#GOD I JUST REALIZED WHEN I CHANGED THE COLOR OF THE BLANKET I ONLY DID IT IN TWO OF THE PANELS

[jammatown919]

I feel like they'd have goofy late-night conversations.

[sweetnans]

Pairing: f.reader/bakugo

t.warning: angst? war flashbacks and fluff

a/n: I'm sorry if I misspelled something. My hand hurts. Enjoy 💖

He be goddammed. Mina had asked specifically for a comic book to give Denki for his birthday, and none of the dumbasses on the squad have found it. So here he is, entering in the twelveth bookstore on his day off. Bakugo couldn't believe his position right now. The last time he had a day off was like ages ago, and now he has to find a stupid book for one of his friends.

He walked in with his usual scowl, looking for the labeled shelf with all the colorful spines highlighting above the bored ones.

The bookstore was empty. He was about to give up on his search when the building appeared on his way back home. It was a tiny store, cozy and brown. All shelves were made of wood, and the sitting area was no different. Brown chairs varnished with fluffy blankets on top. It was like a fairy forest magical paradise kind of shit. He liked the quietness.

"Hey, welcome! How may I help you?" The girl behind the desk spoke out of nothing, putting him in defense mode. He couldn't help it. He is a heroe, after all.

He saw the girl rising his hands in surrender with a comical smile on her face.

"Calm down, I'm only trying to help you," you said, putting your book down in a very slow movement.

"Shit, sorry" he apologized.

He couldn't help but notice how the smile on your face shifted to a weird look, scanning him from tip to toe.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" You tapped your chin while bending over your desk to have a better look on the man who was in front of you.

"Probably from the screen or magazines" He said nonchalantly. He was used to this kinda stuff.

"Mm yeah maybe" you were unsure about that. "So, what are you looking for?"

"Im looking for a comic book." He looked at you while you walked to the comics shelf, and he followed when he noticed that had no other information."It's a special edition, I haven't found it yet, and I'm starting to think that's not in stock"

"Just a few people have found this place, it's not even in the google map, so you have the odds to find it here, I like to keep my stock updated" you said, looking at him. God, where have you seen him? How could you forget such a guy like him?

While Bakugo kept searching the famous comic book on the giant shelf, you tried to search in your mind the sight of him.

"You told me that I could have seen you on magazines. Are you a hero, perhaps?"

Bakugo stopped his search in a bit. He wasn't full of himself like when he was younger, but it was difficult to believe that someone didn't recognize him.

"Yeah, I am"

The look on your face didn't change with realization like he expected. Your facade was even more puzzled than before.

You kept silent trying to think. You found Bakugo particularly special. He had features that weren't easy to forget, so why were you so confused?

"GOT IT!" The two of you screamed at the same time, sharing a look. Bakugo was confused, and you were extremely excited.

You two walked to the register, and he lent you the book he was holding.

"May I ask what you got?" He asked secretly, praying that you would give away the information.

"Oh yeah sorry, I remembered you" you scanned the code and put the book on a paper bag.

"Is that so?" Bakugo wasn't sure if you had like a dementia or a memory problem.

"Yeah" you simply said, "Also, you will love this book, it's so good" you said holding the bag to him after he paid.

"Have you read it?" He was curious. You didn't seem the type of girl fan of comics.

"Yes, I just did"

He would be amazed if he didn't live in society based on quirks. It was odd in the society working on a thing that wasn't related to the individual's quirk.

"How does it work?" Bakugo asked because he found that he liked the quietness your bookstore provided. He didn't want to leave.

"When I touch the book, I just know everything about it, the storyline, the plot, etcetera. It's pretty helpful. it works with people too, " you explained to him.

"That's pretty cool," he said, giving it a moment. "Wait, people? That would be pretty useful. Have you ever thought about working with the police? Or the Pro's?

You sighed with a smile on your face. He was getting used to your mannerisms.

"I worked with them for a while..." You intertwined your fingers above the counter. "When the war started, I was assigned to the special identification unit"

"I never heard of it." When the war started He was so busy fighting and being injured to notice anything else. "What was your job there?"

"I was in charge of the identification of dead and destroyed bodies"

Bakugo was shocked even if his face didn't give it away. You were about his age. He sympathized with you because he lived the same shit that you lived, the same trauma, watching people die and suffer in a different perspective.

"That's...-" He didn't know what to say.

"I know..., they pulled me out of the school to make me help them". It was raw, but the war made its havocs to everyone.

"So you were in the field..."

"Yeah, right after the heroes fought, we used to get the call and head to the battlefield"

"Why did you quit?"

You doubted. Maybe he wasn't ready for the upcoming truth...maybe he didn't even know what happened.

"You know, it all changed when I went to this battlefield. It was one of the last fights that occurred during the war. A lot of people were injured, some of them dead, some of them presumed to be dead...I was so excited when I remembered you because I never got the chance to thank you"

He was stunned. When you made a mention about him, his world stopped its rotation. You really knew him? Like outside the press?

"Thank me about what?" He asked curious.

"Your life vision," you said in a calm way. He didn't understand. "Fights and battles move out faster than you think, sometimes they're fighting in the sky, and then they're on the ground, so me and my team had to be quick following the main focus of them. I was looking for injured people to send them to the EMTs when I found you. I remember holding you in my arms. Your face was destroyed, and there was blood everywhere. I saw who you were, your failures, your accomplishments, your friends, your life, and it amazed me. You were just a kid fighting for the grown-up mistakes, but you liked it. You were devoted to your dreams. I never felt that while working with the police. " You stopped for a bit to breathe again. You couldn't look Bakugo to his eyes. "When I touch a corpse, I see everything in a gray hue, every memory fading away. It's sad. You were in my arms when that gray hue started to change to a bright and the most precious tone of orange and red, you were alive, I've never seen something like that before. I was, god, I didn't even know how to put it in words. I remember crying and thinking that it would be a chance for you to pursue your dreams. It wasn't over for you like it was for the other people I attended. Other colors started to appear as well. I felt your chest move again, and I took you to the EMTs. You were the most beautiful vision I saw during the war. You made me realize that i didn't want to watch other peoples crushed dreams. I wanted to live my own, you had your chance, I wanted a chance too, a chance far away from the sadness and catastrophe"

He kept himself quiet. For the first time in many years, he was out of words.

"This is head spinning, I don't know what to say." He was overwhelmed with everything you've said. He was well aware that someone must've saved him, but he never thought that he was presumed dead when it happened.

"Don't get me wrong, I feel like I did my duty as a citizen, and I'll do it again if they need me, but it was devastating touch those bodies and realize that there were people waiting for them at home or that they had kids that they never will be able to see grow up. I haven't done my peace with the war yet"

"I remember being carried to the ambulance. Was that you?" That was the first memory he had after he woke up. It was a blury one like those memories you don't know if they're real or not.

"Yeah, you were such a heavy lift. No offense, " you giggle a little.

"Not taken, how old were you?" Bakugo scratched the back of his neck, trying to assemble every piece of information.

"I was eighteen at that time. You were sixteen, i think, a major pain in the ass for what i saw. Before you woke up i was upset for you, the people you had around really loved you and cared about you, it was unfair and i started to feel guilty about the lives they would never be able to have, yours included"

"Dont be hard on yourself. It wasn't your fault. I was fighting for the grown-up mistakes, but you were definitely living the consequences of them"

The silence between you two was absolutely necessary. You dreamed about this day, you weren't looking forward to it, you didn't do your research or bother to look for him but it was happening. Bakugo couldn't piece the information right. You saved him. He didn't remember much of it, but he knew that someone, a girl, took him to the ambulance, but until a few hours ago, it was just a thought that appeared in his lonely nights. Now you were in front of him, sharing a crucial part of yourself and himself aligned.

"Fuck" That was the first thing he came up with. It was the perfect word to describe how he felt.

"Same," you said. You weren't sure how to feel either. You let it all out, and you were happy that He was alive. "Did you fulfill your dreams?"

He put a weird look that had you regretting your question.

"I'm the number two pro hero in Japan," You covered your face with your hands in absolute shame and laughed.

"I'm so sorry, I don't watch TV or anything." He smiled as well. Your laugh was contagious enough to make him smile. "I'm happy to see you alive"

You were cute. When he first saw you, he thought to himself that something, outside everything he had known, was pulling him to you, like an invisible string or something. You saved his life, and he didn't even attempt to find you sooner. He couldn't let you go.

"My friend's birthday is this saturday," he started. "I know it's not like a proper date or something, but if you don't have any plans or a boyfriend or something like-

Most of the time, he didn't get that nervous, but you were there, standing in front of him, looking at him with perfect eyes and trying to hide your smile.

"I'd love to," you answered before he could say anything else. He felt relieved for the interruption and for you saying yes.

"Good," he watched while you scribbled down your number in a paper.

You put the paper on his hand, and even though he was skeptical, most of the time, he would've swear that he felt a sort of electricity running up and down his spine.

"There you go," you said, batting slightly your lashes at him.

He felt weird. He didn't want this encounter to end. He wanted to tell you a lot of things. He wanted to vent about his life. He wanted to make you a part of him.

"Fuck the party" he muttered. "Are you free? Like right now? Let me buy you a coffee."

He was desperate.

"Let me think about it," you tapped your chin jokingly. "Help me close this thing, and I'm all yours"

The air that he was holding left his lungs. He didn't think that he was being impulsive with all this. He just knew that you were something that was meant to happen, but he never thought that he would have a second chance to meet you again.

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[loveelle]

Last Night

Jim Halpert x Reader

A/N: Well, took me a bit longer than I thought it would but here it is! The fic yall voted on the last few weeks! Not entirely sure how I feel about it, bit back and forth for me, changed quite a few ideas from when I first decided I was going to write based on this song, but yeah! Let me know what you think!

This fic is based on the song Last Night (Beer Fear) by Lucy Spraggan so I suggest giving it a listen to!

WC: 4.2K

Master

A/N2: When you see “---” that means a time skip forward or backward depending on where you are in the fic, hopefully that makes sense!

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Your head hurt.

Oh god, did your head hurt.

You hated being hungover. Last time you were hungover this bad, it was the night before your college graduation and you promised yourself the next day that you would never drink that much again. Obviously, last night you decided to break that promise.

Your situation only proved worse when the alarm next to the bed went off, signaling it was 8 am. You slap your hand against the table, looking for your phone, but instead you’re met with a bedside clock, finally stopping its ear torturing sound. You barely have time to sigh in relief before you struggle to take in your surroundings. Your head was still pounding and your eyes refused to open all the way but one thing was certain.

This was not your room.

This was not your house.

You woke up in someone else’s house.

First things first, check for your clothes. With a simple glance down, your heart sinks. Gone was your Halloween costume from the last night and in its place was a T-shirt that wasn’t yours and by the looks of it on you, belong to a man, as well as a pair of shorts also not belonging to you.

“Shiiiiiit.” You whisper to yourself only seconds before a knock comes at the door. You jump in place, clutching the blanket close to your body and ignoring the urge to throw up everything you ate yesterday. The door opens much too slowly for your liking before a very, very familiar head of shaggy brown hair appears and every muscle in your body relaxes.

Jim smiles sheepishly when he sees you in his bed. Your hair was a mess and you were wearing one of his old shirts from college. There was a ghost of your smile when you realize it was just Jim coming in that made him smile wide himself.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” He chuckles, handing you a glass of water and an aspirin. You don’t say anything as you take the pill and glass from him, gulping it down as fast as you can. “How do you feel?”

“I can taste colors.” You grumble, putting the glass next to Jim’s alarm clock. Jim laughs. He was unsure what exactly to say, although you were in the same position. You glance around the room, silently taking it all in and waiting for the pounding right behind your eyes to stop. “It’s Saturday, why is your alarm going off?” You finally say, meeting Jim’s eyes with a squint.

Jim’s brows raise comically as he nods. “I like to wake up at the same time.” He shrugs.

You shake your head. “You’re supposed to sleep in on the weekends.” Jim exhales a quietier laugh and you watch him rock on his heels, unable to look you in the eye anymore. You clear your throat, clutching the blanket a little tighter. “Uh, Jim?” He hums, leaning on the wall behind him. “Last night, did we… um…” you weren’t really sure you wanted to finish that sentence, but luckily you didn’t have to. Jim was quick to shake his head and you let out a huge sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god.” He quirks a brow and your eyes widen. “I didn’t mean like… just that, you know, I was drunk and you were drunk… and we’re coworkers… and friends?”

“It’s alright.” Jim’s posture relaxes and you feel your cheeks heat up a little at the prospect.

“Not that it would be a bad thing.” You quickly say before you can stop yourself, hating the fact your hangover hadn’t stopped you or said something less painfully stupid.

“I know.” You nod your head at Jim’s words, leaning back on his pillow and closing your eyes. Then it struck you; it wasn’t the words Jim said, but how he said them. It was almost like he knew what exactly you were talking about. Almost like he could read your mind, Jim chuckles. “You really don’t remember much of the party last night, do you?”

You shake your head, your breath stuck in your throat. “Was it bad?”

Jim tilts his head, thinking about yesterday before a smile crosses his face.

---

Last Night…

Jim walks into the office 15 minutes after the office’s costume party was supposed to start. He will never understand why Michael decided on a costume party at the beginning of April, but here he was. There was bad music playing from the office that Jim could hear the moment he stepped out of the elevator, widening his eyes momentarily before adjusting the taped black circles on his torso and pulling the door open.

“Jimbo!” Michael calls out before the door even closed behind Jim. Jim breathes out a laugh, putting his hands in his pockets. “Welcome to the party!”

“Hey Mike.” Michael throws his arm over Jim’s shoulders, struggling a bit with the height of his employee.

Michael leads Jim throughout the office, where he sees his coworkers in all in different costumes with drinks in their hands. Michael finally lets Jim go with a pat and push on the shoulder as Jim snags a drink on his way out of the conference room. He runs into Kelly and Ryan, Kelly sporting a costume that Jim didn’t realize was supposed to be Taylor Swift, and Ryan as a police officer. He was just about to answer Kelly’s question of how he was doing before he spots you, Phyllis, and Pam talking in the kitchen. He smiles to himself before heading your way, catching your attention out of the corner of your eye.

Pam catches your smile growing at the sight of Jim as she nudges your arm. “Will you just tell him you like him already.” She whispers to you despite the glass door separating the two of you. You smack her arm gently, sipping from the red cup in your hand.

“No.”

“Come on, Y/N! Tonight’s the night!” Pam keeps pushing, raising her brows at you multiple times.

Your mouth drops open from her antics. “Pamela Beasley, how drunk are you?” She rolls her eyes at you. “Phyllis, can you tell Pam to lay off?”

“Oh no, Y/N. I’m on her side. I mean, if I never made the first move on Bob, we wouldn’t be married.” She says before grabbing an extra drink and leaving you and Pam, heading towards the Annex where she knows her husband currently is waiting for her.

You tilt your head in defeat, unsure what you expected from seeking Phyllis’ help.

“Tell him.” Pam says seconds before Jim opens the door. Your eyes widen and you can’t help but take another large sip of your drink, knowing if you were going to have any chance of telling Jim you’re desperately in love with him, alcohol would be your best friend.

