#I am calmer than usual XD

[splintergirl13]

So I try to draw once a month just as a personal goal. And I was struggling with too many big ideas and needed something fun and not as much pressure instead. And so I asked @bi-ocelot for a prompt to draw and they said to draw the trio as dragons. And then I proceeded to have way too much fun creating lore for them and such so feel free to read under the tab this is all just for silly fun though XD

Steve is an underground dragon who is essentially a miner in which he digs and burrows underground. Only going to the surface for certain supplies. He eats a variety of minerals as well as a lot of vegetables and sometimes fish and (if really desperate) axolotls.  His design is based off of a goanna and some other digging reptiles except his head is a little more blocky since he just looked better as a block boy. He uses his nose and horns for pushing dirt. His tail is used to break up big rocks and as protection like an ankylosaurus (except he has more dexterity than that dinosaur had). He places condensed ores on his chest as both a layer of protection (think armor) and as a way to better camouflage into his environment. He can smelt things with his dragon breath (he is the forge). His wings are very bat like and he will curl them around himself but they are very small compared to other dragons so they are really only meant for gliding (think burrowing owl) and going short distances. He can only barely hide himself with the wings. But it works better since he needs to cover up the blue usually he will fold them neatly so only the dark back colors show. But when he gets nervous he will wrap the wings around his head (poorly).  When threatened he usually will curl up on a wall and stay there until someone passes. This dragon can dig for miles with his sharp and strong claws.

Alex is a forest dragon. Very fast and agile. Meant to camouflage in trees (like a tiger) and swoop around (like a falcon or big cat). She eats a very meat based diet of anything she can sneak up on. She has very big haunches for pouncing. Taller than Steve. She is made for quick and efficient kills. I am very much going for a mixture of big cat and quick hunting birds. You would think her mane would cause her to be bad at camouflage but it works just like the orange of a tiger does. Her tail is meant to restrict and pierce. Keeping the larger prey in place. Also makes for good quick swipes if something bigger attacks her. Also works well for balance. Her whiskers allow her to sense prey and movement.

Steve met Alex when he was grabbing trees up on the surface to better prop up his cave. She was hunting in one of the trees, focused on a big prey item that is her favorite, and Steve being very unaware cut down the tree with her in it. She was injured and yelled at Steve that he broke her wing and lost her her lunch and how is she going to live without her wings. He escorts her to his cave and takes care of her while she recovers and they become the best of friends. Both very solitary creatures usually so it is unusual for them to get along. But they do have their silly arguments as Steve didn’t know how to hunt for her at first and really doesn’t like to kill animals. But she shows him her world and he shows her his. They bond with their love for the world.

While I don’t have as much lore for Herobrine that differs from the traditional ‘got his ass banned and beat by the aether’, he is a lava dragon who is very snake like in appearance. Very long body. His tail acts like a scythe. He has sharp teeth and venom. He was discovered by Steve and Alex when Steve started hearing weird things in his cave and asked Alex to come investigate with him. He started off as a beautiful and regal golden dragon and was burned by the fires of the aether (his brother / family) until his very scales burned and became magma itself. When he is calmer the fire dims and he can get a hug or a nuzzle. But when he is freaked out or angry he almost oozes with his lava. His wings are very torn from the beating and so he isn’t a very good flier, but he used to soar high above the clouds. I cannot ever escape the fallen angel trope, sue me.

Anyways this is the time they all first meet. Like I said, Alex followed Steve into the cave thinking he was hearing things and they finally find Herobrine very injured laying in a lava pit to try and recover, but he has a lot of internal injuries from a recent battle. He almost doesnt reveal himself at first but Steve and Alex are bickering about the sounds and so Herobrine just goes "if you two are going to continue to make that much noise, please just finish the job and kill me" in which Steve proceeds to smack the poor guy with his club in surprise and Herobrine's only response is "ow".

Steve proceeds to nurse the dying dragon back to health. Providing him with lots of food which Herobrine refuses to eat (until Steve accidentally leaves out some diamonds and in which the feral dragon goes CHOMP, couldnt resist that snack) and yeah idk other misc things Steve likes to sleep on top of Herobrine who is like a big old hot rock. And they all shed so like Alex sheds like a husky in which she needs to shake all her dead fur and scales off. Steve needs to melt his layer of melted rocks. And Herobrine just stays in lava for a loooooong time. Lol. Uh I could probably continue to brainrot but this has already gotten out of control XD also ignore the background this was just for fun lmao

[sophieswundergarten]

hi hi!! how are you? I was able to find the ask game on your dashboard yippee! (which I can rarely do with anyone,,it’s usually buried so far down that I won’t know how to participate xD)

If you’re still up to it maybe you could write something with reynie using either 13, 14, or 15? 👉👈 (those were just some that looked interesting but if you have a better number choice that would work with reynie or one prompt you’ve been waiting for someone to ask you then go ahead and do that one!! I’ll be happy to read whatever ^^))

thank you!! I hope you’re having an amazing day!

Hey there, Ember! Thank you for the little kitty cat :)

Stopping in for some more Reynie Angst, I see? Well, who am I to say no?

“What more is there to lose?” Reynie laughed, but it turned into a sob partway through. “You’ve taken me away from my family, you’ve kept me here, you actively try and find any excuse to hurt me. Haven’t you done enough?”

The boy had not been trapped here long, but even so he was still growing. His hair was longer than when he had last seen his family and his clothes did not have much more time before they would become too small for him.

Outside of the cell, Mr. Curtain ground his teeth. “I will ask you again, Reynard: What is my brother planning?”

This time, Reynie really did laugh. A weak, desperate, hysterical thing that escaped his lungs like a panicked dove. “Nothing,” He said, “Mr. Benedict isn’t planning anything. None of us are. We just want to be left alone; to be safe.”

“That cannot be true!” Mr. Curtain roared, face growing purple. Reynie flinched back, raising his arms as if to shield himself. There were a few seconds of silence, and then Curtain spoke again, only marginally calmer. “I don’t believe you. You must tell me what Benedict is planning, or you will never see your family again.”

Reynie retreated to the back corner of the room, settling himself down into a tightly folded position even Kate might have been proud of. “I will never,” He said, “never tell you anything about my family. Even if they were planning something, which they aren’t, I wouldn’t tell you. I care about something more than myself, Mr. Curtain. I care about my family. And you’re never going to get anything out of me.”

[quinloki]

14 and 19 for Sir Crocodile, please 🖤

14. How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash?

We're both pretty slow to anger, and tend to make decisions based on logic - or in his case more than mine, cost. We both get a little... unreasonable if our best laid plans fall apart.

He's got more of a temper than I do, but don't take that to mean I don't have a temper - I'm just not usually impaling people on a massive golden hook.

I am able to help keep him calmer and more reasonable, and he's able to help me stand my ground when I start to wonder if it's worth the effort.

And honestly, as long as some of that wealth is used to give back, we don't clash too much. He's not becoming a billionaire on my watch though xD

19. How do they feel about PDA?

We are pretty aligned on this. Neither one of us is big on overt displays of public affection. You might be able to catch him kissing the crown of my head, or the back of my hand, but usually we're just within a few feet of each other.

We don't separate during big events mostly for my sake - I disdain crowds, and honestly the safest place in any high society is next to the guy who has perfected the Don't Waste My Time expression to the point that he can do it with a smile.

Self Ship Ask Game

[walkingstackofbooks]

DS9 4x03 Hippocratic Oath thoughts (I'm re-watching, so beware spoilers for future episodes!)

(21/06/2023)

So excited for this episode, love me some Miles&Julian

"I believe the Ferengi bartender is plotting something with him." Oh Worf, you are new here, aren't you?

"Odo keeps him in check." "Yes, but not in prison." Maybe - just maybe - there's a reason for that? Given Odo's been Chief of Security for three years, and Sisko's a very competent commander?

"We're on course back to the wormhole and should arrive at the station two days ahead of schedule." Hah, no you won't!

Julian just completely bullshitting "by spending your free time in the bedroom, a place you intimately associate with Keiko, you are actually expressing a desire to be closer to her during her absence." like he's a student with a word count to reach

"Why can't she be more like...[you]" "More like... [me?]" "Well, a man. More like a man." I cannot with this conversation, ever.

The two of them bouncing around in their seats is so ridiculous to watch XD

I was so confused about how Miles is a non-com until recently - in LARP it means non-combatant, and I kept thinking that no-one ever respected that Miles should not be fighting!

Miles' non-reaction to "We will kill you first."

"Human, rank of lieutenant with a specialty in the sciences." "Doctor, actually." If he's going to die, he's going to go down with the right title, thank you very much!

Loving this conflict between Odo and Worf. You go, Odo! (Is it bad I'm looking forward to Worf losing this battle?)

"They need a doctor. Someone's injured, or sick." "If that's true, Julian, don't help them." But he's gotta, it's what he dies, Miles!

" And you need to understand that I'm a Starfleet officer, and I won't do any work for you that might potentially be used against the Federation or any other race for that matter. Now, if that's what you want, you'll have to kill me." Julian you are incredible, you know that?

"Now give those men what they need, please." ohhhh, the tight desperation in his voice 💔

Odo is being much calmer about Starfleet poking their nose in his security matters than usual - maybe because Worf doesn't actually have any security jurisdiction, unlike Primmin and Eddington did?

Miles' "Sir" and "Lieutenant" playacting (foreshadowinggggg)

Julian's suddenly gone even posher??! Somehow stress brings out RP in extremis?

I love Miles and O'Brien both having perfectly valid different opinions. This argument is fantastic and I love Julian's impassioned "They're not animals. They're people being used as slaves. And this is their one chance at freedom."

"I am the senior officer here and I have decided what we're going to do. Now, I need the bio-spectral phase discriminator from the runabout's sensor array. I haven't got the technical skills to remove it, so I'm ordering you to do it. Is that clear?" Oof, I don;t think he likes taking this role, and having to give orders, but he's clearly very frustrated with Miles' opposite beliefs

Julian's demonstrating his determined belief in Goran'Agar's goodness by trusting him to find O'Brien for him <3

"You are a soldier?" "I have been." "Then you explain." Finally, something that might resonate with Miles. Just too late.

"Let's just say DS Nine has more shades of grey. And Quark definitely is a shade of grey." Yessss exposition the premise of DS9 to the newbie :P

"You had a choice and you chose to disobey orders, override my judgment, and condemn those men to death." Ohhh, this gave me some genetic engineering feels... (so many in fact, that there is more on that here!)

"Maybe in a few days." I don't know what that smile's doing, Julian, but I'm glad you're hopeful.

This is such a great episode, I really do like it - and Miles and Julian acting as foils to each other and both having incredibly convincing points of view is phenomenal, more please! :P

[lyon-amore]

The half of me Chapter 30

Chapter 29

I sit in the chair leaving a cup of coffee on the table, ready to stay awake, I must not let the tiredness beat me now. While I was eating, they have all been decrypted. My hands shake trying to make a folder to put the important files that have been found. I start with the first file and chuckle as I read it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

2013 entry

Well, this is the new diary. Mom wouldn't stop reading the one I had -_- Seriously, she doesn’t know what privacy is? Luckily if I write it on the computer, she will be unable to read it, because she doesn’t know my password to enter the computer XD and there's no way she'll ever know! Although MC surely knows what password I have, but she knows that she is not able to read my diary, because we told each other everything. Even so… MC, if you're reading this, GET OUT OF HERE! XP This is private stuff! Mm... I think that I should write as usual, since it is a diary and I’m not sending a message to anyone, anyway, for the next one I will write it better ^^ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Tears come to my eyes a little when reading Daliah as a teenager. And that's when I now remember that Carter was right. Daliah changed a lot, there was a time when we were always together, we had the same friends. But something happened. At home we were close, but then we had two different lives. As if we had already become adults and had another life. I wiped my tears and took a deep breath. Reading all this is going to be hard for me.    "It's time to find the flashy." I tell myself, pulling my hair up, sitting up straight in my chair. This is going to take a long time. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

2013 entry

Carter told me. He has a girlfriend! Today I saw them at recess. They are adorable! her name is jane, She's the councilor's daughter, I don't know her well, but she seems nice, I heard she likes to act like me. Will we see each other this year in theater? Maybe that way we can be friends. So, Carter won't have to split between her friend and his girlfriend!

Today I wanted MC to come with us to Colville, but Grace told me that when asked, he refused to come with us, apparently, she's a little nervous about going into town. Why didn't she ever tell me? A pity, I would have liked very much to come. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

  "I don't remember Grace asking me if I wanted to go with them…" I mumbled reading the fifth entry. It's a week after she went with Grace to Colville, where they had a great time. Although there is nothing striking, it seems that it was a normal night when they left their mother's place early to see a movie.     It also comes back to me when I talked to Daliah about Carter's girlfriend, she was happy for him because he finally had something good in his complicated life with difficult parents. Daliah was happy that he had someone special. So, did they already go out together? How come I don't remember? From what I read; it didn't seem like she didn't like Jane back then. Obviously, after two journal entries, everything changed. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

2013 entry

I can't believe it! Grace has told me that Jane is talking bad about me, but what she thinks she is? I haven't done anything to her! We hardly talk and in the only drama club meetings we've ever had we've talked only about who our favorite actors and actresses are, nothing more. Why then do she have to say bad things about me? Good thing I have Grace to support me, she's a good friend. Luckily MC hasn't gotten to hear these rumors that Jane is saying about me, that relieves me a bit.

But I know she wouldn't believe her since she's my twin. Who better than her to know who I really am?

2013 entry

Grace and I skipped class today. It was fun! I had never done this before! We've caught the first train to Colville, and we've gone to Ralph's high school. We've sneaked in during recess and talked to him. This time he did seem a little calmer with me, he even smiled! I think I even blushed when I saw him, he has a beautiful smile. But then he has remembered and he has become serious with me. It's been lovely watching it.

And I didn't want to bother him by telling him that he blushed, hehe. It still surprises me that they are twins, they look so little alike. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ralph being nice? With Daliah? He hated her, that's what he told me. Maybe something happened to make him hate her? It's weird reading that Daliah said that she blushed with Ralph, I didn't think he was her type. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

2013 entry

With each passing day, MC and I drifted far apart in high school. We've always been together, so it's really weird that we don't talk in high school. Has something happened? Grace has told me that it's because I'm so popular now that people surround me quite a lot, which makes it hard for my sister to be with me. Today I asked her if she was okay, and she answered yes. I insisted again, but she told me that she was perfectly fine, that she was just busy studying, and thank goodness! I thought she was mad at me because I spend more time with my friends than with her, but luckily that's not real, hehe.

This weekend I'm going to Grace's again and I don't know why, but I'm more nervous than before. Is it because of Ralph?

2013 entry

Oh my gosh… oh my gosh! Has happened! Has happened! I have kissed him! I've kissed Ralph! And the after…. Aaaaah! No! What a shame! I don't want to write it! Because I don't even know how it happened! I'll just say that… It was an amazing getaway to his room. It can't be... I swear, I feel very happy, I want to see him again. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I make a disgusted face when I read that she slept with Ralph. Well, maybe it was different before, but now? Now it's better not to get close to him. The following entries are completely normal, they both have a normal relationship, but she writes him so in love that it breaks my heart.    “Wait a minute.” I mutter, finding something interesting fourteen innings later. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

2013 entry

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I can't believe it. I can't, it's horrible. Why did he say that to me? Why? "Don't bring your problems to me." How does he tell me that? Why? Doesn't he understand that this is his problem too? I haven't told Grace anything, I haven't dared to tell her what happened, just that we just broke up. I'm afraid my best friend will judge me knowing that she once made fun of a girl in high school because she thought she was too stupid to get pregnant. And now what do I do? I'm scared and this is his fault. I don't want to do this alone, but I can't tell anyone either. My God, what do I do now? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Afraid of what? What was he to be afraid of? Yes, it was true that he changed. I remember Daliah at that moment a little duller, even sadder. Her therapies increased and even her clothes changed for a while.

Wait.

I understand now. I already know what happened.

I put my hands to my head, because all this time I knew it. I knew but I didn't say anything because maybe I was imagining it.     “Sorry Daliah” I say quietly, tugging at my sleeve ". I didn't think it was possible."     Ralph left her pregnant and alone with the problem. He abandoned her in something he did, but why? Why didn't he accept responsibility? He damaged her! He marked her forever! It makes even more sense now why she refused with Elliot to start a family; this marked her forever. I think I understand the chat that Daliah and Ralph had. She wanted to ruin his life by telling her sister that he was taking drugs, but since it was something she must already know, she couldn't intimidate him. Somehow, she wanted to return the same to him. But in the end she was too good. Or maybe it's that she didn't dare because of what he did to her. She felt weak with him. I find an entry that breaks my heart reading it. Daliah always hid from me the things that hurt her. It had always been like that. The worst thing was that in this entry there was a photo. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

2013 entry

It is four months old. That's what they told me. I don't want to have it, but at the same time, the mere idea of not having it scares me. Perhaps because I remember the fear I had as a child that I could die? That someone was going to take my life away? I've been talking about it with my parents and my psychologist, and I think I'll give it up for adoption. I don't want to have to see it every day, but I also don't have the courage to take the life out of it. We have hidden everything from MC. By my request. They wanted to tell her, but they couldn't. It's hard to hide something like this while living in the same house, but we can do it, I just must get away from her for a while, I'll find the excuse that I need my own space.

Fuck. I hate this.

Forgive me sister. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I let out a slack laugh reading her words, while a few tears welled up in my eyes. It's unbelievable that for all this time, my parents had hidden all of this from me. I remember those months. Daliah was not Daliah. It didn't seem strange to me, since I remember the psychologist explaining to us that she could sometimes have relapses due to what happened, but that she would eventually recover.

A montage. Everything so that I wouldn't worry. Why? Why were you hiding everything from me, Daliah? I could feel it, didn't your pain matter? All these years… I wipe away my tears and continue reading. I will leave this pending to discuss with my parents. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

2014 entry

Grace has told me that Jane has been spreading more and more rumors about me and that's why everyone was looking at me so strangely. She told me that this was the reason why all eyes were on me. "Those over there are looking at you. Has something happened?" “Look Daliah, those two are whispering looking at us.” “Do you know that boy? Because he stares at us."

Eyes… Eyes…

“Hey Daliah, why is everyone looking at MC like she did something heroic when you're the survivor? It's not fair, you deserve more recognition."

Eyes… Eyes…

It's not the gaze I like. Stop looking at her that way. Stop looking at me like that.

“Why don't you make a name for yourself in Rosenschwarz? Something they remember you with? Didn't you want your dream of being famous? And just like that, you make a fool of Jane.”

