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floralseokjin · 4 years

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;middle of the night (m)

FIRST LOVE, LAST LOVE

After a silly argument, Jungkook wants to apologise… at 2 o’clock in the morning…

pairing; jeon jungkook x reader genre/warnings; established relationship, domesticated goodness, fluff, they have a dog now, or as Jungkook likes to call him ‘the cock block’, smut words; 2,150

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“You awake?” Jungkook whispered into the darkness, murmuring your name for good measure.

You kept your eyes shut tight, back to him, pretending you were actually in fact, asleep. Damn love, all these years together had made you so in tune you both could sense when the other was awake. You hadn’t been able to drop off properly ever since you’d hit the hay at 10pm. Tired but unable to switch off. Jungkook hadn’t been beside you the first three times you’d woken, this time however, he was, and just like him, you had known he was awake too.

You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of being correct though, so you clenched your jaw and stayed silent. You were still mad at him after earlier this evening, and if he thought he could just give you a lousy sleep ridden sorry, he had another thing coming.

But then you heard him let out a tiny sigh, deflated if anything, the mattress dipping with his weight as he turned around. Back to back. You hated that. Even after so long you both loved to tangle up in one another right before bed. No wonder you couldn’t get to sleep properly. You were having withdrawals. Plus, you hated going to bed on an argument. You hated arguing with Jungkook altogether.

“What do you want?” You whispered, lifting your head up a little.

He rolled over slowly, the mattress dipping again as he thought of what to say. By now you’d settled your face back into the pillow, waiting patiently. “Can’t sleep,” he mumbled. Ever so gently he outstretched his arm, hand caressing your side as he slid closer. He was really being cautious here. Unsure of your mood. It was actually pretty comical.

He leant in, voice a whisper. “I’m sorry.” He sounded sincere you’d give him that, but the wood in his underwear made you kind of dubious.

“Do you mean that? Or are you just sorry because your dick is hard?”

“No,” he insisted softly. “No, I’m sorry because I’m sorry. I don’t know why my dick’s hard.”

He was being honest, years of being together also meant you knew when he was telling the truth. You stayed silent though, waiting for him to continue. One little sorry wasn’t enough.

“I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

“Hm?” You pressed.

He tried again. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“What wasn’t my fault?”

He sighed quietly, resigning himself to the inevitable. “The steak being fatty. It was childish of me.”

There it was. You grinned to yourself, thankful he couldn’t see your face. He probably felt like an idiot for getting so mad over something so trivial. Although you knew why. He was stressed over work; opening his own tattoo parlour had been amazing but he still wasn’t used to needing to be switched on practically all day, every day. Being your own boss had its perks of course, but there also came the downsides. Working six days a week, getting home late. He was exhausted. And stressed.

It was the steak with too much fat that had set him off tonight, and when you had laughed at his overreaction, it was you who’d been on the receiving end of his frustration. You’d ignored one another for the rest of the night and you’d gone up to bed way before he had. Now, with the moonlight slipping through the shades, Jungkook’s body beside you, the touch of his hand against your waist, you softened. You would easily forgive him over something so silly.

“That’s okay,” you reassured, shuffling onto your back to get a look at him. You reached for his face, cupping his cheek. You could just make him out, eyes still adjusting to the darkness. He was shirtless, hair in his eyes. You pushed some behind his ear, wanting to see his face. “We’re allowed to be a bit childish sometimes,” you smiled. “Sorry for teasing you.”

You weren’t exactly innocent in all of this. You admit you liked to get a rise out of him sometimes just because he was so easy to goad. You should’ve known better lately. Even if he pretended like everything was alright, it probably meant it wasn’t. He hated being a burden, and he already felt guilty for using your shared savings on the parlour – it didn’t matter how you’d agreed to it as a couple with careful consideration, it still weighed on him heavily.

Jungkook’s mouth curved up into a small smile, you could make out that much, settling his head on your pillow as he cosied up to you. “I hate going to sleep without cuddling you.” He whined, face in the crook of your neck.

“Same,” you agreed. Like you said: Withdrawals. You felt him kiss your skin and then began to pay attention to something else. “You really don’t know why your dick is hard?” His erection was still there, pressing into your thigh as he cuddled up to you.

“No,” he chuckled thickly. “It’s confused.”

You slipped onto your side, facing your boyfriend as you reached for his mouth. You kissed slowly, lazily, just enjoying the closeness more than anything, before a few pecks turned to something more. Of course it did. If his dick was hard you weren’t going turn it down. You pulled back just as Jungkook was about to slip in some tongue. “What time is it?”

“Gone two,” he replied immediately, before reminding you of something, his mouth back on yours. “It’s Sunday tomorrow.”

“Mm,” you hummed, tongue meeting his, arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him over you.

Excitement real, he was breathing slightly heavy when he broke apart to ask you the obvious. “Do you...?” You nodded wildly, yanking him to you, hands travelling all over the expanse of his back. It had been a while since you’d last had sex, maybe close to two weeks, which for you both may as well have been a year. Not that you were annoyed. Like you said, Jungkook was exhausted because of work, mind too preoccupied. Sex was a great stress reliever though, so it was about time you tried it out…

However, not soon after, lamp on, Jungkook’s mouth on your neck, one of his hands up your t-shirt, cupping a boob, you suddenly remembered something, instantly panicking and pushing him away. “Giuseppe’s not in here, right?” You demanded, eyes wide.

“Huh?” He sounded, confused by the sudden change, needing a moment to make sense of the question. “Uh, no. No, he’s not.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” he chuckled, reaching for a kiss. “He didn’t follow me upstairs.”

Giuseppe was your pet dog. A long haired golden retriever that was already the height of your house despite not even being a year old. Jungkook loved him, treated him more like a brother than a pet, and of course he had named him. You’d just rolled with it. But there was one rule. The dog did not stay inside your bedroom when s-e-x was happening, and seeing as he had his own bed at the foot of yours, this was obviously a reoccurring thing.

“Okay?” Jungkook pressed, kissing your nose as he waited to continue.

“Okay,” you nodded, grinning up at him.

“Okay!” He sung cutely, jumping up to tear his boxers off.

Five minutes later there was some very eager fingering going on, Jungkook knelt between your legs as he stroked you to complete and utter pliancy, the sinful squelch filling the room. You were trying to return the favour, your fist wrapped around his cock, but your movements were sparse, too distracted by the pleasure coursing through your veins. “Jungkook,” you moaned against his lips, trying desperately to stay attached.

He groaned, straightening the fingers inside of you, going a little faster, loving how wet you were. “God, you sound so good.”

You moaned louder as his thumb circled your clit, hips jutting up. “Ohh—AHHH!” Your pleasure soon turned to surprise as you roared out, something heavy and large leaping onto your bed, attempting to bound all over you. “Oh, my god! Oh, my—Jungkook!” You exclaimed, sitting up immediately, his fingers slipping out of you. “You said he wasn’t in here!”

“I didn’t think he was!” He insisted, a hand cupping his junk as your dog practically jumped up and down in excitement. “Honest. I thought he was downstairs.”

You grumbled, moment well and truly over, but you weren’t giving up. You were having sex tonight. It may be nearly three in the morning, but you were getting laid. “Seppe, out,” you ordered, pointing to the door. “Out!” He didn’t listen. It was Jungkook that called the shots, he told you it was some type of “bond” they had. You called bullshit. “Jungkook, get him out.”

He instantly looked put out. “Babe, I’m ass naked.”

“I don’t care. If you want to have sex he needs to be out of here.”

“Fine,” he sighed, standing up, not bothering to cup his dick now – free and easy. Giuseppe instantly followed. “I swear if you didn’t make such a big deal about it he wouldn’t get so excited. He can sense these things.”

“Exactly!” You cried. “He can sense when we’re just about to do it.”

Reaching down to stroke him, Jungkook complained. “Giuseppe, you’re such a cock block.” The dog looked unbothered. Amazing. “Come on, boy. Let’s go.” And off he trotted, listening straight away to your “ass naked” boyfriend. He swung the door closed after him, looking your way with a satisfied grin. “There.”

You pulled a face. “Now I feel guilty.”

“Don’t change your mind,” he whined. “He can come back in once we’re done. He’s used to it.” Like you said, it had been a regular occurrence these past nine months. Jungkook made his way over to you, caging you under his body immediately. “Now where were we...”

This time there was no messing about with foreplay, your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked you. Jungkook had already admitted he wouldn’t last long, unable to curb his excitement, so it was more needy and fast than skilled and indulgent. Not that you were complaining. This was the best type of sex in your opinion. Just sheer want for one another, nothing else. When he came inside you with a groan, you glowed. Felt alive.

“I really am sorry,” he murmured a few minutes later, still a little out of breath as he laid over you, stealing slow kisses.

You grinned, teasing him slightly. “It’s okay. I forgive you.” He chuckled and you ran your fingers through his hair, admiring him fondly. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” He sang.

You wrinkled your nose, pushing your head back into the pillow. “Don’t.” You hated when he made it a competition.

Amused, he laughed, rolling onto his back beside you, folding his hands behind his head to look up at the ceiling. You turned onto your side, propping yourself up with your elbow so you could see him properly. He looked really worn out. Not particularly tired from lack of sleep tonight, but just exhausted in general. His eyes weren’t twinkling. You hated seeing him like this. “You sure you’re okay?” You asked, needing to make sure. At least he had some time off tomorrow.

“Mm,” he nodded, looking your way. He gave you a small smile. “You know what I’m like. I need to learn to talk more about my feelings more.”

You agreed with that. You knew him too well to prod when he wasn’t ready. This was the most you’d gotten out of him for weeks. “Well, you know where I am when you’ve learnt,” you chuckled.

He laughed back. “On it. It’s probably better than bottling it all up and exploding over shitty steak.”

“Definitely better,” you agreed. “But let’s not buy that kind again. My man deserves meat not fat.” That just made him laugh harder. You loved that sound. Kissing him on the cheek, you knelt up. “Okay, I need to pee.” And you both needed to actually sleep tonight.

“Can you have one for me while you’re there?” Jungkook joked.

“Sure thing,” you nodded, up and already walking towards the door.

You opened it and before you knew what was happening, Giuseppe had bolted in, jumping up on the bed. You heard Jungkook yell and yanked your head to see him balled up, hands protecting his crotch.

“FUCK!” He cursed, twisting around in agony. “My balls! Damn dog trampled my balls.”

You definitely shouldn’t laugh. Not at all. However the visual of Jungkook writhing around ass naked on the bed with the dog bouncing around and barking in excitement, totally oblivious to the pain he’d just caused, was enough to break you. So much for that bond they had…

“Giuseppe, bad boy,” you scolded playfully. “Daddy needs those.”

Written 2020. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2020

#they're back :"))#jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #bts smut #bts fanfic #floralseokjin:writings #fic:flll

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kitacco · 3 years

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intense.

pairing: gn!reader, yuta okkotsu.

genre: fluff with a tiiiiiiiiny angst.

summary: he’s hard to read but easy to love.

cw: none.

wordcount: 1k.

yuta was pretty intense.

just thinking about it made you laugh, like the time you two first met.

to be so shy (like he claimed), yuta was surely confident with his words. you had no doubt of it when he approached you on the train. he never told you why, but he asked you if it was okay for him to walk you home. you should’ve probably said no; a total stranger asking to walk you home? that wasn’t common. still, the way his eyes tried to communicate something to you convinced you to accept his offer (or rather request).

now, if you were to tell this to someone, they surely wouldn’t understand how such an act could had led you to end up dating him, but you couldn’t answer that either. it just happened.

yuta was on your bed reading a book as you babbled about your day at school and all the things you’d done before his arrival. as trivial as the details were, yuta was affectionately staring at you, nodding along everything you said.

“you should tell them off,” he interrupts your story, making you giggle.

it hadn’t been a really good day at school, actually. sadly the two of your friends had fallen sick, leaving you alone at school. given the situation, you were forced to group with three girls from your class you didn’t necessarily like much, having to write an essay. as you had expected, these three girls had decided you had to do everything alone, leaving all the work to you.

you wouldn’t complain, you never did whenever these kinds of situations happened, but the essay was quite long, specifically designated for it to be worked on in four parts.

“would you tell them off?” you ask, resting your arms on the edge of the bed right beside yuta’s head.

you and yuta never fought.

yuta was too nice, too loving to ever start a fight with you. after dating for five months you had realized yuta would never try to disagree with you, which sometimes made you felt uneasy, knowing with every disregard of his own feelings, and the bottling of his thoughts, always came an unexpected, and unwanted burst.

that afternoon was one of those days. it had happened two times already, that day being the third one, resulting in your inability to stop it before he’d come to his senses.

you knew there was something inside his overflowing head, you’d known since the first day you met him. his eyes were directly looking at you yet there was still so much he wanted to say, to do, to show. it was impossible to get him to talk, you had tried many times. yuta would always dismiss any concern regarding his thoughts, trying to assure you there was nothing in his head for you. you knew that wasn’t the case.

“it doesn’t matter if i were or not, i’m telling you you should and have to tell them off,” he sternly says, sitting up on the bed as he was prepared to storm out of the room at any moment.

you didn’t want that, you never wanted to fight with him. therefore, like he would, you’d find yourself agreeing with anything he said while on this rage. today, however, you wanted to be able to finish a fight without having to wait for him to come back after two or three hours. you had decided this would be the last fight you’d have.

“i’m just joking—”

“it’s not something to joke about.”

you sigh as he gets up, like you’d guessed, grabbing his bag and phone. you stand up too, trying to impede yuta from leaving, “why do you always do that? we can talk about it without you exploding.”

“do what? i say something, you disagree, i want to avoid a fight,” he simply says as if it made complete sense. you giggle.

“no, you start a fight and now want to leave because you don’t know how to mend it,” you state, with a smile on your face. but, even though yuta is right in front of you, you know he can’t see you smile, his mind clouded.

“i didn’t start a fight? you started the fight!” he exclaims, frowning, genuinely hurt over your words.

yuta thinks you’re not wrapping the situation yet, feeling neglected, but as you laugh again, your hand coming to grab onto his bad and arm to sit him on your bed again, yuta suddenly forgets what were the two of you even arguing about.

“see? wasn’t it easy?”

yuta doesn’t answer, and you can finally see his eyes looking at yours too. you’ll make sure to palm yourself on the back after he leaves for the day.

“i don’t get it, it’s taken me literally years to control my head,” yuta sighs, letting his body fall on the bed.

you shrug, a smile on your face as you watch him run a hand through your hands.

“maybe because i am able to see both sides at the same time?”

“or maybe because you are too good to be true?”

you can’t hide your face, yuta is fast to squish your cheeks, keeping you still as he observes the blush riding up your nose, following the path with his lips in a really cheesy way the two of you can’t help but laugh.

yuta was pretty intense, you knew that. but also, that was the reason you loved him. because when his mind wasn’t on the clouds, he was by your side, and with that intense he loved you, could you ask for more?

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cicissketchbook · 3 years

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Y’all wanna read my Apritello story?

So sometimes when my artistic drive is down, the writing bug will come bite me. I’ve been working on an Apritello story for awhile that currently has three chapters that are up on my Patreon. Eventually I’ll post it publicly, but I want my patrons to have early access. Anyway here’s an excerpt from the first chapter.

