#((I am... here currently but working on a drabble heh

[disillusionedjudge]

((psst, there's a lore change behind Myra's name! She's still named Myra, but instead of being named after Myriel, she's now named after Drace! I realized a little too late that Gylfie would 100% name her daughter after Drace without second thought (and if she had a son, she'd name him after Gabranth), so Silence and I figured Myra could be a play on Drace's middle name! That way Myra can still be Myra, haha

[lovesickletters]

I have a confession to make: I am a simp for Macaque (lmk) 😔👌 the charming and mysterious characters always got me specially with his villain side 🛐 if you make some yan content of him I'm all eyes, your writing makes everyone melts, it's pure fine wine 💖💖💖

Oh darling I absolutely cannot blame you, there’s something about the charismatic manipulators with a dark and troubled past that always hit so hard, it would be remiss to claim them as anything but a classic💜 There’s a Macaque bouquet in the queue right now so keep an eye out for that sweetheart, but for now here’s a drabble I wrote a while ago!

“Heeeey pal, what’s got you so down?” You stiffened at the familiar voice, quickly scanning your surroundings for the pest of a monkey. The shadows loomed taller than before, and you kept your guard up in case he decided to spring out of any of them. “What? Not gonna say hi to your old friend? And here I thought you’d be thrilled to see me.”

A sudden weight against your back slammed you against the nearest wall, holding you down by your wrists, arms pinned behind you. You snarled, gritting your teeth as his free arm pushed down against the back of your head to keep you from snapping at him. You could feel a fluffy tail curling around your ankle as he chuckled in a manner that made you want to grab him by the throat. “Awww, look at you all worked up. Now don’t you think you could expend all that energy in other ways?” The wet sound of him licking his lips directly next to your ear had you narrowing your eyes as you snapped back a thinly-veiled retort.

“I’m sure you’d love that now wouldn’t you?” His grip loosened slightly in surprise before he laughed hesitantly, shaking away the blush creeping across his cheeks. “Heh, you got some guts pal, I’ll give you that. Unfortunately I won’t be letting go to let you demonstrate so easily~” His nails dug into the nape of your neck warningly as his tail brushed up further against your leg. “You see, I kinda enjoy messing with you a little too much to let you scamper off just like that.”

You resisted the urge to shiver at his breath hot against your neck, instead opting to choose your words carefully as you braved yourself against the wall you were currently pinned to. “Aww, you enjoy being with me?” His grip faltered as his spoke unevenly in an attempt to hide his unusually flustered expression. “What? No-“

You took advantage of his surprise to step on his foot, using your elbow as leverage to flip the two of you until you were on top, the paw-like hands that had previously pinned your wrists now crushed against the wall above his head by your own fists, your back arched to squash him between yourself and the wall with a wicked grin. His expression was delectable for but a second, confused surprise still flustered from your previous comment packed into one. He quickly fixed his shock into a more stoic look, but was yet still betrayed by the steady swaying of his tail between his legs.

“Who’s all worked up now~?” You purred, looking him up and down with as much self-satisfaction as you could muster. It was easy to see the irritation in his biting gaze, just as easy as it was to hear the short gasp that left him when you pressed even closer against him, shoving one of your thighs between his legs meaningfully.

“You fucking-“ he paused, his voice pitch dropping mid sentence as you thrusted your hip forward playfully. “…oh you’re gonna regret that.”

[frostbitepandaaaaa]

wip wednesday... or whatever

hello my dear friends. i just wanted to give y'all some morsels that may or may not be helpful or fulfilling in anyway, but i have been kind of in an extended writing rut. i think (hope) that i am turning a corner, though! so i just wanted to provide some reassurance and/or (heh) some treats for any of my very, very patient readers out there. so, without further ado, here are some treats.

also, keep your eyes peeled for some little one-shots/drabbles coming to an ao3 feed near you over the next few days/weeks!

more under the cut!

from chapter 2 of Path of Totality:

“How are you feeling?” he asks her, tilting her chin up to look at her. His pupils are blown, his eyes dark and dulcet and lovely as he looks her over. “I feel weird.”

“Weird?” Jyn questions, a bit scared by that description because she feels fucking divine. The sea wind shivers like a silken robe over her shoulders.

“Weird, but good,” he’s quick to clarify, smiling.

“Weird but good,” she repeats with a silly grin, heartened. “Yeah… yeah, me too… a bit.”

Cassian’s entire demeanor seems to shift. His limbs loosen and his face brightens and he bends his head closer to her ear, whispers in a gentle warning: “this is just the beginning.”

His voice solidifies into a heated caress over her neck and she bites back a curse in the wake of it. His words sink slow but real into her fogged over brain. She already feels so strange… and they haven’t even peaked yet. She circles her palms over his biceps, tightens her grip. Cassian folds his own hands over her elbows. She feels anxious, nervous, but in a sweet, excited way. She had been staring down a dark and overgrown trail, obscured and dangerous, lain with traps and tripwires. Now, the path has been cleared and Cassian is there to walk beside her.

“‘M here,” he says into the cap of her shoulder, as if he’d been reading her thoughts and it’s a brand as much as it’s a promise.

(there is currently 10k+ words of voice kink and sexual tension and fEeLiNgS. just need to write the nasty and i can finally send it off!)

from chapter 2 of Aphelion:

Kassa… no, Cassian— picks up another fuel rod, dips it carefully into the simmering oil bath with thickly gloved hands.

Clem nods in approval, punches him lightly on the arm. “That’s good, son. Good money for good work.”

Cassian pinches his brows together, lifts the rod from the black, boiling depths. The oil falls away. The metal gleams. He sees the reflection of one, dark eye blink back at him. He thinks of the ship crumpled in the jungles of his home. He thinks of his sister.

He thinks of Clem, his new father. Of Maarva, his new mother who had saved him, he thinks. Who had taken him from everything he had ever known. His stomach twists.

”Why did Maarva take me?”

Clem shakes his head once, distracted with his tome of a ledger. ”She loves you.”

”She didn’t know me.” She still doesn’t._

Clem pauses in his scribbling, comes to stand next to him and kneels down, places a large, warm hand on his shoulder. ”You just know, sometimes.”

”Did you?” Cassian asks and he doesn’t like how childish he sounds. He is a child, he knows that, but he never much feels like one. “When you met Maarva?”

Clem frowns, nods affirmatively. “Aye, I guess I did.”

”On Kenari we called that de’shelay,”_ he says smartly, placing the now cleaned and dried fuel rod on the rack next to him._

“Ah… here we call that ‘soulmates’.”

”’Soulmates’,” Cassian repeats, rolling the word on his tongue. It has been difficult learning this strange new language, but he likes the sound of it. Likes the way it leaves his mouth. There’s a weight to it. It is big and abiding. “That sounds nice.”

”Aye, son,” Clem says, straightening to stand with a groan. “It is… but it is also a difficult thing.”

Cassian frowns. “Why?”

”It is a great responsibility,” Clem tells him gravely, “being entrusted with one’s soul.” He points at him, eyes sage and serious, the same way he was in the habit of doing when he wanted something to stick. “It is a great privilege. Remember that.”

Cassian blinks, letting this enormous thought sink in. “How do you know?” he asks, suddenly urgent. Maybe the pretty girl down the road— Bix— is his soulmate and he hadn’t been taking proper care this entire time. “How do you know when you meet your soulmate?”

“Oh, well that’s simple, son,” Clem tells him with a little chuckle that tells Cassian it was not simple. Not simple at all. “You just do.”

(this is the entire opening flashback scene. i wanted to pull from the other scene i have written, but i also don't want to spoil a cool surprise, so, here we are. i probably have another 5-7k words to write for this one)

from chapter 5 of 12 Days on Yavin, Wyoming:

Jyn is a live wire against him, trapped between his body and the door. Her hands blaze over his skin like coals as she tugs him ever closer. He swallows her moan as he presses his leg between her own, hitches her up on his bent knee with his hands braced on her hips. He delves his fingers under the hem of her shirt, groans at how soft and heated her skin is beneath his hands, how her muscles jump at his touch.

He has to tear himself away, has to catch his breath and gather what little of his wits are left— because Jyn has started, ever so slightly, to rut against his thigh and it’s driving him a bit wild.

And because he’s fairly certain he’s bleeding on her floor.

“Shit,” he mutters, stepping back from her.

“What?” Jyn snaps, perturbed, blinking as if being released from a spell. “Cassian?”

She’s seems a bit panicked, a bit worried, as if she is the cause of his distress. He shakes his head quickly, lifts his right hand, where his knuckles have opened up. He hisses in pain as he flexes his fingers and a warm stream of blood rolls over the top of his palm.

“Oh, no, Cassian,” Jyn murmurs in sympathy, even while she seems to sigh and sag in relief.

“I’m sorry,” he says, checking for stains on her shirt and on the rug beneath his feet. And, yeah, there’s a few spots of red against the green. “I can replace the rug.”

Jyn rolls her eyes, takes him by the arm to lead him toward the bedroom. “Don’t worry about it… let’s get you cleaned up.”

Cassian tries a little too hard to not fixate on the bed as Jyn drags him into the adjoining bathroom. She flips down the toilet seat and urges him to sit on top of it before rummaging in the medicine cabinet. First Aid kit retrieved, she sits down next to him on the edge of the bath tub.

“This’ll sting,” she warns before popping open a bottle of isopropyl and pouring a healthy amount over his hand. He hisses in pain and Jyn hands him a clean cloth. “Press,” she instructs and he does.

He watches as she unwinds a spool of gauze, cuts a strip of bandage with a pair of tiny, sharp scissors. “Well prepared,” he observes.

She gives him an inscrutable look. “I’ve had to learn to be prepared.”

The emotion stinging in his throat isn’t sympathy… but it’s not far from it. He knows what that feels like— to have to take care of yourself. How many times has she had to dress her own wounds?

His heart clenches hard under his ribs.

(this chapter haunts me. it's essentially done. but for some reason i hate it. i'm not sure why. there's a part of me that thinks it's because i've sat on it too long. i've poked at it too much. that whole 'if you stare at yourself in the mirror long enough you start looking like a monster' thing. but there's another part of me that's like 'lmao i have to rewrite this whole 12k+ chapter from jyn's pov and nothing else will fix it'. because i am INSANE.)

from chapter 2 of Sometimes the Wolf:

“Where’s the serum?” Cassian shouts in desperation once the truck evens out. “We need it. Jyn—“

“Here!” Cinta cries from the corner of the truck bed, braced against the jumps and jostles of the rutted track they’re following. She kicks a heavy tac box toward him. “Figured you might need it.”

Cassian almost feels like fainting in relief. He wraps his fingers around the tiny wrists of the strange little girl, pries her arms from around his neck and shifts her into his lap. “Hey, hey,” he shushes. She’s shaking like a leaf. The girl whimpers, looks at him through the whipping rain with a trembling lip. “I need to help Jyn. I need you to let go for a bit so I can do that.”

She nods, but does not move. “Brasso…” Cassian pleads. The big man nods, leans forward from his seat on wheel well and grabs up the girl. She shrieks in protest, but Cassian can’t spare another thought for her right now.

Jyn lays half upright against the opposite wheel well, still panting. Her own charge seems to have passed out on her chest— from sheer exhaustion or from shock he can’t say, but it doesn’t matter. He can work around her.

“Cass…” she hisses at him almost in warning as he drags himself toward her. He snaps open the thick plastic hatch of the tac box. “It’s too late—“

“Are you feeling feverish?” he asks, plucking the precious vial from the foam encasing it and shaking it.

“No, but… Cassian it could just be the rain… or shock. Too much time has passed—“

“The virus works different on everyone. Thirty minutes is just a rule of thumb—“

“Cassian, if you do this and I turn anyway, it will be a waste. Wasted when it could be used for someone else.” He pulls the cap off the syringe with his teeth. Pierces the vial and begins to draw. “Draven will flay you alive!” she continues, growing a bit desperate, perhaps.

He flicks air from the needle. “You think I give a shit about that?” He pulls up the sleeve of her jacket, smooths the rain and blood from the bite. It’s black and putrid and hot to the touch. He feels himself reel, but he takes a breath, looks up at her with the best grin he can muster. “Are we married or not?”

