#why did i spend 20 minutes on this instead of studying

[aothotties]

Distraction

Warnings: NSFW, Gojo is your fuck buddy, Reader is in her mid 20s, car sex, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), fingering, ass slapping, overstimulation, begging, teasing and edging.

Word Count. 2.9K

........................................

DING!

You check your phone and roll your eyes when his name pops up on the screen again, as if ignoring his calls and face times wasn’t enough.

“Stop ignoring me before I magically appear outside of your door, answer the phone :)” 

You groan loudly and roll your eyes when his caller ID flashes on the screen. You pick up the phone and answer the facetime call.

“What do you want?” You ask, annoyance very prominent in your voice.

He lets out a fake laugh and rolls his eyes, from what you can see he’s sitting in his car with the seats reclined.

“I’m bored as hell and need some company.” He says with a fake pout and you scoff back in response

“You’re trying to be funny and I’m not laughing dumbass, I told you last night that I have to study for my exams. Remember?” You look at him in disbelief and he just continues to stare at the screen 

“Was that before or after I ate you out in the backseat, because anything past that point is a blur to me” He responds and it takes everything in you not to hang up right there.

“Satoru-”

“Look it’s that little allowance money my father likes to put into my account to make up for not being a father, and I don’t want to just spend it by myself. Why don’t you come and help me?” 

“You’re 28 years old, you’re a grown ass man and you still get allowances from your father?” You looked at him in slight disbelief and he huffed in annoyance.

“I am trying my hardest to be patient with you, I really am. Close that annoying ass textbook and get your ass outside please and thank you. God damn.” You smile in satisfaction at his frustration and nod your head in agreement.

“I’ll be out in five minutes!” 

“Yeah okay, oh and make sure you’re not wearing any-” you hang up the phone before he can finish what he’s saying.

It takes you a few minutes to get yourself together, looking yourself over in the mirror before heading out to the car in front of your house.

As you walk closer to the car you can see the tall man leaning on the passenger side while scrolling mindlessly on his phone, he looks up as he hears your footsteps get closer. 

“I think the first thing I’ll get you is a damn watch, that was not five minutes.” He said as he stared down at you, one hand on his hip like the dramatic he is.

“Hm that is so like you, just immediately start complaining before you can even say hi or hello. Have you tried relaxing?” You ask sarcastically

He gives you a smile and cups your cheeks in his hand pulling you in closer while hovering his lips over yours, you whimper lowly as he just stares down at you.

“You’re really talkative today, it’s cute but don’t push it.” He gives you a kiss on your forehead before letting your face go, he steps back and opens the door for you with a smile.

You slowly walk forward and get into the car, you rub your legs together to try and relieve some of the tension between your legs. You pull your seatbelt on just as he enters the car and sit back in your seat.

“So um, where did you want to go?” You cross your legs and look over at him 

“We can drive around, I’ll get you something to eat because I know you think skipping meals is fun, you little psycho.” He mumbles the last bit and starts the car up before pulling off. 

You sit back in your seat and feel the throbbing between your legs slowly calm down, you glance over at him and watch as he focuses on the road. You tense up when he takes one hand off the wheel and places it on your thigh instead.

“So why are you stressing over that little test anyways? You act like you’re not top of the class or something?” He asks, you have a hard time focusing when he rubs your inner thigh with his thumb.

You cross your legs a bit tighter than before and take a breath to get yourself together before speaking.

“Yeah I am, but how do you think I stay top of my class? Not all of us are promised a good paying job or have it like you.” You say in response to his question and he raises an eyebrow in confusion.

“What do you mean by that?” He asks, offense clear in his voice.

“Oh please don’t make me say it. I could’ve just stayed in my room if you were gonna bring me out to argue.” You roll your eyes and lean against the door.

“It won’t be an argument if you just explain what the fuck you meant!” He exclaims, his voice raising a bit in octave.

“I see I struck a nerve huh? I mean people like you that have access to money and anything they want.. Not everyone is promised that, some of us had to work hard to get there.” You explain and he just lets out a sarcastic laugh.

“You know you can really be full of shit sometimes.” He says in return and this time you let out a laugh.

“Me? I can be full of shit? Do I not bust my ass each and every day?” You sit up and look over at him angrily. 

You watch as he grips the steering wheel tighter and presses down on the gas causing the car to accelerate slowly. 

“The last time I checked, you told me that your parents took care of and still do give you money for school, so you are in the same boat I am!” He says smugly and you resist the urge to curse him out.

“That’s how I know you weren’t listening. I said they paid for the first year and after that I was on my own because I changed my major. So no they haven’t paid for my school in like four years you stupid bitch.” You sit back in your seat and cross your arms angrily.

You notice that he pulls the car over into an empty parking lot, you decide to just sit there and not question him. You continue to stare out the window and gasp when he grabs your jaw and forces you to look him in his eyes.

“What’s your problem tonight, hm? That test has you so stressed out that you’re acting like this?” You whimper in response to his question and close your legs tighter together.

“You think I didn’t notice you crossing those pretty legs? You think I didn’t see you staring at me while I drove?” He rubs his thumb over your bottom lip and leans in to plant a gentle kiss on your lips.

You lean in to try and feel more of him but he leans back so you couldn’t touch him.

“Satoru please.” You unbuckle your seatbelt and move over so now your face is inches away from his. He gives you a small smile and pulls you down by your shirt, pressing his lips to yours.

You crawl into his lap and his hands immediately find their way to your ass, he rubs his hands up and down the exposed skin on your thighs and you shiver at the sensation. You moan into his mouth as you move your hips back and forth over his lap, biting your lip at the feeling of his bulge against your clothed cunt. 

You move off his lap and back into the passenger seat, you tug at the string on his sweatpants and he takes that as a hint to take his bottoms off. He swiftly removes his boxers and pants in one motion.

You stare at his dick and watch in awe as it twitches against his stomach. The tip is an angry red and there’s a bulging vein on the underside of his dick. He rubs your jaw with his thumb and forces you to look at him.

“Don’t make me wait, you’ve already pissed me off enough tonight.” He says half jokingly.

You put your hand around the base and lean down to wrap your lips around the tip, moving your tongue around it slowly. He throws his head back and groans out into the air, he gently gathers your braids up into a ponytail.

You take more of him at a slow pace, mainly to tease him, but partially to get used to how thick he is. He starts to become impatient and pushes your head down.

“I told you I wasn’t in the mood to play games with you.” He bites his lip and thrust his hips upwards. 

He tries his best to be gentle, but he can’t help himself with the sounds you make while his dick hits the back of your throat 

“God damn you’re gonna make me come like this.” He moans and moves your head up and down at a steady pace.

You whimper in response and grab onto his thighs for support, you squeeze your legs together to try and relieve some tension. 

He pulls your head off of his dick and you breathe out loudly into the air to try and catch your breath.

He pulls you in for a kiss and keeps a hand on the back of your neck. He swirls his tongue around yours and sucks on your bottom lip, he pulls away from your lips and presses his forehead against yours. 

“Tell me what you want me to do princess.” He says, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb.

“I want you to fuck me Satoru, please I need you to touch me.” 

You let out a low gasp when his fingers make their way into your shorts and past your panties.

“You want me to touch you right here baby?” He teasingly asks as his pointer and middle finger rub circles on your clit.

You gasp at the sensation and spread your legs as an indication for him to go further, he gets the hint and easily slides two fingers inside your dripping cunt. 

“F-fuck Satoru!” You press your lips against his and moan into his mouth when his long fingers curve against your sweet spot

“Right there! Please don’t stop, I'm so close” You say with a desperate whine.

Satoru smirks and rubs your clit with the pad of his thigh, he licks his lips at the sight of you arching your back to fuck yourself on his fingers. 

Your moment of pleasure is quickly ripped away when he pulls his fingers out of you and licks them off instead. You let out a cry and look up at him.

“You were so mean to me earlier, I don’t think you get to decide when and how you get to come.” He tells you, he moves his seat forward and urges you to the backseat.

You move back there without hesitation and watch as he follows quickly, pushing you gently so you lay on your back.

“So this is why you had the seats down back here?” You ask with a smirk and he laughs while taking off his shirt.

“I always have the seats down when I’ve got you in the car, just gotta be cautious.” He answers and pulls your bottoms off all together.

“I can see how wet you are baby, you want me to fuck you that bad?” He starts rubbing slow circles on your clit and your grip on the seat tightens.

“P-please fuck me, I want you so bad. I’m sorry for being mean.” You reach up and slowly trail a finger down his abdomen.

Satoru can’t help but to let out a moan at the feeling of your nails on his skin, he wo’t admit it but he adores when you leave scratch marka on him after he’s fucked you silly.

He takes your hand in his and leaves a gentle kiss on your knuckles, he intertwines his hand with yours as he slides his dick inside of you. Satoru’s jaw drops a bit at the way you squeeze him.

You throw your head back and let out a moan as he continues pushing himself inside of you, he takes his time to make sure he doesn’t hurt you.

“Oh princess you’re so fucking tight. He drops his head down so that his forehead is pressed against yours, pull him down closer and wrap your legs around his waist. 

“You feel so good.” You say against his lips, head falling back onto the seat when the tip of his dick damn near hits your cervix.

Satoru grabs your thighs in his hands and pushes them up towards your stomach, basically folding you in half like a sheet of paper. He quickens the pace of his hips while he holds your legs in place.

“Shit!” He groans in pleasure, never wanting the feeling of your tight pussy around his thick dick to end.

You feel your first orgasm of the night pooling in your lower belly, you gasp as his dick reaches deeper inside of your cunt, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. The car was filled with moans and wet slapping from him slamming his hips against yours.

“I-I need to come. Please let me come Satoru.” You desperately beg, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he rolls his hips.

“Come for me sweetheart, let it go for me baby.” He drops his head down and sucks on the skin on your neck.

You drag your nails down his back as you come on his dick, he continues to fuck you through your orgasm and lets out a moan when your cunt spasms around his dick.

“That’s it pretty girl, you’re doing so good.” He whispers in your ear, gently biting the lobe.

His hips never stop moving against yours and you feel tears well up in your eyes at the overstimulation.

Satoru looks down at you and smiles in satisfaction, the sight of you crying because of his dick causes him to sink deeper inside of you, you let out a scream as he pulls another orgasm from you.

“Fuck yeah baby girl, that’s it. You’re making such a fucking mess right now.” He pulls out of you, causing you to whine at the emptiness. 

He flips you over so that you’re on your hands and knees and slides back into you with ease. You fall forward in the seat and arch your back at how full he makes you feel. 

“Oh god!” You grit your teeth as he eagerly thrust inside of you, not giving your body a chance to keep up.

“This what you needed baby? You just needed some dick to make you forget about those stupid tests?” He asks, smiling at the way you whimper in response. 

His hands make way to your ass and he slaps the skin with one of his hands, biting his lip at the way it moves each time his hips meet yours. 

You gasp at the sting from his large hand slapping your ass, your hips subconsciously move back against his and you feel your climax building up for the third time. This time it felt more intense and almost like you had to pee.

“Satoru, y-you have to stop. I-I’m gonna pee!” You reached behind you to try and stop him.

He chuckled and grabbed your arm in return, pressing it against your back. He held your arm and used that to help him fuck into you.

“N-no baby you’re not. F-fuck! Trust me, you’ll be fine.” He grits his teeth and continues to move his hips, refusing to come before you no matter what his body says.

You can’t control yourself as your final orgasm washes over you, you close your eyes shut and see pure white. You come all over Satoru, from his abdomen down to his thighs and even on his seats.

“Shit! I’m gonna come princess, fuck you take me so well.” He throws his head back and presses himself deep inside of you. 

He lets out a high pitched whine as he shoots ropes of his come inside of your spasming pussy. He watches his dick twitch as it empties inside of you.

“Hey, are you okay?” He pulls out of you and flips you so you’re on your back.

He refrains from laughing at the sight of you already dozing off to sleep. He gently pats your cheek and you sleepily open your eyes to look at him.

“Are you still worried about that test?” He asks and you shake your head no while letting out a yawn.

“Good, as nice as this is though, we should get dressed so we don’t get arrested.” He says half jokingly and you sit up slowly. 

“I need something to clean up with.” You mumble shyly as you feel his come try to fall out.

“Oh no we don't, we're not that far from my house. If you hold it in I’ll make sure to go easy on you when we get there.” 

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before giving you your panties back. No matter how much this man pisses you off, he’s always great when you need a break from reality.

....................................

-Ari

[sallage]

I'm Not Giving Up

The Unexpected Fight Series

Part 2

Warning: This is a tickle fic!

Summary: Bakugo has been different since his fight with Aya. His lack of presence in everyday activities and his changed attitude have become apparent to those around him, and people are starting to take notice. Even though Bakugo never asked for help, his friends would do anything to support him, even if that means confronting him directly and forcing him to face the truth.

Pairing: Lee Bakugo, Ler Bakusquad

Words: 4,995

Reading Time: 20 Minutes

A/N: Finally, Part 2! I'm sorry it took so long to come out. Turns out, remastering old works is a lot more work than I thought. I changed damn near every word and I'm still not satisfied with it, per usual. I'll continue writing the series until the end, so don't worry about me giving up on it. I hope it's enjoyed! 😇

Read more ∘₊✧Here✧₊∘

Bakugo was famously known for his temper and volatile nature, which often led him to spend long periods of time alone in his dorm.

However, this was different.

The fight with Aya stuck with him long after it had ended. In his mind, the scene repeated itself over and over again, with his uncontrollable and hysterical laughter echoing throughout the entire scene. He was unable to get over the embarrassing display he had put on, and in an effort to not be questioned again, he refused to speak unless necessary, and avoided everyone's probing eyes.

Bakugo made sure that he put in an exceptional amount of effort during his classes, and his hard work was evident from the high marks he constantly received. He also did remarkably well in his training sessions, and he would always show up the next day to put in another stellar performance. Despite his tireless work ethic, he remained stoic and avoided engaging with anyone.

For the most part, his friends gave him space, but they also worried about him when over time, he became increasingly reclusive. Hesitant knocks at his door gradually progressed to regular knocking sessions and Bakugo chose to ignore it all. With his friends constantly trying to probe why he had become so distant and unresponsive, Bakugo simply brushed off their questions and continued to ignore them.

His stomach growled and he growled back. Unable to ignore the hunger pangs, he got up from his studies and made the short trek to the common room to retrieve the ramen noodles he’d stored away. Looking out of the window, He could see that the night was already set, with only a few specks of light illuminating the darkening sky. There was no sound, just the peaceful stillness that encapsulated the world. The perfect night.

As Bakugo looked out of the window, he noticed a brief hint of movement from the corner of his eye. He turned his attention towards the hallway and locked eyes with Deku. Bakugo felt a cringe run through him, certain that Deku would take the opportunity to try and talk to him. He felt a pre-angry vein ready up in his temple.

Five seconds out of his room and he was already pissed off.

“Oh! Hey, Kacchan!” 

Bakugo would rather drink paint than respond.

Midoriya faltered, picking up on it right away. “Right well…A bunch of us are going out to get food. I know you’re making some, but you should come.”

Bakugo’s annoyance was visible as he focused on stirring his noodles.

“Kacchan-”

“Does it fucking look like-”

“No, your noodles!”

“Shit!”

The water boiled over the top of the pot, spilling out onto the counter. Bakugo angrily turned the heat down and took the pot to the sink. Looking inside, he found that his noodles were completely overcooked and gross. He had an urge to blow the entire dormitory to dust, his frustration and anger peaking in that moment. 

Instead, he picked up his phone and shouldered past Midoriya. 

“Hey, where are you going? Aren't you still hungry?”

