#I'm a little bit of an airhead??? Some things go right over my head or I get confused but I try my best

[golden-explosions-main]

L I blank blank C is what it showed for my name? *she got distracted before her question was answered* I see numbers in parentheses...what's up with that? A....(8) next to my attack stat and a (14) next to my defense...and a cyan word....I cannot quite see what it says but my second trait seems to be a cyan trait.

Flowey: "Cyan? In soul language, cyan usually means patience,"

Flowey: "Which... if you were dealing with backstabbing jerks on the regular, I can see how being patient would come in handy,"

[fictionalsownme]

Do you have any tips that you're willing to share when it comes to writing Wilford? Like, tips to keep writing him as in character as possible?

Hi! I’d love to share some tips!! 🥰 Wil is pretty hard to write for to be honest ^^" It can be easy to fall out of the rhythm of his character since he's just so strange of a guy haha but I guess that's what makes him fun too! each of the points ended up pretty long so hopefully I didn't get too ramble-y!

anyway! hopefully some of these pointers help out! 💞

some disclaimers really quick: all of these are my own interpretation but by no means does anyone have to follow these or do I think I'm right or anything like that! also, this is for wmlw!wilford since I pretty much only write for him so far :) let's get into it!

Wil has two modes depending on how grounded he is. The first is a go-with-the-flow airhead who has no idea what's going on and is completely unbothered by this. Everything just washes right over him, and he seems to think everyone else is like this too. He speaks in non-sensical idioms half the time, each sentence only barely connecting to the last. His accent is pretty over the top in this headspace too! The second is when he's a bit more grounded, probably leaning more Colonel than Wilford. In my writing, he gets like this when he's reminded of his past (similar to wmlw), forced to be present in the current moment, or emotional in some way, etc. His accent is less subtle and more typically british, and he speaks in longer, more logical sentences.

Stress the right words in his dialogue. This one might just be a quirk of my writing style because I love to overuse italics as you can probably tell haha but Wil emphasizes really random words when he speaks, so even just sprinkling it in every once in awhile I feel like adds a lot!

Don't forget his body language. In a similar vein to the previous point, Mark's performance of Wilford is reallyyy physical, and dependent on his mannerisms. How he moves his hands is a big one, they hang in the air or land in interesting spots. Same for his expressions, how he tilts his head, how he sits and walks around, etc. Don't forget to keep him moving often unless he's still for a specific reason (scared, thinking, etc).

Have Wilford 'MOTHERLOVING' Warfstache on standby. I play wmlw pretty much on a loop & on silent in the background while I write him if I feel like I'm struggling to get him right. The way Mark acts him is so specific with his voice and his mannerisms and everything so having the video to refer back to is super helpful even just to get the vibe down. Sometimes I'll watch the whole thing start to finish before I start my writing session, though,, maybe I'm procrastinating hehe

Try to balance his humor, sweetness, and attractiveness. This one is a little weird, and probably depends on your preferences and what kind of fic you're writing, but for me, these are the main aspects of Wil's personality I like to focus on. Like, let's not forget, he's totally ridiculous. But he also seems very sensitive, and you know... he's hot. He's a goofball! I found myself forgetting the funnier side of his personality while I was working on my fic so I figured I'd throw it in :)

He's not as violent as he used to be. so it's clear that Wil doesn't have the temper that he did as the Colonel, but I like to take it a step further and say that once we reach WMLW, he doesn't struggle as much with violence. This is a bit more headcanon territory but Wil's violence post-WKM was based in a (mis?)understanding that death isn't real in this world. I think that plus his desensitization to violence eventually brought him full circle all the way back around to just being kind of passive. He's not scared of violence or guns at all (ie kissing Abe's gun) but he doesn't really bother with them himself either. I just like him as kind of a harmless clueless puppy idk 👉👈 hehe

I hope these helped, and lmk if you have any more questions! I like rambling about my boy(s) kikiki 💞 thanks for the ask!

[moonlightreal]

The Mermaid Magic post

I guess Rainbow needed a show to prove they could still make shows with season 9 taking so long, so they made a little Netflix-length thing called Mermaid Magic. And it’s good fun!

And, I think, it’s the practice run for season 9.

Mermaid Magic stars young mermaids Merlinda, Sasha and Nerissa. Merlinda is the princess of Mertropia, and is basically Bloom with different hair. Her color scheme is even aqua and pink. She’s brave and determined and when she discovers that her father and the kingdom are in danger she heads to the mystic portal to Earth to find the magic pearls they need.

Sasha has the name they almost gave Stella, and she’s kind of an airhead and very social media obsessed. Sasha also gets the most derp faces. The animation is quite good in general but when it does go wrong it seems to always go wrong by stretching Sasha’s face in weird ways. Sasha has a pet merpuppy named Beau Junior who runs around being cute.

Nerissa is leader of the royal guard and the princess’ bodyguard. She’s athletic and very protective of Merlinda. And yeah, she’s kinda Aisha.

I really like the look of the show. Yeah, Sasha gets weird-face but in general the characters are able to make facial expressions and have some body language. The male characters are noticeably less good than the female ones, so I’m not sure how the Specialists are gonna look. There are a lot of background citizens in Mertropia and they all look different from each other so that’s good. And it’s pretty! The transformations when the girls turn into their warrior form are really good! Their magical girl-ed up tridents look great!

When I first was the warrior mermaid forms my thought was, “Ooh, I hope the Winx get a transformation like that!” and… wish granted, in the video we talked about last time! Now my wish is, “I hope the Winx get transformations that AREN’T like that, eventually!” The look is very structured and warriorish, so this CG can definitely handle something like Bloomix. But softer looks like Enchantix? We’ll have to wait and see if the animation program can handle something that looks like softer fabric.

As for the story of Mermaid Magic, it is in a word, predictable. Not one single thing happened that I didn’t see coming a mile away. Gee, I wonder if they’ll get rescued by a cute human boy? Gee I wonder if they’ll find themselves having to go to human school and be humorously fish-out-of-water? Gee I wonder if there will be signs of Merlinda’s lost Mom? Gee, I wonder if they’ll do a bit of idol singer-ing sooner or later?” “Gee, I wonder if that mysterious merman is Merlinda’s uncle?” So yeah, the story didn't surprise me or wow me or even make me laugh, but it was a nice chill time watching the tropes unroll. I do hope Winx doesn’t go quite THIS predictable though. The joy of Winx is how it does dumb stuff with style and panache and that’s why it’s the show I love!

Mermaid Magic is ten episodes. It does tell a complete story but there are some threads left dangling for a second season, and I hope it gets one. In the last episode we have one villain still undefeated, Merlinda’s mother still missing, and the school’s mean girl just discovered our heroines are mermaids.

And I think this mean girl will have a big part in future seasons, because she has interesting hair.

So since I had good luck predicting season one, I’ll have a go at predicting season 2! The remaining villainess will recruit the mean girl and give her a magic doodad that turns her into a mermaid. They’ll start making trouble and the cute boy and his sister will call their mermaid friends to come help. Then... hmm... Merlinda's going to want to get her mother's magic ring back from the villain and well, of course in the end they find Merlinda's mother. Yeah. Now we can wait and see if I'm right or not!

My friend Lisa over at The Princess Blog is more of an actual professional blogger than I am, here’s what she thought of Mermaid Magic.

[nian-7]

HI NIANNNNN I got your matchup and I am very excited to write it!!!!! I am here to submit mine as well <:3 no rush at all ok !!! Take your time or else (said lovingly)

Cancer sun / ISFP !!! Generally I'm an outgoing and talkative person and I've got lots of energy, I'm not shy at all and I enjoy talking to people !! I'm super emotional and sensitive and I either tear up or full on cry over something silly once a day SDFGSDFGFSD….. I have a really hard time opening up to people though </3 you will not perceive me

I'm a huge worrier T_T I try to make sure everyone around me has eaten and is taking care of themselves properly and I suppose I do have strong motherly instincts. I just like taking care of people!!! Especially buying gifts or getting them treats <:)

I have 2 college degrees and I work in the medical field so I like to think I am smart….. I'm kinda airheaded though I'll be real and things tend to fly over my head. I run into walls in my own house :( I'm like if a smart person was also very dumb. You see my vision…… I'm also easily embarrassed and own mom told me I'm easy to bully and pick on . Mean to me

In terms of hobbies ofc I enjoy writing but I like to cook and bake also. I've been really into nail art recently and buying candles because I'm 21 going on 60 I guess @#$#@%@$%@@$# ANYWAYS to be honest I mostly just work all day, go home, and do nothing productive the rest of the day DFGFDGFS I just chill……

If I could pick some traits in a partner….. someone who can handle my emotions LOL I like reassurance . . . I'm also very affectionate so it would be nice to receive some back !! I'm not super picky though like number one rule to dating me: please like me. This is all. Smiles

SORRY THIS WENT ON FOREVER I appreciate you so much!!!!!!!! Like I said take your time ok!!! Spins you around HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND NIAN

HI!! i literally had a list of options and then i said ykw no and then this is what happened. I HOPE YOU ENJOY!! i gave you the runners up as well under the matchup too!!

I match you with...

Hokusai Masaki!

-Hokusai just seems like he'd mesh really well with you. He's not the emotional or energetic type but! He likes those types of people seeing as how much he cares about Satsuki and Reo!

-The fact that he wouldn't judge you for being emotional over silly things is just something perfect honestly. He's always there for you to say the least! No matter what it is!

-He's a very patient person so if you don't open up to him right away in your relationship, he truly doesn't mind. He wants you to take your time and be comfortable with him rather than rushing you into telling him things.

-He cherishes any gifts or treats you may give him and feels very comforted by your motherly personality. Even though you may worry about him and his safety a lot, it makes him feel loved.

-Hokusai is a gentle giant of course. He doesn't blame you for your airheadedness or your clumsiness at all and just finds himself smiling whenever you are a bit airheaded...

-Being easy to pick on or bully is not a problem anymore when you're around him though! As someone who doesn't take lightly to bullying, I don't think you'll have to worry much about it.

-Ohh.. I can so see Hokusai letting you do his nails though. That'd be so cute honestly!!

-In terms of what you were looking for in a partner, Hokusai checks the boxes honestly. He can handle your emotions and reassure you without seeming annoyed because just the tone of his voice is so genuine...

-He doesn't mind physical affection either though! It might be very small little things like a hug or a kiss to your temple because he's not a physically affectionate person but he still tries to be to make you happy!

Runner Up No. 1...

Zen Gaho!

-So he's the first runner up cause I actually was going to match you with Zen and then I thought about it and went with Hokusai instead. He'd be a great partner for you too but!! I just felt like Hokusai and you would be a better match than you and Zen if you get me.

Runner Up No. 2...

Yuto Inukai!

-Main reason he didn't last till the 'finals' so to speak was cause of his age.. and Hancho. I didn't know if he was like too old BUT I KNOW YOU LIKE HIM SO I FEEL BAD...

-And then Hancho... it's Hancho I don't think I have to explain that as much because you probably see my vision here...

Runner Up No. 3...

Anne Faulkner!

-Okay so the main reason I decided to scrap Anne was because although I feel like you both would get along really well, I felt like it'd be more of a friend-like relationship rather than romantic if that makes sense???

-They were a good option and all but I just was like hmmm.. Hokusai fits better as a romantic match because Anne is more of a friend-like relationship.

a/n: don't rush my matchup, robyn!! take as long as you need i know i did yours really fast.. BUT TAKE YOUR TIME DW!!

[izlaniusliddel]

A Cry For Help PT1

Joan followed Pyrrha as she opened the door leading out to the roof. "Pyrrha, I know I'm going through a lot right now, but, I'm not that depressed, I could always be a farmer or something." Joan said looking down at the ground below them, they were so high up that the few students that out at this hour seemed little more than ants from the little rooftop. "NO," Pyrrha shouted hugging the blonde girl and pulling her away from the edge and turning Joan to face her, "That's not why I brought you up here," she let go of Joan, her cheeks turning almost as red as her own hair. "Joan, I know that you're having a difficult time in class, and that you're still not the strongest fighter," that last part only made Joan feel worse like she really wasn't worth it like she really was just a fraud especially coming from Pyrrha it made her want to curl up into her hoodie and cry, "So," Joan's thought was cut off "I want to help you." Pyrrha finished "What?" Joan asked, "We can train up here after class, where no one can bother us." Pyrrha said with a little bit of hope in her voice, secretly she just wanted to get closer to the blonde and having developed feelings for the knight loving her clumsy and airheaded nature. "You think I need help?" Joan said trying to hide the hurt that only bled out into her words, Pyrrha caught onto this and quickly stuttered "N-No, that's not what I meant." "But you just said it." Joan looking down at their feet. "Joan, everybody needs a little push from time to time, it doesn't make you any different from the rest of us," Pyrrha started trying to talk the blonde up "You made it to Beacon, that speaks volumes of what you're capable of." Joan turned away, that last part stung her to her very core, it was only a second before she responded but it felt like an agonizing eternity before she responded, "You're wrong," Joan said, again gazing down at the people on the ground below, she sighed "I don't belong here." "That's a terrible thing to say of course you do!" Pyrrha stated fully believing her words, Joan turned around her face looking almost angry. "No I don't," she stated seriously before sighing and looking back down at her feet, "i wasn't really accepted into Beacon."Joan turned to look at the people below "W-what do you mean?" Pyrrha reached her hand out to the blonde but she just snapped and spilt her guts to her partner "I mean I didn't go to combat school, I didn't pass any tests, i didn't earn my place at this academy, i lied!" she turned around "I got my hands on some fake transcripts and I lied." she was on the verge of tears now,Pyrrha was stunned to say the least this girl that was leading he and the rest of her team and that she was now falling head over heels for, lied? "W-what, but why?" "Because this is what I've always wanted to be, my mother, my father, my grandfather and his father before him were all warriors, they were all heroes," Joan was now full on crying "And I wanted to be one too, I was just never good enough." she gazed back to the people below. Pyrrha walked over to her and placed a hand on the blonde knight's shoulder. "Then let me help you," "I DON'T WANT HELP, I DON'T WANT TO BE THE DAMSEL IN DISTRESS, I WANT TO BE THE HERO!!!!" Joan snapped and turned to face Pyrrha, her eyes filled with angry, sad, and ashamed tears "Joan,I," Pyrrha started only to be cut off by the blonde "I'M TIRED OF BEING THE LOVEABLE BIMBO STUCK IN THE TREE WHILE HER FRIENDS FIGHT FOR THEIR LIVES! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?! IF I CAN'T DO THIS ON MY OWN," Joan grabbed her arm and looked away from Pyrrha, from her partner, from her eyes, her disappointed eyes. "then what good am I?" the last part of her sentence was more like a whisper. Looking at the pain she was in,Pyrrha would be lying if she said it didn't break her heart, and she wanted nothing more than to comfort the knight, hug her, hold her, tell her that everything would be okay, she went for it she tried to pull Joan into a hug, but, Joan pulled way "Just, leave me alone, okay?" Joan said,

[sexysapphicshopowner]

🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): Giselle and Sasha are best friends (have been since they were little) and live together. Sasha's been trying to let Giselle know that she's in love with her for the past year. Little does she know, Giselle has been in love with her the entire time and was simply waiting on her to notice/say something.