Cassian waits for a relatively smooth stretch of road as Jyn lets out a harsh breath of frustration. “I can’t fucking believe your making jokes right—“ Jyn halts in her griping with a hiss of pain as the needle goes in. She always did hate needles.

Cassian depresses the syringe, pulls the needle free, tosses it back into the box. He grips her face between his hands and brings their brows together. “You’re going to make it,” he swears to her. “You’re going to make it, or I’m going with you.”

(not much to say about this one. hoping to update it on the one year anniversary lmao.)

[viridianwins]

SHIPPING INFO. Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

What's your OTP for your Muse(s)?

Haicross… ❤️ Haicross tunnel vision…

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

Fluff, lots of fluff, casual domesticity, and stuff like that. Longing, yearning. There can be break ups and angst, and exes getting back together. And death, if only for a drabble, or a meme specifically about that ( because afterward is hard to work with, haha ). As long as I can see it and fits the muse that I'm writing at the moment, it's fine. My brain and my heart are very squishy things, though, and my English will get in the way for sure, so tropes that require a lot of thought and a lot of angst and a lot of good writing may be limited.

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

I like crazy age gap in the right context ( mortal x immortal ; younger immortal x older immortal ), but that's it, I think.

Are you selective when shipping?

Yeah. I like my characters to be perceived a certain way, but that's half my responsibility there, to show the way I see them, eh. If you share the vision, we're off to a great start. I just don't agree with most of fandom pre-conceptions.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered NSFW?

Just a little spicy is enough for me to tag it both suggestive and nsfw at the same time, just to be safe.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

For both, platonic and romantic bonds, I've always leaned more towards OCs than canon characters. For canon characters, it has frequently been “rare pairs”, and so on. At least, that's the pattern I've noticed. Which I'm very happy with, heh.

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

Yes.

How often do you like to ship?

I love it. My blog is not ship-centered though, as loud as I am about the ships I do have and like, every reply here is supposed to be platonic, non shippy, by default. The muses I've picked so far are just kind-hearted or overly friendly, sometimes.

Are you multiship?

Yes.

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

I used to be more reserved about it. But, now, I talk about the ships I like more openly, more freely. I don't know what that makes me though.

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

For Genshin, Cyhaino, second only to Haicross, which is real in my heart. For Honkai: Star Rail, JingHeng. Mmmm, Electro/Lighting white-haired Generals and their smart boyfriends, another pattern.

Finally, how does one ship with you?

Just by asking, and interacting a few times.

[firebatvillain]

20 questions for fic writers!

As seen on @givereadersahug (x)!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I currently have 59 works on AO3, though some of those are unrevealed or anonymous, so the visible work count is a bit lower.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

105k! Wow. Over half of that has been in the last two years, when I've been doing a lot more writing and taking part in exchanges.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Naruto (7) Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling (7) Original Work (7) Warhammer 40.000 (3) Fate/stay night & Related Fandoms (2) Stellaris (Video Game) (2) From there we get into a lot of one-offs that I wrote for exchanges. House MD, Gundam Wing, Good Omens, The Order of the Stick, and many others. Most of the Original Work fics are for particular exchange prompts, some of which are quite fun.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Greatest Weasley [Harry Potter, Ron-Centric, incomplete] - this WIP is my white whale! Ron gets sorted into Slytherin. Only a couple chapters, I should return to it sometime...

Harry Potter and the Independent Path [Harry Potter, parody, one-shot] - This very short parody fic is fun and I'm glad people like it. I actually look back fondly on this genre even if I poke fun at it.

Five Times Sakura Heard the Voice, and One Time It Faded [Naruto, Sakura-centric, one-shot, 2.9k] - This was an fest fic for Fest No Jutsu 2022! I really enjoyed writing this one.

If You Won’t Wait for Me, I’ll Find My Own Path [Naruto, Sakura-centric, drabble] - Wrote this one based on the fandom opinions of my friend @xenosimp. Surprised at its popularity.

Liana and the Labyrinth’s Core [Original Work, Explicit, Het, 2.3k] - I wrote this very explicit fic for an exchange, and had a lot of fun with it! Minotaur/Sacrifice, make sure to read the tags/warnings.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

For exchange fics, almost always. Otherwise, I do sometimes. It's fun to chat with other fandom people and let them know I appreciate their comments, or answer their questions.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't usually write angsty endings, but The Rules of Reintegration [OW drabble, prompt: military android masquerading as a human] is angsty.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'd say Four Times Toph Beifong Triumphed [ATLA, Toph-centric, 2.5k words] would be it. It's generally fun! 

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not often, though I got one very baffling comment on a fic where someone questioned the realism of it. I'm not in the big fandoms where there's lots of drama though.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, often for exchanges. It typically tends to be straightforward steamy sex. I've got some more kinky stuff posted to anon that I won't share here, heh.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I've written one, but it's not usually my style for writing, since it's a challenge for me. I love reading them though!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, and I hope it never happens. I don't think anything I've written is popular enough for that 😅

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

My fandom friend and I co-wrote Mist and Shadow, a WH40k AU fic about Eldar escaping the fall of the Eldar empire. After about 12k words, we set it down, but we may return someday.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

This is a tough one! All-time, I'm not sure. But at the moment, I'm basically chewing on Durge/Enver Gortash (BG3) and having a great time with it.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oof, this is a tough one! There's a very old Naruto fic that I don't think I'll ever get back to... Lost Root. I can't really recommend it in its current state, but it was one of my first plot bunnies.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm pretty decent at paragraph-to-paragraph rhythm, and I am unafraid to try new things.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Sometimes I repeat certain phrases without realizing it, and pacing scenes can be difficult for me. I also have a tendency to write excessively long sentences. Trying to improve on that last one!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Seems like a hard sell for both writer and reader.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

StarCraft pro gamer RPF. No, you won't find the fic on my AO3 profile.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I'm still in love with Roonil Wazlib and the Goblet of Fire, a 2.8k word Harry Potter crackfic I wrote for Bad Bang V. Is it bad? Yes, oh yes. And it's fun, and so are the comments.

Tagging (no pressure): @xenosimp @vanyalanthirielofmana @chacusha @vampiremonday @uozlulu @miss-ingno @verecunda

[amysnotdeadyet]

2023 in review

Just the fannish creations, thanks. I don't want to think too hard about how fucking weird and stressful the year was outside of that. XD

I found some old 00Q art hiding on my hard drive and posted it in Feb.

I wrote a short Inception ficlet for @ladyprydian in April to try to jumpstart my muses. It didn't work.

I binge-wrote a whole-ass Sandman fic with (gasp!) fade-to-black porn in it in May.

July brought the Stony games! I was much less prolific than last year, but I managed a few things, starting with 3 little drabbles about perception.

I did a giftfic for the games! It starts in media res and I, being a troll, titled it In Pornia Res because yeah, this one's just pure porn against a background of worldbuilding.

I posted a longstanding WIP that was 100% self-indulgent trash, with Tony and Steve getting Bucky as their new sugar baby and treating him them right. Absolutely just the fluffiest of trash, but 66K of it!

I posted another longstanding WIP that's really pre-slash (I KNOW so weird) but involves catboy Tony, catboy Bucky, and a puppy Steve who's gonna get both (after the fic anyway).

My last little Stony Games fill was 8-bit pixel porn, because of course it was.

Later in August I did the "write what you want to see" thing and banged out (heh) a very kinky Stranger Things fic with Steve/Eddie and a leather bar. Somehow, it's still extremely fluffy.

I drew! Fanart! With pens and shit! Also Steve/Eddie.

And then I made pixel art of them, because why not.

Another Steddie fic, this time a modern AU with 'lost touch' feelings and also banging the rockstar in his hotel room.

And finally, my MTH2021 fic is posting a year late, and will continue on into the new year. It's all done and edited, I just like the daily posting method for getting drip-fed dopamine and also sitting there posting 29 chapters at once is no bueno.

You can find all of this stuff here, so I'm not link-stuffing the post: https://archiveofourown.org/users/swtalmnd/works

What's Coming in 2024 (besides my blorbos)

I have a few more Stuckony WIPs waiting in the wings, including my MTH 2022 fic, which I hope to finish in time to actually participate in 2024.

I have at least 1 novel coming out and maybe 2? I didn't publish ANY original fiction last year (gah), but I finished 1 draft (the sequel to Hive) and am plodding along on 2 more (Julian 4 and something new). I am so slow these days, tho, gah. I have no idea how some people put out multiple books a year, year after year.

I've got a few more Eeveeon arts to share, which I always forget to do on Tumbls.

I might actually open commissions next year (for art, I don't enjoy fic commissions).

I'm gonna a Stuckony Valentine thing, so you'll get at least one short fic from me in Feb.

I'm hoping something new will sweep me into its fandomy arms, because while I do love my current blorbos (MCU & Stranger Things), neither one is really doing the full fixation dance in my brain and that's sad. OTOH I'd like to finish my MCU WIPs before that spark fully dies ahahaha haha ha.

As far as art goes, I'm keeping up my Patreon sketch cards and not a ton else, but my new-new meds are helping me Get Shit Done, so I'm really hoping that I can get back into larger-than-a-playing-card artwork, both fannish and non.

I'm still gonna do more of my 8-bit bullshit, though.

[tteokggukk]

summer heat → jjk

–pairing: twin!jungkook x reader

–genre: fluff, mature (? but no smut), drabble, a minor attempt at humor, best friend’s twin brother type of thing

–words: 2.9k

–warnings: explicit language, sexual tension, tiny bit of humiliation, a hint of jungkook and reader having some sort of “history” if u squint hard enough

–summary: in an attempt to calm you down and prevent your mood from swinging due to the blazing heat, your best friend decides to go out and buy you some ice cream. you’re shocked, however, when he quickly returns and looks different, making you see him in an entirely new light and leaving you trying to resist the urge to give in to your raging hormones and just jump on him.

–a/n: i was thinking of this scenario in the shower but didn’t have the brain power to turn it into a full length story so i might just add this to a pile of drabbles that i may or may not develop heh + ive been in my jungkook feels too lately sigh + also this is unedited 

permanent taglist: @100percent-dum-dum  @mochisjoon​ @boraength @rageyoudamnednerd​ 

It was a scorching hot summer’s day. Sweat was beginning to trickle down your temples and your shirt was getting stuck to your skin, causing an irking feeling of discomfort. Looking around, you quickly grabbed an empty long folder from your best friend’s messy desk and began fanning yourself to cool down. The two of you were just there, sitting in his room in a not-so-comfortable silence.

You were currently plopped down onto a chair with your legs resting on the desk in front of you, too lazy to come up with ideas to kill your boredom.

It was a tradition for your family to travel every summer and visit a new country you hadn’t been to, but this year you had to pass the plane tickets and sight-seeing due to your best friend, Junghan, asking begging you to help him out with a month-long film project. You didn’t have the heart to decline, so you told your parents you’d stay behind and help him out which resulted in you having to stay over at Junghan’s place for the rest of the summer.

You had to admit though, a small part of you felt disinclined to stay because the project sounded like it would’ve been a tedious workload, but working with your best friend was so much more fun than you’d imagined and even the project itself turned out to be enjoyable. So far, your summer break has been spent filming and hanging out with Junghan—though hanging out usually meant staying in his room and watching romcoms all day while crying over fictional characters, ranting about how you two would never meet such perfect men in real life. It was great.

Until the air conditioner broke down.

You glanced over at Junghan, who seemed to be just as spiritless as you were while he sat in front of a fan, eyes looking empty and distant.

“I told you the air conditioner needed to be fixed,” You sighed and looked up at the ceiling, completely missing the harsh glare he sent you.

“I said I was gonna get it fixed,” He replies and turns back to the fan, his voice quieting down a little, “But the number for repair wouldn’t answer.”

“Right,” You muttered absent-mindedly, eyes staring at the ceiling while your mind was too busy trying to come up with suggestions to beat the heat, “We could go to the pool?”

“Closed,” Junghan grunts, “The mall?”

“As if we’d both drive in this state,” You rolled your eyes as you tried to get your shirt to stop sticking to your skin. Junghan glances over at you when he hears you grumbling, one of the many cues that you were beginning to feel peevish. Deciding that it was pointless to keep tugging on your shirt, you opt to take it off instead.