Pam not-so-sneakily steps away from you as Jim comes in front of you, matching your smile. You look him up and down before adjusting the black dot on Jim’s chest that had started to fall down. “Three-hole punch Jim? Bringing back a classic?”

“Oh absolutely, I put a lot of work in this costume,” Jim hides his smile behind his cup as he takes a drink. He looks you up and down as well, only he takes a bit longer as his brows draw together. “And you are…?”

You chuckle, looking down at the white shirt and pants and black shawl you were wearing. “I’m a penguin.”

A cute penguin, Jim says to himself and before he has the chance to compliment your costume in a way less exposing of his feelings, Michael comes tripping into the kitchen, holding a drink in his hand.

“Jiiiiim! Y/NNNNN!” He says, pointing at the two of you. You and Jim stare at him, neither of you saying anything as Michael pants heavily, his face red from the no doubt numerous drinks he’s already had. He just smiles, looking between you both before he turns around to leave and you can faintly hear the sound of him calling out Ryan’s name as the door closes.

Jim and you fall into a fit of laughter, unsure what exactly to do about your drunk boss. “Why did he get so much alcohol?” Jim asks, shaking his head.

You shrug and finish off the last bit in your cup. “I have no idea, but I am certainly not complaining.” You step to the right of Jim, filling up your cup with the bottles Michael put in the kitchen earlier. “Can we even have this much in the office?” You ask and take a long sip.

Jim watches you carefully as you toss your head back, effectively finishing off the drink you just poured before he gulped. “I uh… I don’t know.” He quiets for a second as you fill up your cup again. “Sure you don’t want to slow down there?” He chuckles, although he is a bit worried for you.

You shake your head and smile. “Nope.” You pop the ‘p’. “It’s a party, Jim. And I’m gonna enjoy it.” You stick your cup in the air and Jim cheers against your cup, both of you taking a sip and your eyes widen after yours, starting to feel a bit of a buzz.

“Alright, but I’m not helping with you if you’re hungover tomorrow.” He says as the two of you walk out of the kitchen, joining the rest of the party in the conference room.

---

“That doesn’t sound too bad, I remember most of that and even what Pam, Phyllis and I were talking about.” You can’t imagine the story of last night will remain as boring as those first 15 minutes Jim had described. As long as you didn’t drink that much more after those three drinks.

“What were you guys talking about?”

Uh.

“Nothing?”

Jim chuckles, moving to finally sit down on the bed next to you, causing you to scootch over as he sits on top of the blankets, giving you all the space that you need in your hungover bliss.

“I take it forgot about your ‘bracelets’, then?” Jim smirks, unable to meet your eyes. Your stomach falls greatly, a small vague memory coming back to you as Jim continues his story.

---

Jim loses sight of you for a bit as he is pulled into a drinking game with Kevin and Meredith, narrowly beating Kevin but loosing to Meredith in a landslide. He glances around the conference room and into the bullpen but he doesn’t see you. Most of his coworkers were drunk, but he sees Angela in the corner, sipping on a lemonade in a black cat costume.

“Angela.” He calls out, making her sigh. “You’re not drinking?”

“I don’t drink at work.” She says, despite the fact she’s not currently working. Jim nods, taking another look around from the new spot in the room. “Besides, someone has to make sure no one does something stupid like drive.” Jim nods again, glad despite Angela’s resistance to the party, she is watching her coworkers. Angela stops watching her coworkers actions with disgust and looks up with Jim before sighing even louder. “She’s in the annex.”

Jim’s head snaps her way so fast that he almost spills his drink. “What?”

“Y/N. She’s in the annex with Ryan.” Jim knows he’s blushing at how obvious he was searching for you, but thanks her nonetheless. “Whatever.” She says and walks away to another corner, continuing to sip on her lemonade.

When Jim realizes Angela said you were alone with Ryan, he was quick to make his way out of the bullpen, hearing your laugh before he was even in the annex. When he does walk in, he’s greeted with you and Ryan a bit too close for his liking. “What’s going on?” He calls out and Ryan jumps back, one of his hands coming up to scratch the back of his neck and the other picking up his cup of beer on the table.

“Hey man,” Ryan says before downing his drink. Jim gives him a look of distrust before focusing on you.

“Jim!” Your eyes light up as you turn around to see who was there and right away Jim knows you’ve had quite a few more drinks or shots in his absence. The second thing he notices is the metal circling around your right wrist. You hold up the wrist to show him with a smile. “Do you like my bracelet?” the loose cuff almost smacks you in the face but you don’t react. Your smile, however, does fall the moment you get a good look at the costume piece. “Oh, wait…” you say to yourself. “They’re handcuffs.” You stare at the piece for a moment before smiling again. “I took them from the police.”

“You took them from the police?” Jim finally manages to say, wanting to make sure he doesn’t have to murder Ryan.

“She did.” Ryan is quick to nod. Jim still isn’t quick sure he believe him but once he’s focused on you again, you’ve got the bracelet off your wrist and chucking it at the temps head. Jim has to hold back a laugh as it knocks the hat off Ryan’s head, and smacks him in the face.

---

You’re quiet, burrowing your face in Jim’s pillow in embarrassment. “Oh my god.” You finally say.

Jim clears his throat. “You don’t uh, happen to remember exactly what was happening there, did you?”

Much to his relief you nod and say, “Yeah, I took his cuffs because I wanted to prove I could do a magic trick.”

“Can you do magic tricks?”

“I’ve never done a magic trick in my life.” You shake your head and pull the pillow away just in time for Jim and you to both start laughing again, although your embarrassment was reaching new levels of insane. “Please tell me that was all I did and I went home right after that.” Jim stays silent, but he looks right into your eyes, causing your heart to skip and your stomach to flip. “Please tell me I didn’t embarrass myself more.”

---

“Okay, I am taking you home.” Jim says and takes you by the hand, gently leading you out of the annex and through the kitchen. By the time you both enter the bullpen, Jim hears you gasp and he stops instinctively, thinking you might be hurt or sick or something.

You were staring at your intertwined hands with your mouth agape. Jim lets go of your hand slowly, but your expression doesn’t change. Instead, you make a sound that Jim can only describe as a squeal. The rest of the party around you falls quiet, all looking towards you and Jim.

Jim looks at them all and by the time he looks back at you, you were several feet shorter as you were on one knee.

---

“There is no way that happened.” You interrupt Jim, shaking your head once again and gripping the pillow tight.

Jim can only laugh hard, clutching his stomach from under the blanket, where he had moved during the course of the story. “You got on one knee.”

“There’s no way.”

“You asked me to marry you.”

“I asked you to marry me?” You are beyond embarrassed at this point. You are flustered and irritated and you want to go back in time to when you thought you could drink whatever you wanted at an office party. You went from simply embarrassing yourself to possibly outing your stupid little crush on your coworker. You want to leave, you want to hope this was all a dream and you were going to wake up in your own bed, but you have to know one thing first. “…Was there more?”

Jim is quiet for only a minute and you know instantly that last night wasn’t over yet.

---

“Marry me.” Your words were a bit slurred and quiet, but Jim definitely heard them and most likely your entire office did as well.

His heart is racing and his head is pounding and he doesn’t know exactly what to do, but before he can think, his drunk brain was already pulling you off the floor. “What’s that, Y/N? You want me to get you home? Now? Well, if you say so!” Before any of his coworkers could say anything, Jim is leading you out the front door of the office and calling for a cab on the way down the elevator.

You are leaning against him the entire way down and he can’t resist enjoying the feeling of you practically hugging him as he wraps his arms around you, keeping you together as you wait patiently for the taxi.

When it’s finally here, you are practically asleep in Jim’s arms, mumbling something about not drinking so much next time and for the first time all night, Jim thinks you might actually be okay. That is until you start crying in the taxi over the ending of some movie you had watched the day prior that Jim really can’t understand the name of. The taxi pulls up to Jim’s apartment and he struggles to get you through the door and up the stairs, cursing the elevator for being broken.

You’re finally in Jim’s bed and Jim lets out a sigh of relief, happy that you were safe and taken care of. He drapes your shawl over his desk chair and takes one last look at you before he starts to turn off the light. Just as the light turns off, a loud thud comes from the other side of the room and he flips the switch back on to see you face down on the floor.

He frowns before gently helping you up and making sure you’re okay once more. He was about to get you back in bed before you were suddenly more alert, scaring him a bit.

“I’m hot!” you yell out and he jumps back, colliding his back against the wall from being startled. He isn’t sure how exactly to help you before you pull your shirt over your head, quickly leaving you in your bra and giving Jim no time to divert his eyes. Just as you did with your shirt, your pants were on the floor and Jim is standing in front of you, looking up at the ceiling and covering his eyes with his hands.

“And now you’re naked.” Jim mutters mostly to himself because he can’t believe that you’re here, in his room, standing in front of him, in only your bra and matching underwear which he only got a glimpse of before coming to his senses and covering his eyes. He doesn’t know what to do next. He knows you’re not going to put your clothes back on and he doesn’t really want to remove his hand and help you and violate your privacy in the process. There’s only one thing he thinks of that might just work.

Blindly, Jim heads over to his dresser, finally removing his hand to search through his clothes. “Here,” he says, turning blindly once more. “You can wear these.” He holds the t-shirt and shorts out to you and his arm remains out stretched for a bit before you slowly take the clothes from him. When the sound of you changing stops, Jim lowers his hand.

The shirt was baggy on you and the shorts were a bit longer than shorts should have been, but Jim thought you looked great in them because they were his. You were wearing his clothes.

He must have been staring for a bit too long because you reach up and gently poke his cheek, breaking the moment between you both. Jim is hopeful in your state that you don’t realize how red his cheeks were when you poked them. “Alright, lets get you to bed.” You nod, finally working with Jim to get you under his covers and snuggled in his pillows. He has to stop himself from reacting the way he did with his clothes once again. When your breathing slowed down, Jim finally steps away, and just like earlier, he turns off the light, thanking everything possible that there was no thud this time.

He was just about to close the door before hearing you say, “I want your babies, Jim” and he freezes in his tracks.

---

For the first time all morning, you don’t say anything when Jim stops talking, you can only sit there with your head buried in the pillow, silently praying that the bed would simply open up and take you whole. Jim has no idea what is running through your head at the moment, he can only assume a whole lot of embarrassment, but if he was truthful, he isn’t sure you really needed to be embarrassed. He actually enjoyed taking care of you last night. And he has definitely been enjoying this morning as well.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Jim tries to reassure you but you can only groan into the pillow, a sound that Jim thinks slowly is turning into a laugh.

“I am never drinking again.” You say to him.

“I promise, it wasn’t that bad.” Jim pulls the pillow from your face, unable to hold back the smile on his lips when he sees you.

You sigh, staring into his comforting eyes before rolling your eyes. “Yeah, says you. You’re not the one who completely embarrassed herself in front of her coworkers and her cru- and her friend.” Just like that, you’ve embarrassed yourself even further. Hopefully, Jim didn’t catch onto the slip of your tongue, but you know you don’t have good enough luck for that. The two of you are quiet for a moment. You’ve refused to look at Jim since your slip up, settling for keeping your eyes closed, which is honestly helping with your hangover headache, and Jim just looking at you. “It least there are no photos on Facebook of me doing the robot this time.” You joke, hoping to help the situation a bit better.

All your comment does is elicit a “What?” from Jim, followed by chuckles as he promises himself to find those photos later.

The two of you were quiet once again, sitting in comfort as you think over the events of last night. You can hear your heartbeat echoing in your ears and your headache is a second thought to the fact that Jim and you were in his bed together and just talking. In all your years of pining after your coworker, you’ve never in this position before, so close together, your bodies were only separated by the fear of wanting more.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” You whisper to Jim and his smile softens his face.

“I always will.” He assures you and your lips tug upwards. “Besides, like you said last night, you need me.”

Your lips instantly tug downwards. “No, I didn’t.” You would’ve remembered that part of the story.

Jim can only laugh, scootching closer to you in the bed on accident with the action. “I didn’t tell you about the cab ride?”

“That I was crying over a movie?”

“And?”

“… and that I said that I need you?”

“And?

“And? What else did I say?”

“Besides that you need me?”

“Never said that.”

Jim smirks. He doesn’t say anything.

He doesn’t say that you rambled off almost a hundred reasons why you were in love in him.

He doesn’t say that it took everything in him to just say you were drunk and didn’t mean any of it.

He doesn’t say that despite feeling drunk himself, he sobered up real fast when he heard those three simple words tumble out of your mouth the first time. And the second time. And the third, fourth, fifth, even what seemed like the 99th time. He just wishes he could hear them again, when the words were said by a sober you.

“Come on, tell me!” You interrupt his thoughts, pushing on his shoulder gently. “What did I say? It can’t be worse than anything else I said to you last night, and I still blame it entirely on the alcohol.” Your hand lingers on his arm, slowly falling closer to the bed where his own hand was laying. Jim can’t look anywhere but your face, but your eyes were studying the way his fingers were slowly covering across your own, something Jim wasn’t even aware he was doing. “Jim?”

He clear his throat, breaking out of the moment between the two of you, but he doesn’t release the hold on your hand, instead he shifts his hand so your fingers intertwine together. “Nothing.” Jim lies, hating the whisper in his voice.

You don’t believe him, but the way he’s looking at you makes you not question him further. Maybe you didn’t need to know everything about last night. Maybe it was all worth it to lead you and Jim to this moment, the two of you growing closer and closer in his bed until his arm is wrapping around your waist and Jim and your breathing has slowed to a sleeping rhythm.

Maybe this time it was better that you didn’t wake up in the morning and be in your own house.

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I didn't realized I haven't posted it before

Ghost of fries and hero of cookies art!!!

aka how I figured out Dani's Hoopoe costume design and some chibis (with my mediocre marker skills)

"Ghost of fries and hero of cookies" is a cute and fluffy fic I wrote about Dani going to Gotham and accidentally became Signal's sidekick. Here is tumblr link. Here is AO3

Anyway, let's get to the art

Photos may be poor quality, my scanner did shitty job, and I tried to fix it up a bit in Ibis Paint, but there is only so much I could do

Hoopoe with hoopoe, to get you hooked up :)

This is finished design, so now we can get to the journey there. Some drawings will be just Dani because, yes, she threw on a cape, but I still needed to know how she looked like underneath.

And in the love of Gods, I was not going to put a child in the crop top.

Or at least I changed that when it hit me that I can... just do that. I can redesign her. Anyway, chronologically:

As you can see, in the beginning, both her cape and her mask had some more interesting designs that I got rid of. Not because I don't like it, I still think it's pretty cute, but! Mask got simplified because I realized that Bats keep their masks pretty simple in color, and she got her mask from Duke, so it needed to be simpler. Just... let's say that the one with a bit more fun stuff going on was her original paper mask, and she was pouting up a storm when Signal gave her such boring mask in exchange. THE ABSOLUTE BETRAYAL!

And the cape got more boring because it's literally a blanket. I don't think she could get a blanket with this specific pattern. But for a funny bit that I thought out when it was too late, The Pin that holds her cape together is either something like "I ❤️ Central City" or Flash merch. I highly encourage you to suggest to me what it could look like

Anyway, then came actual figuring out of her actual costume

I don't know what to tell about this part, to be honest. Maybe I would vibe better with the first one if I kept green parts one shade instead of... 4 or 5. Second one just isn't it at all, though I could probably give her belt back at some point. Third one was pretty close but this 》 shape on her torso just felt weird, so I just simplified it to the straight line in the fourth, which is the final. The elbow protection there was literally spur of the moment idea when I looked at the figure drawing and decided "I like the elbow shapes. Let's keep them" and I kept them.

