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atopearth · 2 years

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The Fruit of Grisaia Part 4 - Matsushima Michiru Route

A Michiru that talks without being super loud is so...weird LOL. I was surprised when the other Michiru kissed Yuuji because she wanted to try it and see how it feels. LMAO when Michiru was making all the sound effects of baseball to tell Yuuji she knows what going to first base means🤣🤣 I legit laughed out loud, she's so silly and funny🤣 I knew Yuuji was really going to kiss Michiru to show her what she did to him the other day but omggg, poor Michiru lol!! The shock of her life lmao. On the other hand, I'm just squealing at how they've already kissed 5 minutes into this route🥲🥲 Honestly, props to Michiru's voice actress because her munching on too many ramune candies and all the sound effects she makes is hilarious, I can't stop laughing🤣🤣 I feel so bad for Michiru. She agonised over the kiss for so long and now Yuuji just tells her to forget about it with no explanation at all! It was her "first kiss" so she obviously needed time to digest it and wonder why he did that! Poor girl.

Lolll at the miscommunication Amane had with Sachi, it's really cute how Michiru helped resolve it when Sachi was about to go through a breakdown. On the other hand, Michiru going through her own little meltdown actually brought some tears to my eyes because I think Michiru's VA really expressed her feelings very well. When she kept saying sorry she didn't mean to shout at Amane like that and stuff, I couldn't help but understand those feelings, it was sad to see how distraught she was. Glad the other Michiru saved the day. But it seems like Michiru is much more fearful of herself than I thought. She was honestly so adorable when she shared her fears with Yuuji and held his hand and even hugged him for comfort. I'm just glad the other Michiru seems to genuinely care for her and want to protect her. Anyway, I can't imagine how terrible it must feel to literally have obvious gaps in your memories and basically never knowing the resolution to the "bad" situations she faces because the other Michiru always comes out when she's too distressed to handle her emotions. It must be so scary. I'm glad she could at least share a bit of her feelings with Yuuji.

Lmaoo when Michiru told Yumiko cats don't exist in order to protect the cat she's feeding (since cats aren't allowed in the dorm), and proceeded to say only dogs exist in this world as the cat meowed🤣🤣🤣 It's actually pretty funny how the cat is basically an extension of Michiru at this point🤣 Lmaoo, I love Makina, it was so funny when she was saying how she'll miss Yuuji and Sachi (since she's going to Amane's place during summer vacation), be okay with not seeing Yumiko and didn't mention Michiru at all🤣 Then when they're like how about Michiru, she's like who's that🤣 Awww Yuuji and Michiru are going to be alone in the dorm for two weeks because everyone is going on vacation. I'm so excited!! Lmaoo at Michiru doing spitting noises🤣 Michiru is so cuteee trying to ask Yuuji out on a date lol, and then omg, he tells her to go training with her the next day and she's dressed in a date outfit and is 3 hours early?! She's so silly but adorable. HAHAHA, I died when Michiru took out her "sandwich" for their picnic and it was literally a loaf of bread stuffed with salad 🤣 Michiru is so funny, I love how she immediately woke up when Yuuji saw her sleeping, so he said he'll cancel today's date and she bounced right up🤣🤣 LMAO that Yuuji kept on giving Michiru rocks as presents and she kept crying while saying she's so happy🤣🤣 They're both such idiots lmao🤣🤣 Sometimes Yuuji goes a bit overboard that I feel sorry for Michiru, but she's quite resilient so I'm all for their silly relationship. LOL when Michiru did the "come catch me" thing they always do on typical beach dates, and Yuuji literally does a full-on dash towards her and then tackles her too🤣🤣🤣 Yuuji rubbing sunscreen on Michiru is quite hot lmao, I love how they address leg hair though!! I've never seen fictional characters talk much about hair anywhere so hearing Yuuji and Michiru talk about it, and Yuuji saying a little hair is of no concern and she can do what she wants is so nice🥺🥺 I love how despite Yuuji's protests and a bit of confusion on why he's so soft towards Michiru, he can't refute her that he is actually having fun on their pretend dates, it's so cute🥲

Michiru feeling like everything is a dream and getting worried that everything will disappear is so saddening. My heart broke when she asked Yuuji if she was still her, and whether she was holding herself together. Yuuji hugging Michiru to comfort her was really nice. The other Michiru is very overprotective but I guess I can see why she's so concerned. Michiru really needs to be protected, especially since she's so scared of being left behind by anything and everyone she cares for. Aww, Michiru is so brave to ask Yuuji for a kiss even though it's just part of the pretend dating thing. Yuuji was awfully compliant haha, but it's nice that he let her prepare her heart and only went for it when she said she was ready. Aww I feel bad for Michiru that straight after that, Yuuji said there was no need to continue their play dates anymore because the others are coming back tomorrow😭😭 Yuuji, you idioooot!😭 Seeing Michiru slowly break down was really killing me, but I think what really destroyed me and just made me uncontrollably cry was when Yuuji told her the truth that there's another her, and Michiru kept realising that alot of the things Yuuji did was because he listened to the other her, and Michiru couldn't help but think that maybe the other her should just take care of her life full-time and she can just disappear instead. I think it really broke me because her feelings were so relatable. Sometimes when you're so tired of living, and you know you can leave things to another person's capable hands and that will do things better than you, it can't be helped that you would think maybe it's better to just disappear and let that happen, and I guess Michiru's feelings just hit a bit too close to home for me. The last straw was Meowmel (Michiru's pet cat) dying in Michiru's arms. I just couldn't stop crying seeing how thoroughly heartbroken Michiru was and how much she blamed herself. Anyway, I just wanted to say that Yuuji was pretty ruthless. I know he's more logical or whatever, but in Yumiko and Sachi's routes, he was definitely much more empathetic and understanding, so seeing him like this to her made it feel kinda terrible imo. Honestly, I'm not surprised Michiru attempted suicide because there's just way too many things happening at the same time and she can't take it, but I'm more surprised that she hasn't completely shut herself in and let the other Michiru deal with everything. There's so many instances I thought the other Michiru would appear considering how much she probably can't take, but she hasn't appeared at all, so I'm kinda confused on what exactly makes her appear now lol.

Aww I feel so bad for Yumiko! She's trying to give Michiru those pennants she bought for her as souvenirs, but she's always trying to give it to her at a time when she's anxious and not in the mood😭 I feel like Michiru is going to end up exploding on her and that will make me cry because Yumiko is so cute and sincere. I didn't expect Yuuji to sleep with Michiru at such a vulnerable time tbh, but I guess it really did help her... I didn't expect Michiru to be from a wealthy family. I'm so sad that Michiru was physically and mentally abused by her tutors that hated her because she couldn't produce results her parents were satisfied with. Her parents treated them badly so they treated her badly, and that's just terrible. She was just a kid. I found it really saddening how they gave up on her though. I mean it's great that they're not pressuring her anymore knowing she has an illness, but seeing them not care about her reaffirmed to her what her tutors always said about her being useless and being garbage, and that just breaks my heart. I honestly really liked Michiru's first meeting with the "girl". They met in an awkward moment, the girl wanted to suicide and Michiru just happened to be there. I liked that what motivated Michiru to talk to her was because she felt that it was unfair. Unfair that this girl was planning to end her life so "easily" just like this, when Michiru could never steel herself to get over the fence and jump off the roof, unfair that she had the "courage" to jump and leave everything whilst Michiru had to continue to live. It was motivated from selfish reasons, but it was nice to see that Michiru's existence and words ended up stopping the girl from killing herself. It was pretty funny how after all that, Michiru just introduced herself to the girl lol. It was so sweet to see the girl introduce so many new things Michiru never knew about to her. It's just too bad that regardless of how much fun you can have with a friend, when they're not the reason you are living for, you still end up going back to that desire of wanting to die. I guess I can kinda see why Michiru was so insistent on kissing Yuuji and sleeping with him before telling him her story. I think she wanted to understand that girl, her best friend's feelings. The girl gave up on living because her abusive "boyfriend" didn't love her anymore. She was "okay" with the abuse and the lies of him saying he'll leave his wife as long as he loved her, but once he didn't, she didn't want to live anymore, and I guess that's why Michiru wanted to experience love. Maybe she wanted to experience how reliant and dependent someone can get when it comes to love, maybe she wanted to understand how you could love a person so much that when they didn't love you anymore, you would end up wanting to leave this world instead, and I guess she wanted to know how it would feel to love someone to such an extent. The worst thing was Michiru having to see the girl kill herself right in front of her eyes but not be able to even say anything to her about her own feelings or anything at all. Would it have been better if the girl was friends with someone who wasn't "broken"? Would the girl have come back if Michiru was able to say something? Would she have stopped if Michiru said she would die with her? In the end, what someone chooses to do with their life is a choice of their own and the feelings of others can't always save them if they don't want to be saved, and it's sad to think about it all, it's just so sad to think about how difficult it is sometimes to just live.

How scary is that... The other Michiru helped Michiru make friends, do good in her studies etc enough that she was the normal, cheerful Michiru whereas she was the sick Michiru, I don't think I could take that... It's like basically saying her life was wrong, and that she's not normal. Knowing that the silly Michiru who clowns around is the Michiru she created to make others happy and let herself have something to live for makes me so sad. She knew that no one liked the real her who was always "sad", so she decided to be "silly" so others wouldn't think she's weird. It's actually really nice to see Yuuji tell her she needs to go to the hospital to help herself because sooo many characters that need therapy or something in fiction just kinda "let it go" no matter how crazy they get lol, so it's nice to see Michiru agree with him and actually decide to make changes to her situation and not just roll with it. Wellll, glad to know Michiru was actually ready to just disappear forever and that's why she agreed, I kinda wondered where those feelings went so it's nice to know that sleeping with Yuuji just made her more prepared to give up everything to the other Michiru. Guess we gotta thank Sachi for being insistent on opening this random box and letting Yuuji find her diary haha.

I guess I should get used to Yuuji using the most dramatic and crazy way to "save" every girl in their route lol. Now I'm starting to think Yumiko getting saved by a turkey was probably the most mild one. Anyway, I'm glad Michiru realised that she didn't really want to die, and also discovered how much everyone loves her. Kinda crazy to think Michiru spent 11 hours in a coffin and Yuuji sat there waiting for her to go crazy enough to break out, I guess he was really determined to not help her lol. Nice to see them happy I guess. On the other hand, I didn't actually realise the other Michiru was actually the real owner of the heart and that she has her memories, feelings and everything. Honestly, I found it kinda awkward because I pretty much assumed that this personality was created to be the stand-in best friend Michiru lost but no, she's actually her own person. I found them going to visit the other Michiru's parents and stuff pretty random tbh even though I was happy for her. Anyway, because of that, I honestly felt quite dissatisfied with Michiru's ending because it felt like we went through so many things but didn't really get enough of a happy and romantic ending for Yuuji and Michiru, and instead we had to accept the other Michiru third wheeling all the time now too lol. I mean, it's cool I guess, but I'm kinda disappointed lol.

Overall, I definitely liked Michiru's route the most. I thought it was very interesting and engaging in terms of romance and plot even though I feel like everything kinda fell off near the end. However, I really enjoyed the portrayal of Michiru's emotions because I honestly felt them so strongly that I cried. I loved how cute Yuuji and Michiru were with the pretend dates. I loved how we got to really see how much pain Michiru was in through the love and lost of Meowmel and I love how her VA showed her vulnerabilities so well in her voice whenever she opened up to Yuuji about losing herself. 10/10 for emotional pain. But I do kinda find Yuuji "weird" in this route, like I'm not sure what the exact problem is, since he is kinda cold, but I feel like he was less "kind" and understanding towards Michiru in her route than he was in others. I also found his love he developed for her rather awkward near the end, I think I liked it more when he always went easy on her by leaving his door unlocked etc during the play date times rather than the lackluster ending we got lol. I also think the other Michiru's story being shoved at the end was kinda frustrating because by that time I didn't really care much about her story and really would have liked to see Yuuji and Michiru bonding more instead since they haven't had much "real" couple interaction after saving her, so yeah it was disappointing. So really, I liked Michiru's story and I loved how tormented she was, and how well expressed it was throughout the route, but the ending was quite disappointing for me tbh. Amane time!

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primofate · 3 years

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Genshin Volleyball Dream Team [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] Introduction Headcanons

Notes: Guess who started watching Haikyuu! FML As if I didn’t have enough things to do I decided to fall in love with like 5 different volleyball teams with an average of 10 players.

I couldn’t get it out of my head. I’m sorry.

Scenario: What if the Genshin boys were a volleyball team?

In the next part: How would it be working as their manager? What if someone hits on you? What if some girl fans bully you? Also, how would it be to date a Genshin volleyball superstar?

Other works in the Volleyball Team AU Series: Click Here

If you’re not familiar with volleyball (or Haikyuu) here’s a link explaining what each position in the team does.

Team Genshin

Team Colours: Blue

What the team banner reads: Spike them out of this world!

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

The rock and pillar of the team

Has a strict looking face but amicable most times. Except for when you’re late for training then run. Just run.

Anyone who skips training will feel his wrath in the form of extra 10 laps around the gym

If you joined the volleyball team, to him, you’ve basically signed a contract to COMMIT to the volleyball team. No questions asked. Sissies aren’t allowed here.

If anyone in the team is misbehaving e.g. teasing another team he’s the one who pushes your head down and apologizes for you. “Apologies about this one, he gets way too excited,”

Doesn’t let failure stop him. Tries to keep it together for the team.

Obviously has a lot of fans but they’re too intimidated to approach him.

#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)

strong but silent type

serious about the game

doesn’t talk much but his volleyball game is STRONG

because he doesn’t look like much, opponents are SHOOK when he spikes with a big loud SMACK

Doesn’t brag a lot. His victory cheer is just a simple fist pump.

Will call the shots and sets if needed

Socially kinda awkward

Also has a lot of fans, everyone in the team has a lot of fans but he gets the most love letters in the locker type of thing.

Nicknamed Silent Burn cause of his intense stare and passion while playing.

#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)

Diluc’s totally opposite brother

Not as serious as Diluc in the game but has a particular talent for it

loves to tease and talk crap about other teams (Zhongli reels him in almost every time)

Don’t let him fool you though, his block game is an iron wall and there’s no getting past him unless you’re quicker.

Possibly the one that skips training the most

Nicknamed Ice Wall cause you think you got the ball past him, you see the cracks, but he pushes back two times stronger

Got the type of fans that are SQUEALING his name and he fuels them by waving back at them.

#4 Albedo (Setter)

Genius. A formidable addition to the team.

Has precise calculations of where he should direct the ball and to whom.

Silent type, a bit like Diluc, but talks more because he likes discussing with others what was wrong with his set and how he can improve it.

Experiments with the other members on different types of sets and attacks.

What he lacks in height he makes up for with intelligence.

Doesn’t have a lot of fans because he looks arrogant but the ones he have are pleasant ones that just lurk around the gym and doesn’t say much. Maybe snapping a picture of him but okay I would too.

#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

Probably the one that’s most energetic and shouts whenever they get a point.

You have to wonder where the hell his energy and drive is coming from.

The one that shouts praises to his team “Nice one!” “Gotcha!” “Take that!” and also the one that provokes the opponents a lot. “Come get it!” “Come on, you can do better than that!” Zhongli is always hovering around him cause someone has to CALM this man-childe down.

Obnoxiously confident.

Is tall so makes a good middle blocker but he’s fast as well.

Loves competing. Like, he LIVES for the competition.

Fans are basically the same as Kaeya’s, loudly cheering for him.

#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The first thing that everyone notices about him is that he’s SHORT. How did he make the volleyball team?

Bitch he can FLY. His jumps rivals that of a middle blocker’s height.

Surprise attacks are his thing cause the opponents don’t see or think he’s coming at all.

Possibly the quickest in the team, him and Xiao. The wind is on their side.

Looks calm and collected all the time but inside he’s yearning for the game. Giving up is not in his dictionary.

Has fans that will give him chocolates but he’s the type to only say thank you and bow politely and nothing else. Maybe a small smile.

#7 Xiao (Libero)

Also short, but his reflexes are top-notch, making him a powerful libero.

When you think all is lost and the ball is about to hit the ground Xiao’s there to catch it. 90% of the time. He’s still training the 10%.

Looks up to the captain A LOT. Like he’s Xiao’s role model and possibly the reason that he tries and trains so hard.

Takes it hard when he can’t catch a ball and has a high sense of responsibility. Even if the team keeps on saying it’s not his fault.

Stoic face but the exhilaration he feels during a game sends him off to a high.

Possibly has the most fans out of everyone because all them high school girls love the bad boy look and attitude. Possibly also has those fans that chase him around and when he says “Don’t get in the way,” the fans legit squeal and love him more.

Does not understand why he has a lot of fans. He just loves the game.

#8 Tohma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)

Sweet, sweet boy. Boy-next-door type of vibes.

Can talk to anyone. Doesn’t matter if you’re a rival or an opponent he somehow manages to talk everyone up and make friends everywhere he goes.

Because of that his fans also love talking to him and he doesn’t know how to turn them down.

Joined the volleyball team late so he hasn’t had as much practice as the others but works hard on it.

Motivates the team. Good at boosting team morale even though the score is really crap.

Will keep cheering until his voice is hoarse

Overall 10/10 perfect nice guy

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jisungsplatforms · 3 years

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[Chapter II: The Red Beanie Cutie]

Pairing: Producer/Music Major! Han Jisung x Photographer! fem! reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut; non idol au, college au, strangers to lovers

Warnings: Mature Content! strong language, sexting, masterbation (m&f) + kinda guided masterbation (f), nudes/unsolicited pictures of *certain areas*

Chapter word count: 1.5k (relatively short chapter)

Taglist: @hyunjeongins @seungstarss @es-kay-zee @hyunjinsplaything @formidxble @freckledquokka (want to be added? send an ask or a dm! <3)

Min’s ho3: uh- hi? 👋🏻

this is minho’s “fine ass friend with the red beanie” 👁👁

shitshitshitshit SHIT.

Your mind was jumbled and your palms were sweaty. How the hell did I even get his number? You backtrack to an hour ago, back at the party….To when Minho asked for your phone.

...Minho…...

You bit your lip, trying to think logically. No no no. It’s probably not the red beanie cutie, Y/n. It’s probably just Minho being an ass again and pretending to be his friend. That’s it! At least...That’s what you hope.

Min’s ho3: uhh hello? you still there?

im hoping that this is the cutie who was babysitting hyunjin earlier lol

Your blood ran cold. You really didn’t want to believe it. No way was it really the red beanie cutie.