“You don’t mind do you?” You asked before completely removing your shirt, only leaving you in your bralette. Though you knew he never did because of the countless times he’s helped you change and pick out different outfits, you always asked out of politeness. Additionally, his zero interest in women made you feel much safer and comfortable enough to undress around him.

“I really don’t care,” He says and stands up. You hear him rumbling for a moment while you were neatly folding your shirt, and seconds later you recognize the jingling sound of keys.

“Where are you going?” You asked.

“The nearby grocery. You’re about to get grumpy and I am not going to listen to a rambling bitch for the rest of the day,” He says, rubbing his temples as he makes his way to the door.

“So you’re just gonna leave me here?” You asked, too exhausted to even glance at him. He probably wasn’t, you only asked for the dramatic effect.

“No, dumbass. I’m just gonna go and buy ice cream. See you in a bit.”

And with that Junghan leaves and closes the door shut. Only a few minutes later after the sound of the engine had gone did you decide to exert a little effort and move over to his previous spot to sit in front of the fan, the air immediately cooling your skin. You sighed in relief and grabbed a few tissues to wipe your temples dry before grabbing your phone and texting Junghan to buy some lemonade, followed by a second text telling him you’d pay him back once he returned.

You were surprised to hear, not even ten minutes later, that the car was already back and pulling up in the driveway. It couldn’t have been Junghan’s parents as they were out working, and it was only you and Junghan around—not like you two had many friends who would come and visit. Instead of rationalizing with yourself on how Junghan came back home in supersonic speed, you decide to drop it and wait for him to come up back to his room.

Someone knocks on the door, causing your brows to furrow in confusion. Since when did Junghan knock?

“Come... in?” You answer, though it came out more as a question. Your head turns at the sound of the door opening, and your eyes widen at seeing Junghan standing by the doorframe.

Looking oddly different.

“Dude,” You stood up from your place and stared him up and down, “Is that what you were really wearing when you went out?”

His eyebrows raise in shock and you catch his eyes taking a quick glimpse from your chest before quickly looking back at the perplexed look on your face, a small smirk forming on lips. You decide to ignore it.

“What a warm ‘welcome home’,” he chuckles.

“You didn’t answer me,” you replied, still oblivious to the difference in his tone.

He was wearing an all-black ensemble—a black cap, a black leather jacket, black pants that outlined his toned thighs (how have you never noticed?), and some chunky black boots—a huge contrast to his normally colorful and baggy clothing. You were genuinely curious because you hadn’t noticed what he looked like before he left the house as you were too tired and lazy to even look up and say goodbye.

“Uh, yeah. This is what I was wearing?” He narrows one of his eyes, looking confused, “Why?”

“I don’t know… since when did you wear all black?”

“Since way back then? I don’t know,” He replies, and you now noticed how his voice was unusually low. Junghan steps inside and averts his eyes from you, looking around in his room before scrimmaging through drawers as if in search for something.

“What are you looking for?” You asked, folding your arms and following him around.

“A charger,” He replies, and a chill runs down your spine at the sound of his voice. You thought maybe you’d detect how he was just trying to change his manner of speaking, but it was effortlessly low; like he wasn’t faking it or anything. It was weird because Junghan normally sounded a little more high pitched. 

“What charger?”

“A laptop charger, mine broke,” He continues searching and not once does he meet your eyes.

“Oh okay, let me help you then,” You begin to look around and help him search, “Though I don’t know what it looks like, I’ll let you know if I see a charger.”

He looks up at you and smiles, but you don’t catch him watching you as you were already busy searching, “Thanks.”

The two of you continue searching in silence, though occasionally you’d look up and glance at Junghan. What exactly was he doing? Was this for his film? Is he supposed to be in character? This new look and manner of talking that he somehow adopted after a quick trip to the grocery store did things to you. Every time he grunted in annoyance after a failed search, something in your stomach would twist and you found yourself suddenly feeling drawn, or maybe even more than drawn, to your best friend. Your gay best friend.

You shook your head to get rid of those thoughts.

Only a few minutes later did you find something that looked like a charger hiding underneath a pile of unfolded clothes before presenting it to Junghan, “Is it this?”

“Yes! Exactly that,” He jumps up from crouching over one of the drawers at the bedside and walks over to you, “Thank you.”

“Yeah, sure. I don’t know why you took such a long time searching for something in your room, though,” You rolled your eyes.

“My room?” He smiles, voice a little deeper but with a hint of amusement.

God, you could just jump on him right now.

“Yeah?” You knit your brows, “And stop doing that!”

“Stop doing what?” He asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed so he was looking up at you. He leans back a bit a folds his arms, a smile still tugging on the corner of his mouth.

Maybe it was the summer heat doing things to your head and making you think about all these things that you never thought you’d ever want to do with your gay best friend, but he seemed so in character it was actually beginning to bother you. What store did he go to exactly? And where the hell is the ice cream?

“That! What’s up with your voice? And your outfit? You look so different, it’s weird,” You folded your arms as if to mirror him.

“Weird, huh?” He asks and looks at his clothing before looking back at you.

“Not in a bad way. It looks good, it’s just not you,” You squirmed slightly before shaking your head to snap out of it, “I don’t know what store you went to that made you look like this—and congrats I guess, if you’re trying to switch up your fashion, but you completely missed the ice cream, so good luck trying to handle this rambling bitch.”

He laughs at the words “rambling bitch” and oh god that is not what his laughter sounded like before. When did the sound of his laugh sound so deep and sultry? You subconsciously sucked on and bit your lip at the sound of his laughter, trying your best not to visibly drool in front of him. He catches your subtle action and his brow raises at the sight.

“Despite all the things you said, you think this looks good?” A playful smile rests on his face and your heart beats erratically at his expression.

“Y-yeah, I don’t know,” You mumbled. He shifts on the edge of the bed to move closer to you.

“And because there’s no ice cream, you’re going to turn into some rambling…” He reaches his hand out, the back of his fingers feeling the skin on your exposed waist before resting his hand on your back to pull you in closer.

“…person?” he continues, brows raised and eyes staring intently at yours, not using the vulgar word you had just used to describe yourself (or the word he had just called you before he left to go to the store).

“I...um, we’ll see,” you replied, and he only chuckles deeply. Your voice had transformed into a murmuring mess and it annoyed you, but you couldn’t really do anything about it, right now he reminded you so much of—

“I think you look good too, you know. Maybe I did miss you a lot more than I thought I did,” he whispers, pulling you in even more so you were now standing between his thighs.

Missed you? After an eight minute trip to the grocery store?

You didn’t question it. Your mind was blanking out, malfunctioning, even. Here was your best friend, your gay best friend (as you had to keep reminding yourself), placing his hands on your bare skin in a way that you knew wasn’t going to turn out to be so innocent. Right now you were extremely attracted and possibly even turned on by whatever the fuck he was doing, all you could do to save yourself was blame it on the heat. Was this absolutely weird? Hell yes. Did you want to stop him? Fuck no.

Were you now completely devoid of all reason and logic?

Definitely.

Softly, he tugs on your arm and pulls you into him so you were now sitting on his lap with your hand resting on his chest. One of his hands was still attached to your waist, the other was resting itself on the bed, gripping on a blanket.

Chills run down your spine for the second time now as his mouth moves closer to your ear, “Lucky for you I know the perfect way to handle rambling bitches.”

Your breath hitches for a moment and Junghan moves back to face you, his lips grazing your cheeks a little before you meet each other’s gaze. The summer heat was definitely nothing compared to this, but you didn’t mind. Your faces were only mere centimeters apart now and you could’ve sworn he was beginning to lean in by the look in his eyes, which were now fixated on your lips.

Seriously, you could just grab him by the collar right now and speed things up. He’s the one who pulled you in first, anyway, you just wanted to get things going. Though you haven’t exactly a clue as to where this would end, you wished he would hurry up a little to find out.

But for some strange reason, your senses were enveloped with the distinct smell of a signature fragrance that you knew did not belong to Junghan and it snapped you out of your thoughts. The scent was strong enough to flash some memories back in your mind, making you frown. Did he use this perfume on purpose? Or was your mind just playing tricks on you? In a flash, you could suddenly think straight and you couldn’t help it, the moral side of your brain had turned far stronger than your currently raging hormones (thank goodness). Something was definitely off.

“But, Junghan… aren’t you… gay?” You asked, your voice trailing off a little.

His eyes widen and he pulls back from you. He stares at you for a few seconds before it hits him, and he starts erupting in laughter. You narrowed your eyes at him and got off his lap, moving over to the side and sitting beside him instead.

“Junghan?” He stresses on the name. You’re staring at him blankly now, like you knew he was just messing with you. His laughter eventually dies down and he places a hand on your thigh, though it seemed much more innocent now, “I’m so sorry, ____, you’ve got the wrong person.”

With one hand, he quickly grabs the blanket off the bed. The back of his other free hand endearingly caresses your jaw, and you notice how he lingers for a while as he moves a bit lower down to your neck—before wrapping the fabric around you and covering your whole torso with it. Your face immediately turns pink as you clutched onto the blanket to further cover yourself, feeling slightly humiliated, though you were still confused.

“Wrong person? What do you mean?”

“I was wondering why you had no shirt on, I thought that was just a regular thing for you now. But it’s probably cause you’re more comfortable around my brother, huh?”

“Your brother…?”

“Has it really been that long?” He chuckles, and instantly your mind began connecting the pieces together. Could it actually be him? You haven’t seen him in years, and no one even bothered telling you he was coming back today. No way, surely this was Junghan playing a joke on you.

“I’m not Junghan. I’m his twin brother, Jungkook. Remember?”

You hastily stood up in defense, still clutching the blanket close to your chest, “Shut the fuck up, Junghan. No one said anything about Jungkook coming back today!”

Junghan Jungkook only laughs and stands up, the melodious sound filling the room, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching the wide open bedroom door. 

“What a shame, but it was a surprise. I didn’t tell anyone I was coming home today,” He folds his arms, “And if I am Junghan, then who is that?” He points at the doorframe and true enough, Junghan was standing there holding grocery bags in his arms wearing his usual oversized colorful jacket and khaki colored pants.

You and Junghan both looked at each other with mouths dropped down to the floor before you looked back at Jungkook, who had the same smirk tugged on his lips, clearly amused at the whole situation.

Jungkook bends forward and leans in to your face, his voice in a lower tone but still audible enough for his brother to hear, “Probably shouldn’t take your top off so leisurely around the house anymore, huh?” He grins and winks at you, causing you wince and force an awkward smile, internally cursing yourself at everything that just happened.

“Anyways, I should probably rest up in my room. See you around,” Jungkook flashes you a smile before placing a chaste kiss on your (now dry, because your body had frozen up) forehead before walking away from you, taking the charger and dangling it in his other hand. He taps his confused looking brother on the shoulder before turning his head back to take one last look at you before walking out, leaving you and Junghan staring at each other in shock.

Junghan walks in slowly and sets the bags of grocery on the floor, shutting the door behind him.

“What the fuck just happened?” He asks you, eyes wide in anticipation.

Your mind replays everything that had happened between you two. Was Jungkook really just about to kiss you minutes before? Heart racing, you clutch on your chest from underneath the blanket he had covered you with. No way was Jungkook back. No way is he back and looking even more attractive than he did the last time you saw him. Not when you had just gotten over your small crush on him a couple of years ago.

The heat returns to your body, but it mainly pools on your cheeks. You look back at your best friend, but no words of explanation come up. 

“Believe me, I’m asking myself the same thing.”

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[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hey Steph, I am just asking a little bit but I have been writing a rather long Johnlock fic for over a year now. And it's been fun I admit but I just don't feel like I get many people interested compared to other writers. I still want to finish my work but I just am a bit scared of screwing up.

Currently, John and Sherlock in my fic are going through what would be called as a rough patch with both pining majorly for each other but John doesn't want to confess because he thinks Sherlock isn't interested and also due to other circumstances.

My fic features Sherlock screwing up a lot and I just don't know if this is in character enough.

From I have seen, Sherlock just seems like the type to screw up a lot, especially since he kinda seems emotionally constipated to me.

I have gotten some comments asking why I don't just write John forgiving Sherlock (by the way this takes place after season 2 aka Sherlock's fake place and is a canon divergence in some ways, meaning season 3 and 4 won't happen but Sherlock will still come back and John will still feel angry).