Anyway, this is other shot of finished Hoopoe!Dani, with better view of her costume:

And chibis! Chilling on the roof with Signal and eating fries like good lil gremlin ghosts oath to do:

I'm frankly really proud of the chibis because for the life of me, I usually cannot draw them without feeling that their faces went through a hydraulic press or at least met a wall at really high speed.

That's all for today

[tinum]

Hands of Nihility - Blade x Reader

Summary: Blade is in a coma for so long everyone around him dies. Warnings: OOC!! not proofread Word Count: 991 Notes: I'm so critical of my own work I struggle to write. Sorry for any mistakes. The ending feels rushed tbhh Also would this be classified as angst? Is it sad enough???

Nothingness is all that surrounds him—a blank canvas with no defining traits for him to focus on. There was no sense of time in the darkness, nothing to separate night and day. He had kept count when he first arrived. His thoughts kept track of each minute that comprised the hours, hoping his stay would be brief, but he soon gave up. Counting seemed useless if he believed he would be tapped here forever.

He wasn't even sure he could move. He went through the motions of movement, one foot in front of the other, but nothing around him changed. There was only emptiness to move past, nothing tangible. He couldn't even feel anymore. He looked down to where his hands should be clenching, but he saw nothing. He felt nothing. He was nothing.

He recalls the moments that led him here. You were fighting beside him against a deity, doing as Elio told you to do. He knew you were strong, so he had no issue when you asked to accompany him. He was promised the assignment would be simple: an unknown god whose sole strength was the stellaron it housed. But, as soon as the god released a blinding light and you were tossed to the side like a ragdoll, He realized that you were still human; there were so many ways you could shatter and break. He should have never agreed in the first place. How selfish.

His teeth gritted as he raised his sword towards the being. The battle was hard fought, the entity was fast. Blow after blow tore through his skin. His own immortality couldn't even heal the wounds fast enough. Though he persisted, the god eventually grew tired, exerting all their power on a being that could not be killed. He had won; the universe may have favored them, but he was immortal. However, when the god fell, so did he.

Perhaps this was the demise he had yearned for. After years and years of constant agony, has he finally reached his goal? No, this couldn't be death; this felt more like a prison. He was forced to feel nothing, see nothing, yet he still existed.

Blade often fantasized about death, specifically his own. He believed that when a person passes, their body would be enveloped in a warm blanket, a safe and comforting feeling. Maybe the sensation of familial love would surround them, and the smell of their mother's cookies would waft up their noses. The ending of his life was supposed to be peaceful; his conciseness would fade, and he would cease to exist altogether. This was not peaceful; it was empty and… cold.

A shiver runs down his spine. Something so foreign to him, he can't help but cherish the feeling. Tingles rush at him full force, millions of needles hitting him all the way from his toes and traveling to the top of his body. His head snaps down, hoping to see the familiar view of scarred hands. Yet when he looks, his eyes see nothing. He slowly lifts his head, a pinprick of light far into the distance.

He tries to move, one two, yet the light hasn't gotten any closer. He stares as the light flickers in and out, fluctuating like a star. He hopes to reach out and capture it, but hands of nihility cannot grasp.

Suddenly, the light pounces at him. His vision erupts with blinding color, and his ears burst to life with a deafening ring. Just the noise makes him want to groan out, but his throat feels as if he swallowed sandpaper. He knows he should be elated by the sudden use of his ears, but in truth, it only annoyed him. Instead, he inhales harshly; his lungs expand with the cool, crisp air as a sterile scent invades his senses.

His muscles reawaken, and his fingers twitch as his ability to control his body returns. He slowly cracks his eyes, and blurry figures morph into full ones as his eyes open. It was mostly dark, with only a small crack in the shades providing some illumination. Dust floated through the light, calming and peaceful. He feels serene; he feels alive.

His body feels like it was filled with sand, a heavy weight keeping him from moving. As his strength slowly rebuilds, he takes the time to look around. A sense of familiarity fills him as his eyes flicker around. On the walls hang medical posters diagnosing issues and addressing questions. He remembers the posters; he had read them countless times, over and over, whenever he visited. His gaze shifts below the posters; chairs are lined against the wall, and a space sits between the two.

His eyebrows knit together as he looked at the gap. The space was unusual. Whenever he stopped by, it had never existed. A third chair usually occupied that space. His eyes dropped down as he began to think.

As his eyes lower, something on his lap catches his eye—a silver sparkle shining from the only ray of light illuminating it. A beautiful ring rests around a skeletal finger, one he had seen millions of times. The ring was the very same as the one he had gifted you the day you exchanged vows.

He gently lifts your hand. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, my love." As he brings your fingers to his lips, he wishes he hadn't woke up. He wishes he remained in his coma, believing he was dead. That way, he wouldn't know that this was his reality. He would live in blissful ignorance, unaware of your passing.

The sight of you sitting there for so long, your body wilted with time, filled his throat with acid. You waited for him, for a day your lifetime would never account for. And still, you wait—patiently, for a moment that will never come. Waiting for the day when your lover takes his final breath.

[mystic-writings]

remember the nights | chapter eleven — o, atlas, pt. i

WORD COUNT — 2,154

WARNINGS — angst, depression

NOTES — god this chapter just. ugh. (also sorry for the late post i forgot to queue it last night)

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You haven’t been able to look Thomas in the eye for almost a month.

It’s been just a few days short of three weeks, and you were finally in the classic, snowy December that you’d waited all year for. The snow had begun to fall the day after the party and had let up very little since, as though the weather was linked to your mood. 

Before you’d moved, you wondered exactly what Woodstock would look like during the holiday season — covered in snow, twinkling under the moonlight and lit up in color with decorations on every house. You were correct, of course, and despite its beauty, you didn’t have the energy nor the emotion to properly admire the town for all the beauty it displayed under the constant cover of snow. 

While the morning of the first snow was hard, it hadn’t gotten any better. You woke up that morning and went through your usual motions, the ache in your chest feeling like a gaping void that swallowed up all of your happiness. Your first decision that day was to let it consume you, but after you cried all over again after folding up Newt’s jacket and tucking it away in your closet, you knew that feeling it all the time would only make things worse for you. Especially when you realized that if Newt was serious about what he said, it was almost a certainty that the jacket would never leave its place in your closet. 

After that, a constant cold — and even colder silence — seemed to blanket the house in the same way the snow did. Because not only could you not look Thomas in the eye without feeling a surge of anger, but you couldn’t stand speaking to him, either. For the first few days, he tried his best to talk to you, to explain himself, but once he realized you were serious about not talking to him anymore, he gave up. 

Maggie and your dad seemed okay, and you were thankful that their relationship wasn’t as altered by the change in yours and Thomas’, but the concern that rolled off of them in waves when you were in their presence was so strong that you could barely be around them, too. 

Chuck was the only person who didn’t treat you any differently than he did before. He still persisted, inviting you into his room to play video games or watching movies on your laptop in your room. He was an entirely welcome presence in your life, and a very welcome distraction to whatever thoughts were lingering in your mind. The silence within the house was growing to be suffocating, and if it weren’t for Chuck, you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. He was the only person in the world right now who didn’t look at you with that gleam of pity in his eyes, and for that, you were thankful. 

You did your best to ignore the lingering thoughts in your mind. Thinking about what happened — and all the possibilities of what was happening to everyone else after, or what else could have happened instead — just made that aching void worse. Because the group that had once welcomed you with open arms, the one that had so quickly become your family, was shattered. And it was partly your fault. 

Thomas and Teresa stuck with one another, that much was expected. Newt, as he’d said, wandered off on his own, opting to spend all his free time with Frypan. Brenda, though, was determined to not leave your side. She had been one of the many front row witnesses at the party, and had reminded you several times that she believes both boys were at fault and overreacted, whereas you didn’t deserve any of what happened. 

Minho and Gally, ever the peacekeepers, had spent the past few weeks on a rotating schedule of spending their time with each of you separately. Sonya and Harriet did the same every so often, but aside from Sonya coming over every once in a while and reminding you that she was on your side, they had gone off on their own, too. 

You stopped sitting beside Newt in chemistry class. Brenda had forced Clint, the boy who used to be her lab partner, to switch seats with you. It gave you a little peace of mind, sitting across the classroom from him. But it made the ache worse, too. You still saw him at his locker every day, though. And there was no way you could get around that. 

Despite the sudden temperature drop, you stopped going to school with Thomas and Teresa. You’d either walk, occasionally take your dad’s car, or ride with Brenda on the days she risked driving her beat up, barely road safe, 90s Dodge Neon to school — without snow tires. Anything was better than stewing in the obvious tension between the three of you.

Everything felt like too much. You could barely manage with the aching pressure of your emotions, of processing and living with what happened — but lately, you were being pressured into college applications, figuring out what you wanted to do for your entire future, and it was all too much to handle. 

At first, Brenda tried taking you to Mickey’s one Friday evening to see if it would help to take your mind off things, but you could barely stomach walking through the door. Frypan spotted you through the order window, and you saw the pity flash through his eyes — and within seconds, Newt had walked out of the bathroom, and you knew you wouldn’t be stepping foot back in the diner anytime soon. You were just lucky enough that he didn’t see you before you left, because you wouldn’t have known what to do if he did. 

She’d ordered it for you once, too, a few days after that evening. You appreciated that she was trying, but no matter how much you wanted it to work, it didn’t. The bitter taste of regret burned your throat as you swallowed each bite, and it reminded you of Newt, of the willow tree and how you were able to trust him so quickly to tell him about your childhood, and him to do the same. 

All it did was remind you of how Newt was the first person you were able to talk about your mom to since Amina and Fernanda. About how you told him things you hadn’t even told them. 

With every day that passed, you wished more and more that you could get rid of every painful reminder — which seemed to be embedded in everything that surrounded you, into the very fiber of your being — and to get over it. But you couldn’t. You wanted desperately to move back to the city, to the floor-to-ceiling windows you grew up with. To have sleepovers with Amina and Fernanda again, to eat frozen yogurt with them and throw pieces of pizza to the pigeons in the park again. To go back to before you ever crossed Woodstock’s town line, so you could forget you ever knew the boy called Newt. 

So you could relieve yourself of the constant heartache. 

But, like most things in life, there was nothing you could do to change how things were now, let alone go back to when things were better. All you could do was live with it, bear the pain and hope that, someday, you could let go of it, or forget about it. That you could get back to how things used to be, or build a new version of it, at least. 

Sitting at the kitchen table, in the dead of morning, you appreciated the quiet that settled over the house. It was different to the suffocating blanket that covered everyone during meals; it was peaceful. 

You were wide awake despite it being dawn on a Saturday, but you just couldn’t sleep. With your laptop and an ocean of papers in front of you, you decided it was the perfect time to drown in college applications. 

Even though you were entirely clueless on what you wanted to do with your life after high school, you were sure that college applications were a must. It was the one thing that was enforced constantly throughout your time at school, so they had to be important, right? Besides, you could always figure out what to do after you got accepted somewhere, right?

You lifted your ballerina mug — practically filled to the brim with coffee — to your lips as the sound of feet shuffling down the stairs caught your attention. Looking over your shoulder, you spotted your dad turning from the stairs into the kitchen, sporting some of the worst bedhead you’d ever seen. 

“Whatcha doin’?” He asked, voice gravelly from lack of use. 

You sighed, looking back at the ominous spread of papers and glaringly bright computer screen. “College applications,”

Your dad nodded and came to stand at your right side, now holding his own cup of coffee. “Where were you thinking of going?”

“Not sure anymore,” you shrugged, picking up a piece of paper and skimming over it. “Maybe Syracuse? They’ve got good programs.” 

“I thought your friends—the girls, I mean—were gonna go to NYU together? What about that?”

“That was when I could do everything from the condo, and I didn’t have to worry about paying for accommodation.” You told him. “But that doesn’t really matter anymore, since I’d have to pay for some sort of dormitory no matter where I go, now.” 

Your dad took a sip of his coffee before placing a hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry about any of that, kiddo. We can cover it no matter where you go, okay? Hell, if you wanna run off to Australia for school, we can cover that, too. Just pick somewhere that you’re gonna enjoy, okay? Do what makes you happy.” 

You smiled and looked up at your dad, ignoring the slight build of tears along your waterline. “Thanks, dad.” 

“Don’t worry, kiddo. We’ve got this.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, squeezed your shoulder one last time, and headed to his office to finish up some of the projects he’d been working on. 

Even with Brenda at your side at practically every hour of the day, making dozens of attempts to distract you with whatever came to her mind, school never felt as lonely as it did now. Everyone else still ate their lunches in the cafeteria, but you and Brenda started eating in the computer lab with some of her more casual friends. Thomas and Teresa still took their spots at the main table, but Newt and Frypan began occupying a small corner space by the windows. 

You’d stopped participating in all of your classes almost immediately after the party, and you were sure that word of what happened had gotten to everyone in the school by now — and what little amount of people didn’t know could likely see that something was wrong — but you didn’t have enough energy left at the end of the day to care that much about it. 

You were lucky in your old school, with class sizes large enough and teachers stretched thin enough that not participating was something you were easily able to get away with if you wanted to, but in a school this small, you were practically out in the open. Your teachers were forgiving enough to let you keep your head down most of the time, except for Mr. Henley. It seemed that his failing marriage made him apathetic to everything in the universe, and utterly horrible at his job. 

It all just felt like too much. Everything took too much effort, too much energy. Energy you just didn’t seem to have, even if you have been sleeping ten hours every night. 

You didn’t even have enough energy to focus on doing your homework anymore. Instead, you’d opted for clearing the snow off the roof in front of your window sitting there for hours every single night, staring up at the night sky until your fingers went numb and dried tears made your cheeks feel like ice. 

But every time you came back inside, you passed by your desk and everything on it. The wall behind it, covered with Fernanda’s drawings, sticky notes scrawled with reminders from months ago, and the photo strip from the mall. 

You could barely stand to look at it. 

No matter what you did, somehow, everything around you had become a reminder. A reminder of what you had, of what you lost, and of what could’ve been. And every time you remembered, it felt like you’d become Atlas, bearing the weight of the world, of a thousand mistakes that you didn’t even make, on your tired, aching shoulders. 

And there was nothing you wouldn’t give to let someone else take over.

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[tmrwithyou13]

❆ winter - sunoo oneshot

word count: 1.7k | genre: angst, some fluff | sunoo x male!reader

✮⊹ ࣪ ˖ ‘ Seriously? ‘ I thought to myself. 

I sit up from bed, take a peek by the window, and sigh. I watched the snowflakes slowly fall from the foggy sky, piling up with the snow that was covering the ground like a blanket. 

I despise this gloomy and crispy weather. 

I had school today, so I had to force my freezing self to get up from bed and get ready for school. For fuck’s sake, I wish I was back in my hometown. My hometown was where I could feel the warm embrace of the summer, where I could see the kids chase each other at the beach, leaving footprints on the sand, and where I could see the sun celebrate and shine with the color of yellow. 