🤎 Giselle Gossamer: 28, ghostwriter

🤎 Sasha Sullivan: 27, blogger

🤎 CW/TW: Useless idiot lesbians, fluff, slight angst toward the end but quickly resolved, nsfwish at the beginning (make-out sesh), friends to lovers, pacing? We don’t know her 😭, hickeys/lovebites, this is technically an au for a Janet Jackson fic I wrote on wattpad, proofread but not really cause I’m running on sheer willpower rn

🤎 A/N: I wrote this a while ago, back in my wattpad days i still write over there sometimes and just spiffed it up a little bit for this lil love bug @certainlynotasimp Enjoy 🫶🏾🥹

🤎 Word count: 2.1k

12th September 2016

"Some people need a gesture as hard as a slap in the face to realize what's right in front of them."

Sasha

It baffles me how long it took Gigi to realize how I felt about her. In the end, it wasn't because she couldn't see, but because she didn't believe. Quite frankly, I didn't believe that she liked me back either. We'd known each other for years by that point. But...that's my little airhead above all else.

Gigi flopped down on the couch next to me with a bag of popcorn, "Hey, boo. How are things going with your lady-crush?"

I shrugged, "About as boring as things go with crushes. I've been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response."

She shook her head as she tossed a kernel into the air, catching it with her mouth, "Wow, they sound dumb."

If only you knew, huh?

"But they're really not actually. They're really smart. Just…dense."

She tilted her head, "Wellll, maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don't know.... "Hey! I love you!" or something like that."

I nodded, "You're right. Hey, Giselle...I love you."

She pointed, "See! Just say that!"

I looked at her in complete disbelief, "Holy fucking shit."

She shrugged as she went back to munching on her popcorn, "If that flies over their head then, sorry Sasha, but they're too dumb for you."

"Giselle."

She looked over at me, "What?"

"I love you, you big dummy. You're the numbnut I've been trying to catch this last year."

"Really?"

"Giselle Delilah Grace Gossamer, I just told you I love you and all you can say is really?"

"Well, if it took you a year to realize I was already in love with you, I'd say my response is fair."

I rolled my eyes as I mushed her face playfully, "I genuinely fucking hate you."

She shook her head as she leaned closer, "Actually, you just told me you loved me not even 5 minutes ago. Hell, not even 1 minute ago for that matter."

I shook mine back, "You're lucky you're my best friend."

She smiled, "I know. I love you, little shit."

I held a hand to my chest, "I'm fucking taller than you!"

She pulled my hand away, tugging my body closer to hers, "And I’m older. Now, are you gonna keep whining, or tell me you love me back so we can make out?"

I rolled my eyes, "I love you, Giselle."

She smiled as our faces drew near, whispering, "I know."

I giggled as our lips met, "Mhmmm."

She dropped her popcorn as she brought her hands up to cup my cheeks, my hands gripping her waist as she slid into my lap. She bit my lip, nibbling on it softly and I couldn’t help myself so I giggled, "Did you wanna make out or eat me, love?"

She let go of my lip, pecking my lips a few times, "Mmm, maybe both, but you'd have to take me out first. Can't fuck on an empty stomach."

I rubbed her thighs as I shook my head, "If you wanted to go on a date you could've just said that."

She chuckled as she kissed my jaw, trailing down to my neck slowly, "I just did, baby girl."

I raised a brow as I tilted my head to the other side as she got closer to my collarbone, "Are you sure? You're kind of looking to make a-oh," I gasped as she bit into my neck.

She smirked against my skin, "A little lovebite? Yeah, I know."

"G-Gigi......"

"Hm," she asked as she began to suck on the area she had just been biting into.

My mouth flopped open and closed aimlessly for a few moments as I shifted underneath her, "The-there's popcorn all over the floor and stuff,” I stammered, looking for an excuse to get away so I could catch my breath. Being under her while she sucked on my skin was making me feel feverish and left my head swimming.

She shrugged as she licked back up my neck, kissing my lips as she quirked up one of those maddeningly perfect eyebrows, "Yeah, what about it?"

I gripped her thighs, shaking my head, "You are the biggest flip-flop I've ever met, you know that? It just took me like 10 minutes to get you to realize that I was in love with you. Now you're not only in my lap, but you're-mmmmm."

She let go of the sweet spot with her teeth, leaning into my ear, "Problem? Sounds like you're enjoying yourself."

"I kind of actually do wanna take you on a date though….I know you were messing around, but…..I wanna take you out on a date. Like a real one and not just one of our best friend dates where we get super drunk at the end and almost make out," I responded as she pulled back.

She cooed as she squished my cheeks, "Awww, my little bestie-westie's in loveeeee."

I rolled my eyes, "You get on my nerves. Get your damn popcorn off my floor and I'll take you wherever you wanna go."

She narrowed her eyes as she looked me over before leaning in and kissing all over my face sloppily, "In a moment, please."

I giggled and squealed as she kissed my face, her hands moving to tickle my sides, "Giselle, you're supposed to be cleaning up!"

She kissed my forehead a few more times, her hands returning to my cheeks as she did so, "Mwah, mwah, mwah! Now, I'm done."

I looked up at her, smiling as I pulled her hands from my face, subsequently bringing her face back down to my level as I tugged, "I love you, Giselle."

Her hands slid out of my grip, fingers lacing through mine as she spoke, "I love you too, Sasha."

I licked her nose as she leaned closer, "Now get your mangy ass off of me and get that damn popcorn off my floor. I'm taking you to dinner."

She rolled her eyes as she let go of my hands, wiping her nose as she stood, "I fucking hate you sometimes. Fancy or casual dinner?"

"It's our first admitted feelings date, we're going somewhere fancy, dickhead."

"I'd have thought you'd go for something more meaningful, but you're the boss, I guess," she remarked as she bent over to scoop the fallen popcorn back into its bag.

I smacked her ass as I pushed off the couch, using my hold on it to pull myself up, "You're right, I am the boss and I wanna take you somewhere meaningful to me, it just also happens to be kind of fancy."

She reached back, yanking my hand, "Now just why would you think it's okay to smack my ass like that?"

I shrugged as she let go of my hand, "Not like I haven't smacked it before. Something change?"

"Uh, no, I still don't like that shit, don't play with me. Go shower or some shit."

"Mhm, what color are you wearing?"

"I don't know. Where are we going?"

"A French place."

"Remember that emergency hot nude and green outfit you got for me?"

"Awww, you're pulling it out for me?"

"Yeah, it's perfect."

"So, I guess I'll wear something similar then."

She stopped picking up pieces of popcorn, standing up straight, "Sash......you wouldn't happen to be taking me where I think you are, would you?"

"And where would you believe I'm taking you," I asked as she draped her arms over my shoulders, "For all you know I could be planning to kill you, G."

She shook her head, "See, I know you, Sasha Aquanetta Sullivan. And I know you're trying to take me somewhere you know is wayyy too expensive."

I shrugged as I rubbed her arms, turning my head to kiss the inside of her left arm, "We'll see. I'll be in my room showering and grossly shaving every inch of my body. Come hit my door when you're done getting dressed, okay?"

"Deal. Don't be a bum and actually get cute, huh?"

I pushed her arms off, rolling my eyes as I made my way towards the hallway, "You are the bane of my existence, Ms. Gossamer!"

"That why you keep me around, huh?"

"The jury's still out on that one, just hurry up and get your ass ready, girl!"

I opened my closet, looking over the rainbow of fabric that hung from the racks on either side of me, my hand stopping on a transparent piece of green clothing.

It's perfect.

Giselle

Sash must've really thought I was actually dumb all this time. Little did she know I was in love with her long before I realized she even liked me. Yeah, I thought it was just dumb hope, but it wasn't. It was to be expected though. What two best friends don't develop feelings when they've lived together since they graduated high school?

I knocked on the door softly, "Sasha?"

"Come in."

I pushed the door open and she looked up from her foot that she was sliding a heel onto, smiling, "Wow."

I ducked my head, "Don't start the stupid, mushy shit. I'm still the same me, Sash."

"Well, I know that. You're still my little dumbass, but I've never seen your bum ass get all dressed up like this for anyone before."

"Well, I've never been in love before, either. Just......stop staring at me, creep. Put your shoes on. You look cute."

"I don't know, I feel like it's too.........something. I can't tell if it's not enough, or too much."

"You look perfect, Sasha. Now seriously, hurry up. It's supposed to rain later tonight and I will be damned if I get my hair wet for you. I love you, but not that much."

She rolled her eyes in feigned exasperation as she zipped up her shoe before sliding on the second, "Alright, alright. You happy now?"

I held out my hands, "Yes, now come on."

She took them as I stepped closer, pulling her up, "You know, just because you're older than me doesn't mean you get to rush me. It's still me taking you out and not the other way around. You ready?"

"Yeah."

Our hands intertwined as we walked out of her bedroom. The house seemed to grow larger, stretching out before us as we walked. I had to admit that I had bolts of ecstasy shooting through me, all radiating from the palm of my hand. It was probably slick with sweat and anxiety.

That's embarrassing.

There was something about this walk right here though. The hallway was longer, her hand was warmer, it was surreal. I wasn't even sure I was awake at the moment. Hell, for all I know this could be some kind of fever dream.

I stopped walking as we got to the space just between the living room and dining room, "Wait."

She turned over her shoulder, her face full of concern, "You okay?"

"Come back for a second," I whispered, waving for her to stand in front of me.

She did so and I took her other hand, looking up at her nervously. Her thumbs ran over my knuckles as she lowered her voice, eyes searching mine frantically, "What's wrong?"

I choked on my voice as I responded, the words barely escaping my throat, "I can't do this..."

Nevertheless, she understood every one of them as she questioned, "Can't do what exactly?"

"Whatever this is. I can't do it just yet. Not right at this second, at least......Pinch me."

"What?"

"So I know I'm awake and this is actually happening and not just some fever dream I’m gonna mention in the future only for you to look at me like I'm crazy. Pinch me. I'd tell you to kiss me, but I've done it thousands of times in my dreams and-"

She kissed me anyway. Lips capturing mine and effortlessly shutting me up as they went. One of her arms wrapped around my waist as the other trailed to my side, lingering for a moment before she pinched me and I broke away from the kiss, "Ow, okay, you can let go now, mom!"

She giggled as she kissed my forehead, "Well, you're fully awake, aren't you?"

"If this were a dream, that would've just made me hyper-aware of said fact, so yes, I am."

"Great, now let's go."

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Have your OCs ever interacted before? I wonder how Taki would get along with Sabriel, since Ilma is low key angsty like Sabriel is too

I MEAN ON ONE HAND i haven't actually used sabriel in ages (i had to put the ilma stuff on her bc she already had the eyes) but i will try to make things up as i go. (no promises i didn't contradict myself on anyone's characterization though lmao. anyway)

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taki being around ilma means she'd meet player!sabriel at some point, maybe during stia story. "Oh! You're Sabriel! I always hear about you but never met you!"

and sabriel was literally just taking a break away from people and watching central city from a place high up that she thought she'd be left alone at, but… guess not. she turns her head just a little to look at whoever found her. "… And you are?"

"I'm Taki. I help Ilma with research!"

"Ah." sabriel doesn't recognize the name but isn't in the mood for polite introductions. "How is he doing?"

"Getting better." big smile. "He's been alone for so long that he doesn't really know how good being around new people feels. Not yet, anyway."

"I see. It's good to hear he's improving." she doesn't need to say anything else and just turns her head back to watch central city. sounds like they both know how ilma feels.

"Yup." taki nods just to herself. "I'm trying to help him that way too. I think it's working."

sabriel just acknowledges that with a hum.

it's quiet for a bit. taki stares across the city too, smart enough to know not to say anything. sometimes the best company is silent company. also, central looks nice from up here. a good view!

and it's sabriel to break the silence after a belated realization she has no idea what taki meant. "… What way?"

instead of answering the question, taki giggles. "Because we're dating!"

-- huh??

sabriel turns back to stare at taki wide-eyed. she never ever ever expected ilma, of all people, would be interested in romance in the first place, much less Be Dating Someone.

but… now that she thinks about it, ilma is at the age where young love is feasible… though isn't he pretty attached to manon? although he still didn't seem to listen to manon any time sabriel saw them working together…

she's still struggling to believe it though. this taki girl sounds a bit too airheaded to be more than an assistant.

meanwhile taki just smiles a little less. she's not sure what she expected from the soon-to-be hero. "Well, it's okay. I'll try to be around next time you see him."

and they're both back to staring across the city.

taki still hasn't left. she knows exactly what sabriel is thinking about. that implied understanding over how ilma feels and now her disbelief that he would ever be dating... "You lost someone you love, didn't you?"

