i’m happy for you; you can be happy for yourself, too.” it feels like we had only gotten together yesterday, and it’s already falling apart.

this was divine intervention, telling him—no, reprimanding him, don’t think about it. don’t say anything else, you might as well ruin it more; toss it in quicksand, will you? this was them telling him that if things were to work out in his favor two times in a row, he’d regret it later.

kaveh takes a deep, shuddering breath. “i was planning on leaving, too. we’ve just graduated, we deserve a vacation.” he was hoping to take you with him, but only here he realizes how selfish it was. you warned him, too, so he can’t say you didn’t.

you seem relieved that he’s keeping a conversation. “really?”

“yes. just here in sumeru, though,” he says, sheepish. “you’ve set on something bigger, and i was already nervous about my choice.”

“you’ll be fine, kaveh.” you sound so sure. kaveh doesn’t know how you make it sound like you know him better than himself. “the world is so beautiful, and it can’t wait to see what part of it inspires you.”

at least, this time, he gets to say goodbye, and he gets to see you while he says it.

“so, that’s it?”

“don’t hold back because of me, kaveh,” you tell him. “if love finds its way back to you again, catch it and don’t feel sorry for me.”

kaveh wants to say it in return, but the best he can do is be selfish in silence. he doesn’t want you with anyone else that isn’t him—just thinking about it hurts him.

“i’ll come home someday,” you say. kaveh nods because he wants this promise to be real this time. “and maybe we can still be friends, if you’ll have me.”

this, kaveh realizes, is really what his father meant when he said to do the right thing, no matter what it costs you.

later, he invites tighnari, cyno, and al-haitham out for dinner.

and when they arrive at the table, the first thing kaveh says is, “i’ll be leaving next week.” his friends weren’t able to pry much from him, but they could figure it out on their own if they saw the list of the students going abroad.

things go on: too slow for kaveh’s liking, and a little unsteady from time to time, but when he pictures you living your life somewhere, he thinks he can’t let you beat him to it, so he tries his best.

it’s been a while since you last visited sumeru.

everything looks the same since you’ve last been here, but something feels different. it takes you a while to realize it’s the people walking about happily, and to you, it seems like something is missing from their ears.

you had already removed the akasha the moment you moved out, but it was still a little jarring to step into your homeland without it, and seeing people do the same. the two guards who were usually in charge of handing them out to tourists are gone from their place, too.

anis breathes in deeply, then exhales shakily. she had stayed in liyue for far longer than you had, habituated herself to it, but still, sumeru is where she looks right at home, with trees and shades of green surrounding her. “oh, how i missed this! no other region can beat the fresh and dewy air of sumeru, no matter how beautiful their architecture is.”

you nudge her. “you were the one complaining about having to leave mondstadt yesterday.”

anis scowls, huffing petulantly. “i was tired. and the goth grand hotel had funny guests. you spent all day picking windwheel asters—make a whole flower shop with them already, will you?”

“shh, don’t be so loud.” anis flails around until you free her mouth from your palm. she stares at you, scandalized. “no one is supposed to know i’m back yet.”

“you shouldn’t have come with me if that was the case, then,” anis says, and you two continue walking up the bridge of the palace of alcazarzaray.

“you were the one who begged me to.”

it’s been forever since you’ve last seen it—the pictures you took don’t compare to the real thing—and yet it feels like the first time all over again, with warmth pressed on your side and the back of your palm tingling from the feeling of someone’s lips kissing it a few seconds before.

your heart aches faintly.

anis takes note of your face with a contemplative hum. “then again, you probably missed the man behind this the most. you should be grateful that i even managed to commission him! everyone flocks to kaveh the moment they get the chance.”

“it’s because you’re also from his darshan,” you argue, embarrassed. just hearing his name makes your face heat up.

“and i’m the best friend of his ex—right, right.” anis yelps when you pinch her elbow, but it fades off into laughter soon enough. you smile, but only because her glee is as contagious as wild fungi.

passing by the palace of alcazarzaray and into a secluded hut right across it, you and anis continue catching up, recalling akademiya memories that both of you agreed never to bring up again. it was mostly groupmates you hope are still failing their darshan with their incompetence. you hear some people chiming in, telling you about how a traveler and your friends saved the entirety of sumeru. weird, but not entirely outlandish.

“al-haitham as the acting grand scribe?” anis gawks. you are probably wearing a similar expression. “what happened while we were gone?”

you sigh. “i wish i knew, too. i wish i knew.”

“oh, look!” anis gestures ahead, under a large tree that curves forward and casts enough shade for a whole garden. “that’s the place kaveh asked to meet me in. and if i’m not mistaken, that blond guy over there with the red cape…”

“oh,” you breathe.

you didn’t think kaveh could be prettier than he already was, and he was already turning heads back then. stripped off the akademiya’s uniform and into something he looks more like himself in: drop-dead elegant. you appreciate the slit on the back of his blouse. (he’s still wearing six red clips.)

anis elbows you. “you can back out. i’d rather you don’t because i know how much you missed him, but—”

“i won’t,” you say. not that you can bring yourself to turn back when kaveh is right there anyway.

“kaveh!” anis calls out; you purposefully slow your steps so you’re in her shadow, yet kaveh’s eyes still snap to yours right away.

“anis.” kaveh stands from the table clumsily, his eyes round in surprise. “...y/n. both of you are back?”

“hi, kaveh,” you greet with a wave. “you look good.” he does. too good for someone who’s currently standing a few feet away from his ex. it almost feels like revenge.

“you, too,” kaveh smiles, reluctant, “it’s been so long.”

“i like your new style, kaveh!” anis whistles appreciatively, and you want nothing more than to nod and pray kaveh doesn’t see the way you’re eyeing him. “suits you. a natural artist, even outside construction.”

“speaking of,” kaveh starts. you can’t help but notice that even when his client is right there, his eyes stray to you too often, and you’re starting to feel like some flustered teenager over it, “you’re a talented artist yourself, anis. it was a surprise to hear from you about this project.”

“i know i am, but who am i to waste the opportunity of taking advantage of my connections? i’m fortunate enough that you accepted right away.”

“of course. congratulations on the engagement, anis,” kaveh says sincerely, from one old friend to another.

“thank you.” anis smiles in return. “people in liyue were too charming. now here i am, with a ring on my finger.” she wiggles the fingers of her left hand for emphasis.

kaveh quirks a brow. “were they?”

anis grins slyly. “don’t worry, y/n wasn’t looking at all.”

you gape, incensed. “anis!”

kaveh hides a laugh behind his hand, and he’s only looking at you. “thanks for telling me.”

embarrassed, you duck your head and remind yourself that anis owes you a trip back to liyue for that. you can still feel kaveh’s stare on you, burning on your head.

mercifully, he does drop it, straightening his posture and looking more like sumeru’s most famous architect anis commissioned. you’re seeing what years and years have done to kaveh—it’s done him good. “before we get straight into it, would you tell me more about what you had in mind? along with your partner’s opinions, of course.”

and because anis is cruel and evil, she drags you along with it the entire time.

anis excuses herself to order water, saying her mouth is dry from all that talking and debating with kaveh over designs. you wonder how they even got along as group mates.

“the padisarah is clever,” you say, gaining more confidence when kaveh beams as you start the conversation. “i’m glad you learned to appreciate flora in your works. it’s perfect.”

“i’m grateful to the one who taught me all about its beauty,” he replies, eyes twinkling.

you laugh, trailing off stiffly, unsure what to say. so you don’t reply.

you want to ask him so many questions. how are you? i missed you. did you tailor this outfit yourself? you look good. do you hate me for leaving? because i do. yet looking at him, you find yourself speechless.

“where are you headed next after this?” kaveh asks, shifting his weight from one foot to another. it reminds you too much of what he used to do back in the akademiya.

“i’m not sure. i heard cyno’s in the desert right now, so i might head to gandharva ville first. say hi to al-haitham for me?”

kaveh’s expression falls. “yeah… yeah, of course. i’ll see you around.”

tighnari opens the door, his face melting in surprise. “y/n?”

“tighnari!” you greet with a bright smile, opening your arms for him. “surprise…?”

because tighnari was never really the most affectionate, he shuffles forward and lets you hug him with great difficulty. he mumbles, “since when have you returned to sumeru? you didn’t even tell me.”

“you need to be reminded of the definition of surprise, tighnari,” you laugh, stepping inside his house when he moves aside. a lot has changed in this one, brimming with more books and looking worn down than you last remember. there’s a bed on the corner, the blanket kept clean and tidy.

“have you met up with kaveh yet?”

“...of course i have.”

tighnari’s ear flicks, and he smiles knowingly. “he still loves you as much, you know.”

you grimace. is that really the first thing he’s going to talk about? tighnari was also never one to mince his words and spoonfeed it gently. “it’s been so long. you can’t assume something so absurd.”

“y/n,” tighnari says, returning to his table where he seems to be working on a concoction, “you weren’t there for when kaveh decided to leave for the desert. i’ve never seen him want to get so drunk that badly. he was just talking about you.”

you grimace. “oh.” you remember every word you’ve said clearly and his expressions that keep you up on lonely nights. “that just proves my point.”

“no. he was moping, sure. but the alcohol in his system made him all the more honest. he was just talking about you.” tighnari crushes leaves in his bowl, eyes flicking up to meet your nervous ones. “reverently, almost. like you never broke up.”

“years ago, tighnari,” you remind, face hot.

“he’s always been the most romantic one out of the four of us.”

you let the silence settle for a few moments as your thoughts wander, back to kaveh and back to the windwheel asters you kept on a pot and carried as is to sumeru. it’s never been that easy.

“well, i didn’t come here for a pep talk,” you say, clearing your throat. “is that the waterproofing oil you’ve been working on since back then? it looks much smoother than before.”

tighnari grins. “i’ve learned a lot, and i know so have you. from one amurta graduate to another, surely you know what i mean?”

he talks you through what he’s been doing for the past years. it feels like you’ve gone through a lifetime without them, but that’s coming from you, who was convinced that you wouldn’t be returning at all. if tighnari notices that your mind is far off elsewhere, he generously doesn’t comment on it.

you aren’t needed at all, yet anis still takes you to the next meeting, where kaveh will reveal his first proposal. you remind anis of this, but she only replies with:

“don’t give me that. kaveh was the one who asked to bring you along.”

you rolled your eyes at that because not even you would believe her.

but still, you come along because these quick meetings give you a chance to see kaveh without having to come up with a half-baked excuse. you’ll treasure these few days before you eventually have to see him again when tighnari—or cyno, or maybe even al-haitham—gets tired of this unbearable push and pull and forces a date. and things go south because kaveh will say he’s been happier without you, and you travel back to another region, heartbroken.

…at least that’s what you were expecting. kaveh usually hasn’t gone on for this long when dealing with clients, and both he and anis know what they’re doing. what’s more surprising than that is anis takes it all in stride, which doesn’t appease your confusion.

it’s the fifth day. usually, kaveh would be working on the building itself by now. (times change, you remind yourself, you don’t know him anymore.)

anis looks over kaveh’s nth proposal, huffing in what could almost be discerned as amusement. “oh, dear.”

you don’t see anything wrong with it. “it looks good to me…”

anis pinches your cheek, making you frown. “please, y/n. do me a favor and just ask him out already. all this hopeless pining is wearing down on his creativity.”

your face burns. “he’s my ex, anis! isn’t there an unspoken rule not to get back together with your ex?”

anis scoffs. “that rule doesn’t apply when both of you don’t act like exes in the first place.”

“i told him that if i got back, we can still be friends, that’s why…” you argue weakly.

“friends? you’re not fooling anyone, especially yourself.”

you sit under the stars and wonder if you ever went wrong, or if you’re slowly going back to the right path. you don’t regret leaving sumeru and exploring the world, but you regret ending things with kaveh like that. taking on the world had been so lonely thinking about him being happy with someone else. others from the regions you’ve visited tried their hand at pursuing you, but you’re too desperate to see blond hair and red eyes in them to let them in.

is this the right thing? being friends is better than being nothing, right?

kaveh appears from the entrance, looking around briefly before eventually—like it always does—his eyes land on you. “y/n? anis said you called for me.”

you smile at him. “yeah, i did.”

he steps forward and stops there, looking like a wary shroomboar against an armed ranger. you sigh, setting the pot aside and patting the empty space next to you. kaveh follows, sitting on the edge.

“are you scared of me, kaveh?”

“i don’t know what i can do,” he admits, and your expression eases.

you pick the pot up and place it carefully on his lap. kaveh’s hands fly out to catch it when it loses balance, brushing his hands against yours. maybe you shouldn’t be doing this sober

“a windwheel aster, for you.” you hold a finger in front of his face, feeling around in your bag to reveal another one, more crumpled and less alive than the one on kaveh’s lap, but it still spins when you blow on it. “and, uh—here, let me.”

kaveh closes his eyes when you lean in. (you’re not sure if it’s instinct.) you tuck it behind his ear, unable to help your grin when you pull away, and the breeze that catches on it makes the petals turn.

“i was right,” you say. “they look good with your eyes.”

“that’s cruel, y/n.”

your stomach drops, flinching away. you wring your hands on your lap, too ashamed to gaze at him directly. “i’m sorry, you probably didn’t—i shouldn’t have—”

kaveh reaches for your wrist, looking heartbroken. he kisses your palm, your wrist, and it’s then you realize that he’s not upset at you, but at himself. “y/n. i thought you wanted me to go easy on me and leave forever.”

“would it have been easier for you?”

“not unless you still want me to confess to you like we’re back in the akademiya, and i’m distressingly in debt.”

“aren’t you still distressingly in debt?”

kaveh breathes in the air shared between the two of you, face twisted in a way that looks like he’s barely holding back from smothering your face with kisses. “y/n, please.”

he still loves you as much, you know.

breathing hitching, you ask, “do you know what you’re saying…?”

“fate brought us together again. surely you don’t think i’ll be blind to another chance gifted to me?”

ah. tighnari is never wrong.

well, you should’ve known. you never could’ve been just friends with kaveh, not when he’s looking at you like you were never gone, and you still thought about him every night when you were.

“we can try, again,” you say. “you and i.”

“again,” kaveh agrees. “i won’t let you go this time.”

( you see kaveh there with dark bags under his eyes and his grip trembling slightly as it cuts across the page in something beyond a confident stroke—more so angry, barely held in, brimming and ready to spill.

students who pass by whisper to themselves and stare at him longer than they should’ve, but he doesn’t seem to care—or rather, doesn’t even notice that he’s in a public space. his eyes are trained on the stack of papers in front of him, eyes aflame.

anis notices your fond gaze and smirks.

she says aloud, “having this kshahrewar genius seek you out so constantly… i can’t even imagine—i’ve heard enough from my peers talking about how they regret not getting a chance to speak with him.”

“i don’t see how it’s my fault that kaveh didn’t want to entertain them.”

anis chortles. “oh, no wonder why he likes you so much.”

the collar of your uniform feels stiflingly hot all of a sudden. you hide what must be a pinched expression with a glare. “it’s not like that. it’s not.”

“you won’t be able to fight against it if it’s your fate.” anis throws an arm over your shoulder. “you should be thankful i followed your plan and made him notice you. now you’re inseparable! ah, love.” )

a/n i have never written this much before so art i hope u like it (and u owe me a xiao fic for this) <33333 but also this was actually rlly fun to write (if not for the fact that i hated writing it halfway the same reason i avoid writing long fics) rbs and comments fuel me!! ty for reading!!