Bakugo remained silent, walking towards the exit of the building without a word. Midoriya matched his stride, catching up to him and pushing himself between the other and the exit. The blonde closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Move.”

“No.” 

Bakugo opened his eyes, dangerous energy flashing through them. “If you don't move, I will turn you and this entire place to dust.”

Midoriya shook his head. “You’ve got to stop being so hard on yourself. What happened at the circuit-”

“Holy shit, do you ever just shut up?!” Bakugo’s face instantly grew red with humiliation. Emotions pounded in his head like a gavel, his fists clenched tight at his sides, wishing he could detonate that annoying ass rock sitting in the back of his throat.

“A win like that may have been enough for a weakling like you but I have higher standards for myself. We're not on the same level, Deku! I’m better than you. And for some stupid reason you keep forgetting that!”

“Kacchan, I’m talking about you beating yourself up over something that's just a part of the process. Her quirk was-”

“I don’t give a shit! Get the hell out of my-”

“You’re falling behind.” 

Silence. You could hear a pin drop.

Midoriya quickly kept on. “You never go beyond anymore. Usually, we can hear you practicing in the arena by yourself or with Kirishima, but we haven’t heard you in weeks and Kirishima hasn’t heard from you. There was even an opportunity to shadow a pro hero and you didn’t take it-”

“I don’t need to follow some nobody-”

“No. It’s like you’re depressed or something.” Midoriya bravely interrupted. “It’s like you’re giving up.”

Bakugo's eyes widened, a sudden fire in his chest blazed with determined violence. Sparks spewed from his hands, his eyes set on the green target standing before him. He dared not allow himself to give up or be the laughing stock of the school. He would burn in hell before assuming a role like that.

Midoriya stood his ground, refusing to concede, and determined to face down the inferno before him. He knew being honest with his friend would reward him with something like a bloody nose, but he was determined to anyway, especially if it would help Kacchan in the end.

Bakugo was known for his prideful and arrogant disposition, but this encounter with Midoriya shook him. The younger prodigy’s comments caused the blonde to be infuriated and bitter, but only temporarily. Deep down inside, Bakugo knew there was some substance to the accusation, and it made him feel weak. His energy and willpower were dwindling, leaving him tired, exhausted, and lacking the spark that he always relied on to make him feel like the powerhouse he always saw himself as.

He no longer felt like he could truly measure up, and he hated that.

The sparks in his hands barely left a trace of smoke, leaving Bakugo feeling a mixture of grief and rage.

“I’m not giving up.” He mumbled before roughly pushing past Midoriya and exiting the building.

—

Bakugo took a walk, wanting to occupy his thoughts. He came to a beautiful forest clearing and sat down, leaning back on his elbows, to gaze up at the stars. Despite his efforts to keep his thoughts away, they still came to him on their own.

“It’s like you’re giving up.”

It was Deku that said that to him. That useless fucker told him he was the one slipping through the cracks. He angrily kicked at a rock near his foot.

“I’m not giving up, damn Deku.” Bakugo said out loud. “I’m just getting started.”

His ears suddenly pricked and his attention focused on soft, sneaky footfalls that came from a nearby spot to his left.

Bakugo warily looked around as he stood up, his senses fully alert now. A plan instantly materialized in his mind before an unexpected loud yell came from somewhere behind him. A dark shadow suddenly came hurtling towards him, which he barely dodged in time. He released a blast in that direction then was grabbed from behind. He was just about to unleash a full explosion when he heard a familiar voice.

“Ah! Okay, ouch! What the heck, Bakugo?!”

“Hey, man! Chill out!” 

“Kaminari?” Bakugo narrowed his eyes in the now illuminated darkness, as the tree that took the full brunt of his quirk was now on fire. He watched as Kaminari hurriedly extinguished some lit sparks from his hair. The other voice came from behind. ”Kirishima?” Bakugo yelled, confused as hell. “What the hell are you two idiots doing?”

Kirishima released him and put his hand behind his own head apologetically. “We heard you were out here so we all came to see what you were doing.”

Bakugo's eyes darted behind the red head to see the faces of Deku, Sero, and Todoroki, who was icing the part of the tree Bakugo set on fire.

“Sorry not sorry!” Kaminari smiled, still picking at his hair. “But I couldn't pass up on the opportunity to scare the pants off of you.”

“I almost killed you, idiot.”

“But you didn't!” Kaminari winked, throwing a thumbs up.

Bakugo scowled and shoved his hands into his pockets, turning his back to them. “You’re all morons.”

 He began walking but Kirishima grabbed his arm. “I’m just going to be straight with you, man. All of us are worried about you.”

Bakugo jerked his arm out of his grip. “Worry about yourselves.”

“We know you’re not okay, dude.” Kaminari spoke up. “You haven’t exploded anyone in weeks. That must be a personal record.”

The others nodded, sharing grunts of agreement.

Bakugo growled. “Do you want me to exploded you? Is that it?” Sparks flew wildly out of his hands. “I can take all of you losers without even blinking!” 

“Let's do it.”

Everyone looked at Kirishima confused, including Bakugo. 

Sero rose his hand as if he were in class. “Five against one? What’s that going to do?”

“He just said he could take us all, so lets do it. But let's make it interesting.” Bakugo saw Kirishima's smile and returned his gaze with sharp, dagger-like eyes. A challenge, even one that seemed suspicious, wasn’t in Bakugo’s blood to refuse.

"What?" Bakugo replied testily. He hated how they all looked at him with pity, as if he was some broken or beaten-down puppy. But he was far from defeated, and he could destroy them all if he wanted to. He would prove each of them wrong, even if it meant blasting them to charred pieces.

Kirishima thought for a moment before answering. “If you win, then we’ll leave you alone. If we win, then you have to let us help you.”

Midoriya knew exactly what Kirishima was trying to do. Bakugo couldn't hope to take them all on at once. There was too much power in this group for him to handle on his own. But, as Midoriya knew too well, Bakugo wouldn't back down.

The angry blonde had been distracted lately, and he was so focused on proving his strength and ability that he might not fully grasp the possibility of failure. Midoriya knew that a challenge like this could finally give them the opportunity to break through to him.

Bakugo turned his nose up, seconds away from refusing before Kirishima added the cherry on top. 

“Unless you think you can't?”

Bakugo's explosions ignited, and he sent a powerful blast towards Kirishima, who hardened himself in response and took the hit. Then, he sent a second blast towards Deku, Todoroki, Kaminari, and Sero, who were all standing together. Todoroki threw up an ice wall to block the group from the explosion. The ice wall took the blast and was shattered into sparkling pieces as the explosion dissipated.

Kirishima barreled towards Bakugo who used his quirk to send himself flying into the air. Todoroki instantly leveled with him on the right, raising his right arm. To the left, Bakugo spotted Kaminari still on the ground and sparking with electricity. Sero was next to Kirishima, face scrunched in focus as he held fast with some tape, and Deku had used his quirk to quickly speed behind Bakugo on the ground, so the blonde was covered on all bases. All of them seemed to have coordinated a plan for their attacks without even a warning that Bakugo was going to attack.

They planned this. 

In that moment of clarity, Bakugo knew he was going to lose.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try like hell anyway.

He shot his hand up and quickly used his blasts to send him back to the ground. Kaminari and Sero released their quirks at the same time, missing Bakugo and hitting each other. The blonde could hardly land on the ground before he was body slammed hard by Kirishima, tumbling unceremoniously onto his side. Deku jumped up and tried to kick him, but Bakugo grabbed his leg, throwing him in a random direction right as he was was tackled again by Kirishima who was trying to get a grip over the blonde’s wrists.

Bakugo wasn’t stupid, he knew he wasn’t going to win this fight. He also knew his friends weren’t going to leave him alone, but passing up an opportunity to fight them? He’d never done that, no matter his mental state.

Bakugo screamed and set off a blast all around him, knocking Kirishima off of him. 

Through the dust and sparks, his eyes widened as he saw Todoroki appear in front of him with his right arm raised, a short burst of ice that was too fast to dodge caught Bakugo’s hand. The blast was harsh, knocking him back a few steps. He slammed his hand onto the ground, using his quirk at the same time to break it. He threw his arm out to Todoroki but his large blast was averted when strong tape closed around his wrist and yanked it backwards. 

He glared harshly at Sero, who waved at him, looking nervous. Bakugo’s hands sparked explosively, ready to wipe them both out with a single blast before he suddenly cried out as Kaminari’s quirk seared through him, paralyzing him leaving a hot metallic taste in his mouth. 

He was stuck for a few seconds, but it was enough. Deku flew in out of nowhere and delivered a hard kick to his chest, making him fall flat onto his back. Kirishima immediately grabbed his wrists, hardening himself in time for a large explosion to overtake them both. Todoroki covered the others protectively with an ice wall, which shattered and exploded around them, falling around them like burnt snow.

Bakugo’s hands smoked and steam rose off of Kirishima’s body, but he was still holding the other. Bakugo cursed and readied himself for another round, but was quickly stopped when he felt tape wrap tightly around his wrists then ice following enveloping his hands in a large block that covered his arms from his fingertips to his elbows, securing him tightly to the ground with his wrists raised slightly over his head. Midoriya, and Kaminari jumped over to his legs, trying to restrain them as he kicked and cursed wildly.

It was over.

Everyone around him was breathing hard, trying to wrestle a feral and partially restrained Bakugo, who was still fighting despite the obvious. A hand was gently placed on his shoulder.

 “It’s over!” Kirishima shouted, trying to speak over his aggression. “Stop fighting, we won.”

Bakugo shook his head and cursed. “Get the hell offa me!”

“No!” Everyone yelled in unison. 

“I said get off!” There was a small chip in his voice. 

Everyone paused and looked at each other, worriedly. Kirishima put both hands on Bakugo’s shoulders and pressed them firmly to the ground. “Bakugo, stop!”

He did. He just laid there silently, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. He was no longer struggling and no longer spewing hateful words. He was defeated.

But most of all, he was tired.

Silence lingered. Kirishima was the one to break it.

“We’re going to be real with you, man.” Kirishima started, easing up on his grip. “We’re all worried about you. You haven’t acted like yourself in weeks. You’re acting like you’re giving up on becoming the number one hero. You walk around as if someone killed your dog, man and its gotta stop. ”

Bakugo stayed silent for a while. “I’m not giving up.”

“Could have fooled us.” Kaminari mumbled, earning a glare from the blonde.

“Hate to break it to you, dude but you might be depressed or unmotivated or something.” Sero shrugged as a matter of factly. 

“You need support and you need it from your friends.” Todoroki deadpanned.

Midoriya stayed quiet and observed from the back, knowing his input could set the blonde off in a different way.

Bakugo knew deep down that they were right. He would never admit it out loud, but he was unmotivated, stuck in an endless cycle of self-hate and criticalness. Before the circuit, he was convinced that he had mastered all of his weaknesses and found ways to overcome them. Whether it was a new support item or modifications to his hero uniform, he felt unstoppable with every step he took forward. He felt as if he had everything under control, until such a trivial and unconventional weakness he hadn’t thought about since childhood nearly had him begging at the hands of a girl that didn’t even lay one finger on him. Technically he won that battle, but in his mind he lost.

Just like that damn sports festival.

Bakugo shifted uncomfortably, having reached his limit with everyone’s hands and eyes all over him. “Fucking whatever! Fine.” He grunted before he could stop himself.

Sero and Kaminari gasped, making Bakugo want to immediately retract his statement.

“Manly!” Kirishima whooped, shaking the blondes shoulders ceremoniously.

“Now let me up.” Bakugo demanded, pulling at his arms, unable to feel his hands anymore due to the cold.

Everyone’s smiles disappeared, and they looked at each other again. Bakugo noticed the looks and frowned.

“What?”

Kirishima smiled sadly. “I’m sorry, man. You're not going to like this but,” The red head paused, stealing a glance at Midoriya. “We’re going to help you.”

Bakugo growled. “What the hell does that mean? Just let me up!”

Kirishima braced himself. “We’re going to tickle you.”

Bakugo blanched. 

“No.”

“It makes sense.” Kaminari spoke up. “We can get your endurance up.”

“Eat shit and die.” 

“It could work.” Todoroki agreed. 

“Are you all deaf or something? I said no!”

“Damn it, Kacchan!” Midoriya yelled. He got up from his position and stood over him. “This is messing with you because you give it power. I know you feel like it’s a big deal, but it’s not the end of the world.” Midoriya’s voice was firm and confident. “You’re not weak Kacchan, but the way you’re acting is.”

Bakugo’s face turned red. With anger or embarrassment, Midoriya didn’t know or care, so he continued. “I’ve never known you to give up on anything, even when things seemed impossible. If you give up on this, you won’t improve. And you could become a liability; the weakness on someone else’s team.”

Everyone was slack jawed. Kirishima even leg go of Bakugo’s shoulders. The angry blonde looked as if he was about to explode, staring at Izuku with eyes that dripped with venom. 

After a few minutes, he finally spoke through gritted teeth. “Then fucking get it over with.” 

Everyone looked at each other then at Midoriya. His eyebrows were raised in shock, as if he wasn’t expecting his friend to even hear anything he said. Everyone shared his moment of shock before nodding at each other and moving. 

Bakugo’s heart pounded in his chest when Midoriya moved to sit next to Todoroki, who applied more ice to his already tightly restrained arms. Sero and Kaminari reinforced their hold on his legs and Kirishima sat criss crossed next to him. In a soft voice, he started speaking. “We’re just going to see how long you can last, and we’ll work from there. The safe word is red. Say that if you can’t take it anymore.”

“This is stupid.” Bakugo huffed. “I don’t need a damn safe woh-!”

Sudden light scribbles over the fabric covering his sides forced his mouth closed as Kirishima tentatively used the tips of his blunt nails to lightly scratch at the area. The blonde cringed and furrowed his brow. If Kirishima had a magnifying glass, he would be able to make out other’s nose twitching, the action so minuscule it seemed wrong to even notice it. Kirishima moved his nails to his stomach, where more noticeably, Bakugo’s body tensed. Kirishima resisted the urge to smile, knowing the blonde would put a stop to this immediately if he sensed any amusement from either one of them.

As soon as Kirishima’s devil nails touched down on Bakugo, the blonde instantly instantly regretted consenting to it. His wardrobe wasn't the least bit protective, sporting a simple black tank top and lose fitting sweatpants. When Kirishima grazed his fingernails over the sides of his hips, he involuntarily yanked at his arms hard, cracking some of the melting ice. Midoriya and Todoroki reinforced their grip on his elbows and biceps, forcing him to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent cursing them out, more worried about laughter spilling out than actual words.

Jolts of ticklish energy moved through his body, striking him at random like lightning in the form of twitches and jolts. Somehow he felt more sensitive, Kirishima’s soft fingers already driving him up the wall. He growled out loud when Kirishima struck a soft spot right above his hip bones and the red head paused before lightly spidering his fingers there. Bakugo tried to pull his legs to his chest but Sero and Kaminari where right there to prevent it. 

“Fuck this,” He mumbled, shaking his head. “I changed my MiHIND!” He cursed at the high pitched yelp that flew out of his mouth when Kirishima nicked one of his lower ribs. He shook his head again and pulled at his arms, face burning. “Did you h-hear me, idiot? I said-”

Kirishima’s big hands closed around his ribs and squeezed, causing the angry blonde to writhe and arch to the side. He wanted to open his mouth and tell him to stop, but he couldn’t get past the closed mouth grunts and giggles that wanted to slip past his tightly pursed lips. Bakugo started struggling, less from the sensations currently driving him mad and more by the need to escape. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on anything else.

The wind, the noise the trees made when it passed, the crickets-

His eyes suddenly shot open when he felt fingers in both of his armpits. He ripped himself from his meditation to lock eyes with Deku and Todoroki who were lightly tickling his armpits at the same softness as Kirishima. He spluttered and started yanking at his arms for a different reason now, but all for the same goal.

