#maybe like kittens or rainbows or leaves or something
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#need someone to build me a sticker chart so I’ll actually do my therapy homework#like I know I can just do it but I have sticker anxiety and it’s so less satisfying to give one to myself#how am I like 4 weeks behind at all times#every week I say nah I’ve got time to do it later#and then it’s the night before and I go fuuuuuuck I never did that huh#all I gotta do is write some shit down#god knows the thoughts are there#just put the pen to paper girl#look up the friggin charts and put words to your thoughts#so like if anyone has any cute sticker sheets send them may way#maybe like kittens or rainbows or leaves or something#personal
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Dom!AbbySub!Reader
Free Palestine, don't support Neil
No minors and No men
For @whore4abby <3
CW: Strap warming, rough sex, dirty talk, dumbification, lots of spit and drool, college!AU, begging, praise with degradation, calling the strap a cock/dick, fingering for maybe three seconds, blow job, face fucking, hand kink, size kink
Title: I Need You, Please
You come home from work, still smelling like pastries and coffee. You put your bag by the door, kick off your shoes, then go into your room to change. Once settled, you look for your dorm mate and girlfriend.
Abby doesn't pay you any mind, only pushing her glasses further up her nose, typing away at her laptop. "Baby I'm home." You rub on her thigh, kissing her cheek. "You're still working on this?"
"It's my last essay before finals. It's due," she clicks out of the current tab to her assignment page. "I have until Friday."
"It's Sunday, you'll get it done." You gently pull her to kiss you, her jaw moving against your palm giving you butterflies as it does every time you kiss.
"Thank you love, but I really need to focus. I have dinner in the fridge if you haven't eaten yet." She nods to the kitchen before clicking back to her essay.
"You're the best!" You give her a teasing tug to her braid, smiling to yourself at the small hum she bites her lip to hide.
You almost choke at how fast you eat the lovely pasta she prepared, still partially warm. You note she recently put it away. It makes you smile.
When you finish, you clean your dishes, returning back to her. "Abs?"
"Darling?" Her lip quirks up at you in a shy smile. "Was it good?"
"Mhm, really good." You worm your way into her lap, playing with the baby hairs at her nape.
"Everything ok?" You bury your face in her neck as she thrusts into you to readjust her sitting situation to comfortably type. You smirk to yourself at the lustful noise you let out once settled.
"You're not wearing your strap." You pout at her, pushing at her shoulders so she can see your face.
"I didn't plan on my pretty girl to act like a whore as soon as she came home. I'll make you a deal. Go fetch it, come back in one of those pretty skirts instead of my boxers," she flicks your thigh (though you both know she goes feral for you in her clothes) "and decide if you want to wear a pretty bra or not. When I get done, I'll fuck you silly. Sound fair?"
"More than fair." You bite her earlobe as you get off her lap, giggling when her big hand cups your ass, nearly shoving you off her lap.
You decide on a pastel pink miniskirt that shows off your very wet pussy. Digging through the toy box you pick out a rainbow harness and your favorite dildo: the nine inch girthy pink one with decent vein protrusions. You slip the dildo into the harness before skipping back to Abby.
Abby watches you come down the hall, her pants and cute batman boxers shucked down around her ankles. Her tank top was also discarded leaving her in her stupidly hot black Nike sports bra.
"Look at you sweetheart. All cute, just for me?" She kisses your cheeks as you drop the harness in her lap. "Do you want to buckle me in, or just ride?"
"Lift that sexy ass of yours." You command. She winks, lifting herself just enough you get the rainbow fabric latched and adjusted to fit. "You're so beautiful in the final moments before I turn you into a dumb bitch."
"And you're ravishing as you take me like I'm simply a toy for you to use." She pats her lap when she's settled on the couch again. You wiggle your hips slowly, sensually, allowing your wetness to drop down your thigh before moving to back up onto the strap.
"Wait wait, hold on there. You're forgetting something." Abby lowers you to your knees, knocking your thighs open with her socked foot. "Be a good girl and get it nice and wet so you don't hurt that delicate pussy of yours."
"You mean your little pussy, right?" You wiggle your butt again, tongue out as you kitten lick the lovely cock in your face.
"Yeah that's right, all mine." Abby holds your jaw wide as you slurp down her dick, eyes rolling and hips slightly jerking up as the base of the dick bumps her clit. You hum around the length, your nails coming up her calf to bite her rough skin.
Abby lets you get adjusted to the first few inches, gently thrusting into your waiting throat. Huffs and grunts pass her lips as you look up at her from under your lashes. She's been staring into your eyes the entire time you've been on the floor. You slobber enough to gargle, letting her know you're ready.
Slow thrusts turn into sloppy fucking as you slurp, moan, and salivate down her cock. Your cunt clenches around nothing as your arousal drips all over the sock keeping you parted. Your spit mixes with Abby's wetness on the soft red couch cushion. Abby pants to a stop, gently guiding you off with a pop!
You stand on wobbly legs, your hands gripping her knees for support as her hands hold your waist. "Let me feel you." Her left hand slides to your upper thigh. You nod for her to continue. Her large fingers dip into your sobbing cunt, you moan and grind down onto them. "Not so fast love." She sucks her fingers clean before rotating you so your ass is facing her. "Such a beautiful pussy, all for me." She spits a heavy glob onto your hole, rolling your clit between her fingers as you slowly bottom out on her strap.
You can't hold the sighs and whimpers that gasp through your lips, moaning softly as you settle into her lap. You let out a mewl as she gets comfortable under you. "F-Fuck-k, baby-" you sigh. "You're so big."
"Just for you." She kisses your shoulder as she focuses back on her paper. You watch her big hands work the keyboard with precision. You can't control the way your pussy squeezes on her big, fat cock with the rhythm of her fingers. "Cum as much as you want. I want you to enjoy my big dick as much as I'm enjoying this tiny little cunt."
"I'm- I'm all yours!" Your breath catches as her hips buck once, to claim you.
"I'm yours too, my love." Her lips press hard kisses into all the sensitive places on your neck, her eyes never once leaving the screen.
You listen to the way she mumbles her words into you, worrying the flow between her lips and teeth. Her tongue meets your skin with each syllable.
When she finishes the paragraph she hits save three times before closing her laptop. She shifts around inside your used cunt as she moves her school supplies to the floor with care. Your fourth orgasm spills between your shaking legs onto hers and the couch. "You ready to give me your pretty little pussy?" Her large hands hold your bare tits as Abby guides you to be supported by the beautiful cherry wood coffee table she hand crafted in her shop class.
"It's yours it's yours, take it, take me!" You whine out, gripping the far edge of the table. Your sensitive nipples rub just perfectly against the smooth finished and fine polished wood.
"Let me hear that stupid mouth of yours." She spits on her fingers, shoving them into your mouth before absolutely demolishing your little hole. As your moans become more pornographic she takes her hand back, sucking her own fingers clean. Her hips jog and buck so deep and so wonderful into you.
Her own grunts and soft moans reach your ears over the wet sloshing and skin colliding, over the sound of your dripping onto the hard wood. A few rough intakes of air are fruitless as Abby's needy drool hits your back anyways, her still wet fingers picking up the sticky substance and pushing it between your lips.
"You ok down there? You so cock dumb you can't even beg anymore? I hear the strain in your voice. You need any water?" You don't respond, just push your hips even harsher into hers, your cheeks clapping on her pelvis. "Do I need to stop so you can answer me?" Her voice is growly and gravely, telling you she's holding her orgasm until you're satisfied.
"Augh!" You try to speak, knees thumping quickly against the floor as you cum again. Your fist bangs on the table, a thumbs up, your signal to her saying you're ok. Saying you're good to keep going.
"One more for me. That ok you stupid bitch? One more for me?" You nod with fever, gasping and panting as she doesn't let up. She smirks to herself seeing the puddle of drool and sweat under you. "Fuuckkk" she drawls, "you're so beautiful in the dumbest way. Much like these slutty little legs you can't keep your mouth shut either, that right?" You can only pound your fist for the attention with your thumb to the ceiling.
Your voice is gone and shrill at your last orgasm, legs kicking towards her furiously as she pushes you past the edge of too far. You feel her cum down your thighs, slowing to a stop with her hips pressed to your ass as her orgasm tapers off.
"You ok pretty girl?" She kisses your red cheeks, pushing your sloppy bangs off your sticky forehead. You nod into her palm, swallowing thick.
"M' fn'" you gasp out, voice as fucked as your pussy.
"Ok baby. Let's get you washed up, and some water to help soothe your beautiful voice." Slow and wet kisses leave a trail of her slobber on your neck as she pulls out. Your pussy lets out an obscene squelch followed by a loud spill and gushy plop as your juices join your mess on the floor.
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That one time Billy told Max he, too, had a nerd boyfriend
The sound of the front door opening and closing let Billy know that Max was back from Lucas’s house, she was holding a milkshake in one hand and had her skateboard tucked up under her other arm. She propped the skateboard up against the wall and made her way to the kitchen, flinging her backpack onto the sofa as she went.
Billy was leaning against the counter, eating a sandwich and flipping through a magazine. He was wearing his reading glasses, something nobody believed he even owned. One time, when she was late getting to the movies, Max had offhandedly explained that it was because Billy was giving her shit since he was convinced she’d touched his glasses. The truth was he just couldn’t find them because he’d left them at Eddie Munson’s house. Lucas just looked weirded out, and Mike had yelled “He reads?”
To which Dustin had replied: “It’s probably just playboy magazines…”
Billy didn’t really wear his glasses around anyone—though it looks like now he wore them around Eddie—and he was actually a pretty big reader. To be fair, she never thought Billy read anything other than the road signs—and that was just so he could do the opposite of what they said. But Billy read a lot; she noticed it a few weeks after Neil had moved in, though he didn’t read out in the open. She’d caught the scene by chance as she was skating back from the boardwalk, Billy’s car was parked in a relatively empty space, his eyes fixed on a heavy book about what she later found out was marine biology.
It was the first time she’d seen him look quiet.
Not bored, or angry, or lazy; not wound up like when he was with his friends, or dangerous like when he was at the dinner table. For once, he just looked quiet, and she thought that maybe, just for that moment, he seemed like every other dumb high school sophomore she’d ever seen.
She was surprised by the glasses, he’d always been pretty, but now he even looked somewhat boyish—if she imagined him with a different hairstyle, one less ambitious and more subtle, she could even see him as a nerdish bookworm.
Still, as she had passed quietly by his car, she could hear the faint sound of his favorite metal tracks playing from the speaker. It was like a reminder, at that time, that he was still Billy, all hard-edged and dangerous.
Things had gotten better, between them, after Neil left. So many things had happened over the summer in Hawkins, especially after Billy got fed-up with lifeguard duty—and Neil—and took a road trip back home to Cali. She’s kind of glad that Billy hadn’t been there, not just because shit had hit the fan with the whole upside-down shit-show, but because of what had happened to Heather, too.
Things between her and Billy weren’t kittens and rainbows, even if they’d gotten better, but the thought of what happened to Heather possibly happening to Billy too—
It made her feel like razors were scraping all down her back.
“Oh no way—what are you wearing?”
Max stood on the threshold, between the carpeted living room of the trailer and the tiled kitchen area, noticing for the first time the dumb shirt she’d had the bad luck of seeing everywhere lately; the glaring words “hellfire club” written in bold across the front.
“Shut up Max, it’s a lame fucking shirt, I can wear lame shit too, alright.”
Billy didn’t bother to look up from the magazine, Max had a feeling it was mostly because he knew she would give him the biggest shit-eating grin in all of Hawkins—and he wouldn’t be able to say anything back. Max thought the shirt was the stupidest thing, and so she knew Billy had to think the same. They disagreed on way too many things to keep track of, but call it a sibling-sense, she just knew he agreed with her on this.
“My boyfriend is in that dumb club and he couldn’t pay me to wear that thing, what bet did you lose?”
The magazine slapped against Billy’s thigh as he let his arm fall forward, an annoyed sigh leaving his mouth.
“Yeah, well mine’s the fucking president, Max. Don’t get used to it, same thing I told Eddie, it’s a one time thing.”
Max had seen Billy kissing Eddie once, it was late and she’d gone out to feed the dog. She saw Billy getting out of Eddie’s van and following him up the steps into his trailer. Before they’d gone inside, Eddie had turned to say something that they’d both laughed at before Billy pulled him down into a kiss.
She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t caught off guard—it made her rethink a whole feature-film’s worth of stuff in her memory—but after the initial shock wore off, she was left with mixed feelings.
She didn’t really like Munson. Sure, Lucas seemed to think he was alright, and Dustin had pretty much found a new older brother in the guy, but she still wasn’t really convinced.
Not to mention Mike liked him, which was not good advertising; the only good choice Mike had ever made was El, and he still managed to royally fuck that up.
Maybe she was worried whatever issues Billy had, they’d only get worse with Munson around. Saying Munson was a “bad influence” felt like she was pushing Billy around in a stroller; that kind of sentiment was reserved for sweet, over-protective moms who kept track of curfews and supper-times, women like Mrs. Byers.
Still, maybe because it looked like things could actually start to work between her and Billy, Max felt nervous.
Turns out she didn’t really have anything to be nervous about. If anything, Billy mellowed out after meeting Munson, she can’t say it’s not 80% weed, but even 20% feels like miles compared to before. Apparently, the guy can even get Billy to wear the dumbest shirt on the planet, so maybe he’s not that bad after all.
He can even get Billy to date.
Max didn’t even know Billy knew what that word meant, she’d only seen him switching through girls faster than he drove, but maybe she was just looking at it wrong from the start.
Either way, she was happy for him. There was still a ton of shit to work through before she could really feel herself around Billy, she’s sure it was the same for him, but the point was that they had time now.
That’s more than could be said for a lot of people after Starcourt; people like Jim Hopper.
“Well, I guess it looks alright on you.”
He raised an eyebrow at her, and there was a tiny millisecond in which Max was scared again, that maybe he’d snap at her—that maybe Neil was going to walk in the room with her mother on his arm, looking small and timid all over again. But it didn’t happen, Billy’s lips gave a little pull to the right, a smirk, and he bit back;
“Everything looks good on me, Max, even this nerd shit.”
He then went back to reading his magazine, and as she opened the fridge to grab something to snack on, she found a sandwich saran-wrapped and sitting on a plate. She knew it wasn’t her mom, not just because she wasn’t even home since this morning, but because the sticky note on top of it that read “Max” was in Billy’s handwriting.
She smiled, they’d be alright, somehow; if it was the three of them, they could do it.
Billy did, by the way, keep wearing that shirt. It was only around the house, or when he knew nobody but Max would see him in it, but she could tell he liked it.
God, her brother had horrible taste.
#hargrove mayfield siblings#billy hargrove#max mayfield#ficlet#drabble#mungrove#pk’s library#I was feeling max vibes tonight :)
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SxF playlist pt. 1
So I've been collecting songs for my spy x family playlist for a month now. And since today we don't have new chapter I will rant about some of this songs here
1. Foo Fighters - Waiting on a war
This song right here describes all spy x family setting and Twilights story. Because peace between Ostania and Westalis is shaky and nobody can actually guarantee that it will last. And while civilians may live more or less peacefully, Twilight is always waiting on the war. But he knows that there's something more than that in life and with Forgers he has chance to have it
2. Hozier - Like real people do
I just needed Hozier song, because TwiYor have very Hozier romance. "I will not ask you where you came from" - is pretty much current state of Twilight's relationships with Yor and Anya. He knows they are odd but he will not ask them in fear of finding out. And both Twilight and Yor feel more like tools than actual people, but since they started Forger family they learn more about what "real people do"
3. Tember Blanche & Moisei - Ти лиш людина
This one's in my mother tongue (Ukrainian). For me it perfectly captures the feeling of the 86 chapter.
Chorus translation:
Show me your weakness, I don't ask you anything more.
If you are only human, then how can you live without fear?