I finished brushing my teeth as I wiped my mouth, and then my face. I changed into my uniform as always and grabbed my bag that was hanging by my door. I couldn’t wait to go to school to see… him. 

– SCHOOL –

I open the door going to my classroom, and I’m greeted by my only friend who was hurdled up around my chair, how ridiculous. I love him for it.

“Took you long enough, Rain..” Sunoo scoffs.

I love it when you call my name.

“Oh shut up.” I smile “It’s snowing outside, and I hate it..” “You always seem to hate the snow. It’s the best season!” she chuckles after saying so.

When he did, I wanted to stop time just to see that smile. His name matched who he was. That’s how I described the summer. His smile was my sun. His presence is a warm embrace. Memories with him feel like footprints on the sand. I love you, Sunoo.

“Earth to Rain?” he flicks my forehead. I didn’t even realize I was dozing off like that.

“Right, right.” I look at the whiteboard, slightly embarrassed.

“We should go out later since it’s snowing. We should have a snow fight then go ice skating… maybe the park too?” He leans a bit closer with that smile.

How could I say no to that?“Fine,” I mumble. 

Talking with you made me realize I can never say no to you.

The teacher enters the room, and class begins. And now, I’m stuck in a wave of thoughts.

I’ve been carrying this fondness for him for as long as I can remember. And when I’m about to confess, something always stops me from doing so. When I look at his eyes, I see a reflection of myself and I look like an idiot. I’m a grumpy person. I wasn’t like the shiny and joyous person he was.

But I swear I will confess today. I won’t hold back, even if it means crying in front of you. 

The uneventful day at school ends. Finally - 

We walk out of the class alongside each other.

“Finally. I swear, one more word from Sir and I was going throw my desk at him…” I comment. I never even liked any of the teachers here at all.

“You’re so stubborn, Rain.” Sunoo pouts as we leave the school building. Thank god we weren’t assigned to clean the classroom..

I immediately change my face to a smug one. I hate this snow, really… It’s insufferable. I’m just not used to this. Sunoo, please change my mind after we hang out together.

We arrived at some place full of snow, kids were running around, even chasing each other.

How cute.

This scene reminds me of when I could watch the kids run after their friends by the beach. It was something I wanted to engrave in my mind since I wouldn’t be able to have that same feeling ever again. I miss my warm home. I feel nostalgic.

Sunoo suddenly grabs my wrist and runs through the snow with me behind him. He was laughing, and his eyes were smiling too. Even your eyes could smile, Sunoo.

“C'mon, don’t be such a party pooper and make a damn snowball.” He teases, as he forms a snowball in his hands

Oh shit.

Sunoo throws the snowball right at my face…“AH– ARE YOU FUCKING–” I get cut off by another snowball from Sunoo

“LANGUAGE, THERE’S KIDS!” Sunoo laughs, he runs in another direction, hiding behind a pile of snow

My eyes get irritated. Okay Sunoo, if that’s how you want to play it. 

I scoop some snow, and I try to make the biggest snowball that I can make with my bare hands. I hurriedly look for you amid the fog. Seriously?

I could hear you and some kids laughing, as another snowball was thrown at me by the legs. I quickly throw the snowball back at him.

I run to you, “Dammit, Sunoo... You’re so childish” I jokingly remark. The kids run away, laughing and chasing eachother as usual. I don’t even know who they are, but I assume you were friends with them. I kneel to you with my knees dug through the snow. He laughs harder, followed by my laugh. 

I didn’t want to stop laughing with you because I felt so content in this moment. I love this memory with you, so I’ll keep my heart open for it. I think I’m falling for you even more, I’m sorry.

I stand up and grab your arm, “Get up, you energetic thing.” I scoff after saying so.

He gets up, with a smile again. He really was a ray of sunshine. A smile tugs at the corner of my lips at the sight of you.

Snowball fighting with you made me realize how much I wanted to lay next to you every day.

“Okay, next stop! Ice skating!” He says with his hands on his hips. He looked like a superhero in that stance. Yes, you are my hero, Sunoo. 

We stopped by the Ice Skating rink, there were professional ice skaters and I felt so intimidated by it.. They were so flawless and perfect with it, so elegant. Like a swan. 

He enters the rink, with a polar bear for support. The struggle was visible… this will be a problem for both of us. 

“Well..” He mumbles

“Well?” I scoff as the white breath comes out of my mouth.

“Just hold on to that polar bear, sucker.” I chuckle after. “I paid extra for that, you know?”

“You’re so mean!” He lightly hits my shoulder with his one hand

“Fine, fine. Hold me, and we’ll ice skate away.” I slightly smile

He puts himself behind me, as he lays his hands on the back of my shoulders, supporting himself. Can we stay like this forever? 

“Go!” He says. I slowly skate, if I went any faster, both of us would fall.

“Why are you so slow…” He says in a ‘i-need-princess-treatment’ tone. 

“Don’t be sassy. You’ll fall if we go any faster.” 

“Go quick!” He says in a cocky tone “We won’t fall, trust!” He laughs

“I swear…” I say in a teasing yet irritated voice 

I went quickly, and we actually didn’t fall. This is so ridiculous but… I didn’t care. Atleast I was being ridiculous with you right now. I felt the breeze on my face, I could feel my face becoming numb as I kept skating. 

  I feel infinite, Sunoo. “I feel infinite, Sunoo.” I said that out loud.

..

“I feel infinite with you too, Rain.” He said followed by the sweetest laugh I’ve ever heard.

Suddenly, I don’t regret saying that out loud. I always felt like I could tell you everything without a filter and you’d still have something to say. And at this moment, Sunoo, I want to spend all of my seasons with you whether it be the season I hate most.

The guy who was in charge of the rink said our time was over. Sigh.

“That was pretty fun.” I scoff

“That’s my first time hearing you say anything was fun… I’m astonished.” He teases

I roll my eyes, “Yeah okay, you make it sound like I don’t feel emotions.” I say as we both remove our ice skates and go back to our school shoes. “Can we just go to the park already?  I feel like I’m about to get a frostbite.”

Skating with you made me realize that I wanted you to hold me and that I wanted to feel infinite with you.

- PARK -

We sit on the bench together, it was already night time so it was extra cold.. I couldn’t feel my face. I couldn’t feel my hands either. 

The white blanket of snow piles up even more and the snowflakes fall elegantly as I watch you look up at the stars.

Time stopped for a bit. You were as soft as a melody, as bright as the sun rays, as lovely as the spring that arrives before the winter, and as warm as the summer beach I spent my days in. Honestly, I didn’t know it was this hard to tell you how I feel. I thought I could just say it. 

Looking at you at this moment made me realize I will love winter because I get to spend it with you. 

“The stars are beautiful tonight, Rain.” He continues to look up at the perfectly dark blue sky, his pink hair flawlessly falling.

“I agree.” I keep your face in the frame of my eyes. 

I want to live the rest of my life with you. I want to have snowball fights with you again. I want to ice skate with you holding onto my shoulders again. I want to sit next to you in school every day. I want to wake up to your voice. I want to look out the window and see you waiting for me just to walk together to school. Sunoo, “I love you.”

I said it out loud.

He looks at me.

Don’t look at me like that, Sunoo. 

It was silent.

“I don’t love you like that.” His smile slowly fades, he stands up.

5 minutes.

Please, lord. 5 more minutes.

Maybe in 5 minutes, you’ll change your mind.

Maybe in 5 minutes, you’ll love me.

Maybe in 5 minutes, you’ll catch me in a warm embrace.

Sunoo looks at me like it is the final time.

When did it feel this awkward? ‘Ahem’ Sunoo lets out.

“I.. don’t really know what to say. I don’t love you. We’re just friends and.. you’re a boy. Goodnight.”

I watch you walk away from me. Not even a smile. In fact, it was a look of disgust.

I don’t know what to do.

I hate winter.

—

heeyyy, this is my first oneshot and I hope it meets the people's expectations. English isn't my first language, but I would love to write more stories in that language ^_^ THIS IS VERY RUSSSHHEEDDD!!!!! thank you for taking the time to read this, give me more recommendations or ideaaasss!!

[sayakxmi]

[Magi reread] Night 73: Rukh's Will

I feel like this shot looks a little better.

The only valid reaction at this point ngl.

Literally never paid enough attention to realize there are human silhouettes

Well, NOW I can tell

Cute, and tbh I'm absolutely reading too much into this, but Aladdin looks kinda sad, so I suspect he KNOWS.

Alibaba thinking about Cassim;;;

Anise genes are strong af. All Rashid gave Alibaba is hair color, the horn and insecurity.

That. Smile.

YEET

Love it, but it also makes me think that the pairings go as follows: Alibaba (Amon's a Heat Djinn) + Aladdin (Heat Magician), Kougyoku (Vinea's a Water Djinn) + Judar (Water Magician) and Hakuryuu (Zagan & Belial are both Lfie Djinns) + Titus (Life Magician). Idk, made me think about combos when I read that, and it's kinda funny that all the main KVs have a fitting Magi.

RIP Sinbad

Alibaba... really tends to get caught by some weird tentacles, huh.

Bye

This action will have severe consequences.

Like, seriously, do you ever think how if Judar hadn't been shown this by Aladdin, he probably wouldn't have left Al-Thamen for real & team up with Hakuryuu? Like, maybe he would've, but he would've been still under Al-Thamen's control in some ways, like, I doubt he would've put his all into supporting Hakuryuu. Before that he was just vibing. Now he has a goal and it's revenge, which is what unites them later on. Not to mention, Judar was kinda Meh magician before (probably cuz Al-Thamen, I recall some extra abt him having to practice magic in secret), so he would've been much weaker.

Anyway, all I'm saying is, Aladdin created his own most powerful adversary, and I think that's neat. Wouldn't have it any other way.

Enlightened. In the worst way.

The more you look at these panels, the sadder it gets. And I'm starting to think about them more, and I'm starting to get sadder, too. Like. Lil Judar reaching towards his father. His dad is crying, his mom, too, but she's smiling, probably trying to console him. Do you think lilttle Judar is crying, because he can tell something is wrong? Or maybe he's laughing, because he doesn't fully realize the danger?

Did he reach him just in time to get killed? Oh my god.

There's blood on his blanket. His parents' blood. God.

No shit dude gets immediate breakdown, who wouldn't.

Man, I didn't come here to be sad for Judar.

THAT'S what I'm here for. Oh man.

What do I even say

What a fucking mess, man

The thing is. I don't think Alibaba's ever suspected that Cassim actually hated him. Least of all that he hated him the most. Their relationship was a mess, and Alibaba knew it was a mess, like, since post-palace Cassim had treated him awfully from what we've seen. There's no way Alibaba didn't understand at least that Cassim was angry with him. But to actually hate him? And what's more...

...to hate him since they were kids? If it started later, then at least Alibaba could've reasoned it in some way, like after Mariam's death, because Alibaba was gone when they needed him etc, but sinec they were kids? What had Alibaba done to earn this? If it's not something he'd done, then the only thing left is that it was just... him. That Cassim hated him for the way he was.

Which is exactly what it is. I'll never get over their (and also Hakuryuu & Alibaba, bc they share some similarities) mess of a relationship. Because as much as Cassim hates Alibaba, he loves him just as much. It probably infuriates him even more.

Sorry for sending the entire page, but I'm near photo limit, so I had to make some changes.

The sheer irony is that half of the time it was Cassim keeping him safe. Because the fucker couldn't make up his heart whether he really wanted Alibaba ruined or to remain as pure as possible. God.

Bro's traumatized. Can't blame him. Imagine the last living member of your family who's also been your best friend since forever & you love him more than anything & you spent half of your life confused about him betraying you and then justifying that, because you cannot even consider an idea that he could've actually wanted to hurt you, only for him to just say straight to your face that nah he hates your guys and wants to fuck you up as much as possible.

The root of Cassim's anger is his self-hatred, and that just breaks me a little. His self-loathing is just that bad, and the world made him feel like trash, and so did the trauma, and so did his childhood near Alibaba who'd had an opportunity to be a happy kid unlike him, just reminding him how different they were. Man.

Can we just talk how Aladdin is in the middle of fighting Judar & he still does everything he can to guide Alibaba?

Neat image.

And that's the horrifying part. The fact that these are his real feelings. And it will hurt. But only Alibaba can do something about it now.

I fucking love this image. And the whole, "You're my candidate to be king!". Like, Aladdin is embracing his role of a Magi, now that he truly understands it, and he chooses Alibaba. Because of course he does. And the contrast between Alibaba and Cassim... Ughh, that's the good stuff.

I could probably talk more, but I have to go now, but anyway, man, I love this series.

[savage-rhi]

First Line, Last Line, Best Line

Tagged by @seradyn , thanks for dragging me into the pit 😂

I'm just gonna throw down some chunks versus lines cause it flows better.

Tagging: @valkyrie-of-the-light I'm curious if you got anything cooking same with @vodkafolie. If anyone else wants to do it for the sake of it, please tag me. I'd love to read your stuff.

Doing it for Untitled Ardyn x Reader story, Ch.10

First Line

A soft grunt echoed throughout the chambers of a large room, bouncing off the paintings and other objects within the dwelling. The monotonous sounds were followed up by an anguished rasp. Y/N’s eyes were shut tight while they managed to force the upper half of their body to rise from the bed. They could feel the soft tug of the thin black blanket against their flesh, adding a further bite to musculoskeletal pain that coursed over them in waves.

Y/N’s vision blurred in and out every so often. In the corner of their eyes, they could see faint black spots poking about. The colors to the room molded and changed into sensations Y/N had never comprehended before. Only after blinking a few times did they somehow regain control. Through shallow breaths, Y/N examined their chest and arms. The scourge veins flexed and tugged underneath their skin before coming to a standstill. The dull purples were grotesque in their eyes.

“Gods,” Y/N muttered under faint breath. Their hands rummaged through their hair, massaging at their scalps tenderpoints while they contemplated.

Last Line

(End of the chapter cause I'm not done yet)

That’s when Y/N had the epiphany that they were not in pain. During the majority of the conversation, the scourge had tampered down and dare say went dormant. There was a reason why it felt so soothing having him wash their hair, and while the conversation was important, he used it to achieve another end.

Y/N’s mind traveled back to the hotel, how Ardyn held them close and touched their waist, concentrating the scourge to a single point and then easing it away.

He did it again...Y/N thought, and the words slipped easily from their mouth.

“Thank you.”

Ardyn blinked when he caught onto the gears turning in Y/N’s head, and before another word was spoken, he offered a nod, and headed for the exit.

Best Line

(I'm having a ton of fun with the banter)

“Well,” Y/N breathed. “You must feel like a conquering hero for scaring away a chambermaid.” 

Ardyn chuckled. “My, my, I didn’t realize the undead had much spunk these days.”

“If you didn’t leave this corpse high and dry, perhaps you would’ve noticed.” 

“Ah, do forgive me,” Ardyn sighed as he feigned sincerity. “It’s not like I didn’t have an empire to keep afloat. You seem to have taken the liberty of making yourself feel at home without my assistance nonetheless.”

“Oh, I certainly have,” Y/N bitterly quipped. “And you wasted a ton of gil ordering me enough food to feed a village.” 