Me: If this REALLY is the cute boy with the red hat...send me a picture.

You sighed. This should prove something. Your phone ‘pinged’ a second later.

Min’s ho3: damn straight to the point, are you? youre a lot more bold than i thought

You shivered, turning red. As much as you wanted to fuck him, you didn’t want to look desperate.

Me: I meant an INNOCENT picture. Of your face, I mean.

Min’s ho3: uh- duh! that’s what i meant???

what did YOU think??

Your face burned at the thought of misinterpreting his “innocent” message.

Me: Just thought I had to clarify for you! Nasty

Min’s ho3: whatever you say, babe 😙🤪

You gave him a minute for him to respond, putting down your phone to give yourself a breather. You sincerely hope that this was Minho cause that option is MUCH better than accidentally texting the person you’re thirsting over. After about 30 seconds, your phone pinged twice. One from Min’s hoe...and one from Minho ho ho. Oh dear lord.

You decided to read Minho’s messages first. Tapping on his notification, the phone directed you to your chat, revealing the conversation you two had during the party.

Minho ho ho 😼: You’re welcome 😉

You were seriously panicking at this point. Your fingers tapped onto the keyboard like a madman. You didn’t know if you wanted to hug Minho or murder that bitch.

Me: shutupshutupshutup You did NOT

Minho ho ho 😼: Oh but I did, my dear best friend haha gross

Better play your cards correctly, sweetie. Just keep in mind...he asked for your number!

His name is Jisung btw! Be nice to him! He’s a shy, sensitive boy. I’ll kill you if you make him sad!

You ignored Minho’s last sentence and nearly squealed at the information, trying to play it cool. You giddily switched to Jisung’s tab. Huge mistake. You should’ve prepared yourself, at least a little. You knew he was hot but the picture he sent you? Oh boy. His hair, which you now know is blond under that beanie, was tousled, falling perfectly on his gorgeous face. In the picture, he was now wearing a grey hoodie and posed like a model, the expression had was absolutely fierce. Oh yeah, he knows he’s hot shit.

Min’s ho3: *image*

it’s a little messy. srry i tried making it a little nicer for you, you know. since you’re a photography major and all that.

Me: No, It’s fine!! I think you look hot! 👍

You wanted to slap yourself. Oh Lord, please end me. Your phone lit up with another text.

Min’s ho3: oh really? 😏

well i think you’re hot too, y/n 😉😚

AHHHHHH

Me: Wait how’d you know my name? And my major?

Minho’s ho3: uhhh you are minho’s friend right??? cause that’s what he told ME and i’m really hoping he didn’t give me the wrong number…

cause honestly. it is something he would legit do alkskdjks

Me: Rest assured. This really is Y/n the photography major

Min’s ho3: well y/n the photography major

i’m jisung and i think youre hot too

and not to be nsfw or anything but i’d like to fuck you too 😉😉

ohmygoshohmygosh. This is really happening. Taking the little bit of confidence you had, you texted him something you thought was bold.

Me: Oh really now? Think you can fuck me good, pretty boy?

Min’s ho3: oh baby i know i’ll have you seeing stars

fuck you so good you won’t be able to think about anything but me and me only

You had to put down your phone to take another breather. Now, not only were your palms wet but so was between your legs. You’ve never texted with anybody like this but there’s a first time for everything, right? Your dominant hand slid down to your pajamas to tease your clit over the cotton material. Shy, my ass…

Min’s ho3: wait wait wait. before we do anything, just let me confirm something

you are single, right? youre not dating hyunjin or anything??

You stopped your movements on your clit. Am I seeing this right? You reread the message a few more times before bursting out in laughter.

Me: HAHAHAHAHA NO WE’RE NOT

Hyunjin’s my best friend. Been friends since we were 5. Dating Hyunjin would be like dating your brother ew

Min’s ho3: LOL OKAY OKAY. just making sure

infidelity is NOT my thing

You were heart warmed. He made sure you weren’t with anyone before getting nasty. Which shouldn’t make you so touched, it should be a basic common courtesy, but nonetheless, it still made you happy knowing he’s a respectable person.

Min’s ho3: okay now that i know i can have you

do you still want to continue?

Me: Yes daddy ;)

Min’s ho3: oh fuck okay

since you left so early, we didn’t get to talk, beautiful

we could’ve been fucking right now instead of texting

Me: Well...we could do both

Your hand went back to your clit, this time reaching inside your bottoms.

Me: You make me so horny baby

I want you

Min’s ho3: already touching yourself babe? how naughty

I barely even said anything but here you are. playing with yourself like some desperate whore

You whimpered, putting more pressure on your clit. You were never that into degrading but with Jisung? You’d gladly take it any day.

Me: Please tell me what to do sir

Min’s ho3: finger yourself. only one finger tho

You removed your pajamas and panties and flung them to the floor. You rubbed your thigh with one hand and slowly moved it to your sopping core. Gathering your wetness, you fondled yourself before inserting your middle finger inside you. “Hmm...fuck,” you moaned. With your other hand, you checked Jisung’s text when you saw your phone light up.

Min’s ho3: are you doing it baby?

Me: Yes sir

Min’s ho3: really? good. keep playing with yourself

i’ll tell you when i want you to stop

You sighed, pumping your finger. You wanted to enjoy it but it wasn’t enough. You definitely needed something more than just one mere finger. You contemplated whether or not you should disobey Jisung and grab your dildo from between your mattress. But you also wanted to see how much he could make you cum with just his words.

Min’s ho3: one finger babe?

You moved your phone and angled it to show your pussy. You wanted to moan seeing your finger deep inside you. Snapping a pic and sending it to Jisung, you threw your phone beside you and started pumping your middle finger faster, circling your clit with your thumb. Immediately, your phone lit up again.

Min’s ho3: fuck baby you’ll be the death of me

you know what? add two more fingers for me, beautiful. you deserve it

You cried, slipping your pointer and ring finger into your core. Now you definitely feel a lot fuller. You pumped your fingers in and out, breathing heavily. You felt so dirty, taking orders like this from a man you barely even knew. There was something so erotic about the whole thing that it drew you closer to your orgasm.

Jisung, on the other hand, was going insane as well; who wouldn’t be when he’s sexting with the most attractive person he’s ever seen? His right hand pumped his cock like a maniac. He was sweating, biting his thin lips so that no noise can come out, potentially waking up his hyungs. He knew he would die of embarrassment if they caught him masterbating to someone he just met today-or just masterbating in general-but it was getting harder to control himself. Especially with that little surprise photo? Shit- he thought he was in heaven, feeling like he would cum in that moment. The sound of a notification from his phone made his grab it from his desk.

Y/n the cute photographer: Closr! I’m so fuckinf ckose

Wsnna cum si bad

Me: yeah? then cum fir me y/n

With Jisung’s permission, you let your release taint your once clean bed. You shook as you orgasmed, moaning so loud you were glad your roommate was out of town. Once you finished, you slowly pulled your fingers out, wincing when the emptiness kicked in. You laid like a dead fish, trying to catch your breath. Your orgasm was so intense that you almost immediately fell asleep. Almost. A notification from Jisung shook you out of your trance.

(3) new message(s) from Min’s ho3

Min’s ho3: *image*

look how much you drive me mad, baby

hm you’re probably tired now after hopefully cumming so much so i’ll leave you...goodnight, y/n! hope you sleep well tonight cutie 😚

You sighed in frustration. How dare he switch from daddy to baby so fast. How are you supposed to sleep when he sent you a clear, mouthwatering image of his dick and abs covered in his cum?

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#stray kids smut #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz scenarios #skz imagines #skz fanfic #skz smut #han jisung smut #han jisung series #han jisung scenarios #han jisung imagines #han jisung x reader #Late Night Indulges

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janeyseymour · 3 years

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I saw the second preview of six and here are my thoughts (along with a few fun stories at the end):

My heart literally fell out of my ass when the queens started walking out They changed a few small little things here and there and it was perfect If six doesn’t win best lighting at the Tony’s I will sue Ex-wives was WOW I literally could not stop smiling Some of the poses were different

ADRIANNA FREAKING NAILED NO WAY

I am convinced she just is beyonce always

She’s just fantastic in that role and that’s what I have to say about that

Ig abby danced a little too hard during no way because she kept messing with her wig after

Actually she lowkey played with it throughout the whole show and it was adorbs

Britt was helping her fix it and like pointing out where it was a little cray (also abby’s wig looks so good omf)

ANDREA IS- WOAH DURING DLYH

Her delivery throughout the whole show was a bit more mature, but it was still so babey I love her

(On a side note someone today told me I look like Andrea, which is very kind but so untrue because I literally look like a broken thumb and she is gorgeous)

Her “IM NOT SORRY” was amAZING

She like low-key cut made the whole head joke short and im kinda sad ab it, but it was still fantastique

Through the “Wearing Yellow To A Funeral Bit” abby looked confused through the entire thing and I was cracking up

HEART OF STONE HOLY SHIT

She was INCREDIBLE and her dress was so pretty and sparkly and I just wow

Shes just so pretty in general like ma’am how do you do that please drop the skin care routine

The emotion that was conveyed was enough to make me tear up BUT I DID NOT CRY AND I AM VERY PROUD OF THAT

she did the “you lift me high” line and kinda went into this airy place in her voice and it was angelic and heavenly and all the good things

HER RIFFS WERE JUST DFJDHJLFH

She was just fantastic and thats all I have to say

Thats a lie I have so many things to say about that woman but the time will come

HOH was a whole acid trip there was a point during this song where I literally just took it all in and then thought “Janey, you really spent your hard earned money to go on an acid trip for a solid few minutes good job”

Their dancing is hilarious and thats that

ABBY SAYING “BUT WE CANNOT GUARANTEE THAT YOU’LL STILL WALK AT FORTY” I had to stifle a laugh because my queen is indeed 40

THE GERMAN ACCENTS HAD ME QUAKING

Brittney Mack is… all bad bitch energy and I was living for it

She is a queen

When she did the “my horses can trot up to twelve miles an hour”- in the boot (not that I watch those…) abby is always making a 😳😶😲 kind of face and this time she just couldn’t stop smiling and it made me laugh

WOOF

Her reveal was SO GOOD she literally just started checking out her nails while everyone just applauded… AS THEY SHOULD

When britt told the person to get up, this person full on WENT and britt was like shook it was hysterical

THE INTERLUDE BETWEEN GET DOWN AND THEN KAT’S ROAST WAS ICONIQUE

i dont think it was here but I cant remember where it was but BRITT WAS PLAYING WITH ABBY’S WIG AND IT WAS REALLY CUTE SHE WAS LIKE PLAYING WITH THE ENDS OF IT AND AWH

justice for the beheaded cousins

BOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOO BABY MARY HAD THE CHICKEN POX AND YOU DIDN’T GET TO HOLD HER HAND… YOU KNOW ITS FUNNY BECAUSE WHEN I WANTED TO HOLD MY NEWBORN SON…. IIIIII DIIIIIIEDD. Abby lowkey went feral and I loved every second of it and then her pose after got so many laughs it was truly amazing

THE K HOWARD ROAST WAS JUST SO GOOD IT WAS SO GOOD

Aywd destroyed me

I also teared up here but I did not let those babies fall because I was not about to ruin my look

justice for my pink queen

Her delivery is insane and honestly its gotten better and I didn’t even know that was possible because WOW SHE WAS ALREADY STUNNING BUT DAMN MY HEART GOT RIPPED OUT OF MY CHEST

The whole “Catherine not singing” bit was fantastic

Abby looked so confused the entire time

Andrea’s “hahaha what” was perfecto

when Anna said “should we really be doing this” someone in the audience went “yes” very loudly and made the queens break for a solid second abby almost forgot to say her line and you could barely hear it because the audience was laughing at the rando

Anna acknowledged it and just went “I know” before turning to the queens and saying “I know” it was hysterical

“I’m Catherine parr, I draw the line in arbitrary places bLaH bLaH bLaH”

THE CLAPPING- BRITT GOT IN HER FACE AND JUST *CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.” It was the funniest thing oh my gosh

“Are you sure Catherine? I-we don’t mind if you wanna sit this one out… I mean you must be exhausted from all those backing vocals”

IDNYL WAS INSANE AND ANNA UZELE IS WICKED TALENTED LIKE DANG

I dont know if this was intentional or not but when they all start to understand the purpose of parr’s thing- abby is the last to stand up and in my head im like “no yeah that makes sense because shes “the one he truly loved” and shes still trying to get to a point where shes realizing he wasn’t all that great and I dont know I just really like that minor detail

The whole “remember that I was a writer…” part got loud cheers, especially from abby it was very cute

She did a new riff on the “we all disappear” line and WOW my eyes went so wide it was so good I was genuinely shook

the “i dont get it” was sooo good

“My sixth finger” was said so casually and so determinedly that it was a whole new joke and I loved it

“Everyone notices Jane cant dance” -abby just looking so sad

“Yeeeaaaahhhhh. I read!” Was so cute and she sounded so proud of herself it was adorbs

The way they just stood there awkwardly was amazing and got so many laughs it was so good

When sam said the line about competing, abby really almost cut Anna’s line out but she caught herself and it was funny I dont know if anyone else noticed it, but I did and it was glorious

REMIX

“Rise abo-o-o-o-ove” WAS BEAUTIFUL THEY WERE IN SUCH GOOD HARMONY

AGAIN, ANNA’S RIFFS HOW DOES THAT WOMAN DO THAT AT THE END OF THE SHOW LIKE SHIT

After it was over, of course it got long applause and the entire time abby was doing her like “sparkle hands” but also awkwardly moving her arm kinda like a noodle and then going back to sparkle hands and it gave me a good chuckle

Six

The slow acoustic part was so soft I died

The harmonies was delicious

The audience was so hype

Megasix

Super hype

Amazing

Fantastic

All the good things ever

Basically it was just adorable and amazing and absolutely stunning

The new costumes are gorgeous and the lighting is wild if they don’t win best lighting for Tony awards I will full on riot

Aragon and Boleyn interacted a lot and so did Seymour and Cleves and it was very very sweet

Abby interacted with the band a lot to the point where she almost missed a cue and it was very endearing

AND THEN THEY DID THE CURTAIN UP THING AND FIRST OF ALL WOW THEY ARE ALL SO CUTE AND IT WAS SO SWEET SEEING THE WAY THEY ALL WATCHED EACH OTHER WHILE THEY WERE SINGING AND I JUST JDKFDJLA

abby’s hair is SO LONG but I am here for it

So I was looking for my friend when I hear “Make some room, make a path!” From a security guard, and the queens legit walked RIGHT PAST ME

I wanted to go to the theatre anyway to take pictures, but when I saw them, I did follow them back to the theatre because wow I wanted to bask in their glory I didnt even want to talk to them I just wanted to be in their presence

So im like, walking behind them when this happens:

I guess abby saw someone she knew because I heard this “abby!” And then she was like “OH MY GOD” and like RAN to hug them and i legit almost walked right into her/got stepped on but i freaking stopped like a noob i should’ve just let her run me over but I did not I just stopped in my tracks and let out a soft “aH” and then went around her

And then I got to meet a friend and apparently toby heard us squealing and watched us hug for a solid however long so that was awkward

And Julia schade was like talking to him and stared at us for a good amount of time

And then I was walking away and passed Julia again and she kept looking at me, but she was talking to someone else and I think she thought I was going to stay to talk to her (and I would have loved to) but I didnt I just gave her a smile, a nod, and a little wave because I can not do confrontation like if I could not confront abby ma’am I cannot confront u either I am SHY

And that is a very detailed run down of my time in nyc at the brooks

#six the musical #six broadway #six the musical cast #adrianna hicks #andrea macasaet #abby mueller #brittney mack #sam pauly #samantha pauly #anna uzele #new york city #broadway #hairspray musical #theatre #theater

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amazingmsme · 3 years

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a while back u mentioned u were thinking about wrightworth and i was wondering if u had any tickly hcs for them? 👉👈 i have strong them brainrot currently (especially for lee!edgey) and im p sure there’s like only 5 fics for them and i’ve read them all a million times by now rip

I’m fucking foaming at the mouth I had so much written down already but tumblr crapped the hell out. But I’m not as tipsy as earlier so hopefully I can write faster.

But anyways they’re childhood friends so of course they know each other’s spots. But over the years they kinda forgot. Nothing a good ol’ fashioned tickle fights can’t fix!

I feel like Phoenix is most ticklish on his neck/ears, ribs, sides & belly while Miles’ worst spots are his armpits, hips, thighs & knees.

It’s canonically proven that Wright is very easily embarrassed. Like he always blushes & grumbles Omsk or covers his face.

On the other hand, Edgeworth gets angy & defensive when he’s flustered. His face goes all red & he recoils & holds his arm out in front of him, gritting his teeth. You know the pose I’m talking about.

Phoenix is SUCH a playful teaser you can’t tell me otherwise. He uses quick & precise movements & likes to point out which spots are worse & he’s not opposed to the condescending baby talk kind of teases. When he does that he legit pisses Edgeworth off but like, in a fun way.

He on the other hand is very serious when he’s the ler. Even tho he’s having fun, he likes to school his features to look stern while he’s tickling him. Almost like it’s a chore to turn Wright into as squealing giggling mess. But it’s inevitable that he ends up smiling down at him, but it’s almost always a cocky & smug smirk. & if he’s really feeling evil, he’ll even mock his laugh which makes Phoenix turn beet red!

Wright’s laugh is a very bright & joyous sound! It’s very bubbly & cute & is pretty infectious. Even just hearing him laugh is enough to make Edgeworth blush! It’s loud & once you get him laughing, he doesn’t bother to hold it back. He also has the cutest giggles!

Ok so Edgeworth’s laugh… Y’all it’s so fucking smooth & rich & all around adorable! He tries with all his might not to break. Like he’ll close his eyes & scrunch up his face to keep from laughing. He bites his lip a lot & it literally makes Phoenix melt. He’ll even shake his head & kind of huff out a laugh every once in a while until he finally laughs. It’s deep & honestly very charming, & it has sort of a rumble to it.

Miles likes to point out how much Phoenix loves it & it makes him flustered beyond belief! He’ll stutter out a quick excuse & defend himself like “Wha- no I don’t! Why on earth would you say that?” & Miles is so smug like “Because you make it so painfully obvious.” Which makes Phoenix stutter & he’s blushing & starting to sweat a lil cause he’s onto him. But he makes the mistake of saying that he has no proof & so he starts rattling off about all the minor little details that show just how much he likes it, & he’s always so teasy & proud when he does it. “Well for starters you always try to start something you can’t finish. You never try to stop me and just let your arms flail about uselessly. I already know that you enjoy laughing and you always seem happier and more relaxed after I wreck you. You constantly try to provoke me & “pout” whenever I don’t fall for it.” Poor guy tries to deny it all but it’s so painfully accurate that his mouth just keeps opening & closing as he fails to come up with an argument.

