#but i just still don’t feel the dog situation was fair

[gentlyweeps-world]

The “It” Girl Finale

summary: Being a rookie in the world of Formula One comes with challenges, added on with the fact you’re a girl, American and racing for Red Bull doesn’t help. While you do have your “guard dogs” and “it girl” tendencies, it doesn’t help that you’re also trying to figure out romance.

pairing: 2021 grid x fem! driver, lando norris x fem! driver reader

warnings: sexism, alcohol consumption, toxic environments, uncomfortable situations, angst, !!sexual acts/tension!!, 16+

Previously: You close your eyes and just soak in his embrace, feeling some reassurance and feeling at home in his arms.

“What do I do Max..” You whisper into his chest, body shaking as you sob. You knew Max was the person you needed right now.

“I don’t know Y/n…I really don’t know..” He whispers back. “How about during this break you come over and visit Kelly and P?” He suggests softly.

“Sure..sure” You mumble out, mind still set on Lando.

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

It’s now Friday and you’re packing a bag to stay over at Maxs with Kelly and P for the weekend. You hum along to the sound of some random song you have playing.

You’re broken out of your daze by a knock at your apartment door. “Coming!” You shout out from your room, rushing over to the door you open it and see Lando there.

“Hey…” He mutters out awkwardly, shuffling around a bit.

“Can I come in for a second?” Lando asks awkwardly, his gaze still filled with guilt and shame.

You don’t really know what to say, but you step out of the way and invite him in. You go into your living room sitting down on the sofa in shock as Lando comes in and closes the door behind him.

“So what do you want?” You ask softly, not sure why he decided to come over after walking out on you.

Lando stays silent for a few seconds, not entirely sure how to word what he wants to say. He takes a deep breath and then speaks.

“Y/n..I want..” He trails off, not having words to finish his sentence. He stands there, staring at you with a nervous look on his face.

You look back at him and wait for him to speak again, as you notice his hands slowly clenching to a fist in his pocket.

“What..?” You ask, waiting for a response from him.

“I want..I want to be with you, I’ve liked you since I first saw you..” He mutters out, finally knowing what to say.

“I know I was an asshole, I know I made you hurt, that’s what killed me”

“But- but I want to be there for you and comfort you” Lando says, moving closer towards you now.

You sit there stunned, not sure what to say or do. Would it really be worth it? After what he said before? Even after all of his insults?

“Please Y/n..” He says, voice barely above a whisper.

“Lando..I…I need you to leave” You whisper out, fist clenching in your lap. “I feel the same Lando, but you’re so complicated…”

“One moment it’s all okay then the next you’re insulting me and- and belittling me…”

“You walked out on me when I needed you the most”

“Yeah well you did the same to me with Carlos..” He says dryly.

“That was different and you know that! Him and I were both drunk!” You say irritated, getting up off the couch, now standing in front of Lando.

“See this is why it couldn’t work out between us! You’re too petty and full of yourself!”

“How do you think I feel?!” Lando suddenly shouts back, standing up to face you

“How do you think it feels to have a girl you love just throw you away like that?!”

You just stand there silently, not knowing how to respond. You feel your eyes beginning to swell up with tears, and you look down for a few seconds before meeting Lando’s gaze.

“Do you know how it feels to have the guy you love call you a pussy? To- to make fun of you for crying? And kiss you and make you feel special for one moment then turn around and say the most hurtful words to you? Huh? Do you?” You say, poking him in his chest with each word.

“You don’t get to act like the victim Lando! You don’t get to walk around all high and mighty Mr. McLarens golden boy!”

“It’s not fair…you don’t get to play around with my heart like that..” You add on, voice wavering.

Lando stands there, silent, a look of guilt on his face. You can see him visibly shake, as if this was a big wake up call.

“Y/n..please..” He whispers out, “I’m so so sorry..I didn’t mean it, please Y/n…”

He pauses for a few seconds, before continuing. “I want to do better, I really do like you and I realized I don’t want you out of my life, I don’t want you to leave and I want you by my side through everything..”

“Then why did you say those things to me?” You mutter out, eyes watering.

“You made me feel like shit..like I was worthless”

“It felt like I was nothing to you..” You add on, a chill going down your spine.

You can see his expression change as you speak, a look of hurt and guilt in his eyes.

“I shouldn’t have said those things, okay? I was hurt, after what you did with Carlos..”

“I was trying to make you feel what I felt and I should’ve realized that it wouldn’t have made it any better for anyone..”

“But please Y/n, I don’t want to be like that anymore, I want to treat you like a princess, like you deserve to be treated..” He pleads out, grabbing your arms.

“I..I need time” You say, “Just give me some time to think..”

Looking up into his eyes you see a glimmer of happiness, that at least you’re considering giving him a chance.

You can see his expression fill with relief, as if he thought you wouldn’t give him a chance.

“Thank you Y/n, please..just call me when you’ve made your mind up.” He says softly, before walking over to the door and opening it.

He turns back and smiles at you, before closing the door and leaving your apartment.

You stand there in shock, not entirely sure what just happened. Then you hear the all too familiar “du du du Max Verstappen” playing from your phone, telling you Max was calling.

You rush to get to your phone in your bedroom, “Hello?”

“Hey Y/n, tell me why Lando texted me saying he “somewhat fixed things but he wasn’t sure’”

“Can’t I explain that to you when I get to your apartment?”

“No”

Letting out a sigh, “Pretty much we kind of opened up, sort of? And I told him I needed time to think…”

You were met with silence. “Max..?”

“Finally, you two were starting to get on my nerves”

“Weren’t you the one pissed at him??”

“Yeah but that doesn’t mean you guys aren’t stupid and pussys”

“Okay well you didn’t have to word it like that..” You grumble out to Max, rolling your eyes.

Hearing a knock at your door again, you walk towards it. “Anyway weren’t you the one freaking about the “age gap” we had? As if Kelly isn’t years older than you” You say to get back at him.

“That’s different Y/n..”

“No I don’t think it really is…” You say as you open your door, phone slipping from your hand as you feel someone’s arms wrap around your waist and pull you into a kiss.

You try to pull away until you’re hit with the familiar scent of Lando. You visibly detense, wrapping your arms around him as you kiss him back.

“Hello? Y/n? Hellooooo??”

Lando pulls away from you with a grin, then leans down to pick up your phone.

“She’s busy”

“Ew..use a condom, then Y/n tell me everything after” Max says before hanging up.

Lando places your phone on the nearby console table you have, “I wasn’t going to walk out on you again…I know that now” He whispers out, arms wrapping around you again.

“Good..” You reply breathlessly, leaning in for another kiss.

You kiss Lando passionately, letting yourself fall into him. You feel the heat between you build as the seconds pass.

As Lando pulls away from the kiss you look up at him, your heart pounding. You close the door behind you, leaning in for one last kiss.

You hear your phone buzz and pick it up. Max sent a text saying ‘Call me later’. You laugh and stuff your phone in your pocket, and then look up at Lando.

“Now where were we?” You ask with a smirk, running your hand up his shirt. “I think we left off right here” Lando says, smirking back at you as you run your hand up his shirt.

He presses into you, pulling you closer as his other hand reaches up, fingers grazing the skin on your neck. You feel a shiver run down your spine, as he leans in for another kiss.

Lips meeting you pull him in closer by his shirt, simply happy again to actually be kissing him with meaning behind it.

You pull him even closer, wanting to feel more than just his lips on your own. As he continues to kiss you, his hands begin to roam, exploring every curve of your body.

As he breaks away again, he looks into your eyes, eyes full of desire and passion, his gaze set on you alone.

“We should go to my room..” You whisper out, looking at him as you slip your hands under his shirt, feeling his skin.

“Oh yeah?” Lando asks, a smirk spreading across his face as he takes your hand. “I think I just have one condition” He whispers, his eyes staring into yours as you walk to your room. His voice is soft and seductive, a voice you can’t refuse.

“What’s that one condition?” You ask with a grin, turning towards him as you two enter your room.

Lando leans in and whispers in your ear, his hot breath on your neck sending shivers of excitement down your spine.

“Im going to make you cum four times before I fuck you..”

Your breath catches in your throat, you hadn’t imagined Lando to say something like that, but it turned you on.

You shift under his gaze, already starting to feel yourself grow wet at his stare.

His eyes never leave yours as he starts to remove your shirt, his hand gently moving your hair behind your ear and then back to your neck. He gives you one slow kiss on your neck, before pulling away and gently pushing you back onto your bed.

He slowly moves towards you, as if he knows exactly what you want him to do. He pulls off his own shirt.

You stare at him breathlessly, just taking in the sight of his tanned body. He moves over towards you, leaning on his elbows to not fall on top of you he pulls you into another kiss, one that you accept gratefully.

You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, pulling him in even closer. He lets out a small groan against your lips, feeling his bulge right up against your center.

He pulls just inches away from your lips, slowly grinding himself down against you, tightening your legs around his waist you let out soft moans and whimpers.

“Fuck..I need to see your pussy, I just know its so pretty..” He groans out, you unhook your legs from around him and as soon as you do he pulls down your pants and panties, throwing them somewhere in your room.

His pupils grow as his breathing gets shallower, “Just as pretty as I imagined..” He mumbles out, licking his lips as he runs a finger through your wetness, “And soaking..”

“Just for you..” You mumble out, “Yeah? Not for Carlos?” He says teasingly, suddenly thrusting a finger into you. “I just know he’d love to see you like this…” He adds on, curling one more finger into you as you let out a gasp and moan.

He watches his fingers curl in and out of your pussy, juices coating them as he fingers you. “Is that good baby?” He whispers out, eyes meeting yours.

“Yeah..yeah so good Lan..” You moan out, spreading your legs wider for him by some miracle.

You could feel him start to scissor his fingers in your pussy, trying to stretch you out. “Oh..fuck Lando…” You whimper out, eyes rolling back.

“Moan my name again” He growls out, thrusting his fingers harder and deeper into you now. You could feel them hitting the one spot that makes you see stars.

“Fuck! Oh my god, Lando!” You moan out, thighs shaking as you cum around his fingers, he lets out a groan at the sight, making sure to remember it.

“Mmm..so good baby..” He murmurs out, slowly curling his fingers into you, not showing any signs of stopping.

“Think you have three more in you?” He whispers out, slowly pulling his fingers out of your pussy as he brings them up to his lips and sucks them clean, letting out an appreciative hum at the taste.

“I can’t..I haven’t ever..” You mumble out, thighs shaking a bit. “Well you’re going to” He growls out, moving to be face to face with your pussy.

“You’ll be crying for a different reason now..”

……

“We should probably talk about it…” You mumble out, cuddling up to him in bed. Lando lets out a hum, wrapping his arms around you.

“Yeah we should..” He says with a sigh, he turns to face you.

“Y/n..” Lando pauses, not knowing what to say to you exactly.

You see him take a deep breath, before saying, “I know that I hurt you, and what I’m about to say isn’t going to completely make up for it..”

“I really like you, and I know I should have explained how I felt about you earlier but I didn’t..”

“But that’s in the past, let’s focus on the present now..” He says, looking into your eyes as he plays with your hair.

“You’re right…” You say, knowing that most of the past with Lando was drunken actions, and words out of spite.

You’re lost in thought for a moment until Lando breaks you out of your thoughts, “What’s wrong love?”

You hesitate to answer, not sure if it’s the right time. “Do you think it’s actually annoying that I go to Max for things..?”, voice barely above a whisper as you ask him that.

Lando goes silent for a moment, taking a few seconds to think before replying.

“Honestly Y/n? I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it” He admits, voice gentle.

“Max is like family to you..” He says, smiling softly at you.

“What I said to you on the plane…I hope you know I didn’t mean any of that” He adds on with an apologetic stare.

The words of what he said to you on the plane replayed in your head, remembering the harsh words and attitude.

“Don’t call me Norris Y/n, and how typical of you to tell me to go cry about something.” Lando says, his voice full of hate.

“I’m not you, I don’t need to go cry to my team principal or my teammate once someone says something that I don’t like.” Lando continues, his tone now loud and frustrated.

“Yeah, I know..” You whisper out, wanting to look away but also wanting to see how Lando deals with the mess he created.

“I’m sorry..please forgive me” He says, taking your hands and staring into your eyes as he says it.

You can’t deny him, because you know you can forgive him. You don’t want him to feel horrible about himself, and you know that he’s being genuine about his apology.

There was no hesitation when he said that he wanted to be with you.

But you also knew you weren’t exactly in the clear either, “I’m sorry too, for what I said to you..” You mumble out gently, even if your words didn’t compare to Landos.

“It’s okay Y/n, really..” Lando says, voice soft.

“Look, can I confess something to you?” He asks, and you know that it’s something important as his eyes meet yours.

He takes a deep breath, before looking away and admitting, “I think I was so insecure, that I wanted you all to myself..” Your heart flutters, as you didn’t know what to think.

“Well if it means anything, you really don’t have any competition…” You say with a small smile.

Lando looks back at you, as if what you just said took him by surprise. “Oh yeah?” He asks, voice full of mischief.

“Care to explain?”

You smile back at him, “What, I’m just speaking the truth you know?” You add on playfully with a grin.

Lando suddenly moves towards you, getting on top of you and pressing himself against you, his lips just brushing against yours.

He smirks at you as he speaks, “You know, you might just convince me” He whispers out.

“Yeah? What might I convince you on?” You ask with a giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Just to make you mine, completely” He says, as a smirk spreads across his face.

“Just you, and me, that’s all I’d need” He adds on.

He leans in and kisses your neck before looking back up at you. “Please? Tell me you can be mine, only mine” He murmurs out, voice full of desire and passion.

You look into his eyes and nod. “I can be yours” You whisper quietly, not wanting anyone else but him in the end.

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radio 🪩: I hope this was a good final chapter! I will make a follow up one at some point! I absolutely loved writing this mini series and I hope you guys loved reading it! Please leave any comments, I love interacting and getting feedback 💙

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[frankenkyle19]

Go Slow, Speedster

Peter Maximoff x reader smut

description: word count 1.1k (I hate this but I wanted to put something out for you guys) You teach Peter that going fast isn’t always how it should be done

No one but yourself would know how much of a whiney bitch Peter Maximoff was in bed. It almost seemed a bit over the top at times, but it was a 100% authentic reaction. He was a big baby, and a pillow princess. 