It’s kind of angsty.

The summary is, April invites Donnie to join her for a long weekend at the farmhouse, which sounds romantic until you consider that she’s been plagued with visions of his accidental death and is desperate to stop it from happening.

To say there was tension in the air was a drastic understatement. Truthfully, things had been tense for a while. Blame it on cabin fever, or perhaps they were outgrowing their sewer lair, but the brothers had been quick to jump down each other’s throats.

Leo was especially on edge, and not unlike how it had been since they were kids, his mood had set the tone for everyone else. One thing that differed from childhood though, was that he had been butting heads with Donnie, while Raph remained a mostly neutral third party.

There was the knowledge that they were getting older and they all had desires to get out there and live their own lives, and then the realization that doing so wasn’t really possible for them in the world they lived in. They wanted what any young adults would want, but they were mutants. The world still saw them as freaks. They couldn’t lead normal lives the way they wanted to. They knew this, they had known this all their lives. They had all been on the same page about it. They realized that living their lives in the sewer, at least most of it, was probably in the cards. April had always contested this idea, believing that the world would accept them in time. It’s not like people didn’t know mutants existed, but the turtles weren’t willing to take the risk. It’s not like they couldn’t go out and do things like they always had, but leaving the nest for good just wasn’t feasible. And they were content with this. The sewer was all they’d ever known. They’d always been together and they were happy to always be together.

But like all families, arguments were inevitable. Familiarity breeds contempt, after all. And they were accustom to bickering. But… it was different now. Leo seemed ready to explode at the drop of a pen, Raph never seemed to be able to find enough alone time, Donnie felt like he brought more to the table than the other three combined, and Mikey… sweet Mikey was such an incurable optimist that he sought to find the positive in every situation, but they knew he did this to mask his depression.

If asked what they were arguing about today, the simple answer would be that they were all just getting on each other’s nerves. Donnie couldn’t even remember how the argument started because they fought about trivial things so frequently, but he remembered the thing that Leo said that set him off.

“God, why is it so hard for you to just do your part? Why do we have to pick up your slack?”

Donnie was silent for a moment, almost unsure he’d heard correctly. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me, you never fucking help out with anything!” Leo’s tone implied that there was something else he was upset about that he wasn’t speaking of.

Donnie, by his best effort, kept his voice calm and composed. “I’m sorry, are you referring to three days ago when I didn’t help clean up the disaster in the kitchen because I was literally putting the microwave back together? Or perhaps last week when you left a mess for me to clean up that you all made while I wasn’t even here? And then you got mad when I didn’t?”

Leo seemed to get more aggravated at the mention of Donnie not being there, but continued on. “C’mon man, there are four of us that live here, it’s really not asking too much for everyone to help clean up around here.”

“Dude, I clean up after myself more than anyone. The difference is, when I make a mess, it’s in my lab rather than communal space and-“

“Oh, right, I forgot. The huge space you have that’s your’s. That none of us have.” Leo turned to their other brothers who sat near by. “Hey Raph, other than your tiny bedroom, do you have your own creative space that you can do whatever you want in? Mikey, how about you?”

Raph hadn’t spoken, but seemed invested in the exchange his brothers were having. It was impossible to tell who’s side he was on. Before Mikey could speak, Raph stopped him and said firmly, “Leave us out of this, man.”

“So now your mad at me… because of my lab?”

Leo paused, not making eye contact, before he huffed. “No.” He admitted quietly.

Normally, Donnie was used to these arguments making little or no sense, but Leo seemed genuinely angry and he couldn’t understand why.

“Bro, what is up?” He demanded. “Why are you actually so upset?”

“I just…” Leo started. Donnie could tell there was something he didn’t want to say. Leo crossed his arms and turned away from his brother. “I just want to know… where your priorities are.”

“My priorities?” Donnie was trying not to lose his patience. He had no idea where this was coming from nor where it was going. Which meant one of two things. Either there was something his brother wasn’t telling him, or this was in fact going no where. Like, this had started out a fight about cleaning duties, and now he’s talking about priorities. If Leo did have a point, he wanted him to hurry up and make it because this argument seemed like a waste of time.

“It just…” Leo blew another huff through his nose. “It just seems like… you are… distancing yourself from us, Donnie.”

This statement completely threw Don for a loop. He hadn’t expected that at all. “What in the world are you talking about?” He asked, truly bewildered by the turn in conversation. “Because I don’t want to clean up messes that aren’t mine? Like what the hell-?”

“No, obviously it’s not that. It’s alot of things.” Leo spoke quieter now, not as impassioned.

“Well, I would love to know what those things are, because I am completely lost here.”

“You never want to hang out with us anymore, and when you do, you act like you’d rather be doing anything else-“

Donnie cut him off with a humorless chuckle. “We’re brothers, we all get on each other’s nerves.”

“And I get that, but we do all still live together and we all need to contribute to the household chores, and you’ve just been acting like you are so far above doing any type of housework that doesn’t directly effect you.”

“Well, excuse me Leo, sorry if when it rains and the power get knocked out and I have to go topside by myself in the cold pouring rain to fix the power line, I don’t also want to have to mop up the leak in the kitchen when none of you did anything to help!”

“Okay, you keep bring up specific instances, but I’m talking about in general-“

“No, you’re talking alot of nonsense is what you’re doing!” Donnie’s lack of patience was starting to show. “First you’re mad that you think I don’t clean enough, then you’re mad that I have a lab and you don’t? Then you say I’m distancing myself from you all…?” Donnie stood and made a move like he was going to walk away. “If you have something to say, Leo, you better just say it because this whole conversation seems like a waste of time to me. It’s late and I’m tired, so make your point, or I’m going to bed.”

“Are you distancing yourself from us because of April?”

Donnie had already started walking away, as he didn’t expect Leo to actually have a point, so he was halted to a standstill at his words. “What does she have to do with anything?”

Leo looked away again, like he didn’t actually want to have this conversation. After a moment, he sighed and continued without making eye contact. “It just seems like… I mean… I thought we were all on the same page here. We’ve had this discussion, a long time ago. We aren’t…. Human. We’re getting older and it makes sense that we’d want to start living our own lives, but… we can’t. Not really. The world doesn’t accept us, so staying down here is just how it has to be. I thought we had agreed on that. That no matter what the world thought of us, no matter that we can’t lead normal lives, at least we all had each other. But… now it seems like you have other plans, Donnie.”

He finally looked at his brother and Donnie could see the emotions in his eyes. Nothing of what he said had been new information, of course. Donnie knew, painfully well, that the world saw them as freaks and being “normal” was not a luxury they’d ever be able to have. Alot of their friends were at the point where they were starting to branch off, which didn’t help. Karai and Shinigami were currently back in Japan. It was just a visit, but the kind of visit that lasted for a month or two. Casey had gotten a hockey scholarship for a different school than the one April attended. He was trying to go pro, so he poured all his time and attention into practicing. He still came around, but not like he used to. Mona Lisa had left Earth awhile ago, also with promise to return, but they hadn’t heard from her in a few weeks. They were sure it was just a new mission she had, but that didn’t make Raph feel any better. April was the only one who still came around all the time. With most of their enemies gone, everyone was moving on and it felt like the world didn’t need them anymore.

The pain in Leo’s voice would’ve normal made Donnie want to hug him, but it was the accusation that he couldn’t get over.

“Leo…” He gestured non threateningly with his hands. “Why are you acting like I’m not literally living down here in the sewers right along with you? And I still don’t see what April has to do with anything-”

“Okay, I’m going to jump in here.” Raph said unexpectedly. “Look, Dude, I know we don’t… we don’t say it enough but… we would be up schitts creek without a paddle without you.” He crossed the room to give Leo a lighthearted punch in the arm. “Wouldn’t we, Leo?”

“…Yeah.”

“So because of that, the idea of you leaving is…. It’s scary.” Raph admitted. He was going to say something else, but Donnie interrupted.

“I’m not going anywhere! What in the actually hell are you guys talking about?!”

Leo rolled his eyes, apparently getting annoyed again. “Don, can we please stop pretending like you’re not going to marry April and then move in with her?”

Donnie froze. To say they touched a nerve was an understatement. April was his best friend, but truthfully, it was very painful to be her friend sometimes. His feelings for her were still just as intense as ever, but for different reason now. In his youth, he’d maintained a kind of innocent hopefulness that they would someday be together, and he never even really thought of the details of how. He knew, even back then, that it wasn’t that simple and when he really thought about it, nothing about it made sense. Which is why he didn’t think about it. Now though, after some soul searching and dropping into a deep depression which he was starting to get better from, he’d resigned himself to the reality that she would never be with him. He’d accepted it, and told himself that it was enough to just be her friend. But the truth was, that pain never went away. They had such a close friendship, they had developed such a level of comfort with each other, but he knew it would never be enough. The idea of never seeing her again was unbearable, but to be so close to her, knowing that it was as close as he would ever get… it was torture. He didn’t care though, he just couldn’t let her go.

What really hurt was when she would talk about the next stage in her life. She was in school now, but with her grades and what she was studying, she could go anywhere. She wanted to travel, she spoke of it often. She never made any committal remarks about moving away, other than when she talked about the farmhouse and saying how expensive it is to live in the city. Her dad had signed the property over to her for tax reasons, and she would’ve inherited it anyway. She wanted to renovate it.

He was only vaguely aware that Raph and Leo were still talking.

“It’s not like we’re mad at you for finding love, that’s not it at all!” Raph was saying, obviously more concerned than Leo about ruffling his brother’s feathers. “It’s just, we need to be realistic about what would happen if you weren’t here.”

“Yeah, and the reality is, frankly, I think we all feel left behind by our friends, but we didn’t think our clan would be breaking up as well!” Leo threw his hands up, finally letting his true feelings out. “I mean, all we have is each other, we’re the last of the Hamato clan! I can’t let this clan die, I just can’t.”

“Why do you guys feel the need to do that?”

They stopped, taken aback by how low and serious Donnie’s voice was. He was done barking, he looked ready to bite.

“Do what?”

Donnie’s chest felt tight and he had to taken in a sharp breath through his nose to keep his cool. “Why do you guys feel the need to not only remind me of my unrequited feelings for my… our best friend… but now, you’re holding it against me?”

Raph looked concerned at first, but then sighed. “Donnie, c’mon, don’t act like you wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to get out of here. April isn’t going to stay in New York forever.”

The statement, while probably true, hurt to hear. “What does that have to do with me?” He said, quieter this time. “I can’t help what April does.”

“Dude, she is literally planning her future with you in it. Have you not noticed that?” Leo nearly screamed. “You have the opportunity to get out of here and do something with your life, and we’ll be-“

“No she’s not!” Donnie shouted back. “Are you guys smoking crack or something? Don’t say that shit to me! April doesn’t…” He paused, his words getting caught in his throat. “April doesn’t want me. I thought we’d been over this.”

Mikey, who hadn’t yet spoke, immediately picked up on how much pain Donnie was in. “Hey guys, let’s just drop it, yeah?”

Leo pressed on as if his youngest brother hadn’t spoken. “Maybe she didn’t five years ago, but she sure as shit does now.” He didn’t seem bothered by Donnie visible cringe. “I mean, dude, you’ve spent the night, alone at her house.”

“So has Mikey. And Raph once, I think.” Donnie said quietly, and Raph nodded in confirmation. “And she’s spent the night here a billion times, that doesn’t mean anything.”

“Mikey and Raph didn’t sleep in her bed.” Leo said accusingly.

“I did.”

They all paused and turned to the youngest brother. Raph spoke. “You did?”

“Every time I go over there, I sleep in her bed.” Mikey said matter-o-factly. “Whenever… whenever I’m sad, she let’s me come over and… she’ll listen. She doesn’t try to offer solutions, she doesn’t try and tell me things to make me feel better, she just… listens. And that’s what helps me the most. Then we watch funny videos.”

None of them commented at first. They all knew Mikey struggled with depression, but he rarely, if ever, talked about it. They all had told him at some point that they were there if he needed to talk, but he never came to any of them. One might of thought that hearing that his brother shared a bed with April might make Donnie jealous, but quite the opposite, it made him very happy and appreciative to hear about it. It made sense that Mikey would be more comfortable talking to April than to any of them, and to know that she had been there for him was comforting. Donnie wanted that for his brother.

“See?” He said finally, more to Leo than anyone else. “April… she’s there for all of us. She cares about all of us… I’m not special.”

“Donnie, don’t say that.” Mikey offered and rose from his seat to place a hand on his brother’s shoulder. Donnie placed his own hand over Mikey’s and squeezed it, staring at the floor. “She cares about you the most. More than you know.”

“Mikey, please, please don’t.” He said through his teeth. “I can’t… I can’t even believe we’re having this conversation right now. You know how long it took me to accept the fact that I was kidding myself by thinking there could ever be something between us? Of course you guys know, which is why it is so baffling to me that you feel the need to do this.”

“So if April wanted you to move away with her, you wouldn’t do it?”

Raph punched Leo in the arm again. It was a strange thing, to see Raph scold Leo for being insensitive. Donnie had had enough though.

“I’m out of here.” He turned on his heel and heading towards the turnstiles.

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

Yes, it’s NSFW, of course it is.

#TMNT 2012 #apritello #donatello #leonardo #raphael #michelangelo #mikey #raph #leo #donnie #apriltello #tmnt #fanfiction

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wolfish-trickster · 2 years

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Personal rant about toxic friend below the cut i just feel the need to talk it out

So for context in my class there was this lying bitch. She lied all the time about everything. I kept being her friend because i had no other choice, besides her i used to have no one. But then i got friends, more than i ever had.

So I started ignoring the liar and kept being 'her friend' only because she was trying to squeeze herself in my group of friends and replace me and I wouldn't let her do it.

The most infuriating thing about her is that she kept lying about her health so she could avoid exams at school. Some examples: claiming to have teared stomach wall but eating solid food and moving on pe as ifnothing happeden, claiming to going getting infusions in her arm and having bruises from that but not a single bruise being on her arm (plus she could fold them perfectly fine without any pain, imagine just pulling a needle from your vein and folding that arm, it will hurt like hell), claiming to have frequent migraines (when i, who has them diagnosed, asked her how her migraines usually go she never once described a migraine symptom, only ordinary headache), and lots more including mental health (like telling a girl who is on antidepressants and has to visit psychiatrist once a week that she swallowed some pills and had to go to hospital multiple times and when the girl asked her why she didn't get sent to psychiatrist (something they usually do to people who try to off themself) she just said that she got better and didn't need one, which is a lie, whenever someone tries to game end themself they are always sent to a psychiatrist, no matter what). All of her 'health problems' she contradicts all the time. Teared stomach wall but no problem eating solid food and being on pe, bruised hands from infusions and yet not a bruise in sight and perfect mobility in both hands, suffers with migraines but couldn't describe a single symptom of one, claims to pass out frequently and that's why she needs to leave school sooner but being completely fine risking passing out on her way out of school, etc

Plus she copies, a lot. She said her biggest hobby is drawing but she has always talked about how she writes poems and all of a sudden when i get attention for my drawings she claims to draw as well, even though i've never seen her hold a pencil and doodle, never.