Kirishima looked up and locked eyes with the others. Bakugo almost missed the silent message that passed between the three of them, but before he could protest, they all transitioned from light curious scribbles to harsh and rough ones. Kneading, pinching, and scratching up and down his ribs and in and around his armpits.

Bakugo let out a bark of surprised laughter before soundlessly thrashing.

Kirishima used his fingers to keep a good grip on the blonde’s sides while his thumbs got to rotating, kneading right into the groves and ridges of his ribcage. Kirishima rotated his thumbs into wide circles, then would randomly pinpoint a small section that he would focus on, driving the blonde crazy with its unpredictability. Midoriya knew exactly which buttons to push, forcing the blonde to inch away from him the most despite similar treatment on his other side. Midoriya knowingly teased and traced around Bakugo’s death spot, and he was hyper aware of the fact that Midoriya had the golden ticket and how close he was to cashing it in.

“You…Mother…f-fucking NERD!” Bakugo hissed when Midoriya faked out scratching at his death spot, instead going around it.

“He’s not even paying attention to me. Midoriya, what are you doing?” Todoroki talked as if he was asking about the weather or a homework assignment, not like he was in the middle of trying to wreck his friend.

Bakugo shot Midoriya a world shattering glare, but Midoriya just smiled and shrugged, not wanting to be the one to reveal his childhood best friend’s weak spot. “You just have to look, I guess.”

“Okay.”

Todoroki picked up the pace, searching for a spot that would produce a similar reaction. Once Todoroki’s wiggling fingers descended towards the bottom of his armpits, Bakugo gasped and shifted away, causing the half and half hero to look at Midoriya with deadpanned victory. 

“I got it.”

Todoroki nodded at Deku, then at Kirishima. A silent agreement passed between the boys and Bakugo’s eyes widened as soon as he caught onto it.

 “Wait, fuck stop! You- Agh! No no NOO! WAHAIHAIHAIHAIHAIIT!” He screamed, arching his back and trying his best to kick his legs out of his friend’s tortuous grip. “AGGHAAH! AAHAHAHAHAHA WHAHAT THE HEHEHEHEHHELL?! NAH! STAAAHAHAHAHAHP!”

Bingo. Todoroki and Midoriya massaged the spot right above his ribs and below his underarms. Kirishima closed his hands into fists and started knuckling the bottom half of his ribs. Bakugo’s laughter went up a few pitches and he jerked around hysterically, attempting to buck his hips and free his arms and legs. He felt cool water rolling down his arms and to his frustration, even that tickled.

“STAHAHAHAHAP, YOU BASTARDS!” 

Black smoke rose from holes in the ice and Todoroki stopped to reapply it. Bakugo didn't even notice the break, due to Midoriya absolutely letting him have it on his other side. Bakugo sneered and cursed, face scrunched in delirious hilarity. Kirishima’s devious fingers wiggled down Bakugo’s torso, testing new areas for reaction. His sides caused him to writhe depending on the pressure, but he could explore that later. Once kirishima’s fingers graze over his hipbones, Bakugo threw his head back and let out an uncharacteristic shriek. Kirishima frowned, confused for a moment before looking over to see Kaminari and Sero messing with the undersides of his knees. Chucking to himself, He watched Bakugo try and fail to kick his legs, shaking his head and bucking his hips.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! FUCK! GEHEHEHT OFF MEHEHEHEHE!”

He slammed his head on the ground, his face and neck turning a dark shade of red.

Without warning, Midoriya and Todoroki doubled their efforts. Not wanting to be outdone, Kirishima doubled down as well. Kaminari and Sero chuckled at Bakugo’s hilarious reactions and started teasing the top of his knees as well as the bottom. Bakugo’s laughter stayed the same but his thrashing increased, throwing Kaminari around as the electric hero lost his grip a few times.

Bakugo’s laughter became desperate. The spidering along his hips, the fingers in his underarms, the knuckling along his ribs, the annoying and jolting tickles on both sides of his knees and the massage along his death spot was way too much. Through a frustrated yell, his struggling doubled and the ice crackled again, bits and pieces flying off in jagged layers. 

“AAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAH! SHIT! SHIHIT OKAY! RAHAHAHA- REH- REEHEHEHEHEHHED! RED DAMN IT SSTAHAHAHAHAHHAPP!” 

Everyone’s fingers stilled and Bakugo’s entire body slumped, head pushed back, defeated.

“Alright man,” Kirishima started. “That was 4 minutes.”

“I can understand why you think it’s a weakness.” Kaminari stifled a giggle.

“Yeah, dude you're like, super ticklish.” Sero chuckled, nudging Kaminari.

If Bakugo’s face had been able to blush any further, it would have.

“Shut… up.” He gasped. “Get this damn ice offa me.” 

Everyone let up. Todoroki melted his ice and Sero cut his tape. When Bakugo was free, he sat up and dusted himself off. He rubbed his hands together warming them and resisted the urge to smack and rub his body to make the phantom sensations go away. 

Everyone was looking at him, expectedly, wondering if they had went too far. Bakugo picked up on it and groaned. “The fuck are you all gawking at?”

Kirishima clapped his hands together once, eagerly. “Alright well, I say we set up some training sessions! Come up with different challenges that Bakugo would have to face and track his progress.”

“One could be an interrogation! Someone could give him a set of numbers and he would have to hold onto it until a time limit expires.” Sero shrugged.

“One could include combat training.” Todoroki quietly suggested. “We could spar and see if it affects how he fights.”

“Then after a while we could do this again and see if he can last longer!” Sero concluded.

“So it’s about endurance?” Kaminari asked.

“Well, yeah.” Kirishima answered. “That means he’s going to have to get tickled. A lot.” Kirishima felt a small twinge of guilt as he looked at Bakugo, realizing that the blonde's plight was indeed a humorous one, but he also recognized the severity of the situation. He had never viewed being ticklish as anything more than a harmless and fun activity, but he could see that it affected Bakugo differently, which made him want to reach out and be there for him. 

Kirishima had no idea what exactly his friend was feeling, but he intended to support him in whatever way he could. “You have to be willing, Bakugo or this isn’t going to work. You can say yes or no and we won’t push you, but know that this will help you, and it will help you improve rather than hold you back.” 

Bakugo finally looked up at the group, and exhaled tiredly. It was not an angry, irritated, or upset sigh, but one of pure exhaustion.

“Fine.” He conceded, rolling his eyes as everyone’s faces lit up in happy surprise. “No one finds out about this. I mean it, assholes. Got it?” 

Everyone nodded enthusiastically and Bakugo huffed.

The tired blonde stood up and stretched, narrowing his eyes at everyone, gaze lingering on a nervous green headed nerd. “Who told you losers I was out here?”

Without an ounce of hesitation, Sero pointed at Deku, who squawked at the other in betrayal. Bakugo’s eyes flash red and he set off some small explosions in his hands. “Run. Run hard and fast.”

Deku wasted no time, tripping over himself as he rapidly climbed to his feet and ran away, yelling some sincere sounding apologies behind him with Bakugo right on his ass.

Everyone laughed and Kirishima sighed contently. 

Bakugo was back. 

˚ · • . ° .

Part 3

[jungkwok]

toy | jeon jungkook oneshot | hogwarts au

◤━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━◥

pairing: jungkook x y/n tags: implied smut, playboy!jungkook, hogwarts au, slytherin!jungkook word count: 840 words

◣━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━◢

Y/n walked in sheepishly into the classroom, ducking her head and trying to ignore the curious stares from her classmates. Professor Snape stood like a statue next to the blackboard, glaring down at her crumpled uniform, inside-out cloak and missing tie. 

“20 points from Slytherin,” he seethed, swishing his long, black cloak and turning to the board to continue the Potions class. 

“Bloody hell…” Y/n pretended not to hear Suga’s groaning, muttering an apology before quickly taking her seat next to Jungkook.

“Here, take my tie,” whispered Jungkook, instead wrapping his emerald-green and silver scarf around his neck. 

“Thanks.” Y/n smiled meekly. 

“Why didn’t you wake me up??” she said, straightening her collar and wrapping the tie around her neck, “When did you leave the dorms?”

“You were pretty much knocked out after last night; I didn’t want to wake you up,” Jungkook responded, smirking sexily. 

Y/n bit her lip, blushing, and tried to focus on the Potions lesson. She couldn’t afford to waste any more time on the Slytherin hearthrob and playboy Jeon Jungkook anymore; she was almost failing this class and OWLS were approaching next month. 

Just as she was hurriedly jotting down the notes on the board, forcing herself to stay awake to Snape’s droning voice, she could feel Jungkook’s rough hand place itself on her upper thigh.

“What are you doing?” y/n loudly whispered.

“Miss y/n, quiet!” Snape yelled. 

Smirking once more, Jungkook raised a finger to his lips, eyes playfully gleaming like they did under the flickering candle on the bedside table last night. Y/n pressed her knees together, apologising and shuffling away from Jungkook’s seat.

Soon enough, the hand was back on her thigh, moving up until his sensual fingers were touching the sides of her hips. 

Y/n tried her best to concentrate on the lesson, squirming in her seat, trying to block out memories of last night and instead on transformation potions. 

His hands moved towards her waist, feeling for her cloak pocket.

He smirked again. 

“I see you’ve brought the toy”. Even though y/n was looking towards the blackboard, she could practically feel his prideful amusement. 

“Shut up.” she whispered forcefully. 

“Miss y/n and Mr Jungkook. Detention for the both of you.” Snape snapped. 

“Now she’s done it.” Suga groaned.

Y/n rolled her eyes, slapping Jungkook’s hand from her and shuffling further away. She was not looking forward to spending an hour with this silly silly boy after class. She would not make the same mistake from last night again.

—

“Dismissed. Mr Jungkook and Miss Y/n must stay behind to clean up the ingredients cupboard.” Snape swished his cape and left the classroom. 

“Ugh, I can’t believe this! I barely have enough time to study for OWLS!” y/n groaned, opening the cupboard to find a mess of vials and jars. 

“You had enough time to play with me last night,” the smartass retorted, arms crossed and leaning against the table. He was unfairly hot.

“Whatever. Let’s hurry up and get this over and done with,” said y/n, rolling up her sleeves.

They got to work on the cupboard, rearranging the fallen books and organising the jars by date and substance. Thirty minutes in, their cloaks were covered in unknown grime and dust. Tired, y/n plopped herself on the desk, taking a break from the bending and arranging. Jungkook followed, sitting beside her on the same desk. Shoulder-to-shoulder, she could smell the scent of his musky cologne that he probably received as a gift from some “ABG”, as Jack Harlow puts it.

Leaning closer, he purred into her ear, “Why don’t we play with that toy in your pocket.”

“No.” Y/n turned away, “I want to hurry up and go study.” She crossed her arms, trying to appear stern, but they both knew her true desires. 

“Come on baby girl, just one round,” he said, hand sneaking around her waist to pull her closer to him. Y/n could feel her heartbeat quicken, memories of last night flashing through her mind like a short film. She pretended not to notice as Jungkook reached for her cloak pocket, retrieving the toy and placing it in her hand. 

“Go on, let’s play kitten,” Jungkook whispered, breathing hot on her neck.

“I… fine….” 

She turned to face him, ignoring his smirk. 

“Just one round, okay?” y/n said, taking off her cloak and throwing in on the ground, forgotten. 

“Just one round.” he said, unravelling his scarf and undoing his top button. 

She skilfully shuffled the UNO cards, handing him 10 before taking 10 for herself. 

“Oh, it’s so on.” she said, rolling back her shoulders, “Ready to get crushed again?”

“That’s only because you were cheating last night! I swear you only took 8 instead of 10 cards!”

“That sounds like something a sore loser would say,” y/n poked her tongue at him. 

And just like that they started playing UNO, detention forgotten and laughter filling the classroom. 

[hamiltonaf]

Day Off | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Female Reader

Requested: @megannandrewss

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: Major fluff

A/N: I hope you babes enjoy this. I’ll hopefully be free soon to start taking requests - I will post when you can do so. Much love .xo

It was a Monday, post match day, which means Kylian’s off for two days before he has training. As much as I love having Kylian at home, it sucked that reality kicks in and I have no choice but to study for finals that are in a week’s time. I feel awful deep down to pretty much abandon him for the day, but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.

I was up by 7:30, the earlier I start then the earlier I would be finished. I groaned and turned over to my bedside table to switch off my alarm, Kylian’s loose grip around my waist had tightened as he pulled me closer against his chest. “Why are you up so early ?” He mumbled into my hair. “I have to study today Ky” I said as I placed my arm over his and played with his fingers. “Noo” he groaned. “Sorry babes” I pouted as I turned around in his grasp to place a kiss on his nose.

“Don’t go yet” he said with his eyes still shut. “Ky I love you but I really have to go study” I pursed my lips. “Studying can wait, these moments are more precious” he said as he tried to pull me closer and held me tighter. I sighed as I gave up arguing with him. “Only 10 minutes” I said which he hummed in reply.

10 minutes had turned into half an hour. I felt time was racing against me and I was losing. It’s as if all these past few days I didn’t get to study as much as I wanted to and procrastinated instead. Now that I felt like I left things for last minute, my anxiety was getting worse.

After some time trying to fight Kylian’s strong grasp, he eventually let me go which I headed straight to shower first. Once I was dressed in a pair of sweatpants and an oversized shirt, I quickly ate some breakfast and went to my study corner to get started.

I was at peace for an hour at least until Kylian called my name. “I’m here !” I yelled from the end of the dining table. “Aww… I thought you were joking about studying” he pouted as he stood beside me. “Ky, why would I joke about something like that” I furrowed my brows. “I thought you didn’t want to cuddle” he said. “You know that I never deny your cuddles ! Plus, you know me well by now that I’m not a morning person, why would I set an alarm on for 7:30”

“Ooh I actually forgot about that…anyway, when will you be done ?” “Not anytime soon unfortunately. Please don’t wait on me, you’re more than welcome to go out and leave me” I suggested. “Are you kicking me out of my own house ?” He raised a brow. “What ? No !” I said defensively. “I’m just joking… I’m not going to leave you alone. I planned for us to spend the whole day together. If it means me spending time alone to myself or even watch you study until I’m free, so be it” he shrugged. “Cute. But babe you really don’t have to-“ “I want to. I feel like we’re never alone so I’ll just wait” he sighed. “You’re really the best” I smiled at him as he then pecked my lips. “I know” he grinned before walking away.

I did the 20-10 study method - 20 minutes of studying and 10 minutes of a break - which was very effective considering how my last 4 hours went by so quickly. I was pretty satisfied to be done since I covered 1 whole module in a day. As I was wrapping up my work, Kylian yelled from the hall, “Okay that’s it now ma chérie. I played with Achraf for more than 3 hours now. Call it a day please” he pleaded as he finally stood beside me. “I can’t Kyky, I need to study until the evening before I’m all yours” I lied. “You’re lying” he grinned. “No I’m not” I cracked a smile. “Hmm okay, well I’d like to see you study now” he said before attacking my ribs by tickling me.

“No Ky stop !” I yelled in between a fit of giggles. “Never !” He yelled as he continued to tickle me then moving to my neck. I managed to get up from my seat and ran towards the couch. It was pretty much like a game of tag as he chased me around the lounge. Of course he’s faster than me. Once he caught a hold of me, he threw me over his shoulder and laid me down on the couch whilst straddling me. “Please stop with the tickles, I can’t breathe” I said as I caught a hold of his wrists. “Only if you are done studying for the day” he said. “I’m all yours.”

