#I just tried Da Bomb so it’s on my mind

[writtenbyevie]

The Miya Four on Hot Ones

Suna: loves spicy food, but starts dying near the end. doesn’t show it though, surviving off pride and secret back pats from Osamu

Osamu: used to eating and making spicy fillings for Suna, looks fine except for his cheeks are red, stands up and leaves behind a POOL of sweat

Sakusa: hell is cold and so is he, this is nothing, he goes back for seconds and thirds for funsies, only problem is he hates how messy the wings are

Atsumu: angry hiccuping, sustaining himself on spite alone, eats a fourths to one up Sakusa, on the verge of death the entire time

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Cleanse Your Sins

(Kill Somebody Like You Part Two Chapter Twelve)

🔪Previous Parts Here🔪

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, cursing, baby fic, d/s dynamics, drunk Dom, past abuse, past SA, desperation, piss kink/omorashi, edging, teasing, playful torture, top Kells, bottom Dom, dropped Dom, mentions of self harm, mentions of attempted suicide, (sounds heavy but it's a smutty chapter), orgasm denial, pressure, switching, horror movie play, sexting, improper use of a horror movie, mentions of bombs, mentions of assassination, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 Rating: explicit af

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🩷

Dominic barely held on until the credits rolled but he'd committed to watch a movie with his family and at some point he'd made an unspoken agreement to let himself be edged. He was still confused about when exactly he did that but he was drunk enough he wasn't surprised he missed something along the way. He was sweating, he was so worked up and bothered by multiple things. On one hand he had downed half a bottle of tequila and chased it with two cups of coffee and a bottle of water. His bladder was so full it was aching but it didn't matter, he'd been rock hard since the movie started and he was pretty sure his mate was trying to play with exposure therapy in the weirdest most fucked up way possible. Wasn't exactly out of the norm for them but still, he could tell the other man was in a mood.

At every worst, most bloody scene Colson would text him a picture of their sex or himself playing. Dom didn't even know he had such a backlog of nudes. The bastard kept teasing him about getting off on torture porn but he was the one causing it! The Alpha was far too sloshed for this shite.

The moment the credits rolled he tried to push himself up and over the arm of the couch but he got caught and fell to the ground. He enjoyed the sound of everyone giggling because it felt good natured even though he knew they were probably all still a little annoyed with him. “Careful baby boy.” His mate soothed and something went soft in his mind. He knew the other man was doing that on purpose- ‘baby’ was something he always called him but ‘baby boy' was to keep him down. Dom pulled himself up and did a little ‘ta-da’ motion to joke around before he turned to run to the bathroom. “Wait for me.” His lover added and he paused.

“I'm jus' going-”

“Wait. For. Me.” The boss’s voice came out more steady and demanding and the killer's feet froze. It didn't matter what he was ‘just’ doing, he wasn't permitted. It was that simple. His lip rolled between his fangs and he looked back at his omega who was taking his sweet ass time. He'd been holding their sleeping babe through the movie and he gently moved him to one arm and he eased himself to stand.

“Gimme. I'll watch him while you…” Blain started but cleared his throat.

Colson handed Punk over and smiled, kissing their older son on his forehead. “We're lucky to have you kiddo. Remind me to raise your allowance.” He teased and Dom snorted.

“But I already have an unlimited credit card?” The kid laughed and Kells nodded.

“Because all my bitches deserve the best.” He hummed as he met Dom and wrapped his arms around him, squeezing the poor Alpha’s stomach. The noise he made was music to Col’s ears and he hoped it set the precedence for the next hour or so. He was taking complete control and the other's torture was just beginning. He leaned down and whispered in his ear, making sure to brush his lips over the lobe. “When we get in that room I want you to strip and put a towel down on the floor. Kneel for me. Do not piss. You don't want to know what I'll do if you do.” His voice was already a growl and he was close enough to feel the killer shudder. He took a step back, put a happy smile on his face, and he slapped his lover's ass to get him moving. To everyone else it looked playful but the boy had to swallow a whine and pull his hoodie down over his crotch. It was hard enough Colson wondered if he made him leak.

Dom stumbled forward, every step felt awkward and off kilter. His body was shaking and he still felt fuzzy around the edges but bloody fuck he was aching for whatever Kells had in mind. The moment he entered their room he started stripping, he didn't even care if he heard the door shut or not. His hoodie fell to the floor, followed by his sweats and he made himself go to the closet to grab a towel. They were separate from their bathroom ones, thicker and more waterproof. Col had a number of things he didn't fully understand but he was happy to learn from his perfect teacher. Once he got back to the bedroom and had it unrolled he placed it on the floor next to the bed. He could feel the other man watching him, tracking his every move and it made everything feel hotter. More desperate. He tried even harder to make sure he did everything exactly right.

Colson closed the door behind him and he leaned against it as he watched his fiancé move. The killer had stripped down to his boxer briefs and his gorgeous ass was bouncing with every move. He could feel himself salivating at the sight and his desire for the boy but he needed to stay in control. He was throbbing hard in his shorts and dripping wet already. Dom might be easy for him but he was just as easy for his Alpha. He just had to cover it up a little more. His fingers didn't shake as he undressed but it was a near thing. He had to keep his breathing even and his hands calm. “You remember what else I said.” He huffed as he dropped his shirt and pushed down his shorts and underwear, his dick slapped his belly and covered his tats in precum. Fuck he was wet everywhere. “Leave the underwear.”

Dominic stopped with his fingers tucked into his briefs but when he started to pull his touch free his lover spoke again. “Pull the back down and get on your knees.” The Alpha blushed hot which so rarely happened but he was drunk, horny, and there was something so naughty feeling about his ass being bare for whatever the other wanted. He obeyed though, tugging the back down until his cheeks were free. His cock poked out the top in the front like it always did when he was hard and he knelt on his knees on the towel. “Tuck it back in.” It took the boy a moment to work out what the omega meant but he pushed his dick down until the fabric stretched to cover him. It looked a bit ridiculous and he knew the pair was probably no longer useful because it would be too stretched out, but as long as his mate was happy he didn't care.

Col could tell he had his partner confused but that was exactly what he needed. He needed him to obey no matter what and be the lost little lamb he appeared so often, ready for whatever his Daddy said next. Seeing the boy so broken down had stirred something inside the man and he needed to break him completely before putting him back together and sewing the pieces with his own soul. He'd glue him back together with his sweat and cum and slick. He felt primal and overwhelmed with the need for control. He didn't just want to see his bitch broken, he wanted to see him debased. He didn't know where it came from, he wasn't angry with Dom he didn't think. He just needed to prove he was owned and he wasn't allowed to leave. In any way, shape, or form.

“Wha’ now?” Dom asked sheepishly, his toes curling against the towel. His stomach hurt he needed to piss so bad but he was so turned-on he was aching. The pressure of his briefs felt almost too much and sweat was breaking out over his skin. He couldn't see his lover who was watching him from behind but he felt his foot when it pushed him forward. He fell a little too hard, even on his knees he was unsteady but he caught himself and leaned over on his elbows, clasping his hands together.

“Shut the fuck up.” Colson snapped. His eyes filled with hot tears. He hadn't thought he was still upset but before he could stop himself he was speaking again. His voice thready. “How fucking dare you. You almost left me. Us. You don't get to ask anything because you almost left me alone. You swear you were only trying to go up?” He asked, swallowing the pit in his throat.

“Y-yeah. I'm sorry luv.”

“Excuse me? What the fuck did you call me?”

“I'm sorry Daddy!” Dom called out as he felt his mate lay a hand in the middle of his back and push.

“Do you swear on me?” He asked again. He had to make sure.

“I- I- I weren't finking. I didn't mean… I don't know. I weren't finking. M’sorry. I jus' wanted to stop ‘urting and I fhought if I got away…” The killer trailed off. He was positive he wasn't actively trying to die in the moment but he wasn't thinking enough either. He didn't care for a minute what happened to him. It was a darkness different from all the others in his mind. It was the pitiful one that hid from his partner and cowered in the corner. It was one he could never conquer completely. He hated it. “I love you.” It was the only truth he knew for certain.

“Fuck you.” Kells pursed his lips and spat on his mate's ass before he ripped a pillow off their sofa and shoved it under Dom's belly. When he had it in place he pressed his hand back in the middle of the killer's spine and pushed. His bitch whimpered but he obeyed and let himself fall against the pillow. “Don't break.”

“Don't- wha’? Wha’ you mean?”

Colson huffed. It didn't feel like enough. He wanted to see his partner's face as he shattered. He stood up and kicked the cushion out from under the boy, smirking when Dom cursed. His lover was still too gone to catch himself and he wondered if he shouldn't just leave him wondering. Waiting. “On your back. Don't let go until I say you can. You don't want to piss me off more do you?”

“I didn't know you was pissed.” Dom grumbled but he obeyed, rolling over and letting his bare ass touch the cool cloth.

“Think you can take me dry?” Whatever answer Dom was about to give Col could feel it wouldn't be true. The Alpha wouldn't lie on purpose but he'd do anything to make Kells happy. He'd let himself be fucked bloody and thank him for it. As much as the omega wanted to see that… feel it… he didn't want him hurt that badly. Not when an idiot was after them. They didn't have the free time to relax, they had to be at the top of their game. They could still mess up and get hurt even by an ignorant fuckhead if they weren't careful. “Nah. Not dry. Not yet. I wanna hear you take me.” He purred, kneeling between his partner's legs.

Dom tried to focus his gaze but he was in that hazy space of drunkenness that felt sleepy and peaceful. He wanted to close his eyes and feel everything that Colson had planned for him but he knew he needed to be ready. He wasn't sure it was all going to be fun for him, not after what he did. Not with how he could tell the older man was feeling. He just watched as Col got closer, his hard cock brushing Dom's ass. He knew it wouldn't be that simple though.

Kells watched as his fiancé blinked slow and tried to focus on him but he smirked when he pressed his hands against Dom’s belly and that got the boy's attention. “Fuck Cols- nowaitwha’-” His voice was slurred and nervous and Colson couldn't help but chuckle. There was already a stain on his briefs from a dribble of piss or a smear of precum he wasn't sure and it didn't matter. Before long he'd see the killer more drenched than he always was.

The sound of Col spreading his wet thighs had Dom shaking more than he was at the pressure on his bladder but he did what he was supposed to and spread his own legs wider. His ass pressed down, his body searching for what he needed most, both to get away from the weight on his belly and get his partner's dick inside him. “Still. Shh, still for me. Good boy. How's that feel?” Kells asked as he pulled one hand free to reach for his own core and gather the slick he needed.

“‘Urts. Too much. Gonna- mmm-” Dom tried not to whine but he knew he was.

“It's supposed to. You'll piss when you're allowed. Not before.”

“Not um- baffroom?”

The smile on Col’s face spread wider and he laughed so dark it tickled over Dom’s skin and made him whimper. “You're not getting it baby boy. You pissed me off, so now…” He purred, pressing down on Dom’s stomach until a small golden squirt stained his briefs.

“Shouldn't you piss on me ‘en? Not me on… me?” It wasn't that he was ashamed, he rarely was. They just hadn't exactly tried the kink in that way before. He'd fucked Kells so good he showered them both in cum and piss but Dom had never… but if it made his mate happy.

“It's hurting you. It's making you desperate. It's making you fucking red you need to let go so bad. You're such a little bitch aren't you? Which do you need more?” Colson asked, fisting his own cock to coat himself in slick. He rubbed the head of himself against his lover's hole and watched him squirm a little more before he pressed harder against his belly. “Which do you need more?”

“Y-you! Ya cock! Please?” Even with the almost tearful answer the older man thought Dom might be wrong about that. His toes were curled and his nails were digging into the palms of his hands. He was covered in sweat and biting his lip bloody.

The first press inside had the omega sweating too, he hadn't worked Dom open and the Alpha was tight. The vise-like grip of his inner walls was hard to fight but he swore at one point as he sunk home he could feel his swollen bladder. Maybe it was just the pressure of his hand. He slipped in inch by inch and gave the other a moment to breathe occasionally. Somehow the killer got even more pink and clenched as he bottomed out but when Dom opened his eyes again they were red and his pupils were blown. That was how the dominant knew his bitch was still having fun, his body might show stress and pain but his gaze promised pleasure.

“More? M-more? Fuck me?” Dom tried not to beg but he couldn't help pleading a little. He needed to be railed hard enough to bruise. Bleed. He needed to feel punished and claimed and loved.

Colson wrapped his hands around his lover's sides, just above his plush hips. His thumbs kept pressure enough to keep that need high but it gave him a better grip to thrust. His own hips angled up, his dick searching out both the boy's spot and to add more strain. He never promised to make it easy on Dom.

“Good boy.” He growled low, his hips rocking as his hands worked their way down the boy's legs. He held tight to his ankles and pressed up, adding even more weight until tears welled in the Alpha's eyes and he squirmed.

“D-da-mmm Daddy! Too much! Please? I can't-” Dom fought his own body with every panted breath but he was starting to realize he wasn't set up to win this. Kells wanted to watch him break before he allowed. He wanted to make a mess of his lover.

“Not too much. You can take it. Doing so good for me.” The omega purred, his own need building with his pleasure. He knew he could get off like this but he also knew it wouldn't be enough. It was never enough until he was full to bursting with Dom's cum. But first…

“N-n- fuck!” Dom refused to say no because he didn't mean it. It was just his gut reaction from being made to wet himself. The pressure was too much though and he was close to breaking. Too close. Too-

Colson bucked forward and grinded his dick deep and he held his mate's legs down until that first golden splash broke free of the boy's control. A soft sob escaped the killer along with it but Kells watched rapt as first his black briefs were soaked and then as it started dripping over his pale pink belly. One of his hands left Dom's ankle and pressed around the head of his cock and he moaned with his fiancé as a river started pouring between his fingers. He couldn't even thrust anymore, he was too wrapped up and his bitch was clenching so hard trying to hold back more. He did what he could, rolling himself and making sure to hit everything that drove the boy wild but it was all second as he watched him break.

“Push yourself up.” He demanded and Dom’s hands slapped the towel under him to help lift his ass further in the air. The golden drops started spilling down his stomach, filling his belly button, and painting his chest. He had been so full that it felt like he would never stop and with the way Colson was watching him he didn't want it to. He felt worshiped in that moment and loved in a way he didn't think he could ask for. He was seen and desired and fully taken care of. It was a strange juxtaposition to be getting that for pissing himself but his mate was a special breed.

As the spill started to slow Col pulled out to the tip and slammed himself home again. It forced another spurt free but the next twitch of Dom's cock the gold turned to pearly white and the boy cried out with needy mewls as his pleasure hit. Kells felt his desperation build to a breaking point as the coil in his belly pulled tight. It promised it wouldn't be quenched without- “Fuck wha-” Dom whined as he felt his omega's cock slip free. He felt the loss but it only took a moment to realize what the other needed. His ass dropped back to the now wet towel and his shaking hand scrambled to tug his underwear down. He barely got himself free when Col crawled up and over him and that tight wet heat was sliding down on his cock. He thought he was lucky to get fucked but now the older man was breaking his threat about Dom not getting to use his dick. He was the luckiest Alpha alive and he damn well knew it.

Colson groaned at the warm wet press of Dom's piss drenched chest against his own. The slap of their skin felt electric. His cunt welcomed his mate instantly but he could already feel Dom's knot popping. He knew what he was getting switching mid-orgasm and it was exactly what he needed. “Fuck me.” He demanded as their lips slammed together and their fangs clinked. He was pretty sure he tasted blood but he wasn't sure who's. They'd both bitten their lips when they fell before.

The Alpha obeyed his mate yet again, his arms wrapping around his lover tight. He felt sloppy open and he was sure he was still cumming but he had to make his lover see heaven. His hips pumped up, his knot pulsing but Kells met him thrust for thrust. He felt himself slip inside once- twice- and their bodies locked together as Colson broke for him. Slick showered over him, joining the mess and he had to stop the older man from trying to keep going. He held him down, their hips rolling through their rapture, their lips meeting in needy kisses and teasing bites.

It wasn't where Col meant for them to end up, he wanted to dominate his partner but he felt so loved in his strong arms. He never felt complete until Dom was filling him full and he felt like after everything he could finally breathe. “If you ever-”

“I won't. I swear. M’yours.” The killer vowed.

“I'll kill you myself.” Colson promised back. He couldn't be without the other but that was too saccharine to say.

Dom grinned, flicking his tongue over the bloody place on his partner's lip. “Good. You better.” He would expect nothing less.

“We can face shit together or not at all. And I'm not doing this without you.” Oops. He swore the bastard's jizz always made him say the sweetest things. It wasn't him, it was the bonding hormones and mental chemicals. He wasn't gooey. His instincts were.

“I love you too.” Dom couldn't help the smile on his face, he was still too drunk and happy. He grinned wider when his omega beamed and shook his head with a laugh.

“Yeah yeah. You're still fucking smashed aren't you?” He teased back.

“Mmm aye. Very. Not done wiv yous yet.” The boy giggled but it broke off in groan when he felt another wave of pleasure roll through him.

“I can feel that.” Kells laughed back. Sure they had an idiot after them but they had hours yet before he expected an answer. Not only was Dom not done filling him but neither was done with the other. They were so wrapped up in each other they didn't notice the stranger's phone going off on the table. The idiot boy messaging them to count down. It didn't matter anyway, they both knew they'd figure out how to stop him, as long as they stayed together and trusted in each other.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 💛

Have some super naughty smut after all that plot 🤭 These boys are never done with each other. There might be a little more plot next but I'm sure they won't last long without needing each other again. After all, their cycles are coming soon 👀 Hope you're all still enjoying it! 🖤❤️‍🔥

[honks-n-stonks]

Hey which slugcat(s) would make the best monster hunters in your opinion

*cracks knuckles*

okay. okay okay. let's see here

this is assuming if they are/scaled up to be human size... I forgot how big the sluggies actually are in the grand scheme of things. Or how strong they actually are. But let's just assume they possess normal (Monster Hunter) human strength. To be honest, they could even be lynian (palico) size and STILL be effective. (See: MHGU Prowler mode)

Assuming they get appropriately geared up and know/learn how to use more complex weapons than spears (not to say monster-grade spears wouldn't be effective!) then here's my thought:

Artificer (explosives babyyy.), Hunter, and Spearmaster are the first ones that come to mind. I'd actually imagine Spearmaster to be a REALLY good fighter, since actively draining a monster's lifeforce could weaken and exhaust them, leading to an easier fight. Also: infinite spears!!! Artificer on the other hand. Well. 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

Arti would definitely be immune to blastblight, and being able to Explode on command (which can stun!!!!!) as well as produce bombs make them a VERY potent fighter, methinks. The hunger cost of making Bombs can easily be mitigated by quickly chowing down on rations and well-done steaks. It'd be funny, then, if in-game making a bomb would lower their maximum stamina until you eat something to replenish it... ALSO MAULING! in a worst case scenario I'd imagine them just launching themself onto a monster's head/weak point and just. Going ham. Though since monsters are usually heavily armored with their scales and whatnot, the effectiveness of this would highly vary.... DO NOT BRING THEM INTO UNDERWATER COMBAT OR AGAINST ELECTRIC ENEMIES THOUGH. what the fuck

DO bring Rivulet into underwater fights though! I don't exactly know how underwater combat fully works, but from what I gleamed there doesn't seem to be an air counter or whatever? So we could ignore that part...? But anyways! With their high agility and speed (especially on land) they'd also make a great fighter!

Gourmand would definitely be a powerhouse, but exhaustion could bite them in the ass (unfortunately literally) if they overexert themselves at a bad time... I'm not sure how that mechanic could transfer over in da Monsta Hunta style... though maybe dodge-rolling too much and charging up attacks could exhaust them? I'll have to mull over that 4 a bit... STILL! very strong.

Saint is. Well. Saint. sorry pal unless you do your freaky magic tricks i don't think we're taking this Yian Kut Ku down. BUT! toung :)))))) They could probably use it both for movement AND to bring items towards them? Their fragility and weakness, though.... They also wouldn't be a hunter at all, but hey! Fun hypothetical

Monk would probably be a Rider instead. Befriend and tame the monsters and fight alongside them..