"I lost--" sabriel turns to face taki directly, wide eyes again-- "How did you… ?"

"You know how alone he feels and didn't believe he would date anyone." taki's smile is sad and soft at the same time now. "You understand what love is too, but you're not with anyone anymore. And as a Meteorn, you wouldn't have that kind of connection anyway."

is... is taki a genius in disguise too? is that why she's dating ilma?? sabriel doesn't do anything but blink and keep staring.

taki continues. "Meteorn are all supposed to have total amnesia, but you don't. Right?"

a sigh. "… I remember some, but not much."

"They must have meant a lot to you if you still remember them." taki hums. "Maybe it's not my place to assume, but… would they really want you to feel like this?"

sabriel relaxes. this is pretty intrusive, but taki doesn't seem to care and she does have a point.

"It's not like you have to forget them. You just have to accept they can't be at your side anymore. It would probably help to have new people support you too."

is she really getting a lecture from some girl she's never seen before that says she's dating ilma… ? sabriel still remains silent though. taki obviously means well, but these are things to think about later.

at least taki gets the hint. "Stuff like this doesn't make sense right away, but you'll figure it out eventually." she lifts herself right over the railing to sit on the bars with nothing but the sharp drop below.

... is she--

sabriel reaches for taki as a reflex, totally alarmed. is she going to jump from this high up? she doesn't seem the type to know how to glide, but--

too late. taki's already falling. sabriel doesn't even get over the rails herself in time before...

right before impact, taki slows her fall by the same glide skill and lands perfectly on her feet, brushes off her sides, looks back up and waves before running off.

…

blink blink. sabriel takes a deep breath. that was... a lot.

still, she has think about whatever just happened later and try to relax for now. back to leaning against the railing behind it.

... until someone else shows up, at least. clearly this isn't as secluded as she had hoped.

"Oh, there you are!"

ahh, right on time, aina found her too.

(at least she didn't show up in the middle of taki's lecture… that probably wouldn't go well, would it...)

[artistic-astral-antics]

Having incomparable strength and power were something valued and desired where he's from. To be at the top of the food chain, to have the prowess and ability to tower over others. It's a necessity. A required skill to survive when one comes from a line of warriors and berserkers.

It's also convenient to fend off wild beasts or bandits that aim to rid of him. Wyords aren't known with positive rumors, so adventurers raising arms to subjugate him wasn't an unfamiliar experience. Ka'kao is proud to say that his overwhelming strength was helpful to deal with those fools.

But...

...here, in this foreign land where resources and greenery are abundant, too much strength becomes an obstruction.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Kao, you're breaking my wrist!"

Ka'kao stills and let go as though he's burned, eyes widening at the circle of bruise leaving its mark on the human's brown skin. Had he held the human's hand any tighter, or even longer, the chef might just lose his hand.

How are these humans so fragile?

"Phew, that was close." Alfawl, the traveling chef who hired him, chuckles while flexing his wrist. "I feel like my blood stops circulating to my hand!" He laughs, grinning as foolish as ever.

Ka'kao stays silent, gazing downward to his own scaled purple hand and claws, then towards the human client he's meant to safeguard. At this rate, nevermind the human's own lack of danger sense, having the wyord around might just endanger the human just the same.

I made a contract to be his bodyguard... next time, I need to adjust my strength.

The annoyingly talkative and idiotic human chattered to no ends, thanking Ka'kao for pulling him out of a nasty chocoboar rush at some point, then continue on wherever their destination was. The bruise on the chef's right hand is still there and it gnaws on Ka'kao's nerves. Why does the smooth-skin humans have to be so weak? Their flesh is too easily marked, and this human in particular isn't even treating or blaming him for it.

"Whoah there, thundecloud." Alfawl grins cheekily, "Keep those scowls on and your wrinkles will permanently get stuck there." the human coos, pointing boldly towards his grumpy traveling companion.

"Potion." Ka'kao respond, eyes narrowed in annoyance when the human just tilts his head. "Drink your potion."

"I'm fine though." Alfawl answers, waving his right hand to show it, "This little mark will go away in a bit, and–"

"Drink. Your. Potion." Ka'kao growls, hand bolting out to grab the airheaded chef's bag.

"Hey, hold on!" The human pouts, pulling his bag against the wyord's hold. "Potion is icky, this sort of injury will heal if I just– Kao, c'mon! I'm fine!"

Like hell the human's fine! He's so weak and pathetic and stupid, he probably just forgot and think he's fine even if Ka'kao were to stab him in the gut with his halberd!

Fortunately, their little tussle end with Ka'kao successfully forcing his human client to drink the red potion. The bruise will heal faster and Ka'kao can rest easier knowing he didn't broke any bones there. This human's psychic is too brittle. Ka'kao can't afford to be careless.

Their journey continue and Ka'kao clenches and unclenches his hand. It has only been, a few days since he's hired, and he already made a mistake. It's humiliating.

I should trim my nails...

What if he has to catch the awfully idiotic human again and ends up tearing his flesh? Can human's potion replenish blood loss? What if he has to grab him again, only for the strength he's so proud of harm his human client?

This is only to keep my ends of the contract... it's just business.

He never had to be conscious of his strength before since humans generally don't approach him, never had to mind if he accidentally crushed things. It's inconvenient, but he has to be more mindful now. His job description entails that he protect the feeble human out of harms. Ka'kao just has to do his job well until the human grew tired of his presence.

"Say, Kao. Help me prepare dinner today, okay." The chef sings, skipping over some pebbles on the dirt road, "I think I deserve a few extra hands since I'm, oh, so injured!" Alfawl sticks his tongue out childishly.

...is that his payback because he forced the human to heal himself? Helping with cooking?

"Whatever." Ka'kao clicks his tongue, eye twitching when the chef's face brighten up.

Annoying.

.

.

.

Ka'kao learned now that he not only has to learn to maneuver around the weak human, he also need to learn to treat vegetables delicately.

The chef laughing instead of screaming how he ruined his stew is, not as annoying as Ka'kao pretended it to be. Damn it, he really needs to control his strength more.

People think you’re lucky to have the power of superhuman strength, but outside the context of fighting bad guys it’s actually pretty inconvenient.

[mochiswifey]

WHEN BONTEN HAS A CRUSH ON YOU

(Y/N ally gang leader)

MIKEY

Would stare at you the whole meeting.

Creeps you to the point you'll wear sunglasses inside the meeting room just so you could avoid his gazes.

You start a fight with him for looking too much.

He agrees just so he could pin you down and place kisses all over your forehead.

Asked you to be his girlfriend and you were like “fuck no” and he was like 😐 “you wanna die or something?”

SANZU

Offers you drugs.

Gives you too much chocolates. 'Cause why not right?

Smells you like a creep which resulted in you kicking him in the nuts.

“Fuck off weirdo.” You tell him every time which excites him even more.

“Oh yes! Step on me baby!” He never fails to annoy and creep you out.

KAKUCHO

Tries to speak with you but couldn’t. He was like "I uh...... *BRAIN STOPPED WORKING* Goodbye."

He gave you flowers one time and you kissed him on the cheek.

He was super happy that day and since then he has flowers ready for you every time you come to their HQ!

He hopes that someday he could get some words out of his mouth.

KOKONOI

Acts like he doesn't care.

He usually insults your inteligence but only does that to get your attention.

Got offended when you said you like buff men.

He was like "I'm buff."

"You ain't buff." You reply to him and he went to make a whole ass powerpoint to explain how he is considered buff.

You laughed at him and said steroids are used in muscles not on brains.

"Are you telling me I have a big head?" He was offended but you correct him.

"Maybe my expression was wrong. I simply wanted to tell you you're dumb and not buff."

RAN

Thinks you're perfect for him 'cause you match his beauty and brutality.

You were like "Bruh. I prefer personality."

He was like "What's that?"

You:

He tells everyone you're his girlfriend.

Totally delusional.

Calls you "Sugar" and likes to say "You're the sugar to my coffee."

One time you got so tired of him saying that you finally snapped.

"Look you fucking purple ass airhead, I don't know why the fuck you keep saying that stupid shit but stop. It doesn't make any sense." He lowkey looked sad.

"It means you sweetens my dark soul." You felt a little bit bad until...

He went on and bought you a collar that has his name carved on it.

You shoved it in his mouth.

RIN

Casually asked you out.

You tell him no.

He ask again.

Day 239 Rin: How 'bout now?

You:Nah.

DAY 289 Rin: Pretty please?

You: Fine.

After that Rin took you to a fancy restaurant.

Thought he's gonna get a kiss for being a gentleman.

He came home with a broken nose that night.

TAKEOMI

"Uh, I know I'm old but do you see yourself dating me?"

"Yes, you’re old. And no."

But he didn't give up.

"Look, I don't have daddy issues so you could give up now."

"Do you want me to give you one?"

Constantly asking you to go on dates with him.

Sits beside you every meeting.

One time he touched your hair and you almost choked the old man for doing such thing.

MOCHI

"You like eating?" He casually stood beside you as you two watched Sanzu torture a traitor.

"Yah."

"How 'bout eating Mochi?" He says with a smug smile on his face.

"I'm 'bout to murder you."

Let's just say you ran after him with a knife. He never made Mochi jokes after that.

[italiansteebie]

Cotton In My Ears

***EDITED 9/5 for clarity and accuracy***

“Steve,” Robin sing -songs as she walks into Family Video. He’s got his back turned away from the door, and he doesn’t even flinch when the bell jingles, signaling someone's arrival. She arches her eyebrow at the notion that her best friend is ignoring her. “Steve!” She says a little louder, clearing her throat for good measure, and once again, Steve doesn’t respond. She grumbles to herself and punches Steve lightly on the shoulder, “Quit ignoring me, asshole!” 

Steve jumps so hard when she does this, she almost feels bad, did he really not hear her? “Robin! You scared me, I didn’t hear you come in!” He said, clutching his chest, showcasing his dramatic self. “I said your name like a hundred times!” She says exasperatedly, and Steve just shakes his head, smiling fondly at her. “You did not, Rob.” He laughs, and walks away, moving to another display to resume his restocking duties. 

Robin clocks in and tries not to think about the odd interaction for the rest of the day, but as she watches Steve during their shift, she can’t help but get a little curious. Is Steve really deaf? After all this time… Can he not hear? How did it go unnoticed all this time? Surely his parents would have noticed? Robin decides to keep an eye on the elusive boy, she’s determined to get to the bottom of his strange behavior.  

Over the next few days, she doesn’t notice anything strange about Steve, he’s just… Steve. But he always prefers to face people when they’re talking, and he doesn’t respond all that much when she speaks to him on his left side. These aren’t new things though, is it possible she’s missed these things? Brushed them off like everyone else? The guilt weighs heavy in her chest, she needs to bring out the big guns.

Dustin Henderson.

She dials his number, having gotten from Steve after their “just incase” phone number trading session, for someone who can be a little bit of an airhead, Steve is pretty smart, considering everything. Just that though makes her heart break, maybe he just couldn’t hear all those things he was being taught in class. “Fuck,” she says to herself while listening to the phone ring. “Hello?” Claudia Henderson answers the phone, “Hi! This is Robin- I’m uh. I'm friends with Dustin!” She rambles out quickly, itching to start the conversation. “Oh, okay. Give me just a second, dear!” Robin hears some rustling, and she pulls the phone away from her ear as the cheery lady shouts on the other side of the line. “Dusty! Phones for you!”  There's a pause and more rustling, she can hear Dustin, “Yeah, thanks mom. -Okay, okay! Yes, okay! I won’t take too long. Okay. Yeah, I’ll be at the table for dinner right after this- Okay! Mom, please.” 

Robin giggles at the bickering on the other side of the call, but she’s reminded of the task at hand when Dustin’s voice crackles over the speaker. “Hello? If this is Steve just meet me at our talking place,-” Robin cuts him off, “Dustin! It’s Robin- Wait. you and Steve have a talking place?” 

“Well- Yeah. He can’t hear over the phone y’know?”

“Yeah, that’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about! What is all this about Steve not being able to hear?”   

She hears Dustin sigh and shift the phone from one hand to the other, “I'm really not supposed to tell anyone about this but,”

There's a pause and Robin listens intently. “Steve is hard of hearing, always has been, with the trauma and everything… It just got worse. Look, Robin. I'm only telling you this because you noticed, it’s not surprising how long it’s taken… He’s really good at hiding it. Too good.” There’s a beat of silence as Robin takes in the information, everything has clicked into place. “Hey, I gotta go, my mom wants me for dinner. You should really talk to Steve though. He’s more open about it now…” He trails, and without waiting for her to respond he hangs up, leaving Robin in the quiet of her room. 

She thinks back to Ms. Click’s class, how he always talked really loud, even when he was “whispering” and he always looked at the person's lips while they were speaking. She attributed all these things to Steve being a douche, or a huge flirt but she was wrong. Her whole world view came crashing down at this moment, how many views had she made herself believe out of hate for another person? Sure, Steve did some dick things, but maybe… Maybe it wasn’t always just his horrible personality. She knows this doesn't excuse some of his actions, like the whole thing with Jonathan, but… But, maybe the traits she's come to hate the most are things he can’t help. And suddenly she felt guilty for how mean to him she was his first couple of weeks at scoops, she just thought he wasn’t paying attention, she thought he was being dense on purpose to make fun of her. 

