#For when I'm drawing a blank on Confessing It and the other thing with the lamb outfit I recently started

[tswwwit]

CYOA Game: Part Five!

"You're an idiot," You say, voice flat.

"I'm not hearing a no." Bill's voice has turned, if possible, even more smug. "You got something up your sleeve, don'tcha?"

Technically, yes, but also no. You didn't have anything nefariously flirty in mind; your only 'plan' for the day was neutral at best. The only *current* plan is not letting Bill know you didn't pull one off.

Bill, for his part, takes the silence as confirmation. "Jeez, sapling, you usually got a better retort than 'nothing'. You must have something big going to get your brain all busy." A tut, sounding amused. "Come up with a better coverup next time."

You glance down at the failed spell, and grimace.

Lying to Bill is pointless; even after he's had a few, he'll zero in on it in no time flat. Part of you would like the hand in figuring out what went wrong. Another, bigger part doesn't feel like hearing mockery on top of your failure....

So you change the subject instead.

"How's the party going?"

"Eh, I've been to better. The host is a drag, it's a cash bar, and half the crowd's playing friggin' 'spin the human'. I got zilch to do here." Bill sounds grumpy; he must not be having the best time - and consequently, has spent the majority of it at the bar. Paid or not.

You make a soft agreeing sound. Yep, doesn't sound great. Bill huffs, going on about the rest of the party's inadequacy, talking over you in slightly slurred current of complaints -

But an idea must strike him, because his next sentence is oddly perky - "Hey! Why don't you come join me instead? Not like you got anything going on, allegedly!"

[3minsover]

back on my steddie bullshit fr

Thinking about hope(ful)less romantic Steve driving to Eddie's trailer in the pouring rain to finally confess his love after months of dancing around each other and almost-confessions that crumble on the tips of their tongues before they can become anything real.

Steve finds himself pacing around the ground floor of a house that's too big and too quiet, thinking about a guy who should never, ever have taken up as much of his brain as he currently does. It's a Friday night, and Eddie's most likely out at a gig, or at a bar, or doing nerd shit. He's most likely doing anything but thinking about Steve. And yet here Steve is, entirely preoccupied with the reckless marvel that is Eddie Munson.

Fuck it.

It's been four months since Vecna, and everyone seems to be okay again. It's been long enough that it wouldn't be weird for Steve to make a move, right?

Before Steve can really consider what it is he's about to do, he has his keys in hand and he's heading out towards his car. He doesn't even realize it was raining until he steps out onto the porch, tugging the door shut behind him. And there's not much thought that goes into any of it, really. It's instinctive, the way Steve knows the route to Eddie's place by now. Regardless of the thrashing of his heart, there's an easy kind of familiarity in the sodden streets and jutting roads. Steve's windshield wipers are working double time, fending off the sheets of rain that pile down amidst the humidity of late July; it'd been a cloudless day until the sun set. But like the heaviness of Steve's heart, the clouds had begun to weigh themselves down with water, waiting for the moment where the heft of it all became too much.

Steve hadn't quite beaten those clouds to the punch.

He arrives at Eddie's with really no recollection of how he'd gotten there, only that he needed to see him and nothing was going to get in his way. Eddie's already sitting out on the porch when he pulls up. The dusty ground is darker, saturated with fat, relentless raindrops. Eddie sits on the steps of his trailer, only just covered by the awning. The toes of his sneakers shine with wetness.

"Why are you out here?" Steve asks, clambering out of his car. It's all he can think to say. It's not the words he wants to purge, not the things that have been itching in his throat every time they've been alone together for the last however-many weeks. But it's what comes out.

"Wanted to hear the rain," Eddie responds, a cigarette pinched between his thumb and pointer finger. It's a simple enough response. Shouldn't warrant a reaction. Only, Steve's standing a few yards away, dampening by the moment, and he needs to just get it out.

"I need to- I gotta talk to you," Steve stutters, drifting closer. Eddie's eyes narrow.

"About what?" he asks, clearly skeptical.

"About you. Or, me. Us. I- shit, I used to be good at this." Steve raises a hand to swipe over his mouth: it comes away wet. He's fucking soaked, standing defenceless against the onslaught from above. Eddie flicks the cigarette and the butt lands at the base of the steps. He hinges upright, dropping down a step until the raindrops begin to splatter onto his curls, landing like spits of silver against the glow of the street lamps overhead.

"Good at what?" Eddie calls through the low rumble of the rain.

"Good at- I dunno, confessions? I told Nancy how I felt about her no problem. Robin was a little tougher, but I still got through that, but with you," Steve gushes, entirely unsure as to where he's going with this, "I just can't seem to find the words."

For an impossible amount of time, Eddie stares. His pretty features seem to go through about a half dozen emotions before he settles on something that Steve's soul recognizes as pity. He prepares himself for inevitable rejection.

"You're telling me you can't find the words?" Eddie asks, incredulous, "Dude, i'm a songwriter, a fucking wordsmith, and I've been drawing a blank on you for months!"

Steve squints, a little at a loss.

"What?" he asks, feels stupid for not getting it straight away.

"Steve, I should be able to write songs about the guy I love, right?"

"Well- Yeah- I- Wait, what?" Steve starts before Eddie's words catch up. The rain's growing heavier, beginning to sting his cheeks a little, but he's fixed to the spot, not daring to move any closer. It's Eddie that draws nearer, dropping down the final steps until they're on even footing.

"If you hadn't- If you didn't come over here tonight, I was gonna- I was gonna come to you. I had this whole fuckin' speech planned out - I'm pretty sure it was stupid, honestly, but I wrote it anyway, because I have all these goddamn feelings about you, Steve. And I couldn't find a way to make them sound like anything other than what they are." Eddie's waves are flattening by the second, darkening under the weight of the water falling from above. Steve's heart pounds against his ribs, threatens to break free altogether.

"But I- I came here to- You're- Eddie?"

"Fuck sake, Steve. I'm-"

"Wait." Steve interrupts him, his brain catching up all at once, overfilling and spilling over. "Wait, just let me- Can I say what I was gonna say?"

Eddie folds his arms around himself, chilled by the rain despite the thick warmth of summer around them.

"Sure. Shoot."

Steve heaves in a breath.

"Okay. Eddie. I've been thinking, and you and me, we're good, right? Like, for each other." A droplet of rain catches between Steve's lashes, forcing him to blink it away. Eddie's slim figure remains in front of him, proving that this is real, this isn't some hallucination, some daydream borne of an idle brain. "I think you and me could be something good. Great, even. And I- I- I think I- I know you maybe said it already, and I shouldn't even be-" Eddie strides forward, closing the space between them in a breathless moment. Steve's breath catches in his throat. Eddie's dark eyes dart frantically between Steve's own, so round and wide and beautiful. Steve's so in love with him. "Eddie, I'm- I think I've... fallen in love with you." Steve skates his palms over Eddie's biceps, up and over his shoulders, until he's cradling the sides of Eddie's neck. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm in love with you."

Where they're so closely matched in height, Steve's eyes are crossing just to keep his gaze focused on Eddie, who's looking more like the proverbial deer in headlights right now.

"Shit, Harrington," Eddie breathes, and Steve feels it warm against his rain-chilled lips, "took you long enough."

It's a kiss that follows, soft and hesitant, like Steve would do anything but lean into it, like he's anything but head over heels, absolutely and embarrassingly in love. it's a kiss, and it's wet and a little too cold, a little too out in the open, but Steve wouldn't change it for anything.

[ouiouimochi]

Soshiro Hoshina headcanons

pairing: soshiro hoshina x reader

genre: romance, fluff, miniscule baby sized angst

wc: 1k

warning/s: short, there's mention of seggs but only that-not much details, no beta we die die, wonky phone format yey

note: "bold italic" means it was spoken in a different language

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he's deffo a polyglot— he's part of a renowned traditional clan. I'm sure he had lessons as a kid since he's a direct heir? he also reads a lot of literature so that's something

pre-dating, soshiro would definitely be telling you phrases in different languages

you may or may not understand some if not all of what he says

but one day, he made a mistake (or was it?) of saying his confession in a language you actually understood and can respond in

“I love you, you know?”

“I love you too” you'd respond

so when dating him, he'd call you all sorts of endearments in different languages

your favorite has to be the one he uses in your native language/the language you understood

that's bc it reminds you of how he confessed to you— wait maybe he's been confessing to you all this time but you just weren't aware

you loved it when he spoke in the language only you two knew (as far as everyone was concerned)

your flirting consists of calling each other by endearments in different languages

the poor defense force can only watch and listen

imagine what's it like to be in operations and hearing,

“Good luck, mi amor”

“Aking sinta, be careful”

although they barely understood, they knew the context from your tones

cue the groans of embarrassment from everyone aside from you two lmao

you two bond over reading

it'd be funny to have the two of you be the duo where one reads classical texts

the other reads ahem ahem fanfiction

we know who is who here

soshiro would be open to listening to your fanfiction rants

he thinks how fanfiction sometimes has better plot than some of what he read

he'd sometimes catch you smiling and kicking your feet up in the air and softly smiles at how adorable you were

he'd know what genre you were reading by your reactions too

he knows you're reading fluff when you're smiling and giggling to yourself

he knows you're reading angst when you bite your lips

he knows you're reading smut when your face is just blank

soshiro would definitely tease the heck out of you for reading smut while in his presence like,

“Dear, I'm right here?”

like why go for fiction when you can go for the real thing right?

he would definitely pout if you don't take notice of him while you're engrossed with reading

he definitely bites

like come on what are those fangs for if not for that-

imagine you two were just cuddling and he let the intrusive thoughts win of biting you

ever since then, he kept biting you randomly

his bites would hurt— sometimes would draw blood if he felt like it

it comes so randomly too like

he's having cuteness aggression? he'll bite you

he's hugging you from behind? he'll stuff his nose into the curve where your shoulder and neck meet then bite

he just want to bite you fr

even sometimes during bedroom activities ngl i dig that-

his breakup trope is definitely the “his first priority was his job, you were second” or “he had too little time to spend on and with you”

ik it's been covered by a lot of writers already but d a m n it hits like a truck

imagine he had to say at the start of the relationship that he can't promise to make you his priority

that you were not the first thing he'd come runing to

that he won't always be able to come home

that one day he won't even be able to come home

you were a fool to believe that you understood, that you accepted it

but to save you the pain, he breaks up with you, or you break up with him

he was fully aware of what a relationship with him implied

up to the imagination if you two ended up back together or just full on angst

when you get married or engaged, he'd give you a ring and would be absolutely obsessed with how the band looks on your finger

even though it's impractical for a soldier to have a ring on the field, he'd hang it on a chain around his neck

reminding him about the promise he must keep close to his heart

a promise to come home to you

he'd always touch and rub the ring on your finger

when he hugs you

when he cuddles you

when he claims you (aha)

one time he overheard you gushing about your ring to your friends and he couldn't help but smile

he'd note to himself to tease you about it at times

when there was someone hitting on you(if someone had the balls to lmao) he'd come up to take your hand in his

he'd bring it up to his lips to kiss the ring specifically so that the person trying to flirt with you focused their attention on the band

so that they'd take the hint to back the fuck off

you found his gesture to be endearing and he ends up habitually doing it every time you see each other

when you're on your period

he's very careful with you

very very soft and affectionate to you

absolutely spoils you

but there are times that he’s busy with his duties, so he stops by to check on you whenever he was free

he'd constantly be asking if you needed anything before he went to your quarters

suggestive 18+ CHILDREN LOOK AWAY

there would also be times when you two were cuddling

he would be horny— it just happens I don't make the rules

you know he's in the mood when he cuddles you from behind, digging his face into the juncture between your neck and shoulder

he’d leave behind light kisses at first, before proceeding with longer and wetter ones on your skin

“Soshiro?”

“Hmm?” he'd act innocent as if he didn't have his hardened crotch pressed up against your ass

“I'm on my period”

“So?” he grins into your skin before biting down

“Soshiro, no” you smack him

buuuutt if you were also in the mood

imagination 🌈✨

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taglist: @justwinginglife , @lumiambrose , @minasfwoopyponytail , @ryescapades, @iamjellyfish , @17020 , @floweringdaisie

[darkcircles4lyfe]

I've given it some thought--

Now, if you've read any of my posts and you've read 430, you know there are a lot of ways it falls short of what I wanted. On the other hand, I can respect an open ending, one where we are allowed and encouraged to dream. All things considered, I'm not satisfied or disappointed, but a secret third thing... bear with me.