And Survivor would just be Normal. I'm sorry little guy but you're the vanilla dude!!! the Wilson of the game!! Hunter would also be Normal but since they're stronger than Survivor they'd probably be a better fighter. I. I forgot if they have any other abilities to assist them in combat aside from carrying an extra spear. Honestly they just came into my mind first because of their name,,

sorry for kinda giving up near the end I realized this was getting Fucking Long and I haven't eaten at all. FUCK!!! So sorry if I got any details wrong or missed something in this not-so-quick-or-little thing. I tried to look at and read the wiki while writing this...

[deanwinchesterswitch]

The Girlfriend Who Remade Christmas

Part Four: Sweetest Things

Square: Christmas Cookies ~ @spnchristmasbingo

Song: You and Christmas Cookies ~ Kim Robins

Pairing: Dean x Nicole {Nico/Nic} OFC

Summary: Dean enjoys time spent with family, learns a new skill, and is reminded of how big of a tease his girlfriend can be.

Warnings: A teeny bit of angst at the beginning, FLUFF, sexually suggestive flirting, mild language, canon divergence

Word Count: 3,001

Beta: @princessmisery666. You're da bomb!

Credit: @talesmaniac89 made the gorgeous title card and divider

Series Master Post

Saturday morning, Nicole slips from their bed in the blue hour, leaving Dean to sleep. She meant what she said about him not joining them if he doesn’t want to, but after their talk a couple of evenings ago, she hopes with even more of her heart that he will. If he does decide to join in on the fun, it will most likely be under the pretense of making sure they are not destroying anything in his kitchen. She doesn’t expect him to do a complete one-eighty and become the epitome of holiday cheer, but she’s optimistic that spending some time with their found family will help to jump-start his spirits a bit.   

Quietly dressing in a plain white v-neck tee and her half of the set, she drapes Dean’s matching pajama bottoms over the back of the desk chair. Whether he will wear the new attire or not remains to be seen. Running a hand over the fabric, she reflects on their conversation.