Eyes…

I want them to look at me as if I was the only Gardner… Grace is right, they must respect me. I will give them reasons to respect me. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

All these changes in her… Why didn't you ever tell me? There are so many things you kept to yourself, so many things you never told me. You were a good actress back then, I have no doubt about that. And why did you think I was special? I felt like someone normal, I never felt that I was someone to admire, I didn't feel that feeling that people admired me. I didn't even like it. I didn't feel special like you did, Daliah. Why didn't you let us talk about it?

I'd better keep reading, if I can, because I'm finding out things I don't like at all. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

2014 entry

After so long, I managed to convince my parents to go to Colville with my friends for my birthday. We had been preparing it for a long time! MC hasn't minded that I'm going to celebrate, so party night at Grace's house! We have bought everything for that day, even her mother doesn't care. It will be great! There will only be one more year left to be eighteen and Grace's father promised me to work for him and earn some money, he considers me another daughter.

The truth is that Mr. Serrano is quite nice to me, but his wife hates me for some reason. I haven't done anything, but every time I talk to her husband, she gives me dirty looks. What is she thinking? he has never touched me; he doesn't look at me in any weird way. The woman is crazy, but I don't dare tell Grace.

Sometimes it even seems strange to me that they really are her parents, I don't know, they don't look that much alike and when I asked why there aren't any photos of them when they were little around the house, Grace told me that they got lost in a move.

I prefer not to talk about Ralph. We don't even speak to each other anymore. And I guess it's better that way.

I haven't even told him what happened with the boy. I don't want to remember it again.

Shit.

I didn't even want to name it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Oh, Colville's famous birthday. I remember perfectly.

Well, not because I went, but because Daliah kept urging our parents to leave her after celebrating with us. I didn't know any of her friends, by then we had already drifted apart. I felt very cut off from everyone around her and when I wanted to talk to her, there was always someone around her. We only talked at home because in high school there was no time to be together, so I spent the hours alone. Carter dumped me. Daliah abandoned me. I was alone after that because everyone was talking about how awesome Daliah was and I admired her because she was strong. She'd had to play tough for everything she'd been through. I feel like the worst sister in the world.

So, the hatred of Irma Roth goes back to when she was a teenager. Knowing that woman's past, then I understand her being jealous, but she's crazy. Daliah was a teenager. Why would she accept an older man's flirtations if it was true that it was real?

Then she talks about the photos of Grace and Ralph. Yes, it's true that they don't look much like their parents and how I thought, the ages are really strange. Did Irma really have them when she was young?    "What if…" It's been a long time since I thought about theories in this way, I was never a very dedicated person to investigate, nor am I interested, but this event has made my brain work 100% more than in the case of Hannah.     It's obvious that it's personal.

Finally, we have the news that she had a boy. Inside I feel like wanting to meet that child. It's my sister's legacy. Not from Ralph. He has nothing to do with him, although he is her father, he didn’t want to help her. And although Daliah didn't want to know about that boy, I want to know him. But I'm sure their new parents won't leave me.

I take a short break to prepare another coffee. Then I get a call from Jane.    "Hello Jane." I greet, as I go to the kitchen.    "Hello MC" she greets animatedly ", how are my endgame couple doing?"    "Endgame?" I asked confused.    "Sorry, I have a past as a geek, don't tell anyone" I laugh and continue ". I have good news, I have managed to get information from those who did the interview, I have had to pay them a lot, but anyway."    "And what have they told you?"    "They have given me an address along with the phrase ‘There you will have the answer, but do not say that I have given you this information’, with a scared face that I have never seen."     I frown somewhat curiously.    "Mr. Serrano must have them well threatened."    "And so much" I hear several cars in the background ". The bus is coming, wish me luck in finding something good."    “By the way, Ralph has been released."    "Oh no, are you okay?"    "Pissed off."    "I'm so sorry" I hear how she sounds embarrassed ", how has it been for Jake?"     I go completely blank. I haven't told him. Not because I didn't want to, but because I was in such a hurry to see the documents that I wanted to eat quickly and go back to the computer. I squeeze my eyes shut, cursing under my breath.    "I haven't told him" I admit at the end ". I forgot about it because I had something important to do."    “Oh God, MC” I hear her exhale heavily “, knowing how worrisome this is, you should have."    “Well, it's not like he can do anything either” I admit as I start to walk out of the kitchen with my coffee “, he can't come to Rosenschwarz for Elliot, he wants to arrest him at all costs."    "And why is that?"     I make an awkward sound and Jane lets out an 'Oh' in surprise.    "In this case, I'm glad I'm not you."    "Wow, thanks."    "I'm not saying it in a bad way, I like love triangles, but in fiction, in real life that's dangerous."    "Don't tell me?" I ask sarcastically.     I know it's dangerous, especially since this triangle includes a police officer and a wanted criminal. I told myself from two years ago that she is going to live through all this and surely she doesn’t believe it.    "Jane, I have to do more research on my own, so I have to hang up." I set my mug down and sit down, flipping to the next file.    "Okay, I also have to investigate on my own." she laughs "And what's the name of the team? Do you have a name?"     Name? I start to think about it. I didn't think we had names. But only one occurs to me.    "Nymos" I reply, reading. There is nothing interesting in this file.    "Well, we're the Nymos team!" She exclaims happily "And what does Nymos mean?"     I remember then when Darkness asked me about the meaning. At the time, I was embarrassed to say what I was thinking, I thought it was wrong to say it because maybe if Jake saw it, he would get mad thinking that I was being too direct. And… I wasn't able to say it either.   "Two souls that are coincidentally but eternally connected." I reply, feeling my cheeks burn.    "Wow... that's beautiful..." she laughs again. What a shame "I'll call you later when I return to Rosenschwarz. Bye MC."    "Goodbye, Jane."     I fix my hair after hanging up and remove the next file that she had read. They are all so far stories of our family vacations. Other times it seems that she talks about other topics, like the last book she read, a movie or rehearsals at the theater. I let out a laugh when I read that she couldn't do a musical scene that they asked for as homework because they didn't let her sing. Sorry Daliah, I could have helped you like in ‘Singin' in the Rain’ if you had asked me, it would have been fun.

Jake is right, Daliah loved to write. There were even two or three files from the same day. I keep reading and read an interesting part. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

2015 entry

Mrs. Roth has come in like crazy and banged on the table, yelling at me why I was working with her husband as her secretary. I have seen Ralph leaning against the wall looking at the scene with a mischievous smile. He was enjoying how she yelled at me. He then left us alone. Armando left his office, trying to separate her from me. She kept insulting me and telling her husband that he should have put her children in the job.

Then he managed to talk to her in his office and I get a look from Mrs. Roth as if she was killing me with her stare. Armando was later apologizing for what his wife had caused, that I didn't give it importance. I told him that maybe she was right, that I shouldn't work for him, that he should choose one of his children, but he told me that he preferred me, but the way he said it didn't seem like it was with ulterior motives or it made me feel uncomfortable. I wonder why it?

2017 entry

Talking to Grace today she told me if she knew that Jane had a brother. It quite surprised me because no one has commented on it in Rosenschwarz. We talked a bit about Kelpie's killer and how her brother had been a victim of him. I felt horrible knowing that and thought maybe I should apologize for everything I've done. But Grace denied telling me a suggestion. ''Why don't you use this information for a future? I'm sure this would piss her off for you to know." I replied that I did not think it was a good idea, because it is a delicate subject. ''And why don't you do it?'' she replied ''Use your story so that they pay attention to you first, show them your acting talent and you already have the story of the survivor who managed to conquer the world.'' Obviously, I told her that I didn't like the idea very much, because it would mean reliving what happened if I told my story again. Everyone knew the story, so I didn't want to have to tell it. It made me tremble with fear.

So this is what she told me: ''Everyone knows the story because they've read it, not because you've told it. If you don't, you may never get what you want, and what's wrong with reminding yourself that you're a survivor? Nothing will happen to tell it, dare to do it.’’

Well... If it's to achieve my dream... Maybe... There's nothing wrong with remembering it...

Right? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Of course it does Daliah, didn't you remember all those nights you woke me up because you had a nightmare? The ones where you got into my bed and held my hand because you wouldn't stop shaking? Wasn't all that important? I put a hand to my head, completely denying it, why did you listen to it? You said you didn't want to tell it anymore when the trial was over, because it terrified you. Why did you have to use the pity trick when you already managed to be strong in difficult moments?

I guess you mustn't really have that confidence in yourself that I could see. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

2019 entry

I don't know how to feel. I'm excited and at the same time a little bad for what I've done. Today I have seen MC talking to Elliot, the most handsome boy in all Rosenschwarz. We were supposed to eat together today, but when I arrived at the store with Grace, who was with me because we had gone shopping before, and I saw them talking, TALKING! MC TALKING TO ELLIOT! I don't think I've ever seen her smile like that. I'm very happy! She looked so pretty laughing at Elliot's jokes, what would he have told her? As Grace was in a hurry, she asked me why I didn't bring closer to them to leave. I told her I didn't want to interrupt her, but Grace asked me if that boy wasn't the one I sometimes talked about and I said yes. She encouraged me to reach out to talk to him, at least so I can find out if he was a good guy for my sister. In the end I had to give in and reach out to find out AND OMG! Elliot is even more handsome close up! I couldn't stop talking, I got nervous. But I know that he didn't see me while she was there. In the end, MC left us alone and we talked a little more, especially I told him a few things about MC, that she was a good singer and that she wrote incredible songs. HA! She was thought that I didn't know, please. Doesn't she know that I also know her passwords? I love listening to the songs she has on her computer, hehe. And he seemed quite interested when I told him about it. Grace then approached us saying ''Hey Daliah, isn't this the guy you're telling me so much about? The one you like?’’ SHAME! I told her to shut up because I didn't want to talk about me, but she continued ''she's so in love with you and honestly, she's a great match. Look at her! She is gorgeous and you will never get bored with her. Also, we both know that MC would never go out with you, she's too shy and not interested in you, unfortunately, but here's Daliah! She willing to go on a date with you.’’ MY HEART ALMOST JUMPED OUT AT HEARING HER WORDS! SHE WAS PLAYING CUPID!? I blushed a lot and in the end, I told him that she was right, that I liked him a lot. Actually, I don't know why I played along with Grace if it was clear that Elliot liked MC, but…

HE SAID YES!

Why? Maybe he liked me better when we talked? Oh God! I hope so, because he's the only worthwhile guy in all of Rosenschwarz (don't ever be offended if I say this in front of you Carter, I consider you just a friend). MC didn't get mad when I told her, what's more, she was happy for me! Maybe I can finally have someone who will make me happy. I'm looking forward to our first date. Because I plan to have many with him. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I was so happy… So happy. But… Was Grace there? I don't remember her, at least because I left to continue working. Oh really? What wasn't interesting to me? How could she know? Did she talk to me? I was into Elliot back then, but when Daliah told me they were going out, it disappeared and I wished she was happy. Although…

I deny. I don't care anymore. I had already thought of that. And Jake is better than Elliot.

But let's get back to the main thing, Grace has always been behind Daliah in making important decisions. And I'm not saying they were good decisions. It is as if everything was concocted by her, the question is why her? Why Daliah? She could choose anyone, but it was Daliah who became her best friend. The… Survivor. And then there's Jane, the only sister of a murdered boy, being picked on by a survivor. Lastly there is me, the “hero” child of Rosenschwarz, being pushed away by the survivor… her own sister. And we all have something in common. Grace. She was pulling the strings, turning Daliah into a person everyone secretly hated, someone self-centered and cruel. Jane being tortured by the memory of her brother, having to listen at each audition to the story of how Daliah survived and not her brother. Me, that everyone started to move away from me because she made everyone look at her, leaving me alone. With no friends. And that's why it doesn't make any sense. What does Grace have to do with the three of them?

I see that I have finished my cup and I get up for another. This never ends. So, I decide to text Jake to see how he's doing. I'm worried that after seeing Mrs. Roth something might happen. What if that lady says something to the police? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

MC How are you, Jake? Are you alright?

------Nym-0s has connected-----

Nym-0s Should not I be concerned about you? :)

MC We haven't talked about Roth And the police will already have gone to the premises

Nym-0s I have taken care of that detail. You do not know who you are talking to yet?

MC Let me guess… You've already done your thing...

Nym-0s You say that like it is a bad thing.

MC And it is

Nym-0s Maybe, but this time it was not something I was putting myself in danger with. I have only botched the recordings where I am on the local and in Roth's office.

MC Will they realize it was you?

Nym-0s No, I have years of experience breaking cameras. And I come out covered, my identity is not seen.

MC Goodness! You had me worried 😔

Nym-0s But you know, I do everything possible not to get caught. How are you doing with the files?

MC I still have many things to read and see I'm making my third cup of coffee And I'm not a big fan of caffeine

Nym-0s Third cup? Be careful, it is not good after what has happened to you. You might get more nervous.

MC I'll be fine Or don't you know who you're talking to?

Nym-0s Are you imitating me?

MC I do it well?

Nym-0s I should be offended, but I am going to let it go as being you ;) But do not drink so much, love, you still do not know how it can affect you.

MC It will be the last cup, I promise.

Nym-0s Have you noticed any other sensation?

MC I've been so focused that I haven't noticed anything

Nym-0s Good, I am glad :)

MC And now… Again, to continue investigating 😩

Nym-0s If you need another break, let me know.

MC Yes, I'll let you know 😊 We will speak later

Nym-0s See you later, love.

-------Nym-0s has disconnected----- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I go back to the room and I stretch before sitting in the chair. I have to continue.

*Jake POV*

When MC texted me that the police were going to Roth's place, I got to work getting into her system to look for those recordings. They couldn't find me on the recordings. Roth knew perfectly well that there were cameras on the slow, so she tried to do everything possible to be seen in them.    "She had really planned it when she knew the name of MC" I muttered, locating it thanks to my cell phone connection , "but I always go prepared."     I went into the computer looking for the videos of the last hours, I have to make it look like there was a problem in the recordings at that time, so I had to modify all the videos from all the cameras at that time, not just the ones that were pointed at me. I had to look as believable as possible or they would suspect I was there. So, while MC had the job of viewing the files, I had the job of ensuring my safety. There are video cameras everywhere, even in the bathrooms. All well strategically placed. I should also look at who was the one who put the drug in MC's drink. First, I distorted the images of the videos all at the same time, synchronized. I look at the details of the time, so that I do not miss any number or delay it and this not only involves the videos recorded at that time but also the backup copies, which I have to access with a code. I get up to get an energy drink, this is going to be long.

I flick my eyes from one video to the next, checking the timing the moment it breaks. I cannot let a single second make me rat on. I compare playing the videos repeatedly, playing them at the same time. I have decided to make it look broken even a little longer so it will not be noticed that they were working at the time I left in case some employee tells the police that it is just the time the cameras were working when I left . Paranoid or cautious? Maybe I am a bit of both, but I cannot play with the luck that they can believe that it was someone who modified it. I knew about programming, but video editing? I had to learn it in the first year running away, I felt that in every place where there were cameras I needed to erase myself from the images despite being completely hidden from my face, but I had no confidence back then, I thought that I could be lost if only one eye could see in the videos. Over time I got used to not seeing anything of me, if you did not pay attention to the videos, I was a person that nobody would notice if you were not looking for something specific. And in large crowds like in cities it was difficult to find me thanks to the people around me. What I wasn't going to be able to change would be Roth's testimony, telling them I was there. I think she did not get to see me perfectly, since after the kiss, I tried to cover myself as best as possible, but they will be looking for the boy who went to see her because of what happened with MC. She will surely lie, just like Grace and Ralph will at the police station. At least they do not know where I am hiding, but I have to be careful not to go near the area for a while in case they wait for me to come back to take revenge for what happened with my girlfriend. Capable of making up a story so as not to appear suspicious.

I finish with my videos and start looking at the recordings from last night. MC dances but it is weird. Her movements are very awkward, almost as if she is not well. Later she does it with a man whom she ends up kissing. That attitude is not hers. She is not the MC I have ever met, the one who is shy. They did something to her that night to make her act that way. I already know her too well to realize that. I see Ralph talking to a waiter, pointing at the table. He leaves and I continue with the next camera, while in the other I keep an eye on the other man, but it does not seem like he is doing anything strange, he is still taking care of the glasses. Meanwhile, the cameras on the bar counter are perfectly placed so that it does not see what is going on while Ralph is talking to his mother. It is as if he shielded his body, preventing the cameras from capturing what is happening at that moment between the two of them. Ralph turns around with a glass in hand, heading back to the table. He never stops to pour something into the drink, he follows the path directly to the table. When he returns and the waiter looks at him, he walks away, leaving him alone. I also do not see him trying to throw something out when he is left alone. Which implies that everything is planned between him and his mother. I see how MC returns to the table and finishes drinking her glass, before taking a sip of the new one. Only one. Either it is a drug that is too powerful or the previous one also had something. I try to control myself by seeing the following. It clearly does not look like her, but the distance from the camera does not mean I can see it clearly to check her condition. The next thing causes me to clench my jaw tightly, seeing Ralph corner her and kiss her. I do not look away, but it gets worse when I see her actions. Now I understand why she was rubbing her legs so hard.    “Bastard.” I say through clenched teeth. I wish I could get him in front of me and punch him right in the face.     MC then runs out of the local. I cannot tell her I have seen this video, sure I would make her feel worse than she already is. But I am not going to let this pass as if it had not happened. After seeing it, I cannot ignore it.

A message takes me out of my thoughts. Lilly. It is been a long time since I spoke to her. It will be better to answer it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Lilly Jake? Are you there?

Nym-0s Yes, I am. Is something wrong, Lilly?

Lilly Is… Is Hannah

Nym-0s What happened? Is she alright?

Lilly You need to talk to her, Jake She needs to talk with you She wants to plead guilty Thomas and I tried to stop her But she doesn't listen to us Jake, please come see her at Duskwood Try to convince her

Nym-0s She know who I really am?

Lilly Not yet I don't dare tell her I think you should tell her, if I tell her, she will ask me a lot of questions

Nym-0s It is impossible for me right now. I must help MC with the case of her sister.

Lilly And when you finish? Can you come to Duskwood? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I read her message several times. Go to Duskwood when I am done? Well right now the FBI is in Evergreed, Duskwood should now be safe without them. Even so, my hands shake when I want to tell her that I will go. Meet up with them. Meet them in person. I get nervous just thinking about it. What if Hannah hates me for not telling her sooner that I am her brother? I do not dare to give an affirmative answer. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Nym-0s If there is no problem, I will come to Duskwood to see you.

Lilly Do you think MC would come too? We'd really like it

Nym-0s You will have to ask her about that, I cannot force her to go because I go. It would not be fine.

