#(as everything unfolds and against me! are pretty good about that I've noticed)

[practically-an-x-man]

i think the only reason i use spotify so much is that 1. i need transportable music for when I'm at classes or whatever and 2. it's so hard to find physical media for the bands i like

Harley Poe CDs are rare as hell and no vinyl

Aim and Ignite by Fun. was like 300 bucks on vinyl before it got re-released (i do have it now)

Counterfeit. has CDs I think but no vinyl

Amazing Devil doesn't have either as far as I know

I have one Ice Nine Kills vinyl but haven't seen much for their earlier albums

Our Last Night has some CDs but only of their original works (which are great but I love their covers too)

[blue-slxt]

The Game

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: So this was inspired by crazy, horny ramblings from discord. I just love my man and threesomes are pretty fun (even if they are a monster to actually write lol). All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Na'vi!Reader x Fem!Na'vi!OC

Warnings: Smut, P in V, Threesome, Oral (M and F receiving), Face Riding, Sapphic Kissing/Touching, Creampie

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Neteyam gets caught up in you and your friend's "game".

Everything about this whole situation was just so unusual. Neteyam couldn't believe he found himself in this scenario. It was so unlike him to get caught up. But he had been distracted. It was supposed to be another regular trip through the forest. But something was different tonight. He got careless; he got distracted. He smelled a scent he wasn't familiar with. As many times as he's walked through this forest, he knew it inside and out and he knew that whatever this scent was, it didn't belong here.

He hushed his own breath and lightened his footsteps as he moved closer to the unfamiliar smell. It was floral, but with a hint of some type of fruit that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Peeking through the bushes, he noticed your crouched form next to the river. Your back was turned towards him and it seemed you hadn't noticed him approaching you.

He almost called out to you, but when he saw your face, his voice was lost to him. To say he thought you were beautiful was an understatement. Your features were soft and round, but there was a hardened edge to your expression. Clearly a gentle and nurturing soul, but a heart made of steel and no fear.

That's where he fucked up. He got so lost in his musings about you that he let his guard down and didn't notice the second presence coming up behind him until a strong hand grabbed ahold of his kuru and a cool blade was pressed against his throat.

"Move slowly..." the second voice speaks lowly to him.

She stands to her feet and brings Neteyam with her and moves both of them through the bushes into the clearing. "Who did you find this time, Ìze?" you say brushing your braids out of your face.

With a sly grin, she walks him closer to you, "We got a big catch this time. None other than the prince of the Omatikaya himself."

"What is this?" Neteyam asks, trying to piece together the unfolding situation.

"Why don't you tell us? You were the one watching me, weren't you?" you say walking up to him and trailing your fingers over his broad chest.

His ears pin themselves to his head feeling embarrassed at being caught and called out. "Fine. So what do you want?"

Ìze chuckles behind him, "Same thing that you want, pretty boy." Her hand on his kuru eases its grip and starts to lightly stroke the base making Neteyam's breath grow heavy.

"It's okay, Nete~..." you say his name with a sweet tease. "We just want to play with you a little bit..."

"How do you know my name?" he asks, trying to not let the quiver in his voice show.

"Oh, you are famous even among other clans, Mr. future olo'eyktan." Ìze answers finally lowering her knife from his throat. And yet, Neteyam still makes no attempt to escape.

"I've been dying to find out if the Omatikaya prince tastes as good as he looks", you continue letting your fingers dance along the waist of his tewng.

Ìze slowly circles around to his front letting his kuru slide sensually through her hand before letting it fall. Now that Neteyam could clearly see her face, he could see that she was beautiful too, but in an entirely different way. Where your beauty radiated nurturing warmth and hidden power, Ìze was beautiful in an intimidating way. She was clearly the hunter type and everything from her posture to her voice commanded respect.

"So take your pick, Nete~" Ìze teases the nickname.

Neteyam tries desperately to quickly rework his malfunctioning brain to come up with some kind of a response. But any words that come to mind, die in his throat before they ever make it to his lips. His eyes just flicker back and forth between the two of you trying to make sense of at least some part of this.

"What's the matter?" you ask, stepping closer and running your hand along his perfectly chiseled jaw. "Yerik got your tongue?"

Neteyam's not sure why he did what he did next. Maybe it was how sweet you smelled or the shiver he felt all the way down to his tail when you touched him. Regardless of why, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you in close against him.

Your eyes go wide with excitement and a devilish grin plasters itself on your face. Ìze's expression mimics your own at the unfolding situation in front of you both. You're not quite done having your fun yet, though. You lift up on your toes and press light kisses to his cheeks, his nose, the corners of his mouth, his chin, everywhere except where he really wants you. When his patience runs thin, Neteyam uses two fingers to hold your chin and keep you in place so that he can properly place a firm kiss on your lips. 

His lips are in perfect sync moving against yours, but before you can fully comprehend anything, his tongue is swiping at your lower lip begging to be let in. You eagerly grant him entrance just as you feel another set of hands wrap around you and cup your breasts. Neteyam’s tongue dances with yours where he clearly sets the tone and takes the lead and you’re more than happy to submit to him. You sigh into the kiss feeling Ìze give your earlobe a playful nip. You finally pull back from the kiss leaving a thin string of saliva connecting your lips together. 

“My turn” Ìze says still groping at your body that was thoroughly trapped between the two of them. 

She leans in over your shoulder pressing her lips to Neteyam’s and the kiss is a fierce battle of wills between the two of them. Their tongues fight for dominance as you let your hands trail lower down his toned body and you feel the outline of his dick through his tewng. Feeling how big and stiff he is right now has your breath growing heavy with anticipation. Your eagerness clearly overtakes you when your fingers get busy untying his loincloth. 

When they finally break their kiss, both of their chests are heaving for air. Neteyam locks eyes with you and his blown pupils and half lidded eyes match your own. He lets you continue on your mission to rid him of the offensive cloth until it falls while he licks and nips at your neck. He breathes in deep, heady breaths of your intoxicating scent and you make no attempt to stop him from scenting you. Ìze says in your ear, “looks like the prince has taken a liking to you” with a giggle in her voice. 

“It would seem so. I’ll take the first round and then we’ll switch?” you suggest with a slight moan escaping when his tongue glides just below your ear. 

“Sounds good to me.”

Neteyam is so lost in leaving little marks on your otherwise perfect skin that he doesn’t even hear the two of you scheming. It’s not until you push him away by his chest that he finally breaks out of his trance. Neteyam focuses on the two pairs of eyes trained on him. More specifically, on his thick cock standing tall and proud in front of him. 

“Lay down” Ìze instructs. 

His ears twitch back and forth signaling that he heard her, but his tail sways in hesitation. 

“Relax, your highness. Let us take care of everything.” you say tail practically thrashing behind you with excitement.

Neteyam feels like he’s having an out of body experience, watching himself follow your instructions as he lays down on the soft, glowy moss.

He watches on in curiosity and amazement when you and Ìze strip off your own tewngs in front of him leaving the three of you bare together. You approach him from the bottom while Ìze walks around to the top of Neteyam’s head. Getting down on your hands and knees, you crawl over to him and settle yourself between his thighs that twitch and jump under the gentle caress of your fingertips. It feels like you could start drooling when you finally hold him in your hand. He’s so thick and heavy in your grasp, your fingers can just barely fit all the way around. 

Dragging the flat of your tongue up his length, you can see Neteyam’s abs tremble with the shuddering breath he releases. Your tongue travels up his whole length and then you take his tip into your mouth. Beads of tangy precum coat your tongue and you hum around him in satisfaction at the flavor. 

The beads in his braids clink together as Neteyam’s head falls back to the ground. When he looks up, Ìze is crouched over him grinning like a devil at him. 

“Ah ah ah, eyes forward, pretty boy.” She says, grabbing his face and pointing his eyes back at you. You hold searing eye contact with him while you slide him all the way into your mouth, making small gagging sounds when he brushes the back of your tongue. 

“She’s doing such a good job for you, isn’t she? Doesn’t she just look so gorgeous swallowing your cock?” 

If your lips weren’t currently occupied, they would be tugging into a smirk watching the prince’s composure crumble. Ìze always loved taking the lead in these situations. Meanwhile, you were more of a pleaser. Nothing compared to the rush you felt when you would watch a strong warrior or proficient hunter melt under you. 

Neteyam finally can’t hold your gaze any more when you shoot a wink his way. It’s more than he can handle. His eyes squeeze close while you continue to bob your head up and down on his length. Ìze takes the opportunity to turn his face back to her and capture his lips in another heated kiss. 

Neteyam moans into her mouth when you hollow out your cheeks and he swallows the small chuckles she lets out. 

When you and Ìze lock eyes, a silent understanding is shared between you. You pull off of Neteyam with an audible ‘pop’ and Ìze pulls back from their kiss and Neteyam is left with his head still spinning figuring out what’s happening. 

“Time to see if the prince lives up to his reputation. What do you think?” Ìze teases.

“Oh, I’m sure that he won’t disappoint us” you muse, stalking closer to him and stealing a quick kiss. His lips try to chase after you when you pull away. He watches you intensely when you straddle his hips and hover right above when he really wants you to be. His hips buck beneath you trying to chase your heat. Every time he comes close, you lift your hips a little higher, keeping him from fully getting what he wants out of you just yet. He lets out a low growl of frustration, but it only amuses the two of you. 

“Now, now, don’t be such a tease. I think we’ve made him wait long enough, don’t you?”, Ìze purrs walking behind you and placing her hands on your hips.You let her help guide you to finally sit down on Neteyam’s stiff cock. The stretch is even better than you imagined. 

“Mmf!”

Every curve and ridge seems to fit perfectly inside of you. Neteyam can’t help but watch you sit down on it and watching the way his jaw falls to his chest is the exact sight that you love to see every time. 

You move your hips up and down at a steady pace, coaxing small groans of pleasure from the man under you. Ìze takes her hands off you and makes her way to Neteyam’s face.

“Don’t forget about me just yet, prince.”

She uses two fingers on Neteyam’s forehead to gently push his head down for her to straddle his face. Neteyam wastes no time having his fill of her. 

“Ahh…”

Both of you roll your hips in perfect time with each other on top of him. Your walls clench and hug around his thick cock while Ìze covers his face in her slick that he’s steadily lapping at. 

“Ahn~! Nete!” you cry out when his hips snap up to meet yours. One of his hands holds on to your hip for more leverage to rut up into you. His other hand holds Ìze in place for his tongue to reach all the right spots. 

“Haah…ah, right there!” she croons. 

“Ìze…” you breathe out, reaching your hand towards her. A smirk crosses her lips already knowing what you wanted. She leans forward towards you and uses her fingers under your chin to tilt your face up to hers and press her lips to yours. Her tongue invades your mouth, muffling the sweet moans you make from every buck of Neteyam’s hips. 

The night air is filled with the various sounds of wet skin slapping against skin and muffled sounds of pleasure from all three of you. 

Your head is swirling with all the stimulation that almost borders on being too much. The smell of arousal thick in your noose, Neteyam’s tip knocking against your cervix, and Ìze playfully licking into your mouth has you quickly approaching your peak. 

You finally break the kiss to catch your breath and notice Ìze’s glazed over eyes. It’s a look you’re all too familiar with from having done this so many times. It’s the look she gets when she’s close. She pants against your lips; the two of you practically sharing the breath. Below her, Neteyam attaches his lips around her clit and sucks on it lightly sending shock waves through her body. Her normally hardened, confident expression has melted away into something needy and wanting. Thankfully, you knew exactly what she needed. 

Your hand reaches around the back of her head and grabs ahold of her kuru. Gently stroking the base of it, you lightly purr to her “let go for us, Ìze”. 

As if you had directly spoken to oher core, her hips twitch and her thighs shake with her release that coats Neteyam’s face and runs down the sides of his mouth. Her pussy desperately clenches around nothing as she continues to ride out her high until she can come down.

Watching her like this always riled you up more. Made you go harder, faster, deeper. It was beautiful to watch every time. She was beautiful. 

Her body relaxes and she drops her full weight down. Neteyam lightly taps her thigh to signal to her that he finally needs to come up for a breath and she climbs off of his face. 

“Have fun~” she says with a slightly tired lilt to her voice, leaving the two of you to finish. 

In one fluid motion, Neteyam sits up and lays you on your back on the ground. He throws your legs over his shoulders and ruts into you with more force than before. Lightning flashes through your body. Without even realizing it, your tail coils around his bicep in a subconscious attempt to help keep your mind grounded. 

“Ah! Mm! Haah…Nete!” 

“Cum for me, tanhì” he quietly commands you, knowing that he’s probably just as close as you are. 

Your toes curl and your nails dig into his skin when your release rips through you.Your walls vice grip around him and Neteyam can’t hold back anymore. His hips stutter and lose their previously steady pace as thick ropes of white spill into you making warmth spread in your lower belly. 

His lips crash into yours, still fresh with the taste of Ìze on them. It’s disorienting and addicting in the way it seems to drag out your high and make you see stars. When he breaks the kiss, you’re both trying to catch your breath. 

“So?” Ìze inquires from somewhere behind you.

A smile spreads on your lips and you simply respond, “I told you he wouldn’t disappoint us”.

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Winter 2024 Anime Overview: Dungeon Meshi (Delicious in Dungeon)

Premise: Laios is the leader of an adventuring party, and his sister, Falin, got eaten by a dragon while sacrificing herself to save the team. Fortunately, in the dungeon they were exploring, people can be resurrected with magic. Unfortunately, if the dragon fully digests Falin, they probably can’t resurrect her. They have no time to resupply and must traverse many levels of the dungeon filled with monsters to find the dragon. Laios declares that since they can’t get food, they’ll eat the monsters in the dungeon instead-- and as a huge monster fanatic. he's unsettlingly excited about this. He’s accompanied by elf mage Marcille and hafling rogue Chilchuck in his quest, who are much more reluctant about monster-eating. They run into a dwarf, Senshi, who is an expert at cooking monsters, and the delicious race against time to save Falin begins!

...Oh what the hell, I'll say it. FINALLY, some good fucking food.

Memes aside, I love this story so much that writing a review of Delicious in Dungeon/Dungeon Meshi is daunting, because I really want to get across how great it is. But are there enough words in the English language to convey this? We can only try.