For a lot of storylines, I can fill in the blanks how I want.

I'm heartbroken over Himiko's fate, but there's no denying that the lack of camera footage leaves open the possibility of her simply disappearing. Perhaps she is waiting in hiding for the world to change, just like Lady Nagant.

Dr. Yoshida is described as someone who can cure the incurable. That may be referring to Katsuki, but the doctor himself said it's a complete mystery how he survived, all Katsuki's own doing. Maybe he cured someone else in those 8 years... someone like Touya?

Honestly I got nothing on Tenko but who knows. Who knows! Something something OFA connection. Izuku having vestige visions. Idk.

As for the manner in which society is changing, I'm drawn to Shouji's speech: "I'm dedicating the honor to those who joined the uprising eight years ago. All I've done is stand atop the resolve that they demonstrated to the world, nothing more." That at least tells me his earlier judgment of the other heteromorphs "setting them back" was a narrow point of view Shouji was supposed to grow out of, rather than a way of Horikoshi trying to criticize revolutionaries. In general, just because a character says something doesn't mean we're supposed to take it as gospel. That's lit crit 101, people.

Then there's Izuku. Once again I am feeling this pretty close to home. I keep coming back to the fact that the class is 24/25 now and I'm 25, man. On top of that, anyone else who was 14/15 ten years ago when the manga started gets to feel like we've all grown up together. I wanted catharsis for Izuku's trauma so badly. I wanted words. But I can't deny that the way Izuku is shown attempting to make the best of things and be content with a humbler life resonates with me, as painful as it is, as much as I know deep down he's kidding himself. It doesn't surprise me that he kept his walls up all this time and continued to shun his "selfishness."

I almost feel like there's an all-encompassing narrative theme being expressed here, in the fact that Izuku was trying to push past his pain and focus on the next generation, but surprise, his story's not over yet. I think the implied message there is that more can be done in the here and now, and maybe other stories that seem to be over, aren't.

With these things in mind, I can take the ending in stride, even if this is all the more we get from Horikoshi. However. There's one thing that is jolting me out of my peace every time I start to get comfortable here. It's actually related to the storyline that got the most closure.

I've seen a lot of fellow bkdk enjoyers calling their conclusion the best part of the ending, and I agree with that. They got a truly full circle moment, and a way of communicating to the reader that they're together, they have their forever, in a way that is personal to them. It's not "canon" in the way a kiss or a confession is, but I've said it before--this makes sense for them. And Horikoshi also did something legitimately interesting and groundbreaking by not making Ochako confess, not showing her future being tied to the main character as a love interest.

No, the thing that's bugging me is a seemingly small detail: why does Izuku and Katsuki holding hands at the end, of all things, have to be implied? Lots of things about 430 make sense in the context of the interview Horikoshi recently gave where he expressed being content with what he has drawn, and what he has left to the imagination. But not this. You can't convince me he didn't want to draw this. It's a motherfucking story about hands. This is the one thing I was 110% certain would happen. It's been teased for forever. Katsuki clearly wanted it so bad. So many other characters got to hold Izuku's hand in-frame. What the hell. Why.

Idk. I will be thinking about it for the foreseeable future.

[archangeldyke-all]

No bc I keep thinking of modern Sev trying to get into the dating game because she wants to settle down and she gets on a dating app because Jinx had mentioned in a conversation with Silco and she ends up matching with reader,,, ahh it’s stuck in my brain

i changed this just a bit to make jinx even more of a shithead hehehe i hope u love it

men and minors dni

"aunt sevy." sevika rolls her eyes at the nickname she hates, and looks up from her book at jinx.

the girl's ten years old now, old enough to know just the right buttons to push to annoy sevika. and sevika's stuck on babysitting duty, because she's an idiot and agreed to be the shithead's godmother when jinx was still a harmless, quiet baby.

"what?" she grunts.

"why don't you have a wife?" jinx asks.

sevika groans. "did your dad put you up to this?" she asks. silco's been bothering her about the same thing lately.

"no." she says. "'m jus' wonderin'. when we have birthday parties and stuff, all the adults bring their boyfriends and girlfriends and wives. but you never do. why not?" jinx asks.

sevika tries her best not to kick jinx's shin. she manages, but not without flicking the kid's forehead.

the truth is that sevika's been asking herself the same thing lately. but she's realized that after so many years of emotionless hook-ups, she's got no idea how a relationship would even fucking work, and she's decided it's easier for everyone if she just... doesn't try.

"mind your own buisness." sevika grunts eventually. jinx studies her with those frighteningly inquisitive eyes of hers, before she smirks, turns on her heel, and runs to her room.

sevika's too relieved by jinx's disappearance that she doesn't even consider that the girl could be up to something.

three days later, sevika gets a call from silco at five in the morning.

"do you know what fucking time it is?" she groans into the receiver as she rubs her sleepy eyes.

"i'm sorry."

"what's so fuckin' important that you couldn't wait to tell me at work?" sevika asks.

silco's responding sigh is long enough for sevika's stomach to sink. "you should dress nice today. a suit, maybe, or at least nice slacks and a button up."

"why? do we have a meeting?"

"no." silco says. sevika waits for him to elaborate, but he doesn't. she huffs.

"silco what the fuck is going on?" she asks.

"you have a date tonight."

it's silent for a few moments. sevika tries to remember if she'd drunkinly given out her number to someone, or if silco asked her to butter up a client. she draws a blank. "...i do?" she asks.

silco sighs again. "jinx got the idea in her head that you need a wife, so she made you a dating profile."

"what?!"

"she's been cat fishing some poor person as you, and she's scheduled a date for the two of you tonight at seven."

"she what!?" sevika screams. her neighbor pounds on the wall that they share. sevika pounds right back. "silco, there is no way in hell i'm going on a date jinx set up for me."

"yes, i figured you'd say that." silco sighs. sevika's phone buzzes. "check your messages."

sevika pulls her phone away from her face and checks the new text sent from silco.

she gulps when your picture pops onto her screen.

you're... everything. if sevika was asked to describe her type, she'd have described you to a tee.

silco starts talking on the other line, and sevika blinks down at your picture one last time before pulling it back up to her face.

"fine." sevika grunts. she can hear silco's smile, and she huffs. "shut the fuck up. which suit should i wear?"

silco cackles on the other line.

sevika almost passes out when she meets you in person. you're stunning, and she's nervous, and she knows absolutely nothing about you even though it seems like jinx has told you everything about her.

it's only when you've ordered your dinner and are chatting over bread that sevika finally confesses.

"i have to tell you something." she mutters.

you pause mid-chew, your lame story about a fat squirrel you'd seen earlier today entirely forgotten at the sight of your gorgeous date's grimace. "don't tell me you're straight." you groan.

sevika cackles, and you relax a bit into your seat, smiling as you watch her catch her breath. "no!" she laughs. "god, no." she wipes her eyes. "i am very gay. and i find you..." she trails off, her eyes darting down to your lips for just a flash, before she blinks and shakes her head. "very attractive." she says.

you gulp, ignoring your sudden arousal. "so... what's the problem?" you ask.

sevika sighs and looks down at her hands. "you've been catfished."

you frown. "uh..." you study the woman in front of you. "you are sevika right? i mean... you look just like your pictures..."

sevika chuckles and shakes her head. "yes, that's me in those pictures. but you haven't been talking to me all week."

"so..." you're beyond confused. "who have i been talking to?" you ask.

sevika cringes. "my fucking shithead niece." she says.

relief floods your body. this isn't a scam or a fucked up prank-- it's a real date with a beautiful woman who's looking at you like she's expecting you to throw your glass of wine in her face.

instead, you burst into laughter. "you sound awfully fond of her."

sevika's stiff posture relaxes, and she huffs her own laugh. "she was cute before she could talk." she says, shrugging. you laugh even harder, reaching across the table to take sevika's hand and squeeze it as you try to compose yourself. "but now she's old enough to ask me why i'm still single and work a smartphone..."

"well, that explains why you had so many typos in your texts."

"oh, god." sevika groans.

"you misspelled 'restaurant' like five times."

"it's a hard word." she chuckles.

you pull the gorgeous woman's hand up to kiss her knuckles, and watch in fascination as all her worry and embarrassment melts away. "so." you say.

"so." sevika repeats.

"if you'd like to leave i understand, i won't be offended. i'm not sure i'd be into the dates my little cousins would pick out for me."

"no!" sevika shouts. she cringes as half the restaurant turns to look at her. you giggle. "no, that's not-- i really want to be here. i just-- i just wanted you to know that you weren't talking to me... you were talking to a ten year old."

it's quiet for a minute as you try to wrap your mind around the situation. so you'll have to re-introduce yourself to the woman in front of you-- that's fine. you're looking forward to getting to know her, and it seems like she wants to get to know you too.

you take a sip of your wine, then giggle when a thought occurs to you. "god, i'm so fucking glad i didn't try sexting with you." you say.

sevika bursts into surprised laughter, and she has to pinch herself to keep from launching over the table and kissing you.

(jinx never lets sevika live down the fact that she married the first person she picked out for her aunt.)

(jinx also officiates your wedding.)

taglist!

@fyeahnix @lavendersgirl @half-of-a-gay @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner

@shimtarofstupidity @chuucanchuucan @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther

@ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @emiliabby @sevikasbeloved @hellorai

@glass-apothecary @macaroni676 @artinvain @realgreeniebeanie @k3n-dyll

@sevsdollette @ellieslob

[stariikis]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 | 𝐧𝐫𝐤 ˖ ࣪⭑

synopsis ; like the moon needs the stars, riki's whole life would crumble without you. his inspiration, greatest motivation, and his muse.

pairing ; artist!nishimura riki x muse!reader genre ; fluff, established rs, realllly really short drabble of thoughts

this love's possessing me, but i don't mind at all

There are a million ways to say, 'I love you.'

Aren't there?

One chasing after their certain eye-candy may purchase a whole bouquet of that person's favourite flowers. Another would pour their heart and soul onto a piece of paper, a subtle love confession decorated with stickers and fanciful designs. Another might try their hardest to impress them with whatever their forte is.

Riki, however, takes all these and mashes them into one gorgeous painting on an easel.

He emerges from his 'workplace', one of the study rooms in your shared apartment. A blank canvas, about the size of his hand, accompanies him out. Not to mention the various brushes, the bristles sticking out all over the place revealing how loved they are. The paints, watercolour in a small box, acrylic aligned in their designated tubes, and oils of any colour possible.

Lips puckered in a pouting motion, he scans you as if wondering what light he wants to paint you in today. Where he wants to set up his painting station for the next few hours.

The reasons for his choice of background go from the smallest of things to the most obvious. It could simply be the style of your choice of clothes, but once it had been because of the way you reacted when he woke you up in the morning.

He used a fiery red base colour for that artwork. Perfectly encapsulating the constant frown you wore the rest of the day. His words, not yours. They could only ever be his words.

When he finally dismissed you from 'work', he paid you for your efforts with a kiss.

Your sour expression morphed instantly. In the blink of an eye, it was almost as if you had never woken up on the wrong side of the bed.

it's taking over me, don't wanna fight the fall

Today he quietly brings you to the edge of a field, just as sundown occurs. He looks up at the sky, cotton candy clouds bleeding into a warm hue of orange. Nothing leaves his mouth. An absolute silence has overcome him.

And knowing that there's no need for you to break it, there's no need to coax him out of this state for the better, comforts you deep down to the core.

It's like you know exactly how to go about routine, as you settle yourself in the wispy, tall grass and wait for him to set up his materials. However, after propping up his easel, he doesn't unpack his paints and brushes like he usually does. He doesn't unroll his scuffed-with-paint marks apron.

He merely gazes at you, soft and mesmerised.

As an artist, he should have neutral feelings towards his muse. He should be evoking surrounding emotions and feelings. He should be drawing them from deep within himself, and expressing them on the canvas before him.

A muse is only meant to be an inspiration. At times, it's the subject of the art piece. However, it's never the sole purpose.

But the way Riki looks at you proves all that wrong. The way his calloused hands held yours on the way to this destination. The way he scoots closer to you just as you drift off into sleep, and whispers all the newest paintings he's made. He confesses all the sketches he makes are of you. He can't get you out of his mind, he murmurs in a shaky tone, he can't rid himself of your influence on his artistry.