He wanted what he wanted and he wanted it when he wanted it. The only problem was sometimes he got carried away. Cared too much for his own pleasure and left you wanting. He didn’t do it on purpose of course, and always made sure to apologize, but in the moment he got so lost in his own pleasure that he really couldn’t think of anything else.

That’s why it was your job to teach him. Patience was a virtue after all, and little Peter would soon learn the pleasures of going slow. 

It had been another normal day. Well, as normal as your day could be when you were dating a mutant with superspeed. He had just finished a mission, something or another, he didn’t really care to share about his ‘job’ with you, because he found it boring. And because he found better ‘things’ to do with you.

That’s how you had ended up completely undressed with him on top of you in under a minute. Damned super speed. 

Now sure, you loved seeing him like this, but sometimes you liked it slow, and that was definitely not something Peter did a lot. In every aspect of his life he was unnaturally fast, so of course it was the same in the bedroom.

You tried to pry your lips away from his own for just a second as he whined, his cock hanging heavy between the two of you as he looked at you with those sweet puppy dog eyes of his. So tempting.

“Can I put it in? Please momma-“ you felt a shiver crawl up your spine at his words. He knew exactly how to get his way. But not today. Today you wouldn’t give in. 

He rutted against you impatiently, a thick trail of sticky pre-cum rubbed against your thigh. He huffed quietly as he awaited an answer. 

A smile crept onto your lips and Peter, bless him, mistook this as a good thing. It was a good thing, but not for him.

Before he knew it, you had completely taken control of the situation. To be fair… you were always in control of Peter. He was wrapped around your finger.

“Go ahead baby, fuck me-“ He wasted no time in positioning his leaky cock at your entrance.

“But-“ you stopped him, reaching down and running your thumb over the thick, red cockhead that sat at your entrance.

Peter mewled, bucking up against your hand as he cried out. 

“Momma-“

“Let me talk, Peter. Or you won’t get anything, okay baby boy?”

He bit his lip to keep quiet and nodded, eyes hazy and body buzzing with energy.

“You can fuck me, but, you’re going to go at my pace tonight.”

It could be worse for him. You could deny him the ability to fuck you at all. This shouldn’t be too bad, he could do this… Right?

He nodded once more, finally, finally getting to feel your tight heat envelop him. He instantly finds a pace that suits him, only to be stopped by you squeezing your thighs around his waist.

“Ah ah ah, slowwww, Mr. Quicksilver.”

He groaned softly. He always loved when you called him quicksilver and you never really knew why. Maybe he had some weird superhero fucking their fan fetish. Didn’t really matter to you, you didn’t mind calling him that so it was fine.

“Momma-“ he complained, hips still moving slowly in and out of you. So he was going to be stubborn. Well, that’s his own fault. 

“You want to be a good boy for me don’t you? Then go slow. Feels so good for me when you go slow. I know it feels good for you too.”

He swallowed down a whimper as he nodded, his hips meeting yours with gentle, slow thrusts. You could tell it was killing him by the way sweat formed on his brow and his whole body shook.

Your head fell back into the pillows as you let out a quiet sigh. It felt so good to have him go slow for once. He grazed those sensitive spots inside you perfectly like this.

Peter buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses there. He was doing better than you thought, until you felt drops of what felt like water on your neck.

 He was crying.

“Baby boy, hey- what’s wrong?”

“Wanna go fast momma- please- fuck I need it please I’ll be good next time just let me- please-“ he sniffled desperately, his cock quite literally vibrating inside of you.

This had been progress, so you couldn’t be too mad. Plus he had asked so nicely.

“Okay baby, just don’t go too fast.” You chuckled, already reaching to hold onto his shoulders. 

He could go fast. Like really fast. But despite how fast he could be, he never fully let himself go, because he never wanted to hurt you.

He held his head up as he got into a better position before he began to thrust back into you. His pace was absolutely brutal, and the sound of slick skin slapping against skin was absolutely sinful. 

His moans were even more so. He was so vocal you’d think he was in pain. Nope. Quite the opposite.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck-“ he cursed, hips now moving at almost inhuman speed against you, bed creaking as he fucked into you, his body blurred at the edges from how fast he was going.

You could tell he was close by the way the muscles in his neck began to pop out and get more prominent. Gasping, you clawed at his back as he hit a heavenly spot inside you. Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad.

“Oh fuck Peter- quicksilver- just like that, right there, I’m close.” You choked out, holding onto him for dear life as he fucked you into the mattress.

Peter seemed to double down his efforts, determined to get you there before he fell over the edge himself.

It wasn’t long before your pleasure was building until it could no more. The band in your stomach snapped as waves of pleasure washed over you, sending you into a blurry, hazed euphoria.

Peter pulled out of you, stroking himself at inhuman speed, his hand flying across his cock so fast you could barely even see his movements. He came across your chest, doubling over in pleasure. His hand fell away from his cock as the last of his release dribbled from his tip. 

Maybe next time he’d learn that being slow could feel just as good. 

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[onlyswan]

summary: in which christmas is upon us and jungkook just wants to say that he loves you.

> fluff / wc: 3.4k

> warnings: poor baby is sick so he’s on vocal rest :( oc loves snow but is scared of slipping on it, a littleee suggestive with an allusion to a hard-on

note: just to be clear the bold texts are the lines jungkook says to you using his phone ^^ + the first scene is inspired by this ask !!! + i had a nap after my finals then started writing this lol my brain is still fried. happy holidays my dear friends <3 stay warm and healthy <3

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jungkook plops down on the bed, about to slide his sweatshirt over his head until it gets forcefully ripped away from his hands. a yell of his dog’s name dies down on his tongue as bam’s fast paws slide all the way across the living room floor. releasing yet another crestfallen sigh, he follows after his stolen piece of clothing.

however, the path gets blocked by you, standing infront of him with a hand over your waist.

“and why are you walking around only wearing boxers?” you ask him quizzically, raising your eyebrows. “baby, please don’t get sicker than you already are.”

he pouts sadly, pointing at the couch where bam stands tall, his two-weeks-old sweatshirt hanging from the dog’s teeth.

“bam!” you turn to look at bam, and he tilts his head to the side innocently. “come here. give it back to your dad.”

jungkook scratches his head when bam drops the sweatshirt on the floor, stepping on it as he jumps off the couch to jog towards you. he can’t even point out the fact that it was just fresh from the laundry because he left the whiteboard in the kitchen and his phone is in the bedroom. oh my god, he can’t even complain about how much he fucking hates being on vocal rest.

well, he did try once this morning, using the whiteboard. with eleven exclamation points and the sad emoji drawn with extra details to be exact. okay, maybe twice. he erased the sad emoji to replace it with a crying one when you caught him making coffee, which the doctor told him he isn’t allowed to drink until his throat heals because it can dehydrate and irritate it. to be fair, having coffee every morning has been a part of his daily routine. he didn’t even realize he was making coffee until you started scolding him.

due to the cold weather and his intense recording sessions for the past week, he woke up with a sore throat and hoarse voice yesterday morning. aside from taking the prescribed medication, he was advised to go on a vocal rest, too. what makes it absolutely hellish for him? it’s not difficult to obey doctor’s orders. because it’s not like he could actually use his voice even if he wanted to. almost nothing comes out when he tries.

this gloomy situation reminded him why he religiously drinks vitamins and takes good care of his voice in the first place. it’s one thing to take a break from singing . . . but to completely abstain from talking? the last time he said ‘i love you’ was almost two days ago. he wants to curl up into a ball, cry, and scream.

and just like what he’s been doing since yesterday to express his misery, he sighs, lazily draping his arms around you. bam ends up lying down on the floor behind you when he realizes he won’t be getting any attention.

“oh, my poor baby. i love you.” you coo, tenderly rubbing his naked back, hoping it provides him a little more comfort and warmth. “you’ll be better in no time. just give your voice the rest it needs, hmm?”

you feel him nod against your shoulder. his embrace becomes tighter as he slumps, leaning more of his weight on you. you plant your feet firmly on the ground to prevent the two of you from falling, and you allow him to hold on to you for however long he needs.

“are you sure calvin klein hasn’t offered you guys a deal yet?”

and that’s when he pulls away. he stares at you for a second before shaking his head, fluffy hair bouncing as he does so.

“maybe it got lost in the mail?”

he shakes his head again, a bunny smile creeping on his face because of how adorably serious you’re being over such a random topic. how do you possibly miss a mail from the calvin klein? your teasing touch travels down to the curves of his waist, until your fingers trace the waistband of his boxers, sparking tingles in his abdomen and all the way down there. only then does he realize that he’s still half naked.

your nose scrunches as you smile innocently. what a minx. you never give his poor heart a rest. “then i guess you’re for my eyes only.”

body, heart, and soul— for your eyes only. but he wouldn’t say it even if he was able to speak because it sounds too cheesy outside of the song he hasn’t played you yet, so he kisses your cheek to say i am.

you pat his butt twice, urging him to head back to the bedroom. “go get dressed now, or i’ll change my mind and leave alone.”

he narrows his eyes at the sweatshirt left lying on the floor, and you click your tongue when the realization dawns on you.

“i’ll wash it later. it just had to be the white one, huh?”

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“oh, baby, wait! forgot your scarf!” you rip your hand away from the doorknob, bolting back to the bedroom.

jungkook waits by the door, holding up his phone in landscape view, the words ‘but i don’t have a scarf?’ flashing on the screen. he only sees this at concerts, having done it himself before— a fan using their phone as a makeshift banner. and here he is, using it to his maximum advantage in his daily life.

“well, i do!” you enthusiastically respond to his message when you return, holding up the two scarves you managed to find in your cabinet. “pink with black checkered pattern or indigo? it’s shibori.”

he points at your right hand, and his heart flutters inside his ribcage when your face evidently lights up. you drape the pink scarf over his nape, wrapping the longer end twice around his neck to make it even with the other end. you take a quick step back to check him out, and it matches perfectly with his all-black outfit.

“nice and warm.” you say sweetly as you stroke his shiny hair.

he types on his phone before showing you the screen: ‘it’s so cold outside wear a scarf too :(’

you wear the indigo scarf without tying or wrapping it around your neck, leaving both ends draping down almost the same length as your jacket. this makes your boyfriend tut. he mimics your actions from earlier, making sure it’s warm but still breathable. you hide a pout. this scarf doesn’t match your outfit at all, but just like how you also ate soup for dinner last night so he wouldn’t feel sad and lonely about eating bland food, you do it anyway.

you look down when you feel a poking at your thigh. “oh. hi. be a good boy, bamie, okay? we’ll be back before dinnertime.”

despite the dirty white sweatshirt in the hamper, jungkook gives bam his good boy head pats before locking the front door.

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you hum along to the christmas songs playing in the stores you pass by, restraining yourself from skipping along the pavement so you won’t slip on the unswept snow that fell almost the entire evening. jungkook is holding your hand firmly as you share a heating pad. his free one is tucked in the pocket of his padded jacket to shield it from the cold. you made sure that he was leaving the house as warm as possible, even stuffing earmuffs in your bag incase he starts complaining about freezing ears, too.

you pull back the khaki knitted bucket hat a little over your head so it won’t block your vision. he can’t see the rest of your face, but the way your eyes crinkle as your cheeks rise beneath the mask makes him copy your smile. you’re not usually happy with walking crowded streets, but the holidays seem to be an exception.

you always marvel at the giant christmas trees they display in the middle of the cities. you watch hanging christmas lanterns in awe, the swirling colors dancing in your dilated pupils. you gush about the christmas sales, and the discount bundles. you insisted on owning two christmas trees, green and white, to use them interchangeably. and by insisted he means you went home one november night hauling a giant box without him having a single clue what was inside . . . and he was afraid to find out.

you tend to decorate a little late because you’re both usually busy by the end of the year, but you leave it up until you’re reminded that valentine’s day is nearing.

this year, it’s the white tree’s time to shine again. it was jungkook’s idea to go with the theme of pantone’s color of the year, very peri, a shade of periwinkle. you already decorated it with a purple star on top and christmas balls all around, with light blue flowers and candy canes as the accent. now you’re on a hunt for lights to wrap around it, and hopefully also toss in some of those little gift box ornaments you just can’t seem to goddamn find online. (spoiler alert: you fail to find them in person too)

“ah! they have all the colors.” you giggle as you grab the first box of lights you saw, which is green.

jungkook is walking to the other end of the shelf as he inspects the boxes of lights he brushes past, until he finds something you’d definitely love. he takes out the first two boxes to grab the one behind them, because well, many other people most probably already touched those.

“baby, please help. should we get white? or green? or pink?” you ask without looking at him, squinting at the three boxes infront of you in serious contemplation.

he catches your attention by bumping his arm against yours, proudly presenting the item he found with the words ‘this one has a remote control with twelve colors ^_^’ flashing on his phone screen.

of course, it goes to say that you feel sad about your sweet boy having a sore throat, because this man’s life literally revolves around his voice. you were anxious about how you were going to comfort him when you found out that he needs to be on a vocal rest. but you didn’t expect that it would end up with you being hopelessly endeared by his written communication and cute little emoticons.

you beam at him excitedly, taking the box from his hands. “i like these round bulbs better. i didn’t think they’d have this type of st-”

you flip it over to check the price, and the amount of numbers comically make your shoulders drop. “aaand that’s also twelve times the price of the regula- jungkook!”

you yelp in surprise when he tightly wraps his arms around you from behind, whisking you away before you can convince yourself not to get it.

after the employee tested out if the product is working well, you finally made your peace with the price tag. you can choose the colors for the lighting modes and patterns? sick.

it doesn’t come as a surprise when you find long lines extending past the belt stanchions that separate the two counters. jungkook glues himself to your back again, resting his chin on your shoulder. the beeping of the barcode reader sounds too loud for him, and he wishes they would turn up the speakers so he can hear the jazzy christmas songs better.

he behaves for the most part, gently swaying you back and forth to the music. at some point, he almost falls asleep on your shoulder while resting his eyes. he regrets not wearing his glasses today. when he opens them again, you’re already fifth in line. jungkook estimates that a good 10% of your relationship is spent waiting on cash register lines, and it may sound tiresome if you put it that way, but oddly enough, he doesn’t hate it at all.

he pulls up the notes app in his phone, and you instantly look down at the screen knowing that he has something to say to you.