Dungeon Meshi combines cooking and adventure animanga expertly, humorously treating eating monsters with the complexity of actual recipes (and indeed, the recipes for the monsters are based off real life recipes). You can experience the warmth and contentment of sharing a meal and enjoy the way the story goes in depth about the biology of the monsters and ecology of classic RPG style dungeon. But at the same time these characters are on a classic fantasy quest and there’s lot’s of excitement as they work together overcome monsters, obstacles and their own weaknesses to save Falin.

The first thing that stands out about Dungeon Meshi is that it’s immediately entertaining and funny. A lot of humor is mined out of Marcille’s complete disgust at eating monsters (and Chilchuck’s more measured reluctance) contrasted with Laios and Senshi’s bizarre enthusiasm for it. The face game of the series is on point, especially Marcille’s.

The characters play off each other very well, have a hilarious dynamic and tons of quirks. They're immediately lovable. They're eccentric weirdos who push each other's buttons, misfits who just happen to fit together, and that's always the best.

I've seen some first time anime viewers complained about that how the early episodes are supposed to be race to save Falin, but there isn't much urgency as the characters have adventures and meals on the way. I can see that as a criticism (though it didn’t stick out to me much in the manga) but this is because we’re mostly seeing them in between the times they’re traveling, when they need downtime and mealtime. The fact that people should never neglect eating and rest if they want to succeed is a pretty important message of the show. You’ve got to let the series cook (forgive the pun). As it goes on, the urgency and tension increases ramps way up. the plot truly takes form and we see a lot of the world building from early parts pay off.

Phenomenal, intricate worldbuilding is the next big thing that stands out about Dunmeshi. Any viewers paying attention will notice it pretty quickly. Ryoko Kui doesn’t dump her complex world or her character’s detailed backstories on the viewer all at once, instead she lets it unfold bit by bit, so the viewer/reader can watch the world expand as the journey goes on, as if we are truly living this world and exploring it along with the characters.

 Everything is carefully thought out, from the structure of the societies, the cultural nuances and physiology of the different magical races, the conflicts between said races and the ways they integrate, the ecosystem and the different monsters and how they function…I could go on forever. And best of all, Dunmeshi's worldbuilding is never to the detriment of it’s incredibly rich story and characters, all of which are also developed wonderfully.

After all, Dugeon Meshi isn’t simply a story about making food and eating monsters—it’s about the ways we consume and ARE consumed, it’s about the endless cycle of life and death and the pain of struggling against that cycle. It’s about the endless hunger that drives us all and the ways we try to fill ourselves up. It’s about the ways we can find both solace and terror in the monstrous, about our struggle to accept not just monsters, but anyone who's different from us. It’s not just about natural ecosystems, but social and societal ecosystems and the ways they both hurt and help us. It’s about all the things that make good meal, one that can draw people together and help us find essential humanity that connects us.

These strong themes are all expressed through the world and the journeys of the characters. And god, do I love these characters.

Even from the start, the characters overturn RPG/fantasy archetypes. (We have an elf who’s not that into nature and dwarf who LOVES nature and doesn’t like blacksmithing)… but the most special thing about these characters is how they deepen, becoming more and more complex and fascinating as the series unfolds. None of them are quite who you think they are while also being exactly how they appear.

Marcille is one of my favorite characters in anything ever. She’s just an absolute disaster, while also being terrifyingly powerful. She’s a magic honors student who buried herself in theory but doesn’t have a lot of experience with the real world and gets upset it doesn’t work like school (I feel that). Her pride and generally high strung nature can lead to blunders that make her very funny to watch. She’s a total nerd in a way that’s so relatable, she has intelligence in spades, but not a lot of wisdom.

 But on the other hand, she’s an aching wounded soul who’s struggling under the surface, dealing with grief and loss constantly. She's obsessed with control in a world that uncontrollable. She’s incredibly driven and unnervingly dedicated to her goals. She’s also scarily devoted to the people she loves and will cross any moral line, break any taboo, and cover herself in blood and sin to save them. She refuses to let silly things like “laws” and “rules” stifle her research or get in her way .And while she's a neat freak who's grossed out by monsters, she's the first person to dive into the blood and guts and horror when shit gets real.

The contrast between her being a sweet, silly, dorky lovable nerd who flails around and being a powerful badass who has complex motivations, an intricate arc, and sometimes questionable morals is so great. Get you a girl who can do both. She's basically everything I love in a character.

Marcille’s love for Falin and infinite devotion is also key to the story, and it’s so refreshing to see a well-written relationship between women be so central to a fantasy anime like this. And yes, by love for Falin, I mean in a gay way. It’s not technically canon (Dunmeshi is not into confirming romantic relationships for any of it’s characters really) but it’s hard to interpret their relationship as anything else, and honestly it’s one of the best wlw ships I’ve seen in a while. It’s got everything, the softness, the sweet and sensual intimacy, the angst, the tragedy, the raw unbearable yearning, tearing the world apart and defying even the laws of nature for her, crawling through hell and soaking your hands in blood and not letting anything get in your way...yeah, it’s good.

While Marcille is my #1, all the characters in this story are fantastic and I love them all. They all have incredible depth and similarly complex backstories and arcs, and are all fun to watch. For instance, Laios may look like generic human fighter but he’s just the weirdest dude, a wonderfully unhinged man who absolutely has a monstersona. But then we also discover he's someone who struggles socially in a way that many neurodivergent people can relate to, who had a troubled childhood, who grapples with survivor’s guilt, and who, like Marcille, would do anything for his sister and the people he cares about. Chilchuck and Senshi and Falin and all the others the same, really interesting characters who deepen and grow. Everyone's relationships also develop wonderfully.

And on top of all that, it's a show with really well-realized and well-written female characters…who even have diverse body types! We have stocky dwarf ladies with muscles! Huge orc and oni women! They’re allowed to be messy and complicated, badass and vulnerable, and that’s definitely a part of my affection for the series. (and famously, most of the fanservice of the series is focused on Senshi’s endless pant shots (loincloth, if we’re being specific)) and while there are moments with the female characters that make me fan myself, it’s not the obnoxious anime unsexy bullshit way that treats women like objects.

And specifically for the anime, Trigger is doing great work with it. There’s so much cool and vivid animation. There are some small moments from the manga that I really miss and wish they had kept, but it’s been a largely faithful adaptation that understands what makes the story great, and I can’t ask for much more. The English simuldub is also genuinely good with all of the VA’s turning in great performances (and Prozd plays Senshi!)

Dungeon Meshi is honestly one to the best stories in recent years, and it’s easy to let it take over your brain. So come along with me and enjoy the funny jokes, the splendid storytelling, the endearing and endlessly fascinating characters and the delectable world. You don’t want to miss out on this delicious meal.

[coffeeghoulie]

PLEASE GIVE US DRAG TALK CONTENT

I’m going to post the ten pictures tumblr will allow and then go on a huge ramble under a read more bc goddamn i think this was the best weekend of my life.

Also, fuck tumblr bc I had this whole thing written out (on my phone, nonetheless) and it went poof up in smoke gone. Motherfucker.

I wore jutty’s own shirt to the first night bc I thought I was being funny. He walked past me and a few of my friends after the show, one of whom, Celine, runs the dt discord, and had gift bags for everyone in the band with trinkets from people who made things, myself included. She caught his attention and gave him the bags to distribute, and I was just shaking bc holy shit he just brushed past me in a crowded lounge and my hands were starting to shake (I was surprisingly okay during the show) I got his attention and gave him the bracelet I made for him that said "jutty taylor cyber bully" and he lit up when he I gave it to him and he smiled so fucking big when he noticed what shirt I was wearing.

He told me that he was happy the shirts were "getting new lives" but it still pained him to part with them lmao. I thanked him and explained that it was a "birthday gift" for myself; he did the fundraiser on my actual birthday. As soon as I said that, he pulled me into a side hug and I hit Celine with the biggest "deer in headlights about to be run over please send help" panicked expression lmao. He then proceeded to use my shoulder as an arm rest while he talked with Celine. I normally have an issue with people doing that to me, but I've said "anything for you, mr taylor" and I fucking mean it

I got a picture with him later and bc we were out of the cramped, loud bar, I was able to apologize about rambling in his twitter dms about losing my contact lenses and freaking out over the shirt potentially being lost. I did also get to tell him my name (he knows my legal name for shipping purposes) and told him that I didn't tell him that it was Dot earlier bc my parents and I share a po box and they don't know who Dot is. He turned to me and looked me in the eye and told me that he was very glad the shirt got to me.

When we took the picture, I swear to god, I could feel his stubble against my forehead where he leaned his head against mine and part of me will be on that street corner forever tbh. It's my phone lockscreen and I usually don't like looking at myself but holy fuck its proof it happened

I watched him smoke after the show both nights and ohhhhhhhhhh my god. It is now proven that I can in fact Behave In Public. It was an Ordeal. (you can't blame me, he threw his head back to blow smoke and furrowed his brow in concentration when he lit up. YOU CANT BLAME ME)

I did some touristy shit before the second show and impulsively bought jutty a novelty gift shop shirt to give to him afterwards. I watched him unfold it and just laugh when he saw the design. He thanked me up and down bc he actually needed a shirt and immediately left the group of people waiting to talk to him to put it somewhere he wouldn't lose it.

I am being dead fucking serious rn. I'm pretty much only on tumblr and discord. If a picture of jutty in a dark blue shirt with dinosaur skeletons on it surfaces somewhere online. DO NOT FUCKING TELL OR SHOW ME. I WILL ACTUALLY PHYSICALLY PASS AWAY. I GENUINELY MEAN IT.

Jutty was so nice and gave me a real hug after the second show when my uber was pulling up and I asked kind of quietly for one. He thanked me for coming pretty much in my ear and I just as politely and quickly as I could shoved my face into his collar and took a deep fucking breath and thanked him for everything. (i was also a lil distraught it was over and genuinely needed the hug tbh. i cried in the uber bc i was upset and also bc I was afraid I was being pushy again but I think I was just exhausted, if he didn't want to give me a hug he wouldn't have)

I cannot. CANNOT. even begin to explain how good jutty smells. He smells so fucking good. I think the dt twitter has said what cologne he uses, but once I assess the damage I just did to my bank account with this trip, I will be buying it.

I was able to give Hayden his bracelet after the first show, and he was super sweet and super animated when he talks and he got a little closer to my level (I am v short and it was very loud in that bar). I gave him a condensed version of my airport hell and that this one show had been worth it all, never mind tomorrow's; he seemed surprised people would fly out somewhere they've never been just to see the band. (He was reminded by a friend of mine that Australians flew out for the LA show lmao) But Hayden was super nice and so smiley, I wish I could have watched him play more at the second show but the stage was so small that Ross and the bassist who filled in for Eliot (whose name I'm drawing a blank on rn sorry 😭) stood right in front of him. He put his bracelet on the moment I gave it to him and I stood there shaking like "he likes itttttttt." WAIT SHIT I FORGOT TO SEE IF HE PLAYED WITH SHOES ON OR NOT. FUCK.

The band hung out at a sports bar after the first show, so me and a couple people hung out with Neil and he's super nice and so funny and showed us a peek at the yeti taylor merch that just dropped. He also stuck his head into the Vietnamese place next to the second venue and went "oops wrong door" lol

I didn't get much of a chance to talk to Ross or Matty, but Matty helped me get merch and Ross gave me a high five at the second show. Next time, mark my words, I will have a conversation or two with them, they were both so sweet.

I'm really glad I got to meet everyone who came, too. I got to meet a bunch of people I'd been talking to for months online and we were fucking troopers in line, dealing with the fuckass weather. Worth every second spent in soaked shoes imo. But it was so much fun and I still have to unpack but I am cherishing every little trinket I got.

I was incredibly nervous about being in a city I'd never been to alone, but I would do this trip again in a fucking HEARTBEAT. (i also said something along the lines of "pspspsps mr taylor could you please consider Chicago for next time mayhaps??? 👀👀👀 So Dot doesn't have to deal with flight cancelations and layovers and delays and midnight arrival times????" and he threw his head back and laughed and told me that Chicago is his kind of city so 🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞🤞)

[itsvixx0]

Love Letters [Shuichi Saihara x Reader]

FIRST FANFIC I'VE EVER WRITTEN !!!! HVSAUADCHKCBK

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Finally.

Today was the day.

The day when you finally build up enough self-confidence in yourself to tell your crush your true feelings.

You and Shuichi had been friends ever since grade school. You two would do basically everything together. Every sleepover, every birthday party, he was always there by your side and you were always by his.

But recently.. you've started to develop strong feelings for him. Romantic feelings to be specific, and you had no idea what to do about it besides tell him.

It was the end of 4th period, and the halls were quickly filled up with everyone trying to get to their locker for the last class. You had spent some time in between periods to write a certain special note for a certain special someone.

You placed the note in your pocket as you started to shove in between people to get to [F/C]

After a few minutes of trying not to lose your balance through the crowd of students, you made it to your last lesson. You sat down at your usual spot and re-read your note one last time. You looked at Shuichi who was in the front of the class, taking notes and listening to everything the teacher was saying. He looked so pretty...his golden eyes, his navy blue hair...

After an hour, you finished your assignment for the day and turned it in. Luckily, it wasn't quite time to go yet. You still had...a good 15 minutes left of the day and everyone started to just goof around for a bit.

After a few seconds of hesitation, you let out a very deep sigh and walked over to the detective. He was reading a book when he noticed you in front of him.

"Oh hello, Y/N."

He gave you a small smile and put a bookmark inside of his novel before looking up at you.

You decide to not beat around the bush at all and try to get this confession over with as quick as possible. You pull out the note and shove it towards Shuichi's chest. He seems confused.

"Y/N? What...is this?"

He slowly unfolds the paper, but before he can actually read a full sentence, a boy too familiar appears behind him and snatches the note out of his hand.

"Oh? What's this?"

He roughly grabs the paper and runs away from the two of you.

"Kokichi! You asshole, give that back!"

You shout, running across the classroom, chasing him...If he reads that note, it's completely over for you.

"Nishishi! You gotta catch me first!~"

He giggles while opening the letter and reading it out loud for everyone to hear. The class turns their attention to the scene in front of them.