Lilly True You are very kind Jake I'm so glad to have you as a brother 😊

Nym-0s :) But I want to clarify that, although I talked to Hannah, it will still be her decision, I may not convince her.

Lilly Surely yes Like you said, it was an accident… She didn't mean to kill anyone She was very scared when it happened and she did not know what to do She…

Nym-0s I understand, Lilly, do not worry. I will be there as soon as the case is closed. I will notify you as soon as everything is resolved.

Lilly Thanks 🙂 And how is the case? I ask because it interests me, not because I want it to end as soon as possible so that you can come

Nym-0s MC already has Daliah's computer. She must be reading Daliah's files right now, everything she was hiding.

Lilly I hope she finds something 😔 And what are you doing right now?

Nym-0s Keeping an eye out, as usual :) One cannot lower one's guard in what happens around me.

Lilly Hmm, I understand... Well, I have rested enough, I must return to work We'll talk soon, big brother

Nym-0s Talk to you soon. :)

------Lilly has disconnected----- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I put my cell phone aside and keep my eyes on the surveillance cameras. The police have already arrived. I see that they ask one of the employees and they leave for the indicated place. They appear again through the halls, knocking on Roth's door. I see that the woman moves her mouth, I suppose that she is inviting them to enter. They greet each other and she pulls up her chair, leaving them on the sofa. I do not know exactly what they are talking about, but after a couple of questions I guess, where she sometimes nods or shakes her head, she unexpectedly starts crying. Or she surely pretends to. I see how she moves her hand, as if she is describing something. From her gestures, I imagine that she describes me. As I thought, unavoidable. But her gestures are very abrupt when she comments that I grabbed her wrist, pretending she was stretching. Surely, they will believe it, I am a suspect after all. She makes another unexpected gesture, bringing her hand to her lips and covering her face, moving her shoulders as if she were crying. I can imagine what she has told them, that I surely forced her. I put a hand to my head, nervous.    “Government wanted hacker and now abuser.” I commented to myself, watching Roth's flawless performance.     I let out a long breath, looking up at the ceiling as I cross my arms, angry at myself. I know it was a mistake to go see her, but my rage for her son and my suspicions about her, that by wanting to do something good for MC, I put myself at risk. Well, I do not mind putting myself at risk as long as it is to protect her. It is the second time I have done it and if I must do it a third time, I would.

A notification pops up and I smile, noticing how my anger little by little is moving away from my body. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

MC How are you, Jake? Are you alright? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A laugh escapes me reading her words. Should not it be the other way around? She does not have to worry about me when she is the most important. The reason why I feel better about myself, having given myself a new purpose in this life. I decide to rest a little by talking to MC, explaining what I have done, but omitting that I have seen the video from last night. I am sure she does not wish I saw it, that I had seen what she did. I am surprised she says to go for her third cup of coffee, so I warn her to be careful. After listening to her sleep, I do not know if it is a good idea, maybe with the drug still in her body, the caffeine will make her react, I do not know, I have not taken drugs, how do I know she is going to be okay? But she relieves me that she did not notice because she was focused.    “Stop worrying me so much.” I say with a smile, looking at her profile picture. I am sure she think she does not look beautiful in her, but to me, she is like a treasure.     I am sure that if I tell her, she will be nervous. When we meet again, I will. When this is all over, I will see her again, even if it is before I leave. I will not be calm until I can comfort her and say ''We got it'' to her face, until I can hold her and make her have a good time, forgetting about tonight, just by being there and protecting her. At the end she says goodbye and, in part, I feel that loneliness again. But I know that she is doing something important. I only hope that when she needs to talk about everything she has discovered, she will tell me. I want to support her if something that she has read about her has not pleased or if something has hurt her, I want to be able to calm her down in those bad moments that she must be going through, discovering a sister that she did not know.

I check the camera in Roth's office, and she hands the police a piece of paper and they walk out of the office. When Roth is left alone, she starts laughing.    "Laugh as hard as you can, you are not going to get away with this accusation, Irma Roth" I say, looking at the screen, clenching my fists ". I know that you are guilty and we are going to prove it."

Chapter 31

[lifenconcepts]

Here’s some notes I quickly made on my flipphone and what I actually meant by them, enjoy!:

Moon - I ACTUALLY SAW THE SECONDARY MOON THAT IS CURRENTLY PASSING US! The temporary mini-moon. I used to look from my garden for the past few nights but I just went for a walk and looking into the sky in the horizon (usually heavily covered by houses) I saw a silly circle! Knew it was in the sky as lamps make lines when I squint at them, plus, it was soo strangely circular!? It was so cute but at first I thought our moon shrunk and changed places! I do rarely see it, so that would make sense, like hermitcraft’s ‘is the moon big?’ Except it’s small.

“Look up more” as I have a habit of staring at my feet when I walk, and despite enjoying the way my boots step forward - after all, I just walk automatically at times and it’s fascinating to see my own body move without my order, same as breathing. Haha you’re breathing manually now! But yeah, I zone out and fail to get all the mental benefits of the walk, so gotta look up even if there isn’t much happening around, still better than asphalt.

“The divine too watch, the stars, and scratch their ass” self explanatory. People whom are close to divine, translate the divine, are basically the divine, or apart of the divine, are just as close to the stars as the sky they exist in - and, too, like the stars, watch. Also scratch their ass, because even divine beings aren’t strangers to basic experience such as scratching their butt.

astrnomy - possibly look into constellations and the study of the stars, as I’m pulled towards them but really know nothing much apart from the name of three and where they usually appear. Also, FUCK Sirius. Okay fine I apologies, I have come to better terms with the star and forgive it.

High is life - is getting high just the closest normies can get to my level of spiritual connection? After all, people to talk similarly to how I normally do. Whole new meaning to “high on life” I suppose.

Like a dog I need walks or bad stuff haspens- Like how I studied online dog behaviour and how dogs become restless, depressed, sick, and hurt if they’re not taken for regular walks, so am I - pacing the home like trapped German shepherd, whine-y like a chihuahua, apathetic like a soggy rag, and aggressive like a misunderstood cat.

RAH - I can make scarily accurate monster noises that honestly even scare me. 

Smell outeooss more, richment - I keep forgetting to activate my 2nd sense of smell when on walks, which is honestly sad, because there are dozens of incredible smells outdoors and that gives me alot of mental enrichment! From the smell of autumn, cars, leaves, mud, tea, or curry from someone’s window - all of these things make walls just that bit more pleasant.

Sileot night - walks in the darkness/late afternoon/early night are so much more peaceful and calmer than the day that I don’t even need to constantly be wearing headphones! Take some time to enjoy the silence, and then get back to walking confidently so passers by know not to mess with me bahahaha (ALSO fun thing I noticed is that alot of people my age 15-20 especially guys do the same hands in pocket and look docile yet also silent ‘don’t mess with me’ vibes as me oh my goshhhh I am like the other gals xD).

You car may be unheard but my screams are - electric cars are dangerous.

At times the real is cool but music makes the cold shine - Reality in life is sometimes worth it even without blasting constant music through my headphones, but still, songs have the power of making my energy thrive and even the cold seem warm or make me forget about minute discomforts.

My organism is average so don’t experiment on it, not my soul goal - Despite being interested, don’t risk my health for trying to see the limitations of a human body, I’m pretty much average and need a good and constant supply of food, water, physics excertion, sleep, and emotion - not to limit or overuse it. For some, it may be their soul’s goal and path to try it out, but it just isn’t mine, and that’s okay. I’ll leave it for others to try out.

Those who have not yet formed ca livesnt risk their - those who haven’t formed can’t risk their lives.. idk if I was referring to people before birth or before spiritual awakening or before maturity (15-18), I think it’s the last one and in the sense of not making rash decisions early on in life. As even I felt that I was all knowing when infact I didn’t know much, still am forming, we constantly are, but about 25ish I’d say it’s the peak.

Show tunbler my notes here and what they mean - send this fun note translation to tumblr in hopes of getting a laugh or compliment from someone.

[bellrosejewel]

Boruto 73: Not a rant (yet?)

So... I have waited a couple of episodes after letting my frustration with all this ship baiting take over me.

However, today I just have some thoughts about the current Arc...

I am going to be honest an say this before I start, I am loving this Arc a lot. And yes, I ship Borumitsu with all my heart so I am not the most unbiased person around.

Anyway, I have some predictions about where this Arc will go... 

Last week I was sure that this Arc will focus on Mitsuki discovering what or who was his real Sun. I though that this could have two possible endings: a) He realises that his Sun are his friends/the village/a dream. b) He reaffirms that his Sun is solely Boruto.

However, what’s been happening it’s something I couldn’t have predicted. This is Boruto’s Arc as much as it is Mitsuki’s. I am sure by now that they are forcing Boruto to appreciate Mitsuki and that they both will end up having a more mutual and wholesome relationship at the end of this. And this is great! I can see that SP has finally realised that Mitsuki is a fan-favorite but also that they can not keep him having a one-sided infatuation with Boruto. I have high hopes for this Arc improving their mutual trust and... since their abilities complement each other so well, they could fight as a duo in the future. They both will become the most powerful support for Sarada and her dream. I kinda want to see a protagonist that doesn’t have to fight alone, whilst it could be good if Sarada is the independent member of their team.

So by now I am sure that Mitsuki will reaffirm that Boruto is his Sun and most importantly, Boruto will finally acknowledge Mitsuki as he deserves. And as a shipper, I would love if their Sun and Moon bond becomes the most important to each other. So I still have that little tiny thought bugging on my mind... that they will pull some BS and make Mitsuki marry a girl with whom he had some comedic shippy moment in a fillery episode... If it comes to that, it really will be better if they just stopped their damn baiting and started fleshing out the ships they are planning on making cannon!

Anyway, a little of a SIDE NOTE: About Orochimaru and the ‘bomb’ he planted in Mitsuki. So, I am sure it is either a lie or it is not as horrific and some people may think. Actually, I think  that he mentioned that in front of Boruto on purpose. 

Am I looking too much into it? Because I think that it will play out lately and make Boruto get really worried about Mitsuki once this Arc starts to peak up. Leading to them developing this mutual appreciation by the end, it may be part of Orochi’s plan. But at the end, It will be revealed that said curse mark will just explode under Mitsuki’s will or that it got deactivated once Mitsuki found his Sun.

Yes, it still sound cruel but you should realise that Orochimaru wasn’t trying to create a cute little baby but a perfect ninja. And we know that ninjas that get caught by enemies usually immolate themselves to protect their information. So Orochimaru just created the perfect shinobi’s body that doesn’t carry poison pills of explosives for this purpose. I am sure that he will let Mitsuki decide whether he has to use it some day, that’s the point of letting him gain autonomy. I am also expecting Boruto to say that Mitsuki isn’t replaceable with all the other clones since his decisions and experiences are what make him unique.  

[kurenai-shinigami]

Joe nsfw general hc

Joe (sk8) x reader

Word count: 586

Warnings: nsfw

Notes: I wrote this almost an year ago but I never found the courage to post it, but I would like to try to post more of my writings so here I am ^^ also first time writing headcanons so I hope I did acceptable XD Feedbacks and shares are always welcome :3

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-  Turns on quite easily and often, but he sometime would try to hide it if you two are out, it really depends on where and with who you two are. When at the S he tries to keep it under control and hide it, he has so many fangirls there and acting horny and making out with you under everyone’s eyes is not something he would like. If you’re alone with him or with the usual group of friends he would definitely be right next to your side and holding your hip in his hand he would lean a bit on you to whisper in your ear how much he’s hungry for you.

-  He loves both giving and receiving oral. Lick him right on the bottom of his tip (idk how to say it, where it begins I mean) or gently run your fingers or tongue along the vein on the bottom of his length and he will moan so loud out of pleasure.

FEM: He loves to play with his tongue on your clit looking at you in the eyes to see the slight blush on your cheeks and your expression full of pleasure. He literally eat you out sending pleasure shivers all over your body. He loves to overstimulate you so be ready for coming nonstop. When you’re done he’s gonna lick his fingers in front of you, locking his eyes in yours letting you see what a good boy he is. He would then kiss you with his mouth still wet of your fluids.

MALE: His gonna play with his tongue and hands on your cock quite a lot until you end up begging him to take it in, he then locks his eyes in yours and a little proud grin appears on his lips before he takes your full length in his mouth, still looking at you in the eyes as you are overwhelmed by the pleasure sending shivers all over your body. He’s totally gonna let you come in his mouth and eat it all before hurrying to kiss you, letting you having a taste of your own fluids.

-  Key: lock your eyes with his and enjoy each other expression full of pleasure and continuously asking for more. He loves every position that allows him to look at your face, but his ok also with taking you from behind from time to time.

-  His dick is thick (not too much tho) and a little over the average length so it will hit your sweet spots without difficulty at all. He loves to see his cock completely disappear inside you. Don’t worry, it’s not too big so you’ll definitely be able to take it all inside, moaning out of pleasure feeling so full when it reaches your deeper sweet spot.

-  His pace is deep and sometimes hard, but not rough (he can do that if you ask him to but he doesn’t want to hurt you). He doesn’t exaggerate in speed, he prefers a deeper and calmer pace, than a quicker but not that deep one.

-  He’s into dirty talking at the beginning, but would stop at some point, too much into the pleasure of the moment to be able to speak much.

-  He’s a sweetheart so expect a lot of cuddles and hair stroking in the aftercare, if you caress and follow the lines that his muscles draw on his chest with your hands/fingers he’s gonna melt in your arms and love you forever.

[chibiwritesstuff]

Could you do a headcanon for how the dorm leaders and their S/O would react if their kid(s) from the future magically appeared on campus?

I might have gone overboard with this... but at the same time, I feel like I rushed this. I’m so occupied by work that I have to slowly work on this from midnight to six am before heading to bed then go to work around 10 am for two weeks now... I hope it turned out the way you like it. Yes, the ones with unique magic is inspired with FGO’s Noble Phantasms... I’m still stuck in that hellhole of a gacha game. I think you can tell who my faves are by the length I’ve written for them XD

Now, let’s enter this twisted wonderland~

“Queen’s Rose Maze!” All five of the Heartslabyul main guys heard. “Traverse in the twisting maze of the Queen of Roses!”

All of them rushed towards the location of the voice only to see a tiny Riddle with (h/c) hair instead.

“What did I do?!” Heartslabyul A-kun whimpered as he seemed to be stuck in a rose maze.

“As stated by the Queen of Hearts’ Rule #186: Never eat hamburg steak on Tuesdays. You just broke a rule and you must be punished.” The kid scolded. “To think this is what my esteemed father deals with everyday…”

“By father, I assume that would be me?”

Surprisingly, Riddle seems to take this information in stride. The kid will turn around and his suspicions were confirmed.

The kid will run and hug him asking if he’s doing a good job. He introduces himself and everything Riddle asked, (s/n) answered perfectly.

Well, until you showed up that is.

“Mother!” He’ll call out in joy as he bounced towards you.

And there goes Riddle’s composure.

Oh great seven, you two have children?! Is his first thought followed by, We will get married, have children, and be together forever!

While initial surprise caught you off guard, you slowly accepted the fact that you and Riddle are now interacting with your future child.

When he can finally go back to his time his final words made both of you blush.

“Farewell, mother and father!” He’ll wave happily as he disappears. “I have to watch over the twins you two just have after all!”

Wanna try betting who’s redder? (It’s Riddle)

Someone – more like two – that is not him or you is on his bed.

Who dares occupy my bed?!

The little girl stirred from her sleep and upon making eye contact with you two she’ll screech in joy.

“(s/n)! Wake up! Mom and Dad are here!”

Both of you flinched both from the high pitch voice and the statement she just made.

The young boy will wake up as well and greets you two in a much calmer way.

They’ll tell you that someone’s unique magic transported a bunch of kids to the past and now they’re here.

Slowly but surely, you both can tell that (d/n) is a daddy’s girl and (s/n) is a mommy’s boy.

You all decided to take a siesta together, with the children in between.

When you both stirred in your sleep, the kids are gone. There’s a note stuck on Leona’s chest saying that they have to return to their time and they enjoy the siesta as always.

“Can’t wait to have you two soon.” Leona will mutter as he pulled you to him before going back to sleep.

A girl is crying in the lounge and it's disturbing the customers causing a bunch of complaints, forcing the twins to abandon current tasks to find the girl.

As soon as the girl spotted the twins, she grabs on them. “Uncle Jade, where’s daddy?”

Oh, Jade and Floyd are gonna have a field day with this. They kept questioning the poor girl about everything about her time to the point of scaring her.

“Aw, what a cute girl.” You’ll end up cooing.

“Mommy!” Tears are forming in her eyes as she hugs your legs tightly. “Mommy, I’m scared.”

“(y/n), I wasn’t aware you have a child…” You hear Azul trail off at the news.

He’s crestfallen on the fact that you have a child already. He will start doubting himself, thinking, of course, your relationship wouldn’t last, he’s not good enough, that he didn’t realize the kid is running towards him.

“Daddy! Uncle Jade and Uncle Floyd are scaring me again!”

“D-Daddy?!” He’s so taken aback he fell on his bum.

Jade and Floyd are laughing at his reaction while you just stared back and forth towards the child and Azul.

Ironically this is the time one of Azul’s customers decided to eat and run. Just as he asked the twins to deal with it the kid waved her magical pen.

“Everlasting Summer Spree!” And the guy is now over buying almost everything in the lounge. “Splurge in the joys of summer and shop to the fullest!”

Azul is so proud and started babying her with the very money she earned from one customer alone.

When it's time for her to leave he’s crying… which made her cry as well.

Looks like I’m going to be stuck with crybabies… is the only thing you thought of as you smile.

“Papa!” Echoed in the middle of the party that Kalim assembled.

When a young boy tackled him, Jamil was ready to grab the said kid until he noticed their features, and boy did he paled up upon the sudden realization.

“Oya, do I remind you of your papa?” Kalim smiled and hugged the kid. “That’s flattering, kiddo!”

“Uh, Kalim you might want to take a real good look on that kid,” Jamil said as he readied to call you on his phone.

When you arrived at the Scarabia dorm, you see Kalim pampering a young boy that has your eyes and complexion. A table full of food, toys, and jewelry scattered around to make the kid happy.

“Mama!” The boy called out to you while your brain is trying to process everything.

“Isn't (s/n) so cute! He’s really smart too!” Your lover kept on praising the kid as he played with Jamil, who looks like he wants to disappear.

Your mom mode instincts kicked in and scolded the two for overdoing things.

They kept saying sorry as Jamil finally got out of the predicament.