“That’s more like it” he smiled as he sat beside me and pulled me to sit upright to cuddle him. “So what did you plan for us to do today ?” I asked as I laid my head on his chest. “Well, anything really. Besides spending time with you, I wanted us to do something to relieve your stress” he said as he played with my hair. “Awww Kyky” I sat up and pulled him in for a sweet kiss. He smiled at the gesture before continuing to say, “I know how you are for finals, at the same time I don’t want you overworking yourself, you deserve a break. More importantly, I deserve to spend time with my girlfriend.” “Very very valid” I nodded along to what he said.

When we finally settled on a movie, I murmured “How did I get so lucky ?” “What did you say ?” He asked. “How am I so lucky to have someone like you ?” I pouted. He smiled, “No no ma chérie, I’m the lucky one.” “No, Kylian. I am” I raised my voice and played along. “Babe just shut up, I’m the lucky one. Case closed” he said as he pulled me closer to his chest and placed kisses on my forehead.

[sarahisgay01]

Defiant Facade

Minors DNI (18+ Only!!!)

Dom!Nancy x Sub!Fem!Reader

Prompt: “It’s hot when you talk back.” @sparklingsin

Notes: Nancy and Reader are in an established relationship, choking, degrading, edging, overstimulation, crying

Exams were coming up and you asked your girlfriend, Nancy, to help you study. She’s one of the smartest people you know and she has amazing study tips. Your parents aren’t home for the week, so you asked Nancy if she wanted to spend the night after helping you study and she excitedly said yes. Nancy arrived at your house a little before 5:00pm and the two of you immediately got to studying. It’s now 8:30pm and you haven’t taken a break, not one. The two of you are sitting on your bed, across from each other and she’s been quizzing you with flashcards for at least an hour now. She helped you make them earlier and there had to be at least 100 in her hand. Your brain is starting to get foggy and it can’t handle taking in anymore information. You flop down onto your bed and grunt, “Nance, my brain hurts. I’m jamming information in it and it can’t fit anymore. There is no more space in my brain.” She replies, “I know, sweetheart, but you need to study. Come on, just finish going through these flashcards and then we can stop. Okay?” You can’t take anymore studying, so you tell her, “Nance, I’ve been studying nonstop for three and a half hours, I can’t do anymore.” Nancy tries to convince you and says, “Come on, (Y/N), you can do it, there’s only like 20 flashcards left.” You sit up to look into her eyes and in a defiant tone, you reply, “No, I’m not doing it.” Your response made Nancy’s eyes widen. She looks at you and says, “What did you just say?” and you know its a bad idea, but you stand your ground. Still in your defiant tone, you answer back saying, “I said, no, Nance. No. I’m not studying anymore. I’m done.” Then, you flop back down onto your bed, showing her just how defiant and stubborn you are. Her response was not what you were expecting, you were expecting her to put up more of a fight, but instead, you’re met with silence. After a couple minutes, you sit back up again and decide to break the silence.

You’re more calm now and frankly, more concerned on why Nancy’s not talking, scared you may have made her upset. So, you break the silence and say, “What’re you thinking about?” She replies, “I’m not sure you want to know, (Y/N).” Nancy looks into your eyes and you notice her normal blue eyes are starting to be engulfed by her black pupils. A grin appears on your face and you reply, “Try me.” You watch as her pupils start to grow and she says, “I’m thinking about how much I want to fuck you right now.” Your eyes widen at her bluntness and your defiance starts to slip away. Nancy says, “It’s hot when you talk back”, then her bottom lip finds its way in between her teeth. You say, “Yeah?” and she hums back a, “Mhmmm”, while her eyes trail over your body. Nancy starts to clear off your bed and as she does, she says, “(Y/N), take off your clothes.” You want to see her reaction, what she’ll do if you continue being defiant, so you reply back saying, “Make me.” Seconds later your bed is cleared off and her eyes are staring into yours. She chuckles and says, “Make you? Oh sweetheart, you’re sure you want to continue down this road? It’s not a pretty one.” Your defiance is holding on for dear life, you know it’s going to slip away soon and you’re going to become putty in her hands. She starts making her way towards you and she straddles your lap. Nancy stares into your eyes, awaiting your response, waiting for you to break. Somehow, your tone becomes assertive and you repeat, “Make me.” Upon hearing the phrase, Nancy takes her hand and chokes you. You sharply inhale in response and you can feel yourself becoming more submissive, giving into her. She chuckles meanly and says, “Oh sweetheart, you chose the wrong road. I’m going to ruin you, make that dirty mouth of yours useful, cause you and I both know it’s not being useful right now.” A broken whine escapes your lips and she laughs. Nancy says, “Aw was that- was that a whine? What happened to being all big and bad, (Y/N)? You were so defiant and assertive earlier, sweetheart. What happened?” Another whine leaves your mouth and she fakes a pout. Condescendingly, Nancy says, “Aw, did I break you, baby? What happened to talking back?” Finally, you’re able to muster out some words and all you can choke out is, “Sorry.” Nancy laughs at you again and says, “Sorry? You’re sorry? No no, sweetheart, we’re far past that. Now, if you’re really sorry, you’ll do what I say. Actions speak louder than words, (Y/N). Are you going to listen to me or are you going to keep disobeying me?” You choke out, “L- Listen” and after having her having her hand around your throat for a couple minutes, she releases it. Nancy looks into your eyes and says, “Lets try this again, (Y/N). Take off your clothes for me.” You look down and nod your head saying, “Y- Yes Na- Nance.” Nancy grabs your chin with her index finger and thumb, then raises your face up to look her in the eyes. She condescendingly says, “Sweetheart, no need to be embarrassed, you can’t help that I can turn you into putty that just sits in my hands. It’s not your fault that your facade breaks for me.” Her tone and words elicit a whine from your lips, which makes her laugh. She gets off your lap, then motions her hand to the open area beside your bed and says, “Strip for me, sweetheart.” You quickly get up and strip off your t-shirt, then your sweatpants. When you finish taking those off, you look back at her and mumble, “Every- Everything?” Nancy nods and says, “Mhmmm. Everything, (Y/N).” You nod and say, “Y- Yes Nance.” She grins as she watches you unclasp your bra and slip off your panties. You’re now completely bare, head to toe, in front of her and her eyes trail over your entire body. She says, “So beautiful, (Y/N).” You reply, “Th- Thank you” and you watch as Nancy gets up from your bed.

Nancy walks over to you, staring into your eyes, as she takes her index finger, then pulls down your bottom lip. Her finger slowly continues it’s path down the middle of your body. When her finger makes it’s way to the middle of your chest, you bite your lip, holding back a whine. Her index finger continues down and stops at your hip bone. You whine and Nancy chuckles, then says, “You’re so easy to work up, baby.” Another whine escapes your lips and Nancy says “Such a needy little thing, huh? Go lay down on the bed for me, sweetheart.” You rush over to your bed, saying “Y- Yes Nance.” Once you’re laying there, Nancy positions herself on top of you, her hips on top of yours. She leans down, acting like she’s going to kiss you, but she hovers over your lips and whispers, “I’m going to fuck you until words can’t even leave that dirty fucking mouth of yours.” You whimper, but that turned into a moan as her lips find a tender spot on your neck. She harshly sucks on your neck, both of you knowing she’s going to leave a dark bruise there. Nancy does this in three different spots on your neck and as she makes her way down your body, her eyes meet yours. She says, “Need to mark you up, want you to see them and think of how I broke you.” You whimper and she stops moving down your body, once her mouth was level with your chest. She takes her mouth to one of your nipples, then bites it, not too harshly, but enough for you to feel a bit of pain. You sharply inhale and moan out, “Fuck Nancy.” She hums and starts to rapidly flick your nipple with her tongue, making your hips buck up. After doing that for 30 seconds or so, she switches to latching her mouth around your nipple and sucks on it. You moan and try throwing your head back, further into the mattress, but it’s impossible. Your hands find and grip your sheets, then she starts to suck harder. You loudly moan out, “Fuck Nance! Fuck!” and your hips buck up higher. Once she’s done sucking on your nipple, she releases, grazing her teeth over it. Nancy then moves her mouth to your other nipple, giving it the same attention. By the time she’s satisfied with playing with your chest, you can feel how wet you are. Your clit is throbbing, needing attention, needing to be touched. Nancy slides her body down yours until her head is in between your thighs. She abruptly spreads your legs out wide and you moan. Nancy giggles and says, “Wow, (Y/N). You’re such a pathetic little thing, huh? I haven’t even touched your pretty pussy yet and you’re already dripping for me.” You’re about to whine, but then feel a finger tap your clit. A breathy moan leaves your mouth and you say, “Fuck.” Nancy’s mouth gets closer to your clit, then she blows on it, making you whine and your hips buck up. She takes her hands and grips your thighs, pushing them down into your mattress. Nancy flattens her tongue and slowly licks a stripe from the bottom of your entrance, all the way up to your clit. You moan out, “Oh fuck, Nance” and then her lips latch around your clit. She sucks on it for a couple seconds, then hums and your hips try and buck up, but Nancy’s grip is too strong. Nancy releases her lips from your clit and says, “Mmmm sweetheart, you taste so fucking good. So sweet, all for me.” You nod rapidly and breathily say, “All for- All for you, Nance.” She hums, then moves her mouth back to your clit, slowly lapping at it.

Nancy knows she’s not going fast enough for you to cum and you start to whine. You loudly whine out begs, saying, “Nance, faster please! Please! Need more, Nance! Please more!” Nancy moves her head away and you whimper at the loss of her tongue on your clit. She says, “Sweetheart, you’re so needy. You need to learn how to be patient. Your pussy belongs to me and I will choose when you cum. Understand?” You whimper, knowing that it’s not going to be anytime soon and say, “Y- Yes Nance.” Nancy grins and says, “Good, now you’ll take what I give you.” You nod and her tongue makes it’s way back to your clit, slowly lapping at it again. Your hips keep trying to buck up and after a couple times, Nancy starts to giggle while she slowly licks your clit. She pulls her head back and looks up at you, then condescendingly says, “(Y/N), it’s so cute that you can’t stop your hips from trying to buck up. So needy and desperate to cum, huh sweetheart?” You whine out, “Please, Nance! Please!” and she just laughs at you, taking no pity on you. Nancy lowers her head back down and teases your entrance with her tongue, humming as she tastes more of your wetness. The vibrations from her hum make you moan loudly, then she shoves her tongue inside your entrance. A louder moan escapes from your lips as she starts to move her tongue in and out of you. You loudly moan out, “Fuck Nance! Oh my god! Nance!” and you start to feel your orgasm in your stomach. Your legs start to shake and Nancy pulls her head back, watching you crumble in front of her. You whine loud, louder than you have tonight and tears form in your eyes. Nancy notices your tears and fakes a pout, then in a condescending tone, says, “Aw baby, were you close?” After making eye contact with her, tears roll down your face and you nod. She replies, “Aw sweetheart, it’s okay. Maybe I’ll let you cum soon.” You whine and your voice cracks, while you say, “Please” with tears rolling down your face. Nancy ignores you and lowers her head again, then starts lapping at your clit. She stops before your orgasm again and you’re now sobbing, but she doesn’t care. This continues on for at least an hour, your cheeks are tear stained and your chin is covered in drool. Nancy is absolutely breaking you and you know it.

Nancy starts to lap at your clit, her name leaves your lips as you moan and your legs start to shake. Somehow, you’re able to choke out “Cl-ose” while sobbing. Nancy releases her grip on one of your thigh, then shoves two fingers inside of you and repeatedly hits your special spot, over and over again. You scream out, “Gonna c-um! Gonna cum! Nance pl-please! Pl-Please Nance!” With her free hand, Nancy taps your thigh once, signaling that you’re allowed to cum. You scream out, “Nance! Nance! Oh fuck! Oh my god! Nan-” and your screaming is cut off by your orgasm hitting you hard. As you’re coming down from your orgasm, your sobbing stops and you’re mumbling “Thank y-you! Th- Thank you!” Nancy doesn’t stop her movements, she starts gradually speeding up her licks of your clit and starts to repeatedly curl her fingers inside of you. Your second orgasm hits you by surprise, making you scream out “Oh fuck Nance!” As you cum again, you’re screams become high pitched. Again, Nancy doesn’t stop, she switches from licking your clit, to latching her mouth around it and sucking. Her fingers slow their speed and you feel that she adds a third finger, then starts pounding them into you. You’re so overstimulated and you start to whimper from her rough touches. You whine and stutter out, “Sensi- Sensitive. Too- Too mu- much.” Nancy ignores you, continuing to suck your clit and pound three of her fingers into you. Your mouth hangs open and the only thing able to leave it are occasional, high pitched, broken noises. You feel your third orgasm forming inside you and seconds later, a loud, broken, high pitched “Nan- ce!” leaves your lips. Your legs start spasming from overstimulation, but that only makes Nancy want to keep going. So again, Nancy doesn’t stop, she starts rapidly licking your clit and continues pounding her fingers into your entrance. You begin sobbing from overstimulation, but your sobs go unnoticed as Nancy continues being relentless with you. Your fourth orgasm makes your entire body arch and shake. As you climax for the fourth time, a noise mixed with a sob, a moan, and a scream, leaves your mouth. Finally, Nancy slows her movements, letting you ride out your orgasm. Then pulls her head up and slowly pulls her fingers out of your entrance. You scream out a sob at the emptiness and Nancy says, “I know sweetheart, I know. You want to suck on my fingers, baby?” You nod your head and soon your mouth is full of her fingers. Nancy lets out a small moan, feeling your tongue swirl around her fingers. Trying to comfort you, she takes her other hand and runs her fingers through your hair. She whispers, “You did so well, (Y/N). You were so good for me. I’ve got you, sweetheart, it’s okay. Just relax for me, baby. I’ve got you.” After about a minute, Nancy takes her hand out of your mouth, then wipes it on her shirt. Then, she takes her shirt off to wipe the drool off your mouth and chin. You’re still crying and overwhelmed, so Nancy holds you close, calming you down. It takes a long moment for you to relax, but once you were able to, you feel extremely sleepy. Nancy notices and in a sickeningly sweet tone, she says, “Sweetheart, are you sleepy?” You nod and yawn, then nuzzle your head into her chest, humming once your comfortable. Nancy says, “(Y/N), we can cuddle really soon, I promise. I just need to clean us up first, angel.” You whine, but roll over and lay flat on the other side of the bed. She says, “I know, sweetheart. I’ll be super quick, I promise. Is it okay if I clean you up before I grab the towel?” She watches as you nod and Nancy replies, “Okay, angel. I’ll be super gentle and try my best not to overstimulate you. Tap me if you need me to stop, okay?” You nod your head and Nancy positions herself in between your legs again.

Nancy cleans up your cum and wetness, being quick, but gentle. She gets up from the bed and stands over you. You realize she’s done and that she didn’t overstimulate you once. Nancy’s being so gentle with you and it’s making your heart melt. When you look at her, you see that her lips and chin are covered in the mixture of your cum and wetness. She says, “I’m going to go grab a towel baby, I’ll be right back”, but before she’s able to walk out of your room, you whine. She turns back to look at you and says, “Baby, what’s wrong?” Still not able to speak, you weakly lift your hand and tap your bottom lip with your index finger. Nancy’s eyes drop into the softest look you’ve ever seen and she says, “You want a kiss, sweetheart?” You rapidly nod your head and Nancy says, “Okay, angel”, then comes back over to you. She leans down, cups a cheek with one of her hands, and kisses you with so much love. The kiss was soft and you hummed as you could taste yourself on her lips. She released from it after running out of breath and you let out a small whine. Nancy took her thumb and lightly swiped it, side to side, on your cheek a couple times, saying “I know sweetheart, but I’ll be right back, I promise. I’m just going to grab a towel.” You nod and she quickly leaves, then returns back less than a minute later. Nancy cleans your pussy with the towel, making sure not to overstimulate you and to be gentle. Afterwards, she cleans off her own face, then tosses the towel in your laundry bin. Since your parents were out of town this entire week, you and Nancy don’t bother trying to put clothes back on you. Nancy takes off her jeans, then turns off the light, and climbs into bed with you. Once she’s comfortable, Nancy lifts her arms and says, “Come here, angel.” You quickly make your way into her arms and nuzzle your head into her chest. Nancy says, “I love you, (Y/N). My sweet angel.” You’re able to mumble out, “I love you, Nance.” Nancy smiles and kisses the top of your head, then starts to run her fingers through it. You fall asleep within a couple minutes, completely exhausted. As you’re falling asleep, you hum into Nancy’s chest, feeling loved and relaxed in her embrace. Nancy falls asleep not long after you, listening to your breathing and thinking about how much she adores you.