‘i’m thirsty :( my throat is getting dry again’

“aw, my love.” you coo at him sadly, rubbing his forearm. “want chamomile tea with honey again?”

you feel him bob his head, his cheek brushing against yours as he types his response. ‘yes. it magically makes me feel better ㅠㅠ but the pain still comes back ㅠㅠ’

“it’s gonna be fine. just let me take care of you, okay? drink your tea at the bakery we passed by, then let’s cuddle when we get home.”

jungkook briefly pulls down his mask to press an appreciative kiss on your temple, a small smile forming on his lips because you taking care of him makes him feel significantly less shitty. about generally everything, really. but you just get extra fussy over him when he’s in pain and he adores it.

your cheek kisses? addicting. asking him how he’s feeling every hour with your sweet, nurturing voice? brings him to tears. scolding him about being stubborn? makes him feel loved. religiously refilling the humidifiers? he must marry you. burning his midnight oatmeal because you had to help him look for his whiteboard marker? funny.

“oh wait, it’s already 4pm. so you should eat dinner and take your meds first before cuddles.”

the medicine makes him drowsy, and considering that he is already drowsy, he knows he’s going to pass out to sleep as soon as his body gets tangled with yours. having a sore throat fucking sucks, but he’s kind of excited to get his longest sleep of the year yet.

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jungkook heads straight to the table beside the window, letting you order alone so he doesn’t get charmed by the wide array of christmas-themed desserts displayed by the counter. the seductive smell of sweets permeate through every corner of the room, and it’s more than enough to have him drooling, really. but if he eats sugar, his voice’s time in prison will be extended.

he takes off his jacket, scarf, and mask to enjoy some warmth without the heavy layers. while he waits for you, he distracts himself with checking his inbox. he giggles quietly as he scrolls through the conversation between his members that took place earlier this noon. he was taking a nap at that time, courtesy of the medicine he took after breakfast. however, his attention gets torn away from the phone when he hears a gasp from another table.

it’s snowing pretty heavily again, engulfing the vibrant street in thicker piles of pure white. winter can sure be a nuisance, but god, is it breathtakingly magical. it’s fascinating how ice falling from the sky can transform a daily scenery into a wonderland of unadulterated joy. to jungkook, the human’s ability to breathe life into earth’s many natural processes gives him the enthusiasm to live through another cycle of the four seasons.

“snow is so pretty.” you sigh dreamily as you sit down beside him, sinking on the (personally, too) soft couch. “here’s your tea, babe. be careful. it’s still hot.”

mesmerized by what he calls his magic potion, he carefully picks up the cup by its handle. as he blows on the piping hot beverage, his gaze falls upon the saucer infront of you. it’s a blue donut with a snowflake intricately drawn on it— too pretty, he would feel bad about eating it.

“stop watching me. i feel bad.” you whine halfway through your donut, wiping the corners of your lips with a tissue paper.

your boyfriend feigns innocence, making a confused face before taking another sip of his tea.

“what do you want for dinner?”

with that question, he goes back to scrolling through his phone to look for a restaurant. craving to feel his warmth, you hold his waist as you rest your cheek on his toned bicep, curiously watching him navigate the food delivery app.

he shows you the chicken noodle soup from the family restaurant you’ve ordered from several times in the past. “yeah, that should be fine. as long as the meat and veggies are soft. put it as a request in the notes.”

he does as you told, explaining that he’s sick so he can only eat easy-to-swallow food. before he can proceed to the payment, you sneakily tap the plus sign beside the quantity to make order two servings. he look at you in question, because you always prefer rice over noodles.

“i’ll eat it with you. i want something warm in my tummy.” you smile sweetly, gesturing at the snow-covered street to reiterate your point.

you finish the rest of your donut while singing along to jingle bell rock, thighs bouncing along to the beat. your boyfriend watches you in amusement, laughing to himself when you mumble gibberish then sing louder when you know the lyrics again. after sending in the order, he shows you that it should arrive at your doorstep by 6pm.

he picks up his cup to finish the rest of his tea. he takes a small sip to find that it’s already at the perfect temperature. “mhmmm, so good.” he moans, eyebrows knitting in sheer delight as the warm liquid soothes his sore throat.

“jungkook!”

oh shit. right. he has a sore throat. that hurt.

his hand flies to cover his mouth, ‘oops!’ written all over his face.

you release a sigh. it’s the first proper sound you hear from him since the other night, so you can’t say that you’re mad. “is the tea that good?”

he snaps a thumbs up with a wink to confirm that ‘it’s the best!’ as he usually says. you conclude that the tea here is better than what he has at home, and so, you decide to secretly go here early tomorrow morning. his throat hurts the most after sleeping, and you’re hoping it would help put him in a good mood for the rest of the day.

jungkook wears his jacket again, and then the pink scarf. as it’s snowing harder and it’s getting colder, you take this opportunity to put the earmuffs on him.

“so cute.” you mutter quietly, kissing his cheek because it’s impossible not to shower him with love when your heart is overflowing with it. you roll your eyes when your boyfriend leans closer to wordlessly ask for another. nevertheless, you cup his face with your warm hand, kissing the mole on top of his cheekbone.

jungkook opens the umbrella the moment you step out of the bakery, and the sound of chimes get muted when the door closes on its own. the green eco-bag where the christmas lights are in gently swings as you walk back to the car parked three blocks away. parking was full almost everywhere so you had no choice but to go with whichever empty spot you saw.

you make a noise of confusion when jungkook suddenly grabs your arm to stop you from walking. he dishes out the phone from his pocket and begins typing using only his thumb. you remain standing there, motionless, waiting for him to communicate.

he pushes back his earmuffs a bit before showing you the screen. ‘baby do you want a pasta maker?’

“why would i want a pasta ma- do you want a pasta maker?”

‘they’re on sale at the store we went to :D’

you fail to hold back a laugh when you realize that he’s probably been thinking about it since you were waiting in line back at the store. “want to go back and let me buy it for you?”

‘i love you <3’

you hide a stupid grin under your mask, shyly pushing down the screen to hide it. “yah, we’re in the middle of the sidewalk.”

jungkook only giggles, stubbornly raising the screen to show it to you once more. you pull him over to the side when you see a big group of people about to walk by, accidentally stepping on a pile of snow that makes you an inch taller.

“i love you more.” you brush off the snow that fell on his hair, and you share a sincere smile that can be recognized even only through the eyes. “you promise that you’ll use it more than once?”

he replies with a fervent nod. and it’s his eyes again . . . it’s always those wide eyes shimmering with love and optimism. they make you feel as though you are capable of moving mountains and parting oceans and turning dust into gold. and as long as it’s for jungkook, those might just be true.

“alright. let’s go then.” your boyfriend takes that as the green light to grab your hand, lacing his fingers with yours as he excitedly tugs you back to the opposite way.

“walk slowly! i’m scared of slipping!” you whine in panic as you and jungkook leave behind footprints on the snow, temporarily carving the memories of today into stone.

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Chapter 9 - A bubbly experience 🫧

Summary: Katsuki acts like a good fucking husband. That’s the summary.

Warnings: swear words, Reader and Katsuki are sharing a bath naked, mentions of being aroused but no smut at all. They only kiss. Pinky promise.

16+ but let’s make it 18+ for safety.

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Ahh. The sun is up already. You really fucking hate existing right now. Being in this condition is already bad enough, but the mornings are the worst of it all; waking up feels like coming back from hell after going through 300 different kinds of torture.

“Just end my suffering.” You mumble to yourself, completely forgetting that you are not alone.

“It’s five fucking AM, shut the fuck up.” Comes the sweet answer from your side; Katsuki’s hair tickles the back of your neck as he snuggles into you as much as he can, probably trying to cancel out the light and the noise at the same time. His arms tighten around your middle possessively, pulling you as close as humanly possible, absolutely ignoring the fact that there are some parts of him that you weren’t completely ready to feel at “five fucking AM” in the morning as Katsuki would say. “You need somethin’? Water? Toilet? Anythin’?” He mumbles after his mind caught up with the situation. People can say whatever they want about Katsuki being a terrible boyfriend material, but those people don’t fucking see him all soft and mushy and caring and affectionate….

“Nah, I have everything I need right here.” You stroke his hands sitting on your belly with a lovesick smile on your face.

“That was so fucking cheesy.” Katsuki GIGGLES and takes a deep breath, his nose deep in your hair. “You smell like shit.” He snorts, but you can feel that he’s still smiling.

“Stop smelling me then, weirdo.”

“Nah, I love it.” Katsuki grins. Your heart skips a beat.

Honestly. This man is something else. You kinda want to go on a gossip site and leave an anonymous message about Dynamight’s soft side. The fan girls would eat that shit up for sure.

“You will be the death of me.” You mumble into your sheets with a red face.

“I’m literally keeping you alive right now.” Katsuki retorts proudly. “Now shut up and sleep, I’m not ready for this shit.”

“What shit?” You ask, confused.

“Living.”

Fair deal.

Early morning conversations with Katsuki are certainly your new favorite things in the whole world.

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“Wake up, you lazy shit.” Katsuki grumbles, clearly annoyed. The lovely scent of freshly brewed coffee hits your nose and that’s enough for you to have the energy to open your eyes and lean towards the lovely scent; you kinda resemble those dogs smelling bacon while they sleep in those funny videos on YouTube but you can’t be bothered to be ashamed of yourself right now; being in this condition is already enough of an embarrassment anyway. “I brought your breakfast in today but I hate when people eat in bed so this is the last time, got it?”

“Yes, boss!” You take the coffee from Katsuki’s hands automatically, but he takes it away with a disappointed look on his face.

“Did you really forget why I’m bringing you breakfast to bed?”

“Because you love me?” You answer self-deprecatingly.

Katsuki only sighs.

“What’s the time?” He mumbles. Well, that’s a really stupid question to ask right now, but okay; you reach towards the nightstand to check your phone. Surprisingly, the device stays in your hand for quite a long time before your arms give in and the phone falls into your lap.

“Oh. Yeah. I forgot about that for a second.”

You are such an idiot sometimes, honestly. Being in love really makes you stupid.

“How are you feelin’?” Katsuki mumbles as he slowly sits down next to you with the tray of food. It looks phenomenal, just like everything Katsuki makes.

“You worry too much, Kats.” You smile at the hero but he only rolls his eyes at that.

“I ain’t worried, you would even survive the fucking plague. I just don’t want a coffee stain on my mattress, that’s all.”

“Sure.” You giggle to yourself while Katsuki slowly feeds you the pancakes even thought you are quite sure your arms work just enough to take the fork and feed yourself, even if it would be a bit slow.

For some weird reason, Katsuki looks content. He cuts the pancake into small pieces, prolonging the whole thing like he wants to enjoy this for longer than it’s needed, he tilts the coffee mug gently and slowly as he lets you drink the super sweet caramel coffee he made just for you and when the food is gone he makes sure there isn’t a single stain on your face by wiping your lips with a napkin but the touch feels so gentle, it feels like a caress; Katsuki acts the opposite of his usual self but somehow, it feels more genuine than his angry grumbles. After breakfast, Katsuki asks you to stay in bed while cleans up the mess; he comes back a few minutes later, his face determined; whatever he’s about to say the only acceptable answer is YES.

To be fair, that’s fine. It’s not like there is anything you wouldn’t do for this man…

“Your smelly ass is gonna have a bath and I’ll help.”

… Nevermind. Scratch that.

“Fuck no.”

Wait, wait, wait. You haven’t even seen each other naked yet. You haven’t even… well… you haven’t done the deed or anything like that, the most intimate thing between you two was when you touched the hem of his boxers at his parent’s house and he absolutely hated it. You are still not completely over the fact that he hated it, by the way. You understand why, but it still hurts like a bitch! There is no way you can get naked in front of him and…

“Fuck yes.” Katsuki retorts. “The bath is ready and it’s super bubbly, so I won’t see shit. Come on.”

The blonde acts like a stubborn dad, his arms already under your armpits to pull you up.

“Katsuki, put me down, I need a moment.” You yelp as he puts you on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, barely listening to your anxious retorts.

“The more you think about it the worst it’s gonna be. Let’s get over with this. You trust me, don’t you?”

That was a fucking low-blow. Emotional manipulation, that is. Fuck’s sake.

You know you are freaking out over nothing; you are both adults and both heroes, full of scars that will never fade. He knows how you look like under all the oversized clothing; fuck, Katsuki have kissed most of your scars in his room right before you two made your way to meet Katsuki’s parents. It’s just…

This is not how you wanted him to see you for the first time. You are not a romantic person and you definitely had a hunch Katsuki isn’t either so you kinda imagined your first time to happen out of the blue, hands wondering a bit too far, unable to stop and then things just happen… you thought the first time he sees you naked will be the time you two decide to take the next step; when you are too busy and too excited to really take in the sight. Somehow, this whole situation makes you feel so fragile and insecure, it actually clouds your mind enough you almost make the blonde stumble as you reach out for the door frame to make him stop.

Coming here was a mistake. A big fucking one at that.

Katsuki sighs but he doesn’t let go yet; he strokes your back soothingly, silent for a moment then slowly takes a step forward until your arms give in and hands falls, your whole body giving in to the fatigue. A sweet scent fills your lungs when you take a deep breath; cinnamon, caramelized sugar with a citrusy undertone; it smells like Katsuki but not really; the scent is more fresh than Katsuki’s usual scent and it’s much stronger.

“If you really don’t want to, I’ll put you back to bed.” Katsuki’s confidence clearly wavers as he puts you down on the toilet seat. He hands you your toothbrush, not even trying to force you to do anything anymore; the guy looks heartbroken to be honest, and you absolutely hate seeing him like this and you hate the fact that YOU made him feel like this even more. You quickly wash your teeth while Katsuki stands by the door, clearly in his own little world, probably deciding between leaving or staying. He takes one step forward and one step back, just how he did yesterday when he wasn’t sure if sleeping together was okay or not.