'Dear Shuichi, ever since middle school, I've been having romantic feelings for you! I just love your blue hair and the way that you're so incredibly kind to me! You're so perfect in every way. You never fail to make me smile, even when I'm sad. You give me one look and I melt. I have liked you forever and I'm so glad that I have the chance to talk to you as much as I do. I'm glad that you've been there for me ever since we were kids. I hope that you can return my feelings. Love, Y/N!'

. . .

You're absolutely frozen in place as Kokichi finishes his last words. The classroom got quiet and you could feel everyone's eyes on you. You look at Shuichi from across the classroom and he's just..staring at the supreme leader with a shocked expression, then he looks back at you. You snatch the note out of Kokichi's hands and throw it in the trash. You can feel tears start to form in your eyes and you run out of the room, crying. This was the most embarrassment you've ever felt in your entire life.

You slam the door to the classroom, not caring if a teacher heard or not, and you sit down against a wall, feeling ashamed.

'That damn jackass...'

After a few moments, you hear the door open. You don't even bother to see who it is.

"Y/N? Are you okay?"

A deep, soft voice spoke out to you, yet you buried your head in your knees.

"Yeah...just peachy..." You mumble.

Suddenly, you feel him sit next to you on the tiled floor. His shoulder touching yours.

"Y/N...was...all of that true?" He asks in a quiet tone.

You roll your eyes as you wipe your face with the sleeve of your (shirt/hoodie/etc.). "It doesn't matter..."

"What are you talking about? Of course, it matters...I just wish you would have said something sooner." Shuichi sighs. You could feel him hesitantly place his cold hand on top of yours.

"What do you...what do you mean?" You ask him.

"Look, what I'm trying to say is that...if that note really were your true feelings, then I think it's safe to say that I return them." The blue-haired boy smiled at you. It wasn't often that he did that, but this was a very heartfelt special occasion for him.

You look up at him, eyes all red and puffy from crying as he pulls you into a tight hug. After a few moments, he suddenly pulls away and plants a quick kiss on your lips. You can tell that he was very hesitant to do that and his red face made that even more evident.

"Thank you for...just for everything."

Shuichi smiles at you and hugs you once more, placing his chin on your shoulder.

"Oh and by the way, I talked to Kokichi and he said that he was sorry." He whispered.

You roll your eyes at the thought of him.

"He's probably lying, anyways..."

"When is he not?"

You two laugh and smile, looking into each others eyes.

You don't know whether to be thankful for his antics or absolutely despise him because of it.

All you know is that you're finally in love. And nothing can change that.

[shiggyscumrag]

Here, have this little Christmas special because i love you all <3

Walking through the door with a pretty light patrol Bakugou takes off his shoes and leaves his gloves at the door. Sighing he heads towards the kitchen when suddenly a note on the floor gets his attention. Bending down he picks it up, noticing its a folded envelope with a heart taping it together. Opening and unfolding the paper it creates a bigger heart with a letter on it. It reads:

"My Love, Katsuki,

I know work has been extremely stressful to your mind and body these past few weeks with the holidays rolling around, so I wanted to surprise you witha well earned gift. So Merry Christmas my love, how about you go to the kitchen and grab the snack I prepared you.

Your Dearest, Y/n"

Walking down the hall and into the kitchen he sees sugar cookies and a glass of milk waiting for him. As well as another note leaning against the glass. Picking it up and unfolding it he takes a bite out of one of the cookies and begins to read:

"My Dearest, Katsuki,

I'm sure you find this all to be a bit elaborate, maybe even a little ridiculous. However, I think you deserve it. Deserve to be spoiled that is. So, in order for that to happen you'll need to head to the laundry room after you finish your snack to find your next little surprise.

Your Love, Y/n

P.S. the cookies are low carb and the milk is the almond milk you like since you're on your strict work diet."

Letting out a small grunt he finishes the two other cookies and gulps down the milk. You really did know him a little to well. He loved it though. He never really thought he'd have the chance to learn and love everything about him like you've grown to do.

Making his way into the laundry room he finds a box rapped in a beautiful red wrapping paper with big bold letters that read "OPEN ME" in black sharpie. Complying he rips open the wrapping paper and takes of the lid. He finds another note with a heart on top of something wrapped in tissue paper. He opens the note first that read:

"My Beloved, Katsuki,

I see you're actually going along with my little surprise, and I can already tell you that it makes me extremely happy. I've been wanting to do something like this for months and it's been hard cause I wanted everything to be perfect for the most perfect guy. So as a last little happy why don't you wear this and meet me in our bedroom. I'll be waiting ♡

Your Heart, Y/n"

Putting the letter to the side he unwraps the tissue paper to find a new pair of boxers waiting for him. He finds another note on top that reads "P.S. they have already been washed and cleaned ready to be worn!" With little hearts doodled all over the paper. With a chuckle he decides to give into your little game and begins to strip to put on his new gift.

Putting his dirty clothes in the laundry hamper he makes his way across the hall and knocks on your shared bedroom door.

"May I come in?" He asks snarkly.

"Of course, as long as you've been a good boy this year." He hears you speak through the door. He can feel himself begin to get hard at your words, your sultry voice making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Opening the door slowly he sees you sitting on the edge of the bed in a sexy Santa outfit. A red silk dress fitted your body as white fur ran along the edges. Black silk gloves ran up your arms and stopped right above your elbows and a red Santa hat sat a top your head. Walking over to him he noticed you also had dark red lipstick on. He couldn't help the groan that slid past his lips ashe gripped your waist pulling you against his now hard cock. You were the first to speak up, a slight smirk on your face. Looking down and grabbing his cock your smirk deepens.

"It seems to me you've been quite a naughty boy."

Happy holidays everyone!!

[siriuslysatorusimping]

So, this is in response to your game lol.

I've been hooked from the beginning, I LOVE Rinko's attitude and sarcasm but I can say without a doubt that my favorite part in this series is Show Your Hand.

I love when a character is allowed to be angry, even if they know it's not fully rational, but they are angry anyways, and when they get to lash out a little because of it.

I loved the conversation that happened because of that anger, the acknowledgment of that anger and processing it.

But mostly I just love that the anger felt real and realistic. Everything from her not responding to the texts, to telling him very simply to 'leave' to the smashing of the glass, to the panic attack felt so real and I loved the way you wrote it. Especially the part where she was thinking that she just wanted to sleep and not have the conversation felt real.

You are an amazing writer and I'm so excited for more! 💖

AHHHHHH

Okay, I love this.

Because Show Your Hand became so much more than I originally intended, which I noted in the Author Discussion. But I fell in love with how it unfolded so easily.

I'm gonna rant a bit so yeah, below the cut lol

If you haven't already, you can read Another Level on AO3 :)

There are two ways Rinko's panic attack can be interpreted from a 'relationship' standpoint:

Gojo caused the panic attack because he pushed her and didn't respect her boundaries

Gojo was a safe enough person for her to break in front of, to be that vulnerable with, which allowed her to have the breakdown she needed to have.

The one I'm using is the second. His presence, while it was a lot for her and she was angry, provided a space that she knew, even if subconsciously, was safe for her to not be okay in.

And honestly? Beautiful.

And to your point about being allowed to be angry, yes. Anger and emotions are not rational or logical, even though they can be fed and influenced by logic and rationality. The distinction that Rinko is able to make between knowing she's justified and/or allowed to feel, while simultaneously being unable to work through those emotions properly so that they don't control her actions, is one of my favorite things lol

I love the quote I saw somewhere once: "Your feelings are valid but that doesn't mean your actions are." And that was kinda how Yuzuki viewed life, in my mind

I also loved writing the "You can yell at me after, I promise" because Gojo knew that calming her down wouldn't make her frustration or anger with him go away

ALSO NOTE: in every disagreement they've had so far, any time Rinko starts degrading herself in any way, Gojo gets angry and tells her to stop. Protective boi. Even against herself.

Let's also notice that he pretty much only ever calls her 'Rinko' when he's being serious or has something important to say. The "Rinko, why are you here?" in Silence Louder than Words is a good example. He was upset but not with her and he'd already clocked that she was respecting his space, so he used her given name 🥹 All lighthearted times he'll call her 'Rinko-chan,' 'Kurisaki-chan,' 'baby,' or 'sweetheart.' He typically only calls her 'Kurisaki' when he's angry or irritated with her.

Thank you again for your response!! I absolutely adore that Rinko's character has people who love her lil messy imperfection as much as I do

And thank you for your compliments 🥹💕 They make my validation-loving ass so very happy 😂

[hyunnows]

love, [Y/N] | jjk

► PAIRING: Jungkook x reader

► CONTENT/WARNINGS: angst, mentions of fluffy memories, mc death, lots of Jungkook tears, best friends!au, mentions of unrequited love

► WORD COUNT: 2k+

► RATING: pg13

► SUMMARY: "It’s not fair that he was holding the last of you in his hands, unable to focus on anything other than the last words he’ll ever receive from you."

↳ A/N: I got this idea at 2:36 am and I don't know where it came from but oh well. This was meant to be a 300-word blurb and we ended up at 2k lol. I haven't written anything for Jungkook compared to Tae, and honestly, this maknae has been climbing my bias list so here's a semi-self-indulgent fic filled with angst and crying! I hope you enjoy it, please feel free to leave feedback and reblog! Also, STREAM BUTTER!

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Shaking with fear, Jungkook gripped your hand tightly, tears pouring out his red eyes as your patient monitor fluctuated slightly. With a quivering lip, he croaks, “C'mon [Y/N], wake up. For me? Please…”

He feels your small fingers squeeze his own gently, weakly, and hope beams across his face. But just as soon as the hope had come, it vanished, your paling fingers going stiff in his palm. The once steady beeping now a quickly accelerating sequence, the sound ringing in the brunet boy's ears as his eyes go wide and breath cuts short.

He feels the nurses pull at him, trying to drag him out the room and he thrashes against them, his nails digging into your hospital bed with all their might until his knuckles turn white and his vision blurs. Loud sobs rack through his body as he slumps in the nurses’ arms, pressing the balls of his palms into his eyes, trying to stop the tears and the burning. His cries almost choke him, the occasional cough jerking his body harshly.

When he sees the familiar face of the doctor, he prays that the downcast gaze and frown don't mean what he thinks.

“[L/N] [Y/N],” Seokjin takes a breath, his own eyes beginning to water at the words he's about to utter, “time of death: 2 am… I'm sorry Jungkook. I did everything, I-I tried every voltage and pumped her with liquids a-and everything I could d-do—I couldn't save her. I'm so—so sorry.”

It's like his entire world has crumbled in a second. His arms and chest are suddenly heavy, his lips, throat, and face feel dry and dehydrated, and his eyes can't decide if they want to be open or closed because of the stinging sensation they feel when he tries either. Sitting on the floor in front of your room, he takes the hand Jin outstretched and wobbles inside, only to fall back down the moment he sees your dull figure.

He doesn't care that a small crowd can see him babbling incoherently as he tries to apologize to you through his sniffles and whimper, crawling to your hand and lacing his fingers through yours.

Eventually, Taehyung and Jimin pick him up and drag him out of the building you took your last breath in. Jungkook didn't try to resist, knowing he was in no shape to put up a fight or drive himself home. He needed to get out of there anyway, the smell of death only he could detect suffocating him slowly.

On his way upstairs, Taehyung holds him back, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a short stack of envelopes—maybe two or three—rubber-banded together and hands them to the younger. “Her first day in the ER, she m-made me promise to give you these if she—if she… You know…”

Hearing they were yours, he takes them gently and swiftly, immediately holding them close as if they were his lifeline. He gives Taehyung a silent, stiff nod before turning and dragging himself to his room.

He doesn't open them right away, taking his time to admire your adorable calligraphy and observing every smudge or erased pencil mark you'd left on their light material.

He's not surprised to find every letter addressed to him, because it wouldn't be the first time you two had given each other messages the old-fashioned way, and he smiled softly at the “before you read” attached to the first envelope.

If you're not Jeon Jungkook, please don't read these. If you are, know that I'm still with you, in these letters, in your heart, our memories and that I will always be here, even though I'm sorry I can't physically be here with you right now. These are letters I've written to you, but never sent. They're from the bottom of my heart and they say everything I've ever wanted to tell you.

—[Y/N]

His heart beats harder as he opens the first letter, doing his best not to tear the envelope and keep it perfectly intact for him to save.

There are two Polaroids safety-pinned to the letter, both with his face and yours smiling brightly at each other. He gently unclips them, tucking them safely into the [Y/N]-specially decorated sleeve. He breathes in deeply and unfolds the letter, immediately tearing up at your handwriting on the wilting paper.

Dear Jungkook,

I know you don't think it's cool or modern to send letters, so I won't send this.

Anyway, I want to thank you for always being there for me, my big, strong, human-shoulder-tissue. I couldn't be luckier than I am to have you as my best friend.

And I know this is going to sound cheesy, but I love you more than anyone or anything in this world. You're the diamond to my sky, the sun to my earth, and the person I would choose to spend the rest of my life with.

In other words, I'm in love with you, Jeon. I wish you were in love with me, but I'm already the happiest girl in the world being by your side every day.

Your Best Freind,

[Y/N]

His heart pounds against his ribs, because you had been in love with him. You had wanted him to be the last face you'd ever see. You were right in front of him, your heart on your sleeve for who knows how long, and he hadn't known until you were dead. His face contorted into one of pain at the reality, and he squeezed his eyes shut to stop the tears, taking long, shaky breaths before opening the second letter.

This note is considerably newer than the first, its edges still white and crisp, but the deepness of the creases tells him it's at least a few months old.

Dear Jungkookie,

Lately, I've been sick—which you know because I've told you. I haven't told you about my feelings yet because I don't want to scare you or pressure you, but I'm probably going to die before I ever get to tell you these things.

Since I told you how I felt in the last letter, I'm going to try and describe why in this letter. Reason number one, your presence. You always manage to just enter a dark, tense room and make it so much brighter and more comfortable. I don't know if it’s your smile or your laugh or the way you don't care if you're embarrassed or not, but you just manage to make everyone feel comfortable in themselves.

Reason number two, your kindness. I had never seen someone run back inside, get an entire table's worth of food, and give it away before. You're always so willing to give, despite the cost. I hope you never change.

Reason number three, it's kind of odd but I fell in love with your voice. Not just the way it sounds pretty when you sing, but the way it has the power to comfort whoever you’re singing to. I’ve always been able to come to you for support and comfort.