She also belittles my friend in various occasions. She thinks she is smarter than her so she proceeds to explain the most trivial things to her as if she (the friend) was a child, always acting as if she's better than her, smarter than her, knows better than her etc even tho my friend has better grades than her and understand the stuff better than her.

She also copies a lot more other people who got fed up with it and argued with her. Yesterday I joined that group of people.

Yesterday we had two exams. The liar, as always, didn't come. So we assumed she's 'sick' again. But right before the penultimate class of that day I checked instagram and saw her story. She was shopping. I was furious. In pure annoyance with her ongoing antics i messaged her asking about her problems and telling her to not lie anymore and just tell the truth. If she said 'I knew nothing so I skipped school' I would be completely okay with that, but she kept getting tangled in her lies moreand more.

I was making valid points in our conversation, pointing out every plot hole in her lies that i kept track of over the year, and then she pulles out the mental health card, even though I never even mentioned anything with that. And she pulls out her dead father as well, even though i never mentioned him either. Right after she kept pulling these 'pity me, i have worse life than you do' cards I blocked her. There wasnopoint in trying to make her tell the truth at least once in her life.

So that's how I cut off a very toxic person in my life, she has been in it for three years, for three years I've been fed with her lies. For three years she has been draining me of my energy, touching me when I said to not touch me, not letting me when I told her, pulling my sketchbook from my hands without permision, taking my food without asking, calling me nickname i specificly told her to not use (only my parents use that nickname and she knew that).

I'm so relieved she hates me now. She is going to avoid me. I'll be free from her. I feel a little sad too, she has been in my life for three years and I considered her my best friend. I will miss that best friend, but I will never miss the person she turned into. I'm happier now.

#personal rant #toxic friend #delete later

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seokstrivia · 3 years

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Life Goes On | myg

ღ Summary: You got to know Min Yoongi better than anyone else

ღ Arranged Marriage AU | Word count: 3k

ღ Min Yoongi x Reader: angst, fluff, slowish burn, breakup, sweet pick-up lines, yoongi is an actual sweetheart in this

“Min Yoongi seems like a lovely boy, doesn’t he?” Your mum smiled just before she sipped her tea.

“Very polite,” your dad added, eyes still focused on the newspaper in hand.

You rolled your eyes at the sound of his name. The one name you’d been hearing for two weeks straight, the one guy they wouldn’t stop talking about.

It was beginning to get on your nerves.

“I’ve only met him once,” you told them.

Of course, they didn’t listen to what you had just said. They were too busy in their own little world, talking about a potential son-in-law, and how perfect he was.

No one was perfect. Even Yoongi could have his bad moments, no matter how successful he could become in the future.

“We want you to stop by his class and ask him out to dinner,” your mum exclaimed.

When you told your mum you would, you were lying. You’d been lying about a lot of things, like when your parents first met Yoongi, you told them it was your first time meeting him. Of course, you knew who he was, he was your best friends’ ex, after all.

There were a lot of things you hid from your parents, simply because they thought they were right and you were wrong. That’s why they didn't know you were in a relationship with Namjoon.

It was your secret.

Kim Namjoon was different from others, he spoke freely, he was smart, he was clumsy, funny, endearing. The list could go on, and on, and on.

However, not telling them about him was not a good idea like you thought it would be, and it was too late to tell them about him now. They had become so fond of Yoongi that anything you said would go in one ear and out the other.

It was pointless. They never listened.

“I knew we should’ve told your parents about us,” Namjoon sighed.

You didn’t want to argue with him, but he was making you feel guilty— as if you’d done something wrong. There was no denying that he was right, he always was; he was Kim Namjoon. Still, you hoped for a little remorse from him.

He had his back to you, not because he was angry or annoyed, but because he was upset that your parents were so involved with this other guy, someone who wasn’t him— the guy that loved you so much.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, eyes dropping to the ground. “It’s all my fault.”

Namjoon’s long and tired sigh was your response.

Who knew something so trivial could become so consequential? This wouldn’t even be an issue if you told your parents, but it would only matter if they listened. If they weren’t so stubborn and irritatingly petty.

More guilt surpassed through your mind like water down a drain, you didn’t know if there was a way to fix this. Running away with Namjoon was out of the question, he had a whole, successful, life ahead of him. You couldn’t take that away from him, it would be too selfish.

“We can tell them now,” Namjoon offered. “If you want to.”

He sounded distant as if preparing himself for the inevitable. Namjoon knew what your response would be, he’d suggested telling your parents a few times and every time you had said no in response. He would be lying if he said it wasn’t hurtful.

“Joonie—”

“I’m not being selfish,” he interrupted. “I just want to be able to love you openly. Without hiding behind closed doors.”

This time you sighed in response, maybe you didn’t deserve someone like Namjoon. He was too good for this world, too good for someone as selfish as you. But now, now he was suffering, and it was all your fault.

“I love you, Kim Namjoon.”

He knew what was coming next, he prepared himself for it. This would bound to happen one day, and that was okay. It would just take a while to get over you, and all his love for you— it wasn’t easy, he knew that, but he had to do it.

You reached for his hand when he didn’t reply and interlaced your fingers together. Perhaps, he wasn’t expecting you to hold on to him, but you couldn’t let go, not now, not ever. Although it was selfish of you, it would hurt too much to lose him.

“I love you, Kim Namjoon.”

The words seeped into the cold air and disappeared as quick as they appeared. Namjoon squeezed your hand before letting go, you knew what was coming since you had also prepared yourself for the inevitable.

It was going to be okay.

“I’ll always love you, y/n,” he whispered. “But… it’s not going to work the way we want it to.”

Namjoon was right. He was always right.

><><><><><><

A long sigh parted your lips as you slumped your chin onto your hand. The library was the last place you wanted to be, especially after school.

“Stop sighing. It’s not the end of the world.”

Your best friend was sitting in front of you, her glasses hanging off the bridge of her nose while she focused on her studies. The very friend who dated Min Yoongi for nine months, however, she didn’t cry when they broke up, she said it was bound to happen.

“It is the end of the world,” you told her. “I miss Joonie.”

She rolled her eyes as she raised her head to look at you, there was an unimpressed expression on her face while she stared you down. Sometimes, you wondered if she was an emotionless soul, like a rock or something.

“Y/n, you’re going to be fine,” she stated matter-of-factly. “You’ll find someone else.”

“My parents already found someone,” you muttered under your breath.

Of course, she didn’t know you were currently engaged to Yoongi. A lot happened after Namjoon broke up with you, he deleted your number and ignored your whole existence. He got it lucky. Whereas you didn’t even have the chance to sulk, since your parents decided to get you engaged to Yoongi without another word.

“What do you mean?”

You licked your lips while trying to pace your rapidly beating heart. She was your best friend, this wasn’t something you could hide from her forever. More so, she was bound to find out one day. So, why not now?

“I’m engaged to Min Yoongi.”

She reacted in a way you didn’t expect her to. She laughed.

“Good luck with that sop,” she shook her head, a teasing smile on her lips. “He’s as real as a robot.”

You sighed loudly once more before sulking back in your seat. At least she wasn’t angry about you being with her ex-boyfriend. Besides, you didn’t want to get married to a robot! What did she even mean when she said that?

“I hate my life,” you cried aloud earning looks from the few students in the library.

Three days went by since you spoke to your friend. She said she would be there for you if you needed someone to talk to, arranged marriages aren’t easy, especially when you’re in love with someone else she voiced.

A pout subconsciously emerged on your lips while you thought about what she said. It made you feel even guiltier, what if you could never come to love Yoongi? What if you spent the rest of your life thinking about Kim Namjoon?

“I know I’m not the most interesting,” a voice piped up. “But I would like to get to know you.”

There was a small smile on Yoongi’s lips. It wasn’t fair. He was such a nice guy, so you couldn’t even hate him.

“I’m sorry,” you apologised, sheepishly playing with the sleeve of your dress. “What would you like to know?”

He shrugged his shoulders, unsure how to continue the conversation. He was never good at this, hence why everyone he dated broke up with him, or people stop trying to start conversations with him.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t trying.

“Honestly, I’m not very good at this,” he expressed.

Yoongi’s eyes were as dark as the night sky, and his smile was as cute as a button, but he always had this blank expression on his face, and you couldn’t help but smile. He seemed so confused and lost sometimes, like a lost pup.

More so, he was different from Namjoon.

Min Yoongi was dark, bitter coffee on a cold bitter night, but he was as sweet as honey drizzled in warm tea on a warm summer’s day. He was mysterious, yet, understandable. Yoongi was different and the more time you spent with him, the more he captivated your curious mind.

“It’s ok,” you told him with a smile. “We can take our time and get to know each other, day, by day.”

He smiled wide and bright, his eyes almost disappearing behind his cheeks. It was a spectacle you wouldn’t mind seeing every day.

“Thank you for understanding,” he replied coolly.

In that time, what your friend said about him being a robot ran through your mind, Yoongi was so different from what she told you. He made you want to get to know him, he made you want to spend time with him, he made you want to try.

He was different.

As you continued to spend more time with Yoongi, you’d learnt he had some cute traits, although he had a blank or serious expression on his face most of the time, he was funny and so adorable. If Namjoon wasn’t still on your mind, you probably would’ve fallen for him in seconds.

“We’re not socks,” Yoongi spoke up. “But we’d make a great pair!”

When you turned around to look at him, he was holding up a pair of bright pink socks. There was a smug smile on his face, clearly proud of himself and his pick-up line, you couldn’t help but laugh at how silly it was.

“That was good, Yoongi,” you grinned. “I’m impressed.”

Yoongi sent you a wink causing a blush to spread across your cheeks before putting the socks back. He’d been breaking out of his shell more and more as you spent time together, it was nice being with him.

Your parents were so happy that you were getting along, and that things between you two were working out. Although you were still kind of annoyed at them, there was no denying that you and Yoongi got along really, really, well.

He was on your mind a lot more. He would be the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep, the first thing when you woke up in the morning and you always wondered what he was doing when he wasn’t with you.

At first, you thought it was because he was a new person in your life, someone you wanted to get along with and get to know more. But as you thought about it— properly thought about it, you realised you had gained feelings for him.

Some days when you were together, small touches such as fingers brushing against fingers would set your heart alight and cause a blush to spread across your face. His laugh would make you smile, his gaze would make you feel shy, his words, his sweet words, would cause butterflies to swarm in your stomach.

Of course, you loved Namjoon, but he didn’t make you feel the way Yoongi had made you feel in the short span of three months. Yoongi wasn’t afraid to share his emotions, he wasn’t scared to tell you how he felt. He trusted you more than Namjoon ever did.

“Your hand looks heavy,” Yoongi whispered. “Here, let me hold it for you.”

You bit your bottom lip, trying to contain the wide grin that was about to spread across your face. His hand was warm in your cold one, and now, now your mind wasn’t focusing on the movie on the big screen. Your mind was running in circles for the boy next to you.

There was a cheeky grin on his face as he tightened his hold on your hand, he wasn’t focused on the movie either, little did you know, his mind was running in circles for you. He never knew he would fall in love with someone so quickly.

More so, he felt like he could be himself with you. He was home with you.

“You are a ball of flowery sunshine, Min Yoongi.”

Days with Yoongi turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months.

Although you were closer than ever now, you hadn’t ever actually spoken about what you two were or what you were about to become. The thought of getting married never once coursed through either of your minds, but now that it was merely a day away, you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

What if getting married ruined what you had? What if he grew to hate you? What if… what if he never loved you?

A sigh parted your lips as you stood in front of the tall mirror in your wedding dress. Your mum was too busy thanking the tailor for fixing the dress to think about you or your concerns. She was always like that, so you didn’t expect anything from her.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, drawing you away from your thoughts. It was a text from the one boy who never left your mind, but there was also a text from the one boy you wanted to forget.

Another sigh left your lips.

— From Yoongles ♡: I know we’re getting married tomorrow, but I have something I’d like to tell you in person if you’ll meet up with me tonight.

— To Yoongles ♡: Of course, I’ll meet with you tonight.

You licked your lips before pressing send.

— From Namjoon: Please don’t get married. I need you.

A sigh parted your lips.

— To Namjoon: I wish you the best with your future.

After sending your reply, you blocked Namjoon’s number.

The only one who mattered now was Min Yoongi, and you would be lying if you said you hadn’t fallen in love with him. More so, it felt good to finally move on from an old love, especially one who gave up on you so quickly and easily.

“Are you okay, dear?” Your mum asked catching you by surprise.

You smiled at her while nodding your head, “I’m great.”

It was the truth, for once in your life, you were happy with how things were going, you were also, somewhat grateful, to your parents, but they didn’t need to know that. As if you would ever tell them they were right.

When you got home with your mum, the first thing you did was rush to your room to get ready. Although Yoongi had seen your worst moments, you wanted to put in a little effort for him. Today he was… your friend? Tomorrow he would be your husband.

The thought itself was thrilling— exciting, but it was a big step since you’d completely missed the dating stage. A part of you didn’t mind, but the other part yearned for his touch. Yearned for his lips on yours, his lingering touches and sweet moans.

However, the more you thought about what Yoongi wanted to tell you, the more your insecurities and worries surfaced your mind. What if he didn’t want to marry you? What if he found someone else? What if he didn’t want you in his life?

Oh my god, breathe!

“Y/n, are you okay?”

His voice startled you, but when you turned around to look at him, you suddenly felt calm.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you chuckled sheepishly.

Yoongi shook his head in scepticism while reaching for your hand to intertwine it with his.

“Get those worries out your head, love,” he scolded.

A pout formed on your lips because he figured you out, and it wasn’t fair. Over the months, Yoongi observed you closely, he learnt about your habits and traits, he remembered your favourite foods, he carefully considered what you said. He was the ideal man.

“So,” you breathed out while releasing all worries. “What did you want to tell me?”

Yoongi smiled his perfect gummy smile, and your heart swooned. He let go of your hand as he took a step back and bent down to one knee. That’s when your heart stopped beating, more so, when you thought you were going to pass out.

“Y/n, my love,” he grinned just as he pulled out a navy velvet box. “I know we’ve skipped a big step and we’ve been engaged for a year, but I wanted to do this properly. Will you marry me?”

You wiped your tears before nodding your head and choking out a yes. Yoongi slipped the ring onto your finger and bound his arms around your waist, drawing you in for a long-awaited hug.

>> Honeymoon <<

“Are you a banana?” Yoongi whispered. “Because I find you a-peeling.”

You rolled your eyes, “we’re married now. You can stop with the pick-up lines!”

He chuckled into your ear while pulling you closer to his chest, “I love you.”

“Yeah, I love you too, Min Yoongi.”

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svu-ncis-criminalminds · 4 years

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5 times Hotch didn’t kiss you and 1 time he did

Request : Hotch x bau reader where the reader is in her 20s and has no clue that Hotch’s feelings for her are mutual?

I decided to write this in the format of 5+1 so here is 5 times Hotch didn’t kiss you and 1 time he did.