For you, it was so obvious that it’s okay yet he still managed to waver and overthink the whole situation; Bakugou Katsuki might look like an over-confident asshole but deep inside he’s just as uncertain as you are.

You spit out the toothpaste and Katsuki appears by your side right away; he takes the toothbrush from you, cleans your mess up without a single retort and he’s just about to leave the room when your mind finally clears out enough to see how stupid you are being right now.

“Can you stay? I want you to stay.” You mumble into the awkward silence; your cheeks feel burning hot so you are quite sure your whole face is as red as a tomato, but it doesn’t really matter right now. “I want to try and get in alone. I feel like I’m not as weak as I thought I’ll be, which is a good sign but I want to be sure. Will you catch me if I fall?”

“Of course, you idiot.” Katsuki mumbles but he doesn’t roll his eyes this time. He turns away and closes his eyes, probably listening to his surroundings so he can catch you without even looking; his face is determined like he’s about to fight the final boss blind and seeing him like this makes you feel so many things at once; adoration, gratitude, pure love and trust towards the person who’s willing to do all of this for his girlfriend of a few weeks without a single nasty retort. Bakugou Katsuki is not a person who wills to shape himself to fit anyone’s expectations, not even All Might’s, yet here he is, soft and pliant, only an arms length away, listening, understating and trying his best to do what makes you feel the most comfortable in this fucked up situation. You are sure this is not how he wanted this to go either; he also had to have his own daydreams about the day you two tear down another wall between you, but he doesn’t complain, doesn’t say a word, just goes with the flow and let’s you take over, even if it kills him inside.

If you didn’t know Katsuki’s words were true before, you definitely know the truth now; he wouldn’t do any of this if he wouldn’t love you as much as you love him. The realization hits you like a truck and butterflies erupt in your chest as you slowly take your shirt off, then your pajama pants until you shakily stand, completely naked, right next to the bath tub. You sit down on the rim, take in the sight of the thick layer of bubbles, one of your hands playing around with them while the other hides your breasts. You take another deep breath and move your leg into the tub, followed by the other; the bath is a little too hot but at least it burns away the remaining of your anxiety.

“Fuck, I made it in. Alone. On the first day.” You mumble excitedly while you try to make a little wall in front you with the bubbles in the bath. “This is huge, Katsuki. I might be able to be a hero again.” You don’t even realize you started crying in the middle of your sentence until Katsuki mumbles “fuck” under his nose and makes his way to sit on the side of the bathtub with you. He leans in to put your foreheads together and takes a deep breath; the action makes you blush like a teenage schoolgirl, way too aware of the fact that you are laying in a massive bathtub, naked.

“I told you, you are a fucking tank. You’ll kick your weakness in the ass and come back twice as strong. I fucking knew it. Fuck, I’m so proud of you.”

There are butterflies everywhere now; in your chest, in your tummy, in your heart, right in the middle; Katsuki’s natural scent fits so perfectly with the scent of the bubble bath, sweet but spicy; you are rendered utterly speechless when Katsuki moves away just so he can look into your eyes, his gaze deep and so-so fond it makes your stomach squirm. You swear your heart explodes under the pressure and puts itself back together at the same time when Katsuki leans back in to leave an agonizingly slow and deep kiss on your lips while he pushes his shirt up and pulls it through his head in one swift move, not even giving you enough time to understand the situation before he barges back in for another one. He still fiddles with something but you are too content to let your mind wander about what the heck is happening; in the next few seconds, something heavy plops into the bath tub, right next to you. You open your eyes and your breath hitches; Katsuki is in his underwear, his legs already in the water, slowly moving towards your other side until he sits down right next to you, skin touching skin when he snakes his arms around your middle. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, leaving a few chaste kisses there, his body tense and anxious but he doesn’t give in to the tension; he takes a deep breath and tries to relax, but he’s clearly not as chill about this as he tries to make it look like.

“I heard that having a bath together helps people who struggle with the whole intimacy thing. I thought I might try it. Should have asked first though.” He mutters into your neck apologetically.

“You don’t need to ask.” You answer with a heavy blush. “Can I put my arm behind you? Is that okay?”

Katsuki squirms for a second but he takes another deep breath to relax himself.

“Yeah. I think I’m ready.” He says and you can’t help but giggle at that.

“Katsuki, you make it sound like I’m asking you to let me pinch your nipples! You are doing okay. You are okay. You can also say no. It’s fine.”

Katsuki’s face contorts into a frown and you start to get a bit anxious about his behavior; maybe this was a bit too much for him, maybe you should just ask him to leave and have a breather… he’s done so well already there is no reason to push himself.

“Can I.. clean you up instead? I want to wash your back. I think.” He mutters shyly. Bakugou Katsuki is being shy. Oh damn, what did you do to deserve this shit?! You nod silently, not wanting to ruin the intimate mood; Katsuki takes a brand new bottle of shower gel in his hand which has his own logo on the front and pours some into a shower puff. “I made this deal with this cool natural cosmetic shop from England. They wanted to do a collab with the top 10 heroes. This is the first prototype.” He mutters under his nose and slowly leans forward with the puff in his hands. “Deku made a bath bomb and the shower gel, they smell like pine and something sweet. It’s quite weird but whatever. Todoroki couldn’t decide what scent to go for so he has two shower gels, one peppermint and one spicy one. The spicy one is really nice.”

You are not sure if you are supposed to say anything or not; it seems like Katsuki is mostly muttering to himself, probably trying to calm down by filling the silence with random words so the situation doesn’t feel that intimate. Katsuki is struggling but the more he moves the puff around, the more content he gets. He stops abruptly when he gets to your breasts; he stops right where the skin starts to bounce and stays there, frozen. Instead of words, you decide to give him consent with an action; your hand comes up to cover his, slowly moving his hands around your chest while you leave tiny kisses on his shoulders to reassure him.

“I… well… My shower gel…” Katsuki stutters, his eyes big as saucers. If this wouldn’t be so hard for him you would definitely make a virgin joke. “Do you remember when you said you like the smell of my pillow?” Katsuki’s hand moves down to your belly.

“Yeah.” You sigh, trying your best not to get too excited from his touches. It’s not going well.

“I told them I want my shower gel to smell like my sweat. It sounds disgusting now that I said it out loud but I wanted to make it… for you… but whatever. It’s not important. Just… fuck off, don’t look at me like that!” Katsuki moves away with a grumpy pout on his face.

Needless to say, you are five seconds away from crying.

“When… when did you start working on this?” You ask, voice wavering. You won’t cry. You will fucking push through this without a single tear drop. You can do this.

“Six… months ago.” Katsuki’s face is the color of Midoriya’s sneakers and so are his ears. You make a tiny little squeaky noise. “Yes, months before we actually… became a thing, shut the fuck up now and gimme your legs.”

“Fucking marry me, Katsuki. Right now.”

Katsuki can make explosions under water. In case you wondered. They also die right away for obvious reasons and something bubbles up to the surface, so it ends up looking like he just farted underwater. It’s quite hilarious.

“We need to live together for at least a few months before we marry to make sure we can share a space without killing each each other.” Katsuki says like he’s reading it from the news paper. He grabs your leg under the water and yanks it up aggressively; you yelp and laugh at the same time when he rubs your skin with the same aggression; finally, Katsuki feels more like himself.

“Did you Google that before?” You giggle as he swaps your legs over. Katsuki only grunts, his cute little ears on fire.

“Fuck off. You look really nice from this point of view by the way.” Katsuki gives you the biggest shit eating grin when his words finally sink in; he clearly enjoys your misery as his grin grows bigger and bigger as he crawls over you, his hands on the rim of the bath tub.

This might be a really inappropriate thought when you can’t even move your arms properly but Bakugou Katsuki is the definition of sexiness as the water drips down on his abs, the droplets cold on your shoulders when they plop on your skin. Hell, you wouldn’t even think twice about pushing him back into the water and crawl all l over him if you wouldn’t be in this condition.

Hm, maybe this water needs to be cooled down a bit. It’s way too hot in here.

You do your best to move your arm and touch his sides at least; you crave the feeling of him, you crave it so much it actually hurts but maybe that’s just the fatigue; your hand finds the hem of his underwear at his back and you decide to try your luck; you slowly pull down the fabric, making sure you don’t touch anything too inappropriate and keep an eye contact the whole time. Katsuki’s eyes darken for a moment, his chest rigid and unmoving as though he forgot how to breathe; he bites his lips and takes another deep breath, his body slowly moving away from you to sit back to his original place. Okay, that was too much. Roger that. Let’s take a deep breath; you definitely need it.

If you thought Katsuki can’t surprise you any more, well… you were wrong; he removes his underwear under the water in one swift move, and throws it on the floor.

“You happy now?” He moves towards you to give you a chaste kiss on the lips, then another, and another.

“Are you?” You retort, genuinely confused by the sudden change in Katsuki’s behavior. Is he really okay with this? Are you okay with this?! Why does it feel so natural? Alright, it definitely does not feel natural as your heart is about to explode and run away to Narnia through Katsuki’s bathroom cupboard but…

“I think I like sharing a bath with you. I want to do this every fucking day.” Katsuki grins. He looks so happy and content in this position, cuddling into you from the side… you feel the urge to tangle your legs together but you try your best not to act on that urge; there is no way you can avoid touching his private parts in that position.

Not like you would mind…

Oh damn.

You need to take another deep breath then drink a lot of water when you get out. You seem to be a bit thirsty.

“Okay, let me wash myself and let’s get out before I combust.” Katsuki grumbles as he pours a bunch of shower gel on the puff again.

“Can I not help?” You pout at the blonde.

“Maybe tomorrow.” He WINKS and finishes as quick as it’s humanly possible while you gawk at him with mouth half open.

Yes. This man will certainly be the death of you.

… next chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Sorry for the long wait, I swear I’m trying 😭 My new work schedule is kicking me in the ass. Hopefully, I’ll get used to it eventually, I’m already making some progress!

- I hope you liked this chapter, I had this idea in my head for ages and I couldn’t wait to finally write it down! I love this version of Katsuki so much.

Likes, comments and reblogs are more than appreciated! Send me your thoughts about the chapter in the comments 💜💥

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[lilyginnyblackv2]

I find it a bit odd when people say that Buddy Daddies got “so dark, so fast,” because dark aspects have always been there:

Ep. 1 - We learned that Kazuki had a wife and unborn child at one point, but very clearly doesn’t now.

Ep. 2 - We have Ryo’s brutal and disturbing killing of the drug kingpin that Kazuki and Rei failed to kill. (The music definitely adds to the sinister aspect of the scene).

Ep. 3 - We are shown a dead dog, emotional abuse and trauma of a child (Rei), and male-on-female domestic violence.

Ep. 5 - We have a super intense scene of Miri being picked up by Ryo. Ryo stared at her to creepily and intensely, that even Miri was able to pick up on the danger she was in and he presented by apologizing for seriously and properly.

Ep. 7 - Kazuki’s tragic backstory is fleshed out in detail.

Ep. 8 - More emotional abuse and manipulation by Rei’s father towards Rei. Ryo in general and the death of Satoru’s significant other (the picture of her death is horrific). Kazuki and Miri having hits placed on them.

All of that stuff is dark. So I feel, when people are saying “Buddy Daddies got so dark, so quick,” what they actually mean is that the story got serious. Before Episode 10, the tone was comedy-first, drama-second. After Episode 10, the tone was drama-first, comedy-second. As the situation with Miri became very real. The true danger and the true consequences of their actions came to bite them in the butt, basically. 

I also think that the more dark humor, laissez-faire style of writing from Ep. 1, when the two were still in the thick of being assassins and where death was just a part of the job, their reactions and views on death itself were different. More detached (specifically in regards to their targets). 

The introduction of Miri and engaging with the “normal world,” so to speak, a place where people have jobs that don’t involve killing other people, caused a gradual shift in their previous perspectives and in the series overall way of handling and viewing and presenting the darker aspects of the series, such as targets being killed.

I think that is the shift and change that some fans are experiencing with the series. Not necessarily that is got so dark, so quick, but that the way it presents the darkness and focuses the darkness that was already present in the series has shifted and changed.

#Buddy Daddies #BD #fictional dead dog mention #fictional death and killing mentioned #long post #meta post #thought post #BD spoilers #Buddy Daddies spoilers #in a general sense regarding the tone of the series etc

[sofasoap]

Love at first sight - life and death

Pairing: Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra x F!reader ( aka Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Life doesn't always play a fair game. Takes place after Epilogue of the main series.

Part I, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,Part 5,Part 6,Epilogue

Warning: M Rating. inaccuracies to medical and military related. discussion of injuries. ANGST.

A/N: Thanks @gamergirlbones helping me with Spanish phrases. and to @siilvan for putting up with me for breaking her heart. not beta nor properly proofread. sorry.

Part of RUDY FEST fic. Thank you @glitterypirateduck the wonderful CoD fanfic and fanart curator for organising another festival :D you are awesome. Prompt used: I'm not leaving you, You have to leave, your life's in danger

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How ironic. 

The rescuer needs to be rescued. 

Your ears are ringing, vision blurred with all the dust in the air. Without looking down, you know you are bleeding out. 

Slowly turning towards your left, you can see two of your fellow medics lying motionless on the ground. 

Are they still alive? If not… 

Who are their next of kin? Oh, you need to retrieve their dog tags. The paper work.. 

Ouch. Why does it hurt so much? That’s right.. You are injured. But where?  

“MINI! Stay with me!” 

You know that voice. But where is he? 

“Oh, hello love. There you are.” you replied, blinking your eyes a few times, trying to flush out the blood that is currently blurring your vision. Finally you spotted the owner of the voice.“ You shouldn’t be here.It’s not safe.” Bit of deja vu? Last time this happened, you were the one who was on the other side, trying frantically to save Rudy’s life. How the tables have turned. 

“I am not leaving you.” Rudy replied adamantly, with a hint of panic as his eyes scanned your body, and the surroundings. “You are going to be ok, cariño, I promise. Stay with me. Please.” he pleaded as he started to open his emergency med kit, doing whatever he can to save his love from dying in front of him. 

“Go. Don’t worry about me.” You tried to lift your arm, but you couldn’t. That’s when you notice half of your body and arm are pinned underneath the boulder and debris. 