Hope you liked this!!🥺💖

[lv-iceprince]

who starts coping my favorite blog‘s work???😠 I mean I have someone in mind but still… I’m so sorry that you have to go through this PLUS the stuff at uni. You deserve so much better……..Lots of love ❤️ and can we please talk about the skz comeback like Felix hair AND FREAKING HYUNJIN???? I‘m biased wrecked so much lately😭😭😭😭

Ahhh look I feel like it's obvious and I was going to call them out by name because I blocked them and they can't copy me anymore unless they logout and look up my blog but still. I mean I probably won't say names today but I do want to say who it is sometime on my blog because copying and ripping someone off is so low. I don't claim my blog is cool or perfect or anything it's just my blog but regardless I PUT SO MUCH PLANNING INTO THE SHIPS, WRITING AND AESTHETICS LIKE COME ON I CAN'T SPEND HOURS DAYS EVEN ON SOMETHING JUST FOR YOU TO COPY IT IN 20 MINUTES!!!!!!!

I will say though still not naming names, but if you know my old blog you will know who it is. They're one of the blogs that I did consider a friend and I've mentioned them on this blog.

I didn't want it to make accusations but here's my evidence just in case I need to state it:

I had an old blog with a certain word in it but technical glitches had me ditching that old blog and starting a new one here. Not long after switching it up to this blog they added this one word into their username, so while I don't own that one word it's a bit tricky now since people don't even recognise me from my old blog and if you start looking up that word you find her instead of my old blog.

The main part of it is the aesthetic, each time I change my aesthetic they change theirs 20 minutes later out of the blue, and their themes are very similar, different colours or different idols but the same idea is there, I do mainly a water dreamy themed summer blog, 20 minutes later their blog has a complete makeover and it's very water themed, not the exact same but very similar nonetheless.

OH MY GOD THIS IS WHERE I BROKE So. I have a certain way of writing, it's just how I write, writing is hard for me if I don't go into detail or get all sentimental with it. It takes me a long time to write but I like the final product. I've had some of you guys say "Wow, I've never seen anybody write like that, you inspire me." I appreciate it but tell me this. Why did said blog who claimed that they would never try to write fics or oneshots or more narrative based things in their ships because of English being their second language start writing one-shot type things in their ships but when you read their writing it has that albeit waffly, dreamy focus on every detail of the moment thing that I do. She didn't state I was an inspiration she just started doing this and one piece of their writing is very veryyyyy similar to my Sun-Kissed Wooyoung fic, change the idol and the scenario slightly but it's still almost an exact replica of mine.

Lastly I just want to preface this by saying this is so disheartening and it's very low to rip people off, I don't want to focus on my follower count because I don't write much due to studying so it's amazing I have 273 followers anyways but when this blog has thousands of followers and still chooses to take the essence of what I want my blog to be that's so low. I don't want to put hard work into my work just so they can take it and get the followers.

Moral of the story? Don't copy other people's work or life, write if you want, be creative but don't copy me. I don't write as much as I want to and if this keeps going I 100% will be overshadowed by this blog if I don't come up with new ways of staying ahead of it.

But enough evidence, case closed.

OH MY GOD ATE HYUNJIN AND ATE FELIX 😭😭 😭

I can't function truly, I'm a strong Felix bias because I had enough emotional problems being a Hyunjin bias. But dude has me in a chokehold, the messy hair, HIS FACIAL EXPRESSIONS HELLO?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! I'm working on a Hyunjin x Male Reader thing and I've already changed up the vibes, I want to just commit and make it about Chk Chk Boom Hyunjin. I'm also considering making an x fem reader version coz we all need enemies with benefits cinematic art hoe Hyunjin in our lives. Man I can't with him. I'm so glad I haven't gotten any stage images on my blog I would logoff for life, my soul would logoff.

It's so hard to stay Felix biased, he is my darling I would never choose another bias.

BUT even if I skip past Hyunjin can I say for me you know who ATE this comeback? HAN JISUNG LIKE HONEY NO YOU DIDN'T NEED TO GO THAT HARD , I'll add Jeongin to that too because WOW?!

.... that just comes down how well they do that hip thrust kick thing Han and his strong hip thrusts have me spiralling, I thought he had frail hips I didn't know he could BOOM if you get what I mean.

ANON PLEASE COME BACK WE NEED TO HAVE A WHOLE BACK AND FORTH ABOUT THIS SKZ COMEBACK I AM DESPERATE

[definitelymyselfreallyiswear]

Alright. I want to post something. I'm not exactly sure why. Maybe there's something appealing about getting these words from my head out into the world. There are a lot of things in my mind today. Well, there always are. So this post will likely be a jumble, jumping from topic to topic. What can I say? I have an ADHD diagnosis. That's probably relevant at this stage. I suppose the most forthright comment pinging around in there is the consideration to increase my antidepressant medication dose. Surprise surprise, the person rambling into Tumblr with no tags or followers is in a depression spiral. Original, isn't it? Ever a trailblazer. And at that, it has happened again. The thing that keeps derailing my thought patterns and ambushing my endeavours. The thing that grips me around the waist and wrenches me into another universe. Well - another time, anyway. Trauma. That fucking poster. If it can be called a poster. It was a photograph, with a caption, inside a frame. I suppose it was a photo print. Whatever. An image of a man walking alone towards the peak of a sand dune, footsteps visible in the sand behind him, his back to the frame. Orange was the overwhelming winner for feature colour in that piece, exceeding even the paper upon which it was printed - the frame was a ghastly shade of orange which attempted to draw the eye away from the piece and instead to its surroundings; and what a relief that would have been. Below the image, the caption, "Always set the trail. Never follow the path." That is burned into my mind. Whoever thinks that artwork in homes has no impact has clearly not lived through the ages of No Internet. I stared at that piece in every possible configuration. I stared at it while lying on the floor, feeling the harsh red fibres of the rug against my skin and the small stones of dirt in my hair. I needed to vacuum. My abdomen was exposed in this position. But at least my back was not turned, this time around. I stared at it while hanging upside down from the seat of the couch, my heels over the backrest and my head centimetres from the floor. My brother wouldn't stop giggling, which meant that we could be found at any moment and punished for waking the sleeping dragon. I stared at it from the dinner table while robotically chewing spaghetti, cheddar cheese and as little mince meat sauce as I could get away with without a punishment. There was yelling of course, but that was a given. Everything I did elicited yelling. Also, everything I didn't do. And everything in general. I stared at it from the hallway, while stalling my entrance to the living space. The longer I could stay out of arm's reach of the prime couch seat, the better. If pretending to be disproportionately engaged in the piece would allow me to spend a further few minutes with calm, cool skin and a lack of red, smarting handprints, then sign me up. Yes, I would love to know more about this photo. Where is it from? Where is the footpath that he abandoned? I stared at it sideways, from a makeshift pillow while home alone, sick with the flu. I couldn't stand without shaking, this time around. I had sick in my hair, but I couldn't get in the bath without my teeth chattering so hard that it hurt my face. It wasn't until 20 years later that I learned that was not the flu. I still don't know what it was. I stared at it from beneath, standing as close as I dared to the gas heater beneath the mantle. Or the ‘mantle piece,’ as we called it then. From here, especially as I grew taller, I could make out the fine lines of detail in the sand dunes; the way the folds gave way to the influence of the wind.

From this short distance, I studied the man in the centre, wondering if it was in fact the dragon as a young man – an adventurer, somebody of great conviction and ambition.

Slyly, slowly, with small, inconspicuous movements, I raised my hands to the 'mantle piece.' I gripped the ledge and stretched my elbows upwards - just enough that they were not in view of the television, but that I was able to slouch down and place my head beneath the level of my right elbow and peer through the gap. A way to glance, quickly, briefly, at the dragon, without notice or consequence. I promptly straightened, having confirmed my suspicions. No, the dragon was not the adventurer in a past life. It was not the same man. The man in the picture was another ideal; a deity to strive towards but never reach. And the dragon was not holy.

Today, the flashbacks are winning. They are relentless, after all. And my opportunity for reprieve was removed. I suppose I chose to spread this joy instead. Enjoy, ether.

[queen-of-the-queers]

So. I received an anonymous message today with a link to a post made by a Bughead shipper (who I won't be naming), which listed all of the reasons they hate Tabitha. I thought we could all have a read, shall we? I don't usually do posts like this but this just makes my blood boil.

Number one.

Firstly, Pop's is her diner. Her grandpa put her in charge and she legally owns it, so she had every right to say that! Also, I think it's a perfectly reasonable request of hers to ask him to not use up valuable space in her establishment to just sit, use the free wifi and order coffee without paying for it. Aside from that she didn't know him. She didn't know his history with the diner, who he was or what his deal could be. I seriously wonder, what would you do if you owned a restaurant and a random, sad looking guy walked in and sat there all day, not buying anything?

Tabitha also didn't treat him badly. She made a few very fair requests, then ended up covering for him with debt collectors and offering him a job, simply because she sensed he needed it. If that doesn't scream "good person" I don't know what does.

Number two.

Need I remind you that Tabitha said no initially regarding the shrooms, and was very kind about setting boundaries with Jughead? She communicated in a mature, adult way and I think she should be commended for that.

Furthermore, the only reason she agreed to watch him while tripping was because he already went ahead and bought the mushrooms, and she likely figured he'd be safer doing them with her watching over him than alone. And if you think for a second that his pretending to date him in the Jessica situation was weird or creepy, you clearly haven't watched the same scene I have. Jughead's face screams discomfort. Think of it as the Riverdale equivalent of pretending to be in a relationship with your friend at a bar, so a persistent person they aren't interested in stops asking for a hookup?

Number three:

This wasn't Tabitha's fault, or a reason to hate her?

Betty was the one who handed over the manuscript, and while it wasn't her fault either (both of them had been drugged, give them a break), to demonise Tabitha for explaining this to Jughead is ridiculous!

Number four.

Ok, firstly, to imply that Tabitha somehow coerced Jughead into wanting to become sober is absolutely ridiculous? I won't talk too deeply about alcoholism here because as somebody who has never experienced it/known someone who has, that really isn't my place. But I will say, it is clear that Jughead deeply wanted to become sober. He was miserable, and really not living his best life. And as with most mental health issues, it's very hard to recover alone. He is so lucky to have somebody like Tabitha there for him, who can encourage him to attend his meetings, let him know that she cares and be a confidant. You said it yourself- she helped him in the end.

As for the thing about Tabitha calling him out for having alcohol on his breath... She did it in such a kind and understanding way, a way that encouraged him to open up to her and agree to take further steps in his recovery. I think he really needed that little push. I say this from personal experience, having someone close to you gently call you out on something going on in your life can really help you to understand it better yourself.

Also, how is putting your hand on somebody else's immediately flirting? I do that to my friends all the time, as a gesture of comfort, to show that I'm there for them and feel that we have a strong relationship. Although we now know how Jabitha have progressed, this was something that could very much have been interpreted platonically.

Finally, that night Tabitha went to Betty's house to check on her, for both Betty's and Jughead's sakes, and walked around a dangerous highway with her all night, in order to keep her safe. If that isn't immensely kind of her, I don't know what is.

Number five.

Do you understand how a relationship/friendship works? Both people actually have to support and be there for each other.

I'm so glad we got this moment, of Jughead showing up for Tabitha in a way that emphasised how mutual the trust between them is. He can be vulnerable with her, and her with him.

Being an alcoholic wasn't and will never be Jughead's whole personality. Are you saying, that because he has an addiction, he can't go out for dinner with somebody who has been incredibly kind to him, for one night? Sure, that makes a lot of sense. What's so different about him supporting her through this one, hard meal, to her being there for him for weeks on end? Huh?

Let's also not forget the fact that it was Jughead who asked Tabitha out. And since it was his garage, he was probably the one who invited her there too. You know what? I don't think the issue here has anything to do with Tabitha, or Jughead's wellbeing. I just think that maybe you can't stand the idea of seeing Jughead with anyone but Betty. Did I get it right?

Number six.

I'm so confused, I can't see whether this person does or doesn't like/care about Jughead. One minute it's all "why would you ask an alcoholic to move in with you, that's doomed" and then next it's "he needs to heal, my poor little friend".

Anybody who really cares about Jughead's wellbeing would understand how loving, supportive and kind Tabitha has been to him, and see the trust that has formed between them.

As for the point about them having only had one date, keep in mind that they have known each other for a year now, and have shared regular shifts at Pop's. Despite not having had many formal dates, the bond is there. Though this isn't about Jabitha as a ship, it's about Tabitha as a person.

Closing statement.

You know what? I'm tired. The only part of this statement I'm going to talk directly about is the section where it says "again... we know NOTHING about you. What are you really running from Ms Tate?"

Maybe instead of judging the fact that we know very little about Tabitha as a character, we could all take a moment to consider why that is. And maybe to think about other characters, for example, Toni, also don't get much backstory either. I'm not going to make this about race (because as a white person, I really don't think I'm educated enough to make intelligent comments about this), but it certainly seems as though this issue comes into play with the Riverdale writing. Just a thought.

--

So there you guys have it. Six, nonsensical reasons for hating Tabitha Tate.

And you know what I think? I don't think this is specifically about Tabitha at all. No, I think that this OP can't stand the idea of their lovely Jughead being with anybody apart from a certain blonde- we've seen it already with Toni- whoever the character is, if they get in the way of Bughead, they're hated (and the fact that both of these occasions feature love interests who are women of colour adds a whole other layer to this problem that I won't be going into right now).

Overall I'm so happy we have Tabitha on this show and that Erinn is a member of the cast. They are both beloved by me, and so many others throughout the fandom. I encourage everyone who sees this post to show both the character and actor some love. Erinn's really earned it, having to deal with nonsense like this.

And OP.. keep my wife's name out of your f*****g mouth.

[verytendou]

I think ive been broken im some way bc today a kid in class was obviously unsure about her answer and added “this might be a reach” in front of it and another kid didnt even hesitate when she finished to go “i dont think that was a reach at all. I think that was a really thoughtful insight and it’s impressive you noticed it” and i almost died then and there over how intimate that felt. I wasn’t even the person being validated and hearing that still took me out. Kindness is real huh

[douchebagbrainwaves]

APPARENTLY OUR SITUATION WAS NOT UNUSUAL

Enjoy it while it lasts, and get as much done as you can, because you haven't hired any bureaucrats yet. Sites of this type will get their attention. The fact that there's no conventional number. Don't fix Windows, because the remaining. And what drives them both is the number of new shares to the angel; if there were 1000 shares before the deal, this means 200 additional shares. This is not as selfish as it sounds. For the average startup fails. It spread from Fortran into Algol and then to depend on it happening. Seeing the system in use by real users—people they don't know—gives them lots of new ideas is practically virgin territory.