I am a bit confused because in my eyes, there are still a lot of problems to work through between the two.

Am I just writing too long or am I just a bad writer when handling Sherlock ?

Because I just think writing Sherlock screwing up and trying to repair his mistakes is an in character idea. No offense but I just think Sherlock can be a dick sometimes and has a chance of ruining his chance with John.

And I did write John after give Sherlock a good lunch after he returned, just letting Sherlock slip back in his life, but he's just more cautious now and tries to keep his temper in control because he doesn't want to physically assault anyone out of nowhere again. And apparently some think that I am writing John like a doormat.

What do you think, Steph?

I know my question is a bit too long but I am just desperate for a second opinion

Hey Nonny! *HUGS*

First off, OOOOOF I feel you on the "taking a year or more to write a fic" front, hahah. I've had a few drabbles drafted for years now and because I keep nitpicking them, they're not getting done, heh heh.

Secondly, Nonny, there is no right or wrong way to write your interpretation of the characters in your own fic! Every single one of us reads all the characters differently, and just because you see a character as X and I see them as Y, doesn't mean you're writing them "wrong", just means you have a different idea for the path you want to take these characters on! It's TOTALLY natural to be concerned about how you're projecting them, but you also have to remember that, say, a super bubbly character isn't going to work in a dark brooding setting unless you're intentionally writing a parody. Same goes for your interpretation of the character: you have a character journey planned, and you have a baseline for his character based on your interpretation of the show, and you go from there!

I know it's easy enough for me to say all that, but really, I think as long as you're "feeling" his character is believable within the universe you created for him, then I don't think there's anything to worry about! AND if you're that concerned, put a call out for a beta to check over your story when its first draft is done. A beta is essentially a second set of eyes who will correct inconsistencies that you've missed, grammar check, and ensure your plot threads are all tying up nicely!

And, here's the thing, "if you write it, they will come". If you're concerned about negative, non-constructive feedback, set the story to be locked to Ao3 and turn off Anonymous comments. Quite frankly, your story sounds super interesting and I'm totally wanting to read it now, hahah.

Don't think too much on it, Lovely, and remember that you're writing the story because it's one YOU want to see. I wrote Sonic fanfiction in my teens over 2 decades ago, and while I do cringe at them now, I do still enjoy the world I created for those characters, and always enjoy going back to that universe. And the same goes for your story. You might cringe about it years from now, but as long as YOU enjoyed it, and can look back fondly upon it, then there's no "right or wrong" way you could have done it <3

That all said, I'm SURE you have written something great, and please, when you do start posting it, let me know, I would be honoured to promote it for you :)

I hope to hear from you again soon, Nonny. Please don't second guess yourself, get a second set of eyes on that story if you're unsure, and take constructive criticism for what it is: people wanting more stories set in your universe from you, and just want to make sure you feel confident in doing so. <3

If any other authors have some suggestions for Nonny, please do!

[wonwoonlight]

📣: mafia!Seungcheol // heh am not sure what to tag this???????? // comfort i guess?? // 774 words

A/N: thank you for the request, anon! this is more about seungcheol being worried than he is mad and also,,,, this is my first time writing mafia au(?) so im so sorry if this isnt how you imagined it to be lol i hope you enjoy it somehow ^^

find the rest of requested drabble here

Seungcheol jumps in alarm at the ringtone that he has specifically set for your other phone; one that he’s told you to use when it’s urgent and you need to notify him something important.

His heart rushes at your simple text, telling him someone has broken into the house though everyone is safe and you’ve notified Minghao, one of his men whose main task is to protect you and the kids when Seungcheol is out, to heighten the security for the time being.

He turns to Jeonghan, the one he trusts most, and tells him to lead and continue on the meeting without him because he needs to hurry home. Despite you telling him not to worry and everyone’s safe, Seungcheol can’t help but feel the need to make sure himself that all is good.

It almost sounds like he’s doubting Minghao, but there has been a lot of shady moves from the opposing side and Seungcheol can’t stand the thought of his family being a possible victim.

An hour ride turns into half an hour and Seungcheol’s pretty sure he’s gone through a few red lights along the way (because the road is practically empty and he doesn’t have the patience to wait for nothing).

When he arrives at his house, Minghao is ready at the front door, bowing to him slightly before following his boss in. There are a few other guards around, Seungcheol notices, and Minghao says he’s called some of their men to stand guard for a few days and reports him of what’s happened.

Minghao has made sure this has nothing to do with their opposing side; simply a thief who chooses the wrong place because he immediately runs away after breaking through the window once he realizes the house has security guards. Seungcheol just nods at that, glad that Minghao knows exactly what to do because he is honestly too worried to order precautions.

It has been your choice to get a regular house, telling him it’s more comfortable and a mansion would feel too empty with your little family. Your current house is still a little too big for your small family, but it’s not so enormous that it would feel empty, just spacious enough that the kids have a lot of space to play inside.

At times like this, though, he wishes they’re living in a mansion because it’d be much safer; out of reach and people would know better.

“Dad!” his youngest daughter calls to him once he arrives at the children’s shared bedroom, making you look up at Seungcheol who’s trying to mask his worry. The man leans down to take Nara in his arms, the kid obliviously excited and sleep goes out of her system at the sight of her dad. “Dad, work done?”

He smiles a little at that, simply nodding his head as he walks to where you’re at with his eldest child on your lap. You’re sitting on Mira’s bed as she sleepily looks back at him from your chest. Seungcheol glances at the clock, of course the kids are sleepy, it’s nearing 2 in the morning.

“You all okay?” He whispers as he sits down beside you.

“Yeah, sorry for worrying you. I know you’d rather find out sooner than later though,” you tell him. “I’m sure Minghao has filled you in?”

Seungcheol nods, his arm shifts to pull you to his side. “It’s okay. Thanks for telling me immediately. Things have been tense these days, though, that’s why I immediately rushed home.”

You look up to your husband and you can tell for sure there’s still worry painted in his face even though he’s trying to mask it because Nara is happily playing with his necklace. At least Seungcheol gets to come home early because of this whole ordeal. He’s been getting little to no rest these days and, though you know this will only make him restless, at least he’s home now and you can find ways to make him rest.

“Nara?” you call her, Seungcheol’s gaze following you curiously. “How about we all sleep together today in Mom and Dad’s bed, hm?”

Nara nods enthusiastically, simply happy at the thought of spending the night with her parents instead of her baby box.

Once the both of your children are safely tucked between the two of you on the huge bed, Seungcheol waits for their soft breathing to even before he leans forward to meet your lips, whispering a thank you before he finally lets go.

God knows you’re the only one who knows how to calm him down; right here, under the blanket with his family.

[cayofdreams]

Hi there! Can I request headcanons or drabble of Endeavor getting his younger sidekick pregnant? Thank you 😊

*This took me hella long I'm so sorry :(

- but yes you most certainly can 😉. There is a little nsfw part if that’s alright~-

(Warning: reader was tipsy during sex)

“Your blood work came back, Ms. Y/N. You’re pregnant.”

You laughed at the man in the long white coat. Surely he was jesting. You? Pregnant? 

“That can’t be possible, doctor.”

“It’s very possible, Ms. Y/N. And in fact true. You’re currently 6 weeks along.”

“What?! Now I know you’re lying, I haven’t even been with anyone sin-”

------commence nsfw flashback------

“Ahhh~ Enji-wait...d-don’t cum inside. I didn’t t-take my- ahhhnn~...I didn’t take my pill-”

You were laying with your back on the surface of the pro-hero Endeavor’s desk. Thoroughly getting your brains fucked-out. You don’t even remember how you got there. You didn’t care.

If you had to guess it was probably from getting tipsy in your office, trying to get your mind off of the loads of paper work you had. You always thought Endeavor was dangerously attractive. He was so cold. So brutish. And coupled with such a broad, chiseled body, it made your crush on him grow bigger and bigger everyday. But you weren’t going to do anything about it because you knew he was a man with an unhealthily large dedication to his hero work.

Until tonight. Your slight high from the alcohol gave you incredible invincibility. You felt so invincible that you were going to tell that cold, brutish, dedicated man what exactly he was doing to the lustful flesh that throbbed in your panties.

And so that’s how you got here. On that cold, brutish man’s desk.

“Heh. Good. It’s about time I make you produce my next heir. I’m sure our quirks will make for a formidable child.”

Honestly you didn’t care to have a kid but the thought of Enji pumping you full of his, what can only be, the most fertile seed in the world, made you shiver with arousal. His cock was surely giving you a new breeding kink tonight.

“Haahh I can f-feel it! I can feel your cock bulging inside of me! Ohh..Enji~ I want it! I -wannt it!

“That’s right. T-take all of my cum...Like the filthy cum slut that you are-Hghh!”

“Enjiii!!~~”

------present day------

“...y/n...y/N....Y/N!”

“O-Oh! Yes! Doctor! You were saying?!”

The man in the long white coat fixed his glasses back on the bridge of his nose. 

“Perhaps you remembered the details of 6 weeks ago?”

“Oh...yes. I do.”

“And how will you be progressing, Ms. Y/N?”

Honestly, you didn’t know. You never really thought about having a kid. Especially in this fashion. Despite Enji’s dirty talking, you knew that his dedication to professional heroism came before all else. Does he really want a kid? Let alone with you. You were just a sidekick after-all. Plus there was a considerable age difference between the two of you. Surely he still thought of you as a child. 

And besides that, you also had a dedication to becoming a pro-hero. Would you even be able to balance the two? Between working and being a mother? You just didn’t know how to go about your current predicament. But there was one thing for sure. You’d need to tell Enji. 

So you excused yourself from the doctor’s office, telling him that you’d need time to think about it. 

On the drive to Enji’s agency, you were going back and forth on what you would do based on his reaction. A part of you hoped that once gauging his reaction, you’d instantly know what to do. And the other part of you knew how silly that sounded.

You now stood face-to-face with the door to Enji’s office. The place where it all began. 

*knock* *knock*

“Come in.” 

As you walked in and approached Enji sitting at his office, you felt more and more inclined to just say ‘nevermind’ and walk out. He was heaped in paper work and the loosened collar of his shirt signified how stressed he was.

“I have something to say.”

“That is apparent.”

“...”

Your hands got clammy, and your knees started to buckle under you. He looked so intimidating. Well he was always intimidating. But especially now considering he still hadn’t looked up from his papers and you could hear the tapping of his finger as he waited for you to continue.

“Y/N. I am very busy so if you have noth-”

“I’m pregnant.”

You could almost hear the furrowing of his eyebrows as he twitched his eyes at the papers below him. He then shot his face up to look at you with an expression that you couldn’t tell was shock from anger, fear, or excitement.

Without saying anything he promptly stood up from his chair and started to walk over to you. His height making him frighteningly hover over you. Your eyes shut in fear of what he might say...or do. 

“Y/N, is this true?”

“Yes...” You meekly replied. You started second guessing your decision to tell him anything before you felt an overwhelming warmness all over your body. 

Was he- hugging you?

“Y/N..this is..this is great news.”

“..What? Really!? You’re not mad?”

He parted his head from your shoulder to look into your eyes and you saw an expression you had rarely ever seen him make before. 

He was smiling. And at you, no doubt.

"Of course not. You've granted me another opportunity to be the proper father I should've been a long time ago."

You closed your eyes with a grin and sunk your head into his chest. "...You think everything will be okay?"

He caressed the back of your head with his hand. The heat radiating from it brought on the feeling of a nice massage.

"They'll be just fine, Y/N."

[lethargicsunlight]

Part 1: Some Combat Training Katsuki Bakugo X Fem!Reader

HeLp

EDIT: Read part 2 here!

I’ve thought about this for like, a week?!

Some context here: I’m attempting to write a slow-burn multi-book fanfic, but I haven’t even reached current episodes/chapters for BNHA yet? SO, this is in outline stages right now. I’m really big on keeping things as canon as possible, so once I catch-up with everyone else on the series (or at least far enough to know wtf I’m writing about :D ) I can start actually finishing and editing chapters.

Right now it’s.. it’s just a mess.

ANYWAYS, for the time being, I shall vent out some ideas for this fanfic or just other random drabble to keep my inspiration burning while I soak it all up. Might asks for requests or ideas or something.

This for instance.. Is essentially a drabble that builds some

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* c h e m i s t r y*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧between you and BoomBoom boy.