I finished these up today & am no longer drunk but I fucking love these & could talk about them forever.

Also where the hell have you found 5 fics? 👀 I can’t find shit

Exit: I can’t believe I left out how Edgeworth will curl into the tightest ball if you try to get him. Phoenix has definitely snuck up & attacked him & if he keeps it up long enough he starts to curl up & sink to the ground. It’s so damn cute!

#asks #anon ask #ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #edgewright #wrightworth #ticklish!phoenix #ticklish!wright #ticklish!miles #ticklish!edgeworth

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cottoncandyjester · 3 years

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Yandere ocs voice headcanons

Dunno just though this would be fun I’m sure you guys have your own voices in mind but here how it is

This contains: talk of sex, lot of characters, yandere talk

Theodore

Okay so you know yuki from fruits basket....

Make the tone louder and warmer and boom Theo

He has a very soothing voice like the type that you can hear talk for hours or fall asleep to

When annoyed or angry his voice lowers in pitch and is strained from him trying to keep from shouting

He always keeps the same tone of voice usually it’s always sweet and calm and nice

He talks very very proper like he makes sure to always sound like a gentleman

When he’s angry though he will absolutely say the word fuck or shit under his breath with a growl following it

Is the ceo of fake laughs

His fake laughs are always soft and short

His real laugh always has a shocked snort or him choking before bursting out laughing

He makes sure to cover his mouth and apologizes when he laughs cause he sees it as rude

Hikaru

Okay so as y’all know he has two sides

His stage persona voice is super sugary sweet

But don’t mistake that for hyper nope

Somehow no matter what he says it sounds like he’s smiling while talking

Never raises his voice but he does have his cracks of his real personality seeping through

With those he’ll clench his teeth

Like you know those people who speak with a fake laugh when they really wanna choke you

There are times where he has to pretend to be all cute and shy while on stage persona

His voice will get soft and sweet down to a shy little whisper

He hates doing this so there will be a slight annoyed tone in his voice that he tries to hide

When he’s pissed at you but he has to keep cool it always sounds kinda scary

“Hehe y/n my...sweet y/n, can we talk in private please sweetie?”

Normal hikaru’s voice is much deeper and cruder

Not quite bakugo tone but like just as crude and mean

Somehow always sounds like he’s one step from snarling out his words

Legit swears in every sentence

Kinda talks like a delinquent

Everything about him changes from posture to tone

He’s legit just a violent tsundere

Axis

Okay so..his voice is like ultimate sub energy

When he talks to anyone else besides you he is cheerful but also pretty normal

When it’s you..simp

You can hear the obsession in his voice. Its always sounds just absolutely happy and filled with joy

I always say that axis is like a happy puppy when he hears his darling is near

He bad mood instantly vanishes and he is just nearly squealing with joy

When he gets all bratty his cheeks puff all out and he lowers his tone making sure you know that he’s upset with you

As far as his whiny yandere side it sounds so desperate like he’s going to die if he doesn’t kiss you or hold you

I think I said this before but axis is the loudest so if you try to walk out the door or something he will scream and beg you not to go anywhere it sounds like it physically hurts to have you leave

He has a habit of hurting himself to get you to stay during these moments he would have a pathetic stutter

“I-I’m h-hurt! Y-you wouldn’t leave someone bleeding out all alone right? Right!?”

When he’s serious his tone shifts low

Not like mature low no it still has that youthful innocence but it sounds deadpan and soft like as if all feelings other than hate or anger vanished

During these moments he would say something like “stay away from my sweet perfect y/n...or I’ll kill you”

Salem

Yuri from yarichan bitch club

Okay though seriously something like him except more lower in pitch

He does slur his speech and I think I said this before but the more excited he gets the less English comes out of him

It goes from shaky toddler talking to barking and random garbled words and crazy laughing.

The only time he would talk “normal” is when he’s docile aka he’s high as hell or if he spends a large amount of time cuddles up to his darling

In that case his voice is soft though there is some stutters and crackling cause he’s not used to speaking normally

He also pauses a lot cause he’s not smart at all and words are hard

His manner of speaking is very toddler like

Words would be dumbed down and even nicknamed

Expect phrases such as “y-y/nnn, wuv wuv wuv! Ooowahhhh!” In a squealing happy tone

All in all his voice..is interesting

Prince

Prince is a fuck boy

So he sounds like a douche

Like to use the word babe and baby a lot

He honestly thinks he’s the shit so everything out his mouth comes off as cocky

His voice is kinda like those lead singers from boy bands that’s the best way I can describe it

Like those fake bad boys who are all like “yeah baby wanna smoke cigarettes in the parking lot of McDonald’s”

His voice squeaks A LOT though when nervous

Like he tries to keep his voice low and cool sounding but the moment darling flirts or gives him attention it’s just 📈📈📈

When flustered he talks in a high pitch flustered tone

It’s absolutely adorable

Takes him a while to bring it back down though

He likes to speak in Korean sometimes

It sounds so smooth when he does

He has such confidence it sounds like he’s in a kdrama or something

When things are getting steamy he likes to slow down his pacing of words and talk lower

He thinks it sounds sexy but it kinda sounds fake

It’s cause he doesn’t wanna admit that he’s a switch but whatever prince you do you boo

Prince laughing is amazing

You know Kuroo’s laugh?? Yeah take that and make it a tad bit higher and as a ton of hiccups and gasping for air and boom prince

This is why prince has a fake laugh

Like he’ll do a simple little heh. And that’s it

Yuki

Super hush

Barley a whisper

His voice is flat and cold

Very blunt

He mostly responds in grunts or sounds when in public with his darling

If he absolutely has to speak it’s a single word

Some would deem his voice boring and dull

He has very dry humor and this is the same with his tone of speaking

You will get simple responses from him

When he is with his darling just alone he is far more warm and sweet his voice is still barely above a whisper but it has a nice rumble to it

Even when he’s pissed it’s soft and calm sounding

He doesn’t like shouting cause loud sounds make him cry

That being said the only time he would get loud is when he cries

If something is hurting him he can’t take it for long

His voice cracks and he sounds whiny almost like he’s terrified

Just a shaky “s-stop!”

His breathing would get all intense and his words would come out as stutters as he tries to dial it back down to that soft calm tone probably adding his last response with a hush “please. Stop”

Not much to say about his voice though there is always amusement swinging within it whenever someone gets annoyed by his dry humor or antics

He can’t help but fight a smile as he tries to keep from laughing

Also! Yuki laugh is amazing

He has two different kinds he has his soft chuckles

And then his louder laughs which are still soft by normal standards but they are so filled with joy

So cute..

Rocket

Okay so even though rocket is a southern boy he will absolutely use his fake “bro” voice when meeting people you deem important cause he doesn’t wanna embarrass you

His worst fear is them seeing him as some southern loser

So his bro voice is very frat boy like

Typical college guy voice

Like stated before when flustered or angry his real voice seeps out

His real voice isn’t too deep or anything it’s very warm and happy

That southern accent though?! ✨Strong ✨

When he says darling you can feel that shit

Even him saying normal word it’s still strong as ever

It fits him so well though like his voice isn’t deep despite his height and build

When excited though he talks super fast

Another puppy boy

He is just so excited he can’t hold back his words so he’s talking a mile a minute

He just can’t stop!

His tone of voice very much shows how he feels

When sad his voice is soft and hushed down to a pouty whimper as he looks down shoulders slumped and posture just spilling out sadness

Same when he’s happy he is so perked up and just ✨happy✨

When he laughs it’s one of those loud happy laughs

Those laughs from deep in his chest

When he’s flustered or feeling submissive he has a very soft way of speaking that shows that he’s vulnerable at the moment

All around cute bara boy has cute voice

Rin

Twink

Just straight up a brat

Sounds like he could commit arson at any moment

He has this very cocky coy tone in his voice

Sounds kinda childish at times

He doesn’t take anything seriously so that’s to be expected honestly

His voice is quite high pitched yet smooth

When serious though his childish tone remains but it gets scarier and deadpan

“I’ll show you why you should never mess with me and my gang..”

He’s a person who grins when pissed so it’s hard to tell when he’s angry unless you hurt his darling

Ike if he’s tweaked off you won’t know

You won’t know any of his emotions honestly he kinda smiles though it all even if he’s depressed

When he loses that childish charm in his voice it’s usually when he’s having a breakdown

His voice sounds so weak and hurt and all his bottled up feeling explode

He’s a PFFFT laugher he usually laughs so hard his face turns red and he can’t breathe

As far as fake laughs it’s very cookie cutter just a few ha ha’s and that’s it.

When having..steamy times his voice lowers and that childish tone is there but it’s sadistic like he’s enjoying toying with you and breaking you

Zeke

The deepest voice out of all of them

Rich deep and sexy

Also a person with dry humor at times

Likes to respond with sounds as well

“Haaah?” “Hmmm..” “eh?” All those are acceptable

His voice rumbles in his chest

Put your hand on his chest while he’s talking and it’s like he’s purring

Very much likes using more slang terms

“If I were to rock your shit..would I be wrong?”

“Bitch do I look like boo-boo the fool to you?”

He grew up in a very cultured household so yeah he has different mannerisms of speaking unlike the others

He usually sounds bored or calm when he’s speaking to someone he doesn’t trust

Now his friends on the other hand this bitch hype

Constantly laughing, joking and grinning

He can’t stop being chaotic as hell

His tone is much louder as he’s more comfortable and he tends to use more swears and slang

When speaking in Spanish his voice is just as deep and he adores rolling his R’s every. Single. Time

As far as singing goes his voice is so smooth

Filled with soul and passion like he loves what he does

He has such a beautiful voice

Scarlett

Soft sweet and creepy

Hushed and very gentle

Her words are usually followed by a hush giggle

No matter how threatening she sounds there is always a sweet smile and giggle at the end

She likes the idea of toying with people so her voice always sounds so eel coming at first

Then her sadistic side kicks in and she’s stepping on you with her heel her voice drowning with pride

During those dom moments she can sound very degrading

Talking to you like you’re beneath her instead of an equal

But normally she is nothing short of kind

Even in yandere mode she never shouts or yells or does anything like that

It’s always calm collected and lightly frightening

Definite mother vibes

Just very nurturing

Yuuta

A deep voice member

Full delinquent

“Got something to fucking say to me?”

Aggressive as all hell

At least to strangers that is

To his darling or his twin it’s still lightly rough but also soft? I know confusing

He tries hard to keep that tough guy act up but when anxiety and everything hits he’s a mess

“E-eh!? W-why are you starin’ at me for!? G-go away!”

Hella paranoid all the time

During those anxious moments his stutters and tics are ranging in tone and pitch

He has various tics such as popping sounds, crude phrases like “no more daddy! Nope nope!” Or even “f-f-fucking c-cocks” and many others he can’t control these and they only come during panic attacks

Some of his other phrases are things he’s said as a child when his family would violate him so lot of them have the word stop and no in it

A “cute” one is if you were to say “whose a pretty boy” he would instantly reply “I’m a p-pretty b-boy!” Oddly enough that tic always makes him feel better and calm down

Anyways normal voice yuuta is tough boy

He scoffs a lot and plays this very dominating role

He likes to say nicknames like doll or angelface

Makes him feel tough

He usually tries to sound as sarcastic as humanly possible

But when he’s sad or vulnerable he whines so loud and is so clingy

“D-don’t leave me along! T-the monsters are g-gonna get me! Nooo! P-please!”

He’s like a scared child clinging to you sobbing and trying to jump in your arms just shaking

Yuuji

Also a twink voice

Except his has more sparkles in it

Kinda valley girl tone but not as annoying

Just a lot of “oh sweetie” and “honey no”

Super sugary sweet like so sweet and fake it could kill ya

Behind closed doors though

That sugary tone is the same just sadistic

“Oh sweetie, whose a sad little ball of trash? You are! Yes you are my little parasite!”

Talks in baby talk when degrading his darling and yuuta

They are beneath him in his eyes he’s god

So he should be treated as such

When pissed off his sweet tone stops and it’s pure disgust

“You bottom feeder, do you know who you’re fucking talking to?”

His pissed off voice would give you shivers from how cold it is

He can switch from angry to sweet and back again so fast like one minute he’s threatening to violate every hole you own and the next he’s like “I’m sorry! I’m being a big old meanie pants! Teehee let’s goooooo shoppinggg! Yayyy!”

Likes making his voice as cutesy as possible

Mostly cause when he switches to his more serious side the fear in their eyes is much more delicious

Ren

Y’all already know

Stutters every sentence

Can’t even form proper words without stuttering

Growls in anger when annoyed and sounds like he wants to rail you so hard you break

All around soft sweet voice

Whimpers every single time he speaks

When annoyed or gets more confidence his voice is soft but sharp

“You shouldn’t do that. Stop.”

Very short and quick like you better listen to him or else

His voice goes dead and his eyes show no mercy

He keeps his voice low and warm though

When happy he is just so warm and bright

Absolutely adorable

When ranting there are no stutters or anything he can talk for hours if you let him

Loud as fuck in bed though

Full on sobs and cries so loud the neighbors hear y’all

His voice cracks and squeaks as he pants heavily and tries not to pass out

All in all

Shy boi

#yandere imagines #yandere ocs #yandere

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soggy-platee · 3 years

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What Do We Do Now?- Chp.2

Rating: M

Pairing: Din x Fem!Reader

Summary: When trying to collect your bounty, Din runs into some issues.

Read on ao3 here, and feel free to reblog! Thanks for the support on the first chapter!

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It was not only just his stoic exterior, you came to understand, this guy really did not talk.

Like, not a single word. Beyond the threat he ground out at you in the cantina, he had yet to say anything else to you as he dragged you through the darkened streets.

It didn’t help that you were too scared to even let out a sound, keep quiet against the pain in your wrists as the cuffs ground into them. You knew they were bruised, or even bleeding. You wondered if they would scar.

Would that even matter?

Your mind began to race. Would he kill you when you got to his ship, or would that old wife beater do it himself when the Mandalorian delivered you to him? Or would he draw it out?

Would he make it hurt?

You shivered at both the thought and the cold, he had left your cloak on the floor of the cantina and it was a cold night in Mos Eisley. You wondered what he did with your other boot.

Although it was dark, you knew exactly where he was taking you. Out past the lights of the town toward the docking bays, toward his ship.

Toward possible death, your brain provided unhelpfully.

You passed by the docks one by one, 1-5, 2-5, and to your chagrin, he stopped you in front of the entrance of hangar 3-5. If there was one person that would absolutely not help your situation, it was the owner of this dock. You bit back a groan as he did indeed drag you through the entrance. After winding you around familiar corners, his ship came into view.

It had…seen better days, to say the least.

You knew it was a pre-imperial gunship, but your knowledge of the craft stopped there. The copious amounts of carbon scoring along the hull somehow make you more scared of the bounty hunter currently hauling you toward the open mouth of the ship.

From inside, a voice called, “Finally! This little guy wasn’t gonna let me get any more work done without seeing his dad!”

What? Little guy? And more importantly, Dad?!

She couldn’t be talking about the Mandalorian behind you. You couldn’t imagine this bounty hunter managing to keep a plant alive, let alone a child. How did that even work? Didn’t Mandalorians never remove their helmets? There isn’t exactly a surplus of their kind around. Did he have a partner? Did that bother you? Why in the hell would that bother you-

Your mind went blank, however, when the owner of the hangar stuck her head out of the ship, still far enough inside to obscure whatever or whoever she was referring to as “little guy”. She made eye contact with you and groaned, you gave a sheepish grin in return.

“So I’m not the only one you’ve screwed over, huh?”

Peli Motto was one of the people in town who would have turned you over personally to the hunter if you crossed her path. You had arrived on Tatooine three months ago with a load of stolen ship parts from your last job and planned to get good credits for them, sell them to the various hangars here and live out comfortably before you had to move on. Only after landing on the planet did you realized that these parts were essentially junk. You stole the wrong stuff, but hey, you never claimed to be a mechanic.

That is, until you sold off the shit parts to Peli for way too many credits. At that time, you did claim to be a mechanic.

She chased you down with a wrench before you even had time to make it back into town. You ended up with no parts, no credits, and a seriously nasty lump on your head. You had sincerely apologized, you really didn’t like taking advantage of those who didn’t deserve it. You were just in a tight spot. You don’t think it made a difference to her.

“Th-those parts were legit, you’re the one who robbed me”, you responded weakly.

“A bad thief and a bad liar, I don’t know how the hell you made it this long”, she snapped back

She directed the next sentence to the silent figure behind you,

“Be careful with that one, she’s slippery”

“I know”

Peli didn’t seem surprised when he responded, you began to wonder if he just didn’t talk to you.

You didn’t have time to ponder this, as he began pushing you again abruptly. You were so unprepared for the movement that you tripped over your own shoeless foot. You were headed straight for the ground, unable to use the hands currently cuffed behind your back. You tensed in anticipation for impact, you face scrunching and turning to the side-

A large arm wrapped its way around your torso at the last moment and hauled you toward a strong chest, causing your body to fold around it while also knocking the breath out of you. Before you even had time to process that he was currently holding your ass flush with his, um, lower half, you heard a loud squeal of delight.

Your head popped up from its current position facing the ground and you make eye contact with the quite possibly the strangest creature you had ever seen, and, quite possibly…the cutest?

Your first thought was that there is no way that the man practically holding you up currently (Maker, he’s holding you!), could be the father of this thing. The image of the Mandalorian with the same large, green ears under his helmet made you let out an involuntary huff of laughter.

This movement made the Mandalorian release you, rather ungently, you might add. You barely managed to make it on your feet when he practically threw you at the ground. You tried to not be offended as you returned your eyes to the small green creature in Peli’s arms, who had made her way down the ramp to stand in front of the pair of you.

Its large brown eyes were fixed on the silver bucket behind your head, with arms reached out and a wide smile on its tiny face. Its ears were huge, stretching out from its head, almost doubling its width. It wore a small brown tunic with tiny, three-toed feet sticking out the bottom.

Your assessment of the little one was cut short when the Mandalorian side stepped Peli and the child to drag you up the ramp to the ship.

Why the hell were you admiring the child? Why were you thinking about anything else besides your possible death! You needed to form a plan to get out of this. Now. You began running through options in your head, commandeering the ship in flight, getting away once you landed, even causing damage mid-flight to buy you more time. Maybe if you could-

All your half-formed hopes were dashed when you caught sight of your worst nightmare. A carbonite freezer.