After her hasty exit from the library, she’d gone to her studio to finish packaging the last of the orders, needing to ship them out before leaving on their trip. That’s where Dean had caught up to her. 

~~~~

“Hey, you alright?”

“Shit,” Nicole jolted, and the jewelry case tumbled to the floor as she brought a hand to her chest, the necklace gripped tight between her fingers.

“Sorry,” he exclaimed and picked up the box for her. “I did knock.”

“No. It’s alright. I was concentrating …” With the box back on the table, she placed the necklace inside and slipped the chain through the card tabs to hold it perfectly in place. “Of course.”  

“What?”

“I’ve tried for the past ten minutes to get that to lie flat, and the minute you …” She huffed, “Never mind,” and turned to face him. “You wanted to talk?”

“I came to see if you were okay.” 

“I’m fine. I wanted to get the last of these orders packed up so I could give my hunky boyfriend my full attention.”

“Nico …” He pressed his lips together, and his expressions warred between addressing her ‘hunky boyfriend’ comment and concern for her. Concern won out. “What was in the bag?”

Tears had begun to well, so she waved him off, “Nothing important,” and placed the necklace in its shipping box.

“Seemed like it was.”

The dimples of discontent made an appearance, and she’d dropped her head and rolled her lips between her teeth to contain the laugh that bubbled in her throat and dispelled the sadness. “I can get another one.” She’d loudly slapped a label on the package to distract from the intake of breath she’d taken before facing him again.

“Done!” The pursed lips and furrowed brow had let her know he was not impressed. Before he could continue to push the matter, she’d taken his hands in hers as she stepped closer and kissed the tip of his chin. “Do you want to talk here or in our room?”

Though he was the one who had asked to talk, it had taken some nudging to get him to share what he was feeling. As she sat on the bed, he sat in the desk chair—a beer held loosely in one hand while the fingers of the other flexed against his denim-clad thigh, a small tell, one he rarely showed. She urged him to join her on the bed when he made a joke that fell flat.

“It’s just the two of us, Dean. You know you can trust me.” With an arm thrown over her legs and head nestled in her lap, she’d combed her fingers through his hair. He took a couple of deep breaths, and with a calculated guess of where he was headed, she softly chided him. “No more jokes. Tell me what’s going on.”

He gripped her hand and tugged it from his hair to hold it against his chest, and though smothered in layers of fabric, she still felt the rapid thud of his heart. She remained silent, brought her other hand up, and brushed a lock of hair from his face. Knowing it soothed him, she began to card through his hair again.

“I- I feel kind of lost. You and Sam… you seem to have adjusted to the change. I’m not sure what to do with myself or where I fit anymore.”

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She’d felt crushed by his words, and the more he laid bare, the worse she felt. He needed her support, and she hadn’t been there for him. Still awake hours after Dean had fallen asleep in her arms, she rehashed everything he’d said. While her presumptions of the emotions he has been grappling with were fairly accurate, comprehending how deeply those struggles have affected him cut deep. She’s still furious with herself for not seeing it sooner.

Yet, no matter how much she wishes to, she can’t change the past. All she can do is move forward and find a way to help Dean do the same. She’s more confident than ever that the road trip is precisely what he needs. Out of the bunker and on the open road, they will have an opportunity to reconnect. Hopefully, what she has planned will help Dean find a new perspective. She can’t choose for him, but she will do her damnedest to help him find a path, a purpose in this new life of theirs, that will make him happy and feel fulfilled.

Yesterday, he declined her offer to go into town with her and grab lunch after running some errands. He told her he wanted to finish reading a book she knew he’d read at least twice before but would meet her for dinner at Las Canteras. The excitement of having her favorite meal at her favorite restaurant with her favorite person in the whole universe sidetracked any questions she had about what he was actually going to be doing.

Hearing a soft snore, she turns and smiles. Lying on his stomach, he has one arm shoved under his pillow while the other is twisted behind his back. It looks uncomfortable, but she has seen him sleep in worse positions. Knowing he’s naked beneath the sheet covering his lower half makes it difficult to leave the room, but she finally tears herself away, softly closing the door behind her. There’s a lot of prep work to be done before everyone arrives.

Sam must have just headed out for his run as the smell of coffee greets her when she steps down into the galley, and she silently thanks him for making a pot of the life-affirming brew. She’s still surprised by how actively involved Sam has been regarding her holiday plans and makes a mental note to ask him if it has anything to do with his new relationship. 

Before she left yesterday morning, Sam helped her set up several folding tables in the hallways outside the kitchen. They will need way more surface space and seating than the modest kitchen offers. One set is for the decorating station, and the other is for the packaging station. Everyone will be getting a treat bag to take home. At her request, he’d hung a couple of temporary cordless speakers from the ceiling while she and Dean were at dinner. She wants to be able to play music to help keep things upbeat and fun and already has a playlist saved on her phone.

Dean shuffles in a couple of hours later, grunting, “Morning,” squeezing her hip as he passes behind her, making a beeline to the coffee machine. A huge grin splits her face, seeing that he’s wearing the new pajama bottoms. He’s also chosen to wear a white t-shirt, and the material pulls taut across his broad shoulders as he reaches for his coffee cup. Replying with a simple “morning” in return before biting into her bottom lip to keep any naughty comments in check, she opens the fridge to pull out ingredients for his breakfast. He’ll let her know when he’s ready for conversation.

Swiveling in the seat when she places the heaping plate of food in front of him, he pulls her into his lap. “Smells like a bakery in here. Aren’t we baking cookies together?”

She contentedly snuggles into him, slipping an arm around his back and laying her head on his shoulder. “We don’t have a lot of oven space, so I made the sugar cookies and gingerbread. That way, the kids will have something to keep them occupied. They can decorate those while we work on other goodies.”

“Always thinking ahead. That’s my girl.” The deeper rasp of his morning voice and the low chuckle warm her from the inside, and she kisses his neck. “Organizer extraordinaire.”

“Yeah, well, there are going to be a lot of bodies in a small space. You’ll be glad for my planning skills when you don’t have to corral those little cuties all day.”

“Oh, I adore your detailed-obsessed brain, but a bit of spontaneity never hurts.” She shifts in his lap, and he forestalls any forthcoming debate from her by asking, “Did you know Donna’s going to teach me how to make donuts?” before shoving an entire strip of bacon in his mouth.

”I did.”

“Hmpf. I thought she was asking so she could bring me food, not because she was going to put me to work.”

“Well,” she runs a hand over his chest, “once you learn the basics, you can start trying different flavor combos. Create a Dean Winchester Special?”

He nods, contemplating her suggestion as he swallows a bite of eggs. “Maybe. When’s everyone supposed to be here?”

Lightly grabbing his wrist, she twists it to read his watch. “They’ll probably start trickling in, in about thirty minutes or so. We aren’t officially starting until ten, though. That way, everyone has time to get settled and get greetings out of the way. Remember, you’re all meeting Stacey for the first time, too.”

A grunt is his only response as he continues to dig into his food. She pinches a bit of fabric between her fingers and gently tugs, pulling it away from his thigh. Tilting her head to look at him, she gives him a heartfelt smile. ”You didn’t have to wear these, you know.”

“I wanted to. You’re right. They are soft.” He shrugs. “And they have pockets.”

“Of course, they have pockets. What good are pants without pockets?”

“They’re pajamas.”

“So?”

Shaking his head, he smiles wide and kisses her forehead with syrup-sticky lips. “Oops, sorry.”

Nic squeals when he licks at her flesh to try and remove the sugary goo, slapping his chest when he chuckles.

“Ewww!” They both startle, hearing Sam’s groan of disapproval. “You two are disgusting.”

Nic slithers off Dean’s lap, leaning back down as she turns. Instead of kissing him, she slowly slides her tongue over his lips and exclaims, “Yum!” winking as she straightens.

Dean roars with laughter, Nic giggles, and Sam grumbles, “It’s too early for this crap. I’m gonna go take a shower.”

Watching Sam’s hasty departure, Nic lets the happiness in her heart seep through her veins and settle in her soul. Hands framing his face, she leans in to give Dean a proper kiss, only pulling away when her phone loudly vibrates on the metal island.

It’s late afternoon, and Nic’s cheeks hurt from smiling. The day has been filled with laughter and love. Everyone welcomed Stacey with open arms, and Nicole was happy to see her new friend comfortable and relaxed amongst the good-natured but sometimes overbearing throng of hunters. The twins are napping in one of the spare rooms, and Alex, Claire, and Gertie have taken Miracle out for a walk. 

Sam throws an arm over Nic’s shoulders as he steps up beside her. “Gonna take your advice.”

“About?” she asks, curiously looking up to see a sly smile and apprehensive eyes.

“Gonna show Stacey around the bunker after everyone leaves. Explain exactly what our lives entail.”

Giddily wrapping her arms around his waist in a tight hug, she exclaims, “I’m so happy for you.”

“Yeah, well, we’ll see how it goes,” he mutters, voice laced with doubt as he stares at his feet.

“It’s going to work out, Sam. I know it.”

He squeezes her back and then wanders over to wrap an arm around Stacey and pull her into his side. The adoring look they give each other makes Nic’s heart nearly burst. The answer to her question about his involvement in the festivities is playing out right in front of her. If she could, she’d hold a mirror up to Sam to show him it’s as sickly sweet as she and Dean in the kitchen earlier. 

Now, looking around the room at her family and friends, she can’t help but feel blessed. Eyes landing on Dean, her smile grows impossibly wider. He and Donna had just finished frying up their last batch of donuts which, were cooling on one of the tables in the hall, waiting to be frosted. Leaning against the door frame, his eyes roam over the people in the room, lingering for a moment on each one. Arms loosely crossed over his chest, he wears a genuine smile. Not the one he plasters on pretending to be happy while attempting to shove down a shit ton of pain and emotional trauma. The eye crinkles and full-body laugh made several appearances today, but there’s a tenseness lingering in his shoulders.

Pulling her phone out, she snaps a quick picture of him before switching the song on the playlist. When his gaze catches hers, he winks, and she blows him a kiss. Catching the change, Dean blinks, eyebrows popping up before furrowing as he listens to the new tune. The look of confusion as he tilts his head and his lush pink lips parting around a silent ‘what’ is adorable. A sexier, more enchanting specimen of humankind has never been created.

Dean’s eyes stay glued on her as she sashays her way over to him, snatching a snickerdoodle from a tray as she passes. He turns to the side as she takes the step up to him. With a small gyration of her hips, she grips his wrists, pulls his muscular arms around her, and rests her hands on his biceps, careful not to drop the cookie. 

Large, warm hands rest on the small of her back, and a cheeky grin curls his lips. “I thought you hated country music.”

“I do, but …” The steel guitar transitions into the final verse, and grinning, she sings along. 

Well, I don’t need Santa to bring me nothing; all I need is your kissin’ and a huggin’; sure could use some kissin’ and a huggin’ now. 

Wriggling against him, she puts a little extra twang into her voice, feeling the muscles beneath her hands loosen and relax.

You and Christmas cookies are the sweetest things around. You and Christmas cookies are the sweetest things in town.

Dean growls when she licks the cinnamon sugar from her lips after taking a large bite out of the sweet confection she holds. He pulls her closer, letting her feel what her little show has instigated. Eyes focused on her mouth, he ducks his head, but she pushes the rest of the cookie between his parted lips before he can connect with hers. 

“We have company,” she teasingly chides.

“They won’t miss us,” he mumbles around the mouthful of cookie. Hands now squeezing the globes of her ass, he quickly swallows the food and gives her a hungry kiss. Snickers and jeers fill the room, along with a shout to get a room. They each laugh into the kiss as they simultaneously flip off their loved ones surrounding them.

Sam and Stacey are packaging cookies at one of the tables in the hallway behind them, and as she and Dean finally pull apart, Nic hears Stacey quietly ask Sam, “Are they always like this?”

“Unfortunately, yes,” Sam grouses in response.

“I think it’s sweet,” Stacey sighs.

Winking at Dean, Nic places a hand on his chest. “Would you mind going to pick up lunch?”

“You coming with?” Thick pink tongue wetting his lips, followed by the scrape of glistening white teeth over his bottom lip, desire dripping from his voice like warm molasses, sends her pulse skittering. He glances over her shoulder, then leans in to husk conspiratorially, “We could sneak in a quickie in the car.” 

“No can do, buckaroo,” she hums in response, attempting to keep her own desire in check. “I promised Alex and Claire I would show them how to make gingersnaps.”

He groans softly against the side of her face, “You just gonna leave me hanging?” 

She nips his ear and giggles, “Doesn’t really feel like it’s hanging,” resisting the urge to cup his sac. Her antics may have backfired on her, though. He chuckles as she squirms against him, and she hates that he knows.  

“Problem, gorgeous?”

“No problem at all, handsome,” she purrs, licking along the thick muscle of his neck to try and keep the upper hand.

“Son of a-”

Sam clears his throat, and Nic ends their heated whispered conversation with a quick peck to Dean’s cheek, stepping back out of his embrace. Dean’s hands tighten on her waist before she can escape entirely, and he dips to give her a final fervent kiss, slapping her ass, before releasing her when she squeaks in surprise.

“Where’d you order from?” he calls over his shoulder.

“Cornerstone,” she hollers at his retreating back. “Thank you! I promise I’ll make it worth the wait.”

The group in the kitchen breaks into laughter and applause; Sam sputters, Stacey chuckles, and Dean stops dead in his tracks before shaking his head and continuing down the hallway without a word. Nicole licks her lips, tilting her head to watch thick, meaty thighs and beautiful bowed legs saunter away.

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[despairforme]

any quincy, shinigami, or vizard you’d fuck ?

❝ Well SHIT, how am I supposed 'ta remember 'da names 'a all'a these people I've met? ❞ That was a REALLY tall order. It was true that whenever Nnoitra met someone, his brain automatically ranked them on how fuckable they were. That always happened even before he assessed how strong they were, and how much effort it would require to kill them. After that, he would subconsiously decide if he'd rather fuck them or kill them. ❝ I think I've only met three Quincy. Of course 'da first one I remember 's that blondie guy. Ya seen him, yeah? He looks real good, who wouldn't fuck him? Then there 's that bomb-chick. Her tits are kinda small, but I'd still do her. Then I met Quilge, and I'mma pass. ❞ For obvious reasons. Those were the three quincy he had met. There might be others, but if there were, the exchange had been so brief that he didn't remember.

❝ I've met a ton 'a Shinigami. ❞ He tried to think of the best looking ones. ❝ That lieutenant chick with 'da huge tits. I'd fuck her any day. ❞ She was in the 10th division, or something like that, if he remembered correctly. She was hot. Who else... He'd definitely fuck Aizen, Tousen and Ichimaru, but not because they were hot, but because he'd love to put someone who thought themselves as his ' superior ' in their place. Fuck those guys. Literally. There was Kira and Hinamori, but Nnoitra found both to be annoying as fuck, so unless he was really horny, he'd prefer to just kill them without putting his dick in them first. Maybe. ❝ It would be fun 'ta try one 'a 'da 69 guys. Yanno, 'da ones with 'da funny tattoos? ❞ One was black haired and one was white haired ( though Nnoitra had only met the former ). Honestly, there were so many Shinigami he could list. He didn't think there was anyone who he wouldn't fuck. He was not picky, and most Shinigami had good looks. Sure, some dudes were a little on the feminine side (not Nnoitra's favorite trope), and some chicks had too small boobs (again, not his favorite), but sex would still feel good.

As for Vizards? ❝ I think I only met three? 'Da lil chick who looks like a guy. I guess I'd fuck her, if I couldn't make up my mind whether I wanna fuck a dude or a chick. 'N then there 's that blondie guy with 'da teeth who looks like me. Of course I'd fuck him. ❞ That could be fun. ❝ 'N another blondie guy... Rose. ❞ He had an easy name that Nnoitra actually remembered. ❝ Sure, why not? ❞

[madraleen]

Bungo Stray Dogs - Kafka Asagiri/Sango Harukawa Volume 1: An Introductory Commentary Or: The One Where I Slowly Lose My Mind Over Dazai's Character Design (*anime spoilers)

-going into the manga and having glimpsed at a few panels here and there, i have two questions re: the characters: 1) will i even recognize them visually??? 2) will we get along, manga babies? i wonder. (*my affection for an anime doesn't automatically transfer to the manga and vice versa. they work as separate entities)

-"my name is atsushi, and certain circumstances have left me at death's door." i laughed.

-still on atsushi, he's very compelling. even if i didn't know him, it's one of those manga openings that would make me pay attention.

-yeah no, i would absolutely not recognize dazai if it weren't for his clothes. how is he so different in the anime? this will be interesting.

-ah, yes, "you stupid oaf." kunikida's love language

-oh thank god, the translation keeps the honorifics.

-you just want to pet atsushi's little head, he's so baby

-the fact that atsushi tries to CRAWL out of the teahouse (or walk in all fours if you will, like oh i don't know, a tiger)

-don't point at people, dazai, you're scary as it is

-no, seriously though, how did we get from manga dazai to anime dazai design-wise? like, kunikida and atsushi ARE kunikida and atsushi. dazai is not.

-atsushi just trauma dumping right and left. i love him.

-dazai: "i find no joy in embracing other men." also dazai in dead apple: "here, chuuya, rest on my crotch will i hold your head protectively."

-i'm only on ch1, but i don't find manga dazai having the charm of anime dazai, which is SO INTERESTING TO ME! i love it when the anime and the manga are basically the same but basically different! i wonder, would i even like him if i'd read the manga first?? will i grow to like him?? SO MANY QUESTIONS, i love it.

-atsushi is adorable. he's the most expressive, that's why i like him.

-"you sorry waste of good bandages." yes yes, kunikida's love language

-"i am lying, but..." ehe. mamoru miyano's delivery of "uso da kedo" is one of my favorite line deliveries ever, and this transfers in the manga 'cause i am reading in the cast's voices

-AHAHA tanizaki in his bomber era! give the man an oscar, smh

-ah, there's that dazai grin :D

-i know why dazai confuses me. because his face is drawn with noticeably less details than most of the other faces. or maybe it's just his hair? it could be just his hair that's not textured, actually. huh? is it that?!

-atsushi covering the bomb with his body actually surprised dazai and anything that surprises dazai gets brownie points, good job jinko.

-I'LL JUST SAY IT, dazai isn't drawn very consistently. those neck bandages keep coming and going, to begin with. there. i said it. blasphemy.

-atsushi is adorable, i want to pinch his lil cheeks. it's alright, bb, these will become your people, they're not as scary as they seem

-AKUTAGAWAAA

-IS dazai so different from the anime or am i confused by the black hair? 'cause the more i read, the more i go, "oh yeah, that's dazai." am i getting used to the design or is it just the black hair, i don't understand. either way, i’ve reached "i want to protect dazai from everything that hurts him including from himself (mainly from himself), but also, i want to slap him around like kunikida does" territory, which is a fair dazai assessment i think

-i find it incredibly cool that higuchi ties up her hair before she starts to fight. incredibly cool.

-oh, the butts-up pose is an anime thing?

-tanizaki, in training for murder since volume 1. with his bare hands no less.

-yeah, i don't know how it'll go in the manga, but in the anime akutagawa coughed A LOT in the beginning, and then he just stopped.

-the angles on akutagawa's panels, they make him look so deranged :D

-akutagawa's face is fascinating

-akutagawa: a feral mafia dog. a ruthless killer. a merciless predator akutagawa with dazai: a kitten.

-where do these people live though, the ada people? do they all live in agency dorms, do they have apartments somewhere? i need to know.

-is "man-tiger" jinko? anime's "were-tiger"? yeah.

-oh! postscript from the characters! ah! fun! PLEASE LET IT CONTINUE

-BANDAGED DAZAI LIKE A HALF-BAKED MUMMY! ATSUSHI OMG

[ellitx]

Beguilement | Albedo x Reader

Klee asks for Albedo’s help to make bombs with her.

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           “What are you doing?”

            Albedo peered at you from the corner of his eyes, raising an eyebrow why you were holding his cheek. His work ceased when he felt your warm hand touched his face, bringing down the papers on the desk.

            “What am I doing?” You echoed with a slight tilt of your head. “I’m checking if you’re okay. You’re overworking yourself again.” You sighed, placing your hands on your hips. 

            “I’m not.”

           He latched his gloved hand on yours and bring it down back to your side. “Hm…” Your [eye color] eyes had a tint of a doubtful frown as you pout. Seeing the Chief Alchemist stuck in his research lab worried you. It’s been a while since you’ve last seen him and that’s why you’re here today.

            He didn’t mind when you waltzed in suddenly while he was mixing different kinds of herbs. He knew you wouldn’t cause a ruckus inside considering how dangerous his and Sucrose’s works are.

            “Klee really wanted to play with you, you know.” You started and took a sit on a nearby chair in his workshop. 

            “And so are you.” He placed back the various types of equipment to their rightful place and chuckled when he noticed your cheeks reddened. 

            “I—!”

            “Albedo!!” The door slammed open surprising the two teens. The said male felt someone glomped onto his leg. He looked down and saw the Spark Knight wrapped her little arms on his leg so tightly, her ruby eyes scintillating so brightly that was donned with a big grin.

            “I saw the sign wasn’t in your door anymore!! Does that mean you’ll play with Klee?!”

            Albedo rested his hand on the top of her head but threw a confused glimpse at her. He’s a hundred percent sure last time he checked, the “Experiment in Progress” sign was still hanging to let everyone know he’s busy.

            His aquamarine eyes landed on you who was innocently reading his notes, awing at his written discoveries and sketches of a place you've never seen before. His fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, heaving a sigh. The Kreideprinz knelt down before Klee and ruffled her big red hat whose eyes were bright as the sun and smile so innocent.

            “Yes. My research is almost done so might as well take a break.”

            Your ears perked up at his words and lifted your head away from the notebook. “If that’s so, then I wanna make more bombs with you!!” The child tugged his lab coat and pulled him to the table, laying her hefty backpack on the chair. 

            She let out her collection of bombs to the Chief Alchemist and stretched her arms to showcase her invention. “Ta-da!! I tried to make a different Jumpty Dumpty!” Albedo placed his fingers on his chin as he inspected the object.

            You peered over his shoulder and eyes glimmered admiring the cute little red bunny device. “Woah!! This one seems different from your usual Jumpty Dumpty, Klee!” You leaned against him to get a closer look. 

            The blonde child giggled but let out a yelp when she felt that her feet weren’t touching the ground. Her small hands were now laying on your shoulder as you carry her small stature in your arms.

            The Alchemist’s focus was now on the timer hidden behind Jumpty Dumpty, surprising him. “It’s dangerous if we keep the bombs here. How about we go to Stormterror’s Lair to test it out?” His suggestion made the two girls looked at him with sparkling eyes and nodded eagerly.

            You put down Klee and helped her pack her stuff back inside her backpack. Both of you were chanting happily making the corner of his lips tugged upwards at the adorable scene. 

            “Well then,” He said, taking their attention. “Let’s get going.”

            Before Master Jean scolds us. He said to himself, sweat dropping.

            Both of you threw your arms in the air to cheer. Before you head off, you hung the strap of Klee’s bag on your shoulder and patiently waited for her to come to your side. She clutched your hand a bit tightly but one that won’t hurt you.

            Albedo took his own satchel and kept his notebook and some other materials needed in their experiment. He left a little note for Sucrose, letting her know he’ll be away for a while in case she goes looking for him. 

            Once he was ready, the two girls were already outside the room sticking around until he appears. Klee beamed in delight and grabbed his hand tugging both of you together. She was in the middle while you and Albedo were by her side.

            She started humming joyfully and marched towards the exit. 