“Can you blame a man for attempting to be hospitable?” Ardyn stated as a matter of fact while he chortled. “I don’t know the first thing you like, so why not sample the best of the best? It’s not everyday I get to indulge in somebody else besides myself.” 

“There’s a thing called friends, and you could do that for them instead of me.” Y/N murmured coldly. 

“I heard that,” Ardyn huffed. His voice lowered. “And like it or not, I may be the only friend you have left in the world.” 

[inncubus-honey]

a/n: i realize that i havent written a drabble for han yet and i didnt have any holiday writings for stray kids so i did both! enjoy <3

han jisung x gn!reader

discarded cups and bowls of stew on the coffee table as two figures were asleep on the couch. muffled sounds of the film on the tv as the flickering colors danced across them. han had some time off for the holidays, thankfully after the boys hectic idol schedule, which he decided to kick it off with you and binging some anime he had been missing out on.

han came to your apartment with a sigh and bags under his eyes. dropping his stuff off in your room and changing into clean and comforter clothes. due to how cold it was, you were already making stew before han came in.

“oh, my love! you’re making stew as its freezing outside; you’re a god send!” han entered the kitchen as you chuckled by the stove and he gave you a side hug, being careful with the stove and things.

“its almost ready, bubs. go pick something for us to watch.” you directed him towards the living room as you grabbed some bowls and cups ready for plating. han whined a bit as he wanted to be in the kitchen with you until the food was ready, but the minute he sat down on the couch he didnt want to get up again.

“y/n…can you bring my bowl to me, please?” he pouted at you from the couch, under a bundle of blankets that he stole from your linen closet. a scoff and a roll of eyes, you nodded at hans request and brought the bowl to him. only his head and hands poking out of the bundle as you handed him the bowl.

“want some hot chocolate? also did you find something to watch?” you asked as he took a big bite of stew which gave him his adorable squirrel cheeks. he nodded enthusiastically, you leaded down to give him a kiss on the forehead which caused him to beam with love in his eyes.

“yes to both! i wanted to catch up on spy x family!” he pulled up where you left on spy x family and hit play as you watched from the kitchen. you prepared a pot for the milk and got the chocolate bar from the cabinet as it warmed up. you paused for a moment as you really took in what was going on in your apartment.

han, your adorable boyfriend, was snuggled up under all of your blankets as he finally had a break from working hard as he was catching up on a show. the warmth of the stove and stew you made swirling through the air as you now got ready to make hot chocolate with the feeling of content settling in your chest.

you knew you would remember this moment when han was too far away for you to hug in america or he was in the studio and you were at work, not able to take a minute to call him. or remember it when you walked down the isle with him standing at the end or wrinkling and gray in each others embrace, slow dancing in the kitchen.

smiling to yourself, you broke up the chocolate bar and placed it in the boiling milk. stirring it constantly as it would be annoying to clean up should the milk boil over. thankfully, it was only a few minutes before the chocolate melted fully, turning the milk from white to brown. but it at least taste better than it looks; you turned off the stove and moved the pot off the heat and got mugs ready.

“y/n, babe are you almost done? i think your food is getting cold.” han called out as you grabbed his favorite toppings to top off the hot chocolate. whip cream, chocolate syrup, sprinkles and marshmallows were in your hands as you replied back to him.

“yeah, just let me put on the toppings.” quickly you dressed up the cocos to yalls liking and brought them over to the pile that was your boyfriend. carefully, he took it from your hands and sipped it and got some whip cream on his nose. he looked over at you with a smirk, grabbing onto you, han rubbed his nose into your cheek as he left you breathless with his antics.

“thank you for the food and coco baby, but now its your turn to eat and watch.” han wiped off the cream on your cheek then gave you a quick peck.

“no problem, bubs. i dont mind taking care of you.” you responded as you brought your cup up to your lips. 

you had placed the last of the dishes in the dishwasher and turned it on for the night. drying off your hands, you shut off the lights and got cozy next to han. han huffed and turned as he tried to get comfortable which made you furrow your brows.

“can i lay on your chest, y/n? i cant get comfortable without you.” you smiled at his whines which caused you to chuckle as he dug his head into your neck, his pleas running out of his mouth, seeming to no end(curse his strong idol lungs). 

“ok, ok bubs. but you gotta get up.” 

“yay!” he jumped up from where he was sitting and you laid down with your arms open for your boyfriend. putting his legs between yours, his arms on either side of your torso han gently put the weight of his head on your chest. nuzzling his head too comfortably into your chest caused you to giggle at the feeling as it was ticklish. 

which takes us back to the beginning; you and han are asleep on the couch with tv still playing whatever it auto-played, half full cups of cold coco and empty bowls. a fuzzy blanket draped over both of you as han hugged you like a stuffed animal. the apartment was content and calm for the couple inside with a warm meal eaten with coco and whipped cream hours ago,  a good show playing in the background bringing them both into much needed deep sleep. 

[jacqueswriteblrlibrary]

EYEING YOUUUU

BRO.

Water rumbled quietly. The waves had reached out as enormous fingers, stretching forward in the distance. They licked the solid metal, swallowing more and more of it, almost touching Dane’s feet as he sat on the ground. It wouldn’t have mattered, though. He was wet already, anyway.

yeah you start heLLA STRONG WITH SETTING THIS SCENE.

the physical sensations you use intermingled with the introspection is GREAT

"All the people playing God up there."

"He tried to think about pulling his pulled-up legs closer to his chest, but he couldn't. His body wasn’t under his control now. Fright ruled his blood. There was nothing he could do about it."

^ IM BOTH LIKE. YESSSSSS. but also like WHAT HAPPENED.

and then their (Dane and Auva's) whole exchange made me so curious, I couldn't stop reading??? All the tension between Auva not even needing to force Dane to make a decision, because maybe she trusts him to make the right decision? And she knows he will?

And now I can't wait to see how Adran dies?? saving everyone??

Also??

Winning. There was no winner in matters like these, was there? And whatever he was ready to do, one question still remained unanswered: if he was ever ready to take up the burden of making things right so his brother’s death won’t be for vain?

I absolutely love endings and thoughts like this. I love when characters realize, maybe they did win, but was it worth it after everything they lost? After everything they will lose? Who really won?

Anyways i love those questions.

Oh! this is the blood-drinking scene I read earlier! So THIS is where it fits in!! Tbh with this context, it helps being everything together a lot more and i love it. I love seeing the scenes you talk about come to life like this!

“ᴏᴘᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs,” she murmured, her voice sounding like a… prism. It belonged to her yet echoed on a thousand other.

yo i felt my eyes open a little here too omg

An intricate, vast room that contained everything he called his world. A room made of a prism. The walls reflected the sky, expanded horizons before Dane. All the layers of the images he’d seen opened up for him; the clouds’, the sky’s, the water’s and everything’s outlines splitted into hundreds of their own reflection, into shapes and colors he’d never seen before. Dane could see, feel and hear everything around himself. His vision, hearing and ability to feel erupted and expanded into something that made him be aware of all the happenings of the world. To feel every person and every living thing as if they were a part of him too.

Dane became the beating heart of Aetherius.

BROOO THIS WAS COOL AS FUCK.

Quills cascaded around her shoulders, blanketing her upper body, a featherless wing-like extension growing out of her back as a cape would.

He could use only mortal words to describe her, even though she was so much beyond that comprehension.

“ɪ ᴡɪsʜ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ,” whispered Dane. His voice similarly echoing in a thousand other as well.

KSDJHKSJDFHKKLAJSDHFKSDJHF AND THEIR WHOLE EXCHANGE AFTER THIS???? cool as fuck cool as fuck cool as fuck

“ᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴᴇss.” That wasn’t it exactly. “ꜰᴜʟʟɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴᴇss ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴇ. sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴏɴᴇs. ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴᴇs. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴍʏ ɢʀɪᴇꜰ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs Aᴅʀᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ Eʀᴀɴ’s ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴏᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ, Aᴜᴠᴀ. ɪ ᴅᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴍᴇ.”

THIS HURT MEEE HKAJDHJKDSD I LOVE ITTT

Dude?? You're insecure?? ABout THIS?? you tackle such huge topics such as change, What God should be able to do, and how humans can experience it in your world with its rules in a really tangible convincing way. and how Dane was able to change the rules??? and bring a new era to what guardians are able to do?? basically in the blink of an eye??

Idk it just makes me fall in love with Dane just a little but more now that I've seen how he reacts to all of this!!

ANYWAYS THIS WAS COOL AS FUCK

A Wishing God

To break my absence, I leave here a possible ending of IQRUS. It's fun to explore all the things I was just contemplating yet. This piece also started as an attempt for one of the Flash Fiction Friday prompts, Expanding Horizons, but it ended up more.

DANE AND AUVA | ANGST | IQRUS ENDING EXPLORATION | WC: 2,476

Water rumbled quietly. The waves had reached out as enormous fingers, stretching forward in the distance. They licked the solid metal, swallowing more and more of it, almost touching Dane’s feet as he sat on the ground. It wouldn’t have mattered, though. He was wet already, anyway.

The Aquor Sector’s ankle high water level’s surface let him see the solid floor under him.

He couldn’t move his muscles as he sat in the liquid. Mind filled up, overflowed with everything he wanted to keep it in the pit of his existence. He came here for a reason, yet he wasn’t able to get further than tiptoeing to the edge of the Trashland and finally let his legs to give up under him. All the turquoise, slightly translucent hell surrounded him in the moment he reached the ground. His pants soaked through immediately, his mechanic leg getting tighter around his thighs as liquid terror seeped into the fittings. He knew he should have been afraid of the mutation.

But he couldn’t care less about that.

The day of him getting the Caelus Sector offered modifications burnt into his mind. All the serums, plays with his genes, protection he got. Immunity for the top of humanity, they dared to say.

All the people playing God up there.

He tried to think about pulling his pulled-up legs closer to his chest, but he wasn’t able to do that. His body wasn’t under his control now. Fright ruled his blood flow, all of his big and little muscles, his mind. There was nothing he could do about it, only acknowledge it. He was paralyzed. By shock or trauma, he couldn’t tell anymore.

The waves pulled back, slowly making space between Dane and them. The touch of the liquid swayed around his lower body. Every tiny movement of it made something twitch inside him, building up a feeling he didn’t know how to control now or ever.

He wasn’t planning to move, however.

Even if he could have, he was sure he would have been just sitting in the water, watching the far horizon of endless waves and light. There was nothing at the other end. No land, no building, nothing.

Tender swaying and quiet splashing signaled Auva’s arrival.

She didn’t say a thing, only stood beside him for a second, then slowly sat down. He lowered his head, letting it drop between his shoulders. He couldn’t bear the sight of that infinite horizon anymore.

“What now?”, he asked eventually. He wanted to squeeze his eyes together, but he couldn’t. Dane wanted to stay aware of Auva’s presence by his peripheral vision.

After everything had been done, he wasn’t ready to just drown in his darkness, alone.

Because he was like that. Alone. Finally, and completely. No Adran, no Eran, not even Icharo. So much good for one evil to fall. And so, their most dire problem hasn’t been solved by the sacrifices. Was it really worth it then?

Auva shifted, and Dane could see her hand reaching over to touch the waves that came back to them again.

“Now, you must become a Guardian. Properly.” She tenderly caressed the surface, her fingers parting the water ever so slightly. It didn’t leave a mark, only its echo on the froth. “That would be the ideal. That would be the end of my task. But you must choose it willingly. “ She paused for a moment. “And I am not forcing anything.”

Dane exhaled. A long, stretched out breath. Then, after closing his eyes for a second, he opened them again and looked at Auva.

She didn’t force him to choose. She should have, yet she didn’t. A strange, heavy weight loomed over Dane, as he sat under the open sky and watched this figure beside him who he still couldn’t fully fit into his mind. Into his heart, yes, but not into his mind.

Dane wasn’t sure if he wanted to be something like her. He had no idea what that would mean. Icharo… Lero was her kind too. Whatever they were truly, they had powers he didn’t know he wanted to deal with.

He still felt his mind numbing ever so slightly, only just thinking about what he went through and saw.

Save them.

Adran’s last words bubbled up from his tensed muscles into his mind, showing him the memory of their last moments. His brother. His savior.

Everyone’s savior.

Dane’s left eye twitched a little. He wasn’t the one who should be a Guardian of people. Ionera should be safe after Adran’s sacrifice. They won, didn't they?

He snorted at this thought.

Winning. There was no winner in matters like these, was there? And whatever he was ready to do, one question still remained unanswered: if he was ever ready to take up the burden of making things right so his brother’s death won’t be for vain?

“So be it,” he said, his voice even. “How does it work?”

Auva nodded ever so slightly, an almost reluctant acknowledgement. Then, she pulled out a little glass bottle from the tiny case attached to her belt.

Something gold swayed within.

“You need to drink this first. Everything else is up to you after then.”

“What’s this?”, Dane asked as she handed him the bottle. He hasn't taken it yet.

“A substance that flows in my body and keeps it moving.”

His eyelids fluttered closed for a moment as he gulped.

“So, it’s your blood.”

Auva glanced at the far horizon beside them, lost in thought, before she guided her gaze back at Dane and the liquid.

“That’s an accurate conclusion, yes.”

“And you want me to drink it?” He heard it the first time too, but he needed to make sure. And if Auva didn’t quite understand why he needed this confirmation, she hid it well. As well as any human would have.

“It’s not about what I want, Dane. The world depends on it. Your world.”

The water reached for them again, swaying closer and closer, almost reaching his legs. And the gold swayed with it in the bottle. Auva didn’t move her hands, yet the liquid twirled and twisted. Its metallic shine absorbed the light around itself.

Dane could feel the faintest unease in his mind.

A familiar feeling at this point. Something that made him sick.

He forced his gaze at Auva.

At her, who was the bearer of this thing. This something that changed his world at its core. This thing that those carried in their physical bodies too that killed his loved ones and doomed humanity.

Dane curled up his toes in his fully soaked shoes. His hands were white from all the force he was gripping them together.

Auva was one of them, yet she was so much different. She was here to help. She did not ask anything from him. She let him choose.

Choose something he always strived to reach. Saving everyone. Saving Ionera. Protecting the ruins of their world.

Dane wasn’t the right one for this responsibility, but he was the only one left for this world. So, with heavy hands, he slowly took the bottle, closed his eyes and snapped his head back so he could swallow everything.

Then, he let his hands fall back down and nervously waited.

Waited.

And waited.

Nothing has felt different. The water still licked his sides, he might not have been as cold as before, but other than that; nothing.

“How long does it take to begin?”

Auva smiled. He didn’t know how he could know this with his eyes closed, but he did. For certain.

“ᴏᴘᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs,” she murmured, her voice sounding like a… prism. It belonged to her yet echoed on a thousand other.

He slowly lifted his eyelids, seeing nothing different over the horizon then before. A touch of early morning mist, endless water and small waves… in a room.

An intricate, vast room that contained everything he called his world. A room made of a prism. The walls reflected the sky, expanded horizons before Dane. All the layers of the images he’d seen opened up for him; the clouds’, the sky’s, the water’s and everything’s outlines splitted into hundreds of their own reflection, into shapes and colors he’d never seen before. Dane could see, feel and hear everything around himself. His vision, hearing and ability to feel erupted and expanded into something that made him be aware of all the happenings of the world. To feel every person and every living thing as if they were a part of him too.