Maker, no. No. Please. Anything but that.

You couldn’t- You wouldn’t. You would rather die than go under again. Last time-

A sharp push toward the freezer forced your thoughts from your throat. “No.”, you whispered.

He responded by continuing to pull you forward, toward the freezer.

Toward that dark, that never-ending cold and dark.

You braced your single boot and socked foot on the ground, saying louder this time, “No.”

This time he turned back to face you. He still didn’t speak, and you still kept your feet planted in protest. You heard a crackle of static from the helmet, he huffed, annoyed at your insolence.

He turned again toward the freezer, tightening his grip on your arm to a near bruising pressure, easily breaking your stance with another tug. You trip toward the freezer but recover quickly, throwing your shoulders in an attempt to break his iron grip. No such luck.

You were starting to panic. You threw your shoulders again and again, still not hampering your progress toward the vile thing.

The next noise of annoyance that came from the helmet was more akin to a growl as he used his other hand to hover over the blaster at his hip, all while looking rights at your face. It was a clear warning. You paused briefly, weighing your options. You knew already, though, that you would rather die than go under. Easily.

You continued to thrash, trying to remove his hand from your arm.

He pulled his blaster then and pushed it into the soft side of your torso.

You looked up into his helmet, where you hoped his eyes were. While your own eyes were watering with panic, you managed to give what you thought was a convincing snarl.

“Do it. I would rather die than go in.” you growled.

“That can be arranged” he said, emotionless.

Your standoff continued, your brows knitting tighter together and his blaster digging further into your side, so far it touched your ribs. You had no doubt he was serious about his threat, and you prepared for the worst.

The stalemate was broken by the sound of Peli’s voice calling for the bastard in front of you. His grip on your arm tightened painfully, briefly, before letting it go, using both hands to push you back to the wall of the ship, where your cuffs magnetized, effectively holding you there.

He moved in front of you, holding his blaster level with your brow and gritted out, “Stay.”

You sneered at him as he turned to leave. The moment he was away from you, however, your shoulders sank and you let out several shaky breaths.

Maker, you were scared.

You hated to admit it, even to yourself, but you were on the verge of tears that entire time. You wondered if he could tell. You wondered if he would even care.

You lifted your head toward the sound of Peli’s voice outside, once again too soft to hear. Her eyes flashed briefly over to you as she gestured with the hand not holding the child. They seemed to be arguing, the Mandalorian moving his hand in a striking motion. She held up the child in front of her, and his shoulders fell slightly, signally defeat.

You figured you should at least attempt to look a little bit intimidating before the Mandalorian returned, sniffling your runny nose and attempting to reign in your misty eyes.

You knew he still saw the signs, however, when he made his way back into the ship to stand in front of you.

He assessed you silently, and your feigned confidence quickly waned under the weight of his stare until you were as curled in on yourself as far as you possibly could be while your hands were cuffed behind your back.

He spoke, deathly quiet, “You try anything, I kill you. Clear?”

You nodded, eyes wide with fear.

Did this mean you wouldn’t be going in the freezer?

Apparently so, as the Mandalorian began making preparations to leave the hangar.

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jbbuckybarnes · 4 years

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Kinktober - Day 11

11/31 Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Prompt: Restraints Warnings: 18+, dub!con / non!con elements, not proofread, probably anatomical inaccuracies, traumatic situation, dark

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You came back to your senses in a bedroom you didn't know. The moment you tried you move you were held back by handcuffs that held you to the bed. You don't remember how you got here, the last thing you remembered was Captain America himself bringing you home after the Avengers stopped a big fight right in front of your favorite café that you were almost injured in.

"Hey!" You yelled and heard steps coming closer. "Oh, you're finally awake again." Mr. Rogers came around the corner. "What the fuck?" You uttered confused. "Don't worry. You're completely safe as long as you do what I say." His eyes shimmered evil. "Let me go!" You protested and squirmed up to get off the cuffs. His strong hands dragged you back down. "You stay there." He growled in anger and you held your breath. That man could break you in half, you might be coming out of this safer by actually listening to him. Fuck. "Bad girls get punished. Do you wanna get punished?" His brow raised up. "What bad thing have I done?" You asked still kinda confused. "You tried to get away." He grumbled as he sat down on the bed, "And now I'll have to punish you." Your eyes got wide as you saw him reach for the underwear you were still wearing. "No, no no no, please don't." You pleaded. "Shhh, gonna take care of you." He cooed and you whimpered in fear. "Please don't." You whispered as you heard your panties rip. "You're gonna cum for me like a good girl, alright?" He murmured, rubbing your legs gently. No answer. He grabbed your face, "Understood?" You nodded with tears of fear in your eyes. "If you work with me I'll go easy on you, alright? I don't want to hurt you, baby girl." He explained. But he was hurting you, mentally. "Yes, Mister Rogers," you whispered. "Good girl." He cooed before you felt fingers inserting themselves into you, making you jolt. They were pumping in and out of you while his thumb started toying with your clit. "Nothing wrong with admitting this feels good, darling. Sometimes sluts just have to be fucked against their will to know their place." He smirked evil and you choked on holding back a moan. "Yeah, your pussy likes that. Bet you won't know what hit you when your tight little hole has my cock in it. Little slut." He growled. "C-C-Captain?" You eyes were watering by now and he looked at you. "Yes, sweetheart?" He switched back to gentle. "I'm not a slut, I'm a virgin." You sniffled. "Then daddy will take care of you, alright? Just need you to relax, baby girl." He cooed and brushed over your hair. "Does that feel good?" He looked at you as he brushed over your g-spot and you nodded heavily. "It's alright. I'm gonna make it feel better soon, princess." Complying seemed to help. "I wanna touch you, Captain." You squirmed under him. You weren't lying. If he'd asked for permission first you would totally be down for this. "You'll just run off, darling. Can't have that." He explained patiently. "If you'd asked me for consent first. I would've said yes, Captain." You pouted. "Can you say yes now?" He cooed down. "I don't know." You didn't. This man was raping you and it was traumatizing, but you always knew you had a thing for being used. "C'mon baby. Will make you cum for the rest of your life, take care of you real good." He cooed again. "But you'd be so controlling." "Wasn't controlling when I got you to come to this compound yesterday." "I can't remember that." His eyes went wide, as if he had just dropped a role he played, "But you...we talked about so many things. Including your little fantasy to lose your virginity a little unconventional." Was he fucking with you? You were so confused. "Are you playing with me right now?" You asked straight forward. He shook his head, "Friday? Analyze the air and explosions from the attack yesterday." You had come home with him willingly, seems legit. You'd talked to him about your sexuality, could be. You'd talked to him about...doing this? You must've been really fucking knocked out mentally and he good at flirting. "There was a chemical keeping things from being saved into the longterm memory. I will immediately test the others for their memory of yesterday, Captain Rogers." A computer voice answered. "I'm so sorry." He looked down at you. You eyed him, topless, fingers still buried inside of you, puppy face. "What did I tell you?" You whispered. "You told me about your past, about feeling alone, how you were having some weird kinks...I kinda shared mine too. Does that mean I have to relive the awkwardness of telling you about-" He started thinking out loud. You both looked at each other and the room, then into each others' eyes. "Well, it isn't really rape when I told you to do it...and you can prove it." You mumbled. "Fri?" He mumbled. **"I don't know why, but I just want to be used, you know? Like with consent beforehand, but not in the moment. It's a weird thing to want, I know." Silence. "I'd do it." "I'd let you."** You looked at each other again, now this went from traumatizing to straight up dumb. Too many bad coincidences. "Uncuff me, Cap." You grinned and felt him exhale. His hand retreated from you and was licked clean before he got the cuffs off in one go. "Not gonna lie. It threw me off hardcore when you went from aggressive to soft so quick. I just knew you either lost your senses or I lost mine." You chuckled and he gave you an apologizing smile. "Is it bad to admit that this shit made me wet?" You frowned. This would be so wrong to say without this resolution. "Kinda." He shrugged. You curiously touched his chest above you and poked at it with your finger. So much pure muscle. You licked your lips subconsciously. "Like what you see, darling?" He grinned down at you. "You know what? Maybe I like a mix between soft and harsh better." You looked up and got a nod back. "What do you want me to do with you, baby?" He murmured closer to your face. "I mean, ideally giving me an orgasm would be nice." You said super dry and heard a chuckle. He kissed your neck, collarbone, ribs, belly, then your inner thighs. "I like that." You whispered with your eyes closing. "Tell me when to stop." He murmured before grabbing one of your hands and pushing his tongue through your folds. "Holy shit." You mumbled, squirming but being held in place. His fingers entered you again, softly pushing and pulling, "Fuck, Steve." His name just slipped out, but he seemed to like it out of your mouth, judging by how he started licking your clit. "Oh fuck, that feels so much better than I imagined." You mewled in his grasp. He squeezed your hand gently and sucked on your clit, making your back shoot up. Your free hand landed in his hair. "Don't stop, Captain." You moaned out and he made himself at home between your legs. Stroking over your clit and your g-spot in intervalls that got every possible sound out of you. His thumb stroked over your hand when he felt you get close. You always wanted to know how much he could feel a pulse or even hear a heartbeat. You had probably asked him yesterday but you would have to ask him again. "Please, Steve, please." You begged panting before he sucked on your clit hard enough to make you see stars for a few seconds. You got down from your high as he kissed his way back up on you. A smile was interchanged softly before you eyed his body again. His boner very apparent in his briefs. You were trying not to faint at the thought of losing your virginity to the supersoldier length hidden behind that piece of clothing. "Steve?" He looked at you attentively, "Fuck me." He fumbled to get his underwear off and you were desperately trying to hold back the moan building up while you looked at his giant cock. "Need you to relax, darling." He cooed as he grabbed your legs and positioned them ideally. "Tell me when to stop." You nodded before breathing out and closing your eyes. "Good girl." He murmured before you felt him starting to push into you. He was so slow and gentle, the complete opposite to what you had experienced earlier. "God, you feel amazing, baby. You're doing great." He told you a little strangled. You felt a little pinch and burn for a second, comparable to how the stretching of your hole for his big dick felt. "That's my girl." He cooed as you moaned under him. "Am I yours now?" You joked around and his eyes went dark. "Mine." He growled and captured your mouth with his before pushing into you a little harder. He didn't even fit into you all the way, you felt him hit the natural barrier inside of you. "Look, baby girl," he cooed and made you look at your stomach as he thrusted into you. An outline of him was visible inside of you. "Is it a size kink that you didn't want to feel awkward about?" You grinned and he smirked before getting faster, making your head fall back. He turned the two of you around, placing your hands on his chest, gently pushing you up by your throat. "Work it, baby. Gotta put in some work." He smirked and you moved up and down on his monster cock. "So good." You whined and went faster. "C'mon, princess. Cum on it." He groaned and felt you starting to squeeze around him harder. His free hand went to your clit, making you squeal. "Hmm, sweating all pretty for me." He grumbled content, "Gonna get that every day from now own." You moaned in unison before he grabbed your hips and slammed you down on him one, two, three times before having you squeeze around his girth with a scream. You felt his cum coating your walls, as you tried to get your breathing back. "I don't know if I can handle that every day. Not gonna lie." You panted and had him chuckle. "I'll go easy on you." He grinned and picked you off of him.

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district2001 · 4 years

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Fake Fan

Seventeen AU: 14th member

ERA: An Ode/ Fear

Jangmi x SVT

Recap: Jangmi deals with an unpleasant situation at a fansign, and takes it a lot worse than she expected

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“OMG We have matching earrings!” Jangmi squealed as she continued signing the carats album, adding a quick ‘twinning’ alongside her autograph.

Seventeen were currently smack bang in the middle of the ‘An Ode’ promotions, and their schedule was packed with music shows, radio interviews and fan signs. The latter being her favourite. She could secretly eat snacks, mess up the performance as much as she pleased as well as spill some of the tea with Carats.

She waved goodbye the fan, before taking a sip of her water whilst waiting for the next fan to move along. She was squashed between Mingyu and Hoshi, who had both decided that would be super loud and annoying today. She grabbed one of the feather boas near Mingyu and wrapped it around her neck. It definitely didn’t match her leather suit, but the bright pink allowed her to stand out from the rest of the members. As if being the only girl wasn’t enough.

She turned to face the next carat, who was still talking to Mingyu. Must be their bias, she thought. Jangmi continued waving at the fans back in their seat, making stupid faces to them.

One of their staff came up behind her and tugged the boa, so it came off her neck. Jangmi turned around to face them, whilst pouting.

“Nice try.” They teased, ruffling her hair slightly, but not enough to ruin the difficult task their hairstylists had this morning. They then ushered the fan who was still with Mingyu, to move over to Jangmi.

“Hi, how are you today? Is Mingyu your bias?” Jangmi asked. Whilst trying to grabs the fans hands to hold. But they just shoved their hands back.

Strange. Jangmi thought. But then again not everyone wants to hold hands.

“He’s my favourite person in the entire world.” The fan declared, a smile on her face from ear to ear.

Jangmi politely smiled. “He’s a good bias to have. I mean did you see the amount of content he gives carats. Mukbangs after emceeing every weekend. I think Joshua’s stans are in a continuous drought.”

Jangmi reached over to grab the album, but the fan once again pulled it out of the way, hugging it tightly

“Do you bias him” they asked cautiously.

Jangmi tilted her head, at the strange question. “Ofcourse I do.” She then lowered her voice into a whisper. “He’s my favourite member.”

The last comment, which was meant to be a joke, clearly hadn’t turned into one, since the fan was furrowing her eyebrows at Jangmi.

Jangmi awkwardly looked around, trying to find a way to diffuse the tension. She couldn’t think of anything, so she leaned over to get the album- to sign- since it was technically a fansign.

What she didn’t expect was the ‘carat’ to thwart her hand away.

“Stop throwing yourself at Mingyu, you little slut. I know he’s your boyfriend” They whispered, loud enough only for Jangmi to hear.

“He’s- He’s not?” It can out more like a question then a statement. Jangmi furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

The fan quickly grabbed Jangmi’s hands, and squeezed them a little too tightly, for her liking. She tried pulling away, but they started digging their nails into her skin.

“I don’t even understand what he sees in you. You’re just a little fat fuck who is free-riding on Seventeens success. Don’t think you’re better than anyone else. You don’t deserve his heart”

Jangmi widened her eyes, trying to silently motion for the staff to come over. Where were they when she needed them.

“Please let go of me before I call security.” She firmly said, hoping they didn’t catch the little quiver in her voice.

The fan leaned over closer and sneered, tightening their grip on her arms. “Do it, I dare you. Bring more attention towards the truth.”

She was weighing up her options, when Hoshi suddenly interrupted her train for thought. “Jangmi, don’t steal all our carats.”

“I’m not.” Jangmi scoffed, holding up her hands which were still being held by their fan. “She’s not letting go.”

“Not her fault everyone loves her.” Mingyu chimed, causing the fans eyes to widen.

“Do you love Jangmi?” The fan asked quickly, tripping over their words.

Mingyu, being the most unobservant person on the planet replied with a simple “obviously,” whilst leaning his head on Jangmi’s shoulder.

Jangmi tried pushing him off to not make the situation worse, but the damage was done once the fan let go of her hands and stood up on their chair.

“Everyone” She yelled, causing everyone to stop what they were doing and look at her. “Mingyu just confirmed that he loves Jangmi.”

Jangmi held her breath, waiting for the crowd and staff to go crazy.

They did not.

They just laughed, and went back to doing what they were doing before the interruption.

Jangmi mentally laughed. Why was she even worried? Carats were so used to dating rumours with her and her members. Legit. They don’t even trust Dispatch anymore.

Unfortunately, her happiness was short lived, when the fan started yelling again. Except this time, instead of spilling the tea, she was calling Jangmi out for being a shitty human being.

“What does Mingyu even see in that talented bitch?” All the members stopped signing again, with Seungcheol pre-empting the situation and alerting security.

“Mingyu’s never going to be yours. You can’t sing. Can’t dance. Can’t rap. You can’t even speak Korean. Plus you look like you need to go on a diet. You’d probably have been kicked out already if you were in a kpop girlgroup.”

Hoshi quickly stood up, pulling Jangmi with him, and stood infront of her, shielding her from the fan.

“Ignore it.” He whispered, not breaking the deathgare he was shooting at their fan.

The fan’s rant was cut short by security asking her politely to get down from the stool and walk off stage.

Jangmi felt someone’s hands wrap around her shoulders, and she leant into their embrace, slightly embarrassed for being the centre of this whole ordeal.

“You know what?” The fan screamed at their security. “I don’t want this shitty album anyway. Since her medicore vocals are on it.” She pointed her finger at Jangmi before hurling the CD towards her.

Jangmi, who was too busy looking at her members reactions, didn’t have enough time to process what was happening. And before she knew it, she felt the sharp corner of their album hit her cheek, before crashing on the floor.

Hoshi quickly turned around to face his maknae and cupped her slightly red cheeks. “Are you okay?” He asked worriedly, quickly scanning her face for any signs of distress.

She nodded while biting her lip, trying not to show any emotion. That was the first rule of fansigns; make it a positive and fun environment for carats.

She felt the arm around her shoulder pull her towards the side of the stage, and she didn’t object. Instead she grabbed one of the signs she was gifted as shielded herself from the fans.

“Thanks Hannie” She whispered, as they walked off the stage.

Hannie’s arm was replaced by their managers, who guided her to the nearest couch.

“Go back onstage. And tell everyone that everything’s under control.”

“Can’t I stay with Jangmi for a little while.” Jeonghan pleaded, but one look of their managers face made it clear that it was no point arguing.

Jeonghan quickly untied her high ponytail and took out all the bobby pins, before running his fingers through her hair. “Just relaxed for a bit. Don’ worry we can handle the rest of the fansign.”

He quickly ran back on stage, but not before turning around and giving her a thumbs up.

Her manager came back over to give her a bottle of cold water, which she gladly accepted.

It’s not like she hadn’t received hate comments before. She was basically the only girl in a group full of guys. Not to mention that they were all considered visuals, and she-well the fan was right- definitely did not fit into any of the beauty standards of the industry.

But she had never really had to deal with a hater in person before, especially right in front of her. Usually, they just talked shit on the internet, and she could give a snarky reply from her secret fan account.

This was different. Everyone heard it. And she was so sure it would be the talk of the town for the next few weeks. Pledis would make a statement, the members would be ultra protective of her and her parents would once again question her decision of being an idol. Fucking fantastic!