            “Klee, Albedo, [Name], and Dodoco are off to Stormterror’s Lair!!” You chuckled at her cute declaration whilst she swung both of yours and Albedo’s arms, sauntering to the old ruins to do the experiments.

  —

             “We can try using flaming flower stamen.”

            “Oh, you mean those burning flowers?”

            Albedo nodded as he tinkered with the Jumpty Dumpties, and letting out the contents carefully on the cloth. 

            “There are few scattered around here, so it’ll be no problem for us to find one.” He lifted up his goggles, placing them atop of his head. 

            “Oh! Klee knows all the locations!!” The said girl jumped from her sitting position, raising her hand like how a student wants to be called by their teacher. “There are few around the lair and some almost at the end!”

            “Waaah!! That’s Klee for you!!” You praised her as you pat her head fondly. She giggled hearing your flattery and clasped your hand with hers. “I’ll go look with big sis [Name]!”

            “Ah, wait—!” But before the Chalk Prince can stop them, both of you were already running carelessly in search of the flaming flowers. He sighed in defeat and continued tinkering with the gadgets.

            Not even a minute later, he heard a loud KABOOM and the cries of the hilichurls in the distance. Several monsters flew in the air and slowly dropped onto the ground while some slimes were running for their lives.

            Thank goodness your vision wasn’t Electro or else the elemental reactions between yours and Klee’s attacks will cause massive damage to the ancient city.

            Sighing for the umpteenth time, his focus went back on dabbling with the bomb, pretending he wasn’t involved with their mischievousness.

  —

             “Oh! We should bring some bone samples for Sucrose for her research!” You exclaimed, watching the hilichurls’ bodies disintegrate in the thin air. You picked up the arrowheads and some horns from the ground left by the monsters.

            “Klee will gladly help big sis!” Your shoulders shake with laughter and ruffled her hair. “And I’ll happily accept your offer~”

            “I think she’ll accept anything as long as their bones, right? I did see some of her collections…” You muttered to yourself as you looked around the area to find anything interesting. 

            “Does fish blasting work as well to find bones?” Klee questioned innocently whilst holding her Jumpty Dumpties in her hands ready to throw them away. “No, Klee. Fish blasting is not good. If Master Jean caught us, you’ll be confined again!”

            “B-but… I’m sorry… Please don’t get mad at Klee.” She clamped her hands behind her back, eyes cast downwards turning glossy. Your heartstrings tugged and felt like an arrow pierce right through you, immediately feeling guilty at your words. 

            “Ah… Klee, I’m not mad! I was… I was worried about you, that’s all.” You raised her and carried the little girl between your arms and nuzzled your noses together. Her ruby eyes brightened up and giggled, slithering her arms around your neck to hug closer.

            “I can’t bring myself to get angry at you and Dodoco! I cherish both of you!” 

                      “Is big sis [Name] saying she loves me and Dodoco?” 

            “Absolutely!” You puffed your chest like a proud mom and rested one hand on your hips.

            “Klee and Dodoco love you too!!” 

            The two of you shared a few laughter and wholesome moment. From the corner of your eyes, a camp of hilichurls spotted you both, ready to attack. You shared a glance with the Spark Knight then smiled, sharing the same ideas. 

            “Hilichurl bones would be a good sample for Sucrose’s research!”

  —

             The Chief Alchemist was busy gathering glands from the frogs, carefully extracting the mucous from them. Others would be grossed out seeing this, but for him— it’s almost like an everyday habit for him to perform this.

            He became inquisitive and wondered where you and Klee are. You were just going to gather a few flaming flower stamens, why are you taking so long? 

            Too distracted from his concern for your state as well as Klee’s, he didn’t notice a figure creeping behind him. Albedo’s perception then blackened and a shiver ran down his spine when he felt something blew on his ears and whispered. 

            “Guess who’s back?”

            His fingers wrapped around your wrist and gently pulled down your hand back to your side. His eyes were met with your own [eye color] gems as you smiled down at him. 

            “You’re finally back.”

            “Bzz! Wrong!” Your arms formed an X, indicating his incorrect answer. The Chief Alchemist snorted at your childish antics, failing to see the Pyro-vision user jumped on him.

            “Albedo, Albedo!! We brought the flaming flowers! Oh, and we also got these!!” The child poured out all the contents inside her bag and showed them to him like she won the biggest prize. Various materials were scattered all over the ground; masks, horns, arrowheads, scrolls, and a bone…?

            “So that’s why both of you haven’t come back for a while.” He observed the items gathered together and nodded to himself. He didn’t dare questioned them what and why were there cartilages included. 

            His eyes caught onto the flaming flower stamen. The cores were still emitting heat even though it was already extinguished. This can be a good time to create a flaming essential oil. The needed ingredients were already here, all he needed to do was to create it using alchemy.

            Good thing they don’t need to come back to Mondstadt just to make a simple potion, as long as the Chief Alchemist is with you, he can create anything. He put out a portable alchemic table— one of his inventions— and commenced to perform his alchemy.

            You and Klee watched him crushed the stamen until it turned to small particles. He then poured the extracted frog’s gland and mixed it together. The scent was odd and strong making you almost puke. How in the world can this man handle the smell?!

            Klee almost looked like she was about to faint as she held on to your coat to maintain balance. Albedo apologized and told you you can take the mint grass inside his satchel to get rid of the smell. 

            Wow, he’s already prepared…

            It brought a smile to your face at the thought of it. You rummaged inside his bag and saw the mints were kept inside the ziplock pouch. You motioned for the little girl to come with you, straying away from the Kreideprinz’s works as to not ruin it, and opened the pouch letting the cool smell waft around you.

            You both breathed a sigh at the refreshing air, forgetting the awful smell that lingered inside you minutes ago. Albedo was already done making the essential oil and attentively spewed the liquid in one of Klee’s bombs.

            A small smoke emitted from it and he cautiously set the cover back to its place. 

            “Is it done?” You asked. The male shook his head and threw the device at an empty area to see the result. He told you to stay back as he used his geo skill to cast a shield to all of you. A sound of a clock ticking can be heard from it and the three of you patiently waited for the outcome yet nothing happened.

            “Did it fail…?” Your question was answered when you sensed the ground shook and a massive outburst greeted your view. Your mouth gaped open in shock and awe, watching many sparks flew in the air almost resembling fireworks during Ludi Harpastum Festival.

            Klee was the one who’s more amazed than you, her eyes wide open and crimson orbs sparkling in admiration at the tremendous explosion. 

            “Waah!! Klee has never created a big kaboom like this in her entire life!!” She faced Albedo and tugged his coat repeatedly. “Can you please teach Klee how to make that? Please please please pleeease with a cherry on top?”

            The male furrowed his brows, slightly troubled whether he should accept it or not. He was quiet for a while, still contemplating his decision. His eyes darted to where you were standing to ask for help but when he turned around, you were gone. 

            In his rear vision, he noticed you used your elemental skill to stamped out the burning grass. His face paled and heart raced when you knelt down and slowly approached the small remains from the bomb to touch it.

            Albedo immediately dashed towards you and extended his arm to reach for you. He screamed your name so loudly surprising you. You felt your hand heating up and your instincts kicked in telling you to run away, but even if you do so, a bright light has already blinded your eyes and ears ringing from the loudness of the bomb’s blast.

  —

             “What are you doing?”

            You peered at the male from the corner of your eyes, raising an eyebrow why he was holding your cheek. Your hands stopped midway from the plate when you felt his warm hand touched your face, bringing down the spoon on the table.

            “What am I doing?” He echoed with a slight tilt of his head. “I’m checking if you’re okay. Your face is red again.” He sighed and took out a thermometer to check the reading. 

            “I’m not!” 

            You latched your hand on his and bring it down back to his side. “Hm…” His turquoise eyes had a tint of a doubtful frown as he sighed. For some reason, this brought a sense of deja vu to him.

            Your behavior was odd after the explosion incident. You’ve been so cold towards him, making him slightly worried. He knows it was his fault that caused you like this, but he didn’t expect you’ve been so hostile to him these past few days.

            It’s like a sudden switch of personality.

            Every time he checks up on you, you just puffed your cheeks and turn your head. He asked the other Knights of Favonius about your condition and all they said was you were perfectly fine.

            How is this perfectly fine?!

            “[Name]!!” The door slammed open surprising the two teens. The said female felt someone jumped onto her bed, making her stomach hurt at the sudden weight. “Klee is so worried about big sis! When I heard you were sick, Dodoco and I were going to give you gifts! Klee thought you were fine yesterday. Diona even said she saw you going to the plaza—“

            “A-Ah— you and Dodoco brought me gifts? That’s so sweet of you! Ahaha..” Your nervous chuckle made the Chief Alchemist raised his brow at you in suspicion. You were fidgeting underneath the bedsheets and avoiding not looking at him in the eye.

            “Klee, what did Diona said about [Name]?” The girl’s attention went to him before she could rummage inside her bag. “She said that she saw big sis walking around the plaza!”

            “K-Klee!!” Your face flushed even more than before. You were stammering so much and you felt like the world was spinning around. 

            Albedo wanted to confirm his suspicions, and so he kept on pushing questions at the little girl, ignoring your attempts to shush him.

            “What kind of gifts are you going to give to her?”

            His question quickly made you sat up and threw your pillow to his face. “Th-that’s none of your concern!! It’s something private okay?!”

            “[Name] told me if I can give her the bombs you made to me. I tried to copy what you did and she seems satisfied with it!”

            Your hands were flailing in the air, not knowing whether you should continue pressing the pillow on Albedo’s face or to cover your face in embarrassment. You didn’t want to clasp your hands on Klee’s mouth to silence her, she might get hurt from your sudden actions!

            Bombs? What is she going to do with those?

            He snapped out from his train of thoughts then eyed you conscientiously. His brain connected the pieces of information together. The heat from your body, the smell of the mint grasses, and a faint of ash from it made sense. Especially how your body temperature dropped all of a sudden.

            He grabbed your wrist and intertwined your fingers together as he pressed his forehead with yours. The close proximity between you two made your head go blank and your attention was solely on his eyes, mesmerized by their colors.

            Klee naively looked at you two with a curious gaze.

            Your body heat skyrocketed and your lips quavered after his words reached your ears.

            “You know, you could’ve just told me you wanted me to take care of you instead of putting an effort to do this.”

            Your shoulders shook in aggravation and embarrassment, smothering him with the pillows to shut him up.

            “I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you!!!”

            Albedo just let your antics be, not bothered by the fact you’re slapping the pillow on him each word escaped from your lips. 

         His lips tugged upwards thinking he caught your trickeries once again.

 reader was pretending she's sick just so he can take care of her lol           

[earnestly-endlessly]

Cherik angst!

Ooooh the angst!! The cherik fandom has an abundance of angst fics and I could probably make a list of hundred fics to recommend, but these are some of my favourite angsty cherik fics. I should warn you though, some of these require tissues.

Cherik Angst

Everyday Love in Stockholm – tahariel

Summary: Magneto is the ruler of the posthuman world.

His only secret? Charles Xavier, the human he's kept locked in his bedroom ever since his right-hand woman, Mystique, came to him pleading for mercy for her stepbrother, who accepted her mutant form and protected her as a child. The human he started fucking after Mystique was killed in battle, despite the guilt he feels at contaminating even this last promise to the woman who was integral to his life's work and happiness.

Boden’s Mate – kaydeefalls

Summary: "Shaw has information that we need, and we need him alive to extract it," Moira says, and there it is: the job is on the table. Extraction.

XMFC/Inception fusion AU. Erik is an extractor, Alex is his point man. They're assembling a team to go after the most dangerous mind in dreamsharing: Sebastian Shaw. But unless Alex and the team can keep him in check, Erik's desire for vengeance might just rip the whole job apart around them -- and then there's the shade that haunts his dreams...

Ritual Self-Torture – TurtleTotem

Summary: Shaw is King, Charles is his royal consort and Erik is a Knight/Lord. Shaw is sterile but his kingdom can't find out, so he asks Erik to impregnate Charles.

He doesn't know Erik and Charles are in love.

The Winter of Banked Fires – Yahtzee

Summary: Charles Xavier has returned from the dead -- but is lost within his own mind. Rogue has cast aside her own power and doesn't know where she fits in the world any longer. The production of synthetic Cure means mutantkind itself is newly at risk. And Magneto, turned human against his will, is in despair until the day he feels a familiar consciousness tugging at his own

Us – Pangea

Summary: “Charles,” Erik says, and if his voice hits a pleading note then who can really blame him, “Charles, it’s me.”

It takes several longer moments before Charles musters up the strength to answer, breath stuttering horribly as he tries to breathe. He’s shaking, entire body trembling.

“Erik,” Charles says, his voice cracking, “Erik, I want to die.”

Enigma – Yahtzee

Summary: Erik dies, or finds a reversey-time mutant, or a magical time travelling device, and wakes up in the past. This time, though, it's before he ever met Charles - in fact, it's before his mother died.

He can save his mother that one time (thanks to his mastery over powers carrying back), but what does Erik do after that? Does he stick around, or escape and run to find Charles again (and hope everything doesn't go wrong)?

By Faint Indirections – kianspo

Summary: Erik is in his ~50s, and lonely and bitter. He survived the Holocaust and was only ~14 when the war ended; and even ~40 years later, living in a country that helped to end WW2 and the Third Reich, homosexuality is still a taboo topic. Then one day, he stumbles over Charles, who is young(early 20s) and bright and smart and cheeky and full of energy and beautiful. And moving in the same street where Erik lives.

Lonesome on the Shelf – ikeracity

Summary: After three years of marriage, Charles has to admit that his relationship with Erik has significantly cooled off. These days, they're barely ever home at the same time and it seems like every conversation they have turns into an argument. Charles misses the way they used to be, misses the spontaneous dinner parties and the surprise morning sex and the wake up calls in the early mornings to catch the sunrise. But it's going to take two of them to fix this marriage, and some days, it seems as if all Erik wants is to be rid of him.

A fic about rekindling marriage.

When the Spell Breaks – kianspo

Summary: Erik, a high-profile lawyer with a successful career, meets a 21-year-old grad student in a bar, and within a few short months marries him. He and Charles are blissfully happy, until Erik's boss runs a background check on Charles and discovers he's been cheating on Erik. Charles denies everything, as there was no affair, but Erik doesn't believe him and throws him out. As Charles tries to figure out how to survive and stay at school that he can no longer afford and makes a lot of bad if not plain dangerous choices, Erik has to fight his own battle of discovering the truth and winning Charles back.

The Tower and the Hurricane – dreamlittleyo

Summary:(Post-movie AU.) Five years after Shaw's death, Erik's predictions prove painfully accurate. Violence rages on both sides of the human/mutant conflict. In a world ravaged by war, it doesn't really matter who's more at fault. Charles struggles to teach his students a better way, but what choices will he make when peace really isn't an option?

The Attempt – Yahtzee

Summary: Charles knows everything about Erik, knows how obsessive and self-destructive he is, how Erik would do anything, give anything, in his quest for vengeance against Shaw. But he also knows that Erik loves him in ways that aren't exactly platonic.

I'd like to see a completely straight!Charles, out of pure love and care of Erik, initiate a romantic relationship with him. It can be because he wishes to give Erik something positive in his life or because he thinks it might help change Erik's mind about Shaw, the reason is up to author. Also, while Charles finds intimacy with Erik strange and awkward, he does enjoy the new, non-romantic layers that have developed in their relationship.

Apple Seeds – pprfaith

Summary: Charles, Erik, apple seeds and Shakespearean love affairs.

Ashes, Ashes – winterhill

Summary: Post-apocalyptic AU — When the bombs fall, and mutually assured destruction occurs, it turns out that Shaw was right and radiation does enhance mutant powers. Snapshots of the XMFC main ensemble in the time after the bombs: Erik decides to stay, Moira thinks she might be the only human left, Raven is having trouble sleeping, and Charles is losing his mind.

Warnings: nuclear holocaust: death (death in general, not a specific character), cancer, burns, medical procedure, mutant powers gone awry

Five Bullet Points – Sperare

Summary: It was supposed to be Erik locked away in a prison one hundred stories below the ground.

Charles was never supposed to be there with him.

Tequila on a spaceship – faerie_ground

Summary: In 2014, Charles Xavier gets brutally murdered and Erik Lehnsherr spends the rest of his life mourning his death.

In 3014, Captain Lehnsherr and CMO Dr Xavier are colleagues, best friends and maybe a little more besides that aboard the Magneto I.

The Tower and the Hurricane – dreamlittleyo

Summary: Post-movie AU.) Five years after Shaw's death, Erik's predictions prove painfully accurate. Violence rages on both sides of the human/mutant conflict. In a world ravaged by war, it doesn't really matter who's more at fault. Charles struggles to teach his students a better way, but what choices will he make when peace really isn't an option?

Simple and Uncomplicated – Pookaseraph

Summary: Erik and Charles had been fuck buddies for some, but when Charles is in an accident he figured their relationship would be over. Erik's visit to his bedside in the hospital changes his assumptions even as he has trouble believing Erik is sincere.

Lazarus – Clocks 

Summary: Erik is 19 when he says ‘I love you’ for the first time.

It would take five long years before Charles says it back.

Broken Eternity – CractasticDispatches

Sumnmary: It starts with being alone. It shouldn’t, perhaps, but it does because, of course, alone is what no one ever wishes to be.

Shout it Out Loud – dreamlittleyo

Summary: (Movie-Concurrent AU.) When Charles forges a telepathic link between himself and Erik, the two men find themselves bound together by more than just destiny. With the world on the brink of war, Charles and Erik struggle to cope with a psychic connection that may well be permanent.

Call Me By His Name – sinuous_curve

Summary: Charles wakes from the absence of noise.

There is an empty space in his room, beside his bed. Not quiet as in an abandoned room, but utterly, featurelessly blank. Like a box made of unblemished, impenetrable metal and Charles knows before he opens his eyes.

The Longest Word – septicwheelbarrow

Summary: "I'm Charles Xavier," he says, smiling from ear to ear. Then he gestures to his wheelchair. "Terminal spinal osteoblastoma, reaper due to collect in a year."

After some time, the man gestures at himself with a sardonic smile. "Same, one year. Lung." And then, reluctant, as if trying to keep his name to himself, "Erik."

I reject your reality and substitute my own. Doesn't really work that way, both ways.

Copy – chantefable

Summary: Charles wakes up without his memory. His sole caretaker, Erik, claims to be his husband, and tells him he's recovering from a car accident on their honeymoon.

Slowly falling for Erik again, Charles begins to regain his memories. He starts to notice strange things about his body, Erik, and their secluded mansion.

Myosotis – SomeCoolName

Summary: When Charles got back from Cuba, he lost the two things which made him stand: his legs and the love of his life, Erik Lehnsherr. Charles can get used to the wheelchair but he won't ever be able to get pass the loss of Erik.

"I wish I never met him" is something Charles says one night, maybe a bit drunk, absolutely wrecked for sure. It's a bit silly but Charles figures out his only solution is to use his own powers to erase Erik from his mind, progressively.

Except one day Erik comes back to the Xavier mansion to win him back. And even if Charles doesn't want to stop forgetting about him, Erik will do anything he can to convince him otherwise.

Das Haus am See – sareyen

Summary: The Lake House AU:

Erik is an estate planning lawyer who takes some time off to get away from the big city after his marriage fell apart. He lives in a picturesque lake house by Chautauqua Lake for almost two years, before moving back to New York City. This is in 2019.

Charles is a famous but very private author stuck in a creative rut, and moves to his lakeside estate for a short while to try and find a reason to write again. This is in 2017.

By magic or fate, Charles and Erik discover that the letter box at the lake house has the ability to send letters through time, between Charles in 2017 and Erik in 2019. Through letters that transcend the barriers of time, Charles and Erik fall in love. Charles vows to find Erik two years in his future, and Erik promises to wait for him. Two years - just two, meagre years.

But, fate is fickle, and time waits for no one.

Appropriate Boundaries – Yahtzee 

Summary: Charles has been having serious problems with back cramps in the year and a half since he's been in a wheelchair. His doctor prescribes massage therapy. But when Charles meets his masseur, Erik, in some ways they begin to heal each other. So how do you cross the boundaries between professional touch -- and the personal?

Unbound – Cesare, helens78

Summary: Thousands of miles apart, Erik Lehnsherr and Charles Xavier form a soulbond. But when that bond is severed five years later, they have to spend the next ten years trying to rebuild their lives alone.

Do You Love Me – cgf_kat

Summary: Charles and Erik have been married for 25 years, thrown together by a mandatory post-apocalyptic pairing system attempting to increase and strengthen the population. They have seven children. They have never spoken of love, but change is on the horizon.

A Quiet Riot – cloudstroke (aQuired)

Summary: Erik can't stand the fact that his father has brought home a boy less than half his age.

But mostly because he's madly in love with Charles Xavier himself.

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Find the Word Tag Game

Double Jeopardy!

Tagged by: @spacetimewraithwrites who I hope is feeling better, over here and by the lovely @kaiusvnoir over here My Words: forever, level, game, inside, front, blink, eat, gone, & rain Tagging: @sheabutterskyes, @writeouswriter, @kainablue, @abalonetea, @the-orangeauthor, @ashen-crest and by anyone else who would like to play! (As always please don't feel pressured or rushed!) Your Words: Smart, Patch, Cup, Sense, & Blind

cw: Language, sex mention, gun mention, bomb threat

Forever

Ryker hurried across town to get to Garnet’s apartment. He fought to even his breath as he knocked on the door, seeming forever until it opened. Garnet stood there in a t-shirt and boxers, toothbrush still in mouth. “Whf da hewl you want?” He mumbled, glancing down at his wrist before remembering he wasn’t wearing his band. “Where’s Beau?” Ryker peered over the top of his head, swaying side to side trying to see down the dark hall. “W’ch’in TV.”

Level

“Mrs. Doomer,” Beau offered out a hand, detecting movement around the side of her leg. A small face peered up at him, curls nearly blocking the boy’s eyes, little hands grasping folds of Mrs. Doomer’s slacks. Beau barely noticed she was shaking his hand. “That’s right,” she laughed, drawing back and glancing down at the boy. “I’ve been meaning to come back sooner, to thank you. I… Well, this is Cody.” “Cody…” Beau slowly crouched down to be eye level with the boy, sure to keep his distance so as to not frighten him. Cody remained tucked behind his mother, eyeing Beau curiously. “Hi there, Cody. My name’s Beau.” “Hi Beau,” came a whisper.

Game

“Just…” Ryker rubbed at his face, trying to gather his thoughts. “It’s just a long story.” “Oh no,” Garnet chuckled, “ we are not playing that game. First of all, we come down here because it’s Ives’ idea. We find something that tries sucking Beau’s blood. You have some kind of hallucination where it talked to you –without a mouth, mind you, because it didn’t have a face, nevertheless a mouth. And not only that, you’re telling us you recognize the bastard. But it’s a long story?!” “I can’t talk about it, alright?” “No! Not alright! If you can’t tell me, fine, what-fucking-ever. But Beau almost died down there! You owe him an explanation.”

Inside