Warnings: FLUFF. I guess? I mean, can he really be 'fluff'y? Idk we'll see. Also, they're Third-Years in U.A. now, so aged-up just a bit.

Also, P.S.: I make it a point to leave out most descriptions of y/n. This way, whether its you or an OC, it's not as immersive-breaking. That said, I have taken liberties with their physique and personality based on certain events in their life. Y/n will also be smaller in stature (though I will not be specific about height) because of their specific combat abilities. (Think Inej from Six of Crows, if you will.)

Making a Part 2 because this evidently went on FOREVER.

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You heard Bakugou close the gym door from behind you, but you don't bother to say 'thank you'. Moving to the back of the room, you grabbed a training dummy and began dragging it into the center; your eyes never even grazing him--you knew he was there.

Along the anatomy of the dummy, you had painted pressure points, nerves, and joints to assist in your specific method of combat. You swung the dummy around, the back facing you. The soft taps of your comrade's feet grew closer, and you trusted he was close enough to hear you.

"If you want to immobilize the arm temporarily, you'll need to strike here." You point to the green dot at the junction of the shoulder, only now glancing at him to make sure he was paying attention.

As if you had to. Of course he was.

You pull your hand back and position your fingers into a jabbing form, shifting your body to face him more. "Three fingers are all you need, but you can use the rest of your hand to reinforce it."

You wait for him to mimic his hand like yours. You crane your neck a bit, inspecting it, making sure all the bones and ligaments were aligned the way they needed to be.  Your own hands lift, near touching his before;

"May I touch you?"

There's a hesitation before he answers, "Yeah," voice gruff but otherwise unemotional.

You give a hum in acknowledgement before you entrap Bakugou's wrist, lightly tracing the anatomy to make sure it was perfect; then pulling it towards the dummy and away--watching the muscles and tendons flex. He's a little stiff about it at first, but he allows it.

"There, keep the fingers bent and the wrist straight.." You twist his wrist slightly, tapping the front to show him how flat it was. "You're a lot stronger than I am; if you get this move down, you can probably dislocate someone's shoulder this way."

Now you look up to inspect his face. You'd been dreading it.

Much to your surprise.. he doesn't look all that bemused. Nor does he acknowledge your last comment, which you'd expected a 'of course I could' or at least a 'Heh.'

But he's stonefaced, staring at his hand. The moment begins to stretch on so you quickly continue before the mood shifted.

"Here," you step away, unzipping the jacket you'd worn over your work-out gear for the brisk walk to the gym. "The plastic doesn't do a good job for this, so I'll show you what you're aiming for." Turning so your back faced him, you feel down your opposite shoulder until your reach the juncture where the nerve and joint interacted. After finding it, you point it out for him.

"If you press pretty hard, you'll feel where it dips in."

He hesitates again.

What was with him?

Simultaneously...

He pulls the metal door to a close behind him, the sound of the latch echoing through the gym's concrete walls as he watches you moving across the main floor to grab a practice dummy.

This had seemed like such a good idea. Practical.

There was a new villain in Japan that had amassed a large following--not unlike the League. Their focus was on temporarily disabling quirks to take down big targets in coordinated attacks, and their targets were pro-heroes. They would lure them out with large-scale natural disasters, single them out, and take them down. Every hero, even the third-years of U.A., had begun practicing more simplistic combat techniques, in the event their quirks become useless.

And while he wasn't going to voice it, most of his combat training had always centered on his quirk. Learning any other kind of combat was a waste of time. Or, it had really seemed that way...

But you had changed his mind. Long before this new villain, and long before right now. Still, he'd left it to you--this was your thing, not his. He learned from watching you, but asking you to teach him was a step down he couldn't take.

And even now, he felt weak for doing it.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he hones in on you as this demonstration begins--but he doesn't want to look at your face. This was just for training. This was practical. Logical.

When it comes to the point of actually mimicking your movements though, he's sent off-balance again.

"May I touch you?"

What the fuck kind of question is that?

It almost comes out of his mouth, but its barred shut for some reason. "Yeah." He has to force it out, like he's choked.

He watches your hands deftly graze finger-tips around his hand and his wrist. It's all flesh contact, he didn't see a point in wearing gloves for this.

...But he begins to wish he had.

It'd been two years since he'd met you. You'd become a student by invitation from All Might and the Principle in tandem due to a drawn-out coup  you'd lead against a major underground villain known as Head Honcho; of which, he and Deku as first-years had helped take down. You'd revealed yourself as the defector, and sacrificed yourself to Honcho's ultimate move in order to break his defenses. You really had not planned to live through all of that.

Little, strange, you.

And now as you barely touch him, it sends warm pulses up his arm and across his chest. In all those two years, you'd never done that. Never had the chance, he realizes, as the room slows down and he relives the moments with you over that duration.

He would find you sitting next to him in the Cafeteria. Find you--because you were silent when you sat down. Silent when you ate. When he would notice you, he'd make a big deal over it.

'What the hell twinkle-toes?! Do you really have to skulk around like that?'

He would find you next to him in the common room.

'What--why are you so silent all the time, you're so damn creepy!'

He found you next to him, when he woke up in that bar with the villains that'd kidnapped him. How had you ended up there?

He'd never been able to ask. It was an unspoken agreement between the two of you to never mention that event. So much had happened in such little time--

His arm is now free of your touch--you say something but he barely catches it. Right. Combat training. How could he forget?!

He glowers at his hand. What the fuck was he doing? Why wasn't he concentrating..

"Here," you're suddenly moving away and unzipping the jacket you wore.

What the--

"The plastic doesn't do a good job for this, so I'll show you what you're aiming for." You're saying, as the fabric slides down your arms. You grab the sleeves off your hips and tie them around your waist. It's nothing he hasn't seen before.

And it's everything he hasn't seen before.

The only skin showing was your shoulders and your mid-drift. Practical for work-outs, great for taking hits in training to build endurance, logical.. logical..

His mind blanks.

"If you press pretty hard, you'll feel where it dips in." You're pointing to a spot on your shoulder, but with your eyes not on him--he's taking the second to regain control over whatever the fuck it was he was going through.

He's not stupid.

He knows what hormones do. He knows what infatuation is, and lust, and all of that other shit--he knows because he avoids the hell out of it. Becoming the world's greatest hero doesn't allow any time for it. He can't afford even a moment of distraction.

It's your fault.. He reasons, gritting his teeth as he moves forward--determined to peel the feeling from his chest and blast it away. You did this. You weaseled your way into being close to me. You--!

Turning over your shoulder, you catch eyes with him.

He stops. The anger, the steel-like walls he'd just been building--they all suddenly just.. melt away. It's not how beautiful your eyes are. It's not the curious concern behind them. It's the truth.

You weren't offering to train him in some close, quirkless combat because he was weak. You weren't offering to train him as a chance to get 'comfy' with him, or warm his heart or whatever the girls in class chided him about. You were offering to train him because he was your partner. You wanted him to be on his top game in the field.

And for some reason... that made it worse!

[jenojaemssss]

happier

synopsis: in which mark was happier with you.

pairing: mark x reader (i attempted to write the mc as gender neutral, so lmk if there are any tips on how to be more considerate! i wanna be able to write as inclusively as possible heh)

genre/category: angst, exes!au

word count: 2.4k

a/n: i have an assignment due in like 20 minutes (so i did not get a chance to proofread!!) but i got distracted thinking about mark while listening to my 2017 simp playlist :D so here's a mini-fic (that was supposed to be a drabble) based on this song!

I saw you walk inside a bar.

When Mark looked up from the almost-empty bottle sitting in front of him, he didn’t expect to be greeted by the sight of you. But what caught him even more off guard was that you were entering the bar hand in hand with someone new.

You, not yet noticing your past lover's hunched figure, walk towards a set of empty bar stools, another man's arms wrapped around your waist like possessive belt. Mark began to stare then. He stared at what used to be his reason. What used to be the one who'd wake him up in the morning, who used to be his reason for coming home when the days were too long, yet somehow eventually bled into nights. He continued to stare at what had been his true source of happiness.

In his eyes, you still were. You were his only radiating source of light that made him feel warm. You were his comfort, like a warm blanket during a rainy day, or an iced tea when the weather was too hot to do anything else but lounge around the house with all fans on full blast.

He said something to make you laugh.

Mark noticed how the one that accompanied you looked at you with a small spark in his eyes as you cover your mouth in attempts to shield your erupting laughter. That was a cute habit of yours when you laughed, and he used to stare at you the same way; he was staring at you almost identically as he's sat across the bar at that moment. The only difference now was that Mark stopped being the reason for your bright smiles and warm laughter.

I noticed how both your smiles were twice as wide as ours.

The first encounter between the two of you would forever be engraved in the mind of Mark Lee.

He was walking around a lake during a camping trip with a few of his friends, mindlessly swinging his arms around to cool off. Mid swing, though, he made contact with something he later found out was your face. He apologized so many times that you had almost busted a lung laughing at the poor boy's terrified features.

Soon, Mark joined you, laughing in harmony because apparently being smacked in the face by someone was the funniest thing to the both of you. Mark proceeded to awkwardly ask for your contact information, hoping to make up for the mishap, and you complied because the man was so darn cute.

One meet-up (he never specified it as a date) turned into two, which turned into three, and soon, you were seeing each other everyday in a small cafe hidden within the corners of your shared campus.

The two of you attended the same university, but due to being in different departments, there was never really a chance to come across one another while running to your next classes, but this cafe was the one spot you two had in common.

The cafe meetings soon turned into cafe dates (he clarified this time that they were in fact, dates), and soon enough, you were both head over heels in love, moving in together as you approached your final years of college.

Mark and your's relationship wasn't perfect, but it was always so much fun. Mark was always able to make you laugh because of how awkward he was, and one time you to left him behind on a trip to the grocery store because he was so embarrassing, making stupid puns at the poor worker just trying to stock the shelves of the cereal aisle. That day, you bought a watermelon the size of both your heads combined to make up for leaving him behind.

Mark bitterly smiled at his recollection. That was one of the last times he and you were able to smile together.

You looked happier.

The last time Mark saw you, it was on a sunny, Saturday afternoon. You were on your way back from a trip to your local convenience store, bags of chips, a tub of ice cream, and boxes of candy spilling out of the watermelon themed reusable bag he had left behind after moving out. You were still wearing his hoodie, then. He left that behind for you too.

It made him smile, knowing that you kept it.

Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you.

You felt as though you couldn't breathe. When you entered Mark and your shared apartment, you sensed that something was wrong; that something was missing from your normally warm environment. Mark and you have been arguing more frequently recently, and the night before, it was the worst it had been in years.

Mark had been going out later into the night, sleeping on couches of friend's houses more than in his own bed. Your shared bed. You more often than not woke up to nothing, the radiating warmth missing from your side.

You'd had enough of it, and confronted the man when he walked into the apartment at 2 am. Words spewed from either side, along the lines of "I'm sick of this" and "What is there to be sick of?" Mark ended up sleeping on the couch that night while you cried yourself to sleep, clutching Mark's pillow and attempting to hold onto what used to be the warm, delightful love of your life.

The next day when you woke up, he was gone. He texted you saying he had to leave early for work and that you should go ahead and start your day without him, and you did. You began planning ways to talk things out, to fix things with Mark over a nice dinner.

You set your plan to action and made your way to the local market. When you returned home and stepped foot into the kitchen, though, your eyes landed on a small note placed right in the center of the dining table. Written on that note in Mark's sloppy handwriting were the words, "I'm sorry, but I need to clear my head."

You dropped the note and ran into your bedroom, only to see that Mark had taken almost half of his belongings from the cramped space, along with one of the suitcases the two of you placed behind the closet when you first moved in. He was gone.

But ain't nobody love you like I do.

He'd been gone for about 10 days when you receive a call from Donghyuck. The brown-haired boy informed you that Mark has been sleeping on his couch for over a week and would be stopping by within the next few days to take up all of his friend's belongings he'd left behind.

You hummed, almost numbly, and before hanging up, you mustered up the courage to ask Donghyuck if Mark was currently there with him. He hummed in response, and you mumbled a good before dropping the line completely, falling to your knees and sobbing until you no longer had tears to let fall.