She heard Seungcheol making a statement, and fans screaming back towards him. She heard a few ‘I love You’s’ and ‘Jangmi’s,’ but she honestly was a bit over the situation, to really understand what was happening.

As she sunk deeper into the couch, she accepted the fact that she was not ok after this ordeal. But she’d have to keep on a brave face. Considering the end of promotions was nowhere near in sight.

Next: Hyung Line’s Reaction

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goldenraeofsun · 4 years

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just say yes

The latest installment of this verse... or 5 times Dean tries to propose to Cas.

Dean bites his lip as he scans the menu. What the hell is branzino, and where the fuck are the prices? He flips the flimsy piece of cream-colored paper over, but no dice.

Thank god there’s a steak listed among the five lone entrees. It’s probably five times his normal dinner price tag, but Dean already made peace with putting off buying that 30 year anniversary Rush album. It’ll still be there after his next pay check.

Cas eyes him over the top of his own menu. “What are you thinking?”

Marry me.

Dean doesn’t say that, though. He has plans. Keep his trap shut until dessert. Tell Cas he’s going to hit the head. Pull a waiter aside and ask for two glasses of champagne. Return to Cas. Hopefully not shit his pants as he proposes. Drink champagne. Go home and have fantastic engaged sex.

Dean has high hopes for the last part of the plan.

“Dean?”

Belatedly, he says, “The steak.”

Cas hums. “That does look good.” He ducks back behind his menu. “I was thinking of getting that too. But maybe not.”

Dean takes a hasty sip of water. “Get the steak if you want it, man. We don’t go to places like this often.”

“I think I’ll get the honey glazed salmon.”

“Sounds good,” Dean says lamely. He drinks more water. At this rate, he won’t have to fake the bathroom run.

Aren’t they supposed to have alcohol by this point? They’ve been sitting at their fancy-ass table in this fancy-ass restaurant for nearly fifteen minutes.

Maybe he shouldn’t have picked the newest five-star restaurant to propose to Cas. He’s already on edge from the pressure, and the pristine white tablecloth isn’t helping. He can already see five ways he’s gonna stain it. There are several forks in front of him. For fuck’s sake, this place has an actual chandelier. Dean hadn’t honestly thought they existed outside of billionaire mansions and Disney movies.

The live music is nice, though. A sedate piano tinkles in the background, barely audible over the buzz of polite dinner conversation.

Dean catches a glimpse of himself reflected in the dark windows to the street. He looks a little sweaty, but not as nervous as he feels, thank god.

This is stupid. He shouldn’t even be nervous.

They’ve talked about marriage before. They’re adults in an adult relationship, so popping the question out of the blue would go down like the time Dean swept Cas away for a surprise camping trip. Turns out, Cas did not like camping. Which Dean would have known if he had asked anytime in the past four years.

But… that marriage conversation was two years ago. Dean wasn’t ready then; they both weren’t. Cas was still in a bad place with Jimmy and Claire, and Bobby had just died, so they weren’t about to roadtrip to Vegas anytime soon.

Now, Claire can have a civil dinner with her parents, and the hole Bobby left in Dean’s life can go unnoticed some days.

The deal is, Dean can’t chicken out tonight. He already told Claire to make herself scarce. She can sleep at her parents’ or at Krissy’s, Dean doesn’t care, as long as she is not crashing on their sofa when they get back from dinner.

Dean would rather read a hundred plagarized student essays on The Very Hungry Caterpillar than admit to Claire he failed to ask Cas to marry him.

So, proposal time.

The waiter comes by with their drinks and takes their orders. Conversation is a little stilted, but hopefully Cas chalks it up to Dean being outside his comfort zone in this fancy-ass place. There’s no steady thunk of darts hitting a board or clack of pool balls in the background to put him at ease. Just that lame piano.

Cas makes porn noises over his salmon at first bite, which Dean totally doesn’t get. It’s fish.

“How’s your steak?” Cas asks as he surfaces and dabs his mouth with his cloth napkin.

Dean belatedly slices off a piece of his meal and pops it in his mouth. A generically bland compliment dies on his tongue. Jesus Christ - that’s some good cow. It practically disintegrates before he can chew. “Great,” he tells Cas honestly.

Cas hums in contentment.

“And since you’re practically at third base with that salmon,” Dean starts, “I take it-”

“Oh my god!” a woman’s voice squeals behind them.

Dean reflexively turns his head in the direction of the commotion. A few tables over, near the center of the restaurant, a man is down on one knee, and - son of a bitch.

Dean watches, his mouth hanging open, as the woman shouts, “Yes, of course, yes!” Waiters walk past their table with a whole fucking bottle of champagne. People at nearby tables fucking clap.

Dean resolutely turns back around to face Cas, at a loss for words that aren’t extremely loud swears.

“Isn’t that nice?” Cas says mildly.

“Yeah, very nice for them,” Dean says through gritted teeth.

Of all the goddamn nights. Of all the goddamn restaurants. What are the goddamn chances?

Dean slices into his steak with extreme prejudice. If he could murder the happy couple, he would. With zero regrets.

Fuck it all, Claire’s gonna be insufferable.

A CHARMING B&B IN VERMONT

Dean wakes up delightfully cozy with Cas spooning him from behind. No memory foam, but the bed is delightfully springy anyway. It was definitely what they needed after a full school day and a nine-hour road trip. Luckily, the owner of the bed and breakfast, a charming older woman actually named Mrs. Butters, was happy to wait up for their late check-in last night. She even had hot cocoa waiting.

Dean had held out a slight hope they could christen their room before they turned in for the night, but Cas passed right out before Dean turned on the lights. Poor guy had to deal with three sets of angry parents, and it was only the second week of school. Something about how their supposed-genius kids should be in AP Latin instead of the Fun Latin class - aka the one for dumbass seniors.

The mid-morning sunlight filtering in from behind the plaid curtains casts everything in a warm glow. The room itself is beyond charming. There’s a legit fireplace next to the bed, and they’re currently nestled under a patchwork quilt. The wood panelled walls give a distinctly rustic feel to the place, despite the reasonably sized television screen mounted on the far wall.

Dean turns over in bed so he’s facing Cas instead of the door. He resists the urge to poke him awake, and instead prods with a gentle, “Cas.”

Cas grumbles wordlessly. Fucker doesn’t even open his eyes, although Dean can tell from how his breathing changes that he’s awake.

“Cas.”

Cas wrinkles his nose and shoves his face into the pillow. “What, Dean?”

Dean can barely make out the words, but he gets the gist from the million times Cas has done the exact same thing. “I smell bacon.”

Cas’s eyes slit open. “So?”

“Don’t you want bacon?”

Cas huffs, and Dean can tell the exact moment he resigns to waking up. “Then go get the bacon. Nobody’s stopping you, Meat Man.”

Dean wiggles in bed, jostling the whole mattress. “Come on, babe.”

“I was sleeping.” Cas raises his head to look squint out the window. “It has to be before ten am. Since when are you a morning person?”

Since today is the day Dean is going to propose.

Instead, Dean reminds him pointedly, “Bacon.”

“Ugh,” Cas groans as he sits up. “I expect at least a blow job after breakfast if we’re leaving bed this early.”

Dean slaps his ass and jumps out of bed before Cas can retaliate. “Up and at ‘em!”

“I hate you.”

“Love you too, Cas.”

* * *

Claire 11:02 Did you ask him yet? If he said no I’ve got chunky monkey waiting

Claire 11:31 That was a joke Uncle Cas will say yes Theres no way he wont

Claire 11:40 If you’re not answering because of sex don’t tell me

Dean sighs as his phone lights up with Claire’s latest text. In the bathroom, Cas hurls again.

Dean 11:41 No proposal

The bubbles showing Claire’s typing start almost immediately.

Claire 11:41 Are you serious? He’s not goin to turn you down!!!

Dean 11:41 Food poisoning

Claire 11:42 HAHAHAHA

Dean scowls at his phone.

Dean 11:44 Not now, Claire.

Claire 11:44 Wait Seriously?

Dean 11:44 We think it was something he ate at breakfast

Claire 11:44 Oh fuck I’m sorry for laughing

Dean rereads her text. He hasn’t ever received a straight-up apology from Claire before. Unsure of how to respond, he sets down his phone and gently pushes open the bathroom door. “How’re you doing, babe?”

Cas, slumped over the toilet and looking like death warmed over, raises his head an inch. “It seems to be easing up.”

“Really?”

Cas vomits into the toilet again. He groans.

“Shit,” Dean mutters as he crouches next to Cas. He rubs his back with one hand. “Do you think you can get some water down?”

Cas nods, so Dean straightens and fills a glass next to the sink.

As Cas drinks, Dean runs a hand through Cas’s sweaty hair. His forehead has a sickly sheen to it, and the back of his neck feels hot.

“Dean -” Cas breaks off to cough the water right back up into the toilet. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no,” Dean says quickly as he refills the glass. “Don’t be sorry. This isn’t your fault.”

“But you had all these plans,” Cas moans as he takes the water to try again.

“We’ll do ‘em some other time.” He wets a washcloth and wipes down Cas’s forehead.

“Before Thanksgiving,” Cas rasps, “we’ll come back. I don’t want to miss the leaves changing.”

“Of course,” Dean says soothingly. He moves the washcloth to the nape of Cas’s neck. “On the bright side, you’ve been puking for, like, an hour. There can’t be much left.”

Cas, the dramatic bastard, nearly brains himself on the toilet seat with the force of his next hurl.

HOMEMADE DINNER

After the disastrous fancy restaurant and B&B, a homemade dinner has to be the way to go. They’ll be in their own goddamn house - that has to cut down on the number of things that can go wrong.

Dean spends a whole week deliberating on what to make. He could do his usual burgers and fries routine, Cas’s favorite, but it should be special.

He settles on beef wellington. Pie for beef!

It’s a bitch to make - both because puff pastry from scratch is no joke, and hiding his first experiments from Cas means inventing increasingly convoluted reasons to get him out of the house. And, sure, every Youtube chef and Great British Bake off contestant has said store-bought puff pastry is fine, but Dean doesn’t want fine, he needs perfect.

Dean picks a day when Cas has Model UN afterschool. It’s in the middle of the week, but at least Cas is guaranteed out of the house until six at night.

By 5:58, Dean is ready. The Wellington is cooling on the counter; the red wine has been breathing (whatever the hell that does) for the better part of an hour; and he’s showered and made himself presentable.

His phone pings at six pm on the dot.

Heart sinking with foreboding, Dean taps the screen.

Cas 6:00 I’m going to be late for dinner. There was an accident with chemistry club a few minutes ago. The building had to be evacuated.

Dean 6:00 Are you OK?

Dean takes a moment to hammer the heel of his hand against his forehead. One fucking break. That’s all he’s asking for. One goddamn evening to go right.

Cas 6:00 Yes, and the kids are too. They’re airing out the halls now, but we won’t be let in for another half hour.

Dean picks up the wine with the hand not holding his phone.

Dean 6:01 What time do you think you’ll be home?

Cas 6:01 7:30 maybe? I’ll keep you updated.

Dean swigs back a gulp straight from the bottle before he can answer. Fuck this.

Dean 6:02 Great! I’ll order pizza when you’re on your way back

Cas 6:02 Meatlovers?

Dean 6:02 Unless you’d like something else

Cas 6:02 No thank you :)

Dean flips on a recorded Jeopardy! episode as he cleans up the kitchen and texts Charlie. He has a free dinner waiting for her if she can hightail it to his place in the next hour and never speak of it again.

HOMEMADE DINNER #2

If Dean is anything, he’s stubborn. John Winchester raised no quitter. Try, try, and try again. And try a fourth time, when the first three go sideways.

Burgers, this time. They don’t need a days’ worth of prep. And they’ll go over well.

“Dig in,” Dean says as he sets the plate down in front of Cas.

“This looks delicious, Dean,” Cas says sincerely as he picks up his burger.

Dean waits, and he can see the moment Cas tastes the molten cheese stuffed in the middle of the patty. His eyes go wide with surprise.

“Like it?”

Cas nods vigorously and inhales the rest of his burger in record time.

“There’s enough for us to have thirds,” Dean says smugly.

Cas smears ketchup all over patty number two, and beams at him. “These make me very happy.”

Dean laughs. “That’s the goal-”

Cas’s phone rings.

Dean falters.

Cas stares at him expectantly, waiting for Dean to continue.

“You should get that,” Dean says, his shoulders slumping as he sets his burger down. It’s probably a bad sign he was already half-expecting things to go south. “It’s probably important, or whoever it is would’ve texted.”

“We’re in the middle of dinner,” Cas protests even as he reaches in his pocket to pull his phone out. “It’s Claire,” he says, baffled, before he picks up. “Hello?”

Cas sets down his half-eaten burger. He listens, his brows slamming down forbiddingly as Claire’s voice gets louder and louder, but still not loud enough for Dean to make out actual words. Silently, Cas takes his napkin off his lap and pushes his half-empty beer in Dean’s direction. Finally Cas says, “Yes, of course, Claire.”

Dean frowns as Cas lifts his gaze up to meet his. “Jimmy and Amelia?” he mouths.

Cas shakes his head, speaking into his phone, “Does Kaia need a pick up from the hospital?”

Dean goes cold. Kaia was actually one of his favorite students. While she was in his class, she won a Scholastic Gold Key and honorable mention for two of her horror novellas and always did the reading. But Dean and Cas haven’t seen her since she broke up with Claire the summer before college.

“Is she okay?” Dean asks quietly.

Cas’s mouth thins. He gives a short nod.

Dean sighs and picks up the plate uneaten burgers. He can probably reheat the patties. The fries won’t keep, though, so he leaves the plate in front of Cas. He shoves a few in his mouth and gets to his feet.

He’s halfway through cleaning the frying pan when Cas gets off the phone with Claire.

“Are you heading out?” Dean asks gruffly while he gives the iron a particularly hard scrub.

“Yes,” Cas rumbles as he wraps an arm around Dean’s waist. “I’m sorry to cut dinner short.”

“Hey, it’s Kaia. ’Course we gotta help.” Dean forces an understanding smile on his face. “I’ll make up the couch while you pick her up?”

Cas squeezes him gently before moving away. “Thank you.”

“You got time for the cliff notes on what happened? Why’d you get the call?”

Cas leans against the counter next to the sink. “Kaia was in a car accident. She’s a little banged up, but mostly fine. A few bruised ribs and a possible concussion.” He shakes his head, disbelieving. “You know Kaia was never especially close with her foster family, so Claire got the emergency call.”

“Huh.” Dean grabs a plate to clean. “It’s been two years since the split.”

Cas shrugs. “I’m not sure what their situation is. I know Claire was surprised. She’s already in her car, and she should be here by midnight. Hopefully she recognizes Kaia’s injuries,” he frowns, “and they won’t try any… any ‘hanky panky’ tonight.”

Dean laughs, and if it’s slightly higher than normal, Cas doesn’t seem to pick up on it. He grabs Cas and kisses him square on the mouth. “You are ridiculous. Nobody says hanky panky. What the hell is wrong with you?”

Cas scowls. “They have to be well past kissing at this point.”

Dean snorts a laugh. “Yeah, that ship has long sailed, dude.”

Cas throws his hands in the air. “We don’t have enough sleeping surfaces to separate them.”

Dean sets the dirty plate down to face Cas fully. “Do you really think they’ll get back together? Kaia broke Claire’s heart not too long ago.”

Cas throws him a look like he wonders where the hell Dean’s logical brain has flown to. “Are you asking if I think couples can get back together after a harrowing break up?”

“… no.”

Cas shakes his head ruefully. “You’re more like Claire than I ever was, and you took me back.”

“Huh,” Dean wipes his hands off on a dishtowel, “you might have something there.”

“You do call me the smart one,” Cas says as he pushes off the counter and heads to the doorway. “It has been known to happen.”

“Smartass,” Dean corrects loudly as Cas grabs his coat and keys.

“Semantics.” Cas doubles back to kiss Dean a proper goodbye, and it’s just as electric as it was when they were seventeen. Cas tastes like Dean’s cooking, and he’s been letting his stubble grow out, the short hairs rasping against Dean’s palm as he cups Cas’s cheek.

“I love you, Dean,” Cas says as he draws away.

Dean grins. “I know.”

Cas huffs an almost-laugh as he heads back towards the door. “Now who’s the smartass?”

IN BED

Cas, the son of a bitch, falls asleep before Dean can wring out a second orgasm out of him. Such a godamn shame. Just goes to show, they really aren’t teenagers anymore. At least Dean got to use the new vibrator he bought for the occasion and the edible panties.

Dean flops back in bed. Maybe he should put the proposals on pause. Clearly, marriage isn’t in the cards. He can be a bit dense when it comes to Cas and him, but there’s dense and there’s denial.

It’s been two and a half months. Five proposal attempts. They’re nearly halfway through October, and he’s no closer to getting a ring on Cas’s finger than he was in late August, sweating bullets in that stupid fancy restaurant.

He can’t keep planning and failing to propose to Cas every other week. One, he can’t handle the stress and constant brainstorming. And B, he’s way behind in writing college recommendations and grading his freshman’s essays on Animal Farm.

Cas isn’t going anywhere. Dean isn’t going anywhere. So Dean can cool the proposals for now and start fresh in January.

SCHOOL ASSEMBLY

“I hate these,” Dean mutters to Benny. He frowns across the top rows of the bleachers where the seniors are supposed to sit. There are a few notable faces missing, but nobody that belongs to Dean’s homeroom, so he couldn’t give less of a shit. Below them, sit most of the juniors, and pretty much all of the sophomores and freshmen.

“It’s thirty minutes, brother,” Benny says, patting his arm. “You’ll live.”

“Shows what you know,” Dean grumbles back as Jody strides to the middle of the gym, microphone in hand. He asks Benny, “Do you know what this one’s about? Bullying? Cliques? Hugs not drugs?”

Benny shakes his head.

Jody sighs loudly into the mike. Clearly, she wants to be here just as much as he does. “Thank you all for coming,” she starts like any of them had a real choice. “First things first, Halloween is in two days, and while costumes are allowed and encouraged, don’t be racist.” She grimaces. “God help me, I don’t know why I still have to say that. If you are unsure if your costume is racist, it probably is. Wear something else. Secondly…”

Dean tunes her out. Instead, he scans the bleachers again, this time looking for Cas. He should be with the other sophomore homeroom teachers, but there’s no sign of him. Dean frowns. He can’t remember the last time Cas played hooky. And never without Dean. Dick move, Cas.

Movement at the edge of the gym catches Dean’s eye, and he watches, puzzled, as two students roll out one of the old projectors. The overhead lights turn off.