Let's just say I can't wait fo Wheeler arc to be animated, because I have a vision for a really cool amv
4. Rainbow Kitten Surprise - Cold love
This one hard to describe. It has post reveal and opening up to each other vibes. It also has first joined mission gone wrong vibes. But most of all it has we are the same and we understand each other vibes. (Maybe I'll write songfic based on this. When I learn how to write hehe)
5. Rina Sawayama - Chosen family
Just a sweet song about opening up and found/chosen family. Very Forgers)
PS: I really need good songs for Anya and Yor. Especially Yor, since most of her playlists have femme fatale vibes, that don't suite her character.
If you have any recommendations PLEASE leave them in comments
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A moment of silence for the friendzoned S3 characters😢
Nicky and Seb were too fine not to be LIs
Man had me hooked when he saved a cat from a burning tree
Request: Sebastian smut fic🙈 that would have happened canonically were he a LI (so for example the tent scene etc.)
It’s aight if u write one that isn’t canon tho i just want an excuse to simp over my onion man
Please im running out of content😩
Tysm if u do!!!! <3
AN IN-TENTS NIGHT
Prompt: Some Seb love. NSFW 🍑🍆💕
Seb/MC - 2800+ words - i-boop-you
What a day it had been.
Ariel and Seb had been busy at it, building their tent up, having a laugh about it, but Ariel had really, really wanted to win. She had no idea what was on offer for the prize, but really, just spending the night alone, only her and Seb, in a beautifully decorated tent of their own making was enough for her, really.
Something, something, the real prize was all the sex we had along the way.
Well, Ariel and Seb hadn’t had sex. Yet. They’d barely held hands. Yet.
Call it their last minute coupling up, the fact that they hadn’t confessed they felt more than friends until the night of the latest recoupling. For Ariel, this was already it. It just felt … right. Everything did. From the moment she’d heard that story about him rescuing the kitten, she was gone, perhaps even smitten. From there, it was like a bulldozer had gone through her, completely hauling everyone else out the way, leaving her clear for one little onion man.
Now, the tent was up, and Ariel wanted something else to follow suit. The tent had been poled, and she was ready for something else to be poled, too. The tent was filled, and she was ready for -
“Whoa, you did a great job in here, A,” Seb said as he made his way in. The dozens of fairy lights strung across the tent glistened in his eye, lighting up a hundred more times.
“Thanks, babe, I wanted to make it really nice since we’ll be spending our first night alone here,” she replied, as a ball of nerves niggled so suddenly in her stomach.
“That’s really cute of you,” Seb said, not cracking a smile. ‘Cute’ wasn’t really his style, but he had always made an exception for her. It only made her want him more.
He wasn’t some hard edgelord by any means necessary, and Ariel always thought he was one of the biggest softies she knew, but he wasn’t a sunshine and rainbows type of guy. It made him and AJ the odd-ball pairing when they first arrived, and so Ariel hadn’t felt guilty in the slightest when Seb first caught her eye. He and AJ admitted themselves that they hadn’t been the best match, and were much better off as friends.
“Here,” she said, going for a bottle of champagne she’d found in the pantry earlier. “I swiped this.”
“Rebel,” he said, actually smiling now, letting it pull up into his rosy cheeks.
Seeing him smile made Ariel smile, too. Her heart went pitter-pattering for him in a way that it had never done for anyone before.
“What’s that look for?” He asked, eyeing her with his brows raised questioningly.
“Oh … nothing, I just … I really like you, Seb, you know that, right?”
His smile widened, his cheeks growing steadier pinker, like he couldn’t quite believe that he was hearing right; that she was talking about him; that she meant it.
But she did. She meant every word. Already, she was falling for him, falling hard.
Seb had the bottle in hand; condensation trickled down the smooth edges. He held it in front of him, placing it precariously over the rim of his shorts, creating … images … in her mind. He held it sturdy, gripping it by the neck with one hand as he unravelled the foil at the top.
She wanted to watch him shaking it, giving it a toss. Maybe not the bottle, but … mmm, something.
He held it with both hands now, needing them both to maintain sturdiness over the girthy bottle. Fuck, Ariel was so thirsty for this man…
She could see herself on her knees like she was now, him standing above her, like he was now. He’d take his vast champagne in hand, just a breath away from her puckered lips. There’d be a moment in the build-up, their eyes would lock, a desperate longing burning in their stares. And when the bottle popped it would shower her face with the sticky substance from within; she’d let the cool droplets caress her skin as he aimed for her open mouth.
God, how he would blush furiously if she ever told him that. God, how she’d blush if he ever found out.
Pop.
The bottle opened, a squirt burst out the tip, and Seb had to move fast to make sure not a drop more than necessary was wasted as he quickly poured into the awaiting glasses.
Ariel sat with her legs shut tight, near as tight as her mouth, trying to disguise the dirty thoughts she couldn’t help.
“Shall we make a toast or is that really cringy?” Seb asked.
“Yeah, let’s do it! It’s our first night alone together and all that … I want this to be right.”
“You keep saying that,” he says, eyeing her again. “Are you all right …? With us being alone?”
She blinked rapidly. “Of course I am … are you all right?”
He was in the middle of taking a drink and near choked on it.
“Am I all right? Ariel, of course I am. I-I love that we get this. I - I really want to make the most of tonight, but, honestly, just being with you would make me happy.”
“So, you’re saying you’d be up for bits?”
She expected him to blush, but he didn’t.
He breathed in deep, looking her dead in the eye, a heavy, hearty look there. “I would be up for bits. I would very much be up for bits.”
With a giggle and a grin, Ariel necked her glass of champagne. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that.”
He grinned along with her, a chuckle escaping his lips. He necked back his own glass, then slammed it down, putting it out of his mind.
He crawled across the blanketed ground, like a tiger prowling. Ariel giggled with nerves and excitement, she wanted this so fucking badly. As he approached, coming up either side of her, she laid back, head resting against the array of cushions she’d stolen from inside the Villa. She tucked the stray strands of hairs sticking out of his bun behind his ears when he got closer, his hungry eyes roaming all over her.
Seb leant over her, lips a hair's-breadth from her own; the smell of champagne from his tongue was hot on her plump lips. The sound of his breathing, made heavy by her and all his own dirty thoughts, made her flush all over; leaving her hot everywhere.
He cocked one leg between hers, getting her to open up for him, allowing him to slot in, right between her open thighs.
She couldn’t help it; couldn’t help rolling her hips upwards, trying to make her wet bikini bottoms grind against the huge bulge in his swimming trunks. He was teasing her, though, and was just out of reach.
His mouth met hers and she longed to taste a different sort of champagne altogether. He was hot and sweet and fuck - fuck. This was it. She’d never been so turned on by a kiss, never had someone else’s tongue inside of her feeling so good, so right.
She thrust up again, the front of her bottoms grinding against the length of his erection. He was already so fucking hard, it just drove her even more crazy, knowing he was just as hot for her.
Seb pushed down, weighting her against the ground, grinding against her now. A groan escaped his mouth.
“Touch me, Seb,” she said, voice quaking, quiet, a ghost of a whisper just for them.
Ariel took his hand to her bikini top, made him take a feel of her as she ran her other hand up his back and into his hair, clutching his soft mane, feeling him between her fingers as he squeezed her between his.
He kissed her again, too overcome with passion to use his mouth for anything else.
His hand slipped under the material, cupping her fully, playing with her breasts freely; he palmed at her hardened nipple, taking great care, like the thought of her hard like he was made it all the more delicious.
His mouth fell from hers, trailing along her jawline. Ariel opened up, leaning out so he could continue down her neck, to her collarbone. He didn’t stop there, using both hands, he pulled her straps down off her shoulders, following the progress. When her breasts were fully bare before him, he allowed himself a look.
She balled the edges of the blankets in her fists, unable to stop herself; she could see the passion in his eyes, the longing in his stare, the absolute hunger he felt for her. It drove her crazy.
His lips came over her nipple, and he sucked her into his mouth, teeth grazing the soft, delicate skin, pinching her without pushing it. Ariel’s head fell back, a soft moan escaping her, nearly tearing the tassel's from the blanket.
Seb’s fingers moved to the ties of her bikini bottom’s, and with a deft hand, he managed to unknot them without ever taking her tits out his mouth. Why was everything Seb did so fucking amazingly hot?
He unlatched from her with a noise like a kiss, eyes flickering open and up, just to watch her keen face. He didn’t smile, leaving his lips hot on his trail of her body, but he kept his eyes on hers, mischief lighting up in them as he lowered himself over her smooth stomach.
The anticipation was killing her. She couldn’t keep still, but she wanted to; she wanted this moment so bad.
Seb finally looked away, eyes slowly shutting as he took in between her legs. Ariel let out a groan at the touch of his tongue, her thigh already shuddering just at the feel of him separating her, his tongue giving one single stroke between her.
His name was roped out of her mouth and he moaned into her, letting her know he liked that. He engulfed his whole mouth over her, giving her clit the gentlest of attention, the smallest of sucks, as he kept his main focus on her aching, wet slit. His tongue dove in, keeping her parted, his stroking set to teasing. Her legs shook, she loved it so much, but god she needed more. She needed so much fucking more.
“Seb…” she groaned, the muscles in her thighs flinched, flexing, begging him for more. Her fingers ran through his hair as he continued to tease her. She got to his bun and whipped it off, allowing his locks to cascade freely, splaying across her legs.
That was when he finally stopped the fast and got to the main course, flicking his tongue over her clit. She shuddered, hips rolling up, pleading for more.
The build was slow, going along with his previous teasing, but it built - and it built - and it built - and Ariel had her hands locked in his hair, holding him down, mouth open, parted, practically singing out his name, and then, it was no longer singing, no sweet song was coming out of her mouth - all that was coming was his name, over and over with the dozens of satisfied gasps to accompany it.
Fuck. Fuck.
Seb climbed back up, planting his wet lips on hers, letting her have a taste of what was glistening all over him. She hungrily snaked her tongue within his month, looking for his own, loving the taste of herself on him.
It was quick, but Seb had his shorts down in a second, kicking them off and out of mind. Ariel took him by the shoulders and pushed, thrusting him onto his back.
Ariel went down, hands on his thighs, and locked eyes with him as she licked up his hard shaft. Her mouth locked over the tip as she took one hand to his base; she pumped with her hand as she slowly took more and more of him in her mouth.
This time it was her name stealing from his lips, him so overcome he couldn’t control himself. It turned her on as much as it did when he was all over her, pleasing her. She didn’t want to push him too over the edge because she actually wanted to climb all over him and fuck him tonight, but she was enjoying hearing him use her name as a curse, loved the way he weaved his fingers in her hair as she sank her mouth further and further down his cock, feeling him at the back of her throat.
Slowly, Ariel gave one last, long suck upwards, letting him pop out of her ‘O’ shaped mouth. He was biting his lip to keep himself under control, so when Ariel gave him one last lick over his tip, his whole body twitched.
A grinning Ariel climbed her way back up his body, coming to sit her legs over his hips, straddling him. He stroked her thighs all the way up to her sides, needing to touch her, not getting enough.
Ariel reached behind, taking him in her hand again. She raised him to her slit, holding him until she felt his tip sliding in, opening her wide. Already she was gasping, Seb let out a low hiss, his grip on her hips tight.
Lowering herself onto him inch by inch, Ariel couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped her. As she sank further down, taking him all in, her head lolled back, her hair tickling down the back of her skin, just heightening how sensitive her whole body felt right now.
His fingers slid all over her, needing to touch her everywhere, just needing her. It left a trail on her skin so hot the flush went all the way to her cheeks. He took her breasts in hand again, squeezing them in his full hand as she took the last inch of him inside of her.
“Oh, fuck, Seb…”
He swallowed hard, his legs twitching at the feel of her adjusting.
His hands fell to her hips again, clutching her tightly, his grip ridgid. He held her in place, straddling him just an inch above him, his strong arms taut, not budging at all. Eyes on hers as she ran her smooth hands down his arms, stroking him as he held her, Seb thrust up.
Her soft grip turned hard, her nails digging into his flesh. The moan that came out of her was given freely, and he wanted more. He held her tighter, fucking up into her, and she gripped on tight, letting him have control. His thumbs pushed low into her soft stomach, making his cock inside of her hit even harder.
His name fell from her lips, falling up at the sky, her head rearing back again with the force of him fucking her. Oh fuck, oh God, she was going to cum already -
“Seb.”
It came out hard. It came out fast. It followed with a dozen other mutterings, the same word, just his name, on loop, to the point where she couldn’t even get all three letters out. One simple word, and she was so gone, couldn’t even think straight to get it all out. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, nails digging in so sharply that she’d be leaving her mark on him.
He didn’t stop.
The tighter she held on, the feel of her encasing him, watching her ride through an orgasm on his dick, it made him close, so fucking close, but he wanted to hold out, wanted to keep going for as long as possible. She was so beautiful, so gorgeous, and when she came on his dick like that, God she was perfect.
His name kept coming from her lips, getting louder as her thoughts returned to her, the conciseness returning, as she fully rode through the motions. She was pleading with him, begging, already so close to her next one.
Seb had to bite down on his lips, he had to hold out until he brought her there again. His thumb trailed down to her clit, and he rubbed in hard circles as he continued fucking deep inside of her.
“Fuck, Ariel, cum on me, cum on me again,” he said, realising he was the one begging this time.
Their eyes locked, and he knew it. She was going - gone - again. Her parted lips stretched once more, letting out a shuddering moan as she was thrown in the final climax.
He stiffened, watching her go again pushing him too far over the edge. His whole body was rigid as he held himself stiffly inside, emptying into her. Ariel ground up against him, riding out that last orgasm for as long as she could.
He hadn’t realised how rigid he’d been until he was released from his release. Seb slumped back, his whole body feeling suddenly stiff in a new way.
Ariel slumped over him, falling naked to his side.
“Well, that was one in-tents night,” she grinned at him. “Get it?”
Notes: Hi, hope you enjoyed! Not super familiar with S3 nor Seb, but thought I'd give this one a go. Hope the asker doesn't mind that i pulled some details out of their initial ask and added them into the prompt, like the reason they fell for Seb in the first place and the onion man thing (which will now forever and always be Seb's nickname to me).
#litg#litg fanfic#litg writers room#writers room#prompt#i-boop-you#litg season 3#litg seb#ask#litg ask
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Since we got Italy, romano and Rome, how about Germany, prussia and Germania for the other mother concept?
Germany: Luther would offer relief from the pressures of strict traditions and responsibilities as he sweeps you into a more relaxed version of the world you once knew. In the modern apartment style home, he will provide all you desire and for a while it’s amazing. You feel like a cat in the sun.
Until it wasn’t. Suddenly, the thought of the silver dish that once made you smile, instead makes you sneer. The part of you that itched for something to do, to leave something of worth was like a flea infestation on your skin. As you show your claws, Luther slowly becomes stoic and attempts to distract you with meaningless things.
He is hurt when this is one of the things that causes your distance. Like a good guard dog, Luther decides your next visit is your official move in.
As you step back in, fully intending to search for the German and say your goodbyes. The sound of a lock clicking and then a heavy gulp makes you freeze.
Turning, you expect to face a much taller man, instead you see a beast. His maw wet with drool, his teeth shining in the lights. His body has fur colored blond and beige that covers him in the same way a coat with rolled up sleeves does. Luther’s lower half is no longer human legs, but large German shepherd paws.
As you attempt to speak to the larger man-beast, you take a step closer to the door. Luther lunged, pinning you down to the floor. His snout forced your head to the side, teeth scraped your neck as he bites your shirt.
The world swirls as the warm living room changed to a cold pound. Runs line the wall, their grate doors reminded you of jail cells. Especially once he looked you in the far one.
Numerous bones lined the floor as you sat, huddled on the low cot.
Your escape would require you not only to require the key, but to get past Luther. Maybe instead of a game, try a bet.
If you can beat him in a simple competition, then you leave. Things like keep away, or hide and seek will pique his interest. Though if you lose, then you’ll be his precious kitten. Collared and declawed, forever.