When the kid can finally return to their original timeline, he’ll give one last hug to the entire Scarabia dorm’s students before leaving.

“I’m so excited!” Kalim will tell you with a blinding smile. “Arent you excited as well?”

Vil was looking for Rook when he saw the said man playing with a little blonde girl. The archer noticed his presence so he beckoned the girl to come with him.

“Roi de Poison looks like your beauty runs in the family.”

The little girl did a curtsy as she greeted him. “Greetings, father. I’m (d/n), your daughter from the future.”

He’s amused, seeing as the girl acts gracefully by greeting alone. After doing his usual 5-second head to toe judgment, he nods and beckons her to follow to Pomefiore for a spa day.

No surprise but as they walk the premises of the campus, lots of stares and gossip started spreading.

Before either Vil or Rook can do anything, she once again spoke. “Father, may I ask for permission to use my unique magic?”

This piqued his interest, “Very well, show me what you got.”

“Smile of the Princess~” With an elegant smile flashed to everyone, “Hark, for the fairest’s daughter has graced you her smile~”

You just happened to walk by when you saw the commotion. Color yourself surprised when you saw a girl with Vil’s beauty and grace but with your eyes and preference of hairstyle cast her magic.

You might not have magic but you are quite good at noticing the quirks of everyone’s unique magic. A smile crept on your lips as you realized what her magic really does and who she might be.

They all got enamored with her and waited for her command. “Do get lost and focus on your duties, you pitiful potatoes.”

“As you wish, princess.” Everybody affected by her magic responded and went on their merry way.

“Oh my, so your magic is similar to Monsieur Multi.” Rook happily commented after the display.

“That’s incorrect.” (y/n) responded, already figuring out the true nature of her magic. “Smile of the Princess merely makes her target pay their fullest attention to her. It's her charisma that made them follow her orders.”

“So you noticed as well,” Vil confirmed which you happily nodded.

“Greetings, mother.” She curtsied and introduced herself once more. “We’re currently heading to father’s dormitory to treat our skin. Would you like to join us?”

Ah, so your hunch was right…

“She is going whether she likes it or not,” Vil answered for you as he smirked at your flushed face. “We do need a family bonding after all, don’t we, my dear sweet potato?”

“Yeah… what he said.” You sweatdropped as you unwillingly got dragged to their spa day. “Are we seriously ignoring the fact that she just said we’re her parents?”

“Are you opposed to having children with me?” He raised an eyebrow before facing your kid. “How many siblings do you have?”

“My older brother remains in my timeline with his acting job, father.”

You all end up doing the said spa day and enjoyed getting to know your daughter. You can't help but sigh in relief when she told you that she choose following Vil’s lifestyle of her own will rather than being forced to.

When she has to leave, rather than curtsying, she went and hug both of you instead.

“I know father’s at work and barely spend time with you but please don’t leave him…” She looks away with a sad smile. “He doesn’t mean to make you lonely.”

Against Vil’s protests, you grabbed his hand and raised it with a huge smile. “I promise I won’t let him go until he tells me to.”

Cue to Vil blushing, Rook laughing, and (d/n) smiling as she waves goodbye.

“You better keep that promise, you stupid sweet potato…” Vil mutters under his breath with a small smile.

The one rare time he leaves his room is when he visits you or he’s out to get his pre-orders. Today’s reason is visiting you.

He hears giggling from his brother and what sounds to be another child. He’s so curious if Ortho made a new friend that he didn’t even process the fact that there’s another person in your dorm.

“Big brother! Your son is here!” Ortho happily announced as he pointed at the giggling boy on your lap.

“AAAHHHH!!!!” Idia.exe has crashed. Please restart your system to continue.

“Ahaha, dad is still so jumpy as always.” (s/n) stood up and walked towards him. “Hi, dad! I’m (s/n), your son from the future.”

He’s the main suspect from all these time-traveling shenanigans. Creating a time machine wanting to meet you two which led to all the children wanting to go as well.

He explains the mechanics of the time machine along with its timer-based setting to return them to their timeline with no fail.

Idia is now just so invested in how this creation works that he sat down on the couch with his holographic computer typing notes and giving his ideas to the kid.

You’re just happy that Idia is finally interacting with someone else even if it's his son.

Truth be told when he randomly showed up in your dorm, (s/n) geeked out so much on how he unlocked the secret episode on his life story. He immediately bombarding you with questions about your current relationship with Idia.

It was overwhelming… thank god for Ortho’s random visits that you managed to calm the kid down.

In the end you four played video games – constantly yelling hacks when someone else wins – and had a great time.

When the timer started beeping, he gave you three a hug. “I love you guys! Please don’t forget the parent-teacher meeting tomorrow, Dad.”

“I believe that something you should say to future us…” You sweatdropped as Idia held back a nervous laugh.

“I-I’ll try.”

Le gasp from all three of you.

When (s/n) disappeared, Ortho starts chattering on how he can’t wait to be an uncle. Leaving so he can make lots of detailed plans for the future hangouts he’ll have with your son.

“(y/n),” He caught your attention as his face and hair slowly turns to fiery red. “I may be the biggest introvert in the world but I promise I’ll do anything that I can to make you happy.”

“Huh, I guess this is how Hades wooed Persephone to marry him…” You smirked as he covered his face to muffle his screaming. “Should we start planning for our wedding now?”

You two were having a peaceful picnic by the school grounds when a young boy appeared on top of the tree. He lost his balance though and leave it to Malleus’ fast reflexes to catch the boy with no sweat.

“Thank you, father.” The boy with a striking resemblance of your lover spoke as he regained his footing. “This isn’t how I planned to meet you two…”

“Father?” You two both asked.

“Okay, I’m aware that you are god knows how old but I wasn’t aware you have a child?” You can't help but look back and forth between the two boys.

“Neither do I.” He calmly answers, confusion evident on his face. “I haven’t bed anyone in my whole life.”

“My apologies! I’m (s/n) Draconia, your fifth son from the future.”

Cue to you doing a spit-take. “Fifth?!”

Malleus is just beaming in joy from this news, he does love a big family. Oh, he can't wait for the future to come, get married to you and have children… five children!

“There’s eight of us, actually…” He whispered but you both heard it anyways.

Spit-take part two with a bonus of your face being redder than any tomato in existence and Malleus just vibrating in happiness. “EIGHT?!”

He goes on and telling their names and current accomplishments, all to how the youngest sister is about to be born in a few months.

“So, I guess that actually makes it nine.” (s/n) corrects himself one last time.

You passed out while mumbling “Nine… nine kids…”

As much as Malleus wants to keep talking, he chose to care for you first, chuckling at how you passed out from said information.

He brings you and his kid to his room to make sure you have a better mattress to lay on. The two Draconia’s will keep talking about how the future of the family works.

Oh, imagine the horror on his face when tend to always be at doors death every delivery time. Now he knows that it's quite common for humans to die when giving birth.  He second-guesses the idea of having so many children if your life is at stake.

(s/n) have to remind him that they all live, so everything's fine.

After that reassurance, you stirred awake and saw the kid once more. He now wants to snuggle with you on the bed, which Malleus followed suit.

“Mother, please sing me that lullaby again.” He yawns as the older fae encases you two in a hug. “We all love your song…”

You can’t help but smile seeing how adorable your son is being that you hummed the first lullaby your mother has sung to you in your younger days.

You two noticed he’s fading, assuming that he is going back to his timeline once again.

You both placed a kiss on his forehead, saying “We love you, (s/n).”

Malleus chuckles and pulls you close as he peppers your head with kisses. He’s so excited for the future that he’ll share with you and you can't help but feel the same way.

“So… who’s going back to clean up the mess we left at the school grounds?”

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Am I allowed to place in a request for Mr svelte tracker boi Demetri? I need my greek boi fix. 😅😂 My stimming (due to my slight autism and anxiety) has been kinda bad lately and I was wondering if you could do some headcanons on how he would be with a reader who has that going on? (For example, some of my stimming signs are restless, uncontrollable finger twitches sometimes, and sudden limb movements and facial twitches I can't control 😅) Thanks! Also, sorry if this is too touchy a subject!🙈

You most certainly are allowed and I cannot express how hard I fangirled when I realised it was you in my ask box. I played it very cool but just know I was dying inside from the moment I saw your username come up XD 

TW: Mentions of anxiety and sensory overload. If that’s a little personal to you please be cautious about reading this one!

I’m incapable of writing short things it seems so it’s another long one.

Self-stimulating behaviour, known more commonly as stimming, usually involves repetitive movements and/or sounds. Though it is most often associated with autism (I know when I first saw the word stimming that was where my mind immediately went to) everybody stims in some way, shape or form to relieve stress, tension, anxiety, boredom etc. Some ways are less noticeable than others such as nail biting or finger tapping, while others can be more obvious and disruptive to your social/daily life like licking certain objects or scratching at skin.

I learned all this from doing a bit of reading before taking on this request and if you want to know more then the link to the article I read is right -----> HERE <------ ! It’s informed my ideas for this headcanon request and though I’m open to discussions about the topic to help educate myself and anyone else who wishes to learn more, what I will not tolerate is any sort of hate or discrimination based on the links to developmental disorders and mental illness that stimming has. This blog has and always will be a safe space for anyone and everyone and a little respect for one another will help keep it that way. Be kind folks!

So without further ado, how would Demetri react to you stimming I wonder?

Part 1: Headcanons below the Keep Reading Line Part 2: Teeth (fic) Part 3: Control (fic) 

·         He honestly wouldn’t really notice for a while because, well, humans aren’t exactly designed to be as flawless as vampires

·         Impromptu nosebleeds, migraines, sneezes…they’re just glitches in a faulty system so why is the way your leg just bounced up off of the floor while your sitting any different to those other equally as involuntary things

·         He’s struggling right now to, after all he just met his very human mate and it’s quite overwhelming for him to have to adapt to all these new feelings and situations he finds himself in, but he deals because he can

·         Some days, you just…can’t

·         Getting attacked by a man with some bizarre fascination with your neck is bad enough but being whisked away by strangers is somehow even worse. At least in the first scenario once it’s over it’s over, now you’re just living an anxious person’s nightmare in a new place full of new people

·         Volterra was beautiful, but it wasn’t home. No cosy apartment, no neighbours cat to feed, no monotonous shifts at work…

·         Actually, most of the time you’re left utterly alone to navigate an unfamiliar castle, and the times you aren’t alone is when there’s a man claiming to be your eternal lover in front of you

·         Try to convince me this man doesn’t rip the band aid off and profess his love for you with dramatic flair just TRY

·         Your days are filled with endless boredom where you’re doing nothing at all until someone checks on you, and then fight or flight kicks in because oh HELLO Mr Vampire guard are you here to give me lunch or kill me?

 ·         Demetri had thought that perhaps you were okay with that, since you hadn’t really outwardly reacted beyond the way your cheek twitched up into a smirk once or twice as he spoke. Hell, you’d even winked at him…right?

·         You did that a lot so he really genuinely thought that maybe you were just trying to flirt with him, build a relationship with him. Your constant little winks and the way your fingers twitched when he was nearby, like you so desperately wanted to reach out to him…

·         It took a few weeks before he realised how wrong he was

·         You’d reached for a sip of water and your arm had just whipped outward from your body

          + You’d absolutely drenched him with your entire glass of water and could only stare in abject horror wondering what the supposed vampire would do next, since you’d interrupted him rather smugly detailing his plans for your first date

·         Silence

·         There was just silence

·         It only made your anxiety worse and the muscles in your face just spasmed without your permission and - god did you just smirk at him again, oh no        

         + “I’m glad one of us finds this amusing. If you did not like the idea there were other ways to tell me so.”

 ·         You almost want to cry from sheer embarrassment at this point because the date really had sounded like it could be fun and now you’d just straight up thrown water in his face like he’d insulted you in the worst way imaginable

·         So you come clean and tell him about your stimming

·         He’s really worried at first because autism? Anxiety he’s heard of but autism sounds very dangerous, are you dying? You’re probably dying. He’s going to lose his mate –

·         Another involuntary finger twitch from you forces him to calm down because your anxious enough without his worrying on top, so he kind of brushes it off and makes no big deal out of it

·         Squeezes your hand and kisses your forehead to try and reassure you all is forgiven, even if he does have to go change a very expensive looking designer shirt and god you’re so sorry

·         Of course, that kind of makes it worse for you because anxiety brain is activated and your 99.9999% sure he’s actually furious with you still and has only pretended to forget it while he’s plotting his revenge

·         You see him late at night when you struggle to fall and stay asleep, reading in the low lamplight at his desk across the room, his laptop propped open and a notebook before him but you’re too scared still to ask what it is he’s reading so intently (probably good suggestions on places to bury your body welp)

·         It’s a complete surprise to you therefore when he does take you out on that date he promised you not two weeks later

 ·         He’s chosen a nice overcast day so he’s in the least conspicuous clothing he owns

            + Demetri’s least conspicuous clothes still consist of the most chic and expensive brands you know of and he sticks out like a sore thumb amongst the quaint little market stalls he’s brought you to see

·         Despite the gloomy weather the people of Volterra are out in full force though, swarming the market stalls and chattering and laughing as flashes of gold and silver from jewelry hit your eyes, bright coloured fabrics following

·         It’s all just too much

·         There’s people everywhere and so much noise, so many colours and lights and people brushing past you…

·         Your fingers clench tight around his, his hand immersed in a glove to keep his freezing skin from chilling you too much

·         He squeezes back lightly, eyes shifting to glance down at you with the kindest smile on his lips

         + “Keep squeezing my hand whilst we find somewhere quieter to stand.”

·         Your fingers seemed to take turns pressing into his rock solid skin, an odd sort of comfort coming from the fact you know you can press down hard and he won’t so much as register the sensation, and Demetri squeezes back, just firm enough he knows you can feel the pressure of his palm on yours

·         He takes you to a quiet little side road where the noise is much more faded and there is so much free space around you you feel like you can finally breathe again

·         He still hasn’t stopped squeezing your hand, taking turns with you as you take some steady breaths and try to focus your senses a bit, one thing you can feel, two things you can see, three you can smell...

 ·         “I hope you can forgive me, I did not expect the market to be so busy today with the weather like this.”

·         His apology takes you completely by surprise because how would he even know you struggled with crowds? You barely know each other?

·         Seeing your surprise Demetri rather sheepishly admits as to what exactly he’s been reading all those nights you’ve seen him at his desk, and you’re a little overwhelmed to realise he’s been reading about you

·         Medical journals, mummyblogs, charity websites and more, if it had any information about autism and stimming he’s browsed through it and taken copious amounts of notes, observing you religiously to see what might be relevant to you and how he can help ·         +  “I read somewhere you self-stimulate to calm yourself when you are anxious or your senses feel overwhelmed, is that what happened?”                                    “Well, yes, actually, I…I…”

            “And did it help? Taking you away from the source of stress and letting you squeeze my hand like that?”

·         It had actually, you felt much calmer and Demetri’s obvious acceptance and willingness to help you manage your stimming and anxiety today were one of the first little moments you fell in love with him, looking back on it 

·         He didn’t stop there either. Together you sat down and made a list of all the things that you found most often triggered your stimming, and all of the things that brought you joy so he could figure out things to avoid and things you might like for your future dates

·         Within hours of arriving home you’d gotten a whole new daily routine set up so you weren’t left to languish and wonder what was going to happen next

·         Three days later an express shipment of your favourite smelling scented candles arrived alongside a Bluetooth speaker, supplies Demetri insisted were necessary for nice calming baths on the days your anxiety was playing up

·         He started doing mindfulness practices with you in the evenings

·         He never touched the volume controls for his laptop, speaker or TV, leaving it to you to control the volume so you could set it to a level you were comfortable with, and he religiously policed the noise on his floor to           + “Where are you going? The movie just started…”                                                    “To tell Felix to turn his music down.”               “You’re vampiring again Metri, I can’t even hear that.”

·         When he signed you up for Yoga and meditation classes at a centre in town you drew the line and told him he was going overboard, but bless him he had tried

·         Overall he’s a solid 15/10 for effort, even if some ideas are still experimental - you’re enjoying the deep pressure massages a lot though – and he sometimes goes a bit mother-hen trying to get you out of situations he thinks you’ll struggle with, when actually you’re coping just fine today

·         You love him dearly for it

[nekokoaa]

Soft (Part 2 to Stare) - Bakugo x Reader

Soft

Character: Bakugo Katsuki

Word Count: 8K

This took me a while to write and I don’t know why lol this was for celebrating reaching 1700 followers but now we’re at 2500 FOLLOWERS (!!!), so I present to you guys part two to Stare. Stare is one of my proudest works and also is my most popular. I’m not expecting Soft to live up to the same popularity as Stare but I had a lot of fun writing this and that’s all that matters! XD

For Soft, this is Bakugo’s first date, first crush and I really wanted to show the inner turmoil within him. It’s not as simple for him to accept that he has a crush (he can’t even fully believe that you like him lol), he finds it distracting and unnecessary, but he can’t help how he feels. It’s going to feel like he’s going back and forth. One minute he likes you, the next he’s distant and it’s all necessary for him to grow. This is just a little incite of what I was thinking as I was writing this.

Thank you guys so much for this! I love all of you guys!!!

Please read Stare first before reading this!! >>>>>>Stare<<<<<<

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You, with the voice of an angel, the beauty of the stars, and a smile like the sun. It was as if you were Aphrodite herself. It left him obsessed and wanting more.

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Bakugo woke up that morning with the sun in his face and his mother’s deafening voice piercing the walls of his room. She was screaming something about breakfast but as usual, everything was muffled when his mind was full of you.

He thought of the events of yesterday as if it were a dream. Your forever bright smile that actually shined on him, your cheeks a soft red hue when you asked him out, and your dainty wrist in his large hand felt as soft as the cushions on his bed that propped his head up as he stared at his white ceiling above his head. Rays of light were piercing through the thin curtains of his window. Like freckles, spots of light glowed upon his cheeks and if it wasn’t for his date today, he would’ve remained in bed and soaked up all the warmth the sun had to offer. Sometimes he wondered if this was how you would feel if you were next to him.

With the sun upon his skin, he could almost imagine you beside him, glowing in presence and sparkling like a soaring comet. You tore through the darkest blankets of his skies, igniting it with a warmth he never thought he would ever feel before. And then you would stroke his arm, sending a wave of excitement to his nerves, your mouth would slowly widen into a smile and it was like he was watching the sun peek from the horizon to welcome a new day. It would look as if you were laughing for no apparent reason and your legs would begin to tangle with his just as Bakugo’s stomach would flip. You would look glorious in the light like you were in your natural element, the way how your skin shimmered with the sun left Bakugo speechless. All he wanted to do was just trap you within his arms and never let you go.