Is Jody seriously going to make him sit through a slide show? They’re wasting a prefectly good Friday morning on a goddamn PowerPoint?

The projector flips on, and the first photo is… of Dean.

What the fuck? His mouth drops open in horror. In the picture, he’s in his junior year of high school - he can tell from the hair - with a bunch of people he hasn’t seen in fifteen years. Plus Cas, who’s at the next table over in the cafeteria, head bowed over a book and slightly out of focus.

There’s a click, and text scrawls along the bottom of the screen, Destiel Met in Edlund High School Fifteen Years Ago!

The projector flips to the next photo, this time showing Dean’s senior yearbook picture.

More than a handful of students peer excitedly in his direction, undoubtedly hoping for a reaction.

Scowling, Dean cranes his neck to search the crowd for Charlie’s flaming red hair. She’s the only one who refers to the two of them as “Destiel”. Everyone else uses their names like sane people.

But the projector clicks to a photo of Cas, and Dean can’t help getting distracted. In the picture, Cas is alone at a table in the library. God, he was cute back then. His cheeks were a little fuller, and his hair was curlier. He still had the same intense blue-eyed stare, though. Patented Cas.

It all started with a tutoring session. Young Mr. W needed help in Latin, and our future Latin teacher, Mr. N, was up to the task!

Dean is going to kill Charlie. He tries to get to his feet - maybe she’s hiding behind Jo or something. But Benny’s hand grips his upper arm, holding him in place. “Don’t,” Benny says softly.

“What?” Dean demands as he tries to shake Benny off and fails. “Do you know what the hell is going on?”

“Stay.” The corners of Benny’s mouth twitch like he’s fighting a smile. “Watch.”

Dean huffs a breath and turns back around. If it was anyone else, Jo or Charlie, he wouldn’t trust a word out of their mouths. Benny, though, he’s not the type to make Dean sit through this without a good reason.

But that’s all ancient history. Destiel really got started five years ago, in this very gym.

The projector shows a picture of their class reunion, when Dean met Cas after ten years of no contact. They’re standing pretty close together (but that doesn’t mean much with Castiel What-Is-Personal-Space Novak), and they appear deep in conversation.

Since then, they have been inseparable.

Dean and Cas at a softball game. Dean and Cas at homecoming. Dean and Cas at GSA’s pride party.

Here’s to fifteen more years of Destiel!

The students clap and cheer with more than a few laughs.

Musical Interlude! flashes in front of a picture of Dean playing guitar to a group of pajama-clad students at last year’s Senior Lock-In.

The lights flip back on, and Dean blinks as his eyes adjust. By the time the spots have cleared from his vision, the projector has been wheeled away, leaving the main floor of the gym empty.

A staticky crackle echoes around the gym. And - is that Def Leppard playing on the speakers?

As the intro to Rock of Ages plays, the cheerleading team troops out from the locker rooms.

They start a routine Dean’s never seen before. To Rock of fucking Ages.

The cheerleaders sings along with Joe Elliot, “What do you want?”

Dean’s mouth falls open as the entire high school chants back, “I want rock and roll. Long live rock and roll!”

By the time they get to the “Rock of Ages” chant, all the students are on their feet, clapping along with the beat and cheering.

The song dies down soon after, and Dean, a broad smile on his face, turns to Benny. “I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I dig it.”

Benny laughs. “Good. He’ll be pleased.”

Dean’s just about to ask who he is (he’s 99% he knows), when Cas walks out from behind the bleachers.

Cas takes the microphone from Jody. He coughs nervously, waiting for the students to settle back down. “Thank you,” he says to the cheerleading team. “That was... awesome.” He glances up at the assembled students and teachers. “Dean-” he pauses as the cheers and clapping start up in earnest “-can you please come down here?”

But Dean’s frozen to the spot.

Benny gives him a not-so-light jab with his elbow. “Go on.”

Dean shakily gets to his feet and makes his way to the gym floor, and he swears his legs are about to give out from under him.

“Alright, you got my attention,” Dean says with forced bravado. “What’s up, Cas?”

The students hoot and holler.

Cas reddens as they die down again. Clutching the microphone in a death grip, he says, “Dean, we have been together for a number of years.”

Dean grins, a wonderful, all-consuming giddiness filling him the longer he stands in front of Cas. “I know, dude. I was there.”

The students laugh and someone, probably Jo, wolf whistles.

Cas swallows. “I wanted to do this here, where we first met, where you first asked me out on a date, where we had our first kiss.”

“Don’t tell ‘em about all our firsts on school property,” Dean says in a stage-whisper, “or Jody’s gonna have an aneurysm.”

Over a fresh round of student laughter, Jody puts her head in her hands. Donna, the school guidance counselor, pats her a few times on the back.

“Dean Winchester,” Cas says, and, shit, his hands are shaking. “I have loved you for more than half my life, and I look forward to far more than fifteen years by your side. Will you marry me?’

Dean’s not stupid. He had a strong hunch, ever since Rock of Ages played - aka the cassette he put in the Impala the first time he took Cas for a drive fifteen years and a lifetime ago - that this was what Cas was leading up to.

He’s mostly surprised Cas had the guts to pop the question this way. There was a reason Dean tried to keep his proposal plans mostly to the two of them. One of them is practically a social hermit, and it’s sure as shit not Dean.

“Just say yes, jerk!”

Dean spins around, nearly tripping over his own feet in surprise. Fuck, that’s Sam. His giant of a brother is hovering right outside the gym’s double doors, beaming at the pair of them. Claire gives a little wave from where she’s half-hiding behind him.

Dean turns back to Cas. He can’t think about Sam right now. Or Claire. Or the five hundred students with their eyes on them.

Only Cas.

“Cas,” he says, and it feels like the whole room is holding their collective breath, none more so than Cas, who looks like he’s about to pass out. “Man, I’ve loved you since I was seventeen. Of course I’ll marry you.”

Cas lets out a shaky exhale of relief, and Dean laughs. He takes the microphone from Cas’s now slack grip, steps all the way into Cas’s personal space, and kisses him.

The cheers from the assembled students are nearly deafening.

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Soul For A Soul.

A/N; Been working on this one for a while now. Also, why do I write the sad shit?

Words; 3.4k

Pairings; Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Platonic!Reader.

GIF not mine.

"You stay safe and you make sure you're careful out there."

"We're going to collect a stone, Steve. There's not a lot that can go wrong."

"Anything could go wrong, Y/N."

"You listen to the Capsicle, Squirt." Tony said in passing.

"We don't have time to talk about this... I'll be safe and do what's right if you promise me you'll do the same. Deal?"

The light hit Steve Rogers face at such a beautiful angle as you looked up at him, taking in his features as though you had never done so before. You smiled watching as he raised a brow at you before he nodded, muttering out that he was happy with your deal.

Time travel. Never in a million years would you have thought you'd be minutes away from time traveling. As a little girl you had read stories about time travelling, watched films about it too. The world could say what they liked about Tony Stark. The words that labelled him was nothing compared to just how much of a genius he actually was. His mind truly was something else. Sure, you had a piece of that but Tony was a hero to you before he was to anyone else.

As you walked beside Steve to the podium that would be centre stage for the actual travelling, you couldn't help but twist your arms around, liking the feeling of the matching suit you all wore.

Quantum Suits, Tony and Bruce had called them. They were made of fabric that would protect you all from the Quantum realm you were minute from travelling through. Under the suits themselves were different uniforms depending on the person and who was going where.

You walked behind Nat, moving up onto the podium and standing on the outside, facing inwards. A large hand gripped yours as you grinned at Steve, finding it difficult to hold your excitement in. You were one of the fist people to partake in time travel and you'd be dammed if you tried to hide your excitement.

When everyone was in place, Steve spoke up. "Five years ago, we lost." He began, squeezing your hand gently. "All of us... We lost friends, we lost family, we lost a part of ourselves. Today, we have a chance to take it all back. You know your teams. You know your missions. Get the stones, get them back. One round trip each... No mistakes, no do-overs. Most of us are going somewhere we know, that doesn't mean we should know what to expect. Be carful, look out for each other. This is the fight of our life's."

"And we're gonna win." Tony added on.

"Whatever it takes." You whispered, raising a soft brow at Steve who nodded.

"Good luck."

You released Steve's hand, moving to slide across the platform in order to insure that you weren't touching anyone. You breathed out, intaking a fresh breath of air as Bruce moved away from the keyboard and back onto the platform. "Trackers engaged." He informed everyone, fiddling with the control panel on his arm.

"This is gonna be so cool." You squealed out, unable to contain your excitement as Scott agreed, looking far to happy to be among the first to partake in time travel as well. ”Tony, I know I’ve given you shit for many, many years but this is the coolest thing you’ve done for me."

The others chuckled, shaking their heads as the platform hummed to life and began to whirl, light filling up the air from the ground. A Helmet encased your head in nano-seconds as you looked around, taking in the faces of the team you were so proud of.

You looked down and watched as the floor began to open beneath your feet, an overwhelming surge of pressure filled every part of your body as it dragged you down.

A blink. That was all it took before you were filled with pressure once more and collapsed to the ground, breathing deeper than you ever had before. Your helmet retracted, giving you the fresh air you so desperately needed.

"Y/N, you good?" Rhodey asked, breathing deeper than he usually would himself.

"I'm... Fine." You muttered, allowing the man to help you to your feet. "We... Are legit in two thousand and fourteen right now." You gazed up at the sky in awe. "I wonder what I was doing right now."

"With Steve, fu-"

"Lets not finish that." Rhodey rolled his eyes.

Natasha snorted, watching while you raised a brow at her with a small head tilt. "Filthy." She muttered to you, laughing along when you did.

"I can still hear you both!" Rhodey all but shouted out as the two of you fell silent. "And do you mind, we're kind of busy over here."

"Can you hurry it up?" You whined. He didn't reply as he continued directing Nebula in lowering the Benatar safely to the ground.

The four of you, along with Rockets shrunken ship had been sent to the planet Morag which was located in the Andromeda galaxy. Nebula and Rhodey would be retrieving the power stone on the planet while you and Nat would be taking the Benatar to Vormir and collect the soul stone.

Once the ship was on solid ground and ready, you and Nat bid a farewell and good luck to Nebula and Rhodey and climbed aborted the Benatar.

With coordinates set for planet Vormir, the two of you set off for the soul stone.

”I’m telling you Nat, if I would've known we’d have to walk the length of a fucking planet and then climb the worlds biggest mountain, I would’ve went with Banner.” You huffed, ignoring Natasha as she laughed.

”Here.” The red head spoke, handing over her water bottle she had just drunk from as she took a few deep breaths. "Can't be to far, right? Nebula said to climb the tallest mountain. There can't be much further to go." She said, looking up and eyeing the arched structure that seemed to stop around fifteen feet above them.

You shrugged and took a few sips of the water she had offered, taking a small break from the long climb. The mountain in which you were steadily climbing was rocky and slippery which left little to no grip. On numerous occasions you had to stop yourself from falling.

The mountain itself was located almost as soon as you had entered the atmosphere. Nebula had said the tallest one which left little to no doubt to which one it was they had to climb as every other mountain was barely half the size.

"Come on, Y/N." Natasha sighed, looking like she had caught enough of her breath to carry on. "We're on the clock."

You nodded, capping the bottle and handing It back to her. With a deep intake of breath, you followed after her, mindful of the incline and the wetness of the rocks.

What felt to you like an hour but was closer to four minutes later, Nat came to a sudden stop which caused you to narrowly miss running into her back as you forced yourself to a stop, holding your hands out in order to balance yourself against the ground that threatened to send you tumbling all the way back down.

"Nat, what the he-" You cut yourself of with a foreign noise that slipped out before you could contain it as you took a look over Natasha's shoulder.

"Welcome." The dark, ghostly figure spoke, hovering above the ground in a patch of darkness. "Natasha. Daughter of Ivan. Y/N. Daughter of Howard."

"Who are you?" Natasha demanded rather than asked, raising her gun and pointing it at the figure while you stared in bewilderment.

"Consider me... A guide." He answered in the same tone, seemingly not threatened by Natasha's gun. "To you... And to all who seek the Soul Stone."

"Oh, good!" You exclaimed, moving around Natasha and raising a brow at the figure. "If you could just tell us where it is, we'll be on our way out of here in no time."

"Oh, my dear... If only-" He moved forward out of the darkness he was surrounded in. "It were that easy."

Silence.

You side-eyed Natasha, wondering if you were seeing the man clearly. When the smallest twitch in her eye caught your own, you knew she was seeing what you were seeing. You watched intently as he drifted over towards the edge of the cliff, darkness moving around him as he did so. You blamed your brother for what fell out of your mouth next. "Wow... What's up with your face? It looks like you've had a bad day with a juicer."

He seemed to ignore your words as her turned, setting his beady eyes on the two of you. "What you so desperately seek lies in front of you." Slower than you had moved before, you walked beside Nat to where he stood and took a look over the cliff edge. To slip and fall off would be a long drop. It was far, and all you could really make out was different shades of purpled. "As does what you fear." Yeah, It’s a really long drop.

"The stones down there." Natasha mumbled, loud enough for you to hear what she had said clearly.

You looked to Natasha who looked suddenly so upset with what he had told them. You eyes drifted over to the red face, raising a brow at the skull-like features he had. When he said nothing to indicate that he was lying, you huffed.

"The stones down there?" You all but whined out, rolling your eyes. "We spend how ever long climbing this stupid mountain and the stones been down there this whole time? That's what you're telling us right now, Skull face?"

"The stone is down there... For one of you." He answered, his cloak continuing to flow beneath where he hovered a few inches above the rocky ground. "For the other... In order to take the stone... You must lose that which you love. An everlasting exchange... A soul for a soul."

"Well, shit." You muttered, sighing slightly as you tilted your head down at the ground.

Natasha moved back from the edge, locating a small log lick rock and taking a seat on it while you moved over to the left and slid down the rocky wall, crossing your legs and resting your chin on your hands.

"Cons and pros." You murmured to yourself. "Cons and pros."

Twenty-three minutes and sixteen seconds of silence passed by as the two of you sat on opposite ends of the mountain and though you tried not to, you found yourself thinking over your life.

Growing up a Stark had not been easy. You were always living in your fathers shadow, a man you could not remember as he had died when you were a baby. Your mother had also passed which left you in the less then capable hands of your brother, one Antony Stark. Being particularly young himself when your parents had died he was less then happy to spend his weekends looking after a kid rather than out partying like he had done before the two of you were orphaned.

You were forever thankful that Tony had stepped up, taught you everything you needed to know and more. You were who you were because of him and though you had never thanked him outright, you knew that deep down, he knew how grateful you were to him. Which gave you the nerve to feel the way you felt. It was simple to work out what Skull face was getting at. One of you would have to go over the cliff. If you could give Tony back the people the world had lost... Peter... It would all be worth it.

Steven Rogers was a different story, however. He would be heartbroken, he would hate you for a while but deep down, you knew he could never hate you. What he was loosing in love he was gaining in family. Bucky, Sam, Wanda... He would get his family back and while, sure, he'd loose you. He'd still have your love in his heart. He'd never be without it.

"Nat?" You called out, your voice travelling in the wind as she raised a brow, continuing to stare ahead. "How do we know he isn't lying?" You found yourself asking half-heartedly. You knew he wasn't lying. Why would he?

"I don't thin so, Y/N." She answered, her voice void of emotion. "He knew my father's name."

"He knew mine too?" You raised a brow. "What of it."

"I never knew my father." Nat admitted, looking over at you. "Thanos left this place with the stone... Without his daughter. That's not a coincidence."

"Whatever it takes." You whispered, remembering the three words you had said to Steve before you left. You stood up on shaky legs, moving slowly towards the middle of the cliff and eyed the purple and red sky.

"Whatever it takes." Natasha repeated, pushing herself up to come and stand beside you looking suddenly very solemn. "Y/N, if we don't get that stone... Billions of people stay dead."

"Mhm…" You muttered, tilting your head at the beauty that was the sky. "For being a planet of death... It's very pretty. I suppose we both know who it's gotta be then." You hummed, taking a deep breath in order to feel the freshness of the foreign air. You smiled, turning to look at Natasha who looked very solemn herself. You're eyes narrowed as you looked at her. "Yeah... I wasn't gonna say anything... But, I think we mean different people."

"I've thought it over... Look, for the last five years, I've been trying to do one thing. Get to right here." Natasha looked like what she was saying was gonna be final. "That's all it's been about. Bringing everybody back."

"You think either of us want to do this right now?"

"You're not. I am." Natasha said, turning to face you full on. "I'm saving your life. You've got people to get ba-"

"So do you!" You exclaimed, turning to face her as you seethed almost. "You're not copping out, Natasha. You have unfinished business to attend to."

"I'm not letting you do this, Stark."

"Okay." You whispered, smiling through the water that filled your eyes. "You win, Nat." You reached out with both hands, gripping her face and pulling her towards you. Her arms wrapped around your waist as yours slid down and over her shoulders. You turned your face, your trembling lips pressing against her temple as you squeezed your eyes shut. "Tell Steve and my brother I love them."

You felt the read head tense just as your left hand was encased in cold metal as the nano-tech covered your wrist as well. Just as she was about to pull away harshly, you pressed your hand flat against her back and sent a bolt of electricity through her. She stiffened on the spot as her legs gave out beneath her. Quicker than a blink, you had lowered her safely to the ground and spun on your feet, sprinting towards the edge of the cliff.

You were airborne for a split second as you went over the cliff. However, before you could feel the cold wind around you, your body crashed into the sharp rocks that were sticking out the side of the cliff as you hissed, yelling out in pain.

You're eyes shot up as you saw Natasha's red face, her eyes dripping tears you had hardly seen before as one fell to land on your cheek. Her hand gripped yours tightly as she lay flat on the cliff-top, stopping you from falling and further. "G-Give me y-your hand!" She stuttered out, her voice thick with emotion. "Give m-me your h-hand, Y/N Stark!"

"Nat, nat... Natasha!" You called out, stopping her from demanding that you grip her tightly as you let out a small sob. "Please! Let me go."

"Y-You can't t-take this c-chance away from me!" She shouted, openly sobbing for the first time in her life. "It's supposed t-to be m-me!"

"You go back there with the stone, you bring everyone back and you continue looking after the world. That's who you are and that's who you're going to be. They need you... Now let me go!" You shouted, not wanting to prolong the torture of dangling above your destiny.

"They need you more!" She screamed, trying to reach out further in order to get a better grip on you. "T-Tony and S-Steve, they'll n-never f-forgive you!"