Tears pricked at her eyes, in her quest to avoid assholes and douchebags, she almost became one. “Fuck.” She whispered again, she was still holding the phone and the dial tone rang out from the speaker, she set it back in its rest and scrubbed a hand over her face. She really needed to talk to Steve. 

The next day she walks into their shared shift, running her speech through her head over and over in preparation for the conversation, but the plan flies out the window when Steve turns to her with a look and says, “We need to talk…” Robin gulps, she doesn’t mean to, but her throat feels like it’s closing and her heart is speeding hum. Steve must notice her change in mood because the next thing out of his mouth is, “Oh god. That sounded scary, I’m sorry- It’s. I just need to tell you something.” He rambles, and she smiles at him, letting her shoulders drop in relief. “I thought you were mad at me.” She says, eyes casting down at the floor, and Steve makes a confused noise, “Mad at you? I thought you were mad at me!” He says, punching out a breathy laugh.

“What? Why would I be mad at you?” She says, returning the exasperation. Steve looks sheepish, “I know… Sometimes it seems like I’m ignoring you… But I- I promise I’m not!” Robin knows what's coming, next but she lets Steve take a shuddering breath and continue telling his story.

“When I was younger, my parents hated me… They thought I wasn’t paying attention but… I just couldn’t- I couldn’t hear them, and. I when I told them that they said I was lying… So I figured they were right. When I was in fourth grade the school did that… Hearing test thingy and I failed it.” He pauses, eyes shifting, he runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “Well, they found out I wasn’t lying and that was almost worse. They didn’t do anything, they just lived life like it was normal, and then they started leaving me alone not long after that.” Robin’s eyebrows furrow as she listens to Steve recall his childhood. “I worked really hard by myself to learn how to read lips, and I tried to learn sign language but- It’s really hard without a teacher and,” Steve takes a deep breath, pausing for a second. “I couldn’t- It’s Hawkin’s, you know? I didn’t know anyone else who’s deaf or whatever and I just. I didn’t want to be the odd one out. So… I tried really hard to fake it, you know?” And yeah, Robin knows.    

Robin frowns, opening her mouth to say something, but Steve continues before she gets the chance, “So… So, long story, trauma dump short… I’m deaf. Well hard of hearing technically, but. I just. I wanted you to know that I’m not ignoring you. If I was, you’d know it,” He jokes, trying to lighten the somber mood, but Robin isn’t letting him change the conversation just yet. “Steve, your parents suck, and I’m sorry, you deserve better. And as for your hearing, we can think of ways to let each other know were here so I don't accidentally sneak up on you.” She says, and Steve cracks a watery smile at this, “Thanks, Rob.” He says softly, pulling her into a tight hug, which she gratefully returns. 

—--------------

From then on out, they have a system that works, it works great, so she passes it on  to Dustin too. And it works so well that Steve lets them share it with everyone else. And now there's lights that flash when someone walks in the door at Family Video, and when people are approaching Steve, they know to walk a bit heavier, so he can feel the vibration. And when they’re somewhere they have to talk quietly, they take the small notebooks Joyce bought for everyone and write back and forth. Eventually, Steve and Robin learn sign language together, Steve being a little more advanced having known a few signs already. That too catches on, and soon Steve’s family knows it too. His parents… They can’t be bothered, but his family, his real family, they care. And they learn because they want to, not because they feel obligated.       

NOTES: If there is anything I can do to make this more accurate to the deaf experience please let me know.

[hnychn]

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 [𝐈𝐈𝐈]

sypnosis : life with your five lovers has been more than fulfilling, but when you're paired with a student from general studies for a project, your quintet seems a little less full

word count : 4000+

warnings : mutual pining, gender neutral reader, relationship insecurities, bakugo tries but. . .it doesn't go as well as he planned, grammar errors and spelling errors, it's . . . a long one, a bit rushed at the end so uhh pls don't mind that :)

parts : [ 𝐈 ] [ 𝐈𝐈 ] [ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ]

a/n : so sorry for the long wait LMAO- i know i said my bokuto fic would be coming out today but uhhh ahaha my depression hit me full force this weekend and i didn't even look at the dock because i was too busy sleeping, but uhh enjoy this :D

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- WELCOME TO PART THREE sorry for the log wait 😭 life has been kicking my ass but we're not here to hear me complain, we're here for the tea

- so, it's a couple months after you joined the bakusquad and their relationship. and let me tell you, it has been nothing but amazing. 😩 your days are never quiet and they're always filled with some sort of excitement and love.

- you kaminari and mina often get into trouble for leaving the dorms late at night because you want snacks and there's nothing in the kitchens. you become kirishima's pillow, don't matter about your size or whatever, you are his pillow and you better not argue 🔫 sero always puts on some type of bachata or reggaeton or some spanish song and dances with you in his dorms. and bakugo is your go to person to cook with and just generally annoy or prank since it's so easy to get a reaction out of him.

- and you couldn't have asked for a better relationship. you all are so communicative and talk about your feelings often and how you're doing. every saturday or sunday, you all go to a dorm (usually it's bakugo's cause it's the cleanest) and have a huge cuddle pile and talk about your mental states, how you're doing, what you have problems with, etc etc.

- like damn ok i see you with the mentally and emotionally stable relationship 🤪🤪

- it's so refreshing too because sometimes you'll have a tough week and you jsut need to let it all out, and you can in the comfort of bakugo's dorm and you know none of them will judge you because they're all so open about their love for you (and vise versa)

- anyways, yeah y'all got the best relationship

- you never thought about anyone else in a romantic sense because the squad took up nearly all of the space in your heart. but when you teacher announced one day the general studies kids would be coming in to have a joint project to create gadgets for the hero course students, you had no idea your life would suddenly be turned upsidedown.

- you were paired with a guy named shinsou. he looked friendly enough and returned the wave you sent him with a little surprise as he made his way to the open seat next to you. he seemed surprised when you started a small conversation but he talked to you in a quiet soothing voice. he seemed nice enough and you figured the project would be a breeze since he seemed so nice and offered to meet up over the weekend to start up some ideas for the project.

- you agreed and the two of you met up that lunch period in the library to pre-draft some ideas and get to know each other more.

"i'm surprised you don't mind being seen with me."

his sudden comment took you by surprise as you looked up from your paper with messily drawn gadgets and chicken scratch writing to look up at him, "what do you mean?"

it was true you had never seen him before or even heard of him, but his hesitance to talk to you and open up to you made you feel as though you should.

shinsou rubbed the back of his neck and looked away shyly, "so you really haven't heard anything about me, have you?"

he looked almost guilty to bring it up, his gaze falling to the table in front of him as be played with a strand of his hair.

you shook your head. you never really payed attention to gossip around school, your head always too high up in the clouds to care about rumors and gossip (bakugo often scolded you for being such an airhead and ignorant to your surroundings, but you knew he was just worried about something happening to you). plus, to you, gossip was nearly never right and more often made up and fictitious.

shinsou refused to look up at you, "well. . .i'm known throughout the school as a. . ." he looked hesitant to continue but before you could reassure him he didn't have to talk about it if he didn't want to, he continued, "well, a villain."

he prised his lips as if the words left a bitter taste in his mouth, and all you could do was tilt your head. shinsou didn't seem like a bad person - or a 'villain' as he had said. on the way to the library he held open doors for you and helped you carry some of your books to your locker and even bought you a drink you wanted buy but were a bit short of change on.

"do you think you are?"

"what?" shinsou looked at you for the first time since he brought up the topic.

"do you think you're a villain?" he shuffled slightly in his seat and looked away again from your intense stare. he felt like you were looking straight into his soul from how strongly you were looking into his eyes, he wasn't sure if you had even blinked in the last minute.

shinsou thought back to all the times he's been called a villain or a criminal. it was always unwarranted, a passing comment that seemed like no big deal to others but shattered his heart into smaller and smaller pieces. but never once had he ever thought he was a villain - a monster.

if anything, he used those comments as encouragement to become a hero, to be better than those who always thought he would turn to a life of crime. so, "no... i don't think i'm a villain."

"well, that's that."

shinsou could only stare at you, your smile brighter than any star he'd ever seen, so full of hope and encouragement shinsou felt like he could take on the world. he looked away and rubbed the back of his neck, a shy smile pulling at his lips and a weird feeling blossoming in his chest. how curious. . .

- so yeah, a new friendship 🤪 the two of you started to spend a lot of free time together for the project. you would often meet up during lunches or free time between classes to work some more on the project, all the while getting to know each other in depth. you learned many things about shinsou and spilled many of your own secrets, you laughed together over old childhood stories, and played animal crossing on the rooftop during lunch, your project discarded and forgotten beside you.

- your sudden absence didn't go unnoticed by your lovers, and they grew curious to your whereabouts when you would blow them off for the fifth time that week to "work on your project". now, don't get me wrong, they had conplete trust in you and knew you would never cheat, but they were just curious as to what - or who - was taking up so much of your time.

- so, they did the smartest thing, and followed you. after blowing them off for the sixth time, they decided to follow you to your destination. mina and kaminari tried to be inconspicuous and wear disguises, but the fake mustache, black glasses (indoors, might i add) and hat weren't all too discreet as they thought.

- they followed you through every turn and weave you took and hid behind a corner when you stopped at a vending machine to get your favourite drink. but what surprised them the most was you also bought a coffee. bakugo was most surprised you even thought about even touching the can of caffine because he remembered you telling him you would get terrible caffine rushes that would make you dizzy if you drank coffee.

- but, as you finally reached the rooftop and made your way to a hunched over figure in the corner, it all made sense.

- they all saw how effortlessly you and shinsou acted around each other. they could see the soft looks he would send you when you weren't looking and the way his hand would hover over yours for a split second too long before snapping away as if you were made of lava. but surprisingly, they didn't feel any sort of jealousy or anger, it felt like a piece of them had returned they didn't even know was missing. the sort of feeling that walks through the door unexpectedly but it's wholesomely welcomed.

- the "oh, there you are, welcome back" type of feeling. they were happy you had found someone that made you feel comfortable, arguably more comfortable than you had been with them so far because truthfully, while you had felt welcomed and appreciated in the relationship, it still felt like you were an outsider. the five of them had inside jokes before you came and didn't get them when they came up, the five of them had habits special to each other that inadvertently excluded you. and while they never meant to hurt you (god knows that's the last thing they ever wanted to do), they had. but you knew that wasn't their intention so you held no malitious feelings towards them (not that you think you'd ever could).

- but the way you and shinsou so effortlessly opened up to each other, shared intimate details and secrets with each other - it warmed their hearts. so, bakugo grabbed them all by the back of their shirts and dragged them away, mumbling about giving the two of you space. there was a fond look in his eyes as he looked at the two of you he would be teased about later but would deny.

- it was undeniable bakugo held the softest spot for you. he tried as best as he could to include you in their inside jokes and habits but he was. . well . . . bakugo 🧍🏽‍♀️

- words aren't necessarily his strong suit and he could only hope his smaller actions let you know you were as loved and cherished as any of them there. and you knew, you caught on a little after bakugo had a little "secret talk" with the group (that wasn't really secret at all, he grabbed them all by their shirts and dragged them to a secluded spot while you distracted on your phone) and they all started to explain their jokes and include you in their habits.

- anyways, back to you and shinsou. 🤪 he was aware you were in a ployamorous relationship with the bakusquad and he's heard the way you talk about them and the soft airy tone of your voice and the starry look in your eyes; and he didn't want to get in between that. the last thing he ever wanted was to ruin your relationship for his own selfish reasons.

- so for the time being, he would be okay with watching you from afar, the sweetness of your love so close for him to taste; yet too far for him to savour.

- as more and more times passed, the bakusquad began to notice the lingering looks you would give shinsou when you passed him in the halls and how he would always be waiting for you outside of your class with your favourite drink before leaving you to go to lunch while he went off and . . . well, you weren't sure what he did during his free time, but he never brought it up so you never figured to ask.

- when you fell asleep the next time you all had a cuddle session in bakugo's room, they all talked about it. talked about your obvious feelings for each other and the possibility of including shinsou in their relationship. they spent hours talking about it and still talked about it even when the moon vanished over the horizon and the sun rose. and, in not very smart fashion, bakugo was tasked to confronting shinsou about their conclusion.

- which - almost as if there were an author behind all of this - didn't go as well as any of them planned.

it was perfect, really. almost as if the universe had been listening to their conversation and aligned itself perfectly for this very moment.

you woke up that morning with a terrible stomach ache and chose to stay back in your dorm after bakugo made you a bowl of soup and threatened you to take your medicine. his classes ended a little earlier than usual and, sending his lover's a nod, made his way over to your class, where, lo and behold, shinsou was standing near the door, the familiar brand of your favourite drink in one hand and his own cold coffee in the other.

bakugo wasn't sure what he was going to say when he reached shinsou. he opted to just speak from the heart over rehearsing lines with the others like they had wanted, besides, what kind of lover would be be if he couldn't even do this for you? but, what he didn't take into consideration, was his emotional constipation and tsundere attidute.

"hey, eye bags!" bakugo called out.

shinsou nearly jumped out of his skin at bakugo's sudden loud voice. he looked over with the same eyes of indifference he normally had, but bakugo could see the slight far in them. not at his brash attitude (shinsou could never be afriad of bakugo and confronting him before the sports fesitval was a perfect example of that) but the fear of ruining your relationship with the bakusquad.

shinsou nodded at bakugo when he got close enough. bakugo stood in front of him, his hands still shoved into the pockets of his pants, "they're sick."

it was a simple enough statement but shinsou blinked, "what?"

"y/n." bakugo stated and rolled his eyes as if the answer had been written on his forehead (and it basically had, shinsou was just a bit shocked at his appearance), "they're sick and mina's staying back with them in their dorm."

shinsou rubbed the back of his neck, "oh."

there was an awkward silence as the two boys stood in the vacant hallway. bakugo didn't know what to say and shinsou wasn't sure if he should leave or go visit you for their lunch break.