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Lesson Not Learnt

Loki Laufeyson x f!reader

Warnings: Loki he's a warning. SMUT SMUT SMUT LIKE FILTHY SMUT. Swearing, a lot of sex, like a lot lot, um...oral (m and f receiving), praise a LOT of degradation (dont look at me like that) umm. Literally just. Smut okay disgusting filthy stuff

A/N: So this took well over a month to finish (wayyy more) and I don't know if I like it because its umm definitely a lot? TO BE FAIR I took like weeks worth of sexual frustration and dumped it all out here so :/ It in fact did go off script and I just..went a little crazy ngl. it's definitely a lot. But :D umm oh!! I'm gonna tag whoever seemed interested in the snippet I posted like a million years ago but PLEASE DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO READ <3

-Clem

Synopsis: Despite how many times Loki told you to behave yourself before this party, you couldn't help causing a little bit of trouble. (or, alternatively, friendly flirting with Matt causes Loki to flip out and fuck you to heaven and back)

Word count: 3.9k (omfg...)

MINORS DNI BEYOND THIS POINT

Tied to the bed, legs spread wide open.

Hours of merciless torture.

Or hours of endless pleasure and pain. 

Your mind spiralled with image after image, each worse than the last. You could barely focus on the task at hand, the actual setting up to the big finale. 

You knew it was wrong.

You knew how risky it was to tick him off. You knew it would only be your downfall. But Loki always made that punishment too sweet for you to stay away from. 

You stood at the bar, fingers tapping on your thigh. It was one of those big Avengers nights, tonight you were all treated to Tony’s nice collection of drinks, and a loud party. 

You had every intention of behaving for the night. You could still hear Loki’s whisper as his hands moved up your thighs and under your skirt, be good tonight, and maybe you’ll get a reward hm?

Your legs squeezed together at the memory. But you knew he knew that as soon as you walked downstairs you’d do everything not to behave like he asked. 

So there you were, shamelessly flirting with one of Natasha’s old friends- Matt.  He was attractive, no one could deny that, and he went along with you perfectly, every move well placed. They did always say he was too aware of his surroundings. 

He took a sip of his drink, smirking slightly. “I think everyone in this party can feel the jealousy oozing off of him,”  You shrugged. “Good. Means we’re doing it right, aren’t we?” “Hm. You know I came here with every intention not to die tonight,” You chuckled. “You won’t, he wouldn’t do that,” He raised an eyebrow. “Really?” You paused. “....Well.” “Mhm, I pro-” “Murdock.” Loki’s cold voice sliced right through the conversation. He looked collected, but you swore you saw a storm growing in those gorgeous eyes. You felt him move behind you, his body caging around your smaller frame, arm rested and leaning against the bar. 

You kept your eyes trained on your hands in your lap. 

“I believe this is my girlfriend you’re talking to, no?” “Laufeyson,” Matt took another drink. “What can I say, the conversation was interesting,” “And here I thought you were a respectable man,” Loki tsked. “But I must say, it did look very interesting.” He leaned down, lips grazing your ear. “Were you keeping Mr. Murdock quite entertained, pet?”  Your breath caught in your throat. “I-..um.” Matt hummed quietly, a laugh clearly starting to build up inside of him. “I think I’ll..be going now. Enjoy the rest of your night folks,” There was definitely something in his tone there. You threw a sharp glare at him as he walked away. 

It’s silent between you and Loki for a second, before he grabs you by the arm tightly, pulling you out of your seat. “Let’s go.” He said firmly. 

You frowned as he started walking, and with how tall and quick he was, you felt like you were going to trip and face-plant. “Slow down. Go where?” “We’re going before you get yourself into any more trouble,” He gritted out as you walked down the hallway.  You were heading to his room!! “Trouble?” You scoffed. “I wasn’t even in trouble,” 

Instantly, he pushed you against the wall, his hands planted on either side of your head, his body so close, his face was merely inches from yours, and the fury in his eyes sent shivers down your spine. “Oh? Is that so, pet?” He spat. “You think you aren’t in trouble? Not even after flirting so shamelessly with Murdock? Like a whore?” 

You inhaled sharply, feeling your thin panties start to soak from his words. “It…it was friendly flirting. I was just making conversation,”  “Don’t lie to me, darling. I know what friendly flirting looks like, and it was not that. You were getting nice and close, hm? Did you want him to know how much of a slut you are? Or were you just wanting to rile me up, hoping I’d swoop in to take you away and fuck you until you can’t even think anymore?”

You felt a blush creep up your body, his words shouldn’t be affecting you this much, but the way his voice dripped with anger and hints of lust, the way his grip tightened on your arm you were sure it might bruise. You felt pathetic, being so turned on by his words, it was marvellous how he’s studied you and memorised you so well he knows just what to say to get you in the right trap.  “No I-” Before you could finish your sentence, he finally takes you to his room, practically throwing you at the bed and slamming the door shut. He points to a chair in the room. “Sit.”  You sat up, the covers on the bed wrinkling under your touch. “What?” “Sit. Now. Are you too dumb to understand such simple commands? Will I need to repeat them as if I were talking to a dog?” 

You quickly scrambled up, rushing and taking a seat in the chair without further arguments. This was a new side you’d never seen of him. You could feel your heartbeat pick up as Loki watched you with darkened eyes. Your nerves felt like they were vibrating inside of you, you couldn’t sit still even if you tried, the excitement was too much. 

He sighed then, and started carefully unbuttoning his shirt. You sat up straighter, leaning in. He stops midway, before discarding his suit jacket and taking a seat on the bed, scooting to the back and dramatically laying on his back. You frowned, not sure where this was going until he slipped a hand into his pants. You let out a quiet gasp, leaning in forward to get a better look. You could see the outlines of him slowly stroking himself, and you could feel arousal pooling between your thighs. You watched in full attention, your body getting up on its own, eager to go over and please him yourself. “Stay in the chair.” Loki spoke, his voice laced in pleasure. He shot you a glare, before adding, “And no touching yourself,” 

You felt something tighten in your lower stomach as you sat back down. “What? That’s not fair!” “Oh I think it’s very fair, darling. Especially after what you pulled downstairs,”  “That’s different!” You grumbled, yet still moved back to the chair.  “Mm…I don’t think it is,” He mumbled before getting lost in the moment, his hand moving faster under his pants as he leaned his head back and groaned. You felt like bursting into flames. He sounded so pretty and it was unfair that you weren’t pulling those noises from him yourself.  “Loki,” You started, digging your nails into your thigh. “Please take off your pants Loki- I wanna see,”  He groaned louder, his free hand gripping the sheets tightly. “I don’t know if you’ve been good enough for that,” You made a noise of protest. “Loki! Please, I asked nicely, didn't I?! I’m doing everything you’re asking!” He sighed, pulling his hand reluctantly out of his pants and quickly discarding his clothes before laying back down elegantly, naked and glorious. His hard cock stood to wide attention, the tip red and angry and so desperate for attention- attention you craved to give it. “Better, pet?” You nodded, eyes fixed on him. “Yeah…” You breathed out. You could see his lips curve into a smirk before his hand wrapped around his cock again, slowly gliding along it and pumping. He let out a shuddery breath, his eyes fluttering shut. You watched intently, your eyes never leaving his body for a second as you took in every detail, from the soft lines of his body to the small buck of his hips as he neared his climax. 

You squirmed in your seat, trying to keep your pathetic whimpers at bay. He just looked so goddamn gorgeous, the way he looked blissful and caught in the moment. You couldn’t stop the question tumbling from your mouth, “Are you thinking of me when you’re touching yourself like that?” 

He let out a near feral sound. “Fuck- yes. Always, you’re all I see. Every time, I just wish it was you on your knees, taking all of me in your mouth like a good slut. My good little slut.” 

Fuuuck.

You shifted in your place, squeezing your thighs tightly together. You were absolutely positive the panties you wore right now were going to be thrown in the garbage by the end of the night.  You whined. “Then let me help you! I’ll be a good slut, right? Please. I’ll be really good!”  He chuckled, pausing to move to the edge of the bed and sit. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes shadowed with lust. “Mm, I bet you would, wouldn’t you?” “Yes!” You got up quickly, eager to get closer to him. “I would be really-” He didn’t let you finish your sentence, because midway through he snapped his fingers and cast an illusion- an illusion of you. It sat on its knees right between his thighs, and wasted no time to lean in and take Loki in its mouth with an obscene amount of noise. Loki groaned loudly, throwing his head back in pleasure. 

You felt your mind just…shut down. You stood there in shock as you watched the scene unfold right before you. You stared, you couldn’t help it. It intrigued you, in a sense. Did he do this often? Whatever it was, the illusion was definitely professional with the way Loki was moaning. “Oh fuck-” You inched back slowly, sitting back down before your knees gave out. Everything ached. You ached to touch him, to feel him, to please him- you ached for his entire being to be pressed so close to you that you shared the same breath. 

He pulled the illusion’s hair, wasting no time to start fucking her throat harshly. It was cruel, what he was doing. He knew just how desperate you get to please him and he enjoyed watching you squirm too much. He lasts a few minutes before his hips halt as he hits his climax, floating in bliss. He looked angelic, to say the least, his face flushed as he let out a sigh of content. The illusion melted away instantly, and Loki shifted back properly onto the bed, a look of fake pity on his face. “Tsk, poor pet. Are you feeling lonely?” You nodded, trying to find a comfortable position to sit in. He tsked again. “Come here then,” You immediately shot to your feet, rushing over to his side without hesitation. “Sit, darling.” Not a request, not a question, simply a demand. An order, one you were more than happy to obey. You quickly took off your dress, slipped out of your soaked panties and bra. You got onto the bed, carefully hovering over him.  “Go ahead, darling,” He grabbed your waist tightly, letting you lower yourself onto him at your own pace. He knows you have limits, but the way you were dripping wet, it didn’t take long before he was flush inside of you. He ran a hand up along your thigh, humming as he watched you with a lustful gaze. “Such a good girl, hm? Think you deserve some fun now?”

You nodded, feeling the burn of the stretch fade into pleasure. He squeezed your hips gently, slowly helping you find a good starting pace. You should’ve been a little suspicious for letting you out of trouble so easily, but you couldn’t find the energy to care right now, you just needed more. You tried picking up your own pace, to ride him faster but naturally, Loki wasn’t done with you. He held you tightly in place, a pathetic look of sympathy on his face. “Oh no, I don’t think so,” “What?!” You punched his chest lightly. “Loki please-”  “No, darling. You don’t get to go around flirting with other people and expect me to be nice to you after. You should’ve known better,” “Lokiii,” You whined. “It was a joke! You know I didn’t mean it!” “But do I?” He thrust his hips up lazily. “A joke, hm? You wanted me to get upset?” You shook your head, trying to move your hips but his grip on you wasn’t letting up. “No, I don't believe that. I think you wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted me to get all angry so I could fuck you senseless? To play with you like the dumb toy you are?” He groaned, feeling you clench around him at his words. He couldn’t keep this self control act up. “Fuck- why don’t you show me how sorry you are, hm? You wanted to be a useless whore, show me how good you are then.” He loosened his grip on your hips, giving you the freedom to ride him. You quickly take control of the freedom, eager to feel the slow climb of pleasure, but all there was were few sparks that light and blow out almost immediately. You could feel frustration start to bubble up inside of you as Loki lazily thrust up into you every now and then. He was making no effort to help, and you felt ready to crawl out of your own skin.  “Loki,” You groaned. “It’s not working,” “So?” He looked infuriating, smirking up at you with blown out eyes and a light flush on his cheeks. What. An. Ass. “I need help! Please-” “Oh no,” he chuckled. “You can keep going,” You whined. “Loki! It’ll take ages, I’ll give up right now,” The sound he made was damn near a growl as his hands tightened on your hips. “You are in no position to make threats, pet. You misbehaved, now you deal with the consequences. Argue again and it’ll be much worse,”  You grumbled, but the threat sent a shiver through you. “Sir please,”  His grip suddenly turned bruising, his eyes wide in an almost feral need. “Oh? You’re using sir now, are you?” You nodded quickly, trying to build up to your high again. “Y-yeah...thought you liked it?” “You’re right,” He started as one of his hands drifted lower, flicking a teasing finger over your clit. You were so desperate the slight action alone ripped a moan out of you. “I do. But I also know you’re only saying it to look like a good girl,”  You choked out a cry, needing another touch so badly you’d start crying for it. Not that he’d have anything against the idea of you in tears for him… “I’m not! Loki p-please please I need you so bad please sir-” You blabbered.

He can’t resist you, he’s never been able to, so you supposed it was why he gave in so quickly. He snapped his hips up to meet yours, sending a shockwave of pleasure rippling through you. 

You moaned, digging your nails into his chest. “Th-thank you sir,” You managed to choke out. He makes a sound of disapproval as he holds you down in place, fucking into you at an unforgiving pace. You moaned loudly, feeling the knot of pleasure intensify in your stomach as he hit deeper and deeper. He took one hand off your waist, reaching in between your bodies and pressing down harshly on your clit. It didn’t take long for the pleasure to wash over you in mind blowing waves. “Loki! F-fuck Loki-” You moaned louder, breathing heavily as he pushed you through your high and pushed through his. You were sure that the people through the halls could hear from how loud Loki was, but he sounded so pretty, muttering sweet nothings to you, you couldn’t be bothered to care. He flipped you over, pinning your hands above your head with one hand as the other gripped your waist, his hips relentless as they smacked into you over and over again. 

You withered under him, tears welling up in your eyes from the intensity. You leaned up a little, pressing your lips tightly to his to drown out your cries. He eagerly kisses you back, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. He pulled away after a bit to catch his breath, his lips with a light bruise on them. “You’re doing so well, princess. Such a good little whore,” He said before kissing you again, letting go of your wrists to wrap his hand around your throat. 

This was definitely your fucktoy moment.

He was just using as he pleased, taking and taking until he was satisfied. He picked you up and flipped you around, forcing you on your hands and knees. He’s still got one hand around your neck as the other one palms your ass as he continued to fuck you roughly. You had lost track of everything. Everything but the feel of his skin touching yours, his heavy ragged breathing, and how wonderful it felt to have him buried so deeply inside of you. All you could think of was how the pleasure was blending with a pain that was absolutely delicious. 

You could tell he was close from the way his thrusts started getting a little sloppy, and his breathing ragged as his hands roamed across your body, trailing messy kisses down your back. You moaned loudly, pressing yourself back against him as you felt the pit of your stomach tighten, the waves of pleasure crashing through you. Your arms wobble, threatening to give out from your exhaustion. He groaned as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, keeping you in place as he reached his own release, his hips stilling as he came with a shuddered gasp. He breathed heavily, pulling you from your hips to sit up and press your back against him. Your bodies were slick in sweat, chests heaving. You could feel your mind slowly grow hazy from the pleasure- it always happened with Loki. He knew how to work your body better than you could’ve ever thought possible, and only after a few rounds you felt your mind slip into the cloudy haze of pleasure and float in clouds of joy as he kept having his way. 

You had thought today might be different, perhaps he’d deny you that calming bliss- but it seemed just the excitement from his show earlier and this was enough to send you flying. 

He pressed wet kisses on your shoulder, his lips trailing up your neck as he sucked and bit lightly, leaving small love marks littered across your shoulders. 