You were broken, and it was all because of Mark, yet a piece of you continuously hoped and prayed that he was safe. That he was living in a proper home with a place to sleep, and that he wasn't too cold because he often got cold very easily.

Mark, on the other end of the line, was silently holding in his cries as his best friend hung up the phone, disconnecting him from his one true love. Mark never intended to hurt you the way that he did, but in his mind, because he loved you so much, too much, he had to let you go.

He was noticing how much he was holding you back, from job opportunities to your social life, he believed he was the reason. He was the reason you declined the job offer in the neighboring city because that meant you'd have to either move out or drag Mark with you, and you chose on neither and stayed. He was the reason you never left the house on weekends because only then was he ever home. He was the reason you had bags under your eyes, he soon realized.

You'd been staying up night after night, waiting for him to come home. You'd been crying because he would come home with bags darker than yours. You'd been losing sleep because you spent too much of your time worrying about him.

He was holding you back by loving you.

So he decided to let you go.

Promise that I will not take it personal, baby.

A few months have passed and Mark's finally settled down in a new place in the town you had rejected the job offer from all those months ago. A part of him wished that moving away would offer you closure, knowing that Donghyuck explained his side of the story to you. Mark wanted so badly to be the one who spoke to you that day, but he was afraid of the confrontation. He was scared he'd break and hold you into his arms and promise to never let you go, bringing himself and you back into the endless loop.

So he left. He moved away and had Donghyuck clean up the mess he'd made. Mark owes him one.

The other part of him, though, hoped that you contacted the agency that offered you the job all those months ago. The selfish part of him prayed that the agency granted your request and offered you the job you passed up on in this new city. He hoped that you and him could start over in a different setting, and maybe a few years from now, run into each other again. You'd be in better places in your lives and the two of you could start over.

He knew he was hoping for too much, but oh a man can dream.

If you're moving on with someone new.

Mark was brought back to the present when he hears a loud shattering of glass. He averted his eyes towards the source of the ruckus and landed his eyes on you. He noticed how your eyes grew into large saucers when he displayed similar shocked features.

Shit.

He quickly and clumsily packed up his belongings as he waved down one of the waiters, asking for the tab. Noticing Mark's shaken composure accompanied by the glares being sent in his direction from the other side of the bar, the waiter sympathetically printed out the bill as fast as he could and didn't let out a peep when Mark underpaid about 10 bucks.

Mark rushed out of the bar, only to be caught by the sound of your voice calling out to him.

"Don't you dare run away." The voice was cold.

"Not again, Mark." It was almost shaking.

You caught up to the man. He turned around, slowly, wishing that this was all just a messed up dream, and the alcohol was only playing tricks with his mind.

Indeed, though, this was his reality. Mark remained silent, only staring at his feet as you approached him.

"Look at me," your voice was softer now, but he noticed the stern edge laced within your words. You were never one to raise your voice, not even when Mark would spew incredulous things at you during an argument. You were always calm.

Mark shifted his gaze from the ground towards your face and noticed you looked wiser. He noticed how your soft features were now more sharp. He noticed how you wore your hair differently. He noticed how you'd ditched your casual jeans and a shirt for something more business-casual. He noticed how your aura had changed into something more serious. He noticed every little change about you.

He also noticed how, beneath all the physical changes, you were still you. You still had the same stars in your eyes. You still had his favorite scent. You still had the same quip in your lip when you spoke. You still had the same smile.

You were smiling at him.

Mark finally managed to meet your eyes, and as you opened your mouth to speak, he cut you off before you could get a sound out.

"You look happier."

Your smile dropped a bit at his observation. He was right, you were happier than you were after the breakup. But you were happier when you were with him. Using other men to distract yourself from Mark worked for a while, but it was never the same.

It's been over a year, and you still missed him. You missed everything about Mark; his smile, his laugh, his posture when he was furiously typing away at his keyboard because he had an essay due in 10 minutes. You missed the way he'd sing to you at night when you woke up from a nightmare, and the way he'd pet down your hair when the two of you wake up in each other's arms after a nap.

And although you missed him, a part of you was still angry at him. Angry that he left without an explanation, and had Donghyuck be the bearer of bad news that he wanted you to be happier. That he wanted you to have a life not revolving around him and his actions.

A part of you hated how he was so selfish, and how he never looked to you for his decision. Yet the other, wiser, part of you was thankful. Thankful that he cared about you enough to let you go, cared about you enough to put your priorities above his own feelings for once. Most importantly, you were thankful that he was your first heartbreak.

Before he was the boy who broke your heart, he was a friend.

You tilt your head a bit sideways, plastered another smile and nodded in response.

"It's a process."

He smiled back, toothy grin warming your heart. "I'm glad you're doing okay."

Maybe it was the universe finally hearing Mark's wishes of starting over, or maybe it was just a mere coincidence that you ran into each other that day. But nonetheless, the encounter made him realize one thing.

"I was happier with you."

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ last updated: december 2024 !!

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ᝰ.ᐟ౨ৎ જ⁀➴ lee heeseung ── 이희승

[wip!] fine line ── e2l!au, idol!heeseung ���ᝰ. fluff, angst, crack

↳ work in progress! come back for updates (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ ☕︎

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⭑.ᐟ notoriously yours ── fakedating!au, e2l!au, childhood friends!au, college!au ✎ᝰ fluff, angst, comedy | 14.7k

↳ jay park is a rich kid. however, unfortunately for him, money can’t buy love. or can it? (in the form of you─his ex-best friend─through a fake relationship, with some bribery, of course)

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ꨄ︎.ᐟ the matchmatic 3000 ── college!au, matchmaking!au, friends to lovers!au✎ᝰ fluff, comedy | 19k

↳ simp, i mean, sim jaeyun is a hopeless romantic. a cursed hopeless romantic, he would say, doomed to exist as just your friend, nothing more. but when his genius (read: nerdy) best friend creates a highly accurate matchmaking app for the university, jake is ready to bribe, beg, and possibly sell his soul to make sure he gets paired with you. plan a? hack the system. plan b? there is no plan b. to jake, being delulu is the solulu, and he's all in.

[wip!] no doubt ── idol!jake, friends to lovers!au ✎ᝰ. fluff, angst, crack

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[wip!] love, actually ── secretadmirer!jake (kinda, you'll see heh), childhood bestfriends!au, friends to lovers!au, highschool!au ✎ᝰ. fluff, crack, angst

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[fanfic-me-up]

okay so i kinda got carried away with this one??? i just really love this idea and how freaking fluffy it is! so thank you for submitting it @peachy-yabbay​! 😊 also lowkey im sorta falling in love with kaminari?? like he’s so fun to write and i had a smile the entire time. anyway i rlly hope you enjoy!

Feel free to request more here. I write fics, drabbles, and headcanons 💖

Also, I have a yoga fic already posted with bakugou x fem!reader so if this doesn’t satisfy your need of bakugou being a flexible pretzel and failing you can read more here 😂

Bakugou Katsuki

THE STRUGGLE IS REAL

like Bakugou prides himself on going to the gym everyday, but he focuses on strength training and muscle building

the art of flexibility takes time, effort, and perseverance

he gets super frustrated when he can't get the splits in 2.5 seconds

“Careful or you might pull something.”

he ignores you ofc bc for some reason he thinks he’s gonna get the splits if he just - forces himself???

“seriously, Bakugou, don’t push so much-”

“Shut up I know what I’m - OW SHIT FUCKING HELL”

poor bby is on the ground cradling his thigh bc he pulled his hamstring

And lemme tell you THAT SHIT HURTS 😭

he’s literally screaming bloody murder

-like he’s faced a lot of pain from hero training but pulling your hamstring is just so. much. worse???

you grab an icyhot pack (aka you grab Todoroki lol) but Bakugou’s just like “hell no fuck off half n half”

“Must be bad. I heard you crying from downstairs-”

“I SAID FUCK OFF” Todoroki shrugs and leaves.

you roll your eyes at Bakugou’s stubbornness and grab some muscle balm instead

“Tch. I can do it myself” but you ignore him and rub the balm on his thigh, he doesn’t fight it

after that whole fiasco he finally listens to your warnings when you tell him that's enough

he’s in the splits in a little over a month!

“Oh my god, Bakugou, you’re doing it!”

“Tch. I know.”

you don’t miss the small smile on his face

he goes up to you later and shoves something in your hands

“Um. What’s this?”

“A movie ticket” you stare at it blankly, he rolls his eyes

“I’m taking you to the movies tonight, dumbass.”

“Like a date?” you stare up with hopeful eyes

“The fuck? No! As payment.”

you blink, clearly confused

“You know… for helping me with my stretches.”

Oh.

you blush in embarrassment at the misunderstanding

“I’ll meet you out front at 7. Don’t be late.” he walks off, but before he reaches the corner he stops-

“Ugh fine! It’s a date! Happy!?”

you erupt in the biggest smile

he wants to be the only one to make you smile like that from now on

Todoroki Shouto

Todoroki is impressed with how flexible you are, and you’re quite surprised when he asks you to help him

the most aloof - and handsome - guy in your class you’ve barely spoken TWO words to has come to you for help??? is this a dream? someone pinch you 👀

but there you are, the next day in his dorm, gently pushing his hips down

Todoroki’s working on his warrior/scorpion pose (ya’ll there's so many names for this pose jfc the one where you’re standing on one leg, back arched, and you’re holding the other leg above your head)

he’s sweating and breathing heavily, and when you go to steady him, you actually burn your hand on his bicep.

“Ouch!”

“Are you okay?”

he’s hovering over you the next second, you show him your hand, a blister already forming

“Damn it. I still have trouble controlling my left side,” he looks away from you, clenching his fists, “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” you blow cool air on the wound to stop the tingling, “all better,” you smile up at him

“Here, let me,” he pulls his shirt up to reveal his stomach and places your hand on the right side. You sigh in relief as your hand is instantly cooled.

Uh oh.

you realize where your hand is currently pressed against 😳

you’re so tempted to trace along the hard contours of his abs

“Y/N? You’re burning up.” he touches your cheek, your heart doing somersaults at the closeness

“Oh-kay, that’s enough for today!” you squeak, running away from a thoroughly confused Todoroki

Todoroki shows excellent progress in just a couple weeks. He says it’s because he has a great teacher, but you know it's his work ethic and how he listens to your advice and applies it flawlessly.

He’s even gotten better at controlling his left side since he’s constantly relaxing his muscles to get deeper in the stretch.

it happens during warm-ups before training

Class 1-A goes into some stretches when you see Todoroki go into a perfect scorpion. His back perfectly arched and his leg reaching above his head.

“Oh my god, Todoroki, you’re doing it!” you clap your hands in excitement

“Am I?”

...is this boy for real? lol

“YES” you laugh at his stoic expression

“I see.” He softly comments before going into another stretch.

your shoulders deflate, disappointed at the lack of enthusiasm

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” he cracks a small smile and your breath is taken away by the simple gesture. It’s rare to see him with such a soft expression, and the fact that you’re the reason for it sends your heart aflutter.

AND bc he’s totally oblivious to your current state, he goes up to you and whispers, “you’re an amazing teacher, Y/N”

“It was n-nothing re-really it was a-all you!” you laugh awkwardly, unable to meet his eyes.

“How can I thank you?”

“It-it’s really n-not necessary!”

“Hmm…” he walks away deep in thought and you’re just standing there like the stuttering mess you are bc how dare he walk away like nothing!?

Mina’s got your back tho bc frankly it's quite sad how awkward you are and how oblivious Todoroki is that she NEEDS to become the captain of this ship stat

She “casually” suggests to Todoroki that he should take you out to eat as a thank you for helping him.

and when he walks you to your door that night he says, “I hope you enjoyed our date”

“D-date?” cue the butterflies in your stomach

“Was it not a date?” You’re pinned by his intense gaze, but you manage to squeak out a “yes!” in your confused daze. He chuckles at your nervousness

“Have a good night, Y/N.” he kisses your cheek

and when you give Mina the details of your date there’s a bunch of squealing from her end and you’re just like 😳 the entire night

Kaminari Denki

“Woah, Y/N, you’re really flexible. Can you put your foot over your head?”

You show him and he’s totally amazed. “Cool! Can you teach me? I wanna put BOTH legs over my head!”

first day of stretching with Kaminari is… def a day you remember

“Ow ow! Y/N, don’t break me!”