"i'll go drop this off to them-"

"no." bakugo practically growled, "i'll drop it off. go get eat your lunch or i'll make your face an eye bag."

shinsou flushed a bit in embarrassment. he was overstepping, of course he was. for a minute, having you all to himself for nearly a week straight made him forget about the relationship you were in and this was a smack of reality. you weren't his. you were in a relationship with others, other people who could give you nearly double what he could - everything he couldn't.

handing bakugo the drink, shinsou stalked away to the cafeteria, his cheeks still a light shade of pink. bakugo sighed and knew he most likely made things worse, and he came there originally to make things right.

but fate will work itself out. and what will be, will be.

- so... maybe sending bakugo wasn't the best idea ... 🧍🏽‍♀️

- because now, shinsou started avoiding you. when the two for you worked on your projects together, he would remain mostly silent and only input his opinion when he thought of an idea or needed help putting something together. you had no idea why and you honestly felt a little hurt that he ignored you as easily as breathing.

- you brought this up to your lovers on your weekly cuddle session, knowing they would have brought up your downpour attitude either way. what you didn't notice as your face was burried in denki's sweater were the glares they all were throwing at bakugo.

- "yeah, i wonder what happened..." sero smiled, though obviously strained, as he pet your head and told you shinsou was probably just going through something.

- and it was obvious you were hurt that shinsou had suddenly stopped talking to you because honestly it was kind of hard for you to make friends. a lot of people assumed you thought you were higher than everyone else because you were dating five students from the top hero course, but that obviously is far from the truth.

- anyways, a long time goes by and the two of you still haven't rekindled anything and the squad is getting a bit frustrated because hello??? join our cult lover circle ?????

- so the squad comes up with another solution and this time they don't send bakugo to collect shinsou

- they learned their mistake last time.

- anyways

- so sero goes and gets shinsou and tells him you need him for a little last touch of the project since it was near the due date and you wanted to make sure it was perfect. and shinsou agrees to meet up with you and follows sero.

- sero takes him into an empty classroom and it's pitch black. the windows have been covered with tape and all the lights are off. before he could ask what the hell was going on, the door slams shut and the lights suddenly turn on and shinsou's blinded for a moment.

- and he's met with a very interesting sight.

- mina, kaminari, and kirishima are standing in front of him with sunglasses and hats on, their arms are crossed and they have a blank look on their faces (though he can tell kaminari is about to burst into laughter and nearly does but kirishima jabs him in his side.)

- "uhh..."

- "shut up, eye bags." bakugo calls from behind him. he's leaning against the door with his arms crossed and an obviously pissed off look on his face.

- sero is just standing next to him with a 'sorry pal' kind of smile.

- "what is-"

- "what are your intentions with, y/n?" kaminari shouted suddenly as he slammed his hand on a nearby desk.

- "denki- no." mina pushed him back lightly, "that's not what-"

- "did you not listen last night, sparky?" bakugo rolled his eyes and scoffed lightly.

- kaminari shyly scratched his cheek, "i might have fellen asleep-"

- "he did." sero confirmed, "he drooled on me and everything.

- "I do not drool!!"

- "yes you do, it was like a waterfall, 'ki. "

- "no i don't, right kiri?"

- "well.. only a few drops.."

- "WHAT?! and none of you told me?!"

- "well, y/n kind of made us promise not to tell..."

- "SPEAKING OF Y/N," mina interjected into the conversation, her fingers rubbing at her temples as she wondered when she became the rational one, that was bakugo's job, "why don't we stick to the script, boys."

- kirishima slung an arm over her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her cheek, "sorry, princess."

- "right." sero turned to shinsou and crossed his arms, "you have feelings for them don't you?"

- shinsou tensed. his mind was still trying to comprehend the conversation that happened just a few seconds ago and processing the fact that kaminari drools in his sleep. he wasn't sure how to respond.

- of course he had feelings for you, any rational person who came into contact with you would catch feelings. it was part of your natural charm that seemed to effortlessly draw people in and never let them go. in a matter of minutes, you had simultaneously become his best friend and his closest confidant. often at night he cursed himself for catching feelings for you when things were perfect just the way they were.

- but shinsou couldn't help it. you had treated him like a normal person and weren't apprehensive about his quirk. you gave him a taste of normalcy in his world of anxieties and judgement, and he craved more and more the more time he spent with you.

- so dispte wanting to desparately scream 'yes, i do love her' at the top of his lungs, he looked down at the ground, "no. . . i . . i don't."

- "liar."

- bakugo seethed behind him.

- shoving himself off the wall he was leaning on, bakugo walked closer and closer to shinsou as he spoke, "don't lie. we all see the way you look at them, the way your stupid face lights up with a small smile when they're with you or the airy chuckle you give when they do one of those stupid dances when they make food and-"

- "OK OK I GET IT!" shinsou snapped. mina jumped slightly in kirishima's arms and shinsou sent her a small apologetic look, "you know! I'm in love with them! i've been. . ." he trailed off before collapsing into a chair behind him, his head hanging back and staring into the bright flourescent lights hanging from the ceiling.

- "i've been trying to distance myself from them, to make getting over them easier."

- "they've been hurting, y'know."

- shinsou groaned and hid his face in his hands, "i know. you think i don't see the looks they give me when i avoid them in the halls? it hurts knowing i'm the reason they're in pain."

- "so why are you doing it?"

- "because they have you guys," shinsou sighed as it if we're the most obvious thing in the world, "you all could love them a lot more than i ever could alone. plus, they're so happy with you, i couldn't be the reason to disturb that."

- "you gotta be fucking kidding me." bakugo growled and pinched the bridge of his nose.

- kaminari snorted, "i think i just got deja vu."

- "you could say that again," mina sighed, "i'm heading back to the dorms, this is giving me a headache."

- with his arm still slung over her shoulder, kirishima agreed, "yeah, not sure how we didn't see this from the beginning. i'll walk you back, princess."

- shinsou only stared blankly as mina and kirishima left the room with kaminari in tow, complaining about getting some math work done. never in his life did he feel as confused as he did now

- lost. mans was lost..

- someone get him a map and help him please

- they acted as if they hadn't been the ones to literally kidnap him

- only to nonchalantly walk out the door?????

- sero's voice snapped him back to the remaining two people in the room, "you two really are a match made in heaven." sero smiled at him and shinsou felt head rise in his cheeks, whether it be from embarassment or something else, he didn't know.

- "i'll see you two around" and then he left, leaving shinsou alone with bakugo, who had yet to realease the bridge of his nose from his pinch.

- "you're both a pair of dumbasses."

- "i'm offended-"

- "y/n said the same fucking thing when we confronted them."

- shinsou stayed silent.

- "they felt like their presence would ruin the routine we had set a long time ago when we first started our relationship. . . sound familiar?"

- shinsou rubbed the back of his neck and opened his mouth to speak, but bakugo interrupted.

- "shut up, eye bags, i'm not finished."

- "i dIdNt eVEn sAy aNyTHiNg"

- "sure there were some things we had to adjust to include them in our schedule and a whole new bundle of emotions to incorporate into our lives; but the while point of a relationship is to open up slowly and learn to trust the ones you love. and eventually, we all learned to trust them the same way they learned to trust us; but trust isn't something you can learn over night. it's gradual."

- bakugo sighed, how in the hell did he get stuck in this situation again. at the very least no one got injured this time, "what I'm trying to say is, if y/n makes you happy, then we're all willing to let you in our relationship and put our trust in you.

- "will you put your trust in us?"

- how dramatic ˙ ͜ʟ˙

- so

- :) shinsou decides, fuck it. i deserve the good things in life, and he puts his trust in the squad the same way they all put their trust in him.

- and they decided it was a good time to surprise you too and kill two birds with one stone :)

- so you walk in to bakugo's dorm after a long day of school. you were returning from turning in your project with shinsou, and while the teacher had given you many compliments and basically secured your A, you still felt a bit sad knowing it would be the last time you would see shinsou since your schedules didn't collide and you had ended on a . . . confusing note.

- so you were just looking to cuddle with your lovers on a Friday night and wallow away in your sadness.

- when you walked in the group had been piled in their natural spots on bakugo's bed. mina was giggling with kaminari as they scrolled through tiktok, bakugo was reading a book you had reccomend to him a while a go, sero and kirishima were softly play fighting as they laughed and chuckled.

- everything was as it should be

- until you got to where your spot usually was, cradled between bakugo's warm and firm chest and mina's plush thighs and stomach, and it was occupied by someone else.

- everyone stopped what they were doing, as they watched a smile pull at your lips when you recognised the disheveled pruple hair lazily sprawled in your spot. everyone watched with bated breath as they waited for your reaction and small smiles of their own shining through as they watched your interaction.

- you lifted your hand and smacked shinsou's knee that had been raised up slightly as one of his arms lay behind his head and the other fiddled with a bracelet around mina's wrist, and his lips pulled into a lazy smirk of his own as he watched you.

- "get up, fat head, you're in my spot."

- his smirk only grew.

- "do something about it, hero."

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Headcanon that Reki and Langa TALK THINGS OUT and MAKE UP and get back to skating happily together.

So weeks later, Langa's mom sees he's looking so much happier and asks him if everything was resolved. He looks a bit clueless so she goes,

"you know, when you said you messed up and broke a promise with someone you like?" She doesn't mention the revelation that came after and Langa, who now blushing a bit is thankful.

He also realises that he never introduced Reki to his mom.

The next day, Langa drags Reki to his home right after school. They skate to his house. Langa doesn't know if he should feel nervous cause it feels like his mother will instantly connect the dots. But Reki is here looking adorably anxious taking in Langa's home, so he pushes the door open and invites him in.

"Langa, are you sure I can come, we haven't told your mom, I don't wanna impose-"

Langa shuts him up with a finger on Reki's lips, whose eyes go wide in response.

"She'll probably pass out of happiness when she sees that I brought a friend home."

Reki rolls his eyes and chuckles, light red dusting his cheeks and ears. He takes a deep breath and then smiles at Langa.

Ah Reki's smile will kill him worse than any S race.

"I'm home!" he calls out at the same time as Reki's "Sorry for the interruption!" They look at each other and giggle, walking into the living room after removing their shoes.

Langa's mom is in the dining room setting the table. She looks up to see her son setting down his bag on the sofa while another teen, presumably the 'Reki' who keeps featuring in Langa's talks, is standing looking lost.

"hello dear!!" she greets him. She's nervous, Langa hasn't brought home a friend before. And if her instinct was right this was the person he had talked about. That meant she had to be at her best for the one who made her kid so happy.

"Ah, Hasegawa-san! I'm Kyan Reki! Langa's classmate!" He shakes her held out hand. There's no hint of shyness here, he's smiling brighter than the snow in Canada on a sunny day. Her son looks enamoured. She's smiles wider.

"Good to meet you Reki kun! I've heard a lot from Langa about you!" The kid blushes instantly, scratching the back of his head to probably hide his embarrassment. Langa though, seems unbothered.

"Ah mom, is it okay if Reki stays for dinner? I've asked his mother permission too."

Mrs. Hasegawa nods enthusiastically. "Of course it's no hassle! It's the first time you brought some one home Langa." She turns to Reki, who's is almost starting to resemble his hair. "You can stay the night if you wish too! I know Langa has slept over at yours."

She hears a muttered, "I don't want to burden you." which she waves away. "It's no bother to me Reki-kun. Please make yourself at home! I'll get you boys something to eat."

She leaves to the kitchen but a glance back tells her they're already in their own little world. She smiles to herself and hums a cherry tune as she gets snacks.

Reki is in general, not a shy person. That's probably owing to his bull headed ways of just being loud enough to bury any embarrassment he might accidentally show.

Here though, in the Hasegawa household, he feels different. This is where Langa lives, where he gets up in the morning, where he goes to sleep at night. He wondered if Langa felt nervous when Reki had dragged him to his home. He wonders if it is normal to want your best friend's mother to like you, especially when she's "heard a lot about" you.

"-ki REKI???"

"ah yeah Langa?" He was so lost in thought that Langa was now frowning at him.

"are you okay? you zoned out a bit."

Reki laughs nervously. "Wh- ah yeah no I'm fine I'm fine!"

Langa squints at him for a second and then shrugs.

"come with me we'll go to my room."

"okay!" Reki replies, a bit light headed.

Langa's room is pretty much like himself. Sparing the small mess of clothes and books, it's space in decor. It makes up for it but the way it's more naturally lit than Reki's own room. Reki puts down his bag on the floor, at the foot of the bed and looks around. Langa, who had done the same, comes to sit beside him on the bed. Their shoulders and knees touch and something about being close to Langa in his bedroom makes Reki blush.

"so....what do you wanna do?"

Reki shakes off his embarrassment and grins up at Langa opening his mouth to gush about how he wants to show Langa this one video about this new trick when he spots a photograph on the desk behind Langa.

Curious, he goes to take a closer look. It's a family picture. Reki recognises Langa's mom. The one next to her, he presumes was Langa's dad. "Huh. So that's who taught him snowboarding." he thinks. Then, Reki smiles. "Thank you for teaching him. He's amazing".

But more than anything, it's the kid standing between the two that captures his attention.

It's Langa. And he's tiny.

"Oh my god. Langa." He turns back to his friend and Langa, who realises why all of a sudden, flushes.

"I was 5!"

But Reki pays no mind, just staring at the tiny version of his best friend.

"Langa." He straightens and puts his head in his hands, shoulders shaking.

"Uhh Reki?"

Reki in utmost anguish, bursts, "It's not fair!!! How were you so cute????"

There were literal question marks popping on Langa's head, before he rolls his eyes and Huff's and Reki's dramatics.

"Babies are cute in general. Stop sounding so surprised."

Reki, having given up his agony stricken acting, hums.