“Katsuki!” And in an instant, you were gone from his mind. You disappeared from his side and what was left was sparkles parading upon his bed as a figment of his imagination. His mother’s voice sounded once again, threatening to come up to his room and pull him out of bed. Bakugo could tell his mother was standing on the foot of the staircase because of how loud she sounded, she probably had with one slipper on the first step and a spatula in her hand, waving frantically in the air. Her eyes were probably sharp through blond furrowed brows, so pointy that anyone who meet her gaze would instantly combust into cuts.

“Alright! Alright!” Bakugo yelled back before sucking his teeth. He had to get up anyway. If he remembered correctly, he was picking you up at twelve. So, he had about two hours to get ready.

…

Before his mother could physically drag him to the table for breakfast, Bakugo was able to finish his morning duties and also get dressed for his date. When he stepped into his dining room, a neatly traditional Japanese breakfast was upon it. And he was glad to see one of his favorites, Tamagoyaki, as a part of the dishes. He liked them spicy, as strange as that was. But not only did he step into today’s breakfast, but also the bewildered stares of his parents. Their widened eyes followed their son until he entered the kitchen and returned on him when he emerged with a carton of orange juice. They weren’t particularly looking at his face but rather his clothes that seemed all too new and never before worn. Bakugo had dug into the deepest part of his closet for them. Black and orange were Bakugo’s favorite colors and his clothes consisted of them although it was mostly black. He was sporting a black shirt with a graphic symbol of a skull spewing fire out of its eyes and mouth. Straight cut black pants that hugged his legs and hips, giving the illusion that his legs were long, and his bomber jacket was black with orange stripes running down his shoulders and arms.

Clearly, Bakugo’s parents never seen their son dress so well on a Saturday morning even if he was going to hang out with Kirishima.

“A-Are you going out today, Katsuki?” His father, Masaru, was the first to ask when Bakugo sat at the table. He grabbed his chopsticks, contemplating on whether to answer his father’s question truthfully or not. He hadn’t mention to his parents about his date today or about you. And he wasn’t sure if he wanted to let them know.

“Yeah I am,” he grumbled, sticking a piece of tamagoyaki in his mouth.

“With Kirishima?” His mother, Mitsuki, decided to dig more information out of her son. She placed a cup of coffee down for her husband before sitting and he quietly thanked her and hummed softly when he took a sip. Bakugo lifted his eyes from his plate to look at his mother who stared at him and eagerly waited for his answer.

“Nah,” he hoped they would leave it at that, but he knew his mother liked to pry herself in his business.

“Oh, then who?” She had a small smile on her face when she ate a piece of tamagoyaki. She also liked them spicy. Masaru avoided them.

Bakugo groaned and he let out a heavy sigh that seemed to knock Mitsuki’s smile right out of her face. Before she had a chance to open her mouth and complain about his attitude, Bakugo answered quickly.

“It’s ____. I’m going out with ____.”

His parents seemed to freeze as soon as your name left their son’s lips. They looked to one another and then back at him, their eyes as wide as it could be with their mouths slightly apart. Mitsuki’s surprised expression soon turned into one of anger and she abruptly stood up, reached over the table and pulled his cheek.

“Why didn’t you tell us you had a date today!? Look how dirty your face is! Do you want her to run away?!”

“W-What is wrong with you, ya old hag!?”

“Don’t speak to me that way!”

“G-Guys…” stammered Masaru, but the two carried on with their shouting match.

“Did you take a shower?! Brush your teeth?!”

“Course, I did!”

…

“Hey brat,” Bakugo finished tying his laces to his sneakers when Mitsuki approached him at the front door. She was calmer than just a few moments ago. In fact, she looked quite serious. Bakugo didn’t really think much of it. He stood up from the ground and buried his hands within his pockets, his body, hunched, and slightly facing away from her because he expected to hear a lecture from her mouth. But instead, she thrusted two small pieces of paper, tickets, into his chest that he caught before they fell to the floor.

“Here, if she likes you even more after today then take her to this,” Bakugo glanced at the tickets, and he made a small grunt before he stuffed them in his pockets.

“Sure,” he muttered and was about to leave before Mitsuki stopped him by the shoulder. She looked into his eyes that were identical to hers and a soft, yet confident smile came to her.

“Show her a good time, Katsuki,” she said, and they shared a moment of silence, looking at one another from mother to son. Bakugo nodded and he left his house and turned the corner on route to your house.

…

Every step closer to your house had the butterflies fluttering wildly within his stomach and chest. His hands became clammy while they were stuffed within his jacket’s pockets and he started to fiddle with the tickets that sat within them. He wasn’t sure what to expect from this date. Hell, he was even shocked that you agreed to it. All this time he thought that you were afraid of him, but your distance really meant that you shared the same feelings as him. Bakugo couldn’t believe it.

Even as he approached your doorstep with potential words and different scenarios flooding his mind, he still felt as if he were in a dream, lightheaded, while walking through a set of clouds. Is this really how it felt when you like someone? Like the urge to see them again as soon as you seperate seized every sensible piece of your rationality? Or the image of your beloved would play within your mind like a song upon repeat, the melody of their laugh would crescendo into the most beautiful of smiles.

Bakugo sighed and ran a hand through his hair. With that same hand, he rang your doorbell, fidgeting slightly as he waited for someone, hopefully you, to come to the door. It was about a few seconds until finally the door opened and you peeked your head from behind it.

“H-Hi, Bakugo,” you greeted him with a nervous smile and fully stepped out from behind the door. Bakugo blinked once he saw what you were wearing, his jaw slightly dropped as he scanned you over. He looked over you only once—no twice—fuck—a third time. Shit, you were beautiful. “You’re here.”

He froze in place at the sight of you. Your clothes were simple, yet it accentuated your shape. How could you look so gorgeous with a pair of jean shorts and a white buttoned top with lace as its short sleeves. You were a pure angel, a complete contrast to his devilish appearance and here he was, already tainting you by being in your presence. Were you wearing make up? It was light. Bakugo could tell your blemishes had vanished and your lips were a nude to your skin tone. He was fine with or without, it made no difference to your beauty to him.

“Hey,” was all he managed to say in his stupor. Your smile widened, and you called something out within your house before you locked your door.

…

The walk to the arcade was a silent one. Bakugo didn’t have the courage to talk. He wasn’t the most talkative person, he only spoke when it was important and when he did, it was usually at the top of his lungs. But being on this date, he had no reason to raise the volume and he also didn’t know as much about you other than the small habits you tend to do. Because of this, he came to question his reason for liking you. He questioned if it was his teenage urges acting as a dictator to his rationality. Maybe it truly was because he was attractive to your looks.

He glanced at you and he caught you staring at him. You jumped when your eyes met and looked away, a blush blossoming on your cheeks like you were caught doing something shameful. Bakugo found himself doing the same thing as he didn’t expect your eyes would be on him. ‘This is stupid!’ He shouted in his head. A simple stare had reduced him to a coward—a puddle on the side of the road for no one to step in but you. He couldn’t believe how much he was wrapped around your finger, if only you had known, you would’ve used it to your advantage if you had the courage.

Warmed cheeks and sealed lips carried on until you had reached the arcade. The arcade was bustling with teenagers and children with their parents which made sense for a Saturday. Bakugo was buying some tokens at the counter after he aggressively denied your request to pay your share. After all, what kind of a man would he be if he let you pay on the first date? So, you were standing awkwardly to the side, surveying the games while you waited for Bakugo to return. And when he did, he had golden coins in his hand, and a small smirk was on his face when he gestured towards multiple arcade machines with his free hand.

“Alright. Pick which one you want to lose in first,” Bakugo wished he could’ve recorded your face when he said that. You looked so offended that he barked out a laugh after.

“Or how about I give you the honors since you’re so confident?” You raised an eyebrow, a frown on your beautiful lips.

His smirk grew wider. “Are you sure? I don’t wanna make you cry on the first—”

“Just pick!” You pushed him ahead of you and you followed him through the crowds until he stopped in front of an arcade machine. It was on top of a small platform and in front of two screens were two suspended guns. The banner hanging above the machine was the title. Call of Duty, it read. There were already some children playing on it, the guns snuggled to their chests and fingers wrapped around the trigger. They shot at animated Zombies that threw themselves at the screen with their busted mouths bubbling with blood and mucus. The counter on the corner of the screen was skyrocketing into the thousands the more they took down.

“Ever played this?” Bakugo spoke like he was taunting you and turned to face you.

“Of course,” you simply said and folded your arms across your chest and glared at him. You were hoping he wasn’t bringing you to the ‘manliest’ game in the arcade believing you didn’t know how to play because of your gender. You wanted to destroy the confidence in his eyes.

“Ready to lose?” He teased and stepped up on the platform once the children were done. They stuck around to watch with a glimmer of excitement in their eyes. You followed after Bakugo, holding your glare, and taking his hand when he held it out to help you up. You would’ve thanked him if you weren’t too busy mentally preparing to beat his ass.

“What level?”

“Medium. I’ll give you a handicap.”

“Don’t even,” there was a scroll trigger on the gun and you quickly pressed ‘Hard difficulty’. It made him chuckle after he shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the iron rails behind him. He grabbed his gun and went into a stance. His back was slightly hunched with the gun clutched to his body while he pointed it at the screen. Your eyes wandered to his arms. So toned, they were, as he was mindlessly flexing them. Your face grew hot and suddenly started to feel very bashful. You looked away, and when you did, started to notice that the game already began. The score on Bakugo’s screen was climbing and you panicked. You quickly pulled the trigger against the zombies that were coming at you. 500 points for body shots. 2000 points for headshots. You were aiming for headshots.

It was quiet between you two with only the thunderous sounds of rapid fire and the gaggled groans of fallen dead. The rest of the arcade sounds were reduced to background noise. Even the children who watched on with random shouts of excitement at the scores and making funny movements (that only seemed to possess children) were cast away in that same category. Nothing existed except you, Bakugo, and a crowd of zombies.

It was almost as if you assimilated into the game and was one with their universe. You defended the town from them like it was your destiny, like it was what you trained for and you felt the phantom pain on the side of your neck whenever a zombie would slip through and take a bite out of you. Your HP would drop but it didn’t stop you from shooting. You could feel yourself start to shake, your palms grew sweaty, and you started to hyperventilate until you caught yourself from becoming too absorbed in the virtual world. It was honestly the most exhilarating thing you had experienced.

By the time the game ended, you grinned at Bakugo with your hand on your hip and your gun holster up against your shoulder. He looked at you with eyes as wide as it could be and his mouth so open it would’ve fell upon the floor. The children’s faces mirrored his in disbelief at your score. 51,500 points for you and 18,500 points for Bakugo.

You: 1

Bakugo: 0

…

Bakugo couldn’t believe you beat him at Call of Duty. He used to play Zombies with Kirishima and the boys at home and he would always be the last person standing to finish up the round. His boys cheered for him for saving the round every time and he would feel so proud of himself for doing so. He was confident in his skills, which made him confident in beating you. But he was clearly outmatched and when he questioned your skills, you smiled and said that this was your go-to game in arcades. He set himself up for failure right from the start.

“Alright! You’re good, I’ll give you that,” he grumbled those last words. “But the next one is mine!”

“Sure, and since you lost, I’ll give you the honors to pick again,” you stressed out the word ‘lost’ and it made Bakugo grimace. You laughed, and that grimace quickly turned into his stomach doing flips. You had him on an invisible leash that you didn’t know about. His body already conditioned to react to anything he found cute or beautiful about you. It was ridiculous, he thought.

“Whatever,” Bakugo dug his hands in his pockets. He didn’t mean to make himself sound like a sore loser and he didn’t like the frown that appeared on your face after. But he was tied between the feeling of accepting defeat and accepting his feelings for you. It was scary having a crush. He could feel himself changing and doing things he wouldn’t normally do. Instead of having fun at the arcade, he could’ve been training his body or quirk. He didn’t have time to waste if he wanted to be number one hero and that meant these feelings for you had to go. All Might didn’t get to where he was by being focused on girls.

“Bakugo,” he felt a gentle touch on his arm and it pulled him away from his thoughts. He glanced at you and you were looking at him. It was the second time he seen you so worried, the last time was after karaoke and he had yet to find out what made you worried. Was it him? You were a normally happy person, like an airhead almost. You tried to look at things on the bright side even in the darkest of situations. It was similar to Deku who always annoyed Bakugo with his optimism but when it came to you, he didn’t seem to mind. “I didn’t mean to tease you like that. I’m sorry.”

He didn’t deserve your apology. You weren’t to blame, yet he pulled his arm out of your grip and the small gasp that sounded from you pained his heart. “I found the next game,” Bakugo stated without looking at you and walked ahead. You lingered in the same spot for a moment before you quickly joined him.

…

The next game Bakugo picked was Basketball hoops which you were a little surprised about. There were two baskets and it was being separated by a tall metal gate that also caged around it to prevent the balls from flying out. Bakugo stood in front of it and pulled a miniature basketball out of the pile. He was already adding the tokens in before he turned towards you.

“Ever played this one?” He threw the basketball towards you and it nearly slipped from your hands when you caught it.

“Not exactly,” you smiled nervously.

“It’s simple. You just throw the ball into the hoop and you gain points. Person with the most points at the end wins.”

“Sounds simple.” You snorted, words melting in sarcasm as you watched Bakugo spin the ball with the tips of his fingers before trapping it within them once again. He was oddly an expert at it, but you decided not to ask about his experience. The game counted down from ten and Bakugo positioned the ball slightly over his head with his elbows tucked in. You tried to mimic Bakugo’s stance as not to reveal that you had no idea what you were doing. A short beep sounded the start of the game and Bakugo rolled his hand the ball was tucked in and it shot into the air in a perfect arch before it swished into the basket. It bumped against the gate before falling back within the pile of its brothers. And soon you continuously heard the sound of swooshing as he consecutively made the shot every time.

You panicked once again. This time with no confidence that you could catch up to Bakugo’s points. You shot the ball towards the basket, inelegantly when compared to Bakugo’s form. Your elbow was out, and you thrusted your entire arm forward rather than shooting with your wrist. The ball slammed against the gate, making it jingle as it fell straight into the pile. You didn’t have time to think about your form. You started flinging balls in the air and prayed that one of them make it. Instead, they bounced against the iron rim with knotted rope. Some were fortunate not to suffer the blow of the iron rim and just fell directly back into their pile. The less unfortunate ones bounced back in retaliation towards your head, missing you completely and left to stray the arcade floors alone.

Bakugo’s points were climbing. It was unreachable now, so you abandoned the goal of winning to ending the game with at least a point. The swift swooshes of the basket whipped through the air and it was attracting a small crowd of children and curious adults around Bakugo. It was almost inhuman how he was scoring, and he had yet to miss.

“Amazing!” You heard a girl behind you say and you were damn well sure it wasn’t towards you.

It wasn’t that you gave up, but you kept the basketball in your hands and looked to your left at Bakugo. Your eyes had fallen on his face, his eyes and lips relaxed, almost serene-like. You wouldn’t say he looked one in his element, but he was definitely comfortable with what he was doing.

The beeps that signified the end of the game sounded from the machines and Bakugo’s score was a whopping 500 points, 10 points for every basket made. Your score was a disgrace. You didn’t even count it as a score because you didn’t make any. You weren’t on the board as embarrassing as you had to admit, but basketball just wasn’t your best sport.

“Where’d you learn how to do that?” You felt the need to ask, not in disbelief of his skills but in curiosity.

“I have a hoop in my room,” he replied. He didn’t want to let you know that he uses it when he needed to calm down. Usually after an argument with his mother, he would fling balls relentlessly at his hoop in frustration. His father had gifted it to him when he found out about his habit of blowing up small holes in the walls of his bedroom when he was heated. It helped significantly to control his anger and he even found himself shooting hoops whenever he was bored.

“Would you—Idon’tknow—maybe, teach me next time? Maybe?” Next time? What made you so confident that there was going to be a next time? In fact, you weren’t. You were testing out the waters, shooting hints at Bakugo to see if he was even interested in another date after today or even if he just wanted to hang out. You closed into yourself when you asked, your posture curved forward as if to hide yourself from him. You bit the bottom of your lip and couldn’t stop your cheeks from warming up. You were trying to be as bold as you could, as confident as you imagined yourself to be when you fantasize about this date last night. It was easier to dream that you were a confident, strong girl who knew what she wanted in this world and faced issues head on and didn’t get flustered by the mysterious feelings of a crush. But you knew the world in your head was a vast utopia, a world filled with desires that didn’t seem tangible in reality. Still, you urged yourself to try, because trying was a step closer to tangibility.

“Maybe,” he shrugged.

You: 1

Bakugo: 1

…

Bakugo wasn’t prepared for your question. He was still deciding whether to give in to his emotions or not and that sheepish expression on your face didn’t make it any easier. He was convinced it coerced him into responding in agreement to another date. He didn’t have the heart to deny that face or perhaps his heart didn’t want to.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets in habit, looking away when he did, his voice was so small that he nearly couldn’t hear it over the sounds of the blaring game machines in the vicinity. At first glance, anyone would believe he was upset but if they peered into his face, they would spot the flushed skin of his cheeks and nose and possibly his ears. He was hiding his feelings within, though, even if he was lying to himself, his body revealed all truths.

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The last game would decide it all and you were ready. Because you gave Bakugo the right to pick twice, it was up to you to pick the final game. You guided Bakugo to the corner of the arcade, it was away from the valley of machines but not too far where you couldn’t hear them. The games at this corner were more traditional; darts, board games, air hockey, any game that didn’t need to be attached to a machine to work was there, including table tennis which was where you were pulling him towards. You wouldn’t say you were an expert at table tennis, but it was a sport you were decent in. Bakugo already had good hand-to-eye coordination so you knew this choice would make it a fair final game.

“Final game. You sure about this?” It was like the mellow Bakugo had retreated, and the bold and brash one came loose. The grin returned as it split across his face in a crooked slant from cheek to cheek. He looked the best when he was smirking, his eyes narrowed slightly with a glint of mischief—almost like it was melting with sin.

“Wouldn’t you want to end this with something fun?” You returned his smile with a question, but it looked more innocent than his. You were starting to notice the vast differences between you and Bakugo, not only in style but even in personality. It was odd that you two were attracted to each other. You didn’t believe in the saying, ‘opposites attract’, but you had to admit there was some truth behind it.

“Look, I just hope you’re ready to sing for me again.”

Again? “I’m surprised you haven’t learned from last time about being too cocky.”

“Only thing I learned is to not go easy on you.”