Dane became the beating heart of Aetherius.

And with that, his core fright from before — that was so deeply a part of him he couldn’t acknowledge it fully — towards death evaporated into nothing. He knew he won’t die anymore. That he can’t die. Fear and death turned into mere concepts in his mind.

Then, he turned to Auva.

It wasn’t her true name. That wasn’t something that could have been spoken out loud. Dane stick with it, though.

The air wobbled around her figure that did not wore the features he was used to seeing on her. Golden bronze skin without a face, although Dane knew it wasn’t a skin exactly since it flowed in her physical form as well. Quills cascaded around her shoulders, blanketing her upper body, a featherless wing-like extension growing out of her back as a cape would.

He could use only mortal words to describe her, even though she was so much beyond that comprehension.

“ɪ ᴡɪsʜ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ,” whispered Dane. His voice similarly echoing in a thousand other as well. He wasn’t sure if he was capable of feeling anything at all, yet he knew he would feel awe if he would be his self from before.

Auva smiled. Dane could tell she was, no matter her faceless form.

“ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ.” Her voice still ethereal, the language they spoke celestial, if it was a language at all.

“Is ᴛʜɪs ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴇɴsᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ?” Dane needed to ask. There were things that did not ease with his ascension.

“ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ Gᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴡʜᴏ’ᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ Mᴀᴅᴇ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴜs. sᴏ, ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇɴsᴇ?”

What was he sensing? How could he describe it? He should have been overwhelmed, but he could not experience life as before. Eternal things laid before him, more than his world only. He won a glimpse of the other worlds that had burnt into his mind; people with pointy ears, monster-like creatures, black suns, violet moons and so, so much more. He’d seen a fraction of all the different sides of that infinite prism that his world reflected it too. He couldn’t be sure what he sensed actually.

He knew what he should have reacted to, though.

“ᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴᴇss.” That wasn’t it exactly. “ꜰᴜʟʟɴᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴᴇss ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴇ. sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴏɴᴇs. ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴏɴᴇs. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ sᴇɴsᴇ ᴍʏ ɢʀɪᴇꜰ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs Aᴅʀᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ Eʀᴀɴ’s ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴏᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ, Aᴜᴠᴀ. ɪ ᴅᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴍᴇ.”

Some kind of wrongness nested in his core also. A plague, a reversed black hole. Aetherius’ doom, the dimensional tear that let the terrors pour into his world.

It had been hidden from him, but now he could sense it. The calling of the ocean, deep under all the monsters and darkness; the portal slumbered there, out of the reach of any mortal. But not his, not anymore. And so he could have a chance to extinguish it. Or begin to do that.

Auva nodded, excitement reflecting in the vibration of her magnetic field around her.

“ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴀs ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ’s ᴛʀᴀɢɪᴄ, ᴛʜᴀɴ sᴛᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴍɪɢʜᴛʏ.”

“ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ.”

“ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇɴ,” She extended her hand. “ɪᴛ’s ꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛᴀᴛᴇ ɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴏʀᴀʀʏ” And with that, Dane’s senses began to shrink. Whatever he experienced, it did not leave him, only made him more and more anxious. He couldn’t put his finger on what he’d seen in the next second, when he stopped feeling everything.

Minute by minute, he gained back that core terror of death and the dreadful woe that nested in his bones. He got back his grief and his mourning. His ability to remember and love. His focus wasn’t on all living things anymore, he wasn’t everywhere all at once. And he saw Auva only as a woman sitting waist deep in the water.

“How could this happen? I thought being a Guardian is a permanent task.”

Auva smiled and glanced at the bottle in Dane’s hand. He mirrored her movement, realizing he wasn’t paralyzed anymore, even though all his grave emotions only multiplied in his chest.

He furrowed his brows when he saw the golden blood still sway in the bottle. He could have sworn that he swallowed all.

“It was. Before you’ve changed the rules of turning into one. What I’ve said previously was something I only came to know the moment you made up your mind. And so now the rules are letting Guardians choose after they experience what it's like to be one. You’ve created a new concept. A new era. Change is never immediate from now on. It needs time and so you could have only one drop to begin with.”

Dane tightened his hand around the bottle.

“It sounds like I’ve modified space and time in a blink of an eye. That is something only…” God should be able to do, Auva. He stopped himself before he could finish his sentence like that. He couldn’t deny it anymore. He was one of them for a short period of time. If it was a short period of time at all, since time itself lost its meaning for him in that state. Or that’s how he could describe it if he attempted to put it into words.

A soft touch on his hand made Dane shiver slightly. He glanced at Auva’s tender gaze that was full of comfort, yet reflected something deep that he couldn’t really grasp. As if the cosmos itself had been captured in those eyes.

“It must be a lot.”

It was. Dane couldn’t deny that either. But there was also one thing that stayed with him the most after the experience. Something that made him confident enough to hold Auva’s eyes.

“I’ll take the role temporarily. I’ve seen the tear, so I need the power to unravel it, to find it again and close it. But as soon as we’ve reached that, I’ll find someone who’s worth enough to take this role properly,” he said and with that, he flipped his hand to took Auva’s in his too.

[gloomy--valentine]

Sweet Dreams

After a whole day of hanging out with everyone at school, you and Gareth decided you two wanted to have a sleepover. In all two years of your friendship you realized you never had a sleepover or did really anything super cool outside of school. So tonight was the night. You planned everything last minute. It was decided that you would bring your makeup and nail polish to give each other "metal makeovers" and Gareth would bring some movies from the video store and stop at the store for some snacks. It wasn't much but you knew the two of you were going to have a great time.

You were still packing your overnight bag at your place which included makeup, nail polish of all colors, your straightener and curling iron, polaroid camera freshly packed with new film, an extra change of clothes, and your brand new cute pajamas. They were a matching set. Cute shorts with lace at the bottom and a bow sewn right a the top ,and the top with a cute floral design. All in the prettiest shade of baby blue. They were your absolute favorite.

You left your house with your bag and decided to walk to Gareth's since he was only two blocks down from your place. Once you reached his house you knocked and waited a bit until he opened the door already in his pj's. He was wearing black shorts and a slightly over sized grey t-shirt with the album cover "spreading the disease" by anthrax on it.

"Hey you're here. I'm glad you made it on time." he beamed as he lead you inside. "Okay okay so I brought three movies from the store because I wasn't too sure what you wanted to watch is that cool? Oh and my parents are on vacation so we have the whole house to ourselves, cool right? WE CAN BE AS LOUD AS WE WANT" he shouted "But not too loud because my neighbor to the left is old and cranky and basically wants any reason to cause an issue so maybe it would be best if we weren't too loud" he chuckled to himself. "Anyways the movies are on the coffee table take your pick and the snacks are in the kitchen, I'll go get them." and with that he left you to choose the movie as he went to grab the snacks.

The movies he picked were the breakfast club, death warmed up, and a nightmare on elm street. You weren't a huge horror fan but decided maybe it would be nice to try it out, since your parents never let you watch horror, so you decided to watch nightmare on elm street. You had heard it was really popular so it must be good.

He brought out so many snacks you knew you both wouldn't be finishing. Popcorn, little pretzels, so much candy, chocolate, soda, and water.

"So what movie did you end up choosing" he said setting all the snacks on the table in front of you.

"Um nightmare on elm street"

He stared at you in disbelief "You...Nightmare on elm street...Are you sure you don't seem like the horror type."

"I've already seen the breakfast club so that only left the other two horror movies you chose, so yes I'm sure." You laughed

"Alright fine but don't come crying to me if you cant sleep or need to use the restroom in the middle of the night" he said as he popped the VHS in and sat down next to you on the couch. "Your not gonna change?"

"No its fine I'll change after the movie."

And with that the movie had begun. You and Gareth shared a blanket which you didn't really think about until 40 minutes into the movie when you sat excruciatingly close to him. Every slight scare unknowingly made you get closer and closer to him. The only reason you noticed was because your thigh was touching his. He looked at you and you scooted away quickly.

"Scared?" he questioned

"No n-not really" you fumbled on your words out of embarrassment

Gareth looked passed you and you were confused but he seemed scared and started screaming "OH MY GOD WHO IS THAT"

You practically threw yourself on top of him screaming hoping whatever it was wouldn't get you and that's when you heard him laughing his ass off like what he just did was the funniest thing ever done. You look at him ,still in his arms, with a serious face.

"Aw come on you gotta admit that was pretty funny" he said chuckling

"No it absolutely was not funny." You say as you smack his arm laughing a bit, relived no one was actually behind you.

He leaned in so his face could be closer to yours, lips so close to touching. "Then why are you laughing?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe because I realized no ones gonna come stab me with their finger knives."

"Freddy only comes when you're sleeping. Were you not watching the movie?" He sarcastically said as he rolled his eyes

You didn't know what came over you but you just kissed him. Maybe it was the warmth and safety you felt in his arms, or his stupid hair that was slightly messy, it maybe could have been that you wanted him to stop messing with you. Honestly it was probably all three, but you did it. You just went for it and to your surprise he kissed back.

After you both pulled away you just stared at each other for a few seconds trying to process what you had done.

"Hmm...I always knew you liked me" he joked

"Oh yeah how'd ya know?" you laughed

"Well I guess it was more of a hope you liked me because I liked you kind of thing." After a few moments of silence he spoke up again. "I'm glad the feelings mutual... but what about that metal makeover?"

You both ran to his room. Gareth in the lead and you not too far behind. You went to the restroom to change and get your makeup and nail polish. When you returned Gareth just looked at you and smiled.

"What?"

"Nothing...Well I mean not nothing. I just think you look really pretty."

"Thank you. You look great too but I mean I think you always look great...are you ready for your makeover though?" you laugh.

"Um duh" he rolls his eyes

After about an hour of doing each others makeovers you both did a final reveal laughing hysterically seeing yourselves. You had done just a basic smudged eyeliner look and black finger nails. You even gave him a red accent nail on his middle fingers to match his flannel. You on the other hand had purple eyeshadow spread all over your eyes and messy eyeliner wings. The right one was good but the left one was crooked. Topped off with your messy red lipstick and matching red nails.

"You look hot" he said sarcastically.

"Yeah a hot mess" you laughed back

When you both got cleaned up and ready for bed Gareth said he'd sleep on the floor in his sleeping bag that was much too small for him. He claimed it was because he was a "gentleman". You protested for twenty minutes before you ended up giving in because you knew that this was a battle you just couldn't win. He turned off the lights and you both talked for a while until you both started to get tired.

"Goodnight Gareth. I had a lot of fun tonight. We should definitely do this again sometime."

"The movies and makeovers or the kissing?" he joked

"I don't know...maybe both" you laughed

"Yeah I'd like that...well goodnight don't let Freddy get you while you sleep"

"GARETH WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?" you screamed

He just laughed for a while "sweet dreams."

[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Rarepair headcanons because I am ignoring my problems

Serodeku:

Izuku reenacts the Spider-Man movies with Sero. Izuku is MJ. They also alternate being Spider-Man sometimes

They skate together

They get very protective when people call their boyfriend “plain”

They play dnd together

Sero tries to make sure that izuku gets some rest

They’re both kinda insecure, izuku more than sero, but still; and they make sure to reassure each other as often as possible

Sero likes listening to Izuku’s ramblings and finds them cute. He has told izuku this, only for the poor boy to imitate a tomato

After Izuku has been particularly reckless, Sero takes advantage of his quirk, wraps Izuku in bubble wrap, and tapes it there

Tokodeku:

Jocknerd bf and goth bf, we love to see it

Tokoyami teaches izuku how to sword fight

They start a dnd club at U.A.

Izuku talks to dark shadow a lot, Dark Shadow approves of him, and has claimed the spot of best man at their wedding

Izuku comes up with ideas to help Tokoyami gain control with Dark Shadow

Dark Shadow is very protective over Izuku, no matter how many times Tokoyami tells him that he can take care of himself, Dark Shadow will put himself between Izuku and any form of danger as often as possible

Dekoyama??? Aoyama/izuku:

Aoyama gives him makeovers, obviously

Aoyama drags izuku to the mall and tries to revamp some of his wardrobe, but he actually finds the “pants” and “flannel” type shirts cute

They help each other train their quirks

Aoyama is trilingual, and teaching izuku English and French.

Izuku always brings Aoyama home some new cheese

Y’all, I love them so much. There needs to be more aodeku content

Monoshinsou:

They have people watching dates. They come up with stories for the people they’re watching; their job, family, background, etc.

They judge people together

They call each other “love”

They’re both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience

They jokingly sh*t-talk class A

Shinsou said “I love you” first, and it was because Monoma brought him coffee to class

Monoyama:

Like monoshinsou, they’re both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience

They go shopping together and pick out the most dramatic pieces of clothing for each other

I love them so much, please 😭✋

They have tea parties every week, where they sh*t talk everyone else and gossip

They are both fancy bastards, and they wear the most exquisite outfits to go grocery shopping, and the outshine everyone

They both actually make clothing, they’ll go fabric shopping together. Gift exchanges are often articles of clothing that they’ve made for each other

Momomei:

They work on gear together!!!

Momo makes sure that mei gets some sleep

Mei helps redesign momo’s suit

They often work together with izuku to work in gear and such

They actually got together after izuku introduced them. He had been working on gear with mei, and studying with momo and he thought they’d hit it off. He was correct

Shintsuyu:

Dude they’d be so cute

Tsu is a vent gremlin, and you can’t change my mind. So she and shinsou will play a game where they try to find each other. Tsu is in the vent and shinsou is in the classrooms. Shinsou will try to find whichever vent she’s in, or she’ll find whichever classroom he’s in, in 20 minutes or less

I always headcanoned tsu as a dog person, so they’d have two cats and two dogs, and a bunny that they named Deku

They like comparing their friends to animals, hence the bunny, Deku

Kamideku:

Kaminari is a flirt, and izuku does n o t know how to handle it

Kaminari likes listening to izuku’s ramblings, and can keep up with them. He’ll ask questions on things too, and Izuku has never felt more appreciated

I don’t know why I feel like they’d have so many animals, but I do. They’d have so many, man. Three cats, two dogs, four sugar gliders, a hamster

Adhd power couple. They hyperfixated on complimentary things at the same time one time

Kaminari tutors izuku in English, and izuku turots kami in some other subjects. He’s also teaching kami JSL on the side. Kaminari has a live of languages

Momochako:

Study dates, Momo asks ochako to quiz her a lot

Ochako takes to floating momo’s things when she wants attention. Especially when Momo is studying. She makes a game out of how many things she can float until the other girl notices

Uraraka’s confidence does wonders for momo’s. Uraraka always makes sure to reassure momo that she is strong and that she can do this

Momo makes Uraraka whatever her heart desires. Uraraka blushes all the time, and momo takes great pride in getting her girlfriend to blush

Minatoru:

Mina clings to everyone, but especially to toru

They give each other stuffed animals so often. They’ll go to the store to get food, and come back with three stuffed animals that reminded them of each other

Please, they’re so cute 😭✋

They will play hide and seek, I stand by this.