"you're right. it's not like that has changed in your case. Well, cmon there's this video you gotta see!"

Before Langa can even process the fact that Reki, his very beautiful and adorable best friend Reki, just called him cute, he was being dragged back to bed for another skating trick tutorial video session.

By the time Mrs. Hasegawa brought their snacks, they were deep into the YouTube algorithm rabbit hole. They looked up when she entered, and Reki smiled and thanked her. She smiled back and then closed the door lightly before she left.

Mrs. Hasegawa hoped, that despite being a bit of an airhead, her son would notice that Reki was equally enamoured with him in return. She wished her son to be happy.

Ah young love. She smiled to herself.

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Hold Your Breath- Alive!Luke Patterson Imagine

Summary: You have a big test coming up, but what happens if the test happened earlier than expected?

Warnings: anxiety attack

Words: 3.8k

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A/N: Hello, I am thinking of taking requests for imagines. So far, I’ve only done Luke/Charlie. However, I attached a masterlist that shows everything I am comfortable writing so far. For marvel, I can try to write for other superheroes, so that way I can learn how to write for them. But yeah, if you want me to write something, request away! I will say, I'm in college so it will take a bit. Alrighty, enjoy this imagine! 

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I wake up to the annoying noise that is my alarm clock. It was already 6:45? I barely got any sleep last night from studying for the upcoming history test. I hate taking tests, so I stress myself out by studying as much as I can so I can get a good grade. I sit up on my bed to see my textbook and papers laid out around me. I turn to my alarm and shut it off. I grab my phone from my night stand to see that Reggie texted me.

Hey, I’m going to be a little late picking you up today. I’ll be over around 7:45. See ya soon- Reg

I reply with a simple okay to let Reggie know that I got the message. I collect my textbook and papers and place them on the night stand. I didn’t feel like getting 100% ready. I walk to the bathroom and turn on the light to see what the damage looked like. My hair was a mess and I had major bags under my eyes. I brush my (Y/H/C) hair and put it in a messy bun. I decided I was going to do extra light makeup today. I normally do a natural look, but today I was going extra natural. I put some concealer under my eyes so I don’t look scary. I then put some mascara and eyebrows. I quickly brush my teeth so I don’t have to look at my reflection anymore. Once I finish in the bathroom, I walk back to my room to put on different clothes. Even though I felt like absolute crap and didn’t even feel like putting on jeans, I knew my friends would realize something was wrong if I didn’t wear jeans. I changed the shirt I slept in into a graphic band tee, and I changed from shorts to jeans. To finish the outfit, I put on my checkered vans. I grab textbook and papers from my night stand and put it in my backpack.

After zipping my backpack, I took a deep breath to try to calm me down. I could feel my heart picking up its pace as I was stressing about going to school. I don’t do well when I don’t get a goodnights rest. This past week, I haven’t been getting enough sleep and it is now starting to hit me. I tried to remind myself that it was a Thursday and that I have one more day to study before the test. I took another deep breath and shake my hands to try to get the stress out of me a little bit. I grab my backpack and head to the kitchen for breakfast.

When I get to the kitchen, I place my backpack near the kitchen table. I wasn’t entirely all that hungry, so I just grab a bagel and put it in the toaster. I get the cream cheese from the fridge and wait for my bagel to finish toasting. I suddenly hear a knock at the door. I furrow my brows and look at my phone. It was 7:40. I guess I was having a quicker morning than I thought. I walk to the door and open it to see Reggie. “Hey, (Y/N)!” Reggie smiled.

I smile back, “Hi, Reggie. I’m just heating up a bagel real quick. Come on in.” I step to the side so Reggie can walk in. He nods and steps through the door. I close it behind him as I hear my bagel pop out of the toaster.

“How has your morning been?” Reggie asks as we both walk to the kitchen.

“It’s been alright. I’m a little tired from studying last night,” I say while spreading cream cheese on the bagel.

Reggie leans against counter, “But (Y/N/N), you’ve been studying all week!”

“I know, I know. I just want to do well!” I exclaim.

“Is that why you haven’t come to Julie and the Phantoms rehearsals recently?” Reggie questions. Even though Reggie can be a bit of an airhead, he does notice a lot of things about his friends.

“Maybe,” I mumble as I finish spreading the cream cheese and put it back in the fridge.

Reggie steps over to me and grabs my shoulders to stop me from moving. “(Y/N), you are going to be fine! You always do good enough on your tests,” he says.

I slightly smile at his comforting words, “Thanks, Reg.” Reggie smiles and drops his hands from my shoulders. I grab my bagel and backpack. “Okay, I’m ready to go now!”

“Sweet,” Reggie says. “Also, sorry for being late! I was fixing my amp in the rain last night. I think it messed up my car a little bit, so I had to have my dad jump my car.”

I slowly take a bite out of my bagel listening to Reggie’s explanation. “I don’t think you should be doing that, but okay,” I whisper as we walk to Reggie’s car. We climb in the car at the same time and start heading to school. Thankfully, school wasn’t terribly far away. To be honest, I could walk to school, but who wants to do that?

I finish eating my breakfast as Reggie pulled into the parking lot. Reggie’s assigned parking space was right next to Alex’s. Alex, Luke, and Julie were clumped around Alex’s car waiting for us to join them. “Hey guys!” Reggie says as he gets out of the car. I follow him out and join the group. I keep next to Reggie as I didn’t want my boyfriend, Luke, to see me in my anxious state.

“You guys are late!” Julie exclaims.

“Yeah, that’s my bad! I tried fixing my amp while it was raining outside last night and it did something to my car,” Reggie explains to everyone. They all gave Reggie a questioning look.

“How are you still alive?” Julie asks out of the blue. We all chuckle and Reggie looked confused. Luke pats Reggie on the back as we start walking to the school building.

As we were walking, Alex tugs on my arm to slow us down and be more behind the group. “Hey, are you okay?” he asks.

I shrug my shoulders, “Yeah, of course. Why?”

“You are more quiet than normal. You also look really tired,” Alex says quietly so the rest of the group doesn’t hear. Alex also suffers from anxiety like I do, so we understand each other. It’s really hard to hide it from him, but I always try to.

I scoff at his statement, “Alex, I’m fine. I’m just tired from studying last night; that’s all!”

Alex squints his eyes at me. “Okay, if you say so. You know you can talk to me, right? Or you can talk to Luke. I know he is more than willing to help you out. You are his girlfriend after all.”

I stop at my locker. “Yes, I know. I don’t want to bother Luke with my troubles. He’s been focusing on the band a lot recently. I don’t want to put more weight on his shoulders. Anyways, hurry and get to class. First period is about to start,” I say to him while putting in the code to my locker.

“Yes, ma’am!” Alex says while walking backwards and saluting. He turns around and walks to his first class. I have class with everyone in our group. First period (History) is with Luke, second period (Art) is with Julie and Flynn, third period (Biology) is with Willy, forth period (theatre 3) is with Luke, Alex, Reggie, and Julie, fifth period is lunch with everyone, sixth period (Pre-Cal) is with Alex, and seventh period (English) is with Julie and Willy. It was nice to always have a friend in class.

I grab my art supplies from my locker as I don’t have time to swing by locker between first and second period. Since art class on the other side of school, I have to put my supplies in my backpack now or else I would be late trying to get my supplies between classes.

I close my locker to see Luke leaning against the locker next to me. “Jeez!” I jumped as Luke scared me by his presence. “You’ve got to stop doing that!”

Luke laughs at how scared I was, “Normally, that doesn’t scare you that bad. What’s going on in your mind?”

I shake my head, “Nothing important!”

Luke tilts his head, not believing what I said. “Sure, whatever you say, (Y/L/N), You ready for history?” Luke asks as he stands up from the lockers and wraps his arm around my shoulders.

I turn my heel to walk to class. “Am I ever ready for history? No! Whenever Mr. Hall teaches, it goes in one ear and straight out the other. I just have a hard time retaining history.” I answer.

As we get to Mr. Halls door, Luke unwraps his arm around me and stands in front of me. “You got this, bubs. You always do good in class!” Luke says trying to cheer me up.

“Thanks,” I murmur against my breath as I look down and play with my fingers. I was starting to feel anxious.

Luke notices and grabs my hand, “Believe me, you are insanely smart! You can do this.”

I look up at Luke who had a slight smile on his face. I nod my head, “Thanks, bubs.” He lets go of my hands and wraps his arms around my head. I hug back by wrapping my arms around his waist. I start to feel slightly less anxious with the hug. Luke always gives good hugs. He rubs my head slightly and gives me a kiss on the top of my head. I pull away from the hug to give him a double thumbs up. Luke smiles wider, snaps his fingers, and turns his heel to walk in the classroom. I take a deep breath and walk in the room. Luke and I take our spots in the back of the classroom; I sit right in front of Luke. Not too long after we sat down, the first period bell rang and the morning announcements started. I tune out whatever was being said over the intercom, not caring what they had to say. I didn’t even stand up to do the pledge of allegiance. I don’t know why I was feeling so anxious; the test is tomorrow!

Suddenly, I feel a kick on my heel. I snap my head towards Luke. “You’re shaking your desk with your leg bouncing and it’s making a squeaking sound,” Luke whispers. I didn’t even notice that I was bouncing my leg.

I immediately stop bouncing my leg, “Oh, sorry!” I turn back to face the front.

Finally, the morning announcements were over. Mr. Hall stood up from his desk to stand in front of the class, “Good morning class. I have a few things to say before we get started today. First thing, I will not be here tomorrow because we have an away baseball game.” A few boys in the class let out some hoots as they are part of the baseball team. I slightly chuckle at their actions. “I normally am here in the mornings when we have baseball games. However, it’s a few hours away, so I will be gone all day. Therefore, we are going to have our test today instead of tomorrow! Surprise! I hope you guys are ready!”

My heart sunk to the floor. This couldn’t be happening. We can’t take this test early; I’m not ready for it! “Clean off your desks, everyone. Let’s get started!” Mr. Hall announces.

I lean down to my backpack that was on the floor to grab a pencil. I open up every zipper to search for a pencil, but I couldn’t find one. I was starting to panic as my anxiety started to get worse. I then feel a tap on my shoulder. I look to see Luke handing me a pencil. I zip my backpack closed and take the pencil from him. “Hey, you okay?” Luke asks as I turn back to the front. I nod my head because I knew if I tried to speak, I would just break down crying. I set down the pencil Luke gave me and wipe my hands on my pants as they became super clammy. Mr. Hall walked by and past tests row by row. He finally placed a test packet on my desk. I pick it up to look at the back to see how many questions was on the test. There were 30 questions.

“Alright, you have until the rest of the class period to do the test. Good luck!” Mr. Hall says and sits down at his desk. My shaky hand picks up the pencil and my vision starts to get a blurry and watery as tears started to brew in my eyes. I shut my eyes hard to make sure tears don’t fall. I take a deep, shaking breath and try to read the first question.

What year did the Holocaust begin?

My mind went blank. I’ve been studying this all week, and I couldn’t remember a thing. I skip around the questions to see if I could find a question that I knew at the top of my head. There weren’t many, but thankfully I found a couple of questions I could answer confidently. I look at the clock to see we have 30 minutes left of class which is enough time to do a test. However, in my mind, it’s not enough at all!

Suddenly, I feel Luke’s foot kick my heel, again. I look up at Mr. Hall to see him on his computer. I turn around at Luke, “What?” I barely whisper. Luke tilts his head to the ground. I look down to see a folded piece of paper next to my backpack. I pick it up, glance at Mr. Hall, and open the folded paper.

Are you sure you’re okay? You keep fidgeting in your desk.

Luke’s awful handwriting was hard to read, and I didn’t have time to answer him back as I needed to finish this test. I fold the paper back and slip it in my bag.

Time passes, and I was down to three questions that were absolutely stumping me. I reread the questions about 15 times each to make sure I could understand the questions. I run my fingers through my hair in frustration and let out a heavy sigh. I look around to see almost everyone done and sitting with their phones. I turn around at Luke who was done as well. How was he already done?!

“5 more minutes!” Mr. Hall announces. I snap my head to the clock; class was almost over. My heart starts racing and beating hard in my chest. I look back to my test. Do I just BS this and guess? Do I even have time to figure the questions out? After a minute or two, I guess the last three questions as best as I can and turn in my test at the front. I try to take more deep breaths to try to calm my heart down. Tears were threatening to fall down my face.

Finally, the bell rang to end class. I grabbed my bag as quick as I could and sprinted out of class. I heard Luke calling out my name, but I couldn’t face him like this. He has never seen my anxiety so bad, and I don’t want it to be at school. I walk into the girl’s restroom, walk in a stall, and lock it. I drop my bag to the floor and lean against the wall. My breath was uneven and quick. I can’t be doing this in public. I need to calm down! I try to do the 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 anxiety trick, but I couldn’t focus on anything. The tears that have been trying to fall finally fell, and I lost it. I place my hand on my mouth to try to hold the sobs coming out of my mouth.

“(Y/N)?” I hear Julie call out. I gasp as I wasn’t expecting her to know where I was? I look at the floor to see her standing in front of the stall I was in. “Hey, are you okay? Luke said you ran out of history.”

I attempt to speak clearly, but a loud sob left my mouth. “I-I’m f-f-in-ne,” I barely spoke in-between sobs.

Through my blurry vision, I saw Julie exit out of the bathroom. I exhale the breath that I didn’t know I was holding. My legs started to feel like jello; I couldn’t hold myself up anymore. Thankfully, the toilet seat was down as I sat down on the toilet. I then noticed that I was hyperventilating. I was having a full out panic attack.

“Bubs?” I hear Luke softly call out. I shake my head as I knew Julie told him I was in here. I try make my breath quiet. “Bubs, can you let me in? Please?” he asked. I could barely move. It felt as if I was a statue and I couldn’t move.