For once a case ended in the most favorable way possible and the mood was light on the flight back to Quantico. You sat across from Reid, a chessboard between you, and Reid sat beside Hotch, Rossi was across from him. JJ, Prentiss, and Morgan were sitting around the other table, talking and joking. You and Reid were arguing semantics, you were trying to cheat at chess.

Hotch watched you laugh and couldn’t help but smile slightly himself at your joy. It wasn’t often you all smiled, he was going to allow himself. To enjoy it.

“Chess isn’t about trying to find loopholes, Y/N.” Reid groaned and you laughed. “Rossi, tell her,” Rossi shook his head, flipping a page of the book he was reading.

“Fight amongst yourselves, don’t drag me into this.”

“I’m not trying to find loopholes,” You grinned. Your eyes lit up when you smiled like that and for once you actually look your age. “I’m just saying the rules aren’t clear. Maybe they’re intentionally vague.” Hotch chuckled and you turned your head, a smile still big to look at him. He found himself wishing you were sitting across from him instead of Reid. And perhaps you weren’t on a plane, but instead, a nice dinner sat between you. And you’d be smiling at his words like that.

You looked away from him back to the board in front of you. That was the first time Hotch ever thought about kissing your lips. He shook the thought from his head, that was inappropriate, you were his subordinate and you were so young. Hotch broke his eyes from you and looked ahead to Rossi who was already staring back at him with a knowing look.

The unsub was unhinged, gun in hand and a little girl held in his free arm, keeping her between Hotch and his torso. She was crying and he was ranting and raving, and Hotch was trying to talk him down in some capacity. The unsub, a mechanic and serial murderer named Paul Crossley was too frantic to pay attention to his back, and Hotch was as you and Morgan crept up behind him, guns up.

“Crossley put the gun down!” Morgan yelled out firmly. The next events happened too quickly. Crossley spun, scared to be taken from behind and dropped the girl he was holding, finger twitching involuntarily. One-shot rang out followed immediately by a second one and two people fell.

Hotch was running before he even knew if it was safe to run because it wasn’t Morgan whose body had collapsed. Hotch ran past the unsub who was now lying in a pool of his own blood, he even ran past the child he had tossed aside. He dropped to his knees beside Morgan who was already hovering over you. There was no blood.

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” You spoke and Hotch felt relief flood him. “It hit my vest,” Then He was using his own hands to unclasp your bulletproof vest from you.

“Hotch,” Morgan warned slightly. But you were already struggling to sit, wanting out of it just as much. It’s amazing how something that could save your life could immediately become suffocating once it did it.

“Are you alright?” He finally allowed himself to ask, knelt beside you as you caught your breath. Hotch wanted to grab you and pull you to him and feel that you were solid, that you were alive and okay. But Morgan was right here, you were surrounded by a flurry of cops and he could. Instead, he settled for helping you to your feet and out of the building to the waiting ambulance.

That was the second time Aaron Hotchner wanted to kiss you.

JJ had insisted and insisted for close to two months prior. She wanted to spend Thanksgiving together on the closet date to Thanksgiving that your caseload would allow. That’s why three days after the holiday you were all going to JJ’s house for dinner.

Hotch knocked, holding his store-bought pie as he allowed himself a moment of discomfort before entering. He has grown to value this time with all of you, the time where you weren’t coworkers but a group of friends too. However, it was also these times where he felt most tempted by you and that made Aaron feel guilty. The door opened and Garcia grinned, adorned in some Thanksgiving-themed outfit. Hotch couldn’t help but laugh.

Garcia ushered him in and took the pie making a joke about the label and plastic container the pie was in.

“Don’t you own any casual clothes?” You asked, appearing in front of Hotch with a glass of wine in one hand and a glass of scotch being offered to him in the other. Hotch took the drink and shrugged slightly.

“Thanksgiving was always a formal event for my family.” He responded and you nodded sipping your wine. He looked at you, he wanted to tell you how nice you looked wearing jeans and a sweater rather than your usual work garb. You were casual and effortless.

Dinner was fun, though Aaron wouldn’t use that phrase out loud willingly. You sat beside him at the dinner table, drinking wine and laughing. Your face was slightly flushed and you were tipsy, making jokes with Reid and Garcia. JJ brought out a homemade apple pie along with the now pathetic looking supermarket pie Hotch had brought. He briefly felt embarrassed, first for his pie than for being embarrassed about something so trivial.

“Okay who wants apple,” Aaron watched as most of the table raised their hand, but not you.”

“I want pumpkin,” You spoke up, reaching across the table to snag the whipped cream, “It’s Thanksgiving, you have to have pumpkin.” Hotch smiled to himself. He knew you didn’t know how much that meant to him, and he felt ridiculous that it did.

“I’ll have pumpkin as well,” Hotch responded. The pie was passed out and Hotch allowed himself to watch you fondly as you covered your pie completely with whipped cream before passing it. You were cute, whipped cream dripping down your chin, you wiped it with your hand. You turned your head and caught Hotch’s eye and he almost blushed getting caught looking at you. But you smiled like always and continued to eat his store-bought pumpkin pie.

More much more than the third time Aaron wanted to grab you and kiss you, he wanted to spend many more Thanksgiving with you.

Hotch’s doorbell rang and he frowned, it was late and he wasn’t expecting anyone. He turned the burner off and left the kitchen going to his front door and peering through the peephole. You stood on his front stoop looking nervous, biting your nail as you waited for him to answer.

“Y/L/N?” Hotch asked, opening the door worried. You looked surprised and he frowned. “Y/N. What’s wrong?” Aaron wanted to grab you and pull you inside. He wanted to know what was doing this to you so he could go after it, instead, he waited in silence for you to talk. You stared ahead for a moment before taking a deep breath and looking up at Aaron with big sad eyes.

“Can I come in?” You finally asked and Hotch nodded stepping back and allowing you into his house. Aaron's house felt like an extension of him and you found it calming. “I’m sorry to come here like this, it’s late. I’m- I just..” You couldn’t find the right words but it didn’t matter you didn’t need them for Hotch to know.

“Sit,” Hotch’s voice was gentle, not his normal stern work voice. “Do you want a drink? Unfortunately, I think I only have water and coffee. Scotch if you want it.” You looked up at him then, tears welling in your eyes, and Hotch nodded, going to get the scotch bottle and two glasses. Hotch sat beside you on the sofa, placing a glass in front of you and pouring a few fingers worth of scotch. You sat and silence and drank for a moment before you signed and put the glass down, hands fidgeting.

“Talk to me, that’s why you came here.” He was right.

“Does it ever get better?” You asked, and Aaron found himself wishing you were here with almost every other question. Because while he lied to himself and you in proxy, every day about how he feels, he couldn’t lie about this.

“No.” You nodded your head looking back down at the glass in front of you.

“That’s what I was afraid you’d say.” You whispered. Hotch thought about it for a moment before placing a hand on your arm and squeezing.

“That doesn’t mean we stop.” Aaron whispered while taking a swig of his drink, “It doesn’t mean we stop, Y/N. We will never catch them all. But that doesn’t mean we give up before we can save the ones we can.” You nodded slightly, “And it won't get better, they will keep finding new ways to kill we cannot control that. The only thing we can control is how we process it.”

“What do you mean?”

“A man I respect very much once reminded me of the importance of having something to take us away from all of this. His was comedy, old Charlie Chaplin movies.” He paused to give you a small sad smile, “You have to find your thing, Y/N, your light in this and you need to let it help you heal. Because if the job ever stops hurting, it’s time to walk away.” You nodded your head blinking away one more stray tear. Hotch poured you each other drink, offering his glass out to you, you clinked yours against his.

“Cheers.” You smiled.

“Cheers,” Hotch replied, watching you take a sip. He felt sad. Maybe he should have said something else, told you that you were too young that you shouldn’t have to see the things you see on the regular. He wanted to tell you how he saw it weighing on you and he didn’t like that.

“Thank you,”

“Your welcome.” Hotch wanted to pull you to him and kiss away the pain on your face and the frown on your lips. But once again he didn’t, mentally citing to himself the exact passage in the FBI handbook that prevents him from dating subordinates.

“I want Reid here to help me with the Geographic profile, take Y/N to Greene to question Poplawski.” Rossi stopped briefly to throw a knowing look at Aaron, “It’s a 3-hour drive, think of it as a gift.”

“Don’t,” Hotch ordered, voice dark and brows furrowed. “I will call when we get there.” Hotch turned and walked swiftly from the room approaching you and Reid, “Y/N with me, were going to see Poplawski.”

“On death row?” You asked, surprised. Hotch nodded and you put the papers you were holding down and grabbing the Poplawski file before following him out of the police station you were working out of. Hotch led you to an unmarked state SUV getting in the driver's seat, and you got in on the passenger side. The first part of the ride was quiet, you were rereading the file and Hotch was alternating between keeping his eyes on the road and glancing at you in the mirror.

“How’s Jack?” The question was sudden and it took Hotch off guard.

“What?” You glanced up, shrugging slightly.

“Sorry if that’s inappropriate.” you shrugged slightly, “I saw he got new school pictures, you updated the one you keep on your desk I just-” You shrugged again, “Thought I’d ask.”

“He’s good.” Hotch replied, swallowing hard and trying to relax into the conversation, “doing very well in school this year, and he’s joined the soccer team at school.” Hotch didn’t talk about Jack much besides with his ex-wife. It was nice, he smiled.

“You must be proud, he’s a good kid.” You nodded, closing the file. You made other small talk on the drive, nothing particular, nothing deep. It was one of the most calming experiences Aaron had in a while. You were surprisingly easy to talk to, maybe it was because you were a good listener or because you were always honest with your words and spoke what was on your mind. Either way, Hotch loved talking to you. He looked at you in the mirror as you opened the file again, this time reading this aloud so you could come up with a game plan.

Hotch listened to you speak and watched you as the sunlight lit you up. It was moments like this Hotch wanted to say damn it all and pull the car to the side of the road just to kiss your lips. But right now people’s lives relied on you getting there promptly so once again he held himself back.

And the 1 where he does...

You’d gotten home early from your latest case, and JJ had yet to brief you on another one. While some of your co-workers took this as an opportunity to go home early and relax, you were doing the opposite. It was a quarter after 7 and you had spent the entire day catching up and trying to get ahead on what paperwork you could get ahead on. You’d seen Hotch once or twice so you knew he was still around somewhere.

When you were finished with your last paper you looked up to his office. The blinds were closed but the light was still on so you gathered your files and got up. You knocked on the door and waited for the familiar ‘come in’ before entering.

“Y/N, what are you doing here still, we got home hours ago.” You gestured with the big pile of folders in your heads.

“Catching up and getting head while I had the chance.” You smiled and Hotch reached his hand out to accept the papers. You walked to him handing it over before lingering in front of his desk. When you were around him it took a lot for you to pull yourself away and you always found yourself looking for excuses to be near your boss. It was terrible.

“Why are you still here?” You asked, arms crossing over your chest, Hotch leaned back in his chair looking at you.

“Paperwork as well,” Hotch gestured, “If I get behind it’s an impossible task to get caught up.” You nodded.

“We had a long week, you deserve an early night.” Hotch chuckled.

“I don’t get early nights, Y/N.” You shrugged and nodded shifting your weight on your feet. There was a moment of silence and you made eye contact with Hotch. He looked at you funny for a moment. You tilted your head.

“What?” Hotch stood up from behind your desk and you remained standing with your arms crossed, looking confused. He moved so he was standing in front of you, looking at you like that still. Your heart rate began to rise.

“May I..” He cleared his throat, “May I try something entirely inappropriate?” You didn’t need to be a profile to see Hotch’s eyes flicker between yours and your lips. Your breath caught and you nodded slightly. Aaron closed the distance placing his lips firmly on yours. You unfolded your arms and allowed your hands to rest on his chest. He deepened the kiss and you leaned closer as his hands gripped your waist. You broke the kiss but didn’t move away.

“I didn’t know you.. Felt like that?” You whispered and Aaron moved a hand up to push your hair behind your ear.

“I’ve been thinking about doing that for a long time.” He murmured in return, lips brushing yours again, you smiled.

“Well now's your chance,” With that Aaron leaned in again, kissing you deeply and hoping his kiss could say what his words never could.

#Criminal Minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #5+1 fic #hotch #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner #Aaron Hotch Hotchner #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch imagine #request

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marireadshellblazer · 3 years

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Hellblazer Issue #13

THIS. THIS FREAKIN’ ISSUE.

Honestly, the best review of the chapter would just be this picture and nothing more.

Just this thing. That’s really all you need.

However, I wanna dive into my thoughts on this a little more. So, off we go.

Okay, so I love the flashback to John’s childhood. I think that it’s easy to look back on our childhood and think of the “good ol’ days” when, in reality, those times were often not so good in the moment. I like how he addresses that by talking about what problems he could have faced during that supposedly happy time for him. In my own case, my family used to go to the ocean every summer. While I do have fond memories of those trips, as I reminisce about them, it doesn’t take long for me to recall the more unpleasant aspects of it that are easily forgotten in the sea of mental and physical snapshots of smiles and laughter.

Ahh nuclear power. This is a subject touched on early in Swamp Thing, and rightfully so; the avatar of nature and life would certainly have a bone to pick with nuclear energy and the destruction it can/does cause. In the case of Hellblazer here, this chapter outlines yet another social issue relevant to the time. On a side note, it’s chapters like these that are part of why I love these early issues. They are a time capsule that explores the issues of the time and presents them in a way that still feels very real even 30 years later. I mean, nuclear energy is still such a point of contention in the world today, not to mention nuclear weapons.

Now, I don’t know much about nuclear power usage in the UK or the feelings on it in the late 80’s-early 90’s. According to what I was able to find online, there are 13 nuclear reactors in the UK today. Like in other countries that use nuclear power, it’s believed that the benefits of having them outweigh the risks; not using fossil fuels, low emissions, relatively high efficiency, etc. However, as Chernobyl, the Three Mile Island accident, and the Fukushima disaster have taught us, these power plants can be dangerous with effects that are straight up nightmare-fuel. Only worse, because those nightmares are real.

Growing up in an Okinawan/Japanese household, the dangers of radiation, nuclear power, and nuclear weapons are stressed from a very young age. I remember reading books about hibakusha as a child and observing days of remembrance for victims of the bombs. War in general is a big no-no. So, the aftermath of the nuclear plant explosion really had me thinking about the hibakusha a lot.

Woooo this panel. I keep reading about how if all the major companies pitched in a small fraction of what they make the oceans would be spotless. I read the Japanese news, and the fact that the waste from the nuclear plant meltdown in 2011 is going to be released into the Pacific Ocean has incited public outrage. The American military base in Okinawa is poisoning the water supply, pushing native wildlife to extinction, and killing the coral reefs. The companies can afford to keep their executives in homes with golden shitters; the world’s governments are ok with spending over half it’s budget on guns; it seems that the world’s biggest players are more than willing to spend their money to keep handling things as they are. Even to the detriment of the environment. Even if it means sacrificing the health of not only the future, but the here and now. Supporting war and death over health. Disgusting.

Yes, John. We are pretty much doomed in one way or another.

Same though.

The whole scene of the power plant explosion is really well done. The art, the narration, it’s just *chief’s kiss* mwa!