Ives remained crouched to prevent his height from towering over the top of their cover. With an impressive, one-handed pivot, he kicked himself over Beau, popping the rear door open. Beau sat himself up, watching Ives drag out a duffle bag. He lifted a rifle from inside, loading it with incendiary rounds, and then a second just the same. One was passed to Beau. “Take this.” “Oh, no thank you.” “What did I say?” Ives’ pale eyes narrowed on Beau. “My authorization is capped at the destruction capacity of a .45 mm. I am not authorized to operate anything graded higher.” “Then let’s fix that.”

Front

“Not until the bomb squad shows up. One wrong move and you could take the whole place down. Is that really what you want on the news?” Garnet barked over the radio. “Children are in danger.” “No shit, out here too until we get them out of range. Thatcher will decommission you if you go in there, Beau! Beau! Don’t you dare open that door!” “I’m sorry, Garnet,” Beau opened the front door, slowly, just enough to be able to slip inside. “You’re not sorry! The only sorry you are is a sorry piece of shit!! Get your ass back outside, this was not part of the plan!” “I don’t know what kind of frequencies it may be on, Lieutenant. I’m going dark.” “DON’T YOU DARE—” Beau jammed his radio, pulling out his earpiece to tuck in a pocket.

Blink(ed)

A man in a suit and a man in padded gear –a kevlar vest, black uniform, helmet shielding his face. Him. Him. They linger, shifting and glitching as if playing at double speed. And he comes closer, up to the glass, and takes off his helmet. Hadrian. He winks. Young. Clean-shaven. Bright-eyed. It’s before they come to take him away, before they break him into pieces, before they fill his head with nightmares. He’s beautiful and whole and happy. His mouth moves but there isn’t sound. A smile. Static rolled across Ives’ HUD, flickering a message across the image. It blinked out once and again. His visuals went dark, hearing a whine as he rebooted. Corrupted file…_ System is still attempting to retrieve file from disk_ . . . System cannot retrieve file_

Eat

“No.” Garnet’s expression went serious. “No, it’s not pessimism, it’s experience. Because it all whittles down to getting to bed. The sex. Either they’re just there for a good lay, or they want to know how good you are to see if the laundry list of things they don’t like about you are worth a decent freak in the sheets. And either I tell ’em it’s not my thing to start and eat alone, I tell them later before it gets to that and I’m walking home, or I keep my mouth shut and have a terrible evening.” He shook his head glaring at the steering wheel as if it had done something wrong. Beau lifted his head from the seat. “You’re asexual.” “If you want a name for it.” “Is it a bad thing?” “Depends who you ask.” “I’m asking you.” Again, silence.

Gone

“Are you on point?” Garnet came through his earpiece. They had a job to do. If Duras could do this to Ives, [Redacted] was in danger. Beau was in danger. Ryker forced himself to let go of IV5, guzzling a deep breath as he activated his mic, “Garnet, get them out of here.” His voice betrayed him, thick and breaking. “What? What happened?” “She got Ives. Ives is gone –she wiped him. Beau and [Redacted} are in danger. Fall back immediately!” “She… She got Shitbox?” “That’s an order.” The line went silent without any confirmation. He feared they’d been found until Beau came back. “No sir, we can’t turn back now. We’re so close!”

Rain

"Do you think... could it be possible for someone to be predisposed to feel a certain way?" His brows pinched in the middle, adding, "Do humans do that? Can you have already been made for something as soon as you come into existence?" "Do you mean like fate? Can you give me an example to better understand your question?" it was a longer pause, hands hurrying to wipe at his face. "Are you a Peace Officer because you are the eldest of your siblings? Do you help people because you grew up doing the same for your siblings?" "It could be a factor," her answer caused him to grimace as if had pained him. "But it's not the only reason. I want to help people because I don't like feeling helpless or alone, so I don't want other people to feel that way either." Lora caught movement over her shoulder as he leaned over his knees, burying his face in his hands. Every ounce of her wanted to scramble into the back, hold him, ask him what was wrong. But something told her to let him have this. Instead, she left the car running and stared out through the windshield into the rain.

[deadinside-butstill-horny]

The Night We Met

Part Two - Some Of You

Pairing: Javier Peña/ Female Murphy!Reader

Words: 5.3k - again; das pretty spooky.

Summary: Y/N’s and Javier’s actions on the couch are confronted. 

Content Warnings: No smut just yet... Slow burn? Uh 18+ still though cause Javier’s got a filthy mouth and Y/N can’t stop saying fuck.  Angst. Jealousy. Reference to declining mental health. 

A/N: Sorry this took me so long to get out. I’ve rewritten this three times because I just didn’t enjoy the direction it took. It was way too serious and stuffy, so I’ve gone a little playful with it and I’m kinda into it. Anyway, enjoy!

MASTERLIST

AO3

Part One 

You and Steve spent your first night in Colombia talking about everything and anything. Well, to be more accurate Steve did. For the most part your job was to listen and absorb. If Javier minded the Murphy reunion playing out in his living room he was kind enough not to say anything and stay safely behind his bedroom door. 

By 7am your mind was melted, you had already been going on 24 hours without sleep but taking on this amount of information, man, your brain hurt. They’d hung his cat, he’d beat the shit out of some coke head at the airport and to top it all off he’d saved the Colombian president from a terrorist attack. 

"This place is a real resort, huh?"  You mumbled, rubbing your eyes in disbelief.

"It's definitely something alright," Steve lit what you believed to be his seventh cigarette in four hours, it seemed the stress of Escobar had made his chain smoking worse. "You can't stay here, it's not… it's not a good place to be. It makes you different, harder. Paranoid."  Steve didn’t look good at all, his knuckles were bruised and oozing yellow and his eyes had dark rings of purple no doubt from the sleepless nights he’d had recently.

"I'm not leaving until you look like you're not gonna' blow over at the slightest goddamn breeze. I'm a big girl Stevie, I make my own choices." 

He didn't look impressed but he had no response, you knew that the conversation was far from over but with a shrug and a shake of his head he tabled it for a later date. The two of you sat in silence for a moment as you searched for what to say next.

"I need some sleep and a shower. I figured you wouldn't mind me camping on your couch." 

"Uh, my place…" Steve scratched his neck uncomfortable "is a bit of a wreck. I lost my shit after Con, and I haven't tidied in a while-" 

"A shower please and at least 12 hours of sleep then we'll sort it all out," you stood up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders you towered over him from where he sat.

Javier's bedroom door opened and Steve shot up out of your embrace. He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment at being caught feeling his feelings.

"Javi, I can't thank you enough man... Thanks for looking out for her." Steve clapped his partner on the shoulder.  "Sorry if we kept you up,”

"Nah, I passed out after you got here,” Javier supplied kindly and whilst you knew it probably wasn’t true, you thought it was nice that he tried. “I’m about to head out, got a lead on Escobar to look into, got some concrete info from my informant. But you’re welcome to crash here, shower and rest… last I saw it, looked like a bomb went off in his place.” He snarked with a smoke hanging out of his mouth and buttoning up his fresh orange shirt. 

“Thanks man,” Steve muttered for the third time this morning though this one was laced with sarcasm. “He’s right though, you should get some sleep here and give me some time to fix it up.”

“Don’t be silly. If Javier really doesn’t mind I’ll rest up here and help you clean it after. I’m here to help Steve, so let me.”  

“Makes no odds to me,” Javi drawled with a shrug whilst pulling on his boots. After a quick tour of the bedroom and shower, you thanked him before turning to your suitcase and pulling out a fresh pair of pyjamas and your toiletries.

The two men were talking about the ‘concrete info’ Javier had gotten from his informant the night before, when you stood up and spotted the towel Javi had placed upon the table. When you got close they both clammed up, making you narrow your eyes in suspicion, though Steve ignored it completely. 

“I’ll get some shut-eye too, come and knock when you’re up,” Your  brother announced whilst stretching with a groan as he turned towards the door.

“Make yourself at home,” Javier smirked. His tone was full on innuendo even if he didn’t say anything inherently sexual. You turned quickly and clutched your toiletries closer, flustered by his words.  You hadn’t known quite how he was going to interact with you this morning, part of you had been scared he’d ignore you completely so you were quite happy with the easy going kindness.

You closed the door and sighed, feminism was really taking a hit at your hands. Jesus Christ you were pulling the whole female race back a couple of centuries as you could barely look a man in the eyes with flushing a bright red and losing your ability to manufacture sentences. 

You turned on the faucet of the shower just as Javier showed you. Whilst it was heating you up you turned to look in the mirror, your hair was a shade darker than it should’ve been coated in a disgusting cocktail of what you could only imagine was grease and sweat. Pulling your hair back, you noticed you had a bruise forming between the curve of your jaw and behind your ear.  Was this guy secretly a 17 year old boy? leaving you with a goddamn hickey.

You peeled your fragrant clothes all while cursing Javier's name. You stepped into the shower and washed away the stress of the past night. All had ended well you supposed, better than well really. You’d made it here safe, found Steve and made out with a gorgeous man. The only downside was now you were here you saw how awful your brother looked. 

Sighing, you decided to compartmentalise these complex thoughts until you had at least 8 hours of sleep under your belt. So you washed both your hair and your body quickly, reaching beyond the shower curtain for your toothbrush. You spent longer than was really necessary brushing your somewhat fluffy teeth before dropping the instrument back on the counter. 

When you were finally done, you rinsed off and turned off the tap, exhaustion hitting hard now you were finally in the end zone. You looked around for your towel only to realise it was still on the dining table, you’d been distracted by the mens hushed whispers and Javiers teasing remarks.

“For fuck sakes,” you huffed under your breath out of the frustration of yet another task being between you and sleep. So after wringing out your hair you opened the bathroom door and peeped your head out.  

The coast was clear, or at least it appeared that way. 

As you rounded the corner, Javier was sitting with a coffee cup in his hand, and the towel resting in front of him with a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“You forget something?”

You let out a dignity killing squeak and dove for the blanket that lay on the back of the sofa. You couldn’t believe the gall of this man.

“I could ask you the same thing! I thought you were going!” You proclaimed, gasping at the audacity of this man. 

“Wanted a cup of coffee, y’know, start my day off right,” his face held absolutely no remorse and there was something distinctly challenging that dwelled there. 

"You're a fucking perv, you do realise that spying on unsuspecting women as they get out of the shower isn't very cop-like." You growl at the man. 

"Whose spying? I'm just sitting here enjoying my morning coffee, whilst you waltz around my apartment naked." He smirked holding his hand up "If anything I'm the injured party, what with you throwing yourself at me."

Your instant reaction was outrage, a huff left your body before you could restrain your response, that shit eating grin of self satisfaction remained on his beautiful face. It was so much worse than the usual smirk that usually resided there, you wanted nothing more but to knock it off him. 

Schooling your face you rolled your eyes at his words and released your hold on the blanket. Two could play at this game.

"Whoops," 

You saw his eyes widen and flick down your body for just a second before the mahogany eyes narrowed and settled back on your own. 

If this was a game he wanted to play, you’d win it. 

It was your turn to smirk as you stepped over the blanket completely stark naked in the living room of a man whose last name you didn’t know and who just so happened to be your brother's partner.

You strolled forward noting how his eyes never left your own, the man had some real willpower.  You had meant what you said last night, this was definitely not a good idea. You were playing with fire and you could guarantee Steve would murder you both if he found out about this, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t play a little bit of cat and mouse.

So you ignored the man completely and grabbed the towel from the table in front of him. You turned away and began patting yourself dry before rubbing at your hair as you walked back to the bathroom. 

“Have a good day at work!” You call as you use your foot to kick the door closed behind you, though the door doesn’t finish its journey as a hand catches it and flings it back. The sheer force with which it slams into the wall makes your eyes widen and take a startled step backwards. 

Javier stands in the doorway, staring at you. Your facade of confidence is knocked as you stare at him, he walks forward slowly, all swagger as usual and takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger. 

Much like last night, he places a teasing single, solitary kiss on your lips. Your eyes shut as you wait for the onslaught to begin. But it doesn’t. He pulls away before placing a finger on the bruise on your neck, which was now on full display as your hair was pulled back from your face, dripping water down your body.

“Sweet dreams, maravillosa.” He whispers a voice like honey, backing up. His eyes, deliberately slow, roamed your body before they rose to meet your own. There were no playful winks or smirks present any more, only a heat. A burning fire between the two of you. 

He was an arms length away from you but you felt a pressure on your chest, it was constricting your breathing. Making it hard to think, you didn't move or speak for fear it would break the spell. No words were passed between you as he took you in one last time and then turned on his heel and strolled out of the apartment. 

That fucking bastard. He'd won again. 

...

It was dark when you awoke to the front door slamming closed, it took you a moment to realise where you were. 

Your head felt like it was full of wool and your teeth felt heavy in your mouth, you rubbed at your eyes feeling like you'd slept for an age. 

You remembered the events of the previous night as you looked around taking in his room, minimal decorations, it looked like a prison cell rather than a bedroom. Javier was definitely not a nester. 

Oh God Javier. The man you'd had at least two sexual encounters with in the past 24 hours. You'd thrown yourself at your brother's partner like a sex starved maniac, but my God, he was making you feel more alive than you had in years. 

You sighed and lay back down, closing your eyes and rubbing your head. You grabbed the pillow and put it over your face. You weren't here for Javier, the lovely distraction he was proving to be, you were here for Steve. Steve was a goddamn mess, he was all over the place. Volatile, emotional and drunk, apparently, a large percentage of the time.

No, you decided, with a clear head for the first time in 48 hours. You could indulge in Javier when Steve had his head screwed back on and not a moment sooner. You would restrain yourself, you were not a blushing teen, contrary to your recent behaviour. You could do this.

You breathed out in a forlorn sigh, my God he'd destroy you. You knew all that swagger had to have experience to back it up. 

Restraint Y/N, restraint. 

You huffed in frustration and were struck by his scent, it had been around you all day, but he was condensed into the pillow covering your face. It smelt like smoke and his own brand of spice, something that brought his cocksure face into your minds eye. 

This was going to be difficult. 

Placing the pillow back down where you'd found it you rolled into a standing position, stretching out your arms above your head. You heard someone moving around in the lounge, a man and a woman talking. 

Narrowing your eyes to step silently over the suitcase you'd moved into the bedroom last night and pulled out a pair of jeans, an undershirt and nondescript plaid shirt. You pretty much threw them on along with clean underwear as quietly as you could, it was as you were sitting on the bed pulling your socks on you heard the scrape of the sofa and silence throughout the apartment. 

What in the hell?

It was then you decided to make as much noise as you possibly could… your rational brain told you he wouldn't… no- he couldn't be so god damn stupid not to check you weren't still in his bed before bringing a woman home after you'd been dry humping on that sofa not 12 hours ago. 

You pulled on your trainers, steeling yourself for what you were about to find. This was either going to be a huge misunderstanding and you’d misconstrued the sounds or he was banging some lady out- A moan cut through your thoughts. No. No fucking way! That absolute fucker, getting you all hot for him and then pulling this shit! 

You were struck by your position then, you were in his bedroom. Trapped. There was no clean exit. At this point the name of the game was damage control. You planned in your head, just get out of the apartment with as much dignity as you can muster. Resolved you all but launched your suitcase upwards crashing it into the wardrobe as it went and zipped it making sure to make it drag it out as much as possible to make the most noise you could. 

You took in a breath, dragging your suitcase behind you and opened the bedroom door slowly and pretty damn stealthily if you do say so yourself, the apartment was dark, the only light source was from the warm glow of the street lamps outside. 

So, you began your escape, taking a hesitant step forward. One foot after the other you got closer to the door, the wheels on your suitcase frustratingly loud, they had not got the memo that your mission had changed and your panicked brain now wanted to escape without confrontation.

As you rounded the corner, your stomach dropped. There, in the same position you had been not hours before was a woman, completely naked and riding the man that had invaded your dreams and had made you lose your head like no other.  

You stopped dead in your tracks for just a moment before your fight or flight instinct kicked in. Now you'd like to say you're a fighter, the kind of girl to stick up for herself but all you wanted was for the ground to open and swallow you up. So in a moment of unhinged panic you made a run for it. Ditched the suitcase in the hall and hauled ass. 

You weren't proud of it by any stretch of the imagination but you escaped pretty much unscathed apart for your dignity. That bitch was abandoned with the suitcase, decimated on the hallway floor. But hey, who really needed dignity?

You heard a surprised shout of something that sounded vaguely like ‘what the fuck?!’ from the lovers in Spanish as the door slammed behind you.  You were taking the steps three at a time in sheer fear Javier and his lover would follow you out of the apartment. You knocked on the door of Steve’s place, praying to all that was holy that he was awake. Your luck, it would seem had not run out. As Steve opened the door looking as fresh as a daisy, well. A daisy that had been carried around in a child's pocket, mushed and missing a few petals, but you appreciated the effort of him tidying himself up.

“You alright?” His eyebrows dropped as he took in your sweating forehead and gasping breath.

“Uh, yeah? I ran into Javier and his … girlfriend? I think he forgot I was there.” You weren’t proud that you snitched to your brother but that was the best way of getting your things back without seeing Javier, you needed a hot second for this awkwardness to scab over. 

“Fucksake Javi,” He pushed past you and nodded his head towards the apartment. “Make ya’self at home, yeah?” 

With a nod you stroll into the living room still struggling to breathe. You throw yourself onto the couch, that was thankfully nothing like the one downstairs. 

You were such a pussy.  

You couldn’t explain why but seeing that had been a punch to the gut, you’d known him for an evening, you had absolutely no claim on the man but a part of you still mourned what could have been. Javier was exactly like eating peanut butter from the jar, you know you shouldn’t do it and your family gets annoyed if they find out but my God if it isn’t more delicious that way. 

You would’ve let him take you apart piece by piece uncaring of if he put you back together after. He looked like the kind of man that knew exactly how to do it but it was a moot point now, it was over. 

Jesus. You had to draw the line somewhere for your self respect. So that's how you rationalised your anger, you were annoyed at him for messing up a good thing you had going, the sex would’ve been filthy it would’ve renewed your faith in the universe. It was one hundred percent annoyance at him, you were not jealous. 

Okay maybe 90% annoyance, 10% jealousy. It had been the woman from last night, all leggy and gorgeous. That bitch.

No, No, No. Y/N. 

Being angry at her was easy but she wasn’t the one humping you on a couch. Javier was the bitch here.  Your inner monologue was cut short by two male voices, coming up the stairs.

“Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.” You whisper and leap out of your seat, you run for the door on your left as it looks like the bathroom in Javier’s apartment. The two men are close now, maybe at the top of the stairs? You open the door to reveal a fucking closet.  You close your eyes and wince in desperation as you hear their voices outside the door. 

There’s not enough time to dwell on your declining mental stability as you throw yourself into the cupboard and close the door behind you. You back up and nearly knock something off of the shelf, you turn and catch it in time. You can’t see what the bottle holds as you’re stuck in pitch black but your nervous hands have an iron grip on the plastic. The front door is pushed open, only you can’t see anything except from the strip of light that goes around the perimeter of the door. 

“... I swear, you best hope…” Comes Steve’s laughing voice, he sounds strained. “Thanks for the help man, I’ve said that so many times recently it's gonna lose its meaning, but really. Me, you and Y/N -where ever the hell she's got to -we’ll get dinner as a real thanks for all your help.”

“Hey’ like I said. It’s no trouble, I’m just sorry I forgot she was there man!” He sounded meeker than you remembered. 

“She’s a big girl as she likes to keep reminding me. I’m sure she’s fine with it. Beer?” 

“Nah, I’m good, I got Valeria downstairs. Tell Y/N I said goodnight, ok?”

“Tell her yourself, Y/N!” You close your eyes and smack your head.

‘He was fucking leaving you idiot’ you seethe within your mind. 

You hear Steve walk past to the hallway that leads to either of the two doors you could’ve made a run for and actually had an explanation for being behind. But no, here you were hiding in a fucking closet with a quickly waning amount of time before you got caught. 

“Where the hell’s she gone?!” Steve all but shouted as he threw a door open. “She’s not here, I was only gone five minutes, they couldn’t have-” 

The spiral was coming. This was Colombia after all, his mind had gone to the worst possible scenario, so cringing all while you pushed open the door of your hiding spot to meet the cocked guns of the two DEA agents. One with frantic eyes, the others laden with concern.

Javier looked sinfully disheveled, he’d clearly dressed in a hurry. (Join the club asshole.) Steve looked disbelievingly at you, shaking his head and holstering his gun in the back of his jeans.

“... Uh, I was looking for, um…” You look down at the product in your hands “... Fabric Softener?” Your voice lifts at the end of the sentence, your lie sounds awful even to your ears, but it's your story and you plan on sticking to it.

Both of the men look at you expecting you to elaborate, but you stare right back, more so at Steve than Javier. His face currently causes a nagging sensation in your jaw, making your lips want to purse in disapproval. 

“Thanks for your help Javier.” You say cheerily, placing the bottle back on the shelf.

He stares at you, like you're a cornered animal and he doesn’t quite know if he should duck for cover. His eyes follow you hesitantly as he too holsters his weapon. “Sorry, if you saw-” 

“It’s fine. Don’t sweat it.” You smile at him, your voice is no longer false as you force a dishonest genuinity to it. “Small price to pay for a comfy bed. You shouldn’t keep her waiting though.” 

“Yeah..” His eyebrows meet in the dip in the centre, like he's trying to figure out a tricky maths equation and keeps getting the answer wrong. He nods one last time and gives your brother a clap on the shoulder before vacating the apartment.

“Well,” Your brother starts “That was fuckin’ awkward. Nice hiding spot, Moron.” You burst out laughing at his understatement of the year.

“I mean, I saw him banging that lady, I couldn’t make eye contact after that.” You play it off, but you feel like there’s something to your voice you can’t quite disguise, but if Steve notices he doesn’t stop smiling, so you’re happy. 

You take the beer out of his hand and point to the cards on the table “Ready for me to whip ya’ like a dog?”

The awkwardness is quickly forgotten. Well, Steve forgets it at least. You don’t. A couple of hours later as you're lying on Steve's couch, trying to force yourself to sleep so you’re not quite so jet lagged tomorrow, you find yourself thinking about it. Analysing Javier’s actions. 

After an hour of lying in the dark in contemplation, you can confirm you have no fucking clue why a person would do what he did.  The only air tight hypothesis you have as you finally drift off is that he just wanted all the pussy, got greedy and got caught. Your eyes close as you finally lose consciousness with your heart in your gut.

You wake at 5am. The sun is just rising as you roll over, straight onto the wooden floor.

“Fuuck.” You groan, pushing yourself up into a sitting position. 

You felt like absolute shit. If you’d thought 10 hours of sleep had knocked you into tuesday, a further forced three hour nap had done you no favours. Rubbing your eyes you shrugged out your shoulders trying your hardest to work out the kink you deserved for sleeping on a sofa. It was barely dusk but a soft golden light was warming up the room. 