“(Y/N), I know you’re in there,” he states, not knowing I physically couldn’t move.

“I-I-“ I attempt to speak, but words couldn’t form as my hyperventilating kept me from speaking. Next thing I know, Luke drops his backpack on the floor and so does he. He crawls under the crack between the floor and the door. I back further on the toilet and look down so he couldn’t see my face.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Luke whispers and grabs my face to make me look at him. My cheeks were red and tears and tear stains on my cheeks. My nose was running from me crying. He trys to wipe away tears, but they kept falling on my hot cheeks. “Try to breath with me, okay? Inhale through the nose; exhale out of the mouth.”

I nod my head slightly. Luke moves his hands from my face and holds my hands. As Luke inhales, I inhale. As Luke exhales, I let out a shaky exhale that ended in a sob. He does it again, but as I exhaled, all that came out was a sob. I then hyperventilated again and shook my head. This wasn’t working.

“No, no, no, that was supposed to work!” Luke mumbled under his breathe. In the distance, I heard the bell ring to indicate that it was time for second period. This made me panic even more as I can’t be late for class! I squeezed Luke’s hands that my nails digged into his skin slightly. I noticed Luke defeated as he wasn’t sure what to do. Suddenly, I feel him remove his hands from mine and place them back on my face. This time, he pulled me close to him and slammed his lips on mine. My eyes widened as I was shocked at his sudden action. I finally give in a little in the kiss and close my eyes and release the breath I was accidently holding. After a minute, Luke slowly pulled away.

I open my eyes to see him looking at me with a worried look on his face. I then noticed that my breathing was slightly back to normal. “H-How did you that?” I ask.

Luke rubs his thumbs on the apples of my cheeks. “I uh, read about it actually,” Luke states. “When Alex told me he had anxiety, I skimmed some articles on how to help and support someone with anxiety. I read that holding your breath can help, and when I kissed you, you held your breath.”

I couldn’t believe what Luke was saying! “Wow, t-that’s really smart, Luke. Thank you.”

Luke slightly nods his head. He pulls down my head and slightly kisses my forehead. “How come you never mentioned your anxiety was so bad?” Luke questions.

I take Luke’s hand from my face to hold them in my own hands. “I don’t want to bother anyone with my burdens,” I say embarrassed.

“Look, bubs,” Luke whispers. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about your anxiety. I will always be here to help you if you feel really anxious or anything,” I give Luke a slight smile. “Also, I told Flynn and Julie to tell your art teacher that you wouldn’t make it into class, so don’t worry about class right now.”

“What about you?” I question, not wanting him to miss class.

Luke shrugs, “Reggie is covering for me. It’s okay.” I feel slightly guilty that he is missing class because of me. Luke stood up, “Do you want some water?” I nod my head as I slowly stand up from the toilet.  Once I stood up, I felt a little dizzy and placed my head on his chest. Luke placed a kiss on the top of my head. “You good?”

“Mmhm,” I hum quietly. My head finally stopped spinning after a minute. I took my head off of Luke’s chest and stood up straight. “I’m good.”

Luke squeezes my hand and unlocked the bathroom stall door. Thankfully, during this whole time, no one had come into the restroom. However, it might look weird that the both of us are walking out together, but I don’t care at this point. We walk out of the bathroom and head towards the cafeteria where the vending machines were.

“Wait!” I stop my tracks, still holding Luke’s hand which made him stop as well in front of me.

“What?” he questions.

I look at Luke dead in the eyes and ask in a very serious tone, “Do I hold my breathe while we kiss often?”

Luke tries to hide the smile that was forming on his face, “No?”

My mouth opens wide, “Wait, really?!” Luke laughs out loud and walks closer to me. He wraps his arms around my shoulders. “I didn’t know that!” I exclaimed.

“It’s okay, (Y/N)! You know, because you do that, I was able to help you today,” he says while unwrapping his arms around my shoulders and instead places them on my waist.

I roll my eyes and lightly punch up on the chest, “Okay, okay, that’s true. Thank you, again.”

Luke kisses my nose sweetly. “Anything for you, bubs,” he smiles. I smile back. “Hey, there’s that beautiful smile.” I blush at the comment and give him a peck on the lips.

“Let’s go get water,” I say as I grab Luke’s hand and tug towards the cafeteria.

“There’s my girl,” I hear Luke whisper as he walks next to me. As we walk next to each other hand in hand, I take my other hand, wrap it around his arm, and place my head on his bicep. I’m grateful to have Luke in my life.

[yan-twst]

Hello ! Can I have a scenario with Lilia. The reader is a Fae warrior who fought alongside Lilia a long time ago. There's always been something between them but nothing happened because a relationship between warrior was forbidden. After several years they meet again at NRC when the reader brings something to Malleus. It's been in my mind for a while, so I'm trying! Thanks !

Centuries

pairing: lilia x gn!reader

word count:  2910

warnings: mentions of war, like one mention of blood

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There really wasn’t time for love during war. There wasn’t even a chance to get comfortable, really- the fae warriors were supposed to be quick, efficient, ruthless: things like romance between warriors weren’t allowed, it was too risky, it could turn them reckless. Lilia, of course, knew this; he’d been well-warned a long time ago, and he’d seen the horrors of war upclose. It always hurt to lose a friend, but it’d hurt more if it was a lover. He didn’t care, really, he was there to fight in the name of the Witch of Thorns and not to build relationships.

Or at least that’s what he’d say when his fellow warriors would ask him if he had his eye on anyone. He was one of the more seasoned fighters, with lifetimes of experience under his belt and strength that betrayed his appearance, along with his powerful magic. It wasn’t unusual for the younger fighters to gather around him for chats or to hear stories, it was one of the few ways to lift the spirits in the barracks in the sparse times of quietness. Dating, or romance in general, was forbidden, sure, but it didn’t stop the younger soldiers from prodding and asking if he wasn’t getting a bit too close to a certain someone.

“You are all certainly nosy, aren’t you?” laughed Lilia as he put down his canteen. His squad had arrived at a small base in the Valley of Thorns’ border a few days ago as prevention, having received intel that some of the enemy army would probably try to get in while the greater part of the Witch of Thorn’s army was fighting off in the main battleground. Of course, the more elite warriors had been sent to safeguard said point in the border; amongst them two of the army’s best, those being Lilia and...

“Aw, c’mon, you can’t say you don’t like them at least a little! You’re always sticking by their side, sir!” one of the youngest fae spoke up, crossing his arms.

Them. Lilia and [name], two of the most skilled warriors in the Witch of Thorn’s army, and also the source of countless rumors. Lilia let out a sigh- it was always the young kids trying to tease him. Did they really think he’d just go and admit he was breaking rules and romancing a fellow warrior just because some rumors said so? Not only was it not allowed, they shouldn’t be concentrating on silly relationship rumors. There was a war going on.

“Now, now, you know very well that’s not allowed, young man.” Lilia gently tapped the boy’s helmet, shaking his head. “If you keep worrying over every rumour you hear in the barracks, you’re not going to be able to keep your head on your body out in the field.”

“But yesterday I saw you two talking, and you almost put your hand on their hip-”

“You’re polishing everyone’s armour today.” Lilia quickly cut off the young warrior, assigning him a task as a punishment. The young fae groaned, knowing full well that if he kept pushing he’d get assigned even more work, as the rest of the fae laughed. The door to the room opened, making Lilia look up; speak of the devil, there they were. Out of armor, they still looked fearsome, their sharp eyes scanning the room.

“You all, what are you doing here?” they asked, tilting their head. “You were supposed to go check our weapons and make sure nothing is damaged from transportation. None of you have done that, have you?”

The warriors quickly scrambled out of the room, not wanting to get assigned any punishment. Lilia chuckled; he liked this squad, sure, but he’d never quite seen so many airheaded fighters. Oh, they had proved themselves on the battlefield before, surely- but in regular tasks, they certainly weren’t the best. His fellow warrior chuckled from the door, then looked straight at Lilia.

“You weren’t distracting the young ones, were you?” they said. There were many things that made Lilia be particularly more friendly to them than to others; shared interests, experience, but perhaps something more was the fact they were one of the few fae warriors nearly as old as him. They shared the wisdom and experience that came with years and years and years of living, something not many could say they shared with Lilia. “I think the enemy will be here in about three days.”

“Three days? Oh my, that’s quicker than expected.” said Lilia, humming. He wasn’t worried- really, if it was just him and them, he knew it’d be enough to hold back the enemy’s whole platoon if necessary.

“Mhm, our informants sent the intel just now.” they replied, taking a seat next to Lilia. “The way things are going, this war might be over soon.”

“Wouldn’t that just be lovely?” said Lilia. ‘Soon’ probably meant a couple of years, of course; and the consequences of the war itself would permeate for longer, but a handful of years really wasn’t much to him or them. He didn’t love wartime, sure, but there was some melancholy in thinking of it ending: after all, the warriors would be once again spread through the kingdom once they weren’t needed in battle. He’d be stationed somewhere, with new people, and... Well, he shouldn’t dwell over it. It’d be good for everyone.

“Well, it’s not like that means much.” the other warrior stretched, and Lilia couldn’t help but stare. They weren’t in armor, not when just hanging out at the base, but they still had an air of strength to them. The glow of the fireplace in the room cast an amber glow on their skin and hair, their sharp fae ears sticking out of their slightly messy hair. If he weren’t also so ancient, he’d have a hard time believing they’d lived for so long: in moments like these, they felt so young, so beautiful. “After this war ends, who knows how much time we’ll have until the next one? Peace just never seems to stick around.”

“Tragically, you’re right.” sighed Lilia. “It seems like conflict just increases every passing decade, doesn’t it? I still remember when these wars were small enough they’d only send one of us to deal with trouble.” said Lilia with a sigh. “Now every kingdom has an army and a motive to attack, it seems.”

“I know it’s impossible, but... Can you imagine if peace really did stick around?” they didn’t say anything else, but Lilia understood what they meant as their hand softly rested upon his. Extended peace- time for them. Away from the army, away from their duties as fae warriors, away from rules that forbade romance. Neither of them ever discussed the topic, always skirting around it, but it was clear they were both waiting. “Hm, as if. There’s always going to be conflict, isn’t there?”

“It sure seems so.” replied Lilia, softly gazing at their face. “It’d be a miracle if the world could ever truly be at peace for just once.”

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But then there was peace.

The war ended messily, with more losses to each side than either kingdom had expected. Nothing was truly won, other than some territory and the usual honour of winning battles- the usual spoils of war, mostly worthless to the warriors themselves. Of course, Lilia couldn’t be upset: he knew exactly what being a warrior entailed, and he’d sworn to serve the Witch of Thorns with his life. Perhaps that was why he was appointed to take care of Her grandchild, once he was born- it was a shock, to be suddenly playing the role of a caretaker when he’d spent so long as a fighter, but he was proud to say he’d adapted to it quickly. He heard [name] had been sent to continue working as a warrior under the Queen’s name, guarding the newly captured territory, but he was in no place to inquire. He had a new job, after all- and he knew very well fae warriors weren’t allowed romance.

Memories of the war quickly became something he kept merely in the back of his mind, vague images that would sometimes show up in dreams but never quite bother him. After all, taking care of Malleus was simply much more important. It wasn’t just out of a sense of duty, at least not anymore; he’d grown to genuinely care for the child. He’d never have imagined himself as a father, and yet, as time went on, he played perfectly into the role- going as far as to raise a human child as his own, once Malleus was grown. And then there he was: attending school once again, as if he was a teenager, along with Malleus and Silver- from a warrior, to a father, to a student.

“Lilia, the messenger from home will be arriving today. They should bring the herb with them.” Malleus distracted Lilia from his videogame, causing his character to fall and the game to display the ‘you have died’ screen. The elder fae didn’t seem fazed, instead just nodding.

“Great, that’s wonderful! I’ll be sure to make the paste as soon as they hand the herb over.” said Lilia, putting down his console and walking up to Malleus. The shorter fae patted the prince’s head, making the prince turn his head to the side to hide his embarrassment. “Now, now, there’s no need to get embarrassed, I used to do this all the time when you were a wee little baby!”

Neither Lilia or Malleus were quite sure why, but lately, Malleus’ horns had started to ache. It wasn’t an illness or a curse, but rather something Malleus was familiar with: it was the same dull ache he’d felt in his childhood as his horns grew. They’d long since stopped their growth, but from time to time, the ache would return for seemingly no reason, and the only way to get it to stop was a paste made from an herb native to the Valley of Thorns. Lilia had written to the palace a while ago requesting some of the herbs to be sent over, and it seemed they’d sent a messenger today.

When he was notified to go meet the messenger in the hall of mirrors, Lilia insisted Malleus tag along. It wasn’t often he could get Malleus to interact with others in a casual setting, with most people being so scared of him, but surely, staff from the palace would at least properly greet and hold a conversation with the prince, right? Perhaps it was still his fatherly instincts telling him to help his child grow out of his shell, but Lilia ended up dragging Malleus along to the hall of mirrors.

“Good evening, we’re here for the package-” Lilia froze once he saw who stood by the mirror.

The last time he’d seen them, they’d been in full armor, holding their weapon, covered in the enemy’s blood. That’d been the last battle in the war- so long ago, yet he could remember it perfectly- the last time he’d seen them. He’d been sure that would be the last time he saw them, or that it’d take for another war to brew for him to be reunited with them under the strict rules of the army. And yet there they were, dressed in traditional Valley of Thorns clothes, holding a parcel under their arm, looking as young and beautiful as ever.

“... Lilia?!” they seemed surprised to see him there. Sure, they had probably heard the prince was attending NRC and accompanied by some guards and a caretaker, but they’d probably expected some old soot from the palace, not Lilia, not an ex-warrior. They almost dropped the package, quickly regaining their balance.