“Oh.That’s not good.” you try to laugh, but all you could manage was a shuddered breath. “You muppet, of course it’s not good.” A lower, grumpier voice joined in. “How can you still be laughing in this situation?” 

“Oh, hello,Captain.” You slurred. It’s harder and harder to keep your speech and head straight. “You have to leave, your life's in danger. Take that man with you too, while you are there.” you jerked your head towards Rudy, who is currently radioing for medevac, causing a pounding headache. Everything is starting to hurt. It’s getting so hard to breathe. You thought. 

“Tell Soap and the team I love them…” you wheezed as you tried to convey your last messages to Price. “Tell Soap I’m sorry I ate his chocolate cookies….” “Stop giving out your last words. Medevac is on their way.” he reassures you, or is he trying to reassure himself? The sadness you can see through his eyes, you know you are probably not going to get out of this. 

“What.. is.. them…are my teammates ok?” you look at the two bodies again, worrying. “We can’t lose those two.. They are the best we got…” tears start to flow out. They are your brother and sister in arms, three of you have been through countless life and death situations. Is this where the three of you will partway?

“They are still breathing, last time we checked. We don’t want to move them. Worry about yourself first, cariño. Just concentrate on your breathing.” Rudy replied as he caressed your hair, soothing you. You always love his hand, how calming it is, how safe it makes you feel. 

“Oh good.” you slowly close your eyes. At least someone will stay alive today. 

“Come on, keep your eyes open for me, cariño, talk to me.” Rudy’s voice is getting desperate, trying to keep you awake until the medevac arrives. The help just doesn’t seem to come fast enough. He can’t lose you. Not here, not now, not for another long time to come.

“Hey Rudy.” “Yes love.”

“Do you remember the day we first met?”

“Of course cariño. How could I forget?”

“Hey Rudy.”

“Yes mi vida.”

“You love me??”

“Of course.Mi corazón late por ti”.

“....”

“Cariño?”  

The last thing you heard before you sank into the complete darkness was the anguish cry of Rudy, screaming out for you. 

Mi corazón late por ti : My heart beats for you.

NOTE: Sorry it's a short one. I am just so tired from work conferences and travelling. part 2 might not come out in time for end of Rudy fest :(

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[kiwinatorwaffles]

hmm. i'm usually not one to post about these topics but i think i've gathered enough thoughts on wilbur's abysmal apology towards shelby to form a cohesive message.

WARNING: the rest of the post will discuss abuse and also a lot of my personal experiences as someone who has hurt other people in the past. obviously not to the extent that wilbur has, but please move on it you don’t want to see it. thank you and stay safe.

being stuck in a hard place, whether it be living conditions, mental conditions, or any other factor, will naturally hurt the person going through those tough times. and hurt people hurt people. but i think there's a pretty Big Fucking Difference between doing bad things in the past and actually owning up to your actions after regretting it VS doing bad things in the past and turning a blind eye against those you've hurt to wallow in your own ego and misery.

i’ve experienced my fair share of abusive friendships, but when i was fifteen, i WAS the toxic friend. (yes, i’m aroace. friendships aren’t the same as a romantic relationship but they can be just as strong. i value my platonic bonds as much as allos value their marriages or date partners.) i was going through a huge depressive episode. it was tough for me, but during that time, i made fun of my friends' interests to their faces because i couldn't personally understand it, and i also vagueposted about the little things they did that ticked me off right where they could see it. it got to the point where they had to make a separate group chat to talk about their interests where i wouldn’t see it. i hurt all of them, and it ended in them confronting me about my actions. they put me in my place and called me out for my horrible attitude.

after seeing my friends' perspectives, i realized just how awful i was to them and sincerely apologized to each of them. i recognized their feelings towards my actions and didn't make excuses. even though i was going through a hard time myself, my abuse towards them was absolutely NOT justified. as i recovered, i made sure not to hurt them any more, and years later, our friendships are still going strong.

my experiences aren't nearly as extreme as what wilbur has done to shelby, but i think it's pretty fucking clear that his apology was flaming dog shit served on a trash dump. like, i was a fifteen year old. he's a Grown Ass Man with a big platform. he dug his own grave by talking about himself first instead of actually addressing his mistreatment of shelby first and foremost. he didn't even MENTION shelby by name. talking about his "strides to betterment" without even directing his apology towards the person he actually hurt is just pathetic. that whole spiel about how he "thought" the whole exchange was consensual is fucking wild. he didn't even apologize for that; he moved on right afterwards.

we can infer that wilbur has been struggling with being a person who has done bad things through his songs and lovejoy's music. he might have been going through a hard time and maybe even regretted it (though his apology really makes it seem like he's just doing it for damage control), that STILL doesn't validate any hurt he might have caused. the least he could’ve done is to sincerely apologize to shelby, even if she didn’t accept it. but he couldn’t even do that.

it's just disappointing that, as someone who has a platform of millions of followers, he displayed an act of shallowness. in the end, his attempt at sincerity fell flat and benefited no one, especially not the people he abused. if he had properly apologized, even if his apology wasn't accepted, it would've shown people in a similar situation how to apologize to the people they hurt in the past in a mature and sincere way.

so, yeah. FUCK wilbur soot. focus not on the fact that he has done bad, but that the one he abused didn’t get a proper apology. support shelby and other victims of abuse. listen to their experiences and spread awareness of these cautions. uplift their voices, not his.

for those who have connected to his and lovejoy's music that have gone through a similar dark time in their lives, i also extend my heart out to you. it must also be hard to see someone who reflected your struggles of betterment reveal himself to be someone who really hasn't gotten better at all.

but you don’t have to be like him. you don’t need to follow in his steps as long as you own up to your mistakes, even if you can’t talk to those you hurt anymore. in the end, what matters most is that you apologize in a sincere way and make sure you don’t repeat those mistakes going forward.

you CAN get better. if anything just so spite that british boy’s ass

thank you. kiwi out ✌️

#ask to tag #discourse #am i yapping? maybe #but i just really wanted to say something about it because. ugh #actually not sure how i feel about tagging him any more but i do want to spread the word and trigger tag #shubble #wilbur soot #tw abuse #abuse ment #also after all this i still can’t hate lovejoy. their songs portray the aromantic struggle in ways not many other bands have #but that doesn’t mean i won’t replace their songs in my playlist with a local file upload get fucked lmaooo no money for you until #you get your shit together #kiwi’s calls

[feralfather]

If you're taking requests, could I have something with Spider being manhandled by the recoms and Quaritch? Like, he's literally just being carried around over Quaritch's shoulder bc he wouldn't go when he was told to, or he's just held in the air until he tires himself out when he's trying to attack them, etc. Just the recoms taking advantage of their size and Spider being about as effective as an actual child against them (hopefully inspiring some Dad!Quaritch feels as well?) Sorry if this is too detailed!

Oh yes yes yes! I accept requests! I love it!

If there’s one thing Spider got from his father, it was his stubbornness and anger… definitely his anger. That boy could blow up like a grease fire when provoked; try and douse it out with water, and it’ll only grow. You have to smother it.

Now, that isn’t to say Quaritch actually smothers the boy whenever he gets mad. He wouldn’t never.

No, instead he’s found it easier to snatch the kid up by his armpits and hold him at arms length while he screams curses and tries to punch and kick Quaritch in the chest. He learnt the hard way not to hold him close, after receiving a hearty kick to the chest, resulting in Spider rocketing himself backwards out of his grip and onto the floor, nearly giving the Quaritch a heart-attack while the other Recoms burst into laughter. Sometimes it was easy to forget how strong Spider was, but his bruised chest left him with a reminder of that strength for the following week.

Even if he had scolded Spider’s ear off for it, he couldn’t help but feel pride at the boy’s strength. He’d never say any of this, of course. He didn’t want to encourage Spider’s violent behavior towards him… but it made Miles feel better to know his son could wipe the floor with anyone who made the mistake of thinking he was an easy target.

And if Spider could bruise a Na’vi, he could only imagine the damage that kid could do to another Human with a single kick.

Maybe he should be more concerned with the amount of anger Spider seems to fall in, but he had his fair share of anger issues in his youth, and still does, so when someone pushes Spider’s buttons a little too much, Miles isn’t too hard on the kid when he blows up.

But none of this matters, as currently Miles is dealing with a different kind of situation. This isn’t angry Spider, this is stubborn Spider.

Z-Dog had been messing with the kid all day as they traversed through the jungle, like the absolute child she is, and Miles could only roll his eyes at the immaturity of it all. They taunted, poked, and argued with each other like children.

Spider eventually got fed up with her, and planted himself defiantly on the next large root they passed.

Miles had an ear tilted back towards the kid, so when he heard the crackling of Z-Dog’s laughter, he expected his kid to snap something back, but was met with resounding silence.

Brows furrowed, he turns his head to make sure he was alright, only to come to a halt at the sight of Spider sitting grumpily on a root, arms crossed over his chest, and Z-Dog bent over and snickering at his expression as she popped a bubble in his face. The rest of his squad paused at the sound of Miles’ growl.

“Zdinarsk!” Miles snapped, causing her to shoot up and snap to attention, looking like she got caught doing something she shouldn’t have. “The hell happened?” He continued as he quickly walked over to the two, frowning as he scanned Spider for any injury.

Z-Dog tried to keep a straight face. “He refuses to move.”

Miles couldn’t see anything wrong, but his tail still lashed in worry as he leans down to place a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You hurt?”

Spider only huffed, giving Zdinarsk a side-eyed glare. “No, she’s being a stupid butthole!”

Miles deadpans at the boy, ear twitching at the sound of Z-Dog’s snort of laughter. “Whatever you say, Tarzan.”

“I don’t even know who that is!” Spider snaps back, snarling up at the woman, who only popped another bubble at him.

Quaritch finally blinked, letting out a harsh sigh. “You’ve gotta be shitting me- alright, enough! Both of you!” He scolds them, letting his hand slip from Spider’s shoulder as he stood. “Get up.” He orders the kid, motioning for him to stand.

The boy only sneered and shook his head. “Not until she leaves me the fuck alone!”

Miles took a deep breath in through his nose. Lord, give him patience. “Zdinarsk, go bother Lopez.”

Said marine perked his ears. “What? Why me?!” He protested.

He was ignored.

“Yes, sir.” Z-Dog salutes.

“Liar!” Spider hissed, puffing up when she sticks her tongue out at him.

“What did I just say?” Miles growls, to which Zdinarsk raised her hands in surrender before leaving to pester someone else. He turns back to Spider. “There, now get up. We gotta get a move on before we run out of daylight.”

Spider didn’t move, still not convinced Z-Dog wouldn’t bug him again the moment they start moving again.

“Spider. Don’t test me, boy.” He threatens, eyes narrowing and a stern frown in place as his tail flicked in agitation.

The boy didn’t budge.

Lyle made his way over. “Maybe we should set up camp, night will be on us in a few hours.” He tries to pacify, but Quaritch only hissed as Spider side-eyed them.

“No. I ain’t givin’ in to this tantrum. We’re moving.”

With that, he swooped down and snatched Spider up before the boy could properly react, throwing him over his shoulder as he strides forward back to the front of the squad. He held tightly onto the back of Spider’s legs and ignored the kid’s hissing, cursing, wiggling, and kicking as best he could. He also ignored the other’s snickering coming from behind him.

It took about half an hour, but Spider finally tired himself out enough to allow Miles to slightly loosen his grip on his legs, and the boy rag-dolled against his back, head pressed into Miles’ vest and arms dangling in defeat as he tried to catch his breath.

… With Spider calm and not fighting him, Miles began to feel a light feeling building in his chest, like the weight of the word was slipped from his shoulders and replaced with the comforting weight of his son… he didn’t want the feeling to leave. It felt.. nice, oddly enough.

They carried on like this until Spider grew bored.

Quaritch jolted slightly when little fingers brushed against his tail, causing it to lash away from the touch. He clears his throat as some of the others chuckled. “The hell you doin’, kid?”

“I’m bored. Put me doooowwwn.” Spider whined into his back.

“Hell no. Can’t have you tryin’ another stunt like that and slow us down.” Was the excuse Miles came up with, unwilling to admit that the idea of putting the kid down was feeling more and more unappealing by the second. He didn’t realize how much he would enjoy holding his son, until this moment, and he was unwilling to part with the boy.

Spider only groaned and went back to trying to catch his tail.

… and if Miles indulged the boy by flicking his tail near his grabbing hands, no one said a word against it.

#recom quaritch #spider soccoro #avatar quaritch #avatar spider #miles quaritch #na'vi quaritch #spider socorro #avatar wotw #z dog #Quaritch is literally surrounded by children- #lord give him patience #but hey at least he gets to hold his son #he probably isn’t gonna let the others hold Spider- #hastag father-son-anger-issues-gang #spider and z-dog are literally so petty with each other

[floweryred]

In Last Life, Joel didn’t have any real allies.

It wasn’t entirely his fault, I suppose, becoming the Boggieman on his second session, losing four lives trying to get a kill, and managing to make an enemy out of everyone in the process. However, Scar was also the Boggieman, and he didn’t die once. Most people didn’t die trying to get a kill. Still, it’s hard not to feel a little bad for him. His start was promising, too. Partnered with Scar on magical mountain with five lives. However, three poor attempts at murder and one risky gamble with Tango put him as a red in his second session, guaranteeing that he was alone.

And then what became of him? When Joel didn’t have any allies, he really tried to keep himself entertained. He’s not very good at setting traps, but with nobody to stop him (or nobody to help him) he runs around for two whole sessions attempting to get a kill. And he sort of loses his mind? Getting more and more desperate to the point to screaming, giggling(?), And even saying at one point “going a bit mad, going a bit mental.” In a high pitched singsong voice.

And when he finally got one, Grian, and took him down to red life, Joel said “…now I have a friend”. And then he got another one, Cleo. The pure joy you can hear in his voice when he gets both of these is honestly adorable. But he is so desperate for blood. (And you could say that it’s because he was red, but I don’t think so. Because he’s been red other times, and he wasn’t this insane.) and he worked tirelessly, failing over and over again, until he found a friend. And then, like I’ve said, they were inseparable, dying screaming each others names.