The boyfriend going back for his boots and the woman with her children really struck me. They choose to stay close to the danger and worry over trivial things in the face of what is happening. Even the girlfriend arguing with John; she’s wanting cigarettes at a time like that. It parallels how a lot of the public looks at these situations, I think. I mean, just look at how people have reacted to the COVID pandemic; choosing to go out and risk their health as well as the health of others over trivial things. Do boots really matter when a reactor has exploded? Is going to a bar with the boys really more important than staying home to keep from being exposed to a deadly virus?

The “rescue” team that chases off John as he climbs through the ruins is pretty true to life, honestly. Caring more about the image of things and how well they can hide the reality of the aftermath than actually helping people. After all, if the world saw once again what destruction a nuclear meltdown can cause, it would cause worldwide outcry. No reason to scare them, right? Just hide all the bodies. Nuclear power is “safe” after all.

Nice references to Peter Pan.

Aaaaand now, this is where the weird finally reaches it’s peak.

Now, I had a few thoughts reading this section; how this whole issue could have parallels to human nature in it’s most basic form; disaster and industrial progress could actually send us back to a more primal state; the instinct to breed and continue on is innate even through a nuclear winter; evolution marches on; etc. I could elaborate, but that would be exhausting to write. Really, this explains everything.

Honestly, knowing what John has been through, it does not shock me that his dreams are like this.

#Hellblazer #issue 13 #reading #Thoughts #John Constantine

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So my partner is amazing and let's me ramble about RE to them whenever I want to, and even sat down to watch Vendetta with me when I bought it, so the other day I was like explaining Leon and Chris' characters (bc my partner knows how much I love them both lmao so of course that's what I was talking about), and we have both come to the conclusion that Leon is a bisexual disaster, and Chris is a homosexual. The running joke is that Leon is also just generally a whore, out there living his best life, and Chris is the kind of gay guy who no one expects to be gay bc of stereotypes and his habit of never really talking about himself, but he also was never really in the closet about it, so he's surprised whenever people are surprised to learn that he's gay lolol but in all seriousness Leon is not only bisexual, but he's the type to fall in love easily despite all of his background and trauma related to betrayal, so his heart is almost continually broken, either bc he's betrayed or he loses whoever it is he's found himself in love with (and sometimes both i.e. Krauser, and Ada at the end of RE2), either through death or just leaving bc he knows he can't stay/can't be with whomever. As for Chris, maybe I'm reading into it wrong, but despite all of the like, romantic connotations they try to put into some of his games (which I don't. Really see? Like there was some in the first game with Jill but I just cannot see them together like that, neither seem interested in one another like that. And of course, Jessica, who I can't stand, and who Chris is supposedly totally oblivious to? Like she thinks he didn't notice her flirting in RE revelations, and Parker is like "is it that, or is he maybe interested in someone else?" And the assumption there is that he means Jill, but again, I don't see it? Even in that game! But that line of Parker's always makes me think "yeah, he's more than just interested in someone else, he's playing for a whole nother team entirely!" lmao. And I haven't seen much for 5 but I'm sure it's there between Chris and Sheva, and then for 6 from what I understand there really is hardly any talk of Chris in regards to any women at all? 8 has nothing, as well, and the DLC for 7 is just another "Chris loses his entire team in horrific fashion yet again" side plot, so nothing there either), he never seems interested. He's always focused on the task at hand, not letting emotions get in his way, and like, some could argue that that's why he doesn't show interest or why Capcom doesn't create more romantic lore around him, but if they really wanted to Make Sure he was straight and Make Sure everyone playing these games knew that, I imagine there would be some one line little hints in the games of him talking about how he can't let himself get distracted, or in his line of work there are no happy endings or what have you, but. There's none of that. Bc he isn't forcing himself not to be interested, he isn't purposefully focusing on saving the day so he doesn't have to get hurt knowing he can never have whichever high potential for a dope ass protag female character who's constantly sacrificing herself to save him bc what better purpose could they serve, right Capcom?, he's just. There, doing his job and trying to save whoever he can, not getting distracted in anyway whatsoever by any of the women in his life, romantically at least. He still cares way too much, but it never comes off as romantic to me in pretty much any way. Also the note he leaves in his STARS locker in RE2remake, Claire being like "this doesn't sound like Chris at all!" Is funny to me bc like, I don't really remember so correct me if I'm wrong, but she doesn't elaborate on WHY that note doesn't sound like Chris lmao is it bc he's respectful to women at all times and doesn't ever objectify them, probably hates when other people do? Or is it bc he would never be interested in women in this way ANYWAYS, the man is so gay, he must have left this note so that Claire would know something is Up, bc her brother is Such a homosexual.

Anyways sorry, I just wanted to ramble/get your opinion on this. Over-analysing RE is actually really fun lmao

haha not gonna lie, I opened your ask in the car on the grocery store parking lot and tried to read it on my phone, and gave up squinting at the small screen halfway through :'D now that I'm back at my laptop though, lol, all good :'D

first of all I'm happy you have someone to ramble to even though they aren't into the thing themselves! :D I regularly rant about RE fandom things to my brother haha and he listens patiently although he isn't in the fandom at all, he's only played the games and that's it. but he still listens to my shippy rambles lol.

as for your thoughts? makes sense to me tbh. I definitely headcanon Leon as a bisexual disaster most of the time, because it does seem fitting. maybe it's partly because I think he's absolutely breathtakingly stunning and it'd be a shame to deny anyone that, so, naturally he wouldn't care about such trivial things as gender, pfth, love is love.

also Leon falling in love easily? absolutely. too damn easily. c'mon this is a man who gets attached to anyone who shows him even the tiniest amount of basic kindness in the matter of minutes. he canonically forms attachments with Claire, Ada, Krauser, Helena, Buddy and JD (JD 😭)... whoever else am I forgetting? but this is the guy who meets someone and would die for them five seconds later. so. it tracks.

and you know what, I can 100% see Chris being only into men. because like. I don't see the romance there either when he's interacting with the women in his life? okay, sure, I could imagine something there between him and Jill if pressed seeing the way he so single-mindedly wants to save her and then holds her in the scene after they get that thing off her chest. maybe. but even there it doesn't really feel super romantic to me, personally.

in the first game with Jill there's not... a lot of romance I don't think? sure she falls asleep against his shoulder in the evac helicopter but i mean, i've fallen asleep against a friend like that? not an indication of romance? they're clearly important to each other! i am not trying to diminish their importance to one another at all! they'd die for each other and they'd do anything it takes to protect each other and i do think their relationship is compelling but... i don't really see anything inherently romantic in it.

and Jessica, yeah, Chris is 100% oblivious to her advances. it is implied in the game that he's into Jill instead but other than that there's again zero actual romantic interaction between Chris and Jill. I was actually talking about this with my brother, who said the same, like there were so many chances in Revelations to put something romantic in there between Chris and Jill but there just. isn't? anything? except for Parker's comment. which is why it felt so damn out of place? (and like my brother would've wanted to ship Chris and Jill, he was kinda bummed about this i feel :'D) so interpreting it to mean he's not interested in women at all would actually make more sense lmao.

as for RE5, I've played it twice (with my brother lmao do we see a theme here) and honestly I don't remember anything in the game that would've insinuated anything more than solid partnership between Chris and Sheva?? if someone who's more familiar with the game wants to correct me on this, then please! but at least off the bat I can not remember anything so I think they actually didn't try to even hint at romance for them?

and in RE6 Chris is way too focused on killing "Ada" to have any thoughts about anything else :'D so no. no mentions in there regarding him and any women. at all. not even hints of Jill which is so incredibly weird (and stupid tbh) bc she was made to be so important to him in RE5 and then doesn't even get a mention in RE6? (/shakes fist damn you capcom! the characters exist outside the games they're in!)

I think that's pretty much the main difference between Chris and Leon tbh. Chris sees the job at hand, and he knows it'll help, he knows it'll save people and it'll make the world safer and he's so single-mindedly focused on the job that he sees nothing else. while Leon sees people, for the better or for worse, and he is willing to take detours if it helps even one person in the meantime. like in RE6, Leon willingly ignores the task at hand to go help just about anyone. Chris doesn't want to pause even when pressed bc he has an end goal in mind.

and bear in mind, I am not trying to say this somehow makes Leon better or Chris better or anything. they're both doing this to help. they both have their heart in the right place. they both care. but they're just so different! their personalities, and their way of dealing with things is different! I feel Chris is really target oriented and wants to get the job done. while Leon's easily distracted from it, because of all the damn feelings :'D

but yeah. i love them both, and i think it's really damn fascinating how they're both the good guys, the heroes of the franchise, but they both take to things so differently.

i don't know if any of this makes sense, I think i rambled too :'D but hey-o, it was fun lmao.

and hey no need to apologize at all!! always feel free to shoot me a message if you wanna chat!

#re answers #anonymous #ask and i shall answer #chris redfield #leon s kennedy #also i know #this is all headcanoning and my subjective opinion #so feel free to disagree #on anything :3 #and everything lmao :'D #long post

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DIABOLIK LOVERS BLOODY BOUQUET Vol.6 Sakamaki Reiji [Track 4]

Original title: 「私」という存在

Source: Diabolik Lovers Bloody Bouquet Vol. 6 Sakamaki Reiji [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here (30:15~49:00)

Seiyuu: Katsuyuki Konishi

Translator’s note: Usually track 4 is when the suffering ends and the curse is broken but not this time, it seems. It hurts my heart seeing Reiji be in this much pain because it’s clear the cares about the MC a lot by this point so he really doesn’t deserve this. T _ T Hopefully there will be some cute fluff in the next track to make up for all this suffering.

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5

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Track 4: My Existence

*Rustle*

*Thud*

Reiji’s muffled voice can be heard from behind the door once more.

“I’m out of luck. There’s nothing about it written in this book either!”

*Rustle rustle*

“Ugh...Haah, haah...The writings here are barely of any help...Even after attempting to do research on the curse, this body is...Arghー!”

*Knock knock*

“...!!”

*Knock knock knock*

“Haah, haah...Go ahead.”

You step inside.

“What brings you here at this hour? I figured you had already gone to bed.”

You offer him a cup of tea.

*Cling*

“Hm? Ah...You made us some tea, it seems? In that case, let me take a small break.”

Reiji tries to step forward but loses his balance.

“...Ah! ...Ugh...”

*Rustle*

“Ah...Ahー My bad...I just felt a little dizzy. Everything is alright.”

You seem worried.

“Did you not hear me when I said I’m fine!? ...!! ...More importantly, let us taste the tea you set. There is nothing worse than a cup of cold tea after all.”

*Cling*

*Rustle rustle*

You start looking through all the stuff in the room, noticing it is quite messy.

“...Aah, I was just re-organizing the stuff on the bookshelf a little. That is how it ended up looking like a mess.”

*Cling*

“Mm...”

Reiji has a sip of tea.

“...Haah. And? Why do you seem so worried?”

You explain.

“...! I did not fathom you would one day have to worry about my health...Ugh...!”

*Rustle*

“Cough, cough, cough...! No, I am fine! This is nothing! My sincere apologies but...Please allow me to step away for a few seconds...Ugh!”

He gets up from his chair, falling down in the progress.

*Thud*

*SHATTER*

“Haah, haah...My body’s...Argh...”

You rush to Reiji’s side.

“Haah, haah...Like I said...This is...nothing serious...You have no business being here any longer so...return to your room at once...Cough, cough...!!”

You shake your head in protest.

“...The curse? This is different. It is by no means...!”

You refuse to believe him.

“If you want to know the truth...Haah, haah...I’ve been telling it to you this whole time...This isn’t...a curse or anything...Ugh...! Ah...Haah, haah...You were the last person I wanted to find out but...Argh...I suppose that like this...I cannot make any more excuses, can I?”

You blame yourself for Reiji’s suffering.

“...! No! You have done nothing wrong at all!”

You get up and try to run away.

“...Hold up! ...Haah, haah...Wait right there. Where are you going? Do not even think about...Cough...Disappearing on me of your own accord...”

You tell Reiji that you’ll only make him suffer.

“...Are you implying that you can no longer stay by my side? Why...Why do you think I tried this hard to hide the truth from you!?”

*Thud*

“Haah, haah...! Ugh...”

*Rustle*

“Haah...Because I knew that I would lose you, the second you found out...”

Reiji bites you.

“Mmh...Nn...”

*Gulp*

“Haah, haah...Ugh!”

You beg him to stop.

“Haah, haah...That’s why...I continued feeding off you like this...Trying to suck out the poison...Wondering that perhaps the curse would lift...If I ensured you stayed alive...”

You try and escape his grip.

*Rustle rustle*

“Therefore! I shall not allow you to fight back...Keep still! Mmh...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Haah, haah...”

*Rustle*

“How could I possibly stop!? Nn...If you won’t listen to me...I suppose I will have no other choice but to discipline you once more...Ugh! Mmh...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Mmh...Nn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Haah...! Haah, haah, haah...Fufu...Fufufu...This position fits you very well...Being forcefully oppressed like this...You get to once again realize just how powerless you truly are, no? Exactly...Mmh...”

*Gulp gulp*

“You are powerless...All you can do is submit to me...”

*Rustle*

“Haahn...Mmh...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Mmh...Hah...Fufu...When you pointed out how frequently I’ve been sucking your blood the other day, I panicked just a tad bit. I believed that by continuously doing this, I would be able to get rid of the poison flowing inside your body, but in the end...Things did not work out as I hoped...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Mmphー!? Ugh...Haah, haah, haah...!”

You struggle again.

*Rustle rustle*

“Ugh...! Haah...Fufu...Resistance is futile! All you need to do is focus on my fangs. Without thinking about a single other thing...!”

*Gulp*

“Mmh...Nn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Mmh...”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Haah, haah...Fufufu...Was I little too forceful? However, I’d argue that this amount of pain is ideal for you right now, no?”

*Rustle*

“Well then...Shall we continue?”

Reiji continues sucking your blood.

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“Mmh..Nn, nn...Kuh...!! Haah, haah...Mmh...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Hah...! I won’t stop...Did I not tell you, there is nothing for you to worry about?”

*Gulp gulp*

“Haah, haah...”

*Rustle*

“Haah, haah, haah...No matter how painfully your heart aches...Watch closely...Understood? Mmh...”

*Gulp*

“Nn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“...Hah! Haah, haah...”

*Gulp*

“Cough, cough...!! If begging me to ‘stop’ actually worked, I would have done so a long time ago. But this is all for your sake...And for mine as well...! Mmph...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Nn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Haah, haah...! ...Hm?”

*Rustle*

“Are you...crying?”

You nod, explaining how you hate seeing him suffer like this.

“Haah...My bad. Even if I had no other choice, it was highly inappropriate of me to be this coercive with you.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Listen carefully. I do not want to lose you. Therefore, I am begging you...Do not push me away.”

You look up at Reiji.

“Do you not realize which is more painful to me...between suffering from this curse, or losing you...? Try and imagine...What you would do if you were in my shoes.”

You answer.

“...Hah. ...Yes. Right? There is nothing more painful...than losing the person you love. You accepted my fangs. That proved just how important of an existence I am within your heart. ...I don’t know how the curse made that possible, but even so, I...!”