“This is-” even Lilia was at a loss for words. Time truly hadn’t done much to damper his feelings; even after centuries of not seeing them, he could feel his heart speed up, much like it had back then when he sat next to them, basking in their presence. They looked at him, then at Malleus, then back at him, and it seemed they quickly realized they were in presence of the prince, because they suddenly kneeled.

“My lord, here is the package of herbs you requested.” they said, addressing Malleus. Despite not being very social, Malleus had enough experience dealing with formalities to not be flustered over this- however, he looked quite confused at Lilia’s reaction. He took the package, then turned to his caretaker. After a few seconds, he set his eyes on the messenger.

“Thank you.” he said, quickly adding, “Are you familiar with Lilia?”

“We fought in the war together.” they replied quickly, but it looked as if though they were picking their words carefully. It made sense- it was weird to explain their relationship with Lilia. It had absolutely been more than just fellow soldiers, something past a regular friendship, and yet it hadn’t quite been a romance, neither daring break the rules and take the first step. There wasn’t a comfortable way to explain such a thing, no way to say we were in love but neither of us dared do anything about it because we weren’t allowed to.

“Oh, seeing you brings back memories I thought I’d forgotten.” Lilia chuckled, although he seemed to be acting off. Nervous, almost? Luckily, the subtle changes in his attitude went right over Malleus’ head, and he just nodded. “Malleus, would you mind returning to the dorm with the herbs? The fresher they are when we begin the better- ask Silver to boil some water so I can start preparing them soon.”

“Are you staying behind, then?” replied Malleus, and Lilia chuckled, then nodded.

“Oh, you must understand it’s not often I get to chat with an old friend like this.” said Lilia. Malleus didn’t seem like he quite understood, but nodded nonetheless, and bid goodbye to the two ancient fae before disappearing, leaving only small wisps of green fire that slowly faded away in the air.

“... The prince is as powerful as they say, isn’t he?” they said, staring at the fading green lights. 

“He certainly is. Oh, but he’s also a sweetheart, don’t believe those who say he’s coldhearted or meanspirited.” said Lilia with a smile. “He’s a little cold right now, but that’s just how teenagers are, you know.”

“... You’ve certainly been busy since last time I saw you. I knew they’d appointed someone to take care of the Queen’s grandson, but I never would have imagined it’d be you.” they said, looking off to the side. “I’ve been working around the palace- you know, I really can’t believe I was wrong, but it seems peace is here to stay for a long time. Not much use for a warrior nowadays.”

There were a few moments of silence as both fae stared at each other. It’d been so long- by now, anyone else would have moved on, gotten to someone else, built new relationships. And yet neither of them had to say it for the other one to know; neither had truly moved on. They weren’t warriors anymore: right now, they were just two adults, two people in love, despite never having said it. And before he could really think about it, Lilia’s arms were around them, his mouth pressed into theirs.

Oh, intimacy. How long had it been since he’d been this close to someone? He’d had his share of throwaway flings in the years after the war, but his full attention had been on raising Malleus. Besides, nothing could quite compare to this: he’d been imagining how it’d feel to hold them close, to have his lips on them, to kiss them deeply, ever since the war. How had he gone so long without this? Truly, he couldn’t understand how he’d had enough self-restraint to never act upon his feelings back then, how both him and them had been obedient enough to not act on their love just because the rules said so. 

“... I missed you.” they murmured once they separated their lips from his. They were staring right into his eyes, their face slightly red and eyes full of love. “Back then, in the war- every time I was alone with you, I... I thought about how badly I wanted to be with you. I thought about how much I loved you, and god, it hurt, it really hurt to have to keep it all locked inside.”

“You’re taking my words right out of my mouth, my love.” said Lilia, pressing his forehead against theirs. His arms wrapped around them, he could feel their heartbeat in their chest- their heart was going fast, but once again, so was his. “I can’t believe I waited so long to do this.”

Wordlessly, they kissed him again. Lilia vaguely thought it’d be rather embarrassing if Crowley were to walk in to lock the hall of mirrors now, but he couldn’t be bothered; he’d been waiting centuries for this moment. It wasn’t often Lilia felt young (truly, he was ancient), but right in that moment, he felt like he was being kissed for the first time. Two fae ancient enough to be recorded in history textbooks holding each other, letting the emotions they’d held onto for hundreds of years finally blossom- it was an odd image, but a charming one.

“I love you.” he murmured, burying his head into their neck. “You don’t know how happy I am I finally get to tell you that.”

[sirenascales]

-> Ranpo with a cute, plus size pastry chef reader.

@donna-wants-to-be-an-alien asked: I'd like to ask for a Ranpo/reader scenario thing. She's a pastry baker and really interested in his knowledge/ a fan of smart people... Plus size and cheery/open/ditzy xD Not stupid, just you know, airhead-y?

Note: I hope this was to your liking! I think it came out cute 🥺 thank you so much for requesting!

It was well into the evening and you were tired from a long day of running your cute little pastry shop. But even as you trudged through your end of day duties, you couldn't help but glance over to the door of your small business, even though you had already flipped the sign to CLOSED.

You heaved out a sigh, shoulders slumping as you finally finished sweeping the floor. You had just put the broom away when you heard the very familiar charm of a bell. Not missing a beat, you rushed right out to greet the person walking inside.

"Ranpo!" you wasted no time in crushing the detective with a hug, his loud "oof!" not stopping you from squeezing him as you gushed a mile a minute, eyes sparkling as you finally looked at your boyfriend. "I'm so happy to see you! You must tell me about your day!"

"Babe, let me breathe!" Ranpo huffed, his face a bit red from being squeezed almost half to death and totally not from feeling your soft, plush body against him. "I know you're excited to hear about how awesome I was today, but jeeze!"

You couldn't help but giggle behind your hands, your chubby cheeks almost hurting from how hard you were smiling. It wasn't often that Ranpo was able to visit you at your business because your schedules conflicted sometimes, but you cherished the times that he did came to visit. That meant he could get some of your sweet loving... and a sweet treat.

You sat across from each other at one of the tables, you resting your head on your hands as you listened to Ranpo go on and on about his day, and the case he had just finished solving.

"Of course, with my amazing deduction ability, are you even surprised?" he asked, voice smug, not missing the silly, love sick look on your face. "You look so dopey."

"I can't help it. You're so smart and I love that," you cooed, reaching across to grab his hands and squeeze them. "It amazes me! I wonder what it would be like to pick your brain..."

Ranpo's head couldn't get any bigger if he even tried. Sure, he knew he was the best, but hearing that in your voice, from behind those sweet lips of yours?

"Hey..." Ranpo said and you smiled at him.

"Yes, baby?"

"Gimme something sweet." Instead of leaning in to give him a kiss, you immediately jumped from the table, much to Ranpo's dismay. "H-hey!"

"I got the perfect thing!" you exclaimed, turning quickly and... almost crashing into the table behind you. Ranpo snorted loudly, holding back his laughter.

"Oops, haha!" you laughed sheepishly, cheeks heating up. "But wait!" You turned again, rushing back to the kitchen. Ranpo followed behind you.

"I'm not sure you know what I me-"

"I left this just for you!" you exclaimed, opening one of your ovens. It was still hot, slowly cooling down after you had turned it off. "I left this in here to keep it nice and wa- ow!" Foolishly, you reached inside the oven with your bare hand, the residual heat alone being a bit too much for you.

Ranpo quickly pulled you away, scoffing as you looked up at him with a pout. "What did you expect, silly girl," he asked, gently knocking on the side of your head. You pouted more and he just rolled his eyes. "You saved me my favorite pastry?"

"I always do."

Ranpo's lips curled up, his green eyes shining happily. You were honestly the sweetest treat he could have ever asked for... but still.

"But that wasn't what I was talking about when I said to give me something sweet," Ranpo said and you looked at him confused. God, you were just so cute.

"What do you mean?"

Ranpo laughed, taking his cap and putting it on your head. "Close your eyes and guess."

"Um... okay. Is it--"

Smooch.

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YEEEESSSS!!!! I would love a match up! Slashers I'm most familiar with but literally anybody you think works is fine I'm excited by the concept!

Meg, she/her

I am 5'4" and extremely aggresive yet the sweetest nicest person. Only gets aggresive and intimidating when necessary like to keep creeps away or to protect my friends. But any other time I'm a bit of an airhead. Get distracted by looking at the world a lot. Love cute things and cooking. My fashion changes based on how I feel often cute dresses with a hat with a pokeball pin on it. Vintage or very kawaii. Or a complete dapper suit and ultra elegant sexy dresses. Depends how I feel but it's hot rn so usually cute dresses. Fashion is a huge hobby and I'm usually found in old markets diving through used clothes piles.

Very independent and bright. I like to think I'm a very kind and giving person. I give everything for friends and family often too much tbh at times I struggle with that. Imaginative and resourceful I love making things. Cooking, baking, diy projects. Writing and watching movies constantly. I love to sing and am quite proud of my singing voice I've worked very hard on it.

I'm indigenous, tan skin, very short hair in a pixie cut, large round gold glasses. Usually wearing a flower in some way. Can strut in heels like nobodies business. I'm very well endowed and curvy. Confident and love uplifting others. Not easily hurt or swayed as I worked very hard on my self esteem.

Very cuddly and love affection. Also giving it.

Not sure what else to say this is getting pretty long, so sorry if I made this difficult lol

Yesss I got so excited when I saw this! I love how long it was- the only difficult part was choosing which slasher to pair with you! I was stuck between Lester, Brahms, and Jason! Ultimately, I chose Jason ♡

I’d match you with Jason!

He would love it when you sing, especially if you two are cuddled up, his head in your lap, with you singing to him. Jason’s a tough guy, but he also loves very hard. He’d definitely always bring you wildflowers, and once he warms up, he’ll hand you all but one, and then tuck the last one behind your ear. If you’re sneaky about it, you could probably manage to do the same to him. Either tucked into the strap of his mask or behind his ear. He’d keep it on all day, pretending like he ‘didn’t notice’ he was wearing it, but secretly it would make his heart warm whenever he remembered it, because it would remind him of you.

Jason would be worried about you getting hurt or lost when he’s not around, especially since you get distracted easily. He doesn't see your kindness as a weakness, but he also knows it would do little to help if anyone wanted to hurt you, or if you fell and got hurt while alone in the woods. At first, he’d feel very overprotective of you, especially because you stand at 5’4 and in comparison to his 6'5, you're tiny. He’d be very concerned that you wouldn’t be able to protect yourself- he’s over a foot taller than you, after all. What if something happened while he was gone and he wasn't able to do anything to help you?

He gets over this very quickly, however, after he sees your aggressive side come out. Jason never really had anyone stand up for him when he was being bullied as a child, so seeing how you would do a lot to protect your friends? It would make his water-logged heart melt. Also seeing this would make him realize and respect that you can protect yourself. Honestly he probably falls in love with you right then and there, watching how you turn from the sweet, adorable person he knows to defensive and protective when needed. After that, he wouldn’t have any second thoughts when you two are apart.

While he doesn’t have much variety in his closet, he’d love the way you dress and how your style changes. If you came to his cabin in a fancy outfit (either suit or dress) he’d probably just die from how amazing you look. He may not outwardly show it, but he would definitely take the time to look over you, noting the different ways you express yourself through fashion. Jason wouldn’t want to join you when you go to old markets, he rarely leaves the woods after all. But he’d 100% adore it when you came back with bundles of new clothes, bonus points if you give him a little fashion show.

Jason may not seem like he’s sensitive, but he’d be very wary/not want to take off his mask in front of you for a while. He’d also be apprehensive to show you physical affection at first. You’re gorgeous, first of all. Second of all, he can lift a car off the ground without breaking a sweat. The last thing he wants is to hurt you, or scare you away.

He doesn’t think he has a low self-esteem, but that's mostly because he's been living in the woods almost all his life. He can protect you, keep you safe, get stuff off of the top cabinet for you- hell, the man would build you another cabin if you asked! But the things that don’t require brute strength? Like kissing, holding hands, and cuddling? He doesn’t think it’s possible for him to do them.

With your confidence and uplifting personality, you’d really help him ‘come out of his shell’ so to speak. It might take a long while for him to actually take off his mask, and even when he does, it would only be for a few minutes or when you two go to bed, but he’d definitely get more comfortable with physical affection. Maybe not outright seeking it out (at least not at first), but he would be more than happy when you sought him out for cuddles, or held his hand when you two went for walks. You trusting him would honestly make all the difference in his self-esteem.

You would probably end up introducing Jason to a lot of movies, but just be aware you’d need to bring a projector or movie player of some sort to be able to watch them. He would start off super apprehensive, but eventually cuddling up and watching a new flick with you would become one of his favorite times of the day.

NSFT under the cut!

If you’re into sex, just be wary that he’d treat you like you're made of glass at first. He’s never had sex before, so the main thing he’d be worried about is hurting you by accident, or not being able to fully satisfy you. Remember, he’s self-conscious. Especially about his looks.

I don’t think he’d be into rough stuff, or at least him being rough with you. He cares about you too much to even think about you in pain, let alone get off on it (even if you tell him that you’d enjoy it, it would only make him uncomfortable).

You would have to make the first move, after a while of the two of you dating. His favorite position would be you riding him. He would adore being able to see you fully as the two of you make love, especially so that he could run his hands all over your body. For such a big guy, he’s extremely soft in bed. His touch is never harsh or rough, and he loves worshiping you.

He’d desperately want to hold you close to him afterwards, or vice versa. He’s not opposed to being the little spoon, or being held. In fact, he loves it. You two may have to adjust your positions a bit because of the height difference, but it would make him feel so loved and comforted.

If you aren’t into sex, that’s perfect too! He would never made you feel pressured to do anything you don't want to do. Just having you by his side is more than enough for him.