Because when Joel was alone, without any allies, he immediately lost his mind. And he worked tirelessly to force an alliance through bloodshed.

In Double Life, Pearl didn’t have any real allies.

This sounds almost impossible. She was soul-bound to Scott, but they were not allied. It was simply decided that she was not wanted, and so she was cast away. She wasn’t even allies with Martyn, who was also cast away from his soulmate. Instead, she was forced in to a tower alone.

And then what became of her? Well, Pearl made her own ally, her own soulmate. A wolf, Tilly. And then Tilly dies and she gets another Tilly. She was alone, but she manages to make the best of her situation, finding a way to torture the soulmate who abandoned her with powdered snow. She makes a habit of stealing “as a joke”, which eventually gets her killed. (Side note, Joel actually killed them both times. Good for him ig).

She doesn’t face her soulmate until the fifth session, but it was more out of necessity and “safety in numbers” (Along with Cleo and Martyn). But their alliance is uneasy and very on-and-off. Still, Pearl does very well on her own, managing to keep herself sane with just her dogs. The only time she kills (aside from the end) anyone is when her true soulmate, Tilly, is killed in the final session and she gets revenge. And she takes on Martyn and Cleo with just her wolves as a final battle. And she still wins. And Pearl emerges from Double life victorious.

(I’m ignoring Scott’s self-sacrifice)

Because when Pearl was alone, she was entirely self-reliant and managed to get a victory.

In Secret Life, Scar and Lizzie didn’t have any real allies.

I’ve already posted about this, so I will keep it shorter. But Lizzie and Scar both had no allies.

Lizzie kicked Cleo out of her area at the very start. Cleo built a horrible oak platform over her cherry blossom one and Lizzie “evicted” her. And then she never managed to make another ally. She taunted Grian for not having friends (instead of offering to join him or something) and seemed relatively content alone until her task requires the whole server to cooperate and she couldn’t get anyone to listen to her. Nobody came to her party (which to be fair, was probably because they were already suspicious of her trying to get them to go to The End) and she was killed by Jimmy when trying to cheer herself up. She went around trying desperately to do her red tasks. And then she died first, alone in the void, attempting to kill Scott.

Because when Lizzie was alone, she did so poorly she broke Jimmy’s Canary Curse.

But Scar, well, Scar was evil. He usually is. He didn’t make any allies in Last Life either, and he was fine. But Scar was different because he at some point decided not to be evil. But he had to. The Secret Keeper forced him to. And he would tell himself “I’m going to make friends today” and then would instead need to be ‘disliked by a majority of people on the server’ or ‘do the opposite of whatever anyone tells you’. But he built a reputation as a general nuisance instead of a threat. And so in the finale, he managed to join up with multiple alliances and nobody stopped him, because he was seen as harmless. And he stuck with an alliance he was never a part of until it had fallen to pieces and he and Pearl were the only ones left in it. And he didn’t kill her, instead using her to take out Gem. And then they were the only ones left. And then he did kill her. Finishing his final task.

Because when Scar was alone, he managed to scam and villain his way in to victory.

Well?

Maybe you’ve noticed something. Two people, Lizzie and Joel, did very poorly. And they sort of went crazy. While SL Scar and Pearl both won, despite their lack of friendships and alliances.

And the difference between the two groups, is that the people who did poorly…? Honestly I’m not sure. I think it may just be that the people who went crazy tried to go on a murderous rampage/ just were generally unpleasant and were seen as threats because of it. But then, SL Scar was the same way? Maybe it’s just because he’d built a reputation, but Joel and Lizzie had both only played one season before their nonsense. Or maybe it’s just because some people aren’t meant to be that alone.

Maybe we’ll never know.

*(I specified SL Scar because Last Life Scar also had no allies but I didn’t want to write about him twice. And SL Scar balanced out my 2/2 thing)

#traffic life #joel smallishbeans #lizzie ldshadowlady #ldshadowlady #goodtimeswithscar #pearlescentmoon #smallishbeans #last life #double life #secret life #this is not coherent I’m so sorry #and I overlooked a lot for my narrative #this is not canon compliant this is me telling a story #and I’m ignoring Scott bc I’m mad at him and his dumbass self sacrifice shtick #(but it’s not an attack on the real Scott just the character he plays) #anyway it’s 11pm so this is insane but I always make good on my word (she is not being honest)

[physalian]

Physalian's Top 10 Narrative Pet Peeves

*For now*

In one way or another, these all boil down to “Author took a shortcut and I absolutely noticed”. In other words, most of these stem from Manufactured Sincerity.

All of these come with the caveat of *except when done well*. I’m ordering these from “I’m annoyed but I’ll get over it” to “Nope, DNF”. 

10. Sad times = Alcohol

Everyone drinks when they’re depressed apparently. Only women or fat men are allowed to eat away their sorrows with ice cream and guilty pleasures. No one’s allowed to go on a self-pity shopping spree. No one just goes to bed.

They drink. Or they go shoot something. Or punch a wall. It’s usually out of a flask or a crystal decanter. It’s usually whisky (specifically bourbon) or scotch, or something out of a brown paper bag.

Maybe this is my own bias as someone who does not drink, but writers, please come up with more diverse ways to show your character is mourning someone or something, beyond immediately heading straight for the alcohol. Not everyone likes liquor, not everyone owns a decanter set and crystal glasses.

Let them eat or shop or sleep or get high, or watch their favorite show or a really sad movie or listen to emotional music. Let them cry if they’re bad boys. Don’t make them punch walls.

9. Down time = Sexy Times

This applies of course only to narratives with implicit or explicit sex scenes and what I mean by down time is those situations where characters are either on the run or have some crucial deadline to meet, some race to win, what have you, and the second they get some time to breathe and have a heart to heart, they both let their guard down and ignore impending doom and sleep together.

If you’re in the real world and you are that stressed for any of the reasons above, you’re going to be constantly looking over your shoulder, worrying about what you’re going to do next, wondering if you should even stop to rest, not be dead on your feet but have enough energy to bang.

Obviously if it’s played for humor, that’s different, but in dramas, or especially in environments not suited for intimacy (looking at you fantasy and sci-fi) it just feels ridiculous and particularly gratuitous. Non-aces please tell me if this is a legit thing you would do, I sincerely want to know.

It also tends to happen with near strangers who’ve only known each other for several days, possibly weeks with little buildup, and they also tend to be at each other’s throats bickering incessantly. Save the sex for after you’ve won and can really dedicate all your attention to enjoying it.

8. Pointless Filler Pit Stops

Or ones that last way too long for no reason. I love filler, but only *productive* filler. It doesn’t have to service the plot, but it does have to develop at least one character, a relationship, the lore, somebody’s backstory, or be really funny and/or interesting to sit through.

Usually, it feels like it’s there to pad the run time or slow the pacing, but rarely does anything for the overall story. A fair bit of season one of ATLA is filler pit stops, but even when they go to all these random places for one-off adventures, the story is still showing us the world they live in, making it a teachable moment, introducing important characters, foreshadowing, or is just mighty entertaining to watch.

ATLA has only one pointless filler pit stop: the infamous Great Divide. It doesn’t positively develop any of the main trio, we never see these side characters again, Aang’s story is a complete lie so it doesn’t develop the lore or the world, and, most importantly, it’s just frustrating to watch. Your first job as a writer is to entertain, and this episode is annoying.

7. Fridged Character Motivation

I don’t mind the “fridged lady love” inherently. It’s a quick and dirty way to give your brooding hero backstory and everyone is familiar with it. I’m annoyed at how it’s the only nuance these characters tend to get, like this man’s dead wife/girlfriend/dog is his sole motivation for everything he does in life and all his goals.

I like broody badasses. I don’t like one-note broody badasses. His character existed before he met his dead love interest. Who was he back then? Does he have any friends who hate the man he’s become? Old mentors who’ve lost their faith in him?

This man’s arc is usually not even therapy-via-violence to get over his dead wife, it’s just a ham-fisted excuse to make him mean and short-tempered. Who is he, unrelated to this fridged character?

6. Dumbass Villains

The villain has captured the hero and friends and plans some dastardly torture to break their will. The villain has all their tools prepared and monologues about how easy it’s going to be, and the hero usually says something along the lines of “you can’t break me” or “I can take it,” whatever. And after several pages or minutes of screen time, the hero’s right, and then the villain breaks out plan B: The hero’s love interest, or their parents, who have just been waiting in the wings.

Why is this almost never plan A? The hero can always handle the pain, and always breaks down the second it’s someone else’s health on the line. Why doesn’t the villain, who’s always pissed at the lack of results, start with the proper motivation?

It’s either this or they wait until the perfect dramatic timing to reveal some skill or weapon or ultimatum after precious time has been lost, deadlines have been missed, and money has been burnt. Or they’re in the boss battle and they wait until the hero thinks they’ve won to pull out their secret weapon.

Unless you can give your villain a valid reason to not start with all the tools they have at their disposal, it might as well be a reverse deus ex machina. Even if it’s something as simple as Plan B hasn’t arrived on scene yet.

5. Everybody Has a Somebody

A topic I plan to expand on so I’ll keep it short here. Basically, the story wraps up and every eligible single character has a love interest they’re in varying stages of romance with. No one is spared, or they’re already dead. It’s a race to the finish line to give these characters significant others because that’s just what you do, it’s what audiences expect, there must be a romantic subplot.

Particularly annoyed when it’s an ensemble cast and the entire hero team only has relationships with other members of the hero team and no one outside this unit of 6-10 characters (*cough* Percy Jackson *cough*). No one is allowed to be single, or happy that they’re single. Everybody has somebody, no matter how well developed or plausible this relationship is.

4. Half-Baked Twist Villains

No one likes these characters and I’m not saying anything new here, and yet it still keeps happening. This one comes from just recently rewatching the abysmal Cars 2 (which is older, I know) and just trying to untangle this plot. This plot, that Pixar rinsed and repeated in Incredibles 2, and really thought no one would notice. This plot, where the villain creates a problem that doesn’t exist to make their own agenda look better, whether that’s malignant superheroes or green fuel.

Both try. Neither pretend the story is absent of a villain, unlike, say, Frozen. Both movies have a villain, they just have a hidden identity. The reveal just never hits as hard as the writers expect it to because, once again, they didn’t actually do the work to write a competent villain, they just slapped a “villain” sticker on their foreheads and called it a day. Why? Who cares.

3. Consequenceless Revivals

I love revivals, I love bringing characters back from the dead, love watching it, love writing it, love the drama.

Don’t love it when they’re suddenly back with no explanation or price to be paid. A character death should be a major event, and if you kill a character just to make your audience sad, then bring them back with zero effort, death begins to lose meaning in your world. CW shows are particularly terrible at this, specifically the TVD universe and Supernatural.

In the earlier seasons, when Sam or Dean died and came back, they still experienced character growth by dying and the experiences in hell, the PTSD inflicted, the new emotional battle scars. Even when Dean died a thousand times in the “Mystery Spot” episode, the point wasn’t “ha ha funny Dean dies again,” it was exercising Sam’s crippling codependency on his brother, as Gabriel says. There are consequences, either for the character’s psyche, or a cost for bringing them back to life.

2. Wimping Out on Promised Death

This decision makes me want to throw the book at the wall, or pause the movie and walk away. It’s the penultimate battle, the prophecy is upon us, a character or one of two characters must die to save the day, it cannot be impeded, avoided, or circumvented. We’ve known this is coming since the story began and are prepared for the tears and bloodshed.

Then the magical miracle springs out of nowhere and everyone gets to live. Kill them. Please. Even if it’s my favorite character, I’d rather cry over their death than be disappointed by plot convenience. If this is the tragic, fulfilling end to their arc, then that’s how I want it to end. Rarely do these characters get revived in a satisfying loophole everyone should have seen coming. I just feel manipulated.

1.  Forced Miscommunication

*Picture me walking a stadium hawking Pointless Drama like cotton candy and cans of beer* Cheap Drama! Anybody want some Cheap Drama? Cheap Drama!

In the real world, people make misassumptions all the time and many of us are conflict-averse. We avoid talking about our problems to those who’ve wronged us like we’re polarized magnets. Forced miscommunication doesn’t care about anxiety, which would be fascinating to explore as explicitly anxious characters suffering legit mental issues is under-utilized. No, these instances just have characters eavesdropping or snooping and, out of character, make all these outlandish assumptions, refuse to listen to explanations, and start a fight that lasts juuuuust long enough until it’s magically resolved without consequence.

It doesn’t do anything for the story. It exists independently of these characters’ relationship and has zero impact once it’s resolved. I am 100% down for a single miscommunication causing an emotional outburst so extreme that it has the offended party seriously considering the strengths of their relationship, but it never happens that way.

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TL;DR: The existence of a trope does not do the job of writing a compelling story for you. If you can look at any one scene in your book and not explain why it matters, what impact it has on the plot, story, or characters, delete it or rewrite it so it does. Even if it only exists to be funny, there should still be something gained from the experience.

#writing advice #writing resources #writing tips #writing tools #writing a book #writing #writeblr #character development #how to write #pacing #character death

[augustvandyne]

LOVEDDDDD THE BABY FIC 😭👏🏽 def neeeeeed a part 2 😘

-🖇

here it issssss! i feel like its really short but oh well..

baby jack

( months later)

Your eyes burnt, so you can only imagine how bad Angela felt.

The two of you loved that you had a third addition to your family, but you were beginning to think you should’ve just adopted a dog..

Just kidding!

You loved your wife, but she was starting to get on your nerves with the whole birthing mother crap, where she basically has you attend to the baby every time he begins crying because she went through all the pain without you.

Which isn’t totally true.. you were there during the important part. But Angela doesn’t see it that way. She wanted you there for the whole thing, and because you weren’t, she wakes you every time.

But to be fair, you did deserve it, and you loved her, so you’d do anything for her.

Even if it meant be sleep deprived.

And, besides, you love you and Angela’s son whom you’d named after your guys’ late friend Jackson.

You know his death tore Angela apart, and you as well, which is why you named the baby after him.

Angela goes and visits his grave at least twice a week, which you love her for.

Right now you guys have a rare quiet moment, so the two of you are cuddled up on the couch. Angela on top of you, with her head cuddling into your chest.