“Loki-...” Your breath hitched when his lips kissed over your pulse. His tongue dragged over the skin loosely before he started sucking on the spot. You knew there’d be a dark bruise there in the morning. “Loki…” You started again but your words dissolved into a mumble of confusion and frankly, a bit of hurt when he lifted you off of him. You felt empty without him in you, and it was a feeling you did not enjoy. He laid you gently on the bed, leaving your legs spread open for him as he hovered over you. “Shhh,” He pressed a kiss to your jaw, another under your ear, one on your cheek, another messy and quick at the corner of your mouth. His messy hair tickled your face, but all of that was lost when you felt his finger slowly rubbing your clit. You gasped, your head falling back on his shoulder.  “Loki-” “Shhh, pet. I know you can give me another. You can, can’t you? Such a good girl, you’ll let me pull one more out of you, yes?” His skilled finger pressed on your bundle of nerves, sending an electric shock of pleasure coursing through your body. You moaned, torn between moving away from him or begging him for more.  You felt like you were going to explode- he was both too close and too far. You wanted more, but your body wanted to shy away from his touch, the sensitivity making your whole body tremble.  He lowered his face, kissing down your body as his fingers continued their work. His lips left soft kisses on your quivering thighs before starting to suck on your clit. A cry fell from your lips and your hands flew to fist his hair, tugging at it as the feel of his fingers and tongue became overwhelming. You couldn’t think of anything but the growing feeling of pleasure pooling at the pit of your stomach, and the god before you as he wasted no efforts to continue devouring you, the sinful squelching sounds making your brain go haywire. Your eyes pricked with tears, your pussy feeling too sensitive from his relentless attacks.  It’s pathetic how quickly you came again, and as he slowly worked you through your high, you knew for a fact you would not be able to do anything tomorrow but stay in bed and sleep.  You felt completely and utterly wasted and used and you felt a bit of relief trickle in when Loki finally pulled away from your aching cunt, a satisfied smile on his lips. 

He leaned in and kissed you, and you could taste yourself on his lips. You were both breathless when he pulled away, and if you had the energy you’d reach up and run a hand through his hair, working on detangling every strand. You hummed happily, feeling your mind drifting dangerously close to the edges of sleep. “Mm,” Loki kissed you again. “My precious girl. You did so good darling, let’s get you cleaned up, shall we? C’mon, up you go,”  You chuckled lightly, feeling your eyelids get heavy. “Loki-..I literally can’t even move my finger,”  He laughed, and you can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips. “Did I tire you out too much?” “Yes,” You mumbled. “I’m not getting up,” “Very well,” You felt the bed shift, and suddenly it felt cold without him near. “Loki come back,” You got no answer. You yawned, your eyes drifting open and close with every passing second.  When he did finally come back, you were but a step away from blissful rest. You heard him chuckle, and you frowned deeply but refused to open your eyes. 

“That tired, hm? Well, at least you learnt your lesson,” He got back in bed, carefully cleaning you up the best he could. With a snap of his fingers, the dirty bedsheets were replaced with fresh, warm new ones, and you almost wept in joy as your body melted completely into the mattress. You rolled yourself up in the blanket, burying your face in the pillow. “Lesson not learnt,” You yawned loudly. “Good night,” 

He laughed again, and what a blessed thing that it was the last sound you heard as you fell asleep, feeling his arms wrap around you and pull you into him. 

Despite how upset he might have been at your little joke, or how exhausted you felt, you both knew it wouldn’t be the last time you played dirty for his attention.

[beautifulblooms]

How do you think Prince sidon would deal with having a crush on a Hylian and he gave them a romantic gesture of protection. Crush does not realise this. Nobody told them. They thought it was because theyre friends and didnt know this was a part of Zora culture. They end up splitting apart because crush has to go elsewhere, but when they meet up again, crush still has it With them. Crush finds out this time that its a romantic gesture and they apologise to him for not realising, but they offer to continue having it even after they realise because they like him back if hes still interested?

Sidon Having a Crush on a Hylian Reader

Gn! Reader, omfg yes this is an amazing idea, I don’t think I’ve ever had more fun writing out a request, general fluff, I used the idea of the Zora Princess’s armor that Link got but for Sidon instead because well, there’s no more princess

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Oh

My

Hylia

First and foremost I mentioned this above but I feel like Sidon would make armor to show his like proposal to (y/n)

Would definitely resemble what he wears, similar style to his waist guard and collar

Luminous stones are imbedded into the metal and while Mipha’s was blue for Link, Sidon might want to make it more personal and choose a fabric color closer to his skin/scales

He makes sure to give it to (y/n) as soon as it’s done

“(Y/n)! I have something for you!”

“Oh Sidon, hi! What’s that?”

“It’s something I made for you, it should fit perfectly”

Not knowing that it was a literal proposal and declaration of his love, (y/n) just put it on and thanked the prince for the gift

Sidon was upset over the fact that there was nothing more than a thank you

He never showed his disappointment outwardly, but it did hurt to be half turned down by the person he hoped to be with for as long as they could be

The next day he was looking around for (y/n) but couldn’t find them

He began asking around to see who might’ve seen you, and heard the worst thing he possibly could’ve

“Yeah I’m pretty sure they were sent off on a mission with a few soldiers”

“I thought I saw them and three of the soldiers walking out of the domain”

“Mhm, (y/n) was heading out to get something, don’t know how long they’ll be gone for”

Hearing three different people confirm (y/n) was nowhere near the domain made Sidon panic

Had he driven them away at his proposal?

Did he cause this?

We’re there really soldiers with them or did they just tell everyone that there would be soldiers accompanying them?

How far were they going?

So many questions raced through his mind

But the one thing he could answer himself was that he caused this, him making the armor was a bad idea, and in the end it drove the love of his life away

That of course isn’t true but he didn’t know any better, they didn’t know any better

On the mission (y/n) began asking questions about the armor, why Sidon made it, what it stood for, things along those lines to the Zoran soldiers accompanying them

“Oh, the armor is made by Zoran heirs to the person they want to marry and mate with.”

“Wait, so it’s a proposal?”

“Of sorts, it’s for Zoran royalty only, a sacred art only they take the time to learn.”

“Oh Hylia I’ve fucked up, we need to finish this quickly, c’mon!”

And so from then on they refused to take more than a week to finish the mission, it was supposed to take a fortnight at minimum

The group made it to their destination the next day, receiving the needed materials and items from the area, and began their trip back home

As soon as the domain came into view, (y/n) started sprinting as fast as they could into the city

They had to find Sidon and apologize

Once crossing the final bridge into their found home, (y/n) asked around to see who knew where Sidon was

“Have you seen Prince Sidon anywhere I need to find him”

“I thought I saw him going to the reservoir, he might still be there”

“Thank you!”

The Hylian once again took off sprinting, this time towards the reservoir

“Sidon! Sidon where are you?!”

(Y/n) screamed as loud as they could into the lake, hoping to find him somewhere swimming in the vast waters

“(Y/n)? What are you doing here, I though you were on a mission?”

“Sidon! I-I was, we just got back, I’m so so sorry for what happened when you gave me this. I had no idea it meant so much to you I didn’t know what it stood for and why you gave it to me, but I do now. And- and I, I love you too, I want to be with you”

He simply stood there, shocked by everything he just had to take in

Processing it all as fast as he could he soon began smiling

“You didn’t know why I gave you the armor, that makes so much sense, why would you know you’re Hylian- who told you?”

“On the mission I asked one of the soldiers why you gave it to me, what it meant and why it was important. And then all of a sudden I felt awful, I just said thank you and left the next morning, I’m sorry Sidon, I can’t make up for what I did but I at least hope you can forgive me.”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, and I still do, if you’ll accept my proposal…”

“Of course”

[sol-consort]

Can you imagine tho the aliens reactions when humans all start collectively singing the same song. Like it’s busy in the bar or something, everyone’s doing their own thing, and suddenly Bohemian Rhapsody comes on and every single human in the bar stops what they’re doing to sing along like we’re compelled by some unseen force to do it, maybe some try to pull in their non human friends and get them to join in

You know for a fact Joker and Shepard definitely sang to some stupid y2k songs while sitting on the helm together and roped EDI into joining them.

Especially the meme songs, what's better than a whole ship captain and their pilot singing along to "I LOVE IT!" By Icona pop and Joker really bringing out the vocal cords in the "I CRASHED MY CAR INTO THE BRIDGE. I WATCHED AND LET IT BURN" while in the lower engineering decks, they're not sure why Liara keeps pinging them all panicking and saying "check on joker pls" and "is element zero inflammable?" and "coordinates for the nearest bridge?"

Humans L O V E joint community behaviour. We would do so many things for the bit, walk slower if we hear a song we like in a nearby shop, sing along if it's in a bar or a concert, drum our fingers to the beat if we're in a car with a strangers, have a rhythm to our footsteps when listening to music through headphones.

There are so many different songs, so many different instruments! A vast ocean of potential with more than a 100k songs being uploaded per day based on Spotify.

Hell have you seen these videos of military marches where the soldiers have to sing along to something like "I'm a barbie girl" or "call me maybe" and not laugh as a way to build discipline?

I bet you alliance marines still use the same technique with humans, so all the alliance ships and personals have so many songs memorised back from their training days.

Captian Anderson taking the crew to after a successful mission to unwind and the bar just happened to play a tone familiar to the human ear? Of course the literal whole drunk crew of the Normandy will sing like their it's their last day alive. Some yelling, some quietly, some so offbeat but confident and others nailing the beat perfectly but don't wanna look like show offs.

Humans are so adorable omfg, they love doing things in groups and they'd join stranger humans in singing along to a song they like. Humans love playing even as adults and singing is just a form of play. So is poker, billiard and so many things.

Garrus would definitely be roped into it, give him a hard hitting song about being a winner and he's so on board with the rowdy humans tugging him along to join and commenting on how they've never heard a turian sing before.

Tali would be so shy about it but maybe if it's a nerdy song about something she loves? Some human must have wanted to fuck spaceships and wrote something about it.

Oh and parades and ceremonies too! World cup opening and closing songs! The fan cheers in matches and concerts! Humans invented being cheerleaders and each human has one inside them ready to come out the second their alien friend is hesitant about something and needs a bit of enabling from good old chaotic humans.

Dude, just imagine karaoke night with all human songs. In ME1 boring rover planet exploration, Shepard and Ashley definitely sing along to a playlist they had Kaidan install into the car and he snuck some of his favourite songs in their to join them with.

With time and cycling team members, at first, the aliens are weirded out, wtf is this some kind of cult.

But then they're like.

And it just becomes a tradition to sing along while on long car rides on planets. Sometimes, you catch Wrex humming the lyrics while on long elevator rides. Other times, Liara will have the song playing in the background while she works.

It's just so fun to introduce the aliens to how colorful life can be when you sing along, dance without knowing all the steps and being a silly little race.

On a less pop and enthusiast drunks note.

There are also the emotional songs, ones from sad movies or plays. The known songs people play in wedding slow dances or after a break up. A bunch of humans would sing it slowly, lovingly, emotions showing through the sheer importance this song ment for them.

[ivanzplaid]

hi hello! i really enjoy the way you write vance and the 'happy metalhead boyfriends' type requests:) could i request something along this lines, but like with a dramatic love confession & first kiss kinda trope? m!reader pls

screaming crying sobbing i LOVE writing for the happy metalhead boyfriends, it makes me so happy smh its exactly what i need, so of course ill do this🫶🫶 i can just imagine that vance is so worked up about his feelings, youve been on his mind, maybe its months after he was taken by the grabber, and all he could think about was how caring youve been and how genuine you are after he escaped :)

if you requests metalhead bfs for vance i will literally 100% do it its just so adorable omfg

requests r open, masterlist is up!!

Vance Hopper x Male Reader!

Warnings: Mentions of Abduction, Frustration, Happy Boyfriends

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The days dwindled on for everybody but him, it was like the universe was extending his torture, the only thing that proved he wasn't in hell, was you. Your fragrance, your love, your genuine care for what Vance was thinking each day distinguished you from others. People often swarmed him for his trauma inducing past. The invasive comments, the inconsiderate questions, it made him violently sick in his stomach, it consumed what was his previously content life.

They always spoke of the man. If he was in school, it was questions of 'How did he not murder you?'. If he happened to be in public, it would be along the lines of 'How did he keep you?'. These questions were like mosquitoes, slowly draining, plucking the life force from him, leaving open scars to heal once again.

He wished everybody but you would just fuck off.

/

"Vance? Dude, you good? It's just a little present I thought to get you while I was out."

Your easy voice brought him back to the present. You two were located in a park that you found, surrounding trees giving you ample shade with the evergreen leaves, the daylight shining easy on his cheek, highlighting the jean jacket you'd recently bought him as a birthday gift.

His eyes met yours, and he gazed down at the cassette tape you brought, introducing it as his.

"It has Iron Maiden and Bon Jovi, a little of you and a little of me, so when you're out you have somethin of me with you!"

Your voice was excited, the present being a discreet way to see how he'd react to you being affectionate. Unbeknownst to you, you consumed his every waking thoughts, as well as filling his dreams when he was asleep.

"Thanks man, this shit rocks,"

His voice was cut short. He wanted to admit so much more than you knew. He wanted to fill his life with even more of you. He adored your everything, the way you respected him, just subconsciously knowing what he needed. Your angel eyes that he loved more than anything to just look into, seeing the way you truly were immersed in him. His words were so limited in the moment, but he prayed that you knew he wanted to say more.

He took the cassette gently, having his calloused finger tips rub against your rough hands, given an edge from the cigarette burns & fights that were, in your reasoning, justified for Vance. He thought they fit perfectly together, two jagged rocks that interlink for one another.

"Jesus, we still have most of the day to waste. Wanna head to my place? Hang there?"

Most of what he said was true, he did want you to come over, have his room smell like you, but a day spent with you is a day never wasted.

"Course, lead the way!"

You were practically radiating, doing a terrible cover up job to mask your eagerness. This wasn't the first time he'd invited you, but a day you two spent the day at Vance's house was a day closer to you becoming a title further than 'friends'.

Vance's arm wrapped around your shoulder, guiding you up. The feeling of you in his arm made his breathing uneven, it was such a completing feeling that he didn't know how to act normally, keeping an oddly cold face on while he did. The more he took you two into town, the more you could feel the stares, burning through you like lighters. The same foreboding feeling overcame you two, predicting what was next.

"Excuse me? Vance Hopp- Young man! Could we have a moment of your time for an interview?"

A day could be spoiled so quickly by unplanned guests. Vance didn't bother sparring a glance, not wanting the attention he despised, if they wanted to talk, they could kiss his ass for all he cares. You could hear the shoes scurrying on the sidewalk, y a dash for somebody that thought they were the bane of his existence.

"Sir, please, a moment of your time!"

A hand was laid on your shoulder, a firm grasp on your shredded t-shirt, causing you to flinch and squirm under there touch. While you froze from shock, Vance reacted the only way he knew how to when he was under pressure; violence.

A gruff hand latched onto the reporters arm, tearing it away from you. You could sense his anger leaking from him, it was odd to see him so aggravated over this, normally you would shush the crowd away. Vance's thoughts were blanking, he was in disbelief they'd put a hand on what he considered an intimate buddy. His body was hot, anger replacing the feelings of comfort he once felt.

"Fuck. Off. Get a fucking life, dickbag."

A poisonous lace tied to his words, filling the air around the two of you, killing the noise with ease. Putting no more time aside for them, he took your wrist and pulled you along, a worrying silence accompanied the walk the rest of the way.

/

The wooden door stood no chance against his boot, wobbling in at the slightest amount of pressure put on. Inside, the house was neat, surprisingly neat for somebody like Vance to keep home in it, but you came to know over the months that he preferred his space clean, unlike his outside persona.