Mina helps toru design a new costume. I hate hers, it’s horrible, and sexist, and not suitable for a fucking child

Toru says that pink is her favorite color

They flirt with each other all the time. Half the class thinks it’s cute, half of them used to think it was cute.

Iidamomo:

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, but study dates. they quiz each other, and it actually gets pretty competitive

They also have rage room dates. I will not budge on this. Iida tried to murder someone, and I am excited to see momo finally snap. She deserves it

They alternate paying for dates, don’t try me.

The go hiking a lot

They started liking each other after one late night, both having nightmares. Momo had tea, and offered some to Iida. They talked until the early hours of the morning

They can’t flirt. They try. But they’re horrible at it. They’ll compliment each other all day long, but they cannot flirt.

KIRIDEKU, MY BELOVED:

Y’all,,, y’all, I love them so much

They train together, obviously

They ran into each other one night in the common room after both having nightmares. They talked about middle school, how they were both bullied, izuku’s quirk coming in late, katsuki being abusive, kiri being bullied because his quirk wasn’t “cool.” After that, they were practically inseparable.

They started going on dates, not that either of them knew they were dates. The entire class knew, so did the teachers, so did the rest of U.A. Kirishima picked up on it first after a comment from Mina, he had is realization.

So, he started courting Izuku. Not thag izuku realized this. He brought him flowers on most ‘dates,’ he bought him hero action figures whenever he could, he complimented him until Izuku was red in the face (which was honestly very easy.) Still, izuku remained ignorant to the fact that he was indeed dating Kirishima.

The final tipping point, was due to Uraraka’s help. She was quite tired of watching the two of them pine for each other. It was amusing for the first couple months, watching Kirishima try so hard, and Deku being totally oblivious. However, she took pity on her friends after a while.

So, Uraraka devised a devilish plan to get the two together. She involved Mina, Sero, and kaminari in this plan. What was the plan, you ask? Oh, simply to trap the two in one room until they broke through izuku’s obliviousness.

Kirishima finally “straight” up admitted his feelings, to which Izuku had the sudden realization of “oh my gods, have we been dating this whole time??” Yes, Izuku. Yes you have.

They have two anniversaries after that.

Let’s be honest, they are really, annoyingly, horrifically lovey dovey. Kirishima brags about having “the manliest and bestest boyfriend in the world.” Izuku flaunts his many PowerPoint presentations on how talented and incredible Kirishima is

Uraraka doesn’t know if she did the right thing by helping them. She is so tired

Tsujirou:

Jirou makes playlists for tsu

The few sane ones in class A, I swear

They go on walks in the rain as often as they can

They go for dates in the bookstore too. They each pick out an album and a book for the other to listen to and read

Y’all, they make so much sense togetherrrrr, I’m love them 🥺

Jirou started liking tsu after the crew saved bakugou. Jirou sat with tsu after momo, Iida, kirishima, Todoroki, and izuku apologized and sat with her. They had movie night, and Jirou joined the Bakugou saving crew and tsu with taking well into the night. She just appreciated how much tsu cared

Tsu started liking Jirou after she helped Iida, momo, and izuku try to keep the class in order. She appreciated how diplomatic and calm she was

Jirou would talk to izuku all night long about how gay she was, and how adorable tsu was. So, izuku decided to try and suggest ways for Jirou to ask her out.

She did not end up getting to ask her out though, as Tsu walked up to her the next morning f and asked if she wanted to go on a date. Jirou said yes. Izuku cried

Izujirou:

They make playlists for each other

They go for runs on the beach a lot

They both have insomnia, and often spend time making blanket forts and talking, or FaceTiming and listening to music

Jirou walks into the common room once a week looking for new music. She started liking Izuku after he made a playlist for her for one of these occasions.

They’re both quite awkward when it comes to romance, but neither of them will shy away from facing the truth. So, Jirou made izuku a playlist filled with love songs that reminded her of him and sent it to him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.

So, then Jirou wrote a love song and told izuku that the song was for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.

So, then Jirou write analysis about izuku’s quirk for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell

So, then, after thinking that Jirou had done so much for him, izuku made her a playlist filled with love songs. Jirou took this to mean that izuku had finally picked up on her feelings, and accepted them.

So, they started to go on dates. Not that izuku knew this, as he is dense as hell. All leading up to izuku finally confessing his feelings on one of their ‘dates,’ to which Jirou responded, “dude, we’re already dating? Aren’t we? I- I thought that was obvious??”

May this awkward couple be forever blessed

Tokoyama:

Goth/prep boyfriends, we love to see it

At least once a day, Aoyama will proclaim that Tokoyami “shines almost as bright as he does, in his fabulous emo way”

They sword fight, and come up with really dramatic scenarios and scenes that they’re in

They bond over being in the izucrew and their shared love of swords. Aoyama took fencing classes in middle school, and Tokoyami got into sword fighting after watching it in pirates of the Caribbean as a young child. He is self taught and watched countless videos on the art of sword fighting

Tokoyami asked Aoyama our by dramatically presenting him with a dagger and going “will you accompany me on a formal outing as my lover?”

Shinyama:

They flirt constantly

No really, it’s getting quite annoying. Someone please stop them.

They both plop down in random areas and proclaim their deaths, the difference between them, is that Aoyama will burst into shinsou’s room, and yell “love, I’ve been murdered. Mourn for me” while plopping down on shinsou’s lap. Shinsou can be found laying face down outside aoyama’s door, and when Aoyama goes to open the door, he just goes “I’ve been murdered.”

^^ one time, shinsou did a very fun Halloween prank for this, where he poured fake blood all over himself for Aoyama to find him an hour later, asleep.

Nap dates. Aoyama get glitter all over shinsou’s room

Iiyama:

Aoyama enjoys making Iida blush, obviously. But he takes joy in doing it specifically when class is about to start. Aizawa is tired of his shit

Here is how I think an iiyama conversation might go:

Aoyama: I ask for one thing in this relationship-

Iida: Aoyama, you know that’s a lie-

Aoyama: for my boyfriend to carry me around all day-

Iida: Aoyama, I cannot feasibly do this with class-

Aoyama: and I don’t think that’s too much to ask for 😤

Anyway, Aoyama got carried around all day that day, despite Iida’s blush and Aizawa’s eye twitch

Everyone in the izucrew is close, but Iida and Aoyama started to get close after Iida told the crew about Stain. Aoyama wanted Iida to know that he wasn’t alone, and that he wanted to help him. So he started packing extra cheese for lunch and giving it to Iida. Iida was very confused at first. But this was Aoyama trying to court him. This was only made apparent by momo and Jirou telling Iida that this was aoyama’s attempt at expressing romantic interest.

Aoyama flirts with everyone, that’s just who he is. But with Iida? Oh it was tenfold. The poor boy was red in the face constantly. Aoyama was a persistent little bugger too, following him around and calling him ‘mon amour’

Kirikamideku:

My dearest traffic light trio, I’m love them

They train together, and kiri and kami always appreciate izuku’s analysis snd ideas

Kiri falls even more in love with izuku and kaminari when they go off on rants. Izuku rants and kami can keep up with him so he asks questions about it. Kiri loves to watch his boyfriends go on rants, I don’t make the rules, but I do enforce them

They started to get closer after kami and kiri found bakugou causing a ptsd flashback (could be on purpose of an accident, up to the reader.) they stated with him and tried to talk him through it. After this, izuku started to tell them about having been a “late bloomer” and being bullied, etc. (I don’t know, man; I tend to over share after flashbacks and after panic attacks)

Izuku tutors them in several subjects, but kami tutors them in English. Kiri just falls in love with his smart boyfriends

Izuku is teaching kami JSL and kami is helping izuku with English and Italian (personal headcanon that Italian has been one of kami’s special interests) kiri loves to listen to them, and finds it relaxing and calming to hear them do this. When he has panic attacks, he’ll ask them to tutor each other in different languages

[mysticalrambling]

Broken Promises Part 2 (H.S)

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Part 1

My Main Masterlist is here.

Harry Styles Masterlist is here.

Summary: For the first time since the two of you separated, Harry takes your shared daughter, Sofia, to his home for a sleepover. The distance leads him to wonder what life could have been like had the two of you stayed together.

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort

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“Are y’sure you’ll be able to remember it?” You worriedly followed him out of the kitchen as he shouldered the overnight bag. Harry looked like a hot dilf with his tattoos peaking out of his rolled up sleeves, your daughter in his arm and a Peppa pig bag slung over the other. But you couldn’t focus on that right now. You couldn’t focus on him because then you would start thinking about him in your house. Him in your kitchen, baking while you watched him from the kitchen counter.

“Yes, (Y/N), ‘m sure.” For good measure, he rolled his eyes to let you know that he had indeed reached him limit with you.

Instead of making a goofy comment for the eye roll, you decided to ignore it. “Remember, she’s allergic to jellyfish.”

“’m not goin’ to make her eat jellyfish. Y’know I have other stuff at home. Besides, she got it from me so I don’t think there’ll be any kind of jellyfish interaction tonight.” 

Shaking your head in disapproval, you mentally went through the checklist again. Her favorite binkie, check. Her blue Disney bowl, check. Her fleece blanket, check. This was her first time staying away from you and you didn’t know how to cope with the situation. These were the things that you can control and you damn right would. What would you do without her? 

There has been a lingering realization in the pit of your stomach since yesterday that your life has currently been revolving around your almost two year old toddler. It’s not that you regretted it but it was a real problem when it came to these kinds of situations. Eh, its okay. You were a loner before your daughter was born as well. Instead of sulking around, you would go out and just treat yourself with a day at the spa and movies. It would be nice to not have a screaming toddler around the house so you could unwind a bit. Perhaps, it would be nice to co parent.

“Soph needs to listen t’one of your songs before going t’bed.”

“I can just perform a mini concert for her, y’know.” There he was, that cocky little bastard. His rockstar attitude always made an appearance after one of his world tours. Who wouldn’t be after experiencing that kind of fame?

“Yeah okay, Mr.Hot Shot.”

“Goodbye, (Y/N).”

“Lemme say bye t’my daughter.”

Rolling his eyes again, you wondered if his eyes would ever just stay in that state from how often he does it. “Y’just did five minutes ago!”

“Oh hush.” 

Taking her in your arms, you quietly snuggled her into your chest and moved a little away from your ex husband. No need for him to see you like this: a sentimental knob. Sophia was in one of her moods today. Nothing was going according to your plan today. Sophia threw a hissy fit when you tried to change her clothes. Apparently, she hated the color yellow today. The best part of it all was that you had to rummage out clothes that garnered the little devil’s approval. Anne had warned you that Sophia would go through her terrible twos a little early just like Harry but you didn’t believe it until today. 

“Bye Soph. Be a good girl f’mommy and daddy will surely buy you an ice cream. Won’t y’daddy?”

It was a completely platonic question but Harry found himself reacting to it. He still remembered the times when you called upon him with that endearment and it was always enough to get him going. God, he was so easy for you. Good thing you weren’t looking at him or else this whole thing would have taken an awkward turn. Seeing you with his child was a mere dream for him from the past two years and was a cruel reminder of his mistakes. If only that very dream hadn’t transfigured into an ugly nightmare. 

“‘Of course. Daddy’ll buy y’anything, pet.”

“Harry!”

“Winnie!”

Looking at you both, he let out a loud laugh because you were still the same girl he met all those years ago. Independent, smart, strong-headed. You always wanted your children to be well mannered and down to earth so you hated it when he promised things like these. Harry believed in your ideologies but he didn’t get to spend much time with Sophia. There was this idea in his mind that maybe he could make up for lost time through materialistic things. In his own way, this was him displaying affection but you didn’t approve of it. Your child was not going to be spoiled rotten at any cost.

“Y’can only buy her one thing.”

“But-“ One glare from you and he finds his argument dying at the tip of his tongue,  “Kay, I’ll only buy ‘er one stuffed toy.” Surrendering all possible protests, he took Sophia from you and made his way towards the door.

“Text me when you reach home.”

“Okay.”

“Make sure to see if her car seat is properly buckled in.”

“Okay.”

“Drive-“

“You’re givin’ me a migraine, woman. Know how to take care of m’baby.”

“Okay.” You mutter, throwing your hands up. 

Okay, even though you were anything but that. 

After closing the door, you got to cleaning up the mess around the living room and kitchen because having a toddler meant a perpetually untidy house. About an hour passed by and you still hadn’t heard from your ex husband. 

Maybe they stopped for ice cream.

Maybe Sophia had one of her classic tantrums.

Maybe the car broke down.

Maybe they got into a car accident.

Before your imagination could run haywire, you picked up the phone and called him. “Why didn’t y’call me, Harry?” At this point, fury was coming out of your ears in metaphorical smoke because you regretted agreeing with him. Your daughter should be here with you where you can keep an eye on her and ensure her well being at all times.

“Calm down, darlin’. Ou’lovely daughter realised that y’weren’t coming home with us and she hasn’t stopped cryin’ ever since. I- I don’t know what t’do, (Y/N).”

“Relax, H. Put m’on speaker, please.”

“Thank y’, love”

It took several tries but Sophia finally came around to listening to you on the phone. It was taking all your willpower to refrain yourself from going there and just bringing her home. Harry had as much right to her as you did and you needed to be accepting, supportive. And it wasn’t healthy for your daughter to be this much attached to you. You both needed to socialise a bit more in your daily routine.

“Pick me?” It was clear that the phone was too close to her mouth because it was a little loud but you decided to ignore it.

“Mommy can’t come pick y’up today. You need to stay with daddy and I promise it’ll be fun. Daddy has these really cool toys in his house and y’ an play with all of them. You’ll meet me tomorrow, darling and then we can go to t’park.”

“No! No!” 

At this point you should’ve guessed her response but alas, you were too naive for this world. “Darling, why don’t you go check out your room and I’ll FaceTime you during dinner. I promise it’ll be fun.”

“Yeah, pet. Daddy made sure t’have all kinds of things in y’room. Let’s go!!”

“H?”

Putting the phone off speaker, he spoke in a hushed baritone, “The tears ‘ave stopped so I think that’s m’cue.”

“Don’t disappoint me, Styles.”

“We aim t’please, ma’am. Will call y’after sometime.”

Trekking up the stairs behind her, he was mesmerized by the little angel that was slowly climbing with one hand on the railing. She was perfect and he sometimes found her unreal. He was thankful to you in so many ways but the dream was incomplete without you here. The fame, the wealth, the property didn’t mean anything if he didn’t have you to share it with. Harry would trade everything if that meant you coming back to him with his daughter. 

He dreamt about a time where you both would put her to sleep together while singing her lullabies. Sophia would clutch onto both your hands and instead of disturbing her, you would end up cuddling together on her bed. Harry wouldn’t have to travel around the world for his work so much and there won’t be any problems in your life. You all would have been very happy and satisfied with your life. But alas, it was just that; a dream. Your family was broken and instead of moping around, Harry had to figure out a way to work around it. However, he sometimes allowed himself the luxury to indulge in dreams similar to yours.

“Mummy?” 

“Wh-What?” He was a little confused at her question until he saw what she was pointing at. 

They were in Sophia’s room and she was curiously looking at the pictures that he had hung on the wall opposite to the bed. Decorating this room was an emotional turmoil on its own. The moment he found out you were pregnant, the divorce had already went through and you weren’t even ready to be in the same room as him. Instead of focusing on the situation, he started working on the nursery. 