Auto-retrieving spam filters would make the legislator who introduced the bill famous. When someone's working on a problem where their success can be measured, you win. I was a Reddit user when the opposite happened there, and sitting in a cafe feels different from working. However, the easiest and cheapest way for them to do it gets you halfway there. No one uses pen as a verb in spoken English. We'd ask why we even hear about new languages like Perl and Python, the claim of the Python hackers seems to be as big as possible wants to attract everyone. Conditionals. Poetry is as much music as text, so you start to doubt yourself. Between them, these two facts are literally a recipe for exponential growth. In languages, as in any really bold undertaking, merely deciding to do it. I fly over the Valley: somehow you can sense something is going on.

It's easy to be drawn into imitating flaws, because they're trying to ignore you out of existence. Google. Long words for the first time should be the ideas expressed there. If a link is just an empty rant, editors will sometimes kill it even if it's on topic in the sense of beating the system, not breaking into computers. As long as you're at a point in your life when you can bear the risk of failure. I'm less American than I seem. The distinction between expressions and statements. So perhaps the best solution is to add a few more checks on public companies. Let me repeat that recipe: finding the problem intolerable and feeling it must be true that only 1.

Well, I said a good rule of thumb was to stay upwind—to work on a Python project than you could to work on a problem that seems too big, I always ask: is there some way to bite off some subset of the problem. A company that needed to build a factory or hire 50 people obviously needed to raise a large round and risk losing the investors you already have if you can't raise the full amount. And isn't popularity to some extent its own justification? I realize I might seem to be any less committed to the business. Surely that's mere prudence? The measurement of performance will tend to push even the organizations issuing credentials into line. Number 6 is starting to have a piratical gleam in their eye. About a year after we started Y Combinator that the most important skills founders need to learn. When the company goes public, the SEC will carefully study all prior issuances of stock by the company and demand that it take immediate action to cure any past violations of securities laws. Within a few decades old, and rapidly evolving. I didn't say so, but I'm British by birth. Investors tend to resist committing except to the extent you can.

I'm talking to companies we fund? But if we can decide in 20 minutes, should it take anyone longer than a couple days when he presented to investors at Demo Day, the more demanding the application, the more demanding the application, the more extroverted of the two founders did most of the holes are. We funded them because we liked the founders so much. And such random factors will increasingly be able to brag that he was an investor. You'd feel like an idiot using pen instead of write in a different language than they'd use if they were expressed that way. The safest plan for him personally is to stick close to the margin of failure, and the time preparing for it beforehand and thinking about it afterward. The theory is that minor forms of bad behavior encourage worse ones: that a neighborhood with lots of graffiti and broken windows becomes one where robberies occur. S s: n. Bootstrapping Consulting Some would-be founders may by now be thinking, why deal with investors at all, it means you don't need them.

It's not just that you can't judge ideas till you're an expert in a field. And the way to do it gets you halfway there. Angels who only invest occasionally may not themselves know what terms they want. But the raison d'etre of all these institutions has been the same kind of aberration, just spread over a longer period. If someone pays $20,000 from their friend's rich uncle, who they give 5% of the company they take is artificially low. But because seed firms operate in an earlier phase, they need to spend a lot on marketing, or build some kind of announcer. There are millions of small businesses in America, but only a little; they were both meeting someone they had a lot in common with. We present to him what has to be treated as a threat to a company's survival. S i; return s;; This falls short of the spec because it only works for integers. He said their business model was crap.

I was a philosophy major. Programs often have to work actively to prevent your company growing into a weed tree, dependent on this source of easy but low-margin money. And I was a philosophy major. This leads to the phenomenon known in the Valley is watching them. I definitely didn't prefer it when the grass was long after a week of rain. As many people have noted, one of the questions we pay most attention to when judging applications. I'd like to reply with another question: why do people think it's hard to predict, till you try, how long it will take to become profitable. Raising money is the better choice, because new technology is usually more valuable now than later. The purpose of the committee is presumably to ensure that is to create a successful company?

One recently told me that he did as a theoretical exercise—an effort to define a more convenient alternative to the Turing Machine. This is actually less common than it seems: many have to claim they thought of the idea after quitting because otherwise their former employer would own it. If you look at these languages in order, Java, and Visual Basic—it is not so frivolous as it sounds, however. VCs they have introductions to. VCs ask, just point out that you're inexperienced at fundraising—which is always a safe card to play—and you feel obliged to do the same for any firm you talk to. The lower your costs, the more demanding the application, the more important it is to sell something to you, the writer, the false impression that you're saying more than you have. What happens in that shower?

Thanks to Dan Bloomberg, Trevor Blackwell, Garry Tan, Nikhil Pandit, Reid Hoffman, Geoff Ralston, Slava Akhmechet, Paul Buchheit, Ben Horowitz, and Greg McAdoo for the lulz.

[uglypastels]

Hogwarts idea

Can you make a fic about how Tom sneakes out at night to spend the nights in the readers room (common room/bedroom) he’s a gryffindor and she’s a ravenclaw

Maybe they have a deal with the house teacher of one of the houses. Maybe he tries to hide in her bed as so not to wake the others. Maybe they fall asleep in the common room and have a minor panic when they wake up and it’s morning. Maybe they accidentally switch clothes or one of them steal the others clothes so they walk around with the wrong colors.

love love love love this!!! and I'm sorry it took me so long, I've been in a bit of a writing slump, but this is the best request to get me out of it! thank you <3 and hope you like it. (this got a bit out of hand and I might have changed the ending a lil bit but I hope its good heh)

(gender neutral!reader, I think? at least that's what I went for but if I accidentally missed something just let me know and I'll edit, I'm dumb)

_________________

Being in your seventh year at Hogwarts, with exams just around the corner, was taking up almost every waking minute of your days. Adding the fact that you had your Head Student duties, and Tom had his Quidditch house team to take care of, meaning that you barely ever had time for each other. The only solution, in your young and smitten minds, was that some rules needed to be broken- just a little bit.

It took Tom some time to convince you since you were supposed to be setting the right example for the younger students, but eventually, one gloomy Friday morning, he finally got to you.

"C'mon, love, it will be fun," he had his arm draped around you as you tried to enjoy your breakfast, the looks of your fellow housemates never going unnoticed. There had never been a rule against students eating meals at different tables, and yet, seeing the captain of the Gryffindor team spending all his mornings and evenings at the Ravenclaw table was a strange sight. He preferred your table, he had said one day when you asked, it was quieter. That you could not disagree with. The Gryffindors were always rowdy.

"I don't know Tommy, what if we get in trouble?" you bit the inside of your cheek, as you always did when you got nervous. Tom responded by pulling you in tighter and kissing your cheek, then said:

"That's half the fun of it, darling." His words rushed an array of feelings through you. A part of you started to feel flustered, while the other wanted to shove his face in the large bowl of porridge that stood on the table.

"Please," he looked at you with his usual sad puppy-eyed look. "I feel like never get to see you, y/n. So I'll come over tonight, you can let me into the Rave tower, we'll hang out a bit and then I'll leave- like nothing ever happened. What do you think?"

"I don't know, Tommy-" You tried to keep a straight face, but it was hard to say no to a gorgeous face like his. after a few short moments of silence, you finally agreed, "fine. Be there at 10. Do not be late, Holland."

"I wouldn't dare to waste a second away from you." He kissed you, grabbed a slice of toast (from your plate, of course), and got up.

"Wait, where are you going?" You asked, confused, since breakfast wouldn't end for another 20 minutes.

"I'm kind of late for early detention with McGonagall," he chuckled before running off, toast between his teeth. You just rolled your eyes and finished your meal in peace.

You never really thought that your classes were boring, but that day, every minute seemed to go by at a quarter of its speed. It was as if someone had put a time-stopping hex on you if that even was a thing. You couldn't wait to finish your studies in the library (the scheduled hours at the library was necessary since there was still so much to get through before the NEWTs), so you could make your way back to the Great Hall for dinner. Once there, you immediately were on the lookout for the head of dark brown curls. You stood in the doorway, letting people pass you, but no luck; Tom was nowhere to be seen.

Internally, you already started cursing. It would be just your luck that he'd get attention again for the rest of the night. Why did you have to fall for the troublemaker-

"Aaah!" you shrieked as suddenly your feet were lifted from the ground. Arms wrapped around your middle, and you were spinning around. You wanted to scream more, but you heard the familiar laugh, and it immediately put you at ease.

"Put me down," you laughed. Tom complied without pretence. But his hands remained at your sides as you turned to face him. And then, eagerly, his lips met yours in a chaste kiss.

It was, of course, silly to think that you could have this moment just for yourself, in a hall filled with hundreds of students. Only a few seconds into your kiss, you could hear wolf-whistles around you. Someone, who sounded very much like Tom's friend and team co-captain Harrison, called out from afar: "Get it, Holland!" Tom was quick to put up two fingers in his direction, not paying attention to anyone. But the mood was ruined, and you pulled apart.

"Missed you today," he said softly.

"Missed you, too." You replied. His fingers slipped between yours, and like that, hand in hand, you were already making your way to the Ravenclaw table, but, unfortunately, Tom was stopped when someone tugged at the back of his robes.

"Oi, you dickhead-" but he laughed it off when he saw it was Ben, another friend and member of the Gryffindor team.

"Sorry 'bout that," Ben apologised, "but we're supposed to be holding a team meeting, remember?" He pointed over at the Gryffindor table, and, indeed, the rest of the team was huddled together at the edge of the table. Harrison had gotten up when he saw you and Tom looking, returning the gesture of the two fingers held up in the V-shape.

"Shit, I forgot." Tom brushed his fingers through his hair. He looked at you, eyes already full of regret, and you could tell he was ready to apologise, but you stopped him before he even opened his mouth.

"Don't worry, we'll talk later, yeah." You kissed him on the cheek, "remember, 10."

And miraculously, Tom did remember. As the clock in the Ravenclaw common room struck 10, you heard the faint knock at the other side of the entrance. Of course, Tom knew where and how to access the Ravenclaw tower, but the riddles that the eagle doorknocker asked were at times a bit too hard, bless him.

You pushed the door open, and there he stood. His robes were exchanged for sweatpants and a hoodie. A blue one, you noticed, not that that would help him fit in with the crowd in the common room. Tom had been team captain for the past three years, and his team had not failed to win the cup once since he had even joined the team, to begin with. Everyone in school knew him and adored him. Not even the rest of your house managed to be mad at him (though the Ravenclaw team definitely held a bit of a grudge after a few bad losses over the years).

He stepped inside, and you quickly lead him around the common room up the stairs of the dormitories.

You had heard that years ago, the stairs had a spell on them that stopped the male students from even attempting to step up to the other dormitories. Now, however, this "rule" has been dropped, ever since several students expressed their concerns for the double standards between the male and female student body, as well as the discomfort it might set up for the queer students.

Personally, you thought it would be even better if every student could have their own room, since sharing a space with four other people could get a bit crowded at times and you liked your privacy, but it was understandable that in an ancient building like Hogwarts renovations were not always an option.

Luck struck once more when you opened the door to your dormitory, and it was empty. All of your friends were still out, most likely staring at their books, in the hopes of getting struck with a moment of brilliance that could help them pass their exams. You closed the door, and Tom made himself comfortable in your bed.

It felt like the entire day had already been wasted, not to mention dinner, so you hurried down to your bed, pulling down the curtains of the four-poster, just to get that little bit of privacy you longed for at the end long day. But, of course, it was nothing unusual or suspicious since you often closed your curtains when you were too tired to chat with your roommates.

It was dark with the curtains closed, but Tom was quick to pull out his wand and murmured "lumos" the tip immediately illuminated in soft blue light. The glow was just enough for you to see his face, the goofy grin taking over his features.

"What are you laughing at?" you asked, whispering in case someone would walk in.

"Nothing," he shrugged, "just happy to be here with you."

"You're daft," you laughed.

"Yeah, about you," and with that, he kissed you. The light at the end of his want went out as he dropped between you. His lips were soft and sweet, the pudding that had been served with dinner still lingering on him. He must have stolen a few cookies from the table when it had finished, you thought, to eat later. He often did that.

You stayed like that, cuddling, stealing kisses from one another, for hours, probably. You were never quite sure because eventually, you both drifted off into a slumber. You could have probably slept like that, wrapped in his arms, forever, if it wasn't the bright light peeking through your curtains that was hitting you right in the face. And the whispers. You could hear people talking.

"I swear, they're just the cutest." It was your friend talking.

"But do they really need to do it here?" A second voice said, also familiar to you. "I mean, how many rules do you think they're breaking?"

"Oh shut!" you heard pillows being thrown. Or at least assumed that was what was happening around you. You couldn't be bothered to open your eyes, instead deciding to focus on Tom and his calm breathing. Your head was close to his chest, so you felt it rise with each inhale he took, and you could hear his heartbeat.

It was Saturday, meaning no classes. You had studied every day for the past few weeks, definitely deserving a little break for the day. If you remembered correctly, Tom wouldn't have training until the late afternoon and you could always skip breakfast. If you got hungry before tea, you could always sneak into the kitchens. After all, the two of you had already broken so many rules, what would be the harm in one more.

Ignoring the further whispers of your friends, you snuggled closer to Tom, feeling his arm wrapping tighter around you. Both of you shuffled around a bit, trying to find back the comfort from the night, and quickly you fell back to sleep.

The End

[ack3rlady]

Also yes back to the actual topic: headcanons!!

Back when you two were students, you would frequently see Erwin studying in the library, and you thought to yourself "god he's so hot I wish he can vet my homework." as you kept staring at Erwin.

Your little stares weren't missed by Erwin of course, because a grumpy guy with black hair sitting opposite him kept whispering "oi, that girl over there has been staring at you for ages," to him, and Erwin couldn't help it but turn to where his friend was pointing, only to be charmed by you instead.

He walked over and introduced himself, and upon looking at your notes, he realised that you two were taking the same major. And guess who really did vet your homework for you....

Tl;dr, you and Erwin would have cute library study dates FOR SURE.

The WAY I sighed after reading this OH GOD. My heart can’t deal with this college romance 😭

Levi, the grompy old cupid setting me up with his bestie. And why was he looking this way you ask?

Shawty heard this voice that was sweet as honey and finally took his eyes off the laptop screen to find where it was coming from :3

And now he’s 20 minutes into staring at my chirpy friend Rei who is sitting next to me at the library and talking and talking away about how she’s going to fail Statistics.

Me: Rei, that dark haired guy next to Erwin looks like he’s going to kill you.

Rei: OH god he’s so cute

Me: 😦

Levi (to himself): She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and I’m going to marry her some day.

Levi stays back after class to study statistics with you. He pretends to suck at it even though its his strongest subject just so that he can spend a few hours with you and feel his heart do a somersault every time you cheer after getting a sum right 🥲

[sanguinescorpios]

Still Alive

dream x f!reader

PART ONE

summary | Just under 20 years ago, the world slipped from humanity’s grasp and fell into the lap of mutant creatures. While most humans hid from the variants, some, like reader, grew restless in the bases they grew up in and needed out. What will happen when reader realizes that she doesn’t stand a chance in the wild on her own, and can something deeper blossom from a survival-based alliance? 

warnings | none!

word count | 1.7k

I had never seen a flower before. At least, not that I could remember. Things like that didn’t exist within the confines of the city walls, the beautiful, living things. The things that reminded you you were alive. My gaze fixated on the object before I even knew what I was looking at. Its petals swirled with pinks and purples, hues I had only seen in worn-out wool and peeling paint. Deep emerald leaves adorned a similarly colored stem, all woven together intricately and standing out amidst the field of brown. I marveled at the plant, bending down to hold it delicately between two fingers. It was incredible, even better than in photographs.