A smell that you could only describe as 'deaths accomplice' took over when you were tugged into Vance's room. It was medium sized, the room itself being cozy, some things thrown here and there, but not terrible, it might've even made you make a mental note to tidy your room, just for the occasion that he comes over.

The boys hand was still securely wrapped on you, not letting go until you sat on the bed, with him standing up, pacing the room inconspicuously. It was odd to see him so distressed. You'd been there to comfort him after overwhelming moments, he was more of a silent cryer than an anxiety induced victim. He was acting abnormally for something thats happened so many times. He was almost jumpy, like something would pop out. The steps he took made his hair bounce lightly, emphasizing how soft they were.

"We need to talk. Now."

Shit. What's wrong with him? Vance never showed this extent to his vulnerability. You could feel your heart beating faster, your eyebrows furrowing as you nodded to him, giving the quiet 'okay' to go on.

He was huffing as he trued to find the words, displaying his distraught. Be was trying to form words for a feeling that was like his own religion. He followed you & listened to you, taking your words with nothing but trust. It was easy to trust someone who made you feel like heaven, even when you were trapped, caged in hell.

How hard could it be to just ask someone to be your boyfriend?

He took strides over to you, and stopped right before your feet, forcing himself to make his eyes to meet yours.

"You mean more to me than you know, and I can't help my feelings, or whatever this is. I want you to be with me, be by my side, like officially. I want you to feel the way the world shifts around me when you're around. I want you to be my boyfriend, fuck!"

The tones of his words rose and fell, he wanted to say what he's felt for so long in his own words, his angrily confused demeanor. To somebody else, it may've sounded like he was frustrated, misinterpreting his intentions entirely, but to you, it was clear as day. Stunned to his words, you once again nodded, compensating for your voice, but your nod didn't let down how thrilled you were, or the way your nerves made your body shake.

Vance's eyes were trained on you, seeing you nodding enthusiastically, seeing the silent 'yes' that he craved.

Without a word, he brought his hands to your face, holding you while his lips came onto yours, a celebration of its own, passion & love entwined.

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ive had a busy day today, so im sorry if this seems off💔 but i just love happy metalhead bfs sm bro

requests r open, masterlist is up!!

[borathae]

“He fantasised of this moment for way too long. It is overwhelming him now that it is finally reality. You are so good, you are so beyond incredible.”

Pairing: Vampire!Taehyung x f.Reader 

Genre: established relationship!AU, Vampire!AU, Smut 

Warnings: sub!Taehyung, dom!Reader, Empress as a title, foot fetish, oily footjobs, oily handjobs, edging, begging, spanking on his cock, ass & feet haha help, use of a spreader bar, bondage, a thigh massage, scent kink, crying kink, dirty talk, slight ball busting with her feet, Taehyung is such a sensual sub omfg, and she is such a cruel dom (in a consensual, sexy way), sweet aftercare

Wordcount: 4.7k

a/n: This was created during the time we talked about the possibility of Sanguis!Tae having a foot fetish. I wrote this within two hours because I was so into the idea. I feel like I have become a different woman since then 🥴 I hope you guys enjoy hehe 💜

You weren’t always in this position tonight. You were actually quite dressed once upon a time, returning from a long night of dance and good food. You felt happy and Taehyung was beyond jolly too. You and he were still happy, but the state of your bodies had changed quite drastically. While you wore nothing but a set of expensive lingerie, Taehyung was completely naked with his once perfectly styled hair completely dishevelled. Your lips were swollen and tender from kissing, your stomach was tingling in arousal and your fingers have explored his entire body twice already. Taehyung was far, far gone. His eyes haven’t opened for twenty minutes by now, his body is on hypersensitivity and his cock is so hard and desperate for your touch. It has just been seconds, but he is aching as you have brought him to the edge three times already and you are not intending to stop any time soon.

This was your playtime and Taehyung was supposed to be nothing but your obedient toy. That is what you told him and that is also how you forced him to offer his body to you in sensual movements and eager reactions.

You grip his cock and let the oil trickle down. It runs along the veins of his shaft, covering your fingers within seconds. It looks golden against his porcelain skin, feels just slightly cold.

Taehyung groans and rolls his hips up just once. 

"How's that?" you ask. 

"Feels good", he sighs then moans loudly, "oh darling yes." 

You have started to spread the oil, using your hand for it. The touch sounds wet in the room, sinful and beyond arousing. 

"Your touch is heaven, sweetest. Oh sweetest", Taehyung encourages you, enjoying the sensation with his eyes closed. 

You are having so much fun. You have never thought of using oil during sex before. Of course there were the many occasions where Taehyung used oil to massage your body, which almost always evolved into him bringing you to orgasm with just his fingers and his voice. But never would you have thought of using oil to jerk off Taehyung’s cock. You regret not having it done sooner. 

Taehyung seems so into it, moaning softly while his hips chase your touch in slow motions. He is also twisting the edge of the pillow rather sensually. Truly, there is just something about the way Taehyung’s hands look in situations like these that turns you on so much. His hands are made to travel along bodies, just as much as they are made to grasp something in pleasure. 

You want to touch him better when you look at his hands, just so you can watch them tighten in bliss. Tonight is no exception. You jerk him off with more vigour, twisting your hand whenever you reach his tip. And Taehyung is tightening his elegant fingers around the pillow whilst revealing his throat to you in a sinful movement. Like this his head is pressed into the pillow, his raven hair is sprawled all over the silk casing. 

"Stop darling, you h-have to stop", he begs breathlessly. 

"Why? It’s fun", you taunt, making his legs shake with just a jerk of your hand.

"Darling", he groans, "I'm going to climax." 

You know his words to be a desperate attempt to get you to stop. He was not supposed to orgasm during a handjob. This wasn’t why you started this entire charade. 

"Say the words", you order, forcing him to press his legs together in desperation. 

"Mercy please", he keens, "I'm begging you Empress, Mercy." 

"Perfect", you say and release his painfully edged cock. 

"Ooooooh", he groans, shaking his head from side to side whilst wheezing for air. 

You help his cock stand up straight, holding it by its base as you watch it throb and twitch in desperation. It looks so pretty, now that it is so swollen and covered in oil. 

"Pretty", you decide and abandon it entirely to rub the inside of his thighs.

Taehyung swallows heavily and grunts. 

"It hurts, doesn’t it?" 

He nods his head, still panting for air. 

"You wanted me to stop." 

He whimpers and tries to peel his eyes open. You can feel him tense under your fingertips. 

"Can you feel that?" 

He nods his head, giving you a sweet sigh. 

"Your thighs are so sexy, I hope you don’t mind me touching them for a little." 

"No, I love it", he sighs and closes his eyes, "you touch me so well", he whispers, parting his legs. 

The oil makes the massage easier. You are able to draw small circles with your fingers and glide them over his porcelain skin with ease. 

He is sighing so much, revealing his pits to you as he stretches his arms above his head to writhe like an elegant cat. The movement is so distinctively Taehyung. 

You learned through many sweet nights that Taehyung has different body languages depending on what role he was playing that night. When he takes the lead, his stance is demanding and confident. His back is straight and his head held high. His movements are sharp and done with careful strength. 

He is completely different when he gives up control. He is sensual when he is submissive. His movements are fluid and with the intent to seduce. He likes to arch his back or present his arms in positions that would allow for easy bondage. 

And while you would describe his dominant body language as hot, the way he moves his body when he is submissive is simply sexy. That’s what he is when he submits. Sensual, temptatious and sexy. 

You run your thumbs over his balls, forcing Taehyung to grip his own wrist and arch his back. 

He moans your name and chases your already fleeting touch with a throb of his cock. 

"More”, he demands.

"You are rude", you say and spank his cock as punishment. 

Taehyung gasps, opening and closing his mouth in disbelief. His cock is burning and pulsating. You grab it at its base and then spank it a second time, making sure he feels it right on his sensitive tip. 

Taehyung grinds his teeth and groans deeply. His legs are pressing together again, tensing desperately. 

"Lovely", you decide and then grasp his cock to jerk it off quickly.

"Oh!" Taehyung gasps, pulling his legs to his stomach and caging in your arm in the process. You know it to be a natural reaction to your torturous edging, but it is still not what you except of him to do. There is one good thing about this current situation. You may not be able to jerk off his cock, but like this Taehyung is revealing his sensitive buttocks to the mercy of your palm and they carry absolutely no mercy in them. 

They strike upon his flesh in punishing spanks, forcing his legs to open and for his cock to weep precum. You force them to bend again, spanking his ass until his porcelain skin has turned just slightly rosy.

He is rolling his ankles, he tenses his toes, he begs for mercy in high pitched whimpers, but he won’t find them with you. He is not done yet, having to accept two more strikes across his sensitive buttocks.

"I don't know what’s with all this disobedience tonight, but it's like you want me to spank your every inch", you hiss, forcing his legs apart and then rest bend by his knees on the mattress. Like this you can finally see his face again. His cheeks are rosy, his eyes are glassy and focused on your face. You can also see his cock, red and swollen and oh so needy for more.

“Is that what you want?” you spit, pumping his length mercilessly, “for me to show you just how cruel I can be?”

"Please", he keens, rubbing his hand over his face in desperation, "I can't hold it any longer." 

"You can’t? Aww that's a pity." 

You let go of his cock a millisecond before it could burst in cum, cackling darkly when this forces a sob to slip past Taehyung’s lips. He even goes so far as to lift his head just to drop it again a second later. 

“Please don’t do this t-to me”, he chokes out.

"Do you want it again?" you taunt, tracing the throbbing veins which climb along his v-lines. 

"Yes", he presses out. 

"Will you finally show me some manners?" you growl, spanking his oiled-up cock harshly. 

"Please!" he yelps, hitting the headboard accidentally. He keeps his hands pressed to it, scratching his nails over the fabric, "please Empress please." 

"There we go, it's not that hard, is it?" 

Taehyung whimpers. 

"I asked you a question", you spit, spanking his poor cock with perfect precision. 

Taehyung coughs out a desperate sob, shaking his head vigorously. 

"I can't hear you", you warn, readying yourself for yet another spank. 

"No, it’s not", he croaks, "it's not hard. It's not, I’m sorry for always forgetting. I'm so sorry." 

"There we go. Perfect manners", you praise, running your hands down his legs, "but you know that I'll have to take care of those disobedient legs of yours, don’t you?" 

Taehyung gulps then nods his head. 

"I'm aware", he says and then spreads them all on his own, "I am ready for the punishment, Empress." 

"Perfect, now stay." 

 You return with everything you need after a few moments. Taehyung hasn’t moved an inch, looking so beyond temptatious with his limbs stretched from his body and his cock still so incredibly hard. 

“I am back.”

You watch him twitch upon hearing of your return. He also scratches down the headboard in sheer anticipation. 

"Ready?" 

"Yes." 

Taehyung has his legs a good three feet apart, making it easy to secure the shackles around his ankles. He accepts his fate with quick pants for air. 

"There we…." you force his legs apart and with it the spreader bar. It locks into place with a loud click, "...go." 

A good two feet have joined the distance. The strong metal bar is preventing his legs from wiggling or closing. Taehyung moans throatily, lifting his head to look at you. He did so just in time to watch you pull the chains from the highest part of the pillars which hold up the canopy of the bed. They make a rattling sound which goes straight to his cock. You secure them safely on the hooks of the spreader bar, making sure with expert touches that the chains were taut. 

"There we go", you decide and touch his shins, "try fleeing my touch now." 

Taehyung wiggles his legs just to test his mobility, having come to realise that he can barely move an inch. 

You smirk and take a step back.

So there he is. Taehyung, your sweet boyfriend. Oh what a pretty boy he is. Legs spread, revealing his parts most private to your mercy. Arms stretched above his head, moving sensually as he feels himself up. Eyes oh so submissive, gazing at you in anticipation. You can do anything you want to him and he can do nothing other than accept it and moan. 

"I am telling you, this is your best look", you tell him and step closer, "I could do anything I want to you…" you drift off, running your fingers over his shackled ankle. 

Taehyung shivers, following your finger with his eyes.  

"You're my slave. You know that, don’t you?" you ask and spank the underside of his foot harshly. 

Taehyung gasps and moans. The spank went straight to his cock. 

"I know Empress", he presses out, watching with delight as you walk to his other foot to repeat what you had done to the previous one. The spank feels harsher on his sole, forcing him to curl his toes and for his fingers to open in a desperate stretch. 

“So not only are you a sucker for them, you are sensitive too”, you taunt and run your fingers over them in a tickle.

Taehyung gasps and laughs nervously, trying and failing to move his foot away.

“It’s true isn’t it? You’re so sensitive there”, you stress and tickle him harder.

Taehyung throws his head back and laughs loudly. He tries to fight the chains again, but fails. The tickles are too much. He realises just how helpless you have made him. He can barely handle them and yet he has to take them. Holy fuck he is truly a slave to your mercy, isn’t he?

He curls his toes and wiggles his ankle.

“Please no more, please”, he hiccups in laughter.

“Oh you sound so mellifluous like this, Taehyung”, you praise, releasing his foot.

Taehyung exhales in relief, squeezing his eyes closed to get rid of the tears his laughter forced to the light. He tenses up upon feeling your fingers on his right foot. You run your nails up and down his entire sole. Taehyung feels the sensation with a roll of his ankle. He doesn’t have to laugh yet, but one more second and he won’t be able to control himself anymore.

"You're so fucking sexy, Taehyung", you rasp, getting in the exact middle of his spread open legs and Taehyung finds himself sighing in relief.

You climb over the spreader bar, ignoring it on your journey to his most sensitive of secrets. Taehyung is aware that he is unable to flee whatever fate you are thinking up right now. Ruthless edging. Merciless fingering. Perhaps sweet, oh sweetest, oral. Maybe a harsh fuck or skilled bouncing on his cock. You could do anything you want to him and he is feeling short of breath in anticipation. 

But you move past his cock, you move past his ass and you move past the possibility of touching him. Instead you place yourself above his face, knees digging into the pillow and clothed pussy inches away from his mouth.

Taehyung inhales hungrily, growing restless. 

"Holy fuck, your scent. Your scent, holy fuck, holy fuck", he chants lifting his head to welcome your pussy. 

You show him roughly that this was not the fate you had thought up for him by forcing his head back into the pillow by his forehead. He groans, eyeing his sweetest feast with desperate eyes. It is so close and yet so far away. Oh Taehyung is so desperate that he feels his lips tremble. 

"There we go, now let’s get that", you murmur to yourself, keeping his head down with one hand while the other reaches for the chains. The movement makes your pussy move closer to his nose, forcing Taehyung to get high on your scent. 

He is so dizzy. He wants to devour you. 

"This is torture", he whimpers, "may I please have you?" 

"Hah no", you say nonchalantly and reach for the other chain, securing it around his wrist with the help of the leather cuff. 

Taehyung sobs in desperation. He can barely handle this. You smell so sweet, holy fuck you smell so incredibly temptatious. Taehyung can feel your warmth on his face, it is that distinct warmth only a human can have and it kills him that he can’t have it on his tongue. 

He is aware that you are torturing him on purpose. You could have tied up his arms in other positions, but you chose to do so with your pussy so close to his face. You are doing this knowingly. You are torturing him because you find enjoyment in it. 

"Empress", Taehyung mewls, "please just one taste", he begs, lifting his head. 

"Hey", you stop him before he can, keeping him down with a sharp grip around his hair. 

You sit down on his chest, wrapping one hand around his throat while you force his head to stillness with the other. 

"Tell your head to behave or I'll find a way to keep it down. Understood?" 