Prussia: When you crossed the tunnel, you didn’t expect to be greeted with a summer cottage. The air smelled of lavender and a leucitic man greeted you. He didn’t speak, but his sullen blue eyes told many tales.
The times with him offered you reprieve from the chaos of your normal world. The more comfortable you became with him, the more Wil began to speak. You enjoyed the conversations, but something felt off when Wil told you that there would be a time where a choice must be made.
You woke up confused the next day. Wondering what that meant and what it would be. Three sunrises later, Wil gave them to you.
Stay with him, enjoy the peace, but give up your eyes. Allow him to care for you and all your worries. Or, you could return and shut the door forever. Though something would be missing in return for your time spent with him.
In anger, you challenged him. Demanded why you had to pick and why the price was so heavy. Why was there a price no matter what you pick? No straight answer just riddles that left you feeling terrified.
There was no hesitance when you skipped dinner. Wanting nothing more than to escape from the terrifying pressure.
When you returned to world of your origin, something was missing. You searched for the one you held closest to your heart. Calls were unanswered and there were no results from the physical search.
Tapping from an old, standing mirror took your attention. The sight inside looked like a prediction from the bible. Tall flames, dark brimstone, and fear in their eyes.
Running you return to the façade of peace. Upon entering, the world had changed into a large stone chapel. Stained glass colored the room in a malevolent rainbow.
Running, your feet slap against the stone as you search for your heart. The sound of slow-moving hooves slowly corner you.
Screaming you take in the sight of a man crossed with a Chamois. Wil had grown in height, his ebony horns nearly touching the ceiling. White goat legs ending with white hooves. His teeth had become needles coated in a light layer of pink.
You shook as Wil picked you up, shock making your vocal cords feel thick and heavy in your throat.
You were left in a simple bedroom, told that since you could not choose that the price is now much higher. He would wait until you were ready before taking everything from you; and yet he would give you everything.
As you wait, your able to plan. Remembering Wil often quoted the Bible and did his best to atone for something. Something told you that it involved his past victims.
Maybe you could find a way to appeal to his sense of mercy. Or just maybe find away in the laws of justice by the terms of a challenge to clear your ‘debts’.
Seeking the keepsakes of his previous victims may be a good idea, even attempting a Herculean labor. If you fail any of them, then not only do you lose, but your loved ones do as well.
Germania: Amalric’s small home was full of large windows allowing the viewer to see the large mountain plateau. You were speechless at the beauty of the windswept meadow when you first entered his home. His chuckling was what initially alerted you to his presence.
It was awkwardly comforting to find a bearded man in the world inside your home. He was very patient with you. Answering all your questions with kindness and even asking you questions with in a tone of sweet innocence.
As time goes on, you become comfortable with Amalric. You stay close to the cabin, ride horses and play with his many dogs. It was a wonderful time until he asks you to stay. After all, you seem to enjoy your time there and are always complaining about the other life you lead. Wouldn’t it be better to stay?
You come up with excuses. Telling him that you only needed to vent, that you loved your other life. The people around you were amazing. You left through the tunnel and went to bed once you got home.
What terrified you, was that you woke up back in Amalric’s home. It had become dull and lifeless. As you ran to the door, he sat there. His heavy armchair in front of the door. His already long hair was now shaggy, covering his face. Long brown horns stretched to the heavens, while sharp horns scrapped the wood floor as he adjusted his weight.
He looked like a twisted version of Pan with long tusks poking out of his lips and a blond cow tail lashing.
Before he could speak, you ran. Determined to find another way out, but as you returned time and time again to the cabin, you lost hope.
Tears began to create rivers down your face. Sobs bubbled but died when a new voice spoke from above.
You saw a brown muscular cat slowly slink down the barren cedar. A long curl bounced with his movements. Despite the aggressive tone, he introduced himself as Ignatius, telling you that you weren’t the first victim. Though unlike the others he would help you escape for a price.
Once free, help Ignatius free himself from his own curse or be stuck with hybrid version of bluebeard.
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Since I have concluded that one of my favorite og posts still hold up after watching the netflix ver of Bee and Puppycat, I will be repeating it for more people to see my 3 day long essay that was my pinned post for 2 years
Without further adieu, my spoiler heavy essay of every season 2 episode of Bee and Puppycat with updated notes
Gentle Touch
In the first episode we already get a big game changer for Bee and her development[not as much now because with the new first episode they Did sprinkle in a bit more responsibility onto her. See; Bee taking the fire for Deckard]. Bee becoming more responsible as a favor for Deckard. He asks her to take care of his family while he’s at cooking school and we already see her doing this. Going out to the ocean with Wesley, going out of her comfort zone for people she’s practically family to, which is why we got the beginning flashback, once again going out of her comfort zone to stop Puppycat from punching kittens, And Finally, coming out from her nap cupboard to face Howl and help pay for bills by eating ugly food.
Little Fingers
Ooh, this one has foreshadowing dream sequence. I would say more about it if it had more significance, but it’s really just what happens to Bee in the last ep. This episode brings more of Bee being responsible, trying to take her phone away from Puppycat so he stops making bad purchases. This episode made me realize what Puppycat’s role is this season, the child[not really, I even knew this then, it doesn't fit. It's weird and I still don't know how to put it. Sometimes he's responsible sometimes not. Maybe that's just how people work]. Or something among those lines. He’s the same as he was last season, but it seems/is a bit more exaggerated because Bee isn’t doing the same things anymore[Again, it's been a bit retconned]. She’s started to care about consequences. And speaking about consequences, Toast announces she’s pregnant while confirming that she’s been staying…in Cass’s room?…weird, but ok, and by Tim pointing and Merlin’s reaction, it’s Merlin’s…but also everyone else seemed like they thought they were the culprit and I don’t want to think about the implications of that[I Still don't wanna think about the implications of this -_-]….MOVING ON-OH WAIT, And Cardamon’s mom is spouting magic tears that messes with the plants, so there’s that[I. Still. Have no idea. What the deal with the tears. Where. All I can think of is...bring life?? Her implied being a magical entity because of the music box? Makes?...Something????].
Snow and Violets
I’m going to be honest, I’m not 100% sure what to put here and I’m loosing steam. (I’ve been awake since 3 am…) But I think I can put something. The situation with Mr. Cup is the definition of being haunted by your past[Man, I was on the money w/ this. Well, mostly. As I was watching it again earlier, I was thinking more along the lines of 'redeemed villain' but not that extreme. Just overall, someone that did things they aren't proud of anymore and they can't seem to leave it. See; the entire world is a looping racetrack in the shape of an infinity symbol]. The guilt and regret of cheating in the past has made him lose his motivation to give it his all in racing because, what’s the point? Motivation and not caring was his norm, so he just stuck with it. Until Bee, and now he can be a rainbow and sleep with less guilt and regret on his conscience. The thing with the island rapidly changing could be one of three things. Something to do with the ship that is the island, a metaphor for change, or something really cool the creators just wanted.
Day off Work
Not Too much to note for this ep overall. Puppycat totally did do the ‘wrecking the house in search for the owner’ thing dogs do. Finally, a dog trait! Every time I see Cardamon now I just get sad cause he’s 7, and should Not be doing landlord stuff. Bee showing worry about how Cardamon’s mom is still asleep and being worried about Cardamon himself, I’m just glad someone’s noticing. I keep forgetting that some people haven’t watched the pilot so they don’t know about Puppycat being a Space Outlaw[Now the pilot is in the showw, hell yeah], so when he found all his stuff under the apartment I was less surprised and more excited. The two last things I want to say is I think it’s interesting/cool/intriguing how the Wizard family just takes every weird thing either in stride, unquestioningly, or ignorance. Just trying to pretend it didn’t happen so they don’t have to deal with it(other than Crispin, but he’s coming up). And the last thing I just want to bring to light is CARDAMON BEING SO CUTE IN THE LAST SCENE! JUST BEING A CHILD! AND LAUGHING WITH HIS DOG! ON A FUNNY CHAIR! I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR AND I WILL PROTECT THAT SMILE WITH MY WHOLE BEING!!![I WILL STILL PROTECT THAT SMILE!!!]
My Favorite
Note, Pretty Patrick is also The Mayor. Alright. It’s definitely been a few months and you can see the relationship between Howl and Bee has gotten better, not that it was too bad to begin with, just a bit less peeved on Howl’s end. The theme of Bee being responsible is brought into play again with the train station scene. Telling Puppycat to not hit and the way Puppycat was acting around Patrick. All little kid stuff. Which also kind of clashes with what I thought was Puppycat being older than Bee by a lot, I’m honestly slowly getting more and more confused exactly how I should perceive Puppycat[still a bit confused, but not as much anymore, thx show]. THE FIRST REAL LOOK AT THE HAND GUYS! I’m still not sure what their deals are, but they have a corpse on their hands and that is already the biggest red flag. I have a guess as to what/who they are in relation to Puppycat and, by acquaintance, Bee, but I could be wrong, but I also can’t think of any other people they may be. I’ll bring it back up either the next time we see them or at the end.
Did You Remember
Grampa Puppycat cares about his granddaughter a whole lot[gosh that scene where he's babysitting her? T-T man, guys, I love them and this show]. Don’t @ me, their dynamic is more confusing than a moving maze…Now this episode, ooh boy, it feels like a lot, but in a minimal way? First off, Cardamon finally breaks down about the stress of being a 7 year old landlord and Bee takes care of him for the day. Big Sis Bee For The Win! DON’T @ ME I MAKE UP MY OWN FAMILY DYNAMICS!!![YOU TELL 'M PAST ME!] Kind of continuing from the first sentence, Puppycat and Bee love each other(I Stand By Platonically For Them)[Still severely do. I Do Not Shipp It. I never have and I never will] so much already, for them it’s been a little over a year[reading this, I just realized this isn't true, puppycat knew bee when she was little(I still think she was a real girl at some point but she got sick and her dad put her in a robot-OH MY GOD I AM REMEMBERING THE SCENE ON THE BEACH AND HER DAD SAYS SHE WAS ASLEEP FOR 3 DAYS ALREADY! SHE WAS YOUNG! OH NO)] considering Puppycat fell into Bee’s life before her last birthday and now they’re celebrating another one. And I must admit, I can not for the life of me figure out wtf the deal is with the tears. They have little shapes of recent events in them[If the tears are never fully explained, especially the little precognition shapes, I think I would actually loose it] and they make plants weird/straight up just make life! Like, What Even Is That?! Also, Cardamon finally gets a good sleep.
Bird Friend
Ok, so we got more ship pieces, a most likely reason as to why Puppycat was Like That in the last few episodes of season 1 and has been goopy every now and again in this season. Apparently eating things he shouldn’t eat make him Extremely off model and goopy[mmmm, I'm not sure about this one anymore. the onnly other time he's goopy now, that I can remember, is in little fingers, like his molecules were being messed with so his form was having trouble staying]. More hands! But not the rest of them this time around. I wonder if Sticky’s hunt for all the birds has any significance other than showing us another piece[the birds are like glowing and following the ship in the last ep now?? Bourgeoisie??]. Puppycat breaking down and spilling a few secrets after stress eating off the floor and Bee immediately saying no to someone else telling her what’s wrong with Puppycat and letting him come to her first instead of forcing him is always such a good lesson to have. Also, Cass is into weirdly shaped shiny things[CONFETTIIII CANNONNNN! 🎉].
Two Clown Noses
Ah, it’s this one. The one that Really throws a wrench into the Bee/Deckard ship[I no longer shipp]. THEY’RE BOTH SO CUTE! I CAN’T CHOOSE!!! This entire episode is just Crispin and Bee hanging out with the added angst of the beginning ‘story’. This world is full of such amazingly crazy characters and Crispin’s backstory is one of those crazier ones. Bee and him Lived Together and Know Each Other, he knows she’s a robot! My only question is, what happened that they broke up? WAIT- DID THEY EVEN BREAK UP?![reading this, I am embarrassed. No one look at me.] It would be weird if they weren’t because they were living together and then they decide to live separate again would make no sense. I think I just jumped to the weirdest conclusion…Anyway! How would Puppycat get sick? I feel like that was just another thing they added to create different dynamics. The beginning birthday thing and the conclusion felt so real even though the cause was something so out there that I feel like only animated shows like this could pass, but also I feel like someone out there has done something similar, so what do I know. Yeah, not much else about this episode, it was mostly just Bee/Crispin stuff and character stuff. Gosh they’re so cute…but so is Bee/Deckard. Being a multishipper is hard…[I no longer shipp either, even though both Crispin and Decard still show atraction and admiration for Bee, and Bee is a bit hard to read depending on the situation. But I do know one thing on Bee's end, she has not blushed or shown a certain interest in Deckard. I can not tell what her feelings for Crispin are atm tho]
Funny Lying
RIGHT! THEY’RE CALLED THE WARLOCKS! THAT’S THE TITLE I WAS FORGETTING![Ok, so the Warlords. They only recently started working at...wherever tf they're working at, the jobs are from their dads, presumidly the previous warlords, and their position is to find Puppycat, they most likely work for the kingdom that Turned Puppycat. Conclusion; Their dads were there for the turning, or they're part of a long line of Warlords chasing Puppycat through the years] Tim knows everyone’s secrets, comes with the perk of having a lot of time and not talking much, you observe everyone else while they think you’re doing something else. I know from experience. Eavesdropping is a specialty of mine. SHIT THIS IS THE ONE WHERE CASS GETS THE MESSAGE DISSING HER FOR FALLING FOR TOAST FROM A COWORKER! I caught those vibes during the first season, but then the first half of this season came along and I was forced to drop those vibes in favor of cannon because TOAST WAS PREGOS WITH ONE OF CASS’S BROTHER’S KIDS![Which is now Toast going through any means neccesary to stay in Cass' life. Other than asking her out. Hate to break it to ya, Toast, but this is, somehow, not heterosexual behavior] I’m good at catching gay vibes in fictional worlds, but I’m shit in the real world, just like everything else. And the thing is, we don’t get Any kind of explanation/closure for the entire rest of the season![WE STILL DON'T] We see Toast totally shocked reaction, probably moments before she was going to sneak attack Cass, but froze upon seeing that text. AND WE GET NOTHING ABOUT THAT FOR THE REST OF THE SEASON! Anyway, that was only like 2 minutes into the ep, this is taking forever. We got more Bee being responsible for Cardamon and getting rid of the tears, but the biggest part of this episode is undoubtedly Puppycat’s scenes. We got him sinking to the bottom of the ocean and getting cradled by flowers created by the tears next to the ship. We find out he was bullied and ridiculed in school as a kid and his best friend(idk what else they would be counted as), Violet, convinced him to leave their planet after they accidently summon their ship, leaving Puppycat’s mother behind. seeing how he cried about leaving her she seems to have been a great caretaker and he loved her immensely[Was she...Already dead?? His declaration of how he's going to miss his mom feels more subdued]. We get the scene of Bee’s dad as a baby/Very young child on a mission[WHICH REMINDS ME! WTF WAS GOING ON IN THAT REPAIR SCENE IN EP 3????], giving a presentation, and finding the candy to be a source of energy by cracking it open. Making me think, ‘Is that Bee’s fuel source? If it is, how would not taking full doses for two years effect her?’ because in the first season she splits the candy in half to share with Puppycat[She no longer does this, but she has shared it w Cardamon in the past, making this question still relevant(also do they really share a bday because if they do then Awwwww!!)] and in this season she didn’t eat the candy at all[This is still cannon, and I'm still worried about her because of how the season ends]. Makes me even more worried for the future knowing what state she’s in when this season ends. With the last flower fever dream/memory it seems that the princess that he fell in love with was the one to make the final move to turning him into a ‘monster.’
Golden Eyes
(I’m getting more and more tired as this goes one. I started doing this at around 12 this morning and now it’s nearing 6 pm. I’m loosing it!) We got another birthday and it’s Howl’s this time, though it’s not really his episode. The fish are attracted to the wish crystals for some reason and one eats a bit of it to be ‘human’ for a day. I love how the fish hated being a human and Wesley didn’t even notice it was a date. I wasn't even sure if it was or not throughout, but ending on that was funny. We got the return of the major douche from the season 1 finally and a mention of Moully[MOULLY!!! :D].