You sat up and reached to your backpack, pulling out the book you’d purchased at the airport in a hurry; ‘Spanish for Kids.’ There had been a distinct lack of Spanish for beginners and whilst you had faith in yourself, intermediate espanol had scared you off.

So learning to speak like a toddler seemed the better of the two decisions. You didn’t want to be presumptuous about how long you were going to last in Colombia, but you had no plans on going home any time soon. Steve looked like shit, you’d quit your job at the grocery store and Connie was taking care of the rent on your apartment. You were as free as a bird, figuratively speaking, you had no doubt your brother would forbid you to leave the apartment, as if that was in his power. 

You sat patiently reading and repeating the words for about two hours, religiously scanning the thin book as if it was the word of God from cover to cover three times. You now had the ability to give people strange facts about yourself, yep, rather underwhelming for two hours work, nevertheless, it was progress.

First job is to find another translation book, Stevie would probably be able to get his hands on one. You looked to the clock on the wall, 7:32am. You could hear Steve snoring away in bed as you stood, pulling on your clothes from last night. You surveyed the fridge and found it lacking even the basics. 

With a daring plan, you grabbed Steves keys and wallet from his leather jacket on the hook near the front door. You scribbled a note on the pad near the phone and left it on the dining room table, just so he didn’t think the Sicarios had decided to hang his sister this time. 

You took the cash and dropped the rest of his wallet, folding the wad of money and putting it in your front pocket. Grabbing your shades from the table, you all but skipped out of the apartment taking the steps in quick little hops.  As you took the last step into the lobby, you ran into the exact last person you wanted to see slipping back into the building.  

“Y/N…”

“Hey Javier.” You replied with what you hoped was passable as a smile. There was silence and you could see the usually slick man, scrambling to come up with a topic. For the first time in your life, you let another human flounder and enjoyed it. You had nothing to say to him, zip, nada. Not your problem. 

“No Steve?”

“Nah, He’s sleepin’ thought I’d get some groceries.”

“Alone?”

“I made it here in one piece, didn’t I?”

The man's eyebrows furrowed. “Gimme’ a sec’. I’ll come along.”

“Seriously Javi, I appreciate you being such a good friend to Steve. But I’m fine. Honestly. Steve said last night that the shop’s two blocks to the left.”

“Nah, I need some eggs.” You were bemused by his response. But fine, if he wanted to continue this exercise in torture he could feel free to. You shrugged and gestured towards his apartment. He turned on his heel and raced back in, for what, you couldn’t guess. He returned not two minutes later, yellowed sunglasses sitting lazily on his nose and a hand in his back pocket. 

“After you,” He all but whispered in your ear as he came up behind you holding the building door open, giving a wonderful performance of a gentleman. You strolled out surprised the sun was this strong even first thing in the morning. You could feel it beginning to power up for the day as it bathed your skin in a soothing warmth. 

The two of you walked in silence for a few minutes as you took in Colombia. It wasn’t quite what you expected, maybe not as impoverished. You didn’t have much time to dwell on that analysis, before Javi pulled you from your surroundings.

“Look, about last night…” He trailed off as if he wasn’t quite sure what to say.

“Don’t worry. Honestly.”

“I-”

“No. Honestly, we fooled around. It was a bad idea to start with, maybe it’s good, y’know, that things turned out this way.”

“I-”

“No.”

“But-”

“No. Look. My brother’s a shit show. Absolute train wreck happening in slow motion. I came here for him, I’ve got way too much on my plate right now to worry about where you're sticking your dick. So we’re gonna start over, no awkwardness, no nothing. Hi, I’m Y/N Murphy.” You offered him your hand in surrender, now he may have just witnessed a break in your mental health but he had a half smile on his face as if he had found your soul spilling endearing, instead of deranged. He wrapped his bronzed hand around your significantly smaller one.

“Javier. Javier Peña. Nice to meet you again, guapa.”

“Fucksake, Javi. You don’t make it easy.”  He let out another body shaking hearty chuckle at your words. 

“I’m Javier, remember? I’ve never felt your wet pussy through my jeans.” Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. He’d taken your white flag and set it on fire and was currently using it to set your lower body alight.  “Start over? Like I can get you my outta my fuckin’ head. I didn’t come with you today because I’m Steve’s good friend. I came to get fuckin’ eggs I don’t fuckin’  need because I want to know how you taste.” He’d backed you up against the gate that surrounded what looked like a church, your hand grabbed at the black bar as he advanced on you, the two of you were close but not touching.

“You’ve tasted me.”

“Not those lips, amada.” You couldn’t help but gulp at his words. How were you here, you’d been so angry at him last night. Last night, when he’d woken you up fucking another woman. Ice water shot down your spine as you pushed at his chest.

“No.” You hissed, your hands pushing him again. “You’re giving me fuckin’ whip-lash! One minute you’re getitng me excited thinking I’ma’ bout’ to get the best fuck of my life, the next your screwin’ someone whilst I’m asleep in your fuckin’ bed! Are you insane? They need to either up or lower your dosage, because I don’t know what would make you think that this is okay!”

He huffed, backing off of you but not quite aquiasing to your shoves. “An informant, she was a fuckin’ informant.”

“Oh Javier! Why didn’t you say!” You gasp, before you roll your eyes. “This makes absolutely everything okay.” 

Sarcasm dripped from your voice as he seemed to reel from your words, the fucker actually thought he had gotten out of it.

“It’s my job. Finding Escobar, that’s it. That’s all that matters, that’s the end game.”

“Fine. Do your job, just leave me out of it.” He huffed at your words rubbing in between his eyes.

“I have never met anyone as goddamn infuriating as you, Murphy.”

“Fuckin’ likewise, Peña!” The two of you seemed to be in a stare off, neither of you willing to submit. You knew who was in the wrong and from the way he huffed before rubbing the back of his neck, he did too.

“Hello, nice to meet you, I’m Javier Peña. What’s your name?”

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Every once in a while I’m not in the mood to write fiction...

Sometimes I like to do literary analysis for funsies, or, surprisingly enough thanks to the content of this post, music analysis as well.

When I first watched Guardian, there was one song that stood out to me more than most of the others from the OST.  It was always used in the scenes with more emotional weight, and was so haunting that it lingered in my mind long after the scene had passed.  Once I was able to hunt the soundtrack down on Amazon (a feat that was much more difficult than it should have been imho) I came to learn that this song was actually Shen Wei’s theme.  Shen Wei’s theme was in all of the emotionally hard hitting scenes and haunted me for long after the show had finished.

One day I was driving to work and I was just looping it over and over for my entire commute.  It’s an hour long commute ya’ll.  Just that song, over and over and over (and I’ve played it for several hours on a loop before and I have no doubt I will do it for many more times to come, this song is beautiful and haunting and I love it to death).  As I listened I started to make some realizations, and as those realizations came to light it left me even more heartbroken than originally.

The Shen Wei OST is a perfect character journey.  It tells his story in a way that words simply could not come close to.  I’ve tried to sum up my best analysis of this song and what it means, and I’m sure I don’t even come close to what Luo Kun intended when he composed the song, but I hope that he would at least agree I have parts of it right.

I’m going to put the actual analysis beneath a “Read More” so please, drop me a line if you like what you read or if you want to discuss it further.  I’d love to chat about this!  It’s broken up into five distinct movements that I think relate to different points in Shen Wei’s life, and I should mention that this is looking at the character purely from the perspective of the drama.  At some point I might go back and see if I can tie it into the novel at all, but that has not been taken into consideration here.

I’d like to state above the cut that my thanks go out to @elvencantation and @eirenical for looking over my initial drafts and giving me their opinions and helping with musical instrument identification.  I might come back and clean this up someday, but for right now, I wanted to get something out there for everyone to read.  I hope that you enjoy it.

Part I. Gege (0:00 - 0:35)

There is a very melancholy feel to the song, but it also has the quiet grace and strength that the audience can always associate with Shen Wei.  This is the beginning of his journey though.  This is a young boy caring for his brother.  A boy who tries to protect and is cast aside, thrown down to the dirt, and returns too late to save the one remaining person still precious to him.  The beginning of this song paints the picture of a solitary figure against the horizon, short in stature from age and inexperience, a blade much too big gripped in too small a hand.  The piano solo here emphasizes his lone search for his brother and hoping against all hopes that he might one day find him and the two of them could be reunited. 

Part II. Xiao Wei (0:36 - 1:08)

At 37 seconds in the strings make their entrance.  I like to think it was a deliberate choice to have Zhao Yunlan pick up the violin during the Tan Xiao and Zheng Yi case, because I firmly believe the strings in this soundtrack are supposed to represent Zhao Yunlan just as the piano represents Shen Wei.  These 32 seconds represent the Shen Wei that we see during episodes 34 and 35 in Ye Olde Haixing Era.  A bright eyed energetic young warrior who cares about his men despite his position.  He hides his fear behind a mask, under a hood, and does what he can to help in the war.  But here is also when Kunlun arrives.  A famous general who miraculously takes an interest in HIM.  And what has he done to warrant such attention? The kindness that he is shown here helps to shape him, mold him into a stronger warrior, a stronger person, but it will be millennia before he will learn why Kunlun saw him for the person he was rather than the blade and power he wielded.

The strings here do not try to overwhelm the piano here, even though they easily could.  Instead they seem to try to entwine with the notes from the piano and guide them.  It’s a graceful dance between the two that represents the close partnership that Shen Wei and Kunlun shared during the war.

Part III. The Black Cloak Envoy (1:09 - 1:39)

This part of the song is particularly interesting to me.  The piano is still present, but the tune has changed, the same for the strings, but now the sounds of a woodwind have joined the other two.  It’s at this point Shen Wei has woken up after 10,000 years.  He’s thrust into a new world that he must learn, and a Dixing that is far worse off than he ever imagined it would be.  He is a legend, but he does not try to take power.  His duty is still his to fulfill, but he does not seek to take power aside from that.  This is the new life that he forges for himself, from who he was as a boy, to who Kunlun helped him become, but this is something he creates to survive in a world that is unfamiliar to him.  

Now he is not needed as just a blade, although he will be that when it is necessary.  Now he can pursue his love and inherent gift for learning.  This is the man who emerges from the ground and takes up bioengineering as a field of study.  This is the person who befriends Cheng Xinyan and probably has more than one or two study sessions with her.  This is the college student that I’m sure was dragged to at least one karaoke night to blow off some steam, and may have discovered his aversion to alcohol that same night.  This is someone who lived.

Part IV. Professor Shen (1:40 - 2:11)

The woodwind fades out and we are left with the string and the piano once more.  The string though is more like the tide, pushing and pulling against the piano, but that is very fitting for the section of the song, and Shen Wei’s life, that Zhao Yunlan is introduced into.  The strings surge forth and ease back, pushing Shen Wei for answers, but also easing back when he seems ready to break.  The piano has returned to its tune from the first two movements, and it’s probably due to the uncertainty that Zhao Yunlan has brought into his life.  Why has Kunlun suddenly reappeared and why is he acting like he doesn’t know who Shen Wei is?  Why does Da Qing not remember him?  In the face of these questions he retreats to who he was before, until he can determine what the best course of action to take is.  If Kunlun is testing him or doesn’t remember too he doesn’t want to risk the chance that the man will not recognize him.  This could be why we see the fond smiles and confused blinks, aspects that are so inherent to his character.

Part V. Shen Wei (2:12 - End)

I’m not going to lie, it was coming up with this part that really broke my heart.  The strings remain, but fade to the background and are only faintly known.  The piano has returned, and is at the forefront once more with no question as to who the lead is.  Through all the changes in his life, he has come to realize who he truly is.  He is a brother who is afraid he has failed his twin.  A warrior and leader afraid he has failed his people.  A man afraid that he will lose everything, but willing to make that sacrifice to save his friends and family, to keep the man he loves safe.  He is no longer just a blade to be used.  He has a purpose, one that has not been forced on him but that he has chosen for himself.  

This is the Shen Wei who decides to use the light energy from Zhao Yunlan to make himself a living bomb.  The man who decides that if his brother cannot be made to stand down then he will force him to.  This is the man who looks into the eyes of his lover as he lays bloodied and broken on the ground, who sees all that they could have had in their lives, and silently begs forgiveness even as he makes the ultimate sacrifice.  

And then the song fades out with the slowing piano notes, just as Shen Wei’s life ends with the slowed beating of his heart...

[atsumiyass]

Bakusquad during christmas

here’s a lil something for christmas since i’m feelin in the spirit - venus

warnings: fluff, platonic relationships

Katsuki Bakugou

Bakugou would definitely take on cooking duty.

We all know mans can cook BOMB ASS FOOD.

He literally wouldn't let anyone else take on the job so...

But I feel like if you tried to help out he wouldn’t care as much

Bc he has a soft spot for you, ofc.

Also bc he knows you can cook pretty good as well.

So you both spend the afternoon cooking together.

Which turned out to be fun...

Apart from when you almost burned down the whole dorm building but we dont talk about that.

Once you finished putting away the food for tomorrow, you had the amazing idea of watching a Christmas movie to get into the spirit and relax after all your hard work.

it took some begging, but he finally agreed.

as long as you watched whatever he wanted, of course

but i mean who were you to say no to Bakugou

so

you made your way to his dorm since he had a tv and you didn’t

lucky prick

he put the disc in and you both settled on the wall where his bed was, a few feet apart from each other

but you’re y/n, and you’re in desperate need of attention

and it was cold

and Bakugou just happened to be a couple feet away

so the only logical option would be to snuggle up next to him

it took some courage but when you did, he surprisingly didn’t mind

he actually put his arm around you.

you took the chance and snuggled in closer.

soft Bakugou was a once in a lifetime experience, you had to take advantage of it.

especially since he would never act like this in front of the others

“so do you think they’ll like the food?” you asked, looking up at him.

“hell yeah they will, we made it didn’t we?” He replied, not looking away from the screen.

you smiled and turned back to the movie.

This Christmas was gonna be one to remember, thats for sure.

Eijirou Kirishima

This baby is on christmas tree duty

he asked you to tag along tho, for support

and bc he has a lil crush on you but you didn’t hear it from me (;

you both get to the common area and take a look at the empty Christmas tree

its huge.

like,

as tall as the ceiling huge.

you might have to call Uraraka for this one

you looked at each other like

“this is gonna take awhile.”

so you both get to work, first stringing the multi-colored lights around the tree

luckily they didn’t get all tangled up in the tree, so it didn’t take that long

(you actually ended up calling Uraraka to help you since it was so high up)

Once that was done, you continued on with the tinsel.

which ended up in it all getting tangled from you both fooling around.

in the trash it goes.

Next was the ornaments.

They varied from red, to white, to even hero themed ones.

you started from the bottom this time, not wanting to get Uraraka again

you decided to turn on some christmas music to set the mood since you both were just sitting in awkward silence for a hot minute

i hc that kiri get shy around his crush pls

so once you got the perfect spotify playlist going you went back to working on the tree, humming along to the song.

little did you know Kirishima was on the other side of the tree, having an internal conflict.

does he talk to you? does he make a joke? does he not say anything? does he-

“hey do we have anymore red ones?” he heard your voice, making him breathe a sigh of relief.

“yeah here..” he said going to grab one.

but ofc you didn’t hear him

so you also went to go grab one

and just like those cheesy romance movies

your hand landed on top of his.

you both looked up at each other and quickly pulled your hands back.

You felt your face heat up as you nervously laughed and picked up the ornament, making your way back to your side of the tree.

my shy, oblivious babies tsk tsk 

Soon enough you finished all the ornaments and stood back to observe your work.

it honestly looked really good.

“wow Eji, it looks great dontcha think?” you asked, turning towards him.

“Yeah we did a super good job! great work y/n!” He said, giving you his signature sharky smile along with a thumbs up

your heart: doki doki

Suddenly a light bulb went off in your head

you had forgotten the star!!!

the most important part!!!!!

wtf y/n smh do better

you dug around in the christmas box for the star, which you soon found.

“hey could you go get Ochaco again? we gotta put up the star.” You called out to him.

“I think she’s out training with the other girls, i’m sure we can handle it.” he said confidently.

you guys couldn’t handle it.

somehow you ended up on top of him after falling off his shoulders.

could this get anymore cliché srsly.

luckily the star hadn't broke, so with the help of Ochaco this time, you got it up all nice and snug.

You plugged in the cords and the tree lit up, the rainbow lights and golden star illuminating the room.

your eyes sparkled in admiration, as the whole class gawked at you and Kirishimas work.

“You’re such a good team guys!” Yaoyorozu said, clapping her hands together with a smile.

and that, you were.

Denki Kaminari

Denki our electric boy would be on presents duty.

how did you end up tagging along with him? 

you offered to go, like the kind person you are.

you actually wanted to keep an eye on him to make sure he didn’t accidently break something or pick up the wrong presents.

either way

you both arrived at the first store to pick up Mr. Aizawas present, since the whole class chipped in to get him something as a thank you.

you got to the counter and gave the clerk the receipt, and they went to the back to get the order.

what you didn’t know was that while you were there, Kaminari was wondering around the store touching everything he possibly could.

it was only a matter of time before he broke something

you soon realize he isn’t behind you so you go to look for him since the clerk is still in the back

“Kaminari? Where did you go?” You call out to him, but hear no response.

You continue in the store, searching every rack to see if he was hiding inside (yes Denki is childish what about it)

you do end up finding him though

just, not in the way you would imagine.

“Denki what happened?” You asked, speed walking over to a stupefied Kaminari

you saw two batteries on the ground and connected the dots.

of course.

you sighed, picking up the batteries and putting them back on the shelf.

“c’mon you big oaf, lets get back.” you sighed again, guiding Kaminari back to the front

once you got back to the counter the clerk had already come back, present in hand.

they looked at you like “da fawk are these bitches doing”

you grabbed the bag from the counter, thanked the clerk, and left. 

(yes you paid smh you aint no robber)

Hand in hand with Kaminari you made it back to the dorms in one piece thankfully and by that time he had gotten back to a somewhat normal state

as normal as he can be

When the rest of the class asked what happened, you told them:

“just Kaminari, being Kaminari.”

Mina Ashido

you and Mina would def go ugly sweater shopping together.

both of you would force the guys (Bakugou, Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero) to wear them all throughout the Christmas party.

so you headed over to the nearest mall to pick some out for everyone, since (in Minas words) you both have “exquisite taste in fashion”.

which you dont, but they dont know that.

Once you entered the shop you both sprinted and got yelled at to the sweaters section and started to look through the racks.

“Ouu this one just screams Bakugou!” she exclaimed, pulling one from the rack.

It was red, covered in stars, ornaments, and ugly santas with orange words that read ‘Merry Christmas’ across the sweater in cursive.

yeah he would hate it, but then again thats the whole point.

“definitely, lets get it.”

After about an hour or so of picking out unique (ugly asf) sweaters for each of the boys, you paid and left the store.

The day of the party soon rolled around and you got your sweaters on, heading over to the boys’ dorms to give them theirs.

Bakugou: Hell no!

Y/n: pretty pleaseee *puppy dog eyes*

Bakugou: .....fine.

Kirishima: aw yeah cool! I'm gonna look super manly in this!

Sero: I have a bad feeling about this, eh whatever.

Kaminari: we’re gonna look so stupid in these hahaha!

Once they all came out in their sweaters, you and Mina had a whole ass FIT OF LAUGHER 

like I'm talking a good 10 minutes on the floor.

After getting yelled at by Bakugou, you headed over to everyone else.

but not before fist bumping Mina in victory.

“We’re so doing this next year.”

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seven years // h.p

 Summary: Hey! I want to request a harry potter x reader in which the reader is friends with the golden trio since first year (they are the golden quartet) and harry and the reader are in love with each other and during the battle of howarts harry finds time to confess his feelings and finally kiss her passionately. (In a kinda dramatic scenario if it's possible? Somewhat like the romione kiss?) I would love it so much if you write it! Send you a virtual hug! Bye!

Warnings: blood, violence, mentions of death

Word Count: 3k

A/N: this one was fun to write. there isn’t enough harry content out there.

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FIRST YEAR

Meeting Harry on the train had been an accident. A happy one, yes, but an accident nonetheless. You had tumbled into his compartment, hair disheveled and eyes wide, hoping to find a hiding place from the two red haired boys who were playing pranks on unsuspecting first years.

When you noticed two boys were already sitting there, you made your way to leave, when the dark-haired one called out to you.

“Wait, are you trying to hide?” he had asked, taking in your distressed state.

“Yes,” you nodded, “There are twins, I think they’re twins, throwing little smoke bombs everywhere. I got hit.”

The ginger haired boy sitting across from him groaned, “Oh, those are my brothers.” He smiled apologetically at you and you nodded back.

“You can hide in here, if you want,” the dark haired boy spoke to you again. His eyes were kind, light, and within moments of knowing him, you felt like you could trust him. It was oddly unsettling, but you figured what eleven year old could do any harm?

So you nodded, “Okay.”

And that’s how you got to meet Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley, eventually meeting Hermione Granger not long after. The four of you had a strange start to your friendship, defeating a troll to save Hermione, pegging Snape to be a psychopath, and destroying the Philosopher’s Stone.

And that was only your first year.

SECOND YEAR

When the year had started up again, you were practically bubbling with excitement. The three friends you had made in the previous year had been your only source of sanity, really, so getting back to Hogwarts could not come sooner.

When Harry and Ron didn’t arrive on the train, you sat the whole way with Hermione worrying about where they could possibly be. Had they missed it? Were they sitting alone because you had done something wrong?

But, alas, your questions were answered when the two arrived at Hogwarts, looking anxious and exhilarated.

“We took a flying car,” Harry muttered to you once he took his seat next to you in the Great Hall, “Ron’s dad’s car.”

“You — what? A flying car? Were you spotted?” you couldn’t hide the worry you were feeling. If they had been spotted, they could get thrown out of school.

“We got detention,” Harry ignored your question, his body still very tense, “For a month.”

Across the table, you noticed Ron explaining to Hermione the same things Harry was telling you, her face contorting into shock and disbelief as he told his side of the story.

As if the start of the year hadn’t been adventurous enough, students were beginning to drop like flies all around the school with no real explanation.

So, naturally, people suspected Harry.

“I believe you,” you had told him one night after he vented to you about definitely not being involved, “Harry, you know I’ll always believe you. I’m here to help.”

He stopped his blubbering, “Really?”

You grinned at him, “Of course. What are friends for?”

And, true to your word, you stuck by him as you maneuvered the case of the Chamber of Secrets. You had even entered the Chamber with him, helping him escape the Basilisk and saving Ginny’s life.