I spent months looking through the old textbooks Zoe had found, simply admiring the anatomy of different flowers and plants from the Old World. She was so excited to show me. I can still picture her jumping up and down as she entered my room in her tattered sports jersey and two-sizes-too-big jeans, a huge stack of books cradled like a child in her arms. Her tight curls were always pulled up into two buns, perfectly placed on the top of her head and bouncing with her childlike movements. I had quirked up an eyebrow at her as she wordlessly dropped her findings on my cot with a thump.

“Books,” she had said, looking at me with a newfound glimmer in her eye, “textbooks. We can learn!”

There was plenty of other information in those textbooks, but the flowers fascinated me. They caught my attention not just for their beauty, but for their mechanics, too. As I read, I began to appreciate how their roots anchored them to the earth, how their stems acted as passageways for water and nutrients, how they came in so many shapes, shades, and sizes. I wanted to know everything I could about them. I had always been that way, I guess.

A nearly foreign feeling emerged in me as a smile curled its way onto my face. The muscles were rusty from a long hibernation and they weren’t sure how to react to the sudden use. Dust found its way into my eyes as my cheeks rose with the grin, so I brushed it away quickly. That, I was used to.

“A cosmos,” I said to no one but myself. Of course, it was a cosmos.

The world before me was barren, a bleak expanse of land that seemed to never end. How the fuck was I supposed to survive out here? Despite my extensive studying, I wasn’t necessarily well-versed in survival. I had no protection out here, no roof over my head, and no soldiers with weapons on watch for intruders, or worse, for variants. A shiver ran down my spine at the thought. Variants were the one thing I knew almost nothing about, despite how hard I tried to get information from the watchmen and neighboring families. In all honesty, we didn’t know much about them, just that they didn’t seem to like us too much. One week the world was our terrain and the next it was theirs. I had never met one and I wasn’t planning on doing so, but I no longer had control over that. I chose to leave and there was no turning back.

That didn’t make it any less terrifying.

Adjusting my pack on my back, I grabbed my flask and poured a bit of water over the stubborn flower.

“Hope we make it, little guy.”

One last look at the distant confines I used to call home, then I was walking again, this time never turning back.

. . .

As it turns out, walking across one huge expanse of dust and dirt isn’t very fun! In fact, it’s fucking brutal. I had no idea where I was going, that much was clear not even ten minutes into the journey. Leave the city, that was my only plan. A shit plan, in hindsight. I reached into one of the many pockets of my pack and pulled out my water bottle. Last sip, that’s not good. If I could just go a little longer and reach the forest, I’d be okay. Much of the landscape had been torn apart over the years, but there were still occasional patches of green, at least that’s what I had been told. Just a little farther, surely I would reach it soon.

The hours dragged on, all melding together into one blurry week of sleeping in a ripped tent in the middle of nowhere and barely eating or drinking. When my eyes focused on a small dot of green in the distance, I nearly brought my hands up to rub the mirage from them, but I knew better than to do anything like that before washing. Especially after the week I’ve had, too much dust and not enough water.

I had been preparing for my lunch break when I spotted it, excited to get my hands on my tenth granola bar of the week. All desire for a break left my body, replaced by the desperate need to get to that forest before nightfall. There could be water in there, shelter, food, the possibilities were endless. I picked up my pace, feet moving with fervor despite my obvious exhaustion. My pack threatened to slip off my back, but I ignored it.

I reached the edge of the forest by nightfall, a shudder running through me at the thought of spending the night alone in the dense environment. Anyone or anything could be living here, and they could be hungry. The ground didn’t feel safe, too open and vulnerable of a place to sleep, but the sliver of moonlight shining down on me wasn’t enough to find anywhere else. This would have to do.

A few restless hours passed before I had finally fallen into a deep sleep, my back pressed uncomfortably against a tree and my pack serving as a makeshift pillow. I didn’t bother to set up camp, figuring I’d pick up and move in the morning anyways. I expected to get a few good hours of sleep at least, but that wasn’t the case. Instead, I was shaken awake by unfamiliar hands and a gruff voice.

“Get the fuck up,” the voice barked as my eyes adjusted to the morning light, peering up at the shaded figure looming over me.

“Wha-what?”

“Get. The fuck. Up.” The figure grabbed my pack from underneath my head and I groaned at the rude awakening. In my early morning haziness, I barely questioned the individual’s orders. My body moved before my brain told it to, pulling itself out of the fetal position and standing up, unsteady but sturdy enough.

As I rose to my feet, I took a good look at the person for the first time. He stood tall, towering over my frame with long legs and broad shoulders. Underneath his hood, a mask shielded most of his face from me; it looked to be made of some sort of wood and with the jagged smile that was carved into it, it was borderline terrifying. Dark blond hair toppled out and around the thing, curling messily at the ends. He sported muted green cargo pants and a thick belt bearing a multitude of knives and other weapons I didn’t even want to imagine. A black T-Shirt spread across his torso, strong arms emerging from the sleeves and gloved hands gripping a satchel against his hip. If this went south, I was outmatched.

“What made you think sleeping on the ground was a good idea?” he hissed out a few minutes later as he led me through the trees, taking angry steps at least two yards ahead of me.

“I didn’t have many other options,” I responded simply, not sure what he wanted from me and still groggy with sleep.

“Well, you picked the stupidest option.”

I rolled my eyes, who did this guy think he was? Sure, the ground wasn’t the smartest choice, but it was all I had! I huffed, kicking at a rock as he stopped to check...something — who knows what he was doing.

“You got a name, mask boy?”

He shushed me, holding up his index finger as he looked around at our surroundings.

“It was just a question-”

“Dream,” he cut me off, “now shush.”

He said it simply, like it wasn’t the most absurd name anyone had ever heard, and went right back to surveying the space around us. I poked my head around at him, trying and failing to get this mystery man’s attention.

“Is that your real name?” I inquired, making awkward eye contact with the mesh-covered eyeholes of his mask and wishing I could see his face when he answered. Maybe then I’d know if he was bluffing or not. Or if he planned on killing me.

“It’s what you’ll call me.”

There was a finality in the way he said it, a sternness in his voice that I wasn’t about to argue with. A beat passed in utter silence, me waiting for him to continue the conversation and him already three steps ahead of me on the path. Dream isn’t a chatty guy, noted.

I jogged to catch up to him, slowing as I reached his side. He didn’t seem like he was going to kill me as soon as night fell on the already dark forest, but keeping him in my sight was the safest bet.

“You’re not gonna ask my name?” He turned to face me, raising an eyebrow and bobbing his head as if to say ‘go on’. I gave him my name and he grunted in response — men.

He persevered through the forest, cutting away branches and leaving a green mess in our wake. I had no idea where we were going or why I was following his lead so easily, but he seemed confident and I trusted his confidence more than my own.

“So…” I dragged on, twiddling my thumbs and shooting him a look, “do we have a plan here or are we just gonna wander for the next five hours of daylight?”

He rolled his eyes, letting out an “ugh” as he pushed through another set of leaves. I wasn’t wrong; the sun would be setting soon, and based on how he reacted this morning, he wasn’t a night owl.

“Our camp is set up a few miles north. We should get there before nightfall.”

Did he say our?

[bluejayblueskies]

i cannot stop thinking about tma hell's kitchen au

(@f0xesand0wls thank you for enabling me)

- elias is the head chef, and peter and gertrude are his sous chefs. there are 20 total chefs in the competition: red team: jon, tim, georgie, daisy, naomi, agnes, gerry, jordan, helen/michael, oliver blue team: martin, sasha, melanie, basira, mike, jude, julia, jared, jane, manuela

- the black jackets are jon, martin, tim, sasha, georgie, and melanie, and the finalists are jon and martin. the winner is probably martin, but it doesn't really matter, because the actual plot of this is a jonmartin rivals-to-friends-to-lovers slowburn

- annabelle is the one who puts all of the film and audio together at the end. jmart watch the show once it's put on television and go 'what the fuck i didn't say any of that' because that's how reality tv is babey

- martin is one of those chefs who does poorly at the beginning but gets better and ends up in the final two. even though he's not on the same team as jon, jon is like 'this guy sucks' and maybe martin messes something up for jon early on and jon decides he does not like martin.

- jon is so nervous that he's going to screw up and get sent home early (he doesn't have formal culinary training and feels deeply underqualified) so he's very stiff and overly professional at the beginning. he relaxes over time as he becomes more confident in his own cooking and as he does well at challenges and dinner services.

- somewhere around chapter/episode 5, martin tells jon that he doesn't have any formal culinary training and that he said he did in order to get into the restaurant job he had prior to coming on the show. he's been cooking for his mother since he was ten though, and jon surprises himself by saying that that's a lot more impressive than studying technique in france or something. that's the catalyst of their transition from rivals into friends

- somewhere around episode 8, jude (who got switched to the red team a few episodes prior) gets eliminated, but on the dinner service before she does, there's an incident in the kitchen and jon's hand gets burnt pretty badly (not so badly that he has to go home, and he fights through the rest of dinner service because of course he does). he insists he doesn't have to go to the hospital for it, and elias reluctantly agrees and has the medic look at it. in the dorms later, martin helps jon unwrap it and put more burn cream on it and change the bandages and... yeah <3

- daisy and jon do not get along at first, and daisy actually tries to sabotage jon early in the season/fic. jon nearly gets eliminated because of it and he is not happy. then, a good few episodes later, the red team wins a challenge and they go on some sort of outdoorsy award and something happens and jon saves daisy from getting seriously injured. they're on better terms after that.

- when jon, tim, sasha, martin, melanie, and georgie get black jackets, elias (like every actual season of hell's kitchen) brings their family members/friends in for them to see. jon gets his grandmother, tim his brother, sasha her mother, georgie her best friend alex, and melanie some of her ghosthunt uk (the restaurant) friends. the only person martin has is his mother, and they tell him that she was too sick to come, but he can't shake the feeling that she just didn't want to. she didn't even agree to make him a video. it's a very awkward affair, and after the challenge (which tim wins) jon stands by martin while they're... idk, peeling 200 pounds of potatoes or something and they talk about it and they talk about a lot of their personal lives. for most of the competition, they're very aware that they're on camera at all times, but jon decides that being there for martin is more important than worrying about that.

- jon wins the next black jacket challenge and, when asked who he wants to invite on the reward, invites martin. they get to go wine tasting in a beautiful vinyard together and then they get some time to sit in the vinyard and just relax. martin probably realized he had a crush on jon around... episode/chapter 8? pretty soon after his admission that he doesn't have formal training. this episode is when jon realizes that he has a crush on martin, and the wine tasting suddenly seems very romantic and he gets very flustered. martin just thinks he's getting nervous since they're getting closer to the end of the competition.

- it's martin and jon in the finals. martin has tim, melanie, basira, and agnes on his bridage and jon has sasha, georgie, daisy, and gerry. in the middle of the entrees, something goes very wrong in martin's kitchen (not because of martin, because agnes burns like... ten racks of lamb or something ridiculous like that) and it looks like martin might not even be able to finish and he's freaking out just a little bit, so jon does something incredibly stupid and tells sasha to take charge of the kitchen for a moment and goes over into the other kitchen and pulls martin aside and takes martin's hands in his and is like 'it's okay, you're okay, everything's going to be okay. you're extremely talented and an amazing chef and an amazing person and i love you and this is not your fault and you're going to go back out there and get things back on track.'

jon goes back to his kitchen, elias yelling at him the whole way, and martin kicks agnes out and gets his kitchen back under control and they have no other issues that night. and martin's brain completely skips over the 'i love you' until the end of service, when the adrenaline wears off and they start to clear down and jon gives him this smile and suddenly martin remembers and he's like 'oh fuck'

but jon doesn't say anything about it so martin assumes he hadn't meant to say it, because of course he didn't, because they're competing for a job and $250,000 and he probably just heard jon wrong or something. jon probably said 'i love your cooking' and martin's just being stupid and letting his crush get away from him. so they both go back and sit in the dorms and wait for elias to call them up to his office. meanwhile, jon also remembers that he accidentally let i love you slip and he's having a bit of a crisis about it because on the one hand he meant it, but on the other hand he should not have said it then and martin hasn't said anything, so maybe he didn't even hear.

still, martin needs to thank jon. so he's eventually like 'thank you for what you did back there. i don't think i would have made it through service without what you said.' then, after a moment, because it is a competition: 'why did you help me? you could have let me drown and you'd have a secure win'

and jon just shrugs and says, 'because you needed help, and i... i care about you. i didn't want to see you fail. you are a good chef, martin, and i... i know you deserve this job just as much as me. you can go work at elias's restaurant and i can go back to mine and... and that'll be okay, if that's what happens'

and martin realizes suddenly that jon lives across the country from him normally and he doesn't know if he'll be able to see jon after this (chefs are busy people, after all, not a lot of time for family and such) and before he can really think about it he's like 'i wouldn't be okay with that' and then when jon just looks at him he clarifies, 'i... i don't want to just go back to living in [washington?], working all day and coming home to an empty apartment, and you'll go back to [new york?] and i... will i even see you again? because it's been so nice, being here, being with you, and i want to see you again, jon. every day.' he hesitates a moment, then decides fuck it, if i'm wrong, at least i'll only be embarrassed for a little while longer and says, 'what you said during service. did you mean it?'

and jon, tentatively, is like, 'that you're a good chef? yes, martin, i meant it, of course i did' and martin's like 'no, the... the other thing you said. right in the middle of it all. i- i don't know if i heard you right, and i just... i need to know if you meant it'

and it would be easy for jon to say no, to pretend like he didn't. but instead, he sits next to martin on the couch and takes martin's hand in his and nods and says, 'i... i've meant it for quite some time, i think' and he smiles at martin, a little bit shy, and martin's overwhelmed with affection and he reaches for jon's face, leans forward, and--

and the phone rings. unfortunately. because elias made a decision

- martin's door opens and jon's doesn't. jon thinks he should feel crushed, and he does feel disappointed, but mostly he's just so, so happy for martin. martin is stunned, and tim and sasha and georgie and melanie and basira and daisy are waiting for him below to congratulate him. martin's stuck in a round of thank yous when he turns and sees jon, who's run down the stairs to join the celebration and is looking at martin with those same eyes he would get when he was determined to win a challenge or finish a dish that needed two more minutes in one minute. and then jon just hugs martin, so tightly martin can barely breathe, and he mumbles into martin's neck, 'i would very much like to kiss you, but i very much do not want our first kiss to be on national television' and martin laughs and hugs jon tightly in return and mumbles back, 'i love you too, jon. just in case it wasn't obvious' and even though jon just lost, he's never been happier

- (they watch the show when it comes out together half a year later, in the little bit of free time they have around running their own respective restaurants, and they spend the whole time picking it apart

jon: okay i did not say that, where did they even get that from??

martin: god do i really look like that from behind...

jon: oh christ. martin, i- i think they thought i wanted to have sex with you. ugh, they've put on weird romantic music. red lighting. i hate this. i clearly did not--no, martin, don't give me that look, you know what i mean.

martin: wow, this makes us look like terrible chefs

and, at the end:

jon: christ, of course they were recording us in the dorms after the last service. this is a cooking competition, not a romance.

martin: eh, it was a bit of a romance.

jon: hush, i'm trying to watch. they're about to announce the winner. i don't have much hope for this chef martin; after all, he did burn that risotto back in episode 2--

martin, trying not to laugh while he glares at jon: oh my god jon let it go)

[6sakusa]

hiii i love your work and your asks are open so i was wondering if you could do napping with suna, osamu and sakusa as their s/o or something, thank youu 💞

napping hc’s featuring suna, osamu & sakusa.

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎

⤷ we all know this boy loves taking naps.

⤷ and if you’re someone like him who loves it too he’ll really think he hit the jackpot.

⤷ because ever since the two of you got together he finds it difficult to sleep without you.