Why Don’t You Help Me?
(I took a break between episodes, aka I went tf to sleep, because I was falling asleep at the table and not really processing everything enough for what I’m trying to do) Ok, so this is a day in the life of Cardamon episode with supposed parelles to the Warlocks. We start with the red one stuck and the others unwilling to help…and then they start drawing Puppycat’s face on the 5th one’s corpse-and these guys just do not care that it’s a dead body that they supposedly killed themselves. In short, they have all my fear because they are uncaring about body counts. Cardamon still goes to school on top of being a self proclaimed landlord and gets made fun of for being responsible and tattling at every chance he gets. Something I just noticed too is, at first I just assumed he was finally getting tired after being an adult in a child’s body for who knows how long, but now I’m thinking if he’s supposed to be asleep with Violet, his mom, then the reason for him being so tired is being awake too long. It could most likely be both, too. Just like Cardamon, I have no idea what all the tears mean. In the most recent one was see Moully as the charm in the center. What’s the pattern with these? Again we see Bee being responsible and taking care of Cardamon, making sure he gets home safe, tucking him in, and pulling an all night favor so he can sleep and get to school in the morning. Speaking of that, I can’t say I like Cardamon’s teachers all that much. I could rant about them, but this is already long and they’re not worth it[No, no I WILL rant about it! Why the FUCK do they Look Like That?! Supposedly, their first hookup was in the bubble, but they're clothes are torn, stained, asymetrical, and just overall a mess durring the whole ep. And I will not take getting down and dirty as an answer because even though they obviously want eachother like that, they do not have the vibes of being together before. I don't wanna think about this anymore, I just don't like them]. My only real question is, why the hell are their clothes so ragged and dirty? Do they not know how to bathe? Just, WTF? (either that or they’re Really not trying to hide their *ahem* activities from the kids, which just makes me want to punch sense into them or something)
Now I’m Really Alone
MOULLY!!!! Sorry, I just love him a lot. From what I can put together, he’s some kind of gift giving being. Giving wishes, exchanging good deeds and quick favors for other good deeds and favors. Just being Really nice and wanting to help everyone he comes across[He's only known a handfull of people for as long as he can remember T-T; his boss, Bee, Deckard, and the Warlords T0T]. This episode makes me see so much in common between Bee and Moully[They are instant brainwave friends your honor]. They both want to help even when they don’t know how. Making messes and finding ways clean up those messes out of guilt and the feeling of obligation. They both have lost things they need to pick up and the knowledge that they have all the time in the world because they’ve both been alive for so long. It keeps getting hinted, but now kind of confirmed, that the Wizard’s know Bee is Weird because they haven’t seen her age[young old lady]. Hell, seeing how she interacts with Cardamon she could have even baby sat them[yep]. So all the Wizard’s know she’s Weird and, supposedly, only Crispin knew she was a robot. That was until Deckard found out in the season 1 finale. Once again bringing up the point of people in the Wizard family finding something out and ignoring it and hiding it. In the season 1 finaly, Tim asked Cass if Deckard wasn’t depressed anymore, practically saying that Deckard has some form of depression. Depression being a mental illness that runs in families, it wouldn’t be a stretch to assume that some other members of the family have similar problems. One of the things I remember depression doing is the person will see a problem and ignore it. Something that many people in this show do with the weirdness around them and the emotional states/situations of the other people in the show. This season is about finally seeing the thing you’ve been ignoring and doing something about it. And that’s what Bee’s been doing this season, taking charge and finally getting her junk out of the ocean and getting REALLY far out of her comfort zone. She HATES water and the ocean[thinking about the beach scene again, she only hates the water in her older years...], but she’s diving in to take back what’s hers and cleaning up a mess. There’s A Lot to analyze with this episode, the similarities of Moully’s and Bee’s situations and personalities, Puppycat being the responsible one again for the long run of things, the tears and how the wish crystals work, and the state of multiple character’s minds. Ignorance is bliss until it isn’t.
I Won’t Leave You Alone
Ok, SO MANY NOTES! Which makes sense seeing how it’s the last episode. First off, THOSE WARLOCK BASTDARDS VIOLATED MOULLY AND IF THEY WERE REAL I WOULD THROTLE THEM TILL THEIR HEADS POPPED OFF!!! I am a very protective person when it comes to things I care about. And I’m going to say it here and now incase something comes up of it, Cooking Prince gives be Colorful Vibes[he still does, you do not follow someone without knowing their name unless you Like like them. Mans only saw him from a distance and talked to him once. Looking a bit sus there, chap], if you know what I mean. You don’t follow someone home and bother them when they don’t want to be bothered unless you’re Into into them. That’s all I’m saying and if nothing comes of it, I will drop it. I’m barely hanging onto it to begin with[It's been years, I'm holding onto them like a lifeline. I wanna see Deckard and CP kiss onscreen]. So, last episode we watched one of three hands punching the other hands to let Moully go, and in this episode it’s confirmed that the day Moully was pulled through the void, the 5th warlock died. My theory with that is, the 5th one was against getting Puppycat in some way and retaliated by fighting them off of Moully and then the others retaliated by killing them in some way. And the tears in this episode didn’t give life to the corpse, but grew new life over top of it, the tears can’t bring the dead back. The ship gets put back together and we see Puppycat being pretty selfish again[I wish I could say he was bringing it online to take care of the threat, but-it just doesn't seem like it at first. Sure the modivation might have changed durring reconstuction, but that's about as far i think it goes], bringing the ship online while Bee gets scooped trying to help Moully. He indirectly helped, but only after he got what he wanted. Cooking Prince, an outsider, brings up how everything going on on the island is Weird and Cass celebrates someone acknowledging it. Once again, bringing back the ‘ignorance is bliss until it’s not’ thing going on around here. Cardamon does more childish things this episode, making a wish and crying in his mother’s arms. He got to finally let go of his responsibilities and let it out until he passed out, and now he gets to sleep again. Moully and Bee are out of commission and the Wizard’s+Cooking Prince stay one the island/ship to be with Bee even though they are mostly confused about EVERYTHING going on rn. Bee has multiple Bees now while she’s out, and so, they go looking for Bee’s dad. I have a feeling he has at least some white hairs by now.
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I remember watching this season for the first time. I remember I definitely cried at multiple points, but I can’t exactly remember what points now. I didn’t cry this time, I was too busy taking everything in and trying to put what little pieces I could find together. The first season was to get us used to this world and get comfortable for a chill ride, but then it smacks you in the face with something much bigger at the very end. This season was to make you pay more attention and to question your surroundings. It was also about the first steps to taking charge of your life. If Bee didn’t do all the responsible things she did this season, the warlocks would have probably gotten Puppycat while the island went to shambles. Actions have consequences and that’s what this was about. I believe next season is why ‘Lazy in Space’ was the title. The characters are going to be in space, looking for Bee’s dad, and will acknowledge all the weird things going on while developing, excuse the pun, in out of this world ways.
I can’t wait for season 3.
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You know shits fucked when I’m active again!! Anyways,
I’ve spent my whole life feeling like everyone is mad at me for having emotions.
Maybe it’s the undiagnosed autism, or my moon in Scorpio. But I have had the pain of feeling like everyone is always mad at me for my emotions my whole life.
When things are peaceful, people tell me my sensitivity is my best trait. But then it’s those same people who turn around and yell at me for being “too sensitive” when they’re mad at me, hence why I feel like everyone is always mad at me for being emotional!
I’ve been in therapy since I was 8 years old, I spent basically my entire high school career in and out of PHPs (partial hospitalization programs) and therapeutic day schools. Some could easily argue I’m over therapized at this point, and I’d probably agree.
But given my history and experience, I feel so well equipped to handle situations where I have to express my emotions in a proper manner. But it always leaves me crying and screaming “I don’t understand!!”. Because I will sit there, explain what I’m trying to say, and apologize when it’s not my fault and I was the one who was hurt, and I’ll communicate how I still care and want to resolve things; and then people just look me straight in the face as I’m sobbing about how terrible I feel and tell me how horrible I am and how disrespectful and inconsiderate I am.
I shouldn’t say “people” do this to me, it’s my family. I’d like to think once I’ve moved out and made real world lasting relationships I won’t be treated like this but teehee also due to the state of the world (I live in America… kms) I fear I’ll never be able to get out of the emotional hellscape that is my home.
Back to being an astrology bitch, my sun in Libra wants nothing but peace and hates conflict/confrontation. I let the little things go to keep the peace, but when I let someone in my family know that what they’ve said upsets me?? They shut me out, literally. My mother has shoved me out of her room and slammed doors in my face as I’m sobbing hysterically more times than I can count.
My grandmother yells at me for hurting her feelings by my reaction to the nasty things she says to me. My reaction by the way is to remove myself from the conversation, go to my room, take some time to collect my thoughts, and then go to her later and try to resolve what happened earlier.
It’s like, okay, cool. So if I tell mom something she said hurt my feelings she won’t want to deal with my emotions like always and I’ll cry and cry and cry to her hoping she’ll show me one ounce of love or something. And if I tell my grandma something she said hurt my feelings she will throw it back on me for hurting her feelings with my reaction to the nasty things she said to me. With my mom the end usually goes like her getting so mad I get scared and she physically throws me out of her room and slams the door in my face, and with my grandma she will continue to berate me and tell me how terrible I make her feel with my emotions, screaming so in my face as I’m sobbing, until I can’t take it anymore and I leave her alone.
I really am one of those people that just wants everyone to be happy and kind to one another. Why can’t everything be puppies, kittens, and rainbows after all? Why does everyone have to be so mean? Why can’t I understand? Why are people even nastier to me when I’m already upset or having a bad day?
Inside me there is a little undiagnosed autistic girl who can’t understand why everyone is so mean to her. Right now she’s clawing to be let out, I feel her in my throat, with my voice hoarse from screaming “I don’t understand!”. I can feel her behind my eyes, watching the same mistreatment she received at a very young age happen again and again from those who are supposed to be the kindest to me and show me the most love, her emotions overflowing through my eyes constantly.
“You’re so strong” people tell me, but am I really that strong? Or do you just not pay attention when I am weak?
In the end, I feel like everyone who knows me is sick of my emotions on some level. If it’s any consolation to those people, I am too. I don’t think anyone ever even thought of that, that I could be tired of feeling this way. Because no one has ever tried to help, they just push me onto a professional and away from them. But something I find comes with being over therapized is that I don’t need to talk to a professional, I already do that weekly. I need my friends and family to be there for me, just someone to listen who isn’t being paid to do so.
It feels like I always have so much to say but no one in my life wants to listen to it, even my very best friend has stopped opening my snaps and doesn’t text me unless I text her first. I always feel like I am too much for everyone. I feel like I’m always bending over backwards for everyone else because I wish someone would do that for me but no one ever does!! Why doesn’t anyone care about me like I care about them?
Why is everyone so mean?
#teehee too upset to do tags again#these aren’t even necessarily for people to see#I just need to write because when everyone shuts me out it’s write or explode#I get so upset I feel like I’m going to die#and all I need is a hug#but god forbid someone give that to me#my emotions are so intense#they hurt#they physically hurt
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Alfyn, the Apothecary: Chapter 2
WARNING! Spoilers ahead for Chapter 2 of Alfyn’s story in Octopath Traveler!
Alright! Time to destroy our hopes of making a difference in the world with the harsh reality of the pharmaceutical business!
I swear, if this story kicks the life out of my sunshine boy...
Well, we made it to Goldshore at the right time! There’s a sickness going through town! And our boy Alfyn’s on it!
His first patient is a little girl! Again. Oh well, he’s on the case!
...Well he would be. Seems another apothecary’s here. One with very suspicious sounding voice clips....
Time to leave little Ellen then. Our sweet boy will continue on his way.
And to Ellen’s mother, ma’am! I was just trying to help! And there’s nothing wrong with being scruffy! Geez!
What a simple chapter! Now onward to...
...No one bought that, right?
Yeah, we got plenty more to cover. Especially about possibly one of the most twisted characters in this game; and frighteningly, one you could see in real life.
Let’s talk about Goldshore first. We’ve made it to the retirement town! Beautiful beaches and a district for the wealthy, you can just see millionaires flocking here to spend their last days. The water blends beautifully with the sand pixels, making use of the 2d-3d presentation. The sand looks great too, great job on the layering. I also like detail of the cliffs cutting into the bricks on the steps, it really sells the coastal vibe. And the sparkles simulating the shimmering reflection of the sun tie it all together. The city itself is simple, even in the fancier district. Just content to let the beach take center stage. This does make the church seem out of place, clashes with the tone. Still nice. Though, you’d think a town this fancy would clean up that boat wreck at the shore...
Alfyn continues to be a sweet boy, nothing new on that front. I am glad I got to see him figure out stuff on his own: he observed Vanessa’s behavior and while he believed her at first like everyone else, once he saw her act in a way contrary to how she was at first, he became suspicious and investigated thoroughly. It’s important to balance his kindness with his intelligence.
I like that this chapter doesn’t just demonize wanting money. Sure, more value is placed on love like the moral goes, but money is acknowledged as something necessary to survive. Love and helping others is great, but you need to support yourself while you’re at it. The problem is when you let your desire for money override your conscience.
Of course we end up having to cure a sick little girl after all. Who is poor. And was sick before this. All to show how depraved someone would have to be to not want to treat her. Hopefully her mom will be more grateful now...
Okay. Did not expect Ellen to say that.
The Caves of Azure were actually kind of pretty, especially the boss room. I really liked how the emphasis on blue worked, and how the lighting hit it.
Vanessa Hyzel...is a scarily realistic villain. Seeming to cure illness, only to give the patient a new one...Hiding behind a facade of charity to build believability so there’s less of a fuss when she overcharges...This could and does happen in real life. Scam artists are everywhere. And we don’t have a lot of Alfyns to stop them.
WAIT, SHE EXPERIMENTED ON KITTENS?! SHE’S GOING DOWN!
Of course she’s a summon boss. Well, at least she explains why they’re there!
Dang. That was cold, Alfyn. I underestimated you. I knew we couldn’t let her get away, but I didn’t think he’d drug her. Okay, he’s not all sunshine and rainbows.
Yeah, I deserve an apology! Not all scruffy drifters are bad guys, ma’am!
The ending was sweet. It’s nice to have your efforts appreciated, even if you only get seashells from some little girls. But, okay! Getting money in this game is not easy, but I’m not poor! And grown-ups can cry! Everyone has feelings! And you’ll get there Alfyn. You’ll be just like your hero.
Maybe even better.
As for the other’s thoughts on observing a pandemic:
H’aanit: It’s nice she appreciates how good he is with kids. It’s good for work! But she will smile when she feels like it, thank you.
Olberic: It’s nice to see someone whose work is fighting praise someone who works in healing. And I’m glad Alfyn doesn’t criticize Olberic for being someone who’s caused a lot of injuries. They both respect each other and share a determination to hone their crafts. It’s nice.
Cyrus: Dang it, Alfyn! Have some more faith in yourself! You’ll get there! And you’re already doing a good job! ACCEPT THE PRAISE!
Tressa: Way to get our hopes up, Tress. Don’t come at me with that sentimental stuff, we got a party to feed! Okay, I kinda like the mushy, value can’t always be measured in money.
Therion: ...Alfyn, you’re scaring me. How does a conscience get pricked? What does he need to be careful about, Theri? I think he has more of that stuff!
Primrose: You just defended crying, Alfyn. Now you’re trying to look tough in front of Prim. Make up your mind. But yeah, he’d be a great father. One day.
Ophilia: ...’Kay. TMI, don’t need to know about your nervous itching, or where it is, but okay. We’ll keep the praise to a minimum. Even if it’s well-deserved.
Now we go to Saintsbridge!