Reason number four is you know how to turn a bad day into a good one. You can talk to anyone who’s down for five minutes and you’ll turn them into a giggling, grinning mess.

Reason number five, you’ve always made me feel loved. Even though our entire relationship has been platonic—at least on your side—you’ve always checked up on me, held me, and made sure I knew I was enough and I can’t thank you enough for that.

Number six is your passion. You always put your all into everything you do. Be it making breakfast for the boys or helping me with a project I put off until the last minute, you make sure it’s all or nothing.

Seven is that you taught me how to love unconditionally. I always believed in falling in love and finding the one, but I never knew how intense it felt to be able to give your all to someone and not expect a single thing in return—until I met you. From the way your nose scrunches when you smile, to how you tilt your head when you’re confused, I love it all. From the best thing about you to the worst, it’s all you, and I wouldn’t want you to ever change. Every scar and blemish, each pore and lash, I’ve fallen in love with all of them because they make you, you.

I know you don’t feel the same, and in complete honesty, I love you so much I don’t even care. As long as you’re happy and I’m able to spend as much of my time by your side I’m happy.

He chokes on a sob when he finishes the second letter, tears dampening the card stock as he shivers. His heart clenches harder as he folds it back up, giving both pictures a once over before pinning them back on the letter.

Opening up the last envelope, a cry racks through his body, and he’s ugly crying now. The necklace he’d given you perfectly washi-taped against the letter. He pulls it off, tucking it tightly into his palm, and holds his breath. This time, the letter is a small, short piece of paper folded in half once.

He almost can’t read your small, dainty handwriting through his bubbling tears, but manages.

Hi Jungkook. Did you see the necklace?

It’s the one you bought me for my fifteenth birthday, that I told you I had lost. For a while, I had, and I remember I was too scared to tell you, but you noticed before I could anyway. I was so relieved you weren’t mad at me because I didn’t know what I would do if you were. I still don’t.

Anyway, the point of this short, last letter is to tell you how I want you to remember me. I don’t want you guys to think of me as your sickly friend who died when you were in your twenties… but I want you to remember the good memories we made together. I want you to remember the day we met, when I accidentally broke your bike and when we were both grounded for four months for sneaking out of our houses for our first party. I want you to remember how we got sick together because you couldn’t let me walk home alone in the rain, but you couldn’t drive and we both forgot jackets and umbrellas. I want you to remember the day you forgave me for losing the most precious thing anyone has ever given me, because that’s the day I fell in love with you.

This paper’s running out of space so I’m going to wrap this up. I want you to remember everything good about our time together, and not what ended it. Don’t think about how I’m gone, because I’m still with you, after death. These letters, the photos, and this necklace are what I’m leaving behind for you to keep. Don’t cry when you think of me, don’t think of the fact that we’ve been making our last memories, just don’t forget me.

Jungkook clutches the necklace tighter, afraid to drop it. Not only had he lost you, but he’d also missed out on the opportunity to be with you because he’d been too scared to ask you out while you were alive. He’d been in love with you since you two were eleven, tried to confess to you when you were fifteen, and lost you at twenty-three.

It’s not fair, he decides, it’s not fair that your love never got a real chance and it never would. It’s not fair that all these years you thought your feelings were one-sided when he reciprocated them ten-fold. It’s not fair that he was holding the last of you in his hands, unable to focus on anything other than the last words he’ll ever receive from you.

He sucks in a deep breath, barely croaking out your sign-off, “Love, [Y/N].”

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[lost-inthedream]

Tea and warm compress

Pairing: Husband!Youngbin x female reader

Genre: Fluff, Suggestive

Warnings: mentions of sex

Words count: 1.4k

Summary: Moving to a new apartment can be quite exhaustive. There are still so many belongings to be organized... But they definitely can wait! The reader gives Youngbin some extra care because he has a backache.

Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes that you might find.

It was starting to get late, more two cups and you would be emptied that cardboard box also. The new apartment had a bunch of cupboards fixed on its walls, which allowed you to organize your kitchen tools pretty well. Youngbin sorted the dishes on the shelf right over the cups. You were both close enough to touch one another while picking items out of the boxes and putting them in their new places.

"Don't you think that's enough for today, Binnie?" you asked as you noticed him placing the last dish on the top of a small pile.

"I dunno, love. We still have a few boxes to clear out" he answered with a subtle grimace and combing his bangs back, only to have them covering his forehead again once he lowers his hand.

You glanced at the intact cardboard boxes on the corner, but by the look on your face, he knew that they didn't bother you at all.

"We have time to work on them tomorrow." You lifted one eyebrow as if it were the smarter declaration ever. "I'm sure they won't escape this apartment if we don't grab them right now."

You closed the cupboard door in front of your husband to seal your decision, drawing some words from him.

"Oh! That's my girl" he freed a weary giggle and quickly pulled you to him so he could peck anywhere on your face. A playful smooch clicked on your forehead and then he let his hand go of your back.

You stepped just a millimeter backward without breaking eye contact with him and positioned your hands on your own waist and tilting your head. Youngbin contemplated your cocky loose smile. But you somehow killed the mood when a tired sigh came out of your lips.

Moving has really drained your energy. The process of packing everything you had took so much time in the previous days, then the two of you helped at placing everything inside a truck and finally at carrying all the stuff to the apartment where you would live from now on.

He suddenly noticed the favorite mugs of yours laying on the sink countertop. The items were decorated with matching motifs that suited both of you, quite cheesy.

"What about those mugs?" he pointed with his chin.

"Ah! We're gonna use them right now. I've already found the tea." You winked.

...

"I couldn't wait to sit like this on our couch." Youngbin sighed allowing his face to express exhaustion for the first time.

He leaned backward, his head rested on the couch cushion, which was out of place just a couple of hours before. He still held the mug between his hands, laid on his lap. In any case, having his eyes closed for a while seemed to be a priority.

"Why haven't you said that you were this tired?"

"I guess I have barely noticed it" he replied in a low tone and you could say that he had just figured it out.

His body had been already screaming it to him a bit earlier but he was so absorbed in other tasks that he couldn't hear anything. It was not his fault though, he was excited. The idea of transforming the new place into your actual home was his only thought and so was yours. Even now there was a soft smile making his lips prettier than they already were.

You moved carefully towards your husband, motioning him to accept your body on his lap without pouring the hot liquid on yourselves. That was as if you did some sort of acrobatics, but you succeed together without spilling a drop and now you were close and cozy.

He took a sip and tried to shift his position a bit but the movement made him whimper in pain.

"What's this?" you immediately asked.

"It's just my back" he tried to dismiss your worry but there was an alert signal already resonating inside of you.

Youngbin took the cup to his mouth again, the warmth fulfilling his insides. The gesture was repeated a few times as you observed him closely also drinking from your own mug.

"You're gonna pierce me with your pretty eyes or what?" he joked after a few sips in silence.

You grabbed the empty mug from his hand and equilibrated it on the arm of the couch beside him, along with yours. The patterns on them facing each other, exactly the way you and your loved one did now. You leaned to touch the tip of his nose with your lips causing a snap sound. His chin raised so he could make your mouths meet. It felt sweet and wholesome, the flavor of the two herbs you mixed together slow danced with Youngbin's natural taste. You separated your lips before you were not able to do it anymore.

"It's time to take care of your back, baby". You attempted to stand up.

"I'm alright, y/n. Don't worry, just stay here with me"

He was so exhausted that his arms wrapped loosely around your frame, though it was enough to stop you from letting go of him. He was pouty, a clear sign that he needed to be taken care of. It was true that you were also worn out, but still in better conditions than Youngbin.

"I'm so sorry to have to do more than just staying here but you need a relaxing shower. I'm gonna make you a warm compress as well."

He gave you his familiar side smile as feedback.

...

You had to look for your heat pack in the boxes you had not opened yet. Fortunately, you found it quite easily, which made you sigh in relief.

Youngbin took a long shower and you managed to have the compress ready by the time he left the bathroom. He walked into your shared room barefoot. The floor still fairly cold in the spring "I have no idea of where my slippers are" he complained.

"Same, but you know what? I don't care!"

He hummed in a good mood and carefully put his lazy body on the bed, lying on his stomach and turning his face to the right side, so his cheek got squished against the mattress. You comforted him with a delicate caress on the shoulder that got his eyes to close, like those smart flowers that shut for the nighttime.

"It hurts on your low back, right?"

He grunted positively, eyelids fluttering.

The compress was too hot to touch his skin directly so you used the soft cotton of his t-shirt as a barrier. Since it was now settled down on his back, his movements were restricted and you both did not have much to do other than talk. You did not do more than staying comfortably sitting at his right.

"Aren't you hurting too, love?" he asked reopening his eyes. His sleepy yet charming gaze inviting you to trace his facial features.

"Just from seeing you in pain," you replied seductively. "I didn't carry any heavy box because you're such a gentleman."

He did not know how to respond so he sweetly voiced an "I love you" while your warm hand caressed him on the face.

You shifted to lean down and whisper the same close to his ear, then you could not resist the urge to sniff on his neck. The fresh scent of his soap enchanted you, making you down your eyelids to the friction your nose made on him.

"You shouldn't provoke a man in my condition"

"Is this a complaint or a warning?" you asked playfully letting your lips brush on his earlobe on purpose.

"This is only a complaint tonight. I'm good at waiting."

You dragged one finger down his spine. A sloppy invisible line, coming to an end when it reached the compress.

"I can't wait" you signed.

"Can you move it a bit, baby?. It's like burning my skin" he politely asked interrupting the way your talk was growing steamy.

You took the pack from his low back and placed your hand flat instead, stroking the area tenderly for a few seconds.

"I'm probably waking up better tomorrow and I'm treating you right then. Like the queen you are."

"Don't worry, my king" you said low feeling funny with those words. you calmly unfolded a towel that laid next to you in order to make a new layer between Youngbin's skin and the hot pack. "We have a lot of time to make love in our new apartment. Or should I call it a kingdom?"

He giggled.

"Just home is fine" you decided.

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Prompt: Judgement Day

Angel Nanaba: You're next, Hanji! When you're saved, you will go to the place of goodness and love!!! ☺️

Demon Levi: And if not, you will be punished. You very very bad girl. 😼

God: Congrats! You're saved!!

Hanji: OBJECTION! I've been a very very bad girl.

Nanaba and Levi (hmm well, not really. He's really looking forward to the punishment): 🤦 idiot.

Omg bb... this prompt... *chefs kiss* a work of art. I wanted to keep it in my inbox till I could do it justice but I couldn’t resist filling this prompt! Thank you for this? I love this and might write a longer one in the future💖💖💖 for now here’s a drabble:

Go to hell for heaven’s sake!

The thing they don’t tell you about death- how stuffy it is. Then again, they don’t tell you much of anything when it comes to the great void. One moment Hanji is alive, the next, she wakes up in a long tunnel illuminated by fluorescent tube lights. And then she sees them.

Nanaba introduces herself first, straightening herself and putting on a big smile and shaking Hanji’s hand, eager to prove that she’s the one with better manners. “I’m an Angel...” she says. And Hanji doesn’t question it because that explains the halo floating atop her head.

Levi goes next with nothing more than a- “name’s Levi...” his voice is nonchalant. Hanji extends a hand towards him and he hesitates. “I’m not gonna bite...” she laughs.

“You do know I’m a demon, don’t you?” He quirks a brow, shaking her hand tentatively. She knows. She guessed as much. But she also realises how handsome he is in his black dress shirt and trousers. Impeccable really.

“Yeah and we’re in hell... Judging by how stuffy it is... You should really install some vents in here...”

“Ah no! This is just the path leading to judgment! We do get complaints but nobody bothers doing anything about it... There’s unclear jurisdiction over these areas...” Nanaba says, “and anyways... Hell is way more unpleasant...”

Levi scoffs, “tch... In heaven you’ll get the privilege of listening to the same tune playing every day until you go insane.”

“Hey! It’s the ambient music! It’s relaxing!” And a lesser, “besides... you learn to tune it out...”

At the end of the tunnel there’s a door with a gold plaque that says “Erwin”.

“Erwin?” Hanji frowns, who’s Erwin?

“Ah... He makes the decisions around here...” Nanaba replied. Hanji inhales, then exhales, trying to rid herself of the nerves.

“Alright Hanji! You’re up! If you’re saved, you’ll come with me to the place of goodness and love and going to bed at 9! 10 if we’re feeling naughty!” Nanaba winks and Hanji wonders if there’s a standard sales pitch. If so, it needs some work. Nevertheless it sounds nice. Heaven can’t be a bad choice!

“Okay,” Hanji replies, heart racing as she places a hand on the knob.

She feels a warm hand atop hers, and it does nothing to still her little heart.

“And if it’s decided that you’re a very bad girl... You’ll come with me and you will be punished...” Levi says. Nothing changes in his voice but Hanji notices the devilish glint in his eyes. She swallows hard. Yeah. Okay. Right. Great. Levi’s hand lingers on hers a little longer than necessary and her pulse quickens impossibly. Dear lord she’s done for.

The door opens and a rush of cool air greets them. It’s nicer in this room. The air conditioning is working and the lights are less glaring, less interrogatory. “You must be Hanji...” says the man with the eyebrows and the neatly combed hair.

“I’m Erwin! It’s nice to meet you! I hope Nanaba and Levi made your transition somewhat bearable?” He smiles, and Hanji nods, trying to take everything in. The mini golf set in the corner, the mug that says “I’m not opinionated, I’m just always right”, the Manila folder with “Hanji Zoë” printed on the front.

“You know... Levi doesn’t usually take cases anymore... He says it’s too much trouble... But it seems he has taken special interest in you...” Erwin laughs and there’s a flash of horror in Levi’s eyes. Hanji can’t help the grin that spreads across her face.

“Shut up Erwin...” he snaps, and Nanaba’s frown deepens. She can never understand Levi’s insolence. She holds her breath. Is Erwin going to punish him for that? Instead the man throws his head back to laugh.

“You must be pretty special for Levi to come all the way here, Hanji Zoë!” Erwin starts, “but unfortunately for him, I’ve looked through your folder and well... Congratulations! You’re saved!”

Nanaba whoops, and the scowl on Levi’s face deepens. This has been most unsatisfactory.