But he's so in love.

Why would he ever want to?

it's like supernatural ₊ ⊹.𖥔 ݁ ˖

thank you for reading! i'm so sorry to anyone expecting me to write any other members. i'm just too addicted to writing for riki... i promise they will have their own fics soon. pls scold me if i don't churn them out... TT

[peachsayshi]

Hi love! 🧡 Could i ask for some Choso with the prompt "finally kissing, after a long time of pining" pretty please? I struggled between a few choices but I'm always a sucker for some mutual pining

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs dni

⥽ notes: tension; yearning/needy choso; virgin!choso; established friendship; suggestive

the bed feels smaller with choso settling in, his well built frame easily taking up most of the space. you nervously snuggle underneath the cover, mindlessly smoothing out the sheet in front of you and keeping your eyes fixed on the ceiling to avoid gazing at your crush.

half-human, half curse; but wholeheartedly the most beautiful soul you've ever laid your eyes on.

it's the third night, your last one together, and with the mission coming to an end you'll be back home before you know it. however, it still doesn’t erase the tension that’s been simmering over the past forty eight hours, and when you accidentally brush your bare shoulder against choso’s, you feel it all spark once again.

"sorry," he states apologetically and making the heat rise up your neck, "I can sleep on the couch if it's better for you..."

"don't be ridiculous," you scold playfully despite your voice wavering, "I can barely fit on that thing, much less force you to sleep on it."

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

his gentle tone grabs your attention and forces you to turn to him. his face is partially illuminated by warm light, a noticeable blush highlighting his cheeks which is framed by his black hair that falls freely down his neck.

your eyes dip to his exposed shoulders and upper chest, lingering on the prominent muscles. "I'm fine, I promise," you reply a little breathless and squeeze your thighs together.

he’s suggesting the alternative now,because the first night was spent with the two of you in this very same position, only choso was asking a lot of questions…

questions regarding human intimacies; about their needs, their lust, their hunger...

you can't help but be empathetic about his curiosity. after all, his mind is governed by two completely polarizing forces.

the conversation was innocent at first, but he made a bold declaration that sent shivers all over your body.

"I feel an ache whenever I'm around you," he confessed, "I can't explain it,"

"It's natural," you attempted to explain, keeping a neutral tone while brushing aside the way your cheeks stung. "sometimes I feel it too..."

"why does it happen?"

you can only shrug your shoulders, unable to fully define the laws of attraction to the man you longed for the most. he left you speechless with his admittance of yearning for you, and last night was stifling to the point where the both of you were completely on edge with each other.

the memory of that conversation now plagues your mind, and you can see it reflecting clearly within choso's dark eyes.

he's thinking about it too, recalling all the tidbits of information that you shared with him and carefully piecing it together.

“you seem a bit squished,” he states with concern, pinching his brows adorably as he shifts to lay on his side. the warmth of his palm finds your waist, and he carefully pulls you closer into him so you're rested more comfortably. “don’t want you falling off the bed…”

face to face, you both stare longingly at one another for minutes, like you're trying to pluck at the seams to find evidence of where this gnawing pain even begins.

teetering on the precipice of a very long drop, you lick your lips absentmindedly when you realize that choso's palm is still on your waist, his thumb now drawing tiny circles.

"this is better, right?"

he's so close that you can feel the vibration of his deep voice run right through you. "yeah," you sigh, inching even further into his touch, and boldly taking the leap as you arch your pelvis against his. "yeah, much better..."

your name sounds heavenly from his lips as he exhales from the contact, and you stifle another moan feeling his prominent bulge rub up against you.

"is this desire?" he murmurs into your lips, "is this why I ache?"

"cho-choso..." you stutter, but grow still when you feel him gently press his lips onto yours.

silence veils your loud thoughts. his kiss is so tender, so pure, motivated out of sheer instinct and nothing else. it's such a gentle act, one that brushes over your lips far too quickly that you find yourself tilting your chin up in search for him when he pulls away.

"it's only you," he groans with a twinge of frustration. "I only feel this way about you,"

he leans in again, this time allowing the kiss to linger, and you eagerly let him explore your lips, tasting his saccharine inexperience with every peck.

"this is how we satisfy those feelings, right? isn't that what you said?" he presses, begging for answers as his hand slips underneath your top to brush strokes along your lower back.

a tightness coils inside your lower belly, and you're only able to manage a hazy, "mhmm" in response.

"show me," he pleads, collapsing the weight of his body onto yours as he repositions himself over you, "please, show me,"

he looks unreal above you - a physical embodiment of divinity and sin. the breathtaking image of his angelic expression is constrasted harshly against that wild, lustful gaze, making it impossible for you to even deny his request.

half human, half curse; but as you nod your head and guide his lips back onto yours, you knew that moving forward all of him would forever belong to you.

⥽ requests?

[astra-ella]

𝐙𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

fandom: haikyuu ship: nishinoya yuu x oc/reader status: complete ao3 link

"I think you're really pretty. Will you go out with me?" That was the first thing he's ever said to her. And needless to say, Amari Chiyo was not impressed. So as promised, Nishinoya Yuu will get to know her better and confess again. And again. And again. And again. It'll take 6 years and 9 confessions, but he'll get there. Eventually.

�� content: fluff, light angst, love at first sight, friends to lover, slice of life

⌦ note: you are free to insert yourself into Chiyo, just keep in mind she has her own character/backstory. i know some people don't like that, so just a heads-up.

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The first time he confessed was the day they first met — on the first day of middle school, when they were just twelve years old.

After a long day of orientation classes, meeting new teachers and classmates, and just a long day of sitting still in general, Nishinoya Yuu was exhausted. And just as he leaned down to rest his head on​​ the desk, he saw her stand up from the corner of his eye.

Growing up, his grandfather brought home a different lady every other week. They were pretty, sure. But he never thought much of it.

For the first time, he was enamored.

At the time, she was about the same height as him, with long, neatly styled brown hair and dark blue eyes. How could he not have noticed her earlier? He tried to remember her name, fishing through the introductions their homeroom teacher made them do only to draw a blank. Thinking back on it, he sorta nodded off to sleep after doing his own — a result of not getting much sleep the night before due to the sheer excitement of starting at a new school.

As he sat there pondering, the girl put the last of her textbooks into her school bag and headed out. Suddenly, Nishinoya was struck with the realization that if he let her leave now, he'd lose the chance to make a stellar first day introduction.

"Be bold," his grandpa always said.

With those words pushing him on, Nishinoya hastily shoved his textbooks and school supplies into his bag and ran after her.

"Hey!" He caught up to her just a few feet outside the school gates, right under the blooming cherry blossom trees. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears. This was perfect.

She glanced back upon hearing the call.

They made eye contact and she watched him in a mixture of curiosity and confusion. His scruffy black hair was styled upwards, with a small tuff falling forward that was bleached dirty blond. And judging from how dry it looked, it had been that way for a good while. He had a bit of a goofy grin, one that she couldn't quite make out the reason for, but she found kinda adorable.

She recognized him. He was the one who's self introduction was the most loud and energetic of all their classmates. Though what Mister Confidence wanted to do with her, she didn't know.

"Nishinoya-kun, right? Is something wrong?"

She remembered his name. He could feel his cheeks sore from how wide his smile was growing.

"I think you're really pretty," he said, eyes twinkling. "Will you go out with me?"

A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling the nearby cherry blossom trees and whisking up a rain of pink. Nishinoya took a deep breath. He said it, just like how he saw on TV. And amongst the falling petals, he saw her lips part slightly.

"No."

With that simple answer, she turned on her heel and began hurrying away, leaving Nishinoya a little shell-shocked.

This was definitely not how it went on TV.

Once he got over the initial shock, he quickly shook it off and gave chase. He soon caught up and gently grabbed her by the shoulder.

"Wait, why?" He asked earnestly. "I'm being serious — you're really pretty!"

"That's not the problem here," her face was tinted slightly pink. Perhaps from the cherry blossoms, perhaps from embarrassment. "We just met today. I barely know you."

"And?" Nishinoya looked genuinely confused.

"You could be a weirdo for all I know!"

He certainly was acting like one.

"Well, you can trust me." He pointed to himself with an air of absolute confidence. "I'm definitely not a weirdo."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that makes it so much better."

"I don't get it," Nishinoya cocked his head to the side. "Isn't the point of going out to get to know each other?" At least, that's what the dating reality shows said. "Why does it matter if we do now?"

"Because you know absolutely nothing about me!" She then took a deep breath to try and settle herself. "Look, you said you like me 'cause you think I'm pretty, right?"

He nodded.

"What if we start going out, then you find out I'm a thief? Or a baby-eater? Or uhh, someone who steals lollipops from kindergarteners? Would you still want to date me then?"

Nishinoya thought for a bit. "No, I guess not."

She gave him a questioning brow raise. Guess? If she found out the person she was dating was any of those things, she'd be super angry. She'd maybe even call the police.

Either way, she shook her head in exasperation. "See?"

After hearing her explanation, Nishinoya gave it some thought. "So if I get to know you, then ask you out again. Will you say yes?"

"W-Well," she felt her cheeks heat up at the prospect. "Depends if I like you, maybe. But most likely not, cause I already think you're a huge weirdo!"

Despite her insults, Nishinoya only grinned. "Nice," he laughed. "I still have a chance."

"Don't look so happy," she crossed her arms over her chest. "For all you know, you could stop liking me once you know me better."

"That won't happen. I know it," he assured as she rolled her eyes and marched on ahead of him. He waved after her.

"I look forward to getting to know you, erm..." He then stumbled over his words, realizing he forgot to ask something extremely important. "Hey! What's your name again?"

A few feet ahead of him, the girl spun around, her long brown hair fluttering amongst the cherry blossom petals. She pulled down her lower eyelid and stuck out her tongue at him.

"My name is Amari Chiyo," she shouted back. "Don't forget it!"

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[mifithemuffin]

◆Satsuten 8th Anniversary Post Translation◆

Happy Satsuten 8th Anniversary!!

Sanada Makoto made a public post on her fanbox acc with a drawing of characters she doesn't draw together that often. This month it's Rachel and Eddie!

Below is my translation of their possible dialogue in a make-believe interaction scenario. It's mostly gags.

You can find the full blog post here

◆Rachel & Eddie Conversation: Start!◆

Eddie: Wow! A drawing of Rachel and me, what a nice surprise!

Say, Rachel, when was the last time we’ve talked to each other anyway?

Rachel: Probably during Episode.NG?

Eddie: Yeah, I think so too. Man, Episode.NG was such a disaster.

Didn’t you step on me and feed me some extremely spicy pizza back then?

Rachel: Oh, it wasn’t... intentional.

Eddie: Was it now?..

Rachel: I should apologize, shouldn’t I?..

Eddie: Ah! N-no, you don’t really have to!..

I’m actually alright despite all of that! Look, my arms are fine at least, my arms...

Rachel: If you say so.

Eddie: Uhm… Y-yeah…

Rachel: …

Eddie: …

...B-but you know, it’s so rare to have a chance to talk to you like that, I’m really happy!

Because even back when you first came to my floor we didn’t have a lot of time to chat.

Q1: What was your first impression of each other?

Rachel: Nothing outside of “a person who can kill me and lay my body to the ground” I suppose.

Eddie: What?! Is this really it?

Even though I did my best to properly confess my feelings to you!

Rachel: It was... a confession?..

Eddie: Of course! I was interested in you from the very beginning.

It’s not like we have a lot of girls my age coming to the building, you know!

Rachel: I see.

...Even so, why did you decide to confess to me? We haven’t met each other even once.

Eddie: Well, I’ve got plenty of reasons!

First of all, when I saw you burying that little bird on Zack’s floor, I couldn’t help but think: “We’d definitely get along!”

And then I heard your beautiful voice...

Rachel: A little bird… Don’t tell me you’ve been watching me?

Eddie: Yeah! One of the next floors was mine, so of course I had access to security cameras!

Rachel: ...For some reason it doesn’t sit right with me.

Eddie: Huh, why? Urm, s-sorry I guess?..

I don’t think it’s that strange of a behavior for a floor master though…

Q2: Did this impression change after?

Rachel: Yeah, to “green”.

Eddie: Green… Is it because of what I looked like during the trial?

Rachel, don’t you have anything else to say about me?

Rachel: ….