"Yes, Empress. I understand", he rasps, gulping under your fingers. There may not be a pulse in his neck anymore, but Taehyung feels the effect of your choke nonetheless. His head is turning, his scalp is burning too from the tugging you are doing. Holy fuck, his cock is so hard because of it.

"Good. Now, let’s get back to work", you say, releasing his throat and hair to secure the chains. You keep them taut, but you don’t close the security as you did with the ones around his legs. You want him to be able to move his arms, you just want this extra thrill of hearing the chains rattle and move through the rings as he moves them about. There is something very arousing about that sound.

He wiggles and realises that he can still move, moaning in realisation. 

"You know what that means, don’t you?" you ask him with a dark smirk curling at your lips. 

"I'm aware", he nods his head, "you're so torturous." 

You chuckle and agree with a nod of your head. 

"Yeah. I know I am", you say, shimmying down his body. You sit down between his forced open legs and reach for the oil bottle.

You pour more of it on his cock, taking little care how much runs down between his buttocks and soaks the sheets. Taehyung is wheezing for air, eyeing his cock with blown-out pupils.

“Are you excited Tae?”

The smirk you are wearing, lets him know that it was finally time. 

“I’m so excited”, he answers you.

You shimmy down to the foot end of the bed, resting back so your head would be resting next to his feet. Then you prop yourself up on your elbows and part your legs. You pull your panties to the side just so he can see your pussy for a short moment.

"Wow", a groan interrupts him, "look at your pretty cunt", he whines.

"I know and it's so wet, Tae. So fucking wet for you", you sigh, touching it with your oily fingers. 

"Darling, it smells so sweet", he groans, showing you his fangs. 

"Mhhm Tae", you coo and finally place your foot on his thigh. 

Taehyung tenses up and gawks at your foot, your pussy lies forgotten for now. You run it along his thigh, drawing closer and closer to his cock. Taehyung is going insane in anticipation, it’s almost killing him. 

You place your toes on his balls first. Taehyung groans and flexes his abs. 

"Isn’t that nice?" you taunt. 

"So nice", he squeaks out, eyeing you with mania in his eyes. 

"Mhhm hot." 

You finally run your foot up and down the underside of his cock. Taehyung moans loudly, fluttering his eyelids in bliss. He feels so hot under your sole, so hot and so fucking hard. You grind your foot into his frenulum, chasing that hardness and making Taehyung see Heaven in the process. 

"I'm going insane", he groans and bites down on his lower lip. His sharp fangs break his skin, but he doesn’t even notice it, solely focused on the oily footjob he is getting. His brows are furrowed too, forcing his forehead to crease. 

"That's so hot", you decide and trace his cock eagerly. 

You were sceptical at first when Taehyung brought up the wish of an oily footjob. You weren’t disgusted, just very sceptical as you could not imagine your feet to feel good to him. He is proving you wrong one needy moan and one shake of his body at a time. 

You sit up and dig your hands into the mattress to support your weight. Then you lift your second foot to his cock, tracing his balls while the other stimulates his cockhead. 

Taehyung releases his bitten lip in a shaky whimper, keeping it parted afterwards. His eyes drift from his cock to look into your eyes. Desperation, pleasure, disbelief. That is what he carries in them. 

"How does that feel?" you ask him. 

"So good", he croaks, allowing his eyelids to flutter. 

"Didn’t expect me to be that good, did you?" you taunt and take his throbbing length between your feet to jerk it off quickly. 

His eyes roll back, his head drops in the pillows, the chains rattle. 

"O-o-oh, m-m-my, g-god", he presses out, voice cut off from the movements. He is twitching, fighting for fucking air. 

His cock is so hard between your soles, making the most sinful of sounds as you move them over his shaft. The oil feels nice against your skin and you understand now why Taehyung wanted it included in the session. The slip it allows you to have is indescribable. You have Taehyung literally moaning for his life with his true features on full display. This is truly indescribable. 

You take his heated tip between your feet, then rub them back and forth. 

Taehyung reaches for you, stops himself and twists the pillow edge instead. It made the chains follow his movements, now pooling next to his wrists. How sinful it looks. They draw the perfect curve, looking so perfectly symmetrical.

"Good boy, keep your hands just like this", you praise, rewarding him with movements up and down his entire length. 

Taehyung gurgles out blissful moans and a prayer of your name. His hips are twitching, wanting nothing more than to fuck into you but being unable to because of the position you forced him into. 

So he is left taking what you give him, wishing for a higher deity to give him strength. All he wants to do is to orgasm. He fantasised of this moment for way too long. It is overwhelming him now that it is finally reality. And oh how amazing it is, it is an even better reality than he thought it possible. You are so good, you are so beyond incredible. Your soles are so warm and soft against his cock, the pressure you have going on couldn’t be any better. And oh how fast they are, how sweet they sound now that they are slathered in oil and his wet excitement. Taehyung thinks about it for a second. He imagines it really well that he has your pretty feet covered in his precum and that they are currently dancing over his cock with the sole purpose of making him cum. It happens then that Taehyung almost breaks the spreader bar in a desperate attempt to close his legs.

“Behave”, you growl, punishing his weeping cockhead with skilled movements back and forth.

Taehyung tries again. For just a second he needs to press his legs together. Just one second or else he’ll cum all over your feet.

“Taehyung”, you sound disappointed but you don’t slow down your movements.

Taehyung twitches and shudders.

"Close, so close", he forces out.

"Yes? Already?" you ask, slowing down. You caress his balls with both your feet for now. 

Taehyung twists his own hair. 

"Holy fuck why do you want to torture me?" he asks, shedding hot tears, "just let me climax, oh god." 

"Hey", you warn and step down harshly. 

Taehyung freezes up before making a high pitched noise, "will you behave?" 

"Forgive me", he whispers, hissing in surprise when you grind your sole into his balls even harder. Holy fuck it hurts so much and yet he wants it to never stop.

“Better”, you praise and return to gliding your feet along his length. 

Taehyung has to scream. He just can’t help it. It wasn’t an actual scream, just a desperate moan so loud it bounces off the walls. If people didn’t know yet what was going on in his wing, they most definitely know now. 

He fights his restraints and fails. He reaches for your feet but stops. He twists the sheets and rips them apart. He arches his back and moans your name. 

"Don't edge me anymore, please don’t edge me anymore. Please I can’t take any more", he babbles, deep voice oh so perfectly squeaky. 

"You can’t take any more? Well that’s a pity", you coo and remove your feet, placing them on his thighs. 

"No, nononono", Taehyung coughs and sobs, twisting his own hair painfully, "no, please back. Please back. Empress please. Empress, ___, Empress please back."

You smile, "you are so much fun Taehyung", you say and place your feet back on his weeping cock. 

You jerk him off in an instant, making sure to squeeze his tip. Taehyung gasps loudly and releases it with a shaky moan. He does so repeatedly until those sounds turn into desperate begging. 

"Please Empress. I am literally begging you. Please let me climax, please." 

"I don't know…." you fake slowing down.

"Please!" he yelps then sobs heartbreakingly, "I literally can’t a-anymore. P-please I'll d-do anything." 

"Anything?" 

"Yes, oh god, please no more edging please." 

You know that you were successful. You have broken him. Taehyung is nothing but your dumb slut at this moment. You have managed to completely destroy his spirit and it is exhilarating to realise. 

"Okay, I’ll allow you to cum", you say, grinding your feet over his cockhead. 

Taehyung breaks within seconds, squirting his creamy cum all over your feet and his own stomach while his body is shaking out of complete control. He wanted to make sounds once his orgasm hits, but that has turned out to be impossible. So he is left twisting his own hair and gasping for non-existent air while his veins burn in ecstasy. 

He comes down hard, so hard in fact that you fear he might break the bed by accident. 

"Oh dear", you gasp, feeling it shake and hearing it crack. 

Taehyung makes a sound, forces air into his lungs and laughs. He presses his hands into his eyes, showing you his glistening fangs. 

"That was so good", he confesses and laughs loudly and wholeheartedly, “I can’t believe this just happened.” 

Your heart bursts in happiness. You giggle.

"Aww Tae, you’re so cute", you tell him, changing positions so you are able to take off his arm restraints. Then you cup his face, caressing it slowly.

He giggles, seeking refuge in your chest. He is shaking in his afterglow, barely able to breathe.

“You’re so cute right now”, you tell him, feeling the need to giggle with him.

"Thank you, Empress", he whispers. 

"You're very welcome. I hope it was just how you imagined it." 

He shakes his head.

" It was so, so much better. It was indescribable, the way you ran your feet over my length. It was…wow." 

"That makes me really happy", you say and giggle, "it feels a little peculiar to have your cum on my feet." 

Taehyung’s head shoots up.

"May I see?" 

You lift your legs, showing him your soiled feet. Taehyung moans, writhing on the mattress. 

"This is so sexy", he rasps. 

"Yeah? You like the view?"

"I'm obsessed. Oh darling, thank you for agreeing to do this with me. I know it’s not really your cup of tea”, he says, eyes fixed to your feet.

"No, I've changed my mind. This was so hot and I want to do it again someday."

Taehyung looks at you with sparkly eyes.

"Really?" 

"Yes, really", you giggle and rest your cheek on his chest, "gosh Tae, you have to stop giving me so many kinks. It’s literally insane, everything you show me I end up liking. You’re so unfair." 

He smiles, "I'm happy you liked it." 

At that you lift your head and smooch his lips. 

"Oh, ouchies", you gasp and pull back. 

"Sorry, oh dear, sorry. Darling, I didn’t mean to", Taehyung gasps, looking at the scratch mark he left on your lip. It is bleeding just slightly, but heals instantly because of his blood which had still covered his lips. He hides his fangs nonetheless. 

"It's fine, oof I'm so clumsy", you laugh, "imagine cutting yourself on your boyfriend's fangs. That can only happen to me", you say and licks your lips, "great, I have your blood in my system again. Haven’t I?" 

He nods his head shyly, "are you sure that you are alright?" he whispers. 

You give him a grin, caressing his cheek until he relaxes with a sigh and a cute flutter of his lashes.

"Yes darling, I am. Now stop worrying, you just relax and I'll take care of you", you say and then begin massaging your way down his body until eventually you reach the spreader bar. 

Taehyung closes his eyes and melts under your touch. 

"I'm in actual heaven, my sweetest."

[sturmhondsdemjin]

Three

Today’s lecture was on presidential sex scandals through history, and he texts Nora: numbers on one of us getting involved in a sex scandal before the end of second term?

Her response comes within seconds: 94% probability of your dick becoming a recurring personality on face the nation. btw, have you seen this?

There’s a link attached: a blog post full of images, animated GIFs of himself and Henry on This Morning. The fist bump. Shared smiles that pass for genuine. Conspiratorial glances. Underneath are hundreds of comments about how handsome they are, how nice they look together.

omfg, one commenter writes, make out already.

Alex laughs so hard he almost falls in a fountain.

He finds Luna in his office, horn-rimmed reading glasses doing nothing to detract from his usual appearance of a movie star who tripped and fell sideways into politics. Alex has always suspected the soulful brown eyes and perfectly groomed stubble and dramatic cheekbones won back any votes Luna lost by being both Latino and openly gay.

The album playing low in the room is an old favorite Alex remembers from Denver: Muddy Waters. When Luna looks up and sees Alex in his doorway, he drops his pen on a haphazard pile of papers and leans back in his chair.

“Fuck you doing here, kid?” he says, watching him like a cat.

Alex reaches into his pocket and pulls out a packet of Skittles, and Luna’s face immediately softens into a smile. “Atta boy,” he says, scooping the bag up as soon as Alex drops it on his blotter. He kicks the chair in front of the desk out for him.

Alex hooks a leg over one armrest of the chair. “I resent the idea I can’t come visit a dear family friend without ulterior motives.”

“Bullshit.”

He clutches his chest. “You wound me.”

“You exhaust me.”

“I enchant you.”

“I’ll call security.”

“Fair enough.”

Alex is taking notes in a policy lecture when he gets the first text.

This bloke looks like you.

There’s a picture attached, an image of a laptop screen paused on Chief Chirpa from Return of the Jedi: tiny, commanding, adorable, pissed off.

This is Henry, by the way.

He rolls his eyes, but adds the new contact to his phone: HRH Prince Dickhead. Poop emoji.

He’s honestly not planning to respond, but a week later he sees a headline on the cover of People—PRINCE HENRY FLIES SOUTH FOR WINTER—complete with a photo of Henry artistically posed on an Australian beach in a pair of sensible yet miniscule navy swim trunks, and he can’t stop himself.

you have a lot of moles, he texts, along with a snap of the spread. is that a result of the inbreeding?

Henry’s retort comes two days later by way of a screenshot of a Daily Mail tweet that reads, Is Alex Claremont-Diaz going to be a father? The attached message says, But we were ever so careful, dear, which surprises a big enough laugh out of Alex that Zahra ejects him from her weekly debriefing with him and June.

So, it turns out Henry can be funny. Alex adds that to his mental file.

Alex wouldn’t say he likes Henry, but he does enjoy the quick rhythm of arguments they fall into. He knows he talks too much, hopeless at moderating his feelings, which he usually hides under ten layers of charm, but he ultimately doesn’t care what Henry thinks of him, so he doesn’t bother. Instead, he’s as weird and manic as he wants to be, and Henry jabs back in sharp flashes of startling wit.

One does not foster a lifelong love of Star Wars without knowing an “empire” isn’t a good thing.

He would really appreciate it if Henry would stop proving him wrong.

[Image ID: two screenshots side by side from a page in Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston. The first screenshots are of text messages between Henry and Alex. The first one reads

HRH Prince Dickhead poop emoji

Oct 30, 2019, 1:07 PM

i hate that tie

HRH Prince Dickhead poop emoji What tie?

the one in that instagram you just posted

HRH Prince Dickhead poop emoji What's wrong with it? It's only grey.

exactly. try patterns sometime, and stop frowning at your phone like i know you're doing rn

HRH Prince Dickhead poop emoji Patterns are considered a "statement." Royals aren't supposed to make statements with what we wear.

do it for the gram

HRH Prince Dickhead poop emoji You are a thistle in the tender and sensitive arse crack of my life.

The second screenshot reads

Nov 17, 2019, 11:04 AM

HRH Prince Dickhead poop emoji I've just received a 5-kilo parcel of Ellen Claremont campaign buttons with your face on them. Is this your idea of a prank?

just trying to brighten up that wardrobe, sunshine

HRH Prince Dickhead poop emoji I hope this gross miscarriage of campaign funds is worth it to you. My security thought it was a bomb. Shaan almost called in sniffer dogs.

oh, definitely worth it. even more worth it now. tell shaan i say hi and i miss that sweet sweet ass xoxoxo

HRH Prince Dickhead poop emoji I will not.

End ID]

[rarepears]

Gasp! The OnlyFans AU! I just had a thought! So, in a lot of fics, I see that YQY and SJ are basically SY's brothers in another life. So if we apply that here... if SJ was so startled to see someone crash land in his backyard, and somehow, forgot about his camera being on and he tried to check on LQG and flashed a side view of his face, would SY's brother start getting weird messages from randos or a freaked out visit from SY who ultimately doesn't say anything about this (SY is also YQY'S brother, so some bad habits are passed along) so when someone off the street or in a Serious Meeting suddenly blurts out a question that they obviously didn't mean to say to the Shen Family's Second Son about whether he has an OnlyFans streaming, not paying, account.