“Wait! No! Objection your honour!” Hanji slams her hand on the folder, preventing Erwin from filing it in the cabinets behind him. “Surely there’s been a mistake! I’m sure I’ve been very very bad!”

“Ha...” Levi chuckles dryly, and Nanaba just watches the situation unfold, swallowing the bitter taste in the mouth left by betrayal.

“Well I suppose...” Erwin blinks, and again, then again, “I mean no one has ever requested to go to hell but I guess... Yeah why not? Go to hell then!” Erwin chuckles, “I always love saying that...” he picks up a stamp, presses it in ink and stamps it across Hanji’s file- “CONDEMNED”.

At that, there’s a flash and Hanji’s in an elevator with Levi, and they’re descending.

“So... You’ve been bad huh...” Levi folds his arms across his chest, leaning against the rails.

“Maybe...” Hanji puffs out her chest. For someone who has only just been dead an hour ago, she’s amazed at how well she’s dealing. “What are you gonna do about it?” She drawls.

“Oh I can think of a few things...”

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"Black Magic" *Part 8*

Shit I have ZERO will power.

But I really did feel bad for that last chapter being so shitty small, AND I just came up with a chunk of story that will push this past 10 chapters. *GASP*

So I don't mind it being up, as it's not the second to last chapter now. Huzzah!

Note: This is an entire chapter of just Olivia and Barba. I know, right? But-- you're included, somehow. 😉

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Part 9

Part 7

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The next day was Saturday, so Rafael took the day to introduce his fiancée to his "familia". However their reaction was not what he expected. His mom and abuela were thrilled. They knew the back and forth Rafael and Olivia had at the beginning of their friendship, and they wanted to see him married to a successful woman. However when he brought her to Maria, she was less than pleased.

"I...I don't understand, who is this?" She asked.

“Maria I told you, this is my fiancé Olivia Benson” Rafael pushed Olivia forward.

“Pleased to meet you ma’am,” Oliva smiled and extended her hand. Instead of shaking her hand, Maria took him to the side away from Olivia's prying ears.

“But what happened to that nice girl you brought here last week?” She asked him with concern in her eyes.

“….What?" Rafael looked at her in confusion.

“Y/N?” She said your name, and Rafael’s face went red with anger.

“Excuse me?!” He hissed; Olivia glanced over at the two of them, getting wary of their conversation.

“Last week, you brought here to get empanadas for a fun day. You seemed so in love with her Raffi, you said you would keep her for a long time.” Maria told him with a gentle voice.

“You were so happy, I don't think I've ever seen you that happy. Especially not with this cabrona,” She narrowed her eyes at Liv.

“Maria I think you're confused. I am very much in love with Olivia, I would chase the moon and stars for her.” Rafael said in an almost melodramatic way.

“Who talks like that?” Maria laughed.

“What?” Rafael asked, offended.

“….No something is off with you Raffi,” Maria studied his face intently, looking for something.

“Maria I love you, but you are getting up there. Your mind isn't as good as you think it is,” Rafael half laughed, writing her off as a batty old lady with her accusations.

She slapped him across the face.

“How dare you burro. I know you better than your own mami, you know that. And I know what I saw, I don't know what happened to you but this-- she gestured to his whole body. This isn't you.” She grabbed his face in her hands and shook him as if she was trying to shake whatever was wrong with him right out of his body.

“What happened to Y/N, Raffi? Just tell me--” Maria asked softly, but Rafael cut her off with a fit of rage.

“She’s GONE, Maria. I fired her, I sent her away,”

“...But why?” Maria now stared at Olivia, who was getting very uncomfortable at the mention of your name. Maria knew about you? Rafael had brought you here? On your FIRST date? She had never even heard about this familia until today. Were you actually right about knowing things about him so quickly?

“Because she’s a psychopath who has some obsession with me!” He yelled.

“Really? Because you seemed pretty obsessed with her, the last time you were here,” Maria gave him a look.

“Maria I have no idea what you’re talking about, I really don’t,” He shook his head.

“Three days ago, Raffi. Do you remember three days ago?”

Rafael stared at her blankly, then his eyes began to dart back and forth while he desperately tried to recall that day. But-- he couldn’t. Why couldn’t he remember three days ago? In fact, why couldn’t he remember yesterday? Or the day before? All he could think of was today, and how in love with Olivia he was. That-- that wasn’t normal, right? His head began to ache, he winced and doubled over in pain. As he squinted, trying to steady himself, he looked across the street, where an image of you and him flashed in front of him.

He quickly caught up to you and cut you off from walking. You desperately tried to compose yourself before he saw your face, but you failed miserably.

“…Why are you so upset, mi vida?” He cupped your face with serious concern in his eyes. “Are you alright? Did I say something wrong?”

“No!” You grabbed both of his hands. “No, Rafa you are– You are perfect,” You bit your lip, willing yourself to not start crying again.

“Ay no,” He shook his head with a laugh. “I am FAR from perfect, carino,”

You cupped his hand in your face, looking into his eyes very seriously. “You are to me,”

He looked back at you, with the same intense eyes. "So are you,”

Rafael blinked several times, tears coming to his eyes as he recalled how happy he was in that moment. Before he could say or do anything, Olivia came running up to him and throwing her arms around him.

“Oh my god, Rafa! Are you okay?” She immediately helped stand upright and kissed him roughly, her lips wet with purple liquid. Rafael’s eyes radiated purple, the image of you and him instantly disappeared from his memory. He smiled in an almost robotic fashion as he held Olivia in his arms. “Never better, mi amor,” He kissed her again, then turned to Maria.

“Look, Maria,” Rafael said very sternly. “I love Olivia and anyone who doesn't approve of her, I don't want in my life.”

“Excuse me?” Maria stared at him, dumbfounded.

“You heard me,” He growled. “If you can't accept Olivia then stay the hell out of my life!”

“Raffi!!! How can you ..how can you say that to me?” She asked him fearfully. Suddenly, she noticed Raffi's beautiful green eyes were flashing a deep dark purple. She furrowed her brows and stormed over to Olivia.

“Bruja!!” She yelled. What did you do to my Rafi, you witch?”

“Excuse me?” Olivia stumbled back in shock. How...how did she know?

“Maria!!!!! Rafael stepped in between them. “How dare you speak to my fiancé that way? You know what, don't come to my wedding. In fact, don't come anywhere near me at all. Ever,” He shoved the old woman aside.

Olivia was absolutely stunned. She had never seen him so aggressive before. And over her no less. She knew this was the work of her elixir. She felt a pang of guilt, watching the poor old woman's eyes brimming with tears. That was until she glared at Olivia once again.

"This isn't over, bruja" she grunted, waving a fist at her.

“We’re leaving,” Rafael grabbed Olivia's hand and dragged her down the street as he called an Uber.

“Rafa...didn't you say that woman basically raised you?” She asked, still stunned from the events that just unfolded in front of her.

“I don't care,” he huffed.” Anyone against you is against me,”

Olivia looked into his eyes, they were usually so green and sparkling. She finally noticed that they were now a glowing bright shade of purple.

Was this what you had been talking about? Was this...person, even Rafael anymore? Her Rafael?

“Rafa…” She asked nervously.

“Yes, amante?” He grinned at her, in an almost inhuman way. This was insane. Okay so maybe she had overdone it with the serum. Maybe just a tad. But, if he was so…”mind warped” at the moment, how far could she control it?

“...Rafa, take me to the places you took Y/N the other day,” She simply stated as if she was giving robot instructions. And just like a good little robot, BarbaBot imputed the address of Central Park into the Uber app.

They got out and Rafael looked at Olivia with a loving gaze, his eyes still bright purple.

“I want to show you my favorite place in the city, but first we need somewhere to eat all this food,” He repeated the words he said to you that day, his eyes still glowing purple.

“...We don’t have any--” Olivia started to protest, but then she realized that he was obeying her wishes. He was doing everything the exact same from the last time he had been there-- with you.

“Um-- Okay,” She nodded with a fake smile, her anger rising. This was quickly backfiring on her.

Rafael took her hand and they walked further and further into the park until they reached the fountain. Then he sat down on the fountain and motioned for her to sit with him. She obeyed, and he just kept smiling at her with the “Uncanny Valley” smile.

“So you, you took her here. To your favorite spot in the city?” She glanced around. It wasn’t so special, just a fountain. What was she so jealous of?

“Oh no mi amor, this is just where we’re going to eat. The surprise is after,” He smiled dreamily at her. But this time she couldn’t tell if he was actually smiling at HER, or remembering the image of you in that spot that day.

“Um-- okay, we’re done eating now!” Olivia said in an unnerving tone, pretending to throw trash away.

““Well!” he wiped “tears” away from his face and then Olivia’s before he gathered up “trash” and threw it away.

“I think that’s quite enough of the melodramatic stories today. Now it’s time to show you my favorite place,”

“Wait, what?” Olivia stopped him from walking.

“What is it, mi amor?”

“What did you just say? What ‘melodramatic story’ did you tell her?” She searched his eyes, but they were only filled with a dazed look of love.

“I….” He started to blink furiously, looking down. What the hell was happening? Was he-- he was fighting himself not to tell her. He was FIGHTING HIMSELF to keep something from her. Something he shared with you.

“RAFAEL,” She grabbed him and looked him in his eyes. “Tell me the story you told Y/N, right now,” She ordered him.

“I can’t,” He simply stated, no emotion in his voice.

“Why not?!” She stomped her foot.

“I don’t feel safe enough with you,” He stated in a basic monotone voice.

“But you felt safe with her? A girl you’ve known for THREE months?” Olivia’s eyes were now filled with angry tears.

“It’s about your dad, isn’t it?” She whispered, her voice shaking. Well, if she couldn’t get him to tell her, maybe you could.

“Oh, Rafa,” She did an impression of your voice. “We’re so connected, and-- I feel so safe with you,” She rolled her eyes.

“Y/N,” He didn’t even look at Olivia, he was just staring ahead with the same dazed loving look in his eyes. Olivia was filled with rage, but continued.

“Tell me about your middle name, Rafa,” She said in ‘your’ voice.

“....No you don’t understand. My middle name is Eduardo, named after him. So he’s always with me.” He began to recite the speech he had given you as if he was reading off cue cards. “I have always told people it’s Antonio, because I want nothing about me associated with him,” He started to cry, Olivia just stared at him in shock.

After a minute, he stopped crying and looked into Liv’s eyes, unbeknownst to her seeing your face on hers. “I’ve never told anyone that story.”

“...Not even Liv?” She asked, knowing the answer.

"Not even Liv,” He stroked her hair. “I’ve never felt as close to her as I do with you.” He pulled Liv into his lap. “The truth is Y/N I have never felt safe since my abuela’s house. Until I met you,”

Olivia jumped up from his lap, now absolutely enraged, hurt, and unhinged.

“That is BULLSHIT Rafael!!!!” She screamed at him. “I have given you everything, all of me! I’ve told you things, things I thought we shared. And you...you fall in love with some random intern?”

Wait, she thought. This was all on a day that he was under YOUR spell. This was just him rebooting to the last saved point, recovering memories deep inside him like a computer. This wasn’t real either. All she had to do was reboot him, so that he’d completely forget those memories with you. All she needed to do was draw out the rest of your day together so they were fresh in the front of his mind, and then she’d feed him a special dose of her “medicine”, wiping them away. Forever.

“Rafa, let’s see your favorite place,” She said in a “you-like” voice. He smiled and took her hand, leading her down into the caves.

“Penguins?” She asked, unamused.

“I love penguins,” He smiled.

“Right...me too,” She said in a fake happy voice, rolling her eyes.

Rafael turned and stared at her with the biggest smile, your face still in his eyes.

“Did you know that when a male penguin fancies a girl penguin he will look everywhere until he finds the perfect rock or pebble as an offering to said female. And if she accepts it, then they’re together until they die.”

“...What?” Olivia was now shocked once again. “Were you...were you going to PROPOSE to her?!”

“I’m not proposing carino, I’m not that crazy,” He chuckled, still thinking it was the other day.

“Well thank god--” Olivia shook her head and had an idea. If she put the two memories together….he’d think he brought her there, and that’s when he proposed!

“Oh but Rafa, don’t you remember darling? This is where you proposed, that’s what we’re doing, right now,” She pulled the ring from her finger and handed it to him, shaking him out of his trance.

“Wha-- Oh, carino,” He now looked at Liv with the same lovesick expression, less robotic.

“Be my penguin?” He held out the ring like a trained monkey.

“Yeah sure, whatever,” She smiled and grabbed the ring, pulling him into a kiss.

Now that memory had been replaced-- pretty soon she’d have you replaced completely.

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Ohohoho yes anon let’s turn this broccoli boi to the dark side 😈😈😈 also thank u @gallickingun for helping me with the plot!!!! And @jojosmilktea for hyping up my banner cause I seriosuly don’t know what I’m doing with graphics 😂😂😂

Izuku x reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2700

Warnings: slight cussing

Summary: Izuku feels he is never going to get a chance to be close to you, being you two are so much more different than each other. But seeing you spar with Bakugo makes him decide that he has to shoot his shot-before it becomes too late.

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Y/n l/n.

Your name was written at the top of the page in Izuku’s messy handwriting, the name particularly more neat than the other names in his notebook.

Right under your name was a crude sketch of your hero suit, just like the rest of his pages of notes. Yours was somehow a little different, a little more detailed than the rest. It seemed to have more care put into it, as well as a lot more notes surrounding it than the other entries.

The other pages about the heroes and students he had encountered were much more simpler than yours, the writing only focusing on their powers and their notable strengths. You on the other hand, were different-Izuku had seemed to write everything about you he could fit into that initial page, the immense amount of detail eventually spreading out to the following pages.

No matter how he looked at the situation, Izuku knew he had fallen head over heels for you. He knew he shouldn’t have-it was like you two were practically in two different worlds.

You were blunt, assertive, and a little on the rebellious side. You acted first and thought of rules later, being the first to challenge someone to a fighting match, or agree to a dare no matter how risque it was. You were a risk taker, and you knew it, which made you such a perfect addition to Bakusquad.

Izuku,on the other hand, was nothing like that- he studied everyday like a good student, and always made sure to stay out of trouble as much as possible. He colored in between the lines, and he felt like he was so bland when compared to your wild spirit.