Eddie: ….Okay, nevermind. Just please stop giving me this blank stare.

As for me, I thought you were a little bit selfish.

You're also stubborn, don’t listen to what others tell you and only ever care about making things yours.

But in all honesty, I do get it. You and I are more alike than you think. To the point of maybe someday digging graves together, you know!

Rachel: Not that I wish to dig graves like you, though.

Eddie: Wait, what??

Rachel: So all of this time you thought I’m as passionate about grave digging as you are?..

Eddie: Because you tried your hardest to make a nice grave for the little birdie, I...

Rachel: Eddie… you’re terribly assumptious.

Eddie: But doesn't it make the two of us?! Say, doesn't it?

Rachel: ….

Eddie: Did you frown just now?.. It means this time I'm definitely right!

Rachel: ….

Eddie: Hey, no, don’t ignore me!

Say “yes” already!

Fin!

Sanada-sensei also said she's planning to draw Zack and Danny next month, so if you're interested in more unhinged interactions please consider subscribing to her fanbox!

[mileslovesdick]

When Edgeworth asks Gumshoe to retrieve his notepad from his car so they can review the notes he took at a crime scene Gumshoe is more than happy to do so, but when he gets his hands on the little book he can't believe his eyes!

His name is written all over the page!

Gumshoe storms his way back up to Edgeworth's office, big frown on his face and notepad tightly gripped in his fist.

"I can't believe you'd think such a thing, Mr. Edgeworth!"

Edgeworth looks thoroughly confused. "... Excuse me, Detective? What exactly are you talking about?"

"Don't play innocent, sir! You've got my name written all over this page!" Gumshoe shoves the paper right in front of his face.

Edgeworth turns bright red. "I-! Look, Gumshoe, I can explain that- it's really not like that-"

"It's not like that!? I'm looking right at it! All along you've been looking at me like..." Gumshoe trails off. "I feel so..."

Disgusted, sick, gross, Edgeworth has already anticipated every last possible word that might leave Gumshoe's mouth next and yet he's not sure he could actually handle hearing any of them out loud, so he braces himself for the worst.

"I feel so betrayed, sir! I can't believe you thought I had anything to do with this case!"

What?

"... I'm sorry?"

"Good! You should be! My name's written all over here, like I'm the main suspect or something!" Gumshoe huffs.

"I... Gumshoe..." Edgeworth lets out a long sigh as he tries to think of how to work his out of this little predicament without flat out confessing but he draws a blank.

Gumshoe starts flipping through the pages, frowning as he realizes his name is written on multiple pages. Did Edgeworth think he was some sort of criminal mastermind??

The real reason behind Edgeworth scribbling his name on every page doesn't become obvious to Gumshoe until he comes across a page full of hearts, scribbles and doodles.

'Miles Gumshoe, Dick Edgeworth, Miles Edgeworth-Gumshoe, Dick Gumshoe-Edgeworth / M.E + D.G / He looks so handsome today.'

"Oh... So... You don't think I'm a suspect..?"

Edgeworth rises from his desk and snatches the notepad from Gumshoe. "Do you see any other suspects names that're written in hearts, detective?" he huffs, trying to keep his calm exterior despite the fact his cheeks are still bright red.

Gumshoe's mood switches like a light, his face brightens up and his frown turns into a big smile. "Aw, Mr. Edgeworth! You really had me worried there for a second!" Gumshoe laughs. "And just so you know... I like Dick Edgeworth-Gumshoe."

"Not another word, Detective!" Edgeworth snaps, cheeks somehow getting redder. "Go do your job and bring what we found at the crime scene to the precinct."

"Yessir!" Gumshoe leaves the office with a huge smile on his face and a little pep in his step.

Edgeworth on the other hand is a blushing mess as he tries, but fails, to focus on work. How could he possibly focus on work when his feelings were just exposed, and he wasn't even rejected!

He keeps trying but more often than not he finds himself scribbling "Gumshoe, Gumshoe, Gumshoe" on the margins of his paper.

[embrosegraves]

【Prompts】

I found all of these from a bunch of lists on Pinterest.

Dialogue Prompts: "C'mere, you can sit on my lap until I'm done."

"He/She did it." "No she/he did!"

"I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified".

"It's not a double date. Me and [blank] are just third and fourth wheeling"

"Just play along. Please."

"Don't open your eyes!"

"I read once that holding your breath can stop a panic attack so...when I kissed you...you held your breath."

"[Blank]?" "Yeah?" "I'm gonna kiss you now." "Okay."

"It won't be easy, y'know...trying to love me"

"Here, let me hold that for you."

"Did you just call me your boyfriend/girlfriend?"

"He loves you, y'know? He's just afraid of admitting it."

"Should I stop talking?" "Don't, your voice is very soothing."

"You're so cool!" "...I am?"

"Wait, is this...?" "It's the (thing) you wanted the other day!"

"Look, we can pretend I never confessed if it means you'll stay-" "What?! No! You can't just take back your confession! That's such a coward move and I'll not allow that! Especially when I feel the same way about you."

"I never meant to fall for you." "Neither did I." "...Fucking pardon?"

"Gimme a kith." "No." "Gimme a big ol' kithhhhh"

"Are you decent?" "Probably not morally, but I've got clothes on, if that's what you're asking"

"Why are you like this?" "Because fuck you that's why."

"Would you like me to whisper it in your ear?"

"You're being all cute and sweet, it's making me want to kiss you."

"Oh my, what have I done to deserve such a beautiful smile?"

"My family was never the touchy-feely type."

"You were my first kiss."

"Could we cuddle, like, platonically?"

"I haven't been hugged in years."

"Are you on your period?" "I started my day in a pool of my own blood. Is that how you'd like me to end yours?" (found it on pinterest but I'm pretty sure it's from @buginateacup on Tumblr.)

"What are you doing?" "Giving you affection." "Disgusting...do it more"

"I know every inch of your body and I know for a fact that scar wasn't there before."

"Don't you know who I am?" "Oh I know, I just don't give a fuck."

"Why do people keep asking who tops and who bottoms? We don't even have bunk beds." "Oh my darling...no..."

"You're very endearing when you're half-asleep."

"Are you flirting with me?" "Have been for the last (number of) years, thanks for noticing."

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again...I'm sorry." "It's okay! It was an accident, I know you didn't mean to."

Scenario Prompts:

Booping noses

Drawing on their skin

Hand kisses

Marriage of Inconvenience

Accidentally referencing them as "my"

Knowing what they're trying to say when they struggle to explain something

Making playlists for them

Person A going out of their way to learn more about Person B's interests and hobbies.

Talking about funny things that happened as kids

Sorting lollies by colour

Smelling their perfume/cologne in a crowd/out in public

Smiling while in the middle of a kiss

7 Types of Love

Answering fan questions

Peppering kisses

Slow dancing

Tracing tattoos

Person A reading out loud to Person B

Holding their waist

I'll also post a list of tropes that I'll link on my pinned post.

this is mainly for when people want to request but they can't think of anything.

Neither of the lists are complete. Both will be added on to and edited occasionally

[pretendicanwrite]

Oh idk bro (gender neutral) how about some more supportive cubs? One of them, like Logan, going through a rough time and his boys trying to get him to talk and open up about it when he's ready so they can figure out how to best help him when he doesn't know how to help himself?

Wow that got oddly specific 😅 once the idea starts rolling it doesn't stop lol

Hi! I have been working on this for a little while, and I hope you like it, but it doesn't exactly follow the prompt. I'm sorry, but I hope you enjoy it!

Character credit to @lumosinlove

CW: Mental health discussion and symptoms, SH discussion

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Logan sat on the couch just staring at the blank t.v. screen. The team had practiced earlier that morning, and Logan had opted out of the team lunch they were going to after. He hadn't showered at the rink, choosing to just put on his sweats rather than changing, but he had lost track of time sitting there.

He only focused back on the world around him when he noticed Finn squatting in front of him.

Finn's mouth was set into a hard frown, and his eyebrows were creased. Logan tried to focus in on what he was saying, but he could only gather bits of it, 'Goin on... You okay?'

"I don't want to talk about it." Logan could barely even register that he was talking to Finn. He noticed Leo walking back in from the kitchen with a bottle of water. "I'm also bored, but I don't know what to do to fix it."

Leo sat next to Logan, being careful not to touch him. "Have you eaten anything today?"

"No."

"Alright. I'm going to make lunch for you, and I'm not going to force you to eat, but if it would make it easier for you Finn and I can eat with you," Leo said, standing up from the couch.

Logan merely nodded, and laid down, going back to staring at the television. Finn sat on the floor below him, leaning against the edge of the couch where Logan's head was, and stared up at the ceiling.

"This might sound weird at first, but I want you to try something for me." Finn got up off the floor and walked to the desk he had situated in the corner of the living room. He grabbed a pen, a piece of paper off it, and a book. He brought it back over to the couch. "I want you to just scribble. Don't focus on it, but I want you to scribble as we talk. Don't look at the paper, don't try to draw anything, just go for it." he handed over the supplies, resting the piece of paper on the book.

"What are we talking about?"

"Anything really, Why don't we start by talking about practice? Talking hockey has always been easy for you. That new play we ran today worked really well. You got a shot past Leo today. It worked so well he barely even knew what hit him."

"You fed me a really good pass." Logan was staring at Finn as he scribbled on the paper. He started in the middle, just drawing crappy circles, but now he was just drawing one continuous line with no idea where his hand was taking it next.

"Yeah, but the play was brilliant. Anyway, Cap said we're having an extra optional practice next week as a bonding activity. He wants to do things like tag on skates, and play other games. He thinks we need it before we go to the playoffs. We're one of the closest teams, but Cap thinks we can elevate that. He wants the team to be able to play like we do together. So close we can almost read each other's minds. When we play, we always know where each other is. Cap thinks the rest of the team can achieve that through activities he plans to do."

"I don't think the team is going to get as close to each other as we are. Unless they plan on being in love with a person they think doesn't feel the same way for their entire adult life, confessing their love, then moving in together with their third boyfriend." The paper was about 35% covered at this point.

"No, but I do think it will help us get closer. It can't hurt to try."

Leo walked into the living room with three plates. "Lunch is served." Finn reached up to grab two of the plates and handed one to Logan. Leo made a sandwich for Logan and cut one in half for him and Finn to share. He had steamed broccoli on Logan's plate, with a salad.

"Thank you knutty. We were just talking about the bonding activities Cap has planned for Tuesday."

Leo nodded, taking a bite of his sandwich. "Did you tell Lo about Cap's plan for soccer on the ice? Kasey and I will be facing off against each other in goal, and Cap and Dumo are going to be team captains."

After swallowing the bite of food he had in his mouth, Logan put his plate down and continued his scribbling while he looked at Leo. "That sounds like it could be fun."

"Yeah. So, babe, Cap asked about you at the lunch today. We told him you just didn't feel well and didn't go into specifics, but he was very worried about you." Leo explained, "I think it would be a good idea to talk to him. You don't have to right now, or ever if you don't want to, but he looked ready to sprint his way over here."

"I think i should probably call him later."

Logan was still mindlessly scribbling on the paper. it was almost halfway covered, and Leo watched Logan's hand, noticing that it never stopped moving. Even as Logan was talking, his wrist was still moving in miniature circles.

The boys continued trying to hold a conversation with Logan, but he was eating and scribbling rather than talking. It seemed like he could barely keep his eyes open, so Leo suggested they all go to bed.

When Finn woke up the next morning, Logan was sitting on the edge of the bed. with a new sheet of paper on top of the book. he was watching something on the television they had resting on the dresser across from them.

"Hey baby," Finn rasped, "Having fun?"

"Not really. I'm bored, but I don't have the energy to do anything."

Finn just sat up and looked at the paper Logan was drawing on. It was pretty covered, meaning Logan had been up for a while. "Have you talked to anyone about these feelings?"

Logan's head snapped up and stared Finn down. "What?" Logan spoke so loud that Leo rolled over and groaned slightly, so he motioned for Finn to follow him to the living room.

"Why would I need to talk to someone? I'm fine."

"lo, baby, I know it may be hard, but I think it would be beneficial for you to try it. Lots of players talk to specialists, and there's nothing wrong with it."

Logan was getting defensive, and he set the book and paper down. He turned to fully face Finn on the couch and crossed his arms over his chest. "I know that there's nothing wrong with it. I never said that there was. I just don't think I need it."