...I don’t trust that name. Kind of ominous.
But maybe that’s why they need an apothecary?
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How would the twisted! boys react to their small human friend giving them a kiss on the cheek?
ohsdjfnek omg fluff moment
Twisted!Crowley: Happiest bird papa, he is loved by his baby ^w^ Be ready for lots of snuggles and affection, very little could sour his mood for the rest of the day after that
Twisted!Grim: Oh lord his ego. His (adopted) henchman likes him best! He is parading around with Yuu on his back all day being proud of himself.
Twisted!Riddle: At first he's surprised, then he goes full bloom mode. Yuu thought they made him mad, but he is desperately trying to keep his composure and not just devolve into verbal keysmash from being flustered. May very lightly scold Yuu for making him embarrassed, but it's definitely not a serious reprimand. Yuu could tell from how vibrant his petals were for a while that he was actually very happy.
Twisted!Ace: Ah, yes, a kiss between homies. Will tease Yuu a little bit before giving them a little kiss on the head like a kitten in return
Twisted!Deuce: He will cry. Yknow those edits where someone is crying and there's hearts with motion blur on them all over the screen? That's him rn. SHAMBLES. No chance at recovery. Kiss attack at Night Raven College, 1 dead.
Twisted!Trey: Just goes "aww <3" before also giving kisses, a little bit embarrassed by it, but is still a happy boi
Twisted!Cater: Will definitely ask Yuu to do it again for a selfie, but is very happy about it. Definitely becoming his screen saver #LoveIsStoredInTheYuu❤️❤️❤️
Twisted!Leona: Yuu has awakened him, and now he shall make them pay for it by being his plushie. It's just to hide the way he smiled, but he certainly couldn't hide his big rumbly purr.
Twisted!Ruggie: Shishishishi!! He'd definitely tease Yuu for being soft or just trying to bribe him for snacks, but that smile is genuine. Maybe try the other cheek if they're trying to ask him for something? >;3c
Twisted!Jack: Hurricane Jack's Tail is entering your vicinity, take shelter immediately. All he can do against the kisses is hide behind his hands and grumble about how it wasn't fair of Yuu to do that. Poor doggo, too much cute for him.
Twisted!Azul: One-way trip to the octopus pot for this poor boy, he is returning never. Yuu will be signing a non-disclosure agreement about this very soon. Also, please don't use this to get out of shifts, he wouldn't be able to say no.
Twisted!Jade: You feel no fear and I am deeply afraid of you. He is surprised at first, but his smile is much less dark and menacing afterwards. More teasing, but will also try to coax Yuu into giving him more kisses.
Twisted!Floyd: You fool. Yuu is getting kissed all over now, there is no escaping it. Floyd is now aware that kisses are on the table, and will often chase Yuu down to not only squeeze them, but completely smother them in kisses from here on out.
Twisted!Jamil: You get exactly one (1) shy noise out of him before he hides in his hood. Will definitely ask Yuu what it was for, but he isn't complaining. He's too shy to ask for more kisses, even though he really wants them. Give him a kiss when he does something well or as a thank you for a good hypno-sleep ^w^ he deserves it
Twisted!Kalim: Once again, you fool. The boy essentially becomes a flashbang and there's rainbows and sparkles everywhere good lord Yuu will go BLIND. He is literally so bright help
Twisted!Vil: Oop there's a dent in his face- but still he's quite happy. Yuu gets headpats from potato dad, maybe a boop as well? 😳
Twisted!Rook: Do you have no sense of self preservation sir/ma'am/m'theydy?? HELLO? You have seconds to start running, please commence immediately. But Yuu does receive kisses of their own once they're caught.
Twisted!Epel: how could you. There's flowers blooming everywhere on him and his leaves are super green and oh lord there's bees all over the place, this is far from a sturdy, manly look. What in tarnation, sugar pea. This is not darn tootin. Yeehaw.
Twisted!Idia: Samurai.EXE has stopped working. Complete verbal keysmash, head in hands, it's a complete critical hit. He will never ever live it down. You have broken the poor boy, and he will stay in his room until this error code is sorted out.
Twisted!Ortho: Definitely surprised, but oh my god he's so happy look at him. Just pure, absolute sunshine from this little machine. This memory is going into his most secure file, it's precious to him.
Twisted!Malleus: ahem, BE NOT AFRAI- Im not making that joke again lmao. He applauds your bravery, little one ^w^ Malleus was definitely stunned for a while. He's so happy to have Yuu around, and he wishes he could give his own kisses. He only has his one eye, sadly. No mouth.
Twisted!Lilia: Awww, little baby bat is such a sweetheart! Many nuzzles and some fawning is in order, and maybe a story as well? Ole peepaw bat hasn't felt this much love in his heart since Silver was little.
Twisted!Silver: A kiss of true baby has woken him up. He'll ask Yuu if they wanted anything from him, and if they say they just wanted to say hi he'll give them the softest older brother smile they've ever seen. Will definitely be open to snuggling.
Twisted!Sebek: AH! AFFECTION FROM THE TINY CREATURE! HOW UNBEFITTING OF A GUARD! In all seriousness, he looks downright scandalized, but he looks downright scandalized about everything. Croco boi is just loud and embarrassed.
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Three Years
b19: “in my dreams we’re still together”
where y/n has fallen out of love and harry is tired of fighting for them {angst} // based off lyrics from our song by rainbow kitten surprise
this is a prologue to the series “jealousy” which can be found here or wattpad
word count: 1,540
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You knew you had been distant. It hadn’t been a conscious decision at first, but then it slowly turned into one once you realized. Things just weren’t how they used to be between you and Harry. It hurt even more knowing that he was trying and you were checked out. It was as if you had mentally already left the relationship and were keeping him around for the physical comfort it brought. He was all you knew for three years now.
Three years filled will memories you would never forget, sure. But that also meant three years of falling in love just to fall out. It wasn’t like it was time wasted in your eyes because when the times were good, they were good. But when the times were bad, they were bad. Really bad.
You remembered all the smiley texts you would both send each other when you first started dating. The countless flirts to suck you guys both back in to each other. It was messy, it was needy—but in the best way. You loved him. He loved you.
Your old selves would fight over who would make each other coffee in the morning. It would usually end with both of you still making coffee, but the other’s order. Sometimes someone would sneak out of bed earlier than normal so they could beat the other to it. It was the little things that you held on to. The little things that made the love spread so fiercely. But fires have to go out eventually, including your old selves.
Your friends used to play wedding bell sounds when you spoke about him. When the words erupted from your lips, a smile spreading with it. The smiles were contagious, everyone could feel the love as you spoke about him.
They stopped playing those noises when they saw the smiles fade along with your stories. You tried so hard to blend in and put on a brave face. You didn’t like the worries or questions from your friends. You wanted so desperately for it to be hidden away. Maybe then you would get out of the hole that you had gotten yourself into.
These feelings would probably just go away soon anyway, you said to yourself seven months ago.
They weren't going away. If anything, you were progressively holding resentment. Most of that resentment was towards yourself. You watched Harry try tirelessly to work it out. You watched him break down in tears when you weren't trying in the way he needed you to. You didn't know what was wrong with you. It was like you wanted to leave, but couldn't.
What was wrong with you?
The fight last night was what really sealed the deal. You two had never fought like this and you knew he was hurt. You both cried, but for different reasons and that killed you. You still loved him, but not in the way he loved you. Watching him upset due to your actions tore you apart, so you knew you had to leave.
"I don't even know who you are any more! What did you did with the old Y/n? I miss her so fucking badly," he cried.
This seemed to spark all of a sudden from him. One minute you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone and the next Harry was in tears.
"What else do you expect from me? We don't do anything any more! We don't have fun together any more," you huffed. Your phone buzzed off to your side. It was your friend asking if you were okay after you briefly texted them that you and H were fighting again.
"All you do is sit there on your phone. Talk to me! Something!" He pleaded. His words cut through your heart like a dagger. All you guys did was talk, though. It was like you two went through loops of the same issues, with nothing to come resolved with it. It would just lead you two right back here a week later.
"Am I not talking right now?" Your voice raised as you motioned between you and Harry. You knew this wasn't what he meant, but you didn't know what else to say.
His eyes rimmed with that shade of red that you had grown too familiar with. Your own shade pricked at your eyes as you fought the tears from spilling out.
You were so tired of crying, it was exhausting. You had almost gotten used to the way you would wake up the next morning with eyes so puffy it almost hurt.
"Who even are you?" He whispered, his lip quivering through the words.
You didn't know the answer to that. You didn't recognize yourself either. The argument continued to loop through your head, as it did every time you fought. Every time would be a reminder that you had to be broken. The normal Y/n would have never acted this way. Something in you had eaten away at your soul that used to reside within your heart. You felt like a hollowed out shell of the person you grew up to be.
You would try to console yourself, reminding yourself that sometimes couples fight. And sometimes you would just have to let the fights happen because there was no other way around it. It stopped feeling like it was normal awhile ago, so the attempts for consolation didn't last long. You could at least say you tried though.
Harry was going to be back home from work any minute now and you braced yourself. You felt like such a stranger in your own home and you knew he did, too.
You could picture it now: him walking through the front door, avoiding your eye contact as he put his bag up, only to go sit on the couch without another word. He never went up to his room when he could easily lock himself away. You wondered if he did that because he wanted you to still come sit with him. All he seemed to cling onto was the hope that you would spark back to life. You wondered when he would give up on his wait.
You ended up being right about your prediction. There he was: sat, slumped over on the couch as you sat in the kitchen. You were working on an art piece, your eyes honed in on the intricate details of your subject's hair. You peeked through your eyebrows just for a moment and you met his glance. You didn't expect him to look at you at the same time and you mentally cursed at yourself for the accidental contact.
A grunt from the couch alerted you of him sitting up. Maybe this was the time he was going to fully shut you out and walk up the stairs, the door locking behind him.
Wrong.
He sat across from you at the table. Out of the corner of your eyes you saw him put his elbows onto the table, his attention fully on you. It was hard for you to ignore, but you tried as hard as you could. You didn't have the energy for another argument, not this soon after the last one.
"Shit, ouch." One of your cutting utensils slipped between your fingers, grazing against the pad of your thumb. A dot of blood began to form at the accident site.
"You okay?" Harry asked quietly.
You nodded your head as you held pressure against the wound, "I'm good. Just slipped."
You weren't going to tell him it was his presence that threw you off, causing your fingers to tremble and slip out from your grasp.
"Y/n?" He fiddled with the fabric of the table cloth, averting your gaze as he spoke.
You inhaled a deep breath, worried about what was to come next out of his mouth.
"Yeah?"
"Do you still love me?" It sounded more like a plea. You could tell by the tone of his voice that there was only one answer that would soothe him.
"I do," you said as you wrapped a Band-Aid around your thumb. You heard him breathe out a sigh. This time you weren't sure if it was a breath of relief or of despair.
"But not the same as before, hm?" He placed his hands down from the cloth, bringing his gaze back up to you. It sounded more like a statement than a question. But his face remained put together without a quiver of the lip in sight. His eyes were focused, without a single glisten of a tear.
"No," you managed out. You couldn't look up for longer than a few seconds, it was too hard. "It's not your fault," you continued.
"Save it, Y/n," Harry jutted out, abruptly getting up from his chair. You watched him as he pushed it in. He was avoiding your eye contact again.
"Harry, I'm sorry. I don't know what else to say." It was your lip that quivered first this time. You hated hurting him. You knew you had to be honest though. He deserved honesty.
His back was turned to you, but he looked over his shoulder.
"You know, in my dreams, we're still together. We're still happy and you still love me the way that I love you," he said solemnly and turned back around, "But I'll never get that and I'm tired of dreaming about something that'll never be mine again."
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desolate (14) - M
— summary: you just wanted a cute little normal cat to keep you company. so, you're not really sure how you ended up with the grumpiest hybrid on earth that seems hellbent on making your life difficult.
— pairing: cat hybrid yoongi x human reader
— genre: angst, fluff, smut
— word count: 7.4k
— warnings: 🔞 this chapter contains smut; unprotected sex (don’t do that tho), fingering, knotting, etc.
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For the first time in weeks, you actually feel refreshed when you wake up. You let out a soft sigh against Yoongi’s sweater, the material soft and warm underneath your cheek. You let the sleepiness fade away bit by bit, enjoying the sunlight peeking into your apartment and the steady rhythm of Yoongi’s heartbeat thrumming against your ear. You would be content with staying here forever, in the quiet and peaceful morning all wrapped up in Yoongi, but the quiet rumbling in your stomach lets you know that you might have to change your plans.
Yoongi lets out a low grumble of displeasure the moment you try to slip away from him, his arms tightening around your waist to make sure you won’t leave. Yoongi buries his nose deeper into your hair, the rumble in his chest melting into a softer purr as he inhales your scent. Your heart does a little flip at the action, a grin tugging at your lips as you press a quick peck to Yoongi’s chest. It takes a few minutes, but you eventually manage to wiggle out of Yoongi’s hold, careful not to wake him.
You wince as you open the door to the fridge, the barren inside mocking you. There are still a few days until you get paid, but hopefully this will last you until then. You decide that some scrambled eggs and toast will have to do - and you make quick work of getting everything ready. You’re leaning against the counter, watching mindlessly as the eggs start to cook and fluff up. You can’t believe you even entertained the idea of adopting Yoongi last night. You grimace, eyes gliding over to the stack of bills on the other side of the counter. You can’t even pay for your current living expenses, how the hell are you supposed to take care of Yoongi too?
You stir the eggs with a little more force than necessary, eyebrows pinched tightly as you try to run through all the possible options you have. Yoongi needs an owner – it’s the law. Even if he wanted to apply to become a free one, he would still need to be owned during the process. And if you won’t adopt him, he’ll be forced to find someone else. He’ll likely be brought to a shelter whether he wants to or not, and you have a feeling that the next person that adopts him won’t exactly see him as an equal in the same way that you do. If Yoongi leaves, there’s no guarantee you’ll even be able to ever see him again. It won’t be up to him, it’ll be something for his new owner to decide. And you don’t want that. You don’t want Yoongi to go back to the same situation he just escaped from. But what choice you do have? Especially now that your current job is hanging on by a thin thread.
You’ll just have to pick up two jobs, maybe even three if you can make the shifts match up. You managed to survive on five hours of sleep a day back in university during your exams, so it can’t be that hard to do it again, right? Sure it will probably be exhausting, but you’ll deal with it if it means that Yoongi can stay.
“What’s wrong?” You nearly jump out of your skin as Yoongi’s breath fans across your ear, his chest flush to your back as he wraps his arms around your waist. You had forgotten just how quiet Yoongi could be, truly living up to his cat genetics. You hesitate, unsure if it’s worth sharing your troubles with Yoongi if it’s only going to make him feel bad. You don’t doubt he’ll tell you it’s okay and find someone else if he thinks it’s too much for you to manage.
“Tell me, kitten. I could smell your anxiety from the living room,” Yoongi’s voice is ladled with sleep, the slight rasp making your legs feel weak. The soft fur of Yoongi’s ear brushes against your chin when you hesitantly bite down on your lip, his enhanced hearing picking up even the smallest of sounds.
“Yoongi, are you sure you don’t want to be a free hybrid?” You feel his arms stiffen, his fingers digging into the material of your – his – hoodie. “I just want to make sure that you’re making the right choice. Not to say that you can’t become one later! I just .. don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.”
“I don’t really have the necessary funds to help you with the process, and it might take a while for me to save up if that’s what you want. I know Mr. Yang had some options for you that might be better if you want that in the near future,” You mumble. If Yoongi relies on you to become a free hybrid, it will probably take you closer to ten years to save up what he needs with the meagre paycheck you have now. That is, if you even get to keep your job for that long.
“Y/n,” Yoongi turns his head, lips meeting your throat in a chaste kiss. “I’ll tell you this as many times as you need to hear it, but I really don’t want to become one. I have more protection, more rights, as an adopted hybrid than I would ever have as a free one. It doesn’t matter what the government tries to portray it as – it isn’t true,” He lets out a low hiss.