You get a solid, amazing, two hours of sleep before the baby starts crying from the room.

You groan, and tap Angela to get her to lay up, but she surprises you when she says, “Lay back down, I got him.”

Angela appears a few minutes later, the baby in her arms. You flip on some cartoons for baby Jack and open your arms back up for Angela once she sits the baby on his play mat.

Instead of laying back down with you, she sits up, and ushers you to lay your head in her lap.

She runs her hands through your hair, and it feels so good.

You can’t remember the last time the two of you laid together, just the two of you without interruptions, and it felt amazing.

Well, there was potentially an interruption, but right now he was occupied, so you were okay for now.

“I’m sorry,” Angela watches your sleepy face.

“For what?” You ask groggily.

“For putting all the baby stuff on you,” Angela gives a half smile. “It wasn’t your fault the only lead in weeks happened at the worst time ever.”

“No, but it is my fault that I took the lead. I could have just passed it off to Nyla,” You give a sympathetic look, and Angela can tell you really mean it.

“True, but it still isn’t fair I keep blaming everything on you,” Angela loosely starts braiding your hair. “You broke at least ten laws to get back to me in time.”

You sleepily laugh, “That I did.”

“I’ll swear to secrecy on one condition,” Your wife dips her chin to her chest so she can gain your full attention.

“And what may that be,” You sit up on your elbow, but make sure Angela’s fingers don’t leave your scalp.

“Forgive me,” Angela’s eyes scan yours. “I feel terrible for putting all the work on you. There was no reason for it. There’s no reason for me to blame you for anything at all, really, because you were there for what mattered, and that’s all I care about.”

“I forgive you,” You scan her eyes back, leaning up to give the woman a kiss. “And I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Angela gives you a breathtaking smile.

Jack crawls over towards the two of you, and you lean down to place a kiss on his head, picking him up to sit him in Angela’s lap.

“Hi Baby Jack,” Angela called him by the nickname that everyone had adapted to him the second they all met him.

“How’s your show, huh?” You place your finger in one of his tiny palms, looking at him the same exact way you look at Angela. Like you love him with your whole soul—you’d take a bullet for him or would trade yourself for him in a terrifying situation.

Jack babbles a small response back.

Angela just watches the interaction between the two people she loves most in the world, and it makes her feel bad about blaming you for everything all over again.

You give smooches to your babies cheek, to which Angela protests, “Heyyy, my turn!”

You chuckle in return, leaning up to give her a bunch of kisses on the cheeks and then another kiss on her lips.

Baby Jack claps, and then all three of you laugh together.

#the rookie x reader #please ask me about them #the rookie #send asks #send anons #angela lopez x reader #angela lopez #my baby #wlw post

[the-book-gnome]

Empty Warehouse

Pairings: Conner Kent x fem!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: size kink, unprotected sex (do not recommend) p in v, pain implied, belly bulge, wall sex,pet names(baby, sweetie)

18+ only ! minors do not interact !

The first time you met him your first thought was that he’s massive. He had broad shoulder and was at least a foot and a half taller than you. His hands were huge too, they were also veiny and you often started at them whenever you two were around each other. Unfortunately for you, he never even spared you a glance, if you had to go on a mission together he was basically just your guard dog, and never spoke a word unless he had to. It upsets you a little, you want everyone to enjoy your company but by the looks of it he looks miserable around you.

Little did you know, the reason Conner never looked at you or talked to you was that every time he did he’d get a boner. And to not make things awake he decided to stop doing both seeing as no matter what you said or did it would always happen. It wasn't his fault, he can’t control his dick. You were just so tiny compared to him, you always sounded so sweet when you spoke and fuck when you looked up at him, he was so fucked.

You were currently waiting in an empty warehouse waiting on Jason, he was always late so it’s come expected now but that didn’t keep you from wanting to kill him. In any other situation, you wouldn’t mind it but unfortunately for you, Conner was also put on your team. It was fine since Jason could be the talker like usual but since he was late, the two of you were standing in awkward silence. Maybe that's just you that feels awkward but it’s still unbearable. His back was pressed against the wall adjacent to you, his arms crossed and eyes closed.

Your eyes trailed down his body, his shirt tight on his body due to how big his muscles were, he had huge thighs that you really really wanted to sit on. Everything about him was beautiful. He almost looked like he was asleep, his breaths even and quiet, a peaceful look on his face. You were tired of the way he treated you, well to be fair he didn’t really treat you like anything, kinda just acted like you were invisible.

“Why do you hate me?” You asked him, his eyes opened lazily to stare at you confused. “Who said I hated you?” Conner's voice was gruff, and his gaze made you want to crawl in a hole. “No one, you just act like it.” You were playing with your hands, noticing that they were getting sweaty. “No, I don’t.” He leaned his head back again and closed his eyes. “You act like I don’t exist, the only reason you would be like that was if you hated me. I’m not stupid, you’ve been doing this ever since we met.” Now you were glaring at him, why was he treating you like an idiot? He let out an annoyed sigh. He walked over to you, putting his hands on the wall behind you and bending down so his face was directly in front of yours, you flushed at how close he had gotten, if you leaned in you could kiss him.

“I already said I don’t hate you, I don’t act like it either so stop whining. Got it?” Conner was staring directly at you, he cocked his head to the side, examining the way you reacted to him. “Um, th…that’s not.. true.” You stumbled over your words, your brain not being able to process them right.

A cocky smirk grew on his lips, “Why so shy all of the sudden? Something making you nervous?” He licked his lips, eyes drifting down to your plump lips. “Have you noticed how tiny you are compared to me? How I can fit both your wrist in just one of my hands?” God he would do anything to kiss you right now. The look on your face was fucking priceless, bright red and shocked. Your eyes were wider the usual and all he could think about was what you would like on your knees for him. Conner took his eyes off you for a moment to look around, Jason won’t be here for a while, he knew that. So fuck it, you only live once. With that logic in his head, he slammed his lips against yours.

You gasped in surprise and Conner took that as his opportunity to slide his tongue in. He pulled your waist against him with both his hands, the span of them almost going around your entire waist, from and back. You felt the outline of his cock pressing into your stomach. Your wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him make just as hard as he did to you. His tongue touches every inch of your mouth. He felt so warm, so big, you wanted to feel every inch of him. He lifted you, pressing your back as against the wall, you tried to wrap your legs around him but he was too large, your legs just kept slipping, not that it mattered since he easily held you up. “Fuck baby your so fucking small compared to me.” He muttered as he started kissing down your neck, eager to taste every inch.

“Can’t we go somewhere else? What if Jason walks in or something?” You moaned as his hot mouth started sucking onto your skin. He dropped you down a little so your waist was right next to his. “No baby right here, we don’t have much time, okay?” Conner's hand went up to cup your cheek giving you another kiss before grabbing onto your wrists and pulling them above your head. He was right, they both fit into one hand. He started unzipping his pants and pulling his dick out. You gaped at him as you saw the size. Before when you felt it against you it did not feel that big. “Con that’s not gonna fit,” you whined into his mouth. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll make it fit okay? You’ll just have to handle it, can you do that for me?” Lust filled his eyes as he pulled back to look between the two of you. “I can handle it.,” Even if he tore you in half you would thank him for it.

Using one hand he ripped open your pants, pulling your panties to the side so he could see you. “Jesus fuck youre soaked, is that all for me sweetie?” Conner was rubbing his tip against your folds, occasionally circling your clit causing you to moan out and jerk your hips towards him. “Just relax for me okay?” You nodded, he pressed his forehead against you, and you followed his deep breaths.

As the tip of his cock breached your hold you squeezed your eyes shut and whimpered in pain. “Con I told you it wouldn’t fit,” a tear fell down your cheek as he pushed in a little more, giving you a little time to adjust. “Deep breaths baby, I need you to breath.” Conner moved the hand holding your wrist and cupped your hands, giving you a reassuring squeeze. Using the other one to wipe the tear from your cheek.

You relaxed your body, trusting him completely. He sunk in even more and it felt like he was splitting you in half. You tried focusing on your breathing, doing your best to ignore the stinging and relax yourself. Your walls squeezed into his thick cock as he bottomed out. Conner's breath ticketed your cheek. “Yeah just like that sweetie, I told you it would fit didn't I?” He grunted as his pleasure flooded his senses. “You’re so much more fucking tight than imagined, holy shit.” Conner sounded breathless against you, he was doing his best to give you time to adjust, but it was getting harder every second.

His pace started out slow, giving you time for the pain to wear off but when you started moaning at the feeling of his thick cock brushing against your cervix he lost it. Pounding into you relentlessly, each thrust going straight to your brain. “Aww is my little baby already fucked out? Too bad I just started.” Conner looked down to watch his cock go in and out of you but when he looked down his eyes widened. He was amazed to see a little bulge coming from your tummy.

His cock twitched and a grin spread on his flushed face. “Baby look at that, your so fucking small that your belly had to make room for me.” You practically screamed in euphoria as he used his hand to push down the bulge. Your orgasm crashes into you, your entire body shaking and your vision going black. You couldn’t hear anything he was saying but you felt it as his lodge, his cock even feeling into you and stuffed your pussy full of his cum.

Conner pulled out of you and relaxed your hands. He cradled you into his chest, your legs and arms were completely limp. You couldn’t even think straight. His hand was rubbing your back as he sat down against the wall completely out of breath. He was amazed he didn't collapse when he came to you.

“Damn con, when I told you o fuck her brain out I wasn’t being serious, how’s she supposed to be any use to us now?” Jason’s cocky voice filled the warehouse, Conner rolled his eyes, “thought I told you to wait 2 hours dipshit.” Jason laughed at him and sat opposite the two of you. Your body covers his dick, not like Jason would care either way. “I got bored of listening to the two of you fuck, guess I was a little late on the celebration huh,” Conner rolled his eyes again and leaned his head back still trying to catch his breath.

#conner kent #super boy #titians #size k!nk #reader smut #conner kent x reader #conner Kent smut

[somethingthing]

Beach Trouble

JJ Maybank x fem!reader (kook or pouge, both fit)

Warnings: mostly just fluff, some implied smut and brief talk of fighting

Word count: 930

A/n: I’ve been experiencing some writers block, but I’ve had this sitting half done for a while, so here it is finished <3

It was the midst of summer and hot, oh so very hot. Clothes were uncomfortable and no clothes at all became equally uncomfortable with any skin on skin contact.

“Babe, I’m dying” JJ was splayed out on the couch in a pair of red bathing shorts.

“No you’re not, but I fully get the feeling” you respond while furiously waving a paper in front of your face.

“Ugh, it sure feels like I’m dying, I’m literally melting” he gets up dramatically “We’re going for ice cream and then we’re going for a swim” you look at him with a exhausted expression.

Even if it all sounded nice, the thought of getting out and be directly under the sun was close to unbearable. “Swimming first, then ice cream, deal?” He looks at you confused “I need to cool off, and a tiny ice cream won’t do that, being emerged in water will”.

He cracks a big smile “You make a very fair point, swimming first then”.

And off you were to the beach. It was as packed with people. Kids running everywhere, kooks and pouges not even bothering to so much as even glare at each other due to the heath.

“As much as I’d love to run into the water, other people wasn’t in my swimming plan” he pulls you backwards so that your back is against his chest “Just you and me, no one else”.

You turn around to meet the blond boy grinning ear to ear, you know exactly what he’s getting at “You’re such a horn dog, it’s too hot for that” you laugh out but don’t hide your temptation.

“I mean, that’s what the water is for, besides wouldn’t it be nice to get out of that bikini?” And a few seconds later you feel your top loosen. It didn’t matter if it was a claps or a tie, he knew exactly how to get it loose within a second.

Feeling the panic creep up your spine, your arms fly up to catch anything and everything before you flash anyone. “JJ! You can’t do that here, help me get it on again!” It came out through gritted teeth, not wanting anymore attention than the weird looks you were getting.

“Do what? I’m innocent” he put his hands up in the air playing dumb. “You look a bit troubled though”.

“Because I am troubled and it’s your fault, now help me” you demanded, not daring to remove your hands from their supporting positions to try and fix it yourself.

He just looks at you, still with a grin on his face and a raised eyebrow. Even if you were mad, you couldn’t help but to laugh at the situation, he knew exactly how to get on your nerves but not go too far.

But your smile drops as soon as you see Rafe and Topper strolling along the beach. “Shit, okey fun times over, fix it now JJ” and for once in his life he did as told, but no matter how good he was at untying or unclasping bras, getting it back under pressure was close to useless.

“Harassing the ladies, are we?” Topper made a beeline towards you, with Rafe close behind. The peace you witnessed just a moment ago was officially broken.

Neither of you responded but you could feel JJs fingers working fast behind your back, as soon as he was done you’d get out of there to avoid trouble.

“He asked you a question, pouge” They were close now, Rafe with his hands formed as fists. You wanted to say something, and you were sure JJ wanted as well, but it wouldn’t matter. Topper and Rafe were already determined to find a reason to jump on JJ, as always.

And the fingers has stopped working on your top and one hand was now intertwining with yours. “Crisis averted gentleman!” JJ exclaimed, throwing his free hand up in the air to reinforce his innocence.

Of course this didn’t stop the two kooks, now only a few meters away from you. Before they came too close you felt a tug on your arm which made you turn. JJ was ready to bolt, and so you did.

“Thank you for the concern though!” You got out before setting off. You could hear JJs laugh and Toppers and Rafes shouts behind you.

They chased after you, but you’d gotten some distance between you, giving JJ enough time to pull you behind a large three. You stayed there for a moment, crouching down, trying to decide if the coast was clear or not.

You hadn’t heard the two guys for at least five minutes, the coast was clear “JJ I think we can get up” you made an effort to stand but he pulled you back down against him.

“No no no, I think we should stay a bit longer, just to be safe” he was enjoying himself, his mouth was right by your ear “I still want you out of this bikini” he jokingly threatened to undo it again, but before he had the chance you were on your feet.

“I promise you, I’ll be out of this bikini if we just find somewhere to swim” he gets up as well and pulls you into a kiss, you respond with wrapping your arms around his neck, not caring about how sweaty the both of you were.

“Well then let’s go” he kisses you one last time before dragging you out from behind the three “I think I might know a place”.