*Rustle*

“I...won’t allow you to deny me at this point. Accept me...Mmh...”

Reiji bites you once more.

“Gulp*

“Mmh...Nn...”

*Gulp gulp*

“...Haah...Fufu...Exactly. You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Just as I thought...You are the most beautiful...When being toyed around with by fangs like that...”

*Rustle*

“I shall suck from your neck as well, okay?”

*Gulp gulp*

“Hah...Mmh...Haah...Oh dear? Those are some rather lovely cries. Do you feel it in your bones (1) when I suck from here, providing a better sensation, perhaps? Fufu...If there is any place you want my fangs, please do not hold back and tell me...”

He continues biting you.

“Haahn...Mmh...Nn...Give me...more...more of your blood...”

*Gulp*

“Ah...Haah, haah...Ugh...Haah...Your body...and your blood...all of it belongs to me. I simply cannot fathom having to deprive myself of such...because of some trivial little curse...”

*Gulp gulp*

“Ugh...Haah, haah...! You are...mine. Am I wrong? Come on...You should make a vowー and swear that you belong to Sakamaki Reiji. Mmh...Nn...”

You make the promise.

“...Fufu...Haah...Heh.”

*Rustle*

“Just as I thought...I expect no less from the woman I set my eyes on...Haah...I love...you...”

Reiji collapses.

*Thud*

I fell unconsciousness right there. I must have pushed myself to the very limit. Amidst my fading consciousness, her voice calling out for me was the only thing I could hear. A single fear lingered in my chest at hearing those sorrowful cries. What if when I open my eyes again...She will be gone? I want to confirm her presence right now. Feel with my own body that she is indeed still in my arms. With said thought, I began to struggle back. However, I did not get to find out what happened afterwards.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Reiji says 骨に響く or ‘hone ni hibiku’ which means ‘to echo/to ring in your bones’ which sounds kind of odd so I wasn’t exactly sure how to translate this part. ^^;;

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #reiji sakamaki #diabolik lovers bloody bouquet #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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mirandalinotto · 3 years

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Why I hate the CAOS video essay that came out a week ago

Did anyone else get extremely angry at the way Friendly Space Ninja discussed all of the female characters in CAOS? like, don't get me wrong... I understand most of the points he's making, and agree with a lot of what he says in the video essay (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina: A Frustrating Waste of Potential), but when he speaks about Zelda, Lilith, Prudence, and Rosalind, I don't know... i just get a bad vibe. It's like he's doing a "bad faith” analysis, and it bothers me, because CAOS has so many parts to validly criticize, and yet he missed the mark more often than he hit it, in my humble opinion.

He basically says the same thing over and over again: that the actors were good, but the characters were bad, because they were all boring, shallow, and one-note, or whatever... and it's like... dude? of all the things you could say (especially about Zelda and Lilith in particular), the characters being “boring" isn't really the biggest criticism one ought to have of this show...?!? and it isn't even accurate?

Like why aren't you criticizing the trauma porn? Why aren't you criticizing the butchering of Lilith's mythology? Why are you ignoring all of the character development that does happen (particularly with regard to Zelda, whom he actively seems to hate) in favor of insisting none of these characters have an arc? It’s not beneficial to anyone if you’re going to criticize a show’s characters by actively misrepresenting them!

Which brings me to my next point: one of the things that bothered me the most was just how surface-level his analysis was. You could tell he hadn’t watched the show in a while, and clearly wasn’t interested in celebrating any part of it—which is okay, if you just want to roast Roberto for an hour, be my guest—but why does it feel like this video essay was the YouTube video equivalent of writing a book report on a novel you only skimmed…? He made a lot of generalizations that made it seem like he only watched the first season, and then paid no attention to the rest.

For example, some of his arguments are just so random and insignificant? Like why does he make shallow observations the basis of whole arguments about characters, such as when he goes on about how Zelda says 'Praise Satan' too much and “it got old"...?!?! Like what kind of bullshit analysis is that...? How is that even close to being something worthy of talking about in a video essay that is an hour and twenty minutes long...? Why are you taking such a trivial aspect of her character and making it a talking point in a video that is already much longer than it needs to be?

And while I agree with what he said about Lilith's motivations being inconsistent/unclear at times, and that Zelda's character growth wasn't as linear or developed as it could be, it really feels like he didn't even try to understand these characters at all. I realize I'm biased, because all I do is try to understand them and explain their motivations... but still! If you're making a video about the wasted potential of CAOS, why do you immediately dismiss almost the entire female cast, pretty much out of hand, when they're the foundation of the show...? They ARE the potential?! The good parts about them ought to have been given some credit? Like why does he fail to acknowledge all of the trauma these female characters went through that very much informs their decisions, and instead makes it sound like nothing the characters do make sense? While I might not always agree with every choice these characters made, there usually is something driving them to do whatever it is they’re doing, and particularly in the case of Lilith and Zelda, it’s not that hard to understand why they make irrational decisions sometimes, when they’re literally surrounded by abusers and everything is constantly blowing up in their faces.

Also, something smaller that really pisses me off is that he includes Zelda sending Blackwood out of the room during the birth of the twins as an example of the show's misandry and "bad feminism," but that's literally not what that moment is about? If he stopped to think about it for a moment, the moment is perfectly logical. Zelda is a midwife, who was most likely trained in the 1800s, when men literally weren't meant to be around when the the birth happened, so how is she being a misandrist just by doing what she’s been taught, especially when they’re all in a crisis situation? Men not being allowed in the room is an established part of the history of women’s health/childbirth, and it isn’t exactly obscure knowledge! Men used to be forced/asked to sit in the waiting room during labor, and before that, when home births were the status quo, midwives definitely wouldn’t allow men in the room as a matter of course. In fact, it wasn't until the 1970s that men being in the delivery room became a more normalized practice. So, men being present/witnessing a birth is a far more "modern" thing than I think people realize, and the exclusion of them from the delivery room has absolutely NOTHING to do with women hating men...? like fuck off with that “misandry” argument, in this instance. do some research before you start reaching that far, so as to act like Zelda was being hateful for simply following “industry standards,” if you want to call it that. There are medical articles that still come out to this very day that argue that no one should be in the delivery room besides the person giving birth and the doctors and nurses, because the husband/partner often gets in the way and distracts the medical team at critical moments. (Also men tend to faint or get sick at the sight of the birth, which then forces the team to split their focus in order to see to the unconscious man on the floor.)

And don't get me started on the anti-Zelda rant he goes on towards the end!! While I agree very much that Zelda is a flawed character, he uses an example of her degrading Hilda that isn't even something she actually did?! It's from a dream sequence!?!?!? like dude, did you even watch these episodes/scenes before you talked about them?!? He uses the example of dream-Zelda criticizing Hilda's appearance as a reason why Zelda is such a bitch, and I'm like... seriously? that literally wasn't her? just because Zelda said it in Hilda's nightmare, doesn't mean Zelda said it in real life, and should be criticized for it...?!

But yes, Zelda is abusive to her sister, and classist, and rude, and many of the things that he says--but when he tries to argue that because she's a woman, nobody cares that she's like that, and it’s a problem, because that’s evidence of more misandry… that’s where he loses me. He sees it as yet another issue with Roberto's writing—that he gives qualities that would be condemned in a male character to a female character, and allows that woman to be one of the "good guys" ...but yet again, dude... you're completely missing the point?!? Women are allowed to be flawed, without you seeing it as some gross failure of feminism?

He also at one point claims that Zelda resents Ambrose, and hates having him around, when I would argue Zelda actually really values Ambrose and has a close relationship to him...? Like did we even watch the same show?

I didn't expect to get this heated about a video essay that made a lot of other points that I agreed with (mainly the dragging of Roberto parts). But in my opinion, this guy got really offended by Roberto's fake feminism (which is valid), but then proceeded to tear down all of the female characters for an hour and twenty minutes straight...?! All he did was talk about how they're all misandrists and shallow characters and therefore the show isn't worth watching? like okay... but here's the thing... plenty of women have made it through shows that have misogyny at their very core, and have still managed to find the good points...? Game of Thrones is like the most popular show of all time, even though there's misogyny in every aspect of it, for historical “realism" purposes (*rolls eyes*). Zelda and Lilith's defining qualities aren't solely related to hating men, so it really pisses me off that he made it seem like that's all that shapes them, and that every time they insult or manipulate a man, it’s completely unjustified.

idk. I feel like I just watched an 83-minute roast on a show I love despite it's flaws, and that roast wasn’t mostly focused on all of the biggest flaws that I would’ve brought up, but rather on how all of the female characters are terrible and their misandry makes the show unwatchable.

So let me get this straight: you're hating on the female characters... in order to show how much of a feminist YOU are, as opposed to Roberto...?

Wow. Much feminism. Very enlightened analysis.

#zelda spellman #lilith #caos #chilling adventures of sabrina netflix

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Pairing: Shirabu Kenjirou/Reader

Warnings: Explicit, A/B/O dynamics, rough sex, degradation, arguing, unprotected sex, knotting, biting, mention of blood, dirty talk, possessive undertones, slight humiliation, fem!masturbation, Alpha Shirabu, Omega Reader

Word Count: 5.0K

Summary: An argument that breaks out between you and Shirabu leads you to a surprising realisation as you get turned on by him insulting you. When Shirabu figures this out, he doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of it.

It wouldn’t be an average afternoon of practice at Shiratorizawa if at least one minor disagreement wasn’t made between teammates. While they were usually mild debates discussing the superior Ramune flavour or something else just as trivial, there were a few big ones that brought the elation of completing another successful training session to a standstill. More times often than not, those bigger arguments always involved Shirabu in some sense, whether as the facilitator or was the parties arguing.

This argument however had to be the biggest the boys had the horror to watch. Practice had started with the usual motions of stretching, starting practice on whatever coach Washijou assigned them to focus on, get yelled at by said coach, a short practice match and a wind down session. It was all perfectly fine, even if Shirabu was a bit more snappish towards Semi’s good-willed critiques and Tendou’s playful jibes.

That was all until you showed up after disappearing mid-practice with a large box. The boys rushed to finish their clean up chores, curious looks staved off by your stern demeanour. It was amusing to watch Yamagata push Tendou around, scolding him to hurry up so they could find out what was in the box. They acted like a bunch of kids on Christmas day at the mystery laying besides your feet.

As soon as the box was opened and the contents were handed out, Shirabu’s already bad mood plummeted straight to hell and you had the pleasure of baring the brunt of it.

“Are you so stupid to not even notice something like that when you picked it up?” Shirabu’s face is scrunched up in disdain and it only served to spur you on, frustrated at his accusations.

“It’s out of my hands! How was I supposed to know they’d mess up the order? We’ve never had an issue with them before.” You gestured towards the innocent box that served as the spark that lit Shirabu’s extraordinarily short fuse.

“The jerseys don’t fit.” He seethed and if looks could kill, you’d be a pile of dust on the shiny lacquered wood flooring of the gym. “Shiratorizawa is going to look like a joke at our next match.”

“It’s a practice match, it’s not that big of a deal to wear your practice gear.” You exasperatedly respond, pinching the bridge of your nose.

The stress of the approaching exams weren’t helping anyone at the moment, but you never would have guessed that Shirabu, the poster child of cool and collected, would be the first to snap.

“That doesn’t matter. It’s the principle of the matter. You should be competent enough as our manager to be able to stay organised and follow up on this kind of thing.” His voice was tight, trying to refrain from raising his voice. It didn’t matter, the sharp sting of his scent in the air and his scowling face was loud enough for you and everyone else to pick up that he was pissed.

Speaking of them, whoever stayed behind to receive their uniform is gathered around your standoff, watching the back and forth argument with the same intent of observing a fast-paced volleyball game where the next score would win the match. The white and purple child-sized jerseys hung limp in their grasps as they eye each other, wondering who had the guts to step in and diffuse the situation.

“For the last time. It’s. Not. My. Fault.” You raise your chin, not backing down. You weren’t going to be pushed around by him just because he was in a shitty mood. He’s going to realise that the jerseys coming in kid sizes and not adult sizing was a stroke of misfortune that can be swiftly fixed by the company that apologised profusely over the phone to you.

You’re going to make sure he feels ashamed about blowing up on you over something so trivial.

Shirabu goes scarily still, a blank mask slips into place. This was infinitely more worse than his anger. You stood there, frozen, as he crosses the meagre space between your bodies.

Leaning forward to get into your face, Shirabu forces you to devote your attention to no one else but him.

“Maybe you are just a vapid little omega who only joined the team to get alpha dick. That would at least explain your utter incompetency to do basic tasks.” He accuses, voice cold enough to freeze and yet it had the polar opposite effect on you.

A rush of heat that was most definitely not anger burns through your veins and settles in your abdomen. Heart rate picking up, you were utterly bewildered as to why you were reacting so viscerally to his insult.

You sharply inhale when it hits you not even a moment later, remembering other moments you’ve felt like this. Blood rushes to your cheeks, causing them stain red. Shirabu watches on as your eyes widen and you break eye contact to look off to the side.

Oh shit, you cover your open mouth with a shaky hand and let your hair shield your face as much as possible from Shirabu’s pointed stare. The realisation that you were turned on was not a pleasant one, shame battling with arousal in the pit of your stomach.

What kind of person even gets off on that? You, apparently.

Although, it didn’t make much sense that you’re a blushing mess now when you’ve never felt like this when coach Washijou, teachers or anyone else speaks down to you like that. Hell, it infuriates you to no end when others belittle you.

The only difference here was that it was Shirabu with his neat copper-toned blond hair and stupidly slanted fringe that made more sense on the cover of a vogue magazine instead of on a volleyball court. You refrain from cursing out loud as your seniors finally get involved.

Reon steps up to Shirabu with a reproachful expression. “Woah, okay now that was a bit far. Calm it, Shirabu.”

While you were having an existential crisis at the birth of a kink you never wanted to have, the team’s faces show concern at your odd behaviour. This is the first time they’ve seen you like this, and the newness of the situation has them feeling like they were standing on a bed of needles, one wrong move and they end up in a world of pain.

“Besides, she said that she had got in contact with them and that it’ll be sorted out by next week. No big deal.” Tendou adds, wrapping an arm around a glowering Shirabu’s shoulders, promptly walking him out of your vicinity. Shirabu huffed but says nothing as he tears his gaze away from your covered face.

Once he was a few paces away, you take in a deep breath to calm yourself. This turned out to possibly be the worst thing you could’ve done. The lingering bitter scent of Shirabu’s aggression filled your noise.

Battling the need to keen out loud, you’re appropriately distracted from your moment of weakness brought on by basal instincts as a large hand is placed comfortingly on your shoulder.

“Hey, are you alright?” Semi asked, face pinched in worry. “I promise that he’ll never speak to you like that again when I’m through him.” He finishes darkly.

You stifle a hysterical laugh and minutely nod your head with downcast eyes.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be taking my leave now. Again, I’m sorry about the jerseys.”

“We said it was fine, don’t stress about it! We’re fine with playing in our training gear until they arrive.” Semi smiles widely and you felt ease flow through you.

You raise your head and give him a small smile. With that, you walk out of the gym with your entire body held stiffly, trying your hardest not to run but you got pretty damn close to it as you feel their eyes trace after your fleeing figure.