There used to be pictures of you and him throughout the house and he didn’t have the heart to take them down. They were the only memories of you that were left with him and he decided to make a picture wall in his unborn child’s nursery. You haven’t seen the nursery yet because Sophia has never stayed the night so there wasn’t a reason for you to come in there when you came to visit. Of course, you also actively avoided coming to the house because of the overwhelming memories it held.

“Yes, it’s mummy.” Picking her up, he sat on the love chair in the corner of the room and gazed lovingly at the pictures. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

“Beauful?”

“Yeah, pet.”

There was this particular picture from your maternity shoot where you both were holding on to your protruding stomach and smiling cheekily at the camera. Thankfully, you had invited him to the shoot because you didn’t want him to miss out on things. Harry had instantly cancelled all of his production meetings that day and he didn’t care if Jeff wasn’t happy about it.

I’m in my bed

And you’re not here

And there’s no one to blame 

But the drink in my wandering hands

Forget what I said, that’s not what I meant

Gently laying Sophia in her bed, he made sure that she was covered in her blanket and the pacifier was tucked tightly between her lips. Turning out the sound machine, he slowly left the room with a baby monitor. He took out a picture frame from his side drawer and curled in his bed with it. It was a picture from your wedding reception when you both had your first dance. You looked ethereal in the white lace wedding dress with a slight hair updo and all natural makeup. It was the luckiest day of his life because you were finally his. That’s why he still had the picture in his drawer and not in the nursery. This picture held a special place in his heart.

And I can’t take it back

I can’t unpack the baggage you left

What am I now? What am I now?

What if I’m someone I don’t want around?

Silent tears rolled down his eyes as he clutched the picture tightly to his chest. This picture once was a reminder of happy times but now it was a mere reminder of what he had lost. He had lost you. He had lost his family. He had lost everything. 

I’m falling again, I’m falling again,

I’m falling.

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A/N: Hi lovies!! I finally posted part 2 for this series and I can’t wait for your thoughts and comments on this piece. A special ‘thank you’ to @peculiarpenman​ and @pettinesspersonified​ for helping me with the ideas and editing. I love you both!! Please send in general comments or things you want to talk about with me. I was serious about interacting with you guys more because it is truly a pleasure. I am open to suggestions and I’m here to chat. Love y’all!!

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[uroborosymphony]

Her laughter echoed to his words. A melodic and warm one. He makes her laugh, always. Especially when he flirts with her like this, which is constantly. A reminder of when they were younger : she was the serious scholar one and he was this bad boy who would flirt with her by the university gate using lines that would make her burst out of laughter, a little silly, a little goofy, in that suave voice of his, seizing her by the waist. He was realer and more authentic than the snobby ones from medical schools who were despising her yet still wanted her in their beds. One would say Ara’s warmth awakened thanks to him and with him.  “Heyyy I am hot buns! Don’t give the bao my nickname,” She answered in an equivalent cheeky, playful, amused tone, her delicate fingers seizing one of the buns, biting into it in an impatient way, immediately placing it close to his mouth, against his lips, for him to catch a bite as well. A little messy, a little intimate was how it always felt in these walls. Perhaps a part of her would miss it too – this apartment where it all started. The heating system was sometimes failing them and so they would wrap themselves in a thousand blankets to keep each other warm in cold nights of February - multiple times she had to shake the TV for it to work again which was driving her so insane she would bang on it with random objects until Tai comes to take the weapons off her hands – or these morning where they would take a shower together but the water would turn cold in the middle making them panick and go from a sexy time to cursing against the goddamn gas boiler naked and freezing in the middle of a soaked floor. This place was crap, but it was their love cocoon.

Ara loved Baozi, especially ones that came from that one place, the most authentic yet a little too far away from where they lived.  “Oh wait I know that taste! You went all the way to the station for my favorite bao? That’s why you were gone so long mmm My love My amazing prince, you didn’t have to go that far,”  Her tone was always made of honey whenever he was spoiling her with her favorite little things. Not that Ara was a complicated woman, her taste was rather simple, sometimes even elegant in simplicity kind of way. It happened with time however, that he would surprise her with designer, a bag, a coat, which would make her jump in excitement, enjoying more and more the pricey and flashy. Would that change too with this new life awaiting them? More extravaganza? Would they still get bao from the other side of the area? Licking her fingers off the delicious taste, her eyes then lingered on the flowers he got for her, the corners of her eyes forming crescents from the fondest smile on her lips. Extending her arm, the bouquet was now in her hands as her nose was brushing delicately against the petals. Poinsettias and Roses, a vibrant red that was matching the pinkish of the apple of her cheeks. Red was his favorite color, red on her, red for her, and she, loved the red too. It was their color. Oh she was smiling, that smile that was making her face a little rounder, a face only for him. “My god I did say I would eat you, I will devour you Taiyang, making me smile like that, spoiling me like that, come here,” This time again, her lips linking with his as her arms were wrapping around his neck now that he joined her against that counter, her smile never withering, only growing wider throuhh the kiss. “Christmas with you will always be my favorite, you know that? You’re my Christmas wish and present, over and over,” She whispers against his lips. 

The Christmas atmosphere they were basking in was intoxicatingly warm and good for their souls in these complicated times. Ara did not realize business talk would get in the middle of that, it seemed to be a topic just like another to her. Well. She was obsessive after all. In the way she was thinking, behaving, going through life, every moment, every piece could become an obsession to her, fast, something she would dive into, hard : she’s a passionate. He knows she is. And so, perhaps he realized since they were stepping more into the big league, the tales of the underground scene were more and more at the tip of her tongue : analyzing, memorizing, like a spider itself her head was mapping the allies, the opponents, the atmosphere, slowly but surely in the back of her head – she was a brain, one that was constantly running and that could become a powerful asset on that illegal stage, a powerful asset to Black Fang if they ever associated for good. These battles could become one of her obsessions too, something she would let herself get consumed by, it was crawling already. And so, with him seizing the knife : could he see that? Ara pouted as if he was taking a toy out of her but she understood he just wanted Christmas with her tonight. She could read him as well, the almost psychiatrist would naturally pick up on every single one his signs, verbal, non verbal, she would love them and keep them inside her head.  He after all, was her biggest obsession, her favorite book to read. She however did not know quite yet he was so worried about her safety around the bugs and the mobs and did buy his excuses for now – Oh she knew he was protective and would fire bullets for her but the conversation of Is this new life better for us did not come up just yet. “That’s probably why they strike on Christmas, it’s a coward and weak game to play, I will let them to Santa, the city can be theirs for the night, we have better things to do,” She answered her arms still wrapped around his neck. “Weeell well, you want to be a little shit on New Years Eve with me? I like that, the idea of starting fires with you to enter a new year. Mmm let’s keep trouble for there then my darling,” She added in a gentle voice despite the pyromanic fantasy of her line. His question with a chipper tone brought a brighter smile to her as she nodded. “Help me with the last dish, I’m finished with japchae, the beef is marinated, can you help choping the vegetables to go with bulgogi?" Ara questioned turning around but still remaining in his hold and so her back was pressed against his chest, as she was brigning the vegetables closer, already washed, ready for the blade down the counter. "I will heat up the stove and with that, our meal will be all ready and we can move to the living room, yes? I have my presents to give you too," She then added, looking above her shoulder, their heads one against another.

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#15 + Taakitz?

"slowly accumulating items that’s more your style than theirs" from this list!

There’s a moment after Taako’s eyes wrench open that he considers burrowing deeper into his blankets and avoiding the day. Unfortunately, his damn conscience won’t let him. He promised the little twerp that he absolutely wouldn’t reschedule this week’s magic lesson for the third time and something tells him Angus will hold him to it.

Taako rises and slowly starts getting dressed, picking through his closet and the teetering pile of items stacked on the chair in the corner. He pulls together something a little nicer than he’d normally throw on for the lesson since Kravitz had not-so-subtly hinted at an impromptu date in the early evening. He does his best to tamp down a stupid, mushy smile; he hates to admit it but Kravitz makes him happier than he’s been in…well, ever, actually. But this isn’t a joy he’s looking to go broadcasting. None of the boner squad’s fucking business how he’s spending his off time and gods know that if he goes around smiling and shit that everyone on the entire moon will have about a hundred questions. Can’t an elf just smile? Does it have to mean that he’s hiding some secret boyfriend? Never mind the fact that he is, in fact, hiding a secret boyfriend.

Figuring he’s wasted enough time to be fashionably late, Taako grabs the Umbrastaff, puts on his hat, and heads off to meet Angus.

“Hey sir? Can I ask you something?” Angus perches on the arm of the bench and regards Taako carefully.

--

“Okay, little dude, let’s take a quick fifteen. You’ve made some good progress but let’s not overdo it right away,” Taako says as he makes his way over to a bench near where he and Angus have been practicing some low-level evocation work. Since the one incident, they’ve both decided that outdoor magic lessons are the way to go. He sprawls out, taking up almost the entire bench.

“You just did.” He laughs a little at Angus’s face of displeasure. “Go ahead, you’ve had your thinking face on for the past forty minutes.”

“Have you gone shopping recently?”

Taako snorts and starts fiddling with his necklace. “Yeah? Listen, Ango, they don’t tell you this—”

“Who is ‘they?’”

“—but when you’re an adult with an income of your own, you can buy shit when you’re bored or feeling a little down and that might only be a temporary fix but you do end up having some cool shit to show for it! It’s like a level seven wizard thing, no wonder you don’t know about it,” Taako says breezily.

“Okay, I guess that makes sense.” Angus seems unsatisfied, his thinking face making a reappearance.

“Alright, I’ll bite. What sparked this line of questioning?” Taako gives his necklace a decisive tug before releasing it.

Angus lights up at Taako’s question and looks entirely too prepared to launch into a lecture. “Well, sir, your style seems to have changed a bit.”

“My style?” Taako wrinkles his nose in confusion. “Whattaya mean?”

“Normally you’re into some migraine-inducing combinations of colors and patterns—”

“Gee, thanks Angus.”

“—no offense! It’s cool, just a bit jarring sometimes. But like today, you’re dressed a little more formally and in more…subdued colors.” Angus gestures at Taako’s outfit. And Taako supposes he’s a little right but you can’t always wear a flirty skirt. Sometimes you just gotta wear some sharp pants and a cool shirt.

“That it?”

“Nope! You’ve also started wearing accessories that don’t really seem to be your style.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! I mean, I have to say, I’ve never heard you say a nice thing about a bird but suddenly you’ve got some feathers in your hat and what seems to be a little bird skull pendant. Also you’ve been wearing more silver jewelry lately. It’s weird.” Angus narrows his eyes at Taako and Taako can see those wheels turning in his head.

“Respectfully, sir, don’t bullshit me,” Angus deadpans.

Shit. Can’t hide shit from this kid. Taako didn't even realize he was doing this, either. He supposes he's just found himself more and more drawn to things that remind him of Kravitz. He can't believe his own subconscious would betray him like this. If you can't trust yourself, who can you trust?

Taako does his best to keep his demeanor relaxed. “Variety is the spice of life, kid. I’ve got a brand, natch, but that doesn’t mean I can’t mess around with it sometimes.”

“Angus, if you were talking to anyone else I would be so proud right now.”

“I’m very smart and I’m very good at putting things together. I know the Director was stressed out because an undead entity was on the base a while back. And I know you’ve been dressing differently and I know you’ve been smiling a lot more lately. And I have it on good authority that you were seen patronizing a particular business on the base with someone that nobody in the entire Bureau could identify when given a description. Not even Garfield.” Angus speaks clearly and evenly, laying out each and every damning piece of evidence and stacking them up against any defense Taako could make.

Taako narrows his eyes and crosses his arms. “What are you insinuating here, little man?”

Angus smiles a little too smug for Taako's liking. “I’m not insinuating anything, sir! I’m just hurt that you’re keeping your boyfriend a secret from us.”

Taako sits up and looks around, shooting a sharp glare at Angus. “You’re too fucking good at this,” he hisses quietly at Angus. “What’s it gonna take for you to keep quiet?”

--

Kravitz passes through the tear he created with little effort, smiling widely as he enters Taako’s room. “Sorry I’m a little late, there was a ghastly mountain of paperwork I had to get through. But I’m very glad to see you.” Kravitz leans in to give Taako a kiss but is stopped by Taako’s hand on his chest. “Taako, is everything—”

Taako holds up a finger to get Kravitz to pause. “So you know how I’m just the coolest and best mentor for a little baby twerp?”

Kravitz furrows his brow. “Yeah, you’ve mentioned Angus before, love.”

Taako nods. “And you know how I’ve told you he’s like, a detective in training?”

“I am not in training, sir!” A voice from behind Taako says, sounding positively offended. Taako grimaces and steps aside, revealing a young boy. “Hello, sir!My name is Angus McDonald, I’m the world’s greatest detective, and I have a couple of questions for you.”

Kravitz looks to Taako.

“I’m exchanging his silence for a five-minute conversation. Sorry bones.” Taako doesn’t sound particularly apologetic.

Kravitz blinks and looks back at Angus. “Okay. Nice to meet you Angus, my name is Kravitz. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“All terrible things,” Taako supplies. Angus rolls his eyes fondly. He eyes Kravitz over, scrutinizing every detail he can see.

“Are you dead?”

“Technically speaking, yes.”

“How’d you die?”

“I got sick.”

“With what?”

Angus nods and eyes Kravitz’s hands before smiling a little. “Did Taako paint your nails?”

“Didn’t exactly have a chance to find out.”

"Are you the Grim Reaper?"

"Many would call me that, yes."

"Were you the one who tried to kill Mr. Taako, Mr. Magnus, and Mr. Merle?"

Kravitz grimaces for a moment. "Technically yes but it was for work."

"Are you the reason Mr. Merle has a tree arm now?"

"Mmm, I'm the reason he doesn't have his old arm. I can't take credit for the tree."

“Oh gods,” Taako groans, putting his head in his hands.

Kravitz looks at the metallic blue polish on his nails and smiles a little sheepishly. “He did.”

Angus looks over to Taako. “Will you do mine?”

“Tomorrow, I’m busy tonight,” Taako says, nodding towards Kravitz.

Angus nods and regards Kravitz again, thinking face making a full comeback. Angus motions for Kravitz to bend down to his level. Kravitz hesitates for a moment but ultimately obliges; he’s embarrassed to admit it but he’s intimidated by such a serious child.

“What are your intentions with Mr. Taako?”

“Annnnd we’re done!” Taako interrupts before Kravitz can answer.

“But you said five minutes!” Angus whines, sounding remarkably like his age for once.

“And I also said no needlessly weird questions, bud.”

Angus frowns but stops his protest. That was part of the agreement but Angus feels he was well within his right.

“Don’t worry, Angus, I don’t think I’m the one you need to worry about here,” Kravitz winks conspiratorially.

“Evil, both of you,” Taako throws his hands up in faux exasperation. “I actually don’t want to spend time with either of you anymore.”

“Uh-huh, sure.”

“I mean, I can just rip another portal if you’re serious.”

Taako frowns deeply. "You guys didn’t believe me for a second?”

“Nope.”

“Not even a little, love.”

“Shit.”