“I just want some stability, someone I can call home. And I really want that to be you,” Yoongi murmurs.
“I want that too,” You rest a hand on top of Yoongi’s, tilting your head to lean against his. You want it so, so bad. “It’s just –“
“The bills?” Yoongi continues. You give him a weak noise of confirmation, gaze unwillingly straying over to the pile of all of your problems.
“Don’t worry about it, kitten. It’s my turn to take care of you now after everything you’ve done for me.”
You suck in a surprised breath, quickly turning around in Yoongi’s hold to properly look at him. “What do you mean, ‘take care of me’?” You ask carefully, eyebrows pinched with confusion as Yoongi’s lips curl into a blinding smile.
“Exactly what I said,” Yoongi tugs you closer, your hands falling to rest on his chest to keep your balance. Yoongi’s tail brushes across your calves, trailing up your legs until it settles around your waist, gently curling around it just above where Yoongi’s hands are resting on your hips.
“Apparently when that fucker was fined a hundred thousand dollars, it was a hundred thousand to each of his victims,” Yoongi’s lips curl with displeasure as he utters the last word. “He had made so much money on trading us that it wasn’t even an issue for him to pay up right away. He’s probably going to try to reduce his sentence by being good and paying everything he’s required to.” He lets out a humourless snort, the tail around your waist giving you an involuntary squeeze at his flaring anger.
“He’s not going to get out Yoongi. Even if they do reduce it by some years, it’s not going to be enough for him to actually get released,” You say, gently moving a hand up to cup Yoongi’s face. The cat hybrid leans into your touch the moment your skin makes contact with his, eyelids fluttering closed as you run your thumb across his cheek. There’s no way Mr. Park is ever going to get released, and even if he against all odds should, you’re going to make sure you’ll put him right back where he belongs. You mull over Yoongi’s words as he rubs his cheek against your palm, one word jumping out at you.
Us.
“Yoongi, when you said us, do you mean your .. siblings?” You watch as Yoongi’s face stiffens, the fingers on your hips digging in a little deeper, before he breathes out a low “Yes.”
You can’t even imagine how hard it much be to know that you have family out there, but having no idea where they are or how many. Considering there even was a list, and Mr. Park had been running his breeding business for years before he got caught, you don’t doubt that it has to be long.
“Do you want to find them?” You ask carefully. It must be hard, painful even, for Yoongi to know that he’s not alone; that he has siblings out there who knows what he’s been through, and likely has been in the same terrible situation as he has, or maybe even worse – but that’s also why you’re not really all that shocked when Yoongi’s eyes flutters open, his gaze firm as he takes a deep breath and then, “No. I have all the family I need right here.”
And that’s more than fine. You can’t blame him for not wanting to relive his old life through every sibling he would meet. He doesn’t deserve it. What Yoongi needs, is to move on and put it all behind him, and you’re more than willing to help him do just that.
“Okay,” You nod, stomach fluttering at Yoongi’s words. Aside from Jihyo and Sana, Yoongi is the only family you really have. You don’t see yours too often, maybe once a year, and it’s always tense, always filled with You should’ve studied this or You’re still living there? and that’s not what family should be. It’s not what Yoongi is.
“You got me side-tracked kitten,” Yoongi grumbles, nipping playfully after your hand as you slide it down to rest on his shoulder. “What I meant to say was, I have money now. For once, let me take care of you and pay you back for everything you’ve done for me these past months,” Yoongi looks down at you earnestly, hopefully, and it just makes you heart bloom even more.
“I want you to use the money to find a new place for us to live, somewhere that’s a little safer,” He takes a step closer, pulling your chest flush against his as he ducks his head down to look at you. “I’ve got no use for the money on my own, I can’t even use it without an owner–“ Yoongi pouts, his eyes sparkling as he can see your resolve begin to crumble in front of his eyes, “– so if you’re really that apprehensive about it, just think of it as doing me a favour.”
It sounds tempting. You do want to adopt Yoongi and you do want to move you both somewhere nicer, but there’s still something gnawing at your conscience.
“If I adopt you –“ The tip of Yoongi’s tail flicks excitedly along your stomach at your words, “then you have to promise me that you’ll keep your money for yourself. You can pay half, and I’ll pay half. I’m not going to exploit you.”
“Okay, deal,” Yoongi doesn’t miss a beat as he closes the last distance between the two of you, his plush lips finding yours easily. You bring your hands up around his neck, carding your fingers through the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. It’s getting long again, and now would probably be a good time to finally take Yoongi to a proper hairdresser to get it cut. A loud purr rumbles from Yoongi’s chest as you intertwine your hands in his hair, the sound echoing in your little kitchen. You pull back, letting out an enamoured laugh as you see the faint flush in Yoongi’s cheeks.
Yoongi’s eyes narrow at your amusement, his mouth opening to shoot back a retort when he stops to wrinkle his nose, head tilting to the side to look at something over your shoulder. His tail quickly detaches from your waist as he lets out a snort, and says, “I think the eggs are burning.”
“Shit!”
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Your eyes shift warily around the office as you make your way inside, the cold weather still lingering in your bones as you quickly shuffle over to your desk. Jihyo doesn’t even spare you a glance as you sit down, her mouth slightly agape as her eyes stay glued to the screen in front of her.
You sweep your gaze across the office as you remove your coat, surprised to find that most of your co-workers seem to either be doing the same thing as Jihyo, or whispering quietly amongst themselves.
“Jihyo? What’s going on?” You murmur as you take your seat. Jihyo shakes her head as she mouths out email, her gaze still locked on to her computer. You frown as you quickly boot up your own, a sudden sense of urgency making you desperate to get into the system.
You tap your fingers impatiently against your desk as the computer logs you in, your hands flying across the keyboard to open up your mail. You bring up the email that says ‘URGENT’, eyes flying across the screen as you skim through it. You can feel your own mouth falling open in shock as you reach the bottom, a wave of relief hitting you so hard you might actually cry if you don’t pull yourself together.
“Jihyo?” You breathe, and Jihyo finally meets your eyes, her surprise mirroring yours.
“I can’t believe he got fired!” She hisses, and you can’t do much more than shake your head in disbelief. You can’t believe it either. All the anxiety and worries you’ve had for your future that suddenly seemed so bleak is .. gone, just like that.
The email doesn’t say how your boss got exposed for sabotaging cases, just that he got found out, and that resulted in immediate termination. Not only that – but apparently the higher ups in the company has decided to merge with another firm that specializes in the same field; expanding the company and making it so that there won’t be one boss to oversee everything, but rather new team leaders and smaller groups working together.
You suppose the thought behind it is that it’ll make it easier to see if anyone is trying to exploit their positions or somehow foil their cases. Perhaps the thing that stood out the most was the fact that anyone who has worked at either of the two companies for three years or more can apply to the new positions, and you’re qualified to do that.
Jihyo seems to be following your train of thought, because she lets out a low giggle, her eyes sparkling as she says, “You’re going to be such a good team leader.”
“Jihyo!” You scold, “You don’t even know if I’ll get it. There are lots of people who as just as qualified as me.” But you can’t help but hope. Getting a promotion would solve so much, and it would make both yours and Yoongi’s life so much easier.
“Maybe, but I don’t think anyone is going to try as hard as you,” Jihyo gives you once over, her eyebrow quirking as she sees the small tug at your lip, a faint smile you haven’t been able to wipe off ever since you fell asleep yesterday.
“I take it that you worked things out with Yoongi?” She grins. Her smile seems to grow impossibly wider at your embarrassed nod, and she lets out an extravagant sigh, hands clutches to her chest as she says, “Ah your poor competition, they definitely don’t stand a chance now.”
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“I’ll go get the last one,” Yoongi says, his tail brushing against the back of your hand as he walks past you. You huff in agreement, in box in your arms feeling like it’s going to tear them clean off as you quickly shuffle into the living room. You drop it onto the nearby table with a groan, rolling your shoulders to get the ache out of them as you step back.
Your new living room is littered with boxes, everything from your old apartment crammed into one room. You’ve brought no furniture along aside from your old coffee table, the other pieces so old and worn you and Yoongi both decided it was time to invest in something new. Your new couch and bed thankfully arrived the day before, so everything was ready to move into as soon as you brought all of your belongs over to the new house.
These past months still feel so surreal. You got that promotion you fought tooth and nail for, making both your hours and your pay much better. You even have the option to work from home a few days a week now, and that’s something you’ve been taking advantage of as much as possible. Your promotion also meant that you could finally find a new place to live now that you could split the cost fifty-fifty with Yoongi. It was the cat hybrid that had showed you the listing for a quaint little house on the outskirts of the city, and you knew right away that this was the right place for the both of you. The house is everything you’ve ever dreamed of. It’s not anything grand, but it’s more than enough for you and Yoongi, a pretty little home with a garden you just know will bloom beautifully once spring rolls around.
The large windows in the living room gives the house so much light, and you feel like you can finally breathe properly for the first time in months. Especially after being confined in your little shoebox apartment for years. It was a good home, but you had outgrown it long ago – long before you even met Yoongi.
Not to mention, you officially adopted Yoongi a few weeks after he came back, not wanting to drag out the inevitable even longer. It was weird–and it still is–signing the papers that meant you now had complete and utter ownership of another person, of Yoongi, but despite all that, you know deep down that it’s for the best. That Yoongi finally has the protection and safety he craves, and if he ever wants to become free, or leave, it’s never something you’ll use against him. The papers are nothing more than a formality to keep Yoongi safe, and that’s what you cling to whenever you wonder if you’ve done the right thing or not.
One thing you don’t think you can ever get used to though, is the stares. It’s been a little over three months since the trials, but people don’t seem to have forgotten about Yoongi just yet. You suppose it’s not that weird considering it isn’t often hybrids are represented on TV, but still, it keeps catching you off guard. It doesn’t matter if people look at him with interest or thinly veiled disgust, you can’t help but feel defensive when you catch people staring. So you don’t even think twice anymore before you switch places with Yoongi as you walk, or tug him along to another area in the supermarket under the guise that you saw something new you want to try. You’re pretty sure Yoongi has caught on long ago to what you have been doing, but he never complains about it – just follows along with a smile and a squeeze to your hand, and so you take it as permission to continue.
“Last one,” Yoongi grumbles as he brushes past you, the tight-fitting sweater leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. You watch, transfixed, as his biceps strain under the weight of the box he’s carrying, the sight making your mouth run dry.
“That’s great,” You feel your cheeks flush at how affected you sound. Not only has Yoongi finally gained back all the weight he was missing, but he has also been working out, a lot. While you might not have initially pegged Yoongi as someone who enjoys heavy exercise, you’re not all that surprised that it’s a hobby he’s grown fond of either. You know it’s something many hybrids enjoy, because for a lot of them, it’s the only thing that yields any results. And so, hybrid friendly gyms aren’t only a place for them to exercise, but to make friends too. You’re sure his heightened interest has more to do about the people he trains with more than the actual training itself, but it makes him happy, and that’s all that matters. And it’s not like you mind seeing Yoongi growing buffer either, but that’s sort of the issue. Because if you thought it was hard keeping your hands off him before, it’s almost torture now.
Yoongi’s head whips around at the breathless tilt to your voice as he puts the box down, the concern in his gaze transforming into something darker as he realizes why you seem so flushed.
“See something you like?” Yoongi teases, his biceps bulging against his sweater as he crosses his arms over his chest.
Rude.
“That’s not– I’m just tired,” You awkwardly clear your throat as you shift you gaze elsewhere, anywhere, that doesn’t put you in danger of making yourself drool.
“I’m sure you are, kitten,” Yoongi hums. You can feel his dark gaze burning into your face as he steps closer, but you refuse to meet it, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of watching you squirm. Yoongi doesn’t stop until he’s directly in front of you, a puff of air fanning across your cheek as he leans in closer. Soft fur brushes against your exposed ankles, the feeling so unexpected it makes your breath hitch. But Yoongi doesn’t comment on it, only presses a soft kiss to your cheek and murmurs, “You did well today. Go get washed up and I’ll start putting things away.” And then he leaves, the soft echo of footsteps making their way to the kitchen making you snap out of your daze.
The thing is, you haven’t been .. intimate with Yoongi ever since his rut. It wasn’t that either of you regret it, because you sure don’t, and Yoongi has made it very clear that he doesn’t; but you both agreed that you went about it a little backwards. So you both decided to take things slow. To do things right this time. It’s not like you don’t touch – because you very much do. You get all the hand holding, hugs, cuddles and gentle kisses you want, but Yoongi always pulls away before things can escalate into something more. And well, you always feel a little wave of relief go through your system every time he does.
You think you both might actually be a little nervous to take it any further. I do want to, but, you’re scared. Scared that Yoongi might not want you in the same way that he did during his rut. You know ruts are only supposed to amplify the needs and desires that are already there, but what if that goes for Yoongi’s enjoyment too? What if you’re not enough without his rut heightening his emotions? You know it’s silly – stupid – to think so, and that Yoongi keeps proving those thoughts wrong all the time, but still, just because you know some things are silly doesn’t mean it’s easy to let go of them.
You’re not sure why Yoongi keeps backing off, but maybe he’s worried about the same thing? Must be. You sigh, running your fingers through your tangled locks as you decide to take Yoongi up on his offer. You do really need a little pick-me up, and taking a shower sounds divine. As you make your way over to your bathroom, you can’t help the smile that graces your lips as you listen to Yoongi shuffling around in the kitchen. You know you’ll have to face those silly fears sooner rather than later, but for now, you’re happy to just push those feelings down and pretend they don’t exist.
But as always, things never turn out the way you want them to.
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“Yoongi,” You pant as teeth nip against your collarbones, a rough tongue swiping over the marks to soothe the sting. You swear you have no idea how you ended up here. One second you were just relaxing on your new couch next to Yoongi after a long day of moving, and the next you’re caged in underneath his body, experiencing the most action you’ve had in months. You’re already breathing hard just from the intense make-out session you had, your lips bruised and raw from all of Yoongi’s nibbling and biting.
“What kitten?” Yoongi purrs against your neck, his fluffy ears twitching back and fourth to make sure he doesn’t miss any sound you make. The vibration against your throat makes you choke, your hands flying up to tangle into Yoongi’s soft locks.
“Are you sure about this? I don’t want to r-rush if you’re not ready,” You stutter halfway through as Yoongi licks a long stripe up your neck, his sharp teeth grazing the shell of your ear. There’s a confused huff of air, Yoongi reluctantly pulling back from your neck to properly look at you.
“Why wouldn’t I be ready?” Yoongi asks.
“Because you kept stopping whenever things started uh, heating up?” You wince at your poor word choice, Yoongi cocking his head to the side as he watches you carefully.
“I did that because of you, Y/n. You were practically choking my senses with how nervous you were – I was trying to take things slow and not make you uncomfortable.”
Oh.
“So I think I should be asking you if you’re okay, kitten, not the other way around. We can stop now if you want to,” Yoongi leans down to press a quick peck against your nose, the gentle smile on his face making your heart skip a beat.
“I’m nervous,” You admit. “The last time we did this was during your rut, and that was multiple supressed ruts combined into one, and so I’m just scared that you won’t enjoy it as much now that it’s just .. me,” You mumble, diverting your gaze to Yoongi’s shoulder.
Yoongi lets out a low growl, his tail winding around your knee as he leans in closer, forcing you eyes back onto his face as he says, “When will you learn to stop assuming things, kitten?”
“My rut doesn’t dictate anything, Y/n. What I feel during it and after it stays the same. Ruts just makes me horny for a longer period of time,” He grins at the faint flush in your cheeks, tail slowly parting your legs until he can situate himself in between them. “This–” Yoongi rolls his hips, ears perking up at the breathy sound you make as the hardness between his legs brushes against your core, “–is all you. Want you so bad, kitten. Rut or no rut.”