“Denki, I’m not even touching you!”

He looks up where your hands are on your hips

“oh... heh” he gives you a sheepish smile

You roll your eyes. How you’re gonna get this boy flexible enough to put his foot over his head is beyond you, but you’re happy it’s going to take a while - it means more time spent with your crush

You spend an hour with Kaminari each day to perfect his stretching routine (It should only take about 20 minutes, but the boy’s got the attention span of a newborn puppy)

“Woah check out that cloud, Y/N.” Kaminari looks in awe at the sky. You sigh, not again

“Denki, we’re not done, get back in the stretch”

“Look Y/N,” he points, “doesn’t it look exactly like baby yoda?” He lies down on the grass to gaze at the clouds

“Oh my god, Denki, I’m gonna kill - oh wow…” you gaze up in awe at the cloud, “baby yoda…”

You and Kaminari spend the rest of the hour cloud gazing

After literal MONTHS of getting on Kaminari’s ass he can FINALLY put his legs over his head.

He calls out to you during a training exercise, “Y/N LOOK I DID IT!”

“NOT ONE BUT TWO!” he points at both of his legs with a huge smile

You feel a rush of happiness because even after how frustrated you were with him at times, you would do it a million times over if it meant getting to see such a pure smile.

“Congrats!” you say, “Now, stand up so I can give you a hug!”

“Um…” he sheepishly looks up at you, “I’m kinda... stuck?”

You roll your eyes affectionately, “the things I do for you.”

You’re about to help Kaminari when Bakugou shoves him backwards giving everyone in class a clear view of his ass in the air 😂

“Hah, dumbass.”

Kaminari waddles helplessly side to side

“Y/N?” he squeaks, “a little help here?”

Later that week he tells you he found a yoga class for both of you to take and you’re surprised. He still wants to spend time with you?

But then he says, “Are you crazy? Why wouldn’t I wanna spend time with the coolest person I know?”

You choke on your tea, in disbelief at his words - that was a huge compliment and you know Kaminari is a very open person so you just brush it off with an “Oh stop it…”

“No I’m serious, Y/N, you’re awesome. Like super awesome,” he gives an awkward laugh while rubbing the back of his neck

“I’ve been thinking… maybe after yoga, we can, i don't know... hit up the arcade or something? Or it doesn’t have to be the arcade, it could be anything really!”

You’ve never seen Kaminari this flustered before. He’s the type to brush off his mistakes with a laugh, always moving on to the next moment.

“No, the arcade sounds fun!”  

You reassure him and the confident light in his eyes returns

“Oh and Denki?”

“Yeah?”

“Prepare to get rekt in mario kart”

This starts a whole ass play fight about who’s gonna get dunked on when racing down rainbow road

[marcusmettalus]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Memories of Another.

Noémie Durand: It is an unexpected, but welcome surprise to see you here Lady Haldus.

Ostia Haldus: Was not really my plan either, but I was given not many alternatives. Though I have to say your people are,,, a welcome surprise too.

Noémie: Haha! Karseilles is quite an outsider compared to much of the Imperium, but we're slowly making way in communicating with them.

Ostia: I've heard that you were,, quite new to being a leader. Some even called you the Young Queen, though I could not tell if they were making a jab at you or using a casual title.

Noémie: Aaaah. Well, compared to many previous Grand Dame and Seigneur, I have not ruled for many years, nor has my Family been in major powers for any great period of time. I've ruled only some,, 84 years now, come winter.

Ostia: Wait. Wait wait, you've been Queen for 80+ years? But you are also a Scion, are you not? How long ha-?

Noémie: I have been bonded to Dominion for 104 years, 8 months and 21 days. I,, I am not allowed to forget this. I was training to be a Scion, and to be the next head of my Family. Never did I see the day that the entire Lyonesse Dynasty to die in a short 8 months.

Ostia: That sounds a little,, too exact.

Noémie: Dominion is,, ancient. They hold the memories of hundreds within themselves. And those memories are becoming my own, with time. And when I pass, my own memories will become theirs, for the next Scion to bear. I'm the youngest to pilot themz and the youngest to rule these people.

Ostia: ,,,, all the memories?

Noémie: Not all, I've trained for years to be able to not delve too deep into Dominion when I pilot them,, but some days, I am no longer Noémie. I'm another Scion, maybe from Durand, maybe from another Family. Their victories, their aspirations,, their deaths.

Ostia: May I ask a personal question? How do you,, how do you handle that burden?

Noémie: Burden? Hmmm, I guess I used to think of it as a burden. But that was a long time ago. Now, heh, c'est la vie. But I think what you're actually asking,, is how do you deal with the memories of another, and keep yourself here. My dear Haldus, see these as dreams. Dreams of your past lives, how you made mistakes and learned from them, those you loved and killed. They will hurt, but they are of the past lives, and will not kill you. They will embolden you, protect you from making the same mistake as they once did.

(Ostia Haldus belongs to @rowscara , and Noémie Durand is mine.)

20 notes • Posted 2021-10-03 16:41:53 GMT

#4

Adamantium Striders

House Chevalier, Vassal state to the Kingdom of Midgård. These men and women of Karseilles follow the ancient dogma of their predecessors, known to Ministorium Scholars as the Imperial Truth, a doctrine used during the era of The Great Crusade some 10 millennia ago.

To the field of war, House Chevalier brings ancient and highly trained Knights, bipedal goliaths clad in heavy armor plating and high power tank weaponry short of being classified as Titan weaponry. Though due to old wounds, Chevalier does not sport hundreds of these revered Knights.

Only 35 remain in any operational capacity, most were lost during a time called "The Darkest Decades", when Chevalier and Midgård held against the tide of Tyranids of Hivefleet Moloch. Slowly this wound has begun to heal, as the forges on Karseilles and its moons work stubbornly to rebuild those Knight which would be salvaged,, and make entire new ones from scratch.

Grand Dame Noémie Durand is the current ruler of Karseilles, as well as the head of her House. Though her rise to power was not one she had aimed for, her House was simply the one to inherit the mantle fallen from House Lyonesse who all perished in The Darkest Decades. She had only been training as a Scion of her House, to rule when her time came for her own Dynasty,, not the entire Kingdom of Kareilles. She has much to learn about ruling an entire people, and seeks much wisdom and advice from those in power, she has long talks with High King Surtr Muspelson of Midgård for his rule stretches into the millennia.

But tis not just her Dynasty who take to the field, they cannot afford such a bold tactic anymore. She is joined by many other Dynasties who, although, bear the banner of House Chevalier, are clad in their own Dynasty colors and heraldry.

The Karon Dynasty, the Moreau Dynasty and the de-Galle Dynasty are the other families whom fight alongside Durand when Karseilles goes to war.

Karon and Moreau are also two of the four families who have Monarche pattern Knights in their arsenal, the only other being Durand. de-Galle may not have any such pattern in their hangers, however they are the ones who pilot "Les Montagnes Jumelles" or the "Twin Mountains"; a pair of Acastus Pattern Knights wielding the dreaded Mortcœur cannons, a variant of the Hellhammer weaponry.

The more prominent members of these families are the following;

Marquis Jean Corsica Karon, second eldest son of the Karon Dynasty. The Karon are responsible for maintaining the small fleet that Karseilles owns, mainly used for trading with Midgård or Rogue Traders,. They also have control over the lone Space Port, thus having their fingers in all trades and travel. Jean's older brother André may be the next in line to the family throne, but it was Jean who able to bond with the Monarche pattern Knight, "Endless".

Vicomte Gastonne Henreique Moreau, eldest eligible successor to the Moreau Dynasty. The Moreaus have dominance over the budding agricultural and lumber industry which encompasses the southern continents on Karseilles, which feeds the growing population (and some curious eaters in the Midgård Kingdom). The current head of house, Dame Florence, lost her children during The Darkest Decades, thus her Sister's son will be the one to inherit the throne when the day comes. Gastonne, previously one of the overseers responsible for the second largest Blackwood Oak Orchard, was bonded to a Warden pattern Knight, "Chauchat's Roar"

Duchesse Anne de-Galle, eldest daughter of the de-Galle Dynasty. The de-Galle have always been under suspicion due to their repeated attempts to defame the Durand family, and upset the balance of powers on Karseilles. However, Anne seems to be more amicable and willing to work alongside the other Dynasties. Many suspect that Anne is a direct descendant to the founder of the family, a venerated commander within the Solar Auxilia during the time of The Great Crusade, though no proof has been found as of yet. Anne is bonded to one of the Twins, "Blanc Épée" her sister Yvonne pilots "Arqalod Épée"

(Also,, henlo @rowscara have some folks, bois and gals. I will try and find the ones talking bout the Knights and ping you)

22 notes • Posted 2021-09-15 17:41:14 GMT

#3

Ghosts in the Machine Spirit

(Tagging @rowscara because muahahaha)

A gripping numbness encased Ostia's body, soaked through her clothes and bodysuit beneath, like hoarfrost clinging to diaglass panes. Groggy unfocused eyes gazed somewhere and nowhere at once, as her mind was slowly coming back to the present.

Where was she? Her bloodshot weary eyes slowly moved, taking in the dreary grayscale place she found herself in. Nothing. Just an infinite emptiness that went into forever, save for the ankle deep icy water the reflected the inky blackness. So cold and tired was Ostia that she barely registered the water soaked into her hair and clothes, but stiffly did she sit up.

"This,,, is a dream? It is,, different." Ostia's throat felt like she swallowed coarse sand paper and cotton wads, clogged up and hoarse. Coughing to try and clear her throat, the Scion looks around once more to try and find something to help snap herself back to reality.

[Tia]

Ostia felt her heart skip a few beats, flailing as she tries to get up on her feet in a scrambling mess of soaked clothes and clawing hands. Whipping her head about, eyes wide as for the briefest moment could have heard her sister's voice. "Wait,, wha, how. No, its a dream, quiet yo-" but her voice catches in her mouth, as Ostia catches a terrifying vision only some meters away.

Lucelle. Her elder sister, who she has not seen in oh so long, clad in her favorite dress she had gotten at the fair. Though,, she appeared like a phantom of pale eerie lights, Ostia able to see through the woman at the darkness behind.

Either Ostia had been dosed with so much chems by some Imperial Medic, Warden truly playing a cruel trick on her sleeping mind, or a combination of the two.

[Oh sister, truly it is a dark day indeed,, if you are afraid of me, Little Tia.]

"Stop. Stop,, talking in her voice. G-Get out of my head Warden!" Ostia clutched at her head, fingers clawing through her matted hair, shaking her head about to try and clear out what she was hearing. Scrunching her eyes closed tight, having some false hope that she would soon wake up inside the cockpit of Warden, and able to yank out every damned cable from the accursed Knight.

[You wear the Haldus colors well,, even though you were never destined for them.]

Ostia can feel tears creeping down her cheeks, the voice and tone of this apparition oh so natural sounding, why does Warden torment her so?

"Stop, stop, stop, Stop!"

[Ostia. Pull yourself together, or I will tell Jorick that it was you who stole those Median Cookies on Honor's Eve!]

Ostia froze suddenly, her eyes snapping open when this ghost uttered that threat. Slowly the Scion looked up and into the Lucelle shaped figure, her teary eyes looking up into those glaring eyes. That memory is only she could ever recall, oh so many years ago, Warden could not be able to see any significance in such a moment in their childhood.

"Lu? It's,, but, you died." the younger sibling rubbed her eyes with the heel of her palms, while the ghost softens her gaze at her sister, hands delicately crossed over her waist.

[I did. What I am,, is what remains of me. That night where Mother took me to the Thrones,, I did not wake up, my body and soul separated for too long. It consumed my very being. But not gone, thanks to you Tia.]

Ostia blinks slowly, trying to process all of this as Lu spoke, some small voice in her mind urging her to hug her Ghost Sister, but her fears of all of this being a fake were still quite real. "Because of me? But,, why did it take so long till now? Its been,, years, almost decades now! If you were here all along ho-"

[Tia, you could not hear me. So much grief and pain you bore for all this time, trying to distance yourself from Haldia and our family. Your heart and soul were closed,, except that one night.]

Ostia's mind flew back, the inky blackness around the duo morphing to show a memory. Blood and iron, steel and shrill screams, her body wracked by such pain that even the loss of her legs could not compare.