So now SJ has to try to tell everyone that he doesn't stream videos when his side profile /perfectly/ matches and maybe YQY takes a look to see why people keep insisting his little brother is an OnlyFans streamer. THAT IS HIS BROTHERS FACE WTF! And on some of the pics/vids, when his ankle is displayed, maybe he has a little beauty mark. Just. Like. His. Brother. Cue YQY losing his mind and desperately trying to find out if SJ somehow, with their insanely wealthy family, needs money. Even in another world, YQY assumes the worst. This time, SJ didn't even do anything! Nothing that could be misconstrued. Except for himself in another world, pandering to foot fetishists.

Meanwhile, in another world, SJ cannot get rid of this cultivator who insists on taking responsibility when HE'S the one who barged onto private property and started yelling about impropriety when he woke up before randomly proposing???

P.S. did tumblr eat my ask about Hibari being LXC's twin AU? Or did it not spark joy?

Omfg what a twist o.o

Hm, would Shen Yuan be able to recognize that face as his er-ge if the guy is wearing long hair and has more delicate facial features - lets say it's because of the lack of nutrients and insert some other bullshit xianxia explanations about being a Yin cultivator - coupled with the very different "personality" being shown? Maybe Shen Yuan might take rapid fire screenshots because the "girl" is so pretty" and then he accidentally sends the pics to the wrong number... ahaha I TOTALLY DID NOT MEAN TO SEND IT TO YOU DA-GE, IT'S SUPPOSED TO GO TO MEI MEI DELETE DELETE DELETE.

Too late. The messages already show "read" from da-ge. Damnit.

I guess the most reasonable explanation is that er-ge just has a look-alike. It's common enough -  scientists believe every person has roughly SIX doppelgangers out there. But it's still a fun thing to tease er-ge about.

However, now... if da-ge is feeling a little tired or he finds some free time... well... why not watch his didi's doppelganger having tea and being happy in a picturesque meadow on Onlyfans? Ahem, it's a bit awkward site to go to when his reasons for watching are perfect innocuous, but well, *insert shrug*.

More in the #shen jiu gets a thirsty onlyfans system so he never goes to cang qiong au

[cavernfullofexistentialdread]

OK HERE WE GO LIST ON WHY EX WIVES IS THE BEST THING TO EVER <3

It instantly tells you what to expect. Bunch of amazing women with insane vocal ranges and the energy of a Taylor Swift concert.

Amazing composing

The use of motifs, every single verse with the queens saying lines in order has the green sleeves melody snuck into there

Great symbolism with said motif! We are quite literally forced to hear it even if the situation doesn’t particularly call for it

EBM GREENSLEVES MY BELOVED <333333

The use of the different vocal ranges overlapping in the “Wives” and the first sung note in musical is just ✨chefs kiss🤏✨

“All you ever hear and read about!” RAW LINE. RAW. OMFG YES

All of K Howard’s lines. That’s the entire bullet point.

Great introduction to the queens! The problem with Uranium Suite and Fall Fair Suite is that Uranium depicts how people would see the choir (only on a surface level) while Fall Fair shows us how their actually like but doesn’t provide that much context as to that their a choir. However what Ex Wives does it that it shows them as individuals as well as clearly shows they CAN work as a group but they don’t get much individuality from it

Also speaking of RTC’s St. Cassian Chamber Choir, the Queens are technically a choir! MAKING THISE DAMN MELODIES SO MUCH MORE SATISFYING TO LISTEN TO

Also iconic lines

Quickly foreshadows in subtle ways (AUDIBLE STORY TELLING MY BELOVED)

Once again comparing my 2 fav musicals, RTC has this thing where each character gets a version of Karnak’s theme, SIX does this too in the Queen’s intros

AND ALL THE REMIXES. ALL SOMEHOW MANAGE TO SNEAK IN MORE GREENSLEVES. THE SYMBOLISM. THE MOTIFS. YESSSSSS

Already tells you the amazing humor of wit and sarcasm you can expect to see through out the musical

More audible foreshadowing via the style of each remix

Lina is simple at first with a few strings, but has a lot of little bits added from time to time. It toys with the melody and what it can apply into the already catchy tune. Her intro is probably the one with the most inconsistency as it does not keep the added stuff going. It has a relatively low and steady beat but makes up for simplicity in vocal potency. ALSO JUST SO SAVAGE SHE ATE THAT UP FR FR. Just like No Way

Anne has a slightly higher and more excited melody. The Tempo is the same but serves less of a heavy role unlike Lina’s and is mainly just the supporting cast to the melody. While Anne’s vocals stay relatively high throughout at the end she goes lower and more sinister. Great audible storytelling! There’s little to no playing with what’s been set up and when there is it’s all subtle. As mentioned before the break is only at the end. It’s so cherry and cheeky but if you look at the lyrics it uh- kinda intense. Very DLYH if ask me

JANE SEYMOUR JUST IS PUN FILLED, THE JOKES. It perfectly sets her up to be the one overlooked and the more… patient and forgiving one of the group. She only ever snaps in one of the two fight scenes. Also the fact that she claimed she was the only one he truly love, while sadly likely to be true, also contrasts how loving and caring her sing ends up being with the slight cockiness that the line can be read as along with the infamous “RUDE!”. Her melody is the middle. The added wind pipes(?) later are the high. The tempo is a sort of balance from the higher notes. Her melody is so melancholy and monotone. It’s very Jane and very Heart of Stone fr fr let’s keep this greatness up!

ICH BEN ANNA VON CLEVES. This one does not disappoint either! You can already see the consistent parallels of Anna’s relationship with online dating throughout the song, so it’s good that’s it’s inky reinforced here but not much! Also Haus of Holbein foreshadowing so I guess that softens the whiplash somewhat- Also this intro if the only one where the other Queens serve vocals more than once, I guess you could connect it to how Get Down is the only song that has Anna going out of her way to get the Queens involved (THATS ISN’T BY U BEING PROBLEMATIC ANNE). Also Anna’s snarky comment at the end is ironic as she was probably the only one besides Cathy who didn’t have to deal with Henry in that aspect. Also very very simple only having the accordion, tempo, and clicks to compliment. Get Down!

PRICK UP YOUR EARS IN THE KATHRINE! WHO LOST HER HEAD! For the longest time I thought it was “beheaded; before I promised you I’d see outside of wed” referencing both how short her life and time with Henry was. But no it’s “promiscuity outside of wed“ 💀. Either works however! Kinda ironic that Kat is the one to interrupt Anna’s comment as… ya know… But anyways. The chord progression on this one is especially of note as it’s actual kinda different from AYWD. While AWYD goes High and ten descends, this one go High -> Lower -> Lower Medium -> Low. Interesting indeed! Long of stings and slashes to replace the clicks that Anna had! Also not sure but Tempo seems to be more dominant?

BAM TINY WHIPLASH STRAIT INTO A LAMENT BABY. Then it goes pop again as Cathy gains her balance. Notice how the beats don’t comeback until that point. The first two lines rather have the piano as the click clack. Past that THEN the tempo beats come back once Cathy is talking about and addressing them as a GROUP. She is the one to slide them back into the chorus after all! Foreshadowing as how she convince them to write fanfic- I mean reclaim their stories! Anyways as I saying, she’s probably the one who shakes it up the most. More foreshadowing!!! Also Pt. 1 of Cathy being an independent women’s who may or may not come off as slightly protective and clingy-. Still very IDNYL!

So to recap that giant section; it’s Good use of simplicity, effects, and contrast -> Vocal centric within a happy lucky tune and beat that breaks at the end -> Puns and a somewhat monotone melancholy feel that easily shows character -> More simplicity and focused on the vocals to carry it, also ironic jokes and sarcasm! -> Interesting chord progression and really good wordplay -> Amazing and subtle foreshadowing mix into a lament turned beautiful transition to chorus

Also apparently the Queens go from right to left if you have ear buds in but as a half deaf person I will sadly never get to get the full experience-

Have I talked about the amazing vocals???

MUST WE HAVE A GOOD PLOT WHEN WE HAVE GODLY VOCALS???

THE DAMN RISING NOTES ON THE LINE “WIVES” AHHHHH

IM SORRY ITS JUST TOO SATISFYING

ALSO NOT TO MENTION THE LINE IS ALSO YET ANOTHER GREENSLEVES INFUSED SNEAKY RAT THING

I SWEAR THE OVERLAPPING VOICES EFFECT GOT ME IN A TRANCE

THE RISE AND THEN THE STOP AND THE LOWER RISED IS SO

SEJSJKSKEMSKKEMEMSKEKEK

Also can we talk about how dramatic the beginning is? I love it lmao

Also how over time when they the rhyme their just like “ugh this b*tch again stfu I’m too tired to deal with this”

The fact that Catalina is the first every voice you hear in the entire musical but Cathy isn’t the last line in the sing or the whole show is a nice detail, idk if it was intentional fore shadowing but it’s great!

Also the fact that Hamilton ends on “Who lives who dies who tells your story” and SIX instantly throws you with a “Listen up let me tell you a story!” Is my favorite coincidence

Kat’s lines are potentially longer to match AYWD’s length

ALL THE REFERENCES TO BOTH THE QUEENS AND TUDOR HISTORY I CANT GO INTO BECAUSE THERES TOO MANY

LOOK AT GENIUS

LITERALLY EVERY LINE HAS SOMETHING BEHIND IT

EVERY. LINE. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.

Ill try my best to fit as many as I can off the top my head

I can’t fit everything so this is it- thank you for coming to my Ted talk

[squeakygeeky]

It’s the end of Unforgotten Night and I will never forget this show. Will the finale bring the drama. Will Kamol get over himself or will Kim have to beg forgiveness despite doing nothing wrong (wrt to De, not anything related to self-preservation)? Will the tigers eat anyone? Will Baiboon finally get his man or just fall down a lot to no purpose? Will Cherry and her earrings be okay? Will there be time for more side characters to randomly hook up? Will my supervisor ever notice my email response rate is going down because I watch BL all day during work hours?

Kim goes to talk to Kamol but instead of resolving anything he goes home to pack his bags, but Lop won’t let him leave apparently accomplishing actual bodyguarding. Kim is to upset even for product placement.

Haha, just kidding about the bodyguarding, he lets Kim go into the tiger cage so he can pet his emotional support tiger.

Kim is 100% stupid enough to accept Danil’s help in escaping the house, earning even Whipped Cream’s judgement. Kim, he threatened your perfectly nice parents last episode.

Wait, Kim gets kidnapped (ofc) but it’s WITH Danil, not by Danil? Danai somehow pulled it together enough to kidnap everybody, including Cherry, who has had her earrings removed. Danai deserves everything coming to him for this heinous act alone.

Anyway, despite having three full hostages thanks to his understandable confusion over Kamol’s love life, Danai manages to get tricked by a blank piece of paper and shot in the head by Evan, rather than by anyone who ha been that important to the plot. So I have no idea where the second half of this episode is going. I guess since Kamol came to Kim’s rescue as usual they’re back together, although I’m pretty sure Kamol never even noticed Kim was trying to break up with him.

Kim shows up to resolve the issues between Evan and Danil because apparently Danil was just acting crazy because his older brother was neglecting him (what’s your excuse Kim, your parents obviously adore you?) and Kim and Danil hug it out. Evan is so impressed by this he lets Kamol leave the mafia with zero drama. Itt and De show up and it turns out Kamol was just pissed at De for making Kim sad in the past and was just acting really weird about it or something? Also we’re petting the tiger again and I feel like we should leave the tigers alone to hang out and be tigers and I hope some filming money went to tiger conservation or whatever.

OMFG we got another ridiculous pirouette moment but I’m not a giffer so I can’t really convey it. Kamol and Kim have their sweet moment and I feel like the actors would still rather leave room for Jesus and all 12 apostles but at the same time are trying really hard and have nothing against each other, vs some who don’t try at all, so it’s a weird vibe. There’s still 15 minutes left and they just skipped ahead 2 months so I have no idea what we’re doing here.

Eeeeee, not a lil nose kiss! This is why I can’t quantify their chemistry. It’s not really a total lack of it, it’s just a disaster and also sort of good like the overall show. In the funniest of all possible worlds these actors are secretly dating IRL.

Yes! Kim is introducing Kamol to his parents, the exact thing I was hoping would happen several episodes ago. He naturally also has his (grown man) baby Baiboon along as well, and Kom who I assume is still a bodyguard but possibly just now taken everywhere by Baiboon. At no point is their presence questioned or explained.

Everyone eats spaghetti together. Kamol gets him and Kim matching white suits, and Kim is all ‘why suits? why is our house dark?’ and it is of course what would have been world’s least surprising surprise party to anyone else. It sure looks like a wedding party. The three horny bodyguards appear to be a throuple now.

Okay, so they are actually getting married.

With a forehead kiss. And handcuffs. The End. That’s it. There is no more.

I don’t know what to live for now.

[holocene-sims]

49 for grant <3

ahhh this is a good one 👀 thank you!!

49. things you said when we first met

imessage

[sara with no h] grant hiiiii

[sara with no h] so i know this girl, she’s my neighbor, and she was talking to me earlier about this valentine’s day cat cafe wine night thing where you get in for free if you’re a legit couple

[sara with no h] i may have told her “hey i know a great guy who loves cats and better yet, you can hide your fake relationship better because he’s also finnish!”

[sara with no h] so check your work schedule babes

[grant] omfg is that why i got a random very dry ‘hello’ message from an equally random number earlier

[grant] okay well i also got a cat themed happy valentine’s day gif along with it but anyway

[sara with no h] that would be her. right so her name is päivi and she’s hot. you seem like a big titty goth girlfriend type and that’s her whole aesthetic tbh

[grant] am i going to get murdered

[grant] like i'm not opposed to sneaking some free wine and cat time but ya know

[sara with no h] lol why would i set you up with a murderer

[grant] THIS IS A SET UP ALSO?!

[sara with no h] babes what else was it going to be LMAO

[sara with no h] i feel like you guys would get along!! outside of the free cats and wine thing, i mean

[grant] i will do this but only for the free cats and wine. anddddd because i'd feel awkward if you have to go back to her and say i said no. that’s a whole thing i don’t want to be involved with

- - -

as agreed upon via text, grant shows up promptly at catfeine cat cafe right as the clock hits 8:30 p.m. sara explained that he should watch out for “a very bitchy looking short blonde girl with tats, all black clothing, and THE most gorgeous bright blue eyes in the world outside of cillian murphy” and, well, there’s someone who perfectly fits that description standing by the door with her face buried in her phone. grant can’t see her eyes, of course, but he’ll have to trust that’s a useful, accurate description.

he fiddles with his hair for a moment, smoothing down any stray flyaways incurred during the half-mile walk in the blazing california sun from the nearest parking lot, and approaches the stranger with only a smidgen of social anxiety coursing through his veins.

the stranger spots him as his footsteps near and she scans him up and down, nodding with her lips pursed as if she’s verifying something. a second later and she rambles something off in rapid-fire finnish.

grant catches, like, five words of her speech and what he hears is “tall” and “whore for flannel shirts.”

“is this a bad time to mention that i may or may not lie to my friends about my language capabilities?”

“why lie?” she asks.

“it’s a fun party fact and i know very few people who can check me on it.”

“very american of you.”

“i mean, it’s not a total lie! i used to speak it. emphasis on used to. it's a long story. a very long story. don't ask. but i used to!”

the stranger just laughs and rolls her eyes. “you are a fucking idiot. you’re hot, though.”

sara was right about the eyes. those baby blues are boring a hole in him and embarrassing him like the fool he is...but they are gorgeous.

“um, thank you? i think?” grant’s face blushes cherry red and it’s certainly not from the heat. “anyway, uhhh, let’s start over. hiya, i'm grant. nice to meet you, päivi. may i get the door for us?”