"It's not about if you need it, baby. It's about if you want it. I talked to someone during my freshman year of college. The team had a therapist that I talked to once. She just gave me some tips to help me process my feelings, and she really helped me. I didn't want to go either, but the coach recommended it, and I never appreciated a recommendation more. Seeing a specialist is not a sign of weakness or anything like that, it's admitting that you're strong enough to seek help rather than let yourself feel like this, or God forbid hurt yourself."

Logan uncrossed his arms and tried to subtly wipe the tears from his eyes, but Finn noticed and opened his arms. Logan practically launched himself into them, placing his head into the crook between Finn's neck and his shoulder. "I need you to know that I would never do that. No matter how bad this gets, I would never do that to you guys, or to myself."

"I know, baby. I know."

Logan was still crying and was basically laying on top of Finn when Leo stumbled out into the living room. He was bleary-eyed, and his sweatpants were hanging low on his shirtless torso. As soon as he noticed his boys on the couch, his back straightened and he sat on the opposite side of the couch from his boys.

"Hey loves. What's going on?"

"Logan and I were just discussing my suggestion of him speaking to a professional. I think it would be beneficial for his mental health, and there was a bit of a sidetrack, but I think we've recovered from it."

Leo just looked at his boys and nodded while he thought through the new information. "I think it would be good for you to talk to someone. I know that this probably isn't what you want to hear, and I don't want you to feel like Finn and I are ganging up on you, but I think we've both noticed that you're showing signs of depression. We may be very wrong, but I think it would be best to see someone. The lack of energy, the boredom, your loss of appetite. it doesn't have to mean anything, and the only thing it'll change is how you take care of yourself. We'll change our schedule to benefit you, and we'll get you into a cycle that will maximize your health. I promise anything that happens will not deter us, or change how we feel about you."

"I was never worried about that, I just didn't, and still don't want to admit that I have problems. I saw a therapist when I was in high school, and she said she wanted to get me to a specialist to diagnose me with depression, but I never went back after she told me that. I've known about it since I was 15, but I couldn't admit it to myself."

Logan sat up and faced the turned off television while he waited for his boy's responses.

he had feared his whole childhood what was wrong with him. He knew that it wasn't normal to feel this way, and every time a wave hit him, he thought, 'maybe this is it. Maybe this one will be the last one,' but every time he was wrong. Another one would come along, just like this one. He would lose his appetite, his energy, and his social battery.

"Okay. Well, will you at least consider talking to someone? you can choose if and when but I want you to know that nothing will change between us if you do or don't get a diagnosis. you are the love of our lives, and if you have a mental illness, or not, that's not going to change. We want what's best for you, and if that means having an intervention, you can damn well bet that Dumo, Sirius, Remus, Leo, and I are all going to be there. Right now, we are giving you your time, and letting you know that you have options, and the choice is yours, but if you start to get bad enough that we fear you're going to hurt yourself whether that be accidentally, or on purpose, I don't care if we have to tie you down, we will get you the help that you need." Finn didn't move from his spot in the corner of the couch, but even without body language, you could tell that he meant every single word he said.

Leo slid off the couch to kneel in front of his boyfriend, and slowly reached his hands out towards him, palms up. "I don't ever want you to feel like you can't trust us enough to talk to us or to admit that you need help. Everyone needs it now and then, and there is no shame in admitting that. We are always going to be here for you, for anything you need. We love you."

Finn followed Leo's motion, sliding to the ground, and also offered his hands.

Logan took one of each boy's hands, and let a few more tears slide. His boys were there for him, and they weren't pushing him. They were understanding, and he knew that no matter the outcome of the appointment he planned to make, that wouldn't change.

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I hope you enjoyed this!

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[tarzinnia]

Chapter 3 is here! Love it!

Thank you for the update on Miguel's whereabouts; one worries about supporting characters sometimes. When I think about it, that's a benefit to fanfic in a way. A canon fiction will have a character and then someone in fanfic will ponder: and just what made Gilderoy Lockhart such an insufferable self-centered bastard and write a story about his childhood...but I digress. Back to your story...

Three years separation is a long time in a relationship, even a committed one such as a marriage, not to mention one that ended as abruptly as theirs did. Angel may have missed Peter, but from the earlier chapters describing her...um...dysfunctional dad, it's not like Peter kicked her out, and he felt it, felt it deep. That's how love is--it doesn't just give us joy, it has the potential to rip out our hearts with loss. (Even with learning that she left against her will due to said dad) Glad to see Aunt May worrying about her 'boy.' I would too. Angel seems aware of this hurt ('couldn't see past the hurt in his eyes') on one level, but does she on another? As a reader, I'm kind of hoping that in addition to a reckoning with The Vulture, there is also one between Peter and Angel. I mean, I suppose they could just fall into bed together but doing that can sometimes just push the reckoning further down the path and doesn't address the pain, the misunderstandings, the things that weren't ever said because she wasn't there and Peter likely filled in the blanks with his own thoughts...dang, now I'm wishing I could read that man's mind--ha! You've got me now, author! Anyway, I understand Angel's loneliness--she's been pining for Peter, missing their intimacy and closeness, thinking of him all this time, but his perspective is going to be different (I am speculating/imagining.) No matter the physical longing he might have for what they shared in the past, everything seems to this reader like it will have to start anew. Will they confess to each other? Only you know and we'll have to wait to find out.

Couple of additional notes: did either of the duo think to grab that copy of the will prior to going on the lam? I mean, there's probably another copy, but one wouldn't want that info left right out on the table where anyone could read it (it would become public record eventually, but I'm going to assume that hasn't yet happened). This Vulture person sounds smart and able to spot weaknesses, so I'm worried for Peter and Angel. (if the will isn't integral to the plot, please excuse my digression/pondering; when writers draw me into their world, sometimes I get drawn in pretty far!)

Secondly, daaaang, Angel is a tough cookie. I've had stitches more than one time and yeah, that hurts even if it's only a couple. No deadening? That's a nope nope nope from me. (True story, once had a doc start to scalpel into my skin and the numbing shots were not quiiiite thorough enough. That'll get you sitting right straight up in the chair let me tell you.)

Really looking forward to Chapter Four!!

The Angel In The Garden of Evil | Chapter 3: There's No Place Like Home

Summary: Unsure where else to go, Peter takes Angel back to the only other home he's ever known.

Warnings: 18+ Only, mature content, eventual smut, plenty of feels and patching up wounds

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: SURPRISE! Okay so I have been writing up a storm and realised if I only release these once a week it’ll be months between me finishing the story and you guys getting to read it, so I am gonna do drops on Wednesdays as well as the originally planned Fridays. (Also I’m an Aries who likes to be praised and whenever you guys give me good feedback it’s like a drug and I want more). For those asking at the end of part 2 where was Miguel, Miguel had already gone home, theres about half hour to 40 min time difference to Peter telling him to go home and shoot up happening. Anyway that being said, there’s nothing like going home to lick your wounds. Enjoy…

THREE

When they pulled up outside a high rise in the city 30 minutes later, the adrenaline that had been coursing through her body was finally wearing off. The dull pain in her shoulder was coming back full force; and as she sat waiting in the passenger seat, her hand bracing the injured shoulder protectively, she closed her eyes and counted her breaths and tried to work out where it had all gone wrong.

Her husband, still sitting in the driver's seat also taking his time to process the events that had just happened, lowered his head to the steering wheel. She could feel his anger brewing, that scary calm energy he was known for rolling off of him in waves. He suddenly sat back, his head slamming back against the headrest as his hand gripped the steering wheel forcefully, forcing her to open her eyes and look at him. His hands quickly flew into his hair, he was coming apart at the seams. She wondered if for a moment he had forgotten she was there.

She was about to say something when he was suddenly getting out of the car, slamming the door closed behind him. She watched out the front window as his hand tugged at his hair again before he ran it down the length of his face in an attempt to compose himself as he began to make his way to the passenger door.

The door opened with a low click as he held it open for her. She quickly unbuckled herself before sliding out of the car. She watched carefully as he stood like a sentry beside her, the only thing indicating to him being a living human, the heavy rise and fall of his breaths, the air chuffing powerfully from his nose as he attempted to calm himself down. She raised her hand again to her shoulder as she stepped forward onto the sidewalk as he closed the door behind them.

She watched over her shoulder silently as he ushered her forward with his hand splayed protectively across her back, keys clutched in his fingers as he guided her to the front door.

Neither of them said anything until they got to the elevator, the large metal doors sliding closed, encasing only the two of them safely inside. 

“Does it hurt?” he finally said, his body turning towards her as his hands reached out to manoeuvre her gently, turning her to face him.

She wanted to respond with something sarcastic, but looking up into his eyes, she couldn’t seem to find her voice. His thumb suddenly added a little bit of pressure below the wound as he checked it over and she sneered, recoiling from him protectively.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” he quickly said, holding his hands up in surrender. He watched her closely, waiting for her breathing to steady again, her body leaning back towards him, trusting him. “It might need a couple stitches.” he said as he moved the damaged fabric of her top to look at it better. She grunted again as the pressure of his fingers made the wound smart once more, but she didn’t pull away.

They felt the elevator begin to slow beneath their feet, coming to a stop and pausing before the bell went off, signalling its arrival.

He gently ushered her down the hall but she already knew where they were and which door to go to. She paused outside the door as she watched him reach behind the frame of one of the pictures on the wall. She shuffled herself to the side as she let him squeeze past her to put the key he had retrieved into the lock, turning and pushing the door open, ushering her in first with an outstretched hand as he moved to put the key back in its hiding place. 

“Peter?” a voice called out through the apartment. 

“Yeah, May.” he called out as they both stepped through the door.

Peter’s Aunt May tentatively came into view at the end of the hallway at the sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floor before they hit the hallway runner. She froze in silence as she took in the image of not just Peter, but Angel. The sudden change in May’s demeanour from warm and friendly to cold and protective made the younger woman still in the middle of the hall.

“Don’t May.” Peter warned her as he gently stepped around his frozen estranged wife, moving forward down the hall, a protective arm being placed around his Aunt’s shoulder as he turned her away and towards the living room, trying to explain everything before she made any assumptions.

Angel slowly began to follow them, coming to a stop in the doorway, her hand still raised to cover her shoulder. She stood awkwardly against the doorframe, careful not to bleed on anything as she watched Peter sit May down on the sofa, the tall brunette taking a perch on the edge of the coffee table in front of her, his hands gently resting on her knees.

“It’s a really long and complicated story-”

“But for how long, Peter?” May tried to argue in a hushed voice.

“I know, I know.” he quickly cut her off. “Look I don’t know what’s going to happen next, but we can’t go back to the house and I didn’t know where else to go.” He attempted to explain as Angel began glancing around the apartment. Her eyes fell on picture frames, throw pillows, the layout of the kitchen to her right, nothing had changed in this place at all. She slowly found herself stepping forward to a bookcase, observing the pictures that sat on the edges of some of the shelves. Okay, maybe some things had changed, she noted as she noticed the frame that used to hold her and Peter’s wedding photo had been removed, replaced with an old picture of Peter with his Uncle Ben from when he was a child. As she began to look behind it, she noticed another frame laying face down on top of the books. Her fingers reached for it. She carefully pulled it out, looking at the memory fondly. They hadn’t had a big wedding, after all she was trying to hide their union from her Dad. She gazed longingly at the picture of her and Peter outside the courthouse. They’d asked a passerby to quickly take the picture on an old digital camera May had brought with her. You could just see the corner of her shoulder in the foreground as she threw confetti at the happy couple.

Her eyes stung as tears prickled the corners of her lashes and she quickly put the photo back.

“I’m gonna go find a first aid kit.” She suddenly announced across the room to Peter, still mid conversation with May.

“Okay, I’ll be there in a minute.” He turned his head to say to her before she removed herself from the room, heading down the hallway to where she knew the bathroom was.

She closed the door behind her, looking at herself in the harsh fluorescent lighting. She wiped away at the lingering tear at the corner of her eye hastily before her gaze dropped down to her shoulder in her mirrored reflection. She winced as she examined it in the mirror, turning her body towards the light. She sighed, her hands bracing themselves upon the basin as she closed her eyes and attempted to compose herself.

She kept one hand against the cold porcelain as her other hand reached to slip off her heels, her height dipping in the mirror as she dropped one foot and then the other onto the worn bath mat. She ran her hands over her face, pushing her hair back as she took one more tired look in the mirror before bending down to root in the under sink cupboard for the first aid box she knew was kept there.