Even though you two were completely different in every way, he couldn’t keep you out of his head. You never seemed to look down on him, always greeting him with a warm smile and asking him how he was. Your laugh echoed in his head like a catchy song, and the way you would send him smiles from across the room made his heart race. Izuku was fully aware that he was most likely going to get his heart broken if he didn’t make a move soon, but he was content at the moment with admiring your beauty and resilience from afar.

“Cmon y/n, I told you not to go easy on me!”

Izuku perked his head up from his note taking, noticing that voice to be none other than Bakugo. Poor Izuku’s eyes were blown out of sockets, though, as he saw the scene unfolding in front of him.

There was Kachan, his friend and sometimes rival, toppled on top of you, his torso straddling your hips. Bakugo’s large hands had your wrists pinned to the ground, his powerful legs pushing yours into the ground to keep you from squirming.

Uncharacteristic anger bubbled inside Izuku as he saw Bakugo on top of you in such a suggestive pose. He knew you two were just training, but-he couldn’t help but wish that he was the one on top of you, not Bakugo. Heck, he just wished he was the one you asked for help with training and not Kachan. Izuku never wanted to feel like he was competing with his friend, but right now, he felt like he was-and he was losing.

It didn’t help either that you were close to Bakugo, always hanging out with him and his friends. You weren’t that afraid of his yelling and his threats, merely laughing at him when he was on another rampage. Bakugo seems to treat you like an equal, actually offering you compliments from time to time and allowing you to train with him. Izuku knew only a few people could earn Bakugo’s respect, and it couldn't be a good thing for his love life if his antisocial best friend seemed to take an extra interest in his crush.

Izuku watched as you laughed at Bakugo’s statement, your sweet laugh ringing like bells.

“Hell Bakugo, you thought that was me going easy? I was just getting started!” You scoffed at the ash blonde boy, your chest then connecting with his.

Izuku sucked in a tight breath, holding it in as he watched you wrap your legs around your opponent. You then quickly flipped your bodies around, landing so it was now you, not Kachan, who was on top. Bakugo took a large gasp of air, his lungs unable to get a proper inhale from the sudden movement.

You shoved his shoulders into the ground, shimmying on his chest to get a better grip.

“God Bakugo, you're so quiet!” You smirked, “Didn't know you liked being a bottom so much-“

“S-s-shut the hell up you damn idiot, I’ll fucking-“ Bakugo instantly started yelling at you, the twinge of red in his cheecks hard to ignore for Izuku. You continued to laugh at his reaction, your body shaking from the giggles as you continued to sit on his stomach.

Izuku looked down at his notebook full of notes about his devotion to you, sighing sadly-

Yeah, he had no chance.

As you continued to chuckle, trying to hold your grip on the aggressive boy under you, you looked to your left. To your surprise, you saw a lonely looking Midoriya under a shady spot of a tree, looking slightly sad as he stared down at his lap.

You and Izuku were pretty good friends, as you both seemed to have mutual likes and interests in and out of class. You didn’t talk much to the green haired boy, but you found him to be extremely sweet and quite attractive. You also didn’t socialize with him as much as you wished you did, but since you two were completely different friend groups, it made it quite difficult to hang out with the greenette.

You wished you knew what was going on in that poor boy's head right now, his head hanging low on his shoulders. He looked so defeated, his back arched as if he was carrying a heavy burden on himself.

“Shitty woman-your hurting my fucking wrists!” Bakugo spat out, his eyes filled with anger. You smirked at your opponent, knowing full well that was his way of “taping out”.

“Sorry Bakubro-,” you replied, rolling off his stomach as he rubbed his wrists tenderly, muttering about how “crappy” you were.

You ignored your friend’s remarks, making your way over to the poor boy underneath the cherry blossom tree. He didn’t seem to even notice you walking towards him, his hands resting sadly on his notebook in deep thought. You smiled softly at him-he looked so cute when he was thinking so intently, even if he did look a little solemn.

“Hey, Earth to Midoriya!” You hovered your hand over his eyes, breaking his daze.

“Oh-uh-y-y/n!” He squeaked, his body jumping from your sudden presence.

You laughed at his jumpiness, causing a red hue to grace his cheeks. Izuku didn’t even notice you sneaking up on him...but the fact he had made you laugh made him stomach feel warm and fluttery.

You stood in front of the boy, thinking it might be better to be at eye level with him.

“Mind if I sit?” You asked

Midoriya shook his head vigorously, his heart pumping wildly in his chest. “N-n-no, not at all!” He said enthusiastically, scooting over so you had more room.

You plopped yourself right next to him, seemingly unfazed by the sudden closeness. Izuku, on the other hand, was freaking out internally.

He could practically feel the heat radiating off you, your infectious personality seeping into his, brightening up his spirits. Your shoulder was resting on his, the breeze flitting through both your hairs. He couldn’t believe you had come to him, let alone sit next to him and want to talk. Even if you maybe had a thing with Bakugo, this was a win in his head.

You looked down at Midoriya's hands, noticing the slight shake in his fingertips. You smiled softly-this boy was too nervous for his own good.

“Are your hands doing okay-I know you train really hard,” you stated matter of factly, tenderly picking up one of his scarred and calloused hands with your own.

Izuku’s brain was about to explode-you were touching him now? Even though his brain felt fuzzy and full of static, he loved the way your skin felt against his own. It was just as calloused, but the skin was softer and feather light, the pads of your fingers tracing each scar like a message in Braille. You flipped his hand over gently, following the roads of his skin as you inspected his hand.

Each touch left a ticklish feeling that settled in his skin, the tingling simultaneously calming and accelerating his heart rate. God, he could get used to this.

“Their-their doing fine,” he stuttered out, his face engulfed in red.

“You sure?” You gave him a knowing look, a small smirk on your lips. “Cause you look like you punched a wall”

You giggled at his embarrassed face, your sweet voice making his heart thump against his chest.

“Well, since I’m still not used to my power yet, it takes quite a toll on my body,” he rambled , staring at the hand you were currently holding, “s-so I have to train extra hard to allow my body to fully grow to handle its power.”

You nodded your head, letting go of his hand and resting yours on your knee.

“That makes sense,” you agreed, resting your head on the trunk of the tree, “You got a hell of a powerful quirk if you have to train that hard...I've always admired you for that.”

Izuku’s head shot up in confusion...admired him? He thought you didn’t even notice he was alive! He stared at your profile, his eyes wide with confusion.

“Oh, it’s really not that big of a deal,” he rambled on again, scratching the back of his neck, “it’s expected of me to do that-“

“No it isn’t!” You argued back supportively, “none of us ever train as hard as you do! You always try your best, no matter the circumstances. Hell, I don’t even think Shoto trains as hard as you and he’s the one that came to UA off of recommendations!”

“Oh-oh it’s not that big of a deal, I promise-“

You were beginning to feel frustrated that this shy boy couldn’t take your compliment. Midoriya was too sweet and humble for his own good, and it took quite a lot to get him to believe your words. You took that as a challenge, and you were all up for it.

Your arm crossed over Izuku’s body, encasing him in your body so you could fully look at his face. His eyes were wide from your sudden movement, his freckles much more prominent as his cheeks were dusted with pink.

“You are strong Midoriya, and I have a reason to admire you,” you stated, your face a mere inches from his.

Izuku couldn’t move, and really, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. You were so close: he could see every beauty mark, every strand of hair that graced your complexion. He could even smell your perfume, a light floral scent that made his head swoon. He was feeling so awkward, not knowing how to react, but he wanted to stay like this forever.

You smiled at the young hero, taking his quiet demeanor as him surrendering to your compliments. You swung your body off of his, leaving a cold spot in Midoriya's stomach from moving away so soon.

“Which reminds me…” you began, your hands resting your stomach. “I wanted to see if you wanted to train tomorrow after class-I'd really like it if you gave me some pointers on my technique.”

“Oh-I’d be honored!” He exclaimed, but then chuckled nervously at a sudden realization.

“B-but I think Kachan wouldn’t like it if I were there…”

You cocked your head in confusion, staring at the greenette’s face, perplexed by his statement.

“Bakugo isn’t going to be there-it'll just be you and me,” you stated matter of factly.

Izuku instantly fidgeted, feeling dumb for just assuming it would you and all your friends. Of course if you asked it would just be him and you! He instantly shook off the embarrassment, feeling giddy from happiness. You had asked him-not Kirishima, or Shoto, or Kaminari, or even Kachan-him, to train with you. He felt like he was on top of the world.

But then the alarm bells began to ring in his mind, a memory flitting back into his head that was stopping him from agreeing instantly.

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He was at the lunch table one day, staring sadly at your table full of friends. Right now, they were currently trying to throw pieces of meat into your mouth, the yells and laughs flowing over to his quiet table. You were laughing, trying to catch the small bits of food and looking like you were having the best time.

His friends noticed his saddened demeanor, following his gaze to your table.

“Midoriya are you feeling quite alright?” Iida asked as he looked down at the green haired boy, “you're staring quite intently.”

“Huh?” Izuku shook his head a few times, looking at Iida with rosy cheeks, “oh-oh I wasn’t staring-or looking at y/n-san…”

Uraraka giggled nervously, giving her friend a strange look. “Uh-Midoriya, Iida never said you were staring at y/n...just that you were staring-“

“Oh! Well - I was- uh…” he stuttered out, not knowing how to get out of the situation. He was cursing himself internally for basically admitting to his crush he had worked so hard to keep quiet.

Iida took a bite of his food, focusing his attention at your table as well.

“Y/n is truly a free spirit-she’s quite a rebel as well,” Iida commented.

“Yeah, it seems like almost every week Mr. Aizawa has to speak to her about something she’s done… she’s really nice, but she is a little on the wild side,” Uraraka followed suit, focusing her attention on a quiet Midoriya instead.

“Do you really like her Midoriya?” She asked, her wide eyes seemingly staring into his soul.

Izuku giggled nervously, fiddling with his hands. “I-I guess...maybe….”

Uraraka pursed her lips, giving Iida a pained look. They both cared for Midoriya dearly, but didn’t know much about you except you were one of the “wild ones” of Class 1-A. You and Midoriya seemed completely opposite, and both friends felt that this crush would end badly for poor Midoriya's heart.

Iida sighed again, looking at his blushing friend, “Midoriya, it is wonderful you find so much love and affection for y/n-“

“But this probably won’t end well. She’s friends with Bakugo, and all of his friends-she’s just so different from you Izuku. We just don’t want to see you get hurt,” Uraraka finished Iida’s statement, watching Izuku slump into his chair a little more.

He felt almost defeated-his friends were right, you two were in completely different worlds and values. No matter how much he tried to weave a plan or scenario in his mind that would somehow end in you two being together, it just never seemed to work out.

The bell rang for lunch to end, Izuku still slumped in his chair in defeat.

“Cmon Izuku,” Uraraka said sweetly, offering her hand to him, “let’s go to class,”

He got up sadly, his friend's words echoing in his mind as he walked to class.

They were right-it wouldn’t ever end well for him.

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But now, seeing your waiting face so close to his, he couldn’t help but say yes. He had to at least try, to see if maybe you did have something between the two of you.

Forget about your wild personality, or the fact you two were so different, or the way you seemed so close to Kachan-he was going to shoot his shot, even if that meant he was going to get hurt in the process.

This was his chance-it was now or never.

Izuku took a deep breath, willing his heart to slow.

“I would-love to train with you...and-and maybe,” he gulped, feeling his heart beat fast against his chest, “we can get some ice cream after?”

You smirked at the blushing boy, having a feeling at what he was implying.

“Just you and me?” You mused, leaning into Izuku’s body slightly.

He nodded feverishly, feeling his confidence begin to wane slightly at your sudden closeness.

“Y-Yep! Just- you and me.”

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[amane-by-together]

Blue Hour || Amane Yugi pt. 1/5

(Amane Yugi x Fem!Reader)

genre: romance, drama, and a bit of fantasy

summary: amane was assigned to send letters to [name] from another school for a quarterly pen pal project in their class.

"You and I found in the sky in 5:53"

Amane grabbed a white pen from his black cylindrical pencil case and wrote some finishing touches for his letter on a black sheet of paper. He doodled some stars and constellations around the paper before folding it carefully then placing it inside a navy blue envelope.

He added some photographs of stars and moon stickers inside the galaxy themed parcel that he designed a day ago. Amane smiled proudly to himself after tying the twine around the parcel, he also slides in some post cards inside the twine.

“You sure are taking this pen pal project seriously, Yugi.” Yamabuki looked over to his dark haired friend with his phone on hand. “I barely even put effort on mine.”

“Look at Yashiro's though,” Amane pointed at the cream haired girl with teal tips sitting in front of him. She was putting a lot of designs for her pen pal letter so that her assigned sender would think that she's a creative person that matches their own aesthetic. “Hey, Yashiro-san, who do you think will be your pen pal?”

“I hope my pen pal is a boy,” Yashiro sighed dreamily as Amane deadpanned at her being a simp for hot and tall guys. He used to like her back then until he realized that he wasn't good enough for her. “And while we're sending letters, we'll fall in love—”

“Okay that's enough delusions, Yashiro.” Amane raised his hand up to prevent her from speaking more of her fantasies. “I've heard enough of them.”

“What did you put in your letter?” Yashiro asked.

“Pretty much about myself, I added some stickers and post cards, just incase my future pen pal would like them.” Amane explained while counting his fingers. “Hopefully they would because I made a lot of effort in it.” he said while scratching his cheek.

“I heard that our letters will be sent to another school and students from our grade will be our pen pals.” Akane explained as he went towards Yamabuki. “If Ao-chan gets a pen pal that is a guy, then I guess I have to eliminate the offender—”

“Whoah chill, Aoi.” Yamabuki glanced up to the red head whose expression quickly changed with a scary one. “What's with the bat though—?”

“Sometimes your obsession scares me.” Amane raised a perfect brow at Akane while resting his cheek to the heel of his palm.

“You're the one to talk.” Akane slightly glared at the smaller male. “At least I have a love life.”

“Fair enough.” Amane grumbled under his breath, looking away from the distasteful Akane. “Wait, you two are dating—?”

Amane was interrupted by their homeroom teacher entering the class. “Good morning class, did you have your letters ready?” Sensei asked as he scratched his chin. “To those who didn't know yet, your letters will be delievered to another school. Expect a letter from your new pen pal on the next day or two.”