"Then so be it." You whispered, raising your legs and placing them against the cliff wall. "Knowing I kept you alive is enough for me. I love you, Natasha. Save them." You squeezed your eyes closed, forced your legs off against the cliff and pulled your arm sharply out of her grasp.

Natasha Romanoff's scream filled your ears as it grew quieter and quieter. Your eyes opened on their own accord to see that you were falling. Your perception of time non-existent, everything slowed down until there was nothing, only you and the sky above, the sky that seemed to swallow you whole. Your hand reached out, kissing the sky as the coldness of the air bit at your exposed skin. Everything was a blur, a blur that swirled out of existence. Free in the air, you smiled, closed your eyes and surrendered yourself to the fate you knew was coming.

The world rushed by in a blur and you know the pain was coming. It goes by fast, yet slow, almost suspended. Then... Impact.

Natasha Romanoff collapsed to the ground, chocking out in almost hysterical breaths. Her eyesight was blurry, from the onslaught of tears or the bright lights that were dying down, she couldn't be entirely sure. She sobbed openly, her hand clenching the yellow stone she so desperately wanted to throw away.

She heard a few happy cheers go round at the fact they had succeeded in collecting the stones and travelling through time. She blocked the noise out, wanting to scream and shout at them. How dare they celebrate all they had gained when they had lost a part of them in doing so. It was then that she rationalised... They didn't know the loss. They had no clue.

They were yet to feel the pain she was feeling. As though someone had reached into her chest and ripped her heart out against her will. It was as she was in the middle of chocking on a particularly large wave of tears that someone finally took notice of the read head on the ground, trying to grip the floor as though she so desperately needed to anchor herself.

"Nat?" Someone called out.

She felt her suit retract around her as she shook her head, trying to contain her heartache that felt to much like she was dying.

"Nat?" Someone else called.

Natasha turned her right hand against the floor, her palm stuttering open and she glared down at the stone, watching as one of her tears fell to land on it.

"Nat?" It was Tony who had called her last, kneeling down as he gripped her shoulder. She could feel the way her hand shook from the small amount of contact. "Where's Y/N? Nat, where's my sister?" Natasha slowly lifted her head, her eyes focusing on Steve who stood with furrowed brows a few feet from them before she looked at Tony who seemed to, deep down, know where his sister was.

Nebula was the one to speak what had happened into the air as a series of shouts rang out. Thor was trying to justify that time travel worked and they had the stones so they could bring her back while Bruce was demanding to know why she had been allowed to go to Vormir. Steve had lowered himself to the ground, resting his head in his hands as his shoulder shook.

Tony Stark, big brother and guardian looked into Natasha's eyes once more and prayed for a miracle. "Where's my sister?"

"A soul for a soul." Natasha whispered.

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thinking about bill and tiger going on a winter road trip around the rural parts of europe. they take turns driving and eat at awful for you restaurants, go to all the cheesy tourist attractions, and a spontaneous mini golf sesh because tiger made a bet she could beat him. and once they get to their first stop, he goes in for a sweet kiss once they’re settled, but it naturally progresses into something more intimate. soft gasps, little giggles when he accidentally tickles her, and they have sex to the sound of the fireplace cracking.... brb gonna cry for a bit -🧚‍♀️

Ohhhhh bullseye, baby.

I don’t know if it’s just my Canadian side talking--we’re basically just a few chromosomes away from being polar bears--but there is something deeply engrained in me, something that really loves the winter. I am an autumn girl through and through, but something about winter is just...undeniably magical. Yes, sometimes it’s awful--the road conditions, the slippery sidewalks, the -40C, the 8 feet of snow that gets dumped on us weekly. But there’s also such a mysticism to it, a uniqueness, a lovely and serene quality.

There is the way that the bright snow illuminates a dark night--soft blankets just coating everything. It’s the way that it somehow makes everything much more quiet--most who have experienced cold winters can tell you that there is indeed silence that most of us associate with only the winter months, when the snow just seems to insulate everything and block out all echoes. A peacefulness. There’s the bright winter sky that is somehow just impossibly blue, a blue that you only see in January or February, and usually when the temperatures drop to insufferable degrees that no human should live through. The coldest days bring the brightest skies, and it’s a blue I’ve never seen anywhere else in the world. It’s the different kinds of snow that fall--soft and powdery, the type you want to just pelt at each other, or heavy and wet--the perfect kind for making a snowman.

Bill said a few years ago that the winters in Toronto were the coldest he had ever felt, and I felt some weird Canadian pride that we had successfully beaten a Nordic man into wintery submission. To boot--Toronto ain’t even all that cold compared to our prairie brethren. I wonder if he’s ever visited Landon in February.

In any case, despite its tribulations, winter holds a special place in my heart--and winter in Europe? Oh man. The November/December trip I took to Oslo and Copenhagen two years ago was the prettiest thing I had ever seen--Europe does cozy winter right. Everything is warm drinks, big knits, patios outside with heating lamps, blankets on chairs. It’s beautiful.

And maybe this trip is kind of her dream--but listen, for non-Europeans, driving in Europe can be terrifying, you know? I nearly get killed when I just try to cross the street on foot, let alone attempting to drive. But Bill grew up in these countries, traveled all over ‘em, and he’s more than fine with driving. Maybe he doesn’t even tell tiger the plan--he has a rough outline, but he keeps it secret. Tiger just thinks it’s the greatest thing, hitting the road in Europe with her big dude. He drives everywhere, confident and calm, through snowy mountains in a nice car, holding her hand. Maybe they start in France, drive on over to Switzerland. He rents a small room in a beautiful log cabin in the Alps, and it’s all fire place and cheese fondue and huge, fur blankets on the bed. They take a fondue tour. They hop on a beautiful scenic train that takes them around the country in a day. They go ice skating (he won’t let her ski, he’s not falling for that again). They drink mulled wine on their outdoor heated patio when they get back, all red noses and huddled together. They absolutely have sex under a blanket in front of the fire place, and it’s intimate and warm, both of their skin glowing in the soft light of the fire. The bed is huge, a big wooden frame complete with four posts, but they sleep glued to each other. He stuffs her silly, full of melty cheese fondue and raclette.

Maybe they head to Austria from there, he brings her to all the small pastry shops he knows of. He takes her prancing through the famous garden, takes her on a hot chocolate tour, gets enough chocolate snacks for the road. He brings her to Mozart’s house, introduces her to her first Mozartkugel, and he has to forbid her from eating anymore wiener schnitzel because she almost made herself sick. Maybe if it’s around Christmas time, he takes her to a few Christmas markets.

Then they head up to Germany, the whole time locked in an intense debate about glugg versus gluhwein--tiger can’t tell the difference, she just likes both but it’s very important, kid--maybe Bill has to stop along a few roads, let a herd of mountain goats go by. Even the ROADS are pretty in Europe. They stop for snacks in roadside restaurants and shacks, and god even the small motels along the way from country to country are just so beautiful. He takes her to all the German Christmas markets, hosts an elaborate mulled wine tasting (see tiger? glugg is so much better), feeds her bratwursts. Tiger is amazed that Bill can literally down an entire 1L stein of beer in just a few gulps, along with a pretzel the size of his face. In fact, maybe this time it’s tiger that has to intervene--Bill had 4 pretzels in a row and as he went for a fifth, she yanked him the other way. Got him a sausage on a stick instead, because somehow that’s better.

They head up to Scandinavia from there--a quick stop in Denmark, and that is entirely at tiger’s request. Bill’s Swedish side says fuck Denmark. But he takes her shopping on Stroget, tries to get her to properly pronounce stegt flæsk med persillesovs, maybe even takes her for a romantic stroll near Tivoli. Tiger makes the cardinal sin of mentioning that Danish Gløgg is her favourite so far and Bill almost like, smacks the mug out of her hands. They eat aebelskiver, and she laughs when he gets powdered sugar all over his nose. They stay a night or two in a beautiful little inn, before hopping back in the car.

Tiger loves that she’s just not worrying about anything. Bill knows how to gas up in Europe. He knows how the roads work. He knows how to park and read the parking signs. He knows where they can stop and get food, he knows where they can stay--tiger is just in the passenger seat, holding his big hand, and she’s glowing. He gets her a cute winter hat, a warmer pair of mittens when she’s cold. They pick up a few beautiful Christmas ornaments along the way, because the Christmas markets are just too beautiful not to.

They finally end back up in Sweden, but they’re not done yet. Bill drives way north into the countryside, where it’s dark all the time and where you can see the Northern Lights. He knows his way around--he rents a glass igloo for a few nights, gets a ski doo, drives her out to the middle of nowhere and parks it. The Northern Lights light up the entire sky, and tiger swears she’s never seen anything so beautiful in her life. She cries about it--god granny would have loved this. He hugs her and tells her to try to stop--wet tears on cold cheeks is never a good thing.

They sleep that night on their backs, still huddled together, watching the lights dance across the sky. He convinces her to try reindeer the next morning--tiger is a big fan of Christmas and eating reindeer just seems wrong--but it’s a pretty normal thing out there. She hates how much she loves it. And it’s a great way for him to reveal their next destination--none other than Santa Claus’ legit village, in Rovaniemi, Finland. Her squeal is so loud it nearly cracks the glass igloo.

#I love winter #there's no denying it #but also #I was supposed to spend a week in a glass igloo in Rovaniemi this December #it was booked and paid for #and then #obliterated #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble #BFF!Bill #soft bill

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whatareyousearchingfordean · 4 years

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I See You

Summary: Alex hasn’t been feeling quite herself, Dean is there to listen.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Alex, aka me (platonic)

Word Count: 1.5K+

Warnings: Language, angst, talks of anxiety

THIS ONE COULD BE LEGIT TRIGGERING, DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE AT ALL CONCERNED THAT IT MAY NOT BE SAFE FOR YOU.

Author’s Note: Hey guys, I’ve had a really rough couple of days, some of the darkest I have ever seen in myself, so I spit out these words to try and make some sense of my own feelings. It was cathartic and I feel like I’m getting to a place where I can be alright. This is a love letter to myself, so enjoy, or don’t, it is for me ultimately. I figured I would share to remind everyone that we are not alone in our struggles. Special thanks to @waywardbeanie without whom I would not have made it through this hump. Thanks for always being my champion, and of course the gratuitous Jensen photos. Also, this is completely unedited, just rough and raw feelings. xo Alex

The sounds of Dean’s boots hitting the tile of the bunker echoed down the hall as he made his way inside. The hunter wiped the grease from his hands as he stepped into the war room, his eyes going straight to his little brother in front of a computer in the library.

“Hey, Sammy.” Sam hummed a noncommittal reply as Dean came up next to the table. “Still looking for another hunt.”

“Yeah,” Sam sighed. “Nothing out there right now. It’s almost eerily silent.”

Dean nodded to himself. Times like these were rare, but he enjoyed them all the same. Sometimes it was nice to enjoy the silence for a little while. Only there was one thing nagging him today, or rather not nagging him.

“Have you talked to Alex today?” Dean continued to work the oil out from his nails beds, his tongue peeking out between his lips in concentration.

Sam furrowed his brow as he thought, his head cocking as the realization hit him. “No actually, now that you mention it. I haven’t even heard her rummaging around in the kitchen.”

“She was weird when she went to bed last night. Quiet.” Dean commented.

“Alex, quiet?”

“Yeah, when she’s upset.” Dean chewed on his bottom lip. “Except I figured she would just sleep it off. She usually does.” Which was true, Alex was rarely ever in a mood and when she was, like almost every girl he had ever met, all he had to do was feed her or put her to bed. The woman was basically a gremlin but with more complex thoughts.

“Just because we haven’t seen her doesn’t mean anything. You know how much she loves getting lost in all these books.” Sam countered. The younger Winchester ran his fingers through his long brown locks and shrugged off Dean’s obvious worry.

“Nope.” Dean shook his head. “Alex always brings me lunch when I’m working on Baby.”

“Dude, she is not your mother.”

“I know that, Sammy.” Dean wasn’t sure what exactly Sam was trying to insinuate. Dean loved her cooking and if she wanted to make him food, why should he deny her that. Besides, Dean always made sure she ate with him, no matter how much she would insist that she had some other thing to do. “But come on, you said it yourself. This is not like her.”

Dean turned on his heel and hopped down the steps towards their bedrooms. He took a pit stop in the kitchen to wash his hands before continuing down the hall to room twelve. He raised a fist and rapped his knuckles against the heavy wooden door.

“Al,” he called, squinting his eyes as he listened for a response. After a moment of no response, he gritted his teeth. “Okay, I’m coming in.” The hunter turned the knob to the door and let himself in, pushing the door in hesitantly.

Only one of her bedside lamps was on, casting a small orange glow in the corner of the room. There was an Alex sized lump in the center of the bed where she was mostly hidden under the covers. Dean could see the glow of her phone falling over her pillows. She didn’t even stir when the door creaked.

“Really, no sarcastic remark about entering your room?”

The woman who had lain hiding away in her room all day, sighed and locked her phone before sitting up. The covers fell to her waist and the chill of the bunker caused a shiver to run through her. She ran her fingers through her burgundy locks in an attempt to straighten out the rat’s nest that had settled there.

Alex rubbed her eyes, “What’s up Dean?”

He couldn’t help the frown on his face as he took in the distance look in her eye. “Al, are you okay?”

She looked away from his gaze, and off towards the opposite corner of the room as she pulled her knees into her chest. Dean watched her for a moment, her hands rubbing up and down her bare arms. Even in the low light of the bedroom, Dean noticed the way her eyes began to water.

“Oh, sweetheart. Do you want to talk about it?” Dean sat down on the end of her bed, angling his body to face her. Alex shook her head, holding back the full-blown tears threatening to spill down her cheeks. “Okay, well can I just sit with you then?”

The pair of them sat in silence before she could no longer take it. Dean had proved to her that he had no intention of leaving without getting her to talk. As much as she hated sharing the deepest secrets running around in her brain, she also knew talking some of it out would help the anxiety churning in her stomach.

“I don’t know, Dean. I mean half the time I don’t even understand my triggers myself. I just get this… this anxiety bubble that settles in the pit of my stomach.” She gestured about with her hands. “And then my mind just tells me everything wrong with my life.”

“Like?”

The woman scoffed, “Oh you know the usual. You aren’t good enough, your friends only tolerate you, why do you even try.” Alex gripped her hair and tugged at the roots. “And you know what that’s not even the part that gets me. I can work around that.”

“Then what has got you holed up in your room all day?” Dean gripped her wrist and forced her to let go of her hair. He could see her chewing on the inside of her cheek, contemplating her answer.

“It’s just that I had gotten so used to being alone that it had become my new normal. And to be honest, I was okay with that, I had reconciled being alone forever. That’s the type of life we live as hunters.” Her voice had risen as her frustration had. Never before had she ever been this down, and it scared her more than anything. Before she could have at least pretended that she had everything under control, but now things were spiraling and she had nothing to grasp onto to keep from floating away.

“I love you and Sam. You are my family. But being around people is draining me. You two bicker at every given opportunity and not mention are just loud men in general. Then there is Jack who is literally an infant, which you know I can not handle as I have told you multiple times I do not want kids. This place has become...like sensory overload, even on my best days. At the end of the day, I feel like I have no battery left and I can’t recharge overnight. I’ve been running on empty for too long and that has forced me to put up a mask for you two because I didn’t want to lose you. But I can’t do it anymore.” She took a shuddering breath as the tears were breaking free. “I’m just tired, Dean.”

He nodded as he absorbed everything that she was telling him. If Dean knew one thing about Alex, it was that she didn’t let people into that dark side of her. She was always the first person to be there for everyone else in their moment of need and had the tendency to downplay her own struggles if it meant that the attention was not on her. There was nothing that made her more uncomfortable than the attention on her. He had to choose his words carefully.

“Okay, first off, I know you think that you are this pro at putting up a front to hide the person you are inside, but I hate to break it to you, you aren’t. I can see right through that facade. I see when you are hurting and when you are genuinely happy. I see when you want to cry and when you are playful. I see you sweetheart, don’t ever doubt that.”

“Second, don’t ever believe you are better off alone. Just because you had gotten used to it doesn’t mean it is what you deserve. You are a strong, beautiful, and empathetic woman. The world deserves to have you out there. I know for me and Sam, our world has never been brighter than when you came crashing into our lives, literally.” They both chuckled at his reference to her being thrown into Dean at the hunt that brought them into each other’s lives.

“And lastly, all you had to do was tell me. Take a car from the garage and go for a drive if that’s what you need. Spend all day in here mindlessly scrolling through the internet, or dissociating while watching the office for the millionth time. And if you just need me to sit quietly with you, I’ll be there. I know you only have so much in you, but sweetheart, having even only a little of you is worth so much more than none of you.”

“Dean-”

“You don’t have to say anything. Take your time, we will be here when you are ready. Just come back to us, okay?” Alex nodded, the tears flowing freely now. Dean reached over and brushed away a tear with his thumb.

“Now that we have established that, I know you haven’t eaten all day. Are you hungry?” Dean leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead.

“Mmm, I guess I could eat,” she sniffled.

“That's what I thought. But what should we have…” Dean trailed off before leaning over the edge of the bed and plucking an orange box from underneath. “How about your not-so-secret stash of cheez-its?”

Alex’s jaw dropped, having truly thought the boys had no clue about her stash under the bed. The boys always went through a box far too fast and she never got any so now she had learned to buy her own box for safekeeping. “Dean Winchester, you give me those back!” She squealed, the infectious grin on the hunter’s face enough to lighten her heart at that moment for a genuine smile to crack on her tear-stained face. She reached out to snatch the box away from him, only for Dean to pull it out of her reach.

“I don’t think so, we are all out in the pantry and you’ve got my favorite flavor.”

#dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester comfort fic #dean winchester comfort #alex writes #and struggles #mine #I See You

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liliesoftherain · 4 years

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My Hero Academia Main 3 Boys x Reader

Ch.12 Bakugou vs Uraraka

Masterlist

A/N: So this is pretty short, but it’s 2am and I just wanted to get something out! Next update is going to have reader vs tokoyami so get ready y’all! I hope you enjoy, and let me know if you want to be added to the taglist or if I forgot! Like I said, it’s 2am so I’m v tired huns;-;

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“Okay! Let’s see who we’ve got for you next! The sixth match showcases two completely redundant quirks! One is a passionate, manly fighter made of steel! The hero courses class 1-B, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu! Versus! A passionate, manly fighter made of rock! The hero courses 1-A, Eijiro Kirishima!”

“LET’S GO KIRISHIMA! SHOW THIS GUY WHO’S THE BETTER MAN!” You howled in praise to the boy below.