She balanced it on the side of the sink, her fingers opening the zip and flipping the lid open. She sighed, rooting around in the kit, searching for the bits she would need and placing them on the top for easy access. She winced in pain as she slowly pried off her shirt, carefully slipping it off of her injured arm, the blood already beginning to dry sticking to her skin and she cringed and sneered as the fabric tore itself from her flesh. She reached into a drawer for a fresh washcloth, turning on the tap and running it under the faucet.  She was just bringing it to her skin, wiping away at the drying blood when the door opened, Peter letting himself in.

He froze at the sight of her standing in the middle of the bathroom in her high waisted trousers and black lace bra. When she just stood staring at his reflection in the mirror he quickly checked himself, clearing his throat and trying to ignore the blood that was beginning to rush between his legs.

“Here let me do that.” He said, stepping forward and taking the damp washcloth from her. 

She sat herself on the side of the bathtub as he rinsed the blood that was already on the cloth off, ringing it out.

“I don’t think May likes me much anymore.” she spoke timidly as Peter turned towards her and began dabbing at her skin. She hissed as he shifted his hand and dabbed higher, closer to the wound and he quickly took his hand away, fingers frozen in midair.

“Sorry,” he murmured. She quickly settled again and he moved the wash cloth over her skin even gentler. “She’s just protective of me, that’s all. Still sees me as that little boy scraping his knees and elbows everytime I fell off my skateboard. Cutting the crusts off my sandwiches…” his voice trailed off softly.

“MMM” she groaned again between closed lips as his fingers began to dab at the broken skin, her head turning away from him, eyes closing to suppress the tears that threatened them.

“I know, I know.” He tried to soothe her. “Yeah, it’s definitely gonna need some stitches.” He says assessing the wound closer. 

He stood up from where he had been crouching beside her, hands dexterously retrieving the bits he would need from the kit and placing them on the side of the sink closest to them. He then washed his hands, carefully drying them on the towel beside him. They were both silent as his fingers opened the suture packet, pulling out the fresh needle and threading it. She watched his hands attentively, willing herself to stay calm despite the impending pain she knew she’d have to endure.

“You’re not gonna like this.” He said as he crouched down beside her, tearing open a packet of alcohol wipes. He swiped a wipe carefully over her shoulder. She instantly screwed up her face sneering at the sting, her head turning away from him again as she forcefully gripped the edge of the bathtub, knuckles turning white.

“Fuck. Peter.” she hissed between her teeth.

“I know, you’re doing so well baby.” The pet name falls from his lips so naturally to try and soothe the sting they both feel. His chest aches to see her in pain, he wishes he could just kiss it and make it better, but he knew he was doing the next best thing.

“Ow, OUCH!” she called out, her voice echoing off the bathroom tiles as she flinched away from him. He released her arm from his grasp, allowing her a respite before the next step. His hands rested on her thighs, palms rubbing back and forth soothingly as she began to settle again.

“Uhh, does it really need stitches.” her voice was a broken whine as her head turned to look at him again.

“I’m sorry.” he said as he gave her a look that told her it was unavoidable.

Her head tilted up to the ceiling as she shook her head, psyching herself up. She took a deep breath before looking back at him. “Okay.” she nodded as she closed her eyes again, continuing to psych herself up. “Just do it.” she huffed. 

He paused a moment, his hands still on her thighs as he allowed her another moment to make sure she was ready. He slowly took his hands away from her, reaching for the suture, sat waiting ready. He watched her closely as she kept her eyes closed, not wanting to look, knowing she’d lose her resolve. 

“I’m gonna try to be as quick as I can, I promise.”

“Mmmhmm,” she hummed and agreed as she braced herself, his hand wrapping around her arm again.

The little noises she made as he used the curved needle to pierce her skin were unavoidable. “We’re almost there. You’re doing so good.” he cooed as she tried not to squirm under his touch. “Okay, one more, just one more baby.” he said as he passed the needle through her skin one last time, the fingers on his other hand reaching for the small pair of scissors to cut the surgical thread.

He took his hands away from her but she still didn’t open her eyes for another minute, allowing her breathing to steady as he began to clear things away. She finally opened her eyes as she felt his shadow loom over her. She looked to his hands to find him ripping open a large square shaped band aid. He carefully peeled off the backing before leaning over her and covering the area of her shoulder he’d just stitched up.

“Thank you.” she said quietly as he smoothed down the edges, his fingers brushing gently across her skin, leaving behind a tingling sensation in their wake.

They were so close. If she turned her head just a little they would kiss. For a moment he hesitated and she thought they would, but then he quickly stepped back and away from her.

“I’ll see if I can find you something to change into.” he said as he quickly turned his back on her and left the room.

She threw back her head to stare at the ceiling again as a new wave of tears threatened to spill over her bottom lashes. Her hands flew up to her face, hiding her eyes as she breathed deeply, willing her emotions away. She knew the day she’d eventually be able to go back to him would be hard, but she had never expected this. Everytime she looked at his face, she couldn’t see past the hurt in his eyes. She figured she’d be grateful he hadn’t moved on and found someone new to replace her with. Hadn’t walked back into that house and seen him lying in bed with another woman, but she knew that wasn’t her Peter. Then again, the pain her leaving had caused him, was he still her Peter. A lot can change in three years. Heck she’d changed in those three years.

She slowly stood up, wiping away her tears. Her hands reached to turn on the tap, allowing the cool water to soothe her skin, she splashed her face, wiping away the sweat and the grime and the few flecks of dried blood. She stared at herself in the mirror trying to recognise the woman she saw there as the same woman who had stood here all those years ago, but she couldn’t.

She turned off the tap, dabbing at her face with the towel as she heard three taps on the door. Peter slowly opened the door, his hand reaching out in front of him towards her, a pair of grey jogging bottoms and a white t-shirt folded neatly on top of his hand. She recognised the sweats as an old pair of his he had left here since he was a teen, the same pair she used to borrow when she stayed over. The t-shirt she was surprised to see was an old one of her own. An old Rolling Stones t-shirt she thought was long lost.

“Thank you.” she said as she gently took them from him.

“Umm, I’m gonna sleep on the sofa, you can take my old bedroom,” he said. His eyes struggled to meet her. It all felt so familiar, yet also so foreign. She wanted to say something but she didn’t know what. She just stared at him and he gave a quiet nod of his head before he closed the door again.

She crept into the spare room, her hands immediately dumping her clothes onto the empty chair just inside the door, before she closed it. He’d left the bedside lamp on for her, the faint glow adding warmth to the room. She couldn’t help but creep across the floor, her eyes searching the old familiar walls full of photos, old drawings, newspaper clippings. Her fingertips dragged across one of the old wooden shelves, taking in old school trophies, physics books, a picture of Peter and May at his graduation. The room was like a time capsule. She came to a stop in front of the end of the bed, staring at the sheets, undisturbed, lonely. It didn’t feel right, sleeping in this bed without him.

Before she could stop herself her hand was already on the door handle, ready to throw it open and creep down the hall, begging him to come to bed. But she froze. All that time, that space between them, as she stood there and felt it, it began to consume her. Instead she let her fingers drop to her sides, her feet begrudgingly walking around the side of the bed. She slowly climbed in under the covers. She stared at the door, one last time, willing him to come to her instead, but he didn’t. Tentatively she reached over, her fingers turning off the light, plunging her into darkness.

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[judeswhore]

somebody else; steve harrington

summary: steve isn’t happy that you’ve started seeing someone else but it takes a little bit of liquid courage before he’s falling through your bedroom window with a barrage of confessions

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

requested: yes

warnings: jealous steve! drunk steve!! this isn’t angsty enough i don’t think but idk how to write angst smh

notes: feedback is appreciated! you can find my masterlist here.

"i'll pick you up at seven then?" andrew raised his eyebrows at you, expression hopeful as he leant against the front counter at family video, toying with the wire of the phone. without thinking, steve reached out and tugged it free, his stare blank and completely unamused. andrew shifted under his attention, trying his hardest to keep his eyes on you rather than the somewhat broody boy beside you, or the girl grinning like an idiot from the action isle.

"seven's good. you have my address right?"

"yeah, i got it off that sinclair kid."

"his name is lucas." steve grumbled, his words drawing a frown from you and a giggle from robin, poor andrew just looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. for the entire fifteen minutes that andrew had been in the store steve had been weird, rushing him when he was trying to find a movie, mumbling under his breath about how ridiculous his new haircut was, telling him that he couldn't just stand and flirt with you because he was holding up customers. customers that didn't exist because the store was empty. you knew he didn't like andrew, he'd told you repeatedly since the first time you'd told him you were going on your first date, but his behaviour tonight had been weird and somewhat completely out of character for him.

"steve, don't you have tapes to rewind?" you sent him a warning look, one that he completely ignored as he pretended to type away on the computer, his finger repeatedly hitting the backspace key. "or maybe you could help robin put the returns back?"

"i'm logging the returns, she doesn't need me." you glared at the side of his head, annoyed that he couldn't give you just a moment alone with andrew. you had to spend countless hours watching and listening to a number of girls flirt with steve but you were never rude to them, not even the ones who glared daggers at you because of the way steve brushed his hand along your back to get passed.

your friendship with steve was complicated. it was more than just friends but you'd never reached a point where you could actually put a label on it, it was just occasional dates and secret kisses when robin wasn't looking. other things had happened, when you'd snuck him into your room after an extra long shift but you'd somehow never gotten out of that blurred space and you hated it. you wanted all or nothing and steve didn't seem interested in giving you all which is exactly why you'd out with andrew. he wanted to give you all.

with a sigh you made your way around the counter, settling your hand on andrew's arm to steer him towards the door, not at all wanting to say your goodbyes with steve throwing around his well practiced death looks. his skin was warm beneath your fingers and he smelt good and you told yourself that you didn't need steve harrington to be happy, andrew was nice and fun and he made his intentions clear from the very start.

"you've got food in your teeth by the way, johnson." steve called out, still aggressively jabbing his finger against the keyboard, his eyes settled on your hand curled lightly around the other boys bicep. you glared at him over your shoulder but once again he was oblivious.

"ignore him," you mumbled, pulling open the door, the jingle ringing through the store. "he's got a stick up his ass." steve watched you slam the door shut behind you and follow andrew to his car, the image of your hand on his arm burned behind his eyelids. he hated andrew johnson and he momentarily hated you for choosing him.

steve knew he wasn't the best at showing how he felt but he thought after how much time you'd spent together and how many hints he'd dropped that you understood. he thought all the dates and kisses and nights you’d spent together meant something but the way you’d so quickly fell into andrew’s arms had him second guessing everything and he hated it. he wanted to go back to when you would come to him every morning, press a kiss against his cheek before wrapping your arms around him, the two of you swaying slightly, still sleepy but needing that contact. he wanted to go back and not be an idiot, to tell you that he wanted you to be his. properly. not just in halves, he wanted you wholly and completely.

“did he have food in his teeth?” robin slid up beside steve, her gaze following his to watch you lean against andrew’s car, your head tilted back to grin at him. steve’s heart felt funny and he was sure he was going to be sick, nausea rolling over him in waves because you should be looking at him like that.

“he might have.”

“if you keep glaring at him like that you’re gonna pop a blood vessel, dingus.” robin gave a loud sigh and tugged the keyboard away from steve’s hands, concerned he’d already deleted today’s logs. “why didn’t you just tell her you were in love with her and then she wouldn’t be giving googly eyes to tom cruise wannabe.”

“i thought she knew.”

“you thought she knew? dude, seriously?”

“what?”

“you really are an idiot.” steve reached over to flick the centre of her forehead, not the least bit happy or in the mood for robin’s teasing. he was annoyed and upset and more jealous than he’d ever really felt and for one second he wished he was back in high school so he could go to a party and drink until he forgot what it was like to have you look at him the way you were looking at andrew. he finally tore his gaze from the window, blinking rapidly as he met robin’s sympathetic eyes.