Your eyes rolled. “Oh please, do not pull that crap on me now. I won fair and square. And what do you mean ‘Again’? What made you think I was singing for you the first time?”

You had expected to hear another one of Bakugo’s boastful remarks, but you were delighted by his smile instead. It was far from a soft one and was closely associated with the last one that held mischief. It was a smile that knew the ups and downs and ins and outs of your mind without barely even knowing you. How was that possible? You didn’t know. But you did know Bakugo had a very perceptive character even if his brass personality didn’t make him seem so.

If only you also knew he was bluffing, then you wouldn’t have blushed the way you did, confirming his suspicions about how you acted during karaoke. It was nice for him to know that those stolen glances at him weren’t all for show.

…

You didn’t realize how intense table tennis was. You knew where it derived from held some tension during its matches. Watching the US Opens, French Opens, and other major tennis tournaments with your family often had you near the edge of your seat. You would see the crowds snapping their heads from right to left at the speed of the ball before erupting into cheers once the ball fell out. Your father would jump out of his seat, a fist wringing in the air, as a point was added to the score of his favorite player and the umpire would call to settle down the crowd, but the excitement erupted to where silence couldn’t be an option. But soon, the crowd knew the match wouldn’t continue unless they settled, and they hushed each other until all that sounded was the ball bouncing to and from the green synthetic surface and into the player’s hand. This memory, you recalled, was like you were reliving it except you and Bakugo were the players with the onlookers being the patrons of the arcade.

The sound around you were muffled against your eardrums, nothing but the base of your heart resounding in rhythmic beats and the tennis ball slamming against your paddle, releasing a loud ‘pock!’ before bouncing back onto the table court and into Bakugo’s side. He moved like lightning, the arm of his muscles tensing at the exact moment the ball touched his paddle. A grunt had left him as he returned the ball onto your side and a thunderous sound erupted from the impact. You returned it just as swiftly.

It was match point for Bakugo and you could tell he was swinging harder, faster. He wanted to end this game as desperate as you wanted it to continue.

“Shit!” He hissed when you returned the ball and it hit the table in an odd angle but managed to fly past his paddle. You evened out the score and it was your turn to serve. Two more scores and you would be the winner, but you knew Bakugo wasn’t going to make it easy for you.

The first ball you served hit the table and managed to slip past him. Or was he?

Bakugo chuckled darkly, one that rattled your core when it reached your ears. You allowed it to frazzle you and your next serve was easily deflected and the ball zoomed past you, evening the score yet again.

“I’m not going down that fucking easy,” he declared, and you wordlessly picked up another ball to serve.

The score went from even to either you or Bakugo having the advantage to even again. It continued for as many times until you had lost count. The tension grew to unbearable heights, the patrons were ‘ooo-ing’ and ‘ahh-ing’, some urging for your win and others for Bakugo’s, but you didn’t let their cheers distract you and neither did he. A faint sweetness lingered in the vicinity and it could only be coming from the sweat that shined Bakugo’s skin. An aroma that reminded you of being in the training room and whenever it was Bakugo’s turn to spar, your nose would be blessed by that scent while the others, specifically the boys would secretly tease him for it, too afraid to openly do it unless they wanted to face his wrath.

The ball flew from your side to Bakugo’s side repeatedly and it was about a minute until the ball zipped past you and Bakugo yelled in victory as well as his fans.

“One more fucking point!” He roared and raised his racket in the air, confidence spewing from his body language like he already won. All you did was glare at him, ignoring the reassurance from your encouragers but you didn’t understand why they treated you like you lost when clearly the game was still on. They were underestimating you, them and Bakugo, and you knew you had to prove them wrong. You tightened the ball in your hands and licked the sweat off your lips. Bakugo had a terrifying smirk on his face when he went into his stance, gripping his racket until the veins in his arms started pulsating.

You served the ball and hit it with all your might.

…

Bakugo had been wondering what brought him back to sitting on the couches in one of the karaoke venues again. A much smaller room than the one he was in on that day he went with the class, it still held in resemblance, though, the atmosphere of it was nearly suffocating. He was without his boys, without a distraction from you, the beautiful girl who was scrolling through the list of songs with a remote, humming softly when lingered on a title before continuing on. Another glance around the room had him questioning his reason for being here. Hadn’t he lost? Clearly, you weren’t going to reward him for losing, right? Although, he had paid for a 30-minute rental for a venue, so he suppose that was his punishment. It nearly put a dent in his wallet.

“So, you’re gonna sing for me anyway.” Whether it was a question or a statement, you still flashed a smile at him when you stopped at the title you were searching for. It was startling how just a simple curve of your lips could make his heart stop, his breath hitch, and make him all want to drop what he was doing just to feel them slobbering over his. He was a fool, a fool desperately yearning for the girl sitting right beside him, your leg barely brushing his and sending his mind in a flurry of emotions.

Fuck. Get a hold of yourself. He rehashed in his head repeatedly. It didn’t help that the only other presence in the room was you.

“No,” you drawled, reaching to swipe two microphones from the table in front of you. “I want you to sing with me.”

“Hell no,” he abruptly said, pushing the microphone away when you pressed it against his lap. “I don’t fucking sing.”

“A bet is a bet,” you reminded him, and he let out a groan, “besides you’re not really singing. You’re, like, slow rapping.”

“Are you stupid? And what the fuck is slow rapping anyway?”

“I don’t know I made it up. It’s like rapping but it’s slow!” You giggled, and like a reflex, his stomach flipped. You still tossed the microphone at him and as reluctant as he was, he followed you when you pulled him by the arm to stand up, not allowing himself to be drag because he held too much pride within himself to be dragged by the likes of anyone. You had missed his grumble when he confirmed your stupidity, and when you had questioned him with a hum, he remained silent, gripping the microphone in hand to relay his frustrations upon it.

He found himself standing in the middle of the room facing the tv while you were in front of him, gleaming up at him with a smile as the television’s light splashed against your back. Once again, you didn’t seem to need the lyrics because when you started the song, you remained facing him, tossing the remote where you were sitting and bringing the microphone close to your lips. He felt jealousy creeping behind his shoulder at the inanimate object (that held no soul) that had the privilege of touching what he desired. He wondered adamantly how foolish his feelings were going to make him?

The song had started with the melody of a distorted accordion mixed with electronic sound effects that these popular pop music writers loved to add in their tracks. Bakugo was a stranger to this kind of music as his go-to-genre was rock, metal, and sometimes even rap so when you were swaying side to side at the peppy beat that swirled itself into the existing melody, he could only watch as he waited for your voice.

“I'm a motherfuckin' train wreck. I don't wanna be too much,” and there it was, hitting him like a smooth wave slamming into the rocky side of a mountain, carrying his previous frustration into the endless ocean to never resurface again. Once your voice had reached his eardrums, it had placed him under your spell, one he wished would never break as chills walked his skin like they scavenged for mysteries of their birth. Velvet melted from your mouth, sweetness formed into honey and kissed your voice box, blessing it with the gift to open heaven’s gate with a single note.

“But I don't wanna miss your touch. And you don't seem to give a fuck,” his lips had adversely failed him when he fought to keep them from upturning into a smirk, more specifically at the arousing feeling of you cursing. The chills continued to pry around his back and shoulders and the upper part of his arm where you had gently caressed him for a moment, eyes moving to hold his benevolent stare that he blissfully wasn’t aware he was making.

When the beat of the song picked up and greeted the chorus, you had pulled away from him, turning around until your back faced him, your eyes still on him with your head turned to look behind you, a playful smile curling on your lips. Without doubt, a fire was lit from within him.

“You ain't my boyfriend. And I ain't your girlfriend. But you don't want me to see nobody else. And I don't want you to see nobody,” you bounced your body with the beat, the voice of the original singer echoing the last words of the lyrics or otherwise singing with you. You meant to stroll back to Bakugo once you turned around, but he already closed the distance between you two, eyes somewhat wide and searching within yours for any meaning between those lyrics to be true. “But you ain't my boyfriend. And I ain't your girlfriend. But you don't want me to touch nobody else. Baby, we ain't gotta tell nobody…”

The search for the truth in your eyes nearly made Bakugo miss his line. He started out shaky, startled at how fast it came when the screen prompted for the second singer to start. It oddly reminded him of Deku when he pitifully struggled to sing with Uraraka, so he quickly found his rhythm to avoid the same embarrassment, his singing, that was mostly him talking but elongating his words, sonorous in pitch yet rough at the edges.

“I…I promise the way we fight make me honestly feel like we just in lo—the fuck are these lyrics?” He abruptly growled, his voice caught between ire and mortification when he read the sappy lines that made you blush. You squeezed his arm to urge him to continue, already missing a few lines with how fast the song was going. It wasn’t like he had a choice, he sucked his teeth before bitterly singing through gritted teeth. “I lose my mind when it comes to you. I take time with the ones I choose. And I don't want to smile if it ain't from you, yeah.”

Your voice returned for the chorus soon after his part was done, and he never felt so relieved to hear your voice. He didn’t have a clue how you were so comfortable singing, yet it was hard for you to speak in class whenever you were answering a question. You were bold, daring, confidence spelled within your eyes and shyness was nothing more than a distant relative. You let the music guide you, boldness encouraging you to guide Bakugo’s unoccupied hand to your waist as you danced, his touch barely even felt through your clothes as fear had struck him. Even with consent, he questioned within himself if this was okay. Though, the ghostly feel of the arch of your waist to your hips under his palm had abolished all uncertainty. He was a teenage boy, after all.

He was careful not to move his hand anywhere you didn’t place it but even that was hard whenever you would move your body to the song, sometimes his hand would fall lower towards your hip and he would quickly return it to your waist, so he wouldn’t lose the privilege of touching you.

But when you moved closer to his body until your shirts were caressing, your bright eyes inhabited a world in which he wanted to be a part of, his fingers curled slightly into the newly founded lace sewed into the sides of your shirt, a detail he missed earlier when he was stunned by your beauty. His grip on his microphone went loose against his fingertips and threaten to fall, his face was so close to yours and if it weren’t for the microphone against your lips, Bakugo would’ve closed the gap between you urged by the yearn he felt to touch them.

The two of you were now sharing one microphone, eyes locked onto each other’s, unwavering as they embodied the passion of want.

“If you were my boyfriend…” You sang softly, your vocals sweet and heavy.

“And you were my girlfriend…” Bakugo spoke, his voice harboring that same softness of yours which was foreign to him. He was no longer able to sing, and the song carried on with no vocals as you too were rendered speechless by how thick with warmth his words sounded. There was no indication that the two of you were going to continue the song nor did you encourage him to. The melody was left as background noise as you became trapped in Bakugo’s gaze. How they fidgeted about on your face, taking in your irises, the shape of your nose, the blemishes upon your cheeks and your forehead, the shape of your cheekbones, your chin, and lastly your lips. Gradually, they were moving closer to Bakugo’s just as the microphone was slipping away from between.

If only it wasn’t for the raging scream of Bakugo’s phone trapped within the constraints of his jacket’s pocket, he would’ve already felt the soft press of your lips against his. He had never turned so fast, so dramatically before in his life. He was already digging through his pocket, fingers already mindlessly tapping at the screen once he pulled his phone out and you swore his hands were going to ignite into an explosive if it weren’t translated into the roar that came out of his mouth.

“What!” The person on the other end was no other than his mother who was informing him about coming home at a respectable time. The rage he used to answer his phone was hammered back at him with that same force. You could hear his mother’s screech that certainly reminded you of Bakugo’s, just more feminine.

The heated moment between you two ended with Bakugo screaming into his phone with a colorful combination of profanities you have never even thought of and you were surprised that his mother was worse in her usage of language, even threatening to ‘come down over there’ if he didn’t show some respect.

…

“Bakugo, this was fun, thanks for coming with me,” You smiled softly to the short grunt that came from Bakugo after. He was walking slightly ahead of you, hands in his pockets like usual with his head slightly down. He was wearing his black earphones but only his ear that was away from you had them in while the other earbud hung loosely near his chest. He hasn’t been able to look at you since you two left the karaoke booth and he thought himself a fool that he couldn’t stare at you for more than two seconds without feeling embarrassed about what had happened. Bakugo handled embarrassment the same exact way he handled every emotion that didn’t fit his tough exterior, it fuel his anger and he turned into a grumpy mess, silent yet aching to explode if someone were to speak to him. Though he could never do that to you. No matter how much his anger seemed to tip over, he couldn’t imagine you being at the end of it.

The walk back to your house was as silent as the walk to the arcade. Bakugo wasn’t really sure what to say, whether to question you about what had happened before that untimely interruption or just leave it up in the air. Did you actually like him…? Like how he liked you? Or was he imagining everything, misreading the signs like an idiot hoping the girl he liked actually liked him back? You were a nice girl without a doubt. Bakugo could see that every time he would watch you train with the girls or when you would give up the last dessert to Mina during lunch time or when you would feed the stray cat at the back of the school or when you would always, always greet him with a smile in the mornings if you were to cross paths with him and then Bakugo would think he was special until you would do the same for Deku shortly after. You were a nice girl indeed so for all he knew, you could’ve been hanging out with him out of the kindness of your heart, giving him all this attention because you were too nice to say no to a date. Then again, it didn’t explain what happened in the booth because that was all you and you were—dare he say it—flirting.

Bakugo stopped walking, turning halfway to look at you. You blinked, wondering why he stopped and was now staring at you, mouth slightly open like he wanted to say something.

“Something on your mind?” You asked him, cocking your head to the side slightly, but he simply stayed staring for what felt like an eternity and it made your cheeks burn.

When Bakugo realized he was just repeating the question he wanted to ask in his head without saying it was when he swiftly turned his back to you and continued to walk. “…Just hurry up… it’s getting dark,” but it was only around 4pm and Bakugo didn’t know that it was capable for him to feel so stupid, first, losing his ability to speak as soon as he looked at you and second, instantly regretting his words as the sun was still wide awake in the skies.

But I don’t want this to end, was what you wanted to say but you found your words stuck in your throat, afraid that Bakugo might not feel the same as you.

“Um… thank you for walking me home. Today was really fun,” you said when you reached your front door and turned to Bakugo. You told him that repeatedly throughout the walk, you really had no other way to express how happy you were. You felt that a hug would’ve been too uncomfortable for him as you’ve never seen Bakugo express any affection physically. “I kind of wish it didn’t end…”

“Ah—well, you know, time.” What the fuck was he saying? He growled under his breath, frustrated that not only was he losing his thoughts to you but his language.

Oddly enough to him, you understood and chuckled. Fuck the butterflies in his stomach. “I know. There’s just not enough of it… I guess I’ll see you Monday, then?”

“Yeah,” you waited for him to leave but he stayed staring at your face. Perhaps even longer than he did before, and you saw him aggressively move his hand within his pocket like he was fumbling with something. He spoke your name softly because he thought he had lost your attention, but he in fact had it because he was all you could focus on the entirety of the date. “You had fun, right?” He knew you had said it multiple times, but he wanted to ask because he couldn’t believe it himself.

“Yeah, of course, it was the best Saturday I had in a while,” Bakugo felt like you had to have been lying but that wide smile held all the truth in the world.

“Then—this,” Bakugo pulled a small piece of paper out of his pocket and gave it to you. “You wanna go with me next Saturday?”

You took a good look at what he gave you, nearly dropping it when you read out the words. “Di-Disneyland?! I—yes! Yes, I wanna go with you!” you clutched your ticket to your chest. Desperate to calm your beating heart, you wanted to fan your heated cheeks but instead you tucked the loose strands of your hair behind your ear, realizing that Bakugo could very well be asking you out on another date. “A-As another date…?”

“Sure.” He grumbled, looking away from you for a moment and returning his hands to his pockets. “Then Saturday, I’ll text you the details.”

You nodded frantically at him with one of those large smiles he loved, and he said his goodbye and left your doorstep. You glanced at the ticket in your hands and jumped excitedly on the balls of your feet. It was hard to believe that Bakugo invited you to Disneyland. You didn’t think he was interested in that kind of stuff but there was a little part of you that wanted to believe he was going just for you. Oh, you so wanted to be right!

Before you knew it, you heard a call of your name and Bakugo was already back in front of you. He quickly leaned forward, and it felt as fast as it came. You saw a glimpse of his red cheeks hidden behind a frown and furrowed brows. “For today. See you Monday,” he quickly said before he turned around and left, leaving you stunned on your doorstep. Of all the things that happened today, the least thing you expected was Bakugo Katsuki kissing you on your cheek.

Bakugo stormed out of there as fast as he could, fingers touching his lips as he realized what he had done. He just acted. He felt like he couldn’t leave without doing something to finish off this day but—Bakugo groaned loudly, throwing his hands up in frustration—he didn’t even stay to see your reaction if you liked it or not. What if he arrives home and you text him to cancel the date because you felt uncomfortable about what he did? He was stupid, utterly stupid! He should’ve read the mood instead of acting on his urges.

He continued to berate himself in his head until he finally convinced himself that you liked it because who wouldn’t like a kiss from him especially since he was taking you to Disneyland.

Later that night when he was lounging on his bed, you texted him to once again thank him for today and that you looked forward to Saturday. Bakugo grinned to himself and replied ‘same’ before shutting his phone and closing his eyes. He thought he would be able to put his thoughts about you to rest but he couldn’t help but try to relive the events of today. Especially the feeling of your cheek against his lips.

As he expected, your cheeks were the softest thing he ever felt. The last thing he recalled was hoping to sleep and suddenly wake up to it being next Saturday.

Part three - Slumber - coming soon!

[variantia]

BELLUM.   today was very stressful, work itself was ok but then Mom and I went shopping and bought more than usual because I had a 30 % off entire order employee coupon

then we went up 20 minutes to the next city so I could buy takeout from one of my favorite Chinese places, they had started offering new 4- and 8-quart pans of entrees for 15 % less than menu price (so, almost 10 dollars less than it would have been by ordering the quarts separately)

Mom and I can both eat our WEIGHT in pepper steak so I got a 4-quart of it, first time trying that size, and we got home and started eating and holy fuck it was SPICY like it burned my damn eyebrows off

and we’ve ordered it like every time we go there and it’s never spicy so Mom called them up and they thought it was impossible because no spices go into it, but if we brought it back and they checked it out they could remake it

cue another 20-minute drive, when we were already hungry and JUST got settled, but I’ll give the manager his props, he tasted the one we brought back and was like “OH that IS spicy” and remade it for us, and made me taste it before I left and it was perfect

and he told us to take the spicy one for free because he didn’t want to waste it but obviously couldn’t resell it if he took it back, so we decided to take that pan of the spicy stuff to my aunt and uncle because they like spicy food, and we definitely couldn’t eat it (like it was so spicy I had to use my inhaler because I was having trouble breathing), so I’m at least glad it’s not going to waste because I HATE wasting food

anyway I was very anxious and upset because it’s like the ONE time I splurge for a big pan  of my favorite meal it goes all fucky lmao but we’re good now, I’m calmer and am feeling less like a Karen since like, we weren’t really acting like Karens   xD

ANYWAY ANYWAY it’s just been A Day so I gotta scream about cute goatboy things and I hope you will all join me   =)

[chaotictommy]

Okay sooooooo I don’t know if this is good, lol, I have no clue about any of my own writing. But anyway, I finished my small Jimmy and Tommy oneshot, which, now reading through could be taken as them just being friends or if you want to dive down that rabbit hole, could be taken as more...