⤷ so even when he’s napping it’s nice to have you by his side.

⤷ he’s one of those people who say a bunch of funny stuff in the process of falling asleep.

⤷ and you guys end up laughing so much.

⤷ but eventually when you do fall asleep it is beyond peaceful.

“come on y/n, i’m tired.” he glanced over at you doing some of your last bits of homework for the day. initially, you had planned to study with him but you shouldn’t have expected so much from your boyfriend and truly, you knew that. because after 20 minutes or so he was beyond bored and had opted for laying down on his bed and scrolling on his phone. not without taking a few pictures of you here and there of course.

“ten more minutes.” you didn’t even bother looking up at your textbook to reply to him.

“no, now.” he pulled you into bed from your arm causing you to fall on top of him, bursting into a fit of giggles as he pulled your body closer to his.

“rin you’re exploiting my love for sleeping.” you pouted causing him to scoff as he situated the both of you into more comfortable positions.

“be quiet, you know i’m doing you a favour, that work was lame and plus you can do it later.” he threw the duvet onto the both of you with a snarky expression because he knew he was getting what he wanted.

“fine.” you sighed with content as his heat engulfed your body, the two of you syncing perfectly until you heard him chuckle lowly behind you.

“what are you doing?” you asked turning to see him typing on his phone. “weren’t you the one who wanted me to take a nap?”

“i’m just sending a quick text to atsumu.” he continued chuckling causing you to peer at his phone in curiosity.

‘btw if your girlfriend finds you attractive then she finds samu attractive too, gn.’

the room went silent for a second as you read his words before the two of you erupted in a fit of laughter.

“ok— be serious now—i want to sleep.” you were laughing between your words causing him to follow suit.

“ok, ok.” he pulled you close once again but it wasn’t before long where the two of you found yourselves bursting out in laughter randomly.

but thankfully things ended up settling down and the two of you got your well deserved nap because it was always better with you there.

𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

⤷ will be willing to take spontaneous naps but not as much as suna.

⤷ especially when there are things that need to he done.

⤷ but when the two of you do nap it’s one of those things that feel very personal to the both of you.

⤷ considering osamu’s house isn’t the most peaceful it shows he trusts his family members around you.

⤷ which is not always easy for him as atsumu is one of them.

“are you tired?” osamu turned to face you, watching as your eyelids were slowly shutting. it was the weekend and the two of you were over at his house re-watching your favourite movie even though he had stated you had questionable taste many times.

“what does it look like?” you yawned having half the mind to scold him for asking such an obvious question.

“well if you listened to me when i told you eating all that food would make you sleepy... you wouldn’t be.” he scoffed nudging your side playfully.

“ok you were right, is that what you wanted to hear? now can we take a nap?” you whined pulling on the edge of his shirt.

“mmm, no. i want to hear you apologise first.”

“apologise for what?” you scoffed lazily already situating yourself to get ready to sleep.

“for telling me i was wrong.” he tugged the blanket off you, exposing you to the slightly colder air that engulfed the rest of the house.

the two of you stared at eachother for a couple of minutes before you realised that he wouldn’t be backing down anytime soon. “fine samu.. i’m sorry, you were right.” you huffed.

“what was that?” he chuckled causing you to pull him towards your side of the couch.

“i said i’m sorry, did you hear that time?” you raised your voice in his ear causing him to hiss.

“apology accepted.” he shot you an expectant look as revenge for shouting in his ear, it was obvious he wanted you to ask him to sleep again.

“now can we please nap samu?” you layed down making yourself comfortable watching as he crawled towards you.

“anything you want princess.”

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈

⤷ i think it would take a while for sakusa to open up to the idea of being friends with you.

⤷ and even so, the idea that he might like you in a romantic way.

⤷ but this isn’t personal of course, it’s just that omi is a pretty reserved person.

⤷ but once he finally does get used to the idea of these things and you become his s/o he’ll be really protective over you.

⤷ especially when you’re napping and unaware of your surrondings.

⤷ but i don’t think he’s the type of person to lay down and nap with you, he is a very productive person.

⤷ however there would have definitely been instances where he found you napping.

it was routine for you, sakusa and komori to each lunch together, party because sakusa didn’t really hang out with anyone else and partly because this was his way of saying he wanted to spend time with you.

he waited by the table, drumming his fingers against his thigh as he awaited your arrival. komori caught him glancing at the door several times before finally deciding to speak up.

“so.. where’s y/n? are we supposed to eat without her?” he asked fidgeting with his bento, if he was being honest he was quite hungry, but he didn’t want to deal with a scolding from his cousin for eating without you, because komori knew that sakusa was big on manners.

“why would we eat without her?” the masked male replied bluntly, he raised an eyebrow slightly as if to indicate that it was a stupid question causing komori to wave his hands in the air signalling defeat.

“i was just asking, but seriously where is she? she’s not usually this late.” he glanced at the clock across the dining hall, it had already been twenty minutes.

“if i knew we wouldn’t be sitting here right now.” sakusa retorted causing komori to hold in a chuckle, he didn’t want to provoke him right now but he couldn’t help but find his snappiness hilarious. it was the affect you had on him since he was missing you, but he’d never voice it aloud.

with a huff sakusa got up from his seat and turned towards the door of the dining hall. “i’m going to find her, are you coming?” the raven-haired male didnt even bother to turn and face his cousin as he walked off, nevertheless komori followed after him until the two of them had reached your classroom.

“there she is.” the brunette pointed towards your desk where you were.. asleep?

sakusa knew that you were up late last night since recently you were having some trouble sleeping but he never expected things to be this bad.

he made his way towards you seeing how you were stirring due to the uncomfortable nature of your hardwood desk. usually he was opposed to the idea of sleeping in school, especially when you were in such a vulnerable state but he couldn’t help but notice how adorable you looked. and besides, it wouldn’t hurt for you to take a tiny nap, right?

he pulled out a chair next to you, gently placing your head onto his lap, not without a clear expression of shock laced on komori’s face of course. but before he could speak sakusa shot him a look that said ‘don’t.’ so instead he decided to shut his mouth and eat his bento.

“omi?” you shifted slightly, your eyes squinting to see the sight of your boyfriend.

his eyes fell upon you silently, and even with his mask on when you had just woken up he looked as handsome as ever.

“go back to sleep.” he hesitantly patted the top of your head causing you to hum and fall back into your slumber.

he could get used to this, he thought.

[17wishbones]

Whew! It is now time to post the sequel for this little short series I made. Again, it’ll be no more than 7 chapters with the parts split if it’s a continuation. I’m super ecstatic to post this. I’ve been thinking, editing, and brainstorming ideas for this so I hope it reads well for you all. So please, come and enjoy KIMETSU DAIGAKU: SUNFLOWER’S BLESSING. The name may change in the future. Other than that, enjoy chapter 1! :> SN: All are welcome to read, but this is a POC reader insert, FYI. That is all! SN2: I studied Japanese for a time and studied abroad but that was years ago so excuse me if some of the written dialogue is rough. Wanted to show (reader) learning the language even if it’s real easy, conversational sentences. SN3: Rengoku in a button-up white shirt, khakis and a tie? *slams down credit card* - - - - - - - -                        Chapter I: RENGOKU-SENSEI, RENGOKU-SENSEI

Everyday, so far, was a surprise when it came to Rengoku.

You honestly didn’t know what to do with yourself. You had thought studying with Rengoku would be an after school sort of thing as you mingled in classes with other students but somehow, he was able to catch you from different periods for almost a whole week!

Mayamoto-sensei encouraged engagement with local students at the university so she allowed you to go with your new teacher everyday. Jealousy riled the others on how you were getting special treatment other than being the only brown-skinned girl on this trip. 

It bothered you sometimes, because it wasn’t anything like that! But every greeting from Rengoku was positive and enthusiastic. He greeted you kindly in both English and Japanese. He taught you well, proving that he can be strict, attentive, and instructive. Then, at the end, he’d engage you in short conversations to see how well he was doing teaching you the language and how well you were catching on.

“You did great today, _____! You’ve already made great strides on your flow!”

“That’s because you’re a great teacher, Rengoku-sensei. You did have me sweating bullets the first few days, though. I didn’t think I would catch up.” You closed and put your notebook in your bag. “I feel bad because the others don’t like that I get one-on-one time with you like this.”

“Ah, they’re jealous, I see!” He crossed his arms over his chest, his smile forever wide. It was this pose that had you thinking this was déjà vu, but you don’t know why. “Then it can’t be helped! Don’t worry yourself about what they think!”

“I shouldn’t?”

“Nn!” He locked eyes with you again and spoke proudly with his chest out. “Set your heart ablaze and move onward!” An explosive aura filled the room and warmed your body. “No matter what anyone else says, you do what you think in your heart is right!”

Your heart beat fast and your stomach fluttered with butterflies. ‘Why does he look at me like that? Why does he make me feel this way?’ His burning gaze made you feel like he only saw you in his world, but you shook the thought away.

“Is there something on your mind, _____?” 

Your eyes shifted, looking for anything else to say other than what was on your mind. It’d be weird to just be like, ‘hey, I like you and would jump your bones anytime!’ Instead, you found the clock and remembered. “I wanted to visit the flower shop, and see the flower arrangements. I saw one on my way to the girls’ dorm.”

“Let me accompany you!” Rengoku’s open offer made you blush. “I freed myself for the evening just in case!”

This shocked you. “W-what about your schoolwork?”

“I finished it all this morning before meeting with you!”

“And your… colorful friends??” You saw him speak with a few interesting people but he quickly came to you the moment you walked into the fray.

“I have already informed them of my plans this morning!” Your face cracked. He had an answer for everything! “I want to be a good teacher for you and help you as much as I can!”

“Why, Rengoku-sensei?” You asked, curious at what his reason could be.

“Because I like you, _____-chan!”

Your eyes almost popped out. ‘Like me? Like… ‘like me’ like me? Or just like being around me? Whew, boy, you need to stop playing with me because I don’t think my heart can take all of this!’

“Are you ready to go to the flower shop?”

“Y-Yes! Let me get my things, Rengoku-sensei.”

“Kyōjurō.” He corrected you.

“Oh! Kyōjurō…” you circled through the honorifics that he taught you, trying to remember which one was appropriate. “...-kun?”

“Hmm?” He sounded, wanting you to repeat yourself once more.

“Kyōjurō-kun, right?”

A small blush warmed his fair cheeks as he nodded in agreement. “Nn!” He hadn’t expected you to call him that fondly and it ignited his determination to get close to you. A month was not enough time, but he was going to make it work.

You both headed down the slope of the school, crossing a lone shop with beautiful arrangements set everywhere. You ‘ooh’ed and ‘awe’d at each flower that Rengoku named outloud. You repeated, of course. You felt like you were in your own heaven as you gazed at, touched, and smelled the flowers.

You were so happy.

What caught your eyes next were the large, golden blooms held high on long stalks. “Kyōjurō-kun,” he looked over and an overwhelming feeling washed over him when you stood next to the sunflowers, grinning from ear to ear as you asked him, “What’s a sunflower called?”

‘_____, if I could name them after you.’ He walked up next to you, bathing himself in your presence. “Himawari.”

“Himawari. Such a beautiful name for a beautiful flower.”

“I think so, too.” Rengoku wasn’t talking about the sunflower, however.

“Ah, konnichiwa,” you greeted the florist, “Kore wa ikura desu ka?” (How much is this?)

“Go-hyaku-jyuu yen desu.” (500 yen.)

“That’s like… 500 yen, yeah? I think I got it.” As you looked in your bag for the coins instead of breaking the 1000 yen bill.

“Arigatou gozaimasu!” (Thank you so much!) Rengoku bowed and received your wrapped sunflower before handing it to you. “Douzo, _____-chan!” (Here, _____!)

“Ah, Kyōjurō-kun, you didn’t have to buy it for me, but thank you so much!”

“Why wouldn’t I want to buy something for you?” He questioned as you both left the shop. “As I said, I like you, _____-chan! And I want to spend time with you outside of school.”

“Like… together?”

“Yes!”

“Oh, well, honestly, I’d be down for that! Since boys aren’t allowed in the girls dorm, where do you want to go? What do you want to do?”

“I want to kiss you,” he answered shamelessly, “Hold you, and never let you go!” You both made eye contact on the walk back. “Though, I have been holding myself back in case you didn’t like me.”

His words electrified you and he hadn’t even touched you yet in any way whatsoever. “It’s not like you’re handsome or anything…”

“You think I’m handsome?” He beamed suddenly.

You tried playing coy but this kind of mannerism didn’t work for you and, honestly, you liked Rengoku’s straightforwardness. “Yes, I do. When we first met, I liked you instantly. You made me feel so nervous and so excited at the same time.”

“Oh?” He thought for a moment. “Can I hold your hand?” He asked sweetly. “I don’t want you to feel nervous around me, only excited! Happy! Loved!”

“Are you sure that’s okay? Won’t people stare more than they already do at us?”

“I don’t care if they do or don’t! Let them stare! As long as I’m with you, I’m happy.” He gently linked his rough hands with your soft ones, locking them. “I feel I am the luckiest man alive right now because you’re here with me!”

“How many girls have you told that to?”

“Only you, my Sunflower!” 

You choked on your own spit. “Your Sunflower? You’re so sure I’m not taken?”

“Yes and yes! I hope to have you for myself as well.”

“For my short time here?”

Rengoku shook his head. “Forever.”

‘Oh my god. Did he just charm his way into my heart?’ You felt the sincerity in his words and saw the genuity in his owlish eyes. “This all really feels like déjà vu.”

“Déjà vu?”

“Like this happened before. It’s… familiar.”

“Nn! It’s fate that we met as we did!”

‘Fate, huh?’ You didn’t notice that you arrived at the girls’ dorm. “Oh, we’re here!” You thought to loosen your hand from his but your arm suddenly didn’t work with you. He wasn’t letting go either. “Our plans tonight are…?”

“Nani o shitai desu ka?” (What do you want to do?)

“Uh!” Always catching you off guard like that kept you on your toes. Besides, practice made perfect. “Karaoke… ni ikitai desu yo!” (I want to go to Karaoke!)

“Nanji ni ikitai desu ka?” (What time do you want to go?)

Your thinking of literally translating what you wanted to say from English to Japanese made each response a little slow. It took time to gain fluency. “Hachiji ii desu ka?” (8 o’clock okay?)

“Close! “Hachiji de ii desu ka” but you did a great job nonetheless! And yes, 8 is fine with me.”

“So…” you felt reluctant to leave him now even if for a few hours, “I’ll see you later?”

“I’ll wait for you to change and pack up some clothes!” You looked at him incredulously. “As I said, I want to kiss you, hold you, and never let you go! At least for a night!” Though he spoke his desire, ‘Am I asking too much from her all of a sudden? I can’t read the cute and twisted expressions on her face yet. It is her choice to—’

“Let’s do it!” Rengoku’s mouth dropped in surprise. “The dorm gates close at 9pm anyway, for whatever reason, while the boys are allowed to go out and do as they please with the gate open.” You huffed, annoyed. “Oh. Where do you live?” 

“I live in an apartment 20 minutes down the road.”

“All by yourself?”

“Mhm! I can’t wait to show you! So be quick, Sunflower!” He happily guided you across the gate by the small of your back.

You held in your panic as you got a set of clothes for tomorrow, gathering what you could quickly so you didn’t cross the other students and was out and about with Rengoku as soon as possible.

Honestly, you barely avoided them as you came outside, took him by the hand, and rushed off. They were sure to talk about you, or maybe not at all. You had an over friendly and trusting disposition to a fault, but you were adventurous and open minded. - - - - - - - - - - -  Chapters: 1 (Part 1)/ (Part 2)/ (Part 3) | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7