The dark haired boy feels his eyes slowly drooping, it's always like this, getting sleepy in the middle of class. The cause? Stargazing.

Amane, ever since he was a little boy, he loved the moon and stars. He would open his window at night and look into his telescope to admire the star studded sky. Looks like he stayed up a little too long before dawn, you can't really blame him, who wouldn't like stargazing.

His eyes can't take it anymore, he needed to snooze off, just for a moment to rest. Amane folded his arms on top of his desk and puts his head down to take a nap.

“The other world at 5:53 is beautiful.”

In a dusk turning into dark, there stood a glowing carousel, spinning in a clockwise motion that seemed like it was twisting forever. Amane wandered around the place, wondering why he standing in front of a lonely ride.

He felt his ears ring and the ground slightly shaking. Amane closed his eyes as he felt the wind blowing against him, then everything stopped.

Amane fluttered his eyes open and saw a girl wearing a different school uniform than theirs. She was around Yashiro's height, he estimated, but nonetheless he never seen this girl before.

In a blink of an eye, she disappeared.

Amane raised his head up immediately from the sleep and panted heavily. Beads of sweat came rolling down from his forehead, his chest rises and then it lowers for a second, and he couldn't breathe properly after that. ‘What was that?’ he thought, drawing his hand near his chest to calm his breathing. ‘Who was that?’

He was sure as hell that he was confused, having a dream about a glowing carousel and a girl wearing a school uniform, whom he had never seen before, whatever that dream was about, he felt goosebumps on his skin. Amane fixed himself, he probably looked like he ran in a marathon and never got to drink water after that. 

“Amane-kun, why do you keep sleeping in class?” Yashiro asked with a stern tone like she was a mother scolding her son for doing something wrong. “You shouldn’t sleep in classes anymore, okay?” she added while handing him her notebook which contains the notes that she took during the lesson.

Yashiro, as one of Amane's friends, was concerned for the boy. She was worried about him, but that doesn't mean the cream haired girl has feelings for the choppy haired guy. Like she said, she isn’t his type. “I’ll try not to sleep in class...” Amane receives the notebook from his female friend. 

“If you sleep again, I won’t lend you my notes anymore.” 

“Okay okay, I won’t sleep next time.” Amane assures her in a sweat dropped expression. “But I make no promises though---”

Yashiro snorted. “By the way---” Amane was interrupted by the school bell beckoning them to go eat their lunch. He sighed, he always gets cut off whenever he says something interesting. The teenage boy slumped his shoulders before going to the rooftop to eat his food.

All alone by himself like he usually does.

Amane was puzzled by the dream he had while he was napping during class. A carousel and a girl he had never seen before, perhaps that it was a lost memory of his or he had actually seen this girl but he doesn't remember her.

He'll figure that out on his own.

The next day felt like any other day. Amane groaned loudly, waking up from his slumber (surprisingly he actually slept) and not wanting to get up from the comfortable bed that he was laying down. He buried his face on one of the pillows. ‘I don't want to wake up, I swear to god.’

“Amane, Amane—”

“What?!” Amane shot his head up and shouted fiercely at his younger twin, Tsukasa who was standing on the door with a towel wrapped around his hips.

“Wake up, we have classes!” Tsukasa reminded him. Amane sighed and slammed his face against the pillow, he felt himself close his eyes to sleep again, until Tsukasa grabbed his face and forcefully removed his brother's face from the pillow. “WAKE UP!”

“I'm up, I'm up!” Amane removed Tsukasa's hands from his face and glared at him. “Jeez, you don't have to scream on my face.” he added while getting off the bed towards the bathroom.

Amane looked into the mirror with half lidded eyes while brushing his teeth, his dark choppy hair was disheveled with few strands of hair slightly sticking out, and his long sleeved shirt that two buttons were unbuttoned where a bit of his chest is showing.

After taking a bath, Amane wrapped a towel around his torso while drying his hair with another towel. He grabbed his uniform that was hanging on the wall and wore it in a speed.

Amane notices that Tsukasa left early which is unusual since he usually leaves early leaving his brother behind. He smiled to himself before heading on to school.

When he arrived, he saw that his classmates are crowded over to his very own desk. Amane pushed his way towards them. “What's going on?” he asked.

“Letters from the other school got recently delivered.” Yashiro answered. “Your pen pal letter is here, and I must say they're very creative.”

Amane felt intrigued all of a sudden, he went to his desk to see the pen pal letter for himself and when he did, his jaw dropped.

A navy blue parcel with constellations around the paper. It was tied by a twine and dried flowers. A smile ghosted upon Amane's lips, the pen pal knew his aesthetics and his love for stars.

He gently grabbed the parcel from his desk and examined it. To Amane's surprise, he saw a tag clipped from the twine, he reads.

[name] [surname].

The name of his new pen pal.

Amane unwrapped the parcel, there's an envelope that was sealed with wax. 'Fancy' he thought to himself as he slightly sticks out his bottom lip. Other than that, there are polaroids and moon stickers, but there is one thing that caught his eye.

A thin book.

Amane picked up the book, it was an astronomy journal that [name] made for him. 'This person must have made a lot of effort, I admire that.'

Amane opened the envelope first, inside was a neatly folded letter, he carefully unfolded it using his fingers.

Hi Amane Yugi-san,

I'm [name] [surname], your pen pal for this quarter! Well I made an astronomy journal since I saw your letter talking about yourself, hope you like it though ヾ(〃^∇^)ﾉ 

After reading the letter, a smile broke down from Amane’s visuals. His pen pal is revealed to be a girl who is a first year highschool student, like him, studying from Sanaol Academy, which is far from Kamome.

Time flew by like a shooting star in a dark blue sky, Amane went home feeling giddy to write his response to [name]. When he got to his room he immediately grabbed a lot of art materials to work on the letter.

Hello [name]-san,

Thanks for the journal, I love the contents inside of it. Anyways, I hope we'll meet someday and talk about the stars together! I have a playlist where you can listen while stargazing hehe~

Amane smiled to himself, resting his cheek to the heel of his palm while writing his letter to [name]. Maybe this pen pal project isn't going to be bad after all.

Meanwhile in [name]'s side, she was sitting on her swivel chair with a cheeky smile on her face while reading Amane's letter. The strands of her hair are falling to her hair, admiring his words.

“[name], dinner's ready!”

“Coming!” [name] grinned before going downstairs to eat dinner with her family.

“The door of my dreams unreal, you from my memories become real”

@closetweebsmh @closetwaffle

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Trials of Emi

Pairing: A little Minho. A sprinkle of Frypan. Gally x Emi(OC)

Summary: Emi, her twin brother Thomas, and a small group of gladers had been rescued and taken to a safe haven. Or so it seemed. It doesn't take long for Thomas to realize something is wrong. What happens next is a true trial for all of them but Emi's trials began the moment she was ripped away from a dying Gally. Watching someone you love die right before your eyes truly takes a toll.

Finally meeting the right arm could have been the end but betrayal leads to even more chaos and loss. A new mission to rescue those taken from them leads them to a city. The last city. After Emi finally comes to terms with everything that's happened something unfolds that changes everything again. She will have to not only deal with helping her brother take down WCKD and save their friend but also deal with all the new problems in her head and her heart.

Rating: As of right now it’s at most PG13. Some strong language that’s about it but it could change.

(This is the 2nd part/book to my other story "The Maze trials: A Gally Fanfiction". This will cover the events of the scorch trails and the death cure.)

Chapter Seven

One by one we were pulled towards the floor then untied. Teresa, Thomas, and Minho were already untied. They were working on Newt when the sound of a helicopter distracted all of us.

"What the hell is that?" I asked over the noise.

"WCKD," Thomas said as he scrambled to help Teresa and Minho.

"Good evening, this is the World Catastrophe Kill Zone Department. We have your compound completely surrounded. You've found yourselves, through no fault of your own, in possession of WCKD property. Return them to us unharmed and we'll consider this a simple misunderstanding. Or you can resist and every last one of you will die. It won't be long before the flare wipes out the rest of us. The hope for the cure rests in your hands. The choice is yours." Janson's unmistakable voice was shouting.

I was the last one pulled free of the ropes. Thomas helped me to my feet then he took a quick look at my shoulder. It was getting worse. It was bleeding again and throbbing.

"We have to move! Quickly!" Thomas shouted then turned to lead the group.

We followed close behind him out of the room we'd been hanging in. Instant chaos was what we heard. People were running in the distance and screaming. We kept to the shadows as we looked for a way out. Thomas pushed through a door. Just as we were all inside a man appeared holding a gun on us. Thomas raised his hands as the man sneered at him. A shot rang out causing us to instantly search for who was the victim. To our surprise, the man in front of us fell on the floor. Behind him stood the same girl who had led us to Jorge. She put the gun to her side then nodded.

"Come with me" she ordered then turned for us to follow her.

Thomas hesitated for a second then started to run after her. She led us back through the building to a set of stairs. We all started running up them behind her. As soon as we did loud music started to play.

"Brenda!" A man shouted.

Jorge appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Hurry, we don't have much time. Let's go, let's go, let's go." Jorge said pointing for us to go to the left.

We all ran behind Brenda and Jorge.

"Right this way," Jorge said then shoved open a large door.

I gasped at the drop in front of us. It was a massive canyon below with other building all the way on the other side of it.

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me." Fry groaned as he looked down.

"Not me Hermano, you kids want to get to the Right Arm? I'll lead you to them but you're gonna owe me." Jorge said to the group.

He turned back to the wire that was above his head. He reached up grabbing something then yanking it down. It was some kind of tied up rope.

"Follow me!" He shouted as he slung himself down the wire and across the canyon.

"Alright, let's go!" Brenda shouted pulling down another rope.

We all looked at Thomas.

"Go, go" he shouted moving so we'd all be in front of him.

Minho went first. Clint went down followed by Newt. I stepped up to the rope Brenda was holding for me. I grabbed it then took a deep breath before launching myself down the wire-like the rest of them. By the time I got to the end where the others were waiting I was laughing. That was the coolest thing I've ever done. I came down quickly but Minho was there with his arms spread wide. I tripped as I landed but Minho caught me. He pulled me out of the way quickly as Aris came in behind me. Right behind him was Teresa.

"Where's Thomas?" I asked her as I stepped out of Minho's arms.

She looked back up to where we all came from. He should have been right behind Teresa. Brenda should have been too. We all watched hoping the pair would appear any second. The building across from us went up in flames as explosion after explosion went off.

"No!" I screamed trying to grab the rope to somehow get back over there.

Hands were grabbing my arms pulling me back. I could feel the tears on my cheeks as the hands turned me around. I was pulled into a chest with strong arms tightly around me.

"Brenda knows other ways out. We have to move." Jorge said to the group.

"He's Thomas he's gonna be fine," Minho whispered into my hair.

I was praying he was right. I lost Gally. I can't lose Thomas too. We all followed Jorge until he stopped at the edge of the building we were in.

"This town we are going in isn't the nicest so stick close and keep your head down. We are going to find an old friend of mine." Jorge informed us.

He stepped out slowly onto the sand. I was cautious to do the same. I had Newt on one side and Minho on the other. We walked slowly into the sand-covered road. I couldn't see anyone out. They were probably all inside their homes asleep. It did seem late at night.

"We are gonna lay low for the night," Jorge whispered then turned to the right.

As we walked down the side road I noticed two men standing off to the side in the shadows. I eyed them as we walked past. The others didn't seem to notice them. I had slowed down a little from my distraction. Newt and Minho were both walking in front of me now. I moved to get back between them but I never made it there. Two sets of hands grabbed me from behind. Two hands pinned my arms to my back causing the pain in my shoulder to skyrocket. The other two hands grabbed my face and covered my mouth. They yanked me back from my friends. I thrashed as hard as I could. I tried to scream but his hand had my voice muffled. I started to kick my legs wildly until I connected with one of the men. The hand covering my mouth released me so I screamed the first name that came to me.

"Minho!" I screamed as loud as I could.

The hand slapped back over my mouth muffling me again. I could hear my friends shouting for me. I couldn't say or do anything else as the men dragged me into a building.

I was thrown to the ground harshly. The lights inside the room were dim but I could see two makeshift beds on the floor. The room was old and rundown.

"What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here?" One of the men asked as he stood over me.

"None of your business." I snapped at him.

Both men chuckled. The one standing over me squatted as I pulled myself into a sitting position. My shoulder was pulsing with pain as more blood slowly seeped out.

"Please, I'm injured," I said softly.

"Why do you think we grabbed you?" The man by the door said.

"Easy prey" the man squatting said.

I looked at him with disgust clear on my face. I had no clue what these men were about to do to me but I wasn't going to go down without a fight. The man next to me sat down on his knees then leaned forward to grab a piece of my hair. He stuck his nose against my hair then took a deep breath. I tried to pull myself out of his grasp but he only tightened his hold. I felt weaker than usual. I couldn't do much to fight him off.

"Emi!" I heard the shout of my name from outside.

The man by the door turned to hold the door closed like someone was about to barge in.

"Minho! Newt!" I screamed.

The man next to me covered my mouth with his hand again. This time he positioned himself behind me on his knees. He pulled my back completely against his front. I heard a faint click making me turn my head to see a knife in the man's hand. My eyes widened in fear as I tried to get out of his hold. The more I moved the worse the pain in my shoulder got. The door suddenly jolted like someone had ran into it. The man standing against it moved to put his full weight against it. Something rammed into it again.

"Emi!" Minho's voice shouted from the other side of the door.

I tried to tell him I was here but the sudden feeling of a cold blade against my throat had me trying to keep my breathing steady. The door was taking a heavy beating and the man standing against it seemed to be struggling to keep it closed.

The door finally flew open as Minho and Newt practically tumbled into the room. Fry, Clint, Aris, and Jorge were right behind them. Minho's eyes caught mine as the knife's blade was pressed harder against my skin.

"Let her go," Minho demanded the man holding me.

The man laughed then grabbed my shoulder after releasing my mouth. I hissed as the pain increased.

A loud shot rang out making everyone jump. Jorge had shot the man the was once holding the door closed. He turned pointing the gun at the man holding me.

"We don't have a lot of time to waste. So do as the boy said and let her go." Jorge said menacingly.

The man holding me growled then slowly released me. Minho was quick to grab my hand and pull me to my feet.

"Are you okay?" He asked as he grabbed each side of my face.