“you wanna get drunk tonight?”

you were back home and in bed by 10pm that night, your date with andrew not exactly going as well as you would have liked. he'd spent the entire time you were supposed to be watching the movie talking about basketball and about how he wished you'd spend more time with him and his friends at school rather than with robin. that comment alone ruined your entire evening and the remainder of the movie and the drive home was spent in silence, you having to strategically dodge the kiss he tried to give you by pretending to sneeze.

you were half asleep when the first knock sounded against your window, the book you'd been reading balanced against your chest, head lolled to one side. mind still a little fogged from sleep, you ignored it, assuming you were either hearing things or the wind and rain were the cause behind it but then the window rattled and your heart plummeted. the lock was more than a little flimsy and one push would have it swinging open, your bedroom suddenly a free for all for whoever was on the other side. your parents were away, the house empty besides you and your room had nothing you could use to protect yourself with against an intruder.

scrambling from your bed you could make out the silhouette of a man on your tiny balcony, rain pouring in sheets around him as he repeatedly fumbled with the lock. you were still clutching your book, as if that could harm him, but it fell to the floor when your eyes adjusted to the light again and you realised the figure on your balcony was actually steve harrington. a startled "jesus christ" fell from your lips just as you reached the window and went to tug it open because steve had finally mastered the latch and with a light push came tumbling into your room, the sounds of his breathless giggles filling the previous silence.

"whoops, missed a step." he was completely soaked head to toe from the rain, hair matted to his forehead and neck and your mouth went slightly dry at the sight of his chest in the now see through white top he was wearing. your hand shot out to steady him, fingers slipping over his bare skin and it wasn't until he lifted his head and you finally got to see his face that you realised something was wrong.

his cheeks were splotchy and red, eyes too bright and glassy, gaze just a little unfocused when he looked at you. despite his previous giggles and the merry tone of his voice he looked sad, a strange look in his eyes that made your tummy flip. he'd never looked at you like that before, like you'd done something to hurt him, like you were the reason his usual charming smile was lost tonight.

"are you drunk, harrington?"

"i walked here." he muttered as if this was any sort of appropriate answer. his unsteady gaze wandered along your body, clad in only a pair of shorts and an over sized t-shirt which you were certain belonged to steve at one point, leaving you hot and bothered. goosebumps rose along your arms and legs under his stare and you felt the need to wrap a blanket around you, unsure why he was making your head swim so much.

"why? it's raining and you're soaked, you're gonna get sick, you idiot." your fingers slid down his arm so you could link them with his, his palm wet and cold against your own as you tugged lightly. "think i've got something you can change into." you tried to pull him towards your bathroom but he was rooted to the spot, head shaking when he untangled his fingers from yours. "steve-"

"i lost you, didn't i?"

"lost me? have you been smoking too? seriously, man, you're dripping all over my carpet, take your shoes off." but steve wasn't listening, he was still shaking his head, brows scrunched together, lips almost pouted. he rubbed at his eye with the heel of his hand, his chest heaving on a shaky breath.

"god, y/n, i don't think i can watch you be in love with somebody else." the words seemed to tear from his chest, ragged and harsh around the edges as if he'd been holding them in and he'd said them without meaning to. your hand dropped from his arm again, your own eyebrows drawing in to match his frown because you weren't quite sure what he was talking about. you weren't aware you were in love with someone and you also had no idea why steve would be so bothered even if you were. he was the one who'd pushed away any sort of relationship with you.

"what are you talking about?” you wrapped your arms around yourself, watching as steve dragged a hand through his hair. he blew a breath from his lips and slumped against your desk.

“i was an idiot, such a fucking idiot. i thought you knew how i felt so i never said it out loud but i should have, i should’ve told you months ago because now you’re in love with andrew and i’m still in love with you but i’ve messed up and i’ve lost you and fuck i don’t know what to do, y/n, i don’t-” he drew in another sharp breath, lips pressing together as yours fell open, surprise washing over you at the abrupt confession.

you were momentarily shocked and at a loss for words, unsure of what to say as you stared at the boy across from you. the boy you’d been sleeping with for weeks, who you thought only thought of you for sex but who apparently felt exactly the same way you did. steve had never made it clear that his feelings for you went beyond friendship, you’d practically tiptoed around the topic but here he was telling you he was still in love with you. you took a step towards him, unsure what to say but wanting, needing, to touch him but he started shaking his head again.

“god what am i doing?” he gave a humourless laugh, one that made your stomach sink and he looked so lost your heart ached for him. “you just came back from a fucking date and i’m climbing through your window like a tool and giving you some stupid sob story. i’m sorry, i just- i kept thinking about you and him and how i want that to be me but he probably already got you with his stupid hair and stupid car and that stupid fucking accent.”

“steve-" he was starting to ramble and you needed him to be quiet. you needed to tell him that what you felt for andrew was far from love, that your date had been awful because it wasn’t him, that he didn’t need to worry about you loving somebody else because no one would ever compare to steve harrington.

“i know you probably don’t want to hear it, i missed my shot and it was the stupidest thing i’ve ever done but i love you. i love you so much that sometimes i can’t breathe when you’re around, you make me forget my own name sometimes and i hate andrew for doing what i should have done but i hate myself more. because you’re a once in a lifetime kind of girl y/n, and i’m so fucking in love with you but i can’t watch you-”

steve’s words were cut off abruptly when your lips found his, his surprised gasp getting lost in your mouth. your fingers settled on either side of his face, gently cupping his jaw as you tilted his head further towards you. it had been weeks since you’d last kissed him but somehow it felt like your first kiss all over again, your tummy fluttering at the the familiar taste of him. it took him a few disoriented seconds before he realised what was happening and then his hands were on your waist and he was kissing you like he’d never get the chance again.

steve tugged you against him, his shirt sticking to yours and soaking it through but that didn’t matter when he was kissing you the way he was. it seemed as though ever unspoken word went into it, every “i love you” neither of you got to say. his fingers were slightly cold when they snuck beneath your shirt but you only pressed closer to him, sliding one hand around the back of his neck to tangle your fingers in the hair at the very bottom. he made a low noise in the back of his throat, one that vibrated against your lips and for a second made you remember his previous confession.

“steve,” you breathed the words against his lips like a prayer and he swore he wanted to play the sound on a loop forever. you stroked your fingers along the base of his neck, pulling your lips away from him, fighting back a grin when he tried to chase your mouth with another kiss. “wait, just, wait.” he let you pull back enough to meet his gaze, eyes still glassy but a lot more focused. you surprised a shiver that tingled up your spine when he ran his hands along your back.

“i love you, too. i’m in love with you. like butterflies in my tummy, forgetting what day it is when you smile at me in love with you.” you ran your thumb over his cheek, catching a drop of rain that had dripped from his hair. he turned into your hand, lashes falling closed for a second as he took in a deep breath of air. “i know you said you should have told me how you felt but i should have told you too. i should have told you that i only agreed to go out with andrew because you didn’t seem like an option. i didn’t think you wanted me the way i wanted you and it hurt and the only way i could stop it from hurting was to fill your place. but it never worked because no one can ever fill your place, steve. no one is ever gonna make me feel like you do. andrew didn’t win me over, didn’t even come close and the date was awful because everything he did reminded me that he wasn’t you and that i wouldn’t truly be happy unless it was you asking me dumb questions every five seconds of the movie.”

steve was silent for a few seconds, eyes searching your face and then his lips tilted into that crooked grin that could make you do whatever he asked. despite the confident smile, his voice was soft and just a little bit shy when he spoke.

“you love me?”

“completely.”

“completely?” his smile grew when you nodded and he bumped his nose into yours, his lips pressing a messy kiss over your mouth that spread tingles all the way to your toes. he gave a little breathless laugh and then brought his hands up to cup your cheeks, an array of wet kisses falling on every inch of your face, from your nose to your forehead to your cheek and back again. “i’m sorry i took so long.”

“it’s okay, you have a lifetime to make up for it, harrington.” with that you lifted your mouth back to his and in the dark of your room, with the rain still pouring against the windows, you kissed him until your lips were bruised and his name was the only thought on your mind.

[kaaytea]

Hey Kay! Could you do GoM + Kuroko and Kagami where they mess up their confession to the reader (if it's soo many characters you can drop some)

Messing up their confession

⤷Includes: Kuroko, Aomine, Akashi, Kagami, Kise, Murasakibara, Midorima

Warnings: gn!reader, blood, mention of boobs bc Aomine, Akashi feels a smidge ooc, I'm sorry but Mura basically spits on reader 💀

A/n: KnB request, my beloved :') I'm still playing around with characterizations and was drawing a blank for what to write for Aomine and Kashi, so I'm sorry if it feels a bit off!

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Kuroko

Oh poor sweet, sweet Kuroko

You just came into his life on a whim and he fell hard

It started with you actually noticing he was present

One of your friends was literally about to walk straight into him—which he's used to, so he's already braced for impact—but you reach out and pull your friend away, sending him a warm smile as you walk past

He immediately gets a fuzzy feeling in his chest, a feeling that expands when you end up willingly partnering up with him for an English project

He didn't think being seen and acknowledged by another person would impact him so heavily, but damn is it nice

Kuroko believes in honesty, so once he gets to a point where every little thing you do makes his heart flutter, he decides to confess

He's so cute, he has what he's going to say all planned out to avoid any slip ups :))

You'd think nothing would go wrong with how organized he is and you're right

He does nothing wrong, but Kuroko still has the least amount of presence which leads to the saddest situation

Kuroko planned to confess to you during lunch break. The two of you went to a quiet corner of the school and ate like normally

He was a little shaky, so you asked if something was wrong and that's when he took a deep breath and started vocalizing his feelings

But moments before he formally confessed a boy from your class called your name from down the hall and literally stepped IN FRONT of Kuroko, completely cutting him off

Kuroko was . . . Irritated to say the least, but the icing on the cake is when the rude guy asked you on a date right in front of him

Any confidence Kuroko had was gone, like his entire soul just crumpled in on itself

You, on the other hand, were pissed

Although Kuroko hadn't said the words out loud, you knew exactly what he was going to say and this Bozo just ruined it

So you just flat out "No ❤️" the guy, gather your things, and grab onto Kuroko's hand to pull him into an empty classroom

You coax Tetsu into finishing his confession (he tried to protest, arguing that you wouldn't want to hear what he has to say)

You squeeze his hands reassuringly, which gives him a boost of confidence, and he finishes his confession

Aomine

Please he's so weird

He definitely has a crush on you it just took him a long ass time to realize why his stomach would get all ↗️↩️↙️ whenever he saw you

He didn't even come to that conclusion, it was Imayoshi who was like "Wow do you have a crush on them or something?" After Aomine said something dumb in front of you

Of course Aomine said no, but then he thought about it and had a "Wait a damn minute" moment

Listen he is Whipped, with a capital W, for you

But having a crush isn't going to stop him from looking at dirty magazines

You guys are literally chilling on his little roof hangout and he's actively asking if you want to watch a movie or grab some food together

And this fool is flipping through one of his magazines

He is asking you out while looking at b00bs‼️

Sir . . . That's not really how this whole dating thing works

At least look at the person you're asking out, stop hiding behind pages of women in bikinis 😭

Kise

You were special to Kise, so obviously he can't just give you a boring, old normal confession

He had to do something qUirky and fUn!

He was already confident that you liked him back, so literally anything he did he was sure you'd accept

The most perfect way to confess came to him one night

Or more accurately, his Tik Tok algorithm gave him the perfect confession idea

He was going to do the "Kissing your crush/best friend trend" with you

It was perfect! First kiss and confession all wrapped up in one!

Kise invited you to hang out with him at the Kaijou gym while he worked on some ball handling drills

Which eventually led to the two of you fooling around and trying to make really dumb shots or passes

Kise set up his phone saying he wanted to make a Tik Tok with the two of you acting all silly and you went along with it

But then he started recording and a slightly familiar audio blasted from his phone and then he was leaning in towards you and placed a hand on your hip

And then you slapped him

You panicked and slapped Kise Ryouta on the cheek

It wasn't hard, but it was enough to startle the both of you and make a bought of guilt weigh on him

You started apologizing and then he started apologizing for making you uncomfortable and it was all a huge mess

Kise honestly was close to getting teary when you smacked him. He really thought you liked him, so it was a shot to the heart when you avoided him

The two of you decided to pack up your things and go home because the gym felt a little too awkward now

When he dropped you off at your house, you placed a gentle kiss on the side of his face you slapped to make up for ruining the moment earlier

He pulled you in for take two of your first kiss shortly after

Murasakibara

I don't care what anyone says, Murasakibara is a sweetie at heart

Sure he's a bit blunt, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care about the people around him

Whenever you're around, Mura just longingly looks at you. He's pretty good friends with you, but he wants more than that and doesn't really know how to act on his feelings

Everyday poor Tatsuya is forced to watch Mura pine after you, but it's like a weird pining because Mura doesn't really talk about you, he just sort of sadly watches you

Tatsuya is at his limit and is basically like "Please just talk to them, please."