A beat of silence follows as they listen to your shuffling footsteps. It’s only when they can no longer hear them that Tendou releases Shirabu’s shoulder and the team confronts him.

“Shirabu, what in the absolute fuck. She did not deserve that.” Semi hisses, hands clenching in restrained rage that he wished to unleash upon the belligerent second year. “She even fucking apologised, but you had to keep pushing.”

Shirabu glanced over to Taichi, to gauge just how badly he’s fucked up. The ginger wears a small frown and that’s all Shirabu needed to know that he was six feet below without even releasing it.

“You’re really stinking up the place too,” Tendou changes the topic, moving the conversation along like a rapid instead of a river. Shirabu swung his head around to meet the red-head’s raised eyebrows, wondering what in the hell the sporadic third year meant by that. “Just because you’re struggling with exam hell week is soon doesn’t mean you can take all your frustrations out on poor ol’ manager-chan.”

Shirabu clenches his fist and wills away the red haze that clouded his mind the moment he held his supposed uniform for the year. He worked so damn hard for his place on the court with Semi nipping at his heels, and the jersey symbolised all that hard work. And his uniform was a dozen sizes too small, it was almost like a joke.

He didn’t know what came over him in that instant but god, the rush he felt was something else. And the way you had blushed before you shied away was just as heady as scoring a no-touch ace.

“Okay, I get it. I may have blown it just a bit out of proportion.” Yamagata and Semi snort at that and Shirabu shoots them a glare.

“You should go apologise to her after you’ve both cooled off.” Ushijima helpfully suggests. Shirabu feels slightly ashamed that Ushijima had to see him like that. The disapproving look on his captain’s normally stoic face hurt.

“Yeah, sure.” Shirabu mumbled, unable to meet Ushijima’s eyes.

“Good,” Ushijima grunted. Thinking Shirabu understands the depth of his actions, he turns to the rest and speaks again. “Lets finish cleaning up so we can have dinner.”

His words remind the players of their hunger. They walk away, pick up their forgotten cleaning tools and resumed whatever they had been doing before the fight broke out

“You’re lucky the coaches weren’t here, or your ass would be benched so fucking quickly your head would spin.” Semi says, before he goes back to mopping, not giving Shirabu a chance to reply.

The words hung heavy in the air and trailed after him as Shirabu moves away and finishes picking up stray balls from the botched serving attempts by the first year recruits. He allows his mind to wonder as boredom quickly set in. He knew that the coaches would have his ass on a platter if they heard him speak down to you at that – Hell, he’s surprised that no one was wringing his neck right now for that stunt with how protective of you the team is.

An image of your flushed cheeks and pink mouth dropping open flashes through his mind. The rubber ball in his hand groans under the force of his grip. Frowning, Shirabu tosses it into the basket and picks up the next one, more considerate of his strength.

The sight was new and definitely something he liked if the tell-tale rush of blood southwards was anything to go by. Shirabu finds himself thinking that he wants to see that face again and again until he’s sated.

You’ve never been more thankful for your roommate’s stupidly rich father and his tendency to whisk her away on spontaneous trips. She would have asked too many questions when you arrived to your room, looking all out of sorts. You didn’t even think about locking the door behind you, instead rushing to seek the comfort of your bed.

Not bothering to turn on the lights, the moonlight through the open window served as enough illumination for you to get to bed, which you promptly collapse face-first on.

“Fuck.” You groan loudly into the sheets.

You stay like that until you almost feel like yourself again and breathing starts to get hard.

Lifting up the sheets, you slot into a cocoon of comfort, not at all caring that you’re missing dinner tonight. There were study snacks hidden away in the depths of you desk drawers, so you weren’t too fussed.

Turns out laying there in the dark was counter-intuitive to trying to sort out the storm inside your head. Shirabu’s words replayed in your head like a broken cassette, not allowing you a moment of reprieve.

You end up kicking off the sheets in frustration, glaring up at the white ceiling like it was the one to personally offended you.

While you weren’t exactly freaking out over the unexpected revelation that Shirabu catalysed, you were far from calm. You could almost swear you could still smell him, but a quick check assures you that he hadn’t somehow snuck into your room, and you chalked it up to your horny mind trying to torture you.

The more you thought about the argument, the more worked up you got, and the more worked up you got, you could feel your core pulse dully around nothing.

Wrapping your blanket around your hands, you begged for the feeling away. It was bad enough that you got wet in the first place, you didn’t want to further hurt your pride by indulging the fucked up feeling. As the seconds stretched on and your core refused to be ignored, you surrender to the urge with a muttered ‘goddamn it’.

Wanting to get it over and done with as quickly and effectively as possible, you shucked of your shorts and keep your underwear around your ankles, knowing it was going to be done soon and you’d rather not look around in the dark for them.

You frown as you encounter wetness between your folds. Damn, you had honestly underestimated just how turned on you were from the setter’s barbs.

You shrug it off and set to work, pulling out all the tricks to finish quickly. However, it seemed nothing wanted to go your way tonight as your peak evaded you no matter what you did.

Suddenly, knocks at the door startle you out of your frustration. Panicked, you rip up your panties and conceal the noise you made at the feeling of wet cotton rubbing against your clit. You held still and hoped that whoever it was would assume that you’re either in the dinner hall or asleep.

A shit afternoon turned into an even shittier night as the door handle turns and the door creaks open. In a rush, you fling the sheets over your body and face the wall, feigning at being asleep. Hopefully, they’ll get the hint and leave you alone.

Hesitant footsteps trail into your room, the door clicking shut behind the intruder. You silently wished that it was one of your friends. An unhelpful voice in the back of your head tells you that they’d never enter without announcing themselves. You tell that voice to shut up.

The person comes to a stop besides your bed, silent. Trying your hardest to not shiver under their gaze, you do your best to emulate being peacefully asleep.

“You can stop pretending to be asleep now.” Shirabu’s voice rang out, irritated.

Heart doing a summersault in your chest, you curse whatever god was listening. Not wanting him to be in your space for any longer than necessary, you reply.

“Well I was before you came in,” You say spitefully, still not facing him. “You aren’t allowed in here. Whatever you came here for can wait until tomorrow.”

You could almost swear you could hear him rolling his eyes.

“Our seniors won’t get off of my ass until I apologise, and I’d rather get this over and done with sooner than later.” He grits out.

You hear shifting but you keep your eyes fastening on the small mark you left on the wall when you threw your phone onto the bed and it banged into the wall in your first year.

Shirabu snaps. “You could at least have the common decency to look at me while I apologise.”

Content with ignoring him, you bide your time. Surely after a few more minutes of this, he’ll either get fed up and leave or give his shitty apology and leave. In either case he leaves and you’ll be free to ruminate in your own shame at feeling excitement over his presence in your room.

Fed up with your petulant behaviour, Shirabu grasps the sheets concealing you from him and rips them off of your curled form.

“Hey!” You exclaim, shock colouring your words as you twist onto your back and gape up at him.

The reason for your wilful ignorance of his presence comes in the form of a wall of pheromones hitting Shirabu paired with your barely dressed form. He blinks down at you, nostrils flaring as he picks up the sweet smell of your arousal.

His neutral expression is quickly replaced with a darker one as he draws nearer. Getting the gist of what was going on, you watch with bated breath as he climbs onto your bed. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what you were getting up to before he rocked up and Shirabu couldn’t pass up the delicious look of embarrassment on your cute face.

What exactly brought this on, however, he’s not completely sure of. He has an inkling what turned you on, with your odd exit earlier on, and he wants to test his theory out.

The bed dips where his knee meets it. Placing his hands besides your shoulders, leaning over you way too close for comfort, Shirabu smirks down at you.

“You’re fucking filthy.”

Your breath catches. Shirabu’s smirk widens. I got you now.

“Such a horny omega.” He tuts, leaning down more, now close enough that you could see flecks of gold in his honeyed irises. “The team thinks that you’re up here crying and instead I find you getting off.”

“No, I wasn’t.” You say hurriedly but at Shirabu’s ‘really’ look you frown and look over his shoulder, not brave enough to meet his eyes.

Shirabu catches a glimpse of your glistening fingers and grabs them. Your eyes snap back to him, not fighting him as he brings your fingers to his mouth and licks your slick off of them with a hum.

“You taste as sweet as you smell, did you know that?”

You grind your teeth together, refusing to break the stare down with Shirabu. At the feel of his teeth scraping along the pads of your fingers, you release a short breath and glance down to catch his lips quirking into smug smile.

“You have the whole team thinking that you’re something precious to be protected and yet here you are touching yourself to the thought of me telling you just how worthless you are.” He berates, eyes lidded and voice low. You shiver.

Seeing you so complacent under him, Shirabu felt invigorated to explore your body and see how far he could push before breaking you.

A calloused-roughened hand drifts southward and your breathing picks up in anticipation. He ignores your reaction to his touch in favour for pressing the wet cotton against your folds. Teeth sink into his bottom lip at the breathy noise you make.

Not wasting time, he pulls your panties down and tosses them over his shoulder. The position he was in wouldn’t do for what he had in store for you, so he climbed onto the bed and rested on his knees between your legs.

Recognising the flare of embarrassment that you’ve become well acquainted with today, you press your thighs together. Shirabu is unamused with this and you find yourself at the mercy of his sharp tongue yet again.

“No need to get shy now. I already know how filthy you are,” Shirabu says indifferently, prying your thighs apart with strong hands and taking you in.

“Look at how wet you are.” His fingers ghost over your hole, gathering some slick before inserting two of them in one swift move.

You yelp at the sudden move, feeling full from his fingers alone. His fingers were much larger and thicker than yours were, already stretching your walls. It was almost enough to scratch the itch you’ve felt since the argument.

“S-shit.” You stammer, grabbing at his shoulders as he begins to pump them into you.

“You’re soaking,” Shirabu admires the slick dribbling from your sopping hole. “You like being treated like this.”

“Shut up.” You say, narrowing your eyes at him, hating his smug little smile.

He doesn’t verbally respond, instead fanning out his fingers as wide as they go. You throw your head back and give a low moan and his smile stretches wider.

“You can say whatever you want, but your body doesn’t lie.” He presses his fingers together and wind them around each other and starts pumping them in and out of you.

Your chest heaves as you restrain the lewd noises that tried to claw their way out of your throat. You wanted to curse at him for walking into your room without permission. You wanted to pull at his hair for triggering your dirty realisation. You wanted to fuck him for working magic with his fingers.

“Please.” The words slip out without realisation and your eyes fly open, feeling betrayed by your own body.

Has your whole damn body turned against you? It answers your question by sending a wave of fresh slick at Shirabu’s hungry expression.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He says, grabbing your legs and pulling them wider apart, completely exposing you. You covered your face in embarrassment. “I guess even dirty girls have manners.”

A hand leaves your leg for a brief moment and you refuse to look down as you hear a zipper and the sound of fabric being pulled down. But just like with how today has been going, your eyes disobey and stray towards his groin.

Shirabu held his length at the base, but his hand doesn’t conceal the slight upwards curve that you just knew would feel amazing inside. You note with surprise that he’s just a bit bigger than you expected in both girth and length.

Maybe his dick of a personality at times was to compensate for more than his pretty boy looks.

You very nearly choke on your own spit as he rubs his length along the inside your folds that he holds open, slicking himself up. Your juices glisten along his length and highlight the veins decorating the sides, causing your thighs to tense with the knowledge that it was soon going to be inside of you.

Releasing his length, his hands slot in the back of your knees, pull your legs wide apart and press your thighs to your chest. The position has you exposed in a way you’ve never been before. Your face is hot with embarrassment as Shirabu watches at the way your entrance twitches.

“Let’s see if you can take cock as well as you take criticism.”

Shirabu then slams himself inside in one thrust and you bite back a yell. You’ve never felt so full in your life with his rigid length stuffed inside and stretching you so completely.

Shirabu doesn’t wait for you adjust, a scream dies in your throat as he pulls out and rams back in with intent force. Right at the beginning, Shirabu doesn’t afford you the luxury of deluding yourself into thinking this was anything but fucking in its most primal form.

The pressure inside of you built with every clap of your hips. You swore his tip brushed against the entrance to your cervix a few times, wrenching a cry from your lips.

Every noise you made served to spur him on, hands becoming a bruising force holding on your legs. The pace was punishing but you felt rewarded every time his cock dragged out and in, creating friction that had your toes curling and mind clouding over.

The cock pummelling inside of you was much larger and longer than his fingers, the stretch edged with pain that made it hard to breathe. This added a new layer to your ecstasy and had your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“I wonder how they would react to seeing you being used by me.” He growls, pressing in deep.

“They’d want to join in. You’d probably enjoy getting used and marked up by them. I bet you would even beg for their cum.”

“No –“

“Then why are you getting tighter? You’re such a dirty little slut getting off to the thought of the team using you like a fuck toy.”

“I –“ Shirabu cuts you off again.

“Not that it matters, I wouldn’t them. They wouldn’t know how to satisfy this greedy hole of yours.” The bruising pressure of his hands almost distract you from his long, hard thrusts, reaching much deeper than you thought possible. You let out a loud moan.

“But I do.” He grins.

Taking in your lewd noises, he proceeds to litter your chest with indents of his sharp teeth. A few times he has you clenching down fiercely on his cock as he bites hard enough to draw blood and for tears to well up. The pain was another layer to the decadent feast that Shirabu was subjecting you to at no cost except for your total submission. You’d be lying if you said the thought of submitting to him more often didn’t turn you on, causing fresh slick to rush out and make squelching noises whenever your bodies connected.

He lands another hard thrust that has your walls fluttering around his length. You dig your nails into his shoulders, able to feel his base swell, signifying your tryst nearing its end as his pace grows less rhythmic and more frantic as Shirabu obviously getting close to his peak.

Knowing it wasn’t going to be long before he lost himself, he nosed along the exposed column of your throat, seeking out the sensitive patch of skin. You release a whimper as he brushes against your scent gland and while you were out of heat, it was still incredibly sensitive to the touch of his lips.

His sharp canines scrape against your skin and you pulse around him at the feeling. You run your nails across his shoulders as he does it again, this time applying more pressure.

“Yes. Fuck, please.”

Shirabu laughs cruelly into your ear.

“You think you’ve deserved my mark?” He demands, working through your tightness with a sneer. If you got any tighter, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Fuck you’re so tight for me.”

The coil inside your gut grows tighter and tighter with each passing second. You were so damn close, but you needed something more. The words to plead for more were lost under his frenzied thrusts. You choose to whine, knowing it will convey enough to him.

“You’re close, huh?” His hot breath washes over your sweaty skin. “Then cum for me. Lets see what kind of face you make now.”

The points of his canines scrape harshly against the scent gland one last time before he buries them into the crook your neck, piercing skin and drawing blood. This time you do shout. You have no idea if it was his name or even a word at all, mind preoccupied as you were pushed off the edge and into the mind-numbing waters below.

Shirabu groaned as blood fills his mouth and your warmth squeezed down on his length hard. Breaking away from your skin, a few beads of blood escapes the puncture wounds as he grips your legs even harder as he tries to work his knot into you.