“You’re the best, y’know?” Harry had asked once Fawkes saved him, his eyelids becoming heavy and his voice slightly slurred, “Thanks for everything.”

“Don’t thank me for being a friend, Harry,” you helped him up, “Now, c’mon, let’s get you to safety.”

THIRD YEAR

Third year was when you realized you were beginning to fall for your best friend. It started on the train, the moment Harry jumped in front of you and took the Dementor head on, unfortunately passing out but luckily getting saved by the new professor.

For weeks, you couldn’t look at him the same. He had been so selfless, so brave, and yet, you knew he was as terrified as the rest of you.

He had grown a lot over the summer too. His hair was longer, messier, and you had to admit, you liked the look.

But only when Harry plummeted nearly a hundred feet off of his broom in a messy Quidditch match did you realize that, yes, indeed, you were falling fast.

“You scared the bloody hell out of me, Harry,” you ran to his bedside once he woke up, his eyes having trouble adjusting to the brightness of the room, “How are you feeling?”

“Oh, brilliant,” he replied, his voice coarse, “Best I’ve ever felt.”

You couldn’t help the laughter that escaped your lips, “Well, you look fantastic.”

He grinned up at you, flashing his teeth, “Thanks for being here, Y/N. Where are the others? Ron and Hermione?”

In truth, Hermione knew about how you had begun to feel towards Harry, so she diverted Ron in order to give you some private time. But you couldn’t tell him that.

“She’s helping him with homework,” you lied casually.

He nodded, “Oh, alright.”

You stood up and sat on the edge of his bed, linking his hand with yours, “I’ll keep you company, though.”

And so you did. While Harry was dealing with the traumatic aftermath of finding Sirius Black, you were by his side, helping him deal with the news that his godfather was actually the good guy. It took him a while to process it, and you were there for him the whole time.

FOURTH YEAR

As if realizing you had feelings for your best friend wasn’t hard enough, in your fourth year, you had to watch Harry fall for another girl. Cho Chang, the talented dark-haired Ravenclaw, had caught his attention on the train and it was clear he had feelings for her.

Hermione had comforted you, making your realize that she didn’t compare to you at all, but it didn’t help how you had felt that entire year.

When Harry and Ron fought, you were by Harry’s side.

“I believe you, I know you didn’t put your name in,” you told him one night when Harry had been feeling particularly low.

“Thanks,” he had responded, “You’re the best.”

But, no matter how much advice you have him, nor how much help you provided, he didn’t see you as more than a friend. So, you figured getting over your feelings would be the way to go.

Hermione had helped you distance yourself from him. When Harry asked about you, she’d change the subject. When Ron asked about you, she told him the truth. You had watched from afar when Hermione and Ron were picked to be the victims in the Second Task, wondering if Harry would ever see you as anything more than his friend.

By the end of the year, Harry found himself deeply missing your presence. It wasn’t the same without you, and Hermione and Ron felt it too.

You approached Harry one night in the hospital wing after the third task, “I’m sorry you had to go through that. To see something so horrible.”

Harry, bloodied and emotionally bruised on the hospital bed, smiled at you, “I’ve missed you.”

You smiled sadly, taking a seat, “I’m sorry about that too. But I’ve never stopped being proud of you, y’know? Always have been and always will be.”

Harry looked at you for a long time, both of you unsure of what to say next, until he spoke up again, “Hermione said you were dealing with something. D’you mind sharing? It’ll help take my mind off of what just happened.”

Feeling incredibly guilty, you tore your eyes away from him, “I’ll tell you one day. This isn’t the time.”

He seemed to accept your answer, but truth be told, he was thankful to have you by his side again and he didn’t want to push you away by pressing you even more.

“I think I’m gonna head back to my dorm, but I’ll be back in the morning, yeah?” you smiled at him, standing up off of your chair and looking towards the door.

“No — can you, uh, can you stay?” his voice was quiet, almost pleading, “I just really need someone here.”

Who were you to deny him that? He had just been through a traumatizing experience — witnessed someone dying in front of him. So, you sucked up your pride and your annoying feelings and sat back down, reaching over and linking his hand with yours.

Your touch seemed to sooth him, his eyes fluttered shut and he smiled softly, “Thank you.”

So you sat by his side, talking through the night and part of the next morning. It was safe to say your feelings weren’t going away any time soon.

FIFTH YEAR

Coming into the year, Harry had been conflicted. Half the people at school believed him, and the other half didn’t.

What he found especially strange, though, was that he didn’t care what anyone though, as long as you were on his side.

“Of course, why would you lie about that?” you had said casually one evening in the common room, “Whoever doesn’t believe you will just have a horrible shock when he shows himself. Can’t say we didn’t warn them.”

Harry grinned at you, “You’re the best.”

“I know,” you grinned back.

You had noticed throughout the year how he had been behaving differently. He always asked your opinion, he hung around with you after DA practices were over, and the two of you even went to Hogsmeade alone one afternoon, sharing a laugh over a butterbeer and reminiscing about the simpler days when your only problem was an escaped Basilisk.

Hermione had tried telling you his change in attitude was because he was falling for you too, but you had found it hard to believe. There was no proof and you didn’t want to get your hopes up.

“He hasn’t been asking us how we think he’s doing,” Ron told you, raising his eyebrows, “I have to agree with Hermione here.”

“See, even Ronald agrees,” Hermione smirked.

You wanted to believe them, you really did. But it became hard when Harry hid his feelings and emotions so well.

Which is why, one night when you were finishing up another DA meeting and you had stayed behind to clean up the mess, you had been frozen in place by Harry’s lips lightly pressing against yours.

You had kissed him back, naturally, but it was hard to tell whether this was a ‘I’m feeling lonely’ kiss or a ‘I really like you’ kiss. Both of you had pulled away immediately, staring at each other wide-eyed until you laughed it off.

Neither of you mentioned it to Ron or Hermione, but being intuitive as ever, they were both able to tell something had happened between the two of you.

And that something stayed on your mind all summer. Despite the loss of Sirius, despite the threat of the looming war, all you could think about was Harry and how delicately he had kissed you that night.

You were done for.

SIXTH YEAR

Friendship with Harry had changed drastically. Every time you were together now, you shared lingering touches and playful flirting.

There was still a heavy feeling in the air, none of you guys wanting to address it, but you had fun spending the year flirting and teasing him.

You had cheered him on during Quidditch, gotten close to him during parties, sat next to him during meals, and even classes. He seemed to have eyes only for you, and you for him.

“Told you he liked you back,” Hermione boasted about her prediction, “I’m always right.”

“Chill it,” you chuckled, “He hasn’t said anything about liking me back, exactly. We’ll see.”

Luckily for you, Harry had completely ignored most of the girls who now showed interest in him, his eyes focused on you and only you. It was almost too much for you to handle. He had been so caring, so gentle and kind, you often forgot he was still just a friend.

When he won the Felix Felicis in Potions one afternoon, you wondered if he’d use it to ask you out. He didn’t, but you felt lucky enough having him throw compliments at you and get you flustered. 

It was no question to you that after Dumbledore died, you would follow Harry until the ends of the Earth to hunt down the Horcruxes and defeat the Dark Lord.

Honestly, you’d follow him to the ends of the Earth even if the fate of the Wizarding World wasn’t at stake. He was Harry, your Harry, and there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him. 

SEVENTH YEAR

The decision to not return to Hogwarts had been unanimous between you, Harry, Ron and Hermione. None of you thought it was a good decision, nor did any of you want to sit back and let Harry deal with this himself. You spent the summer at the Burrow, finally getting to see Harry again after an eventful Polyjuice Potion filled night. 

“We’re always going to be with you, Harry,” you pulled him in for a hug the evening of the wedding as the two of you swayed slowly on the dance floor, “Always.”

“That means so much to me,” he mumbled into your hair, sending shivers down your spine, “Couldn’t do this without you.”

And that’s how you ended up here, months later, fighting on the school grounds. Bodies had been scattered across the grand corridors, the same corridors that you had called home for six years. Bodies of students that you shared classes with, bodies of students you had seen in the Great Hall.

You weren’t sure how this had happened, how this war had become so devastating and crumbling, but you knew there was no way you’d back out. This wasn’t just Harry’s fight, it was yours too.

You ran through the halls, spells bouncing off of walls and screams echoing through the stone walls, your mind set on Harry.

You bumped into Ron on the way, who had his arms wrapped tightly around Hermione, both of them looking pale and bloodied. They seemed worse for wear, but both smiled upon seeing you safe and uninjured.

“Have you guys seen Harry?” your voice was shaky, wand gripped tightly between your fingers.

Ron shook his head, “Not in a while.”

Your heart dropped, “Where could he be?”

“Dunno,” Ron shrugged, scanning his eyes over Hermione once more to make sure she wasn’t seriously injured.

“Well, let’s go find him, then!” you glared at the two of them, not understanding how they could be so nonchalant about the whole situation. They seemed more focused on each other. Which wasn’t a major surprise, you knew they’d end up together, but this wasn’t the time.

As you darted down the main corridor, Hermione and Ron also keeping their eyes peeled, you came to a stop in front of the marble staircase, students screaming and rushing by you going unnoticed.

Harry stood ar the top of the stairs, looking down at you all, his face both grateful and exhausted.

“Harry,” you signed, nudging Hermione and Ron to look over. Both their faces broke out into massive grins as they looked at him, relieved.

Before anyone could do or say anything, you took off up the stairs, stopping only when you reached Harry. He smiled at you, face covered in dirt and blood, but his charming smile was enough to get your heart fluttering.

“Hey,” you breathed out, placing your arms around him and pulling him into a bone crushing hug. You seriously hoped he hadn’t injured any ribs or he’d be in even more pain.

“Y/N,” he sighed in relief, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you just as tightly, “I’m so glad you’re safe.”

“As am I,” you grinned, pulling away and scanning him, “I was so worried about you. We can’t stay separated from now on, it’s too risky—,”

He cut you off by placing his hands on the back of your neck and pulling you in for a kiss. You were stunned, glued to the spot, but you leaned into his touch and kissed back, lips moulding against his. He tasted slightly like blood, but you pushed past it and reeled in the feeling of his touch. Your heart was soaring, your knees threatening to buckle under you as he poured all his feelings into the gesture.

He ran his tongue against your bottom lip before pulling away, eyes clouded and a lazy grin on his lips, “Y/N, I’m in love with you. And I know this isn’t a great time to do this but I just... I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I’ve been crazy about you for two years now.”

“I’ve been crazy about you since third year,” you pressed your forehead against his, letting your eyes flutter shut, “Can’t beat that. I wanted to tell you so long ago but I was worried you wouldn’t feel the same.”

He lifted his forehead away from yours and pressed his lips quickly to yours once more. For someone who had just been through a war, his kiss was surprisingly soft. His hands gripped your waist and yours found their way into his hair.

After the kiss ended, you looked down to Ron and Hermione who were both grinning broadly and shooting you both a thumbs up. Harry chuckled, pulling you in close to him and resting his head against yours. The war surrounding you seemed distant, forgotten even, as you focused on solely him.

“We’ll make it out of this together, yeah?” he asked softly so only you could hear him.

“Yeah, we will.”

And you were right. After the war ended, you and Harry continued your relationship and it blossomed quickly. He had promised to love you, and he did exactly that. He was the most caring, generous and loving person you had ever met and you felt like the luckiest person alive to have him by your side.

You were absolutely smitten for Harry Potter and there was nothing that could possibly be done to change that.

[muwur]

snapchat headcanons

✧ hc’s ✧ for using snapchat w ur boi toi ft. the pretty setter squad

❧ gn reader

✎ 3.1k words

a/n: kinda a combo of how they use sc and the kinds of snaps they send you! along w wat u send them, and uh... dating stuf n shenanigans? texting/snapping habits? my fantasies? IDEK ANYMORE EOFHEFJ

this was born from the recesses of my mind , which desired nothing mor than snapchats from suga , us sending cute selfies , others bein dumb n chaotic , no context videos , n him snapping me photos of some mangoes on sale he said he’ll buy for me DXX it’s too late for me now

doing research on hq bois and surfing thru sc features (im just now realizing theres quite a bit?? im hoping i address most of them at some point lolol) instead of real life tings aHHhhhHAHA

requests: open! will be working on a suga one i got, dw, requester!

sugawara

✧ sends good morning and good night snaps

✧ so he’s rlly good at keeping streaks, probs has the longest ones (one of them being y’alls streak)

✧ posts tidbits of volleyball practice on his story every once in a while

✧ snaps you pics of his sleeping teammates when they’re coming back to school after a long day of matches , adding a single ‘❤️’ as a caption

✧ he will also create colorful masterpieces on all of them

✧ gives daichi a santa beard, tanaka a squiggly stache (i imagine it to look like spongebob n patrick’s seaweed ones now that were mEN), n kageyama sum angry brows,,, wait he already has them lolol u good der kags

✧ posts a picture of you when you’re hanging out, captioning it: “🥰“

✧ has conversations with you purely via snaps

✧ ranges from casual chats and checking up on u to crackwhoring ( ** indicates the photo, while the “” quotes indicate the caption, all snaps are italicized, otherwise its regular dialogue)

✧ suga: *peace sign* “hey sweetheart, how r u?”

✧ you: *pics of homework* “ahh, drowning in school ;-; i cant wait for this week to be over fghjkl”

✧ suga: *close up with :o on his face* “let’s study together tmrw!”

✧ or

✧ suga: *complete darkness* “its 3 am n i cant sleep”

✧ you: *the top half of your head, laying on a pillow* “ ;( aw babe. do u want me to send something to help u sleep?”

✧ suga: *still in darkness* “y u still up?? go sleep. n 🥺 yes pls”

✧ you: *snaps pics of feet* “that’ll be 50 bucks, pay up” 

✧ suga: *darkness remains* “can we make a trade instead? i promise to make it worth ;)”

✧ ok now u BOTH cant sleep (im sry my crackheading be acting up around 2am eeryday, i stan a mischievous suga--)

✧ video chats (in the darkness lol) instead until you both pass out (im not in luv u r 😭)

✧ super down to take filtered selfies w you

✧ does all the silly ones with you (things like ’angry face’ or the frog one)

✧ but also rlly digs lookin cute with you using some heart crowns, y’all an aesthetic (n crakhead) duo fosho

✧ def subscribes to life hacks and tries them out himself, has a 50% success rate

kageyama

✧ doesn’t rlly use snapchat too much

✧ but when he does

✧ will either send you a picture to indicate he’s at volleyball practice (wow wat a sexi lookin gym floor)

✧ or some random picture of whatever he’s doing at the moment (*drinking milk*)

✧ this is mostly in order to save streaks

✧ he’s so bad at streaks

✧ “why does it matter?? what’s the point of sending just black screens or whatever’s in front of you at the moment??”

✧ can’t keep a consistent streak for more than 3 days and also doesn’t care (until hinata challenges him to see who can have the longer one)

✧ when you send him videos of him playing, he really focuses on them to try to improve his technique. asks you to send those vids to him (assuming u saved them, which u did)

✧ but when you look over his shoulder when he’s watching a video and give him some compliment (“i recorded at the perfect moment! that was a really good set, kageyama!”), he gets a bit flustered

✧ gets even more flustered but pretty happy whenever you post videos on your story showing karasuno winning some points with captions like:

✧ “footage of the legendary quick >.>” or “karasuno crows flyin high!” or “these bois make my heart 😭 im so proud”

✧ you WILL catch him off guard in photos, using filters that surrounds his head w/ emojis like 🥺💖🥰💘

✧ you also put these on your story (to his dismay)

✧ ppl comment on these mor than anything else (n for those who dont rlly kno kageyama, theyre kinda surprised to him like this)

✧ hinata snickers “hey kageyama you look pretty good here--”

✧ takes some selfies with you, mostly cuz you want them

✧ saves them after u send them over (n secretly cherishes them)

✧ occasionally watches his subscriptions, they’ll usually involve sports, mostly volleyball (who woulda guessed)

✧ you use his bitmoji to test out random facial expressions you would never see him wear

✧ you: “can you smile and wink like this? act like you’re the obnoxious charming guy in a shojo.”

✧ will actually attempt, but it looks so bad that you die inside and he never wants to try again cuz of ur laughing outburst (you: “😭😭 bb im sorry i couldnt help it”)

oikawa

✧ literally sends you anything and everything

✧ morning bathroom selfie to show off how good his hair came out that day, saying:

✧ “he has risen”

✧ or “i woke up like this”

✧ and my favorite, “you’re lucky you get this content for frEE”

✧ selfies with iwa, who just looks annoyed and exasperated at the camera

✧ sends you pics of his lunch and snacks (“bet u wish u had milk bread too”)

✧ always packs extra milk bread so he could convince you to stay at his practice after school--

✧ FILTERSS

✧ I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENUF

✧ will either use the filters that make him kayooottt (cute)

✧ loves the ones named ‘hearts,’ ‘soft,’ ‘peach,’ ‘butterfly cheeks,’ vsco filters LOL, etc

✧ uses ‘big mouth’ when he feelin a bit sASSY; also loves to use this one when he rants, it channels his inner valley girl

✧ sometimes he’ll be snacking or drinking something while he does so (“hey guys today im gonna eat these milk buns from my favorite bakery and this bomb orange juice and complain about this little kid who talked smack to me earlier and almost made me cry--”)

✧ takes cute selfies with you, is an aesthetic selfie king, puts them on his story to show off he’s hangin with you

✧ but on your story you only post the ones he looks bad in LOL

✧ has separate stories for his every need, some r private (and lucky you, ur included in all of them)

✧ titles them ‘mean things iwa said to me today,’ ‘ranting hotbox + mukbangs,’ ‘a day in the life of oikawa,’ ‘volleyball 🏐,’ ‘unpopular opinions,’ etc. 

✧ fitting room photoshoots lol

✧ “y/n, what do you think of this??” “and this?” “oOH WHAT ABOUT THIS??”

✧ ends up calling you through video chat so you can live critique his choices

✧ “oikawa, please no, i can’t be seen with you in public if you wear those--”

✧ also changes his bitmoji’s outfits from time to time, hopes you’ll notice, but you don’t LOL (oikawa: ;((((((( )

kenma

✧ uses sc usually just to reply to messages ppl send him

✧ indifferent about streaks, but keeps a few with ppl he’s closer to

✧ mindlessly plays the snapchat games with you, finds some of them kinda cute

✧ you both made his bitmoji for him, dressing his up in the orange cat suit

✧ you also helped make kuroo’s and put his in the black cat suit to match--

✧ snaps you every time he gets a new game, starts playing it, and once he finishes

✧ started to post some gameplays and reviews on his sc story (might as well add them to sc since he was already on other social platforms), and ended up amassing a large following

✧ follows the tech and gaming stories on sc

✧ as well as the ones with cute animals--

✧ open to selfies with you, usually wears a calm expression and holds up a peace sign

✧ even occasionally sticks his tongue out

✧ his story is occasionally heavily bombarded with candids of him w/ pretty sc filters, all taken by you

✧ but of all the filters, you love using the clout glasses on him

✧ especially when he’s just minding his own business

✧ “kenma, in his tru habitat” when hes cocooned in a blanket

✧ “kenma, on his way to steal yo manz” while on his way to the bathroom

✧ “kenma, next iron chef. watch out gordon” as he’s cooking instant ramen

✧ “kenma” n das it

✧ but he thinks it meme-y so he lets you do whatever you want, kinda digs it

✧ you end up dedicating your snap story to memes of kenma and the nekoma volleyball team. ppl are in it for the shits n giggles n hot bois

✧ you later discover someone else did the same thing with their volleyball team filled with hot bois from shiratorizawa, and you befriend tendou and share funni internet tings

akaashi

✧ 99% of his photos include either you or bokuto or both

✧ bokuto spams akaashi’s story and contact list with selfies and videos of himself using weird filters, often gets you to join him

✧ has several streaks, but will send something with more substance than a black screen or his bedroom window

✧ will usually involve smthng that just happened to him or smthing he saw, like:

✧ “a kind older lady offered me some apples in return for helping her”

-or:

✧ “how do i break the news to bokuto that the yaikniku place he’s been wanting to go to for the past week ,,, is closed today”

✧ o n let’s not leave out:

✧ “is it possible to conjure a ghost using a wooden spatula, ketchup, and a chalk drawn hexagram? bokuto’s been paranoid ever since he tried last night and i dont know what to tell him. seriously, help”

✧ looks through stories occasionally, comments whenever bokuto makes questionable decisions

✧ also comments on whatever you’ve posted. his words range from “you’re cute” to “why,” depending on the content

✧ ppl know when y’all are hanging out cuz he’ll post smthing to indicate he’s with you, usually it’s some candid and you’re not paying attention

✧ appreciation posts for you as well! esp if you got him something, like onigiri or his fav, Nanohana no Karashiae , for lunch! (akaashi: *snaps a pic of his food* “thank you y/n for feeding me”)

✧ prefers video calling over texting/snapping whenever possible tho

✧ occasionally reminisces thru his sc memories

✧ enjoys the flashback feature and will send them to you and bokuto (cuz they’re about y’all anyway lolol)

✧ also has secretly saved a bunch of selfies of himself, consists of him trying out a lot of the filters (he feelin himself)

✧ you, one day, looking thru his phone and discovering them: “akaashi, you’re so pretty wtf”

✧ akaashi: “...”

koganegawa

✧ sends you selfies of him before practice

✧ during breaks

✧ and after practice, usually makes a comment about how it went for him that day like:

✧  “i hit a decent toss today and futakuchi actually complimented me!”

✧ that, or:

✧ “i got yelled at 17 times today 😢😩”

✧ has quite a few streaks, his longest ones being with you and hinata

✧ def uses filters

✧ tries out every funny one he finds and sends you videos

✧ “look y/n im an aaaaAALlliiEEENnnNNN oo oo hoo hhhooOOh”

✧ “now im a chicky nuggy!!” (chicken nugget)

✧ also enjoys the doodle feature

✧ but he uses the filter with the clout glasses unironically--

✧ usually when smth good happens to him and he feels happy and/or cool about it

✧ “just beat the boss in this game on my 69th try B)”

✧ “kogane, that’s--”

✧ plays sc games with you and thinks bitmojis r cool

✧ kinda sad he cant find a hair option that matches him tho lolol rip

✧ you: “you hair’s just,,, unique,,,”

✧ subscribed to anything sports and fitness, as well as pop culture so he can stay in the loop

✧ also watches everyone else’s stories, pointing out whenever he sees smthing cool and/or interesting

✧ “woahh, karasuno’s at nationals right now! i wish we could’ve won, but next year for sure!!”

✧ you encourage him at all his games, hyping him up irl and online

✧ “koganegawa: best setter 😍!!”

✧ luckily you didnt record the parts he completely messed up LOL

semi

✧ before going out with you, snaps you a pic of his casual outfit like:

✧ semi: “does this look ok”

✧ you: “babe you look great, tendou was just messing with you”

✧ will make unwanted appearances on tendou’s snap and complains to you about them

✧ “i didnt consent to being part of his meme page” and

✧ “okay, but he didn’t only have to share all the moments i messed up--”

✧ also indifferent about streaks but will do them

✧ sometimes sends snaps/streaks indicating he’s practicing his music

✧ when you see these you usually ask him to send you vids or if you can come over n watch

✧ initially is a bit shy about it but he loves what he does and you and knows you’re genuinely interested and supportive so he agrees

✧ secretly rlly enjoys having you as his personal audience

✧ lowkey into asmr, like the soap cutting shit as well as chewing crunchy things

✧ also watches food porn and clips of mukbangs, then can’t resist going on youtube and watching the whole thing

✧  “y/n, can we try this, it looks so good--”

✧ will also often watch oikawa’s stories, especially his ‘ranting hotbox + mukbangs,’ and makes comments about him being an idiot

✧  “this kid he’s talking about is a savage”

✧ but admits they’re quite entertaining

✧ just looks serious in all the selfies you take with him

✧ you: “can you look like you’re enjoying yourself?”

✧ semi: “i look cooler like this tho”

✧ sc memories filled with shenanigans from you and the volleyball team, doodles, and mirror selfies with him experimenting diff looks (you: “tendou, you got him way too concerned about this”)

✧ also enjoys showing off he’s with you, taking a short video of you when you hang out

✧ you: “semi, i look bad right now”

✧ semi: “but you can never look bad”

✧ you: “🥺 bb”