Eijiro gave you a thumbs up from his place in the arena before getting into a fighting stance, running forward as the okay to start was given. You leaned back in your seat, turning to look at Izuku when you noticed the empty seat next to him.

“Is Ochaco getting ready for her match?” You asked him.

“O-oh, uh,” He looked startled, as if you were asking him an answer to a pop quiz, “I assume so. She’s been looking kind of down though.. I think she might be worried about having to fight Kaachan.”

“You think so?” You questioned, even though you did believe that was true.

Even though she was putting on a brave face, you could picture her using it as a front to hide her true feelings. Although you wouldn’t know for sure unless you confronted her.

“It’s possible.. I was thinking of some strategies just now to have Uraraka to best utilize her quick to be able to have a chance to beat him!” He mumbled, flipping through the pages of his burnt notebook.

You could only nod aimlessly as he was whisper-mumbling his plan to you, unsure of when he’d stop.

“Deku,” You cut him off, hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t we go talk to her? You can tell her all about your plan then and we can provide her some support.”

Izuku blushed at the feeling of your warm hand on his, and while he would love nothing more than to do exactly that with you, he knew you were excited to see Kirishima’s match. While that thought made his heart heavy for some reason, he knew he wanted to be a good friend and make sure you weren’t going to do something you would regret.

“A-are you sure you want to go? I mean, you would miss Kirishima’s match..” His shoulders slumped.

“Yeah I’m sure,” You smiled, “Eijiro’s got this in the bag! But, even then I’m sure it’ll be awhile. I mean, look at them.”

You motioned towards the two fighting boys and couldn’t help but laugh.

“They’re so evenly matched it’s scary! They might go on forever at this rate.”

“Well, only if you want to..”

“Of course I want to! I’d like to wish my friend good luck before she starts!”

“R-right!”

The both of you got up and headed towards the second waiting room, walking in silence all the way.

Comfortable silences often reminded you of your home life. Your father, while very loving, was often not very talkative. It was short and sweet, straight to the point. Blunt almost, but in a good way. It was relaxing and you were glad you were able to share this with Izuku while you could.

Izuku, on the other hand, was feeling a little overwhelmed. Not be the fact you weren’t talking, no, more so at that fact your shoulder kept brushing his and he had no clue what to think. He was acting crazy, he knew, but you were a girl.

A pretty girl.

A pretty girl that has warm hands, and a cute smile, and a lovely laugh. A pretty girl who is crazy smart, and has a wild determination, and such strong quirk. A pretty girl with a scary dad as a top pro hero, and you didn’t let that get the better of you. You worked so hard and Izuku couldn’t help but admire you for it. That must be why he felt so nervous around you, yea you were a girl but you were also someone he looked up to. There couldn’t be more to it than that, right?

“Izuku?” You called out to the boy as he continued to walk even after you stopped by the door.

He turned to face you with a shy smile, rubbing the back of his head.

“Whoops, I uh, was lost in thought!”

“You dork, this is the room right?” You questioned, pointing at the door in front, but not really asking for confirmation as you were already going to head inside.

“Yeah,” Izuku looked at the number and his heart stopped, “Oh wait-”

He was too late, you had already opened the door and walked in.

“Hey-Oh it’s you.”

You looked at the person in the room and did a double take, mildly shocked. You weren’t expecting to see him here.

“What the hell are you doing here shitty girl?” Bakugou huffed at you, standing up from his stretches to glare as he didn’t appreciate the interruption.

“Sorry, I thought this was waiting room 2, guess I was wrong!” You laughed, backing out.

“Tch, of course you were wrong dumb ass can’t you read!?” He yelled back.

You ignored his loud shouts as you walked through from where you entered, pausing to look back at him.

“Oh yeah, good luck out there!”

“ I don’t need any luck, I’m going to win dammit!”

“Yeah of course you will, shitty boy.”

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY!?”

You closed the door with a snicker, looking at Izuku who was waiting awkwardly off towards the side.

“Sorry, did you want to say something to him too?”

“N-no, Kaachan wouldn’t like at all.” Izuku sighed.

You grabbed the boys wrist and dragged him quickly along, hoping that you’d get there soon without any more delays.

“He’s a big baby, don’t worry about him. We need to hurry up and get to Ochaco!”

Izuku felt his face heat up at your gentle grip. It was funny, your hands were so soft yet still so rough. Most likely due to your quirk, having light wrap around your hands must not be all that great for keeping them smooth, but that didn’t bother him in the slightest.

All he could do was nod dumbly as he let you pull him around, and couldn’t help but think he wouldn’t mind it if you were always pulling him around like this. Especially if your hand were to be in his instead-

He shook his head of all thoughts as you let go, stopping in front of the correct door this time and opening it. He spotted Uraraka at the table and Iida standing right next to her.

“Hey Ochaco.” you greeted, walking in and standing next to Iida. Who you also greeted once you saw him.

Izuku followed you inside making sure to close the door behind you both and stood right next to you.

“Deku? (y/n)? Why aren’t you guys watching the matches?” Uraraka questioned, a surprised look on her face.

“Well Eijiro’s match is probably going to take a while.” You shrugged.

“And most of them ended how I expected them to, so we figured it was alright to not have to watch the whole thing.” Izuku added.

“We also wanted to wish you luck, how are you feeling?”

“Well this is it, I’m next,” She looked at the table as she squeezed her hands together, “my fight is up.”

“I think you’ll be fine! There is no way Bakugou would use the full power of his explosions on a girl.”

You looked at Iida strangely.

“Why wouldn’t he? Everyone is the same to him, just another person getting in his way. Gender doesn’t matter.”

“She’s right, he definitely wouldn’t care. Everyone is trying to get the top, that includes him.” Izuku agreed with you, a serious look on his face.

“Plus, I accidentally saw him just now, and he looked determined as ever.”

Uraraka made a squeal and you put your hand atop hers.

“You’ll be great no matter what, there’s no need to worry.”

She gave you a look that seemed as if she was trying to smile, but it came out as more of a grimace.

“Listen,” You gave her hand a light squeeze, “my dad told me something like this; the moments you feel this way, unsure or nervous, are the reasons why you have to go for it. You’ll win no matter what, whether you win the match or win the ability to grow and persevere. He said, ‘Let your fear turn into your driving factor, give yourself a reason to fight.’! Because no matter what, we’re all here for you, cheering you on!” You grinned at her, relieved when she smiled a true smile as well.

“You’re right-well, you’re dad’s right too! I know it, it’s just..” She sighed once more as she took her hands from under yours to twirl her fingers together.

“W-well maybe I can help!” Deku chimed in, holding his notebook up for the room to see, “I have a plan on how you can use your quirk to beat Kaachan. It’s not much, but it was the best I could come up with.”

“Hey! Well alright, this is perfect! There’s no way you can lose from a plan from Midoriya!” Iida gave a thumbs up, a dorky grin on his face.

It was almost unnerving to see such a smile, but you had to say it was a nice change.

“Thank you for doing that for me Deku, but no thanks, sorry.”

“Huh?” The boys, and you, made a noise of shock.

“You’re wonderful Deku.. I see that, over and over again. I know that during the cavalry battle I said it was good to team up with friends, but I might have just been relying on you too much. Which is why when the others said they were trying their best to beat you, I felt kind of embarrassed for myself..”

“Uraraka.” Deku whispered, unsure of what to do at such a confession.

You felt the same way, feeling awkward and a little bothered by the words she said, but you pushed it down and just moved out of the way as she strode past you all, heading towards the door.

“So it’s really fine you guys. Everyone is facing their future and giving this their best, that means we’re all rivals. Iida, (y/n).. Even you and me Deku. So, guess I’ll see you in the finals.”

She was shaking, and it wasn’t hard to spot the wavering and almost fake grin on her face. She was nervous, and she had every right to be, but as long as she was facing her challenges you couldn’t ask for anything more for her.

“While we’re waiting for Tetsutetsu and Kirishima to recover, why don’t we move on to the next match?”

“Well then good luck! You’ll win this for sure!” You grinned enthusiastically, hoping a bright smile would help.

She only nodded back before leaving you three in the waiting room alone. You looked at the boys who shared a worried look with you.

“We shouldn’t worry, Ochaco is smart. She can handle whatever Bakugou throws at her.”

“Yes, we should believe in her capabilities in this situation.” Iida agreed, sighing out as he also followed the path out the door.

“Well, we should get going back to the seats.” Izuku muttered.

The three of you went back to the stands, taking your seats in the front row once more as the two walked onto the arena.

“The 8th and final battle in the first round of matches! He’s kind of a hotshot, and just look at that determined face! From 1-A’s hero course, it’s Katsuki Bakugou! Versus! The underdog here, also from 1-A’s hero course, Ochaco Uraraka! Let the 8th match begin!”

The match was the most interesting fight you watched so far, the way they attacked each other at full force was a sight no one wanted to miss. You always new Bakugou was a skilled fighter, he always has been. But Uraraka wasn’t backing down. She ran head first for him, sort of following the plan Izuku had thought of even if she hadn’t heard it herself. But as soon as she went to touch her, he blasted her back.

The rest of the match didn’t let up on the excitement, there were plenty of moments were it looked like Ochaco was going to get the upper hand and come out on top, Bakugou’s relentless attacks didn’t allow it. However, the crowd began to boo him for it, and you felt yourself grow angry. Didn’t they see what was going on? Couldn’t they tell he wasn’t fooling around, that he was proving he saw her as an actual threat?

Also, couldn’t they see what was floating right over their heads?

“The crowd is booing Bakugou!”

“Who was the man that started this uproar? Are you a pro? Because if you’re being serious, you can go home and hang up that cape. I’d suggest looking for a different career.”

“Anyone know what he’s talking about?” Izuku asked.

“Are you kidding me?” You questioned in disbelief, “Do you not see it either? Bakugou isn’t being rough to toy with her, he’s acknowledging Ochaco. Plus, look up idiots.”

“Bakugou’s fierceness is an acknowledgement of his opponents strength. He knows that she is deserving of getting this far. So, he’s doing whatever it takes to keep her at bay and make it out on top.”

The boys did as you said and gasped at the sight of the cement floating above, what seemed to be hundreds of them. She quickly released them and as soon as she did, Bakugou aimed for the sky and blew them away. The blast was so large you felt the pressured air from it, making your hair blow behind you harshly.

“Bakugou shows a huge demonstration of power! He blasted Uraraka’s finishing move away and remains unscratched!”

You saw how she froze in mid turn, falling down from the exhaustion. You felt bad, knowing how upset she would be. But you were proud of her nonetheless. She fought well and she shouldn’t be ashamed of it.

“She’s reached her limit.”

“Yeah, it was too much.”

“Uraraka is K.O’d. Bakugou advances to the second round.” Midnight announced, after walking to check on her.

“And that’s it for the first rounds! We’re taking a quick break then we are back for more matches!”

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ana reads bnha ch31

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🤣 I almost forgot that the first thing this boy says is something that only Todoroki would ever say. It’s his intelligence combined with his denseness combined with his life informing his whole worldview. Guysssss, this post is gonna be so looooong. I’m so excited! I’m panting. Okay, let’s go.

Once again, Ana squeals: My boy is so smart!! I like to think I’m smart, but, in this situation (between Midoriya’s rambling) I’m not sure I would have picked up on that. Shouto is so sharp. But then he doesn’t pursue it. He doesn’t try to squeeze the info out of Midoriya. Not because he doesn’t think he could—if I were Shouto, I would look at Midoriya and figure there was a way to get him to talk. He already gave a hint by accident. I just think he has confidence that he’ll be able to figure it out if he’s patient.

I wonder if he does, though? I mean, after their battle, Shouto stops caring about this...doesn’t he? I think he does. Which is interesting, right? He only cares right now because he sees it as a threat. But once he doesn’t care about the threat anymore, he only cares about Midoriya as a person. Not any of this All Might nonsense. Ugh, Todoroki <333

Of all time??????? Guys, that’s very different from being the current number two hero. Like, where is this GOAT ranking? I mean, we know that All Might is the greatest of all time. But, surely, someone from, 50, 100 years ago could be the second greatest of all time. But no, Shouto’s telling us that out of everyone who’s ever been a hero (in Japan) Endeavor is the number two guy. Wowza.

My question about Endeavor is always: what’s your awareness level, bro? Like, it’s evident here that he doesn’t think what he’s doing as a whole is wrong. But does he think that he’s messed up at all? Because, look, him saying, “You think I’d tell you anything?” That’s could easily be him just telling All Might to eff off, no further motive. But I also think that it’s a shame response. He knows some of his “success” with Shouto is fucked, stuff that he definitely wouldn’t share with All Might even if he didn’t kind of hate him. So he hides that shame under his prickly attitude, so he has no reason to talk. Or he’s just an ass, idk.

(Yeah, in the dub he says: “Are you implying something?” Fishy indeed.)

That’s the million dollar question, isn’t it? Why is Shouto telling Midoriya this? @a-bnha-shoutorealm and I have talked our faces blue trying to figure out exactly this.

Obviously it’s triggered by the fact that he used his left side without thinking. And because he as the initial questions about All Might. And then he starts off this conversation by trash talking Endeavor which, at some point between his mother being put away and now, he has become comfortable with without fear of retribution (something Kim and I have also talked about ad nauseam).

But in two pages, he goes from this, to telling the story of his scar. Which I don’t think he’s ever told anyone before. Shouto doesn’t strike me as the type to need to keep things secret (judging by how he’s willing to blab off about Endeavor--while Endeavor’s there!--to the little kids during his and Bakugou’s remedial provisional license class). I think he’s just never had anyone he would consider talking to before. He’s been totally isolated by Endeavor--I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that he’s been homeschooled, actually--and clearly doesn’t have any friends. Not that he sees Midoriya as a friend yet, but he is the only person he sees as a near equal.

The most likely solution I can come up with is that he feel like he needs someone to understand, so that he can justify why he’s not using his left side. That he felt like Midoriya was judging him and he wanted to explain his motivations to the only person he thinks is worthy of knowing. Of defending himself to. Shouto’s not the sort to just get carried away, so I think it must be something more like this. Something he feels compelled to do.

Wow, it’s so interesting seeing this juxtaposed against everyone else getting to be normal teenagers, have normal childhoods. Goddd, it breaks my heart, Shouto! We’re seeing Mineta and Kaminari talk about going after some cheerleaders—of course Mineta needs to make an appearance in my blessed chapter about Shouto—while Shouto’s talking about the quirk marriages. I wonder if it’s supposed to juxtapose any more than those two things, though. Is it also showing that Shouto doesn’t take part in those activities? That he has difficulty believing in love and romance due to the sham quirk marriage of his parents’?

And look how heavily drawn his speech bubbles are now? What exactly is that meant to represent? Is it an audio cue about what his voice might sound like or is it just to represent that what he’s talking about is dark and heavy or is it for drama? Him getting carried away as he tells more and more personal details? I don’t read enough manga to know 🤣

Separately, here we also get a hint that Todoroki’s mother isn’t in the picture. “As I remember…”

Okay, this we need to talk about, because that’s the other question people have. Why is Bakugou eavesdropping? To me, it’s always been pretty simple. We have the two people in the class Bakugou cares the most about. The strongest guy in the class—who just won the thing Bakugou was supposed to win—and the pebble in his shoe who’s growing larger and larger every day. He must have seen the two of them split off and, legit, I think he has FOMO. Like, if these two are doing something, he has to know about it. I think a part of him fears they’re laughing about him. Assumes they’re teaming up against him. He’s definitely assuming it’s going to be something about him or that interests him.

He doesn’t expect this.

He knows he shouldn’t have stayed once Shouto starts getting really personal. Bakugou might suck at human interaction, but that’s voluntary. He knows what he’s “doing wrong” socially—he just doesn’t give a crap. It’s a combination of preferring to be the way he is and being too deep down the rabbit hole of assholery to know the way back. He’s frozen here. Shouto’s story is captivating—so painful you can’t not listen to it. That close-up face of his. That’s someone whose world has been rocked. I remember the first times I became aware of real abuse, times when I realized just how bad things could be for people and it shakes your worldview, freezes you as you struggle to comprehend. Bakugou thought he knew what families were like, since his mom is rougher with him. He didn’t know that something like this could happen to a person via their parent’s hand. I think this is one of the only times he purely feels bad about what he’s doing, what he’s done. But the horror of Shouto’s story has him stuck, unable to walk away.

“Sorry for wasting your time.” What is that?

Does he realize that he said a bit more than he was really intending to? That he troubled someone else with his personal life when he doesn’t want anything done about it? Or is this because he realized that Midoriya isn’t going to say anything about All Might and because of that the conversation was a waste of time.

You know what, knowing our dense little Shouto, I bet it’s that last one.

And if Bakugou’s shaken, then Midoriya is only more so. God, I’m 9 years older than Midoriya and if someone told me something like this out of the blue today, I’d be panicking. This is a delicate situation. He’s just become aware of serious abuse, and someone has confided in him their deepest traumas regarding that. What the hell do you say not to make it worse?

I think he handles it as best he can. Really, I think what he says here is just about the best thing he could have. Because Todoroki is not in a place mentally to accept help. Not even close. But even just sharing his story, that he accepts help from others, is vital. This introduces the idea to Todoroki that he can get help. That working with others is okay. It hasn’t penetrated yet, but it’s the seed planted.

Overall: 1.7K. Over 3 pages. Sorry, all.

Well, guys, this is the peak for me (until Shoto Todoroki: Origin!!!!). I know it’s not the scene with the most action or plot, but I live for character backstory and boys having sensitive moments. This scene in the anime is what made me start to fall in love with Todoroki and the show as a whole. It took me weeks to get to the end of season four after this episode. All the ones before this? Six months.

Todoroki’s story is harrowing, yes. At the same time, we’re getting more worldbuilding. So far, our image of heroes is All Might and the U.A. faculty. We haven’t yet seen any hero that’s corrupt or abusive. But suddenly we meet Endeavor, both through Todoroki, and a couple interactions with All Might. We learn a little bit more about how quirks have affected society and changed since their first appeared. This chapter isn’t one dimensionsal.

And we get our first panels of our main three. I think maybe part of the thing is that Midoriya’s world thus far has been loud, fast, intense. But this chapter is quiet. Nothing but Todoroki’s low, quiet voice. You could hear a pin drop. Barely a movement. Even Bakugou is still. It’s such a change of pace. And when you’re barely expecting it—it hits hard.

Also, every time I double check to see if something in the manga happened in the anime, it always did 😅 My memory may be fallible, but that adaptation sure isn’t! (joke, please don’t come at me)

If anyone has anything to add, obviously I’m dying to talk about it.

#ana reads the manga #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia

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