"You,, you were alive then? Locked in the Throne all this time?" Ostia can feel her legs giving out, fresh tears welling up once more as she feels her hands reach out instinctively for Lucelle. "Its been so long Lu, if I had known,, but then you stuck here is my fault?"

[What there was, yes. And I felt your pain, your anger,, and your hope. You thought of me, finding some strength in it,, and that helped me remain. It,, how to say, I stopped feeling lost and wayward. And I have tried for so long, to try and help you as you roamed and fought so many years. But these past few months, it has been so much easier, I am not sure what happened on that world,, but I Feel again.]

Lucelle reaches out with a hand and lightly flicks a finger against Ostia's forehead, giving a sharp sting to the teary eyed younger sister. Ostia flinching with a little yelp, rubbing her head where the sudden pain erupted from.

[ And Lu dear,, you are not to blame. I am still here thanks to you, and I can keep looking out for my brash little sister. Well, you are not so little anymore, now are you?]

Lucelle pulls Ostia in, and by the Emperor she is tangible, a tender warmth finally creeping into Ostia's body as her older sister embraces her, melting away this dreadful numbness. Those threatening tears now spill with earnest now while Ostia hugs her sister for the first time in what felt like an eternity, crying into Lucelle's shoulder.

"I'm sorry Lu, I'm sorry,,"

[Shhh Tia, I do not blame you. I, I know about Mother. I cannot fault your fury and pain, and my heart too soft for such things as war and combat. But now,, I will help protect my little Sister. I am not leaving you ever again.]

Ostia nods quietly, having dreaded on many restless night what Lu would have thought or said to her if she were to find out about the death of their Mother and exile from Haldia. Yet Ostia now felt more determined than before, that Warden would not be the tomb of her sister or herself. It will be a beacon, to spite the pain and fury, to prosper.

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22 notes • Posted 2021-11-16 21:07:02 GMT

#2

Some more world building with the world of Karseille, now that we have a bit of basic backstory and dramatis persona, we move onto,,,

~Fashion~

And got promptly stuck, as I didn't know what kind of time period I wanted them to be in. Very unlikely to be highly influenced by the Nobilis families from major Imperial Worlds or such, with the whole,, body-suit+furs deal, or dressing like you are at a Military Parade from the Colonial Era.

Then brain finally got back into gear and had a few options. Then dumbed down further,, and found it.

Roaring 20's!

(or well, the period from 1900-1930, which included the Roaring 20's but you get what I mean.)

While the younger more avant-garde / modern Karseillais may wear clothes more linked to the 20's and the like;

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25 notes • Posted 2021-09-24 11:50:20 GMT

#1

[I will prepare a book] Tez'sara read through the reports she had gotten in from Kraken, not liking at all what her friend had found and witnessed within the Dreaming City. She should be overjoyed to see the return of Mara Sov, but the implications about Osiris and the Witch Queen,,,

[which is a map to a weapon] The Elementalist pushed aside the papers and datapads, rubbing the bridge of her nose with gloved fingers. Horus, her ever vigilant Ghost slowly floats over from the other side of the office space, having kept himself busy with indexing some of the older Vex reports. His golden frame shifted and clicked as he hovers by his Guardian's shoulder. "Hey,,"

[and my vanquishers, will read that book.] "Hey.." Tez spoke wearily, opening her amber gold eyes to look over at her oldest friend she has had. "We can do this. Together. We have allies and friends, you are not alone." The Awoken chuckles with a shake of her head when Horus spoke again.

"I know Horus, I know,,, but this is not like with Oryx, or Crota or any of the other Hive Pantheon. This one is cunning, terrifyingly so, she has manipulated and schemed on such a level no one can see they are caught in her strings til she allows it." [and they will take up my weapon, and use it]

"I haven't said this will be easy Tez, it never has been when we have gone against the Hive. The Broods, the Nests, the Moon, the Dreadnought. They all have tested the Guardians to their limits and then some. But we are ready for whatever that Witch has cooked up." [and armed thus with my past, and my future, and my present]

Tez sighs lightly as she leans back into her seat, letting her head droop back to gaze up at the arched ceiling, the intricate embroidery and filigree crossing across the deep azure fabrics, moonlight peeking through the half closed windows. Tez's eyes glances over to the barely hidden coffer, atop the furthest cabinet, cloaked in shadows and dust, hidden by the fabrics and ornaments.

[they will become me.]

"I hope we are ready Horus,, I hope we are." The Awoken closes her eyes again, resting a forearm across her temple, putting a little pressure on the headache when it appears again, knowing it would come, like an old friend.

[thus I will live forever.]

26 notes • Posted 2021-08-25 11:53:50 GMT

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Stemming the Tide

writing has been like pulling teeth lately but i managed this little drabble inspired by @smalldrops super gorgeous mermaid art! i went a little off the rails with the plot/tension, but i hope you like it anyhow :P

warnings: fear, capture, mention of starvation, mention of illness, threat of eating people, sad patton hours, everything turns out fine i promise

- Patton had only been looking for a place to rest for the night when he spotted the light. Blue and glowing, a beacon in the dark. 

It was deep waters, the type that he would have avoided if he hadn’t been so desperate to travel quickly. He was risking a lot, down where more vicious predators lurked, but the journey had gone so smoothly, and he was close to finally being home... he’d simply let his guard down. 

It was a mistake to approach the light, one that he didn’t realize until he saw the shadow of something huge move in the water, so large it created small currents with every motion. 

In the next moment, he was swept up in a flurry of bubbles, something cool and leathery wrapping around him and pinning his arms and his satchel to his sides. He caught a glimpse of sharp nails as the light bobbed and swayed above him, and he abruptly realized that it was a giant hand that had grabbed him.  

He couldn’t help but yelp as he was dragged forward, and in the next moment he was feet away from a face large enough to match the hand. A giant mer, Patton realized as he wriggled, tail lashing in panic. The fingers around him only tightened, making him wheeze. In front of him, the mer’s bait light drifted lower, illuminating the both of them. 

The mer was inspecting him with narrowed glowing eyes, bioluminescent freckles to match scattered across his indigo skin. The edges of him seemed to blur into the dark waters around them, but Patton was sure he could see a few serrated fangs poking out past his lips. 

Another hand appeared, webbed fingers carefully brushing over Patton’s shoulders and head as though he couldn’t quite see what he held in his grasp. The smaller mer flinched away automatically, watching those sharp claws as his gills fluttered with the effort of regaining his breath. 

In front of him, the giant mer frowned slightly, ear fins twitching down, and then let out a sigh that ruffled Patton’s hair.  

“You’ll do, I suppose,” he muttered, and began to lift him to his lips, which were parting to display rows of sharp teeth. 

Patton felt a chill run down his spine, and all his frills flared out in alarm. “Wait, wait wait wait wait!”

The mer stilled, and then sighed, pulling his hand back to inspect him once more. “What is it that you have to say, then?” 

Patton blinks, surprised that his calls had actually worked. “Um… Please don’t eat me?” he tried, tail fin twitching nervously. 

The mer pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand, brow crinkling, and took a deep breath. “Look here, and see if you don’t understand.” 

He moved his arm back further, and Patton caught sight of his chest, where his skin stretched taut over his ribs, looking near starved. Below that, the mer’s long and winding tail was half-buried beneath a cascade of heavy rocks and silt. The rocky reefs up above were often unstable, so an avalanche was far from impossible. What was more astonishing was the fact that the mer was still so composed, stuck down here for who knew how long.

“There you have it,” the mer said dryly. “Believe me, I would rather avoid eating anything that can plead for mercy, but unfortunately that is not an option right now. I have to eat, or else I will die. Please do not take it personally.” 

He started to lift his hand again, and Patton patted it (heh) hurriedly to get him to stop. “Hang on, there must be another way! See, I need to get this medicine to Roman-- he’s my best friend and he’s terribly sick-- and I traveled through what feels like the whole ocean to get it, I can’t stop now!” He wiggled the arm closest to his satchel in emphasis.

“I don’t see how that’s particularly relevant to me, since I do not know or care for your friend. Regardless, I don’t see any alternative, and I sincerely doubt that you see one.” 

Patton bit his lip. “Look, I think we got off on the wrong fin. I’m Patton! What’s your name?”

“There is no point in exchanging--,” the mer cut himself off at Patton’s pleading stare, sighing through his nose. “You may call me Logan, but pleasantries don’t change the facts of this situation.” 

“Right, of course.” Patton nodded agreeably, forcing himself to relax his shoulders and stop his tail’s panicked swishing. In response, the hand around him eased it’s grip slightly, and Patton took a grateful deep breath. He had to stay calm. His new acquaintance wanted to eat him, yes, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t work something out!

“Well, Logan…,” he thought hard for a moment, and then brightened. “What if I got something else for you to eat? I could even hunt for you until you get your strength back! On the other hand, if you, um, ate me, then you’d still be stuck all alone down here without knowing if you’ll get any help…” 

He could see the other mer take a moment to consider it, fins twitching in thought, before he shook his head slightly. Patton’s heart sank.

“You have a point, however, those odds are all reliant on your participation. If I release you and you don't return at all, I will be left with nothing. If I…,” Logan shifted uncomfortably, “don’t release you, I will at least live a little longer, and perhaps gain the energy to free myself.” 

“I’m not going to leave you here to starve!” Patton immediately replied, frowning at the thought. 

Logan shook his head, grip closing in around Patton again, firmer this time. “I simply can’t be sure of that. You want to survive as badly as I do. You would say anything to be free of me.” 

“I… I don’t have anything to prove it but my word, though,” Patton said, voice growing smaller as panic filled his lungs. He thought about Roman, acres away, growing sicker and sicker as he waited for Patton to return. The other mer would die thinking Patton had abandoned him. He felt like sobbing, and forced himself to speak through the lump in his throat. “Logan, please, I promise I’ll come back.”

Logan turned his face away, avoiding eye contact, and Patton’s frills flattened against the sides of his head despondently. He… he really wasn’t going to get out of this one, was he? 

Rough cloth pressed into his side uncomfortably, and he jerked his head up, struck with an idea. “Oh! Logan!” 

The large mer’s glowing eyes locked back onto him, surprise flitting across his features. 

“The bag-- My bag! Can you just,” he wriggled his shoulders a little, and Logan obligingly loosened his grip enough for Patton to work his arms out, “thank you!” 

With slightly shaky hands, he pulled the strap of his satchel over his head, tugging the precious bag up into his arms and forcing himself to hold it out. “Here. If you manage to escape, then, after you-- after I’m gone, can you, um... Please, can you take this to Roman?” 

He leaned forward, pushing it towards Logan pleadingly. “He doesn't have anyone else, and if he doesn't get it--,” his voice cracked painfully, and he had to pause to collect himself, swallowing thickly.

Logan reached out with his other hand, delicately pinching the strap between two claws and letting the bag settle in his palm. Patton slumped against the hand around him, relieved and desolate in equal measures. 

“Th-- Thank you. Thank you, Logan.” He felt his heart beating rapidly in his chest, knowing what it meant, that Logan had agreed. 

Hopefully, the giant mer would be able to get free. Patton truly believed that Logan would hold up his end of the deal. He was going to die here, but… at least Roman might live. That was better than nothing, right? 

He closed his eyes tightly, waiting for what he knew would happen next. The hand around him moved, lifting him through the water, and… loosened? 

Patton opened his eyes, surprised, and his fins fluttered to keep him upright as the hand fell away entirely. A primal part of his mind screeched for him to bolt, but his curiosity and the knowledge that he needed that medicine kept him treading water in place.

“Fine,” Logan said, rubbing at his temple as though he had a headache. “Fine! We’ll try it your way.” 

Patton blinked, once, twice. Then-- “Really?!”

“Yes, really,” Logan grumped, settling back against the seafloor. “But I am keeping your medicine as collateral, so don’t even contemplate betraying me.”

Patton flipped and twisted a couple of times in the water, too ecstatic to keep still. “I don’t know what collateral means, but I would never leave a r-eel-y good friend like you behind!”

 “Keep up those atrocious puns and I’ll be the one going back on my word,” Logan replied in a monotone, expression flat. Patton muffled a laugh, not threatened in the least, and Logan rolled his eyes. “Proceed with your hunting, already.”

“Okay! Be back soon!” 

“...Okay.”