[heythere-mel]

Lovefool

Chapter 2: Say That You Love Me

Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Summary: Your relationship has already been found out by Will and it’s only the beginning of the weekend trip. Can you and Frankie contain yourselves for the next couple hours, let alone days, without slipping up? Or will the others succeed in breaking your resolve?

W/C: 3.5k+

Warnings: language, sexual themes, FLUFF OMFG

A/N: Thank you to everyone who showed the first part so much love. I’m so happy y’all voluntarily wanted to go along with my soft ass antics lol here is part 2 y’all! Just know, I WANT YOU TO YEARN. Any love is appreciated. Enjoy bbys 💜

You can read chapter 1 here

Just tagging a few that showed interest from the first part. @icanbeyourjedi @queridopascal @lovesbiggerthanpride @supernaturalgirl20 @hnt-escape @pascalove @beskarboobs @mesmorales @missswriter @gallowsjoker @gracie7209 @autumnleaves1991-blog​ @dindjarinsotherride (if you’re crossed out I couldn’t tag you 🥺)

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“Okay kid, spill it.”

After seeing the look of terror that graced Frankie’s face on his way out, Will swiftly analyzed his approach to what he had just witnessed, taking a step back into the doorway. Wanting to come closer and talk to you about all this, he also knew he didn’t need an audience if the others decide to head in for some reason. So he stays grounded to his current spot.

“Uhhh, wh-what do you wanna know?” finally looking in his direction. You feel like a child about to be scolded for being caught acting up, when you notice he’s looking at you with that playful glint in his eyes. Adoration. A sense of wanting to protect not only you, but Frankie as well.

“Hey, I’m not gonna yell at you or anything, you know that. I just have some questions…”

You nod, signaling him to continue.

“Let’s start with, how long?”

“Okay. Uhh, It’s been almost six months.”

Will’s eyes widen. “Wow, really?! Nice job at keeping it from us for that long.” He snickers. “So how are things going? Does he treat you right? What are his intentions?”

You cross the room to stand next to him, shaking your head at the rapid fire questions he’s tormenting you with. “He’s a real gentleman DAD, I promise. Things are, amazing. Frankie is amazing.”

You’ve trailed off into space, a shy grin creeping it’s way onto your face as you speak of him. With that, Will can already see his answer before asking the last question.

“Do you love him?”

Although the direct query took you briefly by surprise, there’s no hesitation as the response easily passes your lips.

“Yes.”

There was no doubt.

You were so in love with Francisco Morales.

“Okay then. I’m happy for you guys.” bringing you into a reassuring hug. “Just, be good to each other. I love you both but you know I have no problem calling either of you on your bullshit.”

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“Dude! You totally saw that right?! The way he was staring at her ass?!”

“Nice jumping in front of him like that! He was so obvious! He’s making this too easy!” Benny was hunched over laughing at the sheer awkwardness of it all.

“You think he’d say anything if I mentioned it?” Santi questions, bringing his finger to his chin as if in deep thought. “I mean, another guy talking about his girl like that would surely set him off right?!”

“How about we find out.”

Frankie knew he had fucked up. Making his way down the steps and to the outdoor patio, he continuously berated himself for that kiss. You couldn’t even last an hour before trying to get in her pants. What in the actual hell is wrong with you… his internal monologue is soon interrupted by Pope excitingly directing a question his way.

“…what do you think Cat?”

“Oh, yeah, sure. Wait what are we talking about?”

“Your little roomie up there. Ben and I were just talking about her. You see how tight and perfectly those jeans fit?” Motioning as if he’s grabbing a handful of your plump flesh. “Yeah we’re all friends but c’mon you can’t tell me you didn’t sneak a peek at her walking upstairs earlier? I wonder who’s getting to hit that.”

Me, you son of a bitch.

Frankie removes his well worn cap from his head to run his fingers through his curls, a habit the guys know all too well when he’s feeling uncomfortable. He wants to tell Santi to fuck off if he knows what’s best for him, Benny as well for good measure, but with the little incident that just occurred fresh and on repeat in his mind, he knows he has no other choice but to play along. For both of your sakes. “Sure she has a nice ass, then again she is the most decent looking out of all you feos out here. Anyway, let’s get started. What did you need help with for tonight?”

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After your little heart to heart with Will, you felt lighter. Guessing if anyone had to walk into that, you were glad it was him. As the two of you made your way downstairs it seemed to be a little quiet for your liking so you decide to head out back. Too bad nobody warned you at what you’d be walking out to. You were in front of Will when your stride falters, coming to a sudden halt. He runs into you, not quite looking where he’s going.

“Hey why did you….” following your line of vision leading to the distraction. He quickly finds his culprit.

You couldn’t move. Your gaze transfixed on him. It looks like the boys were having to chop some firewood for said bonfire events later that night and you had Frankie in your sights. The way he had his flannel sleeves rolled up his muscular forearms. The sheen of sweat collecting at his brow, finally giving way and trickling down his face from the constant motion of the swinging axe, only to start its free fall from there toward his neck.

“So strong.” you gaped.

Will leans in to you. “Dude, if you wanna keep those other two off your case, I’d try to be less evident.”

You jump back. Fuck, he was right. “Oh shit I said that out loud didn’t I? Am I staring too hard? Have they noticed?! Wait where’s Benny?”

Will finds your frantic state amusing to say the least.

“It’s not funny Will!” giving his side a quick punch, running back in and deciding to get the guys something to drink. Honestly you’re just wanting to remove yourself from the situation and looking anymore ridiculous.

Will makes his way over to the group, eyebrow raised in a silent question.

The two men look up from their work. Frankie explaining, “It looks like your brother forgot to restock this place with firewood after his last visit with his latest fling. We’ve got him dragging the heavier logs this way to cut.”

“Alone.” Santi interjects.

He turns briefly looking to spot Benny as Frankie and Will share a look. A “I know about you and a certain someone but don’t worry I’m not saying anything” look. Frankie lets out a silent thank you turning their attention to you coming out through the patio door.

“You guys thirsty?” you call out, making it back with a few glasses of water, but not before giving yourself the ultimate pep talk in the kitchen on how you had to handle yourself from here on out.

Benny rounds the corner just in time for a quick break when you start passing water to everyone.

“Here Pope. Fish.” fingers grazing each other’s as you hand him the glass.

“Thanks hermosa.”

You’re doing it again. You know it. He’s just drinking water. Why is that so hot? Glancing briefly at the way his Adam’s apple bobs with each gulp. Benny noticed and can’t help but give you a little shit about it.

“Hey sweetheart, if you’re done ogling our friends can I get a drink?”

Did he really just call you out? Santi is smirking into his glass, Frankie and Will turning away, knowing you’re not gonna take that so easily.

You’re shooting daggers his way. Yet, a sweet smile then pulls at your lips.

“Oh sure thing, sweetheart.” as you grab the final glass of water and throwing it in his face.

The others are dying with laughter as Benny stands soaked. “Hey you didn’t say how you wanted the drink, Benjamin.”

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The sun has finally set as the crack of the fire whips through the mountainous breeze. You sit curled up in your favorite wooden rocking chair, nursing a cup of warm tea and breathing in the brisk night air when you overhear Benny bringing up a subject you don’t mind talking about, but would rather not as of late.

“So when’s the last time you got laid Cat? We haven’t heard you mention anyone recently.”

He glances around the fire, briefly making eye contact with you. Suddenly the mug in your hands is the most interesting piece of work.

“Ehhhh I get by.” taking a swig from his beer bottle. “These girls are all the same out there though hermano. I’m looking for something more.”

You try to keep your expression as neutral as possible, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the thought of Frankie wanting to settle down. You want that too. And you want it to be with him.

Santi brings you back to the conversation with a nudge at your knee. “And you kid? You’re awfully quiet over here. No potential suitors keeping your bed warm?”

Yeah right, I am not falling for this. “Oh don’t worry about me cariño, I’m well taken care of. And with that final thought, I bid you all a good night.”

“Oh come on, you can’t just say that and up and leave!” Santi is trying to coerce you into taking your seat again but it’s no use.

“I swear, whoever lands her is gonna have their hands full.”

Oh, but it’s so worth it. Frankie thinks and smiles to himself.

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Frankie finally pulls away from the group and their antics along with the chill of the autumn air. As soon as he saw you make a break for the house he was more than ready to call it a night and to be in the safe confines of that warm, comfortable bed with you. He trudges upstairs to the shared room removing his outer layers and into a fresh pair of pajama bottoms along with a soft light grey t-shirt when he happens upon your shadow bouncing from beneath the bathroom door. There she is, knowing you’re probably still going through your nightly routine, when it softly swings open to you brushing your teeth, wearing his old Fleetwood Mac shirt and your favorite pair of fuzzy socks looking like an absolute dream. The warm glow of the light illuminating your form from the back and manifesting the most ethereal sight right before his eyes. “I thought I heard you out here,” handing him his toothbrush, ready to go. His smile reaches ear to ear as he heads to the vanity to finish cleaning up for the night. The two of you moving in tandem with each other as if it’s the most simple yet perfected dance. He looks up in the mirror catching your gaze as you give each other a bashful look, when a loud knock lures you both from your reverie.

Frankie let’s out an exhausted huff, knowing it’s gotta be one of two people.

He starts for the door, going to reach for the handle when it starts twisting on its own, only for one Santiago Garcia to pop his head in.

“Hiya Cat! Just coming to say goodnight. So, where’s your girl at?” he taunts, flipping the main switch to the bedroom on, trying to get a decent view of where you are.

“My what…?” Frankie’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline, caught up in the thought of Santi’s emphasis on saying you were his girl, and fumbling with the tooth brush that is slipping from his grasp. Truly looking like his callsign at the way his mouth opens and closes. You overhear the commotion and stop everything to listen tentatively, praying to whomever is out there that he doesn’t break and cursing Santi for being so chismoso.

“She’s in Texas! At home, I’m assuming.” Slightly stuttering his way through the exchange; Santi looking just as confused with his remarks.

“Wait, where?!”

Your hand goes to quietly slap your forehead at how ridiculous he sounds. Well, here’s hoping he buys it.

“My girl. I’m assuming you mean mamá. She’s my number one girl. Misses you, by the way. Says to quit being a cabrón and give her a call.”

Santi lifts his finger to try and get a word in edgewise when he is met with the sudden force of the door slamming shut. “Smooth, you little fucker.” snickering to himself, shuffling his way back down the hall to his room.

Peeking around the corner you’re met with Frankie’s back pressed hard against the wooden entryway. He looks up giving you a sheepish grin, both of you emitting a small giggle. “Shit that was close!” he murmurs through clenched teeth. He couldn’t look more adorable to you in this moment. Completely flustered at ALMOST caving and giving away your secret. He starts to make his way toward you, not wanting to be without you in his arms any longer. “Lock the door,” you mouth before he could take another step. He spins on his heel, obliging your request as you stand there completely in awe at how eager he is just to touch you. He’s at your side in an instant. Gentle hands cup your face as he breathes you in, putting everything into the softest kiss. It’s neither hurried nor hungry, it feels more like he’s simply stating, ‘I’ve missed you’ or ‘I’m right where I’m supposed to be.’ He breaks the kiss first, resting his forehead against yours as you gently secure your hands around his wrists. “Let’s get to bed.” you whisper, not wanting to break the trance the two of you seem to be under. Humming in agreement, he gives you a small peck to your nose as you go to climb underneath the plush blanket. Frankie crosses the room to turn the main light out when he notices you opening the bedside drawer and pulling a small bottle from it, spritzing its contents amongst the sheets. It’s your lavender spray. The calming scent being one of his new favorites to use for combating the struggles of slumber. She remembered to bring it he bites his lip at the subtle gesture. You catch him staring and he gives you that sweet lopsided smile he seems to only display for you. “What’s that look Francisco?” you say to him in a singsong voice. “Nothing querida.” I am so in love with this woman he thinks to himself as you extend your arms out beckoning him to you. “Ven cariño.” He joins you moments later swinging his arm around your shoulder to bring you to his side, yours coming to drape across his soft tummy, nuzzling into his neck. Finally being able to hold each other after dodging the suspicions of the boys all afternoon.

“We’ll tell them tomorrow,” you say whilst twirling a stray curl around your finger. “It was absolute hell having to keep my hands and eyes to myself today. I don’t think I can manage for the rest of the weekend. Especially with how good you looked with your sleeves all rolled up, chopping that firewood earlier...” The heat of his embarrassment creeps up through your fingertips as you go to nip at the pulse point of his neck. You can’t see it but you know he’s blushing immensely. Frankie never one to taking compliments very well.

“Ohhhh stop.” you feel him smirk.

The soothing hint of the lavender begins taking affect. Your tiny snores have him drawing you further into his warmth, placing a chaste kiss to your temple, as you release a contented breath. “Ay suspiros,” he smiles into your hairline. “Sleep well preciosa.” He adjusts the quilt over the two of you delicately, lightly stirring you in the process as you bring your head up to press one final sleepy kiss to his jawline. Both finally drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

———————-

Early morning rays start to peak through the window, naturally waking you as you slowly stretch. You feel the warmth of Frankie’s chest at your back, his gentle hand resting on your hip, rough pads of his fingers drawing circles aimlessly across your soft skin, whispering loving sentiments in your ear. You’re finally conscious enough to turn and face him.

“Good morning beautiful. I was wondering when you’d wake up.”

Even with the bedhead, morning breath, and sleep in your eyes he still stares at you as if you’ve hung all the stars in the sky. Frankie brings his lips to yours as you both take in what would probably be the final moments of tranquility for the day.

“I love you.”

Inhaling sharply, he brings you back in for a kiss with such passion it literally knocks the breath from your lungs.

“I love you, so much.”

He rolls you over softly placing you on your back, trailing wet little kisses down your neck when you hear the sound of what appears to be faint whispers and keys at the door. Frankie pauses and stares at you, then to the door, and back to you.

“Are they seriously at this already?! We just woke up!”

“Shh! Wait, I have an idea.”

———————-

Benny greets Santi with a brief nod, two glasses of water in hand as he makes his way upstairs.

“What the hell are those for?”

“Did you really think she’d get away with throwing water at me yesterday? A nice refreshing good morning is in order, don’t you think?”

“You’re an actual child Benny, you know that? I still wanna see it though.” as he takes a glass from him.

The two reach the main entrance to your room only to be met with the next obstacle.

“Hey, they locked the door! Why would they lock the door?!” Benny loudly whispers as he tries turning the handle again.

“You know exactly why you idiot. What do we do now?!”

“Pope, I think you forgot who owns this place.”

“Will, what’s your point?” Santi turns to snark at Benny, a look of annoyance at the thought of their plan being ruined when he raises a pair of spare keys up to his face.

After successfully “breaking in,” Benny places the keys into his pj pocket and slowly turns the handle.

“Countdown Pope.”

“3, 2, 1!”

The two burst in throwing the glasses of water at the bed, cheering in what is to be a final victory but is only met with silence.

“Wait, where the fuck are they?!”

“Now!”

At your command, you and Frankie jump from behind the door, two glasses of water from the en suite bathroom filled and tossed their way. The two men shriek at the cold liquid hitting their bodies as you two high five each other and double over in laughter.

“What the fuck guys?!”

“What are you talking about did you not just try to attempt that with us?!” pointing to the wet duvet. “It’s not our fault you two are the worst cat burglars ever!”