I don’t know... I have doubts about my own writing, so if it’s bad, I apologize XD

but here it is.....

fanfic warning: major character death... :(

A Little Piece of Home

The first time he finds Tommy wearing one of his sweaters, a blue grey one that was Jimmy’s dad’s, his friend is sitting back and eating a sandwich while crumbs hit the wool, Jimmy nearly gets annoyed at his friend, settling for a mix of confusion and hesitation, because his best friend has no care of other people’s possessions, is anything but gentle, and doesn’t think before he takes something that doesn’t belong to him, maybe it’s because they’re close, but Jimmy doesn’t notice him taking things from others like that. Maybe it’s because they are like brothers. It used to annoy the hell out of him. Now it leaves Jimmy smiling, a bittersweet smile tinged with a little melancholy, at the memory.

“You’ll ruin it,” “Says who?” It’s a teasing smirk, the one Tommy knows gets him every time, annoys him to no end, that one that makes him smile despite himself, the one that disconcerts him, because he doesn’t know if Tommy is serious or teasing, and Jimmy wants to dwell in certainties, it’s problematic without them, but his best friend lives on uncertainty and adrenaline alone, and pulls Jimmy into it too.

He fixes his glasses, squinting over them at Tommy before replacing them and giving a shrug “Just... just take it off before you ruin it... it’s cashmere...” he sees the look on his friend’s face and shrugs “No idea, some type of wool I think, anyway, it’s expensive and you’ll stretch it out,” he gets a remark, half sarcastic and half teasing him for liking sweaters that much, for not trusting him enough, he knows Tommy’s joking and he can’t help but smile and reply, even though he’s trying not to “Oh, I’m sorry but tell me again how I wasn’t the one guy who tried to flirt with a gal and got a milkshake in the face when her football player boyfriend walked back over? It stained your shirt Tommy, Let’s just face it man, you should come with a warning sign, a label of some sort, you’re a disaster zone, and I am definitely not letting you steal my clothes...” but it happens again because Tommy never gives up and it’d be a strange day if he ever stopped fighting about — basically everything.

The second time he just gives up. Obviously Tommy isn’t going to listen, or had forgot, Jimmy really hopes it is the latter, but he knows this is a battle he’s not going to win, and not sure he wants to fight, so he compromises, feeling somehow as if it’s a custody battle in a divorce, since they’re sharing time with the sweater, Jimmy getting it half the time with Tommy taking the rest. It should annoy him, and on the outside he pretends it does, but inside, it really doesn’t bother him at all, honestly, he’s happy that Tommy’s happy.

The third time he finds Tommy hoarding one of his sweaters, a tan one with light colors in the classic pattern, and he just laughs with annoyance, running a fry through mayonnaise as they sit down at their current meeting place (and honestly this is going to be a recurring thing for them, meeting at the Diner, the milkshakes are to die for, the meatloaf could be better, the burgers are great, and the service is lacking at times, but the booths have high walls, which is a added win for Jimmy, so Tommy can be a bit too loud, like he always is, because let’s face it, Tommy has no idea what an ‘inside voice’ is, Jimmy’s had to face that fact more times than he’d like to admit). Jimmy fixes his eyes on his friend and looks at him questioningly “I’ve been trying to find that sweater for months.” He frowns and shakes his head, sighing long and trying to make Tommy get that he is — not okay with this “Don’t you have your own? Don’t you have any clothes of your own?” His friend turns with a look, as if he’s been caught, usually looking like that even if he’s done nothing wrong at all, barely thinking before he answers “Yes, no, maybe, I like yours better,” Jimmy raises an eyebrow in confusion “What’s that even supposed to mean? You’re being too cryptic, I’m not up for riddles,” he laughs and cringes when his friend grabs for the ketchup, nearly spilling over the table and the sweater, his sweater, the sweater he’s been looking for for about a month now, just popping up right in front of him when he’s not thinking about it, now being worn by his best friend, one disaster away from being ruined. He’s seriously worried for the safety of that sweater. “You’re messy,” he says, hand instinctively tugging Tommy’s wrist away from over the mustard, pretending to be disgruntled “Honestly Tommy, you’re a complete mess of a person,” “But you still love me?” They both laugh till it hurts, and Tommy pays the bill. He tells Jimmy it’s because they’re brothers, because it feels like home wearing something that makes him think of family. Jimmy doesn’t get it. Later, he will.

He remembers giving him one of his favorite sweaters, wrapped up in leftover green wrapping paper (green was Tommy’s favorite color), a Grey sweater with a greenish blue argyle pattern, folded into it. It became a sweater Tommy couldn’t stop wearing and a present that Jimmy was proud to give, he values their friendship and everything that entails. Yeah, Tommy’s loud and kinda — crazy, crazy in the good sense of the word, and Jimmy’s quieter, locked in on his thoughts, calmer, like the sides of Ying and Yang, and it’s those complementing opposites that Jimmy wouldn’t change. They’re friends and sharing things is just what happens right? It earns Jimmy the comment that he ‘looks like a nerd now’ as Tommy pulls the sweater on, but they both know that it’s a great present that Tommy values.

Jimmy gets a couple of books, loving how thoughtful that gift was as well. He still has them, now his kids are reading from those same copies. It’s nice to remember that. Now that...

The time wore on and one after the other, he lost touch with Dutch, with Bobby, and with Johnny, but he somehow managed to keep Tommy, to stay friends even though miles separated them, college, family. He was there from the start and to the very end. Tommy was his best man at his wedding, when he was so nervous that Tommy had to talk him back from complete panic, his ever present fears of being inadequate, not enough. Tommy had been there, and Jimmy had been there throughout Tommy’s struggle, he’d been the second to know when fighting wasn’t an option anymore... they’d tried to make peace with it, but nobody ever tells you how hard it would be...

When Tommy died, everything felt disjointed, disconnected, everything stopped then and there as the paramedics rushed by, knowing it was over even though his brain was screaming it wasn’t true. THAT IT COULDN’T BE TRUE. But it was. But nothing seemed to make any sense anymore. Nothing fit.

The breaths he took then seemed foreign as if Tommy had taken everything, even the breath in his lungs, with him, the breaths were strangled and meek, mixed with pain, he had been ready for it, yes, but nobody was ever prepared, not even when they said they were. Jimmy knew that now.

Now, going through Tommy’s things, in his empty home, his hand brushed against something in the bottom of the box. It was soft, even though years had passed, worn at the edges and the elbows, from Tommy always leaning on them, into his friend’s personal space, talking way too close in excited tones, appreciative, teasing. Jimmy knew what it was before he saw it, and the fresh wave of tears hit him, mixed emotions in them now, the lingering sadness and joy, relief somehow there as well. He hadn’t cried that much in front of Johnny, neither had he cried much in front of Bobby, they had felt like strangers somehow... now he felt himself breaking down. The tears were long overdue.

So he sat there, with a sweater and a lot of memories.

Other people would see a worn sweater that has seen better days, just like the brunette man now holding it, but to Jimmy, this sweater is much more than a bunch of knotted yarn, a castoff to some thrift store because of the wear and tear

It’s the sweater his best friend wore when he needed to keep warm during the colder months, or when they went camping, the one he’d hardly take off because Jimmy had gifted it to him, and he said that it meant everything, the one that wrapped Jimmy in tight hugs he’d pretend to struggle out from, pretending to dislike them, but secretly loving them. It was something that would always remind him of Tommy.

It was a little piece of home. Something now missing from his life, having gone suddenly with his friend.

He’d always have Tommy with him even though he wasn’t there anymore

They’ll always be best friends. Nothing will ever change it.

It’s only a sweater, but to him, it’s a part of home, as much so as the the family he’s made, the house he lives in now, and Tommy, who left a heart shaped hole when he — left.

It’s something that reminds him of every moment with his best friend. That’s all he has now, those moments. He knows someday he’ll forget the playful smirk, the annoying laugh that was both and infectious.

But for now he has those moments and something, however insignificant it is to others, to remind him of the better times.

And that’s everything.

Author’s note: Okay, so the sweater that Jimmy gifted to Tommy is the one you can see him wearing in the first scene of TKK2

It’s grey and has a greenish blue argyle pattern.

the books Tommy gave Jimmy were:

The Outsiders (I always connect the Cobras to the book lol)

Fahrenheit 451

1984

and

A collection of Sci-fi stories by Ray Bradbury

Because I think Jimmy would love Sci-fi

I truly hoped you liked the story and if it was terrible lol, again my apologies

[piracytheorist]

A Kiss for Good Luck (14/16)

Summary: So this is the story of one born lucky, and one born unlucky. Fate will keep making them cross paths, but is it to bring them together, or to test them? Captain Swan AU.

A/N: Would you look at that. The 14th chapter, which includes some fluff and general romantic feelings (and some angst, I mean, you know me), is being uploaded on Valentine’s Day. I swear I hadn’t planned any of that XD

Rating: T (make sure you’re okay with the warnings on AO3)

Word count for this chapter: 3.3k (51k in total) AO3

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Chapter 14: Emma Swan and Killian Jones, June 23rd 2016

The sun has barely come out when Killian wakes up. For a moment he wonders if he dreamed the previous night, but his doubts wash away as he turns around on the couch, still in the clothes he wore the previous night. A thin sheet is on the floor next to him. He must’ve kicked it off in his sleep.

He gets up and walks to the door to his bedroom; it's half open and he can see Emma sleeping soundly on his bed. He leans on the door frame for a moment and watches her. He was too drunk the previous night for his brain to even fully register she'd come, let alone why.

Could she know? Did she figure it out too?

The lack of a headache despite his drinking the previous night leads him to think that yes, she did, and she made sure to rid herself of the luck as soon as she met him, just as he'd predicted.

He silently picks up fresh clothes and jumps in the shower. When he comes out, Emma has woken up and is tiredly leaning on the same door frame he was leaning before.

Killian takes a brisk step towards her, intending to kiss her, but she pulls back in time.

“Sorry,” Emma says. “It doesn't mean- it's not that I don't want to...”

He looks at her. “You know. You figured it out.”

She shrugs. “Same way you did.”

“I should have showed you where the water heater is last night. You want to take a shower?”

“That would be nice.”

He leans towards her again. “Will you allow me just this, so that I can be sure you won't slip in there and hit your head?”

“Killian...”

“Please.”

“I came here to give you your luck back. It was yours to begin with.”

He sighs. “Can we have this discussion when we're both properly awake?"

She nods and he leaves a kiss on her cheek. Emma seems ready to complain, but is too jet-lagged to do so. He walks past her to his bedroom. “I'll bring you clean towels.”

Emma lets the warm water wash over her, finally feeling the exhaustion wear off a little. She's not surprised to hear the sound of something, probably a plate, breaking in the kitchen. Feeling guilty, she turns the water off and puts soap on.

She's already feeling much better. Is jet-lag all a matter of luck?

She wouldn't really know. In all her plane trips before she met Killian – officially – she was the one who was the lucky one.

She peeks briefly at Killian when she comes out. He's sitting on the couch, waiting with two cups of coffee on the table in front of him.

She puts on clean clothes and joins him, sitting next to him and preparing for a kiss.

He leans away a bit, but still smiling at her.

“You figured it out before you left,” she says. “That's why you skipped back through the queue to come kiss me.”

He lowers his head. “I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I'd left and knowingly taken the luck with me.”

“But you gave it to me, as if... as if it was so simple.”

“You would have done the same.” He looks at her. “Isn't that why you came here without saying anything?”

She suddenly remembers she should have cancelled her hotel reservation. It's too late now to have any chance for a refund, luck notwithstanding. “You did lie to me,” she says teasingly, staring into his eyes. “You were that pirate boy in that Halloween party.”

He sighs, smiling slightly. “I have no idea how I managed to lie so smoothly at that point.”

“Is that when you realized it? You covered it pretty well.”

“But you still knew there was something wrong.”

Of course she did. They were, somehow, an open book to each other.

“Do you remember the next time?” she asks.

“In that club in New York City.”

“I... I remember the gunshots,” she says in a low voice. She doesn't miss the slight twitch of his lips. “It was... it was you, wasn't it? And your girlfriend.”

Killian closes his eyes. He feels his head hurt, and that's certainly not from the current lack of luck.

Emma can't hold a sniffle back in time, and Killian immediately says, “It wasn't your fault.”

“It's so messed up. If I hadn't kissed you...”

“You asked me first.”

“I didn't ask you if you wanted-”

“Emma, please.” His voice is shaking, and it shuts her up. “You didn't know. And... Milah's loss, watching her being murdered... it hasn't healed completely.” He lifts his head to look at her. “It's enough to deal with by itself, I can't...”

He lowers his head again, and Emma bites at her lip, shaken by the pain written on his face. He's right. She shouldn't feel guilty over it, and even if she does, she can't burden him with it.

He takes a deep breath and looks at her again, face calmer now. “I think it would have happened anyway. You think all the times we met were a coincidence? We're from two different parts of the world, and we met three times before we even had the chance to catch each other's names. And we kissed in all of them.”

“You think it's just fate?”

“It's a cruel game she's played on us, but I can't find any logical explanation.”

“Could it be a test?”

“Of what?”

“Of who will be the first to run off with luck on their side.”

Killian thinks for a moment. “I hadn't thought of that. That sounds even more cruel, considering we'd have to steal the luck from each other. And with a kiss, no less.”

“I can't imagine what you must have been thinking after you kissed me at the airport.” She takes his hand in hers. “If there really is a test involved, I'm pretty sure you passed it.”

“Maybe it's long-term. Just yesterday a bird shat on my head.” He snorts a laugh. “A few too many of those and I would be back on a plane to Boston.”

“So... what do we do?” Emma says, but she's perfectly sure it's a question he's having as well.

“You won't settle on keeping the luck for yourself when you go back, will you?”

Her face crumbles, and he doesn't stop her when she captures his lips in hers.

“Not a chance,” she says and leans her head on his shoulder.

After a short silence, he says, “When did you figure it out?”

“Three days ago, I think.”

“And you came here that fast?” His voice raises in pitch.

“I couldn't stay still as soon as I knew. And well, I did buy a lottery ticket and, you know...”

He leans back a little to look at her. His expression is not that same smile that usually breaks her; it's sadder, with a pinch of surprise, but it has the same effect. He kisses her, but she leans back in when he tries to break off. They allow themselves a moment to kiss and not count, and then they look at each other lost.

“Who's got it now?” Killian asks.

Emma smiles. She wraps her arms around him.

“I can't leave without knowing you have it.”

“You know, I've had some time to think about it.” He wraps his own arm around her and kisses the top of her head. “And I've had a few theories.”

“Such as?”

He leans a bit back so they can see each other again. “I think the longer one stays lucky, the worse the bad luck hits later.”

“You think that is? I've had the bad luck longer, but you've had it worse. It would make sense.”

“Swan, you can't compare the two.”

“You're the one comparing.”

“I'm comparing the individual situations, not which one of us has had it worse.”

“It wasn't always good for me, you know that. But I never had to lose anyone.”

Killian's face falls a little.

“How could you do it? How could you give me your luck thinking that you could be endangering the life of someone you love?”

“Stop calling it 'my' luck,” he says softly.

“It was yours first.”

He gives her an incredulous look, but then his face turns thoughtful. “It was a last-moment decision. At first I thought it was just us meeting, I don't know why it took me so long to figure out it was with a kiss that it swapped.”

“Oh.”

“When I reached the checkpoint, I found a banknote and I realized I was still lucky, despite what I'd originally thought.”

“And you came back to kiss me.”

He nods.

She sighs. “Both so stubbornly selfless.”

He takes his arm away so that he can hold her hand. “Do you remember when I called you for New Year's?”

“How could I forget?” she says, smiling.

“When I saw how you were at first, I promised myself I'd never let you experience anything like that again. And with that in mind, I couldn't leave you unlucky.”

“But, your family...”

He shakes his head. “Is it really a surprise you found me like that last night?”

Her eyes widen. “Did something happen?”

“No, thankfully. Not to us, at least.” To her unspoken question, he answers, “The detective who helped with my case, you remember some trials I told you about?”

“What happened?”

“He was shot, he's in a coma now, and Nemo happened to be the one fostering his twelve-year-old daughter.”

“That's too many coincidences.”

“I talked to him, to Nemo, about all this.”

“You did?! Did he believe you?”

He smiles a little. “This isn't Hollywood, love. He's known me for half my life. Though I was surprised when he immediately trusted I wasn't going nuts. So we talked about it, and we can't see any reason why the detective getting shot has any connection to us. But I can't stop thinking about it.”

“Hm. Anything else?”

“Aside from occasionally getting stuck in traffic, or broken elevators, or stepping on dog shit, not much. At least I was prepared to be unlucky this time.”

“Well, now I am too.” She sits up straight, as if to prove her point. “Prepared, I mean.”

“Swan...”

“It's my time to be incredibly selfless.”

“You've been unlucky the longest. You deserve some more time to relax.”

“But you said that the bad luck hits back harder. So next time for me it will be worse than you've been having it now.”

He pauses. He didn't consider that. He hadn't actually considered there would be a next time.

“So, how are we going to do this?”

“Do what?”

She points between the two of them. “Be together. Try to keep it balanced.”

“You still want to be with me?” His face betrays his disbelief.

She wraps her arms around his neck again. “Of course I do. Why do you think I came all this way?”

“Emma... you don't- you didn't expect what you saw last night. I'm relapsing. And it's not the first time I do.”

“We can work with that.” She brushes her hand through his hair.

“You don't deserve that.”

“I don't care. You don't deserve going back to drinking, either. You were willing to leave me with good luck, forever.” She puts her palm on his cheek. “I want to know you'll be okay. And I want to help, if I can. Was that why you were pulling away?”

“Not exactly... maybe, in part. I was hoping you'd lose interest, so you'd never risk getting unlucky again. I went back to drinking in an effort to protect my family.”

“How would that help?”

“I've been a walking jinx. I hoped that I could make them disgust me so they'd stay away from me.”