✧ viewers: “aw”

✧ shiratorizawa: “can he be this nice with us LOL”

shirabu

✧ his main mode of communication with you is mostly through the regular messaging app, so he doesn’t use sc too much

✧ also doesn’t care for streaks and is bad at keeping them

✧ will answer to you or his senpais rather soon tho

✧ but lets all his other notifications pile up a bit before finally going thru them

✧ goes through the snaps he receives really fast, spending like 2 seconds each to look at them cuz aint nobody got time for dat

✧ doesn’t even rlly open goshiki’s LOL

✧ you have fun using filters on him and taking videos while he’s just doing his own thing peacefully like studying

✧ it takes him a second to notice and when he finally looks up, he just gives you an exasperated look

✧ cue you cracking up with laughter bc the filter finally shows up on his face

✧ his eyes and mouth are now on mike wazowski

✧ that, or his face becomes so disturbingly moRPhed like an alien

✧ caption: “ken-chan, my future medical man 😍”

✧ “y/n, please, this is like the 7th time in the last 20 minutes--”

✧ finally convinced him to take a study break and hang out with you

✧ which usually consists of snacking and light banter while you lay your head on his lap

✧ and scrolling through snapchat stories and showing him what everyone else is up to and cool things you’re subscribed to

✧ “loooook, dr. miami’s doing another butt job! is this the line of work you’re studying so hard for?”

✧ “no, it’s really not”

✧ is actually very soft with you and likes having the photos and vids for memories

atsumu

✧ sends you snaps where his brother looks bad, captioning it:

✧ “this is evidence that im the hotter twin”

✧ likewise, osamu sends you snaps where atsumu looks even worse

✧ like, the mans passed out, looking rekt and open mouthed, drool seeping into his pillow

✧ osamu: “u still have time to break up with him”

✧ also lucky for you, atsumu also loves to take unflattering photos of you and send them to you randomly at like 2 am

✧ you: “nani tf when did you even take this??”

✧ usually posts a snap while he’s out somewhere like at a match, the gym, outside on a run, a party, or just hanging out with you or his frens

✧ however, makes sure you look good if you show up on his story cuz he wants to show you off

✧ doesn’t really care for streaks, but has a lott

✧ but also has a tON of unopened snaps

✧ is the type to send just a black screen n call it a day, or maybe spice it up by sending a pic of the sexi gym floor (a comeback) w his shoe in the corner

✧ will, however, consistently respond to you and kinda looks forward to ur snaps (secretly hopes you show ur face)

✧ but when you dont:

*in class*

✧ atsumu: *a smirk on his face* “your content’s kinda dry today” 

✧ you: *your sexi desk* “my nudez ain’t free, i demand compensation”

✧ atsumu: *grasped his chin in thought, but angled the cam up bc he needa hide his phone in class lolol* “what if i... take you out on a romantic excursion”

✧ you: * your face but with ‘sausage’ filter* “🥵🥵🥵🥵 yessir, what u want”

✧ rlly only wants to have pics of your face wat a closeted sOFTIE

✧ likes to have content on his flashbacks

✧ usually has other social media sources to keep up to date with things

✧ actually rlly digs using sc filters, mostly ones that’ll make him look like a queen

✧ captions a selfie of you two like: “me >>>>>>> y/n”

✧ but nearly everyone who comments on it is like: “i think you flipped the sign, bro 🤥”

✧ judges ppl who are into soap cutting asmr (you will never hear the end of it if you also like it)

a/n: sc kinda dying for me, my use went from suga to an atsumu to like nearly nonexistent LOL

also o gawd i already have ideas here n there for a pt 2 so stay tuned fjxnwfesd hope it takes me less long cuz this one took me fkin foreva LOL

idk y i made semi like mukbangs but i feel like he’d be rlly into them--

[equizona]

Hi it’s okay thank you for letting me know! I’ve sent something similar to other blogs too so yeah... ❤️

Would you be okay writing just a Bakugou x reader fic? It can include any darker themes I’m comfortable with most and yeah? Or a separate one with Karma? If not then that’s totally okay too! ☺️

Alright, you got it! I opted to do one with Bakugou, no matter how much I love Karma, because I got a great idea for a fic with our blonde boy. Hope you enjoy it.

Warning! This story has a warning of Alchahol, abuse, bullying, mental-health issues, drugs, rape, insecurities, and the etc.

Truth in a star.

[Bakugou x Reader]

Aldera high, the school you had gone to for the seven most miserable years of your life. To be honest, this new school year was shit as well, but nothing was worse than those years.

Why? Because you started your dumbass habits during those years. It wasn't an unknown fact that most of the students from that school did some stupid shit while they went there. You were 99% sure one of your old classmates had even raped a girl at one point. Nothing was certain though, so you kept quiet.

Of course, you never went that far. You stuck to the usual drugs, smoking, alcohol, and the etcetera. You'd first get high on alcohol, then some drugs. Then you'd smoke for the rest of the night, refilling the drugs or alcohol whenever you were starting to get sober.

Even the quirkless dumbass by the name Midoriya had done something stupid once. Smoked. He regretted it, and never went near it again, but still, the boy had done it.

Everyone except Bakugou Katsuki. Every time anyone had tried to get him to do it, he would do a stern no. Nobody could convince him. That's why you were laughing your ass off when the league of villains had decided to try and sawy the boy to their side.

The boy was going to be the number one hero, he made his mind up as a kid. Nobody could sway him from that path, no matter how hard they tried. He had the strongest will you had ever seen. Even the Midoriya boy didn't compare.

You hadn't been to close to Bakugou, but you were sort of friends. The occasional hang-out, conversations. He wasn't half bad most of the time either.

You remembered when the two of you went to watch a movie with some other classmates. But surprisingly, he was not the one yelling. He was the one telling people to shut up whenever they got to loud.

It was great. And honestly? You missed the guy. That's why you tuned in on the news for once in your life, bottle in hand, wanting to see what would happen to your childhood friend.

And man did you regret it. The boy nearly died, All might retired, the dumbass Midoriya and some other stupid fuck decided to save him. And you had done nothing. Like you always had done. Nothing.

You were a failure. Always had been. You had no plans, no goals, na-da. One of the reasons you always admired the blonde. He had his plan set out for him his whole life. He was strong, amazing.

Except, on the news, you could see he wasn't all that.

Well, he was. But he was also more than that. He wasn't the all mighty god you had thought he was. No, he was a human. A person. A human being with emotions, feelings, and all that stupid shit.

And suddenly your life didn't seem so bad. Because if he could do it, so could you, right?

Yeah, you could do this shit.

_______________________________

You had been right. You could do it.

It had been a few months, mabye four now? And your life had been getting so much better.

You decided you would work towards becoming a teacher and a florist as a part timer. Sure, your teachers had been worthless at helping the students, but you wanted to be one who could help.

Your teacher had ignored bullying, depressed teenagers, fed the god complex of a guy who needed help. He had made school so much worse for you, and your classmates. For Bakugou too, even if he would never admit it. You hoped the blonde had a nicer teacher now.

Actually, you were also doing pretty good in school. You didn't want to waste your life studying, so you had a schedule that had both studying, general needs, chores, and free-time on it. Your life was doing great.

Which is why you had decided to go visit Bakugou Katsuki. You knew that the Yuuei school had gotten dorms, and you knew where the school was, so it wasn't to bad of a task.

You also had a bouquet of flowers. You had arranged it yourself. It had orange lillies, orange tulips, Calla Lillies, and spray roses. It turned out quite nice if you said so. You hoped the blonde would like it. You hadn't seen him in almost a year and a half now, so you weren't sure if orange was still his favorite color, but you had gone with it anyways.

Less romantic than red roses. You weren't here to ask the guy on a date, rather, you were here to thank him. Thank him for being a bitch, a God, an idol and a human being. Because what else would you do.

Even if your life had taken a turn for the better, you were still a sassy piece of shit.

Still a hot piece of shit though.

Hotter than Bakugou.

That last one was a lie, Bakugou was pretty damn hot. But you also knew he could be cute at times, handsome, down right beautiful. You guessed having a model and fashion designer helped him with that.

The boy was a spitting imagine of his mother, and you had seen her modeling, she was fucking stunning.

Also, you were betting Bakugou would be like Hawks and take modeling on the side. After all, he had already done quite a few modeling gigs before. You had seen him. He invited you once.

You clocked the button for the bus you were on to stop. On your way out you gave the driver a thank you. You saw him give a short nod in the mirror.

You stretched a bit. It wasn't the prettiest, and it was pretty cloudy, but you could manage.

You didn't wait around long before you started making your way to where you knew the giant school was. Hell, you could even see it where you were right now.

_______________________________

"Bakugou Katsuki! Over here!" You yelled out, hoping he blonde would hear you. Luckily for you, he did. His red eyes snapped towards you, leaving the group of five he was in.

His eyes were confused for a few seconds, before they flickered with recognition. You didn't hear what he said, but soon the four were waving him off and he was joggibg towards you.

The boy was fast, just like he had always been. "What the fuck are you doing here extra?" You chuckled lightly, before pushing the bouquet into his hands. His eyes shot up to you in confusion. "What the hell is this?!"

You gave him a small shrug. "I'll tell you, if you spend the day with me." The boy blinked at you, before glaring. But it seemed mabye his curiosity beat his hatred, and he killed over the pink. She gave you a quick smile, intredoucing herself as Ashido Mina. You gave your name back to be polite. Then the girl ran off with the flowers you had given him.

And then the boy was dragging you by the wrist. Not that you minded. His hands where warm, and comfy, so it was okay.

_______________________________

It was getting late, and he two of you should be heading back.

The two of you had mainly just been walking around. You went to a restaurant and an arcade at some point, but mainly just wondering.

"You never said what the flowers where for dumbass." You looked at him, giving a smile. "Let me tell you a story." He glared. "I want to know about the flowers, not your life story." You shrugged again.

"Some time ago, I had a lot of shit going on. I was doing drugs, drinking, and all that shit. I also had no career I wanted to do, and I was in a shitty place. Since we had been going to the same school for so long, you kinda grew to become my idol. The only one who knew what they were going to do."

"So when you got kidnapped, and I saw you were only human? Also human? That you had flaws, and emotions, and all those things, it hit me. Because you still had everything figured out. So why couldn't I? I'm now working to become a teacher, along with a florist on the side. I'm the one who arranged the flowers I gave earlier, like them?"

The teenager kept quiet, not bothering to reply until about ten minutes had past. "Sure." You gave a small chuckle. "I'm like, 100% sure that's not how it works." "Shut up extra."

The two of you were quiet for a while after that. Just walking in silence towards Yuuei high. You were greatful that it wasn't awkward at least.

Soon enough, the two of you were standing infront of the school gates. You saw him look up, making you follow his vision.

A star.

It was cloudy, and you hadn't been expecting to see a star tonight, but there it was. You smiled lightly, tapping Bakugou on the shoulder. He turned around and gave you a look.

"The first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, get the wish I wish tonight." You said, making a wish on the star. He raised an eyebrow at you.

"What?" He shook his head.

Neither of you spoke, or moved for at least two minutes. It was starting to get awkward.

"So, uhm..." you tried speaking. "You know, I'm kind of happy." You blinked. "What?" "Well, I was kind annoyed when you first started speaking on how you got everything figured out. The fact you didn't have shit figured out was the reason I fucking liked you."

"What?!" You whisper-yelled. "Just fucking listen to me. Anyways, I always thought you were cool for still going, despite the fact you didn't have shit figured out. Then I realized that because you kept on going, you had stuff figured out. And now I'm kinda happy for you."

You smiled, trying to contain the excitement. Then you realized something. "Wait? What do you mean you liked me?" He looked at you, and you almost managed to get lost in his crimson eyes. "Yeah, I've liked you since kindergarten dumbass. Still do."

With that he walked through the gate. You just stood there shocked for a minute, absentmindedly watching Bakugou walk further away. You shook your head, brining yourself back into the world.

"HEY! BAKUGOU! YOU CAN'T JUST DROP A BOMB ON SOMEONE LIKE THAT AND JUST LEAVE?!" He ignored you and kept walking. Your eye twitched. "FINE THEN, I'LL JUST TAKE MYSELF ON A DATE!" You yelled.

That git his attention, as he spun around to look at you. You grinned. "I LIKE YOU TOO DUMBASS! YOU STILL HAVE MY NUMBER RIGHT? FRIDAY, 4PM IF YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND!" With that you turned around and started walking home.

[prinxlyart]

I will say, I am hungry again and I have a few ask for your Willumity/Vinira headcannons. HOWEVER to be fair to you. This time I will restrain myself and simply ask for you to share any headcanons you want to share as of now!

You can ALWAYS ask for more Willumity.

A L W A Y S

But!! Since you’ve given me free reign to just play in this sandbox, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do

We all agree that Luz is hella ADHD. This girl will talk for HOURS about the shit she likes. If something grabs her attention, she wants to know everything about it. She doesn’t like being told to do things, but she loves being asked to do things. For example: if someone tells her she needs to do a thing her brain will immediately click into the “No” position and will refuse to budge. If someone asks her to do something, her brain clicks to “help? I can help? I can help with a thing for this person? Yes! I’ll help this person with this task because it will make them happy! Yes! I can help!” This is why acts of service resonate so strongly with her.

I don’t know what mental diversity looks like on the Boiling Isles considering how just. Horror-based everything is? But I’m 100% on that autistic Amity train. She has to do things a Certain Way or she’ll teeter on the edge of a meltdown. She refuses to touch/eat certain textures. She usually doesn’t know what the appropriate response/reaction is to a given conversation, especially with her socialite friends, which is why she just remains a cool mask of indifference. She’ll inspect every detail of anything that’s handed to her. She’s incredibly smart, but doesn’t always know how to convey what she knows and understands into words other people can understand. The only people allowed in her personal space are her siblings. Eventually that also stems to Luz and Willow, maybe more as she grows more comfortable with herself? But usually anyone getting in her space is overwhelming and alarming. Defo has a hard time regulating/processing her emotions.

I need to make an entire post dedicated to Augustus Porter because my boy deserves it, but I’ll toss some random things here. He has a signed poster from the head of the Illusionist Coven framed on his bedroom wall. He and his dad have bi-weekly after-dinner standup comedy sessions with each other (Perry has kept a secret journal of all of Gus’s best jokes he’s done over the years that he reads whenever he needs a pick-me-up).

Perry and Eda knew each other in school in passing. Their social circles overlapped but they were never hanging out in the same groups. When Gus is very little (like, maybe 3 or 4?), Perry takes him to the market to just wander around and they find Eda’s Human Collectibles Stand. She and Perry catch up, he introduces her to his son, and Eda (ever the saleswoman) pulls out some shiny human thing that Gus is immediately taken with. In between her and Perry catching up, Gus asks her a million questions about the thing he’s been given and then even more questions about other stuff at her stand. She actually finds it really fun to show off her human shit to someone so enthralled by it. She makes some stuff up here and there just to mess with him, but he’s too young to realize it’s a joke or not true, and takes everything at face value. We all know Eda likes to get a little theatrical with her sales pitches; she does the Salesperson act with everything Gus asks her about. She lets Gus take a couple items home just because he was such a riot and Perry insists he pay for something, but Eda just waves them off and tells him that this is just an investment in a lifelong customer. She had no idea how right she was because Gus defo became obsessed with human culture from that point on. He also picked up on Eda’s super theatrical sales pitches (because he thought it was funny and because he thought that’s just how you’re supposed to show human stuff to people) and began showing off his own “human collectibles museum” to his dad with the same theatrical voice. Perry plays along with this too (as a news anchor he’s got a great announcer voice) and ta-da! That’s how we get the boy we all know and love today. It’s 100% Eda’s fault, but Perry definitely encouraged it because it made his son so happy. That’s also why Gus doesn’t seem especially perturbed at meeting Eda for the first time in ep 3. Or for interjecting his new Human Knowledge in the moment she was patting Luz’s head. He’s used to having conversations with her about human junk whenever she has her stand up. Eda’s secretly relieved that one of Luz’s new friends is actually someone she kinda knows. It’s Perry’s kid, and Perry’s a good guy. His little squirt seems to be growing up to be pretty good too.

Eda scoffs at “nerdy” shit as if she hasn’t owned the Clawthorne Braincell her entire life. “She worked twice as hard” “-that just made me work harder than you!”. Eda’s extremely smart and extremely talented. She likely created the secret room of shortcuts entirely on her own. She probably studied in the school library constantly, but under the guise of causing mischief. And like. She probably did both. She was a potions track kid so she probably knew all the best ways to make stink bombs that she could leave hidden in the shelves. She hated school because she was so limited and stifled; she only wanted to learn magic and was told no at every turn. So when she learned magic on her own, yknow, without the guidance of a teacher, there’s bound to be some major fuck ups. Once she’s fine-tuned her mistakes though, she absolutely turns them into pranks. You say I’m not allowed to study multiple tracks, bumpikins?? Well how’s THIS!!! How’s THAT for focus??? (Half of her pranks were also just her showing off and desperately hoping to prove that she could learn any type of magic and couldn’t be constrained to just the one. Bump recognized this of course, but he had strict guidelines to follow and no Luz Noceda to call him out for it.)

Camila treasures her daughter more than life itself. I personally refuse to headcanon anything to do with her extended family or why she’s a single parent (too many variables and options that could be addressed in the show), but I do know that she loves Luz more than anything. It’s exhausting being a single mom, working as a nurse, and trying to be there for her ADHD daughter when the rest of the world doesn’t seem to want her. It hurts her so much to see her baby, the light of her life, her Luz, be brushed aside and written off as “the weirdo”, or bullied, or even outright hated by some people just because she’s a little different. She’s had to have some words with the school staff for how they treat her on occasion. Did you see that Principal’s death glare in the first ep?? He hates her. Camila’s there not just because she’s Luz’s parent, but also to act as a barrier between the principal and Luz. She would move Heaven and Earth for Luz, but it can be a lot when you’re the only adult around. I truly believe she wanted Luz to go to that camp to learn how to be friends with kids that didn’t already know her or her quirks. Even she sounded unsure of what they would do at that camp, but she had full faith that this would be Luz’s opportunity to make friends with other kids that could teach her to like....more mainstream stuff. So she could learn how to mimic their (hopefully, toned down) behaviors. She just wants her baby to be accepted by others.

This next one’s a doozy so hold on to your butts

Lilith is technically smart. And I mean that in a literal sense - she can read and understand the fundamentals of magic, the concepts and execution of complex spells, recite entire chapters of Boiling Isles history, you name it. Many adults in her youth called her gifted because of it. All she actually did was absorb the information and regurgitate it when asked. She thrived on the praise she received. What made her different from her sister is that she never wanted anything more than to do as she was told. Her biggest goal? Her dream job? Was to just be given orders by the Emperor. I’m sure there’s all sorts of flowery propaganda surrounding that, advertising how incredible it is to be in the Emperor’s Coven, what an honor it is to work alongside the witch that can speak to the Titan. But it’s literally just. Taking orders. And knowing you’re somehow better than everyone else because you’ve been selected to be among the elite. She never strived for anything more; she never wanted to do anything else but enforce the Emperor’s will because that was “the highest honor” a witch could have. As a result (or in conjunction rather) she lacks literally any amount of foresight. There’s only one braincell in the Clawthorne Family and her sister has it because this dumbass doesn’t think about anyone but herself. Instead of talking with Eda about what they should do when they were told there was only one spot left in the Emperor’s Coven, she walked away. Only thinking of how she could secure her victory. She didn’t ask Eda how she felt about the situation, she didn’t let Eda speak her mind about what her own desires were; Eda made it clear enough that she just wanted to be by Lilith’s side, she didn’t care what that meant. She just wanted to be with her big sister. Eda tried to reach out to her to discuss their cirumstances, but Lilith just walked away like the broody, self-centered teenager that she was and resolved to cheat her way to victory. When Eda knew this was her dream. Why would she think Eda would take away her dream???? She could’ve asked Eda to throw the duel? She could’ve asked her to fake the match? Or even fake sick? Or just not even shown up! If she didn’t show up it could’ve counted as a forfeit and Lilith would’ve earned the spot by default! But no, she had to ruin her sister’s entire life in an act of cowardice and dishonor because she’s so full of herself and didn’t read the fine print. She loves her sister, of course she does, but she’s so self-absorbed that she’s never seen Eda for who she actually is and wasted both of their lives as a result. And this is all just analysis of her character and that flashback, this isn’t even headcanons. I think if she has any amount of respect for her sister (she doesn’t), her redemption will have to go far far beyond an apology and taking on half the curse. When I say Lilith is a dumbass, this is specifically what I mean. She doesn’t think about how her actions will affect those around her. She was the Head of the Emperor’s Coven, literally one of the most powerful positions she could possibly be in on the Boiling Isles and still sacrificed Amity’s dignity and years of hard work just so she could be ensured that she could one-up her sister. She did this in front of everyone in attendance of that Witches Duel. She risked Amity’s credibility as a witch, as a Blight, and as a person just to fuel her own ego. It’s no wonder Amity was so upset; the witch she’s been idolizing her whole life didn’t think she had what it took to best a human that couldn’t do magic in a witches duel. That can fuck up your self esteem something fierce. And Lilith hardly seemed to give a shit!!!! She didn’t care that she just trashed Amity’s reputation in front of dozens of spectators!!!! I’m v bitter about Lilith as a character in case you couldn’t tell.

If I had to throw a headcanon in, I’ll toss one in that sterling and I have discussed: Lilith literally doesn’t know how to live her life as an independent adult. Sure, she knows how to like. Make herself some easy dinners? But that’s literally only because she used to make herself and Eda dinners when they were kids. Beyond that, she has no fucking idea. She can do the basic household chores any teenager knows how to do, but she’s lived in the Emperor’s Castle with the rest of the Coven since she joined. It’s kind of like living in a college dorm; food and a room is provided, there’s maybe a laundry service, she’s never had to pay taxes in her life (not that Eda does, but yknow). The only things she buys for herself (if she doesn’t make it herself) is her hair dye and books. When she first moves in to the Owl House, she has no idea how the household chores are done. She’s on House Cleaning Duty Eternally and the first......I’ll say year. Eda will wake her up by banging pots and pans over her head once every month and scream-singing about how it’s House Cleaning Day, pull out her lawn chairs and some lemonade, and she and Luz (and sometimes King) will just sit back and relax and watch the show that is Lilith trying to clean Hooty. Hooty does not like to cooperate with her (partially because Lilith is a special friend and partially because he knows how much joy it brings Eda and Luz to watch her struggle).

Oof I could go on but this is already one hell of a post huh? Sorry (not really) for dragging Lilith so hard; not a joke, tumblr made me split hers up into two bullet points because it couldn’t comprehend my ranting for so long in one bullet point. I do love sharing these with y’all though, they’re so much fun and I’m so glad you guys like my rambling. <3333