My body was aching from the damage to my shoulder. The blood had finally slowed but I felt light-headed and dizzy. I held onto Minho's biceps trying to steady myself.

"No" I whispered.

Minho moved to my side that wasn't injured then wrapped his arm around my waist.

"We need to get her somewhere safe," Newt said to Jorge.

Jorge nodded then led the group back out onto the sand-covered road. Minho held me close to him as he moved as fast as he could. Jorge made two more turns before stopping in front of another door. He opened it then gestured for us to go in.

Once Minho got me inside he slowly laid me on the ground. When Jorge stepped inside he flipped a switch turning on a few dim lights.

"How do you feel?" Clint asked as he kneeled beside me.

"Everything hurts and I'm dizzy. I'm really dizzy." I said softly.

"How long has she had that wound?" Jorge asked.

"A few days," Clint told him.

"Has it been bleeding the whole time?" Jorge asked.

I nodded.

"She's losing too much blood. We need to stop or at least slow the bleeding." Jorge said coming to kneel beside me.

Minho was quick to grab his shirt then tear a large bit of it off. He gave the cloth to Jorge. Jorge moved the cloth sling then tied Minho's shirt tightly around the wound. I hissed as he did so. Minho held my hand even after Jorge was standing again.

"That will have to do until we can get a hold of better supplies to treat her," Jorge said.

"What now?" Newt asked.

"We wait here until morning then find Marcus," Jorge told him.

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[sam-winchesters-lost-shoe]

Day 11: Kevin x Reader

Ship: Kevin Tran x Reader

Trope: College Au

Type: Fluff

Words: 1.2K

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"Alright, let's see......which particles in soil are the smallest and retain the most moisture?"

"Come on, Kevin, lets take a break." You begged and leaned forward so your head was resting against the table. You had been studying for so long that the questions were starting to blur together more and more, and no matter how much you thought about it you couldn't remember the answer. .

"It's clay." Kevin answered and flipped to another study card. You sighed and sat back up while he continued to start the next question. You cut him off with a groan.

"Kevin, we've been at this for hours. Can we take a break for a little bit? I'm starving, let's get some food or something."

He looked up at you and nodded slowly, almost a bit hesitant. You felt a wave of guilt wash over you and reached out to put your hand over his.

You had asked him to help you study. You weren't exactly at the top of your class, so when you had been having a hard time with your latest unit of Earth Science, he had gladly accepted to help tutor you. It was almost like he didn't realize how tired you had gotten, and now he was suddenly aware of all the work you had been doing.

"Kevin, my test isn't for a week. We've got lots of time, okay? I appreciate it and everything, I really do, but I just need to take a breather. Why don't we order a pizza and watch a show?"

"Yeah....sorry." He apologized and closed up your binder of notes. He slid it across the table and smiled back, giving your hand a quick squeeze.

"I'm pretty hungry too, actually. Pizza sounds great."

You grinned and reached for your phone, dialing the number of the closest pizza place while Kevin moved over to the couch to start looking for something you could watch. It wasn't a rare occurrence for your studying to end this way. He'd been your best friend since you started college, and since you had been taking a few of the same classes you got along pretty much right away. He was practically your only close friend that was at the same school, but you didn't mind at all.

Half an hour later you were both munching on delicious pizza and watching reruns of The Office. It was pretty late by now, but you curled up under the blankets with Kevin's side presses against yours on the small couch.

You hadn't even realized how late it had gotten until your head drooped down to rest on his shoulder. By now Kevin was already snoring softly, so you didn't fight the exhaustion that crept up.

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"Crap! It's already 8:00!" Kevin hissed and jumped to his feet. Your head had still been on his shoulder, so when he got up you almost fell over.

"Kevin? What's wrong?" You yawned and rubbed your eyes. He hurried to change into a clean sweater, since he had dropped a slice of pizza on his shirt the night before.

"I forgot to set an alarm. Class starts in 20 minutes."

"What?!" You shrieked and jumped up a moment later. You both began your panicked frenzy to get ready as quickly as possible, deciding to skip breakfast and opt for a piece of gum instead of toothpaste. Approximately 4 minutes later you were both in the car and driving to school, dressed in clean clothes but in need of a shower.

Luckily your apartment was only a few minutes from the campus, so you pulled into the parking lot with a few minutes to spare. You and Kevin scrambled into the lecture hall and took your seats just as the professor was getting ready to start the lesson. You both let out audible sighs of relief, taking deep breaths to try and calm yourselves down.

Glancing around at your classmates, you felt eyes on you. A few people were looking over at you and whispering, but you had no idea why. Then the girl sitting next to you scribbled something on a scrap of paper and passed it over to you discreetly.

You took the paper and unfolded it, eyes widening when you read her small, scribbled font.

Did you and Kevin sleep together last night?

You whipped around to face the girl, face burning pink as you hissed "What the hell is this?" Under your breath.

The girl raised an eyebrow and leaned closer.

"Your clothes are all wrinkled and your hair is a mess. Plus you guys drove here together."

You couldn't form a response at that, glancing at Kevin out of the corner of your eye. Luckily he was too focused on the lesson to make out what the girl was saying.

"Hey, I'm not shaming you or anything. I went to high school with him, and I've never seen him date anyone. Just curious is all."

"No, we didn't......" you shook your head and folded up to note to stuff it in your pocket before Kevin noticed.

"He was helping me study and we fell asleep watching TV. Nothing happened."

"Oh. I thought you guys were kinda cute, too. He gets nervous around people sometimes, but he doesn't seem to get too nervous around you. It just seemed like there was something going on."

The girl shrugged and went back to listening to the lecture while you sat in stunned silence. You snuck a glance at Kevin out of the corner of your eye, fighting a smile upon seeing his messy hair that he didn't have time to comb.

Nothing had happened between you two. You had been friends for years now, ever since starting college. There were times that you wished it would progress to something more, but he hadn't exactly shown any romantic interest.

But then again, he had fallen asleep last night with his arm around you. He'd never done that before. You'd be lying if you said the idea of a relationship with him hadn't been appealing to you before. He was one of the kindest people you'd ever met, insanely smart, and although he was shy he had a good sense of humor. You practically went everywhere with him already, so you weren't surprised if people thought you were dating.

You felt a bit of heat coloring your face and looked down at the desk, watching the way his pencil moved on the paper.

Oh. Right. Notes.

You hurried to get out your binder and take notes. You started scrambling to catch up, and he slid his notebook over so you could copy things down.

"Thanks." You whispered and leaned closer so you could get a better look.

"Don't worry about it." He replied, smiling back at you. You looked up and saw the innocent grin on his face. You felt your cheeks start to burn again and focused on writing.

Your arms were practically touching again, and it only reminded you of the way you'd fallen asleep the night before.

You glanced over at the girl next to you, who winked playfully at you as if she knew exactly what you were thinking.

Maybe she had a point after all.

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hey i've got a pretty specific ask, but it's long and doesn't all fit in the askbox so I'm gonna split it into 3 separate asks - but it's all the same prompt!!! sorry that it's so long, but I'd love to see you write it if you have time!

Request: Shiro'sfem!reader s/o meeting up with Lance and Keith when back on earth andthey're accompanied by an old female friend of theirs from theirclass at the garrison (garrison girl - GG for short but you can nameher whatever). GG notices that s/o is wearing Shiro's military dogtags and is silently like ‘that should be me’ cos she’s been inlove with him since pre-kerberos but it was unrequited because shewas younger and keith’s buddy so ‘big bro’ Shiro only ever sawher as that. (1 of 3)

SoShiro joins them all in the evening at a bar and is all love-y withhis s/o upon arrival + GG is all ‘TAKASHI I MISSED YOU’ and grabshim into a huge hug and for the rest of the night is overly flirtyand trying real hard to make s/o jealous and start a fight but s/o isamused like ‘gurl he loyal AF good luck’ cos she can see thatalthough Shiro is enjoying GG’s company, the neutral body languagehe uses with her and the look of romantic disinterest in his eyes forGG is super clear. (2 of 3)

Softpost night out reassurance to S/O from Keith/Lance when they get home(after Shiro falls asleep) that space dad's only interested in hiss/o and she will never have anything to worry about and that shirowould only ever give his tags away when he was certain the otherperson was the one forever. [tbf this part could actually be separatefrom the rest of this ask if you prefer] ALSO Man I’m soooooo sorrythis was LONG and super specific hahahahaha thanks!! [3 of 3] 

   Her attempts weregood, at least.

   She was clearlytrying hard. Every little giggle that escaped her mouth, or the wayshe would slap Shiro's arm whenever he said anything remotely funny.The way she would practically throw herself across his lap toexaggerate just how hilarious theman was.

   Itwas a good try, but one that was clearly falling flat.

   Youdidn't want to be that person. Thatperson who was so protective over their significant other thathanging out with the opposite gender was banned, off limits, nothappening. Those types of people were annoying, clearly with mildtrust issues.

   Andyou trusted Shiro. That much was clear by the way you were sitting sopatiently between Keith and Lance, watching the show unfold.

   Shirohad arrived only five minutes late to the meal Lance had planned forthe day. He had wanted to get to know Hannah, who was an old familyfriend of Shiro's. You had met her once or twice before; oncewhenever you and Shiro weren't dating, and that gave you plenty oftime to understand just how she felt about your now-boyfriend.

   Shehad always had a crush on him, you knew. From the way she blushedwhenever he walked up to her, or the way she always stiffened at theside of him whenever he addressed her. He called her 'Han' a lot ofthe time, a quirky nickname which was all in good fun, though Hannahtook it as more than that, apparently.

   Thedinner was going well in your eyes. Hannah was quite simplyembarrassing herself, which didn't take away from the fact that yourfettuccine alfredo tasted incredible.

   “So,Shiro,” Hannah started once again. She had started almost everysentence she had spoken with those two words. “Tell me more aboutthe Garrison, then. What happened to you and Matthew?”

   Youinwardly shivered at the way she used Matt's full name. Lance andKeith nearly choked trying to hold back their laughter.

   Shirowas oblivious to the ongoing inside joke being passed between you andthe two boys. He turned to his friend, smiling like he always did.Her face turned beetroot red at the attention and she quickly took asip of her water in an attempt to hide any evidence.

   “Wedon't wanna talk about that here,” Shiro said. “It was a badtime. We're here to have fun, right?”

   Shiroreached over the table and took your hand at the question. Hannah'ssmile immediately wavered, whilst you smiled at Shiro and nodded,intertwining your fingers and running your thumb soothingly over hisknuckles.

   “Right,”Lance hollered. “Han, you're the guest of honour. Tell us a bitabout you.”    Keith's face was red as he tried to hold backhis laughter, and you swiftly kicked him under the table in anattempt to tell him to shut up.

   Hannahraised her perfectly plucked eyebrows, folding her arms over herchest as Shiro pulled his hand back. She seemed to relax at theaction, though Shiro's eyes were still on you, a silent question:“What's going on with Lance and Keith?”

   Youshook your head in reply, waving your hand to inform him that youwould tell him everything later.

   “OnlyShiro calls me Han,” Hannah said. She didn't miss the opportunityto run her fingers over Shiro's arm, which made Keith and Lance bothsplutter with laughter. “Anyway, there's not much to tell. Shiroand I have been friends for as long as we can remember, and he'salways been a big help in my life, you know? We met-”

   “Theyasked about you, Han,” Shiro cut in. “Not about our friendship.I'll tell them all about that later on.”

   Keithcovered his face at this point, nearly spitting up his onion ring ashe tried to bite back even more bubbling laughter. Lance was coveringhis mouth, silent tears of joy rolling down his cheek at thesituation.

   Youcould feel your own amusement bubbling to the surface, and youquickly took a drink of your water in an attempt to hide it.

   Thenight continued on like this – poor attempts at flirting, Shiro'sodd bursts of PDA which made Hannah's entire body tense up. She knewyou two were together – the second time you had the 'privilege' tomeet her, you and Shiro didn't hide the fact that you were a couple.

   Shewas just trying to win something now.

   Gettingback home, you, Lance and Keith were finally allowed to let loose thebubbles of laughter you had been trying to hide the entire night.

   Shirowent straight to bed as soon as he was in the door, pecking yourcheek goodnight before grumbling about how full he was until hisvoice became nothing but a dull pang againstthe thick walls of the ship.

  Assoon as the door closed, you ran your hands through your hair. Keithand Lance fell back against the sofa, howling in uncontrollablelaughter.

   “Didyou see whenever she dropped her napkin and tried to get Shiro topick it up for her?” Lance exclaimed, throwing his head backagainst the cushions he had just squashed. “Oh my God, how you kepta straight face out there, Y/N, I have no idea.”   You shookyour head. “I don't know how I did it, either. It was soembarrassing.”

   “Atleast you know he's loyal,” Keith commented, coming down from hishigh a lot quicker than Lance was. “You have nothing to worryabout. Seriously. We all saw how he was with you tonight.”

   Youarched a brow as you slid off your dress coat, revealing the plaingrey shirt you wore underneath. “How he was?”

   “Shiro,”Keith confirmed. “Don't pretend like you didn't notice. He was allover you tonight. It made our Han quite mad.”    “Oh, mybaby,” Lance squeaked through his laughter.

   Yourolled your eyes. Shiro had never been one for PDA, and the oddholding of your hand or the odd smile sent in your direction wasn'tenough for you to believe that that part of his personality hadchanged, though it certainly was different from what you were usedto. He usually barely even touched you in public – the odd smile,but nothing more. If he was leaving, he would peck your cheek andmaybe tug at your hand, but usually leaving the ship meant business.

   Youpondered on the thought for a while as you get to cleaning up thekitchen which Pidge, Hunk, Allura and Coran had left in a state.

   Youwere almost positive Shiro knew about Hannah's advances towards him.Perhaps he thought you cared – perhaps that was why he was goingthe extra mile to make sure you knew you were his one and only.

   Thatwas the thing, though – you knew. He proved it to you everyday, andhe didn't need to go out of his comfort zone to do it. The way hewoke you up every morning with a soft kiss to your temple, or the wayhe sometimes made you coffee and he apologised whenever he realisedhe had made it too strong, but you would drink it anyway because youtried hard, baby.

   Thatwas what proved to you that you two were in love. Not how he reactedto some girl who was trying too hard.

   Yousmiled to yourself. Our Han.