“Oh, Killian...”

“I failed miserably. They love me too much for their own good.”

“I know this sounds weird, but I'd gladly be the asshole and run away with the luck on my side if you promised to never try something like that again.”

He smiles a little. “Bad fortune leading to character development?”

“So that's what it was all about!” she teases. “Fate wanted us to be deeply layered humans. How kind of her.”

They laugh half-heartedly. At least they have each other in this.

“So what do you think this is?” she says. “Fate toying with us?”

“I have a theory about that too. We have one day difference between our birthdays, right?”

“Yeah.”

“But I was born here. You in the United States. What if it's not really one day? What if it's just a few hours?” He shrugs slightly. “What if there's no actual difference at all?”

Emma thinks for a moment. “I remember seeing my birth certificate. I was born at night, around ten, eleven?”

Killian nods. “It would be three or four in the morning here then. I was born very early in the morning. I don't remember the hour exactly-”

“You wouldn't,” Emma says with a cheeky smile.

Killian laughs lightly. “I've happened to have seen my birth certificate too, you know. And it was very early too. I think my mother said she'd woken up in the middle of the night and my... father took her to the hospital.”

“So you think we were born at the exact same time? Or moment, at least?”

“It wouldn't be hard to check. I think it was all fate's doing, after that. It kept throwing things into our lives so we'd lean towards each other's path.”

“Until we finally had the chance to actually get each other's names.” She leans closer to him.

“Quite a cruel game it played on us, but maybe now we can at least achieve some normalcy.”

“Tell me about it. After everything we've been through, it's so hard to just accept the good things.”

“Aye. You get used to things going well, then you kiss a stranger and suddenly you lose everything.”

Killian doesn't mean any malice with his words, she knows, but Emma nearly feels her heart break. After she kissed him at that Halloween party, she did lose everything. But he doesn't know how much it meant to her, especially through her darkest moments, to remember the way that pirate boy looked at her. So much that fifteen years later that same look had the same effect.

Was she just a stranger that destroyed his life to him?

“Hey, hey,” Killian says. “That's not what I meant at all.”

“What?” She looks up lost, realizing her eyes are full of tears.

He smiles softly, that damn smile of his. “I told you, I truly believe it was fate that brought us together. Our luck would have swapped sides no matter what, at one point or another. Fate made our paths cross, but I am bloody well glad it was you I had to meet.”

What the fuck, she thinks, that's so sweet.

He's always so good with words. She just kisses him again, then sighs. “We'll have to get used to that too.”

“What?”

“The thought that every kiss comes with a consequence.”

He holds her tighter. “It's a cross we'll bear together.”

Together.

He looks down. “If I came to live in Boston, would you help me until I get a job and an apartment?”

“You would come with me?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“I... I thought we could settle for like, visiting each other every few months or so. Otherwise, we'll have to count kisses every day, going after the other to pass on our luck...”

He brings his hand up to caress her cheek, not missing how she now called it 'their' luck. “Kissing, as physical touch, is a love language. Giving each other luck can be kind of the same.”

They lean into each other's embrace. It's amazing how easier it is now that the truth is out, despite what it might mean for their relationship.

“Are you serious about moving? You want to come live in Boston?”

“I've made enough snap decisions to know a serious one when I see it.”

Emma feels her heart soar. He's willing to move countries just to be with her, after he'd condemned himself to a lifetime of bad luck for her sake. She kisses him again and sighs. The thought of having him by her side, and not just count on right scheduling and phone screens to have him close...

A sudden idea jumps at her right as Killian's phone rings. He stands up to take it, and Emma starts wondering. Norway is very close from here. Why should it be Killian who has to move across the Atlantic?

Killian picks up his phone.

“Good morning,” Killian says.

“Killian? Are you alright?” Nemo says.

“Aye, I'm fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Nemo, I'm alright.” He looks at Emma and smiles. A bit more than alright.

“Are you available? I need you to pick up Alice from school when she's done and look after her for the evening. If you're not okay...”

Killian suppresses a sigh. “I can do that. Don't worry. Everything alright?”

“Yeah. John needs some help at the office today.”

And he doesn't trust Killian. Nothing unexpected, if he's honest – though it's surprising that Nemo trusts him with taking care of the girl.  “Mind if I bring some company? Emma surprised me with a visit.”

“Emma? She's here? Does she... know?”

“Yes.”

Nemo is silent for a moment, but eventually says, “You'll tell me all about it later. She can come, of course.”

“Thanks.”

“Thank you. Could you also cook? There's meat and peas in the fridge, they just need to be cooked in a pan.”

“I will. No problem.”

“Thank you, Killian.”

Killian hangs up and looks at Emma; she's stood up and is looking at his old framed family photo.

She smiles at him. “Your mother and brother?”

“Aye. It's the only picture I've got of them.” He looks at it, sighing deeply. “You recognized me?”

Her smile turns into a smirk. “Would you recognize me? You're lucky I don't have- Ugh.”

He catches her meaning. “Am I?” He kisses her temple. “Or maybe now?”

She looks back at the picture. She's not surprised his biological father isn't depicted anywhere, even as an addition to the original. “Your mother was very beautiful. Was red her natural hair colour?”

He smiles a little. “I like to think that's where I got the ginger beard from.”

She wraps her arm around his, then her free hand takes his. She looks at the other photo, the one of his new family, with both fathers and both siblings. And then yet another one, with him and the one who's most possibly Milah. After a moment of silence she asks, “Where are we going?”

“To my fathers' house.”

She smiles widely. “Meeting the parents already?”

Killian laughs lightly. “They'll be busy today and Nemo asked me if I can take care of the girl he's fostering.” He squeezes her hand in his. “Though I would like you to meet them too.”

[oumiyuki]

Snowy, Wintry Love

Pairing: You x Riko

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Summary: Christmas clichés don't just happen in movies and books. At least that's what You decided when she asked Riko out on a date this Christmas.

With her heart drumming loud in her ears and frequently reddening cheeks, You does her best to gift her girlfriend a perfect holiday date.

Author Notes

Merryyyyy Christmas!!! \^w^/ I’m Secret Santa for someone who loves YouRiko and so everyone gets to enjoy YouRiko this Christmas. hehehe~ :P

May you enjoy! XD

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You was early.

Early is good.

You smiles nervously as she watched Riko put a beanie over her flowing red hair, scarf fluttering as she took quick steps down the stairs towards the ash-brunette.

She’s so pretty… Ah, I hope this date goes well… This Christmas date!!

“Hey, Riko-chan…Ready for our date?” You manages a cool grin after a quick intake of breath, anything to calm her racing heart and nerves on bringing Riko out on a date on one of the most romantic days in the year.

Riko shakes her head with that gentle expression. “You came by an hour earlier than you should…”

Because I couldn’t wait to see you!

“Do you know how worried I got thinking that I was late?” Riko brushed the sleeves of her coat while You shrugged.

“It was cute how flustered you got.” You smiled wider when Riko gave her a pointed look.

And I also had to do a little setting up…

You stepped closer to help Riko adjust her scarf nicely and Riko’s shoulders relaxed from the comfortable feeling of having You standing so close. “So…this date…”

“Yeah?”

“I thought you weren’t good with the cold?” Riko nodded to their winter wear; she was perfectly okay with the home-date option but You insisted on going out.

“I am…” You drags the silence for a little longer and her head lowered, knowing Riko was trying to read her expression, she looked up with a smirk and playful excitement dancing in her blue hues. “But I figured you’d like some Christmas cliches.”

I’m here to steal your heart and sweep you off your feet, Riko-chan!

The eager swimmer adds a confident wink to her practically glowing beam. Taking big pride in seeing Riko’s beautiful face glow a shade of shy pink.

The pianist’s thumb and pointer finger rub at the ends of her sleeve. “I look forward to it.”

Yes!

You laughs heartily. “Leave it to me!”

The swimmer turns and heads for the door first, Riko following behind. The moment Riko stepped outside, pulling the door to a close, You stepped onto the porch again with a hand on the door and Riko in between.

“Y-You-chan?!” Riko squeaked and backed up against the door.

I can do this. I can do this. Riko-chan likes this right?

“Riko-chan…” You blinks a few times, inching closer subconsciously. “Guess what’s above us.”

“Above us..?” Riko was still feeling light-hearted from being subjected to her all-time favourite kabedon by her all-time favourite person, but looked up she did to see mistletoe hanging above her house’s door. “When did-”

“Hehe.” You pulls her hand back, scratching her cheek with the other. “That’s why I was early.”

Riko’s mouth turns into a small ‘o’ of realization. “So that’s why…”

You nods. “So…”

A kiss under the mistletoe on Christmas is a cliché isn’t it? You’ll…like this…right??

With each passing second of Riko looking at the mistletoe, You was worried Riko didn’t like what she did. With each passing second of Riko staring at her with those hazel eyes leading her eyes to her lips, You was freaking out at the idea of having to take the lead.

Riko saves the day with a giggle and a tease. “Taking a kiss already~?”

You nods many more times; feeling her nervousness seeping out of her just from Riko’s gentle laughter and a reserved smile. “Yeah…You know how much I…like your…kisses…”

You turns her head to the side, averting her eyes.

Ahh gosh, maybe mistletoe kiss as the first cliché was a bad move... for me!

Riko grins and cups You’s cheek with a gentle but firm touch, guiding the blushing ash-brunette over to her.

Riko-chan…

You’s eyes flutter close as her girlfriend presses her lips to hers – kissing her.

Seconds, maybe minutes passed before Riko pulled away and brushed over You’s lips so the ash-brunette quickly opened her eyes to see Riko - Riko smiling lovingly at her.

You's cheeks were a cute strawberry red as she touched her hair, fidgety from her girlfriend's stare. Riko took pride and pleasure in making the usually cool swimmer a blushing mess.

"I thought you weren't too good with Public display of affections?" Riko returns a wink; payback for earlier.

You grunts. "It had to be a surprise so..."

Putting it indoors would be easily spotted by you...

The pianist giggles. "You're such a hard worker."

That's a good thing, right?" You asks worriedly.

Riko taps You's nose affectionately, humour in her eyes. "Yes, silly."

Ah...that's good!!

You lets out a sigh of relief before realizing she is on the receiving end of teases and seems to be blushing more than her girlfriend is.

Wait! This isn't right! Riko-chan should be the one getting her heart pounding hard because of me!!

You turns around and steps beside Riko, offering a hand for the pianist to take.

Riko gladly puts her hand in You's. They barely took a few steps when You whispers in Riko's ears, "That's one."

"Eh?" Riko visibly stiffens, expression surprised and cheeks rosy.

You smiles from ear to ear at making Riko flustered. "One of the Christmas clichés I've got in store for ya!"

You laughs; extra jolly and ready to give Riko a perfect date.

Riko lets You take the lead.

 ~

 Time flew by as they walked around the streets and soon it was night, You guided Riko to where all the Christmas lights were flickering alive and bringing the couple into a new world.

Riko turned a full circle in awe. You stared for as long as she could.

"Beautiful...right?"

I just wanted to spend Christmas with you...

"It's really beautiful!" Riko's eyes reflected a million lights but her childlike smile outshone it all.

Regardless of where…

You breathes out a puff of cold air. "You are..."

Riko stopped looking left and right and all around. "What..?"

"Nothing." You says quickly. "Nothing but...pretty Christmas lights that I...wanted you to see..."

Oh gosh, did Riko-chan hear me??

Riko hummed thoughtfully, You thought she was busted.

Did she hear what I say? Did she hear that I said she was really beautiful??

You gulped.

It would be so embarrassing to be caught being awestruck and lovestruck by my girlfriend...

Riko subjected You to a few moments more of nervous silence before she giggled and the mood dissipated back to peaceful. “Are you blushing~?”

“I-I’m not…” You pulls her scarf higher above her mouth to cover her cheeks and looked away, knowing her heart wouldn’t be any calmer if she took another good look of Riko illuminated by the Christmas lights.

Riko-chan is totally teasing me again.

“You-chan…” Riko calls quiet and sweet.

You turns back and her eyes widened. Raising her head to notice the Christmas lights for itself and tiny white flecks floating down to the ground and around them. “It’s…”

“Snowing.” Riko finished for the ash-brunette who lifted her hands to catch some.

“It’s a White Christmas huh~” You scratched her cheek shyly and Riko wondered why.

To think that my wish came true…

“It is… We are lucky.” Riko comments, taking a step closer to her girlfriend, bumping shoulders.

Riko-chan…

You looks over to Riko who was looking right ahead and the biggest Christmas tree, but the swimmer noticed Riko’s hand edging her way, brushing along hers a little.

Ah…You’re really the kindest girl out there…

You intertwines Riko’s hand with hers. Her heart skipping several happy beats when Riko returns a reassuring squeeze.

They stood there basking in an aura and emotion of love, admiring the lights change and danced around them. The chatter of couples and families around You was drowned out from her heartbeat drumming away. And the snowy, wintry cold a distant feeling as You got all the warmth she needed from being connected with Riko, from Riko leaning close and holding hands.

Oh, right!

You faces Riko and whispers into the unexpecting pianist’s ear, “This is one too…”

Ouch!!

Riko gripped You’s hand too tightly and pulled away apologizing. “Sorry, wait, you mean..?”

Riko-chan has a strong grip!

“Huh? Ahh, yeah! The Christmas lights…” You smiles. “That’s a number one Christmas cliché, no?”

Riko stares back for a few seconds before she shook her head. “It’s definitely high on the list.”

You nods in agreement. “Did you like it..?”

“Christmas lights?”

“Yeah.”

“A lot.”

Riko’s smile was all the acknowledgement the high diver needed.

Oh. The snow is really falling…

You steps closer to Riko again, just like how she did in the morning and reached up to brush off snow that has gathered considerably on the composer’s beanie and coat. “Wouldn’t want you hidden in the snow.”

Riko’s shoulder shook from laughter. “I wouldn’t want that too.”

Partway of brushing the snow off, You found herself getting lost in hazel eyes that sparkled and shined like no other. Captivated the ash-brunette.

I could stay lost forever…

You leaned closer.

And I wouldn’t mind…

You’s nose touched Riko’s first before their lips met.

Riko-chan…

You moves her lips against Riko’s.

I love you…

And she closed her eyes, kissing Riko full and slow and if she had to describe it, she’d call it – Christmas Magic.

Separating after an unknown amount of time, You’s face was bright red and Riko’s hands were cupping those rosy cheeks when she deepened the kiss subconsciously.

You clears her throat and Riko held You’s hand to give her another reassuring squeeze. “R-Ready to go home?”

“Oh…That’s all?”

You smiles; a hint of cheeky poking out of her shy blush. “I believe we’ll have more Christmases together…to give you more clichés…”

“Ah…You-chan…” Riko’s body shook, eyes watery and tugging You’s hand over to her. “Thank you for the best Christmas I could never have imagined.”

Anything for you..!

You flashes Riko a HUGE smile. And fell back a step to pull Riko along. “Merry Christmas, Riko-chan~”

Riko laughed at You’s energy. “Merry Christmas.”

“Now let’s go full speed ahead to some hot chocolate!!” You sneaks a salute to Riko who was happy to be led anywhere by You.

“Yousoro~” The pianist sang, grinning from ear to ear.

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Author Notes

Merry Christmas~ ^w^ Ho! Ho! Ho!

I hope y’all mega enjoyed this story to bits!! Hehe~ >w<

It was a wholeeee lot of fun to write! And to just stop and think about how loving You and Riko are..!! Ughhh, I love them!! *O*

There was also a whole lot of cliches to choose from, which I would love for y’all to leave more in the comments! What other Winter/Christmas cliches are there?

Let me know so I can write more YouRiko cliché moments hehehe :3

Ah, and let me know your favourite parts of this story! ;D

Until then…Have a Merry Jolly Happy Smiley Christmas, y’all!! ^w^//

[aerisosweet]

Hiii, it's your secret santa again (it's fine to call me just that for the time i stay anonymous ^^) ✌🏻

You don't need to be sorry that you had turned anon off, dear. i totally understand your reasons and if you need to turn it off again or simply don't feel comfortable with anon asks open, i am absolutely fine with communicating via our mod. ^-^

With that cleared, it's nice to now you're in calmer waters now work-wise. For our precious EXO boys, I'm absolutely Chanyeol-biased. I'm going crazy about that guy all the time xD which can only help me with a nice, pretty present for you, right? 😊

Speaking of which, it's just so easy to fall right into the Christmas spirit early with thinking about presents and secret santas, that it's equally easily to forget that not everyone on this planet is celebrating it! So, I think it's important to check if you celebrate Christmas or a different holiday or maybe no holiday at all. 😀

And because I'm always curious to get to know someone's likes, I also wanna check some favorites of yours - favourite season, time of the day, song(s), books movies, maybe a show you especially like binging? ^-^ whatever comes to your mind~

(I really hope I'm not too awkward here, I always feel like I am 🙈)

Have a good, calm and relaxing time, Rosa 🥰

~ your secret santa 💫

Hello Secret Santa, how are you doing?!

Chanyeol is so talented and amazing! I remember when they debuted my RL friend had liked him more and made sure I was following all his hashtags and everything, she was more into him than me, but now I can't help but gush about it!

I actually don't celebrate Christmas but I think this is a fun way to interact with other fans and like participating in them! My family does New Years' gifts though so I mean, a similar concept haha But thank you for checking! Nobody has ever really asked that before.

My favorite season has to be fall/autumn with the leaves changing colors and usually, the weather is nice. But I live in California and we don't get that same effect as when I was in Washington. But still nice! I'm definitely a night owl. My coworker is always on guard in the morning because I'm like "..." but towards the end of the day, I'm like YAYYY HI EVERYONE! And then I'm more productive in the evening/night... so I tend to do more work things at home but I don't mind. Favorite songs?! In terms of EXO or non-EXO? Well, EXO-wise, this is hard, but I absolutely love Power and Love Me Right, and then their XOXO album had such bops! I do like DFTF album too... I love really upbeat, poppy-type songs. Non-EXO, I would say anything by Backstreet Boys/Jonas Brothers (lol still pop) and then my Jpop group, Arashi, my favorite song, hands down is Love So Sweet (although the group had always performed so it was outplayed, I still love it!) My favorite book series is the Harry Potter ones and would love the movies more if they had done more. A lot of my favorite scenes were not included ;_; So my favorite movie series is the Back to the Future Trilogy! I do binge or have it on the background, Friends, and Psych. I going through Big Bang Theory (finally) and I think I'm almost done. What about you? What songs do you like? Non-EXO is okay too! Books? Movies?

No, no not awkward, but I totally get what you mean. It's hard to come up with things!

Thank you for messaging Secret Santa!