The slight desperation in his voice combined with the feeling of Yoongi pressed up against you, is just what you need to throw your worries out the window. There’s no need in denying yourself something you’ve wanted for so long when Yoongi obviously feels the same way that you do.
“Me too, want you too,” You rush out, eager to have Yoongi’s lips back on yours. You pull him down, fingers still tangled in his hair as he meets you halfway. It’s doesn’t take long before Yoongi deepens it, lips moving hungrily against yours as you anchor yourself in the locks between your fingers, the slight tugging only spurring Yoongi on even more.
You whine as Yoongi runs his tongue along your lips, your mouth parting automatically to let him in. Yoongi shifts his weight, the motion freeing up one of his arms. Yoongi slowly trails his hand down your chest; the unhurried touch such a juxtaposition to the feverish movement of his lips that it makes your body tremble. Yoongi lets his hand rest on your stomach for a moment, the warmth of his hand burning through the material of your shirt.
“Yoongi,” You whimper when it doesn’t seem like he’s planning on moving his hand any lower, your core clenching around nothing with how desperate you are to get his fingers where you need them.
Yoongi pulls back with a low chuckle; the sound quickly bordering on a growl the moment he sees your spit slicked and bruised lips. “Bed first,” Yoongi pants, the hunger in his eyes setting your body on fire.
Yoongi’s lips are back on yours as soon as you get up front the couch; slender hands holding your face steady as he starts backing you out of the room. You fist your hands into fabric of his sweater, tugging impatiently as Yoongi bites down on your lower lip, the low vibration from his chest a clear warning of have patience, but you’re far too needy to care. You let out a surprised squeak as the room suddenly tilts, your knees buckling against the side of the bed.
You scramble to pull yourself up further, your hungry eyes drinking in the smooth paleness of Yoongi’s body as he quickly rids himself of his sweater. You choke back a moan as he steps out his jeans, the newly defined muscles in Yoongi’s thighs making your mouth water as he crawls up the bed. You make quick work of your own clothes, Yoongi’s eyes nothing short of predatory as his gaze trails all over your exposed skin.
“You’re so pretty, kitten,” Yoongi purrs as he nudges you down, resuming the same position he had on the couch as he cages you back in. You’re both still in your underwear, Yoongi’s length straining against the material as he places his hand back on your stomach. You slide your hands up Yoongi’s shoulders until you can twist your fingers into his soft hair again, and this time Yoongi doesn’t need any prompting before his fingers slide further down your stomach, fingers hooking into the side of your underwear as he beings to peel it down.
The damp patch on your underwear only serves as evidence of how soaking wet you are already, and Yoongi’s eyes seem to grow darker, wilder, as he realizes just how ready for him you are. Yoongi surges down to capture your lips, his harsh breaths intertwining with yours as his fingers find their way back to your core. Yoongi swallows down the gasp that leaves your lips as his fingers drag between your folds, the slow friction bordering on torturous before his thumb starts doing lazy circles around your bud, your hips buckling up for more pressure.
“Don’t be impatient kitten,” Yoongi clicks his tongue, but the smugness on his face is wiped away by a sudden groan as he removes his touch from you completely, expression almost pained as he sees how his fingers are glistening with your juices. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” He growls. You can’t help the embarrassingly loud moan that escapes your lips as Yoongi starts lapping up the wetness on his fingers, his tail shuddering being his back. If you weren’t aching for Yoongi to sink into you, you probably could’ve orgasmed just from watching him. “Taste so sweet too,” Yoongi rasps.
He watches you through hooded lids as he brings his fingers back down to your core, the first finger barely even stretching your walls from how turned on you are. Finally having some friction against your walls is delicious, but one finger isn’t enough to sate the hunger burning in your belly. Yoongi adds another before you can even ask, the feeling making you mewl as you harshly tug Yoongi down for another kiss. Yoongi adds a third once you give him the clear, his fingers hitting you just right every time he pushes them back inside. You have long since abandoned Yoongi’s hair for the opportunity to explore his body, and the lean muscles seem to jump out against your fingers as you drag them from his chest to his stomach, and back up again to settle on his shoulders. You’re not sure when your bra disappeared, but thank god it did, because Yoongi’s soft lips wrapped around your nipple is enough to make your back arch, the dual stimulation almost too much.
“Need you Yoongi, please,” You beg, one hand quickly releasing his shoulder to reach down between your bodies. You let your fingers slip beneath the waistband of his underwear, Yoongi letting out a choked moan as you wrap your hand around his length. You only get to slide your hand up and down in a few quick pumps before Yoongi grabs your wrist, pulling your hand away as he rids himself of his boxers.
“I won’t last if you do that, kitten,” Yoongi grumbles, seemingly just as on edge as you are. You whine at the loss of his fingers moving inside of you, but the sigh of Yoongi’s cock straining against his stomach is enough to distract you momentarily.
“See something you like?” Yoongi echoes his words from earlier, the smirk of his face widening into a full grin as you can’t do much else but nod, your mind not having room for any thoughts except for the need to have him inside of you.
“Please,” You whimper. Yoongi grab your legs, wrapping them around his waist before he places a hand on your waist, the other guiding his cock to your folds. He keeps his eyes trained on your face for any discomfort as he begins pushing inside, the slight burn making you moan. You squeeze your legs to make sure he doesn’t stop moving, Yoongi filling you up so well you can barely think. Once he bottoms out, hips flushed against yours, he gives you a moment to adjust – and to collect himself – your walls are taking him so well that he won’t be able to last if he doesn’t try to calm down first.
“Shit,” Yoongi hisses as he draws his hips back, your tight heat around his cock making him see stars after practically blueballing himself for months. He wraps his other hand around your waist as well, giving your sides a squeeze before he slams himself back inside, setting a bruising pace straight from the start.
“Fuck, Y-Yoongi,” You moan as he shifts his hips, the next thrust hitting your sweet spot straight on.
“You were made for me kitten, you take me so well,” Yoongi’s head drops against your shoulder, a growl leaving his lips as your pussy seem to squeeze him even tighter, the added friction only spurring on the both of you even more. You don’t know whether to arch away or press closer as Yoongi begins nipping at your skin, the pressure not enough to break skin, but enough to sting deliciously every time he finds another spot to bite down on.
You cross your ankles behind Yoongi’s back, moving your hips up to meet his every time he fucks back into your heat. The pace is nearly too fast to keep up with, but Yoongi lets out a appreciate moan every time you do. You’re slightly more prepared for the stretch of his knot this time, Yoongi mumbling praises against your skin as you roll your hips against him, desperate to feel him expand inside of you.
You know you’re close, your whole body wound up so tight you feel like you’re going to snap in two. But there’s something else you want before that happens.
“Yoongi,” You bring a hand into his hair, a displeased grumble leaving his lips as you force him to pull back from your neck. “Yoongi –” You repeat, glassy eyes meeting his as he continues to fuck into you at a rapid pace, “– please mark me.”
Yoongi’s eyes grow wide, his hips stuttering to a stop as he stares down at you. “Do you mean that Y/n? You know there’s no going back from it,” Yoongi cups your cheek, the absolute adoration on his face making your heart sing. This isn’t the first time you’ve talked about it of course, you’ve had multiple conversations about it before. So you know it has to be done while Yoongi knots you, and well, you are as ready as you’ll ever be. You want to be Yoongi’s in any way that you can.
“Please mark me,” You repeat, watching as the giddy look on Yoongi’s face grows a little darker again, a possessive glint flashing in his eyes as he looks down at you. “Want you be yours – only yours.”
You only have time to suck in a breath before Yoongi’s hips pull back, his thrusts so powerful they begin to inch you up the bed as he slams back in. You still have one hand tangling in Yoongi’s hair, the other balled into the sheets, trying your best to stay in place and meet his movements. Your whole body shudders when Yoongi’s tail suddenly wraps around your waist, the soft appendage offering an extra hold on your body.
“Close, ‘m so f-fucking close,” You moan as you can feel Yoongi’s knot growing bigger, every thrust making it harder and harder to pull out. Yoongi shoves his face into the junction between your neck and shoulder, his rough tongue laving across your salty skin. It’s too much, and the moment Yoongi’s knot finally swells and locks up inside you, your orgasm hits you like a brick, your vision turning white.
Yoongi hisses as your walls clamp down on him, the added pressure the last thing he needs before his cock throbs, sharp teeth sinking into your neck as he paints your walls white. The bite is painful, but the hot liquid spilling inside of you makes you feel so good–so full–that your mind can’t make up whether it wants to focus on the pain or the pleasure.
You let out a pained whimper as Yoongi finally pulls off your neck, his tongue running over the marks to soothe the sting. “You did so well, kitten,” Yoongi murmurs against your skin, the loud purrs from his chest almost overpowering his voice when he says, “I love you so much.”
The words are barely out of his mouth before he freezes up against you, his purrs cutting off so quickly it would almost be comical if it didn’t feel like your own heart was about to burst. You can tell by how tense his body is that he would’ve fled the room already if it wasn’t for his knot keeping you together. Despite everything, this is the first time any of you have actually said it out loud. You almost slipped up a few times, but you were supposed to take things slow, so you made sure to correct yourself before you could. But now ..
“I love you too,” You whisper, Yoongi’s ears twitching against your jaw as he listens intently to your words. But Yoongi doesn’t move. At all. You use the hand in his hair to gently tug him up, your other hand moving to cup his face as he finally meets your gaze.
“What’s wrong?” You murmur. You can’t help but feel a flash of fear that Yoongi didn’t mean it, that he somehow slipped up and said something he wasn’t ready to share yet.
“I love you,” He repeats, the words seemingly rolling a little weird off his tongue, like he’s testing it out. But you see the corners of his mouth twitch, his smile only widening as he starts repeating those three words over and over. You can’t help but smile along with him, the little doubt you had melting away as Yoongi’s confessions make themselves at home inside your heart. He must sense your confusion at his initial reaction though, because he quietly adds a, “I’ve never said that to anyone before.”
You blink, your voice getting caught in your throat as you swallow thickly. It’s simultaneously the sweetest and most heart-breaking thing you’ve ever heard in your life. But you won’t cry, not when Yoongi looks so happy. Happy to have found someone he finally loves, happy to have found you. So you just let out an “I love you too, so much”, your voice thick with emotion and unsaid words you wish you knew how to phrase.
Yoongi only grins wider as you bring his face closer, peppering kisses to any part you can reach. There’s just something so fond in the way those dark eyes looks at you, like you’ve hung the stars and the moon personally for him and he can’t quite believe it. But, you feel like you’re staring back at your own personal ball of sunshine – someone who makes you feel so warm and loved that you’re sure you must be dreaming. So, you think, maybe it’s only fair that you found each other. That you get to create your own little universe with each other.
“Does it still hurt?” Yoongi brushes a careful finger across the mark on your neck, his eyes swirling with emotion as he takes in the very visible claim he’s been wanting to give you ever since you brought him home.
“Not really,” You say. It’s just a dull ache, nothing you can’t handle.
“Suits you,” Yoongi grins deviously, the smile making your stomach flip excitedly. He dips down again, nose brushing along your collarbone before he presses a chaste kiss to the mark. “All mine,” He murmurs.
And maybe you like the sound of that a little too much, the heat in your belly flaring back up as you involuntarily squeeze around Yoongi’s length that’s still buried deep inside of you. Yoongi lets out a sound that sounds like a mixture of a snort and a hiss, his voice a little rougher as he says, “Do you like the sound of that, kitten?”
“Yeah,” You say, “as long as you’re all mine too.”
“Ah–“ Yoongi’s hips twitch, his eyes nearly black with how much love and hunger and wonder he has for you, as he brushes his lips against yours, gentle fingers resting against the claim on your neck. “I’m all yours kitten. Forever. For as long as you want me.”
You decide that forever sounds just about right.
.
“I’m home!” You call out as you close the door behind you, a soft gush of warm spring air following you inside. You quickly shrug off your coat and shoes, padding your way into the living room when you don’t get a reply. You’re about to call out for Yoongi again when you find him, all curled up on the large windowsill.
You keep your footsteps light as you approach him, not wanting to wake him up from his slumber. He’s as pretty as always, dark fur glistening in the sunlight that’s spilling in through the windows, his bushy tail hiding his face from view. His ears twitch as you step on a squeaky floorboard, and you hold your breath as his head moves, a pair of golden eyes sleepily peeking up at you.
“Hi baby,” You coo, quickly closing the rest of the distance between you to crouch down in front of him, your fingers gently scratching below his chin as he flops his head into your hand.
“Did you have a good nap?” You get your answer in how Yoongi nudges his head against your hand, the action both a confirmation and a demand for more pets. You let out an airy laugh, leaning down to press a soft kiss against the top his head. The loud purrs start up immediately, the vibrations so intense you’re scared he might fall off the sill if he keeps them up.
“I love you too,” You smile, running your fingers over his smooth fur a few times before you rise to your feet. “Take another nap, I’ll come get you once dinner is ready.” Yoongi blinks up at you slowly, your body filling with warmth at how he still manages to look at you so lovingly even as a cat. You wait until Yoongi lies back down, his tail brushing over his face again to block out most of the sunlight.
You take a moment to breathe, your eyes trailing slowly over the blooming garden outside your window, and Yoongi resting peacefully in front of it. You just feel so happy, so at ease, like you could burst with how much love that seems to be coursing through your veins.
You throw Yoongi another glance, the stuttering purrs bringing a soft smile to your face as you inhale deeply, the familiar scents of home bringing a sense of peace over you that you never even knew existed before you met Yoongi.
Maybe forever won’t be long enough. Maybe, you think, you should settle for eternity instead.
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Thank you all so much for your lovely comments and support, it means so much to me that so many of you have been enjoying Yoongi's story! It feels very bittersweet to be wrapping desolate up, this was the first hybrid story I ever wrote and so it will always hold a special place in my heart. But, I do hope you'll stick around for Abundance and the other stories I will be posting from now on. There's lots more hybrid content coming your way!
Our sweet kitty finally got his happy ending, and I hope Yoongi's luck will rub on to you too if you're struggling with anything right now. Nothing is constant and all bad things will eventually come to an end. :)
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With all my love, Fuck you.
Pairing:N/A
Charecters: Optimus. Y/n.
Reader Type: Gender Neutral Human
Song: Cocaine Jesus- Rainbow Kitten Surprise
Warnings: Angst. Swearing.
An: I don't know what this is yall. Or if its even any good. Call it a vent if you want. But it's something and I hope it helps. Me. You. Just. Maybe it will do something.
"And you're a fucking bitch! His voice thundered behind you as you slammed the door shut.
"Ya and you're the goddamned queen of England." You hiss out from between your teeth. Your hands shake as you pull out your car keys, jamming them in and harshly twisting.
The car starts just as he comes through the door. Yelling and red faced as he points his finger at you. Already you had the radio cranked to max. Choosing to ignore him as you pull out of the driveway.
You pull in a shuddering breath and grip the steering wheel tightly. Blinking to get rid of forming tears. Using the end of your sleeve you wipe them away the best you can while keeping your eyes on the road.
Like it really mattered though. There weren't many other cars on the road this late at night.
The car rolls smoothly over the road.
You pick up speed.
Pass a red light.
You had been fighting with him for hours. Yelling and screaming over pointless shit and trying to dance around him. The slightest fucking thing setting him off and making him think your insulting him when it was the furthest thing you were doing. All you had wanted to do was go to sleep. To wind down after all the crap you had to deal with during the day.
The drinking.
God the fucking drinking.
Streetlights became streams of light as you flew past them. The world coming to a blur around you. Taking bends, a little too quickly.
You were pissed. Not enough to become a smear on the road.
Wanting nothing more to press further on the gas you slowed down. Knuckles paled from your tight grip on the wheel.
You took a right. Hit an open stretch of road. Nothing but sand and rock formations on either side of you. The full moon hovering over the end of the road. The road blending in with the horizon.
Maybe. Just maybe if you drove long enough you would spill over the side of the earth. Leave your worries behind you so you no longer had to deal with them.