And off you were once again to find a place to cool off by, and while you did cool off at first, it didn’t last long. Finally your bikini and his shorts were left in the sand with you in the water.

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It’s not the greatest and the idea was better in my head, but I still like the concept, thank you for reading! <3

#jj maybank x kook!reader #jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x reader #outer banks fic #jj outer banks #outer banks #outer banks x reader

[daintylovers]

i'm so obsessed w ur enemies 2 lovers mike concept!! can i req a build up from that n like kinda the moment u guys both ... break

- you guys have been enemies since elementary school when he chose to do the same science fair project and everyone ignored yours

- one would assume that you would have gotten over the incident, which you were about too. but then in seventh grade you both wore the same sweater to school and ended up in a screaming match over who wore it better

- needless to say, you both never wore that sweater again

- both of you were picked to be class president, and the class had to do a tie vote for the winner.

- everyone ended up choosing you (beside dustin, lucas, and will) which irritated mike to no end

- he got to be vice president but would never speak to you

- as you guys got older the arcade was built and opened. surprise, surprise, both of you had the exact same favorite game

- this ended with you both competing for high score every single time

- then he really started to hate life when dustin’s demo-dog broke through your fence and you caught a picture of it.

- now he was forced to let you tag along to all of the chaos. plus it didn’t help that you had been friends with will for quite a long time, so you felt more comfortable seeing will in the lab

- being in such close quarters with his sworn enemy wasn’t his ideal way to spend his waking hours, but what choice did he have

- after the dogs broke out and started tearing up the lab, he was running, only stopping to grasp your hand and pull you along with him

- look he hated you, but he wasn’t gonna let you die

- then when el showed up again, mike was relieved. this way his focus wouldn’t be solely on you. not that he was thinking of you at all, because he wouldn’t. he was just worried and needed to get away from you. (love his repressed feelings)

- over the next few months, mike gets to hang out more with el, and learns that without any chaos, they don’t really have that much in common. he starts finding himself daydreaming of the conversations he could be having with you instead. how you guys would sit there and argue for hours. he tells himself that he’s just bored, and doesn’t want to talk to you specifically, just that you’re easier to conjure up imaginary conversations with

- when el breaks up with him, he’s so relieved. it felt like this weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

- but naturally, as soon as he starts to feel secure again, more chaos breaks out. but it feels worse this time, because his attention is on keeping you safe. it’s exhausting trying to make sure you aren’t going to do something stupid

- when the whole billy lockdown situation happens, you try helping out max. you ended up getting too close to the door and while max could get away fast enough, you ended up in billy’s grasp

- so now he’s holding you by your throat in the air and everyone is screaming. and there you are, choking, gasping for breath. you’re turning purple by the point that el tries to use her powers. but billy still isn’t going down. and you’re still up in the air. so obviously mike has no other choice but to smack the shit out of billy to get the attention off you.

- this benefited everyone in the end though because el was finally able to corner billy. you however, passed tf out. the lack of oxygen was doing a number on you. but thank god because mike was in hysterics. he’s crying and holding you in his arms as if you were already dead. everyone noticed, as they should, and began to have a sneaking suspicion about how maybe you guys would be better lovers than enemies.

- once he got home that night he kinda realized that you may be an important part of his life.

- still doesn’t have a crush though cause ew

- then the battle at star-court arrives and he is holding you back behind a car as el is trying to fight off the monster

- at one point, sometime when everyone is screaming, he starts screaming at you. saying how you’re such an idiot to try and rush into battle. how stupid you are to think of trying to be a hero. he also lets it slip that he needs you alive.

- and you’re screaming right back, fighting against the arms that have been caged around you.

- but you caught what he said, just kind of saving it for later

- the few months pass and yeah sure you guys still talk, but it’s not the same

- you kind of drifted away from the group, favoring your alone time more. though you still hung out regularly with max. you felt that you had played a piece in billy’s death, because you weren’t able to go and help him.

- and then you both get invited to go to cali for spring break??? possibly the best idea will and el had ever had?

- which leads to bickering during the entire plane ride. the person in the middle of you guys literally switched seats because you both were hovering over the dude arguing about who was more important to will and el. (spoiler alert!!!! it wasn’t mike, he was more of an after thought. also they had a bet against the group back in hawkins to see who could get you guys together faster. also!! it is my favorite hc for el- she gets to explore normal life by herself and settle down with someone who allows her to figure out who she truly is. she harbors no ill intent against you. she’s honestly grateful that you were in the picture, it made it easier to break up with mike. plus she loved having you and max around, you guys were like the powderpuff girls)

- and when he buys that stupid outfit to try and “fit in” you are laughing in his face. he looks ridiculous and he has the right to know

- and he is trying to come up with some sort of insult to fire back, but fuck you just look so good. what could he say, “i know i look stupid but you look beautiful”? yeah cause that would go super great. so instead he just tells you to fuck off and then he starts walking away

- you guys don’t break your feelings for each other until you’ve been shot during the house raid

- it’s not fatal or anything but fuck it hurts so bad. and he knows your losing a lot of blood. and the unknown hero agent man is already fucking dead. and no one knows how to help you fast enough for his liking

- and you find yourself in the same position as last summer, when he was holding you, more like cradling you in his arms. fat tears falling down his cheekbones, blubbering about how he can’t lose you. and then he just blurts it out, the whole i love you and i literally can not live without you. and god you are so dumb, how could you be so reckless. and that he has never known anyone more selfish than you because how rude of you to try and leave him alone. he isn’t supposed to walk alone through life goddamnit! you’re supposed to be by his side! to make sure he knows how stupid he looks, and to laugh when he jumps during scary movies. you’re supposed to be there when he is feeling down, and you go to comfort him, just like you always do.

- it’s near the end of his sweet little sentiment that you pass out

- but jonathan being the best boy got you to a hospital in time.

- you wake up about a day later in the most pain possible

- also mike is literally sleeping on the arm you got shot in, so there’s that

- after trying, and failing at yelling at him, he finally stirs

- and once he sees your fully awake, his arm is shooting out, grabbing that glass of water and shoving it down your throat (lovingly)

- once you’ve had enough, the pair of you sit in silence for a little

- then you’re beckoning with two fingers for him to get closer to you

- and once he is in arms length, you’re grasping his face in your hands. feeling the sharp line of his jaw in between your palms, and pressing your water tinged lips into his slightly drier ones

- it’s not fanstasy happily ever after, but it’s enough to let him know

- know that you’re not going anywhere anytime soon, and that yes maybe you also like him too

- and the whole time, argyle is behind mike watching it

- all the poor guy wanted to do was check in on his small pretty friend (his words not mine) and the mean boy. but all he gets is an eye full of teenage angst and hormones

- justice for argyle i say!

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #max mayfield #jonathan byers #argyle #will byers #jane hopper

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So you know it’s human instinct to help your neighbor. And canonically some species get annoyed because they interpret our desire to help as humans solving everyone’s problems for them to make them look bad. Even when that concept has basically been beaten out of us currently we’re still doing what we can to help the community or people who need it. We see people in trouble and we want to help, not to gain anything but because it’s the right thing to do.

A turian falls in the presidium lake, and turians are so physically dense that they sink, a gaggle of humans around all dive in after the turian to haul them out.

A quarians suit gets a rip and humans will rush them to the closest sterile area and help them patch it up.

A hanar becomes dehydrated and humans will sit there gently pouring water over them until help arrives to properly rehydrate them.

A random human ship, maybe a civilian ship, maybe the ship is a mailing ship. they hear a distress call out in the cosmos and despite having no armaments or defenses, the captain of the ship b-lines it for the call to help whoever they can.

Humans don’t like seeing people suffer. Even when we hesitate, even when we tell ourselves it’s not our business, that instinct is still there. We want to help them and it’s intimidating to the other species because everyone else is generally out for their own people.

I love this concept!

We've always been a community based species ever since we became hunters and gatherers. It is in our genes to be as helpful as we can. It gives us a sense of purpose and makes our brain release the reward hormones. That's why we love giving gifts to others, showing love in acts of service, or sharing compliments with whoever we can.

That's how we domesticated the dogs, cats, and even pigeons. We were so kind and helpful to them that they saw it in their benefit to form a symbiotic relationship with us. We have to prevent humans from feeding other wild animals or interacting with them just so we don't accidentally domesticate another whole wild race because we thought they could use some food and shelter.

We're empathetic by nature. We see someone in distress, and we understand how it must feel even if they're in a situation we can't relate to. We still understand the emotion. Our kids grow up thinking everything should be fair, and everyone deserves food and the best toys.

We still tell them our fairytales where goodness prevails, and people are always fair because even when we know, they'll grow up and be hit with the harsh indifference of life like we were. Because we hope, we hope that maybe just maybe they'll be better than us. Maybe they can make these fairytales a reality one day, that if we shove enough kindness and love into a child, then hopefully they'll grow up to be a kind adult who helps others.

Even our philosophies of morality always waters down to "treat others how you wish to be treated" we try our hardest each time to achieve a utopia with no suffering despite knowing humans are flawed by nature, much like an asymptote we always strive for a goal we may never reach yet we always try nonetheless. To care in the face of an uncaring universe, that is the human condition, our greatest strength and biggest weakness.

It will definitely be met with suspicion from other aliens at how helpful we can get at times, especially when we ask for nothing back. It will make them feel uneasy how fast integrated and adapted with the other species, even making space for them and accommodations amongst our own planets in case they visit.

Inviting out turian friends to visit our beaches on earth, making sure they're safe while we slowly guide them in the water. The nearby human lifeguard keeping a close eye on them and coming to the rescue the second the turian slips into deeper water and begins to sink.

Maybe a turian forgot to bring their lunch at work and all the humans nearby chip in with whatever pieces of food they can manage that are safe for turian consumption. Triple checking that they're not contaminated. Ever since that day, everyone in that office started taking turns bringing an extra lunchbox that's full of food both humans and turians can eat, seperate from their own lunch just in case the turian forgets theirs once more.

There is nothing humans hate more than eating while someone else in the room doesn't have food, we share our dinner with our pets just to make them feel included even if they already had their dinner a short while ago.

So a turian or quarian coworker not having something to eat during lunch will absolutely bring out the community instincts in the humans who will pool money and have someone run to the nearest store and bring them dextro food. Absolutely no one is allowed to be left without food.

The dehydrated hanar one is too adorable. Imagine you're in a trip with a group of people or maybe on a transport ship much like our current trains and a hanar faints because of their water levels getting dangerously low but there is no water source on board to take them to.

So all the humans give up their waterbottles and pool them together to give to the hanar. From the cute ones with stickers and charms to the sleek sporty ones with antibacterial lining and the everyday plastic waterbottles that are a little bit crinkled.

Every single one counts, everyone gives their own bottle. Some mother who apparently prepared for the trip beforehand comes in with 10 whole large water bottles that she was carrying just in case. Every human is fussing over the hanar and making sure they're well, the word gets spread around throughout the whole ship from one room to another and a steady stream of water bottles is being brought as every human who hears this immediately volunteers their own.

The adorable hanar waking up to be surrounded by a gaggle of concerned humans who are pouring water on its tentacles from a bright pink waterbottle with an anime charm.

Maybe the mass effect field of one of the hanars malfunctions, and they flop on the ground like a fish as their legs fail to lift them up, a couple of humans passing by stop and carry the hanar to the nearest hospital.

A drell struggling to breath and a human lends them their asthma inhaler, teaching them how to use it and telling them to keep it, they have a spare one afterall.

Maybe after curing the genophage, krogans find themselves struggling to fit in the parental roles. Especially the new fathers who never known what having a father is like before. They'd try their hardest to bond with their kids but find themselves absolutely clueless in certain areas.

I see humans helping the lost krogan in the baby diapers aisle to pick a brand, reassuring him that their human babies sometimes headbutt things too and giving him advice on which brand is the most comfortable and which might give them a rash so he should avoid.

Humans sharing their own lullabies and children TV shows with the krogans who didn't have the time to make any until now and they need something fast for their kids while they're building their society but the asari shows are too asari centered and the salarian ones feel insulting.

So they find the human kids shows which to their surprise, features so many nonhumans! Especially earth animals like sharks, dinosaurs and lions which quickly become a favourite amongst all krogan children. They also learn how destructive and a bit psychopathic the human children can be, and how it is just a normal phase every human goes through and feel a since of kinship with the humans. Too bad their adults outgrow that phase huh?

It's confusing to other species who aren't used to receiving kindness out of pure kindness. It's especially confusing when the humans themselves start protests and petitions against their own human government to lift the laws banning turians from visiting Earth, or the heavy mistreatment of them because of the war.

It is especially baffling when humans are ready to defend any cause they believe in, even if it doesn't involve their own kind. The Krogans are fighting for the right to get two new planets to house their new population while Tuchanka recovers? Count the humans in, we are ready to go defend them in the galactic court and everything, we will give them our best lawyers because they deserve compensation for the unfairness they suffered.

The vorcha are struggling to conduct a proper case against the asari who enslaved them because of their 20 years lifespan and the asari lawyers who keep stalling? Fuck you the humans will get involved

We will fight and pressure the asari government to negotiate with them or we will be bringing this up in the galactic court since with the humans involved, it became a council matter and not just an asari inside problem.

We are stuffing our nose in wherever we could fit it, standing in between every fight and choosing our own morale stand. Defending and helping who we deem right while condeming the unfairness.

It can range anything from one human helping an elcor pick something they dropped to whole arranged protests and petitions for other's rights.

Imagine the humans congratulating the krogans on the cure by sending them baby blankets and cute krogan shaped plush dolls they custom-made. Giving them all the baby supplies their charities could spare and sending human relief programs to start daycares and babysit the krogan kids while their parents work together on building their society.

And those humans have their own kids and bring them to the daycare with the krogans. The two species having their offspring become best friends for a moment in history as the krogan rebuilt and the humans stood at their back.

The drell who get curious about the natural deserts on earth, it quickly becomes a huge attraction for them because of how much it resembled their homeplanet. The humans quickly welcoming them and making accommodations for them and any hanar they may bring on these trips.

#☆krogans #☆humans #☆salarians #☆drell #☆hanar #☆turians #☆fluff