So Murasakibara does what he does best, which is dragged people around to different stores to look for new snacks

And you just so happen to be his victim this time

The day was pretty chill, you just shared some snacks and explored the shopping district you were in

Murasakibara was uncharacteristically quiet and had been sort of distracted the entire day, which was cute, but made you a bit worried

The two of you eventually sat down to share one of the foods you picked up from a street stall and Mura just started chattering about you

And technically he did ask you on an official date, but he was also kind of speaking with his mouth full and uh . . . Kinda spit crumbs onto your face

Yeaaaaah it was pretty nast

He tried to casually play it off and apologized while whipping your face clean with his sleeve

He looked unbothered, BUT HE FELT SO BAD ON THE INSIDE

It was an honest mistake, but it's kinda up to you on if you accept or not 💀

Midorima

Oh god, I'm so sorry

Your family moved into the house next to his a little less than a year ago

Midorima hadn't paid much attention to you initially, but then one day you just enraptured him and he slowly started to seek out conversations with you

Just quick neighborly conversations

Which turn into him WALKING to school with you

Yes. Walking. Takao finally gets a break from carting his ass around town

Now, It's well known that Midorima puts a lot of faith into horoscopes

Maybe a little too much

So on a lucky day for cancers, mans gave it his all and asked you on a date while walking to Shutoku

And you said yes! Midorima was super sweet and you'd be lying if you said you weren't a little bit interested in him

He could have stopped there, he should have stopped there, but no

Midorima went on about how compatible the two of you are

And he started spewing out all these random facts about you and he sounded a bit. . . Stalkerish

(How the FUCK does he know your blood type?! YOU don't even know your blood type!)

Yeah talk about uncomfortable . . . You discreetly put some distance between the two of you on the street

Midorima ended up apologizing later and promised he wasn't creepy or anything

(note that he only noticed what he said when he told Takao he had asked you out and told him everything that happened)

Akashi

You may be thinking: "But Kay! How would Akashi mess up on something as important as a confession?!"

Well, your answer is he wouldn't!

Nothing goes wrong . . . Kinda

He doesn't goof up and nothing out of the ordinary happens

Akashi just takes his confession very seriously and tries to convey his feelings fully through his words

You had interacted with Akashi regularly and he was always courteous and refined

You became acquaintances in Rakuzan's library and eventually became book buds (you went to study and he went to hunt down a new novel. Eventually the both of you started sharing a table and you continued to share that same table everytime you were in the library)

You were so confused as to why this golden boy was so interested in spending his leisure time in the library with you, but hey, you weren't complaining!

The day he confessed he asked for you to walk with him around campus once you both left the library

In the quiet of one of the sunset lit hallways he gripped onto your hands and spilled his heart out to you

And it was sweet, but he went above and beyond in his words

Like some of the things made you a bit hesitant because it sounded like he was demanding you go out with him

Shit like: "I would make you the happiest person in the world." "You would be my Emperor/Empress." "My heart belongs to you and would cease beating if you turned me down." "Our future together will be perfect."

Damn, Akashi, maybe chill out a bit?

He'd probably already have some kind of fancy dinner reservation booked

I mean Akashi is super sweet, but that confession was giving 🚩🚩

Kagami

Kagami is a gentleman, but he can also be dumb of ass

You had been helping Riko run practices for a bit and eventually you were just adopted as the Seirin manager

Kagami was drawn to you, originally out of curiosity, but now it's purely because of his massive crush on you

By some grace of God, you hadn't picked up on his affections, but literally the entire team knew

It's that bad . . .

The team is begging him to confess because it's unbearable to watch him flounder everyday

The only problem is that Kagami isn't that great with words is the romantic sense, so he struggles a bit

Until he thinks of what, in his mind, was the perfect way to confess

From his time in America, he vividly remembered that people would ask their partners out by writing on a basketball (or whatever ball they used in their sport)

So he does that, whether that's a good idea or not is to be determined

Kagami writes the most basic "Want to go on a date?" on a basketball and his plan is to pass it to you during practice

You're literally just talking to Kiyoshi when Kagami calls out to you and passes the ball your way

He doesn't even do a bounce pass, this boy does a full force chest pass to you

He didn't even calculate for the height difference, so he absolutely domes you in the face with a basketball

Full contact with your nose, you are now bleeding into your hands to make an effort in stopping the blood from getting onto the court

Riko is handling your injury and literally everyone else is harassing Kagami because "whY the fUcK?! Would you dO thAT?!"

Poor baby feels terrible now

He apologized the entirety of practice and bought you a milkshake after

He properly asked you out then

[lostcauses-noregrets]

Hi lost! I've recently started writing fics again (after going cold turkey for, what, 10 years?) and I was wondering– do you have any tips on writing Erwin and Levi respectively? I've always struggled with deep insights of characters and feel like I always have to have complex thoughts and emotions explained to me to understand them, and in the case of eruri I feel like that really isn't sustainable 😂 (1/2)

it sometimes feels like their entire existence is shrouded in mystery and such intricate complexity that I just never get a grip on what they truly think or who they fundamentally are– i've tried going through your meta tags about them and am currently reading a bunch of fics to try and figure it out but always draw a blank. it feels like i'm trying but taking backwards progress and i'm sorry for putting you in this sort of position!! i just feel like a few pointers would be a good start (2/2)

Congratulations Anon! That’s great that you’ve taken the plunge and started writing again! Erwin and Levi can be quite daunting characters to write, but they have such depth nuance, that once you get a feel for their characters, every other OTP pales in comparison.

Before I try to answer your question, I want to preface this by saying that every reader and writer has their own interpretation of Erwin and Levi’s characters, and that’s just fine. Some writers prefer to follow canon characterisation, while others enjoy pushing their characters to extremes or changing them entirely. It’s fine, it's fanfiction, anything goes! Personally, I try to stick as closely as possible to canon characterisation, I have no idea if I’m successful, but that’s what I’m aiming for. So this is my interpretation of Erwin and Levi’s canon characters.

The first thing to be aware of is that both Erwin and Levi are unreliable narrators who see their own actions in the worst possible light. Levi claims that he doesn’t mind being a lunatic and a killer, and there’s certainly some truth in that, but he is also one of the kindest characters in the entire series. Meanwhile Erwin sees himself as a cheat and fraud who fooled his men into dying for humanity, while he alone pursued his own selfish dream. That of course is patently untrue, Erwin is far from the only character pursuing his own dream.

Erwin is definitely the more complex character of the two. On the surface, he appears to be the personification of the cold, ruthless military commander, driven to pursue his goal and willing to sacrifice anyone and anything, including his soldiers and his own humanity, in order to achieve it. However this facade conceals a deeply vulnerable human being with great emotional depth, who is haunted by his father’s death and the guilt he feels for pursuing his dream. Of course it’s only to Levi that Erwin reveals this vulnerability, when he admits the toll that this mis-placed guilt has taken on him and confesses that he often thought it would be easier to simply die.

Erwin is also a deeply compassionate individual, in addition to the guilt he carries for pursuing his dream, he also feels enormous guilt and personal responsibility for all those that died under his command. He’s a gambler and a risk taker but he always calculates his risks to minimize casualties, and he never hesitates to lead from the front. Erwin also has a talent for seeing potential in people who others might write off as worthless; a crazy heretic like Hangi, a monster like Eren, a thug like Levi. Erwin clearly has incredible strategic intelligence, but he’s also a bit weird and he sharesLevi’s off the wall sense of humour. He is also kind and generous to his subordinates, loyal to his friends, and tender and gentle with those he cares about. In the Smartpass stories you’ll find him buying gifts for his squad leaders, writing fond letters to Nile and Marie, and sharing wistful tender moments with Levi in the rain. Erwin may be a little vain but he is never selfish, arrogant, or egotistical and he is never ever wilfully cruel. (The other thing Erwin is most definitely not is a sociopath. I have seen some people describe him as a sociopath in the past, and I honestly don’t know where to even begin with that.)

I think one of my favourite quotes that really encapsulates the depth and complexity of Erwin’s character comes from Ono Daisuke who said:

“Erwin has so much emotion that it’s difficult for people to see it. The amplitude of his emotions is so great that to those around him it looks as if the needle isn’t moving at all.”

Levi is a much more straightforward character, but even then he’s still a mess of contradictions. On the one hand he’s coarse, violent, aloof and intimidating, but on the other, he’s brave, compassionate, loyal, and capable of inspiring others. It’s these contradictions that make him such a compelling and popular character. There’s a lovely exchange in the Smartpass Erwin & Levi Up Close Interview where Erwin waxes lyrical about Levi’s character to the interviewer.

Erwin: …Alright. Starting with Levi…I think he is excellent at shouldering important duties. With the title “Humanity’s Strongest” as part of the SC, our reputations have also been elevated. On the battlefield, he has also faithfully completed the tasks I have assigned to him. Despite his warmhearted nature, I’ve asked him to carry out some cruel missions…

Journalist: Is Captain Levi very…”warmhearted?”

Erwin: You’ve already interviewed his subordinates, right? Then you must have heard just how much they trust their captain.

Journalist: Indeed. I even heard the same thing from new recruits who are not from his squad.

Erwin: He just has a rude attitude…but he cherishes his comrades’ life more than anyone else. His reputation cannot be established based on strength alone, Humans can subconsciously detect how much concern others have for them… and when they notice this kindness, it inspires power…That is something that I can’t do.

I know there is sometimes a tendency to characterise Levi as a bit of a naive ingenue before he meets Erwin, but I think that’s doing him a disservice. Before joining the Survey Corps, Levi was a successful gang leader in the Underground, taught to survive by one of the underworld’s most notorious killers. He’s tough, resilient and street smart. He may not have Erwin’s strategic intelligence, but he has a talent for reading and understanding people. And he also has a really dumb shitty sense of humour

Levi is also one of the most consistent characters in the series. He basically doesn’t change from beginning to end; he remains devoted to Erwin, to his cause and to his comrades. I know some readers were frustrated by what they saw as Levi’s lack of character growth in the manga, but one of the things I’ve always loved about Levi is his constancy. He enters the manga as a grown ass adult and that’s who he remains. His character development happens primarily before the main arc of the manga, in ACWNR.

When it comes to understanding Erwin and Levi’s relationship with each other, I’ve written reams and reams which you can find in my eruri relationship tag. Here are a few highlights that I think really capture what I love most about their relationship.

The thing I adore most about Erwin and Levi’s relationship is that it’s not a romance. It’s a mature adult relationship between two war weary veterans who have spent their entire lives fighting. Who, against the odds, have grown to trust, respect and love on each other. Erwin gives Levi a purpose, a cause to fight for, and Levi gives Erwin his strength and support. Of course some of the trappings of romance are there too in the supplementary materials; the private dinners, the quiet moments watching the rain fall, the contraband tea, the gifts of fancy clothes, but it’s not the romance that matters, it’s the Deep Bond of Mutual Trust. It’s the fact that Erwin depends on Levi and trusts him enough to reveal his deepest regrets and desires. At the same time, Levi cares so deeply for Erwin that he willingly shoulders his burden and damns humanity to let him rest in peace.

What the hell do they think a relationship looks like when you’re an exhausted 30 + year old war veteran who has spent their entire life fighting for survival? It looks like this; finding someone who you can trust with your life. If you were to ask me what characterizes a successful adult relationship I would say it’s exactly this; mutual trust, respect and understanding, and when push comes to shove, the willingness to do everything in your power to help the person you hold most dear, even if that means letting them go.

Erwin gave Levi a cause to fight for, a position of authority and respect, he treats him with kindness and consideration, he trusts him above and beyond all others, and it’s Levi he turns to when he needs support. In return, Levi devotes his strength to Erwin’s cause, he becomes his right hand man, a shoulder to lean on, the one person Erwin can open up to and who will lift his burden when it grows too heavy.

I hope this helps you to gain some insight into these amazing characters Anon. If you’re looking for more information, I’ve got a sort of Eruri starter pack here that you might find useful to check out. Good luck with your writing!