Frankie crosses his arms finally asking upfront. “So what is all of this really about guys? Why have you been fuckin with us consistently? Trying to find something out? Or did you just want a little look at who’s hitting this.” Frankie turns your back slightly toward the boys and gives your ass a light squeeze.

“Francisco!”

“I meant it lovingly.”

Benny and Pope’s jaws are on the ground.

“I knew it!” Pope points dramatically at you.

“I told you they were fucking!” Benny exclaims.

A million questions are now being thrown your way. The water incident long forgotten now that the truth was finally out.

“You know, we were actually planning on telling the two of you over breakfast, all you had to do was wait.”

“Nah kid, where’s the fun in that?!” as Benny tackles you into a wet hug.

After finally mopping up all the water and changing into some dry clothes, you all meet downstairs to assist with breakfast. Frankie sidles up to Will who’s flipping pancakes for the group while the rest of you clean up a bit and set the table.

“So it’s all out now huh?”

“Yeah I guess so. You’re okay with it though, right? We never got to really talk about it, and we’re brothers, but I also know you’re just as close if not even closer to her. She does care about your opinion too.”

“All I ask is that you take care of her. Treat her right. You both deserve to be happy. And at least I know she’s not with some random asshole.”

“Thanks? I think.” The two men embrace, turning to lean against the stove. Benny is back to his usual way of making your life hell by arguing about how to set the table, Pope looking on enjoying a cup of coffee.

Will sees that far off look again, only now it’s settling in Frankie’s eyes.

He decided to asks him one last thing, curious as to what the answer may be.

“So what’s your endgame here Fish?”

Isn’t it obvious?

He grins, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth before looking out to you. It’s like you two can sense each other. Turning your gaze his way, you look at him as if he’s the only one in the room, giving him a little wink and a smile before turning back to continue cussing Benny out in Spanish.

It was so incredibly obvious.

“I’m gonna marry her one day.”

[hannahhasnofriends]

happier | dream

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summary: based off the song happier by olivia rodrigo!

pairing: dream x reader

warnings: angst, break ups, this is just fucking sad lmao, real names are used (srry not srry)

word count: 1.2k

a/n: i love olivia rodrigos new album i literally have not listened to anything else since it came out omfg😎 also i think i like this fic?? idk gimme some thoughts n feedback :)

We broke up a month ago Your friends are mine, you know I know You've moved on, found someone new One more girl who brings out the better in you And I thought my heart was detached From all the sunlight of our past But she's so sweet, she's so pretty Does she mean you forgot about me?

"Hey guys! I've missed you all so much." I hug Sapnap tightly and move on to the next person I was greeting.

A "reunion" we were calling it, it'd been a year since the SMP ended and everyone wanted to get into touch again. It was bittersweet seeing everyone , it seemed like we'd grown up so much since then. Hell, I know I have.

"Hey darling, " I turn and see Niki, I missed her so much. We were the first female streamers on the SMP, she'd been my best friend. "How are you?"

"I'm good, really." I could see the sympathy in her eyes. I pretended not to notice when everyone did a double take when I walked into the room, they really thought I wasn't going to come today.

"That's good, I've missed you." She had a tight smile on her face. "You know he's coming today, right?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat, I knew someone was going to ask. It was fine, I had prepared myself for the questions and stares. It'd been 6 months, half a year, 6 damn full moons since we'd ended. We share the same friends, it was hard knowing they were going to pick sides, we both knew it wasn't going to be mine.

"Clay? Yeah, I know. Don't worry, we've both moved on. We're adults and I don't need to hide from him. We're friends!" I was lying through my fucking teeth. I saw his instagram posts, the subtweets, and everything else that had her named burned into it.

"Ok, I just wanted to check in. I know we all took the erm- break-up pretty hard." Her eyes avoided mine but I know she truly meant well by everything she was saying. "Anyway, I'm going to say hi to a few others. I really want us to talk more, ok?"

She squeezed my arm as she was walking off, I nodded my head even though I probably wouldn't be able to bring myself to message her after this.

I took a deep breath and eyed my other company. I was sticking out like a sore thumb, everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves. Honestly, it'd probably be best to make a cowardly dash before he showed up.

Just as I'd made up my mind, I saw it. The main doors opened and there they were. Well. Too damn late for that.

He was as tall and gorgeous as he was 6 months ago and she was stunningly perched on his arm. The worst part wasn't how goddamn good they looked, it was how you could just tell they were right. You could simply glance in their direction and tell she was nice and kind and he was completely devoted to her.

Oh, I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

Just like that, all the air in the room had been sucked out. I was doomed.

As he made his way around the room, his eyes finally found mine. His smile faltered and I could tell he was taken aback. I averted my eyes quickly, this was so stupid.

“Y/n! Hi!” I jumped as I heard his voice, sneaky little bastard. I forced my best smile on my face as I turned to face them. She was standing next to him, still arm in arm but she stayed silent.

“Hey! How’s it going.” I pressed my lips together, he seemed so… ok? His eyes no longer had those dark circles and the cuts on his knuckles look healed.

“I’m good! How about you?” He tilts his head, curious.

“I’m doing good, too. Pretty busy, but you know.” I nodded along to what I said, it wasn’t a complete lie.

Abruptly, she clears her throat and side eyes Clay, obviously wanting something. “Oh, right! This is Grace.”

“Hi, I’ve heard great things about you.” She smiles so warmly, she seems so great. I could feel the jealously sinking into my skin, it was suffocating.

“Hello, it’s really nice to meet you.” This time I really was lying. But I couldn’t tell her the truth. How I couldn’t let her boyfriend go.

And do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen? An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean Remember when I believed You meant it when you said it first to me? And now I'm pickin' her apart Like cuttin' her down will make you miss my wretched heart But she's beautiful, she looks kind She probably gives you butterflies

She kept up the small talk with me. I learned she was an artist and slightly older than him. She taught art to kids on the weekends and her parents were still married. She even volunteered to help me move.

I noticed the rings she wore and thought about whether he gave them to her. If he gave her the same gifts he gave me. Maybe she knew too. Maybe she knew he took her to the same places we went. Did the same things, laughed at the same jokes. I hope she did.

But the conversation continued, and I kept searching for a flaw. Something to make him realize she wasn’t meant for him. Something I could point out and have my aha moment.

But she was perfect. And I had nothing that would make him pick me instead of her.

I wish you all the best, really Say you love her, baby Just not like you loved me And think of me fondly when your hands are on her I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

The music picked up again and they excused themselves to the dance floor. It was a sappy, corny love song. It fit them perfectly. I could see him whisper in her ear and rock her back forth to the beat. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

As they swayed, I was hoping he was thinking of me. I hoped he would drop her right then and there and grab my hand and lead me out of this mess. I hoped he would lock eyes with me and pretend none of this happened. I hoped they weren't as happy as they looked.

I hope you're happy Just not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

As I watched them, I swear every memory we shared came fleeting into my mind. Every smile, every laugh, every fight, everything. The way he’d let me wear his sunglasses in the car and the time we danced in the rain and we’re sick for days after.

As I watched them I wondered wether they were truly happy together. If he was in love, if he loved her more than he loved me. If he ever thought of me when he was with her.

I wonder if he watched me as I left.

[makeste]

hello! I’ve seen some debate as to whether the 2nd meant allies in general would bolster izuku and although I do think that’s true (ofc any sort of support system that he lets himself rely on would bolster him) I feel like if that was what was meant it would’ve been made clearer? maybe instead of just katsuki showing up, the final panel would’ve had several students burst onto the scene. what are your thoughts?

agreed. and incidentally this is another big reason why it's not Toga. if it was her then Horikoshi wouldn't have devoted any time to OFA II's little hype speech. it just makes it kind of pointless, unless this whole time we've been sleeping on Toga's hidden ability to bolster Deku lmao.

but anyways, yeah. and I mean, Two's commentary here is really just acknowledgement of something we've long since known already. Kacchan is the one who will ultimately be able to reach Deku. we don't actually need a piece of dialogue to tell us this, because the manga has been showing it to us since day one. his resume is fucking stacked. I mean, let's go through it.

he is mean.

I love this you guys. I honest to god love it. because the thing is, if you ask anyone what Kacchan's absolute worst quality is, this would be the obvious answer, right? "he's an asshole" lmao.

but that's exactly what we need right now!! someone who's not afraid to tell it like it is, and won't try to sugarcoat things. someone who's not afraid to argue back and risk hurting someone's feelings. because right now Deku is walking all over anyone who can't do that. All Might tries to feed him lunch and he's like "nah I'm good, anyways bye." Endeavor tries to tell him to rest and he's all "I'm fine" and fucking hangs up the phone. nuh uh. enough of that. what we need is someone who will call him out on his shit. "hah!? don't tell me you're fine when it's obvious to anyone you can barely stand on your own two feet, dumbass."

he is stubborn.

kind of ties into the other thing, but yeah. right now we need a bullheaded asshole who won't take no for an answer if he thinks he's right. good luck trying to sweet talk your way out of this one, Deku.

he understands the situation.

this one is important, because in fairness, simply standing in front of Deku and saying "you shall not pass" isn't gonna be enough to actually accomplish anything here. ultimately he's going to have to be able to reason with Deku too. and so in that respect, it certainly doesn't hurt that Kacchan is someone who understands the OFA situation as well as anyone, and has always had clear judgment about it. he understands the threat of AFO ("they all died young"), and he understands the burden of All Might's legacy. he knows what Deku is dealing with, and that's going to give him an edge when it comes to finding that elusive-yet-critical talk no jutsu knockout blow.

he's been where Deku is now.

Kacchan knows a thing or two about burdens. granted, they've more often than not been ones that he's put on himself, but that didn't make them any less heavy. Deku right now is struggling not just with his feelings of responsibility, but also with all of the misplaced guilt that's feeding into it. AFO is targeting him. if innocent people get caught in the crossfire then that's on him. every minute that AFO stays out there getting stronger and causing more chaos is all on him, because he hasn't defeated him yet. and so on and so forth.

and Katsuki knows what that's like. because he blamed himself for what happened to All Might. that feeling of "if I'd only been stronger" is one that he's intimately acquainted with. that feeling of blaming yourself, of not being able to look someone you care about in the eye because you think it's your fault they got hurt. this is something he knows. this is a road he's already been down. and so if Deku tries to pull any "you don't understand" nonsense, Kacchan is uniquely situated to immediately shoot that shit right down.

he's immune to low blows.

lol I keep thinking of all the different counterarguments that Deku could make, and all the different ways in which Kacchan is perfectly equipped to handle them. anyway, so this particular thing is a very recent development, but very fortunately timed. so as we all know, Kacchan was a first class dick to Deku during their childhood. something which Deku, with his abnormally kind and forgiving nature, has never once confronted Kacchan about, even though he would have absolutely had the right. but anyway, so here's the thing though -- right now I fully believe that Deku can and will do or say just about anything in order to get Kacchan and the others to leave. and that includes hurting them in order to save them. so it would not surprise me at all if Deku goes as far as to throw Katsuki's old, cruel, selfish behavior back in his face as part of a last-ditch effort to get him to back down. desperate times and all that.

and maybe there was a time when that actually would have worked. but here's the other thing -- we know something Deku doesn't. namely, that Kacchan has recently leveled up emotionally and has finally unlocked his atonement quest. he finally understands that it's not all about him. which means that it doesn't matter even if Deku pulls out the big guns. he may hurt his feelings, but he's not going to scare him off, because Kacchan's focus right now is on atonement, not forgiveness. he's not doing this for a pat on the head. he's doing it because it's the right thing to do. and no amount of insults will be able to sway him from that.

he learned from the best.

I said this in another post a couple of weeks back, but yeah. Angsty Nomad Deku has nothing on early Kacchan in terms of pushing people away. early Kacchan was the motherfucking king of pushing peeps away. if you so much as LOOKED at this kid in such a way that SUGGESTED you might even be THINKING about possibly trying to save him, he would straight up throw a ten-year hissy fit lmao. Deku's "All Might, you don't have to tag along anymore"s ain't got SHIT on all of Kacchan's "STAY BACK DEKU"s and "I'D RATHER LOSE!!!"s and "OMFG HOW DARE YOU BE THE ONLY PERSON TO TRY TO SAVE ME FROM THIS RAMPAGING SLUDGE MAN WHO'S ABOUT TO SUFFOCATE ME TO DEATH"s. Kacchan is the undisputed goat here lol.

but anyway, so what this means is that he has accumulated a whole HOST of iconic lines and fateful parallels which he can throw back in Deku's face at a moment's notice. and the best part is that he learned it all from THIS EXACT MOTHERFUCKER, RIGHT HERE. what is Deku even gonna do!! argue against his own past actions?? "well, uh, I guess now that you mention it I should have just sat back and watched you die all those times" OH REALLY?? YOU DON'T SAY. THAT SOUNDS SO CONVINCING.

and so guess what, Deku -- if Kacchan was worth saving, then you're worth saving too. it's an ironclad argument. congratulations son you played yourself.

he always wins.

okay so real talk, we all know that what's really driving Deku right now is his fear of losing people. he's helpless against that. he saw Kacchan get stabbed right before his eyes and it fucked him up. he saw all these other people getting hurt and killed because he couldn't save them, and he straight up could not deal with those emotions at all. he's scared. he's more afraid of that happening again than of anything else. and AFO knows that, and that's why he's resorted to his current tactics, which have isolated Deku even further and caused him to push even All Might away.

what Deku is missing right now, and what he needs to have restored, is trust. trust is the antidote to fear. and when you're as scared as Deku is, it takes an extraordinary amount of assurance in order to ease those fears. basically you don't want to place your faith in anything less than an absolutely sure thing.

but Kacchan is exactly that. this is the exact type of situation that Kacchan's "aiming for the top" overkill confidence was made for. he's the one who never loses!! the hero who's going to surpass all other heroes!! Deku inherited All Might's compassion, but Kacchan inherited his determination. Kacchan is someone who brings reassurance. his confidence is unwavering. and in the end, I think it will be strong enough to pull even Deku back out from the darkness.

he is strong.

Kacchan is Deku's rival in every sense of the word, and I fully believe he's capable of matching him step for step even now. and so Deku can try to push him away, but Kacchan is capable of withstanding that force and staying his ground. Deku can try to run, but Kacchan still has him matched for speed. and as a last resort, Deku can even try to defeat him -- but Kacchan won't ever concede to defeat.

and all of this ties back into what I was saying about trust. because Kacchan is strong. strong enough not to die. strong enough to live. strong enough to not make others worry about him. and that's what Deku so desperately needs right now in order to finally let go of his fears. Deku needs someone who can get him to trust in others again, and to do that, he has to be able to trust in their strength.

and last but not least...

he has a secret weapon up his sleeve.

several, as a matter of fact. his hero name reveal. his apology, if he chooses to give it now (though I could see him waiting for a more sincere moment, rather than whipping it out now when it could be misconstrued as a manipulation tactic). but perhaps most importantly...

never underestimate the power of an iconic role reversal. because that's what I'm getting at here, if it wasn't clear lol. this probably would have worked better if I had a picture of him actually reaching out to Deku. but I mean, that's kind of the point lol. I don't have one because he hasn't done it yet. BUT CAN YOU IMAGINE. good luck withstanding that, Deku.

so yeah. look at all that. he really is a one-man Deku-saving army. which is not to say that the other kids won't have a part to play as well, or that it's not important for them to be there, because it is. but as far as the lead role goes, it's Kacchan. like that astronaut meme guy says. always has been.

oh and as a bonus he was smart enough to finally leave the mask at home today lol. LET DEKU SEE THE SINCERITY IN YOUR EYES. YESSSSSSS.