With one last deep thrust, his knot catches and he releases inside of you. Your voice is hoarse as you whimper at the sensation of him spilling into you, hot and heavy.

Shirabu hovers above you, elbows locked to prevent from collapsing on top of you as he continues to fill you. His characteristically pinched expression is traded for one of bliss and if you weren’t already winded, it would’ve stolen your breath away.

He cracks an eye open to see you staring back with a face similar to the one you made earlier this afternoon. A swell of pride rises within him at how wrecked you looked. Unspilt tears in your eyes, bare chest littered in violet and fuchsia splotches and hair a mess, you’ve never looked so alluring.

If his knot wasn’t already buried inside of you, Shirabu was sure he could go for another round. Instead, he sighs as he carefully lowers himself onto his forearms to give his aching arms a rest.

You hiss as the knot pulls at your entrance with his movement. He murmurs an apology, ragged voice weirdly soothing you. Relaxing into pillows under your head, you let him rest his head against your shoulder.

A comfortable silence settles over your exhausted forms as you both patiently wait for the knot to go down enough for him to slip out so you can have a much-needed shower.

“I swear if you insult me like that in front of the team again, I will maim you.” You say, needing him to know this – whatever this was – is to stay between them and the four walls of the room.

Shirabu huffs a laugh and brings up a hand to roll a pert nipple, drawing out a quiet gasp from you.

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

“It better be.” You grumble, not bothering to bat away his hand with how stubborn he can be.

You ride out his knot with him messing around with your chest, going between stroking the bruised skin that already ached to flicking your pert buds. You reciprocated by running your fingers across the raised lines spreading across his shoulders, feeling vindicated.

In this quiet moment with no words exchanged except for soft caresses, you let yourself relax under a placated Shirabu.

Notes: I’m not entirely happy with this but it’s been sitting in my wips for two months and I had to finish it… I may come back and re-write this one day when my head isn’t scrambled by exams and assignments ahaha

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it!!

#shirabu kenjirou x reader #shirabu kenjiro x reader #shirabu kenjirou #haikyuu!!#Haikyu!!#shirabu smut #haikyuu!! x reader #I changed the banner design and I already hate themmmm #rip #'graphic design is my passion' type bs #I will never enough Shirabu in my life like my man needs more love #a/b/o dynamics #shiratorizawa

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I’ll Handle This (4)

In Which Gabriel and Plagg Argue

“I’ll solve all your problems,” Plagg had said. “You just have to agree to it.” A fixed relationship with his father, Lila to stop bothering him, and Ladybug to fall in love with him? Who wouldn’t agree to that?

Except Plagg was the God of Destruction and Chaos and had a more…hands-on approach. Adrien just wants his body back.

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After the shopping trip, the teens walked back to the school together, and then separated.

“Ugh, walking is exhausting.” Plagg groaned.

“You’re using my muscles, you know.” Adrien spoke, poking out of the pocket. “I don’t usually walk this much, since my bodyguard drives me everywhere.”

“Well, then I’m sure this is good for you.” Plagg stomped in big steps. “But I haven’t used legs since the last time I switched with a wielder, so I get to complain.”

“I think by that logic, you don’t get to complain, because you usually get to float. And not going to lie…it’s pretty sweet.”

“Just wait until you start floating in your sleep, and then you phase through the ceiling and then keep going and end up in space.”

Adrien froze, staring up at his own face from the pocket. “That can happen?”

“Oh yes. Good luck sleeping tonight!”

Not too much longer, Plagg arrived back at the Agreste manor.

He could feel Adrien shaking in his pocket. “What’s up, Bub?”

“My father is going to be waiting for you. I just know it. He’s going to yell and threaten to pull you out of school—“

“What, like he did this morning? Relax. There’s plenty of windows in the mansion.”

But Adrien came spiraling out of the shirt to look Plagg in the eyes. “But I don’t want you to break anymore windows! I don’t want you to make my father angry anymore! You’re hurting him!”

Plagg gave him a hard look. “Is that what you think, Adrien? That your disobedience hurts him?”

“Why else would he be mean? He loves me...”

Plagg reached up and scratched his ears. “Of course he does, kid. But...sometimes, in people like your dad, love isn’t the strongest motivator. I know it is with you. Love is about the only thing that controls you. Your love for your friends, for your family, your city, for Ladybug...that all drives your decisions.”

Adrien was quiet as he agreed.

“But for people like your father, they’re driven by power. They base decisions on what will make them look good and get more respect. He does love you, Adrien, but he wants your unconditional loyalty. He doesn’t want you to question him, or to disagree with him, because you’re his son. He made you, and you’re half of him. So if anyone is to be completely submitted to his will, it’s you.”

Adrien frowned. “I don’t believe that. I think...I think he’s just scared. Of losing me, that is. Like we lost mom. So he keeps me restricted.”

“But he’s always treated you like this, even before you lost your mom.”

Adrien had no argument to that, and just slowly lowered himself into Plagg’s hands.

“Just think about it. I’ll do all the talking, you just listen and see.”

“Okay.”

Plagg tucked him back into the pocket, before approaching the gate and ringing the doorbell.

The camera didn’t even come out, the gate just opened.

It felt like walking into a hell mouth.

Inside, Gabriel stood at the bottom of the stairs, with his arms crossed. Next to him, Nathalie stood with her own arms crossed. And next to her stood Lila, with her arms also crossed.

Plagg couldn’t help but snicker. They looked like three Russian puzzle dolls. Would Lila pop open and show another smaller, angrier creature?

“What’s so funny?” Demanded Gabriel. “Where have you been?”

“Chill man, I was out with my friends.”

“And spending my money?”

“You literally let me spend whatever money I want. I just usually never have anything I want to buy. I treat my friends to a nice lunch and it’s the end of the world?”

Gabriel sniffed, “you obviously can’t see that your so-called ‘friends’ are only hanging around you because of our wealth. I disprove of the company you keep, especially Mr. Lahiffe—“

“Why?”

“You don’t get to question my authority.”

“I’m just honestly curious as to why you don’t like them. I don’t buy stuff for my friends, despite what you think. Nino is a really good friend and a nice person. He doesn’t get in trouble, and his grades are pretty good. So what’s up?”

“I simply don’t care for his plebeian attitude.”

Plagg scoffed. “Plebeian?! Excuse me, what century is this again? Are we nobles or something I didn’t know about?” He pitched his voice high to have a ‘proper’ voice. “Oh yes Martha, we shan’t have our child run around with the rift raft in the fields. He must get a proper education so he may marry his cousin, have a child with three eyes, and die at the ripe old age at 26!”

“Adrien!” Gabriel yelled. “How dare you mock me!”

“Then stop talking like a 17th century noble! We have money, but high society never did anyone favors! You just sound like an old idiot! An old, out of touch, insensitive idiot!” Then he pointed at Lila. “And if you want to talk about people taking advantage of us, why don’t you turn yourself 90 degrees that-a-way to grill this blood sucking parasite.”

“On the contrary,” Gabriel interrupted. “Miss Rossi only has your best interests at heart, which is why she came here and told me all about your little charade you put on during school today. You assaulted your bodyguard!”

“He’s fine.”

“Whether or not he’s fine is beside the point, Adrien. I hired him to protect you, and you attack him?”

“He wasn’t protecting me. He was trying to kidnap me! I wanted to be at school!”

“Well naughty children don’t get to do what they want to do!”

“Do you want me to be happy or stupid?!”

“No! Wait—“

“Ah ha!” Plagg pointed. “You just want me to be miserable!”

Gabriel flared his nostrils. “Stop trying to twist my words. The fact remains that you have been completely out of control these last few days, and I have no choice but to discipline you accordingly. From now on, you will have no contact with these teenagers that are encouraging you to behave like this monster. Instead, you will only be allowed to interact with Miss Rossi at photo shoots.”

Plagg saw the corner of the man’s mouth curve up. Check mate, the gesture said.

Time to take it up a notch.

“I’m not sure the best way to handle this situation, so I’ll handle it the way Chloe would.” He laid down on the floor and began to kick and scream. “DADDY! DADDY I HATE HER! FIRE HER AT ONCE!!”

“If you don’t stop this tantrum this instant, you’re being pulled out of school.”

“Ha!” He laughed, still from the floor. “I’ll just reenroll! I broke one window getting out the first time, there’s not a lock in this earth that can hold me, old man.”

“Adrien, go to your room.”

“Make me.”

“You’re angering me, and you won’t like me when I’m angry.”

“I don’t like you now.”

“This attitude of yours is disrespectful, disgusting, immature, and embarrassing. I raised you better than—“

“Are you done?” Plagg asked, scratching his ear. “Because you just keep talking. That’s all you do. This gaslighting is getting really old. I know I��m acting immature, that’s the whole thing. Pointing it out just makes you look stupid. Are you going to hit me or something?”

“I’m not going to hit you, Adrien.”

“Huh. Didn’t know you had it in you.”

Gabriel frowned. “You really think I would hit you?”

“You’ve already hit emotional and verbal abuse, I assumed that was the next step.”

“I am not abusive! I am strict, but I only have your best interests at heart.”

“Right, like making me schmooze with Miss Sausage Hair here?”

“Hey!” Lila cried.

“Oh shut up, you’re plenty at fault here too.”

“That’s it. Adrien, you’re grounded. No phone, no computer, no tv, no video games, and no school.”

“So you want me to just sit in my room and stare out the window? Or are you going to board those up too?”

“There’s plenty of books for you to read. Books that will hopefully change your mind about this rebellious streak.”

“Until when?”

“Until I say so!”

“Cool. I quit modeling.”

“WHAT!?”

“You heard me. I quit modeling. Or you can fire Lila and unground me. Your choice, Gabe.”

Gabriel ground his teeth as Lila just stood there in shock.

“I’ll give you some time to think about it.” Plagg cracked his neck. “I’ve got homework to do.”

“But—“

“Ah ah ah,” Plagg held up a hand. “Talk to the hand, cause the face ain’t listening.” He skipped up the stairs, and out of the lobby.

Gabriel simmered in rage, feeling the control which had been so firmly in his hands slip away.

“Mr. Agreste—“ Lila began.

“No.” He interrupted. “I need some time to think. Keep your eye on Adrien and let me know exactly what he’s up to, who he’s with, what he’s doing. You do this, and I will reward you greatly.”

“Of course, Mr. Agreste.”

—

As soon as Plagg closed the bedroom door, Adrien spiraled out of his pocket.

“Hey kid, I know that was rough...”

“Rough?! No kidding! You’re a monster! How could you talk to my father like that!? How could you insinuate that he would hit me? And you got me grounded and pulled from school! You quit modeling!”

“Honestly Adrien, I thought he might hit me. His anger reflects violence. You see it too.”

Adrien rubbed his paws over his cheeks, trying to stop the tears.

“Come on kid, it’s for the best.” And he reached out for him.

But Adrien darted away. “I’m going to see Tikki! I need comfort from someone that’s not trying to ruin my life!”

Before Plagg could protest, Adrien had flitted out the window and into the streets.

The sun was setting, and traffic was dwindling, as working folks made their way home.

Finding Marinette’s house was a matter of finding the school, and then going from there, while sticking to the shadows and staying high enough away from straying eyes.

When he reached her balcony, he loitered at the window, trying to figure out how to phase in. Then he wondered if he should even bother. Tikki might scold him for leaving Plagg. Or maybe she’d laugh at him for being upset. She was millennia old too. His problems probably would sound trivial to her as well.

Eventually, he just knocked.

Marinette answered, a grave look on her face. “Plagg? What’s wrong? Why are you crying? Is Chat okay?”

“He’s fine.” Adrien sniffed. “Can I talk to Tikki please?”

Shocked by his politeness and shy demeanor, she blinked twice and answered, “Uh, sure.”

Tikki appeared then, looking at him with concerned eyes.

“I’ll just leave you two alone then,” Marinette stated, closing the window.

“Adrien? What’s wrong?”

It all came out of him then. “He’s a monster!” Adrien blubbered. “He’s ruining everything and making it all worse! I don’t know how to stop him! But my father is done with me and is going to pull me out of school! Plagg keeps acting like it’s no big deal, but he doesn’t understand! He’s just treating this like a big game!”

To his relief, Tikki hugged him tightly. “Oh Adrien. Plagg means well, I promise. His methods don’t make much sense, but they do produce results. It’ll be alright.”

Adrien just sniffed, taking comfort from the hug. “I feel so helpless. I can’t do anything without outing myself as Chat Noir, and that’s the last thing I need...unless Plagg beats me to it. I know everyone is suspicious of him. This is a nightmare.”

“I’ll talk to him when I get a chance,” promised Tikki. “He does mean well, I promise. But this is your life, and making you watch him work is torture.”

“Exactly! Tikki you understand! If he does pull this off, I will thank him, but like...what if it doesn’t work? He acts like humans are so predictable and easy to manipulate, but even with all his life and experiences, he can’t account for everything. I’m worried he’s being too cocky.”

Tikki petted his head. “Plagg can get over his head sometimes. He’s lazy and stubborn, but that just makes him ridiculously creative. Some of his attempts may fail, but I really think you just have to trust that he’s in control.”

“I know, I know, and in my head, I know he’s doing this for me. I know he doesn’t want to be in my body, and I know he’s crazy smart…but I feel…betrayed? Scared? I don’t know what I’m feeling.”

“Unstable.” Tikki provided. “Because you have no control over your life.”

He frowned, holding onto his tail.

“But, from what Plagg has told me, you didn’t have much control of it before either.”

He rubbed a paw against his cheek. “Sadly, no. I didn’t.”

The trap door opened again, and Marinette peeked her head out. She placed a plate with a cheese danish on it on the ground nearby. “Anything I can do?”

Tikki answered for him, only slightly lying, “sometimes Plagg gets emotional when he thinks about past holders that we lost tragically. He said Chat was busy and he didn’t want to bother him.”

“Oh Plagg, I’m so sorry.”

Adrien rubbed his eyes with his paws again. He may not be in his body, but he did feel a little embarrassed to be crying in front of his crush.

“Say Marinette, now that you’re the guardian, it would be really helpful if you could comfort him.”

“Me? I...I guess. What do I do?”

“Just do what feels right.”

Adrien floated a little closer to her, desperate for her affection, but hesitant to take it for himself.

She cupped him in her hands, cradling him, holding him, cocooning him with her skin. She brought him up to her face, leaving a lingering kiss right between his ears, then caressed him to her cheek, her fingers encircling him in a hug.

A stray finger itched the back of his head, sending tingles all the way down to his tail and making him purr.

This was heavenly. Her scent surrounded him, dulling his senses and calming his tears.

“It’s okay.” She said softly. “It’s alright to be sad. Things will get better.”

Her words soothed the day's pain, and he really did feel more optimistic. He could do anything with Ladybug’s support.

Finally, he pressed a little kiss to her cheek and allowed her to pull away. “Thank you Marinette. I do feel a lot better now.”

Her smile was so warm and so wonderful, he could stare at her all day.

But an Akuma alert had to go and ruin the whole thing.

“You better get back to Chat! If you need more comfort, come back tonight after patrol!”

“Thanks Marinette! Save that Danish for me!” And he rushed off back to the mansion.

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