One could wish.
The radio flickered then spat out static. You twisted the knobs around before giving up. Instead putting in an old cassette tape. Only to scowl and curse as you realized it was his. An old gift given to you at the start of your relationship.
You pulled it out. Gave it one last look. And tossed it out the window. Tears spilling as you do so.
Fuck it hurt.
His words.
His actions.
What had you done to bring you to this point in your life? What choice led you down this path?
Cool air spilled into the car from the open window.
You pulled in one breath after another. Gripped the steering wheel. And screamed. Yelled. Cried out against everything that has been happening to you for over the past year.
You were tired. So, fucking tired of all this bullshit. Of all the things he piled onto you. Of all the shit your boss gave you.
And just everyone else's expectations they had for you. Of how they thought you should behave and act. They thought you responsible. Respectable. And they piled everything they could upon you. Shit you should even have to deal with.
But you did. Because it's who you were. Are.
And all it left was the feeling of the entire world on your shoulders. Like your feet were digging into the ground and shackling you there. Keeping you in this rut.
You were done.
So fucking done.
You pulled onto a gravel road. Making your way up to an old park. One overlooking the entirety of Jasper.
The drive was a short one and soon enough you were killing the engine. The lights turned off.
and there you were.
Bathed in the light of the moon and stars.
Broken. Tired. Done.
With teary eyes you looked over the little town. It was as if the night sky had fallen down to earth. The streetlights and house lights looking like fallen stars.
Your shoulders shook. Your throat hurt and you felt nauseas. Warmth spilled down your cheeks. You wiped away at it. Fingers coming back wet with tears. One after another they fell.
And you felt nothing.
Hollow as they fell.
You pushed back into the seat. Hugging yourself as you sobbed.
It wasn't pretty. You wished it was though. Like in the movies when the actresses had mascara artfully staining their cheeks. Or when actors were able to stoically look off into the distance. A few tears falling before being able to gather themselves up.
God, you wished it was pretty. That it was all pretend.
Instead, you had a stuffy nose. Your head hurt and your eyes itched. You couldn't breathe right, and your throat hurt so fucking bad. Pain bloomed in your arms from where your nails were digging in.
It took forever to calm down. Just wallowing in the aftermath of everything.
Something buzzed against your thigh. With your hand shaking you pulled your phone out. The bright screen burning to your eyes.
Ten missed messaged from him.
One from Optimus.
You unlocked your phone and clicked on it.
A picture of a sunrise on the other side of the world. Strange fauna framed a bright red sun. Optimus reflection showing in a large lake in front of him.
A smile pulled at your lips without fail.
:For your art: Was the text attached to the image.
:Thankyou: You sent back.
You placed your phone in the passenger seat. Thoughts flickering back and forth. Wondering if it would help to call him. To talk to him. Or if it was really worth it. He had enough to worry about without you adding to it. Your problems small and petty compared to what he delt with on a daily basis with the war. With Fowler and the Government tracking his every move.
Your phone buzzed again. Accompanied with a ding this time.
:It is 2 am where you are at. Should you not be asleep?: Followed by.
:Did you work late again? There is food back at base if you do not wish to cook.:
Despite everything he cared about you. That much you had to admit. You were a grown adult in your own right. By societies standards. You had a job. You paid bills. A home. Sort of. It's not much of a home if the other occupant is a giant fucking ass.
He cared because you did. You took care of the kids when they could not. When June was busy you found time. Made time to care for the kids. You helped the bots with learning about humanity. About earth. You stood up for them when they could not.
And Optimus stood up for you. Helped you stand up for yourself.
:Y/N?:
Fuck it.
You called him.
The phone buzzed only twice before he answered.
"Is everything alright, Y/n?" You swallowed thickly.
"No." It came out as a whisper. Broken and harsh from your crying. You could hear him shifting in the background. The warping of the groundbridge.
You never called unless it was important. An emergency. Preferring to text everything else. A text meant you could come back to it later. Calling meant that it needed answered here and now.
"Are you injured? Harmed?" You could hear the worry in his voice despite the calm he portrayed.
"No, no. I'm not injured. I just." Fuck. "I just need to talk Prime." You tugged at the hem of your shirt. Worrying the fabric in your fist. "I don't think I can do this anymore." Your voice broke.
"Where are you."
"What?"
"Where are you." You swallowed. Breathed.
"I'm at the old park. Why-" A groundbridge opened next to your car before you could finish. Optimus coming out of it. The warping bridge reflecting greens and yellows against his armor as it closes.
Optimus bends down and urges you to open the car door with the wave of his hand. You turn the phone off. Hand hovering over the handle to a few brief seconds.
Was it really worth it to bother him with this?
Nothing but worry in his optics.
The want to help.
To fix.
He was your friend. Right? And friends help friends.
You opened the door. Stepped out. Closed it. Fixed your gaze on the ground.
He waited. A finger brushed your shoulder.
Your eyes burned. Face flushed. Could you even cry anymore?
"Y/n. Please. Look at me." You looked up. His face fell. Softened.
Such a kind heart he had. So sympathetic to everyone. A bleeding heart.
To still hold this much kindness within himself after everything.
"You are hurting." His finger brushed your shoulder again. "Tell me. If you wish. I will listen."
So you did. Spilled every bit of worry you had. Bared yourself for him to see. Gave him the broken pieces. You told Optimus what he did. The screaming and yelling. The fighting. About everything just piling on.
You couldn't handle it anymore.
Optimus understood. Or at least all he could. Offered words of advice that he could give.
It didn't fix anything. At all. But he offered you a home at the base until you could find another.
He brought you to your house. Not a home. Just a building you once lived in. Gave you all the time to take everything out. Waited as you wrote him a letter.
Left the ring tight to a string on the door handle.
Optimus gave you an out. A shoulder to lean on.
It helped. A start to build yourself back together.
So. To everything. To everyone in your life that took from you. That hurt you. That fucking broke you.
With all your love, Fuck you.
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Over the past two days I have read a great many opinions about what happened in the video, and this is what I want to say.
We can endlessly run through the options, we can theorize and search for the truth trying to answer the question "Why did this happen? But right now my subjective view is that those who left the Rainbow simply forgot why they went there. They have forgotten for what and why Rainbow exists in the first place.
All this talk of "superior resources" and "cosmic possibilities" is just a whim.
And let's not say it's the "wrong move." What kind of normal soldier, when offered to join an organization that obviously does not save kittens from trees and probably are the same terrorists will just say "yes fine I'm fine with everything where to sign?"
A soldier who positions himself as a "fighter for world peace" must have a very clear concept of duty. And the acceptance of that duty. Just like any other soldier. And this duty must be above all and done no matter what. Even if it means going to the moon all alone and guarding the American flag for the rest of your life you have to do it. Otherwise, tell me what's the point?
If you want an example from another game here fits the famous Captain Shepard. This man knows what it is. This man lived for it and he would die for it. And he actually died for it.
He might have said "to hell" with it a thousand times and found a "better prospect," but he knew what duty was and he stuck to it to the end, even if it meant going straight to hell, even if it meant working for terrorists, even if it meant getting the Alliance to turn on him, even if it meant dying, he was just doing his job. He knew what he was shooting for.
If you want a clearer, brighter example we can take the Nightwatch known to many. If you went there of your own free will you could run away having learned of the difficulties and find "better prospects" and even if you were a criminal who ended up there as punishment you could run to the end of the world and find something "better for yourself" because literally anything is better than living on an ice wall for the rest of your life. But look did any of them escape? Did any of them leave their post even if it meant staying here forever without the possibility of having a family and a child dear to their hearts? Did any of them leave their post even if it meant freezing their dick off in an icy winter wind or dying at their post somewhere behind a wall in the icy lonely desert without anyone even knowing about it? No. And do you know why? Because it was their duty, even if they wanted different things out of life, even if they didn't feel good about it, even if they thought they deserved better, those men knew what duty was. And they knew it was above all because they also knew they were the last line of defense.
Duty is not about "what you want," it's about "what you must humbly accept". Because there's "work" and then there's "service." And service is always a self-sacrifice. You have to come to a job like this with a clear understanding of what it means for you. You must understand what you are signing up for. If you do and you're not comfortable with it, do something else. You're not cut out for this.
Why am I writing all this? I don't know. Maybe I'm overreacting maybe I'm just angry. Maybe I think about it too much or maybe I'm just disappointed in these people.
Because these people put their "I want" first.
Because the people who left the Rainbow don't know what duty is. Or they have forgotten what it is. Or they never knew what it was at all. Or maybe they just decided that "I've done enough and given enough and now it's time to have some fun and live for myself". I don't know. Why did you even come in the first place?
If that's really the case, and if that's not Harry's plan, maybe it's for the best, because people like that don't belong in Rainbow.
Because Zero knows what I'm talking about. And Ash knows. And most of those who have sided with her know. They stand their post and they will stand because they understand "who else but them?"
With a shield or on a shield.
P.S. I'm trying to look for deep meaning in some silly game look what I've come to.
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hcs: kirishima, shinsou & bakugou holding out an umbrella for reader
Request: Could i ask for hcs for Kirishima, Shinsou and Bakugou x reader where she is standing outside drenched to the bone in the rain. He runs up behind her with an umbrella that is technically built for one. To conserve space, He pulls her as close to him as possible. 💐🕊
oh my gosh this is so adorable and soft, I caaanttt, this is too much for my poor heart to handle :(((((( also sorry that this request took so long, but first I wrote it thinking you wanted scenarios, only to find out you wanted hcs when I was about to post it lol. Hope you still like it tho! Have fun reading!
xxxx rainbow
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Warnings: Only some slight swearing
Kirishima Eijirou
Of course, the one day that you didn’t have enough time to check the weather for the day, it just has to be pouring outside.
You had studied at school for a bit with Uraraka, who left once she was done but you wanted to stay
and of course you forgot your umbrella
you have to go home tho, so the only option now was walking through the rain
however, after a while you’re already soaked from head to toe, maybe even getting sick tomorrow
After a while there is a stoplight, so you have to stop for a moment. Can’ that damn thing hurry up?
Suddenly, you don’t feel droplets falling on you anymore. With a small frown you lift your gaze, only to see an umbrella above your head
the heck?
that’s when, in the corner of your eye, you finally notice Kirishima
who sends you the sweetest smile once your eyes meet UWU
and this baby thinks you are just the most beautiful woman on earth, even when you’re totally soaked
but then you realise he’s getting wet now
“don’t do that, you’ll get sick!”
“Y/n, you’re the one who’s completely soaked at the moment.”
damn yeah he was right
“A true man wouldn’t let a lady he knows get sick instead of helping her”
stop it or i’ll melt
btw now that kiri was getting wet too, his hair fell down, his bangs sticking to his forehead
and you almost squealed at the sight bc he looks so cute!!!!
would be better if you weren’t outside where it was raining cats and dogs rn
“What if we share the umbrella?”
“it’s too small”
well dangit he can’t get sick either
so you pout and cross your arms as you take a step so that now you aren’t under the umbrella anymore
“If you aren’t standing under it i won’t either”
this boi cannot help but smile at how cute you are right now
he’s even blushing a little
after a small silence he gets an idea finally
it can go two ways but he will still try
bc he’s brave!!
so
he grabs your hand pulls you closer
not too close, you two aren’t standing against each other but still pretty close
and you become a blushing and stuttering mess
“now the both of us will be dry!” he smiles, almost resembling a puppy
well, it’s not like you mind being this close to him
so you nod
but actually, you aren’t completely dry, your back is still outside of the umbrella
and ofc best boy notices because he cares!!!!!
“Y/n, is it okay if I pull you a bit closer?”
“YES THAT’S MORE THAN OKAY.” you blurt out when he barely finishes your sentence
can you be any more cute to him?
he couldn’t help but cutely chuckle at your answer, but he was more than happy to hold you close
Hitoshi Shinsou
okay, tbh, the fact that you are now on your own outside, where it’s raining cats and dogs, is your own fault.
I mean, you decided to stop on your way home to pet some cute kittens
Not feeling like waiting, you choose to walk through the rain
curse those adorable kittens… their eyes were literally begging you to pet them
now because of that, you are cold, wet and tired because your clothes have become really heavy at this point
after a long silence, from the distance you can hear the sound of a car
when you look up, you see a car on the road, speeding into your direction
before you know it, its tires go through a giant puddke of water
as if you aren’t wet enough
as a reflex, you flinch and squeeze your eyes closed.
you hear the water splash, but you feel nothing?
you open your eyes, and are met with an umbrella that was held out in front of you
huh?
when you look behind you you see your crush, Shinsou standing behind you
though his action was almost heroic, his expression didn’t show that at all
“I see you’ve forgotten your umbrella again.”
jeez, okay,,,
“Well, it isn’t a long walk anyway. I can handle it.” you shrug nonchalantly
uhu, like you didn’t have an inner tantrum earlier
“yeah, you seem more than happy to walk through the rain.” he says, the sarcasm dripping in his voice
this jerk-
“fine, i guess I’ll just go.” he says after receiving no response
okay no an umbrella does sound nice
so you stop him
and well, he doesn’t leave
however, it catches your attention that shinsou isn't fully dry, so you tell him that
“why does that matter?”
“It’s your umbrella, silly!”
he’s a little lost on what to do at first
bc this boi kind of likes you and ashido kind of tolld him that but he did not believe it
but i guess our boy is feeling brave today
so he wraps his free arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him
to say that you are flustered is an understatement.
“w-what are you doing, shinsou?”
“You need to go home, and this the only way we will fit. Why, do you mind?”
“....no.”
maybe it was the fact that shinsou pulled you closer out of nowhere, but you decided to kiss his cheek before saying you two had to go now
and you bet he has this adorable small smile on his face the whole time
Bakugou Katsuki
as you walk through the rain, you can practically hear bakugou scolding you for not listening to him already
he told you it would rain today
out of frustration, you kick away a small rock that was on the pavement
but that was a bad idea
because it ends up on a puddle, causing you to get even more wet
I mean, does it matter? you’re already soaked
however, after a moment you realise the rain isn’t falling on you anymore
but you can still hear it ticking?
“What am I going to do with you….” oh, hehe, it’s bakugou
“Okay, maaaybe I should’ve listened to you.”
“You damn right should've, dumbass” he says and shakes his head in disappointment
without even saying anything else, he holds you against him
“I’m not going to get sick because you decided to be a complete idiot today.”
you can feel your whole body heating up, meanwhile his face isn’t showing a hint of emotion
is this really doing nothing to him?
little do you know bakugou is great at hiding his feelings
to an extent
he has a breaking point >:)
you can’t tell his heart is pounding in his chest, or that right now he wants to do nothing but kiss you
and feeling you this close to him gives him butterflies, he’s struggling to keep his cool
you move a little closer to bakugou and gently hold onto his arm
now this
this startled him
he’s about to curse at you until his eyes make contact with yours
“we’re gonna walk, aren’t we? I don’t want to fall.”
right
bakugou shook his head to think clearly again, and without saying a word he just started walking
now that you aren’t getting more wet, it’s actually nice to be in the rain
it was a little romantic even
also
of course bakugou’s reaction earlier didn’t go unnoticed by you
but still, jumping to conclusions isn’t always a good idea
it could’ve been anything else, right?
maybe you should do something to be sure
your gaze goes to bakugou, who’s looking straight ahead right now, not noticing you at all. or maybe he pretended not to
feeling bold, you stop him for a small moment and ever so lightly press your lips against his cheek
this boi
he almost drops the umbrella
now his cheeks were clearly red, and his ears seemed to turn a little pinkish
you cannot help but laugh at that cute reaction
but he didn’t say anything
so you feel bad again
“I-i’m sor-”
“Dammit, I wanted to take the first step.” he grumbles. oh. wait what?
you look at him, but for a moment he says nothing
“Let’s just go.” he mumbles as he pulls you a little closer uwu
and you bet he will make up for not taking the first step :D
even if you don’t care, he still does
be prepared for 10/10 boyfriend material :)
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